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amentomensmut · 6 months

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Stress Relief

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

Summary: Mike comes home from work stressed, and you decide to help him out. Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+ content!, AGE GAP!! in my mind reader is 21 and Mike is 31, degrading, praise, name calling (baby, sweetheart, whore), fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, finger sucking, creampie, cum play (sorta at the end not really), also a warning for how bad i am at writing endings 😭

Note: I really hope u guys enjoy, this is my longest fic so far!! A little nervy to post for some reason. Also, please send in any writing requests or prompts if you'd like!

In the three weeks that you’d been babysitting for Mike's sister Abby, you’ve never seen Mike come home from a shift so angry before. You watch from the couch as Mike, without sparing you a glance, rips his jacket off, and walks to his bedroom. Not long after, you hear the shower begin to run.

You crinkle your eyebrows in confusion at Mike's unusual and somewhat dramatic entrance. You don’t think much of it as you wake Abby up for school, begging her to get ready faster because you already let her sleep in for too long. After getting some food in Abby’s stomach, and driving her faster than you should be to school, you decided to head back to the Schmidt household, just to make sure Mike is alright. Besides, you drove Abby to school while he was in the shower, so he might not have heard you guys leave. You should at least let him know. It’s not like you’re making an excuse to see him.

You enter the house and take your shoes and coat off at the door. It’s silent and you can’t hear the shower running anymore so you assume Mike is in his bedroom. You walk down the hallway to Mike’s bedroom door and you softly knock.

“Mike? I, um, I drove Abby to school.” You say, listening intently for a response. You’re nervous for some reason, you don’t know why. You wait for a few seconds with no answer on the other side of the door. Maybe Mike isn’t home, you think. That, or he just doesn’t want to talk to you. You turn on your heels to leave back down the hallway when you hear Mike's door open.

“Thank you. You’ve been a big help.” You hear Mike say. You turn back around to face Mike and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. He’s practically naked, save for a towel around his waist. His hair is wet and drops of water drip down his neck and chest. You won’t lie and say you don’t find Mike attractive, of course you do. But, that was a feeling you had always pushed away. Besides, the man is 10 years older than you. Mike and you, would never happen. You know that. But a girl can dream, can’t she?

“Yeah, of course. Anything I can do to lessen your load.” You say with a cheesy smile that you can’t help, and you scold yourself in your head for your pathetic answer. You keep your eyes glued to Mike's face, trying desperately not to follow the drops of water that trail down his torso. Mike lets out the ghost of a smirk at your response, and he leans on his bedroom door.

“Yeah, well, thanks again.” Mike says, like that should be the end of the conversation, but neither of you move to leave. It’s almost like Mike knows you want to keep talking to him. That you want his attention, and you can see his smirk growing bigger the longer you stand there.

“I was just-, I was wondering if you were alright? You seemed kinda stressed when you came back from work this morning.” You feel embarrassment at your desperate attempt to continue the conversation, and you cross your arms over your chest. For a split second, Mike's eyes watch the way your cleavage becomes more emphasised by your actions. He acts like it didn’t happen, and it happened so fast you question if it even did.

“It was just a stressful shift, that’s all.” Mike says, and his eyes bore into yours.

Before you can even think about it, the words leave your mouth.

“I could help, if you want. Y’know, relieve the stress.”

Mike doesn’t even look fazed by your words, but you want to be swallowed by the ground right now. The lazy smirk on Mike's face remains, and you start to fidget with your fingers nervously.

“You wanna help me to relieve some stress?” Mike asks. You timidly nod your head and Mike can’t help but softly laugh.

“You know sweetheart, I don’t bite. Relax a little.” Mike says, probably referring to the fact that you look incredibly nervous. Mike walks a little closer to you, and you’re now standing only a couple inches apart.

“I see how you look at me. You try to hide it, but you’re not very stealthy.” Mike says slowly, trying to gauge your reaction to the shift in moods. You suck in a sharp breath at Mike's words, and you curse yourself for being so obvious with your little crush.

“Sorry.” You say somewhat quietly, and Mike shakes his head.

“No, no. No need to be sorry, I find it flattering coming from a pretty girl like you.” Mike says as he tucks a stray piece of your hair behind your ears. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you feel Mike's hand cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing circles into it with his thumb.

“Tell me what’s going on up here.” Mike says softly as he moves his thumb from your cheek to your forehead. You bite the inside of your cheek. You’ve gotten this far, you might as well just tell him.

“I wanna help you relieve some stress. Wanna make you feel good.” You say, and Mike’s eyebrows raise at your bold words. He brings his hand down to your chin, holding it with his pointer finger and thumb. He brings his thumb to your lips, and you slowly open them, letting him push his thumb inside your mouth. You suck his thumb into your mouth, flicking your tongue along the underside of it and hollowing your cheeks. Mike groans and he pushes his thumb as far into your mouth as it can go.

“Jesus Christ.” Mike practically moans. You keep your eyes locked with his and after a few more seconds Mike retracts his thumb from your mouth. “You want it that bad, huh?” Mike asks teasingly, and you nod your head. “Yes.” You confirm.

Mike brings his lips down to yours in an instant, wasting no time. You gasp at his sudden actions and he takes advantage of that by entering his tongue into your mouth. You grab at his shoulders while he cups your jaw with both of his hands. He turns both of you around and begins to walk you back into his bedroom. Your hands reach his hair, softly tugging at the root and you hear him whine. Mike sucks on your bottom lip, catching it between his teeth and pulling it back before sitting you on the end of his bed. You look up at him and he takes your face in his hands.

“You wanna make me feel less stressed, baby?” Mike asks in a teasing tone as he looks down at you. His crotch is in line with your face, and you can see the outline of his dick through the towel.

“Please.” You say, and you swear your mouth starts to water at the thought of sucking Mike’s dick. The towel that was once hanging low around Mike’s waste is now on the floor. You practically moan at the sight of Mike’s hard cock. It looks like it hurts, with precome steadily dripping from the tip. You slightly smile at the fact that you were able to do that. You take the base of his cock in your hands, and you slowly stroke him up and down. You watch the way he tilts his head back, exposing his neck to you. Mike grabs your cheeks with one hand, smooshing them together so your lips purse out.

“Take it into your mouth, baby. You’re a big girl. You can do it.” Your legs clench together at his words and Mike brings the hand that was once on your face to the top of your head. You kiss the tip of Mike’s dick, licking away some of the precum. You suck the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. You hear Mike groan and push your head down farther onto him. You hold his thighs for support as you take him deeper. You moan around Mike’s dick and you feel him twitch in your mouth. You gag as he hits the back of your throat and Mike moans loudly.

“God, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Mike says as he pushes your head down as far as it can go, until your nose touches the coily hairs at the base of his cock. He guides your mouth off of him, leaving a trail of spit that connects your lips and the tip of his dick. Mike wipes away the tears that started to fall down your cheeks and he guides you back onto the bed. He kisses you deeply as he hovers over you. He brings his lips down to your jaw, neck, and your collarbones; softly sucking and licking. He helps you take off your shirt and your bra and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, and then moving to the next one giving it equal attention.

“Mike, please.” You whine, squirming as Mike places a kiss between your breasts. Mike sits back and runs his hands up and down the sides of your body.

“Oh, you're feeling extra polite this morning, huh? Please, Mike. I wanna make you feel good, Mike.” Mike mocks you with a tiny laugh. You groan in embarrassment and hide your face with your hands. Mike just lets out another laugh and wraps his hands around your wrists, prying them away from your face. He transfers both of your wrists to one hand, holding them over your head as he uses his other hand to trail his fingers down your body.

“Don’t hide your pretty face now, sweetheart. I wanna see it when I make you cum.” Mike says nonchalantly as he dips a hand inside your leggings and panties to feel your dripping cunt. You clench around nothing when you feel his middle finger dip into your wetness and bring it up to your clit, rubbing slow circles around it. You moan softly as Mike teases your clit while never taking his eyes off of your face.

Mike begins to rub your clit faster, and you buck your hips up into his fingers. You hear Mike laugh at your eagerness and he presses soft kisses into your neck. Mike takes his fingers off of your clit and he snaps the waistband of your leggings against your pelvis.

“Can I take these off? They’re uh, a little restricting.” Mike says with a little laugh, and you join in, giggling as you nod your head at his question. Mike takes his hand off of your wrists to take your leggings and panties off. Once they’re off, he spreads your legs and you hear him groan at the view of your wet pussy in front of him. Mike inserts a finger into you and you moan loudly, arching your back off the bed.

“Dirty girl. You like getting fingered by older men?” Mike says with a smirk and you dumbly nod your head. Mike adds another finger and he pumps them in and out of you quickly. The sounds of your heavy breathing and your pussy squelching around Mike's thick fingers make your legs begin to shake. Mike spits on your cunt to lubricate it even more, and that's what makes you come undone. Your cunt clenches around Mike's fingers, sucking them in as he fingers you through your orgasm.

You breathe heavily, recovering from your orgasm as you watch Mike suck your cum off of his fingers. Mike leans in to kiss you again, softly this time and you smile against his lips in your post orgasmic bliss.

“M’gonna fuck you now, okay?” Mike says sweetly and you nod your head. Mike runs his hard cock through your folds, and he catches your clit, making you jerk a little. Mike slowly begins to push himself into you and you throw your head back against the pillow.

“Fuck, knew you’d be tight when I felt you around my fingers.” Mike grits out, and he continues to push himself into you until he bottoms out. Mike starts to move at a slow pace, and he whines when you beg him to move faster.

“Fucking whore. Bet you think about me fucking you when you wait for me to come home from work.” Mike spits out as he pushes himself harder and deeper into your sloppy cunt. You moan at Mike's words, and you try to reply but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper.

“I bet you touch yourself to the thought of me at night. I bet you’ve touched yourself thinking about this exact moment.” Mike says, as he brings his thumb to your sensitive clit and starts to rub harsh circles.

“Mike, I’m gonna cum.” You cry out, and you clench around Mike's cock.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.” Mike moans out, fucking into you so deep, a ring of your cum and his has formed at the base of his cock. You run your fingers through Mike's hair, harshly tugging on it as you come undone at his expense. Mike buries his face into your neck as he cums, sucking at your pulse point. You feel his cum shoot into you and it only prolongs your own orgasm.

After a couple minutes of you two catching your breath, Mike takes his face out of your neck and gives your forehead a kiss.

“You were so good. Amazing.” He says, praising you as he begins to slowly pull out of you. He watches the way his cum slowly leaks out of you, and he pushes it back in with his middle and pointer fingers.

Mike gets up to go get you a warm towel and the only thing you can think about as you lay, legs shaking, on Mike's bed, is thank god for Mike being stressed.

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neet-elite · 7 months

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Tempted — (SDV) Sebastian

Pairing: Sebastian / Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 9,457 Warnings: Heavy foreplay, cheating, virgin reader, manipulative sebastian, dubcon, creampie, brothers best friend, praise, cunnilingus Synopsis: All Sebastian has ever wanted is to fuck his best friends little sister. And tonight, you offer him the opportunity. Even if unknowingly.

A/N: Crossposting this from my AO3. I wont be reposting every fic, but the most “recent” that seem to be popular. For my full catalogue then find my AO3 account in my pinned.

It’s too good an opportunity to pass up. You, sat trembling on his lap while his warm hands rest gently against your exposed thighs, the skirt you had decided to wear today riding up just a little as he lightly strokes his thumbs up and down against the edges of it. There’s just something so… dirty about the whole situation, y’know? Which makes it all the more exciting, his heart positively fit to burst out of his chest at the shy look you give him, the small shake of your thighs every time his thumb swipes against you. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think that just maybe… This is where you’ve wanted to be all along, rather than the excuse you gave upon entering his room.

“You gotta start out slow, okay?” He sighs fondly, resolved in his decision to indulge in just a little bit of fantasy before you prance out of his room and back into the hands of your boyfriend. Even just thinking the word makes him feel sick, wishing deep down that it was him instead— but you’re off limits. Always have been, probably always will be. You know, being Sam’s younger sister and all that: he’s always been forced to swallow his ever growing feelings for you in the name of the bro code. Silly fucking code in his opinion, and yet alas, he’s remained faithful to it. At least up until today, until you timidly entered his room and graced him with your presence to ask one question and one question only.

How does sex work?

It’s obvious that you couldn’t have asked your brother such an embarrassing thing, and upon further questioning it seems you were too scared to admit your virginity to your current boyfriend too. And so here he is, sitting up with his back against his bed headboard with you placed dangerously snug on his lap. He promised himself he wouldn’t let things get too far, after all, you are taken. Like, ignoring the morality of fucking your best friends sister, he also has to account for the ethics of cheating with you, of which he’d like to avoid. Besides, you’re a good girl— evident from the fact that you’re still a virgin, so he can’t imagine you’d be up for more than just a few tips. Even if his cock stirs awake in an effort to convince him otherwise, exhaling a shaky breath before you to try and calm himself down enough to remain level headed about things. That skirt is so cute though, and the way you’re sitting has the backside of it flipped up, meaning that your ass is currently sitting directly against his—

“A-And, don’t let him pressure you into anything you don’t want, ‘kay? If he knows what he’s got, he’ll take it slow with you. But don’t be afraid to say stop.” His voice is low, almost whispered as a distraction against the demure eyes you look at him with. It doesn’t help that you’re so soft under his touch, your inexperience showing clearly from the way you don’t seem to know what to do with your hands, the slight squeeze of your thighs against his own as you effectively straddle his lap. He has to fight with himself not to lean further back against his bed and fuck his hips right up into your clothed cunt, swallowing thickly instead to remain on track. Right. Helping. “Start slow, yeah? You gotta build some tension, make him really want it, okay?” He smiles softly, waiting for you to nod down at him. “Watch, I’ll show you what I mean.”

It’s a selfish action, his words hiding behind faux innocence of just wanting to help, and yet still he allows his hands to wander. Just helping, he’s just answering your question, he tries to convince himself, ignoring the obvious nagging at the back of his mind over just how long he’s waited for this exact situation. Just. Helping. Starting with slow movements up and down the length of your thighs, both hands leaving a finger trail of goosebumps on your skin as you shake on his lap. Has to bite his lip in response to how responsive you are, watching your reactions through hooded lids. You’re so cute, you know that? So pretty as you avoid his gaze, letting your head hang just a little low while he stares you down, tickling his way up to the border of your skirt before placing both hands on your equally as exposed arms. You jump in response to the sudden change, but he hushes you softly. “Just relax into it, yeah? Feels good, doesn’t it?” He coaxes, still smiling casually, as if this were a normal thing for friends to do. Because first and foremost, you are his friend, and he’d hate to ruin things with you because of his barely contained lust. Focusing on running his palms over your shoulders instead of his thoughts, begging to turn his brain off and to just enjoy this moment with you, circling his hands over your skin, up and down your arms with intent on warming you up. Your breaths come out in gasped trembles and it’s how he knows he’s doing a good job, smirking more now at how receptive you’re being. “See? Just a little petting and it already feels good, right?” His cock certainly agrees, twitching at the meek nod you offer in return. He really didn’t need your confirmation, the state of you noticeable from the deep blush you wear all the way to how your hands have finally found home on his chest. The feeling of which causes his back to straighten up more, inadvertently pushing himself further into your touch, not that he thinks you’ve noticed thanks to his wandering hands. And how could you, since it seems this is your first time being touched at all, his fingers creeping under the sleeve of your shirt to thumb at your bra step, digging under it gently just to hear you choke on a gasp. Oh, and you sound so pretty too… Much better than how he’s always dreamed of. He’d like to hear more.

Plus, he thinks you’d like to give more seeing as how you pout down at his feather light touches, the cute look you wear drawing a low laugh from him. “What is it, sweetheart?” He affectionately calls to you, letting one of his hands drop to your hip while the other tilts your chin up, the sight of your cute furrowed brows causing him to sharply inhale air through his otherwise gritted teeth. He’s playing a dangerous game here, he knows, but with a gulp of confidence and a quirk of his brow he continues the private lesson. Just giving you some assistance for your boyfriend, just helping you learn how to act when the time comes.

He’s patient to wait for you to reply, but it seems you aren’t even aware of what it is you’re seeking. It’s cute just how needy you are regardless, fidgeting around on his lap in a quest for what he can only assume is more, but your virgin brain struggles to find the correct words for it. It’s all right, he knows how to help, looking over you once to double check that you still want to continue the lesson. Cautiously, the hand under your chin dips to poke lightly at your neck, right at the thin skin under your ear. “Y’see right here? It’s sensitive. I’m sure your boyfriend would like it if you kiss here.” He whispers, naturally allowing his head to follow his touch as he ducks down to press the smallest of kisses there— completely intending on leaving it at that, but the sweet sound you make in response convinces him to continue. He swallows a deep groan of his own before planting a few more faint kisses down your neck, doing his best to savor your taste when you inevitably have to leave his hold once the lesson is over. It’s not entirely self indulgent, anyone (including your boyfriend) would enjoy such soft and tender touches, and really when he thinks about it— that’s what he’s here to teach you. Though he can scarcely deny the butterflies that fill his lungs as you tilt your neck for more kissable surface area. Blessed with the small squeaks and sighs you let out, your sheer unfamiliarity with the situation stroking his ego so well as he grows more confident in his actions. Slowly rubbing soothing circles against your hip while he lines your neck with kisses, traveling his way across your jaw until he almost makes it to your lips. Though here, he stops. Allows a knowing smirk to tug at his lips at the way you shudder from feeling his breath ghost over your face before laughing a little breathlessly. Not at you, but rather one filled with love and awe. You’re so cute, it’s impossible to control his cock brained actions.

“Your turn.”

Not that he expected much else from you, but the soft shy reaction you give at his two words still sends a chill down his spine and a throb in his cock as he watches your eyes narrow, feeling the weight of your determination as you almost immediately start to mimic his actions by placing your curious hands against his bare arms. It’s a gentle action, one that proves endearing enough through how new you are at it, but he appreciates it nonetheless. He’s honestly a little surprised at how self-assured you are to be able to dive right in, but you won’t find him complaining. Shivering into the light playful rubbing you do up and down his forearms, letting his head lean back a little once you reach up to his biceps. “That’s it, just like that.” He quietly encourages you, letting you explore his body on your own terms without providing much more guidance. It’s more fun to learn hands on anyway, isn’t it? And you’re doing such a good job, too. For a virgin, anyway, but because it’s you he feels you carry this certain charm with you. Your actions send a pleasurable chill down his spine.

“Is this okay?” You suddenly speak, and he’s a little taken aback from how winded you sound from just a little foreplay. Oh, he can’t rightly leave you in the incapable hands of your boyfriend now, can he? He doesn’t trust him to look after you properly, to take his time with you like how he is right now. His mind clouded with you and your touch, ignoring the annoying reminder that you’re off limits— for now, at least.

“Mhm.” He nods, wanting to reassure you as much as possible so that you don’t stop touching him, his body hot with the thought of you feeling his hard cock beneath you. Been hard since you popped the question, if he’s honest. “Jus’ keep going. Remember what I taught you.” He hopes his words are convincing enough, allowing you a moments breather before tapping your thigh for attention. “You can do it. Felt nice, promise.”

And with that encouragement you start once more, letting your fingers linger on his arm before giving him a bashful look. He’s just about to ask you whats wrong but you cut him off completely as you promptly lean down, the feeling of your wet lips attaching to his neck causing him to bite down on his lip to swallow a moan. Thankful that your face is hidden so that you can’t see the way his eyes roll back at such a minor thing, though his hands unfortunately give him away as he accidentally squeezes your hips a little too hard as a way to calm himself down. It’s embarrassing for him to admit, but you truly have him feeling like a virgin again. The way his body reacts to you so easily, slipping down the bed just a little to subconsciously get closer. A small reward for your efforts, wanting to show you just how much you affect him by letting his sneaky hands play with the waistband of your skirt. A small ping here, a gentle tug there, all while you adorn his neck with increasingly confident kisses— just as he did to you. He makes a mental note that you’re a quick learner, a loving smile plastered on his face by the time you manage to kiss along his jaw, his cheeks warm at the sight of your fluttering lashes before him. Here, you also stop. Faces mere inches from each other as you pant against him. Not that he’s doing much better, mind you. His own lungs struggle to keep up with how his night has turned, squeezing once more at your hips as thanks. “Exactly.” He hums, all soft and low so as to not frighten you. “Don’t worry, we’re not actually doing anything…” He trails off upon seeing your wandering eyes, watching closely as they travel down to his lips and then back to his eyes, noticing how your lips part slightly at the minimal amount of petting you’ve endured thus far. And he’s not sure who he’s trying to convince more with his words, your pretty face or his cock— so rock hard just from your close proximity to him. But he leans forward anyway, lets his lips meet yours in just the softest kiss ever, and one he’s overjoyed to feel you immediately reciprocate. “Just practicing.” He whispers against your lips, smiling into the forbidden kiss before he has to pull away lest his tongue slips down your throat in horny eagerness.

He pulls back, takes in the sight of you looking so needy. The harsh heave of your chest, the pink of your cheeks and his saliva coating your lips. Must be your first kiss, huh? Ah, he laughs internally. You sure are a sight to see, and his crush is in full effect as you await further instructions after your stolen first. Your cautious hands taking root in his shirt, fisting it into a tight hold as if you were struggling to keep yourself steady— and all of that from just a small kiss. You’ve got to know just how intoxicating you are, right? How he’s beyond love drunk, smiling down at you with this dumb expression he can only put down to infatuation. “See, doesn’t that feel nice?” He coughs, trying to distract himself from the lewd look you stare back at him with, an attempt to hold onto the last shred of responsibility he has left. “Make sure you go slow with him before moving on to anything else.”

“What’s next?” You quickly ask as soon as he’s done speaking, and he swears you know just what your innocence is doing to him. Though that much is immediately known false, his cock can’t seem to agree. Straining hard against his gray sweats with greedy insistence, begging for you despite the fact that you’re off limits. “What about this?” You ask shyly, dropping your gaze to the fat bulge in his pants.

Well, a little more tutoring wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Especially since you’re asking for it.

“Hm…” He pretends to think, casting his gaze to the side in faux thought while you eagerly tug at his shirt. There’s so much he wants to do with you, filtering through all of his nasty late night fantasies before settling on a tame enough one for your experience difference. He can’t go too far, remember. “Wanna know how to really get your boyfriend going?” He cocks his head to the side to question you, sighing deeply to restrain himself when you reply that yes, you’d like to.

He’s kind enough to at least guide your hand, helping you hop off his lap momentarily to let you sit between his legs now. “Here.” He holds your hand gently, dragging it closer and closer to his cock until you can feel the heat of his arousal directly under your palm. A soft curse escapes his lips, a strained fuck as he feels your fingers twitch against him, the smallest gasp exiting your own lungs as his cock jerks in return. The corruption he’s putting you through only fueling his lust, feeling it pool in the pit of his stomach when you go wide eyed staring at the way his cock trembles for you. How long has he been waiting for this, for you to hold his perverted cock in your tiny hands? Too long, it seems, for the moment you eventually do wrap your hand around it he can’t seem to help but let a growled moan sound. He knows he’s going too far, but he’s wholly incapable of slowing down. Who would, when their dreams are coming true right before their very eyes? Surely your boyfriend wouldn’t blame him for that, right?

“Sebastian?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s only natural, yeah? Of course I’d get hard, we aren’t gonna actually do anything. Promise. Just— Just bend down for me a little, okay?”

You seem confused at his instructions, and so he tries again. Applying a little pressure to the nape of your neck so that your head lowers, helping you situate your mouth right above his cock while your hand instinctively squeezes around the fat of his length. Oh, you’re such a good learner, aren’t you?

“Like this, okay? There you go.” He smiles wide, laughing lightheartedly at the strain in his voice. He’s got it so bad for you, and it seems you’ve got no idea. Expectantly looking up at him as you stay seated in the position he so kindly manhandled you into. Doggy style, though with your face almost pressed right against his leaking cock. Fuck, shit— maybe this was a bad idea after all, a fat bead of precum dribbling from his tip just from looking at you in such a lewd position. “Fuck— okay, just— Stick your tongue out.” He all but begs, quickly flustering to correct himself with: “Just pretend, remember? Practice.” He inhales sharply when you immediately follow suit, tongue out and pressed against his fat cock just like that. It’s all too easy for him, there’s no way he can hide a moan, looking down at you with such need that he’s sure even your virgin ass could pick up on it, though you’re quick to correct him when you don’t do much more than what he’s asked.

And while he loves the sight of your tongue flat against his hard and hot cock, he’s sure your boyfriend would want more. And by boyfriend, he means himself. “Lick it.” He gasps. And when you send him a questioning expression in return he sighs. “Just trust me, lick it. He’d love that—” his lies are cut off by your followed instructions, the feeling of your tongue gliding up and down over his still clothed cock causing his hips to buck up, voice caught in his throat. He’d apologize if he meant it, but God he doesn’t, not when you look so pretty like this. All eager to please and avoiding his gaze, the small wet spot from his leaking precum soon swallowed up by your cute tongue and leaving his front soaked in your saliva as you busy yourself with following his help until he says otherwise. You’re almost hypnotizing to him, his thumb coming down to stroke kindly at your cheek for your efforts. “Yeah, fuck, he’d like that a lot— I think.” He swallows thickly, his mouth hanging slightly agape as he watches you tongue at his hard on, the dirty nature of getting off without direct content to his cock causing his tummy to tighten. And he’s so desperate too, fuck, has been ever since he can remember. Can’t quite believe his luck knowing now that you’re still a virgin, happily accepting your clumsy experience with open arms. He deserves to be your first, doesn’t he? Been waiting long enough anyway, and as he buries a hand in your hair to help guide your mouth up and down his cock more to his liking he grows more convinced that you are his for the taking. Why else would you allow him to touch you like this? Be your first cock sucked, yeah? Even if it’s only over clothes, he has to take things slow with you. Has to, even if he doesn’t want to. Thing is, his resolve has never been the strongest with you. And his moral compass ever gray. So it’s no surprise that when you decide to look right up at him while licking him through his sweats he chokes. His eyes rolling back into his skull unashamedly while his grip tightens in your hair, fisting at the strands for some sort of stability in the face of your obscene purity. “Mhm—” his tone is almost smug, pouting back down at you as you flick your tongue directly over his sensitive tip. “God— Your— Your boyfriend is so lucky—” He laughs, releasing your hair to instead pet the crown of your head, cooing sweetly when you beam at the praise. Anyone would be lucky to have you it’s true, it just so happens that he’s decided you’re his now. “Sure this is your first time?” He teases, smirking wide at your sudden stop to defend yourself. You’re so easy, though he’s really got no leg to stand on with how hard his cock throbs for you too.

“It is! C’mon, you said you wouldn’t make fun of me…” You huff, pulling off of him and sitting up straight to reprimand him properly. Even like this, he thinks you’re cute. Even when whining he wants to fuck you senseless. Even when you’re clearly embarrassed and acting all shy he thinks you’re the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He’s fucking desperate.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it baby.” He tuts, leaning over to caress your exposed skin some more now that you’re off him. “Besides. I was being honest. You’re really good at it. I really liked it…” He whispers his last words, hoping you don’t hear him before coughing to further obscure his true intentions. “Your boyfriend will really appreciate all your practice, I mean.”

His words seem to sate you for now, though he’s not quite done with you yet, placing both hands on your hips to drag you closer to him while keeping you sat neatly between his legs. “I can show you something else, if you want?” This is a bad idea. This is a really bad idea, but he can’t seem to help himself when you look so wanting before him.

You’re all too keen to nod too, happy with the praise he’s offered you thus far as you plead with your eyes for a little more help.

And he’s only too happy to give.

He’s cautious to remain calming, doing his utmost to care gently for your naive attitude. Because while you are such a good learner, he can still pick up on the slight hesitance on your face. The leftover worries regarding such a new experience— and he’d hate to ruin all that he’s built up tonight. Would never forgive himself if you walked out of his room worse for wear than when you came in, and so he’s soft with it as he taps on your shoulder. “Lay back, trust me.” Tenderly murmuring instructions so as to not overwhelm you too much. Even if his cock is practically ready to burst just from watching you do just that: lay back. The sight of you under him is one he’s only ever fucked his fist imagining, and so now that you’re actually on your back for him like this it takes him a second or two to catch up to reality. His vision hazy and his cock twitching, pointed directly at you and easily seen through to egregious wet patch you’ve not only left yourself but also drawn out from his dribbling tip. More than anything, he’s thankful you decided to wear a skirt today. It makes this private lesson a whole lot easier as he situates himself to hover above you, his pesky pervert hands finding their way to your inner thigh to pinch and hold while the other stabilizes himself by planting down on the bed next to your hip.

“Like this?” You seek his reassurance, and he sucks on his teeth from how small you not only look but also sound.

“Uh-huh, just like that baby.” His hand rubs your thigh up and down, his eyes unfocused and attempting to take in the whole view of you so submissive for him but he’s struggling. Never in his life did he think he’d actually pin you down like this. Fuck. The taboo nature of touching your best friends little sister gets to his head, his heart racing as he inches his fingers up, up, further until he reaches the hem of your hidden panties. His cock throbs at the little gasp you let out when he does so, knowing full well that you’ve no idea why you’re making those sounds and only that it feels right to make them. Exactly, he thinks to himself. If it feels so right, then surely it can’t be that wrong to help you so candidly. It’s all he need to tell himself anyway as he swallows thickly to instruct you some more, bunching up his bedsheets in a fist for some semblance of control. “So pretty like this baby. If you just lay back like this for your boyfriend then— Oh.” His fingers graze against your panties, thumb pressing gently against the wet patch over your hole as he seeks to please you instinctively. For a moment, it feels like he can’t breathe. All time stopped as he watches your reaction intently, more precum leaking from his tip when you scrunch up your face in interest. Has to stall himself abruptly and momentarily else he’s liable to just shove his cock in right there and then, face flushed and fingers twitchy. He wants to makes you feel so good that you forget all about your boyfriend, internally telling himself that to do just that, he has to remain patient. “He should— If he’s a good boyfriend then he should take his time with you, okay? I’ll show you what I mean.”

You tense up a little as he shuffles closer, bending down to mimic the position he had you in earlier. Both hands come under your ass to lift you up, meeting his face half way before you scurry to pull your skirt down over yourself. “S-Sebastian, wait—!” You panic, and his heart stutters at how cute you sound all confused.

“It’s okay, shh.” He coos at you, nevertheless not stopping despite your hesitance. “We’re not gonna do anything. Jus’ wanna show you what your boyfriend should be doing. So you know what to expect, remember?” He lies through his teeth, fully intending on doing that which he’s just promised not to. It’s just— he can treat you so much better, y’know? Has to take this chance while he’s got you literally in the palm of his hands, squeezing at your ass just to hear you gasp some more. There isn’t a prettier sound in the world if you asked him than you needy embarrassed whines while his breath fans over your thighs, his nose nudging knowingly at your skirt until he flips it up with his face in one swift motion— his hands too busy cupping your ass cheeks to do the job themselves. Besides, the squeak you let out at his flirty advance is more than worth it with how hard his cock jerks to fuck another one out of you. “You gotta make sure he does this with you. Otherwise, he’s not worth it sweetheart.” He confidently asserts, peeking out from between your thighs just to watch your eyes widen in surprise. Sure, you’ve no idea what he’s talking about, but thats why he’s doing this. To show you exactly what he means, wolf whistling once his eyes cast back down towards your plain panties. Even here looks pure, so innocent are your white panties that he can barely stand the sight of them. Not as a turn off, but because he adores them, loves you so much that even this small symbol of your innocence is enough to rile him up. Who was he kidding, there’s no way he was ever going to be able to last the moment you walked into his room. No chance in hell at keeping himself composed as you sit there obediently, his fingers itching to stretch you out properly already. But they’re too occupied absentmindedly squeezing your ass, keeping him calm and collected enough to at least still communicate his desires with you, his sweatpants growing insufferably tight with how hard his cock aches for you. Not a single thought given to the ethics of touching your best friends taken little sister any more now that he’s face to face with your virgin cunt. Unable to stop himself from sniffing at it like a dog, his cock drooling to the humiliated whines you let out. “Fuck—” he quickly shoves out his mouth, shuddering from your mere scent alone. While you may not know it personally, your body sure seems to want him.

And so he gives in to you once again, repeating the previous actions he had you endure by letting his tongue lay flat against your wet spot and sucking hard. Far harder than you deserve for your first time, but he can’t stop himself. Just one little taste through your wet little panties alone and he’s hooked, grabbing at the fat of your ass with much more urgency as he immediately flattens his tongue in an attempt to swallow you whole, running it up and down your hidden slit before placing a greedy kiss right over where your clit is. It's stupid how erotic things feel despite still remaining fully clothed, his cock harder than it’s ever been just from lapping away at your panties, huffing harshly at the primitive urge he feels to put you in your place. “Taste so good, yeah?” He pants, too deep into his delusions now as your cunt rests against his face to keep up the facade of just helping. “Jus’ a little more, okay? Jus’ need to— need t’move these.” He whispers against your underwear, his breath doing little to cool you down with the heated kisses he presses against you in between his gasped words. And he doesn’t even wait for your consent, dropping you down with an urgency that he’ll apologize for later before peeling your sticky panties off your cunt and down your legs, the shocked whine you let you and the immediate closing of your legs causing a growl to rise to his lips. He’s quick to move though, digging his fingers into your thighs to pry them open again and humming deeply at the sight that greets him. A wet and ready cunt. “Pretty.” He seethes, jaw tight and tummy tense with just how much he wants you, how eager he is to prove his worth to you. That, and the fact that you have the cutest little cunt he’s ever seen, salivating over you as you attempt to hide those adorable expressions he so badly wants to enjoy. It’s fine, he’ll see them soon enough, smiling away to himself when he lets go of your legs and you keep them open. Such a good girl, aren’t you? And for your first time too! He’s so proud of you, making sure you know just how much by trailing soft kisses down your open thigh. Murmuring sweet nothings on his way down to his goal, a trail of saliva in his wake until he once against meets your cunt with a grunt.

Not much else is said for a few long seconds, his own words lost on him at just how good your cunt smells, too focused on making sure he doesn’t bust a load before he has a chance to satisfy you to adequately voice his love for you, and he assumes you’re quiet out of sheer anticipation for what he’s about to do next. You’ve no idea, and that excites him to no end. Has his cock all twitchy, one of his hands lowering to palm over the too sensitive tip to release some of the built up tensions he holds for you. He’s got no time to tend to himself fully though, merely content to just palming at his cock while his free hand spreads your pussy lips apart. To any normal person, maybe even including your boyfriend, they might get embarrassed if they were acting as fraught with need as he is right now— but it’s hard to care about such things when his tongue rolls up your slit, openly drooling down it with a shuddered moan exhaled right against your puffy clit. Virgin cunt tastes so good, and he lets you know just how much he’s enjoying himself by lowering his head to make out with your hole. All messy and sloppy, he simply can’t afford to act any other way with you right now. Not when you make just the prettiest little whimpers, his efforts doubling the moment he feels your hand fist at his hair for stability. So good, such a good baby, doing exactly what he wants without prompting— this is why you should be with him and not your lame ass boyfriend. Look at how much you squirm on his tongue, the way your legs shake as he fucks it in and out of your untouched little hole, squeezing his cock hard at the thought of adding that to the list of firsts he’s taking from you. Getting off himself from getting you off, adding in the pressure of his thumb to your clit as he laps up everything your hole offers him, his head spinning with the sounds of your enjoyment while you claw at his scalp for any sort of purchase— but it’s no use. Hearing you cry out for him to stop, hold on a second! And feels funny, Seb—! only encourages him to keep going, the wisdom of previous sexual encounters he has over you looming between your legs as he sucks at your slick faster, incentivised to stroke the whole length of his cock over his (for all intents and purposes, see through) sweatpants when your legs clamp down over his head. Best earmuffs he’s ever worn, honestly. Though he can still hear the loud sob of his name loud and clear falling from your pretty lips as you very quickly, and easily, cum on his tongue. Not that he’d expected much else from a virgin, but still the speed at which you moan for him strokes his ego about as well as he imagines your cunt will in a minute, your back arching so nicely off his sheets as you ride his face to completion. He only comes up for air once he’s absolutely sure he’s drank every last drop of cum you offer him, and also because you start to push him away from overstimulation. You can’t rightly blame him for wanting to remain tongue pressed between your sticky thighs, you taste so fucking good, and now that he’s had that taste— he’s never gonna let you go. Big brother Sam and your boyfriend be dammed, he’ll brand your insides as his by the end of the night.

He’s gasping as he comes up, suddenly aware of his frenzied state as he has a chance to look you up and down. But oh, what a mistake that is. Your messy hair, body all blushed and shaking, a mess of fluids painting your legs pretty. He could cum right there and then if he’d allow himself too, stopping the shameful inevitable with a rough fist firmly choking the base of his cock. Something within him snaps when you reach out for him, all teary eyed and practically begging for more with the cute pout you wear. It’s enough to have him crawling up you, tugging his sweats down just enough to have his cock hang out before placing both hands at either side of your head. It’s difficult to focus on the task at hand rather than his selfish objectives when you offer yourself up on a silver platter like this, but he does his best anyway. “Make sure he makes you cum first, just like that, okay? He has to get you prepped enough for— Ah, fuck.” His exposed cock grazes against your slippery cunt and disrupts his teaching, instantly his hips buck into the warm heat and slip up to knock against your clit. And upon hearing your muted moan he reflexively repeats the action, humping his precum up your slit with infuriating precision. Can’t quite believe how close he is already, having to mentally remind himself to slow down, all the way until he’s eventually strong enough to stop. Difficult as it is, he still cares about you enough to give you a small breather before taking what was always his. “Oh, you feel so good. Just… Just the tip won’t hurt, okay? Only the tip, I promise.” He hushes your high pitched whines, tenderly brushing his open palm against your shaking shoulder for reassurance. “Promise, baby. It’s not cheating if it’s just the tip, okay? Just so you can see how it feels.” He hides behind a smile while whispering falsehoods down your ear, almost completely bent over you and pressing you further into the mattress below with no intention on keeping his word. Not that you realize, of course. A weak little nod as consent and he’s pouncing on you.

Sure he can’t just thrust it into you, but fuck if he doesn’t want to more than anything he’s ever wanted in his life. Wanting to go the same speed he usually fucks his fist to when thinking about his best friends little sister, all those festivals and band sessions you were present at while he was too busy petting his pervert cock— he wants to shove it into you so bad. But he’s nicer than that, or perhaps more cunning is the right word. If he’s slow with it now, letting his fat cock catch on gently to your dripping hole and stroking himself against it slowly, making sure you’re comfortable and happy enough for him to continue by rubbing smooth circles against your hips and praising you from his higher position, then maybe you’ll see just how much of a better option he is. “Look at you.” He mocks, though it’s said only with adoration, as if he can’t quite believe just how naughty you manage to look while taking cock for the first time. Your enjoyment apparent as he jerks off against you by your open mouthed mewls, your unfocused eyes attempting to beg for more from him, and he’ll give you it. Don’t worry, he doesn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to— and he certainly doesn’t want to do that. “You want it? Oh, your body wants it so bad— Can you feel that? Hear how wet you are? Ah, promise. Promise just the tip, okay? It’s only fair. It’s only fair since I made you cum first, kay?” He laughs lovingly, giving you only a second more to catch up to the situation before gently, far too gently for his tastes, pushing his tip further into you. A collective sigh shared upon his intrusion, his heart beating so hard in overwhelming pleasure from how tight your virgin hole is. So warm and wet, welcoming his leaking tip so well after he tongue fucked one orgasm out of you already. Still, he notices the pain wash over your face, his head lowering to meet your level with a hushed tone. “Oh, baby... I know it hurts, I know.” He sucks on his teeth, trying to bear himself to how snug this fit is, stretching your never fucked before cunt out with his fat cock, thankful for the copious amounts of precum he’s dribbling inside of you mixing with the slick you gush out each time he shifts a little closer, pushes his cock more in the smallest amount. He’d never want to hurt you, but he knows that if you put up with him for just a bit longer, he’ll have you crying from pleasure instead. Softly wiping your tear stained cheeks with another muted whisper. “It's all right, just breathe for me. It’ll real feel good real soon, and then— Fuck, and then what you gotta do to impress your boyfriend is— is wrap your legs around my back, yeah? C’mon, look at me.” He ends up begging, his brows knitted and thighs shaking as he takes you for the very first time. Patiently waiting for your eyes to open and rest on his, a small smile breaking out on his face when you finally manage it. “There ya go. Pretty girl…” He pauses, allowing you a moment to just breathe with his cock tip sitting nicely inside your cunt. And then: “My pretty girl.” As soon as you follow through with his instructions, keeping him pressed against you missionary style with your legs locked around him. He wishes he had taken the time to undress you, to love on your whole body as well as showcase his own, because he knows you’d love the skin on skin contact— but he’s not got the time nor the patience to go through that process right now. The heart wants what his cock needs, and right now that means being buried so deep in your cunt immediately so that all you can feel is him.

He moves without warning. Not that it was his intention, but the pitiful whine you let out at his words causes his cock to take control. A small hump, but it’s enough to knock the wind out of him with how ruined you sound immediately following. A matched cry from the way he splits you in two, despite his minimal movements, he knows this must be scary for you. “Just a bit more, okay? Promise, only a little more. You’re so close to taking it all, yeah?” He misleads you, his cock throbbing at the mere mention of fucking more into your poor little cunt. But still, you nod up at him. Even through babbles of pain and shaky breaths of uncertainty you trust him enough to keep going, and it proves fatal to his self control. Restraint forgotten about the moment you whisper his name. A soft, broken sound spilling from such pretty lips. There’s no way, no fucking way, he could hold back after that. And he’ll apologize to you later for his rashness, sure, but in this moment he’s absolutely powerless to stopping his hips from bucking into you. Pushing the rest of his cock into your warm hole until his balls finally rest against your ass, your skirt bunched up in your own small hands for some sort of comfort, but fuck it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. The oppositional sight of his cock stuffed fully inside your tight little cunt and the innocent action of tugging on your skirt goes straight to his balls, all tight and taut and want to mark you from the inside out— but he stalls. Lets his cock rest inside of you for now, taken to doting on you from above to distract himself enough to not cum already.

“That’s it— Look!” He breaks into a kind laugh. “You took it all in. Took me all in, yeah? Told ya, a natural. Fuck, you feel so good—” His cock throbs some more, thick beads of precum spilling out inside for your comfort, his eyes briefly rolling back from the way your walls choke his length at his words. “Promise to make you feel good too, okay? Show you how your boyfriend should be doing it.” He continues to lie, bending down to press a barely there kiss to your sweaty forehead only to pull back up. He wants to watch you fall apart. Needs to see the moment you realize that after all this time, he’s been right here, waiting, patiently, for you to realize his presence. That he could be everything you could ever want for and more. Gradually drawing his hips back and his cock with him, choking at the sight of your silent moan from the feeling, and then calmly pushing back in. The confused stare you regard him with makes him dizzy, working on autopilot as his hands come down to hold on to the back of your knees and gently pushes them down while he starts a lazy pace into you, biting down on his lip from his front row seating as your expression slowly turns into one of pleasure with the slow in and out he forces you to endure. He feels as though he’s melting into you, the stupidly lewd squelch of his cock steadily fucking into your hole, the wet pap! of his balls every time he fully sheathes inside of you, God, he’s so fucking in love. Simply mesmerized to the sight of you taking cock so well, and for your first time too! And the sweet sounds you make every time he forces his way back inside, molding your insides to the shape of his cock— he never wants to hear anything else again. Cursing lowly to himself at the realization of just how badly he wants— no, he needs you to be his. “Feelin’ good, pretty?” He asks you, a cocky smirk spreading on his lips when you mumble a subdued yes. “Told ya— Ah, told ya it’d feel good.”

This is just the start though, his hips experimentally fucking just that little bit faster into you to satisfy his forever urges, though your reaction is instantaneous. A quick breathy intake of air as you attempt to pull your skirt closer to your face, inadvertently flashing him more of your body despite your want to hide. Cute soft tummy that one of his hands immediately presses into, forcing a laugh out of his struggling lungs at your adorable display. And then it fully hits him. He’s fucking his best friends little sister, finally, after all those years— His pace snapping into a more brutal one at the thought, far too quick for your first time and only made more evident from the surprised wail you let you as he begins fucking into you like you deserve. Short snappy thrusts into your tight cunt, a resounding smack of his balls hitting against you filling the space left between his grunts and your moans, harsh huffs for air fanning over you as he adds a little more pressure to your spread legs. “O-Oh my God.” He manages to stutter out, unable to take his eyes off you as they flit between your puffy cunt and your pretty fucked out expression. He’s practically drooling over your reactions. “Jus’ for practice. It’s just practice—” he reassures you, filling your hole up so full, much fuller than you’ve ever experienced before with his quick fucks. Fucking so fast that his head goes empty, a babbled “Good girl, good girl—” over and over again down at you at the feeling of your walls squeezing him, your soft little mewls turning more high pitched and cracked with each eager drag of his cock. Can’t help but dig his fingers into your thighs, his head hanging low while he sits up a little off the back of his heels to fuck into you at a deeper angle. It’s obviously too much for you, the seemingly tell-tale shake in your legs letting him know that you’re close again, and he can’t fucking stop himself. “You gave me your virginity. You gave it to me.” He growls, a playful lilt to his tone at the embarrassment present on your face, the way you pull him closer at his dirty words like just hearing them was shameful, though he easily gives you the contact you’re seeking until his chest is pushed right against your own and his mouth latches on to your neck to suck just a little. A small reminder of your lesson, if you will. “You gonna remember everything that I’ve taught you?” He whispers down your ear, and he’s sure you can hear the smirk through his voice with how tight you clench around his speedy thrusts. Running his mouth more than he’d like just simply because your cunt feels that good, has him in a choke hold. “Maybe you don’t need him. Maybe you should just be with me instead, huh? Mhm. I think you should just be my girl.” His confession emphasized with slower but deeper thrusts into you. Really taking his time to fuck his full length into you, breathing deeply to continue his long awaited admission by way of letting his lips connect with your own. A messy kiss, more tongue than anything as he shoves it down your throat to drip saliva for you to drink up, openly moaning into your mouth just as much as he swallows your own for himself.

It feels too good, your little virgin cunt sucking him off better than anyone else has, persuading himself that this must mean that you’re his, right? “Only do this with me, okay?” He whispers in between sloppy sucks of your tongue. “If it feels so good with me, why would you wanna do it with anyone else? You should just be mine instead.” He all but groans, his tone throaty and dry despite the clumsy kisses, voice fucked out of him by how well your cunt takes him. And it’s clear you aren’t doing much better, able only to nod back at him with a cute dumb look on your face, his mind reeling with sadistic want to fuck it off of you. Grinding his fat cock into you with his hips flush against your ass, his rough thumb coming down to swipe over your abused clit only for a few seconds before he can feel you cream his cock. And fuck if it isn’t the best feeling he’s ever experienced, mind completely blank with the show you put on for him. One of his hands remains on your knee, pushing it down further so he has a better view of your cunt convulsing around his cock, his tip dribbling so much for you at the feeling of your slick trickling out at every small hump he offers you. It feels better than he could have ever imagined, your cute cunt already promising to ruin his every future experience unless it’s with you, and so he lets your ride your orgasm out with the addition of light flicks to your clit. A gentle push of his cock as he rests flush against you, at least until you’ve finally stopped shaking so much and your breathing is more stabilized from your first fucked orgasm.

“Look so pretty when cumming, angel.” He praises you, a sneaky smile on his lips as he once again returns his hand to your other knee, pushing your legs down as far as you’ll allow him while he completely rises off his heels now. His stance looming over you as he tenderly gazes at your barely open eyes, the dopey smile you wear telling him all he needs to know as he pulls his hips back hopefully for the last time tonight— and then fucks back into you as hard as he can. Practically bouncing you up his sheets from how powerful his thrusts are, his words gasped and trembling from the amount of weight he throws behind each thrust. Not that he hears you complaining, instead a stream of broken moans and half started cries of his name spill from your lips. Pretty. “Want me to cum inside? It’s only fair. I’m gonna be all your firsts.” He utters, voice all strained and forced as if it pains him to talk right now. And it does, your cunt wrapped so nice and tight around his cock that it’s difficult to make any sound besides moans, so warm and wet with your two orgasm that it’s a struggle to even think anything coherent. Though it doesn’t take him long to give you what you want seeing as he’s been hard practically since you showed up in his room in that cute outfit. At the very least he’s happy to have made you cum twice, and for truly being your every first. First kiss, first oral, first orgasm, first fuck. And now, your first creampie. Your name falling from his lips in a hushed gasp almost as quickly as you plead for him to finish inside, all breathy and barely there from how powerful his orgasm is when spilling his seed deep into your tiny cunt. His best friends sister, tainting you forever with his cum as he continues to fuck himself into your tight hole, fucking his cum deeper against your womb in a primal effort to mark your insides. The grip he has of your thighs tightens as he milks himself inside of you, nails digging into your skin with a soft apology, barely conscious of what it is he’s doing until it’s already done. And even as he’s running empty and satisfied with how stuffed you are, even then his hips won’t stop, continuing to stroke himself lazily into your overfilled with cum cunt until you whine for him to stop. “Sorry— fuck, I’m sorry—” he uselessly rambles, wincing as he pulls out of you only to stare down at your used hole. Shocked at the amount of cum that spills out of you, looking up at you apologetically until you smile wide back at him.

“Thanks, Seb.” You whisper, all cute and silly. It causes him to mirror your grin regardless though, tucking his spent cock away and shuffling to lay beside you rather than forcing your surely exhausted body into any further movement. You’re so attractive all the time, it’s no wonder he was unable to treat you any differently tonight.

“My pleasure.” He hums, laying an arm over your tummy and resting his chin atop your head. He’s so happy. So completely overjoyed with being able to be your first everything and managing to confess his love for you in one go. It’s a little dizzying if he’s honest, but he can’t help but be hopeful at the way you snuggle back in against him, turning to your side to nuzzle your face against his chest. Even the sound of your deep breathes is alluring to him, so obsessed with all that you are that he pulls you even closer, his softening cock slowly but surely growing harder at your soft affections. “I was being serious, you know.” He suddenly says, though there’s a hint of hesitance in his voice.

“About what?” You sleepily yawn, taking hold of his shirt once more. A comfort thing, he’s sure, but he’s still so in love with the feeling that it coaxes the words right out of his mouth.

“About you… Being with me. I’d like that. Makes sense, too. Since y’know…”

You don’t say anything back, and he thinks that’s fine. A lot has happened tonight, and he’s willing to wait for your eventual answer. Though he worries he’s maybe ruined the mood just a little with his heartfelt emotions, and so he flusters to fix the apparent issue with a breathless laugh. “Just… Y’can’t tell Sam, okay?”

“Promise.” You reply, and given the amount of promises he’s told you tonight, he’s not sure if you’re telling the truth or not. Swallowing the mounting fear of Sam finding out he’s messed with his beloved baby sister by kissing the top of your head a few times. Though he did thoroughly enjoy fucking you for the first time, he’d like to share more soft moment like these with you too. Delicate and giggly, the hand he has over your tummy drawing a hidden I love you against your skin while you cuddle into him. He’ll clean you up later, like the gentleman he is. But for now, he’s happy to simply exist beside you and praise you for how well you did for your first time. Sweet reassurances and smiled fondness. He loves you, and despite his less than kind actions tonight, he thinks you might just love him back.

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you can start a family (who will always show you love)

| alessia russo x reader | fluff (and some minuscule angst) | 2.1k | disclaimer: mentions of a broken childhood and toxic parents | a/n: based on this ask. been a minute since i wrote anything proper so criticism/feedback is very much appreciated. be as harsh as you want :) sorry for how long this took and i hope this is alright! happy reading 🫶

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“Penny for your thoughts?”

You hummed as you heard the words, a tired smile resting on your lips as you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in steadily, warmth seeping into your bones.

You’d been standing around the corner of the kitchen, a handful of metres away from the living room, after excusing for a moment, deciding that you just needed a minute to yourself.

You certainly didn’t expect the blonde to follow you.

Leaning your head back gently onto Alessia’s shoulder, you closed your eyes as you revelled in the touch.

“It’s…-”

Face scrunched as you thought deeply to find the words, you sighed before continuing, “It’s different...”

You paused for a second, choosing your next words wisely as you tried to find ones that could do justice to the voices in your head.

Nodding to yourself, you continued. “Yeah. Like a good different, but different y’know?”

Swallowing hard as you spoke the realisation into existence, you didn’t even realize how harshly you were gripping the blonde’s arm until she gently tugged your hand away.

Feeling Alessia’s hands intertwine with your own, thumb rubbing comforting circles over the back of your hand almost as if she knew the words weren’t easy to admit for you, you felt some of the tension dissipate from your shoulders.

The admission was not what the striker was expecting at all, but was more than happy to hear, a small smile crossing her face, heart swelling with pride at her own family.

“I’m not used to it being this easy.”

Your confession was quiet, nearly getting lost in the energetic chatter and excitement occurring a few metres away from the two of you, yet the taller girl heard it clear as day.

You weren’t close with your family- not much from the start and certainly not anymore.

Who would��ve thought that two toxic parents and a marriage that was never meant to last coupled with the news of you coming out would’ve resulted in you being promptly asked to leave a house that never quite felt like home.

It never really had come as a surprise to you, to be honest.

In fact, you’d already been prepared to be kicked out- having slowly begun the process of moving out months before it happened, getting ready for that exact day to come.

So when it finally did occur, you had bid your deuces quietly, mournfully packing away the naive hope of being part of a happy, loving family.

Grimacing to yourself as you tuned back into the moment and realized the rabbit hole you’d just gone down, you shook your head slightly, trying to derail your train of thought from progressing any further.

The action didn’t go unnoticed by the taller girl behind you, her hold tightening a tad bit.

You smiled wryly as you felt Alessia press a comforting kiss to your temple, lips lingering as she tried to convey just how much appreciated your presence.

The both of you were currently at Alessia’s childhood home, having been invited for a small family gathering celebrating the Lionesses’ and mainly Alessia’s World Cup run.

This was also your first time meeting your girlfriend’s family.

Between the nervousness coursing through your veins all throughout dinner and wanting to make the best first impression, yet being in constant awe of just how light everything felt, the evening left you drained, in a good way of course.

You weren’t used to dinners full of laughter and gentle teasing. Never mind that everything was home cooked and Alessia’s mum had made sure to check in with you regarding any allergies of any sort.

Too accustomed to take out quietly eaten in your own room as a child, whilst your background noise would be full of yelling and the occasional smash of a plate or a remote, it had been jarring to witness the Russo siblings rib at each other goodnaturedly, laughing even through the worst teasing as Mario and Carol had watched with smiles on their faces, taking sides as necessary to keep the teasing going.

Safe to say, it had been an overwhelming past few hours for you, and all in all, your social battery was dangerously on the brink of exhaustion after three hours.

Shuffling further back into Alessia’s hold, you let the emotions of the day wash over you, tension escaping you slowly as you took a deep breath in.

“You know they love you already right?”

The sentence was quiet, murmured against your crown and punctuated with a small kiss.

You know the words were meant to bring you comfort, to soothe your bubbling emotions, yet all you felt was the rock in your throat grow, eyes stinging with unshed tears despite being shut as your mind fully comprehended what Alessia had said.

Opening your mouth to respond, you flexed your jaw as you willed for words to come out.

Only a shuddering breath escaped you however, your hand quickly leaving Alessia’s as you hastily came to swipe away the few tears that had fallen before anyone could see them.

The blonde caught the action, not that you were trying to hide it, and before you knew it, you were being gently spun around, soft hands coming to tenderly wipe away at your cheeks as you scrunched your eyes at the sting of the sharp ceiling lights.

She was aware of what your childhood had been like, it being something you'd discussed somewhat early on in the relationship when the topic of having kids and a family came up.

She had known you'd been terrified of meeting her family, not at all used to having a parental figures that didn't speak in annoyance and guilt-tripping.

So when you'd hastily excused yourself as everyone settled down for a movie, the striker figured that maybe a moment to yourself may have not been what you needed.

And she was right.

Blue eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort, you felt Alessia’s hands slowly slide down from your cheeks, the stark disappearance of their warmth causing your face to scrunch up in displeasure.

Just having Alessia around you brought you a small bit of comfort- comfort that you didn't weren't ready to lose just yet.

Opening your eyes, ready to protest at the removal of her touch, you were about to pout at Alessia when you picked up the soft padding of feet.

It was only then did you clock the sound of footsteps nearing you, your eyes widening in slight panic as your stomach turned in nervous anticipation, desperately trying to guess who it was.

You didn't want to get in trouble for disappearing from everyone.

You felt Alessia’s hand fall to your arm, rubbing it comfortingly, yet failing to bring you any sense of relief.

In your fear, you didn’t even realize you’d began holding your breath, breathing in shakily as Alessia teasingly asked you not to pass out.

“Less! Is-“

Alessia’s mother rounded the corner, a worried look on her face that quickly morphed into a relieved one as she saw the pair of you.

“Oh good. I was worried.”

Coming to a stop in front of you, the older woman let out a quiet sigh as a gentle smile crossed her face.

Shooting Alessia a questioning glance, Carol turned towards you, giving you a once over and nodding to herself before turning back to Alessia.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been troubling my future daughter-in-law Alessia Mia Teresa Russo.”

The stern look that followed brought a small smile to your face, the concern at your well being bringing a sense of comfort to your panicking state.

“Wha- No! Mum!”

The questioning left Alessia flabbergasted, jaw dropping in shock as she looked at you, then back at her mother, then you again, eyes narrowing this time.

“I’m nice to you and yet this is what I get in return…” the blonde mumbled playfully under her breath, promptly ducking out of the way as her mother swatted teasingly in her direction.

Turning back towards you, Carol shot you a wink before retracting her hand.

“Has she been bothering you? She can be a handful sometimes! Might need to throw her in a timeout for a little bit!”

“Mum!”

You could feel the smile in Alessia’s interjection, not needing to look over to see the fondness in her eyes as stepped towards you again.

“She’s fine. I wasn’t bothering her one bit.”

Studying you intently to make sure Alessia wasn’t lying, Carol tilted her head before nodding in agreement.

“In that case,” you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders as you got pulled away from your girlfriend, “The brownies just finished cooling! Alessia mentioned they’re your favourite.”

And with a pouty Alessia trailing dejectedly behind you, your grin came easy, the comforting hold bringing you a sense of peace you didn’t expect.

You were immensely thankful to the older woman for not bringing attention to your probably red eyes, wordlessly steering you away from the living room where the boys were, and instead straight to the kitchen and into a bar stool before whipping around to fix you some dessert.

Feeling the bar stool next to you screech as Alessia joined you, you shot her a small smile, nodding wordlessly to her questioning gaze.

Reaching out to lock your pinkies together, you mouthed an ‘I promise’, settling Alessia’s worries before she made a move to intertwine your hands, soft smiles crossing both your faces.

Getting abruptly pulled out of your little bubble as a plate was gently put in front of you, you couldn’t help the huge grin that crossed your face at the sight before you- two perfect edge pieces of a brownie topped with a hefty scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Pleasantly shocked at the fact that Alessia not only remembered that this was one of your favourite desserts, but mentioned it to her mother who made it without any fuss or guilt-tripping, your jaw dropped in awe for a split second, feeling your throat tighten in emotion briefly.

“Thank you.”

Your words were quiet, just barely audible even in the near-silence of the kitchen.

Even though Carol just smiled at you, beckoning for you to eat, you were sure she got the message, your two words more than just a quiet appreciation for her making you a plate.

The tender moment was interrupted quickly though, Alessia quickly clocking in to the fact that there was only one plate and only one spoon.

“Hey!”

Watching as Alessia yet again argued with her mother regarding you being the new favourite child of the household, you dug in, looking up with a content smile on your face as you watched Alessia grumble to herself as she got herself a brownie as well, faux-annoyance on her face as grabbed a spoon before making her way back to you.

And as Gio and Luca realized that the brownies had come out of the oven, you watched as they tumbled in, immediately grabbing forks and completely ignoring the tray sitting on the counter, beelining it for Alessia’s plate.

You laughed as the trio fought over Alessia’s dessert, amazed by the way the blonde immediately covered her plate with her hands, shielding it like a prized possession.

Mirth dancing in your eyes as the plate inevitably got snatched from beneath the striker’s protective hold and you easily held your plate out in consolation, a pout meeting your gaze as the blonde dejectedly took a bite whilst casting a dirty look to her brothers.

Pulling your stool closer to Alessia’s you wrapped an arm around her midsection, you leaned into the blonde as you both enjoyed your dessert, Gio and Luca entertaining you both as they decided to fight over another brownie.

Well amused, you turned towards Alessia with a proper smile adorning your face this time, leaning into the blonde and tucking your head into the crook of her neck as you closed your eyes and basked in the homey chaos.

Maybe this family thing didn't have to be so hard after all.

“I love you. Thank you.”

You whispered the words softly enough for only your girlfriend to hear them, placing a small kiss where your lips met her skin before cuddling further into her.

And with a quiet squeeze to your waist in return, accompanied by the three words repeated softly back to you, you knew the blonde understood exactly what you meant.

Thank you for giving me a family I didn’t know I’d ever be worthy to have- for making a house feel like home.

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duhnova · 1 year

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The Kings Gambit: Bound (Teaser)

pairing: lawyer!yoon jeonghan x fem!reader

SERIES genre: smut (eventually), slow burn (incredibly slow im sorry), angst, fluff (more is on the taglist form/ will be added as i continue to write)

TEASER genre: fluff, mentions of food, mentions of a gun, humor?

word count: 911 (for the teaser), fic is looking at 40k+

synopsis: Money never came easy for Jeonghan, so when he finally built an empire that’s just his own he’ll do anything to protect it. But when you come into his life it’s like it’s all flipped upside down as he learns you’re more precious to him than the eleven digit number in his bank account.

a/n: there is no posting/completion date for this fic yet so please be patient with me - this is a labor of love (sweat, and tears LITERALLY) and i am sitting at about 21k+ words with A LOT more to go. i will be posting the fic to my ao3 as well, there it'll be one big thing versus here i will probably have to break it up into parts to keep tumblr from imploding on itself. (so if you want the full fic all at once i'd follow my ao3 but you're in no way obligated too! the full fic will be published here regardless <3). i might post more teasers and behind the scenes in the future as i write more just because of how long this fic is going to be.

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“Now I see why Joshua likes you so much.” He stepped closer, only stopping when he notices the way she shifts, like she was uncertain of him. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” She mumbles wearily, not to sure of Jeonghans intentions. “I’m Mr. Hongs assistant.”

“Y/N?” He tests her name out, loving the way it tastes on his tongue and loving even more the way her jaw clenches a little. “It’s nice to meet you.” He sticks his hand out for her to shake, the coat that was resting loosely on his shoulders shifted.

“Nice.. To meet you too.” Y/N mumbles, shaking his hand almost hesitantly.

“So, how’d you come about working for grumpy ol Shua?” Jeonghan lets his arm fall to hide within his jacket again.

“He uh..” She clears her throat, allowing her voice to come out stronger. “He pulled my file from the old company I was working for and decided he wanted me to work for him instead and now here I am.” She shrugs like its the most obvious thing in the world.

“Sounds like something he would do, he hates having others come to him. He’d rather hunt on his own so he knows what he’s getting himself into y’know?” He looks down at his watch to check the time, tsking quietly.

“Yeah I know.” She looks up at the clock to mimic Jeonghan's action.

“Why’d you take up his offer?” His eyes went straight back to staring into hers. “I assume its cause he offered you more?”

“Partially.” Is all she gives him to work with.

“Oh?” His interest was peaked double now at her vagueness.

“I just wanted out of there, thats all. Why do you care anyways?” She gives him a suspicious look.

“I don’t care actually, I’m just trying to kill time.” He shrugs his shoulders before checking his watch again. “Which leads me to ask, do you have any plans for lunch?” He looks at her through his eyelashes before looking at his wrist again, watching the second hand tick.

“Excuse me?” She frowns confused.

“Well I have a reservation for two at this italian restaurant downtown and since Shua flaked on me to meet one of his girls I assume, I’m down a lunch partner now.” He tries to gauge her feelings but her face is still set in a confused downturn.

“What, is day drinking alone at noon too taboo for you Yoon?” The way she crosses her arms and smirks playfully tells him she left all the formalities out on purpose just to tick him off.

“It’s Mr. Yoon.. Or sir if that floats your boat more, sweetheart.” He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, enjoying the way she swallows before scoffing.

“And its Y/N sir.” Jeonghan smirks, his teeth on display before hes tilting his head a little.

“Do you want to join me for lunch Y/N?”

“Something is telling me to say no but I’m starving and in desperate need of a margarita.” She lets her shoulders slump a little. “So yes, I’ll join you for lunch Mr. Yoon.”

“Whose the day drinker now huh?” He laughs a little when she shoots him a glare.

“Do you think I’d get fired if I cut your tongue out?” Y/N finally moves away from the desk so she could walk around Jeonghan to grab her coat that she hung up when she first entered the office earlier.

“I’m sure Shua would give you a raise, he wouldn’t have to listen to me anymore.” Jeonghan snorts as he moves to open the door for her, letting her exit the room first.

“Thank you.” She gives him a small nod as she walks out and down the hall, barely giving him time to close the door behind himself and catch up before shes calling for an elevator.

“So how old are you?” He tried to make small talk now that an awkward silence fell over them.

“I’m twenty-four..” She clutches her jacket a little. “You?”

“Twenty-eight..” He bites his tongue so he doesn’t let it slip that he still had a birthday to get to this year. The elevator dings, signaling its arrival and it causes another awkward silence to fall over the two of them as they have a straight ride down to the lobby.

“Hey Y/N!” Hoshis voice calls from the front desk where he was sitting in for one of the receptionists while they took their break. “I tried to tell Mr. Yoon that Mr. Hong wasn’t here but he wouldn’t listen.. Sorry bout that.” He laughs sheepishly causing her to give him a gentle smile.

“It’s quite alright, me and him are actually going to get some lunch so I’ll see you in an hour or so?” She gives him a small wave as Jeonghan ghosts his hand on her lower back, guiding her in the correct direction while shes distracted.

“So you can smile.” He hisses a little when she jabs her elbow into his side, hissing herself when she hit something hard.

“What was that?” She huffs, rubbing her elbow a little.

“Thats where I keep my gun.” He mumbles, side eyeing the people around them as he leads her towards the side street he had to park on since he left his pass to get into their private garage on his desk.

“You have a gun?” Y/N gives him an incredulous look.

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frozenjokes · 9 months

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Signing Back In, Apparently - 15

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Pearl knew something was different today, something was wrong . Even still, it felt wrong to assume where he was going when he left the group for some time alone. It was wrong- and Mumbo didn’t deserve to live under her scrutiny no matter how much she wanted to protect him. They were both adults making their own adult decisions, and besides, Mumbo had granted her peace to work on her own Scar-related endeavors, so Pearl would give him the same opportunities.

But something was still wrong. The feeling never left her, not even after five, ten, fifteen minutes. In fact, Pearl only felt worse as the seconds passed, like something inextricably linked to her was about to be shattered. It didn’t take very long for her to excuse herself from the group as well, but only to better track the time. She could watch the clock in the tavern, pet Jellie, and most importantly, calm down. But Pearl did not calm down. She could hear talking from upstairs, one voice clearly Scar’s, but the tone sounded level. She yearned to hear a raised voice, or even a scuffle; anything for an excuse to intervene, but nothing felt like enough . She bit her lip, digging her nails into her legs. Scar could do anything. He could hurt Mumbo in a million different ways, and she would have to know she chose to sit and do nothing to stop it. Ten more minutes passed. Just when she couldn’t stand to stay away, she heard a door open, and Scar’s voice broke through more clearly.

“Now, don’t you get to thinking these wings are anything but a pain in the ass, but I will say, I’m starting to think there’s a reason my back has been feeling alright this week. Gosh, it’s even bearable now! That’s modern medicine for you!”

Pearl didn’t have much time to process before the door shut closed, and Scar came ambling down the stairs. He wore that smug-looking smile, as he always did, but his expression dropped upon seeing her on the landing.

“I go all week without seeing a wink of any of you, and bam! Two in the same hour! You’ve got good timing though, Pearl, Mumbo could use some support. He’s in quite the state, and for good reason,” Scar trailed off for a moment, snapping his fingers as if trying to retrieve a lost thought, “Ah, and you should know, I appreciate you! For keeping me on my toes, y’know? You’ve always had spirit, and I’m glad to see you’ve never lost that fire. Call me sentimental, but I’m feeling nostalgic,” Scar walked directly through her as he spoke, not even turning around as he continued, “Send Impulse and Grian my way, and they might get their own Scar patented appreciation message. Hell, maybe I’ll even let Cleo in on the action, she’s been dying to know about you guys, and I’m in quite the mood.”

Pearl didn’t stick around to hear more, the rest of Scar’s rambling fading into the background as she made her way up the stairs. If Scar was in this good of a mood after speaking with a ghost, something catastrophic must have happened. Given the energy pulsing from outside of Scar’s room, that seemed to be the case. She wasted no time before going inside.

“Oh god, Mumbo-” the words left Pearl’s mouth before she knew she was saying them, her body rushing forward. Mumbo’s rippling form was a heap on the floor, hardly recognizable as the shape of a person. He was literally falling apart; not just his back, but with cracks splintering through his arms, legs, face- Pearl had never seen it this bad. That damn ouija board sat on the ground beside him, and she couldn’t help but notice the blood splattered across the center. Had Scar been injured? She hadn’t noticed.. It didn’t matter now. Pearl felt something in her own form shift as she sat at his side.

“Pearl,” Mumbo’s voice came out as a wheeze, an odd, almost clicking noise behind the notes of his words, “Don’t be angry. Don’t.. Impulse and Grian..”

“I’m not angry, Mumbo, no one will be angry and you don’t have to worry, okay? Focus on yourself. Try and stay together. You’re going to get through this.” Out of habit, Pearl reached for Mumbo’s hand, but it was malformed, barbed(?) and beyond that, shattered into dozens of pieces. She bit her lip and settled for his arm instead, squeezing.

“I ruined the- I couldn’t stay away!” Mumbo nearly wailed, the desperation of his fear slamming through Pearl. She winced, keeping her tight hold. The clicks and buzzes spinning through Mumbo’s voice grew in volume and speed, “Don’t tell them. Don’t let them see. Please. ”

Pearl drew in a sharp breath as another crack fractured Mumbo’s body, accentuating his panic. Hiding this from Grian and Impulse.. No, it was undoubtedly a bad idea. Comparatively, she and Mumbo weren’t even very close, especially after their deaths. Pearl couldn’t help him alone . But would telling them send Mumbo over the edge? He was too fragile, she needed to be careful. She needed to prevent what happened to Grian from happening to Mumbo first, and then she could get more help. He needed to feel secure. She was going to have to try.

“I know a place, Mumbo, where we can talk just the two of us. Grian and Impulse don’t know, I only go when I need some time alone. No one will see you there.” Pearl held tight to the flash of hope in Mumbo’s eyes. For a second, his form slid back into something more solid as his focus changed to moving, to getting up, but flared again as his body moved in a hundred different pieces, none of which seemed to command much control.

“I can’t-” Mumbo’s voice peaked, panic rising.

“I’ll carry you. Don’t worry about the parts that lag behind, they’ll catch up. I’m kind of an expert in that department,” Pearl risked a small smile, gesturing to her torso, permanently split in two. The wretched look Mumbo returned to her was enough to shatter her heart into a thousand little pieces. She moved to scoop him up, taking extra care to hold his head and upper body together for some semblance of wholeness, letting the rest drag slowly behind. Relief fell over her when she felt his arms tighten around her back, even despite the barbs running down them. It was quite the effort to get around without spending too much time in the open, but her private spot just so happened to be underground, so she just needed to find a different route. Not too bad considering she knew this island like the back of her hand, but the pressure of Mumbo’s flickering form in her arms was enough to make her own body defect.

Finally, they made it. Pearl’s spot was a small cavern cut from the side of a cliff face, one of the only places on the island where the elevation was high enough to house anything underneath it. It looked out on the sea, and it was beautiful. It was hers. For a human, it would be treacherous to navigate; spiked rocks dotted the cave and the waters below, only barely hidden at low tide. Wouldn’t be very comfortable either, as rogue waves often broke through the entrance, soaking the floor and anyone unlucky enough to be standing too close. But she wasn’t human. The rocks made her feel safe, and the waves were exciting; she could almost feel their cold when they would crash through her body. She could almost remember the taste of the salty water. Regret pricked at her stomach knowing it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, especially if she managed to find Grian and Impulse. Well, there was no time to linger. She bent down at the back of the cavern, setting the largest pieces of Mumbo down while the rest caught up behind her. However, Mumbo only tightened his grip as Pearl tried to stand back up, so she joined him, if for no other reason than to save her back from being shredded.

“I’m not going anywhere, you’re going to be okay,” she whispered, met with a long silence. At this point, she wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad sign. What was she supposed to do? Should she ask what happened? Stay quiet? Would it be a bad thing to remind Mumbo he had claws or barbs or whatever it was on his arms, and that it very much hurt? Pearl began to feel like a cornered animal. She wasn’t built for this. Impulse was good at this kind of stuff- talking, emotions- and Grian always seemed to know how to say the right thing to release tension. Why had she anticipated a fight instead of whatever was happening here?

“Pearl,” Mumbo rasped, snapping her from her own thoughts, “It’s not going to get better. He- this was supposed to fix me, but I still feel it. The pull, it’s still there, and I got what I wanted and it’s still there.”

“I don’t understand,” Pearl looked for answers in his face, but it was buried in her shoulder. This helplessness hurt more than anything in the world. She couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t say anything, only looking dumbly at the back of his head, like staring would do anything to fix the cracks. Maybe instead, she could be angry. She could stop the man that did this. “What did Scar do, Mumbo?”

Mumbo’s body seized in response, possibly a reaction to Scar’s name, but Pearl couldn’t repress a yelp as Mumbo’s arms tore into her back.

“No- I’m hurting you!” Mumbo startled, pushing back with some pieces of his shattered legs, ultimately falling back when he lost his balance. “I can't- I’m sorry!” If Mumbo’s body had relaxed at all in these past minutes, all that progress was immediately erased, the air filling with more buzzes and clicks. Pearl nearly covered her eyes as his body rippled with color and light, but forced herself forward to grab him.

“You’re fine. It’s fine. I can handle it, I’ve seen a lot worse, you know that,” Pearl half-laughed, a strangled sound that only escaped her at her most stressed. She wasn’t cut out for this, not by herself! “We can fix this. I can fix this. We’ll put you back together once you get more solid. I can’t quite see how things fit yet, not that anything would go back in this state.”

“Pearl, Scar didn’t do this- I did this. It’s my fault.”

“Of course Scar did this,” Pearl fell back on her anger, letting it take the lead, “ What happened? I can find a way- I can do something. I can keep this from happening again.” She tried not to think about how she had made that same vow just weeks prior. Pearl frowned as the memory of Grian’s disfigured body surfaced, her form stirring in turn.

“ I trapped him, Pearl. I forced him to tell me-” Mumbo’s breath hitched, and Pearl was pretty sure his form shifted in turn, but she was starting to find it difficult to see, “I forced him to answer me. To tell me why he murdered us.”

“ What?”

“It was supposed to fix me, Pearl- to cut whatever is keeping me tied here- it- but it’s just worse. I’m never going to get away, Pearl. I’m stuck. I’m going to be stuck forever, dragging the rest of you down.”

“No, no, that can’t be true. It- that’s not good- but there has to be another solution to this. This- this is fine, actually! We can work on this!”

“ Pearl, I can’t move on! He told me exactly what I needed to know, and it did nothing. It was supposed to release me!”

“I know, I understand, but maybe it wasn’t- maybe you just needed something different, something you might not even know yet? Mumbo, it’s not over for you, I promise. You can’t panic. If all else fails, this will end when Scar is dead, and trust me , I’m working on it. We will all be free.”

“But- what if it doesn’t work?”

“Listen, I know my past attempts have gone poorly, but with The Haunted Island, when we go back I’ll-”

“ No Pearl. I mean what if he dies, and we’re still stuck. What if it just doesn't work. I know exactly what I wanted from Scar- he told me everything and nothing changed. I don’t- what if it’s really just hopeless.”

His words stopped Pearl in her tracks, but it was only a moment before she recovered, “That’s impossible. Our ties, all of our ties , are to Scar. We go wherever he goes, and if he’s dead, those ties can’t exist anymore. Plus, it’ll make me feel a hell of a lot better.”

“How do you know that for sure? What if he dies and we’re all stuck at that spot? What if he comes back as a ghost or- something else,” Mumbo stuttered at the last idea, curling into himself, “I don’t know what Cub did, but it’s changing him I think. I don’t know. Maybe it’s not. Maybe it’s fine.”

Pearl opened her mouth to argue, but the words dried on her tongue. Was this about the wings? Hadn’t Scar mentioned them earlier..? Something about his back.. oh. No. No, that was impossible. Killing Scar would fix this, it would solve everything. It- it had to solve everything.

“Pearl, your body- no, I.. I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Mumbo put his hands- arms- over his face, his eyes? Did he still have them? He must, if he could see her. Pearl, on the other hand, was finding it much harder to see. What was happening to her body? The lines of her form were bright and blurry; it hurt to look for too long. And they were.. shifting? Ah.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Mumbo. Let’s just- we can fix this.”

“You keep saying that, but I’m starting to think I’m only making everything worse.”

“No, no, this could be good!” Pearl felt something leave her, something important, but it was quickly replaced by a new excitement, almost manic in nature, “Mumbo, Grian when he- when this happened- he was physical, at least a little, wasn’t he?” Suddenly, it was getting much harder to talk. That was fine. She could be quick.

“Oh god, Pearl, this isn’t- you don’t want to-”

“He didn’t touch Scar, but he still managed to nearly kill him and- well- Grian could still touch ghosts too. If Scar comes back..”

“But ghosts can’t die .”

“I’ll destroy him. There won’t be anything left.”

“But-”

“Mumbo. Please,” Pearl had to strain to make her voice heard now, but that was okay. This had to happen. She wouldn’t hesitate again.

“ Pearl, ” she heard his voice, but was having a difficult time with his form. His silhouette just didn’t look right. Lankier in all the wrong places. Even now, his words were starting to fade into her periphery; she barely even registered the buzzes and clicks. “ I’m scared ,” broke through, heightening her awareness long enough to remember who was still here with her.

No, don’t be scared, you don’t have to be scared anymore. It’s going to be over. I’m going to fix everything.

But the words didn’t leave her. She wasn’t quite sure if she had a mouth to speak. Well this was a problem. She couldn’t lose control before letting the other, Mumbo , know it was alright. She reached forward two, no, four arms to hold him, to make sure he knew. The last thing she remembered thinking was how odd it felt to press against another unstable form. And then she, well, he felt a spike of panic, pain, the unabating dread that something was deeply wrong. But it was okay. It was okay. When Scar was destroyed, this would all end.

#hermitcraft #pirates smp #boatem #boatemghostsau #pearlescentmoon #mumbo jumbo #grian #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #impulsesv

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Clover Rants Miraculously: “Just Do It”

I often see the adage “Character X isn’t obligated to help Y be a better person” echoed in the fandom quite a lot (especially when it comes a certain blonde bully). Not that I disagree with it, mind you - heck, I’m a huge proponent of the idea of not forcing a character to forgive/absolve an enemy or someone that hurts them just because it’s what a “good person” does. I think it’s very important for anyone to learn “I can fix them” is not an obligatory reaction to someone being in a mood.

The problem I do have with this attitude is that it’s often hitched to the other idea that “X should just be good” (often also accompanied by “Well so-and-so has a similar backstory (except it’s often just a very surface level similarity) and they’re nice! Chloe has no excuse”). And while that attitude isn’t wrong, I feel like it doesn’t really address the issue with how Chloe’s “attempts” to be good could have been done/handled better

So I have to ask - how? How is Chloe supposed to just “be good” despite years of having it internalized to her that being a self-serving narcissist is the best way to live life? What steps should she take? How should she better herself?

Like, this is a show aimed at 7-8 year olds. Kids aren’t stupid or cruel from the jump yeah, but if often goes a long way to actually give them tools/advice on how to achieve the kinds of behavior/attitudes parents want them to embrace. Sometimes just saying “Just be nice” isn’t enough and some people do need the extra help/guidance.

“But you just said no one’s obligated to help someone that hurts them become a better person?” Yes I did - however, these two attitudes are not mutually exclusive in my opinion. Marinette isn’t obligated to act as Chloe’s therapist and hold her hand the whole way towards her redemption, true, and taking the steps forward is mostly on Chloe herself - but that doesn’t mean the former can’t try if she wants to, nor does it mean Chloe must be blocked from any and all people willing to give her the tools/instructions necessary to make these changes if they want to. There’s nothing wrong with a character receiving help to be a better person (especially if it can lead to them eventually continuing to improve on their own once the training wheels are gone). It doesn’t need to be “Oh all’s forgiven just don’t do it again okay!” or something along those lines. You can have Chloe being directly helped into being a better person than she is and emphasize that this is something she has to choose to do while showing that Marinette and co aren’t insta-forgiving her for all the bullying and torment for all those years.

Honestly, the majority of the issue comes solely from how the show set up the whole thing. I mean, let’s look at Chloe’s “arc” in seasons 2-3 for a bit - we had so many characters telling Marinette she needs to simply “be the bigger person” and give Chloe another chance because it might help her be nicer, but I don’t ever recall anyone actually giving...genuinely actionable advice on how to achieve this goal through these acts. No “maybe make her do some volunteer work and see if that helps”, or “Maybe help encourage nicer behavior by showing her the benefits of being nice and have her emulate you”, or “Maybe use your role as student president (or as Ladybug) to force Chloe to actually help out the class (even if it might fail because of her using her dad to get out of it)”, or even “Ask for help from her childhood friend who should be more involved in this plotline considering he is, y’know, her childhood friend”. Just keep “forgiving” the mean girl when she goes out of the way to humiliate you and give her a magic haircomb, and then hope for the best (and if it fails, we’ll blame you for not doing more/preventing her fall from grace even though we did nothing too and likely could of helped)! Yeah, Chloe only acted like a hero because of the Bee Miraculous and helped out, but what about being Queen Bee encouraged better behavior from her outside of “Well, Ladybug likes me! :)”. Who and what was encouraging her to bring out that same attitude in her civilian life? Why make the whole onus on Chloe’s self-improvement be on only her and Marinette’s shoulders when the folks pushing the former to play redeemer for the latter “clearly” saw good in her could have directly assisted? Having the cast “Give chances” can only go so far - they also need to give actual goals (or at least smaller achievable daily actions) for whosoever is being redeemed before we can say “Well, they tried”.

Also, why is it that only Marinette is making these efforts - where’s Bustier, who keeps claiming she thinks there’s good in Chloe when she prompts Marinette and the rest to turn the other cheek, to assist by reigning in Chloe’s bad behavior? Where’s her father, who’s totally willing to defy her order to send her half-sister back to New York but will still gladly shut down half the city because one particular person irked his daughter or stand back while she and his wife mistreat her, to finally put his foot down and stop using his position as mayor to allow her to act however she likes without repercussions? Where’s Adrien, who sees his childhood friend mistreating his classmates and friends (and future girlfriend), yet will defend the behavior with “that’s just how she is” and won’t intervene until it actually directly affects him (“Despair Bear”) or he learns about an event from years ago and only cares since that’s interfering with his relationship now (“Derision”)? Where’s Master Fu, who encouraged Marinette to let Chloe have the bee and stood to the side as the entire thing broke down and lead to “Miracle Queen” happening?

There were also no actions taken by the narrative to force reflection on her behavior - Situations like “Rogercop” (Getting her “best friend’s” dad fired), “Maladictator” (Causing her father to get akumatized over her flipflopped decision to leave the city), and “Miraculer” (intentionally hurting her “best friend’s” feelings/getting her targeted by Hawkmoth because of the ID reveal) should have been major changes for Chloe and put a halt on her status quo. Even “Despair Bear” (despite how much I like the episode), really only scratched the surface by having Adrien threaten to end their friendship and force Chloe to actually consider her behavior for 10 secs before going “LOL just kidding, she’s still awful” and sacrificed that small moment of potential character depth for the sake of a joke. Imagine how much more interesting it would have been if Chloe had gone for an insulting compliment to show she’s still mean but at least is trying maybe? Or have Adrien get upset that she went right back to bullying everyone and eventually made good on his threat at the end of season 3? Why not actually have more situations like that, that lose her friends and the privilege of her status that either forces her to reflect on her behavior or doubledown until she loses everything. Why can’t there be effort put in to try and make Chloe seem like she was trying (or not trying) and failing to be a good person - or having it actually look like the cast was failing to reform her by showing them actively doing things to force her to be nice and her failing at them/being a hero and refusing to help/be better despite Ladybug’s attempts to steer her in the right direction and have her lose her miraculous because of that (instead of the eventually made moot “hAWkmoTh kNoWS YouR iDEntIty” thing). How hard was it to show Chloe and everyone actually trying instead of just going “Well Marinette said Bustier and everyone tried to give her a chance (and no, I’m sorry - standing back while Chloe torments her classmates while also blocking Marinette/others from making any open opposition because they think that eventually the magical nonexistent switch in her brain will flip to “good little angel” if they just do nothing is not “trying” in any universe) so clearly she’s just evil” after spending a majority of the 4-5 season demanding the MC and audience take the “be the bigger person” approach while claiming Chloe has potential to stop being a brat.

#Clover Rants Miraculously #ML Salt #ML Spoilers #I spotted a queuety

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Against the Tide - Fourteen

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Original Female Character, Silvio Ricci x Original Female Character Characters: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez (Bleach), Silvio Ricci (Ikemen Prince), Olivia DuBois (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergent, Pirates and Princes, Slow Burn, Action/Adventure, Worldbuilding, Angst, Some Subtle Racism, Sexual Tension, Political Subplot

Previous Chapter: Thirteen | Next Chapter: Fifteen

Summary:

"If you think being a King's wife would mean being married to an honest man," Olivia laughs, "then you don't know very much about politics."

"I don't," Grimmjow admits. "I don't understand shit about it. I come and go as I please. I live on the water and lay my head wherever I happen to be when night comes. Ain't seen the dirt in my country in at least ten years and couldn't care to." He peers closely at her. "I do bad shit sometimes, Sae. You know that. And I do that bad shit for myself. At least a King can hide behind the excuse of doin' what he does on account on his country."

"That doesn't make him doing bad shit any more forgivable than you doing bad shit," she maintains.

A/N: The next chapter kind of goes along with this one and I didn't want to split them up, so have this two-for-one special. 💙

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She finds Daisy and Grimmjow on the deck. She can see them from a distance, doing what looks like a strange little dance around each other. It isn’t until she’s been watching for a while that she realizes it’s a sparring practice of sorts. Daisy is equipped with the dagger Grimmjow has insisted that she keeps - “Got more’n enough others for myself,” he’d told her when she’d tried to give it back - and he is teaching her how to defend herself.

“This is too hard,” Daisy is complaining, once Olivia is within earshot. “He’s too fast.”

“I told you I wasn’t gonna hold back just because you’re a little thing,” Grimmjow laughs. “Any man lookin’ to attack ya ain’t gonna stop and wait for ya to get ready… y’know?”

Daisy looks at Olivia. “He’s right,” Olivia admits with a shrug. “My experience in that area is freshly firsthand, unfortunately.”

“I heard someone say you broke a man’s nose,” Daisy offers, her eyes sparkling. “Is that true?”

“It is, although I didn’t know it at the time.”

“How did you do it?”

Olivia laughs. “Are you sure you want to know?”

“I do,” the younger woman breathes. “I really do.”

She’s tempted to laugh again at Daisy’s wide-eyed look of wonder, but she refrains. “I head-butted him,” she explains. “He’d grabbed me from behind---”

“Like this,” Grimmjow interjects with a grin, snatching at Olivia and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist from behind.

“Oh,” she gasps softly, caught completely off-guard by his proximity to her. It steals all of the thoughts right out of her head, feeling the way his arms seem to fit perfectly around her, the hard planes of muscle pressed against her back, smelling the salt and the sea and the sweat of his body. Her pulse jumps, and she goes uncharacteristically quiet.

“Now Sae,” he murmurs in her ear, his voice pitched only loudly enough for her to hear. “How do you expect to defend yourself if ya go all limp and soft that way? Any man could take his fill of what he wants like that.”

The breath she exhales comes out stilted. “Oh?” She says, forcing levity into her voice as she turns her head to look at him. “And what would a man want in this case?”

He grins back at her and opens his mouth to speak, but his blue eyes catch sight of Daisy. The lady’s maid is conspicuously flustered, her cheeks red and her eyes trying valiantly to look anywhere but at the two of them. “I promise I’ll tell ya later,” he drawls, his voice low and growly. “But right now it looks like our little audience is waitin’ for ya to show her a thing or two about how to put a hurtin’ on me… so why don’t ya show her?”

By the time their little demonstration has come to its conclusion, the sun is beginning to drop below the horizon line, and the three of them are covered in sweat. “I think I’ve learned all I can about defending myself for one day,” Daisy laughs tiredly. “What I wouldn’t give for a nice soak in a hot bath right about now.”

“Sadly, we’re back at sea, so you’ll have to settle for a nice basin of lukewarm water,” Olivia says, her tone apologetic.

Daisy nods. “Unfortunately.” She glances at Olivia. “Will you be coming back to the cabin right away?”

Olivia knows what her offhand question is implying. “I think I’ll stay up here for a little while,” she says lightly. “I can never turn down a sunset.” She looks over at Grimmjow. “I guess I didn’t ask where you were sleeping.”

He looks back at her. “Dunno,” he shrugs. “This ain’t my ship, so no Captain’s quarters for me. I assume I’ll be sleepin’ with the crew.”

She feels the beginning twinges of guilt in her chest again. Before she can say anything, though, Daisy clears her throat awkwardly. “I promised Kenny that I would show him a little about writing,” she starts, her eyes darting away from Olivia. “So maybe I’ll do that for a little while this evening.”

It makes her want to laugh, how obvious Daisy is being about trying not to be obvious. She doesn’t want to embarrass the young woman, so she smiles kindly. “That’s nice of you,” she says. “I’m sure Kenny will appreciate it.”

The lady’s maid nods earnestly. “So I’ll go find him after I freshen up a bit.” She turns away slightly, and then turns back again. As if remembering her training, she drops into a quick curtsey before leaving the two of them alone.

“She’s made for so much more than just being a lady’s maid,” Olivia chuckles, her eyes on the horizon as she leans over the taffrail.

“She’s pickin’ up your sass, that’s for sure,” Grimmjow laughs with her. “Give her another month or two, and she’ll be wranglin’ men same as you do, kickin’ their asses and everything.”

Olivia pulls a face. “I’m sure the Queen will be ecstatic to see that I’ve turned her lady’s-maid-in-training into a seafarer.”

He shrugs. “There’s worse things she could be.”

“Like ‘a pirate’s whore’?” She laughs, recalling her mother’s words.

Grimmjow turns to face her. “Can’t tell if that’s a dig at me or not.”

“It wasn’t,” she says, surprised at the seriousness of his tone.

“Yeah, well.” He looks away again. “Wouldn’t hold it against ya’ if it was.”

She shakes her head. “Grimm, I would never,” she says emphatically. “I was just… that was something my mother said to me before I left,” she explains. “She talked as if my only choices were being the future Queen of Clario or… or a pirate’s whore.”

“She sayin’ you deserve an honest man,” Grimmjow points out. “Right?”

“If you think being a King’s wife would mean being married to an honest man,” Olivia laughs, “then you don’t know very much about politics.”

“I don’t,” Grimmjow admits. “I don’t understand shit about it. I come and go as I please. I live on the water and lay my head wherever I happen to be when night comes. Ain’t seen the dirt in my country in at least ten years and couldn’t care to.” He peers closely at her. “I do bad shit sometimes, Sae. You know that. And I do that bad shit for myself. At least a King can hide behind the excuse of doin’ what he does on account of his country.”

“That doesn’t make him doing bad shit any more forgivable than you doing bad shit,” she maintains.

“It does in everybody else’s eyes,” he mutters edgily.

She feels guilty - again - for bringing up something that’s so clearly upset him. “You were going to tell me something good earlier,” she says, her voice gentle. “But you didn’t want to in front of Daisy.”

“Didn’t think you’d wanna hear it,” he replies after a moment.

“Why wouldn’t I?” She offers him a soft smile. “You promised me you would. Are you going to break your promise?”

He looks over at her. She wonders if he’s even aware of the smirk on his face. “Okay then. I’ll tell ya somethin’ good.”

“Oh,” Daisy exclaims, when Olivia opens the door to her cabin. “Lady Olivia, you’re here.” The younger woman looks at her expectantly, craning her neck to look behind Olivia. “And you’re… alone?”

Olivia laughs. “Were you expecting me not to be?”

“Honestly? Yes,” Daisy admits. “I thought…” She trails off, her mind clearly working hard to figure out how to say what she wants to say. After a moment, she gives up on delicacy and speaks candidly. “I thought the Captain would be with you.”

“Oh, he was just flirting, the way he always does,” Olivia says lightly.

Daisy actually looks disappointed. “Forgive me for sticking my nose into your affairs uninvited… but does that mean you don’t plan to spend the night with him?”

“And leave you without a place to sleep?” Olivia shakes her head. “Of course not.”

“But I promised Kenny I would sit with him for a while,” Daisy protests. “After all, neither of us know anyone else on this ship but you and the Captain. And,” she adds with a bashful giggle, “I think the Captain really wants to spend the night with you.”

“I think maybe I’ve been a bad influence on you,” Olivia laughs.

“No you haven’t,” the younger woman insists. “If you really want to know the truth, you’ve just broadened my horizons. Back home I would always get so jealous, hearing about all the boys my age who get to do whatever they want with themselves. They don’t have to worry about decorum, or proper behavior, or ‘acting like a lady’ all the time. Then I met you,” she goes on, “and I realized that being a lady’s maid isn’t the only option open to me.”

“Oh, your mother is going to kill me,” Olivia groans. “And so is the Queen.”

Daisy seems wholly unbothered. “Well, I won’t tell them if you won’t,” she smiles. “And I think that if you really want to spend the night with the Captain, you should.”

It’s on the tip of her tongue to tell the younger woman that it isn’t quite as simplistic as she’s making it out to be. Why isn’t it? The little voice inside of her head asks her curiously. You can’t deny that you want to go to bed with him… probably as much as he wants you to. “Spending the night with the Captain might… complicate things,” she murmurs. She hasn’t intended to say the words aloud.

“It might,” Daisy agrees. “Still, maybe you’ve been thinking too hard about all of this, and maybe you should trust your feelings more.”

Clearly surprised, Olivia looks over at her. “Since when did you become so sage and wise?”

“I’m not,” Daisy insists. “But… I see the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you,” she adds quietly. “I don’t think he loves you any less than Prince Silvio does.”

Olivia doesn’t have a response for that.

“So,” Daisy continues brightly, “I think I’m going to go look for Kenny.” She flashes Olivia one more meaningful smile before leaving. “You don’t have to worry about me. The Captain says Kenny is a good man, so I’ll be safe with him.”

“I really am a bad influence on her,” Olivia groans again in the empty room.

“So who has command of the Hellcat?” Olivia asks. She’s been curious about it since they set off again, but hasn’t had the chance to ask until now.

“Belky,” Grimmjow answers, his eyes on the horizon in front of them. “I know he won’t do wrong by her.”

Olivia laughs. “Oh, I bet he’s having a field day then. Promoted from First Mate to acting Captain - when will he get this chance again?”

“Never, if I get a say in it,” he laughs with her.

“Oh come on,” she teases him. “You’re telling me you’re not happy to have a little bit of a break? Especially in light of how hard you pushed yourself to catch up with the Sea Queen?”

“You ever plan on lettin’ that go?”

“No,” she tells him stubbornly. “I’m going to scold you about it until the day you die.”

“Wouldn’t mind bein’ scolded for the rest of my life if it was you doin’ the scoldin’,” he smirks. “You can do anything you want to me, Sae.”

“Stop that,” she chides him.

“I’m serious. ‘Sides,” he adds, “much as I trust Belky - and the rest of my crew - it just don’t feel right lettin’ somebody else handle the Cat.”

“Mighty possessive, aren’t we?”

“What can I say… I ain’t too fond of the idea of other men touchin’ her.”

Olivia blinks at him. “I wonder if you’re that protective of all your women.”

“Hm,” Grimmjow muses. “Only ever met one woman I’d be more protective of than the Hellcat.”

“She must be a lucky woman then,” Olivia laughs.

“You tell me,” he replies, looking at her meaningfully. “You feel lucky, Sae?”

She shakes her head. “Sometimes I forget just how charming you can be when you really want to be.”

He looks at her in surprise. “Wasn’t tryin’ to be just then,” he laughs. “But if you say you’re charmed, I’ll take it as a win. It’s rare for me to have all your attention… guess I got that one thing to thank Barnes for.”

“What?”

“I get ya all to myself for a few more days.” He moves a little closer to her, reaching out and tugging at a stray curl that’s worked itself loose from the bun on top of her head.

His close proximity to her, as always, is almost intoxicating. “And what will you do when we get to Vora?” She asks quietly.

Grimmjow shrugs. “Stick around ‘til you tell me you’re ready to go back to Clario, I guess.”

Her eyes widen. “You’d wait on me?”

“Why not?”

“What if I decide to stay for a while?” She asks it hesitantly, avoiding his gaze.

“Sae.” He waits until she looks at him again to continue speaking. “Is that what you plan on doin’?”

“I… don’t know yet,” she answers honestly. She sighs, fiddling with her shirtsleeves. “I don’t know what to expect when we get there. I don’t know whether Jarron Barnes is telling the truth about Vora and whether his unhappiness is shared by the rest of its people. I don’t know what he plans for us once we set foot on its shores.

“What I do know,” she continues, her voice quiet, “is that being away from Vora hasn’t made me love it any less. It’s still the place I call my first home, the place that made me the person I am even if I haven’t lived there in two decades. Its culture, its people, the land itself - they all deserve a fair shot at being the way they were meant to without interference or oppression. So I can say with certainty that I won’t leave the island until I know that it and its people will be looked after. Whatever that entails,” she adds firmly. “I would swear that on my life and everything I have.”

He’s looking at her intently.

“What?” She asks, suddenly a bit self-conscious.

“I don’t ever wanna hear bullshit about you not bein’ qualified to rule a country,” he says after a moment. “That was a Queen’s speech if ever I heard one. Nah, scratch that,” he continues, “that was a fuckin’ King’s speech.”

One look at his face and Olivia can see clearly that his words aren’t just meant to flatter her. He means what he’s saying - he believes what he’s saying, and once again, she feels like her heart is bursting. The words she says next are borne out of that feeling. “Do you… want to come to my cabin?”

Previous Chapter: Thirteen | Next Chapter: Fifteen

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MC AND THE DEMON BROS WITH THEIR MAGICAL PETS

Lucifer and Caeruleum

- I know Satan’s pet is the one who’s meant to be catlike but honestly it’s more Caeruleum. He just acts like a cat, especially in how he thinks he’s better than you. Prideful little goblin.

-Caeruleum 100% takes after Luci and tries to boss the other pets around. He only gets away with it cause of how powerful he is. He was raised to be smart and strong and he puts it to good use.

- He’s prideful but will do that cat thing of ‘fine I’ll let you pet me peasant’.

Mammon and Lucky

- Two troublemakers who pretty much only listen to you. What could go wrong? So many things. Y’know how Lucky can sniff out anything valuable? He considers literally anything you own valuable. He’ll be dropping your favourite t-shirt at Mammon’s feet with his tail wagging. Also Lucky is a really good pickpocket but his favourite person to pickpocket is Mammon. He’ll drop Mammon’s rings into your hand and will give you puppy dog eyes until you take them.

- Lucky wants so many cuddles. Mammon also wants so many cuddles. Solution? Cuddle party.

- He only listens to you except for when he feels like agreeing with Mammon. So Mammon is constantly dragging you to his room with the excuse of needing someone Lucky listens to.

Levi and Jerry

- Jerry is like Levi without the crippling social anxiety. If he could talk, he’d be re-enacting the TSL quiz with Levi but about you. They both claim they’re your No1 fan. Literally every brother disagrees.

- Jerry understands what you say and so he’ll pull you to him when he overhears you talking about hanging out with another magical creature. You’re his favourite damnit, nobody else gets you.

- Levi literally says he worships the ground you AND your creature walk on and he’s backing it up with actions. He wants to dress your creature in a Henry cosplay and his in a Second Lord cosplay.

Satan and Fabula

- Fabula refuses to go outside unless he’s snuggled up to Satan or SOMETIMES you. It took him a while to warm up to you but once he did? You have a cute feral cat ready to defend your honour at any given time.

-Fabula also likes it when you turn the pages for him when he’s reading, or even better read together! He doesn’t like to spend time with you alone though, unlike the others. He needs Satan to be there too.

- Satan absolutely loves the feeling of unconditional and unshared love that Fabula gives him and he loves even more having the two people who he feels love him unconditionally with him.

Asmo and Bella

- Bella is the prettiest magical creature in the Devildom. Asmo’s getting her to tag along with you guys to beauty treatments. He also likes hairbrushing trains. Bella knows her way around a hairbrush well enough to brush your magical creature too.

- He wants you to all match outfits, this isn’t an optional thing. You will look cute together, damnit.

- Bella is super affectionate, she’s clinging onto you or Asmo constantly. She also brushes her brothers.

Beelzebub and Pom

- He’s enjoying eating with his two favorite non-demons. Pom’s rambunctious and considers it a great honour to defend you and your creature. All he asks for in return is you hand-feeding him his favourite treats.

- Pom likes to sleep in either you or Beel’s arms.

- Beel’s big brother instincts are activated looking after Pom and he especially adores looking after Pom with you! It makes him all mushy and sappy, it’s so cute.

Belphie and Sleepy

- Two sleepiest mfs in the Devildom. And both of them have an iron grip you aren’t getting out of anytime soon. The both of them will use you as their pillow and stargaze with you.

- Belphie is a fairly lackluster parent, he’s supporting Sleepy from afar. Beel makes sure Sleepy gets fed but you may have to walk him to make sure he doesn’t end up with muscle atrophy.

- Your poor creature is also getting affected by Belphie’s naptime vibes so they’re asleep too and Belphie 100% uses that against you (brat) like ‘MC you wouldn’t ABANDON your creature now, would you?’

AN: I kinda imagine my magical creature to look like Toothless from HTTYD or a tiny chubby dinosaur, idk. Reminder requests are open and comments are appreciated. Also any ideas or requests for my 100 followers event, which is insane to me cause it’s only been three weeks.

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Please tell me more about "Wolf at the Door" and "Flock"?

I GOT YOU !!! (Wip ask game!!)

The first chapter of Wolf at the Door is posted here, although it's missing some content because of the word limit on that exchange (gaz content. The world mourns). I'll be adding it back when I FINALLY FUCKING FINISH THE SECOND CHAPTER—anyway. WatD is the "Ghost as a dog-shifter" AU where Soap discovers him on base, assumes he's a K-9 unit, THEN thinks he's a stray, then befriends the stray because he runs his big fat mouth, and ONLY THINKS the dog is incredibly weird when it follows them to the next base too. He does eventually find out that it's Ghost. First work has 3 chapters planned and as a series I'm thinking at least 2 works because I can't fit in everything i WANT to and have it be plot-relavant.

I am having a lot of fun with it so far though because I'm thinking of Soap (at least the way I'm writing him here) as 'Apprehensive' of canines so he's like "this huge fucking beast. Glowing eyes and sharp glinting teeth. It could kill me I could die it would shred me apart" and Gaz who's hearing most of this second hand is like "pubby :)"

Anyway here's a snippet from my document-of-upcoming-scenes-that-are-unattached-at-the-moment. Also he names ghost-as-a-dog Spoon. :)

(I also talk about "Flock" under the cut)

Probably chapter three: post 'reveal'

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“How long have you known?”

Someone must be feeling especially merciful for Ghost to have broken the silence first. (Actually, Soap figures it’s the fact he’s accidentally gone and let himself into Ghost’s personal life, via the whole ‘I occasionally turn into a giant fuck-off dog’ thing, but he’ll take what he can get.)

“Och, I dinnae ken,” he sighs a little and leans against the door, looking out the window. “Not when you scared the daylights out of me at ass-o’clock, sometime after I started callin’ ya ‘Spoon’,” Johnny has it in himself to be a little embarrassed, and he scratches at his slowly warming cheek. “...s’pose sayin’ I knew was a bit of a stretch, but I’m not exactly surprised, y’know?” He hears creaking leather and risks a look at Ghost, who’s looking at the road.

“...Price didn’t tell you?” It comes out slow; low, and dangerous in the way that Johnny has learned means they’re in the territory of emotional landmines. He treads carefully, hides the vindication at his suspicions of Price confirmed, and focuses on his honesty.

“No. Went to go ask him about K-9 units too, the first time I saw you. Didn’t tell me shit, just seemed to think it was some kinda joke.” He watches Ghost’s hands relax on the wheel and feels a little tension leave his own shoulders. “...Sorry about all the nonsense, sir,” he mutters, referring to…well, to the whole bit; the patting, the baby-talk, the names, the collar. Steaming Jesus. It was one thing to not be surprised, but having it confirmed still leaves Soap confronting some of his own actions with Ghost-as-a-dog, it leaves him with an emotion somewhere between giddy delight and chagrin. Feeling like a bit of a kicked puppy himself.

Ghost shakes his head silently in response, but that doesn’t really mean anything to Soap. That gesture could be anywhere from ‘I don’t mind’ to ‘just drop it’ or even ‘you confound me with your whole fucking existance, MacTavish’, which—none of those options are life-endingly horrible, but he still needs to know which it is.

So he pushes, of course he does.

“I mean it. Not being sure it was you doesn’t excuse it if you didn’t like it, ‘n I can stop if it bothers you.” Silence from the driver’s side. Ghost doesn’t so much as twitch. “I can get the others to stop too, get ‘em to leave you alone so you can go back to whatever you were doin’ before—”

“No.” The interruption is abrupt, but not with any particular emotion that Soap can recognize. “It’s alright. I…” Ghost trails off, adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, clears his throat. “It’s nice.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well. That’s good then.”

Ghost puffs out a heavy sigh, “...Yeah.”

Johnny is trying to find something to say, but has kind of been blindsided by the fact that Ghost thinks it’s nice. He likes how he’s been treated as Spoon. In the same way that he wasn’t surprised to find out that Ghost was the dog in the first place, he’s also not surprised to find out that Ghost likes being scratched behind the ears—it’s just that now he knows. He can be fully aware that Ghost had every opportunity and reason to maul one of them for treating him like a common household animal and didn’t, but it’s another thing entirely for Ghost to tell him outright.

It’s a lot to think about, a lot to reconcile. He notices that Ghost is hunched defensively over the wheel at around the same time Soap notices he’s been staring at his poor lieutenant for an unknown number of seconds.

“Would you…” Soap actually takes a moment to think about what he’s about to say. “Would you like a scratch behind the ears, sir?”

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Cliffhanger because I'm a kind and benevolent writer. How does Ghost react? Tune in for when I chew up and shred the second chapter, then post the third one like I'm tossing it out the car window <3

ANYWAY FLOCK!!! Flock is a wings au one-shot that's just. It's just fluff, a la Figure Study yk? There are probably specific amenities for Ppl w wings (who I am literally calling 'birds' in the fic. Probably not the PC term but I doubt two army dudes are gonna care much if they're just talking about eachother) in shower rooms/maybe separate rooms entirely (bc could you imagine showering and minding ur own business and then get swatted by a wing bc the guy next to you is tryna clean his wing. No bueno). That base concept down its post-mission, they're getting cleaned up, Soap fucked his shoulder so Ghost helps him preen, Soap isn't a chump and returns the favor but it's been 50 million years since Ghost was gently caressed by the human hand and after having at least One emotion about it this fucker passes out like an old man in front of the TV. Then Soap gets to go "OK grandpa lets get you to bed" and tuck him in. (I am the CEO of naptime. It is me.)

The fic is like—like I basically wrote it, it's practically written... had I not changed my mind twice back and forth about the setting. It's in desperate need of editing because right now they're just in some amorphous hotel room that MIGHT be vaguely pool-like or might not be pool-like at all or MAYBE they're not even in a hotel. Is it in Chicago post-hassan? Is it just Some Mission? What needs to happen is I need to make up my mind.

Anyway here's a snippet!

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Ghost climbs onto the seat and crosses his arms, almost folding in half when he leans down to rest his elbows against the counter. After a beat, his wings loosen some from their typical tight fold, and Soap's mouth actually waters a little bit at the thought of how they'll look spread to full span.

He can't be blamed, Ghost has gorgeous wings and hasn't stretched them once since removing the matte-black. Soap already knows they're massive; even folded up they promise an intimidating size, just like the rest of him, and—wow. Soap should stop this train of thought. He steps up, directly behind Ghost, who turns to glance over his shoulders. His eyes are sharp, calculating. Soap feels seen. So he says the first thing that comes to mind.

"I broke my left wing once. Have I ever told you that story?"

"...Only once?"

"Piss off," Soap mutters, no real heat behind it since he's a little busy trying to find a safe place to put his hands first. Right on the wing seems a little too bold. "It was during basic, actually, we were climbing—I'm gonna touch the back of your neck—we were climbing one of those giant rock-walls—" he places his palm on the warm skin of Ghost's neck, blathering all the while about this stupid story from years ago that he only tells when he needs to defuse a tense situation. When Ghost doesn't tense any further, Soap slowly slides his hand into the downy feathers between his scapulars.

That gets a reaction; Ghost's wings draw inward, tense like a bowstring ready to fire. Soap can feel follicles rising under his hand as feathers puff up—for a moment, he actually expects Ghost to try and physically shake him off. Soap waits, rubs small arcs with his thumb, keeps his mouth running for background noise. When Ghost doesn't pull away, he slowly, carefully, pets through the soft plumage, soothing the irritation with his fingers.

He's off on another tangent by the time it feels safe enough to bring his other hand into play. His fingers are quickly coated in oil from compulsively sliding over the hidden line of Ghost's spine—tense in a way that Soap desperately wants to smooth with a firmer touch, but that would be far, far too much. Smartly, he sticks with picking out grains of sand, dirt, or powder and tiny, loose feathers.

(Occasionally, he thinks he hears Ghost make a noise, something quiet and vulnerable, but he drowns it with the sound of his own voice to save the both of them from having to address it.)

When Soap deems that section complete, it's bright and glossy and only serves to highlight how much trouble Simon must have been having, trying to keep up with his wings on his own for however long. From a polite distance, with his wings folded in and without being familiar enough with him to know what they're supposed to look like, they seem fine; perhaps a little ragged, but rarely are army wings anything less. Soap doesn't know what Simon's wings are supposed to look like, but now he's starting to get an idea.

He says, "I never knew why he had it out for me so bad. I'd think it was the wings—that's what usually gets people—" as he slides both hands over Ghost's wing, one stopping on his elbow, the other coming to rest just above his wrist. He presses up on the elbow, down on the wrist, and has a split second to realize that may have not been the move.

Then Ghost full-body twitches in an aborted flap that sends his wing to John's face, which makes John grip harder, pressing into Ghost's shoulder, instinctually trying to hold him down to keep from getting his nose bruised. Ghost's other wing flares out, scattering water as he twists around to face Soap.

They both freeze. Ghost is breathing hard. His wide, brown eyes bore straight into Soap's skull. At the look on his face, John quickly drops one of his hands and moves the other to Ghost's back again, fingers sinking down into his feathers, trying to comfort.

"Sorry! Sorry," Soap says as soon as he's taken a breath again. "Was tryin' ta stretch yer wing out, just habit to do it myself—"

"It's fine." The rawness of Ghost's voice surprises them both. He clears his throat, and it sounds a little more convincing when he speaks again. "It's fine. Just—"

The wing John wasn't trying to get to ended up stretched out over the damp concrete of the bathing room, so there's a moment of awkward shifting while Ghost gets it back into the water and turns his back to John again. John is almost too mesmerized by the feeling of muscles shifting under his hand to notice the gesture. (Keyword: almost. Something in him still eases when Simon is willing to have him out of immediate line of sight.)

"Keep going. You don't know why he had it out for you...?" A clear prompt, and Ghost sounds almost normal, so John carefully lifts his other hand, trails them both through the down of Ghost's mantle.

"Uh... Yeah, no clue why he had it out for me, I thought it was the wings but he was sweet on the other bird we had—"

Trying to move someone's wing for them is a little bold, he'll admit. But it was a habit—most of his other partners are perfectly content to sit back and relax while he takes care of their feathers, and he was much the same. Ghost wasn't going to be the same; he'd known that, but clearly hadn't been paying enough attention if he made such a stupid mistake. Both of his wings are drawn tight again, and Soap's own twitch closer to mirror the posture.

Trying to be more conscious of what his hands are doing, he starts moving from the mantle and into the edge of Ghost's scapulars, taking his sweet time working his way out toward the rest of the wing.

Ghost takes easier to this approach; slowly, Soap feels muscles loosen, and while he's straightening Ghost's tertials, his wing unfurls a little further.

Soap gets down the rest of his wing that way, with it slowly stretching outward until Soap is combing through his primaries. He stopped talking some time ago, he's not sure when. He's not sure when Ghost dropped his face into his crossed arms either, but sure enough, he's half-laying on the concrete, hunched over the lip of the pool, and his mask is shoved into the crook of his elbow.

He's also not sure when Ghost started trembling, but he is. Soap can hardly tell except for when he's got his fingers pressed against the convulsing muscles and the tips of Ghost's primaries are shaking even when Soap isn't touching them. He stays where he is for a moment, drawing his fingers down over the same spot, carefully watching Ghost's head as if he might catch a peek of an expression.

It's a hopeless endeavor, and he doesn't stop shaking.

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Get that man a fucking hug. Stat.

ANYWAY those are the things ✨️ I hope you enjoyed:>

#cod:mwii #.txt #ghostsoap #cod fanfic #watd #flock #wips #fic.txt #never ever try to copy and paste from notion if youre not on desktop #nightmare. had to copy and paste each paragraph individually #hashtag worth

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luciferschair · 2 years

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Glimpse of us.

a/n: I made this purely because I was bored lol, I’d probably start writing more in the future. Also, I would like to apologize in advance if there are any grammar mistakes. English isn’t my first language. Welp, that’s about it. I hope you enjoy the pain! 🤍

(reader’s gender isn’t specified)

She'd take the world off my shoulders,

If it was ever hard to move

Lucifer sighed as he put away yet another paperwork that he’s been doing these past few days. He’s been so busy that he can barely get any sleep, let alone keep track of time. He closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose with one of his gloved hands and inhaled deeply, only to open them again to see the messy desk that’s filled with mountains of paperwork. He was about to reach for another paper until he was interrupted by the gentle knock outside of his office door.

“Come in.” He spoke in a gruff voice.

The door creaked as it opened slightly, a familiar demon popping up beside the door with a worried look decorating her face as she peeked inside. “Are you okay, Lucifer?” she asked calmly. She opened the door fully to see the state of her lover, and couldn’t help but frown at the sight. “You haven’t slept for days.” She remarks. She slowly walked towards him and gently pats his back. “It’s alright, you’ve worked hard enough, Lucifer. Let me handle the rest.” She spoke with a smile as he looks at her, confused. He knew she was more than capable of doing his paperwork. Hell, he even knew how reliable and trustworthy she is. But he just couldn’t handle the thought of somebody doing his work other than himself. “I’m fine, really. Everything is alright,” He said as he plastered a smile on his face. “You should really head off to bed, though. It’s getting late.” He continues as he sees the clock and realized how late it was getting. “Not without you, Lucy.” She says with a pout on her face. Lucy.

The nickname made him bitterly chuckle to himself. “Alright. A few more and I’ll head off to sleep as well,” he promises. She shook her head and said “I’ll be helping you with some of these then, y’know, to help remove some of the weight off your shoulders.” He let out a small chuckle, knowing she really won’t go without helping him.

Her actions made him remember a certain someone, a feeling so different yet so similar.

She'd turn the rain to a rainbow

When I was living in the blue

Lucifer was sitting in the music room, listening to his favourite record as many thoughts filled up his mind while he stared into space, not realizing that his lover was watching him from a distance until she came closer and cleared her throat. His eyes widen in surprise for a moment, before blinking and returning to his normal self. “Ah, it’s you.” He tried to spoke enthusiastically, but failed. She gave him a small laugh and spoke, “Yeah, it’s me.” He scooted over and made some space so she could sit down. “Are you okay? I’ve noticed that you’ve been pretty preoccupied with whatever’s on your mind lately.” She said as she sat down beside him. “I’m fine. It’s just my brothers,” he said with a sigh as he tried to make up an excuse. “As you know, they’re very… complicated, to say the least.” He continues. She felt bad, but she knew what to do. “Hey, how about you take your mind off them for a day? Let’s go somewhere fun!” She said enthusiastically as she stood up while taking Lucifer’s hand in hers. “I don’t wanna see you sad anymore, so let’s go have some fun!” she smiled brightly. He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he swore he saw a rainbow right behind her.

All of the things she did were so different, yet so similar to someone he once knew. Someone he once loved.

Why then, if she is so perfect Do I still wish that it was you?

Anything-no everything she did was perfect. She knew exactly what to do in different situations. She’s quick, witty, clever, smart, reliable, trustworthy, confident, silly, gorgeous, she’s quite literally a mix of everything good that you can think of imaginable. Hell, even his brothers took a liking to her. She’s everything that anyone would have ever wanted in a lover. She’s perfect. So why? Why then if she’s so perfect, why does he still wishes that it was you? The thought haunts him until this day.

Perfect don't mean that it's working

So what can I do?

‘Why am I still thinking about you? Why couldn’t I just move on? Why couldn’t I just forget what happened to you years ago? Would she hate me if she knew that I was still thinking about you?’ his thoughts filled up his mind like a plague. Thoughts that he just couldn’t bear to tell her. He hated himself for it. He despised himself. How could he let a mere human control his emotions like this? It wasn’t anything shocking, really. He knew that a human’s lifespan is much shorter than those of a demon’s. So why? Why did he have to get emotionally attached? He knew what would happen in the end, after all. Fate hasn’t really been on his side for the past millennia.

He shut his eyes tightly and tried to forget and just go to sleep. But he can’t. He couldn’t.

Because he still remembers.

When you're out of sight

In my mind.

He remembers everything as clear as day. The one moment he let his guard down, and lost you. Exactly like how he lost his dear sister. Except, he lost you right in front of his very eyes. Everything inside him shattered, and he just couldn’t believe it. He had to be the one to tell everyone exactly what happened and how it did. All of your friends across the three realms were shocked, nonetheless. Some still couldn’t believe it, denying the fact that you were no longer with them. Some were crying on the floor while pouring out whatever’s on their mind. It hurt to see everyone like this. Diavolo, Simeon, Barbatos, and him had to stay composed to let their friends mourn over your death, even if it means bottling up his emotions.

He wouldn’t let anyone know, not his brothers, not even Diavolo. He wouldn’t let them know how hard your death has affected him. He wouldn’t let them know how hard he tries so to forget, yet he still falls asleep crying about you each night. He started shutting everyone out more, opting to do his paperwork other than spending time with them. He has gone back to the Lucifer he once was. Harsh, cold, and merciless. That was, until he met you in a dream one night.

In his dreams, you were at peace. Picking flowers in what seems like the celestial realm. He looked around and noticed that his wings were white. And all six wings were fully attached to him. You saw him and you immediately smiled widely, then you ran to his arms. He was still shocked, processing whatever dream this was while holding onto you oh-so tightly. As if he’d lose you again.

“MC—How…Where are we..?” He tries his hardest to compose himself and speak coherently. You pulled away from the hug and giggles lightly, and suddenly, it’s as if he suddenly remembered what it felt like to love again. “We’re home, Lucy. So don’t keep acting like that, okay? It hurts me to see you like this.” You said with a frown, it broke him completely to see you again after some time, but it broke him even more to see the sadness in your face. He couldn’t contain the tears that fell out of his eyes as he pulled your body to his embrace and held onto you tighter.

“Please… don’t leave me again.. I can’t—” He spoke through his sobs as he completely breaks his resolve. It wasn’t like him to act like this. But he’s desperate. He’s desperate to get you back in his life and make everything alright. Like how it always was, as long as there’s you.

“I’m sorry, Lucy.” Were some of the last words you could let out before you broke into tears as well. You weakly put your hands on his shoulder and pushed him gently. “Look at me, Lucy.” You said, and he complied. His ruby red eyes, now a bit puffy and red, stared into your own. “I want you to try and find your own happiness, with whatever or whoever it is,” you say while guiding his hand and holding it. “because I’m sure I’d find my happiness along with you.” you continued as you began to fade into the light. He knew what was coming, and he didn’t try to stop it. He just looked at you with his sad, soulless, desperate eyes, with a glint of regret. You cupped his right cheek gently and smiled widely with tears in your eyes.

“I love you.” He saw you mouthed those three words right before he awoke from his slumber with cold sweat.

He chuckles in defeat, it’s true. Fate is one son of a bitch.

Said I'm fine and said I moved on.

I'm only here passing time in her arms.

Hoping I'll find,

A glimpse of us.

#lucifer angst #obey me angst #don’t hate me lol #<33 #anyways uh #i love yall #idk tbh this is shit but i enjoyed crying while writing this #anyways not proofread #we die like men #or women #or person #i hope yall enjoy tho /gen

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emmerrr · 2 years

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Just saw you watched kinnporsche, i NEED your thoughts on vegaspete

oh man, where do i even start???

i mean, i think this reddit AITA response sums them up quite nicely:

[text id: “You’re both just enabling each other’s mental illnesses. You’re both perfect for each other. Never change. Just never involve anybody else in what you’ve got going on.”]

no but seriously, like, on the surface, this is a dynamic that usually wouldn’t really be my kinda thing given that vegas literally kidnaps and tortures and degrades pete. it’s, y’know, not the most healthy basis for a relationship of any kind.

...and yet.

up until the point where they’re thrown into the mix together, the only frame of reference we have for vegas’s relationships (for want of a better word) outside of his own family are porsche and tawan. in porsche’s case, vegas really only views him as a shiny new toy of kinn’s that he wants to steal and/or break just because -- it’s not about porsche at all, it’s about his hatred of kinn. and as for tawan -- him being the fucking worst aside -- vegas does just completely manipulate him, telling him exactly what he wants to hear in order to get him to do whatever vegas needs him to do for the minor family. potentially this is up for debate (i haven’t done a deep-dive into the fandom so i wouldn’t really know) but as far as i can tell, vegas never had any real feelings for him, it was all about personal gain. but my point here is that both porsche and tawan are a means to an end for vegas; any time he ever appeared let either of them in at all was nothing but a calculated move.

and it’s interesting when pete gets caught and ends up in vegas’s hands, because up until then, pete’s been someone of little consequence for vegas. i think that vegas would find it a bonus that pete is one of kinn’s favoured bodyguards, but on a personal level, i really don’t think he’s spent all that much time thinking about pete until now at all.

but almost immediately, and obviously through no fault of his own, pete happens to see vegas in some of his most vulnerable moments, directly witnessing vegas being humiliated and abused at the hands of his dad, and then later on just being the only one there to see vegas in the aftermath of subsequent incidents at the safe house. and i think that pete really sees vegas in a way he’s never been seen before; he recognises that deep-seeded isolation and loneliness, the desperation for approval and recognition from a father who’s just never going to give it. obviously none of this excuses any of vegas’s actions, but it informs so much of his behaviour, and pete realises that vegas is still trapped in this cycle of abuse. he can’t help but see vegas in a different light, empathetic almost to a fault.

i like that there’s a lot about vegas and pete’s feelings for each other that are revealed in actions before either of them have had time to think about it. the first big one for me being when vegas finds pete unconscious from his wounds (that vegas inflicted!!!!) becoming inflamed. his panic in that moment is so potent and immediate, that pete’s not waking up, that pete is obviously unwell. and he takes so much care to clean and bandage the wounds, and makes sure pete takes the antibiotics. it’s all so unexpectedly intimate, and pete doesn’t understand it, because what does it matter, why won’t vegas just let him die, what’s the endgame here? and this is the time for me, i think, when you realise that the point where vegas ever could actually kill pete (at least with any kind of intention) has long since passed. (i’m skipping to the end for a second here, but my other favourite of these sort of moments is vegas getting shot in the season finale -- the look of sheer horror on pete’s face, and then he doesn’t even hesitate before killing the shooter. like, that must’ve been someone he knew, but it didn’t matter. just blind rage, a gut reaction.)

and then pete’s given this golden opportunity to escape that he doesn’t take all because he sees the despondent figure of vegas sitting on the grass with his now dead hedgehog (rip king). and you can even see how mad at himself pete is for making this decision, but make it he does as he just can’t bring himself to leave vegas alone like that -- because who else does he have? (i’ll literally never get over this, i think about it all the time. pete was home free but he just couldn’t go. losing my mind over it forever and ever actually.)

beyond all the physical stuff and their obvious attraction to each other (pete being drawn to vegas against his better judgement, vegas being aware of this and using it to get close, to tease, to see if pete will call -- or raise -- his bluff), it’s all the emotional shit that just kills me over and over again. they just get under each other’s skin in both the best and worst ways. there’s the turmoil they both go through when pete gets himself out, that scene intercut between the two of them both in tears over a meal, pete trying to reconcile everything that has happened and how he feels about it, vegas there in the comfy clothes he’d got accustomed to wearing around pete, with a meal he’d made for pete in the hope he’d come back, just...fUCK. and pete begging porsche to just believe him that he really did go home, i can’t cope!!!!

i mean, i could go on and on but when it comes down to it, the effect they have on one another is just so profound, especially considering they have opposing allegiances (at least initially), and it’s just so incredibly compelling. i love that when they first see each other again after pete escapes, he immediately pulls a gun on vegas. i love that he can’t -- won’t -- shoot. i love that vegas knows he won’t. i love that the next time they meet they both pull guns on each other. i love that vegas lowers his first. i love that pete shoots vegas to save him, then beats the shit out of him. i love that vegas tells pete if he dies today, can it be pete who kills him. i love that pete resigns to follow vegas because he just can’t betray his feelings anymore.

i think they’re both complete trainwrecks, they run the risk of becoming dangerously codependent, and the lengths that i imagine they’ll be prepared to go to for each other would make a season 2 (if we get one) very very interesting.

in conclusion, they gave me brainrot, thanks for asking.

#emma answers #anon #vegaspete #this got long i'm sorry #kinnporsche the series

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ghxstkn1fe · 2 years

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warning: this is just a massive vent post.

i need to stop scratching an open wound. i miss him so fucking much. the fact that’s he’s gone is the hardest truth i’ve ever had to admit to myself. its so so hard to admit to myself that he’s not just coming back, that this isn’t just some sick fucking joke. when i said just a few days ago that this hurt is going to last for a very very long time, i didn’t realize just how correct i was.

I’ve already processed that i’m not ok, all i need to do is stop making excuses for myself and start doing shit. he would never appreciate peoples ambitions and goals being halted by his actions. a few goals have been made. i can do a few of them very soon, while others may take a bit more time.

First, I plan on recording, and maybe streaming one day. Earlier today (or i guess yesterday at this point), i found my old youtube account from when i was very young. finding that account reignited my love for recording and creating videos. all of the videos are very bad, but all of them have a lot of love in them. I already have OBS downloaded and now i just need to figure out editing, commentary, what i actually want to do, and many many other things. Might ignore all of that, do some testing with obs, and start recording and seeing what can come if it.

Secondly, i want to start giving blood. I’ve always scuffed at blood drives, i mean, “how important could something like that be?”. and then someone I looked up to as my hero died from cancer during a national blood shortage. now i know, the doctors caught his case very late into it’s progression, but maybe i can help someone who wasn’t so late into theirs y’know? I have no clue on how to start doing this. many night of research are going to have to be trudged through before i figure out how to do this. I’ll figure it out though.

Third, i want to be able to give at least monthly donations to the sarcoma foundation. just because one member of a team drops out doesn’t mean you can’t turn around and support the rest of the team. techno believed in this foundation so much and who would i be if i just abandoned them. this is a little unattainable right now as I don’t have a personal source of income and also can’t drive, but (once again) i’ll figure it out.

Fourth, i want to get better. for some reason i have been getting these weird little spouts of happiness lately. they are very difficult to get an actual grasp on, but every time i catch one my entire world clears up just a bit. my house feels different than it did yesterday. my head feels lighter for atleast a few seconds before the depressive cloud settles back over it. that cloud clears when i think of recording again or (and don’t laugh) play mostly any game on hypixel. or minecraft in general. that feeling needs to stay and i know i can’t do that by myself but therapy is one expensive bitch. this’ll take the most time out of all my goals, but i’ll do it when i can.

ok that’s all of my goals. get back in the swing of making videos, start donating blood, get to a point where i can donate monthly to the sarcoma foundation, and get better mentally.

these times over all else should remind us that, while we have lost one of the kindest and brightest beacons of light and love, we really need too appreciate those we still have while they’re here. Go hug your mom and dad, go pet whatever animal you have, go call your grandparents and tell them you love them, go tell your friend how much you appreciate them.

life is too short to leave “unspoken truths” unspoken. tell those around you that you love them. those kinds of things are never better off never being said.

#wow an actually long and half put together piece of writing #im not spell checking or anything #i just have a few things i needed to get out of my head #i hope you all have a great day #love you all #see you tomorrow #over the hills #mourning a true king #tw venting #tw death #tw blood #long post

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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How will the Yan Genshin Impact boys react when their darling wipes their mouth after a kiss (or spits if it's a French kiss)?

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, not SFW implications, and unwanted physical contact. Note: this idea had me absolutely ASCENDING

Childe

"Ah... the more you look at me like that, the more tempting you become. You really are made for me, aren’t you?”

Childe won’t be perturbed by your show of defiance. If anything, it makes him want you infinitely more. You glaring coldly at him while spitting out your mixed saliva is enough to get adrenaline pumping through his system. He almost wants to pounce on you there and then. Instead of caving to his desires, he’ll verbally toy with you, trying everything he can to get more of a delicious reaction. Really, he doesn’t mind if you throw a little temper tantrum like this. He thinks it’s cute that you’re doing what you can to upset him, without knowing all you’re doing is endearing yourself to him more. That’s not to say his feelings aren’t the slightest bit hurt. He’s a man with lots of pride, y’know? So he’ll be a bit more meanspirited in his “teasing” than usual to blow off steam. Maybe he’ll apologize later if you let him pick up where he left off, who knows. His mood is fickle at times.

Diluc

"If you’re going to act so boldly... at least have the wherewithal to look me in the eyes, [First].”

Diluc wouldn’t take kindly to your actions. He’s embarrassed enough as is for losing control and indulging in your body, for you to reject him so brazenly... it stings. The stinging sensation doesn’t last long before it morphs into genuine hurt. You can tell by the way his eyebrows furrow together and the clenching of his jaw that you’ve struck a nerve. It’s not just you that he’s upset with, it’s himself. Here he is, preaching about how he’s kept you away in his manor for your protection, only to cave into physical need like any other man. The men he explained he was keeping you away from for your own good. Whether or not you believed his reasoning, you certainly won’t now; his true selfish colors surfacing and staining your perception of him further. He’ll hold a tense staring contest with you until you break away, then storm out of the room, his mind a mess. Expect him to brood in the distance for some time afterward.

Kaeya

"Awe, there’s no need to pout, sweetheart. Did I come off too strongly, perhaps? Sorry, sorry. I want to promise that I’ll be gentler next time, but well... we both know that’d be a lie, wouldn’t we?”

Kaeya does his best to try and brush it off. If he focuses on it too much, you might get the impression that you managed to actually hurt him. That wouldn’t be good in the long run. Kaeya wants you to believe that no matter how hard you try, every form of defiance you offer is futile in the end; though he wouldn’t want you to stop being rebellious altogether. So long as it’s within reason. That being said, he wouldn’t be too happy if you continuously refused physical intimacy with him. He’s got needs that need to be met (according to him). If you’re being resistant and he’s not in the mood to play around, he might sigh, then offer you a reward of some sort for complying. Or, if he’s had a long and hard day, quiet threats murmured in a sickeningly sweet voice is his go-to. It really depends and his entirely out of your control. There’s a good chance that you do not want to deal with the latter.

Zhongli

"Hm? Did I do something to upset you, [First]?”

Zhongli wouldn’t lessen his grip on your sides while you vigorously wipe your lips. The Lord of Geo will have a frown on his otherwise unreadable face, allowing you the time to regain yourself and offer an acceptable excuse. He feels as if he’s been patient enough in handling your tumultuous feelings up until this point. Normally, he wouldn’t kiss you or otherwise get too physical if you didn’t initiate; he secretly likes being able to hold that over you. Reminding you that it could be worse, at least he’s a gentleman in that regard. So it’d be you who, for whatever reason, decides to break away and spite him. Depending on your response, he might have it within him to forgive. If you murmur you were getting anxious or feeling sick, he’ll dote on you and carry you to bed, then be on his way to brew some tea. Should you not provide adequate reasoning for yourself after getting him all excited like this, then well... he’d consider it an unspoken contract being broken. So be good and let him finish what he started.

Albedo

"Did I misjudge my timing? Or, perhaps... are you feeling too nervous? Here, let me feel your pulse. Hm... just as I thought. You need to relax. You’ll feel better that way.”

Albedo’s initial response is to go over what he may have done wrong. Understanding the nuances of emotions is uncharted territory for him, and as such, he expected to have errors in his judgment. That’s just how it is in research until you’re able to receive more conclusive information. He ran multiple simulations of this scenario through his mind, plotting the best course for success and coming to the conclusion you’d be willing to kiss when the mood is right. Albedo told himself that he just wanted to try it, out of curiosity and nothing else, but really... he liked it more than he thought he ever would. So you putting a premature end to his satisfying experience is unappreciated. Has a blank expression as you swipe your lips against your sleeve to clean your mouth, almost as if the weight of your action hasn’t fully set in. It takes him a few moments. Then he sighs, quiet and drawn out, his once inquisitive eyes taking a sharper appearance. Might just stay there and stare at you in silence to make you uncomfortable, his arms and legs crossed.

Xiao

"... Why are you doing that?”

Your frenzied movement doesn’t register in his brain immediately. He’s almost more upset that you managed to successfully wriggle away from his long enough, cutting him off from his previous enjoyment. If you play your cards right, you might manage to thinly avoid frustrating him further, by explaining you needed room to breathe or whatever. Should you not try to explain yourself, then he’s going to get impatient and go back in to pick up where he left off. Kissing is good, right? People seem to look happy when they do it together. So he doesn’t get what the big deal is. What’s up with all the glaring? Did you think that’d make him stop? Whatever the case, he’s determined to get his fill of kisses, and doesn’t care to stop. It wouldn’t register until later that you wiping your mouth was a show of insolence. Xiao was genuinely too caught up in the heat of the moment to give it more than a single thought. He’ll quietly sit in the same room as you, making sure you know full well that he’s ignoring you until you apologize. Will probably come crawling back to talk on like day three though.

Scaramouche

"What a disagreeable thing you are. Acting all high and mighty like you aren’t enjoying yourself... to alleviate the guilt, perhaps? Apologize while I’ll still listen.”

Scaramouche covers up his humiliation over your reaction by getting haughty. His face gets redder than anyone else here, his body burning head to toe at your blatant rejection of his advances. He loathes how vulnerable he has to be around you. Weakness is a quality he can’t stand, and while he would never admit to you making him weak, he knows it’s an undeniable fact. It’s unsettling that you hold any power over a divinely created individual such as himself. Experiencing you denying him time after time again breaks what little heart he has remaining. As such, he distracts himself from the hurt by swearing to make you regret it. Any pain you inflict upon him, he promises to repay tenfold. For the rest of the day, his men know better than to approach him, as he’s absolutely seething in rage. His enemies can sense his bloodlust from miles away. Honestly, there’s a chance some Fatui agent might plead with you to just give in to stop the carnage outside.

Kazuha

"Please don’t be like that, [First]. I treat you so well, don’t I? Like royalty. So just this once... let me indulge. I won’t take long.”

Kazuha is more hurt than he lets on. He understands that well, maybe you don’t like him as much as he adores you yet, but is under the impression that you’ll change your mind. He is a huge sweetheart, isn’t he? Getting you anything you ask for (within reason), carrying you when your legs are too tired to walk, penning poem after poem dedicated to your beauty. While he does act this way because he thinks you deserve it, another part of him starts to feel entitled to your reciprocated affection. Kazuha isn’t sure what else he can do to get you to love him back and it’s deeply distressing. Just a few seconds ago, the two of you were connected; as if nothing else in the world mattered. Then you went and rudely woke him from his lovely dream. His chest feels strangely tight. Not in the pleasant way that only you can invoke either, it’s an unwanted tension that he wishes to rid himself of. To be both the sickness and remedy to his ailments at once... he muses over the tragedy of it all.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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encountering a ‘pick me’ girl

character(s) : kirishima eijirou, todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki (bnha)

warning : PICK ME GIRL, misogyny (?) pick me girl makes an off handed comment about your body but it’s not detailed at all

PART TWO — PART THREE

legend : [Y/N = your name] afab! reader, but they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, angst if you squint

note(s) : i made 2 versions of this post so,, if you’re reading this— then i probably decided that i liked this one more than the other one i made,, anyways, i used real life examples 💀

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kirishima eijirou

i’d imagine that eijirou would have an idea of what a pick me girl is— i mean, there were probably 2 of those girls in middle school

but has he experienced it first hand? nahh.

though, eijirou didn’t think he’d encounter one when he was already in a healthy and committed relationship!

eijirou is practically friends with everyone— and yeah, even the most unexpected. so, he’s bound to accidentally befriend a pick me girl

him, being the nicest one out of all of the characters in this list, will still be nice to said pick me girl, despite wanting to snob them to the core

because really— you can’t really fight fire with fire in some cases

but, he can be everything but lenient when the pick me girl starts insulting you for doing certain things, and for absurd reasons too

like,, how you laugh, and how you take care of yourself (for example— if you wear makeup, or how you style your hair)

which is odd! everything about you is everything but the things the pick me girl has stated so.. he cannot stand by.

SCENARIO

the girl giggles to herself after that snide comment leaves her lip gloss coated lips. eijirou shifts uncomfortably— honestly taken aback by the anything but subtle insult that was thrown at you

“like.. seriously! it’s honestly quite superficial if you look at it like that. who the hell would put that much effort infront of your boyfriend? i’d assume they’d see everything AND everything but.. i guess not.”

you blink. superficial? now that’s a new one. the girl infront of you has been babbling insults sugarcoated in boasts the entire time, and you’re just wondering if it’s about time you guys leave but—

“well that’s unfair,” your boyfriend laughs, “i put the same amount of effort as this cutie right here,” eijirou pokes at your cheek, earning a quick laugh from you— which he can only thank the heavens for that

“but that’s different. it actually looks put together when you’re doing it, eiji.” the certain glint in her smile makes you want to wipe it right off with a dirty mop, “it’s impossible to look put together with expensive clothes, but being built like a—”

the sound of the sliding of a chair is quicker than your actions, and it easily cuts her off.

“i’m sorry, but we gotta go, it’s totally not cool of you to say those things about Y/N!”

“what? but i mean.. it’s true, right? i’m looking out for them! they’re literally out here l—”

“bye!” eijirou waves her goodbye with your hand, dismissing the sour expression on her face— as he dashes off with you

you’d question how he’s just so nice to people like that, but when he turns around, you could see the distaste in his eyes

“so that’s what a pick me girl’s like,” shaking his head, his expression lights up with such a quick manner “i’ll never make friends that are like that again!”

safe to say, eijirou’s friend list has been a a person shorter ever since that incident

bakugou katsuki

oh, so that girl’s bold bold.

if she thinks she could get away with being a not so subtle pick me girl infront of bakugou katsuki, then she couldn’t be more wrong.

it’s absolutely revolting— i mean, he hasn’t displayed any romantic feelings towards ANYONE that isn’t you.

also, they’re quite gutsy if you ask me. so congrats for having guts??

i don’t think he’d be friends with a pick me girl. he’s very selective of who he’s befriending, so it’s probably your friend that’s the pick me girl in this case

he wouldn’t know what a pick me girl would be, but he’d probably know the description of one.

over some time, he’d grow some resistance to insults directed at him, but when someone insults his s/o

oh boy. that’s not good. remember when i said that katsuki was almost like your scary and intimidating dog

this is what i mean

knows he can’t make a scene, so his first option is to be dismissive asf— but if said pick me girl literally can’t get it, he won’t be afraid of shoving some explosions into her face

because his hands are rated e for everyone

SCENARIO

“so you wanna be picked or something, is that it?” he hates how you literally have the resistance of a rock— which is something he always liked, but in this case hated. if it weren’t for you— he would’ve blasted explosions into her sorry excuse of a face until it’s beyond recognition (that wouldn’t be hero like, is what you’ve said in the past, but he disagrees.)

but seriously? ugh. he just wants to leave this horrid place, and make some dinner with you in the comfort of his home. why are you even friends with her anyway? she’s not even trying to be slick at this point.

“p-picked? i’m not understanding, katsu.”

“it’s bakugou.”

“right,” her laughter is like nails on chalkboard, “i’m just watching out for Y/N, y’know? there’s no point in wearing all of that.. on their face.” and she’s obviously referring to your obviously very well done makeup

“it’ll make your skin terrible in the long run! and really— i couldn’t really understand on why someone would wear that much, when you could survive with i dunno.. lip gloss at most?”

you would’ve actually said something as a rebuttal, but your boyfriend is quicker, and a lot more direct than anyone else in the area.

“just say you can’t do makeup and fucking scram,” katsuki’s ice cold glare finally breaks out of the act he’s been trying to hold together for you

“their makeup is fucking bomb as hell, compared to your ridiculous spider lashes, lady. come back when you’ve watched james charles’ entire fucking channel.” he harshly states in similar bakugou fashion, despite the lack of screaming.

and if you squinted hard enough, you could see tears welling up in her eyes. but katsuki tugs your hand before anything else could be said

“let’s fucking go, you need better friends.”

he makes you cut ties with all of them, and he practically scolds your terrible choice of friends— but he goes quiet when you tell him that you’ve been friends with her since middle school

“good fucking riddance. next time, i’ll punch them as soon as they say something outta line, got that?” and next time (hopefully, there won’t be a next time) you’ll actually lash out— or maybe,, you’ll let him loose for once.

todoroki shouto

now shouto might be,, socially unaware sometimes. but he can tell whenever someone’s trying to insult his s/o

like,, right away.

now— you both run into this person after a pleasant date, and she eagerly presented herself as your friend

so, her attitude catches him off guard because who’d have anything rude to say about you and towards shouto’s face? especially when it’s about something normal.

like,, wasn’t she your friend?? why is she even like this?

his hostility is very well known, so they should be scared.

he gets detached from the conversation, and he’ll immediately go cold— and shouto would probably go as far as walking away with your hand in his

doesn’t matter if he properly says goodbye or not— if a girl’s being rude to his s/o, they obviously don’t deserve his usually polite attitude. nope, that’s a luxury.

oh— and what more when they’re seeking for his validation. newsflash! said pick me girl won’t be get any from him.

SCENARIO

shouto couldn’t stop the bitterness bleeding into his mouth, when the girl in front of him continued to babble and take up the valuable time he had left with his s/o

initially, she presented herself as your friend from middle school— but as of now? she seems to be more interested in him more than you, despite knowing you first.

she’d ask him a string of obvious questions with very obvious answers, like ‘is she treating you well?’ ‘is she acting correctly?’ and questions of the sort

“oh, sorry! i’d hate to cut this conversation short, but—” you finally decide that it was about time to leave, while shouto looks pretty,, deadpanned right now, you could tell that he was gradually starting to get irritated by your friend’s words.

“wait. thats.. kind of controlling, don’t you think? do you ever let shou make decisions?”

“uh.. controlling? since when??” you question at the accusation. this girl knows nothing about your relationship dynamic, and she’s already jumping the gun and making conclusions.

your gaze snaps back to shouto, who looks just as surprised as he could possibly be.

“yeah! it clearly looks like he still wants to talk” which is an obvious lie, shouto just wants it out of here “i wonder how you managed to snag such a guy like him,” she comments with a smile that looked anything above suspicion (yet, it makes your stomach churn)

you could see the way her hand gets gradually closer to him— and frankly, you’re not sure about what she was planning to do next, “you wouldn’t need to dress all expensive and fancy, if you’re with a girl with an already classy appear—”

“i think this conversation is over,” shouto grip is firm on the wrist that was attempting to grab his shoulder, shouto makes no attempt to even look at the girl infront of him “i don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not humorous. at all.”

“what?” she stammers, drawing her hand back “i-it’s obvious they don’t know how to take a joke! this is why there are barely any good w—”

shouto’s next actions knocks her speechless, his hand rests at the small of your back, before gently guiding you forward— “love, what movie are we watching later?” he says, making an effort to press a quick, yet intense kiss on your lips

“oh,” you breathe out, surprised by this action. “don’t be so tense, love.” shouto comments on how tense your shoulders have looked, ever since she started running her mouth, “now.. what movie do you want to watch tonight? comedy? thriller?”

“you pick,” you laugh at the quick shift of topic. and when you look behind you, you could see shame and defeat welling up on her face. shouto finally feels like he could smile again, the bitterness dissipating from his mouth

after shouto questions you if that was what a pick me girl was, he makes sure that you guys won’t ever encounter such thing again

“you.. don’t have more friends like that, right? if you do— we could always do another friend list cleansing.” this statement makes you laugh but shouto is anything but joking

but being reminded of his reaction to that ‘pick me’ girl does puts a smile on your face.

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aquamarinescarlet · 3 years

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Don’t give up just yet

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~3.6k

Warnings: two curse word (I think), brief mentions of sex and cheating, angst (bare in mind these warnings don’t apply the way you think they do, you’ll have to read to understand)

Summary: The classic soulmate AU, sentences written on each other’s wrists, but with a twist.

Author’s note: This was basically an excuse for me to reinvent the soulmate AU with the wrist tattoos thing. It’s sorta angsty, but I just thought the ending was too funny. Just experimenting here, tell me what you think.

PSA: Dividers are the count down till the day: black is reader focused, red is wanda focused, gold/yellow is also reader focused, but I thought it deserved a little spark.

“You should call her, y’know.”

“Why would I do that? She made her point very clear.”

“It’s her wedding day, Y/N,” Mia reasoned, “and this fight was months ago, you have to get over it.”

You rolled your eyes at her insistence. This discussion has been happening every day for the past two weeks.

“I didn’t do anything wrong, why am I the one who should get over it?” You emphasized.

“He is her soulmate, and she is your sister, the least you could do is pretend.”

“Ugh,” you let out a guttural scream, “I can’t do this anymore Mia, I stand by what I said. That man is an asshole and this soulmate thing is stupid. I don’t trust him, no matter what the words on both their wrists say, and I’m not gonna watch her go down with this and not do anything about it.”

Mia didn’t respond, she knew she’d reached your last nerve. You watched as the woman left your office, sending a last sympathetic glance your way before walking into the hall.

Mia was right in some points, and you knew that. She was right about it being your sister’s wedding day and that you should be there to support her. She was wrong about you needing to be the one to apologize though. The way people manipulated their lives to fit this whole twisted Soulmate Theory made your blood boil.

The Soulmate Theory was quite simple: everyone was born with a sentence written on their wrists, popular belief is that those are the first words your soulmate will say to you. It was cute, and it worked most of the time, not for your sister though. Or at least you thought so.

Oli's soulmate was Isaac. They had met three years ago and eventually started dating. Oli was a firm believer of the Soulmate Theory and had never dated anyone before, so it was all new and exciting.

You started noticing the patterns roughly one year after they started dating. He was controlling her, discreetly, barely noticeable, but it was there.

First with clothes, Oli had made it a habit to always ask for his opinions on her clothing, and he would tell her he hated something, regardless of her telling him over and over again she had liked it. You made little comments here and there about his actions, mostly jokes but with some truth behind, she didn’t notice.

Second was friends, Isaac would always want to meet Oli’s friends, and if she went out with one he didn’t know he would make her feel guilty. You started giving more serious warnings, pointing out what he was doing more clearly, she didn’t care and called you crazy.

Third was her feelings, he had his mind set on what her role should be in his life. He praised Oli endlessly when she cooked or cleaned. Other than that, he didn’t care, didn’t pay attention to her stories, didn’t appreciate her paintings and drawings…

It got to the point where she wouldn’t want to paint anymore, when she was telling a story it would be without her usual excitement. Her smile no longer reached her eyes, she was constantly tired.

You confronted her about it, several times, but it was of no use. You’d point out the facts and she’d retort with ‘he is my soulmate, the universe bound us together, he wouldn’t do this to me!’

Three months ago was the last time you two talked. She told you he asked her hand. She knew you would be against it, she tried to ease you into the idea of her being with Isaac for the rest of her life. You weren’t having any of it.

After hours of screaming, arguing and loads of tears, she told you not to come to the wedding, and you said you wouldn’t.

It’s now four days from the date and you’re not going as long as he’s the one she’s marrying.

You stared at the words on your own wrist. ‘It’s you’. That sentence haunted you for years. What a stupid set of words for your soulmate to say.

As a kid you adored the Soulmate Theory, you paid meticulous attention to the first words you’d exchange with anyone, you made new friends nearly every day in hopes of hearing those words, but they never came.

Until they came. At first it was exhilarating, but the ones you said didn’t match the ones on the person’s wrist. You were extremely disappointed. And then you heard them again, and again, and again… It became almost routine. Every single person you met would say ‘it’s you’ or some variation of it.

You being who you are certainly didn’t help. During college you had started a tech company and now it had grown to be one of the biggest and most important in the field. The new inventions did win you several prizes and a lot of money. You were also stupid famous, being the young brilliant CEO and all.

Ever since, you gave up on looking for your soulmate. It seemed counter productive to get yourself all worked up just for it not to happen every single day. You made your peace with it, although a small part of you just wanted to meet said person.

The situation with Isaac and Oli helped. Seeing that it could end up hurting you made it easier to not fixate on finding your soulmate. Nonetheless, the desire was there; hidden, pushed to the back of your mind, but still there.

You just wished your sister could see it too, that the Soulmate Theory is not the solution to all her problems.

“Relax Steve, it’s all taken care of.”

“What about the flowers? Did you book the buffet? Did you check with the band? And the decorations? I saw some people didn’t RSVP yet, should I redo the seating charts?” Steve rambled on as Wanda just laughed.

“The flower problem is solved, the buffet confirmed, so did the band, the wedding planner is working on the decorations and redoing the whole seating chart seems… unnecessary, they still have three days to confirm their presence.” She reassured the man who was more stressed than her about the whole situation.

“Okay, sorry, I just want to make sure everything is perfect.” He huffed, taking a seat on the couch.

“It’s going to be perfect, don’t worry.” She couldn’t help the weirdness that surged upon uttering those words.

“How are you so calm?” Wanda just shrugged, not really sure how to answer.

Steve took a deep breath and gazed at the red head, offering her a smile.

“I’m going to sleep, all this wedding stuff has been stressing me all day.”

“Okay,” Steve made his way to his bedroom but she called him before he reached the hallway, “thanks for the help Rogers.”

“No worries.” He shot a last smile before disappearing.

Wanda found herself alone in the living room, the silence only making her thoughts scream louder.

She would be married in three days. It seemed unbelievable. After losing her parents, being experimented on at Hydra, fighting along Ultron, losing her brother and becoming an Avenger, she never thought she would have time to fall in love.

Yet, here she is. Although the feeling wasn’t quite what she thought it would be. It wasn’t exciting, or nerve racking. She felt no different than any other day of her life. Steve seemed like the one who was getting married, not her.

Vision is sweet and caring, she feels so happy around him. Then what is causing all these doubts to haunt her?

She knows what it is, she just doesn’t want to admit it.

Those words. Those stupid words painted forever on her wrist. ‘Don’t do this’. Ever since joining the Avengers she started using several bracelets to hide them, but they still burned on her skin every single day.

She’d heard of the Soulmate Theory at a very young age. Her parents had explained how those were the first words she’d hear from the love of her life. She would spend hours daydreaming all sorts of scenarios in which someone would say those words to her and they’d fall in love.

After her parent’s death, that stopped being her priority. At the Hydra base she’d only see her brother and a couple dozen different Hydra soldiers, too old and mean for a soulmate.

Gaining powers was a game changer. She was older then. Stronger. They finally allowed her and Pietro to leave the base and create chaos in Hydra’s name. “Do good” in Hydra’s name. She believed she was doing the right thing. She truly did.

Hearing her first ‘Don’t do this’ made her question everything. It came from a little kid nonetheless. A scared little kid. It must’ve been a mistake, she thought at the time. But that mistake happened, again, and again, and again…

When she joined the Avengers her eyes were opened to all the pain and terror she had caused. All the people she hurt. Then it dawned on her, what if one of those ‘Don’t do this’ came from her soulmate? What if she had hurt them, or worse, killed them?

The idea terrified her. So she hid those words on her wrist. A reminder of the evil she’s done and the love she’ll never have. She promised herself to never look for her soulmate, she already caused them enough pain, they didn’t deserve to get tangled in the mess that was her life.

And then Vision was created. Him and Wanda got along greatly. He made her happy. They fell in love, or at least that’s what Wanda told herself, that she fell in love with him. It was possible, there’s no rule on the Soulmate Theory that says you can only fall in love with your soulmate. Plus, Vision is not human, so he doesn’t have words written on his wrist, he doesn’t have a predestined soulmate, technically he doesn’t even have an actual soul for this sort of thing. They could be each other’s soulmate. A loophole on this stupid theory.

Why didn’t it feel like that though? Why was she questioning it so much? And why now? Three days before her wedding?

She took off the bracelets and stared at the ink, brushing her fingers lightly over it. She loved Vision, she affirmed to herself. She wants to marry him. This is what she wants. And she believes in these words, for a while. Long enough for her to fall asleep, turning off her brain from overthinking the situation too much.

Work has had you occupied all week. With back to back meetings and loads of paperwork to fill out, you’ve barely had time to think of anything else.

But now it seems like everything is done and you have more free time than you’d like.

You left the office early, not having much to do there anymore, and, instead of spending all afternoon home alone, you decided to go out for some coffee.

You were sitting on your usual table in the small coffee shop close to your place. It was calm, quiet and homely, a nice contrast between the places you frequent. The warm cup on your hands did nothing to distract you though.

The book you’d brought was long forgotten on the table as you glanced at your phone every few seconds. It’s two days till the wedding and, even though you tried not to think about it, you hoped your sister would text you saying she broke it off. It was unlikely, but wishing she could get some sense knocked into her wouldn’t kill.

You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t notice a woman glancing at you until you caught her trying to call your attention.

“It’s you!” She said, astonished, pointing to the cover of a magazine showing a picture of you.

Recognizing that issue as being a rather old one, you just nodded and offered the woman a friendly smile. She took that as an opportunity to approach you.

“Hi. Sorry,” she sounded excited and also nervous for bothering you, “I just wanted to say what an inspiration you are to women all around, to me especially. I’ve been opening my own business and seeing what you do has been such an encouragement to me. So, thank you!”

You were surprised by how nice she was. You’d expected her to ask you to invest in her business or something, like everyone who approaches you does, but she didn’t and it was a nice change of pace for once.

“What kind of business are you opening?” You asked. Listen to her talk would be a good distraction, plus, you could use the company.

“Oh, no, that’s ok,” she said, “I don’t want to bother you any further.”

“Please,” you urged, “I have the rest of my day off and I could use someone to talk to. Unless you’re busy, then I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you.” You laughed to ease the woman’s nerves.

“Sure?” You nodded and gestured to the empty seat across from you.

She accepted it and you spent at least an hour talking before she had to leave. It was a pleasant conversation, she praised your work but didn’t refrain from giving some interesting criticism on your business. The topic of an investment or a partnership never even came up.

It got your sister out of your mind for a while, although it didn’t last long.

Laying on your bed, your eyes fought to stay open, your mind swirling with all possible scenarios regarding Oli. She would be miserable if she went through with this, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

You love your sister, you care so much about her, but she refuses to listen to your warnings. You could swallow your pride and go to the wedding. You could try and support her. But that would just make an accomplice to her stupidity and you’re not going to just stand there and pretend that that’s ok.

You thought about texting her, way too many times. But your relationship is already rocky as it is, the least you could do is hope she gets some clarity on her own.

One day till the wedding. She’s 24 hours away from the happiest day of her life. Why is it, then, that Wanda doesn’t feel as happy as she should be.

She didn’t have to fake a smile, she was happy, but that smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

None of the others seemed to notice it. They just thought it was the nervousness of having everything set so the day could run smoothly. Vision even brought up the possibility of her having cold feet about it, but she denied it thoroughly, assuring him she wanted this.

And she does. She wants to get married, have kids and build up a family of her own. She wants it all.

It still seemed weird though. Like something was off.

“Steve just called,” Nat interrupted her thoughts, walking back into the room, “everything is set, prepped and organized for tomorrow.”

“Let’s try on the dress then.” Carol urged the girl to put on the piece of clothing for the millionth time.

It did her justice. Slim at the top and flowy at the bottom, accentuating all her curves perfectly. It wasn’t big and puffy but light and delicate. She smiled at her own reflection as the other women crammed around her to take a look.

“You look beautiful.” Pepper said in awe.

“She does, doesn’t she.” Laura agreed, even though she’s the one that helped her choose it.

Wanda didn’t say anything, just smiling and appreciating her own image, excitement growing on her chest from wearing it in front of everyone the next day.

The girls spent hours planning how they would do her hair and makeup. There were so many ideas, disagreements and arguments that Wanda was completely drained by the end of the day. She was happy though, to see her friends being there for her, eager to help and make sure everything was perfect.

It was nice to have people around since she lost so much throughout the years.

After the women were gone and she found herself alone, Wanda’s thoughts from the beginning of the day came back, hitting her like a train.

Was she really more excited about wearing a dress than about getting married? Was this a sign of her actually getting cold feet?

She shrugged them away, affirming to herself these are just stupid uncertanties people always get before their wedding day. At least that’s what happens in movies, so nothing to worry about... right?

Thankfully your work slump had subsided as now a gigantic pile of papers sat on your table. Some contracts had to be restructured and a set of stores had to be chosen to distribute your newest technology.

You thrived in that scenario, with countless reports and 2D drawings of the prototypes scattered about the room. Your mind was going a thousand miles a minute, seemingly unaware of the events that would take place later that day.

That peace, however, was short lived. Your brain short circuited for a second when you checked what had caused your phone to buzz.

Two voicemails.

From none other than Isaac.

It was right then that it dawned on you: Oli was marrying that asshole today. In only a couple of hours actually.

Before listening to the messages you started to record your phone screen, maybe he would try to threaten you or something and you could use that to convince Oli to break things off with him. It wouldn’t kill to be precautious.

The first one was sweet, although it almost made you gag, it was sent with good intentions. Isaac was asking you to go easy on Oli, regardless of your feelings towards him, you should be supportive of her and her decisions. Too pretentious for your liking, but sent with good intentions nonetheless.

The second one started awfully weird. Some muffled sounds, things you couldn’t quite make out. Until you heard a loud moan, your eyes going wide as you pushed your phone away from your face. Isn’t it technically ‘bad luck’ to see the bride on the wedding day? You didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts as the voice on the phone started to moan each other’s names. The woman didn’t sound anything like Oli, because it wasn’t Oli. Isaac was cheating on your sister? And on their wedding day!?

Oh you weren’t about to just let that go. You stopped the recording, thanking your intuition, and quickly ringed Oli.

It rang once… twice… three times… and then voicemail. You tried at least four more times until you figured she just didn’t want to talk to you.

“Marie can you come in here please?” You called your secretary.

A few seconds later she popped her head inside your office.

“How can I help?”

“Can I use your phone!?” You sounded more exasperated than you wished.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to call your sister today?” Damn, that woman knows you too well. You sighed loudly.

“Please… I just…” You trailed off, sounding desperate this time around.

Thankfully Marie gave in and lent you her phone. You typed Oli’s number and rang it, several times, she didn’t pick up once. You were starting to get truly desperate now.

“Do you have the address?” You handed Marie her phone back.

“Here.” She handed you a piece of paper from her pocket.

It was on the other side of the city, at least a one hour drive. You quickly grabbed your coat, purse and phone, rushing out of the office, only being stopped by a hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” You gave her a reassuring smile and a quick nod before making your way to your car. Marie has been working with you since the beginning, she always knew when you were up to nothing good. She also knew that when you set your mind to something, there was no stopping you.

The drive was excruciating. You kept making stupid mistakes and taking wrong turns. Everything seemed to work against you, being it: accidents, red lights, slow drivers, pedestrians. Even the birds chirping around were pissing you off.

You finally reached the venue and stopped the car messily in the front entrance. You quickly ran up the stairs, and almost tripped and fell when you heard the officiant was already performing the ceremony.

You reached the doors and yanked them open, hopefully interrupting the wedding before it was too late.

“Don’t do this!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, nearly breathless.

The guests all turned towards you, surprised. So did the couple on the podium.

Except those people weren’t Oli and Isaac. You recognized them, Vision and Scarlet Witch, or at least that’s the names they went for on television. You’ve seen them before, doing business with Stark had its perks, but had never been introduced.

You could’ve felt bad, but your stomach was a turmoil of faith and nausea. You were either really early or really late to stop Oli.

“Sorry,” you said, trying to catch your breath, “wrong wedding, carry on.” You turned around to leave, but not before noticing the bride glancing at her own wrist.

You didn’t get the chance to take a single step out the door before her voice filled the silence that had settled.

“It’s you.” You stopped dead on your tracks. Your wrist burning slightly, not the kind of pain to cause discomfort, just enough to be noticeable.

Those words.

Her looking at her wrist.

Your’s burning now.

You turned back around, earning all kinds of confused glances from the guests. Your eyes fell on the woman, a smirk plastered on your lips.

“Seems like this isn’t the wrong wedding after all.”

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