#and i want to be careful how i am approaching it and whose voices are informing me

[clove-pinks]

Lately I have been thinking a lot about how the northwestern frontier of the War of 1812 is ultimately part of the Sixty Years' War for control of the Great Lakes region.

Settler colonial powers clashed with each other (with other overlapping conflicts like the Seven Years' War); and numerous First Nations/Indigenous people joined one side or another in a fight against genocidal removal and the loss of their culture. The frontier was already militarised before the War of 1812.

When he turned his attention to politics, General Harrison specifically emphasised his 1811 win over Tecumseh's confederacy ("Tippecanoe and Tyler too") where he destroyed the Indigenous community of Prophetstown—not his impressive role in the War of 1812 against the British at Fort Meigs.

In the introduction to his 1985 book Men of Patriotism, Courage & Enterprise! Fort Meigs in the War of 1812, Larry L. Nelson discusses his reliance on primary sources in the form of letters, diaries, and journals from the (settler) participants, and how this affects the interpretation of a complicated history:

The use of these primary sources, however, often serves to accentuate the underlying and widely held prejudices of the times. The unsympathetic treatment of the Native American is a case in point. Scorn for the Indian runs as a common thread throughout much of the writing of the period, and is inescapably found in some of the excerpts quoted in this work. For much of white North America during the period, the American Indian was the object of fear and hatred held in equal portion.

The United States already looks pretty Not Great in the long view of the War of 1812—all of our enslaved people constantly fleeing to the British, the bungled invasion of Upper Canada and the burning of York—and there's another dark legacy in the frontier warfare. No wonder the western parts of the United States were so eager for a war with Britain: because it was mainly a war for the expansion of settlement, and there was propaganda depicting the Indigenous population as allies of the British. The New England states wanted to avoid war and almost seceded from the US.

I feel sympathy for many of the defenders of Fort Meigs, particularly the ordinary enlisted men. I don't think they were monsters, even if they were fighting for their nation in a long campaign to break old treaties and expand settlement at the expense of violently displacing native people. The Fort Meigs museum did a nice job with the different perspectives on the conflict, although it's mostly the voices of the US military because they have all of the diaries and letters and other primary sources.

I only just learned that Tecumseh's verbal sketch of Henry Proctor as "a fat animal with its tail between its legs" was in Shawnee, not in English. Tecumseh was revered as an orator, but so few of his words seem to have been written down (that was one of my takeaways from Tecumseh and the Prophet: The Shawnee Brothers Who Defied a Nation, by Peter Cozzens).

There are many challenges for me as a historian, but I am increasingly fascinated by the northwestern theatre of the War of 1812. (And now living there, getting to personally visit these military history sites).

#war of 1812 #fort meigs #tecumseh #military history #us history #indigenous #settler colonialism #ohio #sixty years war #tecumseh's confederacy #old northwest #the war of 1812 ties into the napoleonic wars but also this violent settler conflict! #and i want to be careful how i am approaching it and whose voices are informing me

[bandgie]

Would you maybe be interested in this?

https://www.tumblr.com/thefantasydenthoughts/745174509121929216/sending-one-more-i-hope-im-not-annoying-i-feel?source=share

a/n: (link) I am yes BUT you know I have to add my own twist

Synopsis: You never expected to run into three terrifyingly handsome men the night you ran away on your wedding, but you didn't expect them to be so inviting either.

warnings: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, 4some, jerking off, multiple orgasms (f!), light pussy play, PIV, cumming inside, no protection, lots of boob play, overstim (f!), GUN INVOLVEMENT (not nsfw), kidnapping?? (kinda), prolly missed more lmao

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"Don't scream," you hear a deep voice whisper in your ear before your mouth is covered. "Unless you want metal in your head."

Your small whimpers muffle in his hand, but you nod. The man with chubby cheeks gives you a sympathetic look and frowns at the one holding a gun to your head. "Do you have to say that? You're gonna make her cry."

"Jisung," a cat-like man says his name sternly. "We don't have time for this, let's go."

Jisung grumbles while they lead you to an alleyway away from the main street. The tall man behind you keeps the gun to your head, guiding you to follow them. There are hardly any lights this deep into an alley, but the moon provides enough to help you spot a parked car.

They're taking you back. The thought of your arranged marriage makes you cry, weeping in the hands of your kidnappers. Tears seep through the man's fingers and you taste the saltiness on your lips. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, but the hand on your mouth prevents you from properly inhaling.

You shake your head back and forth, trying to escape from his grip. "No," you sob. "I don't wanna go back. Don't send me back. Please."

The man with the cat eyes unlocks the car and opens the backseat door. "Damn Hyunjin. What'd you tell her?"

"I didn't say shit!" Hyunjin has to bump you toward the car as you try to escape. "She just started crying. Are you sure we have the right girl?"

It takes Hyunjin and Jisung to put you in the car. To ensure your captivity, each of them sits beside you, thigh to thigh. The other one sits in the front, roaring the car engine to life. "All I was told was that she had white heels. That's it."

You're still crying, hiccuping as Hyunjin keeps the gun pointed steadily at you. Jisung takes a comforting approach, opting to hold your shaky hands and smooth over your skin. "Nothing is gonna happen, okay?" He smiles wearily at you. "Just a few questions. That's all."

No way that's all. If your fiancé sent them, they'll do more than just ask questions. "D-don't lie to me," you say through your tears. "You're gonna send me back to h-him and make me m-marry him and you'll kill me if I don't." You expect them to keep feeding you lies in an attempt to calm you, but Jisung's expression is utterly confused.

"Marry? Marry who?" It's the driver who asks. He hasn't put the car into gear yet as he turns to look at you. His face is more terrifying when he's pissed. "Who are you?"

Shouldn't you be asking them that?

But you tell them. You tell them how you were set up for an arranged marriage with a man whose name you don't even know. You tell them that tonight is the night you ran away from your wedding. You're sure he's sent people to find you, and since Hyunjin had that god-forsaken gun, you thought they were the ones.

"Holy shit," Jisung swears when you finish your story. "Chan is gonna kill us."

You're not sure who Chan is, but you're not eager to find out. "Don't tell him! I promise I won't say anything. I swear. I'll pretend like nothing happened and...and I'll give you anything you want! I have money! I don't care how much you ask for, just don't hurt me." Your bottom lip trembles.

Han shares a look with Hyunjin who looks at the man in the front for directions.

"Listen," the driver speaks softly. "We aren't gonna hurt you. We weren't even thinking of it. We were supposed to question a different girl but someone got it wrong." He shoots a look at Jisung. "But I promise, pretty, nothing's gonna happen to you, okay?"

He sounds sincere, and whether he means it or not, it makes you feel just a little better. You nod and wipe the tears sliding down your face, trying to control your breathing. Hyunjin seems to have long abandoned the gun and Jisung’s hand moved to your knee. Suddenly, it’s not too scary having them pushed against you.

"See?" Jisung gives you a sweet smile. "You're gonna be okay. Minho looks all mean, but he's not too bad."

Minho grunts.

"Okay, maybe he is a little bad, but he's not all bad." Jisung gives a reassuring squeeze.

You nod, trying to smile but the need for air is more important. You're still in your wedding dress with a huge coat over it. With the two men sitting hip-to-hip with you, it's starting to feel hot and uncomfortable. You try fanning yourself with your hand, but it's not enough. Deciding it’s better to remove your coat, you slowly shrug the material off. It slides down your shoulders to reveal the dress you tried so hard to conceal. 

It's beautiful, much to your dismay. A corset wrapped tightly at your waist so your breasts overfill at the top. It's loose on the bottom, with a slit starting at your upper thigh to expose your leg. It makes you look accentuated, yes, but it's a reminder that you were a pawn. You wish you could remove it entirely.

"Oh wow," Jisung can't help his shock. His eyes lock at your chest before traveling up to your neck. "You look...you look...I mean you were getting married, I know, but-"

"You look beautiful," Hyunjin saves Jisung from embarrassment. You discard the coat on the floor of the car before looking at Hyunjin. Maybe it's because he's no longer threatening you, but he looks charming under the car lights. His eyes remind you of how the crescent moon looks high in the sky. Though his lips seem to demand your attention from his smile, you can’t help but be drawn to the shining metal on his eyebrow. 

"I uhh...thanks," you aren't sure which enchanting features to look at. “You look…good too.”

"Thank you," he giggles. "So is this what you were gonna wear for a man you've never even met?" Hyunjin gestures at your dress. Your smile falters and you nod. "What a waste," he places his large hand on your face, thumb stroking your cheek. "Such a pretty thing like you deserves so much more. Don't you think, Ji?"

"So much more," Jisung scoots closer to you. His hand goes to your knee while leaning into your neck. "So pretty." His breath is warm on your skin. His body heat feels like an inviting blanket you want to wrap yourself in. Though you haven’t spoken to Jisung much, he seems to be the ‘nicest’. He was the only one who made an effort to calm you down, even if it didn’t help much at the time. 

You can tell Jisung wants to touch you more. He's practically vibrating with need, but he holds back. The only sign he gives you is the hand on your leg. It never travels up, but his fingers make small circles on your skin. His hesitation only works you up more. Feeling his hand on your knee is only a hint at what you might endure tonight. You're surprised to see how much you want to feel all of them touching you.

Still, you have the mind to remember how scared you were moments ago. “I don't- I don't think-" You're cut off by Hyunjin tracing his thumb on your mouth. He taps your bottom lip, pulling it down to reveal your lower teeth.

"Don't think, angel," he sounds like a dream. "You're safe with us, that's all that matters."

Safe? That you aren't too sure of, but you don't try to stop Hyunjin when he leans in. His hand is steady on your cheek while his lips meet yours. The kiss is soft, a gentle mingling to let you know he wouldn't do anything you're not ready for. You tilt your head up to get more of his taste. A specific flavor of coolness meets your mouth, he must wear chapstick.

Mint, you think.

The kiss deepens and his tongue swipes against your lip. You debate on it, unsure if you're really wanting to fuck the same guys who scared the shit out of you minutes ago. But everything just feels so good. Hyunjin's mouth and Han's inching hand. You're already on the run from your finance, what's the harm in fucking up more?

You part your lips, inviting Hyunjin's tongue. He inhales and grunts at the wetness of yours. They slide together and mix, twisting into an open-mouthed kiss crudely.

Hyunjin properly reattaches his mouth to suck on your bottom lip, pulling the skin in a way that makes you whine. Jisung takes the opportunity to slide his hand up the slit, finding home at your inner thigh. You feel his mouth attach to the exposed part of your neck. His tongue is hot on your skin, licking and sucking until your throat turns a bright shade of pink.

"Are you guys seriously gonna fuck in my car?"

Oh. Right, there's another person here. Hyunjin slowly pulls away from you. The lack of kissing has you chasing his lips, blindly following the sensation.

Han whines in the crook of your neck, sparing a look at Minho who looks both irritated and aroused.

"But Minhooo..." Jisung pouts. "She's so pretty."

"So pretty," Hyunjin parrots.

"And we weren't very nice to her at first. This is us making it up! This is the least we owe her, don't you think?" Jisung must have Minho under some type of spell because his features soften. There's a brief moment of silence that's nearly deafening. The attention shifts from Minho to you, and you can hardly stand the tension.

"I...I want to."

"Oh, you do?" Minho doesn't sound too friendly. "Alright then. Go ahead." He twists his body so it's fully facing you and the other men. You hear Hyunjin groan and Jisung giggle. They waste no time in getting back to their original position, though Jisung seems eager to spread your legs wide this time.

The feeling of two hot mouths lands on both sides of your neck. You gasp, fists gripping their pants.

You lock eyes with Minho to see a smirk on his lips. "You're...you're just gonna watch?"

Minho's smile widens, "Why? Is two not enough for you?"

Hyunjin laughs against your skin while you blush. "That's not what I meant," you whimper when Jisung bites down on your flesh. "I just...I don't want you to-"

"He's a big boy, angel," Hyunjin picks up his head from your neck. "If he wants to watch, he can watch you cum on my dick, okay?" You turn redder, hand coming up to cover your bashful expression.

It's a good thing you've got something covering your mouth because Jisung has managed to infiltrate your underwear amidst the conversation. He massages your cunt through the material in slow circles. You hum and widen your legs while Hyunjin helps to hike the dress up to your waist.

"No, she’s gonna cum on me first!” Jisung pouts. “I wanna be the first one.” To drive his point home, Jisung moves your underwear to the side. He spreads your lips to show the arousal collecting somewhat proudly. “I did this! It’s not fair that Hyunjin calls the shots when I’m the one who got her wet! And I was the only one nice to her!”

Ah, that’s true. Even if Han’s throwing a bit of a tantrum, you can’t help but find it somewhat cute. The points he makes are valid, and if he wasn’t as welcoming as he was in the beginning, you would probably be doing something very different than what you are now. 

Though Han’s directing his whining at the others, you nod. “I…I don’t mind if Jisung goes first.” Your words quiet the car before Jisung looks at you with an endearing smile. “Really?!” He claps when you nod. 

“See!” He looks at Hyunjin. “You don’t get to get everything just ‘cause you’re handsome.”

You giggle as Jisung grabs you by the waist to hover you a few inches off the seat. He slides underneath your ass and wiggles his pants down, using a hand to free his cock. Hyunjin still keeps the dress at your waist so you’re able to see Jisung spring-free when you look down. 

It’s a lot thicker than you thought. It flushes a deep color while the head of his cock is even darker. A few small veins trail along his length, but one along the sides has you already lowering yourself down in anticipation. 

“Whatever. You’re just opening her up for me,” Hyunjin grumbles. 

His words are lost to you and Jisung as he taps his tip on the front of your pussy. Jisung swivels his hips so he’s able to smear his pre-cum over your cunt. You match his movements, grinding back and forth so your clit can catch his flared tip. It’s hard to steady yourself while wearing heels, so you find leverage by hanging onto the headrests of the front seats where Minho sits. 

“Can’t forget about these,” Minho hums to himself as he reaches for your corset. He loosens the top part of your dress before spilling your breasts out, cupping and groping them. He flicks your nipples in an attempt to get them to harden. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinches the buds until you squeal. 

Hyunjin can’t contain himself anymore. He watches as Jisung gets to rub his dick all over your pretty cunt and as Minho plays with your tits. Finding a solution, Hyunjin bunches the material of your dress in one hand behind your back so a newly free hand can finally touch you somewhere. And that somewhere is your cunt. 

“Don’t you want Jisung in your pussy already? Hm?” You feel Hyunjin slide his long fingers to Han’s cock so he can push it up. The tip slightly breaches your entrance, but there’s not enough force for it to go in all the way. Still, you can feel the warmth of it, of all of them. Minho’s soft yet ruthless hands twisting your nipples until they blossom with pink; Han’s hot dick sliding across your pussy; and Hyunjin’s warm fingers guiding the cock where it should go.

You nod, though you aren’t sure if he can tell. 

Hyunjin grabs the base of Han’s cock and angles it to your cunt. “So wet already, it should slide in real good.” He tugs the back of your dress as a sign to lower yourself. Hyunjin is careful to make sure Han’s cock stays perfectly aligned with your hole despite how much he’s moving. Your lower lips spread as the head of his cock breaches your entrance, a whine leaving you. Inch by inch, you take Han’s length inside of you, thighs burning as you slowly make your descent.

Minho’s hands travel from your chest to your shoulders, helping you fully settle on Han’s cock. “Shit, look at that,” he laughs breathlessly. “Pussy opens so good for him.” You whine at Minho’s praise, finding the motivation to finally sink fully into his cock with a moan.

“Gotta fuck you,” Jisung whimpers from behind. His hands find the curve of your hips before he thrusts upwards. You squeal at his intrusion, thighs shaking. “J-Jisung! Can’t- I can’t- Just wait let me-” But he doesn’t wait and a bigger part of you is glad. You can feel his thighs slapping against the bottom of yours, how he’s whining just behind your ear with soft apologies. 

“So, so good. Pussy so good to me, baby. I- fuck- ‘m sorry. I’ll be slower next time, mkay? I promise.” Jisung opts to wrap his arms around your middle torso to properly fuck up into you. Your tits bounce at his harsh thrusts and Minho doesn’t hesitate to get back to work on them. He takes hold of your nipples and pulls, watching your back arch forward. The whimper that leaves your mouth is heavenly, and Hyunjin can’t help but grow restless. 

The taller man moves his hand to rub on your clit, moving the flesh in wide circles. Your jaw drops and you tilt your head to look at Hyunjin, eyes glazed with tears and arousal from the overstimulation. He gives you a dazzling smile, “You should see how you look, angel. Gettin’ all worked up over one dick. It’s so cute.”

Your styled hair must be a mess from the way Jisung keeps pounding into you. Your dress is wrinkled and damn near disheveled at the top because of Minho’s persistent groping. And you’re sure the expensive makeup can only last so long. So to hear Hyunin call you cute seems like it should be impossible, but the look on his face screams authenticity. You mean to thank him, to say anything that could describe how grateful you are for all of them making your night, but the moment you open your mouth, it’s moans and cries that sound instead. 

“Fuck! Her pussy,” Jisung groans. “Gonna make me cum. I can cum in you, right? Can I?” The desperation in his voice makes you want to agree, but it’s Minho who answers him. “You get to fuck her first and cum in her? That hardly sounds fair.” Even though you can see the smirk on Minho’s lips, Jisung cries out as if he’s been wounded. His embrace around you tightens and his thrusts grow sloppy. Despite that, your cunt hugs his cock eagerly, begging for his cum. The walls of your pussy feel stretched and used, but you can feel your womb aching to be filled.

“Want it…” you moan. “All of it. I want all of it.” 

It’s as if you’re Jisung’s savior. He can’t help but laugh, looking at his hyungs with triumph. “Heard that? You heard that, right?” He kisses the exposed part of your neck tenderly. “Thank you, baby, thank you. Imma fill you up nice and full. Gonna be leaking with my cum for weeks.”

“Gross,” you hear Hyunjin grimace. There’s not a chance to glance at him before Jisung bucks up into you with fervor. You gasp, leaning forward towards Minho so Jisung can have full access to your pussy. It’s wet, it’s lewd, and Hyunjin only makes the sounds louder as his fingers flick back and forth against your nub. 

You’re reminded of how tired your legs are in this position, but that thought is distracted by a warm mouth enveloping your breast. You look down to see Minho peering up at you through his lashes, your nipple between his teeth. He gently bites before sucking it back into his mouth, letting his tongue graze the bud repeatedly. He hallows his mouth to make a powerful suction and leans his head back, taking your tit with him.

It’s no shock when you cum, but it is sudden. You’re not sure which action made you finally tip over, but Jisung can feel the gushing of your cunt and the squeezing of your walls on his cock. Hyunjin can feel how much wetter your clit has gotten, how it twitches in his hold. Minho only giggles when your entire body vibrates, tits jiggling in his mouth. 

Han whines, “Is she cumming? I can feel her pussy creaming all over my cock. Shit, feels so good baby. Gonna make me cum.”

“Mhm,” Hyunjin looks at your wrecked state that barely manages to keep you upright. “She’s cumming all right. Don’t think she can take much more, Ji. Hurry up or she’ll pass out on my turn.”

The thought of having Hyunjin fuck you makes you clench on Jisung’s cock. It seems like he appreciates this, moaning before spilling hot cum into your pussy. It floods your cunt in streaks, finding a place deep in your womb. Your knuckles turn white from the grip you have on the headrests, teeth digging into your lower lip just to keep yourself from being too loud. Jisung groans and rests his forehead on your back, giving you tired thrusts to ride out his high. 

“God- fuck! You put a spell on this pussy or something? Squeezing me so tight like it doesn’t wanna let me go.” Jisung struggles to pull himself out of you. He adjusts his hands back to your hips so he can lift you, slowly dragging his cock against your walls. You moan at the feeling of him sliding out. It’s cautious and slow, a good alternative from how roughly he was fucking you. The two of you let out a loud whine when he’s fully out.

“About time,” Hyunjin pushes Jisung out of the way. Jisung frowns, “Hey! That’s not very nice.”

Hyunjin laughs, shaking his head as he adjusts himself to how Jisung was. “Shut up. Just hold her dress up.” With grumbles, the younger man listens and bunches your wedding dress in his fists. Hyunjin slides the tip of the cock on your pussy, sending overstimulating shocks throughout your body. 

“Make it fast,” Minho directs his attention to Hyunjin. “We’ve overstayed.” Hyunjin nods, but not without a few mumbles under his breath before sinking himself inside of you.

You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this. Han’s cock wasn’t the longest, but it hardly lacked the thickness to stretch you out. With Han, it felt like you were being lolled around, but with Hyunjin, you can’t help but still. His cock goes deep, a never-ending feeling of being probed. You throw your head back, uncaring for how loud your moan is. Hyunjin shivers under you, hands shaky as he quickly finds a pace to fuck into you.

Minho has a front-seat view. It’s an understatement to say he’s amazed at how well you’re taking Hyunjin. Your cunt flutters open perfectly for him, clit swollen from being rubbed. Minho watches the inches upon inches being slammed into you before being pulled out. You can’t blame him when you see him sneak a hand to undo his jeans before pulling his cock out. 

“Shit! Can’t believe you got to fuck this pussy first,” Hyunjn moans out to Jisung. “Still so tight.”

Jisung is wiggling in his seat despite already cumming, Like Minho, he’s slowly stroking his soft cock at the sight. “Mhm. Tight little pussy. He’s fucking you real good, huh?” He doesn’t expect you to answer, you’re too busy trying not to scream at the bruising pace Hyunjin’s set. If you thought Jisung was rough, then Hyunjin is brutal.

“T-too much!” You yelp when Hyunjin finds a certain spot in your cunt. He feels your walls clench so violently that Jisung’s cum leaks onto his cock. “N-not there,” you whimper. “Can’t take it.”

“But it feels so good there,” Hyunjin retaliates. For once, his hips slow to purposely drag his cock across that spot. You squirm and hiccup in his hold, squealing at how overwhelmingly blissful it feels. Jisung wipes the corner of your mouth, collecting the drool that’s begun to seep through your lips before popping it in his mouth to suck.

Hyunjin drives his cock deep inside, “You feel that?” He pulls a few inches out and grinds in again. “That’s where I’mma put all my cum. Right in here.” You shiver at his words, nodding mindlessly. He smiles at your pliant state though you can’t see. “Good girl.”

“And you called me gross,” Jisung rolls his eyes, thumb still in his mouth as he watches Hyunjin desperately get himself to cum inside you. His words are hardly noticed though amongst the sound of skin and moans. All you can focus on is how close Hyunjin can bring you in such a short amount of time. He’s focused on fucking you right and you can feel how hot his body is. He brings you back down on his cock with such vigor that your entire body jiggles at the force. Minho’s eyes switch between your cunt swallowing Hyunjin’s cock to your breasts. You wish you could reach over and replace his hand with your own, but Hyunjin has a strong hold on your body for his own use.

His cock twitches in your pussy and he groans. Hyunjin’s hips have started to falter, but you’re hardly upset about it. Your cunt feels beyond abused, leaking with Jisung’s cum every time Hyunjin fucks into you. The familiar feeling of euphoria builds in your stomach and you feel it grow with every powerful thrust. You’re so caught up in the sensation of your approaching orgasm that you almost miss Hyunjin announcing his own high.

“Oh, angel. I’mma cum in you. You want my cum, yeah? Say it. Fuck. Say how much you want it.”

Hyunjin expecting you to talk despite pounding himself into you is comical, but you manage to squeak out small words. “So bad. I need it, Hyunnie. I- I wanna feel it inside me, please.” Your babbling is more than enough for Hyunjin to unload. He shivers and stills his hips flush against your ass, letting his cock pump you full of cum. 

You can feel his tip pressing against your cervix. His cock is rubbing against your gummy spot so perfectly that you cum seconds after him. Hyunjun moans at the feel of your walls clamping down on him. 

When he slips out of you, your thighs fold until you collapse on his lap wetly. Your legs tremble both from exertion and the pleasure coursing through your body. You rest your head on the middle console, wrapping your arms around your torso in an attempt to stop yourself from shaking. Hyunjin soothingly runs his hands up and down your back, cooing at how well you did with Jisung chiming in with compliments.

It takes you a moment to recognize the wet sound of Minho stroking himself. You tiredly pick your head up just in time with his orgasm. Minho’s cum shoots so far that a few strings of cum land on your face. You blink and flinch at the warm substance, automatically using your tongue to swipe off the gooey liquid. 

“Oops,” you can see Minho trying his best not to laugh. “Uhh…let’s take you to Chan’s now.”

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[jeonghantis]

✧ — HEAVEN ANGEL (y.jh)

PAIRING ⇝ yoon jeonghan x reader.

SUMMARY ⇝

beautiful, everyone had called you. the compliment lost its charm on you, knowing fully well it’s paid only for the surface-level appearance you kept up and nothing else you had to offer. irritating, he had called you. you let him fuck you.

TAGS ⇝ uni!au, fratboy!jeonghan, fwb, smut, a dash of angst (oopsy!).

WARNINGS ⇝ language, fem!reader (she/her), houseparty scene (not exactly detailed), gossip, explicit sexual content (MINORS DNI!), bathroom (mirror) sex, unrequited crush (or is it?), reader has commitment issues, reader is kinda mean, mentions of p*ss and sh*t but not in a sexual manner, just for jokes.

WORD COUNT ⇝ 4.1k words.

note: funnily enough, i had two requests specifically for house party sex with yoon jeonghan. i lost the ask for them both (accidentally deleted while my laptop glitched). i am insane. and before anyone asks, yes there'll be a part two/prequel :) and also this is somewhat connected to my upcoming cheol fic. so i hope you stay tuned! proofread by the star of my life @cheolhub. sar fr put up with every version and my constant anxiety over every paragraph. i couldn't have done it without them. i love u so much. @szakias was also helpful in keeping me sane as i wrote this out 🙇 i love u so bad. loosely based on the song heaven angel by the driver era. don't think it'd go with the fic but you know :)

reblogs & comments are very much appreciated.

explicit tags under the cut.

EXPLICIT TAGS ⇝ semi-public setting (bathroom sex while there's a party), unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, mean dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, dumbification, teasing, petnames (angel), degradation (whore, bitch), dacryphilia, marking, briefest thigh-fucking, clit stimulation, cumming inside, squirting, light overstimulation, (a little) aftercare.

A strange rumor went around the campus. A rumor of a person whose beauty was so out of this world that it was terrifying. 

Unreal. Everyone had said. You won’t be able to look her in the eyes! 

But beyond that angelic beauty was a personality so sour, no one dared thought to approach her. Those that tried their luck had it beaten right out of them and they came to hate her to hide their broken hearts.

What a bitch, they had said. Does she think she’s all that?

Yoon Jeonghan, for one, thought they were being overly dramatic. It was a strange and interesting phenomenon how gossip can evolve to add in such theatrics. It was like living in one of those regency novels his sister owned which he had perused over on one particularly boring day. Had these people really had nothing better to do with their lives? Were they trying to live in a novel of their own? Jeonghan never understood them, neither cared for these kinds of things. He’d much rather form his opinions. He had better things to do than to dabble in such frivolity. 

What a stuck-up, one would say. What better things could Jeonghan be doing that puts him above everyone else? 

Oh, fucking the subject of the rumors of course. 

“How irritating,” Jeonghan sighed, abruptly ceasing his thrusts inside you to harshly yank you back by your hair. 

You yelp, a deer in the headlights, when your neck is forcibly craned back, made to look up at his looming figure. You looked pathetic from where you were pinned against the wall, exposed breasts pressed flush against the cool tiles and your mini skirt flipped upwards to reveal the swell of your bare ass flattened against his hip bone.

“I said to keep your voice down,” he tuts. “Do you want the whole house to hear you?” 

“I’m s-sorry,” you stammer out, throat raw and chest heaving. 

“Are you?” He mused with a raised brow, mocking and unbelieving. 

You couldn’t meet his gaze, or at least you tried to. Jeonghan liked to make eye contact, he once told you, for he loved to see your sanity visibly ebb away from your eyes, leaving you a mindless, glassy-eyed whore. You had not reached that stage, not yet, not when some semblance of your being remained clear in your gaze, dilated pupils fearfully wavering back and forth between his simpering face and the bathroom door where a rather large, booming frat party laid beyond.

He cocked his head to the side and tightened his grip on your hair, forcing your eyes back on him. He leaned forward until he’s breathing your air, and all you could do is stare up at him pitifully with quivering lips. “Or…” he starts, his lips twisting cruelly. “Do you want them to hear you? Want them hear how good you’re being fucked right now?”

You remain silent, the lump on your throat bobbing as you swallow hard. But your walls tighten around him and Jeonghan couldn’t help the curve of his lips.

“You’re really weird, you know that?” Jeonghan sighed, releasing his hold on you. A lithe finger curls a lock behind your ear, the gesture jarringly affectionate from his prior cruelty, before his mouth moves to hover over it, his warm breath tickling. “You moan loudly when I tell you to shut up. You shut up when I ask you questions. Have I fucked you stupid already? Or have you always been stupid?”

You let out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Is that all you know what to say?” Jeonghan laughs. “A renowned bitch, known to reject her admirers without so much of a second thought, now reduced into this pathetic bitch in heat. What would everyone else think, hm?”

His derogatory spats clamored down to your bones, making you shake with emotions that you couldn’t quite place with your hazed mind. At one point, with the last bit of pride you had left, you’re irritated, and it’s shown in the twitch of your eye and narrowed gaze. Then there’s embarrassment, shown by how your face warms and flushes. There was no denying how fucking dazed and desperate you had been, that much was true, and the demeaning tone of his voice did its job of filling you with shame. The twisted part of it all is that you enjoyed every minute of this ridicule thanks to pure, carnal desire. You couldn’t care less about what other people would say about you, what matters now is when the fuck would Jeonghan move his dick inside you. 

But Jeonghan being Jeonghan, he wanted his answers. His last question was rhetoric. You knew. He knew. And yet he looks down at you with cruel expectancy masked in the sweetest, angelic smile that has fooled so many, and had once fooled you. 

“I-I don’t care,” you say, deciding to be honest. “Who the fuck cares what they think?”

“Oh, but I’d like to know,” Jeonghan said. He hums for a moment, looking you over in consideration, before speaking again. “But you’re right. They don’t matter right now, do they?” 

You release a breath you hadn’t known you were holding.

And Jeonghan watched, amused. He wasn’t done speaking. “But I’d at least like to know what you think.”

You blinked. “What?”

Before you could question him some more, Jeonghan pulls out of you, leaving your weeping cunt fluttering around nothing. You cry out, high and broken, from having pleasure ripped away with such cruelty. Jeonghan ignores it and his own throbbing problem as he goes to peel you off the wall with a rough tug on your arm. He has you by over the sink, has you staring at yourself through the vanity mirror. Jeonghan casts a smile at you through the reflection, his gaze weighted as he drinks in the sight of you as well.

Jeonghan had to admit, the rumors weren’t all baseless. You were stunningly beautiful, there was no denying that when anyone with functioning eyes could see it. The way you carried yourself tells him you’re well aware of it too. You held confidence with a raised chin, an allure with your own posture and stance even in this vulnerable position you were forced in, looking as disheveled as you are with tufts of your hair sticking out in every direction, framing your flushed face. Your blouse had been carefully unbuttoned despite how desperately urgent you both had been for each other the moment the bathroom door shut closed, but the rush was evident in how your bralette had been roughly tugged down enough for your perked breasts to spill over. Jeonghan had been anything but kind to your skin, having left angry red splotches blossoming all over your chest; you weren’t either on his, knowing if Jeonghan had craned his neck enough from behind you, they’d find similar markings on his throat, though considerably less in quantity.

Jeonghan also looked considerably less damning. He had not made moves to remove any of his upper clothing and so he remained presentable with his black varsity over a loose white shirt. Even his long hair had not looked loosened from where it’s tied up. But below, away from the mirror’s sight, his dark jeans had been unbuttoned and unzipped for his curved dick to spring out freely, for it now to rub over your ass teasingly.

“So?” Jeonghan asks. “What do you think of yourself?”

You glare at him through the mirror. “Fucking awful.”

“Of course you’d see it that way,” he laughs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “For me, I think this is the most beautiful you’ve ever been.”

It’s your turn to look unbelieving, but your pulse rouses. 

Jeonghan grinned. “Ask me why.”

You reluctantly indulge him, “Why?”

“Because you finally look fucking awful,” Jeonghan said cheerfully. You turn to glower at him but stop when he lifts a hand to trace a line over your chest, mapping out the marks adorning you with a nimble finger. “And because I’m the reason for it.”

“A little vain, don’t you think?” You remark, albeit breathily, your face heated.

“I can be proud of my work,” he quipped, pressing his smile against your skin. He looks you over once more, taking in every detail down to the last freckle, and something deep in him thrums sweetly. “And I had a beautiful canvas to begin with.”

“How charming,” you sighed, derisive, as you threw your head back against his shoulder so you could look at him with batting lashes. “Can you fuck me now?”

“But I mean it,” Jeonghan murmured and relented, reaching around you so he could press a roughened finger over your swollen clit.

 “Mean what?” You ask, but you’re barely listening, not when your focus is narrowed to the deft circles he’s making on your sweet nerves.

Jeonghan guides his length between your thighs, letting it glide languidly right under your weeping and throbbing cunt at a lazy pace. His lips are still curled, his eyes bright when he gazes down at you before he’s responding, “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

Sincerity was not something you’re used to when it came to the ever sarcastic Yoon Jeonghan, and yet here it was, bleeding into his tone in its purest form. Never in the entire three months of sleeping with him had he ever complimented the way he had just now, and if he had uttered any, it was quickly followed with ridicule or said with ridicule.

Good, he called you when you were obedient.

Cute, he called you when you were crying.

Beautiful. It was new. From him at least. 

It was a temporary moment of clarity in your lust-addled head as you blink at him, making sense of what he had said, making sense of the warmth that starts to bloom throughout your chest. And temporary it remained as Jeonghan led his cockhead right back to your entrance, pushing himself in without so much of a warning, and the bare grasp you had on lucidity loosened.

You gasp out loudly, doubling over the bathroom counter as your walls tense and quiver painfully from the sudden breach, but still yield around him nonetheless. Jeonghan was quick to catch you, to force you right back up with his long fingers encircling your throat. 

“Again?” Jeonghan barked out a laugh but it’s hoarse. “You really want everyone to hear you.”

“I c-can’t help it,” you whined, your head resting weakly against his shoulder, warm breath puffing over his marred skin. 

Jeonghan looked unimpressed. “Well, help it.”

“Oh, fuck!” you cry out when he starts driving into you with no sense of leniency, your body thrown fully forward and voice shaking from the repeated impact that clatters your bones.

“You’re horrible at this,” he cackled. He grips at your hips this time, pulling you hard against him, balls slapping heavily against your ass. He's practically pulling and pushing your cunt onto his cock as if you weighed nothing, as if you were nothing but a cocksleeve for him to enjoy. Each decadent slide of his length in your heat draws out breathy grunts from him, his head drunk with pleasure.

You weren’t faring any better. Your head is thrown back to reveal flushed skin stained with tears that drip from closed eyes as you try desperately to hold yourself up with palms flat against the cold marble counter. There was nothing else for you to do but feel it, feel his cock stretch your pussy, its silken insides practically making way for him with each piston that has you crying out more in volume and pitch.

“Open your eyes.” His hot, staggered breath wafted over your ear. His thrusts ease its pace, slowing into something more languorous and teasing. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

You whine but your eyelids flutter open. Glassy, unfocused eyes find Jeonghan.

A devious smile splinters across his face. 

There you are.

“Please,” you whimper, your hand reaching to paw at his nape. 

“What is it, angel?” His tone is sweet but it rolls off his tongue sharply. “I n-need - ”

Jeonghan laughed cruelly. “I don’t think you’re in the position to demand something from me when you can’t even listen to my one demand.”

You grab at the ends of his hair and rock your hips back into him, fucking your cunt right on his dick in a faster, but struggling, rhythm. 

“Hannie,” you mewl. “You feel too good. Please, please, just fuck me. I can’t help it, I just - Please? I’ll b-be good. Just please fuck me, Hannie.”

Jeonghan doesn’t respond right away to your pleas, allowing himself to revel in the broken desperation you display with an amused smile and delighted throbs made inside your velvety walls. Perhaps Jeonghan should be used to this sight now. He’s seen you in much messier and miserable states, ruined you far worse than he had now. And yet he’s plenty invigorated than he’s ever been, pure excitement searing his veins.

What would everyone else think, hm?

Jeonghan thought it was rhetoric. Jeonghan said it didn’t matter. 

It wasn’t. It did. 

“I don’t think you can be good,” he began as a hand inches forward between your legs, “But if you’re going to be loud, then at least use my name. That way, everyone will know who’s fucking you so good.”

“H-Hannie!” You mewl, oh so pitchy, as your frame jerks from the brush of the roughened pads of his fingers on your clit, pleasure flickering up your abdomen so wildly that you could not easily bear through it. 

“There we go,” he crooned, pride gleaming in his eyes. Jeonghan was much too familiar with your body by now, so it’s easy when his hips brings back its pace, fucking at your insides at an angle so the length of him glides over your sweet nerves with each impact. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob out like a mantra, spreading your legs a little wider to accommodate his brutality, your channel tightening around his throbbing girth. “Ngh, Jeonghan, right there! Oh my god - !”

The nectar that leaks out of you coated his shaft with an amazingly significant amount that makes the slides so much easier and louder, the wet noises bouncing off the four walls and meshing with your own cries of his name like he wanted. It was almost enough to drown out the muffled music of the party that seemed many worlds away now.

Jeonghan soon enough joined in this sinful chorus, letting out panted moans of his own. Some were incoherent but when it wasn’t, it was mostly your name, just in case everyone couldn’t tell who was screaming his name like a wailing prayer. How he’s managed to keep himself restrained and sane for this long was a strong feat in itself. Your everything put him in a trance, every touch of you—nails, fingers, and obviously your tight cunt, was a little too much, it was dizzying. 

Even at your seemingly waning state, your hips somehow finds itself moving back against him, undulating with the same force and rhythm. You’re driven by the tightness both in your chest and in your abdomen, white flashing across your vision the more you keep up your pace, your moan becoming more muddled as your thoughts were. And when balance fails you, having you bow back down and lean all your weight on your forearm, Jeonghan inclines with you, his chest pressed right against your back and you could feel his raging heartbeat that very well matched your own.

“How are you holding up, angel?” He chuckled and pressed his face against your neck, his breathing hard and warm on your skin, as his thrusts become more shallow. “Doing okay?”

“I-I’m close,” you whimper. “Please, Hannie - ”

“I’ve got you,” he whispered back as nails dig crescents on your waist, muscles flexing as the intensity of his strokes inside you extends once again and remains at the same tempo. He doesn’t know what came over him the next moment, his senses just completely overtaken and all he could do was be at awe at all this perfect bliss you’re bringing him, and only him. “You’re mine tonight,” he breathed. “I’m going to fucking ruin you for everyone, angel, you understand that? You’re mine.”

There it was again. The clarity. The warmth. It all happened in a single moment.

You turn your head and stare up at him. Jeonghan stared right back at you. A completely indecipherable expression confronts another.  

Where it had been temporary then, it intensified now. Where there had been questions, suspicions took its place. 

Then came fear.

Jeonghan catches a glimpse of it in your eyes and for the very first time, his stomach sank at the sight of it. 

But his facade is flawless. It comes too naturally before he’s fully aware—a sweet curl of lip, the faintest crinkle at the corners of his eyes. He’s fooled too many. He could fool you again. 

Jeonghan takes advantage of your moment of daze to toy once again with your clit, and is relieved at how immediate your body reacts. 

“Ngh, J-Jeonghan!” You keen high as you reach a hand to cup over to where his fingers flicks and pinches at the delicate bud, pressing down on him for added pressure to alleviate your own self. Oh, how embarrassingly easy it was for your thoughts to be completely overwritten by your own lustful desires, but as you have learned, it always prevails, doesn’t it? 

Your thighs seize up from the overwhelming pleasure crawling up your spine; while your rhythm falters from it, Jeonghan’s is relentless even when his own breathing turned ragged and his body strained from the effort. It all becomes so much so fast; the feverish heat spreads under your skin, tightening up coils in your abdomen, but your frame is trembling, as if a chill settled so deeply into your bones. 

“Hannie, Hannie, I’m going to -”

“I know,” Jeonghan grunts as his face falls in the juncture of your neck, lips pressed right over your pulse point. He can feel your walls start to restrict around his twitching girth, and it did little to aid his own self-control. “Let go for me, angel. C’mon. Let me hear you. Let them hear you.”

And you do. With the most shrilling wail, you come, your warm release spilling onto his cock and, much to your surprise, squirting onto themselves, their clothes, and his hand. 

“Holy shit,” Jeonghan marveled under his breath. If he could burn a memory into his brain, this would be fucking it. Just you shivering and quivering around his dick. Your back prettily arched back with tits hardened and perked. The fluids spurting all over yourself and him so shamelessly and so intensely until you're convulsing back down on your front from it all. 

Watching this whole brilliance of you, just reminded Jeonghan of how lucky he truly was to have you like this, to be able to make you this fucked out with crossed eyes, pupils blown wide out of proportion. Hidden concerns were washed away by this single glance, replaced with nothing but gratitude, pride, and true bliss. And with all that and a poorly thrown out warning, he’s thrown over the edge. A moan is punched out of his gut as he’s releasing inside you with one last valiant thrust, his cum white and hot as it spurts and paints your walls.

And poor you having to tolerate this continued abuse of your insides that pushes you close into the sphere of overstimulation. You’re spent, fatigue already ebbing into your consciousness, but you stay still for him, letting him use you for all your worth until the last few twitches of cock, until the last few spews of his cum is fucked back into you.

For the next few moments, only a dulled bass fills the air as two heaving bodies try to steady themselves. When the remnants of carnality wane, Jeonghan finally pulls out of you, your channel left with nothing but their shared release dripping out of you, beading down your legs. There’s a crack of a smile thrown your way through the reflection just as you feel a light tap made over your cunt. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the gesture. And to rock back into it.

“If I clean you up,” Jeonghan began, eyeing the puddle on the floor, “could you help me with the rest of your mess?”

Now you did roll your eyes. “Ever the gentleman.”

“Hey, I just thought I should ask. It’s a lot.” 

Your face warmed up. “Forget it, I’ll clean myself up. You clean the floor.” You move to lift yourself up from the counter, but catch yourself as your muscles start to strain, limbs shaking. 

Jeonghan raised a brow.

You winced. “Can you help me over to the toilet?”

 “Need to piss it all out again?” He jests and takes a hold of your arm to gently pick you up. 

You sneered. “That wasn’t piss, asshat.”

Jeonghan laughed. “I know it wasn’t. But it was hot as hell.”

“Shut the hell up.”

That only made him laugh again.

Then came a knock, a very aggressive one.

“Yoon Jeonghan, are you done fucking in there?” Said a male voice beyond the door, sounding just as irritated as his knock was. 

“Ah, damn,” Jeonghan muttered quietly to himself, then raised his voice at the door, “There are other bathrooms, Cheol!”

Choi Seungcheol, you now recognized Jeonghan’s fellow frat brother, responded right away. “All occupied! Can you hurry your shit up?”

“No!” said Jeonghan, but he’s quick to guide you over next to the toilet with an arm now encircling your waist; you tell yourself this was just a helpful gesture, but there’s no helping how your skin heats up under his touch. From where you stand leaning against the wall, you watch him rush around the bathroom, first cleaning himself up and shoving his dick back in his jeans before he throws a clean towel down on the floor to soak up your mess.

“I’ll leave first,” Jeonghan explained as he sauntered back to you with soap and another fresh towel in hand, setting them down where it’s within your reach. “I’ll appease Cheol first and buy you some time to clean up.”

“Is he always so impatient?” You asked.

“Always,” he sighed, “but once I explain, he’ll understand. I don’t know why he’s fussier than usual though.” 

“Maybe he needs to shit.”

“Shitting at a party? That’s disgusting of him.”

“He has no respect for the partygoers out there.”

You exchange grins with each other. 

Then another round of knocking came around.

“In a minute!” Jeonghan called back, trying to sound calm but his face was scowling. He lowers his voice when he speaks to you again, “Are you sure you don’t want any help? Now I just want to make him wait.”

“Go,” you tell him and wave him off. “He sounds like he’s about to kick the door open. I’d rather not have that.”

Jeonghan huffed a laugh at that. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Jeonghan turned to leave. Your heart lurched from your chest.

“Jeonghan?” You call out before you could stop yourself.

He looked back. “Hm?”

“Do we…” You didn’t know what to say, how to phrase it. “Should we talk about it?”

It was miniscule, but you caught his wince. “Talk about what?”

“About what you said?”

“Angel, I said a lot of things.”

“Don’t play stupid with me. You said - ”

Another loud knock, quickly followed by Seungcheol yelling. “Jeonghan! Hurry up!”

Jeonghan let out another sigh, a mix of annoyance with a tinge of relief. “We’ll have to talk about it another time.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Jeonghan - ”

“We will talk about it,” he said firmly, his tone spoke of sincerity, but his face said otherwise. “Just not now. Not yet.” 

You gave him a skeptical look. 

He tried for a smile, perfectly saccharine. You saw right through it.

“Fine,” you relented.

Jeonghan gave you a grateful nod of his head and made a move to leave again. You watch again with the strangest restriction in your chest.

“Cheol, you have got to learn patience,” Jeonghan said once he cracked the door open.

“And you have got to learn to be quiet,” the disembodied voice of Seungcheol parried back. “I’m sure the people passing the hallway could hear you both.”

“Well, we were trying to get the whole house to hear us.” Jeonghan spared a quick glance your way and grinned. You wanted to punch his teeth in.

Seungcheol groaned. “Of course you fucking were.”

Jeonghan laughed and finally stepped out of the bathroom. “At least I’m getting my dick wet. You haven’t been with anyone since - Oh, I spoke too soon. Cheol, you sneaky son of a - ”

The door shut closed behind him, leaving you all alone, and you buried your face in your hands.

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[babygirlmurdock]

Confessions

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Foggy drops a very drunk Matt on your doorstep one night, which leads to confessions.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption

a/n: Got this idea from the writing prompt: “You're drunk." "Yes. And hopelessly in love with you." - from @creativepromptsforwriting and I love a little “i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” (iykyk). Also I was listening to You Are In Love by Taylor Swift writing this, although it doesn’t have direct correlation, I just love that song LOL. Please enjoy<3

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You were sound asleep until you heard a loud ringtone erupt from your bedside table. There’s only one person whose calls surpass your do not disturb.

Matt.

You saw his contact photo and answered groggily, “hello?”

“Hey,” this was not Matt’s voice. “Matt’s, uh, really drunk right now. Someone had the great idea to do shots tonight…” Foggy was trying his best to sound normal over the phone, but he was clearly not sober.

You sat up, scrubbed your hand over your face and glanced over to your clock. 2:17 am. “Foggy, it’s 2 in the morning, I have work tomorrow, you can’t get Matt back to his apartment?” You complained to him. Matt was your closest friend. Grew up going to the same church in Hell’s Kitchen. He was kind of the loner kid, so one day you befriended him and you’ve been close ever since.

“He keeps saying he wants to see you! He kept babbling your name, so we’re about a block away from your apartment now. See you in a few!” Foggy cheerfully said not really giving you a choice.

“Foggy wai—aaand he hung up. Great,” you said to yourself before putting your phone back on your bedside table. You put on the closest sweatpants you found on your floor and one of your sweatshirts. After you found your slippers, you putzed downstairs to retrieve your inebriated friend. When you got outside, you heard the boys laughing from half way down the block. You sat on your stairs leading to your apartment while you waited for your two bumbling idiots.

Matt slurred your name as he approached and almost ate shit half jogging to you. “Jesus christ, Matt be careful it’s dark out here,” you scolded him.

“It’s all dark to me,” Matt laughed at you.

“Alright I walked into that, dick. Hey, thanks for bringing him at least… here. I’ll hydrate him and make sure he’s okay for work tomorrow,” you gave a ‘you owe me’ look over to Foggy as he said goodbye to you. You and Matt made your way up to your apartment.

You closed the door behind you after Matt stumbled in, took his glasses off and put them in his jacket pocket then put his cane on the wall. “Thank you for taking me in tonight, you’re a really good person,” Matt said, pulling you in for a hug.

“God, Murdock, you wreak of tequila,” you pulled away from his strong hug. “I’m gonna bitch Foggy out tomorrow for getting you this drunk on a work night. Why don’t you try to take a shower, I still have an old boyfriend’s sweats in my drawer. They should fit you,” you heard Matt huff as you went to your bedroom to grab the sweats and one of his shirts you stole from him and never gave back.

You knocked on the bathroom door and shouted that you left the shirt and sweats outside the door when he’s done. You went to the kitchen to grab aspirin and make him a Liquid IV mocktail. You really didn’t care if he was going hate the taste of it, it’s nearly 2:30 AM and you want him to go to sleep on your couch quickly. You heard the shower shut off and the door open and close again assuming Matt grabbed the clothing you provided him.

“Your body wash smells girly,” Matt commented as he made his way over to the couch to sit next to you.

“It’s almost like I am a girl… here drink this, take these. You know how I get with people puking and I don’t need any of that tomorrow morning and I know how pissy you get when you have a headache,” you handed Matt the glass and put the pills in his hand.

Matt put the pills in his mouth and swallowed them with the electrolyte mixture you gave him only to have him twist his face in disgust. “What is this? This isn’t water!” Matt protested holding the glass out to you signaling he didn’t want anymore.

“It’s liquid IV, it’s electrolytes. Supposed to hydrate you faster, a coworker suggested them for me when I had the stomach bug. Drink it,” You sternly said. You swore taking care of drunk Matt was like taking care of a stubborn toddler that didn’t want to eat their vegetables. He rolled his eyes and took another gulp out of the glass.

“You know, you should come out with the firm. Instead of being a stick in the mud,” Matt suggested, leaning into you. You huffed out in annoyance.

“Sorry I like my 8 hours of sleep and I’m not my own boss, sue me!” You threw your hands up in protest, “which my sleep is being rudely interrupted by the way.”

Matt leaned in a little closer to you, “your voice goes higher when you get mad at me.” You felt his body get close to you in a way that didn’t feel platonic. “And you breathe faster.”

“Most people breathe faster when they’re inconvenienced, Matt,” you tried to steady your breathing, trying not to sound flustered.

You and Matt knew each other on such a deep level that no one else got you like him and vise versa. Matt trusted you with his secrets and you trust him with yours. You were his first friend in the church. Learning about his dad’s death, being the first one to know he got into his top law school and staying up with him to help him study for the Bar Exam. You’ve been through everything together.

You’d be moronic to think that Matt wasn’t attractive. This man pulls any woman that he wants and you have to be the one to hear about the women he brings home. Whether that be positive or negative. You never thought about your friendship with him other than strictly platonic. Other than that one time you were dared to kiss him when you were 9 on the playground but you both always said that never counted as a real kiss because it was just a peck anyway. But to you, it was your first kiss. You loved telling the other girls at school that you kissed sweet Matt Murdock under the slide at recess.

Seeing Matt date these other girls but never give you the chance seemed like you two were just platonic. Nothing more. Plus you’re not his type, you’ve seen the women he has dated. Supermodel type. Not you. So you buried that feeling deep, deep down and hoped one day it would never be dug up again.

“You know I can hear your heart,” Matt said your name in a husky tone. “And it’s beating awfully loud…” Matt’s face was dangerously close to yours. Mere inches away from one another.

“You know— you know I don’t like when you listen to my heartbeat without my consent, Matthew.”

“And I like it when you call me Matthew. I like the sound of your voice. Have I ever told you that?” Matt’s eyebrows rose up as he drunkingly smirked at you.

“Matt, you’re drunk. I’m going to bed,” you stood up from the couch to make your way to your room.

“I’m in love with you.”

Those words made you stop dead in your tracks. “You—huh?” You whipped around looking at him in disbelief.

“I am. In love with you,” Matt looked up upon you. “Have been for the past few years now. I just never knew how to tell you. And—and I went out with Foggy tonight and ended up drinking way more than I remember. He was the first one to know. He finally pushed me tonight to say something to you. That’s why I’m here. I didn’t want to tell you. I never wanted to ruin our friendship. You’re so special to me, I—I didn’t want to fuck this up.” Matt’s voice slowly started to gain sobriety the more he spoke.

“Matty– I…” you trailed off. Matt Murdock is in love with you. You never thought you’d hear the words you buried come from his mouth.

Before you could finish, Matt cut you off, “I understand if you don’t feel the same. But you have to tell me now so I can get over it. Get over you.”

“No I.. I just—I need to process this information. When did you start feeling this way?” You sat down in the arm chair across from your couch.

“Maybe a few years ago. I always thought you were one of the best people I know. But those platonic thoughts… eventually turned… romantic. Specifically when you came to me with nowhere to go when your ex boyfriend kicked you out after he found out that you were still friends with me and Foggy. God, I hated hearing about him. You deserved better. I learned that night, holding you, while you cried, that I loved you more than a friend. But then came more flings, then I realized you probably didn’t feel the same way. So those feelings were shoved down. Until now,” Matt’s head hung low, looking like he regretted everything that was spewed out of his mouth. Word vomit is better than actual vomit. Although, you felt like you were actually going to vomit.

You stared at him, your heart felt like it was going to come up out of your throat. You knew you felt the same way. But god forbid you dated, and broke up, you didn’t want to lose him. You cherished him so much. The dead air hung there waiting to be brought back to life.

“Please say something,” Matt begged you.

“Matt, I’ve felt this way about you for years. But being me, I never wanted to say anything because I feared losing you,” your voice cracked as your continued, “I feared dating you and potentially breaking up and never having you in my life again.”

You knew Matt could hear your heartbeat out your chest. Your mind was going a million miles a minute processing this. The wave of relief hit Matt like a tsunami. He looked up with his eyes glossy with tears. You got up, made your way to the couch and sat down next to him.

“I don’t want to jump into a relationship with you right away though. I want to be really cautious. I want to kiss you in the worst way but—“

“So do it,” Matt interrupted you.

“If you’d let me finish—“

“I will be doing plenty of that,” Matt smirked at you.

“Shut up and listen to me! I want to kiss you, but I want to take this really slow, Matty. My last long term relationship, as you know, tore me apart. And I’m still healing from that. Doesn’t mean I’m not over him, because I am. But I’m so scared of being kicked out of the blue,” you said looking into his eyes. Your heart was steady and loud. Which meant you were being really serious. You didn’t want to dive in head first and say to the world you were boyfriend & girlfriend.

“Okay. We can do that. Whatever it takes to do this right, sweetie. That being said, can I take you on a date? There’s a wine bar that just opened we can go to. I know how much you love your wine,” Matt teased you about your love for wine.

“Yes you can take me on a date, Matty. I’d love to. Saturday?” You smiled at him. Your first date with Matt Murdock. You’ve only dreamed about him taking you out on a date. “I feel like a teenager right now. My first date with you!” You said all giddy.

Matt laughed at you, “Saturday. It’s a date. it’s cute when you get all flustered. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that over the last few years.”

“What the fuck? I thought I was hiding that so well!” You exclaimed.

“You have to remember,” Matt leaned, inches away from your face, “I can hear everything.”

“Fuck, you’re making it so hard not to kiss you. Not until after the first date though,” you tapped his nose with your finger teasingly.

“Already breaking my heart,” Matt pouted and put his hand over his heart dramatically. You laughed at him. Everything started to look like it was in technicolor. It started making sense. All those years ago, Matt touching your arm lingering his fingers. Him always complimenting you in such poetic ways. None of it was accidental. He wanted you in the same ways all along. You were too oblivious to notice his actions. You couldn’t wait until Saturday to have your first date with Matthew Murdock.

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tags: @yarrystyleeza

I feel like this fic can potentially have a set up for a part to for our reader and Matt on their first date? 👀

All credit to the original gif owner!

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil fic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fluff

[chateautae]

to turn a bad thing good | jjk. I (teaser)

➵ summary: jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night—and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had. 

↳ part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing: ceo!jungkook x law student!reader

➵ genre: series, arranged marriage!au, fwb!au (?), haters to lovers!au, smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 590 (full first chapter, 13k)

➵ warnings (teaser): swearing, angst, mentions of sexual content 

➵ release date: jan. 20th, 2023.

« TEASER »

“Wow, you’re like a fucking angry kitten. Unaware of her size in the world and yet still slashing her claws.” 

 “Shut the fuck up. I am not a kitten.” 

 He breathes a tight laugh as he eyes your height, clearly finding you ridiculous. So what if you’re shorter than him? You are not a docile kitten, you’re a lioness ready to pounce on anyone who fucks with you.

 Jungkook’s cadence is leveled, his voice condescendingly honeyed over as he folds his arms. “We have to get married, little kitten. We just have to, we have no choice.” 

 “Well, I don’t want to marry you.” 

 “And I don’t want to fucking marry you either!” Jungkook suddenly explodes, his eyes wild as emotion overtakes him. “But for fuck’s sake, I have to take over my father’s company! I have to marry someone and prove something to him! I have it the fucking worst, the worst, and yet I’m still trying. I’m still compromising.” 

 “You have it the worst?” Your voice cracks, tears brimming your eyes. “I was fucking ambushed by my mother, the woman I trust most in this fucking world! She betrayed me in front of your family, you can’t possibly have it worse than I do!” 

 “Please,” Jungkook laughs, his tone cutthroat. “You did a Google search on me? Well I did one on you, too. You’re the daughter of a wealthy lawyer couple with a famous law firm. You were fed everything on a silver spoon, too. How hard could you have it?” 

 Rage boils inside you, having half the mind to not march over and slap him across the face. He knows nothing about you, absolutely nothing. Indignation becomes your friend, gritting at him. “Says fucking you.” 

 Jungkook appears exhausted now, shaking his head. He sighs again, hands perching onto his hips as he peers up at the inky black sky. “Look, I don’t care if you don’t want to marry me. You’re the only way I’ll get my parents off my fucking back, so be a doll and just do what you’re told, yeah?” 

 Now’s the time you truly can’t stand the man, approaching him with angry steps to invade his personal space. “Don’t you dare call me a doll, and what? You’re just gonna use me like you did the other night? Leave me once your needs are satisfied?” 

 Jungkook becomes formidable then, shoving himself in your face with mere inches between your heated, angry bodies. You hate that you focus on his height in comparison to yours, large enough that he could easily manhandle you. He towers you, sexily so, and you use every ounce of your strength to fight back your arousal. 

 “If I recall correctly, you’re the one that had four orgasms that night, kitten, so whose needs were really satisfied?” 

 The rumble of his foreboding voice shoots electricity through you, shoving down the urge to remember those four wonderful orgasms he made explode in your body. His words still implant disgust within you, ready to shove the man overboard for sure.

 Jungkook seems to notice the way you swallow, his lips curving smugly, eyes dancing with amusement. “And here I thought you forgot about that night.” 

 You grind your teeth, hating his stupidly gorgeous face and sexy smirk. “Still doesn’t give you the right to use marrying me for your own benefit, you bastard. I want nothing to do with you.” 

 “Like fucking wise, wifey.”

 “Don’t you dare call me that.”

 “Then don’t you dare call me a bastard.” 

You’re at your limit, hanging on by a fucking thread as Jungkook refuses to drop your gaze. He stares dauntingly, challenging you with his unmoving look. He’s still in your space, the gap between you two small enough to be closed by a single step. Your body reacts stupidly, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. 

And something about being burned intrigues you beyond explanation. 

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#jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #fic: to turn a bad thing good #jungkook series

[alicedash2]

Teen Shanks x Teen Y/N Whitebeard daughter!

Warning: none

Roger and Whitebeard meet in an inconvenient way on an island, and obviously Roger will not stop fighting Whitebeard, but Whitebeard said that someone had to take care of YN, as she was young and only 13 years old, she she had just joined Whitebeard's crew and had a lot to adapt to, nobody wanted her to get hurt, right?

- some of you keep lookout in YN! She ended up getting off the ship, I saw her running around- Whitebeard spoke

- oh, do you have a daughter, Whitebeard? How beautiful! - Roger teased

- yes, it's my precious daughter, who I'll kill anyone to protect, she's getting used to her new life!- Whitebeard said laughing, YN was saved from a massacre on the island she was on, the shock was so big in YN that caused several problems in YN

-don't worry, I guarantee you she'll be fine!- Roger said, getting ready to fight

- I know one thing, I know her strength, however small it may be, she is very skilled- Whitebeard was getting ready, while they fought among themselves, certain teenagers meet

- She's Whitebeard's daughter, Shanks!- Buggy tried to keep Shanks from wanting to approach YN, who was sitting under a tree,Shanks was mesmerized by YN's beauty, he was in love, she looked so sweet and sweet, her delicate shape and charm made Shanks' face turn red

- I know! But she doesn't look strong, it's okay to talk to her, and look at her! She's unarmed, what a danger...- Shanks said as he looked at the small girl playing with the grass, Shanks gets rid of Buggy's grip and goes to YN

- the problem is not her, but Whitebeard, leave her there and let's go!- Buggy pointed to the other side of the forest

-And who's going to take care of her?- Shanks asked with a worried face

-Shanks! Put it on your head! SHE-IS-DAUGHTER-OF-WHITE-BEARD! WE-ARE-ROGER'S-CREW!- Buggy yelled at Shanks while poking Shanks' forehead with every word being said

- if Whitebeard finds out we've talked to her, he'll kill us! And besides, she's a girl, it's going to be even worse!-Buggy said with a look of fear, Shanks, changes his expression, he puts his index finger close to his mouth, signaling that he was thinking

-You're right...- Shanks said

- Now you understand? Let's get out of here before anyone sees us- Buggy said anxiously

-but...- Shanks starts to speak

- NO BUT! SHH! LET'S GO! I am going! I don't want to mess with Whitebeard and his daughter!- Buggy left stomping, Shanks, takes advantage and approaches YN, who was still there

Shanks sneaks up next to YN, who just looks at Shanks but ignores him.

-Why aren't you with your crew?- Shanks asked

- and you? Why aren't you with your crew?- YN asked without taking her eyes off the ground

- I saw you around here, I thought it would be dangerous to leave you alone - Shanks smiled shyly

- Are you worrying about the enemy? Why?- YN asked looking at Shanks, who was leaning against the tree

- hmm, I don't see you as an enemy, maybe that's why- Shanks said calmly, Buggy didn't leave, he just walked away and watched the two

- I'm Shanks, I don't know if you've seen it, but my friend is Buggy, he was just with me - Shanks said with a huge smile

- I'm YN LN- YN said, only changing to a soft expression

-hey, YN, do you want my friend?- Shanks asked

-hows Shanks is dumb! Obviously she won't accept being friends with anyone from an enemy crew!- Buggy whispered

- yes!- YN said happily

- It's worse than Shanks!- Buggy cried

- what's going on?...- a voice is heard behind Buggy

- just two idiots being idiots! - Buggy said

- YN will have a lot to explain!- the voice said again, Buggy is paralyzed, trying to figure out whose voice it is, he looks slowly and then lets out a scream

-WHITEBEARD!!- Buggy starts running towards Shanks, who also starts running, but Whitebeard jumps and lands in front of them, preventing them from running and releasing a gust of air, causing the 3 to fall backwards

-YN! How dare you make friends with the redhead?!- Whitebeard asked extremely angrily

-like this? He doesn't present any danger!- YN said putting himself in front of Shanks

- he might be tricking you! - Whitebeard said

- Well, I don't think so!- YN said with an angry look.

-YN, go back to the ship!- Whitebeard said

-What?- YN asked

- get back on the ship, now! We'll have a long talk later! But first, I'm going to have a talk with these two!- Whitebeard said

- I knew this was going to happen, Shanks, this is your fault!- Buggy said pointing to the redhead

-Wait a minute!- Roger approached

- I don't see any problem with Shanks and Buggy being friends with your daughter, they're just teenagers- Roger said with a huge smile

- for that very reason! The chance of my daughter starting to like this redhead and wanting to keep it is huge! - Whitebeard spoke

- but they met today, I don't think that could happen, at least not now!- Roger laughed

- I already know how to defeat you now, Whitebeard! - Roger makes an evil face

-Shanks, I allow you to be friends with Whitebeard's daughter!- Roger said, Shanks' face lights up, he takes YN's hand and Buggy's arm and runs away with a smile on his face

- Let's get out of here! They're going to start fighting- Shanks said

- I don't even want to imagine the lecture I'm going to take!- YN said with tears in her eyes, thinking about what will happen

- It's okay, then I'll talk to Whitebeard - Shanks said, he goes to the coast, there, they are watching the landscape while listening to the sounds of fighting, Buggy, still afraid that something could happen, but Shanks, was so distracted and enthralled by YN, that in the blink of an eye, they'd be 17 and 18

-YN! Don't get off the ship!- Whitebeard said, but YN jumps off the ship and falls into Shanks' arms, who kisses her sweetly

- I STILL HAVE NOT ACCEPT THIS RELATIONSHIP!- Whitebeard said, but deep down, happy that YN had found his happiness, however hateful it is for Whitebeard

#shanks one piece #one piece #one piece x reader #whitebeard pirates x reader #akagami no shanks #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #gol d. roger #red hair shanks #red haired shanks

[taurussbabe]

Heyyy!! so I do not know if you are accepting requests but if you are can make Charles x reader wave she is a newly formed doctor of formula one and he does not trust her much until Charles gets hurt and needs care which forces the two to approach

It's not about liking

a/n: thank you so much for this request anon! absolutely loved writing this, hope you like it! word count: 1k pairing: Charles Leclerc x doctor!reader Tw: car crash; mentions of ferrari and their dnf's

“Hey Y/n!” Pierre said as he walked towards you, leaning in to give you a hug “How are you?”

“Hey, I’m good” you answered and greeted the French man, heading to your office. Meanwhile Pierre was talking to his friend “You still don’t like her?” he asked Charles.

“It’s not about liking, I just think that’s weird they hired someone so young and unexperienced.”

“You should give her a chance, she’s really nice” Pierre yelled before entering the Alpine garage.

.

You were watching the race on your office when you saw a car lose control, roll over and hit the barriers. It was never a good feeling whenever someone had an accident. You couldn’t see whose car it was, only that it was one of the Ferraris.

Soon enough, you got a call saying it was charles’ car, the call was also letting you know that he as coming for a checkup. You knew charles didn’t trust you enough and that obviously affected you, but you also knew that this was your chance to prove yourself to him.

Someone came in with charles and helped him sit on the bed.

“Ok, I’m gonna need you to take your helmet off, please, do you want me to help?” you asked softly but he didn’t answer you, just took off his helmet and balaclava.

You just thanked him and asked if he knew where he was, and what had happened and a series of other questions, ruling out concussion.

“Ok, look, I think you have some fractur here, so we have to go to the hospital.”

“We?” his voice came out rougher than usual, probably because of the scream he let out on radio and because he hasn’t even said a word since he came in the office.

“Yes, we, I’m your doctor if you get hurt on service, so let’s go.”

.

You were in the waiting room, you had talked to the doctors, and they were now doing some tests on Charles. Soon, a doctor came in announcing he was being put on a cast.

“Hey.” He said as he entered the room.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Better” he answered as you head towards the street, immediately feeling the cold breeze hit your face. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Oh, no problem, I was just doing my job.”

“Yeah, but your job is to be my doctor, not to be nice to me when I was a total jerk to you earlier.” A small smile crept onto his face as he said it and you realized he was truly sorry.”

“It’s fine, you were upset, I understand.”

“Well, you don’t have too, so, I’m sorry, I really am.” You smiled at him and nodded softly.

You were talking outside before saying to charles “Hey, look I actually live nearby, we can walk there and I can drive us both to track, if you want to, of course.” You offered.

“Yeah, that would be great, if you don’t mind, of course.”

He let you lead the way, considering he didn’t know the way to your place. “Hey, thanks, by the way, the other doctor may have mentioned that the fracture could have gone unnoticed easily, but you saw it, so thanks.” He knew those words meant a lot to you and made you extremely proud, yet you still remained professional.

“Again, just doing my job.” You said and shivered from the cold.

“Wear my jacket.”

“What? No, of course not, it’s yours.” He forced the jackets onto your shoulders and smiled.

“Keep it.” He smiled.

The rest of the walk to your place went easy-going, and the conversation kept flowing easily.

After you reached your car, you started driving you both to track, making a joke how ‘it wasn’t a Ferrari, but you hoped it would be good enough for him’ just to tease him. Once you reached the track, charles got out of the car and asked if you wanted any company, but you sent him home to rest, because he definitely needed it. And without even realizing it, that night he went home with a smile on his face, despite the horrible crash he had been on. Maybe Pierre was right, maybe he should have given you a chance earlier, maybe you were nice, just like he said.

.

After a week, you were now in Spain, travelling with the drivers, when Charles approach you.

“Hello” he said in a singing way as he got closer.

“Hi, ready to watch the race instead of being in it?” you ask him, knowing he would be pissed, but instead, he just smiled and nodded. “You only have to miss two races, it’s not that bad.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Hey, I was meaning to ask you, do you want to watch the race from the garage, so you don’t have to be alone watching it?”

“Oh, that’s very sweet of you to offer, but I have to be in the office in case someone needs me.” You could see his expression changing until his face suddenly lit up again.

“I can watch it there with you, I’m not needed in the garage anyway, if you don’t mind of course.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.” You smiled at him and he smiled back at you, his dimples appearing as he did so.

.

That weekend and the next one, charles joined you in your office, as you both watched the race together, earing some looks and jokes from, mostly, Pierre and Lando.

.

“You like her, mate, just ask her out already.” Said max as he and Lando tried, unsuccessfully, to convince Charles to ask you out.

“I don’t think she likes me, I was very rude to her before.”

“Mate, I’ve seen the way she looks at you, she likes you.” Lando said, which made him blush and look down.

.

“Charles” you called him out.

He turned around at the mention of his name and smiled when noticed it was you who was calling him.

“Hey, how are you?” you asked the Monegasque in front of you.

“I’m good, so much better, thanks to my amazing doctor.” You laughed before continuing with the conversation.

“Listen, I don’t know if I’m crossing any boundaries or anything, but would you like to maybe go out sometime?”

“Yes” he said very quickly, and then realized how desperate it sounded so he just said again, this time more calm “I would love to.”

Turns out, Pierre was 100% right about you, you were indeed amazing.

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[oneshotnewbie]

how are you??

i was looking at your list and saw that you write for the walking dead and was wondering if you’d be willing to do a request on it for me? thank you!!

so it’s basically maggie greene (rhee) x teen!reader where reader is like a daughter or a younger sister to her. it’s nothing special or major, but maybe just a cute little story where reader gets sick or hurt and maggie takes care of her and is all motherly/big sister-like with reader?

also reader’s carl’s age, so i think about fourteen then? again, you can change the age if you need to, i don’t mind!

- 🍄 anon

Authors note: Hey, sweet mushroom. I am doing okay so far, I hope you are doing great! At the same time, I hope you like this little story ♥

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The world was a shadowy landscape of ruined buildings, deserted streets and the faint echoes of past civilization. The earth, once vibrant with life, now lay in the grip of a post-apocalyptic silence.

In the middle of this desolate scenario, between rusty walls, lived Maggie with her small "family" - a group of survivors who had come together to survive in this unnatural world. Among them you, whose real name had long been lost in the turmoil of time.

It was the icy wind of a wintry morning that intensified the already bitter cold of the Forsaken Land as an ominous cough snaked its way through the silence of the house. Maggie sensed the icy breath of sickness beginning to spread through the ranks of the community. You, who had previously been a steadfast and indestructible pillar of the group, were among those affected and woke up with a feverish chill.

The symptoms appeared quickly: fever, chills and an exhausted look that bore the marks of suffering. But Maggie, a woman with an aura of determination and keen eye for your needs, recognized the gravity of your situation. Your body heavy, limbs aching, and eyes bloodshot from the fever that burned within you like a raging fire. "Hey, how are you feeling today kiddo?"

"Mags, I feel like I've been torn apart by a pack of wild dogs," you whispered, every movement making your body tremble as the older one approached your bed. Your voice, a faint breath in the gloomy silence, betrayed the exhaustion and weakness that the illness brought with it.

She sat down in an empty spot on your bed and gently placed a hand on your forehead. "You're literally burning. I have to see what I can find to help you. Otherwise the fever will kill you," she spoke with a look that told stories of loss and will to survive as her inner turmoil filled the air. "You want to leave me?"

"Just to get you and the others medicine,“ The group had hardly any remedies left to fight the disease. Medicines were in short supply, and the improvised teas offered no protection against the creeping germs. The post-apocalyptic world was not forgiving, and illnesses often became inescapable judgments. But the woman in front of you refused to just abandon you to your fate. Her connection to you was deeper than anyone else's. You had become like a little sister to her, someone she wanted and even needed to protect and support. "Carol will stay with you for the time I'm gone and take care of you. I'll get back to you as soon as possible. I promise."

With one last goodbye kiss, she left you in bed and set off with Daryl to do everything they could to bring you relief while, without her, time blurred into an endless succession of feverish hours and cough-ragged days.

The sun had long since hidden behind the toxic clouds in the sky when the search for medicine became a fight for survival in the shattered ruins of the buildings. The footsteps on broken glass and the constant gusts of wind blowing through the dilapidated shutters seemed to underscore the urgency of the mission.

She searched for medication in numerous abandoned pharmacies and barricaded doctor's offices. Her hands, battered by the cold and the endless digging through rubble, searched for the glimmer of hope amid the devastation until she finally came across locked cupboards, the only contents of which were a few bottles, expired medication and a few blankets. Maggie wasn't discouraged and took everything she could find. With a tenacity driven by her love for you, she returned to make use of what little she had found.

"Here, take this, sweetheart," she said, handing you a handful of expired medication. "It's not much, but it should at least bring down the fever a little." You smiled weakly and accepted the pills gratefully, barely getting into a sitting position. "Thanks. I don't know how I would do this without you."

She waved it off as if it were obvious. "In these times, we need to stick together. No one should wander alone in the dark. Especially not you," she helped you take the pills and then spread an extra blanket over you. "You're like my little sister, y/n. If something happened to you- I would never be happy again."

Over the next few days, your bedroom became a kind of makeshift hospital room and she began to care for you with a mix of old survival instincts and an unwavering caring nature. Blankets and hot water bottles became weapons in her fight against the invisible threat that took over your body.

The wind howled around the corners and an icy storm raged outside as the brunette spent the next few days cooking soups that she laced with fever-reducing drugs. She woke up by your side nightly, placing wet towels on your hot forehead and whispering soothing words into the darkness while you slept. The nights were long and quiet, interrupted only by the patients' wheezing and the crackling of their movements.

The group watched as the woman, who otherwise seemed so stoic and aloof, cared for you tenderly and self-sacrificingly. The others, who otherwise only knew the harsh reality of everyday life, witnessed a love between strangers that became family and that was more precious than any resource in these times.

Time crawled by and the disease tried to tighten its ugly claws. But Maggie's care and love proved to be powerful weapons. You fought against the disease, strengthened by their tireless help and solidarity support.

You lay weak, but your eyes still sparkled with life. In the quiet moments between feverish bouts, you and Maggie found time to talk quietly. "You have to stay strong, y/n. The world may have fallen apart, but we can't let it break us," she spoke as she cooled your forehead.

You smiled weakly, your eyes glassy with tiredness. "You're like a mother to me, Mags. I really can't imagine what it would be like without you."

Maggie just sighed quietly. "You are my family. I can't imagine what it would be like without you either."

The days passed and the illness slowly faded away like the side after a storm. You struggled back to your feet, strengthened by her unwavering belief in survival. The post-apocalyptic world may have been one of destruction and loss, but in this small corner of reality, humanity shone in its purest form, igniting a flame of hope for every survivor who walked the streets of Alexandria.

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[kristeristerin]

hi, seeing as you have so much angst, i was wondering if I could request Picture to Burn with original Azriel and later Eris x reader? thank you!

AN: First of all, Thank you for the ask! Although, I feel like it was quiet mean to give me more angst after I was already sad about so much angst. Lol. 😉😘 I hope you enjoy how this turned out! Disclaimer. This one is not for the Pro Azriel Girlies, but don't worry there will be more Azriel fluff later this week.

As always asks are open for prompts!

Song: Pictures to Burn

Pairing: Reader X Eris , Reader X Azriel (Mentioned)

Content Warning: None

Words: 494

The throne room shakes as the High Lord and Lady approach. I try in vain to hide my scowl as I and everyone around me drop into a low bow. Once Rhysand and Feyre have taken their places Rhys dismisses everyone with a flick of his wrist. Looking around the room I can’t help but crane my neck in an attempt to look for a distinct head of red hair.

“Looking for me?” I jump at the sound of Azriel’s low voice. I roll my eyes when he laughs. “It seems like you haven’t kept up with your training then?”

For a moment, I contemplate ignoring him altogether but ultimately decide not to give him the ammunition to use against me. Instead, I shrug and turn to face him fully. “It’s a little hard to set aside time for training when one is using their time to barely scrape by.”

My words cause him to recoil and grimace. “You didn’t have to leave Velaris. I’m truly sorry if that’s how you felt.”

I give him a halfhearted shrug, “After everything that happened there was no way for me to stay Azriel. I didn’t want to be the pining fool that you made me, and I certainly didn’t want to see your blossoming relationship with Elain. We were done, and so was my role in Rhysand’s inner circle. Besides, he needed someone here to keep an eye on Eris when he’d visit.”

“I don’t like that you’ve had to spend so much time with him.”

“Why? Are you afraid that I’ll show her how a proper male can take care of her needs?”

Eris’ bored draw never fails to bring a smile to my face. When I shift my gaze to his I can see the question in his warm eyes. If I should so much as signal that I am in distress Eris wouldn’t hesitate to put space between me and Azriel, his bargain with the Night Court be damned. I gave him a small nod, as his arm snaked around my waist and he pulls me flush against his chest. The possessive gesture does not go unnoticed by Azriel.

“You two have become close, then?” he’s barely able to hide the sneer behind his cold mask.

Before I have a chance to respond Eris is already leaning toward him with something dangerous flashing through his eyes. “We have become quite close. Which is something that you’d do well to remember, dog. Should you continue to make her uncomfortable you’ll learn just how far I’m willing to go or the future High Lady of the Autumn court.”

At that moment I am not sure whose face looks more shocked, mine or Azriel’s, but Eris just smirks as he drops a quick kiss on my shoulder and whispers in my ear. “Care to dance, my love?”

Still speechless, I just nod and let him lead me away without another glance back at the fuming Shadowsinger.

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar fic #azriel x reader #eris x reader #eris x you

[toulousegrandex]

A Journey of Solitude

Azriel x oc

part 1 part 2

Part 3: an aching pain

She was an aching pain in his heart, tugging him back toward her every time he turned away. He'd watched her every single day, for five weeks from the edge of the garden to the corner of her room. His shadows crept in every nook to make sure she was safe and learnt everything they could about her. She was perfect. So precious and observant, and he just couldn't sit in the shadows any longer. Trust him, when he first saw her he had originally planned to give her a few years alone. He truly wanted her to heal herself after the unimaginable trauma she had been through at the camps, but it pained him too much to not see her again. So much so, that he had to go back the next day to gaze at her.

When he saw her outside it was as if his legs moved on their own, he couldn’t restrain himself and when the chance finally came to speak, he panicked. Do you like flowers.

Mother, he had never felt more of an idiot than now. Of course the cauldron would bless him with the most beautiful, delicate thing he had ever seen and make it so he could never, ever have her. Once he flew back to the town house, his brothers saw the utter embarrassment mixed with pure despair on his face and pried the information out of him. Although Rhys already had his suspicion seeing his demeanour falter back at the village.

Cassians jaw dropped to the ground in disbelief before turning into the biggest grin he had ever worn. "There's no way." His hands gripped around Azriel's face, kissing his forehead before he had a chance to run away. "Az, I am so so happy for you, I have never felt pride like this. My boy."

Azriel begrudgingly wiggled his way out of Cassians grip before snapping back at him, "did you not hear a word of what I just said?"

"My brother, has found the love of his life, yes-"

"No. She hates me." Azriel muttered, "I finally find my mate and she hates me."

"Give it time, brother. She was terrified of me too, all you can do is slowly get to know her. Show her not all Illyrian males are like the ones from which she just escaped." Rhysand, the voice of reason spoke up calmly.

Azriel's mind wondered back to her. How she’d be back on her bed now, gazing out the window with her hair braided from her face. How she'd wrap the blanket around herself, one leg sticking out of the covers. How pretty she was. How obsessed with her he was already. How he'd kill for her and he hadn't even heard her speak.

"That sound good, Az?" Cassians voice snapped him back out of his daze. Azriel furrowed his brows in confusion. "I said, how about I go over to the village and put in a good word. Tell her about your fighting skills and how you knocked out that guy with one punch the other week-"

“We're trying to ease the fear of males, Cass. We need a more subtle approach. What would happen if you just called Connie up, she could help?" Rhysand frowned in contemplation.

"Or, how about we-"

"There's no, we. I beg you both to control yourselves for once and not meddle with my life. Please." Azriel muttered the last part under his breath. His brothers groaned and protested to him but he couldn't hear a word of what they were saying. He couldn't care about anything other than the girl whose face was engraved into his mind and drawn across his heart.

•

The encounter had sent Juniper straight back to the confines of the little room once more. Connie had told her she wouldn't have to fear any males ever again and yet, since she arrived here she had seen two of the biggest, scariest ones she'd ever seen in her entire life.

She knew the Illryian man was probably sent by her father to come retrieve her, bring her back to where she belonged. She shouldn't have fought it, she was still her father's to do as he pleased and running from him once more will only worsen her future suffering. So she waited, starring at the door of the room for the man, along with her father to barge in and scold her for making such a hassle. She forced herself to stay awake no matter how tired she felt, no matter how heavy her eyes became so she could be prepared. Yet he never came back.

Connie gently opened her door that next morning, seeing Junipers body sat up, barricaded against the wall, fear still radiating from her sleeping form. Her heart ached for the young woman. She decided then, there was only one way Juniper could move forward in her healing process, to know that she was safe. It was time to call back the High Lord.

•

a/n: thank you for supporting! I promise more action soon these first chapters are just easing into it <3

+ this is what I imagine the village looking like

#azriel #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #azriel x oc #rhysand #cassian

[seaweedroll]

Her dearest friend.

Silver hair, velvety voice, killed more people than one can count? Sounds like my type <3 Y/N Stark is the daughter of the youngest Stark lord who is the renowned negotiator and diplomat that travelled through Essos with young Y/N. Now that he's been invited to consult the King, Y/N is reunited with her childhood friends Aegon and Aemond who are not the same sweet boys she used to know. Will it be too late before she realises that? Part 1/4.

‘Now remember; in Kings Landing nobody is your friend. They all want something from you; they are going to use your every move against you so make sure you’re five moves ahead of them’ a tall man with a deep voice spoke to a girl sitting across from him in a carriage. ‘Be very careful when I am not around’ he continued ‘You will be left alone a lot while I attend small council meetings.

‘I’m sure Heleana and Aemond will take care of me like they always had’ the young lady couldn’t hide her smile whilst talking about her childhood friends.

‘The Targaryens are not your friends’ he replied curtly. ‘Aegon and Aemond are not the same boys you used to play with. They are young men now and young men are very dangerous to a lady such as yourself’ her father leaned in and took her hand ‘You must never ever stay alone with Aegon. He has turned into a beast’ lord Stark couldn’t hide the worry in his voice.

‘So he has’ she mumbled quietly.

She already knew that Aegon had bedded almost every maid in the Red Keep. She knew that Heleana loved cross stitching and spoke in complicated riddles. She knew what weather was like last summer; how could she not when Aemond sent her countless letters over the years they’ve been apart.

Lady Y/N Stark and Aemond Targaryen were close childhood friends. She never mocked him for not having a dragon or being weaker than his brother. But last time they saw each other was a week before he had lost his eye. Will he still be the same kind-hearted boy that put flowers in her y/h/c hair? Or was he a monster hiding behind the beautiful words in his letters?

Either way, she had nothing to worry. A daughter of well renowned negotiator, whose silver tongue saved the kingdom from numerous wars and ensured a stable trade route with Pentos, she was protected.

‘They will ask for something big’ her father exhaled once they approached the castle. ‘We are being welcomed like the royalty they definitely want something big from me’ he rolled his eyes getting out of the carriage ‘Remember what I told you, Y/N’ he whispered and extended his hand to her.

‘Yes, father’ she nodded and took his hand, trying very hard not to jump out of the carriage.

‘Lord Ayden Stark and his daughter, lady Y/N Stark’ their arrival was announced. Queen Alicent stood on the stairs, a polite smile on her beautiful face. Behind her stood her children whom Y/N barely recognised. Moments later, Heleana launched herself at Y/N and wrapped her in a warm embrace – she had always been a kind, affectionate girl and that hasn’t changed. Aegon followed close behind and planted a kiss on her hand. Only Aemond stood beside his mother, stoic, cold, proper. It hurt Y/N but she didn’t let it show. But when they all turned to go to the castle, she felt a faint brush of a callous hand against hers, almost ghost like but enough to let her know that he sees her, he missed her.

That night they had a feast. Ayden entertained everyone with stories and riddles; they laughed, they guessed and missed, flooded him with questions about exotic lands. His daughter added to his stories, demonstrating the gift for words she inherited from him. Prince Aegon asked most of the questions, begged for one more story and she obliged, her heart warm from memories she made with the boy he once was.

Aemond sat silent at the table, barely touching his food, his eye never leaving her. He was mesmerised by her warm, open nature and laugh that rung like silver bells in the wind. She had changed so much: her hair no longer wild but braided neatly; her curves filled in the gown made from finest material. Yet she still had the same smile, same innocence about her paired with quick wit and sparks of mischief in her y/e/c eyes. She was a true vision, a dream come true.

A few hours into the evening, lady Y/N retired for the night. Kissing her father goodnight, she disappeared into the dark hallway, unaware that a silver dragon had followed her. Ayden Stark gripped his glass tighter as an uneasy feeling washed over him.

‘I know you’re behind me, Aemond’ Y/N smiled without turning to look at him. A man behind her couldn’t help but smile too, taking a few steps to close the distance between them. For a moment he hesitated to touch her, fearing that this was all a dream but before he knew, she spun on her heel and jumped into his embrace, laughing. He wrapped his arms around her, drinking in her scent. This must be a dream, he thought.

‘You’re so tall’ she pulled away slightly. ‘And so handsome’ the lady stroked his silver hair. ‘How many hearts have you broken already?’ she raised her eyebrow.

The prince was stunned. Did she not see his eye patch or a horrid scar on his face?

‘I’m afraid the ladies are not very fond of my face, my lady’ he bowed his head.

‘Well, I am’ she pecked him on the cheek, making him blush. ‘I cannot believe I’m finally here with you!’ she jumped onto him again. This time he lifted her up bridal style and spun her like he used to do when they were children. ‘Again’ she laughed, and he obliged, making them both dizzy.

He sat her down on the windowsill overlooking the gardens, sweet scent pouring in from the outside.

‘This reminds me of Pentos’ she looked at the gardens illuminated by the full moon. ‘Every full moon we would go and play in the gardens with my father and our servants and then sit by the bonfire and drink peach nectar’ she reminisced, her eyes sparkling.

‘You were allowed outside during the night?’ he raised his eyebrow.

‘I was! I had many freedoms back there. My father is the fourth son, so he has no claim to the North which means I don’t have to be paraded and sold off like a cow to some old ugly lord’ she laughed and jumped off the windowsill.

‘Your father is one of the most influential men in Westeros’ Aemond frowned at her carelessness as he followed her to her chambers ‘Any house would want him on their side. You’ll have a line of suitors by the end of this week’ he warned as they stopped in front of her doors.

‘Well then, I hope all of them are as handsome as you! And if not, I’ll let them know that my best friend is the finest swordsman, and he will slay them all if they are ugly or forget to bring cake!’ she giggled once again. ‘Good night, Aemond!’ once again she reached to kiss his cheek. ‘I’m so glad I am reunited with my dearest friend’ with those words she disappeared behind the door.

Her dearest friend.

That’s all he was to her whilst she was everything to him. Aemond loved her since he was a child, love nurtured by letters and hope she would return one day and now that she has, more beautiful than he could ever imagine, he would stop at nothing to become more than her friend.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond x reader #hotd fanfic

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Mc That's like Wednesday

First Meet

Pairing: Obey me character x mc! That's like Wednesday !!

Tw warning: mention of gore?

Part-1 Part-2

The brothers.

You were lying on the cold floor... No you're not poor infact you're far from it. You were sleeping on the bed but you suddenly felt that something's wrong and found out you were on the floor , there were voices around you saying 'is she dead'

'oh looks like the exchange program will have to wait' .

'I'm kidnapped...not that i didn't expected that' you thought.

You were still pretending to be asleep so you can find out more but then you heard footsteps approaching probably coming to check upon you whoever that was removed a piece of hair from your face the moment they touched you , you grabbed their hand pulled them down and pushed your little knife near their throat that you keep hidden in your locket. It's small but useful . You heard people gasps and looked down it was a very handsome man with Ruby eyes and raven hair. But you weren't the one to be phased by good looks .

"Where am I? You all better start speaking if you want this little friend of yours alive" you demanded without fearing......

Shocked , surprised, stunt!!

Human how!?

And you didn't got up till Diavolo explained everything!! When you got up you didn't even apologize..even after being told he's the Lucifer.

Poor Lucifer prided got hurt

"Human I'd have you apologize for the stunt"

"And i you, for kidnapping me"

"Apologize"

"I'd rather stuck needles in my eyes"

Diavolo have to stop you guys , you're like another incarnate of pride.

But no one has the audacity to stuck up to Lucifer so he kinda becomes a simp NGL.

But still his poor pride is still hurt.

Do you not enjoy living human? You must have a death wish 😃?

No like really stop arguing with Lucifer but like SIMP no:2.

Cause he was since he saw you pretending to be asleep!!

Look Mammon is easily distracted but you caught his attention now.

Congrats!!

Will try to talk to you but you genuinely don't give a shit 😃.

"Lucifer i don't wanna babysit a human!!"

"Yes i don't want to be baby sit by someone whose face scream 'help me I'm getting bullied '"

"Hey human you don't get to insult The Great Mamm-"

" i wish i could mold my consciousness to give a shit but i apologize i can't"

Mammon didn't even understand that because too much grammar and fancy language.

He'll stick with you thou.....cause he's a simp.

Didn't knew what was going on and didn't care .

Though was slightly concern for you when you talk back to Lucifer.

Was impressed when you roasted mammon.

He was like "LOLMRRRR" (I still don't know what that means)

Blushed really hard when you sent him a glare .

"You know you look like the main character of 'i invited my crush to hell now they're roasting all of my brothers and making them fall in love'"

"No i look like Wednesday from Wednesday " you said and went away.

He looked it up at first he was like what a normie but then he saw it and immediately found out the similarity.

Simp No: 3

You are his favourite now .

Crown you to be the leader of Anti-Lucifer League.

"i refuse"

"You're seriously turning me down?"

"Can you believe it"

But you'd be mostly found with him through.

He'll read listening to your calming taps of type writer.

One can say you go along the best with him

Lucifer don't like it though.

You'll not take part in his pranks cause apparently "if there's no blood there's no fun"

Satan found you a bit disturbing cause from books he learnt this behaviour isn't normal amoung humans but he also found you intriguing.

Congrats satan taking interest means you better run.

He saw a new fashion

He took interest

You're his now!!

"sweetie! You're so unique!!"

"Distance would be appreciated, and if dropping the bodies of your victims infront of their family rather than disposing them is unique then thanks"

Asmo exp. Has stop working *windos shut down music*

He still try to gain his composure back

"uh why the distance sweetie! Would you not rather see this beauty*winks winks*'

"I'm alergic to color , i go insane and scrape the flesh of my bones"

Ok Asmo accept his defeat and sulked away

Mc-1, Asmo-0

Thinks you're threat for what you did to Lucifer.

But gets that's just your chaotic personality.

Thinks your like belphie.

"Belphie?"

"DO I LOOK LIKE- "

Otherwise no thoughts head empty beel will just continue enjoying his meal

For you beel is the most decent.

(I love him)

"Please save me I'm a human just like you Lucifer has captured me!!"

"You smell *sniff* like a demon . Nice to meet you belphegor ."

"How !?"

"Humans are usually scared of me "

"Well you still gotta help me even if I'm a demon "

"Got two words"

"Bet they won't be helpful"

"Your problem"

"I was right "

But you still sometimes bring him blankets and read him your novels when Lucifer isn't looking.

He likes you . No like really.

Safe to say you are not going to face the same fate as the game's mc now .

He still hate humans

But so do you.

So y'all like besties now!!

[A/N]: First obey me headcannon . Hehe! I hope you all enjoyed it !!

If there's something you don't like let me know in DM!

Thank you for reading!!

#obey me shall we date #obey me short fic #obey me gn!reader #shall we date lucifer #the great mammon #levi om #obey me satan #om! asmodeus #beel x reader #belphieobeyme

[yanban-san]

Binging the Eldritch Submas for that sweet sweet fluff with a dash of nervousness and not-quite-understanding-but-eager-to-learn-about-humanity monster content. 👌👌👌 That's the good stuff right there.

It's been said and written many times before that the twins tend to leak their true forms when flustered/in love/~spicy times~ happen, but could the same also be said when they're angered? Not annoyance or impatience, or "Gods not this twat again", but actual, unbridled pissed off anger.

Scenarios abound because brainrot real.

Emmet happens across a small group of onlookers while doing his rounds, curious to what caused the gathering. Lo and behold, Darling is there, dealing with a rude patron. He goes in to take care of it, but gets a front row seat to a sucker punch at Darling. He can feel his form starting to split as he not-so-gently shoves the attacker back towards the other Depot Agents, barely holding it together as he gives orders. When they leave and the gathering is ushered on their ways, he briskly leaves to the employee only areas, away from humanity's sight. Darling follows in concern, knowing that Emmets is barely held together with only force and will, and finds him cracking out of his human shape. Both travel to his office away from prying eyes, where Darling thankfully manages to convince him to not kill/erase the attacker or to not cause grevious harm, and comforts him with care and reaffirmations.

Ingo and Darling are in the tunnels for safety checks and maintinence, Darling on lights while Ingo's on the tracks. The light to their left's alright, the second one just started, when rapidly approaching footsteps catch their ears. Darling looks down in time to see a trio of troublemakers approaching before their ladder gives way with a shove. The world is alight with pain and stars in the air when they collide with the railing. When the world is clear again, they hear retreating footsteps and screams fading to the distance, and can feel the darkness surrounding them. Ingo's form is cracking, threatening to swallow the tunnel (perhaps beyond) with the little that's already out. Darling pushes up off the track, and Ingo is instantly next to them, focusing on them with the troublemakers pushed out of mind. His upper face is stuck in shadows with a few too many silver eyes, and is hugged all the same. Legs having turned to jelly, Darling is swept up by Ingo and carried down the tunnel. Reaffirmations carry down the tunnel softly as the pair travel down.

Put it under spoiler tag 'cause is long ^^

Emmet didn't bother walking, in truth. He took a step forward, and his destination became a far closer than a single mortal stride ever would take him.

An unruly passenger. Someone whose heart was overtaken by anger, over what? A train running late? A missing pass? What silly things to be so upset over.

They would have far more pressing concerns soon enough.

"…and FUCK you!"

"Please, Sir, I'm just following procedure- We can replace your pass, but I need to see your I.D-"

Oh?

The sound of your voice surprised and alarmed him- Weren't you on break?

And the way that mortal spoke to you-

"Out of my way." Emmet demanded, briskly moving towards the sound of your voice and across the clusters of customers and would-be passengers in front of him.

All that mattered was you-

"For the last fucking time, I ain't showing you shit-"

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir. You're causing a disturbance-"

"Like hell I am! I'll cause as much of a disturbance as I want!"

You sighed heavily, trying your best to maintain your composure. Though to be fair- Would Emmet and Ingo even punish you if you didn't? Given how they treated you now, and especially now that you knew- Or well, sort of knew- What they were, they'd probably think it very endearing-

"…All because YOU won't do your fucking job!"

You shook your head, looking around, and barely paying attention to the insults being hurled at you- Few customers were watching, and fewer still were even in the area. You'd already called Gear Station Security, and all that was left was to wait the few minutes it would take for them to arrive. One way or another, this man wouldn't be getting a free pass, or even another ride on the train. How unfortunate. Not.

And then you heard a familiar clicking of heels. Not like the any of your coworkers walked, but a strange rhythmic, distinctive clicking- Of a man who was more like a oricorio then any human.

But who really wasn't a human at all, was he?

"Oh, Emme-!" You shouted, gesturing for him to come over- Anyone to deal with this slimeball- But your words faltered, looking at the glint of venomous ire in his eyes.

"Fucking pay attention-!"

And out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man approach- And specifically you saw his fist.

And closed your eyes, turning your head away in anticipation of the blow- That connected with your face, but far lighter than you'd thought he'd strike-

"What the- fucking-"

"Oh my. Someone isn't following proper safety procedures."

You turned to see not your attacker, but Emmet- Standing between you and the customer, holding their fist in his own hand-

Crack.

"Fucking- OW!"

The man winced, and Emmet kicked his legs out from under him- Still holding his clenched hand.

"Shut up." He continued, his voice as icy and dead as seemingly possible-

"Who the fuck-"

"I said. Shut up." Emmet repeated.

The man opened his mouth to speak- And nothing came out. His frame trembling, his eyes wide-

"Sir!"

"We're so sorry, we were responding-"

Your coworkers- And two security guards- Stopped when they saw you, lying on the ground with a slowly blooming bruise on your cheek- And their awe-inspiring Lord and Master holding down the worm had injured you.

"Em-Emmet-"

Emmet's attention lingered on the man a moment more before he shoved him backwards- Falling down to your side.

"My poor love-" "Are you alright?"

"It's- It's just a bruise, it'll heal-" You spoke carefully. If you made too light of it, they wouldn't pay attention to your words- If you made it too serious, they wouldn't be as merciful as you were trying to train them to be.

His smile was pained as his silver eyes scrutinized the blemish on your face. His hand caressed the corner of your face, squishing your cheek and making you wince. His eyes narrowed.

"You've been hurt." He remarked. Yes, you wanted to say, but that doesn't mean you need to erase this guy-

You pushed his hand away, making him flinch. "I'm fine, Emmet." You retorted. He opened his mouth to protest, but decided against it, turning his attention to the Depot Agents behind you.

"Ramses. Remove this man. He is not allowed in Gear Station. Or any station for that matter. Ever again. You three. Assist him."

Ramses nodded, and the rest of the depot agents followed his orders- And Emmet picked you up, dusting you off.

"You alright?" Ramses asked. He may not have been a particular kind Agent, but he wasn't apathetic, either- And the bruise on your cheek was turning an awful shade of reddish-brown, and rather quickly.

"I- I'm really okay, that was just a bit of a shock, really."

Emmet grabbed your shoulder tighter. His mouth split open again, but no voice came out.

"Emmet." You warned, noticing the dangerously bright glint in his slit-like pupils. His gaze turned back to you.

"Daaarling…" he pouted. "Fine. You need medical attention. Come with me."

"Wait-"

But he would not listen to your protests, and in a flurry of movement you were in the back hallways of Gear Station being lead away with your beloved, most likely towards a med station or something-

"Emmet," You began, trying to get his attention.

He kept walking, drumming his free hand against his lips- His mouth wordlessly opening and closing.

"Emmet-"

His stare intensified down the hallway, his pace picking up as he muttered to himself in a voice quite unlike the voice of Station Master Emmet. "He shouldn't be ali-"

"EMMET!" You raised your own voice, grabbing his arm with your free hand.

Emmet stopped walking, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

"…Yes?" He finally answered.

"I- …I'm okay. You already banned the guy from Gear Station, you don't need to do anything else." You explained. "I'm okay."

His grip on your hand tightened.

"But that man hurt you."

You sighed. "Y-Yes he did, but that doesn't mean he deserves death."

Emmet's head tilted away from you. "He deserves worse-"

You shook your head, squeezing his hand back. "No, he really doesn't."

You continued on. "You don't need to react so strongly, Emmet- Yes, that guy did something bad, but- He's going to suffer enough being banned from the Subway, don't you think? Look at me."

He shook his head.

"Emmet… Please look at me."

"…No."

You looked down at his hand. One, two, three… Four, five, six- Seven- fingers? Clothed like the glove, but different.

"I don't mind what you look like." You offered. "You have extra fingers on your hand right now, you know."

He tried to pull his hand away. You held on. "All that means to me is I have more hand to hold. And I'm not letting go."

You squeezed it harder. "You were really cool back there, you know."

His body relaxed. Oh?

"It was thanks to you that this bruise wasn't worse. And it was super cool how you leapt out to save me. And how you grabbed his hand. And you shut him up just by intimidating him."

The face of your beloved began turning towards you.

"I'm so glad to have such a wonderfully strong boss who works so hard to protect me."

You leaned against him. "And I'm very glad you listened to me,"

"So won't you please look at me?"

Emmet turned his face to you- His smile pursed, his eyes- Cracking. Like dried up, ancient plaster, revealing a shadowy shape underneath- His mouth came open a little bit, the maw darkened within- His sideburns giving way to feathers and fur and silky-shimmering-ribbons of white and silver. His pupils were slits, glowing with the smallest hint of light- Yet still bright enough to make the lights of the hall seem dim and dull in comparison. You grabbed his cheek, holding his face in front of you.

"L-Love," He stuttered out, as you rubbed the corners of his cracked face.

"Shh. You've done good, Emmet." You remarked, gently tracing the edge of the visible feathers- They were soft, and cool and warm and perfect to touch. Your hand shivered as you brushed them, and he closed his eyes gently and slowly, watching you the whole time.

"You did good. Thank you."

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"Stay close to me," Ingo ordered. You nodded quietly and cautiously, and Ingo's arm went around your shoulders, pulling you close to him.

"We don't know what exactly is down here- You wanted to see what it might be?"

"…Yes." You nodded again, looking up at the Subway Boss. Despite the darkness, his silver eyes shone brighter than the light around you. It was frightening- The tunnels of the Subway were dark, twisting- And ever-shifting and ever-turning. Ever since you learnt the truth of your bosses, you'd learned the truth of Gear Station too- And how the tunnels were constently the subject of attacks from… Other things.

And your curiosity got the better of you.

You wanted to see these Other things, if you could. Besides, if Ingo and Emmet were as powerful as they said they were, resassuring you that you would never be hurt by those Other Things- Would it be such a problem if you wanted to encounter one? Especially with them to protect you.

Ingo wrapped his arm around you, even tighter. "I won't let you go."

You hugged him back.

The two of you walked carefully in the dark tunnels- Your footsteps clicking, yet not echoing- The light illuminating the edges of the tunnels seemed dimmed, somehow- Offset by the brightness of the fire-lights of Ingo's dear chandelure, floating around the two of you in contentment as it moved back and forth around the tunnel.

You stayed mostly silent, listening carefully as you approached the strange sound, echoing down the halls of the Subway Tunnel. It only grew louder and louder, a horrible screechy-groaning-grinding sound that reverberated in your ears and left them ringing. Ingo grabbed you harder, stepping forward- His silver eyes blinked slowly under the brim of his hat, less like a blink and more as though he were paying attention to something-

"Ah." He remarked- And you turned your head up to him, tilting your head curiously. "A T-junction is stuck, it seems. …I don't believe it's anything… Supernatural, my dear."

"You can tell all that, just from closing your eyes a second?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"…I can tell you anything I like about these tunnels, my Love." He drummed his hand along your shoulder, making you shiver. "Here, let us deal with that racket, first. It must hurt your ears."

You nodded, and the two of you approached the problem area, rounding the corner to see the T-junction beam bent out of shape, and several of the tunnel lights humming and flickering-

"Hmm." Ingo noted. "I'll handle the rail. Will you take a look at the lights?" You nodded in response, already rolling up your sleeves. The lights didn't seem to be out, but were certainly behaving strangely- No doubt due to some Joltiks having themselves a feast, you guessed.

Ingo hopped down over the railing of the maintenance trail and you settled in front of the circuit box for the lights, and- Yup, chewed through, frayed wires. Nothing a little electrical tape, and a few replacement wires, wouldn't fix, you were certain. You couldn't help but turn to Ingo while you taped some of the exposed bits up- Ever curious as to what he was doing. He looked down at the bent, twisted rail, grinding against itself, and suddenly it was engulfed in shadows- And a loud clunk and bang later, the shadows unraveled, and the rail was- Fine. Better than fine- It looked brand new.

You were about to ask him what exactly he'd done, when suddenly you heard a shuffling in the darkness of the tunnel- And you turned your head to see a large, heavy thing rapidly moving towards you- Falling on top of you. A ladder. What was a ladder doing here?

Ingo heard your yelp in surprise, and you flinched, unable to move.

"Holy shit-" "Bolt!" "Go!"

The impact never came.

"Are you alright?"

You opened your eyes nervously- The ladder that had been threatening to squish you like a wurmple was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Ingo was holding you. Tightly.

"A monster-!" "Holy fucking shit-"

You craned your neck to see the shadows of- Teens. Of course. Bolting their way up an access ladder back into a street above the tunnel, where sunlight poured down- But was blocked by a shadowy shape, reaching out into the rays, almost looking like they pulled at the light- Covering the walls and undulating like a living mass of darkness- Which is what it was, wasn't it?

"Darling?"

You turned your head to look at Ingo again- A shadowy figure dripping with darkness, with silver lights of eyes looking down at your figure. You felt the cold, smooth tentacles wrapping around your skin and cradling you tightly.

"I-I- I think I'm okay," You breathed heavily, feeling your heart beginning to settle from the shock. The shadowy figure picked you up, cradling you tightly against his chest-

"Y-You're a lot larger like this," You remarked. "All the better to protect you, my Dear." He purred back. "I would hate to think about what might have happened had you been injured…"

"Thank- Thank you, Ingo."

Your boss-turned-Sweetheart-turned-inhuman-monster cuddled you tighter. "Let us return to the safety of Gear Station… I would feel better if you were there, especially to recover…"

And off he went, carrying you- Settling back into a more human form, silvery-eyes looking at you from out of the darkness, closing the moment you made eye contact with them. "You're cute like this."

Ingo stopped for a second, the eyes shutting around him as the ones on his face widened. "W-What? What do you mean?"

"Your eyes. They're pretty. Like starlight. And your shadows, they're very comforting-" And you craned your neck, kissing him on the cheek-

"But not as comforting as having such a protective sweetheart like you around, Ingo."

"I- I-"

You almost giggled at how flustered he sounded, stuttering out words as his fingers dug into your sides where he carried you- And other hands grabbed, holding you tightly.

"That- That is, it would be- Expected, I would think-"

"Expected or not, thank you for protecting me, Love."

He took a deep breath. "Of course, My love." He gripped you even tighter- Almost painfully so. "Be a little cautious with your words," He breathed out, his voice strangely calm. "I have quite little patience when it comes to being so tormented by your affections, My dear."

You could feel a blush spreading across your face- And if there was any light left in the tunnels, you would've been able to see that Ingo had much the same across his own human features.

#Eldritch AU #Demon AU #Ingo X Reader #Emmet X Reader #Ingo/Reader #Emmet/Reader #Eldritch Submas #Submas #monster au #Seth.anon #Seth.asks

[dusty-mothman]

🤍146 and 149 with Ambrosius and Ballister 🤍

#146-“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh...no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

#149- “I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

oooOOOooo you naughty Anon! Holy cow this is gonna be a doozy. Let's go!

It gets right into the spicy stuff, so I added a keep reading just to protect anyone who might not want to see this content.

{Spice level: 🌶️🌶️/5 explicit words but a cut to black scene}

Ballister held the bottom of his shirt between his teeth as his hand worked fervently on his cock. He breathed heavily through his nose, trying desperately to keep quiet. To keep from moaning the name of his best friend. The one who he is currently sharing a room with. The very reason why he was currently jerking it in the closet and not in his bed. It would be too risky, and the thought of being caught by Ambrosius both thrilled and scared him. Lost in his pleasure, Ballister hadn't heard the footsteps approaching.

“Fuuuck,” he whispered, unable to hold it in, “Ambrosius.” The shirt slipped from between his teeth. Ballister’s climax was building, eyes squeezed shut chasing his release. Just as he was about to tip over the edge when he heard a gasp and the door open. Eyes shooting open, Ballister comes face to face with the very man he was fantasizing about. His lust-filled brain had hindered Ballister's response time, and it took far too long to cover himself from Ambrosius. 

“Were you just masturbating,” Ambrosius asked, his voice quiet and breathy. It was too dark for Ballister to read his face, and panic washed over him.

“U-uh...no, I was just..” Ballister said, pulling his pajama pants back up quickly. He wanted to escape this situation but Ambrosius was blocking the exit. Instead, Ballister tried to take a step back and ended up losing his balance. Ambrosious’ hands shoot out to steady him, large and strong. The blond stepped back out of the closet, pulling Ballister with him. 

Once they were back in their room, Ambrosius stepped closer and whispered in his ear, “Want some help?” 

“Good Gloreth,” Ballister moaned, “Is this a dream?” 

“No Bal,” Ambrosius chuckled, “Not a dream. If you don't want to I understand. Although I will be storing the image of you for my own closet masturbation sesh” 

His words set Ballister on fire, already painfully hard once again, “This can't be real. I-i never imagined you would share my feelings.” Ballister’s head was swimming, thoughts racing trying to put the pieces together. 

“Of course, I have feelings for you,” Ambrosius said, tilting Ballister’s chin up so he could see the sincerity in his eyes, “Now, can I please help you? You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How many things I've fantasized about doing to you? The sounds you would make…” 

Inching ever closer, their lips finally met in a heated kiss. It was like they had been waiting forever for this moment. Their kiss was desperate, both men gasping into each other's mouths. Ballister clung to Ambrosius, fingers combing through blond hair. He felt like his skin was on fire, or maybe vibrating would be a closer description. All he knew is that he wanted Ambrosius, needed him right now.

 “I don’t care what you do just fuck me,” Ballister sounded desperate even to his own ears, but Ambrosius’ responding moan erased any insecurities he might have. 

“Wanna play rock paper scissors to see whose bed we use,” Ambrosius asked, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. 

Ballister rolled his eyes and gently shoved the blond's shoulder, “Your bed is furthest away from the door. No way in hell am I getting caught TWICE in one night.” Without another word, their lips met once again as they stumbled back onto Ambrousius’ bed.

#ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #nimona netflix #spicy fic #joe writes #my writing #drabble #writing prompt #writing requests #requests open

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hi Teach!

I feel greedy to ask again so soon, but could I perhaps request a NSFW tale involving Shinsou x reader? I have no specifics other than the character, thought it might be fun to see what your lovely mind cooks up for the mini Aizawa in the making? 😁

Much love! ❤️

Hi sweetie! First of all I want to apologize for taking too long 😭 Also, you have no idea how grateful I am that you decided to send me another request! I had so much fun with it so I hope you like it. *Kisses*

Title : Misunderstanding

Characters : Shinsou/ Fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ Fluff/ Angst

Summary : Shinsou's cool and laid-back personality becomes the reason for a huge argument between you two. You try your hardest to get him riled up and you succeed, but what happens when the tables turn and you regret your doings?

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

_ "Is this okay?" You beamed, twirling around to show off your cute little dress.

_ "I like it, looks so good on you love." Hitoshi commented kissing your temple and flashing a tired smile.

Was that it? Was he not questioning your ridiculously revealing outfit?

Truthfully, you've only bought that dress as a way to make him jealous. Yes! Jealous. It's probably stupid of you to go as far as to spend a fortune on something you're not even planning on wearing. But there you were, 100 thousand yen short and a failed mission.

_ "I thought I should wear it tonight for Mina's party, so what do you think?" You pushed a bit more, hoping he would object.

_ "Yeah sure." He shrugged plopping down on the couch and flipping through the TV channels.

You wanted to punch him at that point, why was he unbothered? This was the complete opposite of what you hoped.

You and Hitoshi have been together for years, ever since you two were students in UA.

He's your coworker, your best friend, and the love of your life, and you are the happiest when you're with him. If only..

If only he would get a little possessive every once in a while.. if only he would get jealous when someone hits on you.. if only he would get mad when one of your coworkers is a little too friendly with you.

And it's not that he doesn't love or care enough about you -he does- but it's just not in his nature to be controlling or clingy.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

_ "Wow! Y/n look at you! You're gorgeous."

_ "Really sexy! You should wear things like this more often."

_ "Amazing dress! It must've cost a lot."

_ "You look amazing! Come on let's take a picture together."

_ "Hi beautiful, come join us."

The compliments kept coming your way from girls and guys alike, and you had to power through them offering forced smiles each time someone approached you.

You enjoyed none of it, the only person whose opinion mattered was the one who didn't really care.

To be honest, you hated the dress. It was too uncomfortable, too revealing, and too fucking expensive. You just wanted to be home so you could take it off and never put it on again.

You wanted to cry, and you were about to, when a strong arm pulled you away from everyone else and you found yourself in an empty secluded room.

_ "What.. Hitoshi, what are you doing?" You couldn't understand his behavior, his eyes were flaming with anger and his grip on your shoulders hurt you.

You reached out a hesitant hand seeking to smooth his clenched jaws.

_ "What's the problem Hitoshi?"

_ "You're the problem! Is this what you wanted? To have everyone ogling you?" His voice raised and it honestly scared you.

You've never seen him that way before and you were afraid someone might find out what was happening.

_ "Please keep it down Hitoshi don't make a scene." He remained silent, and you weren't sure if it was that he had come back to his senses or if he simply had nothing more to say.

You dragged him out gently before bidding everyone goodbye and heading home.

You exchanged no words the whole way back. You were nervous -extremely so- but why would you be? Honestly? Wasn't this what you wanted? To get him all riled up? There! Mission accomplished.

However, you weren't as satisfied as you thought you'd be. He was upset, and that's on you.

You kept thinking of ways to explain yourself to him, but everything you thought of made you seem like a bitch..

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.

_ "Hitoshi, listen to me, I'm.." You opened your mouth to apologize but were cut off mid sentence by his lips on yours. You barely managed to close the door and kick off your shoes when he jumped on your startled form and pinned you against the wall.

_ "I don't wanna hear it." His lips traveled down to latch on your neck while his hands roamed your body eagerly.

He wasn't rough or swift, but he was persistent, as if trying to prove a point.

_ "Please listen to me, Hitoshi, just wait a minute." You struggled to push him away: "I was miserable the whole evening!" You cried out and he finally halted his movements, taking a few steps back and looking intensely into your eyes as he awaited your explanation.

_ "To be honest I don't even like how I look right now! I hate this dress, I feel so exposed, and all the attention I got tonight was discomforting." You gritted your teeth in an attempt to force your tears back.

_ "Then why.." He sounded genuinely confused.

_ "Because of you! Because you're an idiot! Because you don't care enough! Because I wanted to make you jealous but ended up hurting us both instead, and for that I'm really sorry.." Your voice trailed off and your eyes burnt as the lump in your throat suffocated you.

Hitoshi was stiff and tense hearing your words, but fortunately not for long. He cautiously approached you again, cupping your cheeks and lifting your head up.

_ "We're both idiots I guess." He heaved a sigh before carrying on: "You thought I didn't care? Really? How can I be indifferent to the person I love the most?" He lowered his gaze as his voice softened: "But I guess this one is on me. I screwed up didn't I? I made you feel insecure and doubtful.." He looked up again, eyes apologetic as he spoke: "I love you and I trust you, that's why I've never questioned anything. But I ended up burdening you rather than giving you comfort."

You could see his jaws clenching while he searched his brain for what to say next, so you took his hands in yours and smiled: "It's okay Hitoshi, I know how you feel about me so don't force yourself and act in a way you're not comfortable with. This whole thing was just me being a brat, sorry."

_ "No honey, your feelings are valid.. so if you allow me I'll dispel your fears."

What was that supposed to mean? You had absolutely no idea.

You wanted to know, but was again cut off with a kiss, a gentle one.

You melted into it, and all thoughts had left your mind except for one: him.

His arms sneaked around your waist pulling you closer to his chest.

_ "I'll show you." He whispered to a still confused you.

You didn't care anymore, you gave in to him and allowed him to do as he pleased.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again, biting his lip and feeling his smirk as you did.

_ ".. to.shi.." His name came out in a moan when he picked you up and walked straight to your bedroom, lips moving to your jaw and down to your neck.

He placed you gently on top of the sheets and circled around the bed, taking his sweet time removing his clothes.

You sat up watching him eagerly as you proceeded to rid yourself of your own garments.

_ "Oh no no no babe, don't take it off, I'll be tearing it to pieces myself." He licked his lips suggestively and you froze in place.

He climbed on the bed with you, spreading your legs at once and positioning himself between them. All you could do was admire the sight before your eyes.

He slipped his hands along your naked legs and moved them up slowly until he reached your butt. Your eyes were still on his naked body observing the way his muscles flexed with each tiny move he made.

He squeezed your ass cheeks and leaned down to kiss your lips. You laced your fingers through his hair and pulled gently as his mouth traveled down to your neck.

_ "Hitoshi.." You closed your eyes and let out an airy moan, enjoying the tingly feeling on your skin.

His hands moved under your little dress, grazing your sides until they reached your breasts. He squeezed the plumpy boobs, swirling his thumbs around your nipples until they went hard.

You cried out his name over and over again like a mantra, and you didn't even care how desperate you sounded.

_ "You're mine, all mine." He growled against your throat: "Everything about you belongs to me." He stopped for a moment to move back up: "Your eyes." He whispered, placing soft pecks on each of your lids: "Your nose." Another one on the sniffling tip: "Your cheeks." Two more on your flushed skin: "Your lips." He spoke against them before kissing you deeply.

You were lost in his touch, and all you wanted was for the moment to never end.

His hands finally left your breasts and you whimpered due to the loss of touch.

_ "Easy babe, I'm not done yet." He smirked, fingers running against your skin until he reached your panties.

He hooked his fingers through the hem of your lace underwear, bringing it down and leaving you exposed.

A gust of cold air brushed your pussy and you desperately tried to pull your ridiculously short dress down, but you failed.

_ "It is too short." His teasing voice spoke to no one in particular.

You squirmed and screamed when his head dived under your dress. It was strangely arousing, not seeing what he was about to do to you.

You bit the back of your hand and tilted your head back, anticipating his next move.

His lips grazed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs before his tongue licked a perfect stripe along your gushing pussy.

_ "Please.." You didn't even know what you were begging for exactly, but he wasn't going to let it slide.

_ "What is it honey? Tell me clearly." He spoke against your glistening clit and all you could do was bite down harder on your own hand.

He lifted his head up, smirking as he gazed at your trembling form, and without a warning whatsoever, he fisted the hem of your dress and ripped it apart in one move.

_ "Perfect." He stated almost inaudibly but you caught it.

His arms roamed your body greedily: "Can I tell you something? Tonight, when all of them were complimenting you, do you wanna know what I was thinking? I was thinking about activating my quirk on them and make them leave.. You belong to me, you're no one else's." He sounded desperate, as if waiting for you to reassure him.

His words might've seemed obsessive, but you knew what he meant.. because you know him.

You sat up, cradling his face and smiling brightly:

_ "Yes, I'm yours and you're mine. Your eyes are the only ones I want on me, your lips are the only ones I want kissing me, and your touch is the only one I want to feel."

His expressions softened and he gently pushed you back on the bedspread, his body flush against yours.

You wanted him inside you, and you weren't afraid to show it. You clawed his shoulders and arched your back until you felt his raging hard cock touching your pussy.

He took the hint and spread your legs further, running his tip along your fluttering clit a few times before pushing in slowly.

You whimpered biting his neck and begging him to start moving.

His pace was slow and steady. He was gentle with you, same as always.

_ "Hitoshi.. I love you.. I love you so much.." You cried out between deep thrusts.

He groaned, nuzzling your hair as his arms sneaked under your back and pulled you closer.

You felt secure, loved, complete. You wanted nothing more.

His pushes quickened, signaling his approaching orgasm.

_ "Ah fuck y/n!" His aroused voice brought you closer to your own blissful ending.

_ "Kiss.. Toshi.. p.. please." You barely managed to speak, you wanted his lips on yours at once, and so did he.

He kissed your cheek first, a sweet loving reassuring peck before locking your lips together.

His tongue sneaked into your mouth and played with your own while his thrusts became erratic as you tightened around him.

_ "I'm cumming! Hitoshi!" You broke the kiss, throwing your head back and scratching his arms when you finally reached your high.

_ "Me too babe.. ugh." He gave a few more pushes before pulling out and releasing on your tummy.

He collapsed on top of you, arms still around your body, as yours were around his neck.

_ "Hitoshi, I'm sorry, I was immature and unintentionally hurt you."

_ "No honey, you did nothing wrong. It's me, I was clueless and ended up troubling you." He kissed the top of your head before turning on his back and bringing you with him.

You smiled, resting your cheek on his chest and listening to his stabilizing heartbeat.

_ "Let's always tell each other if something is troubling us, please."

_ "That's a promise babe."

And you two meant it. As much as it hurt you, what happened earlier was something you'll always be grateful for.

@delirious-donna

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[linasofia]

Any chance of an early Obsession fic? Asking for me a friend

Hi @enchantzz!

Thanks for your ask. How can I resist writing a ficlet after the latest tease from Netflix? My muse even decided to create a moodboard. This is my idea of teasing…

The Game

Fandom: Obsession (Coming to Netflix April 2023)

Relationship: William Farrow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+

He’s watching me. I know he is. Even from across the room, I sense his presence. Every step I take is a struggle to remain calm, and I can feel his gaze burning through my silky dress. When I glance in his direction, he captures my gaze with his steel blue stare, and that makes it impossible for me to breathe normally. He doesn’t drink—he never does—but I have to take a sip of my champagne every time I feel I’m on the brink of exposing my true feelings. I am deeply affected by his presence. How could I not be when the man I willingly obey during the darkest hours is watching me like I’m his property? Which I am—at least in his bedroom. William and I met only a month ago, but we have already formed a strong bond. He leads, and I follow—that’s our game.

I was surprised when William asked me to come and join him for a night at the hotel. He is one of the key speakers at this event, and I… I don’t even belong here. I saw his face on a huge roll-up as soon as I entered, with Dr. William Farrow written below in large italics. There were some other faces too, but I didn't even bother registering them. I stand in a crowd of people. The warm light from the many small lamps hanging from the ceiling creates a soft atmosphere in the room, and people around me mingle with glasses or small plates in their hands. But I can’t eat. I try to talk to people. My mouth smiles kindly to the faces I meet, but I don’t see them. In my world, it is only him and me—and the strict discipline he demands as soon as I let my clothes fall to the floor.

My body aches as I suddenly notice how William turns to talk to someone who approaches him. I can’t see her face, but something in the way he leans in when they speak tells me that she is not a colleague. The blond woman’s perfect locks spill over her shoulders, and I can’t help envying their beautiful shine. Without control of my own actions, I excuse myself to a small group of people, whose attempts to have a decent conversation with me already bore me more than I allow them to see, and move closer to William and the unfamiliar woman. My unreasonable heart beats hard, jealousy floods my veins, but I try to tell myself that I have no right to react this way. I swallow the last of my champagne as I cross the floor, and when I reach the bar, I put the empty glass on the counter. The bartender instantly gives me a polite smile, and with a small tap on the bowl, I signal to him that I want another one. My glass is refilled without a word, and I watch how the bubbles dance in the glass. I recognize the golden label on the bottle’s neck very well, and I briefly wonder what an open bar mustcost on an evening like this. Not that it matters to the wealthy owners of the company who will pay for their guests' comfort.

Our plan for the evening is that I’m supposed to follow William to his room as soon as he can leave. Time is precious for us, and I don’t want to waste it on meaningless conversations. Just the thought of being alone with him again sends a small shiver of excitement down my spine. A whole night together—without the risk of being interrupted—is something we have never had the luxury of experiencing. With slightly trembling fingers, I pick up my glass and take a careful sip. I don’t want to drink too much. Alcohol weakens my senses, and I want to be able to feel every touch—soft or harsh—of William’s hands. I rest against the counter and take a deep breath. The dim light above the bar makes the area appear smaller and more intimate, and I manage to filter out the constant chatter of voices around me. When I focus, I can hear the music playing. The seductive tones from a cello seep from hidden speakers and surround the room with a classy yet alluring sound. I close my eyes and listen. A beating I recognize as my heart accompanies the music, and I smile.

William doesn’t speak, yet I instinctively know he’s standing next to me. I don’t understand if it’s his scent my senses catch or if my body just craves him beyond what can be explained as sane. But it matters less—he is here. Like a flower basking in the warm light from the sun, I turn my face towards him, and when he acknowledges me with a nod, a hint of a smile crosses his thin lips. He must have been to the barber recently, his hair and short beard are newly trimmed, and I can’t wait to make a mess out of his well-styled hair. I’m so grateful that he doesn’t dye his hair, for his beautiful grey sides give his hair character, and it suits him so well. William always dresses nicely, and tonight is no exception. The suit is no doubt the result of a skilled tailor, and his shirt is the same color as his expressive eyes. Their unusual shade of blue was the first thing I noticed when I met him, and I still fall helplessly under his spell whenever I look into them. A small gasp escapes my lips as I let my eyes wander to his casually open collar. Two buttons, but they make all the difference—and he knows it. None of us speak, for words are not needed between us. Our communication is on a more lascivious level, and William discreetly lets his gaze follow the shape of my dress. I know that in his mind, I’m already undressing, and that knowledge heats my body. When I meet his gaze again, the dark look in his eyes only confirms it. He slips a key card into my hand and leans closer. His breath is warm against my ear, and it makes me weak when he lowers his voice to a daring whisper. ”Room 505. Wait for me—naked.” Then he turns and walks away with not even a glance over his shoulder. With a small smile, I hide the card in my hand and try to look unaffected as I scan the room. Then I walk through the ocean of unfamiliar bodies to the elevators. My glass of champagne stands abandoned on the counter, half empty.

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