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highvern · 6 months

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Aphrodite

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, established relationship, fluff at the beginning

Warnings: bathroom sex, kissing, groping, fingering, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics but they’re both actually switches (Mingyu is a service top), cumshot, Mingyu is still obsessed with titties, hair pulling, choking (hand around throat but no breath play), doggy style, unprotected sex (not endorsed by author), praise kink and strength kink go burrrrrr, there's a little bit of fluff/angst at the beginning (care/comfort) because she had a hard day at work, porn with feelings

Length: ~3k

Note: Drunk Goggles couple's bathroom scene mentioned in Discovery! the first third is so cute i actually had to close my laptop and step away while editing it so please enjoy my brain rot lol. its implied reader is on birth control and Mingyu knows it but still wrap it before you tap it guys. This was drafted as "Champagne Confetti" but i couldn't post it with that title with a straight face

ALSO stream Mamamoo Wheein's new album In the Mood! Aphrodite was a huge inspiration for the sweeter parts of this fic

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The knob of your bathroom cabinet is digging into Mingyu’s shoulder uncomfortably and his ass freezing on the hard tile, but neither register in his mind much. His sole focus is on listening to you vent about how shitty work was as you wash up behind the flimsy curtain only a few feet away.

“Oh and then she had the audacity to say I should have been more prepared for the meeting! As if she didn’t send me the info an hour before!” You babble, head popping out to look at him.

Mingyu tries and fails to stifle the laughter bubbling at the sight of your shampoo Mohawk.

“What a bitch!”

“Right?!” You move back into the spray and out of sight.

“She’s just mad because you’re better at her job than she is.”

“I wouldn’t be if she actually did her job.” You sigh.

“I’m sorry baby.”

“‘s not your fault Gyu.”

“Do you want me to beat her up?”

“Yeah, because sending my gigantic ass boy toy after her is gonna get her off my back.” You call, closing your eyes as foam rinses from your hair down your skin.

“The correct term is boyfriend.”

“The correct term is baby daddy.”

“You’re fucking nasty.”

“You love me.”

God, I do.

But it’s too early to say those words with the level of earnestness he feels so Mingyu bites his tongue.

Steam and lavender soap tickle his senses as you wash away the evidence of your previous distress. Your manager is number one on Mingyu’s incredibly short shit list.

Mingyu had barely waltzed through the door of your apartment after work, excited to spend the evening cuddled on the couch with a movie like you do every Thursday. He nearly shit himself when he found you sitting at the kitchen counter, tears staining your face and eyes rimmed red. You dove into his chest and cried for an over hour, unable to speak as wretched sobs escaped your throat. He’s never felt so helpless as he sat there, stroking your back as he held you, whispering gentle affirmations into your hair. It was his idea for you to hop in the shower once you calmed down enough to assure him you weren’t injured and “no, no one died.”

The entire time, Mingyu sat close by listening intently, chiming in occasionally with agreements. He hadn’t follow you into the stall, void of the desire to worsen your mood. Shared showers were not a favorite in this household. Either it ended after two minutes to move to the bed or one of you hopped out, annoyed that the other was hogging the hot water and leaving them in the cold. Mingyu wanted you to relax but the only way he could relax was to make sure you’re actually okay. Which is why he is planted on the ground near the door like a guard dog, keeping an eye on you in case the tears returned; numb butt and sore shoulder be damned.

The squeak of the faucet signals the end of your bathing, echoed by the ruffle of the curtain as you push it aside to exit the tub. He keeps his eyes trained on your face, a smile spreading at the glow radiating from the apples of your cheeks void of the earlier splotchy dullness. You already look a million times better than when he entered your home.

Mingyu is trying very hard to be a supportive boyfriend while you continue to rant; but it’s challenging when the actual woman of his dreams is standing only feet away, completely nude and soaking wet, skin flushed from scrubbing and glistening in the warm glow of the light above the mirror. It takes all his might to ignore the swell of your breast and gentle the sway of your hips, or the curve of your thighs as you stretch for your towel on the rack above the toilet. The movement sends droplets falling in staccato from your hair plastered against your head onto your shoulder before trailing down your front, tracing dizzying patterns across your skin. His very own Aphrodite, exiting the sea to fill his heart.

“I hope she gets fired soon. I know I didn’t look like an idiot in that meeting, it was all her.”

“No one thinks you’re an idiot.” He looks down at his hands playing with the cuff of his sweatshirt to distract himself from how you start twisting to towel off, body bending and stretching suggestively as you concentrate.

“She definitely does but who cares.”

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, actually.” You smile, towel wrapped around you snugly as you step away from the tub and towards him. “But I could still really use a hug.”

“I can do that.”

Mingyu jumps up from his place on the floor, beaming at the soft look on your face as he tangles you in his arms. He plants peck after peck across the crown of your wet hair, nose filling with the scent of your shampoo as he squeezes you against him tightly. The remaining moisture on your body is wicked away by the soft fabric of his sweater, covering him in wet spots along his front and down his arms.

“You’re the best.” You sign into his chest as he leaves a kiss on your hairline.

To distract himself from what he really wants to say, Mingyu blows a wet raspberry against your forehead.

“Nope! Never mind!” You squeal, trying in vain to break out of his strong grip. “Get away from me!”

“But baby you just said I was the best!” He counters, arms tighten to prevent you from wiggling lose.

“No, you’re gross and I hate you!”

“GASP.”

You can only roll your eyes at your boyfriend's dramatics.

“You hate me? I wipe your tears, clean up your snot, order us take out, and you hate me?” Voice rising in pitch, he gapes at you.

“You ordered take out?”

“Focus on me! I’m hurt. Devastated!”

“Oh no, what will I do?” You deadpan, but the twitch of your mouth betrays your amusement.

It’s a dangerous game given you’re still locked in his arms and his penchant for being over the top.

“I’m deeply deeply wounded missy. So there’s only one way I’ll forgive you.”

“And what’s that?”

“Kiss?” He says with puppy dog eyes and puckered lips that makes him look like a fish.

“Oh my god!” You cackle at his ridiculousness.

“Oh, there she goes again! Do you not care about me at all?”

His question is punctuated by him collapsing against you and fake crying. Laughter bubbles in your chest like champagne. Mingyu makes you feel better without even trying.

“Alright, come here you big baby. Let me give you a kiss.”

Matching smiles meet in a sweet kiss. In your relationship, one kiss frequently becomes ten or twenty so there's no shock when you keep planting pecks against his lips before moving to tickle them across his cheek, brow, and tip of his nose. Mingyu is all smiles and giggles under your lips as you move back to his mouth.

The short kisses become heated swiftly. You wipe the smile off his face easily enough, thanking the universe it takes almost nothing to get Mingyu started (not that you’re any better). You’re impressed he didn’t jump you when you stepped out of the shower in all your naked glory. Honestly, you’re a little disappointed he didn’t. But now with your towel unraveling from your tussle, pressed against his solid frame as you nip his lips, you know it’s a matter of seconds before Mingyu crowds against you and makes you feel a lot better.

Like clockwork, a simple hum in the back of your throat paired with your nails trailing down his chest sets Mingyu off. He turns with you still in his hold, lifting you up and depositing you on the cool marble of the countertop, pushing your legs apart to make room for himself. Clumsy hands push your towel away, giving him access to play with your chest. When the nail of his thumb scratches your nipple, you arch against him with a sigh. The shift breaks your lips apart and Mingyu wasted no time diving for your throat.

Apparently tonight is one of the few nights Mingyu wants to be a little more demanding with you. The hand not plucking your chest moves the tangle itself amongst the wet hair at the crown of your skull, giving a firm tug that has your spine arching, stretching your neck with a whine to give more space to bite along your throat. Teeth scratch against the cords of muscle, but his tongue soothes the abused skin immediately after; even when he’s rough, he treats you like a princess. You feel yourself clenching around nothing at the maddening combination of sensations.

“Please, Gyu”

“Please, what?” He asks, not budging an inch from where he latches to your collarbone.

“Touch me.” You whimper.

His mouth replaces the hand pinching your chest, sucking your abused nipple into his blistering mouth. The hand that was on your chest, skates down between your thighs, pushing your legs further apart, letting your foot find purchase on the handle of the cabinet next to you to spread you wide.

He starts slowly, middle finger parting your downy lips to trace from your entrance to your mound. The calloused pad of his finger nothing more than a gossamer touch against your heat, maddening as it teases you. Curling your hips upwards, you give him more space to circle your entrance before he dips his middle and ring finger inside, thumb stretching to caress your swollen clit.

“So wet already.”

“If you had a boyfriend that treats you how you treat me, then you’d understand why.” You pant into his hair.

“Think I understand plenty.” He replies, moving your hand to caress his dick where it sits tented in his shorts.

The bathroom is filled with shameless whines and puffs of breath as you work each other up. You’ve successfully gotten a hand into his underwear, fisting the head of his cock in a tight rhythm just how he likes. The other busies itself scratching down his back as he preps you for what's to come by twisting two fingers inside you, heel of his hand grinding against your clit with every thrust.

“Need you inside.” You whisper into his mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you?”

“Mhmm,” your tone is verging on pathetic but his reaction washes away any embarrassment.

“Then be a good girl and turn around.”

Mingyu steps back, giving you space to quickly jump off the counter to turn your back to him. He busies himself with removing his sweater while you settle on your elbows, ass pushed out in front of him teasingly. It gives him pause, easily distracted by the arch of your spine and the subtle jiggle of flesh as you rock from one foot to another. You watch in the mirror as he blinks lazily, using one hand to push down his pants while the other cups a cheek, squeezing it in his palm. When his shorts are finally pooled around his ankles, he steps closer to let his length rest on your ass.

You can feel his leaking tip brush your tailbone, leaving a faint trace of dampness across your skin as you roll on to the balls of your feet to grind back on him. The rigid velvet of his shaft has arousal dripping down your thighs crudely.

You watch his face with rapt attention in the mirror. He’s hypnotized by how his cock looks pressed snug against your rear, resting hot and heavy in the valley of your cheeks. His throat bobs with a harsh swallow; hands wrapping around your sides, lazily tracing the curve between the bottom of your ribs to your hip bones. Mingyu’s hips move of their own volition, rutting across your ass as his cock continues to drool on your skin.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“Come on baby, I had a hard day. Need you to make me feel better.”

Mingyu's eyes find yours in the mirror. You know the pout on your lips will get you everything you want. Mingyu knows it too.

“Condom,” he prompts.

There’s a stash in the drawer to your left but Mingyu is fully aware he lacks the will power to reach over and grab one when his hands are filled with something so much more enticing right now.

As you shake your head with a mischievous quirk of lips, he’s pretty sure you’re playing a cruel joke on hum.

“Shit,” He curses. “Are you serious?”

“Fuck me, Gyu.”

Palming his cock, Mingyu recites a silent prayer that he doesn’t blow his load immediately. This is the first time he gets to fuck you raw and goddamit if it’s short lived. Tracing his tip through the mess between your legs, he collects your arousal to lube him up. He can feel how soaking you are at the idea of him fucking you without the barrier of latex, inner thighs smeared with your essence. Hopefully you’ll come as quickly as he probably will.

“You’re so dirty, letting me stuff you with my cock like this. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you gasp when he nudges your clit. “Your dirty girl.”

“That’s right, my dirty girl.” He growls as he pushes inside you.

The first inch has you both closing your eyes, vision filled with stars. As nice as he feels bare inside you, it’s the mental is getting you off more than the physical. Every time Mingyu stretches you out on his cock is a treat, but the knowledge that the flared head of his cock pressing deep inside is leaving traces of his seed along your walls has you breathless. You’ve never let anyone else fuck you like this and a part shielded in your chest hopes he’s that last to.

Mingyu is more or less losing his shit behind you. The scorching wet clamp of your silky inner muscles that he’s only felt on his tongue or fingers is better than he could ever imagine. Your pussy gushing to coat his cock as he splits you open has him on the verge of tears. When he’s settled in, your ass pressed firmly to his pelvis, you wiggle against him.

Mingyu responds by pressing forward, pinning your hips to the counter harshly to prevent you from moving again. You’re clenching around him so hard, it takes all of his self control not to cum.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You mewl.

You’re really not helping.

“Calm down.” He grits out, both to himself and you.

“Need it.”

“Oh you need it?” He chides, delivering a bruising thrust.

You reward him with a sharp whine.

“Calm down baby, I'll give it to you. Always do, don't I?”

One hand circles the base of your throat, not squeezing; just resting the curve against his palm as his thumb trails along the side of your neck. It stops your breath anyway. But then Mingyu leans down to press his chest with your back, face coming into view right over your shoulder to whisper in your ear while looking you in the eye through the mirror.

“But you gotta be a good girl and spread it for me.”

You heave at his words, afraid you might pass out. Hands scramble to grab your own ass cheeks, pulling the flesh apart so he has a clear view of your pussy sucking him in as he starts curling his hips inside you.

The way he’s fucking you is vulgar. Hand wrapped around your throat as the other moves back into your hair, your own brushing the tops of his thighs as he cants against your ass, balls slapping against your pussy with each thrust. Mingyu leans back to watch himself disappear into your cunt, pulling you up into an arch. The feel without a condom is melting his brain but the visual absence of latex is doing incredible damage to his psyche too.

You both are a mess of sweet whines and rough groans, bathroom echoing with the clapping of skin and wet squelch of your full pussy. Breaking his focus on the way your entrance stretches to accommodate his thick cock splitting you open, Mingyu looks in the mirror to watch the way your tits bounce in time with his hips; your mouth open in a silent scream, eyes misty with delirium as you watch him watching you.

“Feel so fucking good like this, shit.” He pants. “Hear how wet you are? Fucking love it don’t you?”

Your head falls forward pathetically, only stopped by the palm still resting around your throat. When Mingyu gives a tentative squeeze, you whimper a quiet agreement. He watches as you force a hand between your thighs, fingers rubbing your clit in tight circles to push you closer to the edge.

“Gonna come,” you whine.

“Yeah?” Mingyu asks, excitement clear as day. He tilts his hips to fuck deeper, stretching you just a little bit wider on his cock to send you home.

“Fuck!” You sob, tensing as your orgasm washes over you.

Every muscle in your body ignites, squeezing impossibly tighter as electricity snaps through your nerves, licking your veins and exploding your field of vision in a blinding white. Like a taunt bow string being released, you curl in on your chest as you clench around your boyfriend’s cock, gushing down shaky thighs. Your free hand grips the edge of the sink, holding on for dear life as you twitch in his hold.

“Where do you want it?” Mingyu cries, two seconds behind you and using his last functioning brain cell to not piss you off by assuming he can finish inside despite wanting nothing more. “Gotta tell me where you want, Y/N.”

“On me, wanna feel you on me!” You cry, still playing with your clit as you pry open teary eyes to watch Mingyu from the mirror.

A bright red blush spreads across his chest and up his neck, glistening with beads of sweat and condensation from the steam clogging the air. His bottom lip swollen from where it's locked between clenched teeth, neck straining and biceps bulging from his harsh grip on your body. He has enough sense of reality to slip the hand around your throat into your hair, gathering the strands in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of the way of the mess he’s about to make.

He pulls out with seconds to spare against a tsunami of pleasure that begins to surge through his body, beginning in his balls and crashing outward to swamp his nerves. It ripples across his skull, raising goosebumps in its wake as it ebbs through his blood stream. Mingyu’s abdomen flexes as he fists his cock still slick with your combined arousal over your ass; thick streaks of his seed rushing forward. You feel a hefty rope land between your shoulder blades, the sticky heat intoxicating as it trickles down your back. A few drops sputter on the dip of your spine and your hand still spreading you wide, decorating you in his own diamonds.

Mingyu can’t help the way he stares at your hole, obsessed with how you clench around nothing like you’re missing something. He wishes he was watching you squeeze around his dick, his cum dripping out of you with each pulse of muscle. Maybe someday he’ll get to.

As your orgasms subside, weariness circles on the edge of your senses. Two sets of eyes flutter shut, chests heaving and hearts beating in time. Unwinding his hand from your hair, Mingyu lets it gently rest next to your hip on the counter, preventing him from collapsing against you and into the sticky residue he’s left. He can’t feel his legs, head empty of coherent thought. Unconsciously, his thumb traces the dimple at the base of your spine, the gentle caress grounding him to his body.

The quiet of the bathroom is only disturbed by the hum of the overhead fan. You both are spent, muscles weak and nerves fried. Occasionally a deep breath interrupts but it's peaceful as you bask in each other's presence.

“Oh my god,” you pant, breaking his trance.

“Hmm?”

“How did you get cum on the mirror?”

#svthub #svt x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #kim mingyu #svt smut #seventeen smut #kim mingyu smut #dghe couple #🫡 highvern #not seeing heaven for this one I fear

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ieatangstforbreakfast · 5 months

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Pairing ೃ⁀➷ 1610! Miles Morales x Fem! Reader

Summary ೃ⁀➷ Based off of Conan Gray’s song, Heather.

Genre ೃ⁀➷ Unrequited love, one shot

Tags ೃ⁀➷ Unrequited Love, Really rushed, It’s like twelve here damn, short one shot, Reader is a hopeless romantic idk anymore, not proofread, it’s mostly just poetic shit idk

Author's Note ೃ⁀➷ ill design it tomorrow goddamn it i just wanted to write, might wake up and rewrite idfk

“𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫,”

Suddenly, all of what was left of November passed, with the dead, scarlet leaves the only homage remaining of the autumn that’s escaped your grasps. Autumn left as quick as it came, you couldn’t even bid a proper adieu.

When you think of December, you think of this icy wonderland— a winter that’d leave you huddling in the comfort of thick coats and hot chocolate, while patiently waiting on the nearing holiday that was prancing around the corner. Instead, what poured was not the icy flare of snow, but rain heavy enough to send you and Miles bolting off for cover.

In the thick downpour, your giggles emanated throughout the dim alleyways as the two of you sought sanctuary beneath a bus stop, somehow able to shield yourselves from the pitter-patters that raged on in a sideway fall.

“Oh my God, your hair.” You pointed at his drenched curls, a low laugh following along. Miles shook his head, running his fingers through the fluff of his waves when it poofs up again after a few turns. “It’s got magic, don’t worry.”

You brush your hands over the drenched skirt of your uniform, cursing to yourself. “Kinda need that magic for my clothes too.”

“That’s ‘cause you ain’t a magical being like me,” He huffs while wiping his hoodie. “You’s a mere mortal.”

“Okay, extraterrestrial being, control the damn weather then.”

“Hell yeah I will,” He snaps his fingers up to the skies. “Rain harder f’me, clouds!”

And the rain oh-so-gracious heeds his command. After a short while of cursing him out, you and Miles sat by the bench with your laughs easing down— replacing the excitement with a shared sort of exhaustion. With your heads pressed against the graffiti-covered glass wall behind you, you take a moment to subtly angle your head and look at Miles. He doesn’t notice it at first, but when he catches on, he turns and exchanges the stare with his own, a subtle “What?” escaping his lips.

From the chill of your spine, you mumbled.

“Nothing.”

You sheepishly looked away. “I’m just.. So exhausted, God. I need to work on my cardio.” A small fit of coughs exit your lips, covered up by the block of your wet sleeve. “I don’t understand how you get to run so quick— I couldn’t even see anything.”

“You still caught up pretty quick,” He beams. “Gotta admit, you’re a quick runner.”

“Thanks, I practice by running away from my problems.” A heft chuckle followed. “M’just kidding.”

Miles takes notice of your quivering hand— a frail shiver emanating ‘til the tips of your fingers. For a moment, the short idea of wrapping his hand over yours crosses his mind, but he shoots it down as soon as it came. It inches only a tad bit closer, but the image of someone else flashes in his mind when he looks at you like this.

“What a mood.”

“Running away from problems?”

“Yeah.”

You raised a brow. “You? You run away from your problems?”

He lazily shrugged with a hum. “Everybody runs away from their problems every now and then. It’s aight.”

“In a way, I guess,” You lean a little closer, but your shoulders never touching. “But in the end, no matter how much we run away, it’s all gonna end up catching up to us.”

Miles shoots you an amused look. “You been paying attention to philosophy class lately?”

“Prof Martha and I are besties, y’know.” A tint of sarcasm colored your words, redefining your connection to the strict teacher. “She likes me so much, she calls my name first during every fucking recitation.”

“It’s cause you’s always on that damn phone.”

“With or without my damn phone, nothing can make me sit still throughout her lecture.” A gruff huff escaped your mouth.

“Damn, not even me?”

You looked at him, wondering if he was flirting with you or if it was just your delusional brain whispering sweet theories into your ear. But even then, you admit.

“Ionno, maybe.”

You couldn’t even look him in the hazel of his pretty eyes.

“Maybe?”

He sounded half-disappointed, but you didn’t want to plant a presumptive seed inside your overly creative brain. That word alone’s enough to craft you a million what-ifs later on when you’re fading into the world of your dreams.

A chill runs down your spine.

“… I think I’m definitely gonna get sick tomorrow.”

“Oh, shit,” He sits up. “We definitely can’t have that happening.” Immediately after, he starts taking off his sweater. You flush, rambling on with the same question; “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Our presentation’s tomorrow, and if anybody’s gonna be presenting the damn thing, it ain’t me— so you,” He tosses it over to you. “You wear this for now.”

You hesitate for a moment, dragging your hands towards the red polyester with a raised brow.

“How about you?”

Miles shrugged. “I can make do. My system’s made out of steel.”

“Made out of steel but you can’t perform for shit?” You pull the sweater over your head, the fluffy thing engulfing you into warmth. It was still somewhat damp from the rain, but it was better than earlier.

“Huh,” Miles sat back as you looked up to meet his gaze. “.. Would you look at that. It looks better on you than it does on me.”

Your eyes glanced down at the crimson, your hands smoothing out the creases of the cloth. “Really? I don’t usually wear this shade.”

“You don’t?”

“I’m more of a.. Less saturated kinda gal.”

“.. I mean, you can have it if you want.”

You shot him a look of disbelief. “.. Does this sweater have a hole because if you’re giving this away I—“

“It doesn’t have a hole, [Y/n].”

And your name rolled off his tongue so gently, it caught you off guard.

“I just think it looks better on you.”

Upon that murmur, he crossed his arms over his chest and sunk deep into the comfort of his seat. You’re stuck contemplating with an open palm, straightening the creases of his sweater. “Are you really giving this to me? ‘Cause I can give it back to you after laundry day.”

He shook his head. “Just.. Think of it as an early Christmas gift.”

“.. Thank you, then.” A smile crossed your lips. “I’ll keep it forever.”

When you see the way he looks at you— like a sort of guilt laced in hesitation, but a certain sort of awe. At that moment, a sense of hope lingered inside you like a dream. You think, maybe, just maybe, that helpless look in his eyes— that sort of gut wrenching longing— was crafted entirely and solely, exclusively for you.

But you knew that gaze of his wasn’t for you.

And you knew exactly who he was pretending you to be.

Oh, if only I was her.

Feelings, your feelings— erratic, volatile, and erupting out of you like a bird unwilling to be caged. You wanted to speak, say it— just say it.

But your hair wasn’t as golden as hers, your cheeks weren’t as rosy as hers. You wanted her effortless pixie hair cut, her ballerina grace. She reminded you of those flowers fleeting in the wind, like the purple heaths they called ‘Heathers’. You wanted to smell like her sweet perfume, do everything the way she does, just so Miles could look at you the way you imagined he’d look at her.

His doe-eyed sweetness. You wished you could own it, you wished he’d spare at least a part of it for you.

Rather, you wanted all of him for yourself.

You wanted a glimpse of this girl beyond the confines of Miles’ dabbles in watercolor and markers. You’d much rather prefer the object of your jealousy walk across your sights, smile with the bunny teeth he likes so much, and make your stomach churn rather than have you dwell over a 2D image you couldn’t help but gauntly skim past.

What is it about you that I can’t make Miles look at me?

Maybe if you’d meet her beyond his sketchpad and recollections, then maybe you’d understand why he can’t get her out of his mind.

At that moment, she was just someone you wished to be.

The bright red of this polyester which you deemed unfitting of your skin. You wondered if Miles truly meant it when he said it suits you— or if what he truly meant was that the shade would’ve looked great on her.

As the sweater was yours, but Miles was hers.

Your arms meet with a tiny press, and you feel his shiver. It was only so subtle, but at the ease of his shoulders, you couldn’t help but think as he looked onto the empty space with a blank stare.

Wish I were Heather.

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grimalkinmessor · 4 months

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Okay but Reigen's ability to lie and change masks at will means that he can be literally anyone Mob needs him to be at any given time. And he often is.

I was thinking about this because I rewatched the break-up episode and Reigen's words had always caught me a little off guard when he said all that stupid shit to Mob, because—and yes this is the point I suppose—he's never usually that harsh with Mob. Because the rod isn't what Mob needs, and Reigen knows it, and he usually tries to be the best shishou he can be whilst still lying to his disciple about everything else :'D So I considered Reigen insulting Mob and going after his friends to be largely out of character for him!

But, I realized that the series focuses so much on Mob's inner struggle that we don't get to see a lot of Reigen's. And for Reigen, who has had Mob all to himself for close to three years, the sudden influx of people taking Mob's time and attention would've been highly alarming and disquieting to him. Because for literal years, Reigen was the village raising the child.

Before the series started, Mob and Ritsu were still distant if loving. His parents don't seem to make much of an impact on is life either. And before joining the BIC, Mob had no friends either. He just kind of,,,existed. The only person he could've considered a friend was Reigen. Reigen gives him advice and life lessons like a parent, jokes around and heckles him like a friend, and scolds him when he's being dumb like a mentor. Reigen didn't raise Mob (he does still have parents for that and Reigen has only known him three years out of fourteen) but before canon he did seem to have a great deal of control and say-so over Mob's life.

And yes, again this is bad. It's unhealthy at best. But Reigen's options in the beginning were either fire Mob and send him away so that wouldn't happen, or keep him by his side and encourage him to make friends as they went along and Mob learned more control and social skills from him. The latter might've even been Reigen's original plan once he realized he actually likes Mob as opposed to him just being a random kid. But then, of course :) Reigen gets attached :)) Too attached, even :)))

Enough so that when the time comes and Mob actually DOES start to make friends, Reigen feels deeply threatened. Fondness has blossomed out quite nicely into codependence, and now Reigen—who is also deeply, incredibly lonely—cannot imagine a life without Mob in it anymore. He doesn't like the thought of Mob drifting away. Outgrowing him. So he opens his mouth and puts his foot directly inside, trying to alienate Mob from his friends and secure his spot as top friend dog once again. (Honestly as if there was any question 🙄).

Thankfully, Mob nips that shit in the bud IMMEDIATELY. Because again, he's been with Reigen for the past three years, and other than some of the other bullshit bout spiritual powers, Reigen has been largely very wise and helpful when giving life advice. It was very likely his OWN teachings and words about being wary of being manipulated and conned that helped Mob recognize it that fast.

So Mob leaves, and Reigen...crumbles.

Damn near instantly.

He tries to convince himself that he doesn't need Mob, that he's fine without him and that he never even cared about him in the first place—but later we see that the idea of Mob leaving him for good makes him actually, physically nauseous. That moment in the alleyway, with the moths around the lamp as my witness, was a moment of death and rebirth within Reigen's psyche. Again with the moths there that might be obvious lmao. The singular moth dying there might even be a reference to the fact that only one of Reigen and Mob's relationship problems have been addressed (and somewhat?? solved?? at least in the way that Reigen has acknowledged the need for change in himself on this front).

Idk, I just think it's interesting :3 He was alone in his friendship with Mob for a very long time, and I think he panicked more than made any sort of cold calculated move to be an asshole. He and Mob are similar in that way; they both found someone who needed and understood them, Mob with his powers and Reigen with his tricks and acts, both of them using their abilities for the other's benefit. I love the break-up arc so much, it's so much fun to think about 💖

#mobrei #reimob #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #mob #kageyama shigeo #breakup arc

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deangirlsstuff67 · 1 year

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Good Girl

MOC! Dean x Reader

Warnings: Praise, sex toys, MOC! Dean, bondage, Unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, anal play, P in V, dirty talk

Summary: Dean and Sam are fighting yet again. You hear glass shatter against a wall, followed by a very angry Sam slamming his door. Feeling brave, you go in search of Dean.

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They're at it again. Those two fight worse than a married couple these days. Makes sense given the current situation we all find ourselves living in. I just don't think angering Dean is the wisest choice, he's already on the edge most days. It would take a soft wind to blow him over.

Sadly, your new to hunting, meaning the guys don't listen to you on a good day. Couple years ago Dean and Sam saved your crazy ass when a nest of vampires came to town and killed your family. You are 22 years old and bought the boys enough whiskey at the local bar to make them agree you could come back to the bunker.

Dean tries to avoid you as much as possible. While you don't get the feeling he hates you, you do know you make him uncomfortable.

Sam has taken you under his wing as a little sister. Teachs you the basics of fighting and makes you read lore book after lore book. And in this place I think I'll be dead before I get through it all.

Even Cas has taken a liking to you. He teaches you about angels and you teach him how to be less awkward, it's sort of working.

Glass shattering brings you back to the present.

Well fuck, that can't be a good sign. Moments later heavy, angry foot steps deasend the hallway and a door slams. Sam's door, meaning Dean's still out there... pissed.

With a loud sigh you get out of bed. You're wearing one Dean's flannels and black lacy underwear. You've always had a crush on the older Winchester. Tonight you're hoping the outfit will work like armor. Dean's a ladies man after all, and your not bad looking if you say so yourself.

Slowly and quietly you make your way towards the command center in search of the ticking time bomb known as Dean. This is most definitely a bad idea but you can't stand the thought of him alone with all that rage running through his veins.

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The scene you walk in on saddens your soul. Dean has the bottle of amber liquor sitting beside him as he stares at the wall and broken glass. So lost in his own head he doesn't hear me coming until I'm standing in front of him.

Those bright green eyes rake up and down my body, the farther they travel the darker they become. When he drags his eyes back to mine they are damn near pitch black. Lust sparkling in them.

Oh fuck.

You try to sound strong and confident, but let's face it this man melts you into a puddle at his feet.

"Dean..." your voice is higher than normal, barely above a whisper, "are you o... okay?"

His breathing is labored, coming out in deep puffs that shake his shoulders. To look at him you'd think he was on the verge of murder. But it's his eyes, they tell a very different story.

"That’s my shirt y/n." The way your name rolls of his tongue is dangerous. Sending a warmth straight to your core, making you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together.

His eyes snap down to your soaking core. Shit, he noticed. Of course he did, wouldn't be a good hunter if he didn't have reflexes of a cat.

"I didnt think you'd mind. I need to do laundry. " You go to reach for his hand but he stands abruptly. Without a word he turns to leave the room, and you.

Why Dean.

Not this time. You rush him from behind but your plan back fires. Next thing you know Dean has you pinned against the wall and his hard body. Very hard... ALL of it.

After a couple moments of silence you have to ask, "why do you always run from me?"

A smile curls those perfectly soft lips before he lightly pumps his hips into yours, making his hard cock rub deliciously against your dripping core.

Well fuck, it's not that he hates me, it's that he likes me... a lot.

Now or never y/n.

Feeling brave you look him dead in the eye and ask, "why don't you use some of that pent up anger for some good big guy?" Finishing off by grabbing his cock through his jeans, hard.

Groaning, Dean rips you off the wall and down the hall.

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Bondage. Should have seen this coming in hindsight. The man thrives on control. Even more so now.

Here I am tied to Dean's bed via handcuffs. The beautiful specimen in his black boxers looking down at me as he pushes the small vibrator straight onto my bundle of nerves, again.

"Such a good girl for me. Think you have one more in that tight little pussy for me?" He moves a finger down to the plug he worked into my tight channel and softly taps.

My head is spinning from the previous orgasms he's pulled from my body already, the most I can do is let out a loud moan in answer.

This is a side of Dean I've never experienced before. He's enjoying making me cock drunk. Thriving on the power it supplies him. At least if the ever growing wet spot at the top of his boxers is any indication.

"Beg me sweetheart. Beg for my cock to fill you, stretch you." My eyes are closed but I know he's close. I can feel his hot breath on my cheek as he leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Dean... pl.. please can I.. I have your co.. cock"

"You're sound so pretty when you beg Princess." He lifts the vibrator off my clit just before another orgasm rips through my body. I whimper at the lose making him laugh.

Before I have time to protest my lose, Dean positions himself between my shaking thighs and feeds his rock hard dick into my soaking core.

Groans echo off the walls of his room as we adjust to the feel of each other. He's huge. That big dick cocky energy isn't a lie, the man's packing.

"Y/N you feel amazing wrapped around my cock." Slowly he pulls out until nothing but the tip is left then he slams back in. Handcuffs rattling from the movement.

He takes me hard and fast. Working both of us into a frenzy of moans and whimpers. Soon I'm clamping down on his cock making it harder for him to pull out as I scream his name and flood his member and thighs.

It's all it takes to send him over the edge as he joins me. Rope after rope of warm cum fills my quivering walls. He's Cummings so hard I can feel it begin to leak out of me and down my thighs.

Dean collapses onto my worn-out body. Only moving to undo the handcuffs and bring my arms down to massage as he catches his breath. Once we are back on planet Earth, he eases his soften dick from my abused core, the mixture of us leaking out.

Memorized for a moment, he takes his fingers and gently pushes it back inside me, causing my to whimper.

Dean smiles down at me, satisfied and moves to the bathroom to clean up and bring me a wet cloth. After he's done cleaning us up, he grabs my body and man handles it to a postion of his liking as we cuddle together.

Moments pass in silence before Dean speaks, "thank you. That was exactly what I needed to calm the mark. You're amazing sweetheart."

"Anything for you Dean."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

A soft giggle leaves my lips, "not in a bad way."

Dean sends me a naughty smirk and wink before taking my lips in a passionate kiss.

"Get some rest Princess, I have plans for us when we wake."

It's the last I hear before sleep takes my exhausted body into the land of slumber, dreaming of tomorrow and what awaits me.

#dean girl #dean winchester #jensen ackles #supernatural #spn fanfic #deanwinchtser #dean x you #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x original female character #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x ofc #dean winchester x reader

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delaber · 1 year

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The Ask Out (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: After having finally plucked up the courage to approach the handsome stranger who’s been eyeing you for weeks, you’re disappointed when he doesn’t ask you out despite the signals you’ve been sending.

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Fluff fluff fluff

As you scan Bucky's handsome features for what feels like the millionth time tonight, you're trying to decide for yourself which category he falls under: 'not interested at all' or 'just really thick'.

...God, with the embarrassing way you've been making an ass of yourself, you sure hope it's the latter. To flirt so obviously only to find out he's not the least bit interested would be absolutely devastating, so you hope that he truly hasn't understood the signals of your batting eyelashes and the vigorous hair-flipping to the point where you have damn near given yourself whiplash. It's a stretch, but maybe he's even honestly mistaken your featherlight touches and prolonged eye contact for mere friendliness?

If you're unlucky, however, his unaffected behaviour is simply because he doesn't look at you that way - which would suck - and if you're really unlucky (and this is without a doubt the worst scenario you can think of) he's only keeping you pity-company because he's too polite to leave you alone in a crowded bar.

Gaaah!

The humiliating thought alone is enough to give you a stomachache, so you're hoping, hoping, hoping to dear God that he's just a little thick-headed...

"So, what are you doing this weekend?" you flirtily try asking him while seductively tilting your head to the side, hoping that if the suggestive words alone aren't enough, the vulnerable body language will put ideas into his head.

"No plans," Bucky shakes his head with a small, charming chuckle that thankfully seems genuine.

Silently, you conclude that he does seem to be enjoying himself even though he hasn't made any move at all to advance your conversation to more than just, well, conversation.

"How about you?" he continues, "doing anything fun?"

"Oh, I'm not doing anything either," you chuckle suggestively and wink at him but he doesn't take the bait and just smiles shyly at you before quickly emptying his beer bottle, clearly unsure of how to react to that.

"Bummer," he ends up shrugging and even though he's still smiling at you, you feel the last remnants of hope slip through your fingers.

To say you are disappointed is an understatement; Bucky is funny and sweet and very easy on the eye, but he's making it more and more obvious that he's only settling for a night in your company because the alternative is worse: drinking with his friend who's clearly only out for the night because he's on the prowl for some tail.

Fucking bummer, you think to yourself and is about to place him in the category marked 'not interested at all' when his smile goes all charming and crooked again. It makes you pause mid-thought and with a pounding heart, you wait to put the definitive label on him.

"Do you -" he hesitates for a moment and your breath hitches in your throat as you without thinking are about to blurt out that yes, you'd love to go out with him! But then he points towards the bartender over his shoulder,"- do you want another drink?"

Your heart immediately sinks back to the bottom of your stomach.

He might be enjoying your company but he's certainly not crushing on you as hard as you are crushing on him, so you shake your head no. "I should probably head home," you point over your shoulder in the opposite direction, "- I have an early shift tomorrow morning."

"Oh..." a disheartened look flashes over his features for a split second before effortlessly being replaced with a careful smile that makes you wonder what he really thinks of your turndown. "Okay," he nods respectfully without pushing you to stay although he does sound a bit despondent. You honestly cannot decipher him...

"I had a great time," you smile and softly bump your knee against his in one last attempt at showing him that you're interested in him.

"Me too," he nods and shifts a little in his seat, his eyes never leaving yours.

You can't quite figure out if your gesture is making him slightly uncomfortable or not, but at least he looks sincere as his blue irises start scanning your face.

Kiss me. Ask if you can see me again. Get my number. Anything!

But he's still just smiling softly, clearly unsure of what to do with himself.

Disappointment growing hot in your stomach when he keeps his silence, you move your knee away from his and step out of the booth. You know a lost cause when you see one, and Bucky clearly doesn't want to go out with you.

"Well, thank you for a lovely evening," you fight to put on a smile as you pull on your jacket.

"Yeah... thanks," he breathes and looks as if he isn't quite ready to let go of the night yet as he studies your every movement.

"I'll see you around, okay?"

"Yeah," he smiles again though it falls a little flat. "See you."

With one last look at his fidgeting hands, you turn on your heel and walk out the door, ready to leave this catastrophe of a wonderful night behind you. You really like him, and he'd made you feel so special...

"What a fucking disappointment," you give out a sigh as the cold night air hits your cheeks and you take a moment to just breathe as you overlook the almost empty street, deciding on walking home.

Fumbling for your gloves in the pockets of first your coat and next your bag, you realise that you must've left them inside, and with a slightly irritated huff, you push open the door behind you again, hoping you can avoid running in to the man who so brutally have just rejected you.

He's not in the booth anymore and you breathe a sigh of relief when you manage to fight your way through the crowds unnoticed and over to the lonely gloves lying atop of the leather seat, you'd only just occupied minutes earlier.

As you pocket them and zip up your jacket again, ready to get the hell home so you can forget all about tonight, you hear a familiar voice hissing in frustration from the bar and it makes you freeze in your tracks.

"I'm such a goddamn idiot!" Bucky is vexing and running his fingers over his face, obviously very angry with himself while his friend who'd introduced himself as Sam nods in agreement.

"Go after her," Sam says with a roll of his eyes. "Simple as that.”

"I can't go after her now?! I choked! It was embarrassing!" Bucky's hisses while his fingers once again roll down his face in frustration, "I cannot believe I fucking blew it!"

"Dude, you've been gawking at each other every time we come here," Sam sighs, "you didn't blow it - she clearly has a thing for bionic men," he smirks with a shrug.

"Ha-ha, very funny" Bucky says sourly, grinding his teeth without looking the least bit amused. "God, I need a whisky," he turns around to face the bartender and Sam seems to heave a deep breath as his eyes scan around the bar for someone else to introduce Bucky to.

He doesn't seem to find any of interest over at the tall tables nor on the dance floor, but when his eyes land on you by the booths, his lips spread wide. "Hey man," he elbows Bucky in the side, and you start walking over to them, more interested in the mystery that is Bucky Barnes than ever before. Seems like you mislabelled him after all...

Bucky turns around with a deadpan look on his face that disappears within the second as he locks eyes with you. Immediately, he straightens his back.

"Oh, hey," he breathes and runs a hand through his hair when you stop right in front of him, "you're back."

"Forgot my gloves," you cannot contain the smile that erupts on your face when he looks downright relieved to see you again.

"Yeah, yeah okay," his eyes wander down your entire frame, "have you checked over by the booth?"

"Got them," you nod your head and hold out the two pieces of leather for him to see. "I just came over because I wanted to say proper bye to you."

"Yeah?" He smiles broadly and swats Sam's arm away when his pointed elbow meets Bucky's ribcage. "Yeah, hey, uhm, listen," he licks his lips and looks suddenly nervous. It's cute. "I wanted to ask you if maybe you - uh - you wanna - uhm - do something this weekend maybe?" He exhales heavily, "...with me, I mean."

"Yeah!" you grin excitedly, "yeah, I'd love to do something this weekend," you chuckle happily and can't help but teasingly add a "- with you, I mean."

"Great!" he nods and looks a fifty-fifty mixture of proud and surprised, "yeah, great, can't wait!"

"Me neither," you chuckle, and he carefully joins in. "Good thing I forgot my gloves so you could finally ask me, huh?"

"Yeah - uhm - sorry about that," he awkwardly laughs and rubs his neck while his cheeks blush pink. "I wasn't sure if you wanted me to and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable..." he smiles shyly again and as your heart soars in your chest, you can finally place him under his proper categories: insanely cute, handsome, clever, flirty, sweet, but my god, really, really thick!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes clueless #bucky fluff

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aphroditesmoon · 9 months

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sea, swallow me (part II)

jacaerys velaryon x fem!velaryon!reader

part 3

summary: when jacaerys finally meets the hidden bastard of corlys velaryon, he loses interests in his betrothed Baela and intends to make her aunt his, but are you really what your family has made you up to be?

warnings: this fic is inspired by the movie 'song of the sea', CANON DIVERGENCE, slowburn, aged up jace (18 yrs old), reader has selective mutism (she CAN talk), reader is 5 years older than jace, selkie! reader, reader's race is NOT specified(adopted!reader), cursing, nsfw content in future chapters,typical ASOIAF sexism, typical asoiaf targcest.

a/n: if u can't swim irl its okay, me neither, thats why we have fanfics, to pretend we can.

taglist: @marytargaryen , @cdragons , @libdarkheart , @bellstwd , @dianxiaxiexie

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They'd all call you a liar and a child if you'd tell them that from where you're standing right now, inside of your father's study with Rhaena, you could hear the ocean waves vividly. You could feel them splash onto the sand as clear as it sounds in your ears.

But unfortunately, the enchanting sounds of the sea had been cut short once your father started to speak. "No." A short but loud enough answer to send shivers on your skin. "It doesn't have to be long, she could sail back here after a moon-"

"You wish her to leave for a whole moon?" He asks in a storm of a voice, silencing Rhaena. "I've kept her here for her own protection. You have no idea how much we've already compromised with the feast-"

"Then why have it at all?" The younger girl snaps, out of anyone's expectation. "Why go all the way for the damn feast just to lock her up again? Do you ever intended to ever let her see outside of Driftmark?" She challeges him boldly. He is quiet.

"And what of marriage? She is two and twenty. Will you ever wed her to anyone?"

You turn your face down, avoiding looks from either of them. "Never." You hear him whisper, too low for Rhaena's ears. "You don't understand anything, you are a child. "

"I am no child, and you shall not treat me as one! What will happen once you die? Who will she have then?" Corlys slaps his hand loudly againts the desk as he gets up. "That is enough, I'll have you here no more, go pack your things like you should. My answer is final." Rhaena opens her mouth to defy him again but pauses when she feels you pulling her by her arm. You gently lead her out the room and pressed a kiss by her temple before shutting the doors close.

You walk towards Corlys the same time you hear Rhaena walks away from the chamber. Your father eyes your movements, as if scared you'd jump him. "You think me cruel." He says matter of factly. You shook your head once you're in front of him. "I think you're irrational." The man sighs loudly at the sound of your voice and slumps himself on the chair.

"I can take care of myself." He raises a brow at you. "I don't doubt it. But these men, they- what if they started asking the wrong questions? What will you say then?"

You squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. "I'll say nothing. And I'll walk away."

"That's not good enough." The wind was howling so strongly that the curtains was flowing inside from the window. "It's good enough to me! Rhaena is right, I am trapped here, I have nothing, no purpose, no one who needs me." He nears you with a sadness in his gaze. "I need you." "No you don't." You roll your eyes. "In 5 days you'll leave to sail for god knows how many moons, and I'll be left alone again- and don't say I have Rhaenys, I do not."

Your father turns quiet again before turning his back from you. "I love you, and I know more than you do of this world. Leave and never ask me of this again."

You were stunned by his conclusion. A bitter laugh spills from your throat. "You're kidding me?" He says nothing.

"I ask for this one thing. One thing, and you can't even do this for me." You move towardd the door to leave him until he calls for you again. "Wait-"

You twist your neck to look at him, cheeks wet and eyes angry. "You were gone last night. Rhaena said she couldn't find you. At the same time Baela had trouble searching for Jacaerys-" you sigh loudly. "Are you really asking me what I think you are?" Your voice was hostile and mean. "I do not wish to make assumptions-"

"Then don't. I was in my chambers, I wasn't feeling well. And as for the prince, how would I know?" That seemed a good enough answer to satisfy Corlys as he asked nothing more before you slammed his door.

A cage was what these beautiful walls are to you. Once upon a time you had thought it enough. Now, you wanted more.

♧♣︎♧ what happened that night

The night of the feast was better than the eve of it. You weren't lying when you said that you've left to your chambers. You did for a good few minutes. Before you snatched your coat and slipped through the window.

Your feet was fast and strong, a swimmer's feet, Laenor once joked. A sharp pain attacked your chest. How peaceful the night sea was when everyone is inside. You could still hear the distant music and laughing crowds. It was beautiful.

The moon felt like a mirror as you stepped one foot at a time inside the water, walking towards the giant reflective shape. You slipped the coat over yourself, and then ducked into the water, swimming further and further before sinking down.

Jacaerys was slow. His hands were quicker, a knight's strength. His father once told him. He's not sure if it's true anymore.

He had hid behind the walls of the corridor that led to your room, waiting for you to leave. When he heard no sounds, he moved toward the stone railing that gives him direct view to the ocean. He sees something huddled on the sand, something that looked like your dress. So he doesn't think twice like he usually does and makes a quick escape down to the sea.

Once he's finally down to the sands, he jogs towards what he then confirmed are your clothes.

"My lady?" He calls out to nothing. There wasn't any sight of you anywhere. If you were swimming, how far could you have gone? "A pretty bad time to swim." He mutters to himself.

Picking up your dress, he puffes it and shook the sands out before swinging it over his shoulder. I'll wait. He tells himself. No one can swim underwater for that long.

So he does. Sitting down on the sand, he lets his eyes do the roaming, trying to spot you in the clear empty sea. Little waves were all there were for a while. Until soon a minute and two passes, and even the waves are dying down, he starts to worry.

Did you drown yourself? On purpose? Is that why this whole feast was held for? A last goodbye party before you killed yourself? He jumps up and throws your your dress off before taking his thickly sown clothes along.

Jacaerys is running into the water now, he's moving as fast as he can, searching through his left and right for any signs of you. The water was reaching his waist now, he takes a deep breath and dives in. He swims slowly, eyes wide open as he searches all around him. Once his lungs feels as though they've caught fire, he gives in and rises back up, coughing out water.

"My lady?" He yells slightly, still coughing. "My lady?" He tries again louder, walking further into the sea.

His heart was beating so fast he was sure it'd jump out. She's dead at the bottom of the ocean. Because you're too late.

His fingers were clenching at his side, shaking whilst also feeling the urge to punch someone. Once his breath has recovered themselves, he stares straight at the moon, and calls out for you again.

"My lady-" "Why are you yelling?" A voice beside him shouts.

Jacaerys jolts and turns to his left, taking in the view of your head above the water on his further left. "My lady." He gasps out, a relieved sigh leaving him.You watches as his body relaxes and he starts to walk towards you.

"What are you doing? Its half past midnight." He scolds you like a child, the strangeness between you both makes it feel worse, earning him a frown from you. "What's it to you?" You snapped, backing away from him when he's close. Jacaerys almost backs away when he remembers you were naked, but halts when he sees the white material covering you. "What- did you bring a coat? To swim?" Your eyes widen and your mouth opens to defend yourself but nothing came.

"It helps me swim." You decided finally.

He stares at you as if you're crazy. "Oh my god, I was right. You were trying to kill yourself." Your frown deepens and you raise your hand to slap his bicep before swimming further from him. "Why would I do that, you idiot? And what are you doing here? Following me and making accusations, I should tell my father of your behaviour." You yell louder at him.

He's startled by the confidence in your voice, a few minutes ago, he was certain you were mute, now he's been proven wrong. "You- you can talk." He breathes out, the realization hitting him late. "Why wouldn't you talk earlier?"

You shook off strands of your wet hair off your face. "Because I don't like talking to stupid men." Jacaerys bursts out laughing, againts his better judgement. "And such blatantly rude way of talking too!" He's bewildered by his discovery of you. "You think you're so funny? We'll see who's laughing when my father hears of this."

"I thought you tried to kill yourself! And with that heavy arse coat, you probably were. Have you tire of your life so much or did Dalton Greyjoy's annoying voice made you think the only way it could disappear from your memory is by death?"

He thought he'd done it then. Jacaerys was anything but courteous as the moment, but he had to ask, the whole situation was so amusing and bizarre that he had to. But then he notices your eyes squinting together whilst the frown had disappeared, and your lips were no longer pouting, it was grinning widely.

You were laughing. In fact, he's sure you could've woken up a deadly whale by your laugh. Not for how loud it was, but for how beautiful.

He's never heard anyone laugh like a melody. He understood now the songs he heard written of sirens luring sailors to their ends. For he'd drown there and then if you'd ask him to, with the same voice. You laughed again when you saw how stupidly he was smiling at you.

You're both in the deep waters, half naked with the moon at your feets. And you wondered if anyone had even noticed your disappearence or have wines made it's effect on them. "You're shirtless." You spoke then, after you've calmed down. His cheeks pinked as he puts on an annoyed face. "I- I was going to save you." You laughed again, right on his face as you finally swam closer.

"Alright, you can stop laughing now, we need to get back." You laughed louder, receiving a sigh from the young prince who finally gave up and moved toward the dry sands.

He snatched his clothing fast before putting it back on, squintinng at your floating head as you still stayed in the water. "Come on, get dressed." He tried to tell you as strict as he could sound. "I'm not changing in front of you, squid hands." His head jolts back at the insult. Were you calling him touchy or were you insulting his hands?

"Wha- you know, just- here's the dress, alright? I'll turn around."

He did as he said as you dressed yourself quickly and started walking to the castles without saying anything. The prince chases after you once he notices you've walked off, his footsteps making a mark on the sand. "What, no more talking?" You say nothing and shoved him off until he falls onto the sand when he tries to goad you.

Your face turns to your side as you try to hide your laugh when you hear him rolling off the grounds with a loud oof. "I'll get you for that-" he yells, voice sounding distant as you scrambled to the nearest stairs to your room, away from him.

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The first time you've been on a ship, was a few moons after you were claimed as Corlys' bastard. He wanted to see how you'd react to the sea. And his heart skipped when he sees how much you adored it and the ship. It was a sail to Kingslanding, you came with guards on your own, the queen's face was one so blurry, you can't recall how she looked like. But she was kind, despite the stern edge in her voice.

You were locked in a given chamber and had not seen or met anyone else besides the servants. Once time was up, you went back home with your father.

You never told him, or anyone. But being on that ship had brought back nightmares of your mother's death. Sailors were going mad that day. You were only 5, your mother and many other sea creatures had been caught by sailors. And not the usual ones.

Royal sailors.

They were more violent than the usual ones, they threw back many dead sea animals into the sea again. You presumed they weren't deemed good enough for the royalties. Your mother had disappeared for two days, she wasn't caught with the others and was instead snatched during her run from them. A singular harsh net pulled her up, and you saw the large but less noisy ship took her away from you.

When she finally came back, it was in the form of a corpse, and a woman. Her selkie coat was gone, and she had a straight line of a wound in between her chest. Dried up blood stained her along with your unseen tears.

If Corlys had known, he'd be much more insistent in seperatimg you fron the Targaryens, as it was their sigil on the ship.

But you were too young to be sure of what you'd seen, and too confused to point fingers towards anyone.

Evening had come, It was time for Rhaena to leave to Dragonstone with her family. You weren't going to send her off with your father as planned. You refuse to. That'll show him.

Dressed in your nightdress already, you groaned lowly when you heard a knock on the doors of your chambers.

You waited 10 seconds before walking up to answer it, counting with your fingers so you wouldn't seem desperate or too quick to accept your father's apology.

You almost flinch when the door opens to reveal Daemon Targaryen. He looks as confused as you are as he takes in your already sleepy appearance. "Why aren't you dressed to go yet?" You tilt your head in confusion.

"Ah." Daemon relaxes and hia knowing smirk returns to his face. "He purposely didn't tell you, that old cow. I've talked to your father, he's allowing you to come."

You continue to stare at him dumbly. Was he trying to kidnap you without your father's knowing. "I speak the truth when I tell you, he said yes. I also speak the truth when I say that the ship is leaving soon and you have barely half an hour to get dressed and packed."

Your eyes widen at the time given and spared him no thanks before you slam the door on his face and rush to your closet.

Was that all it took? A few insults (probably) from the rogue prince to get him to surrender? It didn't matter. You were leaving this box of a life, and you were going to make friends out of these people.

When the sharp memory of Jacaerys' face flashes on your mind. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to forget him. Soon enough after seeing his face on a daily, you'll tire of him. You're sure of it.

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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 9 months

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SO. ANOTHER. steal my girl by 1D.

this could probably be fem!reader

ranboo and reader have known eachother since they were about 15/16, and he's ALWAYS loved her. ALWAYS. once they finally start dating, maybe once they're both 17/18, ranboo starts steaming, chat says stuff along the lines of "y/n could do better" or "she deserves better than ranboo fr" or "i could get y/n EASY" so ranboo goes out of his way to say "no one can steal my girl, nor does she even WANT any of you." SOMETHIN ALONG THOSE LINES!!

literally SCREAMED at this bro , you have no idea

, my girl !!

☆ ranboo x fem!reader

warnings: she/her pronouns, fem reader, chat being a dick, protective ran (drives me crazy /pos), ran + y/n are both 19 in this fic, ran's pov entire fic ☽

☆ a/n: utterly obsessed with this ask !! lovely @heiijoy actually sent me a whole bunch of other amazing fic ideas in our messagesand i was screaming and giggling and kicking my feet the entire time !! yall dont know how excited am i abt being able to write this and have such amazing moots oml

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ranboo pov

I've always admired Y/n. I did then, and I still do.

Since I first saw her at the locker next to me in sophomore year, something just, clicked inside of me. At first, I originally saw her as a locker-hallway crush only, until classes got changed due to a teacher leaving. Suddenly, the hallway-locker crush turned into same-classes crush. For some odd reason, the teachers would also often pair us in the same partners and groups, and we would sit near or next to each other sometimes. I kind of just played it off as pure luck on my part.

I would see y/n in about 90% of my classes, but we were assigned permanent partners one day in English for the rest of the year. I got to talk way more to her in class, and we even hung out a few times. I eventually did get her number and we started to hang out more, but not just for study sessions. We eventually had a really strong friendship, but I still admired her.

Time skip, but one of my friends who was dating y/n's best friend told me that y/n actually liked me back, and she had for a while. At first I didn't believe him, until y/n texted me to meet up at the stargazing hill we always went to and told me she liked me.

After that, we started dating. I started my Twitch and YouTube around then, and started blowing up very quickly. Y/n was always there to support me and what I wanted to do, and I was eventually invited to the Dream SMP, which also quickly raised my following and reputation even more. When I got an invitation from Toby and Tommy to meet them in the UK, Y/n also came with me. She's always been at my side, streamer or not.

present day

"'Just Talking streams never end well'? Damn, you guys are mean!" I said, laughing and flipping off the camera.

I spinned my chair slightly to the left, focusing my eyes on the other monitor that showed StreamLabs and the chat. I scanned my eyes over the chat, and a few messages caught my eye.

user4531: hi everyone!

user78787877: y/n could do better tbh

ranboofan69: @user78787877 frrr she deserves more than ranboo

rainbow4eva: i love your shirt!

socoolfan: @ranboofan69 yeah i could get y/n SO EASY bro

I sighed loudly enough for the microphone to pick up. I looked back over to chat and saw moderators turn off chat to send a warning message and put it chat onto "emotes only" mode.

I laughed. "The fact some of you guys are so confident in stealing y/n from me is actually very funny." I stared into the webcam. "Y/n is my girl, nor does she even want any of you all."

Let's just say y/nboo and that clip was trending on Twitter for a little while.

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kinda a short but fic but i hope u guys liked !! thanks @heiijoy for the lovely req <3

please support me by liking, following, replying or reblogging! my inbox is currently CLOSED, so no requests for the time being or they will be deleted. thank you!

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damned-punk · 13 days

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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part Three

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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The next several days were spent texting Kidd about any and everything with no topic left unexplored. He’d start each day by texting you good morning and you’d end the night over the phone, telling him to get some rest when his speech slurred as a consequence of exhaustion. You found it so endearing when he’d send you random messages throughout the day, almost always relating to his job as a mechanic or a project that he was planning to work on as soon as his shift was over. Kidd made sure to ask about your day and the times you were free, opting to invite you to visit him at his house on your next day off.

You wanted so desperately to catch Hip up on your situation but she had still not replied to any of your previous calls or texts. Just thinking about what could’ve possibly caused such a change in your relationship was enough to make you ill. You forced yourself to focus on your pending day with Kidd, the only thing that seemed to effectively stabilize your thoughts. A part of you had started to wonder if she was upset that you’d grown so close to Kidd in such a short amount of time, but the idea was so irritating that you forced it to the back of your mind completely.

Much more pressing was the storm that had begun to rage shortly after you’d arrived at Kidd’s. You were trying your absolute damnedest to not let him see how scared you were but as thunder rumbled overhead and hail pattered against his windows, you clung to him tighter than ever before. Judging by the wide grin splayed across his handsome face, you could tell he was loving every second of it.

“Scared of a little rain?”, he said playfully, leaning his lips close enough to your ear that they brushed against it.

“No, I’m not.”, you retaliated with a furrowed brows and a pout, causing him to erupt with laughter at your stubbornness.

“If you’re not afraid, why are you holding onto me like I can control the weather?”, he teased you, squeezing your sides as a silent way to ease your nerves.

You shot him a glare which immediately faltered as the power flickered out. Your vice grip on his arm tightened as you nestled your face in the crook of his neck. The thunder only seemed to crack louder and tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes. You really didn’t want him to see you like this but his comfort was the only thing preventing you from panicking. A sudden, loud rattling sound emanated from the front door which caused you to flinch. Kidd’s large hands met your back and relief washed over you as Killer stepped in, hair dampened from the heavy rainfall.

“It’s piss-pouring the rain out there.”, he commented as he kicked off his boots, running thick fingers through blonde tangles, “I’m not surprised the power’s out.”

“It just happened and it’s damn near got this one in tears.”, Kidd continued to tease as he gestured down at you, your reddened face indicating your discomfort.

“Don’t let Kidd mess with you (Y/N), give it right back to his mean ass.”, Killer instructed playfully just before each of your phones buzzed at the same time, a severe weather warning popping up on the screens, “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it looks like this is a set-in storm.”

“Yeah, you’d be better off spending the night.”, Kidd rubbed circles into your back as you looked up at him with glazed eyes, “Not that I think you’d leave my side until it’s over away.”

You lightly swatted his chest in response to the comment as Killer shook his head. The three of you sat in the dark living room and talked about nothing in particular as the night went on, the occasional lightening strike providing momentary illumination. Unbeknownst to you, the two of them were purposefully keeping the conversation going to distract you from the weather. Killer took himself to bed after a while as exhaustion from a long shift became too persistent to ignore. Kidd took the opportunity to lead you to his room which, even with a lack of light, looked exactly as you’d imagined it would.

There were a few posters lining the walls and miscellaneous pictures of his friend group that had assuredly been gifted to him. His albums were nearly organized and displayed next to a large sound system, the volume of discs he’d collected was impressive. The closet was as nearly organized as everything else, each item seeming to have its own place. You snagged the biggest shirt you could find to sleep in, the garment perfectly distressed from being worn so frequently. As you stepped into his bathroom to change for the night, you couldn’t help but smile at the tubes of lipstick and eyeliner resting on the countertop. They were as unconventional as he was, but you couldn’t imagine him without such products adorning his already devastating features. When you reentered his room he was laid on his back on the bed, mindlessly scrolling thru his phone. As he turned to face you, his eyes grew a bit wide and his expression was unreadable.

“What’re you giving me that look for?”, you took on a serious tone to repay him for messing with you earlier in the evening.

“You’re wearing my shirt.”, he replied in a flat tone, his stoic face unwavering.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t bring any clothes with me so I thought I’d just wear something of yours to bed.”, you explained, starting to feel the beginnings of anxiety, “I can change back into my clothes, I should’ve asked first.”

“That’s not what I meant!”, he said a little loudly as he sat up and reached out to grab onto your waist, clumsily pulling you lay on top of him as you giggled, “You look good as hell.”

“Kidd.”, you laughed at his choice of words as they were rough but well intentioned, just like him.

You adjusted yourself to get more comfortable, using his chest as a pillow and positioning your leg over his own. He rested his hand between your shoulders as his thumb rubbed lazy circles, light snoring echoing throughout the quiet room as he fell asleep. The night was peaceful and you were sleeping soundly until the repetitive, rapid buzzing of Kidd’s cellphone on his nightstand woke the two of you. He lifted his phone to reveal Hip’s contact on the screen. He tossed his phone back onto the table and remarked that he wasn’t going to answer the call, she’d send a text if it were important anyway.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and flopped around until your positions had been flipped, you on your back and him nestling his head against your chest. He could tell that Hip’s call had made you tense so he opted to start making fun of how tightly you clung to him over a few drops of rain the night prior, the only way he knew to lighten the mood. He knew it’d worked when you scoffed at him, making it a point to mention how it was a hell of a lot more than just a few drops of rain. The sleepy laughs and wide grin that spread across his face from your defiance was contagious and caused your defense to falter. The two of you shared a glance and locked eyes, the seconds developed into minutes and you could feel your face growing warm.

Kidd leant up and hovered his lips over yours for a moment, giving you adequate time and space to push him away if you weren’t feeling the same things he was. He lowered his lips onto your own, only pulling away to get a look at your wide-eyed expression. You just looked so sweet lying underneath him, a tenseness swelling in his chest that made it difficult to breathe. He didn’t want to mess things up by moving too fast but he wanted you, needed you so badly. He resumed kissing you with a greater sense of urgency, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip as his hands kneaded your sides through the loose fabric of the shirt you’d slept in. He trailed his way from your lips to your neck, wasting no time in continuing his way down your abdomen.

“Kidd…”, you whimpered out as his lips met the tops of your thighs, realization of the situation dawning on you as he played with the hem of your bottoms.

“I’m right here, (Y/N).”, he began to massage your hips in an attempt to soothe your obvious discomfort, “Are you alright?”

“Yes… I think…”, his words meant so much to you, his attentiveness to your reactions only working to increase your growing desire for him, “I’m alright, just nervous.”

“I wanna make you feel good.”, he let his fingers slip just under the top of your bottoms, “Can I?”

You nodded your head after taking a moment to ponder on his proposal, totally overwhelmed but eager for relief from the arousal he’d built up within you. He slid the fabric past your knees, discarding the unwanted clothing to the floor. He took your knees in both hands and spread your legs to accommodate his body, opting to rest your feet against his shoulders as he left imprecise kisses on the inner portion of your thighs. You instinctively reached for his hands, interlocking your fingers with his own for support as he placed his mouth over your sex.

The most erotic sounds met your ears as he licked and sucked all the right places to have you writhing with pleasure. Your heavy panting only served to spur him on further, urging him to intensify his ministrations. Once he was sure that you were focused on the pleasure and relaxed, he released your hands in order to circle your entrance with two thick fingers. He pulled back for a moment as he carefully coaxed his digits inside, pumping slowly a few times before quickening and returning his mouth to its prior position. It didn’t take long for your abdomen to tighten, the flutters squeezing around his fingers letting him know you were close. He had certainly achieved his goal of making you feel good.

“Kidd! Something is- Something’s happening…”, you stuttered out as your impending climax coursed through your body.

He hummed as you came undone against his lips, continuing for a little bit more to allow you ride out your high before admiring his work. Your embarrassment returned in full force, prompting you to clamp your legs shut and pout when he stared for too long. He cracked a grin at you before pulling himself up and overtop of you, not hesitating to meet your lips in an exchange of adoration.

“You did so fucking well.”, he spoke against your ear, his voice sounding gruffer than usual, “You wanna try to take me?”

His use of the word ‘try’ was not just a phrase used in passing, he’d stripped unceremoniously after your consent and the size of his cock was impressive. He was big by every sense of the word, not a complete surprise considering he was a large person in general. He slid his hands under your thighs, lifting them to rest on either side of his own. He rubbed himself at your entrance for a moment, giving you time to prepare yourself before he began to push himself in. A lovely gasp escaped your lips as his hips pressed flush against your own, your half-lidded eyes meeting his very blown pupils.

He felt so good with you wrapped so snuggly around him, he couldn’t remember another time feeling so secure in a situation like this. Kidd drew his hips back and forth a steady pace, working his way to sharper thrusts as the pleasure built between you. He felt the need to be as close to you as possible, kissing and lightly sinking his teeth into any patches of exposed skin he could reach. Your nails coursed along the muscles of his back, an indication of how well he was fucking you.

“Fuck (Y/N)… I’m close…”, Kidd muttered out, gripping your hip and resting his forehead against your own, “I’m gonna fill you up…”

Your eyes screwed shut as his movements became erratic and sloppy, an intense warmth spreading in your lower belly as he slowed to a halt. His breathing was audibly heavy as he rested against you for a moment, carefully removing himself from you when he was grounded. Kidd wordlessly trailed to the bathroom, the sight of his naked ass causing you to stifle a laugh. He returned quickly with a damped cloth for clean up, already wearing clean bottoms himself and smiling manically at how beautiful you looked spread out on his bed. He rested the cloth between your legs, caging his arms around your waist and pressing himself against you.

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d be this clingy when we first met.”, you teased him, running your fingers through his hair and scratching at his scalp.

He only hummed in response, seemingly lost in thought. It wasn’t like him to pass on an opportunity to argue, especially not when it came to him being soft. The silence was disconcerting, was he having regrets? Had you done something wrong?

“I’m really glad that I met you (Y/N).”, he said out of the blue, obliterating your deprecating thought process.

“I’m really glad I met you too Kidd.”, you leant down and kissed his forehead, not entirely sure where the sudden sentimentality was coming from.

“I can’t really explain it but things feel different with you.”, he started, leaning into your hand as you continued playing with his hair, “Anytime we went out, I would get as fucked up as possible. We’d do stupid shit, find someone to go home with, and then wake up feeling like hell, pissed off at the world… Then do it all over again.”

You listened to him carefully, giving him the opportunity to open up to you while wrestling with the emotions his words were building up within you. The ‘we’ he was referring to was likely himself, Killer, and the rest of his friends that you’d met that first night at the bar. They seemed like nice people, but it was obvious that they led a hard lifestyle and Kidd was no exception.

“I guess it’s always been like that, nothing could ever go right or be easy. For a long time, it was just Killer and I taking care of each other.”, he tilted his head up to meet your eyes, “Sometimes I don’t even know how we made it this far… Damn, I didn’t mean to get all sentimental.”

“I wish the world had been kinder to you and that the past had been easier, but I hope I can help make the future something to look forward to.”, you replied, hoping to ease the looming discomfort brought forth by his recollection of the past.

He brought his lips to yours again, intertwining his tongue with your own as a physical manifestation of his feelings and reciprocation of your statement for the future. Kidd wasn’t used to opening up like this, especially not verbally. He was far better described as a man of action, not so much of words. It was bittersweet to be close to him like this, you loved having the opportunity to learn more about him but the struggles he’d faced pained you. It had also become apparent that the closer your relationship became with Kidd, the farther apart you were driven from Hip. It was such a strange dichotomy to ponder, but you pushed those thoughts aside and enjoyed your time in the moment regardless.

Part Four

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A/N: Thank you for reading! All characters presented in the story have been caricatured to fit the desired plot devices. Some interactions and situations may read out of character, this is only to progress the story and does not reflect my view of their canon personalities.

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midnightsnyx · 8 months

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that angst 😭 could write a part two where reader calls back a few weeks later to see if there’s a chance or something but another girl answers the phone? 😳

original prompt here. i freaking loved this idea and it's been in my drafts unfinished forever but i finally finished it. hope u like it <3 requests are open!

The funny thing is that you know what Taryn’s voice sounds like. You know it like the back of your hand because in the 4 years you and Matt had been together, Taryn became like a sister to you.

Except, you panicked the moment you called Matt back a couple weeks after his drunk call and hung up as soon as you heard a female voice because you can’t. You can’t handle having your heart broken again, just because Matt drunk dialed you and you were dumb enough to call him back. So you ignored when he called you back an hour later, when he called you that night and ignored all the texts he sent, not even bothering to open them.

It’s not until 2 in the morning while you’re laying in bed unable to sleep because there’s a nagging voice in the back of your mind wondering why that voice sounded so damn familiar that you open Matt’s texts.

From Matty: hey call me back plz

From Matty: taryn answered my phone cuz she’s visiting with mom.

From Matty: i’m only speculating why u hung up as soon as she answered

From Matty: is it cuz u thought it was a random girl?

From Matty: sry taryn said that sounds bad

From Matty: plz call me. taryn wants to talk to u too but she doesn’t want to bother you

From Matty: sry she told me to stop blowing up ur phone. I understand if u don’t want to call me back and i'm sorry 4 drunk dialing u. I’ll leave u alone now

You can’t help but smile at the string of text messages. Matt was always bad for sending multiple texts instead of just sending what he wanted to say in one text. It’s kind of comforting to see that hasn’t changed.

You start to write a message, but pause, unsure what exactly to say. It’s too late in the night to call him although you’re certain he would answer it if he saw your number despite what time it is. But, he has a game tomorrow, and you don’t want to interrupt his sleep so you settle on sending a text message.

To Matty: hey

30 seconds later, your phone rings.

Matt.

You hesitate, only for a moment before answering the call.

“Hi,” you say quietly.

“Hey,” he replies, a little breathlessly, like he didn’t think you would answer. “I didn’t think you’d call back.”

Neither did I, you think to yourself.

Instead you say, “well, I did call you first.”

He chuckles at that and you realize how much you missed that sound. It makes you want to cry a little.

“Yeah, there was a little miscommunication, I guess. Taryn felt bad, she’ll probably call you tomorrow… if that’s alright.”

“Of course.” You’d never say no to talking to Taryn, especially if she’s feeling bad for something that’s not her fault.

Another pause and then: “why did you call me?”

The thing is, you weren’t going to call him but an opportunity arose that gives you the chance to move near him but you didn’t want to make any assumptions considering he was drunk when he called and told you he missed you.

“I got a job offer at a Firm in Fort Lauderdale and I wasn’t going to take it, but then you called and I thought,” you pause, realizing you’re rambling. “Well, I thought maybe the reason you called wasn’t just because you were drunk.”

He hasn’t said anything so you take a deep breath. “Look, I - we can’t just pick up where we left off but I thought, maybe this could be a refresh button.”

He’s been quiet too long that you’re starting to panic when he lets out a breath like he’s been holding it in.

“You’d really move out here?” he asks quietly, probably remembering the last argument the two of you had that essentially ended your relationship.

“It’s a good job opportunity… and I miss you too,” you admit.

It’s a risk, taking the job and moving to another country, leaving everything you know here in Calgary. It’s a leap of faith and you can’t help but wonder what will happen if it doesn’t work out but when you arrive at the airport in Fort Lauderdale and see Matt’s smiling face waiting, you begin to think about what will happen if it does work out.

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pigeonwit · 9 months

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There’s a booming clang of keys that jolts Jack right out of his painted fury – a long streak of red cuts through the canvas, burning through the purple-dappled sky. Jack grits his teeth and turns, hackles raised, to where Davey’s sitting innocently at his piano, staring at the keys as if they were the most fascinating things in the world. Jack rolls his eyes – fucking Davey – and is about to make another stroke when a loud dun-DUN! booms right through him, his brush stabbing two clumsy red splotches into the canvas, one after the other.

“Oh, for-!” He whips around again – Davey’s fussing over his sheet music with exaggerated scrutiny, his brows furrowed deep and his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as if he were a newspaper cartoon, and Jack damn near stabs his brush into something again, just for the hell of it.

“D’you mind?” He snaps. Davey turns to him, blue eyes impossibly wide, his lips parted in a way that makes Jack’s stomach broil.

“Me?” He asks sweetly, as if butter wouldn’t melt in his damnably pink mouth. “I’ve no idea what you mean, Mister Kelly – I’m just rehearsing.”

Jack purses his lips and huffs through his nose, static burning in his arms with nowhere to go. Rehearsing. Like Davey needs to fucking rehearse, like Davey isn’t already perfect without ever having to try.

“Can you do it quietly?” He seethes through gritted teeth, because he’ll be damned if he proves stupid Davey right. Davey quirks an eyebrow at him, a smile toying at his lip, and humiliation burns thick in Jack’s stomach.

“Well, it’s music,” he drawls, slow, like Jack’s stupid, “so no.”

“Oh, right,” Jack scoffs. “Yeah, what was I thinkin’?”

“You think?” Davey fires right back at him without missing a beat, his head cocked in exaggerated surprise – the motion sends a mop of curls trembling over his brow, enough to make Jack twirl his wrist without him even noticing he’s doing it, leaving a perfect copy of the shape on his canvas, a soft curl written in a blend of blue and red into dappled purple-pink. Davey blinks, peering at the unfinished backdrop with that scrutinizing gaze, and Jack hurriedly smears his brush over that little violet curl, crushing it into a gouge of red paint.

“Is that for the show?”

“Nope, it’s for the mayor.” Jack sneers. “Whadda you think?”

Davey’s smile curdles – his brow knits together, making a tiny crease that Jack’s fingers itch to smooth away.

“I was just asking.”

“You stick to your shit, I’ll stick to mine.” Jack mutters.

#davey is trying SO HARD to flirt and he has no idea if hes doing it right #he just needs jack to know hes capable or he will DIE #meanwhile jack is just. Seething.#'dear diary. davey said my painting was good today. im going to kiss him. KILL HIM. FUCK.'#newsies #uksies #davey jacobs #jack kelly #david jacobs #javid #javey #pigeon scribbles #pianist davey fic #(ion said one nice thing about this au and i dived into my pile of wip scraps like 'LOOK GUYS LOOK AT THIS ONE')

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 2 months

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The One I've Been Waiting For {Part 07 of 13}

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Summary: Billy Hargrove is just one of the many students you're supposed to help. The last thing you expect from your interaction is that he'll start flirtt with you... Much less that Billy would stir up feelings you'd rather keep hidden. Despite the mutual sentiments that soon enough start to grow, there are a lot of reasons for whatever it is to be left alone, and one of them is your age...

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

A/N: In this story, reader is 5 years older than Billy, who's 18.

•••

Every Damn Time

The bell rings when you're checking yourself in the mirror. You made some waves in your hair to add some volume and decided to wear a dress. Taking a deep breath, you apply some lipgloss before heading out. There's a heat wave over Hawkins, so when you open the door, you're greeted by Billy and a fresh blow of wind.

“Whoa, Princess.” He says, looking you up and down before smirking. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

Biting your lip, you blush as you pull the door close behind you. Quickly checking Billy out, you raise an eyebrow. “Your shirt is buttoned all the way up.” You tell him, making your way to his car.

“I want to make this right.” Billy moves ahead, opening the passenger door, which surprises you. “But I can undo some of them if you want.”

“You're unbelievable.” Rolling your eyes, you get inside the car.

When Billy starts driving, you buckle up. “Where are we going?”

“Drive-in cinema.” He says, looking at you.

“Sounds fun.”

“Hope you'll like the movie.”

°°°

The place is full, but you manage to get a good spot. But the movie isn't that good. It's a slasher movie, but it's very boring. It doesn't feel like it's going anywhere, and all the characters are shallow and stupid, and you can't help but laugh at some fake dialogues and stupid choices. Billy seems restless after a while, you're not sure why. Turning your body towards him and deciding to ignore the movie, you get his attention. “What's up?”

“What do you mean?”

“You're clearly not happy.” Maybe he's reconsidering, and not interested in hanging out with you anymore. So you look down, thankful for the darkness. “You can take me home if you want, I don't want you to-”

“What? No.” He cuts you off, and you raise your eyes at him again. “That's not it. I just thought this movie would be a good one but it sucks.” Billy looks around, sighing. “And there's no way we can get out of here until this shit is over.”

You don't want to smile. Or feel relieved. But both things happen anyway. Your eyes wander from his face to something behind him, and beyond the line of cars, you spot a space. “Don't worry about it. Come.” Tilting your head to the side, you leave the car, soon followed by a very confused Billy.

“Where?”

“Just come.” Grabbing his jacket, you pull him through the cars, trying to move fast enough so people won't complain.

The empty spot you saw was an old restaurant's outside area, and the only reason why there aren't any cars here is that there's no sight of the screen from here. It's pretty dark, lit up only by the low lights from the drive-in. The concrete floor gives space to some bushes, high enough to hide you from any curious eyes. You can still hear the movie, but it's not so loud over here.

You find some concrete planks left near a tree, so you move there, sitting down as Billy does the same. “Better than watching that movie. And we can talk better.”

“We sure can,” Billy mutters, and you put a strand of hair behind your ear.

Earlier today you were praying to Heavens not to be completely alone with Billy. It makes you feel funny and sends ideas racing through your head. And public places tend to restrain certain actions. But here you are, in a dark parking lot where nobody can see the two of you. And you put yourself in this position. You don't know what happens, but when you're with Billy, it's like you forget all the rules. It all falls apart. The heart wins every damn time.

“Tell me about your family.” Billy suddenly says, and you furrow your eyebrows.

“You wanna know about my family?” Chuckling, you turn your body towards him, crossing your legs.

“It got me by surprise too, Princess. But yes, I do wanna know.”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to go with it. If he was the one to ask, maybe he does want to know. “My parents are nice, I can't complain. Mom is quite a hothead and my father is the one to slow her down. From my grandparents, I only have my father's father. He lives on the same street my parents do back in Arizona. My uncle doesn't speak to us and we don't speak to him ever since the accident. He lost a leg and has been living with his new wife in Texas.” Shrugging your shoulders, you don't know what else to say. “I guess that's it. It sounds very boring.”

“Do you blame him? For the accident?”

The question gets you by surprise, and you clear your throat. “I did. I... I don't know. I'm not sure if I forgave him but the truth is, I don't think he'll ever forgive himself.” You speak low, eyes on the floor. “All the contact we have with him is when father sends him a Christmas card. I'm not sure why he keeps doing that since Uncle Davis never sends anything back. I guess he can't face us anymore.” Swallowing hard, you feel the familiar lump in your throat. “I try not to think about it. The accident, my uncle... It's a constant fight between not thinking about it and carrying their memories with me.”

“My mother abandoned me.” He says after some seconds of silence. “But that you already knew.” Billy chuckles, but it's a dry, unhappy sound. You don't want him to speak about her if that means he'll hurt. But you can't stop him. “She was the only person who truly loved me, I guess. We used to spend a lot of time at the beach, away from Neil. Some days we stood there for hours.” His voice is barely a whisper, and you move closer to him. “I used to surf and she was quite proud, I think.” He looks away, and you wonder if he's holding his tears back. Seeing Billy in pain makes you hurt too. And you wish you could do something to help. “Then one day she couldn't take Neil anymore. I don't blame her for leaving, because I saw what he did to her, but I can't understand why she left me with that devil.” Billy raises his voice a bit, getting angry. “After she left, Neil got even worse.”

You're crying now, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. “I can't say I know how you feel, but I can imagine.” Taking a deep breath, you touch his shoulder. “Maybe... Maybe she's still out there and if it would make you feel better you could try to find her. Talk to her and ask her why.”

“Have you ever asked your uncle why? Why he was driving so fast with a kid in the front seat? Or why he didn't keep his eyes on the road?” He speaks fast, staring into your eyes.

Shaking your head, you wipe a tear away. You know what he means. “No, I haven't. It wouldn't change anything.”

“Exactly.” He mutters. “I don't wanna find her, I just wanna go back.”

“I understand.” Whispering, you move even closer, until your leg is touching his. There's something else you want to ask, but you're not sure how to put it. You don't want to put salt in the wound, but you're just trying to see the person behind the mask he puts on for the rest of the world. “Billy, do you really mean it? That you don't feel loved by anyone?” Keeping your voice as low as a whisper, you suddenly take his hand. It happens out of nowhere, but you just need him to know you're here. That he's not alone. “You don't have to answer if you don't want to.”

Billy smiles a sad, broken smile. He probably didn't want you to get this deep. “No.” He simply says, sighing. “To Neil, I'm just a pain in the ass. To Max, I'm just Neil's trash son. To Susan, I'm nothing but an inconvenience.”

“But you're always in some kind of relationship. I'm sure the girls-”

“The longest relationship I had lasted two weeks and trust me, you don't need love for that.”

°°°

Billy had many plans for today. He wanted to make it a real date, one where he'd get to know her and allow her to get to know him. Have a good time, maybe some romantic talking or stuff like that. But he wasn't counting on this.

He has a rock for a heart, as many girls have told him. But ever since (Y/N) came into his life, his heart is turning into flesh. And it beats, it aches, it hurts. And he was never the one to deal with pain. Billy is the kind of person who ignores it or breaks things to make it go away. But here he is, heart wide open, feelings flowing out.

But that's all thanks to her. It's all because of her. No other girl ever made him feel like that. No other girl made him feel comfortable enough to let these things out.

This girl is messing with him. With his mind, heart, body, everything.

“Wanna know why I've never really got into any relationships?” She looks at him with kind eyes, glistening a little from the tears, and he nods. “Because no guy ever made me feel... Loved. I mean, romantically loved. They all had some kind of game. Not calling you, or just calling after three days. Or pretend they don't like you... Shit like that. But other than that, I do feel loved... And, please, don't take it the wrong way, I'm not bragging about it or-”

“Hey, you don't have to worry about me.” He assures her, tightening the grip on her hand. “Believe me, I'd never want you to feel the way I do. And I'm happy you have a family that loves you. You deserve it, you deserve so much more.” (Y/N) smiles, a small, shy smile before she looks at their holding hands. “But I get what you mean. Go on.”

“It's a little stupid, but blame it on my hopeless romantic ass. I just never felt like the guys I hung out with really wanted to be with me. I'm not even sure what exactly I was looking for, but... I don't know. It never clicked, I guess.”

God, he hopes it finally clicked now. “Well, a girl like you shouldn't settle for anything. Guys like me... They only want one thing. The thing I used to get way too easily if I knew who to ask.”

“Yeah....” She stands up, pacing around and bracing herself. The soft fabric of her dress is easily carried with the wind every time it blows, but Billy doesn't stare as much as he would if she were anyone else. He looks long enough to respectfully admire her beauty. And yes, that's another thing that took him by surprise. “Is that what you want now?” (Y/N) inquires, and it takes a second for him to understand what she means. “Be honest, Billy. Because I don't want to waste my time and neither should you.”

“When I want sex, I only have to ask once.” He says as he gets up, voice dead serious. For the first time, he's not playing games. “If they say no, or if they play hard to get, I just go find someone else.” He walks over to her, stopping before her smaller figure. “If that was everything I wanted, I'd have made it clear.”

“Then tell me with all the words. What do you want with me?” She runs a hand through her hair, and when he notices that she shivers a bit, Billy takes off his jacket. “Hey, don't.” (Y/N) complains, but he's already putting it around her shoulders. “I already have one of your jackets.”

“Now you'll have two.” He simply says, rubbing her arms. “For the first time in my life, I want something real. I never thought it would happen, and I was hoping it wouldn't because I hate feeling this...” His voice fades.

“Vulnerable?” She finishes the sentence, and that's exactly the right word. The word he hates, the feeling he hates.

Billy is a heartbreaker because his heart is broken. He never wanted the risk of another disappointment.

“Vulnerable.” He repeats, looking down for a few seconds before raising his eyes to her again. “I want this. I want you, not only for one night, or one week.” The words come out fast, and he can't pretend he enjoys saying this. But he needs to let her know.

“You... You know I'm 23, right?” (Y/N) mutters, and he notices as she steps closer.

“Soon to be 24.”

“Soon to be 24.” She repeats.

“I don't care,” Billy assures her, a hand caressing her cheek. The next words flow out of his mouth almost involuntarily. He knows she's causing this, she's pulling him, like a magnet. And his poor heart has no choice. So the dangerous sentence flows out his tongue. “I think I'm falling in love with you.”

°°°

At his words, you freeze. Well, your body freezes, because your heart is beating as fast as ever. Did he really say it? Did you hear it right? “D-do you mean it? Because I've been losing my mind and-”

“I mean every word.” He sounds, brutally, extremely honest. And you believe him.

“Ok, I-” You're cut off by a sudden commotion, and some lights being turned on. “Movie is over.”

“Great.” He says, taking your hand. “Let's go have some dinner.”

°°°

To your surprise, Billy took you to a restaurant. You thought he'd take you to have some pizza or something like that, and you'd be completely fine with it, but the restaurant did surprise you.

Well, everything about today is surprising, in a good way.

It's almost midnight now, as he drives you home. After having dinner you stopped at this ice cream parlor and chatted for a while longer. It didn't feel like either of you wanted the night to end. But it's inevitable.

“Did you have a good time?” Billy asks when he stops at the red light.

“I did.” Nodding and smiling, you hope he can't see your blushing cheeks. “This was the best date I had.” Quickly, you mentally count the few dates you went to, all of them a failure.

“On that, we can agree.”

Then, the last thing that usually happens on a date crosses your mind. It's not a rule, but it's a custom. The good-night kiss. You can find it in any cheesy romantic movie there is, and you can't help but think if this has crossed his mind. But, since you're feeling just a little bit brave, you decide to ask. “So... Are you planning on-”

A loud, screeching noise cuts you off, coming from the street on your right. And the moment you turn to see, you don't have time to process what's happening because something hits the car hard enough to send it spinning around through the street.

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@aunicornmademedoit @alexa4040 @goth-cowgirl-03 @nyctophilic0vitnir @minispice-1

#billy hargrove imagine #imagine billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction

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claiestve · 5 months

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Ima send a few ideas. Don’t have to write all just choose your favorite one.

Isaac finally being brave enough to leave the house with the listener. Before they got together maybe where a client came over (like Vik) but he was always looking at listener and then asking „where did you find them …. Hey sweetie you wanna work for me too ? I’ll pay you more“ and Isaac getting pissed at some point (jealous OFC HEHE). Xanthus coming back after a hunt in New Orleans and bringing listener a gift like a plush or something else. A funny goofy conversation between Xanthus and Dontis and DONTIS ALWAYS TEASING.

𝐋𝐞𝐭 '𝐄𝐦 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 ꨄ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙨.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

This was your first time leaving the house with Isaac. You were a bit nervous since the people around were unfamiliar to you but Isaac would whisper in your ear who a certain person was so you know.

Isaac was very adamant about staying by your side and staying with you but of course, he couldn’t be with you the whole time.

While Isaac was gone, you made sure not to look at anyone to avoid conversation but of course there’s always someone that seeks you out.

“Why hello there! Have we met before?” You hear from behind you.

You turn around to see a man with light hair, light eyes, smiling at you. He was like the exact oposite of Isaac appearance wise.

“I don’t think we have, Y/N.” You introduce yourself and reach your hand out. As much as you didn’t want to talk to him, you remained respectful and polite.

“Oh! Y/N! I know you. I’ve heard about you from… who was it? Ah, Isaac. People say you’re the housekeeper?”

“Assistant.” You felt insulted by being called a housekeeper.

“Oh, assistant? Well, you could make a good amount of money working for me. I mean, Isaac, he’s not one for company. I’m sure you know. But I could treat you better, pay you better, everything else.”

You didn’t say anything but you did let out an awkward laugh. Well, what are you supposed to say?

“Besides, a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be in the care of… him.”

You felt a hand on your shoulder. Perfect timing, Isaac.

“Oh, hello, Isaac.” The man looks up at him.

“Save it. You know better than trying to buy people. Especially in a place like this.” Isaac looked down at him. He looked pissed.

“I’m sure your assistant didn’t mind my offer,” He says before looking back at you, “Right, beautiful?”

The man got closer to you before Isaac put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“Back up. You think calling them names is going to make them swoon for you. Y/N isn’t shallow like you.”

“Isaac.” You try butting in.

“-And I’d be damned if I let you ‘buy’ my assistant let alone my partner.”

His hands go from your shoulders to your waist. The man looks angry, like, seriously angry.

“Y/N, he’s taking advantage of you and your beauty!”

Isaac looks like he’s about to start but you do it for him.

“Look, I recognize that you think I ‘look good’ or whatever and you think Isaac doesn’t treat me well but I don’t want to go with you. Judging by the fact that you’re so comfortable walking up to people and trying to bribe them says a lot about you and quite frankly, ‘a pretty thing like me shouldn’t be in the care of… you.”

The man looks at you in disbelief. He must’ve thought his bribing would actually work.

Isaac on the other hand looks, in awe. He’s never really seen you speak up for yourself with anyone but him so this was…

“Come on, ‘Sac.” You grab his hand.

He leans down a little, “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“I don’t. I’m shaking like crazy.”

He chuckles and kisses your cheek.

“I’ll make sure that guy comes nowhere near you.”

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

dude i wanna see a pissed off isaac like he's so attractive.anyways THANK U FOR REQUESTING (i love isaac if u couldn't tell). im trying to get stuff out before his new part so yall can be fed beforehand.

(ill do the other requests from this as well be patient w me yall)

#zsakuva #asmr #zsakuvaxreader #isaac #isaacrhodes #sakuverse #iloveyou

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Ok so like, my self-esteem is getting lower and lower every day, could I ask a little story with C.C. and Reader where their clothes always look cute on C.C. but the moment they try his they always get extremely tight and it just sends them into the "Oh Fuck Oh Shit" zone for a while while they stand in front of the mirror slowly noticing all of their "flaws"?

"Come on, Y/n. Try it on!"

Things started out harmless enough. C.C had a particular nasty habit of stealing your clothes. Whether it was to throw over a pillow or wear himself; any piece of clothing left in range would end up missing. Even now, with you both just chilling in his apartment, a decent percentage of his attire was stolen from your clothes. In a stroke of genius, he came up with the idea of you putting on some of his to make up for it.

Giving in as he damn near begged you to; you go to change in the bathroom. C.C enjoyed clothes that clung to his body, but the top he gave you felt like it was suffocating you. It didn't help as you went to check yourself out in the mirror. The sleeve barely reached your shoulders, and the shorts he had handed you rolled up on your thighs. In full view of yours through the body length mirror, you slowly begin to pick off the little imperfections you notice.

C.C sits on his bed, watching you- completely head over heels in love. You looked great to him, no matter what you wore, but something about it belonging to him made him feel fuzzy. Like he was leaving his mark on you, just your scent had to his room. Everything about you was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough.

Meanwhile, your head was wrapped in the cloud of self doubt that it had casted itself in. Everything looked wrong. How was he able to pull off both your clothes and his so well? Is this how you looked in your own clothes? C.C eventually picks up on your funk; the daze of pride he felt bubbling away into concern as he sees the sadness in your eyes. It was the one thing that could send his bright mood crashing in an instance- all of his brainpower in immediate flight to consoling you. Curse these pesky human emotions, and whatever had you down in the first place.

C.C sneaks up behind you, wrapping the torso of "his" sweater around your waist as he pulls you to his chest.

"Hey there, cutie. Why the long look?"

You shift in place. "I don’t think this looks very good on me..."

"What?! You look amazing, Y/n. I wish I could be as cute as you without even trying. Please don't tell me my mirror is broken. It was a bitch to install and I really don’t want to have to smash it."

"Everytime I look, I see something else that's wrong."

C.C smiles. "Point one out to me."

"Huh? Um.. well, here-"

As you point to a random area, C.C plants a wet kiss to the skin. It lasts for a couple seconds; C.C repeatedly kiss over the spot in smaller intervals - leaving glossy marks from the film over his lips. He laughs as he finally stops, squeezing you in a hug.

"You're right, there is something there. My spit, and just another part of you to love. You make see them as flaws, but every little thing about you is what makes you special."

C.C secures his arms tightly around you, picking you up from behind and carrying you over to his bed. He gently tosses you on it before crawling up beside you. He cups your face in his palms; beaming with admiration for the human that stole his heart.

The demon never really payed attention to mortal appearances before you. Every face just blended together in the crowd, but after meeting you, yours was easily one he could pick apart from the masses. His perfect angel, and god's only gift to this cursed piece of rock.

C.C kisses the bridge of your nose, then moves down to your lips. He would -and will- do anything it takes to make you see that any imperfection you may see was just perfection in disguise.

#C.C my oc #yandere incubus #yandere demon x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere drabble #soft yandere #yandere fluff

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