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eccentricwritingbaby · 19 days

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cooking up some fun with the sainz’

dad!carlos sainz jr x wife!mom!reader

summary - y/n sainz is a successfully famous chef with her own restaurant and ever since covid, she has been cooking on instagram live once a week. fans adore the sweet interactions between her and carlos and their little baby girl.

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“mi amor, i am about to go live while cooking dinner,” you nod over from behind the kitchen counter, towards your husband whos sitting on the couch. he sets down his phone and turns to face you while you continue, “if you could just keep up with santana while i’m doing so, you know i still don’t want her face all over the media, porfa,”

“por supuesto, cariño. but you do know you don’t have to ask me to watch our child,” he lets out a chuckle as he stands, sauntering over to the kitchen where you are finishing wiping down the counters and adding extra tidiness to your lived-in kitchen. he slowly grabs both of your hands from the counter, removing the cleaning spray and rag, and intertwining your fingers. you inched closer to him and rested your head against his chest. carlos plants a soft kiss onto the top of your head as you begin your reply, “i know, carlos, but i just don’t want her running around the kitchen which is dangerous or having her face pop up more onto my screen than it already has. she’s four, she doesn’t deserve to be subjected to our lifestyle just yet,” you let out your vulnerable admission as carlos lets your left hand go and steadily strokes the back of your head instead.

“i know, i’ll keep a close eye on her,” your husband looks down at you with a quick smile before he eases you more, ”you have nothing to worry about,” with his last word he begins to bend down in order to place a kiss onto your lips.

“EWW!” your four year old yells out from the bottom of the stairs. she had very obviously just woken up from her nap with her dark hair flying in all different directions, her favorite meerkat plushie hanging from her grasp, and most importantly, a very happy piñon trailing behind her. ever since she was born, the dog followed santana absolutely everywhere. call it protection or just puppy love, it was still the cutest part of your little family.

“and when did you wake up, señora?” you pull apart from your husband with a laugh in order to look at your daughter properly, but don’t miss carlos’ pleading gaze to ignore your daughters wishes and give him a kiss. you took one more glance back at him and kissed his cheek to meet in the middle as he released his signature smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“ahora,” she responds while rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and slowly beginning to trudge over to the couch.

“mama is about to begin dinner, mija. why don’t you and i find a game to play while she does?” your husband proposes.

“okay, papi,” she says quietly before she gains some energy, “but only if we get to play hide and seek!” she squeals out in excitement. carlos laughs as you move around his hold to set up your phone and put away your cleaning supplies.

his voice graces a higher octave, one saved particularly for your pride and joy, while matching her adorable enthusiasm, “hide and seek! santana, that is a great idea! how could i not have thought of it?” he laughs along with her as she pulls herself to stand up on the couch, legs bouncing underneath her.

“no se, papi! but i thought of it! so we do it?” she asks, looking up at him with her big, brown, wide eyes inherited from the man himself as he strolls over to her place. your husband easily scoops her up into a fit of giggles as he runs her into his office in order to plan out their game. you take this brief moment of quiet to begin the live, and continue to pull out your necessary ingredients as people begin to join.

once enough people had joined, you share a bright smile and begin your discussion, “hola, everyone! today we are venturing over to italy for our dinner, and making some homemade pizza,” you begin to take out tomatoes and slice them as you carry on, “it sounds very simple, yet you can make it anything you want with toppings, which is the magic of cooking,” you glance up at the camera to notice the brief display of comments and continue to explain, “everything is going to be homemade here, the sauce, the dough, and the cheese! it’s a great meal especially when you have a little one who is just now becoming a bit picky,” you let out a chuckle as you think on to the many ‘no’s’ that came from your four year old as you presented her with different cuisines. one that never misses will always be pizza.

“okay! i already made my dough last night since i knew i’d be pretty busy today, but i do have a video on how to make that if you want to know, it’s on my story in the highlights of my 'how to's',” you finished chopping up all your tomatoes and threw them into the pan with a bit of oil, “now we’re working on the sauce, so i just chopped up maybe a cup and half - ‘measure with your heart’ - as my abuela always told me, of tomatoes and toss it into a low/medium heated pan with some olive oil to cook it down,” you were about to continue, but instead were interrupted by a little giggle at your feet. you looked down at your smiling daughter as she reached a finger up to her lips in order for you to keep her location a secret. you shot her a wink and then pretend to zip your lips and throw away the key. your peripheral caught your husband sneaking around and looking near and far for the little fit of laughs that was sitting on your feet.

“next up that i’ll work on is the cheese, we’re making mozzarella so im just going to start by putting some milk on heat using m-”

“psst” carlos cuts you off from behind the camera, attempting, attempting, to not interrupt. once you give him a confused look he begins to mouth out ‘donde?” while confusion etches his face as well. you stifle a laugh and give him an obvious glance down to your feet in order to hint. his head falls back with a smile and he rounds the corner of the counter to catch his daughter. you view the scene playout and begin to stir around the wilted tomatoes on the stove, santana screeching in joy as carlos comes onto the screen of your live, picking up his daughter while reciting the chant, ‘i’ve found you, mija!’ ‘i’ve found you!’ and you just look on in awe.

the comments begin to fly by at lightning speed due to the domestic bliss your family carried onto the screen. carlos, still holding a giggly santana, checks you over while looking between you and your phone, “lo siento, amor,” he stretches his puppy dog eyes towards you and you can’t help but swoon, “it’s okay, enjoy hiding from this little detective next, baby,” before carlos could even respond, a resounding sound of disgust is let out from the four year old and she squeaks out, “i your baby mama! not papi,” she holds onto her pout and crosses her arms tightly as she looks between you two. you turn the heat low on the stove for both your projects and head over to where your husband and baby are, slowly repeating back to her, “you are my baby, princesa,” bringing your hands up to her tummy you begin to make her emit her loud and infectious laughter to you and carlos.

the comments poured over on your phone as you left your love-bubble to take a look at them, one stuck out and you replied, still holding a slight laugh in your voice, “yes, we are very happy,” and you went back to smiling at your beautiful family.

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ladylannisterxo · 2 years

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Flannel and Lace

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Words; 1.9k

Warnings; S M U T (18+ only), unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), spanking, dirty talk, basically just porn without plot

Summary; Eddie comes home to find you wearing one of his flannel shirts, wearing only his flannel shirt.

A/N; Listen. I am obsessed with the photos going around of Joseph Quinn's costume tests but am also distraught that they put this man in a flannel and then didn't even use it! Now, I'm just absolutely feral over it - this is the end result! I am a sucker for a good flannel, especially on a very attractive man. This is just shameless smut, enjoy!

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You were early; Eddie could hear you shuffling around in his room as soon as he waltzed in the front door. He had hoped he could have some time to get settled before you arrived but then again, it’s not as if he really minded, he had given you a key weeks ago for this very reason. Queen was playing, muffled behind the closed bedroom door and he smirks, knowing you’re in his room swaying your hips to the beat and pretending to be a rockstar when you think no one is looking.

He slips down the hallway quietly, sliding off his leather jacket and denim vest as he goes, hoping to catch you in the act of rocking out. He loved how you felt the music throughout your whole body, how free you always looked. But more importantly, he loved how absolutely adorable you got when you realize you’ve been caught; how your hands cover your face and you shy away from him in pure embarrassment. Because he’s the rockstar, not you. Or, at least, that’s what you always say when he catches you. Eddie desperately wants to bring you to a gig one of these days, see how you lose your inhibitions when he begins to play.

But, of course, this is not what he sees when he pushes open the door. His closet door is hanging wide open and you’re standing in the middle of the room with one of his red flannels draped over your body. And from his vantage point, this single red flannel is the only thing you’re wearing. He groans at the sight, how can he not, and you look over your shoulder with a soft smirk and a teasing glint in your eye.

“You never wear this,” you muse, turning around to fully face him.

Eddie grips the doorknob tighter for stability, licks his lips because fuck, he was somewhat right. That blessed red flannel falls across your frame like a waterfall, a little long in the sleeves but stopping just at the tops of your thighs. It’s also unbuttoned, completely, exposing your supple skin to his searching eyes. No bra, the garment just barely conceals you and to him, you might as well not even be wearing panties because the thin lace leaves nothing to the imagination. He can feel himself growing hard just looking at you and he shifts in place, a poor attempt in controlling his lust.

“It’s, uh, it’s too hot to wear,” he chokes out, brain scrambling to formulate coherent sentences.

That’s when you finally look at him, eyes sparkling in the midday sun and Eddie wants to melt into a puddle on the floor because if you looked at him just like this every single moment of every single day, he’s sure he’d die a happy man.

“But that leather jacket you don every day is breezy as can be,” you chuckle, eyebrow arching. “I don’t know, Eds, this feels nice to me. It’s real soft.”

“It looks good on you too,” he responds automatically.

“Yeah?” You sway from side to side, the flannel moving with you like a lover keeping you close.

“Sweetheart, all my clothes look good on you.” It’s honest and Eddie didn’t realize how true that statement actually was until you kept trying on his clothes. He’s wrapped you up in his leather jacket more times than he can count and don’t get him started on the things he wants to do to you when you wear his Hellfire Club shirt.

You smile, biting your lip softly. Then you’re crawling onto his bed, granting him a full view of your ass before placing yourself on your knees, hands resting against your thighs. Your hair is a disheveled mess and the flannel has fallen open a bit more, exposing a teasing amount of your tits to him. Eddie thinks you belong on the cover of a magazine or a poster he could tack onto his wall and jack off to when you’re not with him.

“Let me guess,” you say, pulling the garment off your shoulders, “you still think it would look better on the floor.”

Eddie finally kicks his ass into high gear, crossing the room to stand directly in front of you. His fingers tug at the flannel to bring it back up over your shoulders and then his lips are on yours, soft and gentle but insistent. His hands trail down to cup your breasts and you push up into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.

“Fuck, Eddie,” you gasp when he tweaks your nipples between his fingers.

“I like when you wear my clothes, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your skin, “makes me feel closer to you.”

“Sweet talker.”

“I’m serious,” he chuckles, “but you sitting here posed on my bed makes you look like something out of a magazine.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, trailing your tongue along his jaw. “Like one of those dirty mags I found underneath your bed?”

“Well,” he begins, pulling back to meet your eyes, “you would make a great centerfold.”

Then he’s cupping your pussy in his hand and your breath stutters in your chest. He smirks before kissing you again, fingers working diligently against your clothed heat.

“Eddie, please, please,” you whine, fingers tightening in the fabric of his shirt.

His hands make their way to the backs of your thighs and he pulls, your legs coming out from under you as you drop unceremoniously onto your ass. He pulls on you again and you’re brought to the edge of the bed where he’s already waiting, down on his knees. Your heart flutters with anticipation.

Eddie’s breath is hot against your still clothed pussy and you shift your hips closer, silently begging for what you want most from him. His dark eyes flick up to meet yours as he teases a single finger across the lace. You let yourself drop to lay flat on your back with a sigh, deciding to let him do whatever the hell he wants to you.

“So wet,” he murmurs when he pushes your panties out of the way, “is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you sigh, “all for you, baby, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Is that right?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer; he flattens his tongue against your cunt and licks a firm stripe from your entrance to your clit. You moan loudly, hands immediately flying to tangle in his hair. His tongue circles your clit before latching on to suck fervently against the bundle of nerves. You arch your back, fingers tightening, keeping him right fucking there. Two of his fingers slip inside of you without warning, setting a steady pace as he pulls every single sigh and moan he can from you.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

His mouth pulls off your clit with a resounding pop and then he’s moving up your body to capture your lips in a heated kiss, fingers still working inside you, bringing you closer and closer to your release. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes wide as he watches you come undone beneath him. Rolling your hips in a frenzied pace, you take his fingers deeper and deeper until your orgasm pitches through you like gasoline being poured over an already blazing fire. Eddie works you through it, he always does, and once your hips come to a stop and the spasms have subsided, he slips his fingers out of you and brings them to your awaiting mouth.

“That’s my good girl,” he muses when you wrap your lips around his fingers, “see how good you taste?”

You hum in agreement, swirling your tongue around his digits. He groans at the sensation before pulling his fingers from your mouth abruptly and bringing that same hand down to smack your ass sharply. You jolt, pushing your body further into him and he wraps his arms around you and rolls, bringing you up to straddle his hips.

“Think you can give me one more?” He asks, shifting his hips for you to feel his hard cock against your thigh.

You waste no time in helping rid him of his clothes. Your fingers start at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before latching your lips onto his collarbone and licking and sucking your way down to your prize. When you reach the denim of his jeans, you slide off the bed long enough to unfasten them and pull them and his boxers down in one fluid motion. You straddle his waist again, rolling your hips across his cock. His hands find your hips, squeezing and kneading the flesh tightly in his fingers and you bring the flannel back down off your shoulders. Turns out Eddie was right, it does get a bit too hot.

Grasping his cock in hand, you line him up at your entrance and sink down onto him slowly, enjoying the ache of him stretching you out. Eddie groans at the feeling of you already clenching around him, his hands bunching the fabric of his flannel around your waist to grip your hips tighter, to help you move against him.

Your hands fall flat on his chest for stability, his tattoos peaking out at you from in between your fingers. Fuck going slow and steady, you set a rapid pace, bouncing on his cock with what could only be described as pent up aggression, taking him fast and hard and deep.

“Fuck, yes,” you mewl, throwing your head back with an elongated moan.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, smacking your ass again. “Ride my cock until you cum.”

His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing firm and tight circles, taking you higher and higher. You can feel your orgasm building inside of you, coursing through your veins like a tidal wave. You bite your lip with a whimper, one hand smacking against the wall in front of you to find purchase. Eddie has leaned up to capture a nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened peak, and the onslaught of these added sensations has your orgasm crashing over you.

Crying out Eddie’s name as pleasure overtakes you, he wraps one arm around you and flips you until you're flat on your back. He hikes your leg up on his hip and fucks you hard through your high, chasing his own release. Your nails rake down his chest, leaving wild and red scratches in their wake, as you roll your hips against him meeting him thrust for thrust for thrust.

“Eddie, please, cum inside me,” you whine, “I want to feel it.”

“Fuck,” he grunts and with two more hard thrusts, he’s exploding inside of you, warming you up from the inside.

Eddie pulls out of you gently and pulls your panties back in place, keeping all of him inside you. He kisses you then, all tongue and teeth, pulling you close, so close, you could meld into one single being. He interlocks his fingers with yours, lips pressing gentle kisses along your knuckles as you brush his hair away from his eyes.

“That was - shit, you really went for it,” he says after a moment, a teasing gleam in his eyes.

“I did say I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you remind him, “although I wasn’t expecting you to get this hot and bothered over me in your clothes.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you could be completely naked or covered from head to toe and I’ll always get hot and bothered over you,” he says, capturing your lips in another kiss. “But I’m pretty sure this flannel is yours now.”

“Good,” you whisper, pecking his lips again, “I wasn’t going to give it back anyway.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #writing by 's'

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anadiasmount · 5 months

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love - jude bellingham x reader.

— small blurb (or scenario from my head) that i thought of to write this! 🤍😌

the wedding was wonderful. filled with many laughters and tears, everyone rejoicing, drinking, talking, or dancing. like how jude and you are, your bodies cling together as they swayed side to side. the sea breeze and smell reminding you of the beautiful paradise you got to travel to with your boyfriend.

when you met jude for the first time he had no clue how to dance, yet he’s still learning but right now you didn’t care, all you could feel was the warmth and safety in his embrace. his hands rested just above your bum, while yours were wrapped around his shoulders.

his head was rested gently on your temple, yours the same, just whispers of how happy the two of you were and stuff you wanted to do here on the island. but when it did get quiet, all you could hear was the commotion of people and your heart beginning to race faster. “you know… today has me thinking of something…”

your head pulled back to face him, his eyes filled with love and pure adoration as he looked into you. “yeah? and what is that?” you ask, your hand coming up to the nape of his neck to draw small shapes. “how badly i want this with you. a wedding. you and me married one day…” jude reveals, his face going from soft to serious in matter of seconds.

you intake a breath of air, the room becoming hot all of the sudden at his confession. one of his hand comes to your face where he tucked back a piece of hair behind your ear, being careful with your earrings, then holding your cheek as he continued to speak. “i love you, y/n… so much. i want to do everything with you…”

as your bodies continued to sway and danced to the music, you stayed put and came to a halt, tippy toeing to hug him tighter. you’d been together for a few months but never said the three words. there was times when you’d be on the phone, saying goodbye, when watching movies, or when you woke up from your sleep you almost said the words. when he visited your parents for the first time and the two of you were left alone by the bonfire.

love. the word love continued to replay in your head as you kissed his neck, jaw, cheek, his nose and then finally his plump lips. the two of you smiled into the kiss, teeth clashing as you kissed him a bit harder before pulling away. you held his face with both hands as his returned back to their place on your hips.

“i love you jude. i always have and always will.”

“i was so scared you’d say it, because i wanted to say it first,” he says making you giggle as you lean in to peck his lips once more. “i’m just so grateful to have found someone like you. you’re special and truly one of a kind, and i can’t help but feel to lucky to have a strong beautiful woman who isn’t afraid to follow me while i chase my dreams…”

“if anything im the lucky one… jude you’re my best friend, and if one thing is for sure, is that i’ll never stop following you as long as your happy and content,” you say, your bodies going side to side as you return to dance.

“but jude… if you want to get married one day, we have to work on your dance skills pretty boy,” you tease, jude gasping acting offended. “ma’am i’ll have you know my dancing skills are wonderful and unique,” jude defends himself with a joking smile plastered on his face.

“whatever you say…” you laughed, your forehead resting together as you continued to sway. it didn’t feel real, but when you felt him kiss your forehead and bridge of your nose you knew it wasn’t a dream or fairytale.

one day it’d be a different place and time. the dream of the both of you being married one day would become true. filled with many tears and laughter, but most importantly, love.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham fluff #football x reader #footballer #football fanfic

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starrvsn · 3 months

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౨ৎ ּ ׅ ۫ ✧ 。BOYS IN THE BOAT ˚₊ ꒰ TO BE LOVED .

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

𝟒𝟏𝟏. some of the fictional characters of the boys in the boat comforting you when you’re upset. (for anyone in need of some tlc)

INCLUDES ⠆joe rantz, don hume, bobby moch, george hunt and chuck day

BOBBY MOCH ⠆

ever since you’ve started dating it had become very easy for bobby to read you, you were like an open book to him. so when he met you after practice and your sweet melodic voice didn’t greet him the second you saw him, he knew something was wrong. bobby doesn’t hesitate to start comforting you, he didn’t even need to know what was wrong from him to make you feel better. he knew the last thing you wanted was for him to ask you why you were upset so he sticks to comforting you. he hugs you; soothingly rubbing your lower back as he holds you close, his presence alone calms you down. soon he asks what had happened but doesn’t force you to tell him, he doesn’t dare to. then he’s praising you with soft compliments as he pressed kisses on your face, hair or hands. he overall just wants you to feel happy and appreciated since you do so much for him.

DON HUME ⠆

don isn’t the best at comforting people, especially people of importance so seeing you sitting in front of the piano with tears in your eyes when you looked at him, he froze. a plethora of thoughts racing through his mind as he tried to figure out was wrong but most importantly what he could do to make you feel better. he takes cautious steps towards you and kneels when he gets to his desired spot that is as close to you as possible “you alright darling?” he asks rubbing your arms comfortingly, he doesn’t say much when he’s comforting you, he lets his actions speak for themselves. you nod wiping all your excess tears away, telling him how frustrated you are over this piece you were learning. don’s heart breaks a little seeing you so upset like that, he wanted to cheer you up in anyway he could so the first thing that came to mind was the piano so he’s quick to move his hands on the keys of the instrument, playing the only song he really knew. the washington fight song; as he plays and softly sings the words— a soft smile tugs on your face as you begin to sing along, resting your head against his arm as he plays.

JOE RANTZ ⠆

he reacts instinctively. as soon as he sees you enter his dorm with a solemn face he’s already on his feet comforting you. it was every evident in your relationship that joe just wanted you to always be happy and obviously it isn’t fool proof because sometimes things get to you. he tries his hardest to always put a smile on your face and that’s exactly what he tries to do to turn your frown upside down. he takes his time because the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm you more, he asks whats upset you and from how you tell him is how he differs on how upset you are. if you hadn’t said anything at all you were far too upset but if not you weren’t to upset to respond to your boyfriend. so when you didn’t reply he immediately comforted you into a hug before bringing you to his bed so can cuddle, he lays atop you while he speaks softly about how strong and lovely you are while drawing soft patterns on your arm, later he tries to make you laugh and it always works to make your mood brighter. he praises you before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

GEORGE HUNT ⠆

the second he sits beside you in the library, he felt something was off. at first he couldn’t tell but there was a certain tension in the air and when george looks over at you it’s like he could see a cloud hanging over you, he wanted nothing more than to swat it away… but of course there wasn’t a cloud over your head but he now knew you were upset. he could especially tell from how aggressively you were turning the pages of your textbook. he knew better to bombard you so he kept his distance letting your mood soften a bit, but it doesn’t stop him from glancing ever so often trying to not look over so often. but ultimately you come to him when your ready and that is when he gives you his undivided attention and all the love and comfort he can give. physical affection comes easy to george so him comforting you has become a second nature to him, even if it leads to him speaking so sweetly to you to you. he bombards you with kisses, cuddles and words of encouragement and reassurance to make sure any negative thoughts you had go away and all you can think about is him, caring less that you’re in a public place.

CHUCK DAY ⠆

like bobby; chuck can read you very easily, especially emotionally. he can tell immediately that something is wrong when he goes to pick to you up from your last class of the day; assuming you’re upset about something that happened in class. chuck tries his absolute best to get your mind off it while at the same to reassuring you and praising you as you spend your day together. in a more quieter fashion he would take you on walks to the park so you could clear your head and even open up to your lover on what had made you so upset, it concerns chuck the most because you get super quiet when your upset. he misses when your talking his ear off about your day but he knows that it’ll subside eventually and he will try his absolute best to help you feel better.

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#(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠) the boys in the boat #the boys in the boat #the boys in the boat imagines #don hume #don hume imagines #don hume x reader #fanfiction #joe rantz x reader #joe rantz #joe rantz imagines #bobby moch imagines #bobby moch x reader #chuck day x reader #george hunt x reader #chuck day imagines #george hunt imagines

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aluraveil · 10 months

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no title because i dont have a name for this and i cant think of anything what

TW: Yandere themes, implied kidnapping, captivity of reader, Arlecchino is really mean and aggressive, and yelling.

Word Count: 800

A/N: This is so bad because I rushed to get this out. Again this is incredibly rushed so don’t expect to much LOL

There's always a way to tell if Arlecchino is in a good mood today.

Whenever she's happy, she always opens the door like how she normally does. She opens it, and then she'll close it with a soft click. She'll take off her shoes and hang up her coat and then she'll call out your name and that would be your cue to come greet her at the door.

You were laying on your bed wanting nothing more to sleep and do nothing the entire day. But suddenly the door slammed open and loud footsteps echoed through the house.

The second that the door slammed open, you could feel your heart drop.

Arlecchino.

She's back. And most importantly, she's not in a good mood today.

You could hear yelling and the voice of her screaming about who knows what. The second you heard her yelling, you instinctively hug your blanket tighter because you're scared. You're scared of her.

As if on instinct, you grabbed your blanket and kneeled down into the corner of the room. You sat there as if you could hide away from her.

You knew how angry Arlecchino gets whenever she's in a bad mood. 9 times out of 10 she always makes sure to take it out on you. She's scary and she yells a lot whenever she's mad at you. Flashbacks of when she would yell at you came across your mind and anxiety filled your veins.

You could hear loud footsteps making their way to your shared bedroom. Oh no. You don't know what to do. She's probably going to yell at you isn't she?..

Well you were right.

Arlecchino opened the room with a loud thud and despite knowing it was coming, it still scared you because of the loud noise.

She took a glance at you all curled in the corner with a blanket over you and how nervous you looked, she raised an eyebrow before saying, "why are you sitting in the dirty corner? Get up."

You didn't know what to do. You were paralyzed in fear. You took one look at her face and you could tell she was pretty heated.

Damn.

She had to ask that didn't she? What a way to rub salt on the wound.

"Did you hear what I said? I told you to get up." Arlecchino said looking disgusted at the way you were on the ground. The anger in her face dissapeared a bit before she noticed how nervous you looked. "Why do you look so scared right now?"

"I- uh.. um" You stuttered. How the hell are you supposed to answer that?

"I'm scared of you because you're always yelling and whenever you get angry you become scary and I don't like it. I don't like how you brought me here against my will. I hate you. I hate you so much. You're a cruel person and I don't want to ever see you again."

Is what you wanted to say.

But alas you were a scared pet, too afraid to talk back to your master.

"How many times do I have to tell you?!?!" She begins shouting. "Get up from the floor right now."

You scrambled to get up when she started shouting at you. It was best not to anger her anymore.

"You can never do what you're told can you?" She yelled. "I had to tell you three times to get up from the floor."

Arlecchino began yelling at you for the next minute about how you can't follow simple directions. After that, she walked away to let off some steam leaving you in the room all dumbfounded. You sat on the bed and decided to lay there. You were tired of her and how angry she could be.

Later on in the night she came back to your room and she saw you laying there. She laid right next to you and her arms wrapped around you body holding you tightly. Your heart immediately dropped when she starting cuddling you.

"I love you darling.." She mumbled as she nuzzled her face into your neck. A few hours ago she was yelling at you and now she's acting like nothing happened?

You couldn't do anything about it though. Arlecchino is always like this. She never apologizes after she yells at you.

You were afraid that if you didn't give her any affection, she might start yelling at you again. So you said the four words that would make her happy.

"I love you Arlecchino.."

You could feel her lips turning into a smile as her icy touch makes you shiver. As long as you show her some sort of affection she will be happy. Maybe she'll stop taking her anger out on you next time..

Probably not.

But hey? You could at least have some hope right?

Right?

#yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #yandere arlecchino fics #genshin impact #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin impact #yandere fatui #no title fic

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shslbunnylover · 7 months

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★★★𝘼 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 8: 𝘽𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Bad dates, Oral (Morticia receiving), Boss/maid relationship

Genre: Smut

A/n: Happy international lesbian day!!

Word count: 1.5k

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"Miss Adams? Do you need any help?" You asked softly as the sound of your body walking up to your boss filled the room.

"Oh no mi querida, I'm alright, please stay though. I love when you keep me company," Morticia replied, patting the bed next to her as she put on her black hoop earrings.

You nodded, a soft smile forming on your lips as you slowly sat down on the bed the ravenette had gestured you towards.

You always enjoyed keeping Morticia company, even if you were being paid as her maid to do so. You had always had your own ambitions for a career and you were planning on this being a starter job, but the woman who had hired you just kept you addicted to working as a maid for the Adams family. The pay was amazing, you were treated with respect, and most importantly, Morticia always wanted you to be around her. You always had a crush on the woman ever since you had caught her changing into a pair of lingerie before a date night.

"So Miss Adams, are you excited for your date?" You questioned, trying to hide your jealousy for the man whom would be trying to seduce the older woman.

Morticia sighed in annoyance as she began to apply her liquid black eyeliner to her lower lids.

"I wish I could say I was Y/n...but this guy doesn't seem...as sweet as I want my husband to be," She said, turning to look at you as she continued to put on her makeup.

"Well, what kind of guy do you want?" You continued to pry, genuinely wanting to know more about the ravenettes dating preferences.

"I just wish I could meet a guy that's as sweet as you, your boyfriend must be so lucky to have you," The older woman smiled sadly, her dark eyes glossing over you before they look back at the mirror.

"Oh, I don't have a boyfriend, I'm single," You chuckled, "I also like girls,"

Morticia froze up at that, looking back over to you with a slight hope present in her eyes.

"Oh, good for you amor, I'm hopeful you'll get a good wife," She smiled, secretly wishing she'd be the good wife she was talking about, but knowing you'd never like her back, seemingly unaware of your mutual feelings.

You blushed at the nickname, eyes darting away from the raven haired woman as you tried to contain your crush on the older woman.

"Aha...I hope so," You mumbled, standing up and smoothing your maid outfit out a little bit as you stood up.

"Y/n? Could you help me with my hair?" The ravenette asked you, to which you quickly walked back over to her.

"Of course Miss Adams," You replied, grabbing a brush before beginning to brush her beautiful and dark locs.

"Thank you amor..." She smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek that caused your whole face to turn bright red with embarrassment.

You paused for a moment, eyes sparkling as you didn't even realize Morticias chuckling.

"You liked that mi querida? I must admit your blush is so adorable," She smirked, watching you blush as you placed your hand on the cheek that was now marked by her black lip print.

"It was quite sweet Miss Adams, but I wouldn't want to distract you from your date," You chuckled nervously,

Morticia nodded, a soft blush creeping up onto her cheeks as she continued to touch up her makeup while you returned to styling her hair.

The way this woman talked with her Spanish accent, the way her eyes would gloss over you when she was flirting with you, it was all so damn addicting.

"You look ravishing Miss Adams, your date is incredibly lucky, I hope he treats you well," You smiled, brushing her long raven locks out before placing her favorite black peral necklace on her beautiful neck.

The ravenette chuckled, standing up as she revealed her long and elegant black dress and especially her boots that had you metaphorically on your knees for the older woman.

"Thank you Y/n," She replied, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before walking off, "I'll tell you all about it when I get back, alright?"

You nodded, biting your lip as to contain your urge to beg her to date you instead.

"Of course Miss, see you then," You responded, turning around to go clean up and organize Morticia's vanity, missing the stare at your ass the ravenette shot you.

You stood in the kitchen, soft 50's jazz playing throughout the house as you wiped the tables clean of the food residue from your previous cooking.

"Miss Adams should be home in about thirty minutes minimum, which will leave me with enough time to finish cleaning up from dinner," You muttered to yourself, taking off the under shirt of your maid uniform, leaving you in just the long apron and your tights as you didnt think Mortica would be home soon.

You sighed, bending over the countertops to finish wiping the surface clean when you suddenly heard a slam of the door.

Your body shot up and you quickly ran to the front door, not remembering your lack of an undershirt.

"H-Huh?!" You exclaimed at the sight of a very frustrated Morticia Adams, your face blushing violently as you couldn't help but be attracted to her when she was in such a state. "Miss Adams, is everything okay? What happened? What can I do to help?"

The ravenette growled in response, gripping her hands around your thighs and lifting you onto the counter.

"You're such a sweetheart~" She cooed, one of her hands lifting your chin up as she began to slightly clench it in her grasp. "Always wanting to help me like the good little maid you know you are,"

You blushed at her words, eyes shaking from the sudden intensity of emotions from the older woman.

"Miss Adams, what's gotten into you?" You asked, your own hand sliding up to hold the ravenette's waist.

Morticia sighed, biting her lip as she continued to hold your chin.

"He thought I was hideous and creepy, but not in a good way, and God I just couldn't handle it. I knew you would treat me better but I just can't fathom asking you for your heart, since I know it doesn't feel the same way," She replied, looking you dead in the eyes, causing a shiver to run down your spine as her other hand traced mindless circles across your skin. "But the whole shitty date just made me want to tell you my f-"

You cut off the older woman by pressing your lips together, her mouth tasting like citrus vodka and mint as she slid her tounge inside of your mouth.

You whimpered as the feeling of your body being picked up and placed on top of the taller woman on the couch.

"You're beautiful," You muttered, kissing the other girl with passion as you began to stroke her thighs. "Please, allow me to make you feel better than that guy could ever dream of doing,"

Morticia blushed, and she nodded.

Your soft hands parted her legs and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the cold air she kept her house at hitting her heated center, her eyes still watching you with lust, wanting to memorize your every feature as you made her feel the pleasure she craved for so long.

Your tongue created long and quick strides across the ravenette's sex, waisting no time as you quickly made her body tremble with the ecstacy that came from your touch.

You muttered verbal praises of the other woman as you laid your lips across her body, worshiping it like you always wanted to.

"You like my body that much hm?" Morticia smirked, blushing as she watched you kiss every square inch with you lips that were so desperate to touch her pale skin, your fingers falling down to her clit to rub quick circles around her bud.

You nodded, eyes filling with love as you kissed her passionately as you felt the ravenette's body coming undone from solely your touch and worship alone.

"You're such a goddess, your body is so wonderful." You replied, rubbing your thumb in faster circles.

"Fuck I'm close," She moaned, the lewd voice filling your ears as her hands that held your waist in place left goosebumps across your skin.

You kept up the kisses and worship for another minute as the other woman's moans grew in volume, which only made your own underwear soaked.

"God damn it!!" Morticia eventually choked out in the middle of a string of curses and pet names, her pussy releasing all of its juices onto your hands, which you quickly lapped up.

"You look so pretty, you're such a goddess," You murmured, resting your head on her breasts.

Morticia smirked in response, her hand trailing down to squeeze your ass.

"Then let me show you what heaven feels like. Sit on my face,"

#lesbian #pansexual #wlw #wlw ns/fw #kinktober 2023 #smut #wednesday #morticia adams x reader #morticia addams #morticia addams x reader

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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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Injures and Idiots

Prompt: Hiding an Illness

Pairings: Wandanat x Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You got shot and hide it, which was probably a bad idea.

TW: injury, getting shot, blood, stitches, fainting, blood loss.

A/n Hehehe slight angst anyone? Short lil fic for all you who are craving some of that good old marvel content <3 Also I posted two fics in one day. I need a medal.

It honestly wasn’t that bad. You had had much worse in the past. This was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing you couldn’t deal with by yourself at least. It was just a graze; in fact it was barely a graze. everyone had seemed so happy that the mission went well you couldn’t dampen the mood. Sure, it was a bad idea. You had been shot after all. But the happy faces of your teammates made it hard to say anything that would take that away.

Upon reaching the jet you retracted inwards. You didn’t say much but everyone just assumed you were simply tired. Natasha was the only one who seemed to notice any sort of issue, but she didn’t press it, dismissing it as typical post mission aches and pains but she made a mental note to keep an eye on you.

After two hours the jet landed and the team departed, you waited a minute to exit knowing your walk was slightly off to adjust for the pain in your side. Sucking in a breath you stood and began to hobble down to your room.

The blood was beginning to show through your suit, and you needed to bandage it before the debrief with fury. You checked each hallway by peaking around the corner before quickly hurrying down it.

Once safely in your room and the door shut you began to peel off your suit. When the rough material brushed against the soft sensitive exposed wound you cried out before clamping a hand over your mouth and waiting for the sound of rushed footsteps. Luckily none came. You mentally thanked tony for the thick walls of the compound.

Once the suit hung from your waist and you stood with the black material around your hips clad in your navy sports bra you hobbled to the bathroom. Pain short through you as you lent down to grab the materials from under the sink. You sucked a harsh breath through your teeth as the lightning pain shot through your skin. Righting yourself again you began the painstaking process of cleaning and bandaging the wound.

After two small bottles of saline the wound was much more visible. It looked awful but it was too late now to tell someone. Placing a piece of gauze to the torn flesh you began to wind the roll of white bandaged around your midsection. After two rolls and a clip to secure it the light pressure seemed to almost relive some of the pain.

Tossing two pain tablets into your mouth and chugging some water you made quick but painful work of changing into a casual outfit of grey and red trackpants from when you were in senior year and a faded black band t-shirt. Throwing your hair into a messy bun and slipping on your vans you walked to the door practising walking normally. It hurt more but it was bearable and more importantly, believable.

Blood was beginning to seep through the bandages, but you dismissed it. It would clot soon, there was no real damage.

The meeting was rather boring, you turned up a few minutes late. Taking care of the injury had eaten up a lot of your time.

After three minutes the wound began to throb.

After five minutes you began to feel lightheaded. After ten black dots began to appear on your vision and your left hand drifted to you side. Of course, Nat was watching you carefully at this point, studying the slight pained expression on your face and hand hovering by your side.

She had just opened her mouth to ask you when your eyes rolled back, and you slumped almost falling out of the chair if Wanda’s magic hadn’t caught you and kept you in the chair.

Steve stopped talking and motioned to banner to take a look. Nat waved him off coming to you side and clearing her throat. The rest of the team could take a hint and soon it was just you Wanda and Natasha. Wanda carefully picked you up out of the chair and laid you on the floor with you head in her lap.

Nat’s hands ghosted over the base of your shirt as she lifted the black material to reveal heavily blood-soaked bandages.

“Cyka” she swore, and Wanda sucked in a breath, her hands however didn’t stop from where she rubbed your cheek in an attempt to rouse you. She whispered you name as she tapped your cheek. After a minute your eyes began to flutter but stayed closed as Nat began to unwind the bandages. When she saw the injury, she swore again.

“Jarvis?” The redhead said.

“Yes Ms Romanoff”

“Tell banner to bring a suture kit to the briefing room and a bottle of saline.” She said.

“Dr banner has been alerted and is on his way now.” The AI responded and Nat nodded as she began to probe the wound with her hand to check for further damage.

She wasn’t mad, she knew you had issues asking for help, but she hated seeing you like this.

After a moment Bruce appeared at the door his cheeks flushed and breathing coming in a slight pant. He wordlessly handed Natasha the kit and slipped back out of the room mumbling something about Tony being in his lab and needing to make sure he didn’t meddle with his notes.

Wanda nodded and thanked Bruce as Nat began to stitch up the wound. She had just put in the last stitch and tied it off when your eyes finally blinked and opened.

“Hey there Y/n/n” Wanda said brushing a hand over your cheek.

“Wha-“ you said trying to sit up, catching both girls by surprise you suddenly cried out at the movement jostling the stitches. A strong hand pushed you back into Wanda’s lap as Nat shook her head and removed her hand.

“None of that. You stay right there until i say so. That was pretty deep Y/n. You should have come to me earlier; it was almost too late to give you stitches outside of an operating room based off how long it was open and exposed. Risking infection.” She said and you mumbled an apology.

“It's ok darling just don’t do it again.” She said and rubbed your arm. “Right Wanda and I will take you to your room, where you will do nothing but rest until i deem you ready to leave your bed. Got it?” She said and you nodded. “Alright let's go.” Natasha carefully lifted you from Wanda lap with her arms under your knees and back to carry you.

Wanda trailed along beside you and soon they laid you in your bed before Wanda went to get some more pain medicine and Natasha laid down on the bed beside you softly stroking patterns on the small of you back to sooth you.

After taking the meds you fell asleep between the two women absolutely exhausted.

MASTERLIST

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hoeforhao · 7 months

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🏷 Kidult ▪︎Choi Seungcheol Fic▪︎ Epilogue

↷ pairing: dad!seungcheol × fem!reader (feat!jeonghan)

↷ genre: heavy angst, fluff towards the end, mentions of childhood trauma, sort of arranged marriage? cheol and reader have a daughter together, lots of dad seungcheol content!!!

↷ summary: can trying to relive the childhood you never got to experience, through your daughter be the reason of your husband's irk?

↷ part: 4/4 pt.1, pt.2, pt.3

↷ w.c: 1.03K

↷ author's note: originally I didn't plan on any epilogue to the series as I was like 'eh let me just end it with some smut'. But after reading the reviews I realized that few wanted a closure with some fluffy content! So here it is. A happy ending to my most loved series♡

“Yah Hana stop running away!” you’ve been sprinting after your two year old ball of mischief for the past couple of minutes, with various failed attempts of trying to make her gulp down the last few drops of the butterscotch shake that took almost thirty minutes to make, just because it was the only way you could manage get some milk into her system.

She has completely inherited her dad’s genes when it comes to annoying the shit out of you!!! Sometimes you really wonder whether she is even your daughter or not, because be it her boba eyes, or the way she sulks into a pout whenever you refuse to give her pickies, her juicy pink lips, the little peets, all are literal second copies of her dad. “ Was it you or me who carried her for 9 months CHOI SEUNGCHEOL” you internally curse at him whenever you look you two’s sweetest berry.

You were about to give up on this mission of feeding Hana when you suddenly felt a heavy pair of arms wrap oh so gently around your tummy, chin resting into the crest of your neck. “Don’t stress out your mother like this baby. Aren’t you daddy’s good girl, hmm?” Seungcheol’s face moves from the nest of your shoulder’s to his now slightly guilt stricken daughter’s face.

“You wanna be able to carry your little brother, right? Be a good elder sister for him?” his palms now ghost over the swell in your belly, carefully caressing the bump as if trying to pat his little champ, the new and beautiful addition to his small happy family, his son upon whom he’s ready to shower all the world’s love. Definitely not more than his princess tho-

Hana’s face was stricken with a view of remorse topped with the excitement from the mere thoughts of being able hold her small brother in her own soft arms, play with him, dress him up for her playtimes and most importantly be the home he can always rely on after his parents, even though she herself was just a child.

“Yes yes yes i want to be the best sister for Siu. I’ll be right, dada?” her doe eyes instantly light up, awaiting her father’s approval onto whether or not she will be the best elder sister for the new ball of happiness entering all three of you’s life.

“YAH YOU TWO ALREADY DECIDED THE NAME? Who will ask the mother hmph!!!!” you push off Cheol’s hands from your bump and turn around to now face the slightly laughing face of your husband, corners of his lips turning up into a slight curve, as if smiling at your angy face.

Seungcheol’s heart was swelling from the view before him; his wife, the bane of his existence, looking at him with that sulky pout, the one he loves so dearly, the one that makes him wanna kiss her then and there, that peaceful face of her that felt like home to him, adorned with fluffed up chipmunk cheeks and skin all glistening like snow from the pregnancy glow…while his daughter, the apple of his eyes, stood behind her, smiling wide like the brightest ray of light.

“I wanted the name to be a surprise for you, as Siu brought in new beginnings to the family that was falling apart! But looks like someone can’t keep secrets huh.” Cheol moves past you to pick up Hana in his arms, swaying her around and putting her in air jail as a punishment for disclosing his long thought gift to you, while you fondly look at them; isn’t this is the sight you’ve always wanted to cherish… your own happy and content family. Since that night at the resort, your life finally took a the turn you’ve wishing upon for years. Seungcheol started treating you as a literal cloud, too fragile to touch, taking you on the cutest dates every weekend even if he’s drowned with work, showering with love, hugs and kisses at every chance he gets….and most significantly adore you like a completely love stricken man whenever you acted as a kid alongside your little muffin. As Hana’s giggles echoed around the walls followed by her dad’s soft laughs, the only thing you could think to yourself was “This house is finally a home”

The entire day went by like this with your daughter’s shenanigans and her father supporting all the little tricks she kept on pulling on you. Annoying you is really the father-daughter duo’s best hobby!!! The sunlight was bidding its last goodbyes as you busied yourself in the kitchen, trying to put down a good feast for the guests….who were about to knock at any moment now.

A ring of the bell and you quickly realize who it could be. Pulling off your apron in seconds, you literally run towards the door, arms wide open to greet none other than the Yoon Jeonghan, aka your annoying ass devil spawn of a bestfriend. The moment the long haired man sees your figure waiting for him at the doorway, he wraps his hands around your torso tightly, a bit too tight for your now swelled up belly, earning him a hard smack on his non existent butt.

“You’ll suffocate the baby, you idiot” you playfully slap Han’s shoulders while welcoming his wife alongside the two year old version of your friend aka his daughter Byul. “Instead of being thankful to me you’re hitting me dumbo. Afterall it was my evil plan that led to you being round with Cheol’s child now right!!! Such an ungrateful friend you’re y/n”

You truly had no comeback for Han’s words this time as for the first ocassion the man was speaking completely correct facts. It was indeed because of the vacation he planned that Seungcheol apologized to you for his mistreatment, made you believe that he will wait to earn your trust and love,heal the broken relationships and gift you the family and home you’ve always craved for.

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Pure Vanilla x GN! Reader.

ONESHOT

Warnings: Very very small angst? I don't think it even counts as angst, tbh. And it's not proof read

-Dance-

"Greetings, old friend! It's been a while since we have last talked, and I do miss the ways we would chat the days away. Are you busy? I would hope not. That would be most unfortunate, since I'm hosting a grand party at my kingdom! You are one of few friends that I've invited with a handwritten letter. I do hope you enjoy it! The party and the letter, I mean. I hope to see you there. Maybe we can catch up? Oh and, I do hope we can continue being friends for a very long time.

-Sincerely, Pure Vanilla Cookie."

Your old friend Pure Vanilla was hosting a grand celebration, and everyone was invited. He even gave you a handwritten letter and eveything. It was going to be a large ball, where there would be music, food, and laughter. You couldn't wait for it to begin, though, you couldn't help but feel your heart sink at the words 'friend.' He thought of you as just that, a friend.

You thought of him as so much more, though.

Holyberry Cookie went shopping with you beforehand for some new outfits. You settled on a very fancy outfit that Hollyberry said looked nice on you.

There was also a small bracelet that Pure Vanilla gave you a while back. You decided to wear it, thinking it completed the outfit.

Before you knew it, it was already 8:00 P.M., the appointed time of the party.

How has time passed so quickly? You would ask yourself as you stood before the large gates.

Everything was so prestine and perfect, as expected of Pure Vanilla. He himself was rather perfect, wasn't he? All beautiful and kind. How did he even become friends with someone like you? Oh well, it doesn't realy matter.

When you entered the gates of the kingdom, you could already see floods of couples and people.

That's right, people don't usually come to parties alone. They usually come with someone they love.

Someone you love.

I have someone I love.

But do they love me back?

It's been a while since I last saw him..

You'd be thinking these thoughts to yourself as you walked into the main ballroom.

It was perfect in here as well.

The light bounced off of every wall in a way that made the whole room glow. The stained glass windows were all polished, and the floor was spotless.

He's way out of my league.

The chandelier hung enchantingly from the roof, and the tables were full of only the most exquisite foods.

And then of course, there was him. The center of attention, the heart of the party, the beloved ruler, Prune Vannila.

He was just talking to some guests, wearing that soft and inviting expression on his face while making small talk look so easy. He would smile, and laugh, and listen.

But most importantly, he looked so happy.

You'd look down at the invitation in your hand and sigh.

He would never love me.

You turned around and headed for a balcony. It was the same balcony that you and Pure Vanilla would always go to, and talk on. It was a nice place, and it was also a place where you could escape the party.

You'd rest your arms on the railing and look up at the sky. It was filled with stars, each spinning and sparkling in its own unique way. You wondered if Pure Vanilla would like them.

"Here you are. I saw you walking away from the party, and I had a feeling you'd be here," said a voice. You recognized it immediately.

"Pure Vanilla? I thought you were still talking to the guests.."

"I was, but when I saw you, I couldn't help myself! It's been much too long." He would say with a smile and he stood next to you.

"It has been a while... How have you been?"

"Ah, I don't mean to sound snobby or ungrateful, but everything was rather boring." He would pause for a moment. "I'm much happier now that you're here." He'd say.

You couldn't help but smile as well. "I'm much happier too."

There was a nice silence as the two of you looked up at the stary sky.

"Hey, I know this is a pretty random request, but.." he would hold out his hand.

He was wearing the bracelet as well. Just like he said he would.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, with a much more nervous smile this time.

You would put your hand in his. "Of course."

He would place his other hand on your waist, and you'd put your other hand on his shoulder. The music, though noticeably softer, could still be heard from the ballroom.

You two danced like this once before, but it was a long time ago. You wanted to learn how to dance, and he taught you.

At the time you weren't the best, but he didn't care. He just liked dancing with you.

"You've gotten better." He would say before twirling you around.

"I wanted to be good enough for the next time we met.." You'd say as you let Pure Vanilla guide your body through the dance.

"So you've been looking forward to this dance then?"

You nodded your head.

"I have as well..."

He would close his eyes as he recited the steps perfectly.

"You're wearing our bracelet." You'd say.

"Of course! I never lie." Pure Vanilla would pause for moment. "Except for one thing, actually."

You would tilt your head to the side curiously, awaiting an explanation.

"In the letter, I said I wanted us to stay friends for a long time. That was a lie though."

You felt your heart sink once again.

Was he trying end this friendship?

You weren't the best, but to just end it so suddenly?

"What do you mean-?" You would ask in a shaky voice. You didn't want to cry during this party, but if he continued on like this, you just might.

"Don't take it like that. That's not what I meant." He would say. "What I meant was... I want us to become more than friends." Pure Vanilla explained.

What did he just say? More than freinds?

"Don't make jokes like that." You'd say coldly.

"It's not a joke. I am being serious. I've always wanted to have you as my lover. Ever since our first dance together." He'd say.

"Then..." youd pause, and there was a suspenseful silence.

"Then I want to be more than friends as well.." you would finally spit out.

Pure Vanilla would let out a sigh of relief before smiling.

"Then please, my love, let us dance until the sun rises once again."

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla crk #pure vanilla x reader #pure vanilla oneshot #crk oneshot #cookie run kingdom oneshot #pure vanilla cookie x reader

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olivexii · 2 months

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⁀➷ ┄─ ˑ IV . ☆ ──ㅤ Knee Socks

Joseph Descamps x reader

Chapter 4

Masterlist

Warnings: Smoking

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

“What’s going on between you and Descamps?” Simone asked me as we walked to school. The weather was worse than the last couple of weeks, clouds looming over and turning everything gray.

“What do you mean?”

“Some people saw you walking with him after school yesterday.”

“Oh right. I didn’t have an umbrella, so he let me use his. There’s nothing going on.” I reassured her.

“Good. Stay away from him, he’s bad news.” Michèle warned as we neared the school, pupils now flooding around us.

I didn’t respond to them, only focusing on not walking into someone. Simone was looking off towards Jean-Pierre, I guessed she was happy that he only got off with a warning, but there was something else in that look.

“Why are you looking at Jean-Pierre like that?” I whispered so Simone so Michèle wouldn’t hear.

“W-what?”

“You’re looking at him funny.”

“I’m not.” She stuttered out, a mix of happiness and concern on her face as she looked between me and the older boy.

“Do you like him?”

“Do I like him? I’ve barely spoke to him why would I like him!” She whispered.

“You compared him to Alain Delon the other day.”

“Yeah but… Just don’t tell anyone, please.” She turned to look at me, holding her pinky out.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” I replied connecting our fingers.

“Thank you Y/N.” She smiled.

As we walked past Jean-Pierre and his friends, Simone kept turning around and smiling at him, Michèle completely oblivious.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The previous week we had been doing multiple, beginning of term tests. Revision for it took up most of my time, meaning I hadn’t been able to go out a lot, only rarely for errands.

“Laubrac, some progress. That’s 4.” The teacher said as he handed the marked tests back. Most of the class laughed at this, while some remained silent.

I averaged in most classes, earning between 12-15, which I was proud of considering I didn’t really pay attention in some of the classes.

Annick usually scored higher than everyone, as well as Felbec. They both always came top of the class. Descamps however, didn’t do as well, scoring around 7 or 8 on every test.

The teachers forgave him though, considering he had lost an eye and experienced trauma. The bandage was soon replaced with a brown eye patch, which suited him more.

The next class I zoned out in, watching as the rain dropped down the window and made a soft patting sound.

“You are all going to prepare a presentation, but in pairs.”

My head snapped towards the teacher at this. Presenting in front of a class, especially with boys in the room, is horrible.

“I’m going to be picking these pairs, because if you were to work with your friend, you will get nothing done.” The teacher says as he looks towards Descamps and Dupin, who just laughed in response.

“Every pair of students will then present their work to the class.” I internally groaned at this, anxiety already building up inside of me. The teacher then began listing names off of the register.

“Sabiani and Pichon?” This pair made the class laugh, especially the boys in the back corner of the room, knowing they were going to bully Pichon because of it.

“Hey look, Pichon’s blushing. He’s turned pink like a pig!”

“That’s enough, Dupin.” The teacher called, sounding fed up of them.

“Do we have to work together in pairs, sir?” Annick raised her hand, Pichon looking at her in sadness.

“That’s the whole point of this exercise, and most importantly, your pair’s average, will be your grade.”

He then continued to rattle off some more names. Michèle was partnered with a random boy, and Simone was partnered with Applebaum.

“L/N and Descamps?”

I internally groaned again at this, picking at my fingernails before slowly looking back at Descamps. He had a small smirk plastered on his face, looking at Dupin before turning to look at me.

I wasn’t happy to be working with Descamps, knowing I would probably be the only one getting work done. But I wasn’t disappointed either, this way I get to know him a bit more.

“How does that sound?” The teacher asked happily once he had partnered everyone up.

Nobody replied, some looking at their partner and smiling while others just faces the front, not amused.

The bell rang, and everyone scrambled to grab their things.

“I feel sorry for you Y/N, having to work with Descamps. Surely you can ask to change?” Simone said as we walked down the school stairs, heading for break.

“I’m sure it will be fine. He won’t do any work anyway, so I can do the presentation on whatever I want.” I smiled back.

“Yeah, I guess that’s an advantage.” Michèle shrugged as we went to sit down on the benches outside.

“Me and Simone are going to ask if we can work together. We don’t really feel comfortable working with a boy after what happened a couple of weeks ago.” Michèle said, fiddling with her hands on her lap.

“I don’t blame you, I don’t feel comfortable either but, it’s either Descamps or a random boy I don’t know.” I shrugged and they agreed with me.

Michèle starts talking, while Simone smiles, looking into the distance. I look in the direction she is, and Jean-Pierre is walking towards us, a book in his hand.

“Here, this is yours.” He says to Michèle, holding it out to her, “I put it in my bag by mistake.”

“Thanks.” The girl smiles.

“Bye then.” He walks away abruptly, Simone’s smile fading when he didn’t even glance at her.

“English isn’t the problem for me, it’s maths.” Michelè begins to rant, “I got three out of twenty on the last test.”

“Three out of twenty isn’t so bad.” Simone sighs, still looking at Jean-pierre. I nudge her slightly with my elbow, smiling.

“L/N. Can we talk?” A voice comes from behind. All three of us turn around at the same time. Descamps is stood there, not looking at the other two, just me.

“Uhm sure.” I say wearily, looking at the other two girls, who are just glaring the boy down. He starts to walk away, and I stand up to follow him, leaving my bag with the two girls.

Once we made it a fair distance from Simone and Michèle he turns to me, leaning his back against the wall that we walked towards.

“We’ll have to go to your place, for the project.” He says, not looking at me, just pulling a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket.

“Why mine?” I ask, pulling my cardigan closer to my body, the September air hitting me.

“Because we can’t go to mine.” He blows smoke, looking straight ahead.

“Why?”

“Because. We can’t go to mine.” He says more sternly this time.

“We can’t go to mine either.”

“Why not?” He turns to me.

“My brother, he doesn’t like it when I have boys in the house. My mother is the same.” I cross my arms over my chest and look up at him.

“What? What if you tell them it’s for a school project.”

“I don’t know how they’ll feel.” I shrug.

“Oh well. Meet me after school. We can go straight to yours.” He turns away to take another drag of his cigarette and blow the smoke away from me.

“Okay, by the school gates?”

“Yes.”

I nod at him awkwardly.

“Is there anything else you wanted to say, or is that it?” I ask him, tilting my head.

He hesitates for a moment, before mumbling that he had nothing else to say, and walks off towards his friends.

I stand there for a few seconds, watching him, before turning on my heel and walking back towards the two girls on the bench.

“What was that about?” They asked once I had sat down.

“Nothing, just the project.” I shook my head, still thinking about the interaction.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Like he said, Joseph was sat on a wall by the school gates, smoking again. As I approached him he turned to me and threw the cigarette away, stomping on it once he had came down from the wall.

“Sorry if you waited long, I was talking with Simone and Michèle.”

“It’s fine, had the chance to have a cigarette anyway.” He nodded, “Are we going?”

“Yeah.”

Everyone had left by now. The streets were silent except for the occasional rumble of a passing car.

“So, what did you want to do the project on?” I asked, turning to him as we walked up my street.

“Not sure, you can figure that out.” He replied, looking between his feet and the street ahead.

“Okay. Are you going to do anything in this project?”

“If you tell me to.” He replied, smirking at the ground.

“Descamps you have to do something, it can’t just be me that would be unfair.” I said when we approached my house.

“I will do something. I’ll be emotional support for you.”

“Oh, as if you know what emotional support is.” I laughed, opening the door, “Michael!”

My brother came out from the kitchen as we stood in the doorway.

“This is Descamps. We have to do a project for French.” I told him.

“Why are you with a boy?” He asked, chewing on an apple.

“We got paired up by the teacher.” I shuffled on my feet, gripping my bag tighter.

“Right, okay. Keep your door open and both of you don’t sit on the bed at the same time.” Michael replied, pointing his finger between us as he glared Descamps down.

“Yeah I know.” I sighed and walked past him, Descamps closing the front door and following.

“Door open!” My brother called as we walked up the stairs.

“I know!”

As I walked into my room, setting my bag down on a chair, taking my cardigan off and putting it on the back of the chair as well. Joseph stood in the doorway, looking around.

“What are you doing?” I asked, turning around to him and leaning my hand on my chair.

“You live here?”

“Yes…”

“You look like you do.” He said, taking his jacket off.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” I took his jacket off of him and hung it on a hook with my cardigans.

“No.” He replied simply, turning around to slightly shut the door, leaving about a 4 inch gap.

“So,” He turned to me, “What do you want to do the project on?”

“Camus?”

“Sounds good.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After about 15 minutes of me researching books and writing notes, Descamps finally spoke up.

“Why do you hang around with Michèle?” He said, leaning against the headboard of my bed.

“What?” I replied, sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed frame, open books scattered around me.

“I don’t get why you like her so much.”

“She’s my friend.”

“She’s an attention seeker. You don’t deserve to be around people like that.”

“She’s not an attention seeker.” I sigh, looking up at him and putting down the book I was holding.

“Did you see the way she was dressed on the first day.”

“It was a hot day. Anyway you could have ignored her but you decided to pour water all over her.”

“She’ll get over it.” He said, sitting up more and looking away from me.

I continue to look at him before picking up the book and going back to reading.

“He only got off with a warning.”

“Hm?” I hummed, not looking up from my book.

“Jean-Pierre. He only got off with a warning, while I’m stuck with an eye patch for the rest of my life.”

I turn around fully to face him, leaning my arm on the top of the bed by his legs.

“Yeah it’s not fair, I get that. You have every right to be mad at him. Besides, you look cool with an eye patch.”

“You think?” He turns to look at me, smiling and sitting up more.

“Yeah, it suits you.”

He laughs and gets up from the bed, moving a few books to the side to sit next to me on the floor.

“You should sit on the bed for a bit, the floor can get uncomfortable.”

“Won’t you be uncomfortable though?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” He shook his head and looks down at his lap.

“Thank you.” I say, putting my hand on his shoulder to pull myself up and going to lean against the wall, my legs now a few inches away from the back of his head.

“Is there anything I could do?” He says, turning around to look at me.

“Umm… I guess you could make a few notes on the context of L'etranger. I was going to do that next anyway.” I replied, sitting up and leaning down to pick up a book and give it to him.

He takes the book as I stand up. Walking over to my desk to get a pen and some paper for him, I feel his eyes following me. I smile slightly and turn around.

“Here.” I say, handing him the stuff.

“Thanks.” He takes them and opens the book.

I go to sit down next to him on the floor, picking up my own book and carrying on reading.

“Aren’t you going to sit on the bed?” He turned to me.

“I’m making sure you don’t mess the project up. It goes towards my grade as well.” I reply, leaning my head against my bed frame.

“R-right.” The boy says, maintaining eye contact with me but not saying anything else.

“Y/N?” I hear from down the corridor, my mother’s footsteps becoming louder, before she enters the room. “Your brother said you’re working on a project with a boy.”

“Y-yes. This is Joseph Descamps.” I say, sitting up straight.

Descamps stands up and goes to shake my mother’s hand, “Hello.”

“Are you staying for dinner?” She asks.

He turns to look at me questioningly, and I give him a nod.

“If that’s alright.” He looks back around.

“Yes that’s fine. It’s nice to know Y/N is actually making friends and she’s not just hauled up in her room like she always is.”

I feel my face turn red at this and rest my head against the palm of my hand. Joseph turns around laughing at me, putting his hands in his pockets as my mother walks away.

“I like her.” He carries on laughing as he goes to sit down next to me, closer this time.

My face goes even redder at the close distance between us, and I try to distract myself by reading.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“So, Joseph, have you lived here for a while?” My mother asks, trying to break the silence around the table while we eat.

“Yeah, my whole life, in two different houses though. The first one was just outside of the city, but now I live a few streets down from here.” He replies after swallowing a mouthful of carrots.

“That’s nice. I’m guessing you like it here then.”

“Yeah, sometimes.” He replies, before turning his head to me, asking me to say something so he could get a break.

“How was work?” I ask my mother.

“It was alright, a lot of customers at the shop.”

I nod, not knowing what to say next. My brother, sat across from Joseph doesn’t say anything, just eating his food and staring down the boy across from him, making the whole situation more awkward.

When we had finished eating, I took all of the plates to the kitchen, offering to help my mother clean up.

“Should I go pack away the books upstairs?” Joseph asks me.

“Yeah, thank you. I think we’ve done enough for today.” I smile, which he returns and starts making his way up the stairs.

I clean everything up for a few minutes before making my way upstairs. Descamps is sat down, stacking all of the books neatly at the foot of my bed.

“Thank you.” I smile at him.

He looks up at me standing over him before holding his hand out to me. I take it and pull him up.

“I should probably get going now, it’s getting dark.” He says, walking past me to my door and taking his coat off the hook.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I have nothing better to do.” Walking to grab my cardigan, I notice it’s not in its usual place, placed on the seat of the chair instead of the back of it. Weird.

I put it on anyway and turn to Joseph, who’s stood watching me.

“C’mon.” He says, and walks out of my room. I smile at him behind his back.

Once we made our way downstairs we go to my mother.

“Thank you for the meal madam.” Descamps says as he sticks his hand out towards her.

“You’re welcome. You’ll have to come over again, I have a lot more questions to ask you.” She smiles, shaking his hand as he laughs.

“Let’s go before it’s dark.” I tell him, smiling at my mother as I gently grab the boys arm and walk towards the door.

We exchange goodbyes, and as soon as I close the door behind me I let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

“Are you sure.” He says, stepping towards me.

“I’m sure. Let’s get going, it’s getting dark.”

“Want to get rid of me that easily?” He smiles.

“Yes.” I say sarcastically, laughing as we start to walk.

After a few minutes I notice we had gotten closer to each other, our shoulders almost touching. I look up at him, admiring his face underneath the golden street laps. Why is he so horrible to Michèle, but completely fine with me?

The boy turns to look at me, and I quickly look away, now focusing on my shoes as he laughs quietly to himself.

“This is my house.” He says and stops outside of a brown door. He turns to me, not saying anything.

“Oh, you don’t live that far away.”

He shakes his head, still looking at me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I start, not knowing what else to say.

“See you tomorrow.” He replies, smiling as he goes to open his door.

Quickly, I stand on my toes and kiss his cheek before quickly turning around and walking away, not wanting to see how he reacted.

After walking a few feet, I turn my head back, and he’s still stood there looking at me, hand on the doorknob, and a blush on his face.

I smile to myself and carry on walking home.

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

A/N: how on earth do i put a submission box on my profile i don’t know how to use tumblr 😭

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thetriplets3 · 11 months

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melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

with matt its so cute

This is so cute I loved writing this please keep the requests coming <3

❊ delicate ❊

If there’s one word to describe how life has been lately it would be exhausting, in every aspect. I spend half my nights awake, restlessly tossing and turning thinking about the long list of things I need to do. I can’t seem to make the racing thoughts in my head stop.

I've isolated myself from my friends and more importantly, you. I’m trying to do a million things and keep my thoughts under control and not drag anyone down with me. Other than the odd text here and there to you we haven’t talked a lot in a week. I can’t help but feel bad. I don’t do this on purpose and you understand that, having experienced the same thing yourself. You give me space and know that I’ll come to you when I need help or when I’m ready.

Which brings me to now. Knocking on your door, I’m greeted by Nick who welcomes me in with a hug. He tells me that you and Chris have just gone to get groceries and should be back soon.

“I’ll let him find out on his own that you’re here” Nick tells me as he retreats to his room.

I send Nick a smile as I head to the comfort of your room. Simply being in your bed and the smell of your cologne is enough to make me fall asleep with ease for the first time in a while.

Matt’s POV:

Walking into my room I’m met with you sleeping peacefully in my bed. “Oh sweet girl” I coo to myself.

Taking my backpack and hoodie off and placing them on my chair, I carefully climb into bed trying to not wake you. I lie there facing you, happy that you feel safe enough to come to me when you need me. My eyes dance over your delicate features. My heart skips a beat whenever I look at you.

I love your eyes. They remind me of an endless galaxy that I never wanna leave, the way your eyes squint when you’re truly happy, how unknowingly expressive you are, the way everything about you's so perfectly suited, just for you. I can’t wrap my head around what there is that you could dislike about yourself. You’re the most beautiful person that has walked this earth and I can’t believe I get to call you my girlfriend.

Noticing you slowly start to wake up I place my hand gently on your cheek and begin softly rubbing circles into your skin. As your eyes open I can see the emotion and the toll this past week has taken on you. You don’t let this stop you from smiling back at me as your eyes flutter shut, taking in the physical contact you’ve been missing.

“You don’t know how happy I am to see you honey. Are you okay?” I whisper.

“I’m okay now that you’re here. I’m sorry for pushing you away. I don't mean to do it, it just feels easier to deal with it myself and not put it on other people” you whisper, sadness filling your voice.

“You’re not alone in this, I’m here for you, just like you are for me. Do you wanna talk about your week or do you wanna forget about it?” I ask.

“I know, thank you for being so patient with me. I wanna forget about it and just be with you right now. I’ve missed your touch” you say.

I open my arms inviting you in. You rest your head on my chest, tilting it up to look at my horse necklace as you fiddle with it. Wrapping one arm securely around you, knowing it makes you feel safe, the other makes its way back to your cheek. My thumb mindlessly draws circles on your soft skin. The warmth of my touch makes your eyelids flutter as they grow heavy, lulling you into a much needed sleep.

Even when things seem like they're falling apart, he's right there to pick up the pieces.

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multifandomsw · 1 year

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summary: your life with Obi-Wan if Anakin had never turned

Obi Wan x Reader

Daze

As you stepped out of the transport you were met with the sweet smell of flowers and fresh smell of the countless trees and heathlands. The warm sunlight immediately tickled your face, a smile instantly forming on it. Distantly, you heard the soft burble of waterfalls.

Of the countless planets you’ve seen as a Jedi, Naboo had to be your favorite. It was not only the captivating beauty, but mostly the safe feeling it provided you. Like a warm embrace.

Obi-Wan watched you, his eyes dilating at seeing you so content. That was his only goal in life, to make you happy.

He looked down for only a second, dragging his eyes from your radiant smile to the luggage he was holding in his hands.

A smile of his own formed on his face when his eyes moved back to you. This was it, a new and fresh beginning.

The seemingly ever lasting war that had brought you all so much pain, suffering and sadness had finally come to an end, the Republic was as strong as ever and everyone lived in peace again.

Peace, that was what the Jedi had always stood for. Obi-Wan had watched as they had lost their ways during the war, the Jedi had no longer been keepers of peace, but partly the reason for violence.

Even though he was a part of the council, he didn’t agree on many things they did. And most importantly, he didn’t agree on some of the strict rules.

Why were attachments forbidden when yours had only made him happier, stronger, more focused?

Why would they forbid something so beautiful like love? A feeling consuming your whole body and mind, happiness shooting right through you.

Oh- how much he loved you. His heart ached in his chest at only the thought of his love for you, so deep, so pure, so real.

He was swiftly pulled out of his thoughts as he heard the giggling of children close to him.

And as his eyes moved to the platform, he watched little Leia and Luke running to you at full speed.

You had to bite your lip from smiling so much, kneeling down and opening your arms. And as they both made impact with you, you almost fell down at their strength.

You laughed as you pulled both of them as close to you as possible, stroking Leia’s head softly. You had only seen them a few weeks ago, but they had both grown so much.

Both let go of you at once, grinning up at you mischievously. “How have you both been?”, you questioned, now stroking Luke’s head once.

“Great!”, Luke chirped in, but Leia had something to add very soon. “Apart from my annoying brother, everything’s been great.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing and watched as Luke shot you an angry look, running up to Obi-Wan to hug his legs. “That’s the thing about boys, they tend to be annoying a lot.”, you rolled your eyes, clearly referring to Anakin and Obi-Wan.

“Oh is that so?”, a too familiar voice asked and you stood up quickly, grinning up at Anakin. You had to hold back your laugh as you saw the visible dark bags under his eyes and his ruffled hair.

Padmé, who stood next to him, seemed to be looking just fine, as beautiful and effortlessly beautiful as ever.

You hugged them both quickly, before you decided to talk to Padmé for a bit.

Out of the corner of your eye, however, you watched as Anakin and Obi-Wan hugged each other, your heart immediately melting at the sight.

“Are you excited?”, Padmé wanted to know. “More than anything. The only place I’ve ever known is the Jedi temple, I can’t imagine how life as normal citizens will be like.”

Padmé shrugged her shoulders. “I promise, you’ll both love it.”, she began. “With the way this man looks at you, you’ll certainly be in safe hands.”, she continued and you felt your cheeks warming at merely the mention of him, your Obi-Wan.

You felt Obi-Wan coming closer to you, his hand swiftly brushing yours, asking for permission to take it. You instantly opened your palm, intertwining your fingers with his. Warmth spread through your body at just the feeling of his hand in yours. There had to be no hiding anymore, you could love him in public and he wasted no time in showing everyone that you were his.

“Gross.”, Anakin’s eyes moved from your intertwined hands to your face, imitating a disgusted look.

You smacked him lightly, glaring at him. “If you want us to babysit Luke and Leia tonight, you better take that back.”

You watched Anakin’s eyes as they widened, a panicked look appearing on his face. “I’ll take it back. Everything. We need that break.”

You giggled and Obi-Wan could swear it was the most beautiful sound in the galaxy.

He leaned down to whisper something in your ear, his sweet breath tickling your skin. “Since when are they so big and since when can they talk?”

“That’s what I was thinking!”, you whispered back, your gaze moving to Luke who was being chased by Leia.

“Come on, we’ll take you to your new home.”, Padmé and Anakin began to walk away from you and as you moved to take a step, too, Obi-Wan took your arm and stopped you from moving for a second.

You immediately turned to him, your eyes locking with his beautiful blue ones. You would never get used to the color.

What caught you off guard, though, was the longing look in Obi’s eyes as he looked back at you.

You watched him gulp, nervousness written on his face. You quickly intertwined your force presence with his, soothing him just a little.

“If-“, he began, his voice breaking at the end. You watched as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second before regaining his courage.

“If we get settled and we both find a job and earn enough money to live- of course- would you consider-“, he began, his eyes moving to your lips only once.

“Would you consider having this, too?”, he moved his head to Padmé’s and Anakin’s. “Building a family?“, he finished, his eyes hopeful.

“Of course only if you want to, and if you are ready. If you don’t want children at all, we don’t have to, the only thing I want is you in my life-“

You interrupted him by placing a hand on his face and it was only then that he saw the tears building up in your eyes. “There’s nothing else that I want.”, you whispered.

Obi’s eyes dilated immediately, his heart racing in his chest. He moved his eyes to your lips once again and caught them in a sweet and soft kiss.

His eyes opened widely, the sound of a sandstorm outside awaking him from his dream.

His heart dropped at that.

A dream. It had only been a dream.

The cave he was living in was dark and smelled musty, he hadn’t changed his clothes in a while and he was sleeping on the stone hard ground.

Tears instantly rushed to his eyes when he truly realized that it had only been a dream, so very distant from reality.

It had felt so real, your hand in his, you in his arms where you belonged.

This is where you should be right now, laying in his arms and cuddling with him to sleep.

Despite of everything that had happened, you still should be with him, living in a small hut on Tatooine.

If you were with him, he wouldn’t be sleeping at a place like this, he’d work ten jobs to provide a happy and fulfilled live for you. He’d give everything to you.

You were supposed to be with him, he was supposed to protect you, always protect you. You shouldn’t be laying dead in the Jedi temple, you should be by his side.

He threw his fist against the stone ground in a fit of anger, probably breaking some bones in the process.

He had always known that he didn’t deserve you, didn’t deserve you loving him back. Surprisingly, though, you did love him back.

The universe, however, didn’t allow him to be happy. He was destined for infinite sadness and he was well aware of it, but he had always hoped that his future contained you, in any way possible.

The universe didn’t allow him love, though.

He pulled his knees closer to him, letting a sob out at just the thought of you.

He missed you, so so much. It was as if a part of him was gone, his heart ripped out of his chest. It was yours and you had taken it with you when you died.

“Please, darling, give me a sign, anything.”

He was met with nothing.

#angst #obi wan x reader #obi wan x you #kenobi #obi wan #star wars angst #anakin x padme

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luventi · 2 years

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dnsjadnjs give me the headcanonsssss

lord and lady ragnvindr <3

courting you would bring a new found life into diluc’s home, his servants would miss the days when the manor was a hub of guests and parties and the young master would be seen a lot more around the house—but sadly after his return most of the rooms have not been stepped in, in ages and no guests hardly ever stay the night

until he begins to court you! you’re a fresh breath of pure air in diluc’s rather lonely and dark life, you prompt him to open up the drawing room, have the library refurnished, even clean up his gardens that have been ignored for so long! all because you expressed the smallest want of wanting to see his manor at its former glory

it makes him so happy to see you so at home and pleased with the manor, he can’t help but think how perfectly you would fit into his life <3333

he would throw small and intimate dinner parties for you both and they would be so romantic, although some days he much prefers your homemade picnic in the orchard than the lavish meals his personal chef prepares for you both

gifts are kept to a minimum, he doesn’t want you to think he’s buying your love rather than expressing his fondness for you in the form of a well thought out gift but his heart swells whenever he sees the look of pure joy on your face whenever he pulls a neatly wrapped box out from his coat pocket and into your palms

slight nsfw but diluc is a gentleman and he wants to keep your reputation untarnished because he respects you and your honor…but he can’t help but go back on his word whenever you pull him towards you in a dark corner of his home, he’ll indulge in your sweet scent and soft lips for only a little though much to your dismay

this prompts you to fill his brain with ideas of engagement and a wedding but more importantly your wedding night, needless to say this encourages him to propose muck quicker

but diluc is not only proposing to you because he wants the pleasure of taking you over and over again, but because he truly loves the man he is whenever he is around you! a man that is not plagued with grief and bitterness towards the world but can now recognize the good in it too

it’s very obvious the effect you have on him, locals hardly can recall the amount of times they have seen the illustrious master diluc but now he makes frequent visits to the city and not just to tend the bar in his tavern! no, now he walks around the stores with you on his arm paying more than necessary to the humble shopkeepers, he attends theatrical shows and festivals and goodness he even smiles now! it’s so jarring to see strong and silent diluc this way

this is self indulgent but with the manor now refurbished it leaves a lot of room for spontaneous games of hide n seek, you would think diluc is too serious for games outside of chess but he loves to search around for you even inquiring his servants where his lady has disappeared off to but they never rat you out

sometimes he is quick to find you other times he takes a little while longer, but always without fail he swoops you up in his arms once he has caught you and gives you a long and deep kiss

also yes most of this would be improper without them properly being engaged but who is going to tell master diluc he can’t have sleepovers with his lady and chase around his manor? hm? who?

#i want to write more of this but they’re MARRIED!#diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc fluff #genshin impact fluff #diluc x fem!reader #genshin impact x female reader

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yakuly · 10 months

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Desaparecer | B. CH

Pairing: IdolBangChan x NonIdolreader (mainly neutral gender, but reader has a female body)

Words: 1.3017 (sorry)

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (please stay safe people), marking (both), oral (reader receive) Chan slightly soft Dom but he's also a little shit at the beginning, slight overestimulation (reader receive), and they are both a little insecure at the end of it.

This work it was requested!

A/n: first of all, I'm kinda impressed with myself for the good warning tags (yay), second of all I hope the anon that request like It, and who reads it too. I loved to write it, and got even more better than what I planned. And also it's been a while since I wrote a smut, so please be honest with it (but not mean tho), and I haven't proof readedz so who knows. That's for the attention, and food reading!

(the gift isn't mine, credit to the beloved soul who made it! ❣️)

💌: @marcillfll

For many days you wondered if it what are you doing? You have a really good life, a very stable routine, finding happiness in little details... But is your boyfriend actually part of it?

It should be, right? He is your boyfriend afterall! You should be happy with his company, his words, his presence, your special days, your regular days that turned into something special because of him... Except Christopher Bang it isn't a regular guy with a regular position, that can provide you all of that.

He's a international Korean Idol, and more importantly a very needed base to his group "Stray kids". Sonic it's hard to have a very knowing boyfriend, that has a lot of responsibilitys, add the fact that you need to keep your relationship a secret.

So that perfect relationship you dreamed for years, it isn't actually like you dreamed of...

Well you got really lucky with Chris! He's a very sensitive, romantic, attentive, sweet boyfriend; he is also really reliable about anything and everything, and you can't lie, he's a ver ver good looking boy. But sometimes you just can't get away with the feeling that you don't actually have him.

Something that Bang Chan is actually pretty aware of it. That's why he decided to plan a weekend only, giving the both of you hours of moments alone together.

You didn't actually knew what he was planning on, but once, in a very boring and slow Friday, you recieved a text from him, saying that you should pack some stuffs for a weekend a way, you knew you couldn't be disappointed.

...

"Morning my love!" Chris voice being the first one you listen on a Saturday morning, it was a hell of an indication you would have a really good day.

You were finishing getting ready with for meeting him in only a couple of minutes, until you hear his voice coming from your living room. Running after him, you can't help but jumping on his embrace, giggling just like he did when he saw your figure.

"Missed you" you mumble on his neck, ticking slightly, but Christopher couldn't care less. He hugged your body closer to his, both of you selling each other's perfume. "Missed you too my love"

"Where are we going?" You asked finally taking your head out of his neck to look at his gorgeous features, and like that you catched his eyes shining bright, and you felt the warm of his love through it.

Bang Chan smiled, one of his childish smiles, that you slightly mirror it. The boy Negou com a cabeça shaked his hands before saying "Sorry love, confidential information" and laughed at your whining about it.

...

You had no idea where Chan was taking you, but you knew it was very far, since when more trees started to appear, he loses his face mask and cap, keeping only his sun glasses, making him even more beautiful.

"The view it's on the other side, y'know?" The boy jokes, but you hold his hands and simply say: "really? I don't think it could compare to what I'm seeing" and those words made the boy blush and giggle, and God, how you missed this sound!

Trying to take away the attention, he turn on the volume of the radio, and laying his hands on your thighs squeezing it a little bit. And you can't control those goosebumps that spread your skin at it, so you tried to play it cool, and got your phone in hands.

"Chanie, not to be that person, but you know we are getting without phone signal, right?" you didn't really care much about it, but as a leader, composer and producer, Bang Chan basically needed that like air.

"I know" he simply said, quickly looking at you and smiling "it's for to turn the phone off, so no one can bothers us" Christopher than holded you hand on his lips, where he kissed "we're going to... desaparecer"

...

The place your boyfriend booked it was really nice. It was a simple regular house, but it had a nice view of trees, the sky pretty clear, and the moon shining very bright and perfect.

"What we should do first?" You ask feeling his arms sneaking around your waist, and that alone makes your heart beat hard and fast. Chan begins to trails soft kisses on your neck, and you shivers under his touch.

"Huuum how about..." he starts speaking still trailing kisses that makes the air leave your lungs, and close your eyes, feeling very conscious about his body pressed against yours. "...you going to the room, take a nice shower, dress fancy, and come down here so I can give you a amazing date night?"

You smile turning around on his embrace. Holding his face in your hand, you caress his cheek, taking in the whole bang Chan you have in your arms. Your eyes wander his face until reach his voluptuous lips, and slowly you get your face closer to his, seeing the boy you now holding do the same, closing his eyes after staring at your lips. He can already feel the taste of your gloss on him...

"Okay" your voice make him open his eyes, only to find you already leaving him alone. Chan needs some seconds to understand and recover, letting out a snort, but laughing along.

...

You took a very calm and relaxing shower, took your very precious time to get ready, and choosing a very sexy clothe you had. Specially black, Chan's favorite color.

"Can I go now?" You open the room's door and asks loud so your boyfriend can hear you. Finally you recieved a positive response and went after him. "What you have for me?" You ask when you see him on his back.

Christopher turn around and stop. You saw his mouth form a perfect 'o', and him starting to mumbling trying to say something. And Bang Chan, feel the whole world stop once his eyes met your figure, sou gorgeous in front of him... He knew he had to say something, that's why he tried, but his brain couldn't work properly.

"Uh... Love, are you by any chance... Hum hungry?" The boy asks, still looking up and down. You smile, deciding to tease him just a little bit more, then pretending to think a little longer.

"Huuummm... I don't know, why?" Chris then slowly gets closer to you, staring at your eyes, making easy for you to realize how dark they were. And tiu can't help but already feel affected by him.

"Because my love..." He starts to speak, and everytime he gets closer, you take a step back, soon reaching the wall "I was going to give you a really nice and romantic dinner, but seeing you like this..." Chan smirks, and take his hands to your face. He holds by you chin, making you already loose your senses, and look at hia face, heart pounding in your chest "I can only think about taking this clothes out of you, and fuck the shit out of you." The way the man was holding you, and staring at you, and your knees get week, but Chan it's pretty fast, holding you, and smirking even more "you're going to scream my name so people on the other side of the town will hear you... Is that good for you my love?" He asks, and you obviously confirm nodding "words love"

"Yes chanie" it's all you can say, before his lips are on yours.

Christopher glue your body to his, pulling you closer, and only stabilizing you with his knees between your legs. As soon as his tongue get inside of your mouth, you let him dominate the kiss, and yourself. Bang Chan take his hands out of your face, to your hip, firmly pressing you against his thighs.

You are completely taken by him, letting your hand walk through him, but ending on his nape, griping slightly hard at his hair once he makes your hips move on top of him. You gasp at his lips, and Chan smiled. The boy have the audacity to pull apart, and stare at you, smiling like a devil.

"Let me look at you" he cooed, holding your face once again, and moving your hips against his muscle. You feel the electricity run your whole body, once the angle it was making his thigh reach your clit. "Fuck I missed that pretty face of yours"

Chan let a soft kiss on your mouth, before trailing kisses to your neck, and picking you up. He laid you down at the soft mat, hovering on top of you.

You could feel his lips everywhere. And then his tongue, and some bitting, and definitely a lot of marking...

"I'm going to fuck you" bang Chan begins to undress you, throwing them somewhere "no breaks. No pause" his voice was low, and made your whole body shake "I'm going to fuck you"

You had no idea that you were already naked in front of him, all you knew it was that Chan was leaving sweet kisses at your belly, then at your thighs...and he was painfully slow at it.

"Chan" you called for him, unsure of what to say. The boy looked at you smirking like the devil he is, but diving his face inside of you, making you call for him, but in a more urgent way "chan!"

When you heard people saying that rappers where good at giving oral, you didn't minded much about it, but you couldn't denied now that they were correct. Very correct.

"Fuck" he said hoarse voice slightly muffed by your body "you don't have any idea how much I missed your taste, love" it was all you heard before Chan dives in you, for real this time.

Christopher flicked his tongue on your clit, making you shiver and instinctively grab his hair, trying to gain some control over the man (but you knew better than that). You catch his dark eyes staring at you, when you feel him giving your pussy a long stripe, and you swear you can feel your soul leaving your body at the sight.

"Can you keep looking at me, beautiful?" Chan suddenly asks very nicely, and you on your week state, confirm with a nod. Chan maintain eye contact with you, and you almost can't notice his hands grabbing your thighs in a much stronger grip, only so he can comeback to his work on you.

Chan a man on a mission, moaning on you while his tongue work inside of you, taking away all the air in your lungs, making you squirm and weakly moan his names.

It felt so good. It always felt good, but your boyfriend made a promise to himself that today it was all about you. So he was planning on devour your body in many ways.

That's why when your body started to giving signs that you were about to cum, nada you started to say it yourself, all he did was raise his eyebrow indicating that he was okay with it, but never stopping his movements.

"Chan..." You called kinda as a warning, that the knot in your stomach it was about to release, but he holds you even closer and keep on eating you out. "God, Chan!" You called more desperate, your grip getting more strong on his hair, and he moan, diving impossibly more inside of you "Chan!" You definitely screamed, feeling your orgasm taking over all of your body.

With eyes closed all you wanted it was to let the feeling go, but Chan took a little more of his time with you, keeping his tongue working while holding your body trambelling on the floor.

"I love you" Christopher's voice slightly brought you back to reality. Your breathing it was uneven, so he made sure he's touch on you it was lightly and soft.

He kissed your legs, making his way to your torso, and face. And he's eyes met yours, and he chuckled while watching you coming back to reality. He was very soft, caressing your cheek, looking ver foundy at your face. Chan also gave you pecks, and kisses to your lips and face, making you giggle.

"welcome back, my love" Chan jokes, grabbing your hand and kissing your fingers. You weekly answers with a "hi" and the brightest smile for the night. "Are you okay?" He asks, softly touching every peace of your body he could reach "good, because I'm not done with you love"

And his lips were back to your body. Focusing on your breasts, one at time with his lips, leaking, kissing and bitting, you could feel the bruisings forming where he bit. And then he touched them. For only he starts to intercalate tongue and hands. He knew you and your body, and as he was right, you were ready for him once again.

"Can I?" You weekly asks for him, indicating his clothes. Chan brightly smiles and sits up with you, so you can undress him.

His jacket go out really fast, but his shirt goes out slowly, since you wanted to feel him too, unbuttoning you kiss his torso just like he did with yours, but being a little more carefull not to mark him.

"Love do you want to mark me up?" He asked smiling when you look at him with puppy eyes "can I?" After his approval your lips were everywhere on his skin, marking whenever you reached.

"Fuck love" he pantted at your willing "I'm sorry but I need to fuck you. Now" Chan growled laying you once again.

You felt his tip at your entrance, but before he got inside of you, he hover his body on top of yours, and kiss you. You feel all the love he feels for you, and then you feel all the cock he gives to you.

Chan filled you up. To the very brin.

"Chan please move" you request, lips still touching. He smiles and starts to move, slightly pulling back only to fastly thrust again inside of you.

Bang Chan started to pound inside of you like he could die if he didn't. Or like you were a goddess giving him the forbidden fruit.

All you could do it was moan, and grab his body against yours, nails digging into his back. You could do this all day everyday.

"Chan please don't stop" you begged once again, and he loved to listen to your voice so desperate for him. And fuck he wished he could record it.

"I can feel every peace of you, my love" he said in your ears, not needing much to feel your orgasm without any warning.

Your juices, moans, low grunts, your bodies... It was a very intense and delicious symphony for Chris ears. And for that he was losing himself inside of you.

Once he felt he couldn't hold any longer, Chan pulled off and realised his loads on your belly and breasts. Collapsing he fell besides you, but holding eye contact.

...

After that intense sex section you had at the leaving room, Chan helped you to clean it up, and prepare a relaxing bath witch he gladly joins you.

"Can I ask you something?" You now hoarse voice weakly speaks at the econof the bathroom. Your answer it was a hum and your boyfriend smuggling closer to you, head on your neck "why you suddenly decided to take this weekend off?"

"Humm..." the brunet hummed before answering, fingers playing with yours "I know that we don't get to have too much of a time for us, and I saw something that kinda scared me, so I decided that I was going to take care of us better. Starting today."

He's words cough you out of guard, and that made you look at him in the best way you could "can I ask what scared you?"

"Remember that night we went to grab some soju before heading home?" He recalled, and you decided to make fun of him, recalling that day "you ment that one that you decided to eat ice cream while full on masks to hide yourself?"

Chan's laugh filled the bathroom and you followed him, felling his arms embrace you even more "Yes, the bees one..." but tone for serious after that "I saw a happy couple that day. They were on the other side of the street, and they seem so happyz and they kept on hugging each other and..." you found a weird way to sit at the tub, and get in front of him, so you hold his face to stare at you, what apparently brought him back "and I got scared you want something like that... Something that I can't give to you..."

"Chanie" you tried to speak, but he interrupts you "and honestly I thought the best it was to..."

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" You almost shout at his face. Chan it was indeed vulnerable, and you respected him for that, knowing how hard it is for him, even to this day to be more open with you, and so you also knew better than to keep repeating cliches, "Chanie, can you promise me one thing?" His eyes were curious over you "whenever you feel insecure over us, for anything, tell me. So we can workout okay?"

"That it's very brilliant my love" Chan smiles, kissing you "are you going to do the same?" The both of you came back to your position

"Sure, like you know" you start feeling him leaving random kisses on you "sometimes I think you're going to leave me for one of your exes, or someone that knows your lifestyle better"

Chan's fingers grasped your chin, making you look at him "well, they try to get into me, but it's you the one I'm planing to marry, my love".

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 1 year

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Punishments

BTAA Scarecrow x gn! Reader (NSFW)

(1,567 words)

Summary: You are punished by the Scarecrow and he’s a complete menace about it.

Warnings/Tags: 18+, vibrator, handcuffs, dom/sub dynamics, punishments (duh), fear play, light nipple play, blood, penetration, rough sex, teasing/orgasm denial, crane being a sadistic asshole (but in a hot way)

Notes: I think I went a little crazy with this one, but I’m happy with it. also threw in some more reader-having-a-spine rep bc it’s fun to write and we all deserve it. enjoy the fic

“You asshole,” you moaned exhaustedly.

“That may be true,” he crooned, “but I’m not the one who decided to start the marathon early.”

Hearing the soft hum of the vibrator power back on, you braced yourself once again for the incoming onslaught of delicious agony.

How did we get here?

More importantly, how did you get here?

With a click, the cuffs that held your hands over your head against the headboard, were fastened.

You could only imagine how vulnerable you looked right now. In addition to the restraint of your hands, you were in nothing but your underwear and an old t-shirt. Behind you was a pillow, which kept you sitting upright to the bed. You kept your legs shut to maintain some level modesty, but with a partner like Jonathan Crane, your modesty was the last thing you needed to worry about.

Feeling his fingers tilt your head up, your eyes met his. A mischievous grin spreads across his face.

“I’m sorry it had to come to this, but you left me no choice,” Jonathan sighs with false disappointment.

“Jon, you were gone for like, 3 hours,” you retort. “The Midnight Movie Matinee was already starting, what was I gonna do? Not watch it? It’s a live recording.”

“Fair point, but you know I’ve been looking forward to this one all week.” You feel his cold and calloused hand trail up your leg, stopping dangerously close to your inner thigh, making you shiver. “…And also, I just needed to find an excuse to punish you, it’s been far too long.”

“But I was planning on filling you in anyway,” you shoot back.

“Aw,” he chuckles dryly, “that is such a sweet sentiment, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind the further we get along.”

“The further we get along?” You raise an eyebrow.

Crane says nothing as he rummages around through the drawers. Your brain runs wild with the endless possibilities of whatever it is he’ll use to torment you tonight. With a wolfish grin, he turns around. You quickly spot the small vibrator he was now equipped with.

“What the hell is that?” You ask tensely.

You know full well what it is; you’re not stupid. The question more so implied the notion of what exactly it was he would be doing with it.

“Oh don’t look so nervous, it’s just a bullet vibe.” He says matter-of-factly. “I figured to let the punishment fit the crime, you were, what? 3 hours in? That should be sufficient.”

Your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates followed by a nervous chuckle. “3 hours? Did I say that?” You begin frantically. “I mean, if you really wanna get specific, it was um, really more like, uh, 2 hours and 26 minutes?” You plead, attempting to realistically shorten the time of your impending torture and hoping to God that he wouldn’t detect the uncertainty laced in your voice.

With a sadistic snicker, he gently coaxes your legs open. “You’re cute, begging like anything could get you out of this.” He grins maliciously, softly tracing over your clothed sex.

Trying your best not to move, your breath hitches in your throat. By giving him a reaction- any reaction at all, you would only be making it worse for yourself by giving him what he wants. As turned on as you were getting, you weren’t one to submit so willingly.

“I don’t beg,” you sigh, “I negotiate.”

Jonathan lets out an amused hum while getting onto the bed. His eyes remain dark with lust as he leans forward to take in your scent, his mouth beginning to pepper your neck with hungry kisses. When he moves forward, you feel his knee dig into your arousal, where a quiet moan exits your lips. Quickly snapping your mouth shut, Crane looks disgustingly satisfied when he pulls away.

“Oh really?” he drawls, “because from where I’m sitting, you are in absolutely no position to even try to negotiate.” His irritatingly smug voice rings through your ears.

Dammit. He’s fucking right, but you don’t cave.

“2 hours and 26 minutes, doctor.” Your gaze locks with his. “I’ll admit, I was very bad for starting without you,” you allow your voice to drop an octave, continuing to maintain eye contact with the increasingly aroused Jonathan Crane sitting before you. “… But, I will not let myself be punished for a second longer than I need to be.”

Crane stares at you with an expression mixed with curiosity and respect. There’s a brief silence in the room, save for the shuffling of the sheets as he shifts his position. He towers over you, but you are not intimidated.

“Fine,” he grins. He lays a quick kiss on your cheek and begins to slowly make his way down to your neck. The pseudo-tenderness of him kissing into you is sharply contrasted by the venom in his voice when he leans back up to whisper in your ear. “But I won’t make this easy for you,” his hand reaches down, rubbing you through your underwear. “…And if I find out you’ve been lying to me, you are going to catch so much hell and it’s going to be fucking beautiful,” he all but moans the last word when he finally reaches the spot that makes you jolt.

You shudder at his threats; the fear and arousal rip through you like tidal waves. After several minutes, his movements become jerky, lightening up the friction on your sex, causing you to buck into his hand. Letting out a chuckle at your desperation, Crane powers on the vibrator and you can only shift in terrified excitement.

“Nervous?” He asks, pushing your leg to the side, “you should be.” You brace yourself for nothing as Jonathan unexpectedly runs the vibe along your inner thighs. Apprehension spikes within your chest the closer and closer he moves to your core, only for him to snap it away.

Fucking tease.

You begin to squirm as he traces up to your sternum, making his way across your chest. You let out a restrained mewl, arching your back when the toy reaches your nipples through your shirt.

“Don’t quiet yourself,” he growls, “I want to hear every single sound that leaves your impatient mouth.” He continues ghosting over your sensitive buds. You writhe in delectable anguish, remaining defiant as you attempt to stifle any moan he tries to force out of you.

Growing frustrated, Jonathan finally drives the vibrator down to your aching sex, causing a loud and pornographic moan to erupt from your throat. Your face burns with shame.

“See?” He smiles wickedly. Crane slips the vibrator past your underwear, and presses it off, much to your chagrin. He coats the toy in your fluids; your cheeks flush at how embarrassingly turned on you are. “Not feeling so brave now, are we?”

“Go to hell,” you chuckle hoarsely.

“Oh wow,” Crane laughs. “You really don’t know when to quit do you?”

“I figure if you’re going to punish me anyway, I might as well get my digs in too.”

Jonathan’s gaze pierces into you hungrily. He’s quiet for a moment, huffing out a laugh until he meets your eyes once again. “…Fascinating,” is all that he utters.

Giving you no time to process, you see the vibrator swiftly set to the side. Jonathan grabs your face as he slams his mouth into yours. The kiss is sloppy; the sounds you two make are filthy as they echo across the walls. Your tongues messily bump into each other’s. Nipping at one another’s lips, you begin to taste the flavor of metal in your mouth, not giving a shit if the blood you were tasting was his or yours.

You catch your breath heavily as the air around you grows thick with arousal. Frantic sounds of a belt buckle unfastening, pants dropping to the floor, and the tearing of a condom wrapper invigorate your senses. The newfound urgency for lust seems to have infected Jonathan as well, as he all but crumples your underwear off your legs, leaving you exposed.

His mouth continues to ravage yours when he finally enters you. Your lower half aches deliciously, feeling yourself be spread apart by Crane’s cock. He pounds into you ferociously, eliciting moans you never thought you were capable of making begin to tumble their way out of your throat. His pace is violent, yet his hands find their way to yours, which are still firmly locked above your head. His fingers interlace with yours for a surprisingly intimate moment in the midst of one another’s chaotic passion.

You feel yourself begin to unravel. As you wail pathetic obscenities into his mouth, Jonathan begins to slow down significantly. You whine when he stops completely, desperately longing for his touch.

“Oh come on now, did you really think I’d let you finish that easily?” Letting out another one of his signature sadistic chuckles, Crane pushes your retrained hands further into the headboard for emphasis.

As if you weren’t already sweating enough, you can certainly feel the perspiration forming at your temples. Feeling exhaustedly fucked out, but unsatisfied, you glare at Crane.

“Don’t give me that look,” he laughs huskily, “You’re being punished, we still have 2 hours to go, remember?”

“You asshole.”

“That may be true, but I’m not the one who decided to start the marathon early.”

#btaa scarecrow x reader #btaa scarecrow #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow smut #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane imagine #mia writes batman!!!

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