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kdinjenzen · 2 years

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My final words on Rooster Teeth & just SOME of my experiences there.

I’ve been waiting to say anything directly for a long time on this subject in hopes that something - anything - would change and get better, but it’s obvious that this is just “how it is there.”

So it’s time for me to finally say something about Rooster Teeth.

I joined the company, officially, as a contracted content creator and editor in February 2013. I worked to create a monthly video game news/release series. I produced episodes every month until I was officially hired as a full time content creator/editor in November of 2013.

From February 2013 until November 2013, I went entirely unpaid for all of my contract work. I was never given the payment promised for anything I did. When I was hired full time and I brought that up, I was told that “it’s been so long already, it’s not really a big deal is it?” And then the subject was never brought up again.

Within a few weeks of working at Rooster Teeth I was given a nickname, that nickname was a slur. Every day I came into work I was called “Fggt” - but they could not use that name in content so when anyone was recording I was called “Fugz” instead. For any fans who used that nickname for me for years, that’s what you were calling me. I couldn’t say anything about it, I had reported the use of that nickname for years to HR, and nothing was ever done about it and the videos that use that nickname for me are still up.

When Christmas rolled around my first year, 2013, I was given a “bonus” of about $100. Any money I had at the time was extremely helpful as I had nearly nothing to my name, so I was grateful for it. But a long time member of the company looked at me as I was handed my small bonus and scoffed “Why do YOU get a bonus? You’ve only been here for five minutes.”

In my first years there I would arrive at work around 7am (two hours before everyone else) to begin editing videos and would often have to stay until 9pm to get as much work done as possible. This was actively encouraged so we could have a backlog of content, but I was always given “rush orders” to edit more important videos to go out either the same day or next day. That’s when the crunch began for me and it did not end.

From that point on harassment started, and not just toward me. Any time I brought up mistreatment or that “making fun of people in content only encourages the community to hate us” - I was waved away saying “IT’S JUST A JOKE! Ignore the comments!”

This “ignore the comments” mantra was a way to excuse their own behavior. Anyone who was not “important” was constantly made fun of with no way to defend themselves or be part of the content in a way to defend themself even jokingly so. We were silenced at every turn.

Jeremy, Matt, and I tried to make content together as often as we could in those earlier days. And we rarely got the chance to do so. I remember being yelled at for making the Zelda video with Matt after it had already gone up because it was a “waste of time”.

During that time I was put into a position where I ignored my own physical health to focus more on work, which eventually caused me to come down with pneumonia. I spent several days in the hospital with a fever over 112F. When I was released I was back to work only a few days later and with the same work schedule.

Eventually I had enough from the department I was working for at the time and moved departments in hope that I would be better treated elsewhere in the company. I still loved the work I did, I loved some of the people at the company, and I believed that if I put my effort into it I could make things better for everyone.

The department I transferred to promised me a producer job and show running their new podcast while also being tasked to edit videos and sometimes write stories for news channel. I was never given the producer position in that department, I was never allowed even near the podcast unless they were “desperate for a last minute person”, I went entirely uncredited for anything I wrote for them, and I was pushed to edit 3 videos from start to finish every day with little to no turn around time so they could be posted immediately.

My hours in that department were 7am until 11pm.

I was crunching harder than before.

I wasn’t allowed to be in anything.

I had my name removed from everything I worked on.

I was put in an office where I was forgotten about and swept under the rug, people even IN the company forgot I worked there with how sectioned off and pushed aside I was.

In 2016 I came out as trans and many people at the company publicly voiced their support on social media.

Inside the company however, things got worse.

People had no idea how to deal with a trans woman, so I was interacted with even less and only trotted out every so often to show off “We Hire LGBTQIA+ People!”

It was only at this point where the nickname “Fugz” finally stopped being used all the time. Three years of content with that name being used toward me and all that content is still up.

During that time my acting manager began to harass me and lie to the community any time I was “planned to be on camera and couldn’t show up” - many times it was said to the audience watching that I “had already gone home” when I was in the other room crunching to finish my job and the work of my manager.

The harassment continued and I began to spiral into a deep depression, wondering what I could do, I eventually reported it to HR and the “solution” was that they brought in my manager who was harassing me into a Two-On-One meeting where the manager said “oh I’m sorry” and that was it. The way I was treated did not change at all and actively became worse.

I then went to one of the founding fathers of the company to express my concerns, and was told that I was “too nice to work at Rooster Teeth” and that I should “just quit and find somewhere else to work” - I was horrified.

At the moment I couldn’t do anything but feel horrified and powerless. I was an out trans woman in Texas in 2018 and was told “just quit and find work elsewhere in Texas” a state that actively finds ways to keep our rights from us.

Throughout my employment I also struggled to get the company insurance to cover my transition despite Rooster Teeth telling me that “Oh it’s all good” - because of their inaction and lack of help in this matter I amassed horrible amounts of medical debt despite being “completely covered” by them.

I still am recovering from this debt now as Rooster Teeth has been underpaying me for years, my raises were frozen by my manager at the time, and because of that I never received a proper raise even up until I quit earlier this year.

Until the end of 2020 I was paid around $40k per year as a Producer/Director. Far below the industry standard. If not for the help of one person fighting for me to be paid properly, I wouldn’t have gotten bumped up to the pay of the lowest paid person next to me. Which was nearly $70k. I was shocked that I was being underpaid by nearly $30k.

During the 2019 layoffs, I was actually one of the people affected. I was very nearly laid off as well, but was told to either move to LA and work there (at the $40k per year rate which is UNLIVABLE in LA) or be laid off immediately.

I agreed to move to LA, Rooster Teeth said they would be giving me $5k moving costs to pick up my life and move to LA by March of 2020. The money never was given to me and then COVID forced the company into moving to remote, meaning my job was actually saved by COVID happening.

Crunch during the height of COVID was monstrous. Every department was forced to push out more and more content and do more and more work to make up for “losses” - many of us were working 7 days a week and extremely long hours.

I helped run the 2021 Anniversary Stream Event, but in the middle of production I had to undergo life saving surgery and was told I needed AT LEAST two weeks rest before going back to work. The person I was working with to schedule that event took credit for all the work I did up to that point and then BLAMED ME for anything that went wrong with it because “I wasn’t doing my job” while I was recovering for major surgery and was on mandated medical leave.

BRGs (Business Resource Groups) were created at this time to help with representation issues inside the company. I did everything I could to help the other BRGs as well as the Queer BRG I helped lead. By mid 2021 I was told “we’ve done enough for the queer community” - which hurt to hear as I felt like we had barely accomplished anything and were still struggling to have accurate representation on screen as most of our PRIDE stream events featured mostly Cis/Het talent still.

During this time there was a lot of outspokenness for the mistreatment of minority groups inside of Rooster Teeth from former employees, lots of fans asked “Why didn’t you all do anything about it?”, to which I say actual ground level employees did everything they could. But we could only do so much.

At that moment I asked for transparency for how others, not just one or two employees, were treated in the company - myself included - and was essentially told that “the company is going through a lot right now just leave it alone”. How I was being treated and how others were being treated was once again swept under the rug.

I left Rooster Teeth because, despite thinking I could make positive change in the company, they proved that I couldn’t every step of the way. From 2013 until 2022, I did what I could to help my fellow employees, make positive change, and help the industry.

It’s also worth mentioning that for every bit of VO I did before I left Rooster Teeth, I wasn’t actually paid for any of it under the idea that “I was an employee, so I don’t need to be paid for VO.” In that case and the way it was viewed, I was paid less than $30 per hour for each of my VO sessions. Which is well below any industry standard.

But I was ultimately silenced and pushed aside.

This is all really just the surface level, there’s so much more I want to say but honestly it’s all so exhausting at this point and I’ve done everything I can.

I still struggle regularly with the emotional, mental, physical, and financial damage that was done to me over those years.

There are good people still working there, I’m friends with them, and I wish them the best.

TL;DR

Feb 2013 - Nov 2013. Unpaid Contract Work

Fugz = Fggt, reported to HR nothing was done

2013 Christmas "Bonus" $100. Long time members disapproved of said bonus

14hr work days, rush orders for same or next day videos

"Any time I brought up mistreatment or that “making fun of people in content only encourages the community to hate us” - I was waved away saying “IT’S JUST A JOKE! Ignore the comments!”" RT crunch caused pneumonia, no recovery period on return

Crunched harder, physically isolated "people even IN the company forgot I worked"

RT never fulfilled their deals promotion deals

15 hr work days

2016 came out as Trans, Transphobia harassment started

Acting Manager lied to the community and harassed me, HR did nothing and enabled harassment

Founding Fathers knew and did nothing. Said “too nice to work at Rooster Teeth” and "just quit and find somewhere else to work"

RT did not properly support medical insurance coverage

End 2020 Position Producer/Director, paid $40k. Next lowest paid person was $70k.

2019, forced to move to LA or get laid off. RT never paid moving costs. COVID forced remote jobs thus SAVING my job

RT INCREASES crunch during COVID

2021 Anniversary Stream Event. Had LIFE SAVING surgery, majority work stolen by coworker and blamed production failures on me during MEDICAL LEAVE.

BRG created to help with representation issues, mid 2021 RT said "we've done enough for the queer community" PRIDE stream events still mostly Cis/Het talents

Mistreatment of minorities in RT ignored "“the company is going through a lot right now just leave it alone"

Unpaid for VO work during tenure at RT, May Marigold and RWBY Fairy Tales included.

Handful of good people. Bad Company.

#Rooster Teeth #RT #AH #RTAH #Achievement Hunter

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strawbeerossi · 7 months

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Sunday Mornings

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: When you get a morning off to share together, Spencer just wants to be as close as he can to you.

Content/Warnings: Cockwarming, reader and Spencer are fluffy, some slightly sub!Spencer.

Word Count: 0.6K

Kinktober Day Three: Cockwarming

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“You’re being so clingy today Spence.” You’d commented, stating the obvious due to the fact that Spencer was laying on top of you. His head rested comfortably against your chest as he relished in your fingers twisting and pulling at strands of hair.

“I just wanna be close to you. We hardly ever get time to lay together.” That much was true, there was a reason that he is as touch starved as he is at the moment. Holding him doesn’t bother you, so you don’t complain.

Instead, you let out a content hum. “Yeah.. We got lucky today though. I think we should bask in it to the fullest extent.”

It had been two hours since you both woke up, not even opting to get out of bed as you were curled up with one another under the sheets, the warm glow of the early morning sunrise seeping in through your curtains. It was something straight out of a romance movie.

“I agree. I love being here with you. Just us. No unsubs, no team..” Spencer was offering a soft smile while letting his head lift slightly, his honey colored eyes glistening from the sunlight gleaming off of them. “I know it’s probably too early but I have a request.”

“Too early? Are you trying to have sex with me, Dr. Reid?” Your words were light, teasing as you crinkled your nose in a fond manner. The words had his cheeks bright red, head shaking rapidly. “No! I mean, I like having sex with you but I don’t wanna do that now.. Ask me later.” It was his turn to joke without clearing his throat.

“I wanted to ask if I could..” He began while blushing once more. “Put uh, put it inside?”

His awkwardness was cute, the way he felt weird mentioning sex or saying things alone with dick, pussy, anything really.

“You want to put your cock inside of me?” You ask, filling in the gaps. You spoke fluent Spencer Reid after three years of being with him.

“Y-yes.” The mere thought caused his cock to harden. “I just wanna be close to you.” He added softly while pushing himself to sit up some.

“You can do that, baby. You know that you can just ask next time.” Your words were teasing as your hips lifted off the mattress, panties and bottoms being tugged down your legs, your partner’s eyes trailing down your naked lower half while a little whine slipped from his lips.

“Come on, Spence.” Your words were soft and sweet, your hand coming down to gently tug the sleep pants down his legs along with his boxers. “Hold on, make sure to lick your hand first.” You commanded, a soft hum leaving your lips while watching the male nod quickly, always following instructions so well.

As his tongue licked the palm of his hand, he gave his hardened cock a few strokes before he was aligning the thick head with your glistening pussy. “Go ahead, I’m comfortable.” Your assurance made the male nod while his shaft was slowly sinking inside of your inviting warmth. It was enough to elicit a little whimper as he let his eyes flutter shut.

As he lowered his body down to lay on you again, he was shifting to get comfortable while letting his hands slowly wrap around your torso. You had to sit up a bit to allow his arms to engulf you in a hug but you weren’t complaining at all.

“I just wanna lay with you all day like this, not even move. So warm.” His voice was slurred, already dozing once more. Getting time to enjoy each other’s presence was rare, just as rare as getting a good nap at any point of the day. You’d continued your movements, nails lightly scratching Spencer’s scalp to lull him into a peaceful sleep.

The soft snores filling the room caused a soft laugh to leave your lips, eyes closing as you let your eyes flutter shut. This was like heaven. Warmth, wrapped up in one another intimately while savoring every single moment together.

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bratfiction · 3 months

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CAT NAP | SIMON RILEY

(✉️ᝰ.ᐟ♥︎) 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯𝐸𝒟 — We need more hybrid!reader !!! Wether it be kitty or puppy is up to you, but hybrid!reader x 141 or just x who ever you choose [AO3 LINK]

WORD COUNT… 2.1k WARNINGS… 18+ CONTENT, MDNI. hybrid + kitty!reader, petnames [kitty, kitten, pet], daddy-dom/owner!simon, scent kink, mentions of prior neglect, mentions of murder, fingering [r. receiving], use of kittycunt, breeding kink.

You’re curled up in bed. Simon would be lying if he said he was surprised. He scoffs over your slumbering form, eyes trailing down to your soft tummy and cute undies that have been exposed due to your tossing and turning. Curling and uncurling yourself into the sheets that smell just like him— he’ll never understand that this bed is your own personal heaven. And wearing one of his shirts while you take your naps makes it even more divine.

“Sleepy kitty,” Simon mutters softly, words coming out as affectionately as they possibly can. He brings a heavy hand to rub the top of your head, right between your fluffy ears, and he revels in the startled but satisfied purr that vibrates your frame.

It seems the gentle touch has triggered something in you as you roll over, throwing your arms over your head and twisting your face up. Your body tenses for a moment. Simon’s voice finally falls on your ears now that you’re just barely coherent; “Big stretch— tha’s my good, little pet!”

Each syllable is elongated and sugar coated, making a warm feeling bloom in your chest before Simon even dives into the sheets with you. You sniff a few times. Fresh and clean body wash, even some aftershave— he’s showered. At the realization, your nose scrunches. You enjoy his natural scent. The woody musk, a hint of smoke and sometimes whisky if he needs a stiff drink after work. It’s spicy and comforting. You missed out on getting whiff when he first got home. You snooze, you lose, you pout. Already pouting and you haven’t even opened your eyes fully.

“Don’t make that face,” the words are grumbled; he knows what your issue is. Still, he’s caging you in whilst he speaks. Tattooed arms locking around your waist in a tight hold while his stubble scrubs against your cheek. You look up at him in the middle of a yawn, melting into him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Not before you rub your eyes, though.

“Missed you, daddy,” you whisper, slurred speech and all, forgetting why you were upset a solid minute ago.

“Wasn’t gone for that long, was I?”

He’s teasing as always. Honeyed, brown irises taking in your sweet features as a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. You murmur something unintelligible and equally bratty in response, clinging to him even tighter. You could fall asleep again if you really wanted to… if it wasn’t for that pesky feeling that settles in your tummy. The tingling that makes it’s way between your thighs and causes them to flex around Simon’s waist. You mewl softly— sleepily— as Simon rolls over with you in tow. You’re laying on his chest before you know it, face buried in his neck and taking in a deep breath whilst you nose at the skin there in true feline nature. Bumping your forehead into his jawbone in the process.

Simon is rather predictable. The way he drags his hands down your sides is expected; squeezing your waist, rubbing your hips, and then grabbing the swell of your rump. With a minuscule amount of his strength, he spreads your cheeks. Those calloused fingers slip between the seam in seconds to rub your kittycunt through your panties, eager to ruin the soft cotton. Your reward for being so good and patient while he was gone. Even if you weren’t conscious.

“Daddy.” It’s breathy and pathetic.

“Hm?” Simon hums, as if he isn’t doing anything nefarious.

You haven’t lived with him for long. You moved from shelter to shelter, stayed with people that certainly weren’t cut out to take care of a hybrid in between. Which ultimately lead to Simon finding you in a safe house, tucked away by some sketchy crime boss who liked to throw away his toys once he got bored of them.

You’re not sure what ever happened to him, but you’ve got a few scars to show for that time in your life— Simon doesn’t want to falter your healing process and taint your innocence any further by telling you he painted the wall with the poor bastard's brains once the task force finally caught up to his organization. Not like you would understand, anyway. Too far gone and caught up in being a pampered, little kitten now. With bows on your ears and one to match on your tail, a pretty collar with a bell to wear when you feel up to it. You have everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

Spoiled rotten. Simon thinks to himself, watching your lashes fan over the tops of your supple cheeks. The tips of his fingers, index and middle, find your clit through your underwear, pressing hard enough and moving in little circles to draw a syrupy mewl from you. He feels that little patch of mess growing and growing until the material is stuck to your cunt, transparent and sticky when he bunches it up and tugs upwards, forcing the cotton to strain against your folds and make you whimper. You’re left writhing on his chest in seconds. Moaning and panting “daddy,” like you’ll die if he doesn’t give in and yank the lacy trim to the side.

Which he does. Doesn’t hesitate to stuff you full either, after all that teasing. Slips his thick middle finger right in and feels your thighs lock up on him, feels your velvet lined walls suck him right in. He’s got you trained to take all of him at this point. You pick your head up, tail swishing behind you wildly.

“Feelin’ good, kitty?”

“So good, daddy,” you whisper back, just over his lips before you two join for a sloppy kiss. Tongues rubbing together in a near disgusting dance. You taste the nicotine on him; you feel his stubble rub against your face. A combination that makes it impossible for your pussy not to squeeze around the digit that’s pressing up on the gooey spot inside of you— you’re trying to force him out before he can get another one in, but Simon’s certainly not a beginner. He knows how to coax your pretty cunt into letting him in.

Your mouth falls open, singing and choking out sounds, and he grins against your scalding cheek. Pressing kisses there when he finds the time. His freehand grips your tail, and that might be the nail in the coffin for you. His fingers fill you up to his knuckles, pressing and flexing until you both can hear how messy you are between your thighs, spreading the glossy arousal all over the plump cheeks of your ass. He tugs at the squirming mess of fluff in his fist—your tail— and your cunt squeezes itself around his fingers so tight he can’t move them anymore. Record timing.

Simon kisses you, again and again. Slow and sensual to fast and rough. Anything you need to ride out the aftershocks of your release, with your poor cunt still flexing and refusing to let go of his digits until he reluctantly has to pull them out. Bringing the messy hand up to his mouth. You watch him lick his fingers clean. His fat tongue peaks out, slipping ‘n sliding through his digits while you stare at him with dazed, half lidded eyes. Before it’s your turn and he decides to share your sweetness. He presses down on your tongue, forcing your mouth to open as wide as it can. Drool slips past your lips and tongue, and he has the revelation that he’s turned you into a proper sex kitten. His fingers fall out of your mouth with a soft and wet pop.

“Relax, kitty.” He grumbles once you begin making hasty movements. It’s more of a demand than anything else. His attempts to coax you are lazy but earnest, petting the back of your head with one hand while the other caresses your lower back. Right above your now drooping tail.

“Wan’ more,” you huff out, planting your hands flat on Simon’s chest as you gather enough strength to sit up. Your poor cunt is still sore from his rough digits, creamy and messy with your release. Painfully empty. You need him.

It’s apparent in every little move you make. Each rut of your hips over his hard cock. You whine, looking down and seeing the mess you’re making on your daddy’s joggers. Simon’s no better. Deep groans rumbling in his giant chest. The gray material grows darker and albeit stickier with your arousal. Simon doesn’t have the heart to deny you— not when you’re gagging for it like this.

He can see your pretty, starry eyes welling with hot tears, making your lashes heavy. Your cheeks are puffy with sleep but plump with pleasure, lips pouty and slick with a mix of your saliva and his. Before he knows it, while he’s under whatever trance you managed to cast over him, he’s helping you get his fat cock out of his sweats. His hands dwarf your own, scarred lips shushing your small sounds in the process with a curse or two.

“Greedy fuckin’ thing.”

It’s his fault for spoiling you so much, but that’s a conversation for later.

His dick immediately smacks against his lower abdomen. Thick and heavy. Beads of his precum create such a mess on his hoodie and you nearly giggle at the sight. The feeling of him grabbing your hips stops you, though. He drags you over his cock, and you have no choice but to squeal when his shaft rubs right up on your sensitive clit, before the fat head of his cock catches your drooly entrance. You suck a breath in through your teeth. The last thing you do before Simon plants his feet on the bed and stuffs you full of every inch in one go, growling loud ‘n proud and gripping your skin hard enough to make you sniffle.

Somehow, in the middle of everything, the hem of the shirt you’re wearing becomes tucked between your teeth. And his becomes balled up in your fists. Simon can’t recall ever seeing you like this. All riled up with your ears flat on your head and small, feisty growls escaping you. The wind is knocked out of him each time you bounce, pulling yourself upwards and then falling right back down on his fat cock.

He doesn’t have it in him to stop you, once again. When you’re milking him like this it’s hard for him to focus on anything besides how much he loves you and your precious cunt. His hand wavers over your tummy, rubbing your smooth skin as he tries to string words together through ragged breaths. Your cunt is unrelenting. Pulsing and squeezing and all around ruining him. Fuckin’ hell— you’re testing his stamina riding him like this.

“Trying to fuck the cum out of me like this, kitten,” he’s throwing his head back, desperately trying to meet your hips to the best of his fucked out abilities, “is tha’ what you want?”

Your response is hummed, meeting his eyes with a glossed over look. Your own drool is soaking the fabric through. Maybe you really are just a dumb kitty, Simon thinks— “Words, pet.” He reminds you with the last bit of composure he has himself, “want daddy to give you some kitties, is that it?”

“Yes!” You squeak out, “Please, daddy! Breed me.”

Simon blacks out after that. It’s a mess of desperate thrusts and you falling forward, flopping onto his chest yet again due to how hard your orgasm rocks into you. He’s gripping your thighs— holding you nice and open, allowing him to fuck up into you and knock your cute squeals right out of your throat. You’re creaming everywhere, covering his cock in a milky white that makes him groan when he feels how much messier your cunt has gotten. The sloppy sounds echo through the room until he stills. Sinking his cock into you as far as it can go, fat head surpassing that spot that draws out your messiest releases and pressing up against your cervix.

His cum is hot and thick. Both of you shudder, feeling it fill you up to the brim and leak out of your poor, fluttering kittycunt while Simon holds onto you for dear life. He huffs and puffs against one of your ears, unbothered by the way the fluff tickles his nose. There’s a soft noise coming from you. Airy sighs and— no, it can’t be— little snores. Your face is smushed up on Simon’s shoulder. Surely drooling all over his hoodie. You ear twitches under his nose. The way they always do when you’re knocked out.

“Un-fuckin’-believable.”

#⌨️.kit's writing #🤍.cod #gave up after one proofread i’ll be honest #hope it’s okayyyy #enjoy everyone ♥︎#tw hybrids #simon riley smut #call of duty smut #call of duty mw2 smut #cod smut #cod mw2 smut #simon ghost riley smut #ghost smut

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oepionie · 1 year

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— "HIS COMPLETE DEVOTION" malleus draconia

SYNOPSIS: "Don't touch me! I have a lover!" - After accidentally getting hit in the head with a powerful spell, Malleus is left delirious and confused. You try to help him but he doesn't seem to recognize you.

Character/s: Malleus Draconia x GN! Reader

Tags: Fluff, Established relationship, Malleus is a loyal dragon, Reader is part of the gargoyle appreciation club, Mentions of nausea, He keeps a locket of you aww

A/N: This prompt/idea was requested by a friend!

WordCount: 800+ | 💌Masterlist | PART II HERE

Green lightning began to strike and forsake the grey sky. Every student on campus could hear the wind howling through the thick dripping rain, a sinking feeling of dread permanating through the atmosphere.

The aged concrete walls shook from a shrill scream, the anguished cry echoing out through the hundred chambers in the castle.

"YOUNG MASTER!" Sebek drove his fingers into his scalp, screaming as thick tears dribbled down his flushed face. From his reaction, you'd think he was the one who got hurt instead.

Lilia tutted and carefully inspected Malleus' head. The young prince was laying on the ground writhing in pain. Lillia pressed his thumb against the dragon's temple, examining the Fae's reaction.

Sebek and Silver surrounded the two, ensuring that no one could get past them. Malleus was in a vulnerable state right now, he had to be protected at all costs.

"The spell was quite powerful however it's not serious. Other than some temporary mental confusion, he should be fine." Lilia muttered, helping Malleus stand up. The young prince stumbled around for a bit, almost as if he was intoxicated.

"Malleus!" You threw the doors to the dorm open, running over to the group. It's only when you got closer did you notice your lover's spinning eyes, glazed over as he blinks at the blank concrete floors. Worried out of your mind, you rushed over to him.

"Tsunotarou! I heard what happened…are you okay?" The fae appeared a little puzzled. You stood before him and he fixed his gaze on you, confused and...disgusted?

With a hint of hesitance, you reached your hands up to cup his cheeks. Only to gasp when Malleus glowered and grasped onto your wrists, ripping your hands off of his face.

Silence fell over the room as he dropped his grip on your arms, allowing them to hang limply by your sides. Everyone gawked at Malleus as if he had just grown two heads.

Malleus? Malleus rejected your affection? The Malleus who waits outside your dorm an hour before classes just to walk you to school? The Malleus who once caused a week-long storm just because he couldn't sit next to you in class? Your Malleus?

You felt your heart sink. They say drunk words were sober thoughts. Did Malleus secretly despise you?

"Listen here-" Malleus snarled, his unfocused eyes flashing a luminous emerald green. The radiance and illumination hypnotizes you for a while. A kaleidoscope of green and blue swirling around the gems that were his eyes.

"No matter how alluring you look-you can't tempt me. I-" Malleus lurched forward, nearly falling over. You ran to catch him but he pushed you away, stepping back blindly. He raised a finger at you. "I-I already have a lover!"

"Yes-That's…me?" You blinked, confused out of your mind.

Malleus only scoffs at you, shakily taking a few steps towards the entrance. It was clear that his head still shook and ached from the spell's blow. Sebek was quick to stop him, holding Malleus steady. "Young Master! Where are you going?!"

"To my-my treasure. My darling prefect." Malleus slurred, leaning against Sebek for support. He continued his rambling. "It's Thursday- We have a club meeting."

"Tsuno-I mean-Malleus, today is Tuesday." You piped up, pressing a hand against his back. With shaky legs, he pushed Sebek off and turned to glare at you.

"Silence. It is not."

Lilia laughs hysterically, doubling over and grabbing onto his knees. Oh, this was comedy gold for him. Shaking his head at his father, Silver strode up to Malleus and placed his hand on the young prince's shoulder.

"Malleus, you're still delirious. Why don't you sit down."

Both Silver and Sebek started to guide the woozy fae onto the couch. You followed suit, taking a pillow and placing it under his head. He turned to face you, his head spinning, a loopy snarl and glare on his face.

"I...I already told you- I have a lover." He groans into his hands, nausea washing over him like waves.

The fae begins frantically rummaging through his pocket. He yanks out a little locket in the form of a heart, holding it up for you to look at. He hands it to you with an arrogant smirk on his face.

"See?"

"O-Oh?"Gently taking it into your hands, you flipped the metal cover over to see a picture of you inside.

It was a photo from your very first anniversary. You were wearing a flower crown made with roses Malleus grew himself, it was one of the many gifts he gave you that day.

Though only your head and neck could be seen in the picture since his coat had almost completely engulfed you. It was a chilly day and Malleus graciously lent you his coat after you had forgotten to wear one.

You stared at the photo fondly, shutting it close before handing the necklace back to the fae.

"Your partner must be lovely." You whisper softly and Malleus sighs, lolling his head back to stare at the ceiling lovingly.

"Oh. They are much more than that."

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Perfectly Pathetic Pt.2

synopsis: you try to fix things with cady while maintaining your friendship with the plastics

pairing: regina george x fem!reader, elements of cady heron x fem!reader

words: 6.6k (6666 to be exact)

A/N - it’s here at long last besties!! get it while it’s hot because i might delete later idk how i feel about it

WARNINGS - swearing, toxic relationships and general toxicity, d-slur, and bullying

PREV //

come Sunday, you wake up with a throbbing head and zero energy left in your body but memories sit crystal clear. you remember Regina trying to come onto you. her scaring Cady away. Gretchen rubbing your back as you listen to her whine about Jason for the millionth time. weird night. you check your phone but don't bother to reply to anyone except Karen who wouldn't stop sending you explicit details about some reality show she was binging. but alas the weekend was over and you're forced to brave the embarrassment of going back to school after a party. happens every time. people do dumb shit and are forced to face it on Monday.

the first person you come across is none other than the red-headed new girl herself. you have got to imagine she is mad at you after what happened; the lies Regina told. it was not your fault but you should probably try and make peace.

"Hey! New girl," yelled down the hallway, you walk a little faster in order to catch up. you watch her glance around a little confused as you approach.

"Oh," her expression seems to neutralise as she realises it's you. "hi."

"did you have a good Sunday?"

"it was alright," the fact she was speaking to you was a good sign. "I spent it with my mom."

"cute," you flash a smile. Cady was clutching her books pretty tightly. "I thought we should maybe talk about Saturday."

"We don't have to to."

"but I want to," you insist. "please?"

"Regina already told me,"

"Regina is a liar," you blurt out. hopefully, that wouldn't get back to her. "I don't know what she said exactly but it's not true," she looks at you with curious eyes. "I wasn't stringing you along or anything,"

"Sure,"

"I like you, Cady. you're... different," you express. "I wanna be your friend. and I was really happy when you showed up at the party,"

"Really?"

"mhmm," you hum, nodding to prove your point. "cross my heart." you mime the action of drawing a cross across your chest. you're not sure they're gonna forgive you but the bell for homeroom would ring at any moment so time was running out.

"Okay," replied after a moment. a small smile that's quick to fade.

"do you want to finish working on our assignment later?" you ask.

"Sure," they shrug. "meet you out front?"

you're not entirely convinced you're forgiven but you'll take what you can get. you're about to respond when your eyes spot Gretchen amongst the crowd. you lock eyes for a second before she bolts in the opposite direction. with a heavy sigh, you charge after her.

"Gretchen." yelled down the hallway causing a few heads to turn. people naturally darted out of your way but you almost smashed into a few people. "Gretchen," is she getting quicker? "will you just stop?" the answer was apparently no because she just kept going until you manage to grab her arm forcing her to stop. "what the fuck?"

"oh hey, I didn't see you back there." she lies, offering a less-than-genuine smile.

"I was literally yelling your name?" your brow furrowed. you could almost see the gears turning in her head trying to come up with some kind of excuse.

"Sorry, I'm tired- mustn't have heard you." was that the best she could do? you just roll your eyes.

"Can you not tell Regina I was talking to Cady."

"Why?" she asks despite already knowing the answer.

"Please, Gretchen? it's really not a big deal, okay so let's just keep it between us."

"I said you should stay away from her and you ignored me."

"I know and you were probably right but," you shrug. "it's too late and besides, I have to do a presentation with her, that's why we were talking. you can even ask Karen."

"I won't tell anyone." that was a lie. She won't tell anyone except Regina obviously. always trying to be in her good graces.

"if you promise not to tell, I'll... tell Jason something bad about Taylor? like she has crabs or something?"

her eyes light up at the prospect. "really?"

you nod. Taylor had never liked you so you weren't exactly on the best of terms and if making up some rumour about her gets Gretchen off your back then great. "but you can't tell Regina, deal?"

"deal," Gretchen smiles brightly. thank fuck for that. you start walking together now. "so what happened at the party?"

"don't you already know?" you tease. "thought that pretty little head of yours knew everything."

"I'm working on it."

you shrug. she'd probably find out eventually. "nothing really. Regina told Cady some stuff about me."

"that you don't like her and are only pretending to be her friend?"

"so you did already know,"

"I don't know what you see in Cady."

"I don't know." she just wasn't like anyone else. a new avenue to discover. most of these people you've known for years. the bell rings out and suddenly you remember you were supposed to drop off a take-home quiz by homeroom today. you had actually done it but forgot it was in your locker. "oh shit,"

"What?"

"I just forgot to hand something in i'll see you later," with a quick wave goodbye, you rush off back the way you've come. it wasn't like you were bad in school or anything. just sometimes you'd forget to bring in homework. one... or four late quizzes later and suddenly Ms. Norbury is giving you extra work to make up for it. it's not like you have a life or anything. As you grab the paper from your locker, Karen Shetty emerges.

"Morning," sang dazzlingly as she shoved your locker door closed.

"good morning," you smile softly, a glance over her outfit. "you're particularly chirpy today and look great,"

a tiny theatrical gasp, she puts a playful hand over her chest. "thank you,"

"where did you get the cardigan?"

"thrifted it,"

"oooh, I love that," you say. "also it goes so well with that super cute bracelet you're wearing,"

"Aw thanks, my friend made it."

"that's so cute, she must be a really great friend," you tease.

"she is," Karen nods. "where are you headed?"

"I gotta drop this off to Ms.Norbury or I'll fail math,"

"Can I come?"

it wasn't exactly an exciting trip so you don't know why she would want to? plus you were late for homeroom now. "I guess?"

"did you have fun at the party?" Karen inquiries as you begin towards Ms Norbury's homeroom class.

"it was alright,"

"I heard you got into a fight with Regina,"

"hardly a fight," you sigh. it was gonna be a very long day. "it's fine. you know how she can be,"

"was it over Cady?"

"Why does everyone suddenly care about Cady?" you stress. "it really doesn't matter."

a shrug. "I heard from Gretchen that Connor is grounded now because he didn't tell his parents about the party and they found out because somebody was sick in like a vase or something,"

"ew," you giggle, scrunching up your nose in disgust. "like they just found cold vomit in a vase?"

"mhmm," Karen nods eagerly. you make a fake gagging action as you knock on the open door. why is it always so awkward to walk into an already full classroom? ms. Norbury invited you further inside and you can't help but look at the people staring at you.

"so you do know how to hand things in on time," you resist the urge to roll your eyes. "great. now if you can just do that all the time."

"I make no promises," you answer, placing your homework down on her desk. when your eyes meet Cady's she waves a little. you flash a smile.

"come see me after school and I'll let you know how you did and if I need anything else from you,"

"Okay," you sigh. wasn't your first extra credit quiz. nor your last probably. you leave the classroom quickly, grabbing Karen's hand. she'd been waiting at the door.

"lots of people in there,"

"yeah because we're supposed to be in homeroom," you advise her.

"I didn't hear the bell,"

oh, Karen. "just come on."

it was a rather lifeless day thank god. you were grateful for the peace. and ms. Norbury hadn't given you any more work. you still had your tutor sessions but they never bothered you too much. now you're sitting staring at your laptop pretending you're doing research. Cady is scribbling in her notebook. Once again you're bored. and you can't help but watch Cady and wonder if she really has forgiven you. sure you were together right now but only because of this stupid presentation. you sit up a little straighter, taking a sip from your water bottle. "are you mad at me?"

it's sudden and she seems perplexed as she glances up at you. "huh?"

"I don't want you to be mad at me"

"I'm not mad," she urges, going back to her little scribbling. "you said Regina was lying, I believe you."

"just like that?" it seemed too easy.

"just like that,"

"how do you know I'm not lying about Regina lying though?"

"I don't." a shrug, she looks at you. "I'm just trusting you so can we please get back on track." you're not sure you would forgive someone as easily as this. it seemed naïve. or maybe she was just a better person than you. either way, this was what you wanted so...

"This is so boring," you whine loudly, pushing your laptop away so you can dramatically collapse against the table.

"if you actually help instead of complaining, we'd get it done quicker."

"Cady," you sigh loudly. "let's not, I'm just here to be pretty, okay? I shouldn't be forced to do homework too."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," you sit up properly once more. "ask away."

"Why do you hang out with Regina?" the question catches you a little off guard. why did she wanna know that?

"What does that have to do with the book?" you counter, a playful raise of your brow. "if you stayed on topic, we'd get it done quicker."

"I'm serious."

you shrug a little. "why wouldn't I? She's like one of my best friends."

"why though? I've seen the way she treats you,"

"you just don't get Regina," very few people did. sure she was kinda mean and pushy, you'd never deny that but the rest of the school didn't get to see her other side. which was also kinda mean but a tad softer. the blonde was fierce. if someone fucked with you, or Karen, or even Gretchen, she'd go to war. you've watched her destroy girls just to prop Gretchen up to Jason. maul boys for making fun of Karen. you only got away with half the shit you did because you were friends with Regina. maybe she kept you around because you showered her with love and attention but she, in her own way, gave it right back. "she can be a lot but she's really cool."

"she's horrible to literally everyone."

"yeah but that's like kinda funny," Cady gives you a look suggesting she doesn't agree which was fair but she didn't exactly pick the nicest people to be friends with. Damian was funny in class and you liked to tell him gossip that Gretchen told you. you never really spoke to Janis too much but you've seen her around. heard what she says about you. She makes jokes right to your face. "don't act like Janis doesn't do the exact same thing. why do you hang out with her?"

"That's different,"

"is it?" you challenge. "or is Regina just popular?" Cady seems to not have an answer because she goes back to the book. "she's my friend and I like her. simple as."

"I'm sorry for asking,"

"Don't worry about it," you weren't particularly angry. you knew how people viewed Regina. a mixture of high admiration and fear. "So did you enjoy your first party?"

"yeah. not exactly what I was expecting,"

"they're not all like that," you urge. "sometimes they're fun. sometimes you wanna stab yourself in the eye to get out of it."

"did you have fun?"

"fun is not the word I would use but it was an experience," After Cady left you kind of just sulked with Gretchen until Karen found you and insisted you had to dance together. you spent the rest of the night with her. "I'm happy you came. I wish Regina hadn't messed everything up."

"sorry I left."

"you don't have to apologise." you smile. "we're hanging out now even if you're making me do homework. and there's always next time."

"I'm not making you do homework," Cady argues. you just smile. shuffling along the bench so you're right beside her. She has the book open in front of her and a notebook full of scribbles. you repeatedly tap the notebook with your finger.

"Are these not notes for our project? is that not homework?"

"yeah but these are my notes," she expresses, snatching up her notebook to place on the side away from you. As your eyes meet, you can almost pinpoint the exact moment she gets flustered. a dusting of pink gracing her cheeks. "you're just fucking about."

a dramatic gasp before a smile takes over. "I would never."

Cady smiles and before you have time to react she is leaning in to connect your lips in the softest of embraces. it reminds you of the first time Regina kissed you. only it never had the chance to become anything more before you pull back.

"Sorry- I didn't. I don't know why I did that." that dusting of pink is now a deep shade of red. panic in her voice. eyes firmly on her homework. you're unsure of what to say exactly. you liked Cady. maybe even the same way she apparently liked you. but you just weren't sure yet.

"It's alright, don't worry about it," you express. "uh... should we get back to the book?"

you weren't mad or upset with Cady. her kissing you had just left you feeling... weird? so even as you parted ways and you got texts later in the evening, you couldn't bring yourself to reply. you just needed some time to think.

Lunchtime is weird. Everyone is quiet. Painfully quiet. Karen and Gretchen are just eating their lunch. Regina is staring at the label of her yoghurt. you're sat there anxiously like a child bursting with energy. this was so unlike them. "can someone just talk already," you blurt out. a little startled, everyone looks at you. "sorry. just nobody is talking and it's freaking me out. normally Gretchen never shuts up."

"why are you even here?" Regina asks, twisting the dessert in her hand. you wish she'd just eat it instead of inspecting it.

"why wouldn't I be?"

"shouldn't you be over there with the pyro-dyke and her band of freaks." her head nods in the direction she means but her eyes never leave that stupid label. the nickname referred to Janis and Band of Freaks must mean Cady and Damian.

a sigh. "you're being ridiculous,"

"I'm being what?" Regina asked firmly. her yoghurt placed down slowly as her eyes zone in on you. sharp and daring. Karen gently nudges your leg with hers but you're not sure if it was an accident or a warning. you glance at her and then at Gretchen who is keeping her eyes firmly on her food.

"nothing. sorry," you say softly.

"stand up," voice low but commanding. you can't tell if she's serious so you remain seated. watching her. "stand up. now." she was louder now. attracting attention. putting on a show as various people looked to see what the commotion was. "you wanna run around with freaks and lesbos, then go."

"Are you-"

"go." you swallow hard. willing yourself not to crumble under the pressure of everyone's gaze. you could argue back but you know better than to challenge her when she's this pissed off. so you just push up, grab your tray and leave the table. you lock eyes with Janis along the way who is next to Cady. you can't join them like Regina so angrily implied, it'd just make things worse for them and yourself.

your last few classes of the day are spent wondering what you've done to piss off Regina today. you've hardly even seen her. maybe Gretchen told her about the hallway yesterday? She promised not to plus this seemed like a massive overreaction. you're at your locker, grabbing your stuff when Gretchen approaches. "Regina said if you can behave yourself you're allowed to come shopping with us,"

"hello to you too Gretchen," you slam the metal door shut. "no thank you.."

"Seriously?"

"she basically banished me from the cafeteria today, why would I wanna go anywhere with her?" you ask but it was mostly rhetorical as you start down the hall.

"you know she was only joking," the brunette trails after you.

"was she? felt pretty real to me,"

"that's just her humour," Gretchen assures you. "you have to come. Regina will be upset,"

"Regina doesn't have emotions," you fire back, pushing through the double doors, you almost collide with another person. "Jesus, watch out."

didn't take long to realise who it was. "it's Karen actually,"

"I know your name, baby" you pat her shoulder. "why are you right outside the door?"

"waiting for you," she takes your hand. "we're going shopping."

"I don't wanna do that," you express but Karen is already leading you towards Regina's jeep. "Karen, let go" you groan but put up little resistance. the blonde is leaning against the side eyes on you as you're being dragged across the front lawn.

"you found her then," the blonde comments, pushing away from the metal of her jeep. "thought we'd have to start putting up lost dog posters or something."

"why am I even here?"

"Isn't it obvious- get in the car." Regina climbs in and everyone else does the same. "we need someone to carry the bags."

why were you here? why had you given in so easily? You didn't even want to go shopping and now you're staring at yourself in the wall-length mirror of a dressing room, trying on outfits. with a heavy sigh, you step through the curtain

"what do you think?"

"you look great," declares Gretchen.

"beautiful," an eager Karen. She had picked it out.

Regina turns from the large mirror at the end of the space where she was inspecting the dress she was trying on to you. "ew." is all she says before turning back.

"yeah, I never liked it," Gretchen remarks quickly.

"try this," Karen shoves a hanger in your hand before pushing you back towards the dressing room. you stare at your reflection once more. you didn't think it looked too bad but maybe Regina was right. it wasn't exactly your style but that's because Karen picked it. it was more you than most of the outfits she tried to get you to wear... it did sit a little weirdly. you can hear Regina talking to the girls, sending them each on an errand. and then it's silent. you begin to undress when the blonde calls your name. you stop what you're doing. She says it again and you walk out.

"what's up?" you question cautiously. you weren't about to let your guard down around her.

"what do you think of this dress?" the blonde spins to face you. hands on her hips. your brow furrows. why did she want your opinion? your eyes drift. taking in Regina. notice every curve. She really was a sight to behold.

"looks good."

"That's all I get?"

"What were you expecting?"

The girl turns back. "A shower of complements but guess you're not even good for that anymore."

"I said it looks good?"

"I'm done with you now. go change out of that ugly outfit already."

you wanna say something but you decide to just bite your tongue and head back into the dressing room.

come the weekend, Regina is out of town with her parents which means you've ended up with babysitting duties. Gretchen and Karen had both decided they were coming over to your place. you didn't mind. so now you're loitering on the bed with your back against your headboard scrolling through your phone. Karen is snuggled up in half a blanket using your lap as a pillow also scrolling through her phone. it's silent but comfortable. Gretchen vanished about ten minutes ago and hasn't returned. "do we have to start hanging out with Cady?"

"What?" you glance down from your phone.

"I don't wanna hang out with her, she's creepy."

"that's not very nice, Karen," you scold. "but no. why would we?"

"Because you're like a thing now," Karen answered, pressing her phone to her chest. She meets your stare. "you kissed"

"excuse me?" your heart practically skips a beat. you undoubtedly hadn't told anyone that Cady kissed you and you're almost certain she hadn't.

"what? Gretchen told us that she saw you and Cady making out after school on Monday," Gretchen fucking weiners. of course. but how did she know?

"by us you mean?"

"me and Regina," fuck.

"When was this?" you wonder. and as if summoned on cue, Gretchen emerges through the doorway and you can't help but raise your voice. "you told Regina I was making out with Cady?"

"What?"

"Karen told me so don't lie," you demand. "I thought we had a deal."

"I didn't tell her about the hallway."

"Are you stupid?" you press. Gretchen sits on the edge of your bed, fluttering her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry," a hefty sigh. the girl shuffled up the bed so she was beside you. "are you mad at me?"

"Obviously."

"but you love me?" you don't reply and she nudges your shoulder with hers. "right?" you stay silent, glimpsing at her withan empty expression. you did love her but you were pissed off with her right now.

"look at this," Karen shoves her phone straight up and into your view. it shows a picture of herself. you assume she had just taken by the outfit.

"adorable," you smile walmly but it quickly fades. Gretchen had very much fucked you over. That day with Cady, you hadn't seen anyone around other than a few stray students. why was Gretchen even still there? and why hadn't she asked you about it before telling Regina?

"did you see what Kelsey posted today?" Gretchen questions, pulling out her phone. "it's so pathetic. like she's clearly doing it just for attention." you let your head fall back against the wall as Gretchen proceeds to talk in your ear. your mind drifts to the day in the cafeteria when Regina embarrassed you in front of everyone. you had thought it was an extreme reaction to a conversation in the hallway but turns out it was because of the kiss. was she that jealous of the idea of you and Cady? That made little sense when she was running around with Shane.

"Does Regina hate me?"

"of course not," Gretchen insists, a comforting hand placed on your shoulder. "you know anger is basically her love language. she just cares a lot."

"Regina thinks Cady is a freak," Karen contributes. "and that you hanging out with her makes us look bad."

"We were just doing homework."

"I saw you kiss her," Gretchen retorts.

"she kissed me,"

"you have been hanging out with her a lot," Karen states

"and you invited her to Connor's party," Gretchen resumes.

"yeah but..." you trail off because you really don't have a comeback. All those things were very much true. "this is stupid."

"if you had just listened to me-"

"Jesus, we get it Gretchen" you huff sharply and then feel bad for it. "sorry but you have to stop saying that- I should be able to talk to a girl without it being the end of the world."

"maybe talk to less weird girls?" Karen proposes brightly. "like me.... or Gretchen.... oooh or Regina."

"Thanks for the suggestion." you tap her nose gently, making her face scrunch up. "but I meant other than you three."

"you can talk to whoever you want," Gretchen reassures you, dropping her head to your shoulder. "as long as Regina approves."

"you sound insane,"

Gretchen shrugs. Karen's attention has returned to her phone. and you were suddenly so aware of how insane being friends with Regina George truly is.

the bell for first period has you walking down the hallway towards your history class. you share it with Gretchen who you haven't spoken to since Sunday. you're still mad at her.

"Hey, can we talk?" your brow furrows a little. it was Regina. and you were still mad at her too for last week.

"I have to get to class," you huff but she doesn't take the hint; instead she takes your hand and drags you straight into the nearest closet. it smelt like chemicals, dust and... vanilla. you imagine the vanilla is the girl, not the room.

"what the hell?"

"Just give me a minute,"

"why are we in a closet?" you wonder. it was cramped. a painfully buzzy lightbulb hung over head, flickering through an array of intensities. shelves full of supplies.

"I'm sorry, okay?" your eyes were looking anyway but at her until now. staring into blue-green eyes. did she just... apologise for something? was this a dream? your dreams never normally included Regina apologising but that seemed like the only way this could be real. "I'm sorry I got mad over you and Cady. you've just been acting weird since she joined"

"Are you... fucking with me right now?""

"what? I can't apologise?"

"I never said that," you did imply it but you would never say it. "I'm just confused." a shrug of your shoulders.

"I just don't like it. I don't like her," she wasn't about that. you weren't confused about her feelings towards Cady. you were confused as to why she was apologising for it? also, why do you have to do this in the closet? couldn't you have done this in a place with such a dizzying aroma? "I get like angry when I see you together. and then when Gretchen told me you kissed her-"

"she kissed me."

"Whatever," a dismissive wave. "I mean, it just was a lot y'know."

"not really" Your brow furrows.

"you're not that fucking dense, are you?" as the blonde takes a step forward, you take a step back crashing into a bucket and mop. She grabs your wrist. maybe an attempt to save you? "careful." said much softer. caring almost. it makes you suspicious. more so than the apology you hardly believed in the first place.

"we're gonna be late for class," you answer quietly. you try to pull your arm away but her grip doesn't falter. it's firm and tight; possessive almost. "Regina, please,"

"you promised to stay away from her," Regina mentions softly. you think back to that day. Regina straddling your lap. hands on your chest. moving against you. soft lips. it makes you blush. she pulls you closer. "promised you didn't like her more than me." her other hand gently cups your cheek. "was all that a lie?"

"no," you shake your head slow and stern. "no. i-"

"you kissed her." stated firmly.

"she kissed me," you argue back. her fingers press a little harder into your cheek.

"don't remember asking," expressed as she leaned in close. hot breath hitting your skin. vanilla fills your nostrils. "tell me you love me," whispered. you swallow hard. "please."

"Regina..." grip on your wrist tightens.

"go on."

"I... love you," you sound more confused than sure.

"more than cady?"

"you're my best friend,"

a once gentle hand now grips your chin. "more than Cady?" asked again.

"uh... more than Cady,"

"say you're obsessed with me." her lips loom mere inches from yours threatening a kiss.

"I'm... obsessed with you." her eyes are so intense, it's kinda scary. it's always treacherous being so close to her.

"Good," her lips press into yours. fierce and strong. but gone just as quickly. "I'll see you at lunch." she lets go and leaves without another word. The door to the closet closes with a click. insane. you remain for a few minutes. a little lost. a little confused. then you leave for class.

sat at a table under the beautiful shade of a massive umbrella during your free period. Cady is opposite. Gretchen was supposed to be here too but you don't know what happened to her. probably worried about sitting with Cady. "why are you doing work?"

"It's a study period. you should also be doing work,"

"It's almost lunchtime don't be ridiculous," you groan loudly. the bell rings mere moments later bringing a smile as the animals are released from their classrooms out into the wild. "see."

"you didn't do anything,"

"never do. That's half the fun of a free period before lunch."

"hey baby," that was Regina's voice. you look up promptly, half expecting her to make a comment or demand your presence but instead, she takes a seat right beside you.

"Hello," you try not to think about earlier. about how weird this is and focus on the fact she seemed to be in a good mood. her arms snake around you, drawing you back into her embrace.

"Cady,"

"hi Regina,"

"you look good today," Regina comments. your brow furrows. she was being weirdly affectionate. should you be concerned? probably but you were gonna enjoy her openness. the last week had been so weird and you kinda of just wanted things to go back to normal. and while this wasn't exactly normal, you prefer this to outward anger.

"thank you,"

"Now say it back," you roll your eyes but wear a playful smile.

"you look radiant Regina," said playfully. She gives you a quick squeeze and you finally settle in her embrace.

"I know," hummed in your ear. "so do you wanna come to mine after school?" muttered in your ear.

"what's the occasion?"

"I want you to," Regina declared. "why does it matter? you're coming over."

"am I now?" you ask playfully.

"We should get food," Regina lets go and gets up. you watch her for a moment expecting her to bark a demand but she doesn't. she just walks away. it freaks you out so you bid farewell to Cady and go scampering after the blonde.

"you good?"

"course," she states as you fall in step.

"you're being strange," you observe. "I was half expecting you to drag me away from that table."

"what's the point?" she asks. "you'd just go running back to the little nerd."

"no running is involved."

"running. skipping. drooling." the blonde teased. when you enter the lunch room, Gretchen is already sitting alone at your usual table. "like a love-sick little puppy dog."

"Okay, ew, no,"

"where have you been?" Gretchen wonders as you approach. She knows where you've been. you text her.

"no love involved whatsoever,"

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen asks.

"no one,"

"I got tater tots," Karen announces as she zooms past with a try, taking a seat at your lunch table.

"oooh, they have tots today? let's go get food," you grab Regina's hand and start pulling her towards the food. Gretchen comes scrambling after the two of you. "I'm starving."

"aren't you always," Regina comments. the sea parts as she leads the way to the front of the line. it's unfair. but you never call her out. you always take advantage.

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen repeats

"nobody, we moved on,"

"god keep up Gretchen," Regina huffs. you're so excited about your tater tots you practically run back to the table with your little tray. your two friends in toe. you take your usual seat next to Karen. Regina sits opposite with Gretchen.

"Cady keeps looking over here," Karen announces, popping a tot in her mouth. "it's creeping me out."

"she's so weird," Regina sighs. "if she's anything like her freaky friends it's because she's obsessed with our dear sweet puppy,"

"she is not obsessed with me,"

"This is what happens when you give losers attention, " Regina persists. "they think they have a shot. soon she's gonna think she can just come over and talk to us and it's your fault."

"Firstly, she would never do that. She's intimidated by you," you express. "secondly. she is sweet, you gotta lay off her."

"as she should be," the blonde looks disgusted. "also gross. She's so fuckin weird."

"you guys are being mean,"

"Is it mean if it's true?"

"still yes," you insist. "I like cady."

"We know," Gretchen states. Regina shoots her a dirty look.

"you don't get to talk Gretchen," Regina spits. "you never shut up about Jason like he's not disgusting."

"Cady would be cute if she just learnt how to dress. and do her makeup," Karen interjects.

"I don't even think that would help."

"Can we stop talking about her please?"

"don't wanna hear us shit talk your girlfriend."

"not my girlfriend." you argue. "but I would like this to end. quickly. let's go back to Jason that dude fuckin sucks."

"he's so sleazy," Karen adds. and the conversation flows into something other than you and Cady. thank god.

you're lying on Regina's couch. in Regina's room. alone. after school. you expected Karen and Gretchen to be here too but alas they weren't here. after this morning, you wouldn't be surprised if this was some cult worship ceremony. the door creaks open and in walks the infamous blonde. a glance before going back to your phone.

"my mum wants to know if you're staying for dinner,"

"am I?" you don't even know why you're here. and knowing Regina she could kick you out at any moment.

"I said yeah but you don't have to," a shrug.

"guess you're not mad at me anymore then,"

"When was I mad at you?" she questions, sitting down on her bed.

"When are you ever not?" you tease. "sometimes I think you hate me."

"if I hated you, you wouldn't be here," the blonde comments.

"you've been so short with me recently." you sit up properly.

"Because you've been acting different." the girl insists. "and it's weird. and I don't like it. I want you to go back to how you were."

"I don't even know how I've been acting different?" you lean back. "I think you're just jealous."

"jealous of what?"

"Cady." you see her eyes narrow. jaw tense.

"you are obsessed with her."

"not obsessed," you correct. "I don't even know what is going on between me and Cady."

"but you like her?"

you shrug. "do you like her?"

"no," it makes you smile for some reason. same old Regina. number one cady hater. "not even a little. she's strange. can't dress for shit. really awkward."

"tell us how you really feel," you chuckle a little.

"you'll just call me mean," like she wasn't already being mean.

you shrug. "I like when you're mean."

"I know," a smile quirks at her lips. the blonde pats the space next to her. "come here,"

"why?"

"Just come here," a dramatic sigh. you push up and cautiously walk over to sit down next to her. "why are you acting so scared of me?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "kinda expecting you to push me off the bed or something."

"why would I do that?" her brows furrowed.

"Because you're evil," a smirk slowly takes over her lips. you nudge her softly with your shoulder.

"I love it when you call me evil,"

"I know," you reply. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you wish."

"I don't have to wish," you tease. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you're really pushing your luck here," Regina comments. "stop." her tone suggested she was done playing. the blonde falls back against her bed. you just look at her as she starts typing on her phone. "and stop staring at me freak."

"but you're so pretty,"

"your girlfriend wouldn't like you saying that."

"not my girlfriend," you insist. "no more than you are." the blonde doesn't respond and you both fall into a comfortable silence. you lie down beside her. "why did you invite me over?"

"make out. prove a point. why do you think i asked in front of cady?" you just shrug. the girl sighs loudly and discards her phone off to one side before rolling onto her side to look at you. you just turn your head to face her.

"for someone so smart, you really are stupid," you'd be offended but there was hardly a point. she just watches you, watching her. you crack under her gaze and look away but she just reaches over and forces you to look at her. "do you know why I keep you around?"

"Because you love me?" said playfully but quietly. you know it's not the answer she was looking for.

"I like the way you look at me," she admitted quietly. "everyone stares at me but you... you look at me like I'm the only person in the entire world." she went on. "like you just can't get enough." you don't know what to say. Regina was like nobody you had ever met but in a different way to Cady. She just commanded attention. a beauty beyond words. and sometimes you wonder why you ever caught her eye. the girl shuffles closer now. "you can run around with freaks. you can be confused about Cady. but at the end of the day, none of it matters." that hand on your jaw loosens and begins to trail down over your neck. "you'll always come running back to me."

"What makes you think that?"

"It's in the way your breath hitches when I'm close. the way your eyes linger when I walk away. the way you so easily melt under my touch," her voice was gentle but taunting. her hand slipping lower and lower down the length of your body. you could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest. an onset wave of heat flushing your cheeks. "I can say or do whatever I want," her hand stops at your thigh, squeezing roughly. body leaning into yours. pressing you further into the plush fabric of her bed. "and you'll always be mine." whispered sharply before her lips meet yours and the fire makes the rest of the world melt away. you reach up to draw her closer. deepen the kiss and the way she groans makes your head spin. but then she pulls away unexpectedly. "oh I forgot to mention Shane is coming over after dinner so you gotta be gone by then. Cool?" you can feel the emotions stirring. it's weird and confusing. Shane's name fills you with anger; annoyance even. through no fault of his own. was she fucking serious? but at the same time you couldn't move. maybe a wiser person would have stopped everything right here. walked away with their dignity in their hands. Cady was probably a safer option. she liked you. and maybe you liked her too. but there was just something about Regina. being on her good side meant the world worked for you too. it was a world you'd become so accustomed to, you can't imagine it any differently. you can't imagine a life without the blonde. you didn't want to leave. you wanted to chase the high of each kiss. the pain as her nails dig into your skin. the firey mess of being with her.

"cool." you nod simply, pulling her back into the kiss. dignity was overrated when it came to Regina George anyway.

#regina george #regina george x reader #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #renee rapp #mean girls fanfic #regina george fanfic

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Heartless and Heartbroken

Pairing: Regina George x newplastics!fem!reader

Contains: a whole lot of Angst. The d slur is used like once, Regina being hateful to reader, Reader is a new student and becomes a former plastic. (There is no revenge involved though) I think that's it

Summary: being a new student at North Shore meant endless bullying and comments. That is until Regina and her squad walks up to you one day during Lunch.

The hallway is filled with students trying to get to their classes or some not giving a shit. You attempt to get to your first class, Chemistry. Once you walk in there many eyes stare at your figure as you try to head to your seat quickly. "Wait right there young lady! Class, this is our new student Y/n Y/L/N! We all hope you feel welcome here Miss Y/L/N!" The taller man at his desk who you assume was the Chemistry teacher announces rather loudly. You swear under your breath and give off a fake grin. You head to the back of the classroom where you see a beautiful Blonde woman stare at you. The first thing you noticed about her was her seductive smirk. She chuckles and turns back to the front chewing her pink bubble gum and typing something on her phone. The whole day sort of feels like a fever dream. You obviously had no friends just yet so you were trying your best not to look like a lost puppy trying to find their mom. As soon as you get home you fall down under your covers and drift off to sleep. You wake up to the sound of your mom calling you for school. How long did I sleep for? You question, you look at the clock and see it is 6:30 am. You rub your hands over your eyes and prepare yourself for another shitty day. After getting ready you head downstairs and grab an apple to eat on the way to school. You didn't have a car, but you DID have a bike. You didn't live much far from the school building so you got on your bike and headed to your location. Once you got there you saw a big crowd stood in place like they were frozen. You check to see what is going on and you freeze in place as well. There are 4 girls walking into the building. One of them being the girl who was smirking at you the day before. Who stood on her left was a girl with a cute face and Honey colored hair. Right beside her was a girl with dark brown hair who was just waving at everyone. Lastly on the blonde's right, stood a girl with strawberry blond hair who looked fierce but welcoming. "Those are the Plastics." A girl behind you says.

at a blink of an eye, it was already lunch time. You didn't have anywhere to sit so you just started heading your way to the girl's bathroom. "Hey sweetheart, come here" the blonde from earlier shouted out to you to get your attention. That caused the whole lunchroom to go silent. You look at the girl with a grin and realize just how stunning she is. She sits you down beside to brown haired girl and stares at you for a moment. "Hey, you're in my Chemistry class right?" You nod and she grins. "You're like really pretty." The blonde stares you up and down with a smirk. "Thanks." You reply with a soft smile. "So you think you're pretty?" The question confuses you a little bit. "I mean sure I guess?" You say with a questioned look. "Anyways, I'd like you to eat lunch with us for the rest of the week." The blonde looks in your eyes. You nod and she continues. "This is Gretchen." Regina points to the honey colored hair girl. "This is Karen" Regina eyes the brown haired girl and Karen waves at you with a giddy smile. "This is Cady" Regina points to the strawberry blonde. "And my name is Regina George." Regina holds out her hand and you shake it happily. Gretchen sets the rules of the table and what you can and can't wear on certain days. Having Regina and the plastics by your side wouldn't be that bad after all.

After the next few weeks you start to get closer to the girls. Karen, was the sweetest out of all. She was caring and was just overall so cute. Gretchen, was also nice but she could not keep a secret to save her life. Anything anyone in the plastics did Gretchen would run to tell Regina about instantly. Cady was pretty cool and she seemed to be a big people pleaser. You didn't mind that very much at all. Regina however was the meanest out of all. She was the main one of the group and controlled all of you. She was flirtatious and soft until you do one small thing and that is thrown in the garbage. She was very cold and pushy towards you and would treat you like a little dog. It hurt at most times but you remembered that if you didn't have Regina you would be the bottom of the food chain and would've been eaten alive by now. There were times where you could share deep things with her. She never did herself but you felt happy to be somewhat close to her. You also couldn't help but notice the growing feelings you had for her. She was undeniably gorgeous and you could stare at her all day if you could. You tried to deny those feelings but nothing helped. You ended up telling Cady about your feelings for the blonde because you know Gretchen would run away behind your back and tell Regina and Karen would just look at you confused and ask multiple questions. Cady helped you through these feelings and promised to never tell Regina. You thanked Cady and was so grateful for her. After days went on you couldn't hold it in anymore. Regina continued to tell you she loved you and stuff but you knew she meant it in a platonic way. Not any way you truly wanted.

"Get in loser." You heared Regina yell out as school ended and you were walking out of the front doors of the building. You see Regina standing infront of her jeep with the keys in her right hand. It seemed it would only be the two of you since Karen had tutoring until 5 and Gretchen's mom picked her up early because she ran the flu. You get in the passengers seat and stare into the sun. "What's up with you Y/n?" Regina asked while she still keeps her eyes on the road infront of her. "I dunno, I guess I'm just tired from school." You lied. You were nervous that you were alone in the car with Regina. This has never happened.

You both arrive to her mansion and she get out of the vehicle. You hop out too and grab your school bag. Once you both got inside you greeted her mom and Regina just ignores her and leads you both to her room. You lay on Regina's bed and stare at the ceiling. Regina does as well and you stare at eachother. Regina leans in a bit and you get nervous but try to relax. "Wanna know something baby?" Regina whispers as she caresses your cheek. You hum and she continues with her sentence. "I think you're pretty cool. I know I don't say it a lot but I think you are." You are surprised with her answer. Regina begins to climb lntop of you and brushes her lips against yours. "Can I kiss you?" The girl asks. You nod instantly and she kisses you roughly. You reply and play with her hair. She eventually moves away and looks at you. "I like you Y/n, there's something different with you." Regina says as you sits back up. "But I could never like you like that." Regina looks at her phone and starts texting someone. You get confused and before you say anything, Regina answers your unasked question. "Gretchen told me. She overheard you and Cady talking and told me you had a little crush on me. I think it's honestly sad how you think you could get me to like you back. I'm not some fucking Dyke Y/n. Get a life." Regins chuckles and you feel yourself start to tear up. Fucking Gretchen. You grab your thinks and leave the mansion. Regina doesn't follow after you so you start to cry more. You call your mlm and ask her to pick you up and you spend the rest of your night cuddled up in your bed crying your eyes out. You were heart broken. You felt so stupid. You knew that kiss wasn't something special. Regina was a heartless peice of beautiful shit who made you believe you were special. You called Cady and she stayed with you the whole night until you felt somewhat better. You had to prepare yourself for the next school day you had to face your 'friend' again.

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leviathanspain · 6 months

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fucked my way up to the top

roman roy x reader

synopsis: the recent shroud of attention towards the roys lands a spotlight on you, causing you to question your marriage

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the public didn’t favor you as a roy wife. you were labeled a gold digger, virtually nobody, a poison, a cancer. it didn’t matter that your own family was rich and prosperous. not as public as the roy family was, but respected in their industry.

you had grown up with roman, for a few brief summers at least. neighboring his summer home with your grandfather’s, you’d find yourself sneaking away at odd hours to visit the sullen boy.

after losing touch, you had reconnected with the youngest roy son at a business conference that you had accompanied your father to. he was impossible to shake off after, and soon you found yourself walking down the aisle.

but your relationship behind closed doors was extremely unconventional. in the year you’ve been married to roman, you never had sex. you came close once, on your wedding night, but nothing else since. you understood him the most, and his issues with intimacy. you’d wait around for him as long as he needed, because you loved him.

you loved him more than anyone else in his life, and he didn’t know why.

roman was still roman, in the best way he knew how to be. he’ll make inappropriate comments at you in professional settings, defending it with “she’s my wife!”, or sticking his hands down your pants whenever he got cold. you never really understood his methods, but it was affection nonetheless.

although you had a history with corporate america, you wouldn’t deny that your marriage to roman had sped up your career. only because roman has insisted that you work alongside him. it was either that or not work at all.

so the media, in the raging shit storm that kendall had started, had picked you and your marriage as the weakest link, attacking you in many headlines. twitter had been worse, causing you a mild headache for weeks.

roman had assured you’d that it would all blow over, that as long as you both knew the truth, that nothing else mattered.

but it did. everything mattered.

“hey ro-“ he had answered your call before the second ring. he sounded breathless, but you could hear the bustling office environment over the phone. there was the sound of leather, assuming he moved to sit.

you looked at yourself in the mirror, giving yourself one last look before walking over to the door, “i just wanted to call and remind you that i’m going out.”

roman made a noise over the phone, “ughhhh- that’s tonight?” he looked at his watch, checking the time, “right. that’s fine, yeah.”

“ro?” you asked, a smile on your face as you heard him hum in response. “i wasn’t asking if it was fine. remember what we talked about?”

roman sighed, rolling his eyes slightly as he leaned back in his chair, “that you’re my wife, not my property…”

you laughed, “when you put it like that it sounds awful. whatever roy, i’ll see you later.” he could hear the clicking of the apartment lock, you were already leaving.

“okay, bye bye now sweetie!” he mocked an elderly lady with his tone before hanging up quickly.

on nights you’d go out with friends, roman wouldn’t go home. he would eventually find his way home around two or three am, but only because you’d call to let him know you were going home. there was no point of being home if you weren’t there.

he had done it once, but there had been a pit in his stomach the entire time. as if he was doing something wrong.

he had heard the apartment door click, and his head turned from the random late night news channel to the door. you were standing there, wavering slightly as you stepped forward.

“baby-“ you slurred, and immediately roman stood up. he walked towards you, and a sheet of concern washed over his face. “i’m sorry baby, i know how much you hate it when i drink.” you grabbed onto roman’s shoulder, hand clutching him as you tried to steady yourself.

roman scoffed, “when did i say that?” his tone turned defensive, but mainly confused.

you shrugged, “i know you do.” you let go of him and stepped towards the couch, “you get in that mood.” you had meant to sit down, but you found yourself on your back instead. you closed your eyes, swallowing thickly, “you pull away.” roman scoffed again, “y/n, im right here.” his hand grazed your face as he leaned over you. he rested on the couch’s edge, but you couldn’t keep your eyes on him.

“no- it’s not like that. everytime i want to,” you faltered, and roman inhaled sharply, “it’s like you shut down. and we’ve danced around it for almost a year and-“ your words slurred slightly but roman had understood you perfectly.

“what do you want me to say? hmm? that i don’t want to fuck you?” he got off the couch and stood up, “do you want a divorce? is that it? since we didn’t fuck you can probably get a good deal out of that, you should go fucking try it!” roman didn’t know where this anger was coming from, but he felt it come out like word vomit. and he couldn’t stop.

tears escaped your eyes and you sniffled, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment. “no- i don’t want a divorce, roman.” you shook your head as you cried, wishing the couch could swallow you up.

roman continued to spit more words at you, but you cried harder. “i just want my husband to touch me! i want to be desired- to be loved!” you shouted, words overtaking his.

“i want you every minute of every day. i wake up with you on my mind, even when you’re asleep next to me i want you. i fucking want you, so bad.” his voice dropped and he stared down at you.

you shifted your eyes over to him, and tried to stand up. roman noticed what you were doing and took your hand, pulling you up.

“have me, roman. have me and never let me go.” your arms draped around his neck, pulling him into you. you leaned into him, and kissed him roughly. roman felt himself hitch a breath before pulling away.

“i cant.” your hands dropped from his collar and you stared, speechless. “i want to, y/n. but i-“

you pushed past him, not letting him finish as you tried to stumble towards the door. “you’re a fucking coward.” you slurred, tears muddling your vision. you fumbled for the door handle, “i never want to see you again! you hear me! i hate you!” you stomped a foot as you struggled more for the door. “fuck!” you cried out, feeling defeat and heartbreak wash over you in an instant.

this feeling was crippling. closing your eyes as you slid down in defeat. you couldn’t fight anymore, you didn’t have it in you. your husband didn’t stay to linger, slipping away quietly.

the separation was taking its toll. it was starting to get noticeable to those around you. you had wished for space from roman, who had hesitated but obliged. his only request was that his family doesn’t know, and so far, they hadn’t.

but little things, questions regarding the other had raised a few flags. kendall had asked about you once, bringing up the question to roman on your whereabouts. roman had lied and said he had just seen you in your office, but kendall knew you weren’t even in the building. or when shiv had texted you to ask if you’d be joining the family to scotland, but you had to play off your absence with a separate work trip. when in reality you had no idea that roman would even leave the country.

shiv knew something was off. she was finding roman more intolerable by the day. he was more disheveled, prone to outbursts, constantly on the defensive, and it definitely had to do with you. you were his happy little pill.

as much as you wanted to keep the secret, roman made it difficult. he rarely ever saw you anymore, and he would often exclude you from meetings regarding family or work. you didn’t mind at first, until it started affecting your work. you’d have to talk to him about it, eventually.

logan had called for a meeting in his office. usually big meetings with all of the roys and close workers meant bad things. typically you’d stay out of these things and find out from roman. but you had no roman to come home to anymore, and you’d have to learn how to fight for yourself sooner rather than later.

you were the third one to arrive. kendall was already perched beside his father. you admired kendall for his ability to resurrect himself and crawl back under his father’s thumb. you respected him, but not lately. greg and tom were also in the room. their little duo was dangerous, you’ve warned roman to watch out for them.

“y/n!” tom stood up from his seat, awkwardly hugging you. you stiffened in his arms and pulled back with an awkward smile, “tom. didn’t know we did that!” your eyes slid to logan and kendall, who seemed as equally as surprised by your presence.

“sir.” you looked at your father-in-law, who’s eyes shone at you, “y/n. what a delightful surprise.” he kept his tone even, but you still smiled nonetheless.

kendall had his wits about him, for once. “what changed?” he squinted his eyes at you and you laughed slightly, “it’s nice to see you too, ken.”

just as you turned, you heard a whistle at the door, “where is everyone? you said at 11:30 right?” roman looked down at his watch before looking up, eyes settling on your face.

you hadn’t expected to see him so face to face, for the first time in weeks. he looked away slightly, cracking another irrelevant joke before walking over to a chair.

he didn’t even greet you, and that didn’t go unnoticed by everyone else. more and more flooded in, and you couldn’t stop the pounding feeling in your head even as the conversation began.

“roman!”

logan’s shout had broken you out of your daze. you blinked, eyes narrowing on the clock as you realized thirty minutes had passed. you had missed most of the meeting, and seemingly caught the end. but this wasn’t just any end, this was logan handing your husband his own ass.

you listened to roman get chewed out. you weren’t in the loop to roman’s work, and you felt lost.

logan’s insults turned into abuse. you felt your mouth go dry as you stood up, words spilling out of your mouth in roman’s defense.

you didn’t know what you had done until it was done. you were locked in a stare with logan, who was in disbelief at your outburst. you felt you face heat up and you inhaled sharply. logan didn’t say anything, but kendall had waved his hands, “alright. let’s just- end it here.” he shifted his gaze over to you but you didn’t meet his eyes.

roman stared at you, from across the room in his chair. you blinked, words faltering as you stared at him.

you didn’t bother apologizing as you excused yourself, practically running down the hall to shut yourself away.

there was a soft knock at your door. roman. it had to be roman. you felt your chest heavy with pressure as you stood up, walking over to your door. you unlocked it, but hesitated as you pulled it open.

“yes?” you peeked out, beads of sweat lining your forehead. your eyes met his and roman stared at you, “let me in.” he nodded to the door and you hitched a breath, opening the door as you stepped back.

“ro-“ without another word you threw yourself into his arms. he grabbed you tightly, reciprocating your need for affection.

“i’m so sorry.” you choked out, “i’m so fucking sorry.” you knew logan had a difficult relationship with his son, and this didn’t help any of it. logan must hate you now.

roman shook his head, “fuck that. fuck that old ass guy. it’s okay, you-“ he pulled back and you felt his lips on your cheek, “you know i would’ve done that for you.”

you hugged him tightly, and hoped this warmth would last.

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starryskyzx · 6 months

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

➼ 𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙘𝙨

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗲. 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘂𝗽, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗵𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗺𝗸

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟯𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 @ginger4sugar 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗲’𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁! 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿!!! 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟴 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗺𝗿! 𝗼𝗸 𝗴𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 (𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱). 𝗹𝘂𝘃 𝘂 <𝟯!

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟰 ࿐ྂ

Music blasted and colored lights landed on every surface of the huge house you were partying in. Your favorite drink, pink whitney, swished around in your stomach as you took a random shot of some Svedka one of your friends had just poured up for you.

Cheers of encouragement came from around the island as your already drunk ass motioned your friend for another shot. As the liquor poured in the shot glass, your body reacted to the sound the beat as your favorite song began blasting in the living room.

Completely forgetting about the requested drink, you immediately ran towards the crowd ready to obnoxiously scream every part of the song, drunkenly slurring the lyrics together. However, before you could make it into the mob of people, your homeboy, Connie, ran into you, eyes red from smoking in the backyard.

“Hey, Connieee~” you said, dragging his name out annoyingly. “Wassup, y/n” he replied, wrapping his arm around your waist bringing you in for a hug. “I was gonna ask you to come get a drink with me, but I think you beat me to it” he laughed, loosening his grip on you, still resting his arms around you.

“They’re playing my songg” you said, pushing past him attempting to go hang out with the rest of the partygoers who were dancing and chatting in the room in front of you.

“Hollon-“ he said, grabbing your arm, pulling you back close to him. “Come smoke wimmie”

You sighed, weighing the two options in your head, before reluctantly agreeing. Connie pulled your arm outside where the lawn was sprinkled with abandoned cups and random people having intoxicated conversations. “Where are we going?” you laughed, stumbling around, barley being able to keep up.

“Right here” he replied, stopping right in front of his car, opening the door to the backseat. You got in and waited for Connie to appear in the adjacent window. Your head was pounding but you agreed to hang out with your best friend anyways.

Eventually, he joined you in the car, plopping down next to you, pulling what looked like a gram of weed out the pocket of his jacket. You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the window, still talking as you rested your eyes.

It was until you felt a tap on your shoulder that you opened your eyes and saw smoke already filling the car and a lit joint in Connie’s hand. “Damn, my bad” you said, eyes widening, tucking the joint between your two fingers.

The two of you talked for a few minutes, passing the blunt between each other, until it was almost completely burnt. As Connie inhaled the last hit, he grabbed your chin pulling you a mere inches away from his face.

He parted your lips slightly before blowing the smoke into your mouth, causing your intoxicated mind to get turned on almost instantly. Before you could even process what you were doing your head leaned forward, enclosing the smoke in both your mouth and Connie’s.

Although you thought he would pull away from the kiss, it felt as if he was encouraging it, slipping in tongue, slowly moving his hand from your face to your waist. “Sorry” you whispered, breaking the kiss for a few seconds only to succumb to the seduction of your friend once again.

“All good~”

Whether it was the alcohol, the weed, or simply Connie making you aroused, you couldn’t stop your hands from reaching for his pants zipper as you positioned yourself aimlessly in the backseat of his car.

“I got it-“ he mumbled, unzipping his pants, revealing his bulge. He tossed your legs over his shoulder, before kissing you once more and calling out to you.

“Y/n?”

Your heavy lids finally forced themselves open, giving you the ability to look Connie in his eyes. “You okay with this?”

A smile grew on your face and you nodded, closing your eyes once again allowing everything to take place.

You heard the words “I’m gonna take care of you, alright?” shortly after feeling a pair of hands gently pull down your panties. The only reply you gave was a groan, now having to deal with not only the pounding in your head but the one in your pussy too.

A girthy tip penetrated your pussy, causing you to moan at the pacing he entered you. Slowly, he used his thumb to bury his dick deep into your cunt, watching as you easily swallowed his shape.

After filling you up with his cock, the sound of him spitting on your pussy followed by the wet sounds of him moving around inside you filled your ears, causing you to smile at the euphoric feeling of getting fucked under the influence.

His hands repositioned themselves around your waist, using them to help move your body in your diminished state. His slow, sultry movements allowed his dick to glide against your walls with ease, as if your body was meant to be one with his all along.

It wasn’t until his thrusts became harder and he’d ram himself against your g-spot, that you caught yourself moaning unforgivably loud. Not once did he shush you or muffle your noises, despite you two being in the driveway of a house were a party was taking place, leaving both of you vulnerable to being seen.

His hands began to guide you deeper onto his cock, however this time, he shoved himself in and out of you a bit quicker, causing the sound of your thighs smacking against his to fill the car. Brokenly, you begged, only being able to form the name of the boy fucking you and the word “More~” on your tongue.

Your moans held a sense of weariness, while still managing to keep all their volume. You were honestly too wasted to show any sort of excitement, despite your eager pleads of wanting Connie to continuously stretch out your cunt.

Before you could form the words to express you were about to cum over your homeboy’s dick, you hips had already began bucking and your fingernails had started dinging themselves into Connie’s forearm. “Connie- Con-“

Your whiny moans were cut off as Connie unexpectedly pulled every inch of himself out your pussy, only to put his swollen tip against your lips. As a few drops of cum dripped onto your face, you mindlessly stuck out your tongue as Connie gave himself a few pumps, causing him to empty every drop of his nut into your mouth and onto your flushed cheeks.

After catching his breath, the boy reached under the seat, grabbing his pants and your panties before swiftly handing them back to you. As you slipped your undies over your heels, Connie reached his hand to the front of the car, opening the center console, grabbing something out if it.

“Take 4. You’ll need some for the morning.” he advised, placing 4 painkillers into the palm of your hand before slipping out the car and moving himself to the drivers seat. A non verbal “thank you”, was given as he noticed your smile and nod through the rear-view.

Taking two of the pills using no drink caused you to shake your head disgustedly from the nasty aftertaste. After doing so, you noticed Connie was not only buckled up, but the car was moving. “Where are we going now?” you asked, curious and a little concerned on where he was driving you.

“Your house, y/n. If you think I’m letting you go back into that party when you’re already so out of it, your more fucked up than I thought.”

You giggled, letting out a sigh of relief as you laid your head against the window, closing your eyes, hoping you could get some sleep. “Thank you” you mumbled tiredly, already being able to feel your headache disappearing.

When the night first began, if someone asked you if you could see yourself hooking up with Connie, you probably would’ve said no. However, after tonight, it’s come to your realization that whenever you need him, whether it be to rant about something bothering you or simply wanting some dick, he would be there, he would take care of you just like he said he would.

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hearttjason · 7 months

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AK Jason fluff to smut where he gifts her a J necklace

AN: WHOEVER THIS ANON IS I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK????! these jason asks got me feeling some type of way/pos sorry this took 50 years i had writers block💔

A gift for you.

jason todd x fem!reader

warnings: smut :p

you’re at home, bored out of your mind waiting for your boyfriend to come back from patrol. it’s nearing 4 am and you’re finding it hard to stay awake. just as you’re dozing off, you hear the window from the front room open, followed by heavy footsteps. you already know it’s jason so you call out to him, giving him a tired greeting since you’re too tired to get up. he walks in, tactical gear still on but he has a small box in his hand.

“thought of you while i was on patrol. got you a little something.” you can’t see it, but you know he’s smirking under his helmet. he takes it off and places it on his nightstand, undressing and getting into some shorts afterwards. he’s sitting on the bed, waiting for you to open it. you sit up, confused, but you open the box anyway. you certainly weren’t expecting to lay your eyes on a pretty j necklace with a heart that says “i love you”. you gasp and look at him, wide eyed and jaw dropped.

he laughs, a sound you could play on repeat and it’ll instantly cheer you up. “jay, this is so beautiful” you say quietly, still marveling at it. “beautiful necklace for my beautiful girl.” you close the box and set it on your nightstand before kissing him softly, cupping his face. he pushes his tongue against your lips, silently asking you to part them, and you do. a soft moan leaves your throat at the feeling of both of your tongues intertwining.

he pulls away slowly, out of breath and eyes lidded. “baby, let me take care of you?” jason asks, eyes silently pleading. you give him a nod to which he responds “you know the rules sweetheart, use those words like a big girl.” your heart flutters as you part your lips to speak. “jason..please.” “please what, baby?” you groan, not in the mood for his cockiness tonight. “please just fuck me already” you whine out. he grins mischievously before pushing you down on the bed softly.

he slips your night shorts and panties off and hums in approval. “one kiss has got your pussy dripping? you’re so easy baby” he teased. he runs a finger up your folds and groans lowly, eyes zeroing in on your glistening cunt. “so pretty” he murmurs to himself before getting on his knees and kissing your thighs, leaving little bite marks as he goes. “please” you whimper, bucking your hips up in hopes of getting any friction. “so fucking needy, pretty girl.” within the blink of an eye, his mouth is on your pussy, eating you like a man starved.

you can’t help but to whine and moan as he eats you out, experienced tongue licking and sucking. it’s almost as if he’s got a map of your cunt memorized in his brain. within a few minutes, your moans went from small “jason please” and “oh fuck” to “right there!” “m’gonna cum”. next thing you know, you’re clenching around his tongue and creaming all over it, high pitched slurs of his name leaving your pretty lips. “there we fuckin’ go. atta girl.” you’re twitching and jason spreads your legs a little more, spitting on your pussy and then kissing it cause he’s a freak!

“jason please. wan’ you inside.” he gets back on the bed and pulls off his shorts and boxers. “who am i to deny my pretty girl?” he slides into you slowly, letting out a low moan. “oh fuck baby, you’re s’tight.” once both of you have settled, he starts moving slowly, giving you deep thrusts. “j-jason! fuck, it’s s’good” you whine out, arms wrapping around his neck. “yeah? it’s so good? y’want me to fuck you to sleep baby?” you’re moaning and nodding, so cock drunk you barely registered what he said. he lets out a small laugh and says “okay baby, i’ll fuck you to sleep cause you’ve been such a good girl.” his thrusts speed up and he chokes out moans, gripping your hips harshly. “fuck fuck fuck- pussy’s fucking squeezing me, baby.”

“j-jay- jay m’gonna cum soon” you whine out. “i know baby, can feel ‘er getting tighter around me. fuckkk just like that.” before you know it, you’re fucking creaming around his cock, high pitched whines reverberating around your room. you just know you’re gonna get a complaint. “that’s it pretty girl, fucking cream on me. oh shit- m’gonna fill you up so nice baby.” you can barely hear him as the sleep finally catches up to you. a few thrusts later and he’s pumping you full of his cum with a whiny moan. you’re both spent, chests heaving as he pulls out.

“cant waste it baby” he grins before taking two fingers and plugging his cum into your hole. you shiver and whine at the feeling and he pulls them out, putting back on your shorts and underwear. “did so good for me” he mumbled, kissing your forehead before pulling up his shorts and boxers and laying down next to you. “gonna clean you up later baby, get some rest.” you smile and sleepily reply “thank you for the necklace, jace” and then you’re off to sleep. “course, beautiful” he whispers.

#jason todd #hearttjason #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #dc fluff #dc smut

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bonny-kookoo · 8 months

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Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Cream] 1/2

Jimin and Yoongi share one major problem when it comes to you and Jungkook- they're not hybrids, which means there's things in life they can never fully understand. But that's what you've got each other now for. And he can't wait to get a taste.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past trauma, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, just hybrid things (scenting, grooming, biting, licking, scruffing, and more), hurt & comfort, heat, manhandling, smut, Dom!brat tamer!Kook, sub!brat!reader, Fluff, SFW in this but smut in the next, some Angst, hints at (sexual) abuse, MCs past somewhat revealed, lots of comfort though

Length: ~4.3k words

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Jungkook has to laugh a little as he watches you emerge from your room to presumably check out the smell of the soup, all bundled up in a giant burrito of blankets, tail barely poking out from the bottom between your legs.

The dog hybrid had managed to give you some fever medication, a soft laugh having escaped him as he realized that almost all the medication for you is more so branded towards kittens than actual adult feline hybrids- something Jimin explained was the only way you'd take any of it.

You're so terribly spoiled- but Jungkook can't blame him for doing so.

"M'sorry.." You slur, simply leaning your body against his, face buried in his chest as you rub your forehead against his clothes. "you were probably really.. excited.." You mumble, and he chuckles, a hand on your back- or more so all the blankets wrapped around you.

"Don't apologize." he reassures you, stirring the pot with soup on the stove before he turns off the heat. "I'm more worried about you than anything else. And I told you we wouldn't have to do anything anyways, so no issues there at all." He jokes, though you just stay in your position stubbornly.

Jungkook can really just assume what's happening to you- his internet research and general knowledge from his job offering him a few pieces to the puzzle here and there. It's clear that it's some sort of trauma response- but Jimin had told him that there's nothing documented that would explain why you sometimes fall into such a state during your heat, while other times, you'd be fine. Something Jungkook had found could be that your mind simply 'locked' any memory of something happening- making your body remember, but not your mind. It happens in some hybrids who'd suffered traumatic events in their pasts- and from the looks of it all, that might just be what's going on with you.

All Jungkook really wants however, is to make sure you're alright. He doesn't need to know your past- only your future matters, and he wants to paint it in colors nowhere near as sad as you sometimes look.

"Jungkook.?" You ask suddenly, voice muffled into the fabric of his sweater, and he hums, moving his hands to hold your face in his palms so you can look at him- which you don't do, averting your eyes from him. "Will you.. stay with me?" You ask, and before he can answer, you add on; "..even though I'm me?"

For a moment, he can only hear the clock in the kitchen ticking, his entire body frozen in place as he realizes what you're really asking him.

So he was right all along.

You're scared of being left alone, and he knew this already-

but he might've just figured out what happened to you in the past to cause your body to shut down every time you hit your heat.

Abandonment. Someone had just left you during you most vulnerable time.

"I'll stay with you forever if you want me to." He says, teasingly squishing your cheeks a little, making you pout at him with a playful glare. "No matter if you're sick, or if you're annoying, or if you're angry, or sad-" He rants, tail wagging when you start to smile. "-so stop worrying, and let me be your guard dog." He jokes, making you laugh, before you cough a little.

"You're an idiot!" You laugh, before he lifts you up, blankets and all, to sit you down on one of the kitchen chairs-

boldly pecking your cheek.

"Well, I'm your idiot now."

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"I'm going over-" Jimin suddenly says, Yoongi however reaching out to grab his wrist and hold him back.

"Park Jimin, my hybrid is currently busy spoon-feeding soup to your blanket burrito over there, she's fine." He sighs, before nodding over to the window, where Jimin can actually in fact see your legs happily kicking around on the chair, while Jungkook feeds you, most likely because you refuse to untangle yourself from the blanket. "Jimin, I have been wondering something. And I want you to be honest." He says, as the younger human sits back down. "Do you love her? Romantically?" He asks, and it's quiet for a moment, before Jimin shakes his head.

"When I brought her home, she refused to do anything for days." Jimin explains. "No eating, no drinking, no talking- she was like a wild animal rather than a mostly human being." he remembers, looking at the tabletop. "No one knows what actually went down in that home, since she doesn't remember, and the other two hybrids she was living with had been completely shut down last time I saw them." He recalls, and Yoongi listens intently. "As far as I know, she's the only one who ever recovered to a point where she's considered independent again."

"And now you keep seeing her back in that state, and it scares you so much you rather avoid any negative situation so she doesn't fall back." Yoongi finishes.

"At first, I was walking on eggshells around her." Jimin runs a hand over his face. "One step forward, two steps back. It was a constant push and pull." He explains. "One day she'd make amazing progress, and then the next she'd be back at square one just because I accidentally did something that would set her off. It was.. frustrating, as bad as it sounds."

"It's not a bad thing to admit that it was tough." Yoongi reassures. "It doesn't mean you demean her just by saying that she was a challenge. I can't imagine how hard it must've been to work through all of it on your own."

"I knew that at some point, she was using things to her advantage. She was using me-" He sighs, "-and I let her. Because I knew that she didn't do it because she was a bad person."

"She was just in survival mode." The older human agrees, and Jimin nods with glossy eyes, feeling relieved that his partner seems to understand.

"And at some point, it just became.. okay. I felt content being her punching bag if it meant she was getting better. So I let her bite, and scratch, and yell. It was fine." He nods to himself. "And then.. she changed. Became so soft." the younger human almost whispers. "I don't- you might not really believe it, but she can be so sweet. Once you push past all her nasty walls and all that acting tough, she's an angel. She really is."

"I mean, I've seen glimpses of it, here and there. So I believe you." Yoongi chuckles. "And I think I understand your feelings towards her too. You're.. similar to me and Jungkook, I guess." He shrugs. "It's more of a.. caretaker situation. I feel responsible, in a way, since I practically raised him through his teenage years. Every flaw he now has somewhat falls back onto me." He laughs to himself. "I love him. Not intimately, or romantically- just.."

"Just love." Jimin says, nodding. "Nothing else. Just pure affection."

"Exactly." Yoongi nods.

And for a moment, both of them just look at each other-

enjoying the feeling of knowing that finally, someone else seems to understand.

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Due to his job, Jungkook has become pretty good at recognizing behaviors and adjusting his own accordingly. And he realizes quickly that your body and your mind are terribly disconnected in one way or another- making it a bit tough to figure out how to place his steps to make you feel comfortable.

Your mind is clearly content, happy and relaxed around him. You're purring against his chest right now, belly filled with warm soup and fever slowly coming down little by little, giving you finally a chance at proper rest. Your body, however, is still on high alert- ears constantly moving, tail never staying still, muscles tense in case you need to escape from whatever might happen.

He's basically forced to work with two sides of you at the same time- and upsetting one, could send the other into a panic at any time, due to your heat.

But he's got an ace up his sleeve- he's just as much of a hybrid as you are. And he noticed some things that work very well on you already.

You've currently started to roll around next to him on the bed- uncaring if your blankets or pillows fall down. It's clear that you're starting to become comfortable again, to the point of your heat actually making you interested again. And it also brings out your personality once more- as you playfully bite after him whenever he tries to touch you. You clearly initiate every contact first- from bumping your head into his body, to actually laying over him and holding onto his arms. But the moment he moves towards you, you bite, kick, or push at him again- and he knows that it's your instincts kicking in.

Jungkook has had sex before. He's not innocent in the slightest, and yet, he's sure that once you're ready for that with him, you'll be able to give him something he's been missing in every experience he's had before;

something wild, and untamed.

"Stop biting me you gremlin." Jungkook laughs while he watches you dig your teeth into the skin of his forearm that you hold onto- though you're not breaking skin whatsoever. It's just a play-bite, and neither is he mad about it. "You wanna get up and eat something?" He asks, and you finally let go, roll onto your back, and huff.

"No." You whine. "But I'm hungry." You complain further, and he chuckles.

"So what is it then?" He wonders, and your tail smacks loudly onto the bed.

"I wanna eat!" You complain, arms crossed. "But here!" You say, and he shakes his head.

"You're not eating in bed." He denies. "Once your heat breaks through you'll spend enough time here." He tells you, and at that, you begin to squirm a bit uncomfortably. He's noticed it some time ago already, can only really assume the contents of your most recent dream you had while sleeping next to him-

he somehow hopes he was a part of it. Maybe even the main part of it.

He can sense that you're slowly breaking out of your fever, but you're not yet there- there's still a certain sense of distrust you seem to have, and he fully understands and respects that. After all, considering this will be your first heat and first sexual experience, there has to be some sort of anxiety within you. He can only imagine how intimidating everything must be to you.

"How do you feel?" He asks, carefully reaching out to run a hand over your naked shoulder- an action you now let happen, no longer in a playful mood than before. "Hm?" He asks when you just cringe and whine, slowly sitting up.

"Dunno.." You mumble. "Don't wanna.. do stuff yet though. Sorry." You say, when he moves around on the bed, now sitting on his heels in front of you, hands on your cheeks.

"I'm not here just to take advantage of you, or have my fun with your body." He explains to you in a serious manner. "I'm not here just to have sex with you and satisfy myself." He says. "I'm here because I want to take care of you, and because I want to help you."

"Yeah and like, help is gonna-" You start, but he shakes his head.

"Help is gonna be what it's gonna be. Even if you don't want any help in that department at all, I'll still stay if you want me to." He shrugs.

"I want that." You say, grabbing and holding onto his sweater, pulling it towards you. "You gotta stay. Or I'll get sad." You tell him, flopping down into your side on the bed, and he grins, leaning down towards you.

"And we don't want you being sad, right?" He hums lowly, making you nod softly, almost shy.

"If I get sad I won't let you see me naked." You boldly tell him, and he laughs, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"Oh no, I better keep you happy then!" He dramatically exclaims, laying down next to you. "What does a poor dog gotta do to make the princess smile?" He wonders dramatically, and you grin playfully, rolling onto your back.

"He'd carry her to the kitchen and feed her." You sing, tail curling impishly around. "And then he'd probably have to cuddle her, and make sure she's never lonely." You explain.

He nods. "I think I can do that." He suddenly says, before he gets up to throw you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You complain, and he laughs, testing the waters by playfully hitting your butt once as he walks out the door towards the kitchen.

"You wanted to be carried." He shrugs, laughing when he notices you suddenly becoming shy. "You never said how."

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"I lied." You suddenly say as Jungkook is back in bed with you, having you laid over his lap while he pets your ears. "I had sex before. Well-... kinda." You mumble, and his touch never stops.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks casually, careful not to make you nervous. "It's fine if you don't want to."

"No, It's just-" you huff, visibly riled up by the topic. "I don't remember it well. Like, it's like a dream that you know you had but you forgot most of the details. I know I was bad, and I know it wasn't good. I remember that I was alone after, and that I was in the bathroom- I know that I slept in the bathtub, back at my old home, but I don't remember why. I just.. woke up there." You shrug, and Jungkook nods.

So it really is how he thought. Your mind has locked certain memories away to protect you- however, the trauma responses are still there, instincts unable to forget that easily.

"I guess that's why my heat is sometimes like that. I don't know.." you mumble. "..I don't know how to deal with this stuff. I'm not sure what you do and what you don't do during your heat.." you look someplace distant. "I'm broken. And I don't know how to fix me." You sigh.

"You're not broken at all." Jungkook shakes his head. "You're you. And I like you."

"You say that to get into my pants." You roll your eyes, and he laughs.

"I'm saying that because it's true. I don't want anything from you that you're not willing to give me." He shrugs.

"Then what if I don't want to have sex with you?" You ask, rolling onto your back to look at him. "What if I don't want you to touch me? Or if I'm mean? Or-"

"That won't change the fact that I like you." He says, shutting you up. You're so used to people only doing things so they can get something out of it for themselves, that Jungkook's words have become alien to you. He's just like Jimin, back then.

Intimidating, because his friendliness is just way too suspicious. But for now, you just go to sleep- taking a nap close to him, to maybe relax and sort out yourself and your situation for once.

Maybe.

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You're suddenly huffy yet again, hiding away from Jungkook underneath the blankets, and no amount of treats or praise seems to be able able to get you out from underneath them. He tries it all for a good while- offering your favorite foods, promising cuddles, even getting Jimin for you- but you refuse to come out and face him any longer.

He's not sure what happened after your little talk, but he's determined to find out.

"You can leave now!" You hiss underneath the heavy blanket, and he sighs, sitting cross-legged on the bed instead, not moving an inch. You're stubborn- but he's got the better patience of you both, so he decides to just wait it out for now, instead of getting you out underneath. He'd risk setting you off again- and he's not sure if he could handle the guilt of being the one to cause you distress. "Go away!" You yell again, but to no avail. He's not moving.

"Not until you tell me why." He responds to you calmly, and suddenly, your face pokes out the blanket, eyes red from crying, face clearly angry.

"I'm not in heat anymore, you can go now..!" You huff, and he tilts his head a bit confused, unsure what you're talking about.

"What do you mean?" He asks, and you just hide underneath the blanket again.

"I don't know, I'm just not anymore, so you can fuck off!" You growl, pulling the edges of the blanket close.

Jungkook thinks for a good moment. Maybe you're confused? You clearly still smell like you're in heat- more than ever, in fact, but your mind is pretty obviously not anymore, which doesn't make sense. And even if you weren't anymore, why do you suddenly seem to hate his presence?

"Do you think I only wanted you.. because you're in heat?" Jungkook wonders, tests the waters, and your silence tells him everything. He sighs loudly, and pulls on the blanket, easily overpowering you and taking away your hiding spot. And just as you try and get away, he pins you down instead by your wrists, leaning over you to look at you closely. "I want you when you're not in heat too. I want you whenever you want me." He tells you, and you look at him with wide open eyes.

"Why?" You ask.

"I don't think any explanation would really convince you." Jungkook says, looking at you. "Because you don't seem to understand that.. love and affection, that doesn't need anything else. Actual love isn't a giving and taking. It's not a transaction. You don't decide to love someone." He shrugs, before his hold on your hands loosens, arms rather wrapping around you to pick you up and hold your body against his, hugging you with his face in your shoulder. "Let me love you." He hums against your skin, and you don't know what to do for a good while.

He's right.

Love always comes with some responsibility for you- or at least it did, in the past. If someone loves you, you're obligated to return it in some way- you have to pay it back, somehow, no matter if it's not what you want, or if you don't love that person at all. Love always has some sort of hidden meaning. There's always a compensation wanted.

But Jungkook is like Jimin. He doesn't want anything from you- so what are you supposed to give?

Because compared to everyone who 'loved' you in the past, you actually want to pay him back. You want to return it. You want to be loved. But he doesn't want anything from you in return. What do you do now?

"What do you want from me?" You almost whisper, unsure. "I want to.. I don't know what to give you." You whimper, body shaking a little.

"I don't need anything from you." He chuckles, holding you a bit closer.

"You have to want something!" You call out in frustration. "I don't know what to give you in return- I wanna-.. I need to give you something, anything.." You stutter, and he realizes what you need.

"How about your love then?" He wonders, leaning back a little to look at you. "Please love me." He asks, a smile on his lips and tail happily wagging.

And for once in your life, never has a request been so easy to fulfill.

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'I'm not in heat anymore', is what you've said. In reality, you very much still are- and Jungkook realizes as you lift your behind up next to him with red cheeks, face hidden in the pillows in embarrassment, that you finally broke through. So if anything, you've never been so deeply in heat than right now.

You trust him enough to let yourself go, and leave your body in his care- instincts taking over as you whine in complaint next to him on the bed.

Before you went to sleep a few hours prior, he'd had a very in-depth talk about what's allowed to happen in this situation. How far he's allowed to go, what you think you'll enjoy and what you absolutely do not want, no matter how much your fogged up brain will ask for it. So he's empowered by a certain sense of confidence in his actions- and he's also more than excited to help you.

After all, you're his partner from now on. You're his princess- and he can't wait to mark you up as such, too.

He turns onto his side to watch you, as you slowly move around to roll on the bed and get your scent everywhere- dark spot on your underwear giving him an idea of the predicament you're in, inside of your legs already glistening with your slick, probably having started during your nap earlier. He can also see the underside of the base of your tail wet from having been pulled between your thighs in a pitiful attempt to somehow provide any sort of relief- which didn't work. And even your hand, which travels shamelessly underneath the fabric of your underwear, doesn't seem to help you at all.

The moment your eyes lock, he waits. He knows what you want, but he refuses to act on anything that's not your clear words. You're in heat, after all- not mute.

"Jungkook..!" You whine, rolling around once more before you kick after his legs- though he catches your ankle, holds it with a stern but playful look. You whine again, no words coming from you, as you try and pull your leg away.

"Words." He simply states, letting go of you before he moves one arm to rest behind his head, lazily watching you. "I can't read your mind." He shrugs.

"You can!" You hiss, sitting up. "You know!" You argue, and he's got the audacity to laugh at you. "Do something!"

"How about you beg a little and I think about it?" He teases, and he can see in seconds how your cheeks turn red.

"You're evil!" You hiss.

"And you're being a brat right now." He shrugs, looking at you, now sat up to glare at him. "Just a pretty little 'please' and I'll do whatever you'd like me to." He almost sings, very much aware that he's riling you up right now. He's studied you enough to know how far he can go. He'd never intentionally make you feel bad- especially not in a situation like this. But he also wants to have a little fun with you- you're just too easy to tease.

And so fun, too.

"Please~ do something then!" You huff, flopping onto your back, making him laugh- before he moves his arms, opening them, inviting you silently. He's not even gonna move for you- you have to come to him instead.

And so you do just that-

Giving yourself to him in a final display of trust.

And he's gonna make sure you'll know it's not being misplaced with him.

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writerpetals · 5 months

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the pleasure of something new | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

w; ass play/anal.

“Hey… can we... try something new sometime?”

Though the alcohol has your nerves buzzing and your heart racing, after spending weeks thinking over the question it gives you the courage to ask him for something you have been wanting to try in the bedroom for a while. Your words are a bit slurred, and part of it is due to the sleepiness as you curl up next to him in bed after a night out with friends, both of you tipsy, tired, holding one another as you rest against his bare chest and he releases an intoxicated chuckle before answering.

“Anything,” is all he says, then he yawns and his eyes flutter, knowing he’s close to snoring by now.

“You know what,” you begin to mumble, finding your own eyelids heavy and the way his arm wraps around your back to hold you tight doesn’t help in the slightest in keeping you awake. “Never mind.” The courage fades as your heartbeat begins to settle, allowing the opportunity to finally bring up something you have been wanting to try to pass by.

He mumbles something you miss due to fading in and out of dreamland, and soon you’re both drifting off into a heavy sleep. Morning comes and he awakens before you, showering and getting dressed, leaving a note on the fridge for you to find after you begin to stir and realize he’s gone, and then heading out to work. The cold sheets next to you don’t allow you much more sleep thanks to missing him, and your head is throbbing a bit from the alcohol the night before as you make your way to the designated note area, finding a simple ‘I love you’ scribbled in messy handwriting, and that he will see you this afternoon.

And you try to not cringe when you think about the night before and almost spilling a deep, dark fantasy of yours to him. You’re positive he wouldn’t mind, and in fact, you’re sure he would jump at the chance to agree to the act. After all, there isn’t much the two of you keep from one another, finding total comfort in each other as well as the pleasure of pleasuring him, and him doing the same to you. If anything, you’re sure it would add some new excitement after years of being together, and with you spending a few nights searching up videos on your own and getting off to them when he is far away on a trip, or busy with work, it has left you with a dire ache in the pit of your stomach.

If only you could get over the embarrassment of just blurting it out. You assumed the night before would be the perfect opportunity, but his sleepy response and your nerves got the better of you, causing you to cower away at another chance of confessing to him what you want.

Luckily for you (or maybe it’s rather unlucky since you wish to drop the subject), your phone beeps with a new text messages only a few hours after he has left, and of course as you read the message on the screen, your stomach begins to twist and turn.

what did you want to ask last night?

The text is accompanied by a devil emoji, and you would have chuckled at that if it weren’t for the realization that he didn’t somehow forget you bringing up the topic. You should have known he is more attentive than that, and normally you would be thankful for him paying so much mind to you. However, when you can already feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your spine, it’s hard to be honest with yourself, as well as him.

What do you mean?

If you’re any luckier, he will believe you as you downplay the question, but it's him, and if there’s a chance he could do something to make you happier when he knows there’s something on your mind, he’s not going to give it a rest.

….

you know what I mean.

You aren’t sure why his messages seem so stern even through text, but it has you typing away a final message to tell him you will inform him later. He leaves it at that, and you can breathe for a few hours until he arrives home. Your chest feels a bit heavier from wanting to avoid him, and in turn avoid the conversation, yet your heart races a bit at the thought of him not only agreeing to your request, but performing the act on you as well.

When the front door opens, he finds you settled in the living room, taking a deep breath and twiddling your thumbs as you sit on the couch, hair damp and nothing but your robe on to make it clear you just showered. He chuckles at the sight, and you know you couldn’t look any more obvious as he enters the home you share, tossing his coat to the side while slipping off his shoes, then loosening his tie and making his way toward you.

“You look guilty,” he tells you with more laughter falling from his lips, and you wish the nerves weren’t getting the best of you in the moment.

It’s him, you remind yourself, knowing you can tell him anything. Maybe because your desires were once something you were turned off by with other lovers and recently you have been discovering new ways to find them to be a turn on when he is involved. Mix that with the thrill of trying something new, the shame from those that aren’t into it, and the realization that you have to ask for it to get what you want and it has left you with a racing heart and butterflies in your stomach.

“Is it that obvious?” you ask him with a nervous giggle as he takes his spot next to you, not hesitating to wrap an arm around your body and pull you close for a kiss against your temple.

“Are you guilty of something?” he asks, teasing you.

“No,” you tell him, shaking your head with a hesitant grin, “no, not guilty, just…”

“Just wanting to ask me something, but suddenly you’re too shy?”

You bite your lip because he hit the nail on the head, eyes falling to your lap only until he presses a finger beneath your chin to have you meeting his gaze.

“You know you can ask me anything.”

The heat rushes to your face, realizing how ridiculous you’re being because it’s him and you can tell him anything. You’re aware and you repeat it over and over like a broken record, but it doesn’t calm the nerves any.

“I feel silly…”

“Baby,” he calls you tenderly, cupping your cheek as his thumb brushes over your skin to relax the tense body sitting before him. “There's no reason for you to feel that way.”

“I know,” you sigh and close your eyes to enjoy his lingering touches mixed with the softness of his voice.

“How can I give you what you want if you don’t tell me?” Your eyes open at the question, studying the seriousness in his expression and the sincerity in the words, all before his voice deepens and there’s a flicker of pure desire in his eyes. “It’s important for you to tell me what you need so I can make you feel good.”

The subtle smirk on his lips sends your heart racing for different reasons, as well as a rush of heat between your thighs. “What if… what if I show you, instead?” He licks his lips at the suggestion, smirk deepening a second before he shakes his head. You stand from his embrace to make your way to the bedroom, grabbing the laptop from where you left it on the bed and returning to him within a minute. He waits patiently while watching your every move, from you sitting next to him to placing the computer on your lap, turning it on, clicking a few times to find the video you want to show him, and your heart is pounding in your chest as heat has taken over every inch of your face.

You say nothing while skipping ahead a few minutes on the video to see the couple on screen, the man’s hand wrapped around the woman’s body as he thrusts into her from behind. Quickly, you turn away, knowing he is watching with his undivided attention, knowing he’s witnessing not just the man thrusting into her, but fucking her ass, reaching around to slip a hand between her thighs to caress her clit, and you hear the moans and the messy sounds of skin against skin coming from the speakers until the red hot embarrassment has you closing the laptop shut before pushing it toward the coffee table in front of you.

He remains silent for a few moments, taking in the video and finally understanding why you have been so shy over the topic. Though it’s hard for him to ignore the bulge beginning to form in his pants, not just from the video but from the thought of you wanting, needing, him to do such things to you, and within seconds he’s gripping himself through his slacks and exhaling a deep breath.

“Is that all, baby?” A chill races down your spine from the deep raspiness of his tone, gathering up the courage to turn your head to spot him with his eyes half-lidded while he licks his lips. Your gaze lowers to see the outline of his cock through his pants with a tight grip from a veined hand, causing an ache to form between your thighs at the sight. “You should have told me that’s all you wanted…”

There’s temptation in his voice, urging the confidence out of you, and though you stumble over your words, the courage to become more open like you normally are with him rises. “Do you.. do you want to? Do that, I mean.”

“What?” he asks with a smirk, moving closer for his hand to cup your face and his thumb to graze over your bottom lip. “Fuck you in the ass and make you come?”

Your heart skips a beat at the blunt words, but you’re aware what the idea has ignited in him. “Mhm,” is all you can manage to hum before your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“Baby,” he exhales, and pauses a moment to lean closer, pressing his lips against your own before pulling away with only an inch between the two of you, “nothing would make me happier than pleasuring you in whatever way you desire.”

He meets your lips once again, lingering for a moment to savor the taste of your skin. You can’t help but to whimper into the kiss, feeling your nipples growing hard beneath your robe, finding your thighs and everything in between aching for his touch. His hands grip your hips to pull your body closer before he finds his way to your breasts, cupping them in his palms, squeezing gently, drawing out another moan until you pull away in a gasp.

He lowers his attention to your neck, kissing tenderly while his thumbs trace circles around your nipples to urge your breaths to deepen, quicken, and get lost in the moment to where you’re no longer worried over being silly or feeling shy about what you need, hands getting lost in his hair while tossing your head back to allow him closer. He makes it obvious he wants to give it to you, already painfully hard at just the thought and it only grows worse the longer his touches and lips linger over your body.

You whimper his name to earn his attention, noticing the flicker of lust igniting in his eyes as the need to have you takes over, “I… I want to try.” With that you gulp and watch him smirk, then he nods his head and rises to his feet.

“Lay down, baby,” he instructs, “I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says with a racing heart, feeling your insides buzzing from the anticipation of trying something new, and the thrill of getting to do it with someone you trust wholeheartedly. The worry is overtaken by the need to be close to him as he fulfills your fantasy, and the moment he steps back into the living room your body is aching to feel him inside of you.

He returns with his tie gone from around his neck and the first few buttons of his shirt undone. One hand is rolling up the sleeve of the other arm, while the opposite hand holds a small, clear bottle and a fresh hand towel that you assume is for clean up. He’s already one step ahead and prepared to take care of you, you think to yourself, grinning nervously beneath a bitten lip as you watch him set the towel and bottle aside before unbuttoning his shirt to slip from his shoulders.

Pressing your thighs together to try to rid yourself of the ache, you lay there waiting, never pulling your eyes from him as he takes his time tugging on his belt and then the buttons to his pants, allowing the zipper to fall and expose gray briefs beneath, as well as the base of his erect cock, thick and needy, dying to have you. A surge of warmth courses through your body from impatience, wishing for him to hurry but still a bit nervous over finally getting something you had spent so long only fantasizing about.

“Just relax, baby,” he whispers as he takes his spot between your thighs, urging them open with gentle palms before pressing his body against your own. His lips meet yours in sweet, soft kisses to ease the tension, knowing you’re worked up, nervous, and a bit overwhelmed in the moment. His hands coax the nerves from your body by caressing your sides, until he reaches to tug on the knot holding your robe together. The silk falls open to expose your naked body beneath, and a second later he rises to his knees to take in the sight of you. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? Don’t be nervous.”

You nod in response while he traces circles on the outsides of your thighs with his fingertips. He takes a moment to admire the view of you bare beneath him, legs parted, chest rising and falling, the curve of your breasts and your erect nipples, all of it waiting just for him to offer the pleasure you have been needing. With a smirk, he lowers his head for his lips to find your breasts, placing sweet kisses around your nipple before his tongue darts out to flick over the hardened bud. A gasp is earned, and then a giggle, finding his playful teasing just what you always need to rid the moment of the tension. The nerves leave your body with every kiss or swipe of his tongue, every caress of a gentle palm and delicate word whispered from a careful tongue. He tells you to relax, he will take care of you, he’s going to make you feel good, and by the time he reaches your mound to kiss and tease, he’s telling you how beautiful you are and how much he can’t wait to taste you.

He leaves you breathless with a heart pounding away inside your chest and a fire from pure desire igniting inside of you. He kisses down your swollen, aching lips and then slips his tongue up your slit to find your clit. Your back arches as you moan his name, legs falling open to tell him you need more, forgetting every ounce of worry that once consumed you.

“You taste so good, baby,” he groans between your thighs and you dare to look down to meet his darkened gaze staring up at you as he performs circles on your clit with his tongue. Each lap around the swollen bud has your hips rolling against his mouth and every ounce of tension dissolved from your body. He tastes you and draws you close to an edge that won’t satisfy you just yet, but he only wishes to warm you up, relax you, get you comfortable so he can fulfill your desires and please you, just like you asked.

You cry out his name as you reach for him, fingers entangling in the strands of his hair as his tongue dips inside of your entrance to gather up the juices that begin to spill. His hands keep a tight grip on your thighs, making sure your legs remain parted and you receive every last bit of the bliss he offers, switching between tracing circles around your clit to teasing your entrance, and back again, all until he dares to dip lower just as he pushes against the back of your thighs with two steady palms.

His tongue brushes against your ass to cause you to gasp and tense, immediately dropping your hands from his hair to find a tight grip against the couch beneath you. You mutter his name, full of surprise from the action, and at first you assume it was only a mistake, until he swipes over your tightened entrance once again, this time circling with his tongue to have your thighs shaking beneath his hands.

“How does that feel, baby?” he asks a second before nipping at your cheek, causing your legs to twitch beneath him from an unfamiliar feeling.

“I-” You take a deep breath while feeling him place kisses on each side of your ass, awaiting your answer. “-like it. I-It feels good… don’t stop.”

It’s all the convincing he needs, lowering his mouth to your ass once again to tease your rim with his tongue. The tension begins to leave your body as the feeling of uncertainty is replaced with bliss, finding pleasure in whatever he does to your body with his mouth. Though there’s a stronger aching between your thighs now, dying for attention on your throbbing clit, dying to feel him inside of you as he circles your ass and applies a bit of pressure with his tongue to have you trembling. He licks and teases and kisses and nips, and your juices begin to drip from your aching cunt down to his tongue, coating your ass and his flesh with arousal.

You gulp before attempting to steady the words as you speak, “I-I need more… I…” The words fall short the moment he pulls away, wiping his mouth with his hand before grinning down at the wet mess he’s created between your thighs.

He says nothing as the sound of your breaths fill the space between the two of you, and you watch him push his pants and briefs down his thighs to uncover his painfully hard cock. He grips himself with a tight fist before he begins stroking with one hand, and the other reaches to begin teasing your clit with his thumb. Your body tenses at the sudden pleasure before you begin melting into his touch, hips beginning to rock against his hand, whimpers of pleas spilling from your lips because you need to have him. He receives the hint a second before he aligns his cock with your entrance, allowing your juices to coat the head before he eases his length inside of your dripping cunt.

In an instant your back is arching from the couch and your arms are wrapping around his body. Nails dig into his skin as he fills you up, whimpers of his name filling the living room the second he begins thrusting himself in and out of you. Your thighs tighten against his body and he rolls his hips effortlessly to fill the both of you with bliss while the sounds of your arousal mix with the moans and groans the two of you begin to release.

“God,” you cry out, head rolling back while your hips move in rhythm with his thrusts, “that feels so… so good.” Your breaths grow heavier the more you moan for him, leaving marks against his skin as his pace quickens and his words release from his lips in an unsteady tone once he begins to tease you.

“You like my cock in your pussy, baby?” he asks, and then he begins to hiss through his teeth and groan the following words, becoming lost in the pleasure. “You want me to fuck your ass now, don’t you?”

The strained words dripping in temptation leave your mind racing, the sudden heat of pleasure now mixing with embarrassment that leaves you unable to answer the question. A rush of warmth floods your body, inside your mind already begging him for more, but too ashamed to speak the words yourself.

It’s not until he thrusts into you once again with more force to leave you gasping for air do you realize not answering him isn’t good enough, and his motions stall with his cock buried deep inside of you. With your thighs quivering, you begin rolling your hips against him to cause friction, to ease the ache, and to continue the pleasure he was once offering, but he grips your waist with a careful grip to keep your body still while he catches his own breath that was lost in the moment. He focuses on anything but the feeling of you tightening your walls around his cock, drawing out the moment until you give him an answer.

“Tell me, baby,” he begins, tone shaky, panting between words and pausing long enough to keep his control, “what do you want?”

You exhale his name, eyes closing as you move your body to grind your dripping cunt against his cock to receive the bliss that had once taken over.

“Do you want my cock in your ass? Do you want me to fuck you and make you come, baby? Tell me.”

Each question sends a shiver through your body before a surge of heat follows quickly behind. The words drive you wild and his desire to pleasure you pushes away the embarrassment and the shame, until you can’t help but to tell him what you need with a shaking, unsteady voice. “Yes,” you whisper, eyes still closed, heart racing, “I want you to… to fuck my ass. Please, make me… make me come.”

“That’s my good girl,” he coos while beginning to drag himself out of you and thrust back into you in the slowest of motions to draw out the moment. You whimper and shake beneath him, on edge and needing more, and it’s almost as if he caused you to reach this point so you would no longer be concerned with asking for what you need, and instead crave the pleasures he wishes to give you in unfamiliar ways.

He finally pulls himself out of you, allowing your legs to fall when he leans back to reach for the bottle he left on the coffee table. As he pops the top and begins to coat his fingers in the clear lubricant, your stomach twists and turns and flutters with a million nerves, except now it’s from the desire to get off from something new. You watch him take his time, the lubricant dripping down his two fingers before he sets the bottle aside and lathers every inch of the digits in careful preparation.

“Stay relaxed, baby,” he warns, soft, gentle tone returning as one hand sinks between your thighs and the other rests carefully just below your belly button. As he presses the tips of his fingers to your ass, your body tightens until the thumb of the other hand finds your clit. He teases and toys with the swollen, aching bud to ease the tension from within you while coating your rim with his two fingers. Warmth floods your body all over again, bolts of electric pleasure from him caressing your clit coursing through you to mix with the way he circles your ass has left your heart racing and your head spinning.

Once he feels you’re relaxed enough, he dares to go further by beginning to insert a single finger inside of you, pushing past your tightened entrance in the slowest of motions. A gasp falls from your lips and your eyes shut tight, concentrating on the feeling of him slipping into your ass while circling your clit with his thumb at the same time. The feeling of something so unfamiliar mixed with the pleasure he offers earns a quiet whimper of his name, and he allows you to adjust to the sensation for a moment before he slowly pumps the digits in and out of you with care.

You can’t help but to moan as he does so, finding the bliss doubling, your thighs parting, and him taking care of you just like he promised. Your hips begin to move with his motions, falling into the pleasure before your mind has time to remind you of embarrassment, or shyness, or anything else that may stop you from fulfilling your fantasy. He continues to pleasure you, pumping the single digit in and out of your ass while caressing your clit with his thumb, loving the way your legs twitch and your hips roll, enjoying the noises you make that tell him how incredible he’s making you feel.

After he’s sure you’re adjusted, he inserts another finger, and this time your gasp is much louder before you grow silent. The stretch is a bit more awkward, and takes a bit more time to get used to, but he takes care of you, allowing you enough time to adjust and feel comfortable, and soon, as he pumps two digits in and out of you, you’re whimpering his name and rocking your hips with his motions.

“How does that feel, baby?” he asks just to make sure. He always loves to communicate with you, you’re well aware, and in the moment you’re thankful he isn’t only careful, but persistent in making sure you’re comfortable. Even if he gets a bit dominant, and his words tease and taunt you when they’re spoken on a strained, desperate tongue, he’s always gentle and mindful of your pleasure and comfort. “Talk to me,” he echoes the importance of communication, and a subtle, playful grin crosses your lips before you’re moaning his name once again.

“It feels… so damn good.” You bite your lip as you try to steady your breathing with a heavy exhale through your nose, gripping the leather cushion beneath you as your eyes flutter. “Fuck, it feels so good… I-I might come.”

You’re positive if he were to keep it up, you would be growing close to the edge of your release in no time. After all, he knows just how to touch, how to please, and how to work your body up and make you come undone after so long of being together, just as you know how to do the same to him.

“You can’t come yet, baby,” he warns, and even if he knows exactly what to do to get you to the edge of pure bliss, you both know your desires aren’t completely fulfilled, “I haven’t fucked you, yet.” The way his voice deepens with the words only draws you closer to the end of your release, finding a raspier, dominating tone doing nothing but tempting you with added pleasure.

You cry out, wanting desperately to come, but also wanting to finally have him inside of you like you have been needing all along, “please… fuck me.” You’re nearly ashamed of your own voice sounding so desperate, so weak and in need as each syllable trembles off the tip of your tongue, but in the moment it’s hard to care when he has you so worked up, body aching to come.

The smirk on his lips tells you he understands your need, but he spends a few more moments pumping his fingers inside of you, stretching you out to a comfortable position, prepping you for his cock so you will feel nothing but pleasure.

He finally pulls away to reach for the bottle once again, this time allowing a generous amount to spill over his cock before he’s tossing the lubricant aside and beginning to stroke himself. He preps his cock for you, making sure he’s lubricated enough to slip inside of you effortlessly, and when he’s sure he’s ready, he begins to align the head to your ass. You take a deep breath as his hand returns to rest against your mound, thumb finding your clit just as he begins to push himself past your rim.

You cry out, eyes screwing shut, not prepared in the least bit for the pressure you begin to experience. He pauses in an instant, though he continues to rub circles into your clit while feeling your thighs trembling around him. “O-Okay,” you stutter, not bothering to open your eyes from the embarrassment rising in the moment due to the surprise of the sensation when he began to ease into you.

He begins once again, taking his time, remaining careful and cautious as you shake beneath him, but you don’t stop him a second time. He pushes inside of your ass, little by little while easing the tension with pleasure to your clit. You take deep breaths while adjusting to him, thankful he’s so attentive to the way your body responds, the noises you make, and most of all when you give him the signal to keep going.

He pauses the moment his cock is buried completely in your ass, allowing you to adjust to the new sensation. Your mind buzzes and the room spins around you with your body so full of him, but the pleasure he offers soon takes over, and the feeling doesn’t feel quite as overwhelming, but an added bliss to the circles he caresses over your clit. It only takes a few more moments for you to gather the courage to move your hips, to tell him you want more, and when he pulls out to ease into your ass once again, the heat surges to every limb as pure ecstasy takes hold.

You moan his name and reach to wrap shaking fingers around his wrist, nails leaving marks against his skin as he thrusts into you once again.

“Does it feel good?” he asks with the words straining against his tongue, too wrapped up in the moment. “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“Good,” you cry out without hesitation, succumbing to the pleasure as the tension builds between your thighs. “It feels… so fucking good, don’t… don’t stop.” Your voice wavers more with every shaky syllable as you tell him what he needs to hear. The words convince him you’re ready for more as he thrusts a bit harder, and bit deeper, fucking your ass just like the video you showed him while continuing to draw you closer to your peak with circles against your clit. You whimper and moan and call out his name, begging him not to stop, begging for more while getting lost in the bliss and drowning out all of your worries in the moment. He gives you what you ask him for, pumping himself inside of you quicker, harder, sending surges of pure bliss and heat to every inch of your body as you tighten your walls around his cock and begin dripping arousal down to your ass, making a wet, sloppy mess while the noises mix with your cries of bliss.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing so tight, baby,” he groans as his hips slow, but he applies more pressure to your clit. “You feel so fucking good.”

From the words you’re aware he won’t last much longer and wants to put your pleasure first, so you begin rocking your hips against his cock to receive more of him, feeling the pressure build, then tension tighten, and the heat of pure ecstasy swell until everything snaps. The pleasure surges to every limb as your back arches, your head rolls back, and you grip his wrist tighter while coming undone. Your hips buck against him and he never pulls away from pleasuring your clit, feeling your walls contract around him as your juices spill to coat his flesh and your own, and the moans fall from your lips over and over until your body grows limp.

You pant and huff and puff to catch your breath, continuing to shake as he begins easing himself in and out of you once again. You gasp from the sensitivity, but his slow, careful motions coax you down from the high and ease your body all the more as he begins fucking your ass to get himself off. He bites his lip and furrows his brow before gripping your hips to hold you steady, burying himself deep within your walls to have you whimpering his name and urging him to come.

He thrusts a few more times, jaw falling slack and sweat beading at his temple, and you stare up at him to admire the sight of his features twisted in pure pleasure as he fills your ass over and over with his cock. His grip on your hips tightens just as he quickens his pace just a bit more, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass mixing with his own groans and your whimpering encouragements, telling him how good it feels, telling him you want him to come, drawing him closer to his own end until the pleasure builds and snaps.

He grunts and pulls out of your ass, quickly gripping his cock and pumping his length so his cum begins to spill onto your drenched slit. The thick, white ropes paint your skin, mixing with your own arousal as he releases between your thighs. His body tightens, muscles tensing, chest heaving, and after the last drop hits your skin, he exhales the deepest breath before he pulls away to allow his body to melt into the couch.

You both take a moment to catch your breaths, coming down from the new experience and allowing the moment to register in your minds. The shyness begins to take hold once again, suddenly finding yourself grinning and a bit giggly as he reaches for the towel he prepared and begins cleaning you, taking care of you. He can’t help but to grin as well between places a few soft kisses against your lips, but neither of you say much as you try to gather yourselves. He finishes wiping between your thighs as a few more giggles slip from your lips, and then he focuses on himself while you wrap yourself up in your robe once again.

The moment he’s finished cleaning up until he can take a hot shower (in which you will join him for, though you already had one), you lean in to press your lips against his cheek, and in a way you silently thank him for being so open to trying new things, and patient enough to make you feel completely comfortable with him.

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kyunzin · 4 months

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𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

pairing; husband!aizawa x gn!Reader

cw; nsfw, teasing, grinding, groping, riding, kissing, cockwarming?, use of love and baby (to both)

a/n; this was supposed to be sleepy sex with aizawa but i got a bit carried away, do tell me if you think I should add any more cw

husband!aizawa who came home late from his night shift finding the halfway dimly lit by a small antique light hanging from the ceiling.

husband!aizawa who walks with light steps knowing you’re asleep not wanting to wake you.

husband!aizawa who goes to the bathroom first stopping himself of his layers and slipping into the shower quickly to wash off.

husband!aizawa who steps out of the bath and dresses himself quickly and making his way to your shared room.

husband!aizawa who quietly opens the bedroom door to see you sprawled out on top of your king sized bed sheets pushed to the the side in only one of his shirts and underwear.

husband!aizawa who slowly pulls the sheets down to the end of the bed and lays himself down next you.

husband!aizawa who pulls you back against him gently not wanting to wake you and slips one arm under your waist reaching up to cup you chest throwing the other over to rest on your pelvis.

husband!aizawa who mumbles a sleepy “m’home love” into the back of your neck placing a soft kiss to your nape.

husband!aizawa who isn’t surprised when you mumble back a groggy “welcome back baby”.

husband!aizawa who lets out a low grunt when you push your ass against his crotch and let out a quiet “miss me?”.

husband!aizawa who nuzzles into your neck inhaling you sweet scent enjoying the feeling of you rubbing against him.

husband!aizawa who slurs out a “stop” because “you should sleep, I’ll fuck you when we wake up”.

husband!aizawa who is almost gives in when you let out a whine of “please, need you now, can’t wait”.

husband!aizawa who tells you it will take to long to prepare you as he already feels himself falling asleep.

husband!aizawa who feels his cock thickening out in his pants after you tell him that “I prepared myself before you came, I’m ready for you”.

husband!aizawa who knows he’s lost the game when he envisions you stretching yourself out for him knowing that you didn’t finish as you wouldn’t do so without his permission.

husband!aizawa who starts trailing kisses to to your neck and shoulder whispering out “you’ve been so good for me haven’t you baby, getting yourself ready all on your own ” and “I’m gonna give you what you want since you’ve prepared so nicely for me” in between them.

husband!aizawa who slides his hand that was resting on your pelvis down your underwear, slipping two fingers into your inviting hole.

husband!aizawa who elicits small moans from you as he teasingly fingers you avoiding the place he knows will make you scream.

husband!aizawa who plays with your chest while fingering you, flicking and pinching your nipples causing you to squirm trying to weasel your way out of his grip.

husband!aizawa who lets up when you plead for him to “stop teasing me and fuck me already” with a curt chuckle.

husband!aizawa who whispers “such a greedy hole you have” but pulls down his pjyama pants anyway, pulling out his now full mast cock from it’s confinement rubbing it against the curve of your ass.

husband!aizawa who moves your underwear to the side and teases your hole with his thick cockhead, slipping it in a little and pulling straight out letting.

husband!aizawa who feels as though he’s played with you enough and finally fills you out with a single slow thrust, the both of you cursing out in pleasure.

husband!aizawa who stays nestled inside you for a few seconds savouring the feel of you wet heat as he continues to grope your chest.

husband!aizawa who begins to languidly thrust into you enjoying the stretch of your hole around him.

husband!aizawa who tells you to “ride me then” when you whine that he’s being “to slow” and how he should “go faster”.

husband!aizawa who lays flat on his back while adjusting the pillow so that he can see you properly.

husband!aizawa who enjoys the sight of you stripping yourself of his shirt and your underwear, feeling your bare skin against his calloused hands.

husband!aizawa who rubs, squeezes and plays with your flesh in his hands until you swat them away telling him to “stop” because you’re “trying to focus” on slipping his cock back inside you.

husband!aizawa who lightly laughs as you struggle to sink down on him but lets you go at your own pace because it’s cute to see you struggle.

husband!aizawa who encourages you with praises of “c’mon baby, you can do it” and “your almost there just a little more” while he rubs up and down your thighs slowly.

husband!aizawa who was having fun watching you struggle but begins to lose his patience and asks if “you need help love?”.

husband!aizawa who when you let out a defeated whine of “yes please” tells you that “you did so well” and that he’s “proud of you for doing your best love”.

husband!aizawa who holds you still above him firmly by your hips asking you if “you ready”.

husband!aizawa who doesn’t wait for your answer and slams you down on him, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing throughout the room as well as your muffled moan that was covered by your hand.

husband!aizawa who frowns at your actions asking you to “move your hand please , let me hear you baby” which you immediately do.

husband!aizawa who asks if “you not going to move baby?” when you lean forward to rest your hands on his chest clearly trying to catch your breath small whimpers leaving your mouth.

husband!aizawa who swears your walls grip him tighter as you rise up slowly.

husband!aizawa who watches you throw your head back as you quickly sink down on him.

husband!aizawa who lets you go at your own pace for a while but notices when your energy begins to grow impatient.

husband!aizawa who grows frustrated with the slow movements of you hips against him and takes matters into his own hands thrusting sharply into you with a grunt of “you wanted fast right? I’ll give it to you baby”.

husband!aizawa who laughs when you moan our that he’s “too deep” and that you “feel so full” because he knows and feels it too by the way you squeeze around him.

husband!aizawa who sets a punishing pace skin slapping against yours rhythmically while you struggle to stay up right only to ending up leaning over him with one hand on the headboard and one by the side of his head.

husband!aizawa who continues his onslaught even when you ask him to “slow down” because “you asked for this baby, remember?”

husband!aizawa who changes his angle slightly so that he’s hitting you in the best spot which immediately causes you to scream out in ecstasy.

husband!aizawa who knows that you’re close to release even before your chants of “m’so close” and “don’t stop” because of the way your walls clench around him.

husband!aizawa who fucks into you with a little more vigour feeling himself getting close as well.

husband!aizawa who asks if “ you want to come together baby” through laborious breaths.

husband!aizawa who pulls you down for a loving kiss pace never letting up after you let out a “yes please baby” in between broken moans.

husband!aizawa who tells you to “come now baby” when he feels he’s ready the steady pulse if your walls convulsing around him setting him off the both of you moaning out in pleasure.

husband!aizawa who lets you slump against him your hot bodies pressing against each other both of you panting coming down from your highs.

husband!aizawa who kisses you again when you press your foreheads together wrapping his arms around your middle and lower back.

husband!aizawa who pulls the cover over the both of you, keeping his cock and come secure in you after you both collectively agree that you have no energy to go clean up.

husband!aizawa who kisses your forehead whispering “sweet dreams my love” when you bury your head in the croock of his neck.

husband!aizawa who falls asleep in the security of your bodies deeply connected.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

#✰𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒✰#aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #aizawa sensei #aizawa x you #aizawa smut #bnha smut #bnha #mha aizawa #aizawa x gn!reader #gn reader #my hero academia #my hero smut #my hero acedamia

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bloatedandalone04 · 5 months

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Bets & Bargains - Prologue

Series Masterlist

➪in which bradley makes, what he didn’t realize, was the biggest mistake of his life, and tries to talk his way out of it.

Warnings: frat-boy bradley, college au, swearing, alcohol consumption, use of weed, drugs, hints about bradley having anger issues, bets hehe

WC; 866 | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | THANKS FOR 3.8K FOLLOWERS

“I want out,” Bradley announced as he all but slammed five one hundred dollar bills down onto the table. “I don’t have the rest right now, but I’ll get it soon. I’m out.”

Eli looked down at the money then up at Bradley, and the two held eye contact for a few seconds before he laughed. “You can’t back out now, dude,” he said and placed his palm flat against the bills and pushed them back towards Bradley. “She’s already pretty much in love with you, man. It’ll be a waste to give up now.”

Westley nodded and sipped on his beer, the neck of the bottle hanging loosely between his fingers. Bradley held back a scoff at the fact that it wasn’t even noon yet and these two were already drunk off their asses.

These were the guys he considered his friends? God, he felt as pathetic as they looked.

“Give it a few more weeks,” the blond offered in a slurred voice. “We’re betting good money on the two of you, and it’d be a damn shame for our savings to go to waste like that.”

Bradley looked between the two drunks with a cold gaze, his head shaking as he stepped away from the table. “Tough,” he muttered. “I don’t care. I’ll pay you half now and half when I get it. I mean it, I’m done with this.”

Eli laughed, a dark, humorless sound as he stood up and collected the money in his hands. “You’re not done, Bradshaw,” he grunted. “You agreed to this, so you’ll just have to get a fucking grip and see it through. We’ll keep quiet about it, but you’re going all the way.”

He thought about how much this could hurt you in the end, and he didn’t want to be the cause of so much of your pain. He wanted to prevent it, end it now before it came back to haunt both of you.

He was better than this, he knew he was. It was just a dumb, drunk idea he came up with when he was feeling the most vulnerable he had in his entire life.

It was almost comical how fast you became a part of his life, but there was nothing funny about this moment at all.

Bradley shook his head again when Eli held the money out to him. “Guys, she’s nice, okay? She doesn’t deserve-”

“I don’t give a fuck, alright?” Eli muttered angrily. “You can either finish what you started, or I’ll go out and tell her myself.” He grabbed Bradley’s wrist and roughly shoved the money back into his hand.

Bradley glared at the money then up at Eli, his heartbeat loud in his ears. “You’re fucked up,” he mumbled as he looked down at Westley before back up at his other so called ‘friend’. “You know that?”

Eli shrugged with a fake grin. “You came up with this idea,” he pointed out as he walked back over to his chair. “You’re just as, if not more, fucked up as the rest of us.”

Wes laughed as he took the freshly rolled joint from Eli. “You’ve come this far, Brad,” and there was that stupid fucking nickname he loathed. “What’s a bit longer? No one’s heart has been broken yet, you’ve still got time.”

That wasn’t true. Not really. If Bradley continued to act like his initial intentions with you were pure, he was sure he would end up breaking his own heart, as well as yours.

Bradley narrowed his eyes at him then at Eli. “Fuck both of you,” he mumbled and turned around.

“Yeah, you’re no saint, Bradshaw,” Eli called after him in a mocking tone. “Don’t act all high and mighty just because you feel bad about hurting a girl you hardly know. I don’t know why the fuck you care so much.”

That wasn’t true, either. Despite trying not to, Bradley actually let himself get to know you. He knew what made you happy, what pissed you off, how you take your coffee on the rare occasion you actually drank it, what your favorite movie was and a hell of a lot more than he intended to.

After being around you in an attempt to make Bri jealous, he had found out that you and he had a lot in common, despite all the signs the universe threw at you that said you should’ve been polar opposites.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled, turning back around to face Eli. “You don’t know anything, so stop talking about her.”

“Or what?” Eli challenged. “What? You’re going to mess my face up again? We both know who holds the cards here. I said she’ll stay oblivious, but I’ll gladly change my mind. So go ahead, threaten me again.”

Bradley would, in a heartbeat, but Eli is right. He held complete power over him right now, and would continue to until you find out about this stupid fucking bet. God, he hoped that day never comes.

So, instead of adding fuel to the fire, he just shook his head and left the rundown house and walked across campus to your much nicer and more inviting dorm.

Continuation, anyone? Might make this into a series?!

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradsaw x reader #rooster top gun #rooster fanfic #rooster x reader #top gun rooster #top gun maverick #top gun au #bets and bargains au #bets and bargains

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samalong1 · 5 months

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Yandere Orc Gurren headcanons pt 1

Breeding mentions

Kidnapping

And murder

Mentions of nsfw

You lived in a small village so far away from the capitol that the king's laws and protection rarely touched your town, afterall why bother if monsters raid your village, by the time knights arrive they'd be long gone.

Because of this your village was poor which in its own twisted way caused less raids, you average gremlin clan would rather hit one of the fancy villages instead of one where at most you can get a few sheep and maybe some grain.

But lately whenever gaurds or suppliers do arrive you hear gossip, gossip of a clan of orcs tearing through towns, killing any civilian so they can make the kingdom their own.

The whole village was on edge. Kids were no longer allowed to go outside past early noon, a curfew was issued fir the whole town, and some braze folks hid weopons, although it's almost impossible then to kill a orc even more so one in a clan, since if you managed to stab one another one would simply snap your neck. Guess it was just to show some sort of resistance

Luckily you were too busy making deliveries for your shoe maker dad.

You were lucky, oblivious to the extent rarely hearing the gossip.

When you got back from a unusually long trip you were confused upon seeing a crowd

As you ushered to the front to see what was happening.

A clan of orcs making demands, not just simple ones but enough of your crops and animals that the village would starve in the winter. But if the village refused they'd be slaughtered.

You stared at what you assumed was the leader

He was Big

Even bigger than the orcs next to him, with his giant muscles, his hands were bigger then your whole head!

You soon regretted staring when his gaze shifted to you

Gurren stared at the small plump woman

Her terrified wide eyes, her soft body, and her breeding hips made his breath hitch

So when the village refused his demands he coudnt help but grab you as he burnt your village to the ground

Your scream and sobs were music to his ears

"Bag anything useful" he said still holding you over his shoulder like a sack of meat

You were soon thrown over his horse as he mounted it. He made sure his horse ran like the wind so you coudnt escape without being launched off onto the tough forest ground.

He was going to enjoy you already imagining what you'd look like waiting inside his dwelling for him to come home from his hunts, God the thought of you welcoming him home while being swollen with his children, a baby orc in your arms he wanted them to have your eyes.

He was drooling and some of that drool fell on you to your disgust

Soon he arrived at the campsite

"Tonight we celebrate Borg start a fire and pour the drinks*

Orcs were loud

You were stuck on the leader's lap as they all shouted and drank beer

It was pretty obscene sometimes the leader who you overheard being called Gurren would swing his cup and spill beer over you

"Watcha naming the pretty thing" one laughed before drinking again

You were loosing your name, the last thing that attached you to your now ruined village

He seemed to be thinking even rubbing his chin "hmmmmm y/n yea yea y/n nice pretty name for a pretty small thing" he slurred seeming to get drunkened

God what was in that beer to make a orc that big get drunk

He stared at you soon chuckling "hehe God your gonna be the perfect little mate so pretty" he cooed gently petting your head

You blushed as he showered you with compliments soon nuzzling into you as his beard scratched your neck

God you felt like you had carpet burn on your neck

Soon you were carried bridal style to his tent

With him being drunk you had a hope of escaping

Thst was until you had a giant orc laying ontop of you head resting on your boobs like they were the best pillows

Was he purring?????

The giant orc leader was purring like a cat

@ofallthingsnasty

#yandere teratophilia #orc #yandere orc #yandere monster x reader #yandere #male yandere #orc x reader

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mystar-girl57 · 1 year

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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Dealer Ellie x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Your girlfriend needs to back off - wc 1.9k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : cheating, sad Ellie, reader panicking and lashing out, mentions of violence in the past, angst, vomit, panic attack

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : ngl the intro to this chapter sucks

“Baby wait I can explain!”

Ellie's pleads fell on deaf ears as she struggled to follow you down the hallway. It was like a scene in a movie when the wife walked in and caught her husband sleeping with her best friend. They skipped the screaming to bit and gone straight to the running away part. Ellie knew that if you got to the fire escape you'd be gone for good.

"Just listen to me." Ellie grabbed hold of your wrist and jerked you back around manhandling you in the midst of her desperation. You struggled to get away but Elle’s grip was tight on your wrist, red marks from her fingerprints forming. You knew your girlfriend’s anger, you had seen it second hand. When someone would look at you wrong or say a homophobic slur towards you (or anyone for that matter) Ellie’s unbridled rage would show and it was all you could do for you to pull her back so the cops wouldn’t come.

Now you stood here in this empty hallway, no drunken crowd around Ellie and her victim to be seen. Just you and her, and this time it looked like you were on the receiving end of her fist. Ellie raised her hand to cup your face but out of fear of the moment you didn’t understand her intentions. You stamped down on her foot causing Ellie to reel away from the pain.

Once she let go, you jogged down the hall and stopped at the fire escape, one foot already out the door. You took a moment to look back at the girl, your woman, your lover. Her emerald eyes were glossy with tears. She didn’t say anything, she couldn’t find the words. Ellie knew that this is what she deserved as she watched you slip through the door and it shut with a sickening click.

The auburn haired girl’s knees felt weak and to keep herself from falling she sat down in the middle of the hallway. Her bedroom door creaked open and she twisted around to see the blonde, Seline, standing there. She wore only the pink panties she had on last night and Ellie’s oversized NASA Tee. Your t-shirt you would joke. Anytime you would stay the night or even just come over for a smoke and do homework you would wear it. Ellie loved to see you in it.

“Is everything alright?” Seline cooed, her surgery sweet voice making Ellie want to hurl. What had she done.

The next few days went by in a blur for you. The moment you got back to your dorm the door slammed behind you and did your best to contain the screams and sobs that threatened to rip from your throat. But your attempts were futile because the moment that Jesse and Dina came over to you, Jesse rubbing your back and Dina cupping your face you broke.

Ellie had tried to reach out to you through any means possible. Through text or the few social medias that she had. She even came to the dorm herself but any time she knocked either Jesse answered shooing her away or if he was gone you’d just ignore it.

You hated this. You did. You didn’t like to live in isolation. When you made it to college one of the big things you said you’d work on was trying to keep yourself from slipping into self isolation. But with avoiding Ellie through just going to classes, some online, some in person and then going straight home you started to fall into that old routine again. Thankfully Jesse started to notice and he (with the help of Dina) tried to get you back out.

“I don’t see why we’re doing this.” You huffed trudging behind the tall man. After much begging and other dramatic antics Jesse had finally convinced you to come out and get some coffee with him. You didn’t even like coffee, that’s how you and Ellie started to bond. Over your hate for the popular bitter drink. “Well we agreed that if you won’t even show up to work with me you’d at least come out and get something to eat and drink with me. Besides, Dina wants to sleep and she said its too awkward between her and Ellie for her to sleep.

That wave of sadness rippled through you. That was another thing, Dina and Ellie. Those two were close like you and Jesse and with Ellie cheating things had become tense.

Jesse stepped in front of you, pushing the class door open for you. The little little bell chimed and you stepped inside. It was a little homey hole in the wall cafe called Jitters that you had seen only in passing but never took the time to walk in. You noticed a worker coming to the window beside you and tearing off a flyer. Before he crumpled it up you saw the words “HIRING - BARISTA NEEDED.” “I guess they found their barista.” You muttered trailing Jesse to the front.

There were two workers standing behind the bar, it looked like one was coaching the other. From where you stood you could tell the one being taught was a woman, her auburn hair tied back into a bun which was pushed through the hole of her cap. Her hair had little flyaways and you knew that she wasn’t the best with her hair.

The one coaching happened to turn around and noticed you and Jesse. His tag read “Allan :)” and he quickly turned back around to the employee in training. Allan whispered something to her and she tensed up but after a few words of encouragement she nodded and turned around a smile on her face.

But when she turned your face went pale and her smile dropped, the cup on her hands falling to the floor and shattering, the hot coffee burning both her and Allan. “Ellie!” Allan hissed hopping on one foot but she was too in shock to care, she just stood there open mouthed.

That feeling of panic and unease set in as you slowly started to back away from the counter and head for the door. Ellie called your name but it only made you wince and run faster. Once you got outside you doubled over throwing up. Your breaths were short and shallow, so many thoughts and scenarios rushed through your brain. Jesse ran out after you and looked left and right to see where you went. When he found you he instantly felt guilty and pulled your hair back until your vomiting had ceased.

“I am so sorry,” Jesse whispered as you coughed up the last of the acid reflux and wiped your mouth with your sleeve. It was gross but you could wash it later. “I had no idea she would be in there.” He sighed helping you stand. You raised your hand to stop his rambling so you could speak. “It’s okay Jess.” You promised looking up at him with weak eyes. “I had no idea she’d be there either. She hates coffee, that's the last place she’d want to work.” You shook your head. “Let’s just get out of here before I get sick again.” You mumbled feeling more trying to come

It was late when you looked up from your essay. The little analogue clock sitting on your night stand showed that it was about 2:29 a.m.. Jesse and Dina had gone out around 11:00 p.m. saying there was some frat party down the street and there was talk of the house having a huge pool that they were going to use to make a ball pit or whatever drunken idea they came up with. You were invited but you thought it would be best to stay back since you needed to catch up on homework. Or that's what you had said to Dina and Jesse. In truth, all your homework was turned in to your professors by 1:00 a.m. and there was still enough time for you to get ready to go, but you knew who would be there if you showed up.

Your phone vibrated beside you and you grabbed it with a sigh. As it turned on and unlocked once it recognized your face you tried to ignore the change in background. Your wallpaper was now an image of you and Jesse at the fine dining restaurant that you worked together, glad in your black pants and white shirts, your suit vests buttoned up and your red ties fixed to perfection. The poses that you were in was the two of you pretending to be in an epic battle armed with only spatulas. That was also the place you had met Ellie at. Joel had come for a visit and the two picked the restaurant that was further from their personalities. While the two were making snide comments on how rich tasting the place was you came over ready to take their orders. Ellie was so in shock by you that come time for you to take her drink order she was too busy gawking at you that she blurted out “you.”

You smiled slightly at the memory, remembering how embarrassed she had been but by the time she and Joel walked out your number was saved to her phone with a little red heart.

But getting back to the task at hand, why you had looked at your phone you swiped the screen down to find you had a new message from Jesse.

J: You comin? They actually made the pool into a fucking ball pit!

Y: maybe some other time Jess, I got so much homework

J: You and I both know that’s a lie. You’re just avoiding her.

J: if it makes you feel better, that blonde is here

Y: why would that make me feel better.

J: Ellie isn’t though.

You read the message over and over. Ellie wasn’t there? Famous weed dealer Ellie mother fucking Williams was not at the biggest party on the street? That was such a cash grab party! You sucked on your bottom lip and leaned back looking at the ceiling. Something was going on. You had the urge to go but if that broad was there you knew hell would ensue between the two of you.

Giving your back a good pop over the back of the chair you stood up and stretched your arms over your head, a whiny yawn sounding from your throat. You slipped out of your leggings and threw on one of Ellies old band tees. The once black now sun bleached fabric fell down over your shoulders, stopping just below the curve of your hips leaving your legs exposed. Thankfully Jesse was no perv so you felt comfortable enough to sleep in just your tee-shirt and black panties.

But as you pulled the comforter back a loud knock rapped against your front door. You stood there for a few moments and it sounded again. Coming out of your room and heading to the door a smirk graced your face.

You put your hand on the knob and twisted it. “You can’t keep giving all your keys to Dina Jess.” The door swung open and it wasn’t Jesse standing there. Hearing the door’s crack, your visitor turned around.

“Hey Pretty girl.” She greeted nervously.

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