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eupheme · 1 month
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— are you mine?
joel miller x f!reader
rated t - 4.4k
tags: over-protective and soft jackson!joel, partners-to-lovers, mutual jealousy, secrets, miscommunication and rumors, light angst, valentine’s day
a little valentine’s day gift for the lovely @sweetercalypso - I was so thrilled to get you for the Space Sister’s exchange! I really hope you like it! 💌💕
A change in your usual patrol schedule, a dash of over-protectiveness, and a gossipy partner leads to you desperately wish you could turn back time.
Because how can you face Joel, after this?
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"I don't like it."
His voice comes from next to your shoulder. Rough and low - your eyes drifting over heavy, muddied boots, then up. Trying not to linger where his strong arms cross over a broad chest, the pull of fabric against skin where the sleeves are rolled up to elbows.
"Don't like what?" You ask, as your plate and mug join the pile of others in the bin to be washed. Finishing up a quick breakfast in the mess hall before your patrol shift begins.
A second lingers, before Joel answers.
"Don't like the thought of you out there without me."
His answer makes your stomach flip, butterflies already sprouting at the unexpected encounter. You hadn't thought you'd see Joel until later - an unexpected change in last night’s schedule. Sending him out from evening until dawn, and leaving you with a new partner for this morning.
"You're the one that swapped shifts." You point out, finally glancing his way. Seeing the pull of his brows, the shift as he leans against one of the heavy wooden support beams, "Anyways, I won't be alone. They have me with William."
The mark between his brows deepens, "Don't know if I like that, either."
Your own eyebrows raise, "What's wrong with William?"
He doesn't answer - the dark pull of his gaze breaking, as his eyes drop.
"Heard rumor there might be someone in the woods," Joel changes the subject, "Dirt kicked over the ashes, footsteps leading off to the east. No sign of anyone, but that don’t mean they ain’t hangin' around.”
He's worried, you think. Your hand reaches out, hovering for just a moment before you're clapping his bicep, instead of his bare forearm.
"Just because there was someone there, doesn't mean they're bad." The touch lingers for a moment, before your hand is dropping - shoving into your jacket pocket, "Besides, it’s daylight now. We'll be fine. Always are."
His look is dark, at your words.
An optimism lingering in you that has long been leached from his system. An uneasiness that lingers in his blood and bones - a shift of his his as he reaches to draw something out of his back pocket. Pressing it into your hand, when you reach for it without thinking.
"Know how to use this?"
It's a knife - his knife -  the folded handle fitting his broad hand but feeling more like a dagger in yours.  
“Joel, please-” You all but huff, torn between annoyed and touched. Reaching out to hand it back, but he’s shifting sideways to dodge you. 
“Humor me, alright?” He’s grumbling - but he's not done - fishing something else from his jacket pocket. Holding it out for you to take as well - heavy and plastic in your other hand.
You flip it over, seeing the small antenna fit above the speaker, the buttons worn bare and smooth beneath. 
"Ellie's got the other. I'll get it from her this morning." He explains, "Two-way radio. You need anything or run into anyone, I'll know."
It would be stifling, if it were anyone else.
Insulting, perhaps. 
But knowing that Ellie does this for Joel soothes you, teeth biting into your lip to hold back your smile.
And you can’t deny that you did feel a little uneasy, heading out without your partner.
"Fine.” You tell him, with a sigh.
“But just this once."
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The ground crunches beneath your feet, a frost and thin snow freezing and blanketing the green pokes of grass overnight. 
You’re already ready for spring, even though the world has just creeped into February. Missing the crunch of leaves instead of ice. Yearning for the daffodils and crocuses to pop up, as the earth thaws.
But for now - you’re content to concede that it’s easier to do your job, at least. The only damaged grass around you, the only marks in the dirt, are your own. 
Quiet, idle conversation with William passing as you take the usual route - your rucksack a familiar weight against your shoulders. Padded with the faded and patched feather-down of your coat as you weave between trees.
Checking traps for food, finding nothing. Not unusual when the rest of the world seems to be sleeping.
The sun is nearly overhead when you reach the watchtower, the spindly legs that hold the narrow room high in the sky. The rungs leading up are wide, but you still hold your breath as you climb. Only exhaling at the top, when both your feet are firmly on the metal platform - cold air sharp in your lungs with your inhale.
It's pretty up here. A clouded blue sky above, a suggestion of snow. A wistful hope that it will hold off until tomorrow, as your patrol partner unlocks the door - checking the inside before you follow.
Your rucksack lands with a thud just inside the door, which closes behind you. The windows are cracked, spider-webbing from the corners, but still holding firm enough that it shields you from some of the chill outside.
Looking out above some of the trees, giving you a peek of Jackson when you stand in the southern corner. 
Here, you can take a minute to breathe. To talk, while keeping watch and warm.
It's been a few weeks since you've been out with William. You didn't run in the same circles - he had a regular rotation of patrol partners. You had Joel, and sometimes Ellie, and you never found a reason to stray.
That thought, the change, had kept you busy on the patrol. Your mind wandered as your feet moved on your own, through well-known paths. Eyes seeing but your thoughts elsewhere.
He had seemed worried, at the mess hall.
Or - on edge, at least. Distracted.
There had been a quick rap on your door, a mumbled excuse about them needing him last night. Letting you know you'd be with someone else for your shift in the morning. A glance over his shoulder, nodding towards the figure that was waiting for him, before he was off.
And although he had made the switch, he sure didn't seem happy about it this morning.
William was friends with Jesse, who was friends with Ellie and Dina - you couldn't think of a reason for the ever-present mark that had deepened between his eyebrows.
You wonder why - because surely, a set of trained and fed partners would be more than a match for anyone drifting through the woods on their own. Even you weren't so nervous, and you didn't have the years and grit of someone like Joel.
And it wasn't like William was unprepared. He'd been doing patrols just as long as you had, maybe even a little longer.
It's here that you're drawn away, your companion’s voice breaking through your thoughts. His foot tapping yours, where you both sit on the old, wooden floor.
“Been a while, huh?”
You nod in agreement, offering the slightest lift of a smile, “Yeah. Been couple months, at least.”
“More than that. Bet it’s been close to a year.”
“Oh.” You blink, thinking back.
Wondering if that’s why his gaze has been on you so often this morning - that he’s nearly forgotten what you look like, “Guess I hadn’t noticed.”
You hadn’t realized it’s been that long. And at the same time, only that long.
Joel had drifted for a while in Jackson - untethered, but never far from the nearest door, the nearest wall. Content to watch from the fringes, to stay unnoticed. To slip out, when he’s had enough.
It still took a few months until he was rotated into the patrol. Until you met him, fully. Needling conversation out of him in these morning walks, or when the stars stretched out in the inky night.
Fully expecting him to trade out, when he could. Others often did - preferring a variety of company.
He never did. And neither did you. 
Things worked with Joel. And more than trust had bloomed in those lone hours together, something that had planted in your first days of seeing him. Carefully tended, nourished by the slivers of traded secrets and shared looks and moments where you had thought that just maybe…. maybe… you weren’t alone. 
"Don't know how you can stand patrolling with him. He’s a scary dude." William mutters, the sound low as you hunker down below the rim of the metal railing.
You frown. Joel's not scary. Not really. Not to you.
A grouch, for sure. All bark and bite, but it's never once been directed at you. 
“Joel?” You ask, clarifying.
“Yeah, Miller.” He gives you a sideways look, “You know he's killed people, right? Like, not just infected. People, people.”
The stories and rumors aren't new to you, they cling to him like ghosts. The whispers when he came into town had never stopped - but with time, they had lessened.
He had intimidated you, at first. A low voice and an angry look that would send anyone scurrying, but in the two years since he's been here, it's all faded at the edges. Gone soft. 
Looking back, knowing now how he looks after Ellie, looks after you - you’re not sure how you ever saw him that way. 
And you think, you hope, that deep down - he does care. That a part of him might feel the same.
It’s there in the way he sought you out this morning. More than a dislike in the change of his schedule - that wouldn’t have loosened the knife he carried.
It was there in your patrols. In the way you felt safe, with him - in how it flowed from outside those wooden walls to inside the town, inside his home. 
"We all have." You reply, with a sharp finality.
You didn't really remember the days before. Your life had been filled with spoken memories, but they weren't yours. The days of lawfulness are akin to fairy tales - merely stories, in your mind.
Who were you to judge, when your own hands were stained?
The infected weren’t the only monsters in this world. You’re sure he had his reasons, as did you.
William makes a sound of agreement, before dropping the subject. Content to watch the sparkle of snow, caught in the wind where it drifts down from tall branches.
That silence is broken a little later, with another question.
"You goin' to the dance later?"
Your legs stretch, toes wiggling in the chill of the room. Even enclosed, the cold seeps in through the cracks and thin panes of splintered glass.
"Of course."
Everyone would be.
The dances in Jackson were few and far between. Even more rare in these cold months - people preferring to stay warm, keep out of the snow that gathers in the alleys, the chill that whips down the rows of buildings. 
The day before had been spent decorating the church hall. There was an ache in your arms where you had helped Wendy roll out the dough for cookies - watching as the younger folks cut hearts out of recycled paper in the mess hall, to be strung along the walls. 
Underneath the stars above and in the glow of the lights, it would be beautiful.
There's a steadying breath next to you.
A moment, before he's asking, "You goin' with anyone?"
The rest comes in a rush, "I mean, do you wanna go with me?"
He turns your way, as you slowly go still. Too surprised to form an answer, trapped in his gaze with your wide eyes and parted lips.
"I-" You begin, and then falter.
William was nice. A little older than you. Showy, when he was with his friends, ready to do anything for a laugh.
Nice, but not Joel. No one was.
And deep down, you know that it's not like Joel thought of you that way. Returned those feelings, despite your wishes.
But you knew he'd be there. He'd go for Ellie, who would make sure she was there to see Dina.
And you'd go for Joel.
Even if just to see him, even if only for a moment.
The silence has stretched too long, an uneasy shifting next to you as he waits for an answer.
"There someone else?" The lilt of his voice has turned sharp, accusatory. Slicing through your thoughts, demanding your attention.
And again, you stumble. Still unable to form words, still too caught off guard - tongue twisted in knots. 
“There is, isn’t there?” Another verbal nudge, and it’s here that you find your voice. 
"There is... uh, someone." You manage - not ready to spill your guts, but there’s no chance you’ll agree to go with him.
"Yeah?" His eyebrow raises as he scoffs, "Who, Joel?"
He laughs at his own joke - and it's only now, as it's turned on you, that you notice how cruel it can sound. 
Your own eyes drop, head turning back towards the wall. 
And it’s here that your eyes snag on the cherry red gleam that peeks from the outside pocket of your rucksack. 
The radio. 
Forgotten entirely, in the long walk over. 
Panic courses through you.
Can he hear you, from here? Is he listening now?
You send up a silent wish, hoping that perhaps he's stepped out. That if you're lucky, the radio doesn't quite reach this far.
The silence gives you away, before you can brush it off - too caught up in the fear that twists in your stomach. A look had crossed your features that William had caught, the laughter dying as he pushes to his feet.
"You can't be serious." There's the mocking curl of his lip, a look of incredulity, "Miller? Are you out of your mind?"
There had been a flicker of thought - thinking that you could go over, switch it off. Or change the subject, tell Will to just shut up - but there’s something in his tone that distracts you - igniting your dread and embarrassment into anger and irritation. 
Making you slip up.
"So what if it is? It's none of your business-" You begin, but he cuts you off.
He’s fully turned your way now. The melting snow of his boots soaking into the hem of your jeans, with how he close he sits. Close enough that you can see the grit of his jaw, as he flings another barb at you. 
"You think he's going to treat you right? Do you even know where he was last night?”
It feels like a slap in the face - the way you flinch, cheeks burning.
“He… he was on patrol.” You stammer, unsure where this is headed.
“Could be. It’s easy to change logs when you got a brother out at the same time.” He shrugs, as if it’s nothing. As if your world hasn’t tilted on it’s axis, leaving you off-kilter.
Your heartbeat thunders behind your ribs, in your ears, “What do you mean?” 
“I mean… Fred said he saw him at Esther’s house. Last night and this morning.”
Rumors spread like wildfire in a town as close-knit as Jackson. It wasn’t hard to see where he was going, even if it pained you.
Esther, who tended the greenhouse.
Esther, who Joel had once been set up.
Esther, who split last month with her husband. 
Esther, who kept the house.
You’re frozen. As if the cold has sunken into your skin, bonded with your bones. An aching weight settling over your heart, stealing your breath.
Because in this moment, you truly realize how much you’d been thinking about him as yours. Suddenly realizing the depth of you feelings for Joel - how much he’s come to mean to you.
It’s devastating, thinking about him being someone else’s.
It just can’t be true.
But… 
But wouldn’t it explain his actions this morning?
Did you misread worry for guilt? Or secrecy?
“Look.” He says, after a pause. Giving you a pitying look, his hand reaching out to touch your shouler, “All I’m saying is that I’d never-”
It was all too much. 
You’ve had enough. 
"Can you just drop it?" You hiss, suddenly, "I'm not going with you."
The focus of his gaze still rests on you, as you push yourself to your feet. Grabbing for your bag - it's still a little early, but you're not about to stay stuck up in this tower with him.
"Where are you-" He's asking, as you shake your head - slipping past him, through the door.
"I'll see you back at Jackson."
Letting it slam shut behind you.
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It's stupid, to wander off by yourself. Even if you weren’t too far from home, no more than a thirty minute walk. 
The rifle left in William's possession, where it still rested against the railing. Joel's blade heavy and cold in your hand as you fish it from your jacket pocket.
Matching the stone-heavy weight of your heart, as you follow your footsteps back towards town. Your thoughts twisting, as you silently bargain with whoever might be listening.
Wishing foolishly that you could turn back time. 
Content with even just not knowing.
Because that’s the worst part, right? That you know he knows. And that he knows you do. That surely - he heard it all.
If you were alone, if you hadn’t taken that radio, you’d still have your secret.
Maybe Joel wouldn’t have his, but you’d try to bear it. Find a way to put the pieces of your heart together, and try to move on.
Cherish those few more days, weeks, before he would have told you. Maybe by then, you could’ve acted happy.
But now, you’re certain he won’t want anything to do with you. Certain that you’ve ruined a good thing - not just the patrols, but your partnership, and friendship.
Because who would want to stick around with a girl with a stupid little crush?
It leaves you feeling flayed open. Grateful for the whip of the wind, giving you an excuse for the tears that spring to your eyes. 
For a moment - in your embarrassment - it leaves you even thinking about running away.
You'd survived for this long. It would be harder, on the outside. But perhaps, you could start over.
With a sigh, you crumple the thought up, and toss it away. It's no more than wishful thinking. No different than hoping the world would crack beneath your feet, and swallow you whole.
No…
You would have to bear it.
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You're less than a mile from the wooden border around town, when you pick up the crunch of boots on snow. Fear prickles down your spine as the blade clicks open in your grasp, your pulse leaping beneath your skin.
The waver of a shadow, moving between the trees in front of you. You go still, squinting, tucking yourself behind one of the thick trunks.
They're alone.
It could be someone from town, but you'd heard there was only one set of boots near the fire they found, the night before. A quick glance over your shoulder - wishing you hadn't split off.
Wishing you had taken the rifle.
They move closer, and your breath catches as they call out.
Not just a greeting, but your name.
A wave of relief washes over you, you know that voice. This figure. The cock of his hip as he stands, the shoulders that slope when he sees you - a hand raised in greeting.
"Heard you leave. Shouldn't be out here by yourself."
The warm glow in your belly chills, at his words.
The acknowledgement that he had been listening souring your mood. It has you bristling at his tone, misreading his worry. 
"I'm fine." You wiggle his knife at him, the blade glinting in the afternoon sun, "Didn't have to come all this way."
In the path you take to skirt around him, you miss the pull of his brow - the frown that forms. The way he breaks into a jog to catch up behind you, staying a few steps back as he does a visual sweep of the woods behind you.
Your strides are long, focused on the crunch of grass beneath your feet. Eyes fixed ahead as he follows, until the tall wooden posts loom up ahead.
Above, and then through. 
If you can just make it home, you think that would be enough. The little house is only a few streets away from the edge.
Something that he hated - how it wasn’t safe enough.
Something that used to please you. 
He’s still following, your silent companion. Chivalrous, you suppose, to make sure you get home okay. Even after everything. 
You’re nearly there - feet taking you up the rickety steps for your porch - when that silence is finally broken.
“You know it ain’t true, right?
For as quiet as his voice is, it still seems to cut through the air, halting your step. Your eyes still fixed on the door ahead of you, but you find yourself stopping - waiting.
“There ain’t anybody else.”
There’s a weight in the way he says it. A confession, layered in the low pitch of his voice.
It has you turning. 
To where he stands, where your shadows meld together. And it’s only now that you see him - the intensity of his gaze. The mis-matched buttons on his coat, the cold that burns at his nose and cheeks until they’re pink. 
He’d been outside for a while.
Searching for you - leaving hat and gloves behind. 
“Where were you last night?” You ask - and he watches you like you’re about to bolt. Palms facing you where they hang at his sides, finger stretching out and then curling.
Reaching up now, to scrub through his hair in frustration - loosening dark, peppered-gray curls. 
“I was there.” Joel admits, and there’s the acid ache of jealousy welling up in your chest. Picturing him with her instead of with you - like in your wishes, your dreams.
“But-” His hands raise, when he sees your expression, “But I just stopped by. I was on patrol with Tommy, you can ask him.”
You want to believe him. But you know you’re both thinking the same thing - thoughts flickering back to William’s suggestion. 
“Or, you can ask Maria. You know she won’t cover for me.” He adds - and that softens you, just a little.
“Why did you trade?”
The moment hangs, where you’re left staring at each other. Your heart gallops in your chest, as he fights an internal battle - before his eyes slide across your cheek, over your shoulder. 
But then there’s the smallest, rueful smile. His dark eyes flipping up to yours.
“Didn’t think it’d be like this.” Joel sighs, moving closer - to the bottom step. Enough to where you could reach out and touch him. Enough to where you see the weariness etched in his face, from where he stayed up all morning to keep watch over you.
“Got some roses for you. They’re at the house.” The words come slowly, “Was gonna give ‘em to you tonight. Wanted to do this right.”
Wanted to do this right.
The words echo in your mind. Pieces of a puzzle starting to fit into place, but you still feel like you’re behind - forever out of step and catching up. 
“That’s why I was out last night. Esther is… rekindling things with her husband.” He manages, “Traded his shift last night for ‘em so they could be together. Went back to pick ‘em up this morning.”
“Roses.” You echo, “Why?”
“Why?” Joel frowns, as hands brace on his hips. Looking flustered, looking like he wishes you could just understand.
And suddenly, you do.
Your own words come slowly now, “For me? For Valentine’s Day?”
Relief crosses his features, those dark eyes going soft.
“Yeah, darlin’.” He smiles, “For you.”
Emotions swirl and surge through you. Relief yes, but also something stronger, something that flutters behind your ribs and threatens to burst free. 
“I didn’t-” You begin, and then stop. A tightness in your throat, as you gaze at him, “I was so worried that you heard what he said, that it was real-”
“I heard.” A dark look crossed Joel’s features, a grit of his jaw, “Heard what you said too. Made me hope, ‘til he opened his mouth again.”
He’s on the top step now, no more than a few feet away. Irritation prickling at him from the memory of you in that tower, tucked away with someone who wasn’t him.
Until his hand is scratching at the scruff of his beard, his look changing.
“But if I misread this-” Joel starts - almost hesitant, if a man like Joel could be.
It makes you want to laugh, after everything. Because you get it, now.
Just how foolish you both had been.
“You didn’t.” You’re quick to cut him off, “You... you heard right.”
There ain’t anybody else…. but you.
It’s always been him.
He kisses you under the eaves of your little porch. 
Stepping into you as your head tilts up - cold fingers tracing your chin, cupping your jaw just as his lips skim against yours.
The lightest brush, as something electric sparks - radiating from that point of contact, skittering down your spine. A soft moan that slips from your throat, before he’s pressing closer - before your hands are slipping, gripping onto his shoulders beneath the thick canvas of his coat.
Everything fades - growing hazy. He’s all you can feel, as your eyes close. Something finally clicking into place, as your lips part for the brush of his tongue. Another moan as he licks into your mouth - stumbling footsteps in both of your haste. 
Until your back is bumping against wood, and his arm is wrapping around you. Surrounding you, leaving you breathless as the frame of the door digs into your hip.
Finally sated, in your need for him. 
And yet more hungry, than you’ve ever been.
The grip of your fingers loosen, as you reach for the door knob. Fumbling for a second before it’s loosening, and you’re stepping back - bringing him with you, your other hand still fisted in the fabric of his coat. 
He groans into your mouth, a hand wrapping around your waist so you don’t stumble, as he follows you inside.
Then there’s low husk of his voice, the barest curve of a smile, “What about your dance, sweetheart?”
Teasing, in the way he spins you around. In the way you’re caged in against the door again, tucked away safely from the other side.
No prying eyes except for his. 
Your answer close to a whine, with the way his fingers find the zipper on your coat, drawing it down.
“I think…” You manage, distracted by the press of his lips against your neck. In the fingers that dip beneath your layers, seeking bare skin.
“I think we can be a little late.”
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happy valentine’s day, friends! 💌💕 and especially to elaine - these were such fun prompts! you are the sweetest and I hope you have such a good day!
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nanamiluvs · 22 days
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a gentleman by heart !
pairings : nanami x reader, gepard x reader, artem wing x reader
rating : mature to explicit
wc : 1.4k
tags : reader is afab but no pronouns used, lots of kissing, established relationship, creampie, kinda rough sex, desperation, size difference if you squint, just a quick drabble abt these men
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sexually reserved men who become feral once they get your consent.
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he's a gentleman in every sense of the word. he holds doors for you, buys you flowers, remembers trivial details about you- the perfect man one could ever dream of. it's not a surprise he doesn't touch you often, he would hate to make you uncomfortable. even his touch is gentle, his large hand lingering on the small of your back to guide you through the crowd. tall, handsome, kind and strong- what more could you want from a man?
sexually reserved men who, at first, would never suggest intimacy. it's a gentlemanly act, but a result of his shyness at the same time. it's almost like he's refraining himself.
he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles as his eyes stare into yours, so soft. you feel how much he loves you by any and every action of his, how can a man be so perfect?
he excuses himself as he thinks you didn't notice the bulge in his pants nor the slight blush on his cheeks. it's frustrating at this point, why won't he just initiate something else instead of adjusting himself and pretending nothing is happening? you feel dared to make him come out of his shell, to finally do something out of his gentlemanly persona. well, it's not exactly a persona, he's really just that perfect. but you're almost sure there's also something else hiding beneath the waters.
his hand brushes against your knee as he drives, a fleeting touch, one hand firmly gripping the steering wheel when the other just shy of touching your leg. so you grab his hand and place it on top of your thigh, expecting him to blush and pull his hand back.
and he gulps and fucking squeezes the flesh. he runs his hand up and down on your thigh, like he was waiting for your sign to do so. no words are exchanged as his hands moves closer and closer to your core and returns to the base of your thigh once again. you clench your thighs together, not the type of touch you were expecting from your gentle boyfriend but one you were very welcoming of.
you should've guessed it was merely a starting point.
his touches only get more and more daring as time goes on. you give him an inch and he takes a mile. you two haven't discussed this subject openly at all, yet you both knew how his hands started reaching lower when they were on you, more free. you wwante even more.
so finally, when you told him that you wanted him to take you, he was not as surprised as you would expect him to be.
"i know," he says, his hands on each side of your hips as you were seated on his lap. his eyes stare into yours before giving in and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, "and i want you too. i need you so bad-" his sharp breath hits your skin and you almost feel the inner conflict he has going on.
that's why you cup his cheeks and look into his eyes. "then take me. make me yours."
he wets his lips. "i'm afraid i won't be able to let you go if i do so."
when you respond by simply pressing your lips against his, it's like a switch has flipped. his hand comes up to grab the back of your head as he flips you over on the couch, your body trapped underneath his. his eyes are filed with passion and desperation as his lips claim yours with fervor, taking your breath away and making your hands cling onto the collar of his dress shirt, pulling him closer.
he parts away, breathless as he kisses you once again. you don't know when he takes you into his arms and when he drops you on his bed, too focused on his lips and touch to notice. "you're beautiful," he whispers as he unbuttons his shirt, eyes reveling in the sight of your disheveled hair and flushed state.
you truly were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.
he's on top of you and his lips reunite with yours, shirt discarded on the floor before his hands tug onto your top, silently begging to get it out of the way. you let him do so, and his kisses trail down to your neck when he gets rid of the fabric. your hands grab his soft hair as he sucks on the sensitive skin, low moans escaping his lips from how much he wants to do this with you. the sounds you make goes straight down to his member.
soon, both of your clothes are discarded and his hand continues to fondle your breast, pinching and pulling the hardened bud between his digits while his mouth laches onto the other. he's gentle yet so rough at the same time, not giving you the time of the day to breathe. his mouth so wet and hot against your skin, he pulls away with a pop, panting as he, not even once, breaks eye contact with you.
his dick aches at the sight of your bare pussy, glistening with slick and looking just so pretty in his ehes. he leans in, to your surprise, his tongue licking a wet stripe across your slit. he delves in, he may not be very experienced but he's quite the quick learner, memorizing every single sound you let out to his movements. he soon has you tugging on his hair, pulling his head impossibly closer to your drenched cunt, riding out your orgasm in waves as he licks you through it. he grind his own bulge against the bed, chasing some friction on his needy cock.
sexually reserved men who are just so big and thick that you gasp at the sheer size of him when he takes the final layer off. your hand is not enough to accommodate his girth, and he's so hard since the visions he played in his mind were nothing compared to seeing your naked body. "i love you," you say as your arms wrap around his neck. he smiles against your lips and repeats the phrase before gently kissing you.
but you're not even sure if that thing can fit inside you.
that's why you're panting and moaning against his shoulder, his length sliding inside of you inch by inch. it's too much, you whimper, i can't take it.
sexually reserved men who whisper in your ear after leaving another mark on your neck, "you can. do it for me."
you sigh when you get used to his size filling your walls, every prominent vein you feel grazing against you, and he starts moving. he's so gentle at first.
yet that turns into relentless pounding with you screaming his name and grab onto him for dear life as he fucks you, drunk on the way your walls wrap around his dick and the way you call out to him, all thoughts about manners thrown out the window. he swallows your moans with his mouth against yours, kissing you as rough as he's having you.
sexually reserved men who grunt as he thrusts inside, even deeper than before with his long fingers rubbing your clit, sending you over the edge as you start begging him. you don't even know what you're begging for, it just feels too good and you don't know what else to do besides to take whatever he's giving you.
he whispers in your ear, telling you how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how well you take him and how good you are for him, his words filled with so much love, how he wanted to do this for so long. it doesn't take long for you to cum again, milking his cock as he speeds up, your added slick making it easier to slide in and out.
he was going to pull out before he hears your words telling him to fucking come inside, eyes snapping up in shock before shutting down as his cock completely disappears inside your cunt and he can't hold back anymore. you feel hot ropes of cum fill you up to the brim, so full and warm that you couldn't think of anything else for a moment.
sexually reserved men who immediately check up on you after the high wears off, asking if you're alright or if he had hurt you. you pant and tell him no, you're just too fucked out to talk.
only when he leans down to kiss you could you feel his still-hard dick press against your thigh.
"...already?!"
"...i-i apologize."
nanami, gepard, artem
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inspired by that one nanami twt <3
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angelltheninth · 2 months
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Too Dumb for Your Own Good
Pairing: Gusion x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, study date, dumbification, feelings avoidance, angry sex, slight breeding kink
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: I'm not the smartest person around either.
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You had Gusion over at your place again, for the third time this week because you were having trouble memorizing the necessary materials for your next collage exam. The subject itself wasn't that hard to understand, it was more the fact that Gusion insisted on helping you and you couldn't focus on anything but the handsome, glasses wearing devil in your presence.
Or the fact that you were just masturbating in the very chair he was sitting in. That part was especially distracting. He didn't seem to notice you being a flustered mess around him, he was too focused on trying to help you.
He wasn't a good man by any stretch of the imagination but he was almost all too happy to help with this problem. Puzzles and tests were some of his favorite things in the world, and a collage student had plenty of those to go around. That was why began visiting you in the first place, that's how your relationship began.
"You aren't listening to a word I'm saying." He grabbed your chin with his fingers and forced you to look at him. His glasses slid down his nose a bit, those deep, dark eyes staring into your soul, "Are you only keeping me here for personal entertainment?"
"You're here of your own accord." Making it seem like this was your fault, really he had some nerve. "You could always leave if you don't like it."
Gusion scoffed at your suggestion, "And risk you flunking and me losing my source of entertainment? Not very likely. Don't dance around this, tell me what it is that's distracting you so much." So he didn't know after all. You knew he didn't know because he wasn't the type to keep those kinds of things close to his chest.
Should you be honest? Or lie to him? He said it himself, being here if fun for him. So theoretically a confession shouldn't ruin it. Right?
"I think about you, Gusion. A lot. It's been more and more lately and I think I'm starting to like you as a lot more then a friend." The confession was out in the open now. The ball was in his court.
Gusion's eye widened for a brief moment before he got up. Oh. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he didn't need to be here as much as you thought. You felt tears coming on, and a second later his hands on your shoulders and his rough lips pressing against yours.
"How foolish." He scowled, "Something as stupid as lust keeping you from achieving your goals. You humans are so weak. So easily taken over the by most basic, animalistic needs that it's embarrassing."
You were still too dumbstruck by the kiss to be insulted by what you were sure were both insults and his real feelings.
"You're doing it even now. Fine. If you can't focus without my cock in you then…" He pushed himself on top of you and unbuckled his belt with one hand, the other taking his glasses off and placing them on the chair he was just sitting on. "If I fuck you, will you study?"
"I… yes?" You couldn't promise anything.
"Can't even give me a good answer to that. Pathetic whore." His angry face was a huge turn on, the way he looked at you like you were beneath him, unworthy of him being here, helping you. But deep down he must have cared. Otherwise he wouldn't go out of his way to do this for you. Gusion, pulled your legs apart and pushed your panties to the side, his thumb pushing into your pussy. "You must have been touching yourself before this if you're already this wet. No wonder you couldn't focus, your mind must be swimming with oxytocin. I'll fuck you back into reality."
You gulped as you watch him pull his hard cock out of his boxers. Ah, so he wore the kinds that had the little hole. Of course he was the practical type.
"You're gonna fuck my brains out smart boy?" You pressed your legs around his hips and your hands into his short hair. "Or maybe you're gonna come inside me so hard I become smarter. You never know what could happen."
"If I were to come inside you then you would become pregnant. It's the most basic biology. Did you miss those lessons as well? Should have guessed a woman like you wouldn't bother, you just want a dick don't you? My dick to be more precise." The corner of his lips turned upwards for a second as he suck his length into you. "Maybe you didn't pay attention, but you sure do know how to squeeze around a cock. Like a good slut should."
"And you… seem like much more then a nerd." You moaned as he began to pick up the pace, your legs crossing over his back but not hard, you still wanted him to thrust in and out like he did. Every stroke stimulated your pussy walls, stretching, filling, pushing them apart, making room for his throbbing cock.
Gusion didn't take well to being called a nerd. His hands slammed against the floor, by your head, making you flinch. He might look and act like a nerd, but he was a devil. Evident by those two little horns on top of his head. You pulled his collar to the side and traced your fingers across the tattoo on his neck, every number, every letter, making him shiver.
He didn't like that either. He didn't like being weaker then you.
"Now you're being clever? Sneaky." He took on the challenge of fucking your brains out seriously this time. You struggled to find a comeback as his cock repeatedly rammed against the deepest parts of your pussy, making your eyes roll back a little more every time. "There you go. Now you look like you're supposed to. A dumb, fucking cockslut. Don't bother trying to be anything else right now, I'll take care of everything. Mine."
"Yours. Gusion. Please." His horns elongated when you started milking him with your cunt. You wanted him to do it. To make you his. Mark you with his cum. You could be his toy if he wanted it. "Yours." You could only repeat his words at this point.
"Yes. All mine to fuck and fill." He was never possessive before, he never let his calm and collected persona slip away from him. "You'll be my pretty cumwhore from now on. Just need to prove to me that you're capable of it." You knew how, you needed to let him dump a whole hot load of seed into you, it was the only way to prove yourself to be good enough for him. "Take it, fucking take my cum, I know you can, you can do that much for me at least!"
It didn't matter if you could or couldn't. You simply would.
You screamed his name as your vision began to go blurry, your inner walls squelching, clamping down on his cock, draining his cock. "So hot. So much. Full. My pussy is…"
"Overflowing. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes!" You may not be the smartest but you were smart enough to know that the way Gusion was looking at you as he pumped you full of cum wasn't that of an emotionless tutor. It was the look of your soon-to-be-lover. He surely knew it too, he was too smart to be oblivious to his own feelings.
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goldenchunkycat · 1 year
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Put this mouth to good use...
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➤ Pairing: Aged-up!Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader
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➤ Summary: You are the eldest child of Tonowari and Ronal and you secretly mated the oldest child of Jake and Neytiri, what could possibly go wrong ? Everything because Neteyam decided that you were too friendly with a guy who wasn't him.
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➤ Warnings: Jealous and possessive Neteyam, it seems like Neteyam is gaslighting Reader but I swear he's not, rough mouth fucking, hair pulling, dacryphilia because why not, dirtier than expected..., bad English
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➤ A/N: Requested by @devilish-mirage , I hope it's what you were asking for ? I'd love to see your feedback on this ♡
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➤ Tag: @sloppierjewel (I can't tag you for a reason ?)
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Being Towanari and Ronal's daughter was hard. Because it meant that you were Ao'nung and Tsireya's big sister, and you were nothing like them. You did not considered yourself kind and outgoing like your sister - you were shy and introverted, and you were not confident, strong and skilled like your brother - you were just you.
And yet, once, someone said that you were kind, attentive to everyone's needs, pretty and smart. Years after he became your mate. Your sweet Neteyam. What a shame you couldn't tell the whole world about it though...
"Darling, you need to find a mate. You are the eldest child of the chief, everyone is expecting a lot from you, you can't deceive them." your mother said while carefully brushing your hair, adding a few shells here and there. "You are pretty, my sweet daughter, I do not doubt that you will find someone."
You closed your eyes, bathing in the feeling of those hands massaging your head and hummed, "Yes Mother."
"I heard that Ok'iri was interested in you, go and try to talk to him."
"Yes Mother..." you answered more reluctantly, lowering your head, mixed feelings in your heart and thoughts rushing through your mind. How could you tell her ? You weren't interested in anyonee else than Neteyam. He was your lover, your mate, but because you did not wanted to deceive your family you did not tell a single soul that you two were mated. You had nothing to offer to your family other than your hand in marriage, how would you tell them that you could not marry someone ? You were so disappointing.
"Take your paintings with you. Give it to his parents."
Paintings. This was the only thing yo were good at. You could paint the beautiful sceneries for hours. That's how you pique Neteyam's curiosity. By sitting on a rock for hours, just being yourself. He fell in love immediately.
So what were you going to say to your lover ? You knew him, you knew how he was possessive, jealous. As it happens, the boy asked you many times to meet your parents. He wanted to tell the whole world that you were his because he wanted to avoid this kind of situation. But well, maybe it was too late...
"- and I caught this big fish outside the reefs. Pretty cool huh ?"
It has been going for hours. He was talking about himself, rarely asking about your hobbies or your opinion. Too bad he was so full of himself because Ok'iri was. nice guy. He was respectful and did not crossed your boundaries. Even if he did not not really let you talk, he often make sire that you were comfortable by looking at you while he was showing you the outside of their family's Marui. If you met in a different context you could have been friends. But well, people's expectations did not allowed it.
"By the way, those paintings that you gave us are really pretty ! I think I recognized one scenery." he said, finding a place in front of the beach in order to sit.
"Really ?!" you said excited, looking at him with twinkling eyes. You don't know if he did it on purpose but he said the magic word to get you out of your shell. "Which one ?"
"The 'undersea' one. I think it's somewhere near the Cove of the Ancestors, isn't it ?" he asked, happy that he finally found a subject that was interesting - to you at least.
"Yes !" you leaned a bit closer to him, too excited to notice that your legs were practically touching his. "It's on the left side ! I had to dive again and again because, ell, you can't paint underwater, but the result worth it !"
And you talked. For hours. Without noticing Neteyam's presence on the beach. Without noticing how he balled his fist or how he frowned and showed his teeth when his brother accidentally bumped into him. He was angry.
It became a weekly thing. Every Monday, you and Ok'iri would meet at the same place, just outside his Marui, and would talk for a few hours about your respective interests. You knew that he could be a good friend, and he proved it. He was very attentive to everything you said and never tried to push you to do something you did not wanted to do. But every time you failed to notice your mate on the beach, watching you. You failed to notice how, progressively, he became more clingy, his he touched more often than not whenever someone was around, how he tried to meet your father more often and how he tried to win his spurs with him. You failed to notice all of those signs. So you were very surprised when he finally snapped. And honestly ? It was...hot - and a tiny bit painful.
"It was hard but I found a good location with beautiful sceneries that you can paint. Want to go there ?"
"Really ? Thank you, I would love to go there !"
"Can I come too ?"
You turned your head to look at the owner of the voice, only to see your secret boyfriend smiling at the two of you.
Ok'iri hesitated before answering "Hum, yeah, I guess ?" Even you could tell that he was a tiny bit mad and very uncomfortable, he only said yes because he was being polite.
You shyly smiled towards your boyfriend, freckles glowing and making him discreetly smile. He eventually faced the young adult and asked with a mischievous smile "I hope that im not disturbing you ?" He slowly approached you and brushed his hand on yours, a dangerous glint in eyes when he smiled innocently and said "I see you sitting here you every every Monday and thought that it was a good idea to befriend each other."
You should have known better. It was a warning. But did the lamb beware of the wolf ? He did not, and he ended up eaten.
"You weren't lying, it's really beautiful here ! I can't wait to come back and paint !" you said, excited, moving your head from side to side under the loving eyes of the two boys. But Neteyam notice the way his 'rival' was looking at you. And he needed to act on it, right now.
"Let's hunt. The winner will be the one who hunt the biggest fish."
"Oh, I don't know, I just wanted to show her this place..."
"Okay." he smiled with a slight mocking tone, "I guess that I will be the one who will win the favor of the Olo'eyktan."
Ok'iri understood what he meant by that. He understood that Neteyam, the foreigner, was trying to court you. And he was not going to lose against him.
"Okay. Let's do it forest boy." he said and left, diving underwater with his Ilu.
You looked at the retreating shadow underwater and finally paid attention to the man at your side. The smiled had disappeared from his face and he was looking at you, a frown on his beautiful face.
"What..?" you asked tentatively, avoiding his gaze. "Aren't you going to hunt too..?" you added, trying to fill the void between the two of you.
"Oh but love..." he ordered his Ilu to slowly approach you and once he face in you personal space, smiled and leaned towards you, towering over your small frame. "I don't need to court you, you're already mine." He kissed the tip of your nose and you felt your heart swell with pride and affection for the man that you had the chance to call 'mate'. But suddenly, his sweet smile disappeared from his face and was quickly replaced by a mean one. One that you recognized very well. "However, I don't like it when people flirt with you. Come with me."
You did not know if you were supposed to be afraid and aroused. Maybe you were a bit of the two. You followed him until you two climbed on a rock who was a bit far from the 'hunting area'. It was surrounded by pretty aquatic flowers so you were a bit hidden from anyone who could potentially come here. However, if they walked around the rock, they would have a perfect sight of you two.
You did not asked him his intention though, thinking he was just going to steal you a kiss before going to hunt. Hey, it wasn't because you were smart that you weren't innocent. And Neteyam loved that about you. You trusted him with all your heart. And he loves seing your face when you realize what he is going to do. He looked at you and smirked.
"Every Monday I had to watch you chat excitedly with that guy, talking about all the things you like, telling him how good he was at hunting."
"But he was praising my skills in art, what was I supposed to do..?"
"Leave, love. Leave. Don't you understand ? I'm the only one ho can see you like this, all excited over your favorite topics. The only one who can see you smile and who can hear you laugh like this."
"Net'..." you backed up, joy and shame mixing in your head. He loved you so much, but he cul not accept the fact that you were asking with another guy (honestly it's a big red flag so let's correct it).
Seeing that you were shrinking under his gaze he softened his voice and gently held you face into the palm of his hands.
"I trust you. I really do. But I don't trust him. I know why your mother wanted you to meet him, and it makes my blood boil just by thinking about it. I just want them all to know that you are taken, do you understand ?"
"Yes..."
"I'll respect your decision. If you don't wanna talk about me to your mother it's fine, but don't let those men openly flirt with you, please Love ? Have you not noticed the way he was touching your arms and your back ? The way he was being so friendly with you ?"
"I will be careful from now one, I don't wanna hurt anyone's feelings... Thank you my Neteyam, I love you, never forget that." you answered, your voice conveying all the feelings you had for him. Love, admiration. You were so pretty. And those lips...
"Show me how much you love me."
"W-What ? But... Ok'iri is not far from us..." you glowed, eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape.
"I don't care who sees, get on your knees."
You giggled and eventually gave in, getting on your knees and knowing exactly what was going to happen. Opening your mouth, you waited for him to stick his dick in it and once he did so, you hummed around it as a form of thanks. Neteyam felt like the luckiest man ever. How did he found a mate like you ? So obedient and eager to please him, his perfect pillow princess.
You started by sucking the tip of his length, massaging the rest of it with your pretty hand. Closing your eyes and whimpering softly you ignored the way his hands went trough your hair. Slowly but surely you bobbed your head around his girth taking a few inches more every time. Neteyam watched you in awe before finally giving in to the voice inside his head telling him to ruin you and cover your face with his cum.
He tightened his hold on your hair and stuck your head on his dick, forcing you to take all of him. You gasped and gripped his thighs as he sighed in pleasure, his legs shifting on the spot.
"Y-Yeah, just like this."
He started to thrust into your mouth repeatedly, starting at a slow pace.
"This pretty mouth of yours liked talking to that man ? Then..." he groaned, a faint sound coming from his chest as he pulled roughly on your strands. "Put this mouth to good use..."
You messily tried to massage his cock with your tongue, only to accidentally let you spit spread all over your mouth with how roughly he was manipulating your head. You let out a high pitched whine when he pulled a little to rough on your hair, making him laugh as he faked sympathy while slowing down a bit. He took his dick out of your mouth and leaned over you, smiling.
"Am I being too rough Love ? Poor baby, can't even take it properly. What a pity, I guess that we will have to do it slowly..." he raised an eyebrow, pouting.
"No ! No... Net' I can take it, I swear !" you said, your eyes tearing up as you widened your mouth and sticked out your tongue, eager to please him.
"Good girl. My sweet mate." he chuckled and went back to guide your mouth on his dick.
Your throat was getting numb and the muscles on your cheeks were hurting. Tears dripped down your cheeks and mixed with your saliva. You were a sight. Neteyam loved when you looked like that, so desperate. Seeing you cry turned on a switch in him and his pad accelerated. He felt his orgasm in the depth part of his lower abdomen and knew that he was close so he just gripped your hair tightly, preventing you from moving your head, and started to thrust roughly into your welcoming hole.
But suddenly you heard your name being called. It was Ok'iri, and he was close. "Forest boy ?"
"You're so good to me. Pretty lips and ah- hot mouth wrapped around my dick..." he whispered, his face morphing into one of full pleasure at the idea of being caught in this compromising position. "Don't want him to see us like that ?" he laughed as you shook your head with fervor, fear - and arousal in your watery eyes. "Don't worry I'm- Ah ! I'm almost d-done..."
You could sens that h was almost done. He was practically ripping your hair and destroying your throat. With a loud moan he finally came into your mouth, breathing heavily as he bend to meet your eyes. Knowing what he was waiting for you opened your mouth and showed him your tongue decorated with his seed.
"That's my girl."
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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year
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okay fr what do you think scara is like in bed? what’s he into, what’re his kinks, the whole shebang?
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modern scaramouche hc's
✭ tags ; sub!chara, dom!reader (they bottom but parts are unspecificed so gn!reader as well), this is also my modern!scaramouche take so just be aware, bratting, rough sex, slapping, hitting, a lil degradation, reader is v careful abt scaramouches boundaries tho, romantic implications reader is stronger than scara + he is short king, etc
✭ wc ; 2.1k (im soooo ashamed. anon im so sorry)
✭ a/n ; this got so out of hand so quickly. this is my personal scaramouche this has nothing to do with anyone but me and my delusions sorry in advance.
like really. cant describe how subjective this is but i also refuse to change my mind or see him any other way. thank u so much for inquiring
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my modern scaramouche is usually aged like. 20-something in college. he goes to a nice university (a very competitive school mind you.) he was really concerned about excelling for like most of his hs career. kind of a loner except tartaglia who adopted him into his friend group.
he panics about his degree for the longest time cause he doesn't know what to do - but settles on civil architecture and minors in fine art.
he has his ears pierced and some other piercings too that he was peer pressured into, but overall likes how they look. he's not usually very dressed up and all of his closet is so oversized because comfort > fashion BUT he never looks like a slob either.
has like 3 other friends on campus (kazuha + mona + childe who somehow followed him there)
complicated relationship with his mom + stepmom (he doesn't hate her but they do not communicate so tons of misunderstandings between them. like sooo many)
and. usually not actively looking to date anyone ever. he had like one crush one time in highschool but chickened out so miserably and SEETHED about it the whole time.
after that he swore to never, ever, ever go back to that dark place and sort of just focused on his career and school. his major is pretty difficult so it takes a lot of his time
plus he's a little pretentious, stuck up little shit so only a few people can handle him in the first place.
anyways. u meet through tartaglia who thinks you two will get along really well (and he's trying to set you both up bc he thinks you two could work well together)
its honestly like oil and water. you're personality just rubs him the wrong way. sure childe is annoying, but he's stupid
you're...not stupid. you're kind of clever and you treat him with like. a sense of disrespect he hates. scaramouche is used to people who let him have the upperhand
but you're always pretty quick to shoot him down. you never let him him get away with anything and you guys have this like... insane back and forth for months
its the slowest of burns. he swears he hates you.
(he doesn't though. he thinks its really fucking attractive that you talk back to him and don't let him intimidate you ever. but he loathes that feeling. he also loathes how nice your laugh is and how easy it is to talk to you)
scaramouche spends. AGES. ages in denial. closes his eyes to it. its like 6 months deep into it - he starts having wet dreams and he wakes up HORRIFIED with himself.
WORSE? scaramouche knows about your sex life. not through you but through observation and gossip. he's not fucking you in the dreams. you're fucking him.
humiliated, he simply tries to ignore it. but it's making him so much moody than usual and because you two spend so much time together - you notice almost right away. of course you do.
"whats got your panties in a twist lately? not that you're usually sunshine and rainbows but you're acting like a little kid"
scaramouche says something mean. like, really mean in response. he's just so frustrated. its a personal jab, farther than he'd usually go.
he's expecting to sabotage himself you know? he does that sometimes. pushes people away when they get too close. it's a miracle he has any friends. he's expecting you to get annoyed and leave.
but there's this like. chill to your voice. and you're looking straight at him.
"you don't talk to me like that, understand? i don't care how shitty your mood is."
one hit k.o. he can't even breathe. what's wrong with him and what is happening to him, and holy shit why do you sound like that.
"sorry," he apologizes (him. he's apologizing first) "just. frustrating,"
and you immediately slink back to your usual self. and he's relieved and a little excited and just overall restless because he can't stop thinking about what just happened.
"it's fine. i like being on your ass or whatever but it's bothering me that you're so moody. maybe you really do need to get laid,"
the joke is one you often to make. it's meant to lighten the mood. but scaramouche is feeling pent-up and horny and that's kind of exactly what he needs
"s-shut up. it's not like you're going to do it,"
internally he's hoping you take the bait. he is equal parts horrified and excited watching you take in the information. you give him a lazy smile as you sit up and look at him.
"huh. do you...want me to do it?"
oh dear god. oh fuck.
"so what if i did?"
and then you laugh, which he can't decipher. he's gearing himself to be made fun of. he watches you with big wide yes as you come sit on the desk near him. feels your fingers trail his jaw and tilt his head up and holy shit he might really die.
he can barely look up at you.
"is that why you've been acting weird for last couple of weeks?" your voice is so smug and scaramouche is so turned on it's stupid. he hates it. hates himself. hates everything
"shut up,"
and then, you grab his chin. really make him look at you and it's startling but he doesn't pull away. you look gleeful.
"that why you've been running with your tail between your legs when you see me?" you hum, your eyes almost predatory "cause you want me to fuck you?"
its times like this scaramouche he could be honest. because that's exactly what he wants, but he hates having to say it.
"as if you could satisfy me," he says, instead. your eyes widen, and it takes you a minute to register it all in your head.
"you're such a fucking brat," you say, light. affectionate, really. it makes his heart pump "you think i can't?"
"i'd like to see you try," he says, absolutely and utterly in disbelief internally. you grin.
"can i kiss you?"
"why're you asking?"
"cause im an asshole, not a villain,"
you and scaramouche makeout in a study room before he decides to to get ahold of himself and invites you into his dorm. he's never been so thankful in his life that his roomate is gone.
when you get scaramouche into bed - it really dawns on him how out of his element he is. he's not a virgin - a few awkward and usually bad hook-ups in his repertoire.
but you're not like them. he's bitey and on edge but you handle him. ask for permission for little things, clarifications for what he's okay with. you're thoughtful, despite how much he's lashing out.
and it's turning scaramouche so much he doesn't know how to handle it other than doing it again. he wants to provoke you so much. he wants to put him in his place over and over.
it's mid makeout he pulls away, frustration all-welled up inside him that he asks. he's hard and needy and needs something to get him off.
"i knew you were all talk," he sneers, putting as much of himself in it as he can "this is nothing,"
you look at him very seriously "you're really asking for it, huh," you say with a sigh "do you know what you're getting into?"
"nothing serious obviously,"
"usually when i deal with brats like you, i treat 'em real rough. im being nice to you cause you're so pent up, but it's like you don't want that," you grab his face again, getting close and personal this time and scaramouche feels like he'll collapse "want me to treat you mean and put you in your place? hit you and make you cry?"
oh it ruins his life. that's exactly what he wants. what he needs from you so much it aches. so much he chokes.
"wh-what the hell are-"
but you make him face forward, look you in your eyes.
"your first lesson is answer me when i talk to you. is that what you want? you can nod if you can't say it,"
so he nods and you laugh.
"yeah? should smack the brat outta you shouldn't i?
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you're asking for permission. despite his everything, there's something affectionate about it. he feels his stomach twist with desire.
"just fucking do it already,"
"tell me if you need to stop,"
"i said—"
it's unceremonious, really. when scaramouche feels the palm of your hands on his cheek, landing heavy and hard as you push him back against the bed. you hit him.
he liked it. makes his cock throb in his fucking jeans, feeling the sting.
"your second lesson is don't fucking mouth at me," you practically spit. there's some roughness in your actions that make scaramouche keen as you crawl on top of him "can't even deal with your moods without lashing out."
scaramouche feels his stomach churn as your hands make rough work of him. you pin his wrists over his head, tell him to keep it there.
and of course he refuses, disobeys - gets to feel how strong you actually are when you spit the words back in his face again to hold fucking still.
scaramouche keeps doing it. keeps pushing until you have to put him back where he belongs forcibly. he doesn't know that he's doing it
but he wants something he can't name, a desire that aches so deep in his chest. he wants you to take responsibility for him - like a promise of some kind.
he likes the way your mouth feels on his skin. your teeth feel so good sinking into pale flesh. the scratch of your nails and sting of your palms as you spank and hit and push his body.
you manhandle him so fucking easily, putting him in every position you can think of. on his knees, or his back - naked and waiting.
you tease scaramouche till he's honest, your voice coarse until he starts giving in.
you're so good with your hands. your fingers, your mouth. you know just the right things to get him all squirmy - praising him when he's getting desperate towards the end.
his sense of shame nowhere to be found as he gets close to the edge. as you tip him over it, he can feel all the tension bleed out of him. goes from bitching, to whiny - needy and not above begging.
he doesn't even understand it. can't wrap his head around it all the way - lets you guide him through the feeling as he starts feeling pliant.
you let him fuck you with mercy. don't make him work for it, just sit on his cock and tell him that he looks so much better when he's all messed up for you and he just. melts completely. like feels like he's gonna fall through the floor.
he cries when he cums. sobs a little as he finally gets relief then melts into your bed like a pile of wet sand as you finish yourself off and overstimulate him a little in the process.
after all is said and done - he falls asleep basically immediately after the high.
when he wakes up the next day - you haven't left. he's like kind of nuzzled up in your arms (which. is wild bc he has always hated physical touch but? apparently not with you)
when you stir awake, you're immediately whistling. you even press a kiss to his forehead and brush his hair out of his face.
"you awake? feel okay?" you hum, so stupidly tender and scaramouche has to fight every urge to push you away.
"im...fine. you're still here," he says unhelpfully. you chuckle.
"yeah. figured you would start spiraling if i left in the middle of the night"
he is horrified at the accuracy.
"it's weird when you're being all...nice to me,"
"its a lot easier since i realize you just wanted to be put in your place," you say with a knowing him. scaramouche elbows you "it's cute, it's cute. don't kill me,"
"you're annoying,"
"yeah, i know. i wiped you down a bit but we should shower and i gotta make sure you're not too hurt anywhere,"
"i'm not a flower,"
"i was bein' pretty rough and its my job to take care of you,"
"why would that be your job?"
"cause im a responsible sexual partner and we're seeing each other, i figure?"
he flushes at the implication. he doesn't want to think about it as he cuddles himself into your side. ugh. whatever.
"who said that?"
"do you want me to see other people?"
"i'll kill you,"
"that's what i thought,"
scaramouche hates it but does not have the confidence to protest you.
scaramouche realizes with the weight of the world on his shoulders that he is the most submissive brat in the fucking world
he decides not to think about it for a while
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the-possum-writes · 6 months
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Hi! Could you do a Finn x Fem reader lemon? Maybe it could be with and inexperienced reader while finn already has some knowledge about it and shows her how to do it. Thank you! <3
[Finn teaching an Inexperienced Reader]
❥Character: Finn Mertens ❥Tags: NS/FW hc's, handj0bs, established relationship, fem!reader ❥Synopsis: Finn takes things slow with you but you convince him to teach you how he likes to be touched. ❥A/N: I was going through a writing block so there's no full smut but rather some handsy stuff.
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❥Whether you've been dating for years or just a few weeks, if you tell Finn you want to take things slowly, he'll respect your wishes.
❥Only kissing and hugging, nothing more.
❥But that doesn't take away how startling it is when a kissing session becomes too intense, and just as you feel the warmth cling to your heart and stomach in a tightening squeeze, Finn pulls away from you and acts as if nothing happened, resuming whatever video game you were playing or changing the subject.
❥You know where babies come from and all that basic biology class, but you have yet to personally experience it and are kind of wary of unplanned pregnancies, that's why you told Finn you wanted to take things slow.
❥And he was okay with that, but it didn't stop the growing doubt since you know he's had past encounters with other girls before. "Is he getting frustrated at me cause I'm making him wait?" you'd start asking yourself.
❥Finn is a passionate and outgoing guy who pours his heart into everything he does, whether it's fighting monsters, reading comic books, or simply indulging in his favorite meals. And, given how much he adores you, you're filled with illogical guilt at the thought of preventing Finn from physically expressing his feelings for you.
❥You've already asked him directly. "Finn, are you mad that we haven't done couple things?"
"But we always do couple things."
"No I mean like, tier 15 stuff and all that."
"Oh... Not really.."
❥He's a straightforward and laid-back guy, so it didn't occur to you until lately when, on a day when you didn't feel confident, you pushed yourself to kiss him by placing your hand on his thigh and running it upward. Finn stopped you by holding your hand so he could ask you, "Are you sure you want to do this now?" You try to kiss his neck while saying, "I know you've been dying to-," but Finn is insistent. If there's anything he's learnt from his previous relationship, it's to avoid diving into pleasures on a whim. "It's not about what I want, I'm asking about you." His tone has changed a little bit, especially in light of your earlier question.
❥As self-doubt circles in your thoughts and seeps beyond your eyes, you choose to keep quiet, but Finn squooze-hugs you to his chest. "We don't need to rush anything; I'm pretty happy with you so far. We can do those things when you don't have any more uncertainties in your lovely head."
❥"But what if I do wanna do those things but I want to take it a small step at a time? Like when you taught me how to swim." you bring up. Finn adjusts his hold on you, the two of you were in the middle of a movie night and are currently on the couch. Jake is already asleep and BMO is probably lurking around the treefort but he promised to not peep at you two during visiting hours.
❥"Alright, there's something I can teach ya but we have to keep our voices down. You don't need to take off anything so don't worry, we'll just be using your hands."
❥Finn leans back on the couch's headrest, allowing you to rest on his thighs as he tells you."How about I give you a lesson in Finn-biology?" he chuckles."I can't say no to my favorite subject." you respond. Considering the stories and experiences you've heard from your close friends, you have only a rough idea of what he's considering, but you're nonetheless anxious, intrigued, and interested about it.
❥Finn starts out by smooching you, easing a bit of your nerves as he gently grabs your hand and lowers it down his chest until it reaches his groin, he motions for you to rub him through his shorts, feeling something grow underneath.
❥It's warm, really warm.
❥Finn raises himself from the couch to lower his shorts with his underwear, and you remain silent while watching his half hard dick peeking out from the confines of his baby blue trousers. You temptingly touch his head with the tip of your fingers, unconsciously wrapping more and more of your around around him until he finches a bit, pulling away at the discouragement. "It's okay, it just needs something slick." he assures you. At the mention of it you're unconsciously rubbing your thighs together upon feeling something getting wet downstairs, but you don't bring it up.
❥The attention has Finn squirming in his spot but he continues with the lesson.
"Give me your hand." he asks. When you do he purposely spits on his dick and guides your hand to smear it all over him, amplifying the prominent musky smell coming from him.
"It's sensitive here." he explains in short breaths, hearing his panting picking up the more you run your fingers over the underside of his shaft right where it connects with his pink gland.
❥Once you've gotten the hang of it, Finn releases your hand and lets you try a few more things. What if I squeeze here? What if I touch this tiny hole with my finger? What if I gently squeeze his balls? Finn struggles to form meaningful sentences any longer and is only able to utter things like, "Just like that," "That feels good," and "Wait not like that, there you go... Oh Glob..."
❥It's a hypnotic and undeniably sexy experience, watching him lose himself in his own pleasure to the point where he forgot the reason for this little lesson until he came all over your palm and soiled his own shirt in the process.
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missfunkyhotmess · 1 year
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A good slave
Nanami Kento x female reader
Tags: SMUT, oneshot, professor au, sub!reader, dom!nanami, subdom dynamic, unprotected sex, dry humping, rough sex, sight use of degrading terms, power dynamic, vaginal sex, u protected penetration.
Word count: 2821
Minors DO NOT interact
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Even though you are well aware of the fact that you shouldn't be doing what you're doing at the moment to get his attention, but you couldn't find any better way than this.
You know very well that if you kept failing your tests on purpose, it'll only make him more angry than actually giving you attention. But you longed for his attention so much that you were willing to go this far. You didn't care about the other subjects as you were doing pretty well in those, but when it came to his subject, you were purposefully failing all of them.
Of course because of the needy little attention whore you are, you'd love the slightest or the faintest amount of attention he'd give you when he scolds you in his raspy taming voice in front of the whole class. Even though you're supposed to be feeling embarrassed, you couldn't ignore the burning sensation building up in between your thighs.
You fantasised about getting even just a little of his attention directed only towards you. Since he's your professor of course he needs to give every student equal attention. But you craved for more.
And what did you do for that, fail all his tests on purpose. Nanami was definitely quick enough to catch onto this absurd scheme of yours. That's primarily what you awaited for. He calls you to his office only to give you a bit of attention and send you back on your merry way.
But when you got to his office, this wasn't what was going on and you could tell he wasn't just gonna warn you a bit and send you back, rather there was more to it. And the pent up tension in the air around this gated office room, made you sure of that.
Shoes clicking against the tiled floor after you hear the faintest click of his door, as he makes his way towards you, sitting on the chair facing his wooden desk. He plops down on the leather chair with a sigh slipping past his lips as he brings his chair closer to the table.
Plopping his elbows on the table resting his chin on the back of his palms, he stares directly at you, taking you by surprise even though you were aware of it. He takes a solid few seconds to stare at your startled face before speaking in his usual husky tone of a voice.
"Now tell me what's going on here?"
"About.....what?"
The daggers he throws at you made you realise you fucked up. You knew your professor, Nanami, wasn't the type to take bullshit of attitudes as your reply to him but you still went and did exactly that.
Yes you wanted his full attention, his cock in your pussy, his marks all over your body, but that didn't include making him angry on purpose even though a part you you eagerly wanted to know how that side of him would be.
Taking out your test papers from a drawer on his desk he throws them on to the table for you to see. And you gaze towards it in fear of how to response. Is there even anything left for you to response about at this point?
Both of you are aware of the things he's insinuating towards so without tensing up the situation more than it already is you decide to be frank with your professor.
"S- sorry sir. This won't hap-"
"You're failing them on purpose, aren't you?"
His words hit hard like a knife being dug into your skin. You knew he'd figure out sooner or later, then why are you surprised. Is it because he's actually playing your cards against you?
"No, sir, I- I would not do such things."
"Then tell me, why is it that all your other subjects have flying colours but you're failing only my subject?"
"I- I was uh was um-"
"You know very well there's no point in trying don't you? Just be frank with me."
You didn't dare tell your professor that you're failing them just to get even a dint of his attention. But now there's nothing you can do. You're trapped in here until you tell him exactly what he wants to hear, the truth, or you might never even get to see his face in class.
"Y- yes sir, I failed them on pu- purpose."
"Now, why is that? Even though I might have my own assumptions about it, I want to know what's your reasoning behind it is."
"I- I.....it was a dare, sir."
"Lies." He chuckles. "There's no point in lying cause you know both of us already know the answer. So just tell me the truth."
Heart hammering against your chest as you try to calm the unbearable feeling inside your chest and between your thighs just to be able to reply to him. How pathetic of you to get aroused just by him being a little rough towards you.
Yes you've fantasised about being alone with him, touched yourself thinking about him, even today when he summoned you to this office, a part of you got overwhelmed with emotions knowing you'd get to have his attention all directed towards you only.
But you weren't prepare for him to know exactly the cards you were dealing and using them against you. And you know there's no point in lying, so you just spill the beans.
"Fo- for attention, sir."
"Who's attention?"
"Y- your sir."
Eyes flickering back to your thighs as you try hard no to make eye contact with him. But the stares he's throwing at you makes it impossible for you to do practically anything.
"No one taught you to look at your seniors while speaking?"
You shake your heads left and right as a negative que and slowly turn to face him. Cheeks heated with red dust flushed across as his stares bore deep inside you.
"I- I'm sorry sir. I'll make sure not to fail them again."
"Are you though? Your actions speak otherwise."
Gripping tightly on your skirt as you watch him intently, leaning back against the chair tugging his tie loose from all the exhaustion while he continues to stare at you. Gulping in the desires you immediately shift your gaze from him only to have him raise his voice to tell you to face him.
"If you're so sorry then, show it to me."
"Sorry?"
You ask not having the slightest idea of what he's insinuating while he unbuttons his shirt and spreading his legs as a que for you to understand. And thats when it hits you. You stare at him flushed red.
Of course you fantasised about him throwing you on his wooden desk slamming his fat cock into your tight little pussy while pining you against the desk railing you like a complete beast. Yes you touched yourself thinking about all these things but now that it's actually happening, you're at a loss of words and your body at a complete freeze.
"Come here."
He taps on his thighs, indicating you to follow through as you get up and make your way towards him, stopping in between his thighs. His hands smooth across your bare thighs below your skirt level, softly tracing it to your inner thighs, making you flinch.
"This is what you want, don't you?" He asks palming at his dick in the confines of his pants when you look down at his crotch only to gulp in fear and excitement. Thinking about what he looks like down there, what his size and shape is down there you stare in awe and completely zoned out when his chuckle brings you back to sense.
"So desperate. Are you getting wet just from looking at my dick?"
He states, bringing his hand to your inner thighs while tracing its way slowly towards your clothed sex. A whimper leaves you mouth when he rubs against your clothed clit that was starting to get filthy wet by every stroke of his finger against it.
Your eyes screw shut to the sensation down below as your thighs try to shut close trembling a little but he makes sure to spread you legs apart whilst rubbing against your greedy cunt.
"Here. Sit here."
He taps on his thigh as you slowly bring yourself on his thigh sitting down when a shock of pleasure makes you shiver a little the second you clit comes in contact with his thigh. Nanami picks it up as he grabs on your ass and rolls your hips on his thigh earning a moan from you.
"Hump on me. If you manage not to cum until I tell you to, maybe I'll consider rewarding you."
Eyes glossy radiating lust as you nod your head uncontrollably to his words and start dry humping yourself against his muscular thighs. His hands rest on the arm rest as he relaxes himself and looks at you desperately humping on his thigh wanting to feel the pleasure and cum soon, but holding back for his reward.
"Look at you humping like a bitch in heat. You want my cock that bad?"
"Y- yes, sir, please."
"Then you gotta work for it. Go on."
The eagerness and desperation piling up inside you as you start humping a little faster than before trying to feel the pleasure of at least being able to touch him. Hands on his shoulders as they grip tightly trying to latch onto something, anything as the pressure in your stomach keeps building up with every stroke.
His cologne bores into you as your head plops down on his shoulder even though you aren't sure if he'll like you being this comfortable and feeling pleasure at the same time. But miraculously enough he doesn't say anything.
But what's mesmerising is how his cock starts bulging in his pants slightly which you notice and subconsciously your hands make their way to his crotch but a slap on your wrist makes you back of when you realise this isn't your fantasy world.
Its real and actually happening.
"Dont get too greedy. Be happy I even gave you this much. Otherwise you won't get what your working so hard for."
"Y- yes sir."
Voice quivering as you feel your orgam rolling closer and closer but you hold yourself back with trembling legs and shivering body which he notices and to make it even worse he slowly traces his hands on your back beneath your top inside.
"Tell me. Did you touch yourself while thinking about me hm?"
"Yes s- sir."
"Such a filthy little creature you are. Having nasty thoughts and deeds over a professor."
The seriousness and dominance in his voice makes you feel tiny and helpless while you continue to hump on his thigh overstimulating yourself. Slight tears forming in your eyes as you sniffle a bit.
And not long after, your professor picks you up by the ass and slams you down on the table as your back hits hard on the wooden rough surface. Flipping you over, he puts your skirt over your hip as you hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.
Soon you feel his complete hard cock rubbing against you ass. He grinds a few times against your ass before he slams his fact cock into your tight pussy burning the inside wholly. You feel as his cock stretch the inside of your pussy so much so that it becomes hard for you to support yourself.
His cock is so much better than what you originally fantasised about and his hip work is so much better than those in your mindless fantasies. Hip slamming roughly inside your tight cunny increasing both the pain and pleasure inside your aching walls.
Hand grabbing your neck, pinning you down onto the desk. Muffled cries, groans and chains of curses were all that were being heard in this confined place as your professor keeps fucking you over the edge. Body still sensitive from the edging as waves of pleasure rolls over your body with every single thrust.
"You know what we're doing is wrong, don't you? But you're still taking my cock in so eagerly." He scoffs while his rough hands grab tightly onto your loose hair forming a slight stinging sensation on your scalp pulling your head back but not all the way.
"I doubt you failed all of your test just for a cramp of my attention. Its my dick that you originally wanted didn't you?"
You try to form a full sentence but it was that much hard to do so as you feel his cock split you in half with every single time his crotch aligns with your hip. Every thrust from his cock in your pussy kept uncoiling the knot in your stomach bringing you closer to you oragsm.
And thats when you feel a strong tug on your hair pulling you all the way to his chest as he growls in your ear making your supporting knees give out but he holds you in place.
"Speak up. Didn't I ask you something?Tell me what is it that you actually wanted?"
"Y- your cock sir. Your fat cock in my throbbing pussy si- angh."
"Tch. What a dirty slut you are spreading you legs to your professor just like that."
Whimpers were all that made way past your pursed lips as you tried hard to hold you voice down. It is currently school time and the campus is swarmed with students and teacher but here you are, a dirty little attention whore, fucking your professor.
You felt the pressure in your stomach grow as the tip touches your cervix perfectly with every rough thrust being thrust inside your greedy cunny. And you clamping down on him made him realise so.
"Sir- pl- please, sir. I wanna cum. Can I cum?"
A strong sting forms on your ass cheek to your words as you realise thats him slapping hard against your soft butt cheeks. An angry growl from him made you scared to the bones thinking what might happen now when he speaks.
"Can you cum what?" It took you a minute to understand but you catch onto quick.
"Can I cum please, sir?"
"Now that's a good girl. Yes you can cum now."
Just by his words your pussy gushes out cumming all over his dick when he doesn't even stop to let you cum rather thrusts more into you but sloppily. That's when you realise he's close as you clamp down on him.
"You've been a good girl listening to everything I said. So here's your reward."
And you feel him release his thick hot milk inside your walls painting your inside white and he keeps thrusting until he's milked his cock dry of cum inside your unprotected pussy. The warm feeling of him shooting his cum inside your pussy fills you up as you both pant for air letting go of the exhaustion.
He pulls away and puts his pants back on as you do the same after having him help you down from the desk cause of how much your body was exhausted and how shaky your legs were. Tapping on your skirt once last time you turn to face him as he speaks.
"Dont fail your tests cause I won't take that bullshit anymore and will have authority change your professor instead if you do so."
You keep your eyes down to the ground both from respect and also the overwhelming feeling piling inside your stomach to the thought that you actually got to get your professor dick burried balls deep inside your pussy. You only nod in reply.
"And also focus on class, and if you have any questions, come see me at my office." Your gaze immediately shoots to meet his fierce eyes as you can see through his gaze exactly what he means when you again nod in reply.
And before you could walk away from the desk and out the door fixing your clothes properly, he walks up in front of you and stops you before leaning down onto your ears only to whisper.
"But after hours, of course."
And sends you on your merry way as you sink in the feeling and thoughts of what just happened now with a flustered smile plastered across your face.
But what you failed to notice was the smirk that creeped up on his face as well as he thought to himself about how he'd like to fuck you again another time. Cause he couldn't deny he loved the way your dirty pussy clenched around his fat cock without any hesitation, without any shame.
He just loved the shamelessness of your attitude when you let him do anything with you like his little slave. And he thought to himself once last thing.
You'd make a good slave.
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midnightdevotion · 2 years
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Hard Days
Request: "Come here and let me hold you"
Pairings: Hangman x reader
Tag list is open
Requests are open
a/n: this is really just cutesy fluff of a new relationship, I hope you guys like it!
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It was one of those goddamn days. You knew it would be from the moment you woke up, your phone didn't charge so your alarm didn't go off and that left you scrambling to get to work on time.
You didn't have time to pack a lunch and definitely didn't get a good breakfast unless a stale protein bar that your boyfriend left on the coffee table counts as good. On top of that, you had a stressful day at work, constantly rushing to put out the next fire, you seriously could not catch a single break today.
You sigh in relief when you see the clock hit 5:00, shoulders sagging and a slight throb in your temple, a forewarning of the tension headache that's been impending all day. You're on autopilot when you leave the building and make your way home. In fact, you are so out of it that you pull into the driveway of your cute little house you don't even notice that your boyfriend's car is there too. So when you walk in and you hear some song by Dan and Shay playing, you almost panic.
Wracking your brain to remember if you had plans tonight or not and not coming up with anything.
"Babe that you?" you hear none other than the devastatingly handsome Jake Seresin yell from the kitchen.
"Uh- yeah did we.. did we have plans tonight?" you furrowed your brow. The ever adorable pilot sticks his head around the corner grinning. "Nope we didn't but one of your coworkers... uh charlotte I think called this afternoon and said you were having a rough day, so I figured I'd treat my girl"
Maybe it's the way he's grinning at you, or maybe it's the overwhelming amount of love you are feeling for this absolute perfect man, or maybe it's just everything from the day hitting you at once but you start crying. You can see the panic in Jake's eyes when he registers what is happening, and if you weren't in the midst of a break down it would probably make you laugh. You watched as his head disappeared for a moment before his whole body emerged around the corner, as he makes his way to you.
"babygirl what's wrong" his hands are cupping your cheeks and his green eyes are staring into your red tearful ones. You don't really know how to answer, embarrassed that you are crying at all. So you just focus on his thumbs that are wiping away tears so gently on your face.
"How bout this, I will finish cooking dinner, and you can just come hang out with me then after we eat I will draw you a nice bath and we can relax that sound good?" and you are so grateful that this man knows when you arent ready to talk about things and doesn't push the subject. So you nod at his suggestion and he grins and picks you up.
"Jake what!-" his laughter cuts you off
"what part of my girl is going to relax tonight made you think I will allow you to lift a single finger... or foot for that matter" you shake your head as he sets you on the counter, continuing to make what looks like lasagne.
You two fall into a comfortable silence, you watching the way his muscles move as he moves around the kitchen making dinner and the way his tongue pokes out as he's laying the noodles in the casserole dish. It takes about an hour for dinner to be done and another twenty for you two to finish eating. Jake true to his word, cleans up dinner and carries you up the stairs so you can go to your tub.
You watch as he diligently fills the tub, you know he tried to hide it but you counted him checking the temperature four times. He must've really thought ahead because he pulls out a grocery bag from under the sink and starts pouring in some bubble bath and a lovely coconut scent fills the room.
"Okay love, your relaxing bath is ready, let me know when you are done and I'll carry you downstairs and we can cuddle on the couch and watch whatever movie you want-- yes even that one about the town that doesn't dance" you laugh at his words but your heart is just filled with so much love.
"Jake... will you get in with me?" your voice is fairly quiet and you watch his expression go from focused to one that you could only refer to as adoration.
"Of course sweetheart" and jake helps you down from the bathroom counter, even helping you get undressed and helping you into the tub. You watch him get undressed, and he definitely throws a wink your way. He climbs in behind you and for the first time all day, you feel yourself relax when your back hits his chest.
"I-I'm sorry for crying earlier, it was just a really overwhelming day and then I came home and you were being so sweet and it just... happened" you can feel the blood heat up your face because that was the first time you cried in front of your boyfriend of 4 months.
"Darling, you never need to apologize for crying, while everything in me screams to protect you from anything that can hurt you, crying is human nature and I'll always be here to wipe away the tears." and what you say next isn't planned at all, in fact if you had absolutely any critical thinking skills left you probably wouldn't have said it.
"I love you so much Jake Seresin" and once they are actually out of your mouth you freeze, and you can't see his face but you definitely feel him tense up.
"Rooster is going to give me so much shit that you said it first" and it takes you a second to process what he means, laying your head back on his chest so you can look up at him. He's already grinning down at you, eyes shining so bright.
"y/n I love you so much more" he finally says the words back and you can't help but feel giddy inside.
You guys are in the bath for another hour, till the water starts to get cold. He wraps you up in a big fluffy robe before keeping his promise from before and he carries you back down the stairs to watch "that dancing movie".
When you see an array of your favorite snacks on the coffee table you grin up at him. "Who knew big bad hangman was such a softie" He has the faintest smile on his face, just glad you are feeling better and back to being yourself.
"Oh shut up, just come here and let me hold you dammit" and you laugh but you do just that and crawl on top of the muscled aviator. You two snuggle for hours, staying up watching movies you know jake isn't crazy about, and sure, maybe before your day wasn't so great, but if every bad day ended like this, you'd sign up for it every day.
Taglist: @alanadetigy
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aesterblaster · 1 year
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No Good Family Dinners Here (2)
Summary: The meeting the parents via family dinner trope but y/n has a shitty family (gender neutral) , Part One linked here
Characters included: Kenyu, Reo and Kaiser
Songs: Worst Case Scenerio / The Hoosiers // SAD / Lemon Demon // I Guess / Sweatcult
Warnings: gets kinda dark or heavy at some parts, abuse and neglect mentioned (to be specific mental abuse during Kenyu's section, financial and physical abuse during Reo's and physical plus emotional neglect during Kaiser's), not proofread
Tagging: @strawberrymilk4u @maozne18 @effulgentfireflies @kryptic-krab
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Kenyu was still trying to decide on which shoes he'd wear to meet your parents. At this point it was between his dressier, but admittedly much more uncomfortable, double strap dress shoes or his slightly scuffed yet soft loafers. It was clear, it was time for a second opinion. "(Y/N)! Which of these look better to you?" He really wasn't the type to be this indecisive, but when it came to something as important as meeting his possible in-laws Yukimiya couldn't help but second guess himself. No answer. "(Y/N)?"
For a moment he swore he heard you crying. Before he could go to check on you though, you responded. "The loafers look good, you look great. Really." You thought it ironic that your dashing, model and famous soccer player of a boyfriend was acting insecure. It was you who felt insecure, always questioning if you deserved him or if he'd up and leave you one day... And now you two were off to meet the people who installed that mindset in you.
When you arrived, you made sure they saw Kenyu first. Your parents greeted him with loud gasps and firm handshakes, and they simply kept the door open for you. They were taken with him as soon as he offered to help set the table. You watched him pull out all of his charm and desperately wished he'd save it for someone better. Saved it for someone who actually deserved his kindness and smile. Of course, your boyfriend on the other hand was just content that they didn't point out that his shoes were scuffed.
"Gosh, you're so professional at first I thought you were some new therapist (Y/N) hired!" your mother gushed after all of you were seated with food on your plate. Kenyu raised an eyebrow and glanced over at you. "Oh, did they not tell you? They insist that they need to spend all this money on these, these councilers but none of them ever work out. We still try to meet every one of them though, just to make sure they aren't a bad influence."
You almost choked on your water. Kenyu similarly wasn't all too good at keeping what he was feeling under wraps. The sudden change in tone and cadence hadn't gone unnoticed. It was like walking in a forest and suddenly falling into a sink hole. "Hang on you, uh, meet them- ?"
"I think it's a waste of time too." your dad chimed in, cutting him off. There was a small silence after that, only the sound of silverware against plates echoed through the room. Yukimiya dug deep and changed the subject. You didn't know how but even after that he managed to get your parents all wrapped up in a conversation about how he balanced soccer and his modeling carrer. Eventually he used the leverage he gained with them to excuse the both of you. Claiming it was getting late (It was only about 7:30 pm.) and by some miracle your parents agreed, letting you two go. For a minute, you were convinced he actually liked your parents.
As soon as you asked what he thought of them though he unloaded, running his hands through his hair as he groaned, "God, they were fucking insufferable! I'm sorry. I know you probably love them but that was rough! I had to get us outta there before my head exploded. I'm never going back there, I hope you know that." You started giggled, and soon it turned into a full on laughing session. He laughed with you for a while. "But really, they clearly don't really...respect you. I hope you know I do though." You nodded quietly, wondering what you did to earn a boyfriend who could turn your tears to laughter.
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Reo already hated your parents before he ever sat down at their table. He was a man of strong convictions and you telling him about how they greedily took your allowance away for 7 months after you simply forgot to do a few chores gave him a pretty strong opinion of them. You also told him in passing about how often you visited the school nurse when you were younger with scrapes and bruises you were unable to explain away. He was astounded when he learned that you didn't fully understand how bank accounts worked or that you didn't need to be punished for every mistake.
He was even more agast when your parents managed to get in touch with you after some tabloid took a photo of you with him. As much as Reo enjoyed his life in the spotlight, he wished he could keep you safe from it. He still remembered how shaken you were when you showed him a photo some celebrity stalker snapped of you two. Admittedly, you looked great in it, the sun hitting you at just the right angles, your clothes matching his beautifully. Almost as soon as the photo was published, Reo's social media was flooded with jealous fangirls and yours with scathing accusations related to you guessed it, whether or not you were just a gold digger.
Your parents, though, they didn't see any of it as a negative just big green dollar signs. So here you were, in their house with Reo Mikage. You held onto his arm tightly, seeing your dad smile like that was starting to freak you out. "So, where'd you meet them?" he asked the same way an excited child would ask a stranger where they found their lost kitten.
"It's a long story." Unfortunately your boyfriend hated small talk. Normally he'd grit his teeth through it, but he was always a bit of a hedonist and there was, to him at least, no reason to hide that here. Pain or pleasure, that was also the stick and carrot technique your mom and dad used on you. You could barely touch your plate, honestly.
Your parents continued to try and milk their time with the billionaire. They had even used some sort of freshener that made the whole house smell like apple pie. It was nothing like the home you left when you went off to collage, or the one you miserably returned to when you needed more money for the next semester. They even turned your bedroom into an office space.
"I hope she isn't giving you much trouble, really. I know that both me and their father were so worried after not hearing from (Y/N) for such a long time. I'm glad they found you though, haha, no longer begging us for anymore money huh?" your mother said, shooting a pointed glare your way that you didn't meet. But you could feel yourself gaining confidence, just a bit, by sitting next to Reo. It was radiating off of him. What to you was controlling and downright terrifying was just pointless chatter to him that he barely bothered to answer. He was always eager to make you as comfortable as possible and hearing these, these people he'd never even met before talk to you like this was wearing on him.
"(Y/N), I believe I have a meeting to attend soon, and I don't know exactly how you're feeling but.... What do you think we should do?" You glanced up at him and met his gaze. You knew damn well that he could tell them off himself, tell them about how this was clearly going nowhere and just a grab to get you to talk to them again. But he wanted you to do it.
"We should leave." That's all Reo needed to hear.
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Kaiser wasn't exactly the model boyfriend to bring to a family dinner. And that was exactly why you were dragging him out to your parents house now. You stared at the house for a long, long time. This wasn't the same house you'd lived in your whole life. It was nicer, they clearly did some upgrades. You'd warned your parents ahead of time about how you were coming over with "company" so you hoped they prepared a decent dinner. Just in case though, you brought a few dishes from a nearby restaurant
You were pleasantly surprised that the owner still recognized you. Although, you were far from the malnourished kid that used to skip the first period of school to help around at their place for cash. You prided yourself on that, how well you were doing now, in a loving relationship and much more stable. So, why were you back? That question rang in the back of your mind like a sad echo, but you pushed it away.
"Are we going to just sit in front of the door forever?" Kaiser groaned. You were nowhere near the door, he meant in the car but he forgot the word for car again. If there was one more thing you could say you were pleased with yourself for it would be convincing Kaiser to actually start practicing English again after he abandoned it in high school (You two had a bet on who could master who's language first, so far you were losing but at least you remembered the word for car). You shook your head before opening the passenger side door with a flourish and with that you two were off.
"....(Y/N)? You can stop, if they come they come." You didn't even realize how many times you knocked until Kaiser made his comment with a small chuckle. He had to admit that he might be more annoyed than you if they didn't show, he worked extra hard on his eyeliner today. But, just as you were about to turn around and walk away the door swung open.
"Oh! Hey, (Y/N)...long time no see." your mother said with a small smile as she let you and Kaiser in. "And who's this?"
"It's Kaiser, Micheal Kaiser." he hummed doing a small hair flip before shaking your mom's hand. She was more weirded out than anything and some selfish part of you wanted her to care that you brought this tattooed loud man into her house. Wanted her to look at you with that "What in the fresh hell" look you'd seen so many other moms give on those dating tv shows when their kid ran off with someone they didn't approve of. But all she said was,
"Oh, ok. Come on in."
The dinner didn't last long. There wasn't that much food to go around anyway, even with the extra dishes you brought, your mom just ended up squirreling them away into the fridge. You let her. Kaiser got along with your father well enough just because of all the strange stories he had under his belt. It was a strange mix of apathy and faked intrigue. You knew that your parents really didn't care all that much what you were doing or who you were dating. They didn't in your childhood, why would they now? If there was one thing Kaiser couldn't handle though, it was apathy.
After all, he was a damn star, a famous athlete and a main character in this little family dinner setting. You were the other lead, interesting, intelligent, witty. And your parents were a dull, rude audience. Not to mention that in the past they were villans, leaving you with unfit attire throughout your childhood and a sore lack of attention. Something Micheal didn't realize the true sorrow of until he was sitting in that cramped dining room with you. Watching your parents give one word responses or non related questions to all of your accomplishments. Their behavior was absolutely stifling, no one could entertain in this setting. He threw his napkin on the table before turning to you, "(Y/N), why don't we take a quick trip back to the, the.."
"Car."
"And not return?"
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Come Away With Me
Jey Uso x Nikki (OC)
Warnings: 18+
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Part 4
When I woke up that morning I was feeling much improved. I didn't want to open my eyes just yet and snuggled deeper into the covers. I could feel Josh's warmth as he lay next to me, he was finally able to sleep on his stomach again. Being a little bold, I pressed my cheek to his bicep and smiled as he moaned in his sleep. He rolled over, pulling me into his arms he draped my arm across his toned stomach. My eyes opened instantly. He must have been awake too as he was gently rubbing the finger that wore the ring he'd given me. "Just enjoy it." He says, his voice rough with sleep. I bit my lip and closed my eyes.
Just enjoy it… did he know me at all? I was a consummate overthinker, I couldn't remember the last time I'd freely "enjoyed" anything in my life.
"You feelin' better?" He asks, interrupting my over thinking. I nodded against his skin. "Good. Hope it's over, that shit was rough."
"I'm sorry."
"You don't have to apologize, I know you didn't wanna get sick. Besides, it's not the first time I've watched you puke your guts out… or the fifth or sixth."
"Yeah, yeah." I reply, playfully hitting his stomach.
Truthfully, I think we both needed this. Nothing sexual, just to be held. I craved the intimacy more than sex. He was repeatedly picking my hair and letting a few strands fall softly on my back. I was trying so hard not to make it obvious that I was enjoying this. "You reminded me of something last night." he says, pausing to gather his thoughts, "you reminded me of what I was like before all of this." He says, vaguely gesturing his hand in the air. All of this meaning wrestling I assumed. "This business consumes you."
I leaned my head back so that I could see his face. He was staring blankly out the picture window, barely blinking. After the situation with his ex and his brother he probably didn't have anyone that he could turn to. A pang of sadness in my chest made me squeeze him a little tighter. He seemed to relax a little and turned to look at me.
"Can I ask you something?"
He nodded, encouraging me to continue. "I'm not sure how you'll take this but I'm just curious. Do you think she turned to him because he's basically you?"
"What does that mean?"
"You're a twin. Jon and Josh are basically the same person." I say, sitting up and abandoning his warmth so I could explain myself. "It's like, when we were in school and you were doing something and couldn't hang out with me, I'd find Jon because it was almost like being with you. You sound the same, you looked the same, same mannerisms. So it was almost like he was a substitute for you. My mind knew the difference but my heart was like, okay Jon will do for the moment. Does that make sense?"
"Kinda."
"I'm not excusing what they did. I'm just wondering if that's why."
"But we're not the same person."
"I know that. You're completely different in so many ways."
"It was still fucked up. I was just doing my job, providing that big house she had to have and that Range Rover she wanted."
"I get it. Listen, you're a good man, I know that we haven't been in each other's lives for a while but I know who you really are." The look on his face was pained. This was a heavy subject for nine in the morning. "We don’t have to talk about this, we're here on vacation, I'm feeling better, you're moving around a little better. I’m sorry for bringing it up." I pulled the cover back to examine his knee. "And I think I can take your staples out today." I informed him, turning back to see an amused look on his face. "What?"
"You. That's what."
"What does that mean?" I ask, crossing my arms.
He shook his head, that little smirk he always did played on his face. "I forgot how much I missed you. Got so busy that I let you- let our friendship get away."
A little slip of the tongue Mr. Fatu?
"How did I end up in your shirt?"
"One of those trips to the bathroom, you didn't quite make it." He says sweetly as he twirled the end of my hair around his finger.
"Well, that's embarrassing. Thank you for taking care of me."
"You took care of me for two years, I'm simply repaying the favor."
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"Now be still!" I say, popping him on his thigh as I tried to take the staples out of his knee. "Ouch. You're so mean." He says, kicking me with his other foot as he sat on top of the kitchen island. "I'm trying to make you feel better, jackass. You are the whiniest patient in the world. You know, I took Seth Rollins staples out when he had ACL and MCL surgery and he didn't even flinch!" I reply, trying to get a rise out of him. "Fuck him. He didn't watch you butcher that frog in Biology now did he? So, excuse me if I'm a little nervous, woman!'
"Kiss my ass!" I said, laughing. He was right though, I totally butchered that poor frog. "I was all up in this knee during surgery and you had no idea, so hush! Would you like me to knock you out so you don't feel anything, you big baby?"
"Yeah, whatcha got?"
"These hands motherfucker!"
At this point he was laughing so hard that he forgot I was popping the large metal staples apart. "See, all done."
He gives me his infamous death stare, "Still hurt."
"Is that face supposed to scare me? Do you use that to intimidate your opponents? Do they shake in fear?"
"Damn, I forgot how mean you were. And yes, they shake in fear. All men fear me!"
"Glad I'm not a man then." I reply sarcastically, sticking my tongue out at him.
"Girl… you better be glad I've only got one good leg because when I can run, I'm gonna whoop that ass."
"Bring it on big boy."
"Don't say I didn't warn you..."
"You know where to find me. Now, does mommy need to help you down off the counter?" I ask, holding my hands out to him like he was a baby.
"I'm gonna fuck you up Russo." He replies, doing his best to get down without my assistance.
With a wink, I replied, "Hmmm, that sounds fun." and took off running through the house knowing that he'd never catch me. He was doing better and able to walk without the aid of the crutches. I stood quietly in the den, staring out at the crystal clear water, knowing he'd hobble in eventually. I'd been waiting for him to recover a little more before we went to the actual beach because the sand would be tough for him to walk through. "Ahh!" I screamed as he grabbed my sides. I felt his breath on my neck as he leaned into me, "Payback's a bitch baby." I swung around to meet his gaze, "Can't wait." And took off running again.
"Don't make me chase you all over this house." He yells.
"How about you chase me down to the beach in about ten minutes?" I yell back, closing my bedroom door.
I heard a familiar grunt about five minutes after I sat down in my beach chair. I knew he was trying to make the last step off the wooden stairs. I so badly wanted to offer my help but he would be too stubborn to take it if I did. He eventually sits down next to me. "Oh no, you caught me." I say, faking a shocked expression. He snorts, "I'm not finished with you." Then shakes a finger at me and winks. "You won't see it coming."
Handing him a beer from my pink cooler, he pops the top and chugs a few drinks. "I've been wanting to come down here since we got here." He tells me, pushing his feet through the sand. "Yeah, this is the reason I come here every year. It's so peaceful and no one is around to be loud or obnoxious like you have on the Florida beaches." I leaned my head against the chair and drank up the hot sun.
"Ahh " He says, finishing his beer. "So you said you operated on Colby?"
"Who's Colby?"
"Seth Rollins."
"Ohhh. Yeah. I did probably two years ago before the pandemic bullshit."
"Who else have you operated on or can you tell me?"
"Um, several football players, lots of soccer players, some basketball and several of your people. Actually as a whole, wrestlers do tend to have less injuries than other sports."
"Oh… well that's cool. Ever date any of them?"
"Huh? Oh no. That is strictly against policy. Besides, have you ever wanted to date any of your doctors?"
"Well considering most of mine are old white dudes, no I haven't."
I rolled my eyes and handed him another drink. "My point exactly!"
"But you're a hot young thang. Not an old white dude."
I pushed my sunglasses down into the bridge of my nose and looked at him. "Well, patients generally don't see Doctors that way."
"Well, your last man did."
"He was also a Doctor. And before you ask, the break-up was mutual. He wanted to move to Chicago because Alabama just wasn't "big enough" for him."
"I found that all the best things come from Alabama."
I wasn't going to touch that comment.
As I applied sunscreen later that afternoon, he turned to look at me. "I can't tell you the last time I wore that stuff."
"That's because I burn and you just get darker and more beautiful."
He smiled from behind his sunglasses. "Don't be hatin'. I'll give you a little bit of this if you want it." He replies, rubbing his hands all over his chest. I stood up, tossing the sunscreen into my chair. "That's the problem, I've never wanted a little bit of anything in my life."
What was wrong with a little harmless flirting? He wasn't looking for a relationship or love according to him. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
"Girl…" I heard his low flirtatious growl as I walked into the water. I know it was a dangerous game to be playing but damn was it fun.
I was certain that he'd fallen asleep in the chair as I walked along the water's edge, bending over occasionally to pick up a pretty shell. I stood staring at him for a moment, he'd changed so much since College yet not at all.
"What are you starin' at girl?"
"I'm trying to figure that out myself." I say, running toward him and kicking a little sand on his legs.
"Oh, it's back on now." He says standing up.
"Gotta catch me first!" I yell from the steps.
"You gon' be sorry when I do!"
I sauntered into the house as he slowly made his way up the three steps. Raul was already in the kitchen preparing our dinner. "Hi Raul!" I said, happily as I skipped past him. I heard Josh greet him as well, I stopped at my door to listen.
"Hello Mr. Jey Uso."
Josh laughed, "You can call me Josh, man, It's cool."
"Are you enjoying your visit to my beautiful country?"
"It's been amazing. Wish my leg was better but I'm getting there."
"Looks like Miss. Nikki is happy, she is so sweet and funny. Did you notice that her little nose crinkles up when she laughs."
"For as long as I've known her." Josh replies.
"Looks like she is taking good care of you."
"Always has. Oh, speaking of that. Um, I just found out she's allergic to Walnuts. She was sick all night after dinner."
"Oh, dios mio!" Raul exclaims. He always was a little dramatic. "I am so sorry Mr. Josh, I feel so terrible. I didn't know!"
"It's cool man. She's better now, no more walnuts though please."
"I will make a note."
I stepped into my room with a smile on my face.
“You beat me to dinner for a change.” I say, sliding the glass door open. He turned at the sound of my voice and smiled. He reaches over and pulls my chair out for me. “Thanks.” I reply, with a wink. Raul brought in fajitas for us, then profusely apologized for making me sick last night.
“I talked to him. Let him know that you’re allergic to walnuts.” Josh tells me. I sipped my peach margarita, a new concoction that Raul had come up with and thanked Josh. “I am starving!” I say, sas Josh scooped some of the sizzling chicken onto my plate. “I was afraid to eat anything today so, let’s cross our fingers.”
As we shared our meal, the outside speakers began to play music, I could only suspect Raul. Josh and I looked at one another and I rolled my eyes. “Raul fancies himself a romantic.” I say, taking a bite of my chicken. Josh pushes his chair back and holds out his hand, “May I have this dance?” I raised my eyebrows and took his hand, surprised by his actions. Having danced with him at many parties in school, I could tell you that we were both terrible slow dancers.
We swayed to the rhythmic music as best we could with his bum knee. He held me close, one arm around my waist and the other holding my hand. His cologne was a whisper on his skin, just enough to smell but not be overpowering; I breathed in the musky scent and closed my eyes. Just as I opened them he dipped me back, holding me over the pool. "Remember when I said I was going to get you back?" He whispers roughly.
"I swear to God if you drop me in this pool…"
"What are you gonna do? Huh?" He asks, leaning me a little further back.
"Don't play with me Josh!"
"I ain't playin'."
"If I'm going in, you're coming with me! Josh, stop!" I squealed through our laughter. I knew he wouldn't drop me but I wasn't letting on. "I'll fall backwards, you'll be wet too! Don't tempt me."
"I'm not scared of you little girl." He says as he stands us back up. "Thank you." I say, trying to walk around him. He suddenly grabs me and throws me into the water.
I squeezed the water out of my hair as I walked up the steps of the pool, he sat laughing at the table, casually eating his dinner. "You cold or just happy to see me?" He shouts across the way. I looked down at my hard nipples and said, "Just cold. Thanks." His face dropped, if he thought I was about to give him that satisfaction, he was dead ass wrong. I twisted the bottom of my white, now sheer, soaking wet sundress trying to get out as much water as I could and sat back down at my seat, picking up my fork as if nothing had happened.
He clears his throat, "You got nothin' to say?"
"Nope." I wasn't mad, I just wasn't going to let on.
"Well." he huffed.
"Well."
He leans in smirking, "I can see your tits through your dress."
I leaned in even closer, my lips mere centimeters from his, "Must be your lucky night."
His lips touched mine lightly, "We'll see."
I cut my eyes at him as he continued to eat. He knew I'd come for him, he just didn't know when. I finished my food without a word and calmly stood up, taking my plate into the kitchen. Raul was still there cleaning up the last of his mess. "Oh my. What happened?" He asks, throwing a dish towel over his shoulder. I laughed, "Josh." He nodded, knowingly. "I see. And you like this Mr. Josh?" I contemplated the question for a moment, of course I liked Josh, he felt like home. That old comfortable security blanket that you just couldn't get rid of no matter how worn out or old it was. But that was nineteen, twenty year old Josh. Not mid-thirties, famous wrestler Josh.
"I can tell by the way you're thinking that you do. I know these things, I know love." He says, looking down at me. "And you're in love with that man." Suddenly my mouth felt very dry, "I need a drink." I say, reaching for the pitcher of peach margaritas he'd prepared earlier that night. "Careful, don't let that alcohol cloud your judgment." Raul warned. I swiped the pitcher and a glass from the counter and sauntered into my room.
I peeled the still soaking wet dress from my body and tossed it onto the floor of the bathroom and turned the faucet on in the large bath tub. Grabbing my tablet and my drink I slid into the inviting warm water. I was always a bath kinda girl, something about the deep water and bubbles just seemed to wash everything away. I typed my code into the tablet and did something I hadn't done in years, I Googled Josh, having this urge to see what his life had been about all those years that I'd missed. Scrolling through picture after picture of him and his twin, seeing all their reincarnations of "The Usos" through the years tickled me. From face paint when they first started to what they were today, part of the “Bloodline” with their cousin Joe; it made me proud that they'd followed their dream and succeeded. He had been tag team champion eight times in his career. I clicked the back button and searched for his Ex-wife, I needed to know what she looked like. I wasn't surprised when I saw a beautiful African American woman in the pictures with him. She was lovely and their two boys were equally as handsome as their father. A knock on the door interrupted my research.
"Nikki."
"Go away." I shouted, laughing to myself.
"No!"
"Fine, stand there."
I giggled and continued to look at pictures of his life. It was amazing to see him through the years, but it made me realize I was not cut out to be famous. If you Googled me all you'd see was my LinkedIn profile and my picture on the Practice's website. As I sipped my drink I started to watch YouTube videos of his matches. He and Jon were amazing together, there was no denying that.
"Let me in woman!"
"Nope."
"Are you mad?
I didn't reply. He eventually walked away and I continued my journey into his life.
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hi sleepyowl. I wanna share my writing for fun but I'm scared its really bad and no one is gonna read it. do u have advice on how to just go for it anyway? like ots not like for money or anything just for fun. and it's still rough like not even a second draft but tbh I don't think I'll polish it, i feel like it's "done" the way it is
Go for it anyway.
That's what I had to do, and it's the hardest and easiest thing. Sharing your art in an early stage or in a very imperfect form feels super scary before you've ever done it, but the only way to get past that is to have done it. So do it.
But there are some things you can do to alleviate the stress of posting it:
1. Clarify the stage you're in. I always mention the draft an excerpt is from, or say that I'm just brainstorming facts about the world, or add that the information is subject to change as the wip progresses. You can give yourself from breathing room just by letting everyone know where you are in a project.
2. Play tag games. Most people leave open tags on their games, myself included, and you can pick one up and share things within the safety of the rules of that particular tag game. It gives you a framework to lean on.
3. If this is all the editing you're going to do on something, that's fine! You can say that too. "This is a little something I wrote for fun" is a very valid reason that writeblr is familiar with and accepts.
"Good writing" is a very soft and ambiguous term, just like "bad writing" is. Rather than thinking of your writing in terms of good or bad, think of it along a spectrum of what you hoped to accomplish with it.
Did you have fun writing it? Does it evoke or portray the emotions you want it to? Does it give you joy it read it back through?
You're a reader, too, and there are a million tiny preferences held by various readers, but a lot more general sorts, and the chances of finding a reader ready to consume what you've written is high.
In my experience, writeblr doesn't go out of its way to tell anybody their writing is terrible. The worst that could happen is that nobody reads it. Which has happened to me, too. And that bums you out, but you've still done what you set out to do.
You want to share your writing. Go for it. If nobody reads it, nobody reads it. Hut you shared it, and that is an excellent accomplishment.
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Lights, Camera....Action (Teaser)
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Pairing: Photographer! Jungkook x Model! Reader
Genre: Smut.
Au: Strangers to Lovers au
Warning: Curse words, smut.
Smut Warning: *clears throat* this is going to be a lot. Rough sex, putting up a show in front of camera, she is asked to spread her you know what with her fingers to give a proper view, she calls Jungkook Mr. Jeon because 😏, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (do NOT do this), tit slapping, spitting, oral (f), oral (m), nipple teasing, he cums on her face and tits, creampie, tit sucking, manhandling, overstimulation. Might have missed a few things, in case of which, I will add them, when the fic is completed. Just basically, the whole kinky shit.
Rating: 18+
Word Count: For the teaser, 1.5K.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is one of the top photographers in the country. You, are one of the top models in the country. Your agencies think if the two of you were to work together it would be one the biggest collaborations in recent times.
And so you do.
But the collaboration that is supposed to be him clicking your pictures, turns into a collaboration of a whole different kind.
A/N: I uploaded this yesterday but there was something wrong with the post ig. I couldn't edit it neither would it show up on the tags. Hence, this is me re-uploading this. Also, this is a part of the draft. The scene is subject to minor changes.
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The moment you walk into the set, you realise that the atmosphere is pretty different from what you're used to. It's much....quieter.
There isn't the usual hustle and bustle you get to experience and feel regularly. There isn't a group of people assigned for each piece of equipment. Neither is there the usual low murmur that makes the set feel alive. 
It's calm.
But you decide that you like it.
"Miss Y/L/N?" A feminine voice calls out for you.
"That would be me, yes," you reply with a humble smile on your face.
The lady nods at you. "Please come this way. Mr. Jeon has been waiting for you."
Mr. Jeon as in Jeon Jungkook.
You see, your and Jungkook's agencies thought that it would be a good idea to bring the top model and the top photographer in the country together. A little collaboration that is sure to catch attention.
The top photographer in the country being Jungkook and the top model being you.
When you learnt that you were collaborating with him, you had done some research just so that you don't happen to embarrass yourself when you meet him. From whatever information you could gather, Jungkook is known for bringing out the artistic side of the simplest of things. What impressed you, however was his versatility.
His subjects vary vastly. From plain green grass to the starry sky to animals and birds to professional models.
You won't lie, when you searched for his most popular photographs, you had to look at the comments to understand and see the artistic side of them.
Perhaps, you think it's because you have worked so long in an industry where it's all about superficial beauty that you have lost your ability to appreciate real beauty and art.
"Mr. Jeon, Miss Y/L/N is here," the lady says to who you assume is Jungkook. You say assume because he currently has his back facing you.
However, at the lady's words, he turns around and the moment you lock eyes with him, you feel your breath hitch.
He is beautiful.
You had seen his pictures on the net but nothing could compare to seeing him up front, right in front of you.
He is handsome and attractive, that much anyone with eyes can tell. But there's something oddly beautiful about him, that you haven't witnessed before.
It's how soft and sparkly his eyes are, almost as if they hold all the secrets of the universe. But then you also notice the burning passion that lies behind them. He is soft and fierce. A combination that you find extremely attractive.
Then there are the stray curls of hair that fall into his forehead making him look like a painting. His piercings shine under the light and the way he glances at you is currently making you feel a lot of things. Things you weren't prepared to feel on a set of all places and for the man you're collaborating with of all people.
It's only when your eyes drift towards his body that you notice his build and the tattoos that decorate his skin. 
My goodness, you think.
He is the kind of guy you'd like to get under for a hot dirty session of fucking but at the same time would want to just gaze into his eyes as he tells you the meaning behind each and every tattoo on his skin.
When you take a notice of his outfit; the white loose shirt with the first few buttons undone and the tight jeans that perfectly hugs his thighs, you decide that right now, he looks more like the guy you'd want to have a dirty session of fucking with.
"Miss Y/N," his smooth voice doesn't help your case at all. "It's nice to meet you."
"Mr. Jeon, the honour is mine." You shake hands with him and boy do you feel your skin burning at the touch. 
"I hope you didn't have much trouble finding the place." He says with a polite smile on his face that makes his lips quirk up and you can only think of getting a taste of those pink, plump lips of his.
"Ah no, not really. But I have to admit the environment on set took me by surprise."
"I'm assuming you're accustomed to at least a hundred people on set?" He queries with one of his eyebrows raised in both amusement and curiosity. When he sees you nod, he lets out a chuckle. "So, was it a pleasant surprise or a bad one?"
"A pleasant one," you hum. "This feels much more relaxing and less intimidating."
"Well, that is pretty much why I prefer fewer people on set. It helps my models relax and lets them do their thing comfortably."
You chew on your lips and wonder if you should shoot your shot. Well, fuck that, it's not about if any more it's more about when. You definitely want to shoot your shot but the question is what time is appropriate.
Doing it before the shoot has even begun can be considered unprofessional and inappropriate. But you can't deny there's something very exciting about being unprofessional, about doing things that you wouldn't usually do. That leaves you with the dilemma as to what you should actually do.
After a quick session of analysing, you decide to be subtle. Just light flirting here and there to check if he reciprocates your gestures. If he doesn't, you will back off. However, if he does flirt back, you can step it up a notch and see where it goes.
"Have you ever considered professional modelling?" You question.
"Me? Modelling?" Jungkook points at himself just to make sure that it is him, you're talking about.
When you confirm with a yes, he seems a bit surprised.This won't be the first time someone has said so. Modelling agencies have approached him every now and then for him to become their new face but he has politely turned them down each time.
However, that doesn't mean that he isn't flattered and surprised by you saying that. Surprised because you are one of the top models in the country. Flattered because damn, you're beautiful.
You are physically attractive, of course. But what magnifies his attraction towards you is your charm. You just have this whole charm about yourself that he hasn't encountered before. You carry yourself so well. And fuck, if he wasn't a goner for you the moment you smiled at him.
Hence a compliment coming from you, has him feeling bashful.
"I don't think I'd do a good job at modelling but thank you for thinking that I'd."
"What a shame," you sigh. "You'd be such a great model."
Jungkook is confused. He is flattered yes, but also confused.
Are you flirting with him? Now, he isn't someone who mistakes compliments for flirting or thinks that complimenting someone equals to flirting. But it isn't your words that has him feeling confused, it's your body language, the way your eyes sparkle with mischief and the way your lips form a smirk.
Hey, he is a photographer! He just has an eye for observing things.
Before he can further read you, you continue, "It just doesn't feel right to have someone who is frame-worthy to be behind the scenes."
You are definitely flirting with him.
Well, if you are, who is he to turn down the opportunity?
"I think I am going to stick to photography for now," he replies with a chuckle. "I mean look at me getting the opportunity to capture your beauty. What more could I ask for?"
For a very brief moment, your stance falters. Him flirting back is what you hoped for but didn't expect. But damn, your nerves are now tingling with excitement.
"Like I said, it's an honour for me to be your model," you reply sincerely. "But I'm curious, what exactly do you enjoy about photography?"
Jungkook thinks about your question for a brief moment. "I like to think that as a photographer, it's my responsibility to make people see what is often overlooked. For you to be able to do that, the way you view things has to change and I honestly enjoy challenging my own views about things."
"That is very interesting," you would be lying if you didn't find his perception sexy. Everything about this man is attractive, it seems. "Is that the same thinking process you carry when you work with models?"
"Perhaps yes but I can't deny I enjoy telling people how to pose," he lets out a small laugh. "When I picture objects or animals, I can't have them pose in a way that would make my job as a photographer easier. So when I get the opportunity to have my subject pose the way I want, I do it to my heart's content, until I'm satisfied with my shots."
Hmm, so you enjoy telling people what to do?" You say it without registering your words. But the moment it does, you feel yourself panic.
Here he was, giving you a sincere reply to your question and you had to ruin it by ignoring everything he said and by dropping a comment like that.
Well, shit.
But in your defence, he is distracting. Be it the way he smells or the way he moves his heavily tattooed arms while speaking. He is very very distracting
Jungkook is heavily amused by your comment as well as the panic he sees in your eyes.
It makes him smirk.
"Maybe, I do." He replies, his voice now a octave deeper.
Your eyes snap up to meet his eyes and you are thoroughly caught off guard by his response. But the moment you see his smirking face, you let the words settle.
And soon there's a smirk on your face too.
"Well then, I'm looking forward to you telling me what to do." You say in a sultry tone.
"Yeah?" He steps closer to you. "Would you do what I ask you to?"
"You will just have to see that for yourself." You wink at him and head towards the dressing room, feeling smug and with a burning sensation pooling at the pit of your stomach.
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Rupert Marshetta x f!Reader
Premise: Reader is the new girl in town, and she's having a particularly hard time fitting in at school. After a rough day, she's lightly crying on her walk home when Rupert sees her, and decides to cheer her up.
Tags: Fluff, reader is bullied, Rupert is your favorite weird kid, light, good ending, platonic.
You can't believe it. This is your second school this year and you already are having problems on your first day. You made no connections, not one other student even seemed interested in you, except for the mean girls at school. Your locker is right next to one, and she's already starting to give you problems, like judging your clothes and the way you talk different since you're not from Pennsylvania. It's not even the worst thing in the world, but you thought you could at least try to fit in this time. You even begged your mom to let you get new clothes, stuff that's not really your style, but at least it would be what you thought the other kids would be wearing. Guess you chose wrong because the looks you got today were the worst part, those looks that let you know you're somehow weird but you're not really sure what it is about you.
You're walking home now, the fall air starting to twirl up leaves of orange and red, and your nose turning a similar color as tears begin to fall. You try your best to hide it, but it begs to come out and be seen. Tears slip down your cheeks as you quickly scrub their evidence away as best as possible.
As the tears blur your vision, you see the shape of another person ahead, probably another student on their way home, and you try to hide yourself as you walk past where they're perched by a wall. As you do, you accidently meet the boys eyes, big and brown like a puppy's. He furrows his thin brows and moves towards you.
"Great..." You think to yourself, wondering how this day could get any worse, knowing he's probably going to tease you anyways.
"Hey? All you alright?" The tall and lanky boy bobbles towards you, but his concern sounds sincere.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine..." You mutter, just trying to get home as to not embarass yourself.
The boy pauses and watches you, trying to size up what's happening. He speaks again.
"You're the new girl in my history class, right?" He continues and mentions your name, which you nod in response to. "Oh man, rough first day?"
You feel strange, does this person really care? Does he care that you feel completely alone and isolated in this new town, and how the only attention you've gotten so far has been negative if any? You stop walking and turn to look at him, your tears lessing with out your notice since your focus is now being perplexed by this boy.
"Yeah..." You say with a big sigh, looking up into his deep eyes, he's so tall you have to crane your neck a bit. "I guess you could say that, yeah....what's your name again?"
You add the last part to try to change the subject, your eyes red from the fallen tears, your nose giving a sniffle here and there.
"Oh! Yeah sorry, I'm Rupert," He holds out his hand with a big goofy grin, and you shake it, feeling his fingerless gloves. "It must be hard that you're paraded in ever class as the new person, but none of us tell you are names, huh?"
Weirdly enough, that makes you feel better, and it's kind of true. You felt like all eyes were on you today, so much of you under the microscope without anyone else having to be subjected to this for their usual Monday routine. It makes you feel nice to know someone gets it without even having to tell them.
"Yeah...actually. That's a good way to put it. And...nice to meet you Rupert." You smile as you say his name, your shoulders feeling a bit less heavy. Rupert is all grins and smiles back. Then he does something that surprises you.
Rupert takes a great stride to you, closing the distance, and wraps an arm around your shoulder, then begins to walk with you in tow.
"Well, don't worry about everyone else, that school is full of jerks and people who let people be jerks, which is worst of all." He shakes his head, obviously having been a victim of the same feelings as you. "I tell you what, if you haven't made one friend today yet, you can count me instead, I don't mind being your friend, new girl."
You look up at Rupert from how close he is now, seeing pieces of him you didn't before, like the shadow of a young beard he likely shaves, or how he smells like some sort of masculine sweet body spray. The suddenness of all this has tripped you up for words, but you nod and agree.
"Great! As your new friend, I find it honorary that I make sure you get home safe, and free of the school time follies." He gives your arm a squeeze, the whole of the interaction not feeling like he's making a move on you at all. No, you have the sense that he's just like this, a bit strange, a bit too much. But you find yourself nodding, smiling and being pulled along as you tell him where you live.
You're actually so glad that you can feel like this horrible day might have been worth it to meet a friend like Rupert. He may dress a bit funny, and behave in no way the other kids did, but isn't that a good thing? If the other kids are being cruel to you from how they act, why would you want a friend who's "normal".
You and Rupert walk arm in arm all the way to your house, and eventually you're turning on your doorstep to tell him goodnight.
"Thanks for walking me home Rupert. I'm really glad I made one friend today, and that it was you..." You say softly, feeling like you can be real with your feelings with Rupert but still nervous. Rupert simply smiles and laughs.
"Of course! I'm honored, in fact, allow me to give you something to remember me by." Rupert reaches into his pocket and retrieves a tiny porcelain dog figurine. Its tail has snapped off, but its white with spots. Its very cute, and he places it in your palm with a slow finesse.
"Oh, thank you, Rupert..." You say, unsure of why he had something like this in his pocket, but overall grateful he deemed you worthy to have it. He gives you a wave and turns to leave.
"No problem. I'll see you at school tomorrow, keep your chin up til then!" He gives you a funny salute and begins to walk off.
Maybe this new in town thing won't be so bad...
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gamerkats · 1 month
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I keep seeing posts giving you a shout out for helping and encouraging them to write. Even published people. If you're like a writer guru can you give me advice on not being so scared to share my work? Please?
Welcome, welcome! Step right in! Don't be shy. Welcome to our writer's retreat.
You must be new here, because you would know that GamerKAts doesn't give advice. Ever.
But we will say this:
For us, being bold isn't about sharing, it's about writing.
Among the many terrors in this life we all face, making art is one of the scariest things someone can do. We don't simply write stories. We look through a nightmare kaleidoscope of ourselves, twisting the horrors over and over, and decide how we defeat them. We slay parts of our deepest humanity in a fight, a laugh, even a kiss.
A writer is someone who stands between the repeated infinity of two mirrors, and picks an AU version of themselves to make a character from. We are the heroes, the love interest, the villains, and the npcs. Show me a character you don't identify with in some way, and I'll show you one of your greatest fears you never want to become.
The air you breathe life into your characters with comes from your lungs, after all.
And to write the unintended miniscule self-inserts, reflecting the essence of the human experience; to be cruel, kind, sexy, lustful, morbid, angry, disgusting, brave, raw, real, courageous, intelligent; to fill these fictitious puppets with stuffing of purpose, and reach inside your imagination and tear out the meaning of life, however absurd, with your bare words...that is god level bold.
We are our worst enemy, not the critics. No one could ever say to us anything harsher than our own self-depreciation. The critics don't stop us from sharing our works; we stop ourselves.
A critic isn't a person, it's a mood. It's someone who watched/read/saw something at the wrong time, so they said the wrong thing. That's all. Most of the time you'll be an outlet for someone's rough day, and they're annoyed you didn't make them feel better. But babe, that's not your job.
Art is subjective, and sometimes the category is, "Asshole Thoughts".
We're writers, not customer service. If they're not having a good time, that's on them. If they want to call the complaint line inbox and tell us we suck, we delete their wasted time. If they want to tell us our plot or grammar sucks, we don't talk to cops.
Pen names were invented so that people could write what they wanted without fear.
Honestly, the hardest part is over if you've already written something. You've won. You beat the inner voices saying you couldn't do it. If you're not ready to share, then you're not ready. And there's nothing we can say to fix that.
But one day, you will be. And tag us, so we can have a little more light in our life reading your work.
Until then, maybe you could write something about not being ready. About the fear. The worry. The reason for not sharing. Maybe you could write a story about a character who wrote something and has your exact fears. Then maybe you could write about how they over came it and shared it with others.
Who knows? It just might be the advice you're looking for.
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bluberimufim · 6 months
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Find the Word tag
I was tagged by @stesierra (see her find words here), so let's go! My words were sympathy, cruel, kind, and rough.
Sympathy
The two siblings didn't take long to get used to the circus. In truth, it was as if they had been born to be there, dancing and spinning among its tents. To them, the work was as natural and comfortable as breathing. They couldn't imagine themselves without it. August found that Johann was actually a great person, all sympathy and grace. He couldn't even believe he'd once thought he was just like Nikolaus. He saw it was impossible now.
Cruel
He took a deep breath, laying his hands flat on his desk to stop them from shaking. He tried to look her in the eyes. "I want a divorce." Barbara looked at him with an undecipherable expression. "May I know why?" Had he been too cruel in his declaration? Should he have opened with something else? "Because I found someone. And I want to be with her." "Someone? She must be very special to make you void this marriage..." "Why do you say that?" "The Johann I knew wouldn't go against his parents' wishes if it saved his life. You were so obsessed with their plan that you couldn't even see what was in front of you. Who is she?" "It's Anna. Vogelmann."
Kind
"I don't need to inform you of all my hobbies. Besides, you should already know. I do card tricks all the time." Hugo searched through his memories, looking for times in which Darius had performed any kind of magic for him. He remembered, some months ago, that he'd bought a new card deck, which had increased his excitement towards the subject. He remembered seeing him doing strange but fascinating things with those cards, something he'd interrupt him with while he was reading the newspaper in the evenings. Just like now. He also had a memory, although rather distant, of Darius doing a magic show in one or two bars the two frequented. "Ah, yes... you're right... But why now? Why didn't you pursue this career before becoming a tailor's apprentice?" "Well... I didn't think it would pay very well. I was scared I wouldn't find a job. besides, I never had a chance." Hugo arched an eyebrow. "And you have a chance now?"
(I want you all to know that, in this discussion, Darius is saying the equivalent of "I can become Gordon Ramsey's sous chef with 0 cooking experience on my resume and I WILL", and Hugo is telling him that no, he can't) (spoiler alert: he did)
Rough
(this is another encounter with the Man in Black and White! Hooray!!!)
He walked quickly, but only because his legs were extremely long. In truth, his gait was slow and relaxed, as if the sway of his patchwork cloak was setting the rhythm of a lullaby. Even so, the distance between them seemed to be widening. No matter how much she walked, she couldn't catch up to him. In a moment of strength, she jumped ahead and reached out her hand. After grasping at empty air, her fingers met something solid. She caught him, feeling a rough fabric brush against her hand. She stopped walking. He did too. She'd grabbed his cloak. Between her fingers, she was holding a fistful of his cloak. She was so close she could almost see the individual threads and stitches. She was breathless. She didn't know what to do. It was then that he turned around. It was slow, as if the movement had been slowed down a thousand times until it became impossible. And he stared at her. He looked at her with his endless eyes and she looked into them, inside of them. His black and white mask held no expression, but she felt there was fury hiding behind it, born from the pits of darkness that were his eyes. He tilted his head, as if examining her, dissecting every part of her being to see what was inside. He stretched his hand towards hers and removed it from his patchwork cape. Then, he disappeared into the streets.
Ooooh this was my favourite Find the Word so far! I just really like the snippets I ended up with!
Anyway, I'm going to gently tag @squarebracket-trick, @sm-writes-chaos, and @words-after-midnight. Your words are dangerous, rain, knowledge, and skip.
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ask-the-clergy-bc · 1 year
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Papas with an so who age regresses (like when they’re stressed they’re kinda child like?)
I hope this is what you are looking for! :)
And to avoid confusion this is NOT to be confused with the 18+ Subject of DD/LG or any kink content related to it!! THIS IS NOT FOR ANY SORT OF NSFW SO DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR TREAT IT AS SUCH!!! I DO NOT WRITE FOR THOSE KINKS NOR DO I WANT THIS TAGGED OR FOR IT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH IT!!
This is for the very real coping mechanism utilized by therapists and individuals. :) Also looking into it I wasn't sure if you meant full regression or just very casual, so I did more casual stress relief.
Also a very minor content warning in the tags because this is a coping mechanism for many and can be related to trauma.
Papas with an S/O who Age Regresses
Papa Nihil: Honestly has no idea what the hell that means or what it is used for in therapy, but he tries his best! And it makes you happy so who cares? Papa is very good about using a baby tone or child like tone when talking to you if that's what you prefer. After all, he had three kids so that's not hard for him to do! Nihil doesn't typically assume any sort of care taker role for you. But he does get you whatever you want! You are quite literally a kid in a candy and toy store on days you need it! He just hates seeing you stressed in any capacity.
Papa I: Out of them all, Papa is the most familiar with Age Regression. So he recognizes immediately how it helps you and makes you happy. He has sat you down before to express that no, he is not put off by your coping mechanism. Instead, you both have a good long talk about what you need from HIM during times of regression. Papa doesn't skip a bit when you start speaking in a childish tone or ask for help for 'grown up' tasks. He's very gentle and patient, and happy to give you words of praise when you get things done! Very good with head kisses and giving you treats to make you smile.
Papa II: Usually when you regress he leaves you to it, knowing you are decompressing and managing your stress. He's never sure how to exactly engage with you, but Papa is not one to push you away during. He's never been good with childish things or situations. But it makes you happy so he's content to let you be happy. His main concern is that you feel safe and loved when you do regress. On one occasion you were a bit self conscious of your regression because you were scared what others would think or that Papa found it weird... but instead he handed you a toy you put back the last time you went shopping. "Don't like fools shame you for what brings you peace."
Papa III: Papa is a refined and dignified gentleman... but that sure as Hell doesn't mean he wants to grow up either!! He is happy to see you do the same, and even happier when he knows it helps you. Papa makes sure you have the space to regress and feel safe in doing so. There has been more than one times he has taken one of your stuffies to make it talk, dance, and sing for you. He's also happy to tuck you in for naps and sing to you. His main concern is only that you always feel comfortable when you regress. But he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy doing simple childhood activities with you. He didn't exactly have the most stress free youth so it brings him comfort too.
Papa IV/Cardinal Copia: For a long time he thought you were just very young at heart and sometimes loved to express it. He thought it was adorable! The closer you got the more you eventually opened up about what you were doing and how this state of mind helps you manage stress. Copia did his research immediately so he could help! While he doesn't offer a care taker role, he certainly likes to help! There was one time he surprised you with a coloring book when you were having a particularly rough week. His logic? "When I was a boy I loved crayons... I thought you would enjoy them too! eheh!"
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