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edensdahlia · 9 months
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༊*·˚ Next Door Slut
CHARACTERS: Simon Riley x M! Reader (F! Reader here)
RATING: NSFW
CONTENTS: Civilian reader, male masturbation (solo + assisted), slightly possessive + jealous Simon, he’s your neighbor, mentions of smoking, reader is implied to have slept around, may be tense issues in the writing, protected sex (stay safe y’all), anal fingering, multiple orgasms, biting, brief mention of blood, praise, nicknames used: love, sweetheart
ೃ⁀➷ WORD COUNT: 2.4K
Simon was trying to sleep- truly he was. Perhaps one of the least odd facts about the man concerned his sleeping schedule, particularly his fondness of early bedtimes. Maybe it was the remnants of being forced awake at ungodly hours of the morning or something simpler like the comfort found in routine. Regardless, it didn’t change the fact that it was you who was disturbing his much-needed rest- you and whatever guy you’d managed to pick up this time.
The apartment walls were made of shitty drywall and thin enough that they left no room for the imagination as your headboard banged noisily against the wall parallel to his bed. There was no rhythm to it, just sloppy, stuttering, sounds that matched the cadence of your moans. They were cheap, spilling from you easily with a pitch that was too high. Too fake. He could recognize the underlying falsity in them but that didn’t stop his shorts from tenting. His body acted before his mind could stamp down the rush of heat. It was annoying how easily you could rile him up without even trying; without knowing.
Simon ran a hand reluctantly over his arousal, hissing quietly. You let out another moan, this one higher than the last, a choking gasp of a name. From the sound of it, your voice was being muffled by pillows- and Simon could almost imagine it, the arch of your back, your mouth hanging open- and god it wasn’t fair. The way these men got to have you. You with your bright eyes and teasing smile.
This hadn’t been the first time you’d brought someone back to your apartment. Far from it in fact. He’d grown almost used to the sound of you lost in your pleasures, except he knew you didn’t take enjoyment in it. The moans you uttered now were only for the sake of the man above you, nothing like the ones you made when you were by yourself. When you thought no one could hear. But he did. Oh, Simon heard it every time, and without fail it landed him where he was now.
Hand fisting his cock, slick sounds joining with your moans. For a moment Simon let himself imagine it was him drawing those noises from you. Imagined it was him above you fucking you into the mattress, with nothing on your lips except his name. There was an added feeling lurking in his stomach, one that wasn’t spurred on by his overwhelming need to get off. One which he didn’t want to admit the existence of. 
After all, you were just his neighbor who he occasionally spoke to. It was already embarrassing enough that he was sitting here stroking one out to you, he didn’t need his mind plagued by jealous thoughts of how much better he could treat you.
Simon shifted, his body burning as he dug his heels into his mattress and pressed his nail into his slit. It drew a strange guttural sound from him, one you mimicked in the form of a shaking whine as you came. Or pretended to at least. It wasn't fair. His hips canted upwards, and he came with a muffled groan, his spend coating his hand and the lower half of his shirt.
On the other side of the wall, it fell silent. Exhausted Simon used his shirt to clean his hand and then he pulled the material up and over his head, tossing it to the other side of his room. His head hit his pillows and it didn’t take long before his breathing went ragged and then slowed. The last thought on his mind was of your face twisted in pleasure below him.
♡ 。
There was a light breeze blowing through the compound and on any other day, it would have felt nice except it was hindering Simon’s ability to get his lighter to fucking work. Frustrated he thumbed the serrated metal wheel, hand cupped cautiously around the non-existent flame until finally, it sputtered to life catching the butt end of his cigarette. 
Satisfied Simon drew in a long breath relaxing as he felt the first hit settle the restless jitter that seemed to reside deep in his bones. Exhaling slowly he began sorting through his mail, smoke curling lazily above his head. 
“Late morning?”
The sound of your voice so close behind him had Simon tensing memories of last night flooding back to him full force. It hit like a punch to the stomach and had he been a lesser man he would’ve grimaced in shame from the knowledge of what he’d done. Instead, he flicked his gaze to you watching from the corner of his eye as you jammed your key into the mailbox next to his and turned it. 
“You were loud last night. Could hear you through the damn walls.” Simon grunted returning his wandering gaze back to his mail but not before he saw the mortified look that passed your face. It satisfied something within him that he couldn’t put a name on. Your embarrassment at being caught tasted sweet in his mouth, like a reward. 
Your mailbox slammed closed hurriedly the metallic bang! filling the silence momentarily. “I’m sorry- I didn’t realize.”  You choked out. He watched as you retreated quickly your footsteps hurried. 
Simon wasn’t sure what possessed him- maybe it was the unsatisfied feeling his orgasm had left him with or the building sense of jealousy he was finally admitting may be there- but he turned dropping the cig and stomping it out. His voice called after you in a low growl. “If it was me you wouldn’t have to pretend love.” 
He watched as you stalled, shoulders hunching upwards towards your ears and then lowering just slightly. For a moment Simon thought you would run away but you turned gaze meeting his. “Who says I was pretending?” Your tone bordered on defensive, but there was a challenge hidden behind them. Lurking beneath the surface. 
Simon’s mouth twitched the barest hint of a smile forming. That was the man he knew. Your embarrassment was delightful but the fire was what he longed for. He sought after the bite in your words if only so he could imagine smothering them with his mouth. Soothing away the edge in your voice with his skin pressed to every inch of you. 
Every thought in his mind was consumed with the idea of ruining you and they only got worse as he approached, his face a portrait of lust. He stopped when you two stood side by side, arms just barely brushing, the warmth enough to send shivers up your spine. 
“Prove it.” 
The words were barely there, a low whisper that could have easily been mistaken for the wind. You shivered again but this time for a different reason as Simon continued past you, not even sparing a glance back. His words lingered in the empty space he had left behind; an open invitation to learn more about the man who until presently had been nothing more than a quick conversation. 
♡ 。
Getting to his bedroom was a lot harder than Simon had initially expected. From the moment the door had closed behind you your mouth had been on him as if you were starving and he was the only thing that could satiate your hunger. 
Simon would make sure that he was. 
He couldn’t stand the idea of someone else having you like this and hated the thought that some had. It made his hands itch, burning with the need to have them around something- the trigger of a gun, or the handle of a knife- anything to bring him that familiar sense of control. Neither were near so he dug them into the fat of your hips instead. 
You stumbled through the hallway together teeth knocking as you kissed, fingers bruising skin from where you pulled at each other as if you both were trying to tear the other apart at the seams. Halfway through the door to his bedroom, your clothes were discarded, pulled off in a blur of wandering hands and impatient touches. 
Simon pushed you back onto his bed so that your legs dangled just over the edge. It seemed almost perverse to think about how only mere hours ago he had laid there getting himself off to the sound of your moans. But God, he’d be lying if it didn’t get him harder still, especially when you were looking at him in a way that could only be described as sinful- mouth parted and swollen, eyes half-lidded as if he’d done more than kiss you stupid. 
Everything you did was maddening. Terribly maddening. Simon rested his hands on either side of your face, his body bent over yours. Slowly he lowered himself down to his elbows. His tongue traced over the corner of your mouth, cleaning away a smear of blood that had found its way there, most likely his own doing. “I am going to ruin you.” 
His mouth descended lower burning hot against your already flushed skin and you writhed as sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your chest, his canines piercing the skin and coming away red. He licked them clean and you watched the slow bob of his Adam's apple. Your voice shook just slightly, “Is that a promise?” He nipped at your hip, hand sliding beneath the band of your underwear and slipping them down past your thighs.
Simon smiled against your skin. “I can promise that once I’m done with you no man will be able to satisfy you like me.” His voice was a low husk against the inner skin of your thigh, his eyes heady as they took in the sight of your exposed hole.
He gathered the pre from your leaking cock and slowly, experimentally pushed a finger into you and then a second picking up in pace as he fucked them into you. You squirmed as his other hand sought out your cock, grip firm as he stroked you at the same pace as his fingers.
“Simon-“ You huffed the stimulation growing to be too much. It’d been far too long since you’d had this kind of focus on you and it made your legs shake. Your orgasm was fast approaching and it seemed that it was his goal to get you there. He twisted his fingers in just the right way that had your head slamming back against the mattress a broken moan being ripped from your chest.
Despite your weak protests, Simon pulled away bringing the hand that was covered in your pre to his mouth, cleaning it off before smiling victoriously.
“Now that was real sweetheart- and I didn’t even have to use my cock.” He swiped his thumb across the head of your cock watching the way you twitched around his fingers, head falling to the side as you let out a small whimper in response. “God you’re breathtaking. How could those tossers not want this?”
“Most of them were drunk-“ You hedged, unsure why you were attempting to defend them. Simon wasn’t having that though. His hand latched back onto you and any thoughts of those other men died at the way his fingers began to work you open again.
It didn’t take long after that to reach your high. You came with a wrecked gasp of his name, grip tightening around the blonde curls on top of his head, your other finding his wrist and holding it in place. Simon gave you a minute to ride it out fingers fucking into you still albeit at a slower pace. Eventually, you relaxed your legs falling around his shoulders loosely, eyes fluttering closed.
The sound of tinfoil being ripped open brought your eyes back to his and then down to where he was rolling the condom onto himself. You held your breath as he slicked the length of him with lube. He was big. Bigger than you had expected.
Simon’s gaze was locked on yours as he resumed his earlier position bent over you. “You okay there sweetheart?” He asked teasingly, using one hand to push your leg up towards your chest and the other to guide himself slowly towards your entrance. You nodded, exhaling slowly.
“There you go love, breathe. I’ll go easy on you.” Simon murmured pushing forward his cock stretching you painfully as he entered inch by inch. He ran his nails up your side soothingly, occasionally stopping to trace over the already bruising bite marks he had left against your skin. His gaze seemed almost affectionate as he admired them.
Once he was sure you had adjusted to the size of him Simon pulled back dragging himself out of you slowly. It took everything in you not to sob as he slammed back into you, picking up a brutal pace that contradicted his earlier words and had you digging your nails into his bicep.
“You’re doing so well sweetheart-” Simon grunted pushing your leg down further against your chest, stretching it in a way that made it ache. His gaze tracked each expression on your face, each twitch of your walls around him. Enthralled with the way your moans spilled from your chest wrecked and shuddering- as if you couldn’t hold them in but were desperately trying to. If you would have opened your eyes you would have seen the almost affectionate look that crossed his face.
As it was you didn’t notice- far too consumed with the feeling of him hitting all the right spots in you and your all too quickly approaching orgasm. And then he pushed your other leg up, joining your first one, and the new angle forced you over the edge. Almost blindingly quick your second orgasm took you. It was a dry orgasm your cock spent from the first but it sent shivers of pleasure up your body nonetheless. You sobbed as Simon pressed his face into your neck and continued his rough pace.
He could feel your hole squeezing him, sucking him in, your body twitching in his grasp. It was driving him crazy. He groaned lowly as you tugged at his hair forcing his gaze to your fucked out expression. “Cum f’me Simon.” You pleaded and who was he to deny you when you asked so sweetly? His hips stuttered against yours, his moan smothered against your mouth as he finally let himself tip over into bliss.
A minute passed and Simon removed himself from you slowly, leaving to toss the condom and returning with a wash rag. He wiped your flushed body down as best he could making sure to be gentle around the bruised bitemarks littering your skin.
“Well?” You murmured as he swiped the rag across your stomach.
“Well, what?”
“Do you think I was pretending with those guys?”
He hummed resuming his cleaning.
“I’m not sure. I think we’ll have to do this again.”
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A/N: I just know my notes app is absolutely sick of me- the amount of drafts it has for this fic alone... I have no clue why but I just can’t stay in one document while writing :,) Anyway, if you got to this point thank you for taking the time to read this! Have a wonderful day! (≧∇≦)/ ♡
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charmercharm3r · 1 year
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Masterlist
warnings: smutty thoughts
thinking about seungmin and dry humping...
now I know we all see him as the calm, cool, collected one. but sometimes he just can't help himself.
mornings before you or he has to leave for work are the times where he wants- no, needs you the most. it's like he purposely plans to ruin you minutes before someone needs to walk out the door, sort of like a challenge he needs to win. he loved to take his time when he had it, loved to make you shiver and sweat at the same time because the build up was excruciatingly good.
this was another game. mornings like these, when all the other members were home and they agreed to get breakfast together before heading to the company, seungmin felt like he'd explode if he didn't have you in some way.
he was fully dressed in his practice outfit for the day. he'd already said good morning to jeongin and brushed his teeth with felix, whereas you hadn't bothered to get up. seungmin was merciful with letting you sleep in, getting himself together as quietly as possible until minho announced the car would be arriving in fifteen minutes.
it was like a clock was counting down the seconds in his head as he moved across the bed towards your sleeping body. dipping his head into the exposed area of your neck, seungmin peppered gentle kisses along the skin wherever he could. barely thirty seconds had passed before you stirred awake.
you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you, lips connecting as his internal timer tells him he's moving too slow. though, that makes it all the more fun.
seungmin takes good care of you, he always does. even as he strips the covers off of you and maneuvers your legs to wrap around his torso, seungmin makes sure to whisper sweet praises in your ear as you try to stay conscious. you feel light as air in this delirious state, practically floating because your boyfriend is saying all the right things and touching you just enough to thoroughly soak your sleepwear.
"pretty thing, so cute in the mornings. wanna just eat you up," he nibbles on the lobe of your ear, erection nudging into your thigh as not to do too much too fast. but at the faintest hint of a moan, whether it was you slowly coming into consciousness or being just as horny as him, seungmin pressed his crotch into you all the same.
"need you so bad, but I have to leave soon." a whine fell short in the back of your throat, but it was enticing enough for him. "if you let me use you now, I'll treat you so well later. I promise."
you nod, eyes unable to focus clearly but it was impossible to miss the cheeky lust behind his smile. "horny baby," seungmin clicks his tongue, "can't get enough, can you?" in agreement, you shake your head, no.
eleven minutes.
your hips cant upwards into his, a strained groan leaving his lips. the unspoken permission let him hook his arms under your knees, legs hiking higher. seungmin kissed you again, rougher this time as he quickly readjusted to tower over you.
he felt like an animal, a new flame igniting in his gut as he grinded his cock against your clothed pussy. the pleasure that came from the motion only made him move faster, harder until the bed was creaking.
seungmin's favorite thing to do was be able to look down as see you entirely gone, not a thought in your head except wanting to cum. you looked messy, sexy as your tight sleeping tank top rode up to expose your stomach. as if you could read his mind, you lifted the material over your breasts, rippling like waves as seungmin used you to chase his high. for a moment, he leaned down and took your nipple between his teeth, gently biting and drawing another lewd moan from you.
shuffling behind the door caught his attention. six minutes. he needed hurry.
he pushed your knees to your chest, your shorts and the front of his pants laughably soaked through. it wasn't until he moved higher did he catch a glimpse of your pantiless cunt.
oh, seungmin almost blew his load on the spot. almost. he was so close, moving the wet fabric of your shorts out of the way. he couldn't wait any longer, couldn't get enough of you and your pretty pussy.
"so good. so fucking good- god."
three minutes.
it felt even better for you with one less barrier in between. sleepy moans left you like a mantra, that and seungmin's name the only thing either of you could hear. if the bedframe hitting the wall wasn't enough, your big mouth was a dead giveaway.
two minutes.
he moved as fast as he could without hurting you. his pants were soaked enough that the friction between your two bodies was heavenly in it's own way. your clit was burning with pleasure, somehow the pain and lack of awareness so delicious. seungmin just needed a little bit more, just a few more seconds when-
knock, knock.
"car's here."
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secretly-tumb1r · 24 days
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Keep quiet
jj x reader
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authors note- as requested, kook princess x pouge JJ, please enjoy and leave a like :)
Summary
Kook princess. Being a Kook was in your blood, but lately, you wished it weren’t.
Everyone knew the number one Kook rule ; Pouges are off limits. But whatever, rules were meant to be broken. Here’s to a great summer
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“Dude just jump!”
This was by far the biggest party all summer. Everyone was invited. Even some Pouges decided to show up, of course they weren’t invited but what the hell summers nearly over. You thought you could put your differences aside for one night.
You and your friends were over at the beach where Kelce, your boyfriend, decided on the great idea to go cliff jumping. Except when we got there, he suddenly lost his courage.
“Here” Rafe handed him a white claw out of a cooler someone dragged all the way up the hill jeez you thought to yourself cant they go 10 minutes without a drink? “Liquid courage” Rafa explained. It seemed like Kelce was taking his sweet time and people were getting impatient, especially yourself. Being somewhat tipsy, you decided to push past Kelce and make your way down the cliff.
Attagirl
You heard people cheer as you quickly fell down. While getting out you spotted a familiar group of people around a fire. Pouges.
You hated to admit but one Pouge did attract your attention. JJ maybank. Making it a priority to walk extra slow and tempting, you brush past JJ on your way up to your friends and swiftly look at him, subtly biting your lower lip.
He smirks and follows behind you at a far enough distance so his friends don’t suspect anything. “Hey guys i’ll be right back” he says over his shoulder eyes fixated on your plump ass.
You know he’s following you, you know his eyes are wondering. Moving your hair to one side, exposing your long neck, you untie your bikini and let it fall to the ground making your way towards a secluded area on the beach.
Back still towards JJ you untie your bottoms and let them drop too as your tan lines expose themselves making JJ adjust his pants.
You finally meet as he comes up behind you hands softly caressing your shoulders as his mouth makes his way to your neck, soft moans escaping your plump lips.
He snakes his hand to your front and rests it just above your bundle of nerves. You tug at his blonde curls and he softly moans in your ear. “y/n-“ you cut him off “sh no talking pretty boy”.
Turning around, mouth meeting his, you pull his khaki shorts down in only swift movement along with his boxers, his erection springing on his toned abs. What a sight for sore eyes.
Locking eyes with him you slowly begin to pump his cock his jaw clenching as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Your cunt is aching for attention, but you must admit, you love the affect you have on JJ. You swiftly move his fingers to your clit and begin to circle them keeping the pace of your hand on his dick.
Dropping to your knees, you take him in your mouth and gag around him, making his cock a mess of your spit. The sight nearly makes JJ cum but he pulls himself together and lifts you to your feet turning you around and bending you over.
He knows if your boyfriend came searching for you he wouldn’t stop fucking you for anything in the world.
His mushroom tip teases your entrance as you shut your eyes close the pressure being too much. You knew JJ was kinky, it was obvious, but you never expected his thumb entering your asshole pressing down making you squeal loudly.
His free hand flying to your mouth silencing you as he pushes deep inside you making you mumble against his hand at the size.
He was definitely bigger than Kelce you thought, bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken actually. His size filled you up so nicely it was as your pussy was made for his cock. He felt that too, moving his hand from your mouth to your stomach feeling himself in your lower stomach, a smirk plastered on your face.
He begins to thrust at an ungodly speed pulling your hair back to balance himself. This was definitely the best you’ve ever had.
He makes you cum 3 times before you feel him twitching inside your pussy. By now you thought your friends must’ve gotten suspicious as to why you jumped in the water and never came out, but you didn’t care.
All that was important right now was the way JJ’s cock touched that spongy spot inside your tight cunt making you arch your back further and further.
You feel his thrusts get sloppier as his liquid filling you to the brim, the warm feeling pooling around your stomach as you came for the 4th time, your legs shaking, knees almost giving up.He lasted to long world record
Pulling out of you, you felt his cum drop between your legs as he realised you had no bikini to walk back to your friends in.
Taking his shirt off he puts it over your head and kisses your forehead “here you go princess, this pussy is mine only, no one else gets to see it”
His large shirt barely covering your ass as you limply walked off from JJ, making sure you pop your ass out as he slaps it one more time.
Who knew Pouges dicks could make you see stars?
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hereforhalstead · 3 months
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Pretty Girl
I’ll be honest, it’s midnight and I can’t sleep so here you go!
I also didn’t really imagine Jay for this (it was actually Trevor Wagner lol) so I didn’t use any names but feel free to picture detective chuckles in your reading!
also, if you think it’s rubbish. I agree but what are we gonna do?!
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‘I cant believe I’m gonna text him’ 
You scoffed to yourself, eyeing the phone you held in your hand, thumb hovering over his name on your chat list on whatsapp. Almost daring yourself not to give into the desires you knew you craved and that he could so easily fulfil.
‘are you awake?’
You sounded like a foolish teenager, thinking that sounded better than the stereotypical ‘you up?’ at 3am text. Spoiler alert, it didn’t.
You almost threw your phone on the ground, it landing face up beside you as your knees were instinctively bought to your chest in panic, regretting sending the text as soon as you pressed send. 
Almost instantly, the phone lit up. You could see it from the corner of your eye, reluctant to look down.
You peered over your arm, wincing as you read the message through squinted eyes.
‘Of course, darling’
Your heart melted, your stomach flipped, your heart rate quickened. 
You promised yourself you wouldn’t feel this way.
He told you not to fall for him. 
Yet what did you do, oh yeah. 
You fell absolutely head over heels, 100%, life consumingly in love with him. Good one. 
Mere moments had passed, you hadn’t unlocked the phone as you sat and mustered a response. 
He hardly gave you much to go from, did you completely out yourself and admit why you messaged him or did you play it off with a simple ‘cool’?
Your phone once again, lit up in your hand. Your eyes darting to the screen without a second thought or hesitation as you scanned the words on the screen.
‘any particular reason you wanted to know, pretty girl?’
Shit, even through a screen he had you backed against a virtual wall. Making the hunger for him to have you actually pushed up against a wall, ten times more intense. 
‘just wondered if you wanted to come over, cant sleep’
You laughed at the innocent sad face added to the end, feeling the complete opposite and knowing he would see through it.
The grey ticks turned to blue as soon as you sent the message, quickly exiting out of the chat as though you didn’t want to seem desperate. 
Not like your phone was now stuck to your hand with your eyes not leaving the screen as you wait for his response. 
‘Poor baby, not sure how I would be able to help though?’
You could practically see the smug grin on his face, arm folded behind his head to prop himself up against the headboard of the bed. Thumb dancing over the keypad as he probably typed out all the ways in which he could help, before deleting them as if nothing happened.
‘oh no!’
You yet again, sarcastically added the exclamation. Clearly having too much fun with the situation yourself now.
‘guess I will just have to try someone else’
Ordinarily you wouldn’t have sent such a text, you didn’t have anyone else you could ask, the ‘lucky’ bunch stored in your phone who you could text at early hours of the morning to come over.
Even if you did, you wouldn’t want anyone else. Just him. 
You wanted to see how far you could push him, knowing the way his eyes would’ve darkened with reading the message.
Probably reading it a few times to ensure he read it right, phone clutched in his hand, bringing it up to his pursed lips in frustration. 
It took a significantly less amount of time to yet again see ‘typing’, flash up next to his name on the chat. Your heart rate though the roof as you hear your phone chime.
‘darling you are funny, we both know you wouldn’t dare’.
You sat on his response for a minute or two, letting him sweat as he could see you’d read the message. 
‘goodnight sweet cheeks’
You were proud of yourself for your blunt response, even if he didn’t reply, you’d sure be obscenely offended but you wouldn’t be shocked. 
If he had sent you a message even close to that, the phone probably would’ve been launched across the room and loud groan that could’ve been heard from down the corridor of your apartment building. 
The grey ticks, stayed grey for what felt like an eternity. In fact, you stared at the screen for 4 solid minutes, waiting. 
You huffed, regretting your text. Had you ruined it? Took it too far?
He could be an annoying prick sometimes and knew exactly how to push your buttons, especially when it came to making you jealous but in all honestly you couldn’t imagine him sending you a message like the one you had sent.
The room was silent, you took yourself over to the mirror as if you needed to take a long hard look at yourself, but in actual fact you just chuckled. Grow up. 
You needed to test him, needed to see how he felt. If he wanted you, he would. 
Simple as that. 
If you were going to keep falling for him, the least you could do was find out if you were both kind of on the same page, even the same book would be good! 
You continued to stare in the mirror as you got ready for bed, accepting your defeat and pondering on how you’ll deal with such rejection on a clear mind in the morning.
Scraping your hair into a ponytail, you saw your phone light up on the bed. Seeing his name flash at the top of the screen with the green and red ‘accept’, ‘decline’ buttons staring you in the face.
You froze. 
He knew you hated phone calls, especially when he hadn’t told you he was going to call. Prick.
Your thumb hit the accept button before your brain could scream at you to let it go to voicemail, holding the phone to your ear to hear that raspy voice you so desperately craved.
‘I’m outside, little one. You gonna come and let me in or should I try buzzing someone else?’
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comiicii · 8 days
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Backdrop: Life had been mundane until you met Clark Kent.
Pairing: clark kent x fem!reader
Warnings: None, probably some grammatical errors and a little sadness if you’re a sap like me.
A's notes: inspired by ariana grande’s new album eternal sunshine, i’ll be doing a series of one shots based on the songs. they’ll be in no particular order and will be written for other characters but some will be featured more than once if they fit the song i’m writing about. ‘we cant be friends’ has me crying whenever i watch the video and i tear up a lot listening to it so enjoy this train wreck of a story.
Word count: 3.8k
For as long as you could remember, life was nothing special. It wasn’t horrible but you woke up most days simply doing work and trying to advance your career. Your life was mundane and filled with memories of you alone after moving to Metropolis. That was until you met him. Clark Kent. You had bumped into each other on your way into the Daily Planet for an interview. Well, it was actually you bumping into his broad chest and him catching you before you hit the marble floor. The softness in his deep ocean blue eyes were what made your heart do something it had never done. It felt like a pull in your chest that you hadn’t felt before. As if the universe made sense. Once you finally registered his apologies, you came to your senses and tried to apologize for not watching where you were going. Then he smiled. Now your stomach fluttered. That was not something your body usually did when it came to people. After he introduced himself, it was as if the world had color to it again.
It would be an understatement to say that you fell for Clark Kent. You deeply fell for Clark. Words could not express the love you instantly felt for him. And he fell just as hard for you. When he revealed his true identity to you, it only solidified the endless bounty of your love for him since he was willing to trust you with every part of himself that he didn’t share with the rest of the world. Life seemed to finally be worth living and getting up for. Every morning you rose with the sun and slowly forgot about those meek feelings that used to fill your body.
It wasn’t hard for the two of you to make some of the happiest memories together. Your then-apartment had been littered with trinkets that marked your happiest moments with Clark. Like the teddy bear he won for you when he took you to a carnival in his Kansas hometown. Or the homemade picture frame that had a silly selfie Clark took of the two of you while at work. Once you moved in together, the apartment you shared was filled with more memories the two of you made together. As a house warming gift, he presented you with a beautiful pendant necklace with both your birthstones that came together to make a heart. It’s a necklace you wear everyday and became a reminder that someone loved you unconditionally. When he proposed to you atop the ferris wheel, the ring was designed to match the necklace. Your wedding was small and intimate with just friends and family in attendance on the Kent family farm. It was the highlight of your life to be marrying the man of your dreams.
Life wasn’t always perfect with Clark though. Sharing your boyfriend (and eventual husband) with the world was not the easiest task to undertake but when he came home to you, those insecurities subsided. But those pesky feelings still lingered. Feelings of being unwanted and insecurities plagued the back of your mind. Besides, the Daily Planet constantly wrote puff pieces of his alter ego - with a few being written by you. As time passed and the world became more cruel, it became harder to keep those thoughts hidden. Little by little, those insecurities reared their ugly heads that led to some of the lowest of lows in your life since meeting Clark. He didn’t seem to understand why you were feeling as such and justified his work that it was his life’s purpose. And you didn’t seem to understand why he couldn’t empathize with your feelings. You stood by him through thick and thin. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly that came with being Superman. You weren’t perfect either, though. You were an ambitious reporter and were climbing up in your career at the Daily Planet. Your work also came with some ugliness as you advanced in your career. This meant that the two of you were in the spotlight for your work. Two very different spotlights but spotlights nonetheless.
It hit particularly hard the one argument that ensued after he missed your first wedding anniversary. It was an important milestone that you had planned out for weeks. You had made reservations at the restaurant you had your first date on and he didn’t make an appearance until the morning hours of the following day. You had looked like a fool at the restaurant; patrons giving you looks of pity as you sipped on your water and twiddled your thumbs like a fool waiting for him. When he greeted you with a bouquet of lilies - the first drop of uneasiness touched your chest. You weren’t happy to see him. To see his sweet face you’d kissed good morning the morning before. To see his ocean eyes that carried such sincerity because he had broken a promise to you. He could see that he couldn’t avoid a fight with you because you didn’t look at him with love. Your eyes were filled with disappointment. The argument that ensued ended with him leaving for most of the day as you sobbed into your pillow. When he had returned you had awoken only to softly cry yourself to sleep again.
It took two days for the two of you to speak again and work through the argument. You both tried to be more mindful and quickly moved on from the unhappy moment. A part of you was content with the conversation and hopeful for what was to come with Clark. It wasn’t the first fight you two had but it was the first that hurt you so deeply.
Nothing could’ve prepared you for the day you had asked for a divorce from Clark. It wasn’t something you planned but it wasn’t something you hadn’t contemplated in the recent year after your third wedding anniversary. It had come out of your mouth after another argument that was going nowhere. You had argued about how you were growing apart - how you had taken time off after planning to go away for a small vacation just the two of you and he wasn’t putting in the effort. He had come home late but it wasn’t because of him being Superman. It was because he worked late with Lois Lane on a story after he had told you that morning he’d be home to go on the trip. You were prepared to forgive him if it was because of his Superman duties but this was the last straw.
You weren’t the jealous type but even at work, it seemed like the two of you barely spoke as the years progressed. He got paired up with Lois for more stories and you didn’t like the sinking twist of your stomach whenever you saw Clark with her. They looked cute together and probably the office assumed he was sleeping with her given how flirty they tended to be (at least she was). The first time he noticed how much it bothered you, he assured you with his words and actions that he felt nothing for the reporter. He went as far as to give you a passionate kiss in the middle of the office, in front of Lois, as you bid him goodbye to go to an interview for a story you were writing. It had made you weak in the knees and you were close to pulling him into the archives room to continue the passion but you simply blushed and told him you loved him with the most love struck smile on your face. That squashed those insecurities for a while until you started noticing how close they’d sit together while brainstorming or how he began to stay later with her to work on a story. You tried not to be the jealous wife but you couldn’t help the green monster that was building on your fears and insecurities. The few times you brought it up afterwards, Clark was dismissive about your feelings. It hurt you. Hurt how little he seemed to care about your feelings.
From there, arguments were becoming more common. Filled with silence or one of you leaving the apartment for some time. It had become common practice to not speak to each other and eventually move on from the argument. You hated that your marriage had come to this point. After the last argument, you had left the apartment this time. You checked into a hotel and went to the bar for a drink. You looked at your ring and a tear ran down your cheek realizing that it didn’t give you hope. It didn’t give you the feeling you were hoping for because deep down, you knew that you couldn’t continue in the marriage if it wasn’t going to be mended. You had run the course of the marriage and it pained you. When you returned two days later, Clark was making lunch for both of you. He was prepared to go on the trip and put the argument behind. Your heart was racing because you didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to end something you had hoped would never end but it had to end. You needed to be the one to make Clark realize that the two of you weren’t going to get the happy ending. Not with each other. You were prepared for him to be upset and yell and express every reasonable emotion. When you uttered those terrible words, he simply froze and you could see his heart shatter from the look he gave you because he knew you were going to see the divorce through. The day ended with you packing your things and going back to the hotel, retaining a divorce lawyer and hunting for apartments. You had managed to find a job as a journalist for a small paper and put in your two weeks at the Daily Planet. By the end of it all, all you gave Clark was a letter asking for forgiveness for ending your marriage. Detailing all the love you had for him was genuine and would always remain but that for now, your paths had to separate. You ended the letter acknowledging that the two of you couldn’t be friends but that you’d wait for that day to come. Wait for the day that he’d like you again. You’d wait for his love again.
Clark’s heartbreak was just about close to unbearable as he didn’t pull his punches during missions and even Bruce had to pull him back from time to time. He had clung to that letter you wrote him and cried so hard the day he received it. Beating himself up for letting one of the most important people in his life feel the need to cut ties with him. Letting you feel like you had to end your story together. You weren’t fairing much better. For the first few months, you were crying yourself to sleep almost daily. Life had become mundane and when you thought of Clark, it became sad and lonely. You hated the pain you felt in your chest that had spread to your whole body.
A coworker at your new job had seen how sad you were about your divorce and handed you an ad about Wayne Enterprises having technology that claimed to erase people from your memory. A part of you didn’t think such a thing existed but you knew Bruce wouldn’t build something if it didn’t work. When Bruce Wayne saw your name on the list of possible subjects, he reached out to you. Meaning, he paid a visit at your current apartment that was now closer to Gotham. You had known Bruce through Clark and knew of his alter-ego as well. Batman had actually saved you a few times when you were in Gotham chasing leads and doing interviews. When he first met you, Clark and you had been together for a year and had been invited to one of Bruce’s fancy charity events. He had seen how in love you two were. He hadn’t seen Clark so happy before you came into his life and he could see the adoration you held for the Kryptonian. Clark had even said to him that night that he was going to marry you. It warmed his heart to see how happy you two had made each other in such a short period of time.
You had ironically decided to have the procedure done on what would’ve been your fourth wedding anniversary. You looked down at the box that contained every memory attached to Clark. The receptionist had handed you a clipboard with a waiver to sign; giving Wayne Enterprises permission to move forward with the process. A nurse came out to call your name and you handed her the clipboard. She brought you inside and took the box of your memories. You sat down and took deep breaths, the nurse giving you a few minutes as she left to get he others for the procedure. You looked around at the room, it was meant to look comfortable given the severity of the process. There was a mirror on the wall to your right. You figured it was part of the original room and that maybe on the other side were boxes of other people’s memories.
On the other side of the mirror, Clark stood looking at your nervous self that waited for the technicians to arrive. Bruce had elected to do the procedure himself for his friend after informing him that you had signed up for it yourself. Clark had come in on the same day per Bruce’s request since he figured it was best for it to be done on the same day for the both of you. Clark had come in with a box full of memories connected to you. Pictures that he had of you and different items you had gotten him through the years such as the bracelet you made for him while he was away on a mission with the Justice League. You had put beads with your initials on the bracelet and just like you wore your necklace, he wore his bracelet. The box also contained a picture he had taken of you out on his parent’s farm the weekend he brought you home to meet Ma Kent. The box unsurprisingly contained a great deal of pictures of you that he took. Some silly ones, cute ones, romantic and his most cherished one was at the top of the pile. It was a picture of the two of you kissing on your wedding day. Clark had taken it himself with his digital camera he carried everywhere with him. His other favorite picture was one of you under the covers, smiling and looking so peaceful and happy as he took the picture, wearing one of his flannels. It was taken the morning after he proposed to you. You had a picture of Clark in your box that you had taken a few seconds after he took that photo. He didn’t want to put anything in the box and be selfish but he knew for it to work, he had to follow Bruce’s instruction. The one item that wasn’t in the box was the letter you wrote him after your divorce. The one that solidified your parting of ways. He gave the letter to Bruce and told him wished he hadn’t made you feel so hurt that you had to do this.
With that, the billionaire decided to tell his friend that this wasn’t the first time the two of you had gone through this procedure. Two years prior to the two of you meeting, you both had been together for three years and had a great falling out that ended the relationship. It was enough to bring the both of you, at separate times, to him and ask to have your memories of each other erased. Bruce wanted to tell you but the sadness reflected in your eyes was enough to keep his mouth shut. Maybe deep down you knew that this wasn’t the first time you wanted to erase Clark from your life. You loved him so deeply that the only way for life to move forward again, he had to be erased. Clark didn’t realize he was crying as he heard his friend recount the first time you two had come in and watched you play with the pendant necklace he gave you when you moved in together. He still remembers how nervous he was to gift it to you; worried it was not going to be your style. He remembers how his heart leaped when you squealed with joy at the present. His heart felt heavy knowing you still wore the necklace despite being divorced. It was bittersweet hope that maybe you’d be able to try again without having to do this. He wanted to break through the window and beg you not to forget him but he knew that once your mind was made up, you saw it through. So, he sat down and asked Bruce to erase his memories of your relationship. All Clark wanted was for you to be happy. If that meant erasing him, he would learn to live with that.
As you closed your eyes, recounting the countless memories you had made with Clark for the last five years, it was hard to hold back the few tears that wet your cheeks. Your breathing got heavy as Clark disappeared from your life. Your fingers reached for your necklace - the remaining piece of the love you were erasing from your entire being. You looked at the nurses beside you, asking with teary eyes if you could keep just this one memory for yourself. You softly begged them as one nurse held your hand and told you that it was going to be okay, that the process was almost complete. You took in a shaky breath and closed your eyes as your fingers cling to the pendant; feeling the final memory of Clark’s ocean eyes fade.
When you opened your eyes again, you were slightly disoriented but greeted with the kind face of the nurse. She asked if you were okay and you smiled. You knew whatever just happened, it worked because there was a lightness in your chest. It felt as though you were brand new. As you stood from the chair, you thanked everyone. Without noticing, Bruce Wayne had come in to the room to congratulate you on the success of the procedure. You thanked the billionaire and went about your day. You took in the crisp afternoon air of Gotham and headed back your apartment. Clark came out the building a few minutes after you.
A few years later, life was certainly different. You had landed a job working for the Gotham Gazette as the lead investigative reporter and had made a name for yourself. You were content with life but there was something missing. At night, you found yourself out on dates that never led anywhere. On the nights where it was particularly bad, you phoned your billionaire friend Bruce Wayne whom you grew closer to in the following years with working at the Gazette. He became a confidant for your woes and wishes of your life. Bruce had come to deeply care about you after you had the procedure. Part of the reason was because Clark asked him to look out for you since he wouldn’t be able to. He couldn’t help to grow close to you because you were that type of soul that brought a warmth and comfort he hadn’t felt since he lost his parents.
Clark had focused on his work in the following years of his procedure. He had struck a relationship with his coworker, Lois Lane. They had been together for three years but it wasn’t working. Mainly because Clark hadn’t felt he could spend his life with her. She was beautiful, smart, ambitious and just about everything he could ask for in a partner but there was something missing. He couldn’t put his finger on it and quite frankly it killed him to continue in a relationship he knew wasn’t going to end in marriage.
Bruce had invited you to his charity event to raise money for the orphaned children of Gotham. He always invited you since he knew it could be good for networking for you and every now and then, you would get a date out of it. Clark and the other Justice League members were in attendance for this event as they knew this was an important cause for Bruce. Clark had just broken up with Lois the week prior and had been sulking, He originally wasn’t going to attend the event but Bruce and the others convinced him that a night out would be good for him.
A couple of hours into the event and you find yourself feeling out of place. Especially with the dress you chose; it was from a thrift shop you had found in Gotham and it had more of a bohemian look to it rather than the posh aura the other attendees wore. Bruce had checked in with you a few times to make sure you were okay; knowing how intense the scene of the Gotham elite could be and assuring you in the process of how beautiful you looked. You found yourself at the bar, grabbing what seemed to be your fifth flute of champagne for the night. Your spacial awareness was starting to go so it wasn’t surprising when you bumped into a large figure at your side, spilling some of your drink on him. You were a mess apologizing to the man. You were expecting him to make fuss but it was a pleasant surprise when you heard him softly chuckling at you. You were flushed with embarrassment but when you stared into the eyes of the man, your heart stopped. Meeting his deep blue eyes spread a warmth the champagne earlier hadn’t achieved. His heart also seemed to stop upon meeting your gaze. Your eyes made him feel like he had finally come home after a long journey of searching.
To continue having you in his presence, he joked that you owed him a dance in order to make up for ever so slightly wetting the sleeve of his navy blue suit. Hearing the slight mischievous tone only made you laugh in agreement, a sound he already found addicting. When he pulled you close to him, you hoped he couldn’t hear how hard your heart was beating. As you followed his lead, you relaxed and he took the opportunity to ask for your name.
“Y/N.”
“Clark.”
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mvltisstuff · 10 months
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Hi! I was wondering if could do an Eddie Diaz request.
eddie meets reader at a hospital when the 118 drop a victim off because she’s a doctor there. she’s a new attending and as he comes more and more they get closer with each visit and she asks him out. they’ve been dating a few months when the hospital goes on lockdown and he gets a call from the reader. she’s crying as she says her goodbyes and that’s all i can think of but happy ending please 🥺😁
falling in reverse - e.d
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summary: request
eddie diaz x reader
a/n: this got pretty deep… this is also inspired by the hospital shooting episodes of greys anatomy, which were written so well. please note this and decide if you want to continue because this is not just something that happens in tv. it’s talked about in the media but there is not nearly enough change that needs to be happening. be aware of the resources in your area and stay. educated. thank you for the request, love 🩶
the whole team arrives back to the station after a quick call. bobby came out of the passengers seat as everyone else came out of the back, putting their gear back up and heading upstairs. eddie runs his hands back down his pockets, checking to make sure the small box was still inside. he opens it up and is bombarded with the shine of the bright diamond that is sat inside the velvet.
he smiles at the thought of it, finally being ready to say those 4 quick, but massive words. he’s been preparing himself and even christopher, and he decided he was ready. there’s no one he wants more than y/n. he completely cherished her inside and out, making sure to admire every single part of her. every time he thought about her the butterflies fluttered in his stomach like he was back in middle school. he couldn’t imagine a more perfect outcome than her being in his arms every night. eddie has struggled immensely with relationships and connections after losing shannon, feeling like everything he touches just disintegrates through his fingers. he knew the first time he saw her that it wasn’t just quick fling, it was intensely love swimming over him.
eddie sped through the streets to pull up the the ER entrance with his, hens, and chimneys patient in the back. he had been severely bleeding from his abdomen and had to be extracted from a burning workplace.
eddie turned the sirens off, climbed out the drivers seat, and yanked open the back doors of the ambulance. he unlocked the wheels of the gurney and helped to pull it down. the flood of nurses came rushing out along with several different doctors in trauma scrubs.
one doctor came following out, pulling her hair back and tying it up as she slid her blue gloves on. “what do we got?” she asks.
“tyler rodrigues, male, 32,” eddie starts saying. “probable internal bleeding and third degree burns on lower extremities, BPs stable.
“alright, get him into trauma two, page plastics and ortho, sanchez, get that ultrasound up and running immediately!” she says, handing out demands to the interns in different colored scrubs.
eddie definitely is not the type of guy to take an interest of someone when he’s working or worse- when they’re both working. but the way she handled herself and the way she spoke to those patients had him in a trance. she was also beautiful, her hair fell perfectly around her face and she moved around so gracefully.
she walked out of the sliding doors of the trauma room, discarding her covering gown and sauntered over to the three first responders at the front desk. hen elbows eddie in his ribs, “careful, diaz, she’s coming this way.”
“w-what?” he mumbles and looks back to see her making her way over with a smile on her face.
“just act normal.”
“chimney…” she begins, and chim pulls her into a hug. “how is everything, you feeling good?”
“no stab wounds, no rebar, i’m living the life,” chimney smiles and pulls away as hen whispers to eddie.
“she was his surgeon when he got hurt,” hen informs.
“and i cant forget about miss henrietta wilson!” she comes over and wraps her arms around her. they exchange quick conversation about their lives, karen and denny. “and diaz?”
eddie’s face drops and he swears he’s as red as a tomato. he doesn’t remember ever meeting her, even when chimney was stabbed by doug. “yeah, ha-have we met?”
“no, not properly,” y/n tells him. “i saw your name tag,” she says with a bright smile and eddie blushes a little. he thought he grew out of the awkward crush stage, but guess not.
“right,” he laughs. “eddie diaz, 118.”
“dr. y/n y/l/n, it’s nice to finally speak to you,” she slips out. “or meet you! sorry, i’ve just seen you come in a few times.”
“don’t worry about it,” he grins and they all look down at the prominent beeping noise coming from her waistband.
“well, i have a surgery so i’ll see you guys later?” they all nod and begin to turn away. “nice seeing you, eddie.”
eddie trails behind the partners, with a small smirk on his face. “oh he’s got it bad,” hen says.
“that woman saved my life and i think she forgot we were there,” chimney says, with his head down as they pile back into the aid car.
eddie stamped back up the stairs, pulling out his phone from his bag when he got there. everyone was crowded around the kitchen island, talking about the call or their own thoughts. eddie was facing his own nightmare when he saw the notifications flashed on his screen.
y/n/n: 11:34
12 missed calls
he rapidly unlocked his phone, smashing in the password numbers and checking his texts and voicemails. his face dropped when he saw the one remaining voice mail from y/n.
one unread voice message from y/n/n at 11:41
he quickly moved himself away from everyone, barricading himself in the corner. he shakily pressed play on the voice message, loudly. he didn’t care if anyone heard.
“hey, baby,” she starts, quietly and shakily. “i know you’re probably on a call, but i wanted you to listen to me. i don’t want you to freak out or anything yet, but, um, i think someone has a gun. im doing everything i can, but i had to call you and tell you how much i love you…” she breathes and deeply exhales. “i love you more than anyone and i’d do anything for you. i love you so, so much, eddie. i know what you’d say, don’t think this way but i had to say my goodbye just in case… in case i don’t make it out of here. you’re in my heart forever, eddie.”
eddie has no tears in his eyes from the pure terror. she’s alone in this building and has no idea what might be on the other side. he stares at the wall, and the ringing in his ears becomes severe and he feels like he was hit by a car. the whole team overheard, drowning in their own fear as well. the noises of the TV were spat out at them.
“we have breaking news to interrupt our regular programs, several shots have been fired at LA general hospital and an active shooter warning has been sent out-“
everyone’s mouths were gaped open, looking directly at eddie who is already sprinting out of the station and into the engine. he knows they’ll be called soon anyway, so why not get a head start? and everyone follows him, getting into the engine.
eddie plays the message on repeat, looking for any little details and hope. the second they arrived on scene, eddie barely gave the engine time to stop before he was out. his mind was in complete fight mode, which almost gave him the impulse to run in and find his soon to be fiancé.
gathered around the hospital are multiple SWAT trucks and tens of police units. they were coming in and out, and eddie almost dropped to his knees when he heard the three words, “suspect in custody.”
the hospital was eerily silent. it was terrifying to y/n, as it was always busy and loud and now, there wasn’t even beeping of machines or hissing of intubation. it was like the whole world stopped. she had ran into the bathroom of a patient, not leaving the room for any reason. locate, lockdown. the four L’s were speeding through her mind in a desperate fight to survive. when you get the training, you assume it’ll never happen to you. but it can.
she was splattered with blood from the bank in a desperate attempt to save herself if needed, but then found herself locked in the small room. her mind had almost become a blur, waiting forever to get the all clear before she heard the SWAT teams come into the room and help lead her out. her eyes were glued to the ceiling to avoid any contact with the horror ensuing.
she had finally been confronted with the fresh california air, walking outside and looking around for anyone she knew. her hands were fallen loosely around her sides, but her posture was stiff.
meanwhile, behind the yellow tapes and barriers, eddie was attempting to get inside to find y/n, having no idea that she was almost right in front of him. “i swear to god, athena, i need to get in there and find her, i have no clue where she is and i need her to be ok, so please,” he rapidly spits out when he feels bobby place a calm hand on his shoulder.
“eddie,” he says, turning his attention to the fearful woman standing in the middle of the parking lot. he’d been waiting for hours for her to be evacuated, the process feeling like years.
when eddie adjusts himself and focuses his eyes, he pulls his stapled feet off the ground and walks over to y/n with his hands out shortly. she sees him coming up, sighing out of exhaustion and was finally in repose. her eyes were red and tired, filled with non-stop tears that were subconsciously falling down her cheeks.
“eddie?” she practically whispers.
“yeah, honey, it’s me,” he replies, stepping in closer as she falls into his embrace. “it’s ok, you’re gonna be ok, you’re safe,” he murmurs sweet comforts into her ear and places his hand on the back of her head. her shivering hands were placed against his back.
being able to fall against him and cry on his shoulder almost erased all of y/n’s thoughts. she knew she did everything she had to do, and now was the last step. live
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mimicrymaster · 7 months
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Anything for you. Pantalone x Reader
Warning: Mention of cheating, false accusation, theft, imprisoment, starvation,preg!reader, cheater! Kaeya,
Ie: for the people who love Kaeya. I also love him, one of my favorite playable char, but i want to try him this kind of situation.
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It was a rainy night in Liyue. Everyone is either their home or one of the city inns. Just  a few, mostly homeless people who remained outside in the cold weather. One of them, a young woman silently cried and gently patted her stomach.
-I know love you hungry…so i…but don't worry…mother will get you food somehow…somehow…- her tears became in one with the raindrops what fell from the little rag what she managed to get from the back alleys. She collected a little water to drink in her free hand, but it just make her stomach grumble more.
-Im sorry baby…im sorry…- She sobbed and slowly stand up, stumbled over the road , but a moment later someone caught her and shortly after a heavy dark jacket landed on her back. She heard a  calm male voice. 
-Oh my…It's too cold out here darling. You’ll catch a cold if you…- She looked up to where the voice and the jacket came from. By the archons. It was a handsome man with luscious long black hair and glasses.
-I-im sorry sir. I did not want…- she tried to move away, but he gently grabbed her shoulder and with another hand he moved her face to front of his.
-My, you look really weak darlin’. You eat something today?- Maybe she just imagined but his voice was surprisingly concerned just as his eyes. After his question she started to cry even more. The young woman's trembling lips are not open for answer. He quickly pulled his hand from her face and lifted her in bridal style. 
You need to go to a doctor. Lets go.
Later, in the clinic.
“This cant be real. Why he helped me?” She thought as she slowly gulped the warm soup what the nurse gave her earlier.
The doctor and a man who brought her there  talked not far from her.
Thank you kind sir for bringing her in time. She was seriously malnourished and her fever almost get worse. It was deadly to both her and the baby.
…Understand. Thank you doctor. - The raven haired man looked at the woman. - May I ask for some minutes of privacy with her after you finish the necessary checks?
Of course. I just finished the papers.  Take your time. - And then he left the room. The other man grabbed a chair and sit next to bed.
I'm sorry for the vulgarity, i'm not even introduced myself to you. Name is Pantalone. May i ask yours? - She just put the empty bowl on the counter and bowed her head. She weakly told her name. Pantalone let out a worried sigh.
Beautiful name. So, you’re not from Liyue?
I'm from Mondstadt. I was from there.
And may i ask what happened to you in this condition?
…I did not know either. - She muttered and grabbed the  bedsheet. Pantalone raised a brow, but before he opened his mouth, she continued- Just one month ago I was in the middle of the preparation of my wedding with my fiance and the next moment i was accused for stealing relic from the temple.
You did that?
Of course not! - she cried out. - I would never do such a thing! And turn out…that said relic was not even stolen from.
Hooh? Then what happened? - She gripped the sheets with more force, he put his hand on hers to ease her a little bit.
My own fiance, who is one the knight of Favonius, came to arrest me. They put me in the jail without a trial.
Thats kinda suspicious.
At first i dod not understand either, but later i found out.
??
The two guards who  was on night patrol talked about how Kaeya already moved another woman in our house and tomorrow they will get me out of the town to ‘put another place’. They don't even cared about i heard them.
Now you safe darlin’.- Pantalone gently moved his hand toward hers.- They dont hurt you anymore.
But why? - she cried. - Why did he did this to me?! I was his fiance! With his child! He told me to get married earlier! 
He did not think about it seriously. He did not care about you and the baby at all. - He said the with a cold tone. She froze from his words. Then she let out a sigh and a weak smile toward Pantalone.
Thank you, for saying this…Maybe i …i just want to hear what i tought. - His face are softened after her sudden comment and start to caress her hands with this tumb.
Tomorrow i need to travel to Inazuma. Would you mind to accompany to me on this journey?
…Why did you care about me, Mr Pantalone? - She asked weakly.
Because i know the feeling when you been left all alone without any hope. I don't want you to feel that anymore.
…Thank you.
6 Years later, Mondstadt
Around noon, a big fancy carriage arrived to the town. Folks gathered around it, and when the door opened 3 young children jump out from it, all boys. After them a tall male with an expensive looking dress came out and reached his hand toward a woman, who also wore a beautiful dress but also covered her face with a silvery colored vail.
Boys, dont run so far. Wait for me and your mother.- He hold her hand and they start to go after the children. Everyone looked at confusion the faces, the knight, the restaurant owner and even Mondstadt  most wealthies man, Diluc came into their view. And he did not like what he saw at all. As they make a stroll over the stairs, one of the guard stop their way upstairs.
Im sorry sir, but this is way is restricted. Military personel only.
Oh, dont mind good sir - Pantalone smiled as the boys hid behind him and their mother. - I was just here to talk with lady Jean.
And may i know what interest?
It really nothing..- Now he slightly opened his eyes, showed a more menacing side of his - i wanted to talk about her how much this city cost? I want to buy it.
To be continue…
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kichikichiko · 1 year
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3rd times the charm
A/N: I THINK I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THIS ISTG NDKDJSKFK
Scaramouche x fem!reader, modern AU, university AU, scaramouche swears a bit, sort of love at first sight?, proofread, LONG FIC COMING THROUGHH
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Scara first saw you in the hallways of the campus, later he found out that you were actually in the same classes as him, you took the same lectures and almost had the same schedule.
When he first saw you he didnt think much, just thought you were one of the only good looking people in the whole campus, it was just admiration he told himself.
However that admiration has turned into something more as the weeks go by. One of your professors has decided to give an individual assignment requiring everyone to make a 10 minute long presentation
Scara was planning to bail on it and not come to on the d day, but found out that presentation made up 30% of his final grade and had no choice but to do it and come to class to present, much to his dismay.
On the day of the presentation, he came in early like everyone else, sat down and revised his presentation. He midway through checking his presentation Scara decided to just play with his nails or look at the table
Because to him, the table was much more interesting to observe than anything else. in fact he'd to count all the little lines that are on the wooden table then revise his presentation.
One after another people started to present and the man started getting bored and sleepy. It felt like hours and it never seemed to end soon, Scara thought about going home and skip presenting, until he heard your voice as you started your presentation.
He verted his gaze away from the table to look at you.
With the amount of time given to present, he cant help but notice the little details from you. Your voice loud and clear for everyone to hear, confident enough to talk but, also nervous as you were subconciously playing with your fingers, eyes looking at the presentation then averting it to the audience, and the way you laughed, trying to answer the professors questions. The way your voice sounded sent butterflies to his stomach and he doesnt know why.
This was the only time he listened with full attention to someones presentation and he couldnt give an answer to why.
His attention was completely on you for a solid 10 minutes, only stopping when your presentation was finished and you were sent back to your seat.
Even then, his eyes followed your figure until you sat down,
The violet haired man sat a few rows behind you, and even if he couldnt see your face, his eyes never left your figure until the end of the lecture.
Whenever he knew you and him had class together, he would quickly get ready and make his way towards the campus. He took note that you always came 5 minutes after him, so next time he decided to come 5 minutes later than his usual time, just to be able maybe cross paths with you in the campus hallways. It never worked though, much to his dismay.
Thats alright, he'll try again, maybe he needs to find you not in the lecture room but during break time.
"1st times the charm" he'd mumble to himself.
Even so, during breaktime, if he just so happens to see you something would ALWAYS go south. Example, Scara sees you alone on a table outside, revising some notes? He'll muster up the courage to talk up to you. But he could never reach you without something fucking his plan.
One time he finally found you and his gaze never left you, meaning he wasnt aware of his surroundings. He tripped on a rock and fell face first. Immediately after he tripped and got stares from people around the man left, face completely red from embarrassment, hoping you didnt see the whole fiasco happening in front of you.
"2nd times the charm." He told himself one day, as he was getting ready for the day.
Well boy oh boy was he wrong. He saw you in the campus cafe drinking (beverage of choice). Again, his gaze on you and what happened this time? He bumped into someone, making their coffee ruin his outfit.
"FUCKING HELL!" Everyone quickly tried to find the source of such a loud scream, which means you did as well.
When he found out everyone was staring at him including you, he froze, looked at the person who's coffee spilled all over him, looked at everyone else, then at you and ran out again face red.
"....okay that was weird" you'd mumble to yourself, before focusing back to your laptop. You swore you saw his face somewhere, and tried to find out exactly "where" was.
Scara ran to the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls, not even bothering to clean up the coffee stain on his shirt.
The man was utterly and completely embarrassed by what just happened. He simply doesn't know if he has the guts to come to another class next time around when he is bound to meet you again. Because there is no way that you won't recognize his face after that whole Fiasco.
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Few days have gone by and Scara was close to just giving up. During lecture, he made sure to sit far far in the back where the possibilites of you seeing his face is close to 0.
Even after just a few days his mind was still replaying the scene in his head over and over again to the point where he could probably describe every single detail in a heartbeat.
There was no way 3rd times the charm.
Instead of going to the campus Cafe this time around he decided to go to a nearby cafe which was just a few blocks down the street.
He knew that you wouldn't be here anyways as you are usually in the campus Cafe. He was positively sure that he wouldn't see you here
But just as luck has it of course whatever he said wasn't true because the moment he heard a familiar voice he knew it was you instantly. Either way he looked up to see if it was actually you, praying it wasnt and he was just hallucinating.
Lo and behold, there you were, in the cashier ordering a drink.
Scaramouche started mentally kicking himself and started cussing at the world for doing this to him. He felt like, no, he KNEW that the world was mocking him for what happened to him and wanted to see it happen again live.
He wanted to leave but before he could he heard your voice starting to panic. Because he heard you panic his head whips back to you to see what the fuss was about
What he saw was you rummaging through your bag to find something which he could only guess was your wallet and in fact he wad right.
"Shit! I forgot my wallet!!" You said, panicking as you were worried you were holding up the line. You kept trying to find your wallet but to no avail, so you decided to cancel your drink and run back to your dorm to get your wallet and buy a drink in the campus Cafe instead.
Before you got the chance to cancel your order and apologize to the person behind the cashier Scaramouche whipped up his credit card and paid for your drink. The person behind the cashier took his card and ringed it up meanwhile you stared up at him and complete shock.
After the transaction was done and Scaramouche got his card back only then did you started talking
"y-you didnt have to that sir..." you mumbled a bit, mentally punching yourself for letting a stranger pay for your drink because you forgot your damn wallet.
Scara looked at you and shaked his head "it's no problem"
You widened your eyes as you finally recognize who this man was. You remember that he was in your lecture class and you paid attention to his presentation assigned to all of you a few weeks back. Although the way that he presented his presentation wasn't all the best, because he seemed uninterested and wanted to get the hell out of the class fast (which was true) you were enchanted by the way his voice sounds, and how attractive he looks.
You also remembered the incident inside the campus cafe, when he suddenly screamed out "FUCKING HELL" which shocked everyone.
Pointing at him, with curious eyes you asked him "Werent you the guy who screamed out in the campus cafe few days ago??"
With the way that he looks, and the way that he presented himself, you were sure he was going to cuss you out or gaslight you into thinking that never happened but instead you were met with him getting all flustered, taking you by surprise.
"Uhm. Maybe well uh... nevermind that. We dont talk about that okay? That never happened ever" he replied getting more and more red by the minute just thinking about it.
You laughed and nodded "well alright then, Im (name) ive also seen you in class before but nrver got your name"
God your laugh was attractive, he thought to himself before clearing his throat "Scaramouche."
"Well then scaramouche, would you be interested in having a drink with me as we chat? I mean were already here so might as well right...?" You suggested with a smile.
He gladly took your offer although did so in a way where it made him look uninterested,
He prayed that this time, things would go according to plan
After all,
3rd times the charm right?
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make-me-imagine · 1 year
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Better Late Than Never
Plot: You and Tom have been friends for years, but you secretly fell in love with him. Thinking he will never feel the same you finally decide it's time to move on, but Tom has other plans.
Prompts: "All I've ever wanted is was for you to see me." + "I just cant see myself ever living without you."
Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x Gn!Reader (Y/n insert)
Requested By: @persephonesportal
Warnings: Brief mentions of jealousy. A bit angsty.
Words: 2k
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You tried to resist looking over at him, but no matter what, your eyes always seemed to be pulled back to the man across the bar.
His familiar bright smile was plastered on his face as two women were standing unbearably close to him and Slider. They held the straw of their drinks in their toothy grins as they eyed Tom.
You felt your chest clench as annoyance bubbled through you. Forcing yourself to look away again you swallowed, tapping your finger on the bar top.
It had been years now since you and Tom became friends, you even considered him one of your best friends. But, it wasn't long until you ended up falling for him. You knew you shouldn't, you didn't mean to, but it was something you had no control over.
You wish you could control it. That way you could make those feelings go away. Nothing was more painful than unrequited love.
Your eyes once again rose up to lock on him. You felt the familiar uncomfortable clench of your chest as you saw him look at the woman in front of him.
"Hey."
A voice broke you from your thoughts. Looking over, you saw an attractive man standing in a Navy uniform, leaning on the bar he had a big toothy grin as he smiled at you.
"Hello." You greeted, sitting up a little straighter.
"Air Force huh?" He asked as he eyed your uniform.
"How'd you guess?" You asked with a sarcastic tone.
He chuckled as he sat down on the stool beside you. "Lucky guess." He replied.
You felt a flutter in your chest, and spared a look over at Tom. You wanted him to be looking at you, but his eyes were still on the women in front of him.
Pushing the thought aside, you looked back at the man beside you. You may not be able to completely forget how you feel about Tom, but you may be able to move on from it.
As the woman in front of Tom continued to ask him about his job as she obnoxiously chewed on her straw, Tom's eyes scanned the room looking for you. He much preferred talking to you.
When his eyes stopped on you at the bar, he felt his chest tighten as he saw you laugh, leaning forward as you gently pushed the man in front of you playfully.
He had never seen the man before, but he was clearly piquing your interest.
Tom felt his heart start beating a bit heavier in his chest as he watched you. The way you smiled brightly, a smile he often thought he was the only one to see. The way you were turned to face the man fully, told Tom you were truly interested.
Looking back at the man, Tom saw the way his eyes raked over you, and he felt his stomach turn.
Why was he reacting like this? He had never felt this before. Not towards you. Then again, in the years Tom had known you he had almost never seen you go out with someone, or even seen interested, until now.
He knew what the feelings were. Anger, annoyance, jealousy, fear. But why was he feeling it now? What did it mean?
As Slider nudged his arm, he looked back over, trying to force his thoughts to focus on what Slider was saying, but he couldn't seem to get the idea of you and another man off his mind.
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Tom watched you with curiosity and confusion as you ran off to the showers after training the next day. Most of the time you would wait for him, and you two would walk together and talk, but today you never even set eyes on him.
A feeling in his gut told him something was wrong, that maybe he did something, but he couldn't place what that might have been. His impatience only rose as he waited to see you, hoping you could go to the bar together. You could talk about it then.
When he did finally see you, he noted you were dressed up a bit more than usual, and the feeling in his gut only worsened.
"Y/n!" He called out as he saw you walking towards the parking lot.
As you turned at the sound of his voice and smiled, he felt a small amount of relief wash over him.
"You wanna drive to the bar together?" He asked casually, nothing unusual about the request.
Your face changed, and he felt his chest tighten.
"Sorry Ice, I'm not going tonight. I have a date."
Various feelings ran through him as he stared at you. 'Ice'? You haven't called him that in years. It's been Tom and Y/n for ages.
"Date?" He asked, his voice giving away his confusion.
You nodded, a somewhat shy smile on your face. There was something else there, in your eyes, but he focused too much on his on feelings to catch it.
"And I'm running a bit late, so I gotta go. I'll see you later." You smiled and turned to leave, leaving Tom standing alone basking in his own confusion and jealousy.
You had to go quickly, otherwise you'd give in an go with Tom. You couldn't waste another night of watching him flirt with everyone but you.
Tom stood there for a few minutes, watching as you drove off. His chest was tight and his breathing uneven as he tried to fully understand why he was feeling so upset about this.
Before now, he had never fully comprehended that you could start dating someone. That it wouldn't be him who was the closest man to you in your life. He just always assumed it would just be him. But why?
Suddenly it hit him. Because he wanted it to be that way.
He loved the idea of you and him. Sure he hooked up with some people here and there, but he had never been in a relationship. Because, well, because of you.
As he stood there and realization washed over him he felt uneasy on his feet.
It wasn't that he wanted to be your best friend, it's that he wanted to be with you. He just never fully comprehended it until now, until he realized he might be losing you to another guy.
"Hey Ice, you going to the bar?" Wolfman asked as he walked past.
Tom looked over at him and forced a smile "Yeah, yeah I'll be there in a while." He lied.
Tom looked down the road where you had driven off and felt his gut twist. He felt an overwhelming urge to chase after you. If only he knew were you were going. But he didn't. So he would wait.
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As you pulled back into base, you had a soft smile on your face as you thought about the last couple of hours. Your date had gone surprisingly well, and you got along great.
You liked him. But you knew that wasn't enough. Every time he leaned in closer, flirted, or tried to make a move, an image of Tom would flash in your mind, and you would pull away. He wasn't Tom, he never would be.
Walking towards the barracks, you almost jumped as you saw a silhouette leaning against the wall. It only took a second before you were able to full recognize who it was.
You continued to walk closer "Tom?" You asked with a soft and curious voice.
His head snapped up at the sound of your voice and he quickly stepped away from the wall. "Y/n."
"Is something wrong?" You asked, seeing the almost overwhelmed look on his face.
"No, well- I was just waiting for you."
Your heart skipped a beat as you stopped in front of him, "Why?"
He seemed uncomfortable as he looked around "I wanted to make sure you got back alright."
You chuckled "Okay, thanks dad."
He smiled softly and shook his head "I also wanted to talk to you."
You felt a nervous flutter in your stomach "About what?"
He opened his mouth but hesitated before he cleared his throat "Do you like him? This guy you went out with?"
He knew it was the guy from the bar the other night, it had to be.
"Yeah, I do."
He nodded his head "How much?"
You let out a soft scoff "Why doesn't it matter Tom, what is this?"
He let out a frustrated breath as he rubbed the back of his neck "I just- I don't like it. You, you meet this guy at a bar and talk for what an hour, and your already going out with him?"
So he did see you the other night? Realization hit you, and an odd sense of satisfaction came with it. But why was he acting like this? What did it mean?
"Isn't that how it usually works?" You asked with a bewildered tone. "I mean, haven't you done the same with a dozen women you've met the same way, why am I suddenly wrong for doing it?" Your voice rose with your annoyance.
Your words made Tom realize he was being a hypocrite. He sighed and lifted his hands up "You're right, I'm sorry. I just." He swallowed harshly as he avoided your gaze.
"It's just what, Tom?" Your voice was softer now.
"I don't like the idea of you going out with other guys." He admitted quickly.
You felt the realization of is words hit you like a truck, while also cementing you in place. "You don't like the idea of it?"
"I don't want you to go out with other men." He corrected himself.
"Other men?"
"Men that aren't me, okay?!" He rose his voice a little "Look, I didn't realize it until I saw you with that guy last night, but then tonight you went out with him and it hit me like a ton of bricks that I-" He stopped and met your eyes, and you saw an almost panicked look behind them.
"That you what Tom?" You asked as you stepped closer.
He could see the look in your eyes, reflecting his own sense of desperation.
"That I love you."
You felt your breath catch in your throat, your heartbeat was so heavy you felt it in your head. You felt an overwhelming wave of emotion wash over you. Shock, relief, joy, but the loudest, was anger.
"You've gotta be kidding me." You let out a soft almost scornful laugh.
Tom frowned, as his chest clenched.
"All this time, all this time." You turned and paced for a moment before turning back to face him "For years, all I've ever wanted was for you to see me. All I've wanted was for you to want me. But you never did. And when I finally give it up, and try to move on, now you do?"
Tom realized what you meant and felt guilt wash over him. How long had you waited for him to realize? How long had you ached over him never returning your feelings?
"I'm sorry." He said softly "I'm sorry it took me so long to see it. I mean, even before I realized that I loved you like this, I knew I loved you in some way. And I knew that I wanted to be with you I just didn't realize how."
He took a step closer to you before slowly reaching up and brushing his hand down your arm until he took your hand in his.
"Y/n, it might be selfish, but I cant see myself ever living without you. And I dont want to."
Looking into his eyes, you saw nothing but honesty, and though you were angry with the time wasted, and the truly bad timing, you couldn't help but smile.
"I'll never forgive you for making me wait, you know?"
He smiled as he tugged you closer "I know. And I deserve it."
His eyes flicked down to your lips, and he felt an overwhelming urge to kiss you.
He met your eyes again "And I will make it up to you every day."
"Oh will you?" You asked with a smile.
He nodded and smiled in return "Yeah, I will."
Leaning in swiftly, his lips pressed against yours, catching you by surprise. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach before sending an electric shiver through your body as you leaned into the kiss.
Even if he did make you wait, it was better late than never.
xx End xx
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luvistqrzzz · 10 months
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THE ACCIDENTAL POLAROID- 21- FINALE::: it's like a polaroid love ( written::: 0.5K )
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'Where are you taking me, Chae?!' You screamed blindfolded as you felt your three friends around you, leading you out of Hueningkai's broken car.
'Ssh! It's a surprise', she replied, taking your hand and pulling you into a room. 'I swear to God if you're kidna-' your voice died down as Sunoo removed the blindfold and you were met with the somewhat familiar surroundings of... Hungry Jungle diner.
You stood there, frozen in your spot and feeling tensed because you knew who'd be there. The guy you'd met (? sort of ) in this place. The exact one standing on the small stage staring into your eyes.
The silence was broken by Chaewon gently tugging at your hand and leading you to an empty table. You quickly looked away from him, embarrassed. Who thought it'll be a good idea to bring you here? You could almost kill your friends if only you didn't love them so much.
Heeseung cleared his throat, catching your attention, 'The last song for today is my uh own song and it's written for a special someone. I hope yall enjoy it.'
A soft melody filled the place as he started singing but his eyes were on you.
Why am I relying on to love?
It's obvious feeling anyway
I believed I would know everything
I guess it as trap that I fell for even I knew it
You couldn't help but blush at his voice and the sweet lyrics. Maybe giving the letter wasn't that bad of an idea. Even if the room was filled with people, for you, the chatter died down almost like you and Heeseung were the only ones.
It's like a polaroid love
It's not going my way
I don't even have any trendy filter
But I love that vibe
He finished it, a small hopeful smile on his face. Heeseung muttered a small thank you and bowed before leaving the stage.
Alarmed, you quickly got up, following him as he walked towards through the back door. 'Yah Lee Heeseung!'
He stopped in his tracks. This wasn't part of the plan. He had planned to properly confess to you after the night ended, not like this. 'You can't just walk away after singing that song and making me go crazy.'
He turned around to face you but before he could say anything, you ran up to him, pulling him into a kiss. His eyes widened but he slowly melted into it, pulling you closer by the waist.
You didn't even know what had gotten into you but there you were kissing him out of the blue, a thousand butterflies going wild in your stomach.
'I'm sorr-' '- sorry.' You both burst out into laughter, faces still close to each other. Heeseung caressed your cheek. 'Soooo, what do you say, girlfriend, let's get out of here', he suggested.
You playfully shoved him, 'Who said I was your girlfriend, polaroid boy?!'
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SUMMARY- Lee Heeseung doesn't believe in love at first sight but what happens when he accidentally clicks a polaroid of a girl at the local diner? A girl he can't seem to get out of his mind.
Will he be able to return you the polaroid or will love follow him along the way?
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༊*·˚ Next Door Slut
CHARACTERS: Simon Riley x F! Reader (M! Reader here)
RATING: NSFW
CONTENTS: Civilian reader, male masturbation, slightly possessive + jealous Simon, he’s your neighbor, mentions of smoking, reader is implied to have slept around, may be tense issues in the writing, protected sex (stay safe y’all), vag. fingering, oral (f! receiving), multiple orgasms, biting, brief mention of blood, praise, nicknames used: love, sweetheart
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Simon was trying to sleep- truly he was. Perhaps one of the least odd facts about the man concerned his sleeping schedule, particularly his fondness of early bedtimes. Maybe it was the remnants of being forced awake at ungodly hours of the morning or something simpler like the comfort found in routine. Regardless, it didn’t change the fact that it was you who was disturbing his much-needed rest- you and whatever guy you’d managed to pick up this time.
The apartment walls were made of shitty drywall and thin enough that they left no room for the imagination as your headboard banged noisily against the wall parallel to his bed. There was no rhythm to it, just sloppy, stuttering, sounds that matched the cadence of your moans. They were cheap, spilling from you easily with a pitch that was too high. Too fake. He could recognize the underlying falsity in them but that didn’t stop his shorts from tenting. His body acted before his mind could stamp down the rush of heat. It was annoying how easily you could rile him up without even trying; without knowing.
Simon ran a hand reluctantly over his arousal, hissing quietly. You let out another moan, this one higher than the last, a choking gasp of a name. From the sound of it, your voice was being muffled by pillows- and Simon could almost imagine it, the arch of your back, your mouth hanging open- and god it wasn’t fair. The way these men got to have you. You with your bright eyes and teasing smile.
This hadn’t been the first time you’d brought someone back to your apartment. Far from it in fact. He’d grown almost used to the sound of you lost in your pleasures, except he knew you didn’t take enjoyment in it. The moans you uttered now were only for the sake of the man above you, nothing like the ones you made when you were by yourself. When you thought no one could hear. But he did. Oh, Simon heard it every time, and without fail it landed him where he was now.
Hand fisting his cock, slick sounds joining with your moans. For a moment Simon let himself imagine it was him drawing those noises from you. Imagined it was him above you fucking you into the mattress, with nothing on your lips except his name. There was an added feeling lurking in his stomach, one that wasn’t spurred on by his overwhelming need to get off. One which he didn’t want to admit the existence of. 
After all, you were just his neighbor who he occasionally spoke to. It was already embarrassing enough that he was sitting here stroking one out to you, he didn’t need his mind plagued by jealous thoughts of how much better he could treat you.
Simon shifted, his body burning as he dug his heels into his mattress and pressed his nail into his slit. It drew a strange guttural sound from him, one you mimicked in the form of a shaking whine as you came. Or pretended to at least. It wasn't fair. His hips canted upwards, and he came with a muffled groan, his spend coating his hand and the lower half of his shirt.
On the other side of the wall, it fell silent. Exhausted Simon used his shirt to clean his hand and then he pulled the material up and over his head, tossing it to the other side of his room. His head hit his pillows and it didn’t take long before his breathing went ragged and then slowed. The last thought on his mind was of your face twisted in pleasure below him.
♡ 。
There was a light breeze blowing through the compound and on any other day, it would have felt nice except it was hindering Simon’s ability to get his lighter to fucking work. Frustrated he thumbed the serrated metal wheel, hand cupped cautiously around the non-existent flame until finally, it sputtered to life catching the butt end of his cigarette. 
Satisfied Simon drew in a long breath relaxing as he felt the first hit settle the restless jitter that seemed to reside deep in his bones. Exhaling slowly he began sorting through his mail, smoke curling lazily above his head. 
“Late morning?”
The sound of your voice so close behind him had Simon tensing memories of last night flooding back to him full force. It hit like a punch to the stomach and had he been a lesser man he would’ve grimaced in shame from the knowledge of what he’d done. Instead, he flicked his gaze to you watching from the corner of his eye as you jammed your key into the mailbox next to his and turned it. 
“You were loud last night. Could hear you through the damn walls.” Simon grunted returning his wandering gaze back to his mail but not before he saw the mortified look that passed your face. It satisfied something within him that he couldn’t put a name on. Your embarrassment at being caught tasted sweet in his mouth, like a reward. 
Your mailbox slammed closed hurriedly the metallic bang! filling the silence momentarily. “I’m sorry- I didn’t realize.”  You choked out. He watched as you retreated quickly your footsteps hurried. 
Simon wasn’t sure what possessed him- maybe it was the unsatisfied feeling his orgasm had left him with or the building sense of jealousy he was finally admitting may be there- but he turned dropping the cig and stomping it out. His voice called after you in a low growl. “If it was me you wouldn’t have to pretend love.” 
He watched as you stalled, shoulders hunching upwards towards your ears and then lowering just slightly. For a moment Simon thought you would run away but you turned gaze meeting his. “Who says I was pretending?” Your tone bordered on defensive, but there was a challenge hidden behind them. Lurking beneath the surface. 
Simon’s mouth twitched the barest hint of a smile forming. That was the woman he knew. Your embarrassment was delightful but the fire was what he longed for. He sought after the bite in your words if only so he could imagine smothering them with his mouth. Soothing away the edge in your voice with his skin pressed to every inch of you. 
Every thought in his mind was consumed with the idea of ruining you and they only got worse as he approached, his face a portrait of lust. He stopped when you two stood side by side, arms just barely brushing, the warmth enough to send shivers up your spine. 
“Prove it.” 
The words were barely there, a low whisper that could have easily been mistaken for the wind. You shivered again but this time for a different reason as Simon continued past you, not even sparing a glance back. His words lingered in the empty space he had left behind; an open invitation to learn more about the man who until presently had been nothing more than a quick conversation. 
♡ 。
Getting to his bedroom was a lot harder than Simon had initially expected. From the moment the door had closed behind you your mouth had been on him as if you were starving and he was the only thing that could satiate your hunger. 
Simon would make sure that he was. 
He couldn’t stand the idea of someone else having you like this and hated the thought that some had. It made his hands itch, burning with the need to have them around something- the trigger of a gun, or the handle of a knife- anything to bring him that familiar sense of control. Neither were near so he dug them into the fat of your hips instead. 
You stumbled through the hallway together teeth knocking as you kissed, fingers bruising skin from where you pulled at each other as if you both were trying to tear the other apart at the seams. Halfway through the door to his bedroom, your clothes were discarded, pulled off in a blur of wandering hands and impatient touches. 
Simon pushed you back onto his bed so that your legs dangled just over the edge. It seemed almost perverse to think about how only mere hours ago he had laid there getting himself off to the sound of your moans. But God, he’d be lying if it didn’t get him harder still, especially when you were looking at him in a way that could only be described as sinful- mouth parted and swollen, eyes half-lidded as if he’d done more than kiss you stupid. 
Everything you did was maddening. Terribly maddening. Simon rested his hands on either side of your face, his body bent over yours. Slowly he lowered himself down to his elbows. His tongue traced over the corner of your mouth, cleaning away a smear of blood that had found its way there, most likely his own doing. “I am going to ruin you.” 
His mouth descended lower burning hot against your already flushed skin and you writhed as sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your chest, his canines piercing the skin and coming away red. He licked them clean and you watched the slow bob of his Adam's apple. Your voice shook just slightly, “Is that a promise?” He nipped at your hip, hand sliding beneath the band of your underwear and slipping them down past your thighs. 
Simon smiled against your skin. “I can promise that once I’m done with you no man will be able to satisfy you like me.” His voice was a low husk against the inner skin of your thigh, his eyes heady as they took in the sight of your dripping hole. 
Slowly, experimentally he pushed a finger into you and then a second picking up in pace as he fucked them into you. You squirmed as his mouth found your clit but he held you steady, his other hand pressed down on you with an almost unnatural amount of strength. 
“Simon-“ You huffed the stimulation growing to be too much. It’d been far too long since you’d had this kind of focus on you and it made your legs shake. Your orgasm was fast approaching and it seemed that it was his goal to get you there. He twisted his fingers in just the right way that had your head slamming back against the mattress a broken moan being ripped from your chest.
Despite your weak protests, Simon pulled away just slightly smiling victoriously, his mouth covered in your slick. Not that he seemed to mind. 
“Now that was real sweetheart- and I didn’t even have to use my cock.” He swiped his thumb across your clit watching the way you twitched around his fingers, head falling to the side as you let out a small whimper in response. “God you’re breathtaking. How could those tossers not want this?”
“Most of them were drunk-“ You hedged, unsure why you were attempting to defend them. Simon wasn’t having that though. His mouth latched back onto you and any thoughts of those other men died at the way his fingers began to work you open again. 
It didn’t take long after that to reach your high. You came with a wrecked gasp of his name, grip tightening around the blonde curls on top of his head holding him in place. Simon gave you a minute to ride it out fingers fucking into you still albeit at a slower pace. Eventually, you relaxed your legs falling around his shoulders loosely, eyes fluttering closed.
The sound of tinfoil being ripped open brought your eyes back to his and then down to where he was rolling the condom onto himself. You held your breath at the sight. He was big. Bigger than you had expected. 
Simon’s gaze was locked on yours as he resumed his earlier position bent over you. “You okay there sweetheart?” He asked teasingly, using one hand to push your leg up towards your chest and the other to guide himself slowly towards your entrance. You nodded, exhaling slowly.
“There you go love, breathe. I’ll go easy on you.” Simon murmured pushing forward his cock stretching you painfully as he entered inch by inch. He ran his nails up your side soothingly, occasionally stopping to trace over the already bruising bite marks he had left against your skin. His gaze seemed almost affectionate as he admired them. 
Once he was sure you had adjusted to the size of him Simon pulled back dragging himself out of you slowly. It took everything in you not to sob as he slammed back into you, picking up a brutal pace that contradicted his earlier words and had you digging your nails into his bicep.
“You’re doing so well sweetheart-” Simon grunted pushing your leg down further against your chest, stretching it in a way that made it ache. His gaze tracked each expression on your face, each twitch of your walls around him. Enthralled with the way your moans spilled from your chest wrecked and shuddering- as if you couldn’t hold them in but were desperately trying to. If you would have opened your eyes you would have seen the almost affectionate look that crossed his face. 
As it was you didn’t notice- far too consumed with the feeling of him hitting all the right spots in you and your all too quickly approaching orgasm. And then he pushed your other leg up, joining your first one, and the new angle forced you over the edge. Almost blindingly quick your second orgasm took you, and you sobbed as Simon pressed his face into your neck and continued his rough pace. 
He could feel your pretty cunt squeezing him, sucking him in. It was driving him crazy. He groaned lowly as you tugged at his hair forcing his gaze to your fucked out expression. “Cum f’me Simon.” You pleaded and who was he to deny you when you asked so sweetly? His hips stuttered against yours, his moan smothered against your mouth as he finally let himself tip over into bliss. 
A minute passed and Simon removed himself from you slowly, leaving to toss the condom and returning with a wash rag. He wiped your flushed body down as best he could making sure to be gentle around the bitemarks littering your skin.
“Well?” You murmured as he swiped the rag across your stomach. 
“Well, what?”
“Do you think I was pretending with those guys?” 
He hummed resuming his cleaning. 
“I’m not sure. I think we’ll have to do this again.” 
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A/N: I just know my notes app is absolutely sick of me- the amount of drafts it has for this fic alone... I have no clue why but I just can’t stay in one document while writing :,) Anyway, if you got to this point thank you for taking the time to read this! Have a wonderful day! (≧∇≦)/ ♡
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Tav’s sex parade – Chapter 6: Reaching for the star (Astarion x Gale x Tav)
(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, threesome, anilingus, fellatio, anal sex, consensual blood drinking, gentle sex, PTSD responses, past non-con/rape)
Note: Astarion's PTSD gets triggered by a word that reminds him of the past which's described in another fic.
Astarion strutted into the living room with a smirk on his face. Gale had his back towards him, browsing through his many, many books on the shelves. The vampire spawn canted his hip to one side and held his head high haughtily, grinning with his fangs on full display.
"Hello, darling. You smell delicious tonight. How about you invite me for a bite?"
The wizard turned around, chuckling.
"At least, you asked first this time. Not like back then, on our way to Baldur's Gate, when you bit me in my sleep."
"That was vile," Astarion replied, wrinkling his nose. "You tasted like bile."
"That's what happens when you bite someone without consent who has a Netherese Orb stuck in their chest."
The vampire spawn pursed his lips and the wizard smirked at him.
"Gale?"
"How can I be of service, little star?"
Astarion's stomach dropped, he felt sick all of a sudden, and his head was spinning. In his mind, he saw her. Dead. Drained by Cazador.
Not this term of endearment, please, not this term of endearment.
"Astarion! Hey! Look at me! What did I do wrong?"
Someone touched him, tried to hold him. A man. The vampire spawn gasped in terror and scrambled away, babbling pleas of mercy.
"Astarion! It's me, Gale. Hey..."
The addressed blinked and found himself in a cowering heap on the floor with tears streaming down his face. And the man in front of him was no stranger. It was Gale. The wizard of Waterdeep. Astarion sobbed and fell into his arms and Gale shouted for Tav. The bard came running like she had a hoard of bloodhounds on her rear.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. We just talked, teased, and all of a sudden, he was a mess. He was panicking, fleeing from me, and pleading me not t– What's wrong with him?"
"I can't say. Something must have triggered him. What did you say?"
"I uhm... I don't remember exactly. I asked him if I could be of service and – oh..."
"What?"
"Little star."
Astarion sobbed.
"You called him that?"
"Yes. It's the meaning of his name after all, so, I thought – Well, it seems like it was a terrible idea."
"He killed her," Astarion muttered. "Cazador killed her."
Gale was confused. He didn't know what that meant, but Tav did. Sudden realisation dawned on her.
"Ooh... oh, no. Shit. That was bad luck, Gale."
"Huh?"
"Before he was turned, Astarion had a... a better half. Cazador killed her in front of his eyes as punishment. She has probably called him that."
The vampire spawn sniffed and pressed his face into Gale's neck.
"That's... gods... I'm so sorry, Astarion. Please, forgive me."
"For what?" mumbled the addressed. "You didn't know. Didn't know it would set me off. Hells, I didn't know it would. – This is so stupid."
"The mind's a fragile thing," Tav mused. "And when it's hurt, it's hurt. Slipping your control. The mind works in mysterious ways sometimes."
Gale hummed affirmatively while rubbing Astarion's shoulder blades in tiny circles. The vampire spawn took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the wizard and his lavender-scented clothes. It was calming.
"How can we help you?" Gale asked.
"Hold me tight and love me," Astarion mumbled. "Take me apart and put me back together."
With Gale's and Tav's help, he made it to the bedroom.
"Are you certain you want to be intimate tonight?" the wizard probed, concerned. "I don't think it’ll help calm your emotional turmoil."
"I want it," the vampire spawn nodded. "Please, I need to be touched, to feel loved."
"Anything for you, love," Tav replied und kissed him.
Astarion moaned like a starving man. He'd climb inside her if he could, fuse with her into one. The human bard helped him strip and then, she doffed her own shirt and trousers. In her underpants, Tav sat up against the headboard, pulled Astarion against her chest, and wrapped her arms around him.
"Alright?" she asked, kissing his neck.
"Mmh, yes," the vampire spawn sighed.
Gale crawled closer and situated himself between Astarion's long, skinny legs. He was still fully dressed and it didn't seem like he desired to take his clothes off.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked and the vampire spawn nodded.
The wizard kissed him gently and Astarion sighed again. Of all the hundreds of men he'd kissed in his long life, Gale was the one with the softest lips.
"Can I touch you?"
"Please," Astarion whispered. "Please do. Anywhere."
Gale laid down and left a trail of kisses from Astarion's navel to his pubic mound. Like all elves, he was hairless everywhere except on his head.
"Uhm... I haven't done this with a man since I was a teenager. Apologies if it'll feel bad."
All of Astarion's alarm bells went off in his head and he had to clarify: "You've done this to a man when you were a kid?"
"No, we were almost the same age. I guess I phrased it unfortunately."
The vampire spawn took a breath and dropped the tension in his body. Gale seemed to wrestle with himself for a minute, lost in thoughts and definitely overthinking everything. Then, he licked the tip of Astarion's member. The latter gasped and Gale immediately looked up at him in concern.
"It's the heat," Tav explained helpfully. "We run much hotter than vampires."
"Aah, I see... fascinating. One day, we must explore the differences. Surely, there's a scientific explanation for –" The wizard stopped his rambling and cleared his throat. "Apologies. How rude of me to talk instead of giving you pleasure."
He bent down to run his tongue along Astarion's length, coating it in spit all over. The vampire spawn gasped and moaned, trying his damn best to keep his hips still. One of his hands grasped Tav's knee while the other sunk into Gale's long hair. The latter tensed.
"I won't push you down," Astarion promised. "I just need to feel you."
"Alright," said the wizard and wrapped a hand around him, his sweaty palm betraying the nervousness his face could conceal, and started to stroke. Astarion moaned, leaning his head onto Tav's broad shoulder. It felt good, so good. The bard kissed his neck and held him in her arms, caressing his ribcage with her thumbs, while Gale kept licking him. The latter was a quick learner and picked up on the vampire spawn's likings. That he shuddered and moaned every time Gale's fingers pulled down the foreskin, for example. The high-pitched sound he made when the wizard licked over the exposed glans.
"You're tongue truly is practiced," Astarion panted. "I'm glad you - mmh... you're demonstrating your - ah! - talent."
Gale hummed agreeingly, the vibration of it zapping through the vampire spawn like lightning.
"Oh! Gods!" Astarion's hips jerked. "I'm going to -"
He shouted when Gale licked over the glans again and climaxed. The wizard spat out the semen that got into his mouth.
"Ugh! Disgusting!" Then, he looked up sheepishly. "Apologies."
"No, no, I get it," appeased Astarion. "No hard feelings. Come here."
He outstretched his arms towards Gale and, when the latter leaned in, kissed him passionately.
"Mmh, thank you. That was amazing," he sighed blissfully.
Gale smiled at him, a bit nervously.
"Really?"
"Yes, darling."
The wizard flopped sideways over Astarion's and Tav's legs onto the bed with a stupid grin on his face. Absentmindedly, he stroked the vampire spawn's thigh, and Tav started to hum one of her new songs. The trio dwelled in the silence for a while and let Astarion recover from his orgasm. Then, the latter lolled his head around to look at Gale.
"I want to suck you off."
"You don't need to repay me," the wizard muttered, blushing.
"I know, but I want to do it," the vampire spawn replied.
"Uhm, alright..."
Bashfully, Gale started to strip. There was no reason for him to hide his body, but Astarion understood that certain insecurities and fears ran much deeper than the eyes could see.
The wizard hesitated before he reached for the waistband of his underpants and dropped them to the floor. He fidgeted, visibly embarrassed. Astarion had mercy on him.
"Come here, darling. Let me make you feel good."
Gale complied and sat down on the bed. Tav loosened her arms around the vampire spawn, but didn't move from her spot.
"Gale? How about I hold you too?" she suggested and the addressed looked at her surprised.
"That would be... nice, but I'm much heavier than Astarion."
"And? I won't break, if that's your concern. Have you seen me?"
At that, Gale smiled.
"I've most positively seen you, my dear, and you're rivalling goddesses. And trust me when I say; I know what I'm talking about."
The wizard winked at her smugly, and Tav laughed amused. Then, she beckoned him closer and Gale leaned against her chest carefully. His torso was longer than hers, thus, he basically dwarfed her.
"I don't think this works," he said.
"Oh, it will," grinned Astarion and, with one fierce yank of the legs, pulled Gale downwards. The latter squeaked in surprise as he slid halfway down Tav's front and ended up with his legs on Astarion's shoulders. The vampire spawn grinned devilishly.
"Look at you, darling. Bent in half like a pretzel. I didn't know you were quite so flexible."
Gale turned crimson and, since he had nowhere to run, tried to hide his face behind his hands. Astarion laughed gleefully and kissed him breathless.
"Let me give you pleasure," he whispered against Gale's lips. "I want to hear you scream my name."
"I don't scream."
"But I can surely try to get you to do so," Astarion purred before nosing his way towards Gale's manhood. He licked his member, then his balls, and the wizard's breath hitched. Astarion wasted no more time and swallowed him down. A nice mouthful, as he noted rather pleased. Gale gasped at the coolth of Astarion's mouth, and started to pant and squirm. With a smirk, Tav kissed his neck and ran her hands down his arms. The wizard trembled. Astarion stayed in the presence, focusing on his task, instead of hiding away in his head. While he worked Gale's length with his mouth and right hand, he rolled his partner's balls with the other. Slowly, he traced a finger down the wizard's perineum to his hole.
"No," Gale panted. "Not there."
Astarion hummed and pulled his hand away immediately. He respected other people's boundaries. His own had been violated often enough to know how daunting it was.
Instead, the vampire spawn place the hand on the outside of Gale's thigh while continuing to pleasure him with his mouth. The wizard moaned lowly and placed his hand on top of Astarion's while he clutched Tav's biceps with the other.
"Astarion," he warned, but the addressed simply hummed and kept going. Gale's breath hitched and his body tensed as he came. The vampire spawn swallowed the load and concluded that he like the taste of Gale much better than Halsin's. It was less pungent, less... animalistic, but almost slightly sweet instead. He swallowed again, lifted his head up, and licked his lips with a moan.
"Oh, Gods," groaned Gale as he looked at him, dazed and still drunk on his orgasm. "You're so –"
He grabbed Astarion's shoulder to pull him into a sloppy kiss. He was still panting and his legs were still shaking a little. The vampire spawn licked into Gale's mouth with a moan. He felt blissful.
"Good?" he asked.
"The understatement of the century," Gale panted, eyes at half-mast. "Thank you, I had a most excellent time."
"Don't talk like it was a business transaction," snickered Astarion and bumped their noses together.
"Apologies. It's been a while."
Tav frowned, but didn't say anything. It made the vampire spawn giggle.
"Seems like our darling bard doesn't suck dick enough."
"He didn't let me!" she defended herself. "I gladly would have!"
"It's true," Gale came to her rescue. "I thought it would be - hm - weird, but it was rather nice."
"'Rather nice'?" Astarion gasped in mock offence. "How dare you! I have more than two hundred years of experience. Don't talk about a professional like that!"
"Apologies," chuckled Gale, blushing a bit.
"Now, now," said the vampire spawn while petting the wizard's knee. "You can redeem yourself later."
"I don't know about you, but I'm spent."
"Nothing a little magic can't fix, I wager," Astarion said and kissed him again, before he bent upwards to kiss Tav as well. She looked at him, stroking his jaw.
"What else do you want tonight, Astarion?"
"Make me feel loved," he answered and Tav knew exactly what he meant.
After detangling herself from Gale and giving him a peck, the bard crawled over to Astarion and started kissing him everywhere. That's what he loved most; being kissed, licked, and caressed from head to toe. Gale watched in fascination as Tav made the vampire spawn lose himself in ecstasy. After going up and down the front of his body, Astarion turned around and let her repeat the treatment there. Tav spent some extra time with his scars, being especially gentle, and humming a soothing melody. Astarion felt warm all over, happy and peaceful. He moaned shamelessly to let the love of his life know how much she pleased him.
Gale almost forgot to breathe while he watched as the vampire spawn lifted his buttocks and Tav licked him there too without hesitation. Astarion mewled, pleading for her to go deeper, for fingers, and for even more. It made the wizard dizzy and he felt his manhood stir.
"I want – I want to put my mouth on you again," the vampire spawn panted and Gale nodded eagerly.
Tav sat up and caressed Astarion's thighs before he crawled towards the wizard who leaned back and spread his legs willingly. The vampire spawn started to lick him again, giving Gale a similar treatment he'd given Astarion. Tav continued to eat the vampire spawn out and hit his prostate with her fingers. Astarion moaned and stopped what he was doing. Instead, he leaned his head against Gale's hipbone and panted right against his erection. The wizard hissed at the coolth of Astarion's breath, but it felt nice nonetheless. The vampire spawn came with a long, loud guttural moan, spilling all over the bedsheets and his abdomen. Tav retreated, panting, and looked smug. The vampire spawn turned in Gale's lap to look at him, eyes glazed over and at half half-mast.
"Darling... Gale, I want you inside me. Please."
The wizard shivered under the intense gaze.
"I... I don't know if I'm any good," he admitted.
Astarion barked an amused laugh.
"No matter how bad you are, I had much, much worse. Trust me."
"How do you know?" asked Gale, insecure.
"Because there's nothing that feels worse than rape."
The words hit the wizard like a bucket of ice.
"No... No, he didn't –"
"He did. But that's in the past. Now, please, take me."
Gale couldn't resist these sweet words and leaned down to kiss the other man and muttered: "How do you want me?"
"On your back."
The wizard went willingly, laying down on the mattress, and gave Astarion control over the situation. Wordlessly, Tav handed the vampire spawn the vial of oil and sat back to watch. Astarion covered Gale's erection with the lubricant quickly, before straddling and sinking down on him. He threw his head back with a moan while the wizard gritted his teeth to bite back a loud groan. Astarion felt cool and tight around him – he should have expected it – but it still felt amazing. The vampire spawn looked down at him, placed his hands on Gale's chest and started to move. The wizard's hands shot up to hold onto Astarion's slim waist.
"Gods..." he groaned, trying his best to keep his eyes open.
"You - feel - so - good. Mmh!" Astarion circled his hips and grounded them into Gale's lap. "I want to taste you, now that the orb's gone. Please."
Gale had no idea what came over him, but he suddenly wanted to be bitten.
"Yes, do it," he panted and tilted his head to the side.
Astarion moaned and leaned closer, changing the angle in the process. He licked the wizard's neck, took a deep breath, and when he buried his teeth in him, Gale came with a shout.
"Ooh..." the wizard moaned as his eyes rolled back in his head. He'd never experienced anything like this before. Astarion groaned as he drank Gale's blood and stroke his clean-shaven jaw. The latter trembled with the force of his orgasm. Astarion drew back and sat up, panting and with bloodied teeth, a slight tint coloured his pale cheeks. He looked wild and powerful as he pleaded: "More! I want more. Fill me up, please!"
The vampire spawn knew his request was stupid and unrealistic, but the words were out before he could keep them in.
Gale mumbled some ancient words and Astarion, in disbelief, felt him grow hard again inside him. The vampire spawn shuddered in pleasure.
"Oh... yes.... yes! Gale, please!"
The wizard gritted his teeth and rolled his hips up, bouncing Astarion in his lap. The latter moaned blissfully, he could feel saliva drip down his chin, but he couldn't stop himself from drooling. He'd quit babbling pleas, panting open-mouthed instead. He was so close to another orgasm. And then, Gale threw his head back with a low moan, and came again. Astarion felt the gush of hot seeds flooding his cool body a second time and he mewled. The wizard kept coming – and coming. The vampire spawn sobbed and shook with the intensity of the feeling as he climaxed. He collapsed onto Gale's chest, not able to stop moaning. For a while, the men just lay there and tried to catch their breath.
"What - what did you do?" Astarion groaned.
Blushing, Gale slung an arm over his face to hide as he explained, still panting: "It's a mating ritual spell, meant to - to heightened the chances for a pregnancy."
Astarion, thanks to the ingested blood, turned crimson.
When his mind felt less like scrambled eggs, he muttered: "Tav? Darling?"
"Hm?" came the answer from the foot of the bed.
"Do you need something? We didn't pay you any attention."
Tav smiled at Astarion's worries, replying: "No, I'm fine. Tonight was about you, and seeing you and Gale lost in pleasure's enough for me. You're beautiful together."
Slightly bashful, Astarion turned his face and hid it in Gale's chest. The latter sighed and wrapped his arms around him.
"This was lovely, but now, I'm sated for the next couple of weeks."
Astarion snickered and Tav grinned at the wizard's words. The bard flopped down next to them, fully content, and let her gaze wander over her two entangle, blissed-out lovers. She stretched her stiff limbs with a smile and dwelled with Astarion and Gale for the rest of the night.
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mfil - 44
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-` ♡ ´- a/n: someone in the replies of the last chapt said idiots to lovers and you're so right i cant even--
*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!
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asmo freezes against your touch for a brief moment, then reciprocates, enthusiastically. his hands come up to cradle your head and he leans into the kiss, drawing it out. when you finally break apart, your panting slightly and realize you must look like a mess, complete with bedhead and all.
“um, good morning,” asmo says, raising those perfectly-plucked brows. “and not that i’m, ah, mad at the greeting, but can i ask…?”
“i don’t want to give up the charade,” you confess quickly. “well, i do, but because i really want to go out with you, asmo. and to me, it seemed as if your texts were saying the same. and i’m tired of pussyfooting around the issue, so please, just tell me honestly, will you date me for real?”
asmo blinks. “you actually, like, like me?”
you huff out a breath. “wasn’t it onvious? now answer the question!” you’re pretty sure of his answer, but until you hear it out loud your fears won’t fully be done away with.
“i suppose i’m just completely irresistable,” asmo sighs, brushing his hair away from his forehead. you’re secretly a little pleased to see he’s got hedhead too, even if it is only mild. “yes, mc, i suppose i’ll grace you with my presence and we can go out ‘for real’.”
you hit him in the arm with a glare. “be normal.”
his smile is like the sun. “so demanding. fine, yes mc, i deeply care for you too and would love to actually date. thank you for putting up with my antics and craziness up until now; i honestly don’t know how you fell for me when i’ve acted towards you the way that i have.”
“well,” you say with a snort, “my type has always been idiots.”
“hey!”
you can’t help but laugh, and his offended expression melts into something softer, sweeter. butterflies erupt in your stomach and your gaze drops to his lips. as if sensing your shift in mood, he quiets, mouth ticking up into a small smile.
“look, i really like kissing you,” he says, and you can’t hear a shred of lie in his tone, “but how about you let me brush my teeth first. and my hair. and get dressed.”
“we should probably get up,” you say reluctantly. “hey, do you think we need to tell your brothers we’re really dating now?”
he waves his hand. “no way! it’s time to get them back. let’s see how gross andmushy we can be before someone calls us out on it.”
you laugh. “i like the way you think. and… thank you, for texting me last night. while it woulnd’t have been the way i would have gone about the conversation, it was really brave, and finally allowed us to be honest with one another.”
he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling him against him. “i’m sorry i hurt you, last night, and every other time. i was just, well, scared.”
“thank you for apologizing,” you reply, leaning his head against him. “and i’m sorry too. now, let’s go and mess with some demons!”
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Things about Suzuki Sonoko that I deem as facts
(aka more of my headcanons: a thrilling sequel to the Sonoko and Shinichi friendship)
as much as she denies it, she is lactose intolerant
she didn't realise she was lactose intolerant until she complained that she wasn't sure why people liked drinking milk because it hurts your stomach? Shinichi and Ran lunged across the table to wrestle the milkshake from her hands
Ran dared her to memorise the first 10 digits of pi. Shinichi called her a coward and told her to do 15. she spent two (2) days memorising the first 24. one of her useless talents but she is proud of it
always overdressed, or dressed too nicely for the occasion (her family is always in the spotlight and she needs to look her best. that has been instilled into her from a very young age)
went to ballet classes for three weeks when she was 5. she quit because she didn't want to practice (she was there for the pretty dresses and was very disappointed to find out she couldnt wear them straight away)
randomly has chunks of Shakespeare committed to memory and will recite it to Shinichi whenever he annoys her too much ("If he can do it with Holmes, I'm going to do it with Shakespeare")
when she's pissed, Ran and Shinichi just know to keep quiet and let her do the talking. everyone else thinks she's being dramatic and a diva queen, but they're used to it and they don't bat an eye
is being scared of the dark childish? she outgrew that fear until someone tried to bludgeon her to death in the dark, so now her and the dark dont mix
can speak multiple languages. is essentially fluent in English (because "you need to be able to talk to clients"), moderately fluent in Korean, and knows a few conversational starters in French.
currently studying sign language
has gotten annoyed at herself when she feels jealous because she can see that her two best friends are in love with each other, but she's alone. but then she snaps out of it because those dorks are hers and they would never leave her behind
she has a fear that people will leave and abandon her. either they realise that her personality (that she built to protect herself from everyone) is too much or that they cant easily access her money than they originally thought
(there are nights she thinks that she is unlovable. so many people tried to get close to her in an attempt to get money from her, and she feels like that's all she is) (Ran and Shinichi are so quick to drive those fears away)
when Shinichi didn't contact her after he disappeared? yeah her brain tried to convince her that he was trying to distance from her (because why else would he only contact Ran and not her weren't they supposed to be best friends-) (she broke down and he apologised immediately and told her it wasn't like that at all)
she 100% believes there is something weird with Conan. the brat is either cursed or some cryptid causing havoc. she is begging Ran to see it
all of her friends believe that she has adopted Conan and the other kids (it's true that she is fighting Ran over their custody, but she will never admit such a thing)
she doesn't realise it but she calls Conan 'the little one'
she calls her two best friends by terms of endearment. she calls Ran 'Honey' and calls Shinichi 'Darling'. a lot of the time 'darling' sounds like an insult, but it is affectionate
she got her cat, Gobu-chan (Goblin for long) from a shelter, and he was the grumpiest and scruffiest looking cat. she fell in love immediately and knew that her mother would hate him, which was more of an incentive to get him
it took her a few weeks to fully forgive Kazuha for acting so cold towards Ran (because no one is allowed to make Ran upset)
is the photographer of her friend group. she finds all the best lighting and aesthetic places
she drags Makoto out to cute spots that she finds on their dates
she also suffers from hayfever but she WILL get the cherry blossom pics regardless of her personal safety
(Makoto was stressed the entire date)
consistently sends Shinichi candid photos of Ran as motivation for him to get his ass back home (he tells her that bribing him won't actually make the case solve on its own. she argues that given enough time her work will pay off and he will come back) (he saves each photo religiously)
Suzuki Sonoko is a great girl. She is more than just the sassy heiress that throws money around (she is that but she does it well) and deserves all the love and support
Shenanigans in Beika is where you can find more of her being her fun self :)
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“Ryuji Sakamoto, you are a dirty cheater-!”
“Nah, I think you’re just sayin’ that ‘cause I’m better than you.”
Akechi looked over at Ryuji’s grinning face and quirked an eyebrow. “Really? You’re better than me?”
“At this game, yeah. At Tycoon, too,” Ryuji responded, and Akechi could hear the challenge in his voice.
Be the better person, be the better person, be the bet-
“You’re so on. I’d like to see that shit-eating grin after I kick your ass,” he retorted, which just made Ryuji’s smug little smile grow.
“You talk a lot of game for someone who’s losing 6 to none.”
Akechi said nothing, instead focusing on the game. Silently, he cursed that smart mouth of Ryuji’s. Constantly coming up with witty rebuttals and snarky comments- it drove Akechi mad.
Occasionally, he found himself stealing glances at Ryuji, trying to analyze his face for any betrayal of emotions. But the only ones he found were the ones right there. Contentment, happiness. It surprised Akechi. Did Ryuji truly enjoy spending time with him? Playing old video games with him? It nagged at Akechi, though he said nothing.
More than once, he glanced at Ryuji’s lips. He had his tongue poking out slightly as he played, as though he were focusing. It was oddly endearing.
The match came to an abrupt end, and Ryuji laughed at the look of pure rage on Akechi’s face when he saw the score. 10-3. Oddly, though, he couldn’t stay mad with Ryuji wheezing beside him.
“Thought you said you were gonna beat me, Princey?” Ryuji snarked, and Akechi fought back the wave of heat that threatened to overtake his face.
“Shut up! It’s not my fault you were distracting.”
Ryuji, who had been hanging upside down from his chair, slid to the ground and stood up. “Me? How was I distracting you?” He demanded, and Akechi opened his mouth to retort- but found no words.
“I- It doesn’t matter-!” He turned away, and Ryuji snorted.
“What, did you find me pretty or something?” He asked, and the realisation hit Akechi like a fist to the gut.
He did find Ryuji pretty. Distractingly so.
“I do. Ergo, it’s not my fault I lost. You were distracting me,” he said, and Ryuji fell silent for a moment.
And for that moment, a cold knot formed in the detective’s stomach. I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up-
“...You- You think I’m pretty...?”
Ryuji’s voice was so soft, so gentle, Akechi couldn’t keep his back to him.
He turned to face Ryuji, and saw a flustered face, tense and uncertain. It was the uncertainty that killed him. Ryuji, who was always so confident in everything he did...
“I do.”
“Well, uh... For what it’s worth...”
Ryuji closed the space between them, pressing a gentle kiss to Akechi’s cheek.
You missed, idiot.
“I think you’re pretty, too.”
AAAAAAAAAA SCREAMING EXPLODING GOING INSANE
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this goes through akechi’s mind whenever he’s talking to anyone in the phantom thieves I think
AKECHI EATING DIRT IN A VIDEO GAME BECAUSE RYUJI’S TOO PRETTY AND HE CANT FOCUS IS MAYBE THE BEST THING YOU COULDVE MADE BETWEEN THESE TWO MAV I LOVE THIS SM AAAAAAAAAAAAA
ryuji calling him ‘princey’… and akechi actually just saying that ryuji is distractingly pretty… they’re both their own unique flavor of stupid and I love them
@partihardy-yellowil pspspsppssps cmere come got your ryugoro content
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skyechild · 7 months
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𖤐 pairing: life!Siyeon x death!Fem!reader (f/f) 𖤐 genre: angst no fluff whatsoever 𖤐 warnings: death mentions 𖤐 wc: 800 𖤐trope/au: life/death au, f2l, somewhat already established 𖤐 summary: Life and death were not supposed to meet, or even be friends. anything you touch dies, anything Siyeon touches is given life. You just hate that you cant touch her. It made you want to cry. The girl that you loved...you couldnt touch her. 𖤐 notes: yes i know its short but what can i do? 𖤐Tags: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky / @stravvberrymilksan
You were death, coming to collect the dying who didn't have the possibility or strength to fight any longer. You came to collect their souls and carry them over. You could only touch the dead. Anything living would rot again from the inside out.
Siyeon was life, pressing against hopeful parents stomach to give them a wish they asked for. When she touched a dying flower it bloomed again, when someone had the strength to fight for even a little bit longer and some hope, she would give them that tiny bit of life.
You supposed it was fair enough. She was there at the beginning of life, you were at the end. Never to meet. Maybe it would have been easier if you had never met. But the thought hurts. You were too scared to touch her. What if your touch killed her? You hadn't touched anyone, and you didn't want to start with her.
Her smile lit up the room, yours dimmed the room, a sense of foreboding taking over. Her skin had life in it, a beautiful slight tan in it. Your skin was ashy grey, it was unsightly, ugly. You were the complete opposites. You didn't let her touch you, scared something would happen if she did.
You had met by mistake. Both of you sent to the same person. Her there to give them more life, you there to take life. You both froze at the sight of each other. It had been quiet for moment before Siyeon had moved forwards towards the person that you had spoken up. "Its his time." You had warned and she had looked down at him then back to you. "He can still fight left in him." You had shook your head. "Life, youve given him too much time." You had confessed. "He is exhausted, youve extended it too long." You had murmured and she looked at you, eyes glossy.
Siyeon hated when she had let let people go, not give them that boost that she could. But she knew you were right, the usual look they had when she first came to give people just a few days or a week left was gone. He was skin and bones. He had no muscle of fat left. "He is in pain." You had moved forward as well, by her side now. "But you can wake his family up." You had soothed her, itching to wipe away her tears.
That was how you both met. It was bittersweet. You taking a life and her not being able to help. You had to escort her out to sit down, taking a seat next to her.
"Y/n?" You were taken out of your thoughts at the call of your name. Looking up at the girl you smiled fondly. "Hello." You whispered, she smiled softly. She never minded the sense of foreboding whenever you smiled. "How are you?" You question and her smile grows. "Ive been wonderful!" She motioned towards you, returning the question. "Im the best as i can be." You smile fell a bit. The best anyone can be when taking lives. You meant and she knew it.
You both had known each other for a few millennia now, the brewing of something surrounding you guys made you nervous. You have never liked someone, or even been in love. You had thought it was stupid. Why fall in love with someone when you might end up taking their life? You knew with someone immortal it would be easier..if they were your side of things. But someone like Siyeon? You didnt want to risk it, no matter how hard she tried.
You were about to go to your boss and ask if you could touch other immortals that were not under death. If your touch worked on the other side, on Siyeon's side.
You hoped not.
You didnt want it to work on something so beautiful. You supposed life itself was beautiful even though you saw the end. You saw the tragedies, the pain and suffering. While Siyeon saw the bright side, the births and joys. You had to let fate take its course as well. (Minji was a sweetheart.) But you loved Siyeon and you knew she loved you. That scared you the most.
How could someone so beautiful, someone who gives and gives and gives while you can only take and take and take. That didnt seem fair to you. Why couldnt you give. You wanted to give, you wanted to give Siyeon anything and everything you wanted. But at the end of the day, you both werent suited for each other. It was a forbidden love, the worst type of love in your opinion. It hurt the most and it hurt everyone with no remorse.
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