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gyusrose · 29 days

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➵ you’re so vain -> l.hs

⚠︎ smut (mdni)

✎ jock!heeseung x reader, enemies to ?????, heeseung is rlly annoying, hate sex ;), hair pulling, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation, backshots lmao. i think that’s it?

summary: attending a new school was supposed to be a fresh start for you, trying to be nice to everyone and have new friends, yet coming across lee heeseung threw all of that out the window.

(heeseung x fem.reader)

wc: 3.2k

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your sweaty hands could not be gripping the steering wheel any harder. you wouldn’t call yourself “super shy” but when it comes to a whole new community of people, teenagers, hell yeah you are.

you had to move exactly at the middle of the year due to your mom’s work. they offered her double the salary at the other side of the city, who was she to say no to that? although you were going to miss your friends and the overall environment of your old home, you couldn’t just tell your mom ‘no’, either way her decisions are final.

you just got here two days ago, and to be honest, it wasn’t that bad. the worst thing so far is the fact that the nearest shopping center was 30 minutes away but you’ll live.

you didn’t except your first day of school to be so nerve-wracking. surely you’ll make some friends but who knows what people are like here. eventually, you saw the big navy blue sign with your school’s name on it. it was an averagely big school, bigger than your old one, which also meant more people.

the parking space alone was scary. it was huge yet already full even though it was still fairly early. you went around in circles around the parking lot, trying to find a vacant spot. fortunately you did at the second-to-last line.

as you tried to park, the limited space you had made it difficult to, having to back up and drive in constantly. as you reversed your car, you must have completely forgotten that you aren’t the only one there, feeling a small crash at the bumper of your car.

your eyes widened in panic. you looked back to see what you hit, and with your luck, it revealed at very nice black car, to which you’ve just hit. you tried to quickly get into your parking spot, hoping it was nothing serious, but then someone came walking up to you.

‘shit, that must be the owner’ you saw his red, rather handsome, fuming face.

you got out of your car to confront the first person interaction.

“hey look im so-“

“CANT YOU FUCKING DRIVE RIGHT? YOU HIT MY VERY EXPENSIVE CAR WITH YOUR THING, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”

oh he was an asshole. you almost scoffed in his face. who does he think he is.

“it was accident that’s all, it was barely a scratch calm down man.”

“IT WAS DEFINITELY A SCRATCH LOOK AT IT! JUST BECAUSE YOU KEEP YOUR CAR LOOKING ALL MISERABLE DOESNT MEAN I WILL, DO YOU EVEN HAVE A LICENSE?”

lord take me back. you were so close to just leaving him there arguing with himself. but you didn’t want to make him even angrier.

“look im sorry! i can pay for the fix up if that’s what you want, i dont know what else to do?”

the boy scoffed and rolled his eyes at your statement.

“you think i don’t have the money for it? please, it shows you’re a newbie around here.”

“i didn’t mean it like that-“

“yo heeseung!! come on bro!” another blonde boy called from afar, hopefully ending the argument y’all were having.

“ watch your back new girl.” with one last glare, he left to join his group of friends.

you rolled your eyes. shiver my fucking timbers, you thought.

you took a deep breath before grabbing your backpack and making your way into school , hoping to never see his face ever again.

you thought that was going to be the end of it all. but oh boy were you wrong. soon you found out that heeseung is the captain of the football team, and pretty much the most popular boy in school. as cliche as it sounds, every girl would drop their panties if he asked them to.

people know he’s not the nicest person ( an asshole) yet they still look up to him. that’s angered you. how are all these people so dumb? just because he’s kinda good-looking? seriously?

over the course of a few weeks, you’ve managed to make some friends, your closest taehyun and Isa. although you tried to block the negativity, heeseung made it really hard. always giving you snarky comments when he saw you around, ridiculing you in front of other people. somehow always finding a way to run into you despite not having any classes together. except gym.

“ bro open your eyes, catch the damn ball!” he yelled from across from you.

you hated sports. even less could you play one, but you gotta do it for the grade.

“the ball was too high up dummy!” you retorted, rolling your eyes for maybe the 100th time in the class period.

if you hated gym before, you definitely hated it more now.

as the period ended, you decided to take a quick shower in the locker rooms since you couldn’t handle being all sweaty and gross throughout the day.

heeseung finished changing and was outside the locker room with his friends, chatting, waiting for the bell to ring. that’s when he may have accidentally eavesdropped the conversation between your two friends, he could barely the names of.

“where’s _____?” taehyun asked isa, noticing how you weren’t with her.

“she’s taking a shower right now, she told us to not wait for her.” Isa shrugged before taehyun nodded.

a beautiful idea popped in heeseung’s brain. it was too good.

he excused himself and sneakily waited by the girl’s locker room, waiting for everyone to come out. once he only heard the shower you were using running, he quietly entered the room. the bell had rang about a minute ago, so the gym was empty, only you and him. the gym teacher god knows where.

he saw his target and rapidly grabbed the pile of clothes sitting on the bench, a smirk evident in his face.

suddenly the shower stopped running, making heeseung hurry and exit the locker room.

the shower felt too good, you think you spent more time that you anticipated to. as you exited the shower tiles, you looked around for your clothes, which you remember clearly leaving them in the bench closest to the shower. you looked around the whole locker room, hoping you were wrong and placed them elsewhere. unfortunately, you couldn’t even find your damn socks.

your biggest fear has come true. you’re now naked, nothing but a towel covering you, this was more than just humiliating. you felt sad, mad, angry, embarrassed all at once. they’ve been stolen for sure, and you were more than sure on who did it.

grabbing your phone you called Isa, to see if she could help you somehow. and she indeed did. bringing you some spare clothes she had. thankfully, you always bring extra underwear since situations like these could happen. you just had to wait for isa for the clothes, yet the five minutes she took felt like five hours. unfortunately, passing period is over, meaning some students are coming in the locker room to change.

many of them just straight up stared at you. giving you weird looks as to why you were pretty much naked in the middle of the locker room, but none had the guts to ask you.

you wished the ground would just swallow you whole. lee heeseung won’t hear the end of it.

“LEE HEESEUNG!” you yelled across the field. he and his friends were siting down eating lunch outside when you spotted him after trying to find him after the stunt he just pulled.

heeseung knew it was coming, giggling with his friends as they heard you yell his name once again. “ oh she’s about to scold me now .” heeseung scoffed but still got up and went over to you.

“yes ma’am?” he said with a smile, you wish you could slap off but you’re better than that.

“YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING THAT WAS?”

“i have no idea what you’re talking about..” heeseung tried acting innocent but failed as he just burst out laughing. you groaned, how on earth is that funny?

“cute panties by the way” he continued to laugh, not sparing a glance at your mad expression on your face.

“you’re such an ass, i hate your guts.” you said leaving him alone, laughing to himself.

“yo bro i think she actually got mad this time.” his friend, jake came over.

heeseung shrugged. “she’s so sensitive, it wasn’t even that bad.”

“i can’t believe he did that…” taehyun said as you told them both what had happened. Isa knew a little bit but not who did it.

“that’s fucked up, what’s he got against you so much?”

you shrugged. “i guess because i gave his car a little scratch, but i guess he took it to heart since he hasn’t stopped bothering me since. he’s a jerk.”

“finally someone who thinks the same as me!” taehyun said making you chuckle.

“then get back at him! you know the one thing that makes him who he is is that damn football.” Isa said.

you tried to be the bigger person this whole time, not paying much mind to his little remarks or pranks he pulls, biting back a little wouldn’t hurt right?

“you know what, you’re right.”

“lee heeseung, mrs. park wants to speak to you.” mr.jung said calling heeseung.

heeseung who was barely paying attention heard his name. his frowned at this. what on earth could she want to talk about with him? either way, he went to her classroom.

he entered the empty classroom to find his coach and mrs.park, waiting for him. what the fuck? heeseung was more confused now. maybe they were going to congratulate him for the good work this semester? his coach’s face said otherwise though.

“there you are, you may be wondering why you’re here..” mrs.park started. heeseung nodded, feeling uneasy.

“a student came forward, showing how you copied word for word her whole assignment, the one i assigned a week ago. i didn’t notice it at first but it’s very clear now, you may know how cheating is unacceptable in my class, i’ve decided to fail you in this assignment, plus you’ll be serving detention this whole week..” she turned to the coach.

heeseung’s heart started beating at a rapid pace, he’s never been caught cheating, and being failed on the assignment that was a big part of his grade, it means he’s most likely failing the class now. the rules for football stated that all players should be passing all of their classes if not, they’ll be dropped….

no no no, the lee heeseung can’t be dropped. he’s the captain! the star player!

“since you’re failing this class heeseung, i think you know what’s about to happe-“

“please coach! don’t kick me out, i’m the captain! what would the team do without me? i’ll get my grade up as soon as possible im-“

“calm down calm down, i’m not going to kick you out, it’s the middle of the season, but unfortunately you won’t be playing the next three games. if your grade is not up by then, then i will drop you. understood?” his coach stated earning a sharp nod by heeseung.

he’s glad he’s still on the team but what’s the point if he can’t play? he’s going to become a joke. the captain that’s a bench warmer. how stupid.

he left the classroom enraged. he knows exactly who did this.

“bro what? what do you mean you ain’t gonna play ?” riki said in disbelief at what his captain just said.

“some snitch told mrs.park that i cheated on the last assignment and coach suspended me for the next three games, and i got detention all week!” sunghoon unknowingly chuckled. heeseung looked at him with a glare.

“what? she got you good, what did you expect hee?” sunghoon kept laughing, making some of the others also laugh silently.

heeseung had nothing to say back, he just rolled his eyes. “tch, whatever.”

nevertheless, you were overjoyed seeing heeseung slouching on the bench. you couldn’t miss this once in a lifetime scenario. obviously you were the cause for it. heeseung asks Isa almost all the time for her notes or to straight up copy her. she willingly let you rat him out after what he did to you.

he can sense how all eyes were on him, but he just tried to block everyone out a focus on the game. he had a poker face on, but deep inside he was irritated . he saw how you were smirking and laughing with your two little friends. you knew what you were doing.

“ahh look who it is, the benchwarmer! “ you said chuckling as you made your way to heeseung.

after the team (barely) won, jake threw an ‘after party’ at his house. even though you don’t normally go to these parties, especially from those boys, you felt like a party would do good with your marvellous mood. something about seeing heeseung’s frowny face made feel over the moon.

“seems like cat got your tongue now huh? dont have anything to say-“

in a blink of an eye you were pulled into a room, heeseung’s fingers wrapped around your neck, pulling your face closer to his.

“what the fuck? heeseung-“

“shut the fuck up.” his hoarse voice caught you off guard. he was actually really mad.

“you think what you did it’s fucking funny? huh? almost getting me kicked out ? “ you’ve never seen him this enraged before. making you almost scared, yet….kinda turned on? no, you hate him, snap out of it! you told yourself yet the wetness in between your legs became hard to ignore.

you didn’t respond. “fuck, you’re so annoying, i can’t fucking stand you. i hate you.” he saw lowly. fuck that was hot.

you spoke before thinking. “then show me.”

not needing to tell him twice, heeseung pulled you completely in. your lips met in a kiss that was anything but gentle, a fierce and consuming clash that spoke longing and raw need.

The kiss deepened, fueled by an unspoken urgency, their mouths exploring each other with a fervor that left y’all breathless. his grip on your neck becoming tighter.

“shit im gonna show you to fucking behave.” he said before pushing you into the bed forcefully. you may have discovered a new kink of yours. watching as he undressed himself and yourself rapidly. feeling his anger through every touch he gave you.

he rubbed through your folds before inserting two fingers aggressively. your body jolted at the sudden move.

“holy shit go softer dumbass.”

“aw you think i give a fuck? suck it up and take it since you think you’re all that.” his fingers pumped faster and faster making it hard for you to answer back to his stupid remarks.

“oh my god..” you tried to pull his hand away before you cum. not wanting to see you orgasm so easily yet.

“just fuck me already heeseung, or is your dick as tiny as your brain?”

heeseung looked darkly at you. that stupid mouth of yours can’t shut up will it?

he retracted his fingers put of you and took his boxers off. wanting nothing more than to prove you wrong.

shit. your eyes went wide at what stood in front of you. saying he was big was an understatement. it was like a zipper for your mouth. how was that thing going to fit inside of you?

“can’t say anything now, can you slut?” he pulled your legs down the mattress to have you at the perfect angle to ram into you.

heeseung ran his til over your folds, teasing his way in. making you aggrevated.

“just put it in for fucks sake!”

“tell me how bad you want it.” you shook your head, no way were you going to beg. no way.

“alright then, i guess im gonna go.” he said letting go of your waist, acting as if he was going to leave.

“okay okay! please fuck me, i want it so bad, i want your big cock so bad heeseung.” heeseung moaned at your words. he didn’t wait any longer and thrusted all of him in you.

you both moaned yet it was more painful for you. you’ve never had something so big inside you before.

“fuck yeah..” he said then grabbing your neck, slightly choking you. your hands went to his biceps, trying to find something to hold on to as the speed he was thrusting in became more hostile.

“fuck me harder, like the asshole you are.” you said in between breaths. heeseung took the challenge and thrusted violently. the skin slapping and wetness of your core could probably be heard in the party outside.

“of course a whore like you would like to be fucked like this.”

before you could respond he pulled out of you earning a desperate groan from you, but then your were flipped, now on all fours and before you knew it he was back in you again. gripping your hip with one hand while he pulled your hair on the other.

“such a tight pussy, you probably fantasized about this am i right?” he said in your ear. you shook your head through your moan.

“in your dreams lee, in your fucking dreams. fuck you.”

“i’m quite literally doing that.” chuckling, he let go of your hair and instead gripped your other hip, going in deeper, nudging your cervix literally driving you to an edge.

“fuck i’m cumming.” you cried out. never has an orgasm felt like this. heeseung was on edge as well, feeling you clench around his dick did it for him.

your climax rose over you, making you fall into the pillow while heeseung kept thrusting until his own organs came over him, pulling out and releasing his white ropes all over your back.

tiredly, he laid besides you in the strangers bed, not knowing what to say now.

you turned to him, smirking. “i think i may hate you even more now.”

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pupkashi · 1 year

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the worst part of dating gojo? how often he gets hit on

a/n: hi hi friends !! thank you for the request and sorry for taking so long </3 i hope you enjoy !!

wordcount: 1,293

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warnings: general feelings of insecurity and jealous

youre trying your best to keep the tight smile on your face, your hands are bunching up the hem of your t shirt to stop your nails from digging into your palm.

“you’re just too funny satoru!” the girl giggles, her hand almost hitting his bicep, he’s chuckling dryly, but you’re seeing red and don’t notice how he looks at you for help.

“your arms are so toned! i can’t imagine how strong you are” your jaw is clenched, you don’t bother excusing yourself as you leave and head for the restroom.

locking the door you’re fighting back tears, the lump in your throat burning with the insecurities clawing their way up. you aren’t even sure who she is, all you knew was one of your friends invited her and they ditched the bar twenty minutes ago.

all that was running through your mind was how much better she was than you, each of your insecurities picking at your brain. the vibration of the phone in your pocket brings you back to reality.

the brightness of the letters satoru ♡ cause you to wipe your tears away, reading the message and typing back a quick reply.

where’d u go?

had to pee, almost done

when you reach the table again, satoru looks almost relieved that you’ve arrived, opening his arms and practically pulling you into his lap.

“you guys are just sooooo cute together! i cant believe y/n managed to find someone so out of their league!” the backhanded compliment has you clenching your fists again, shoving yourself off your boyfriend and settling into the booth with a tight smile on your face.

gojo looks at you before looking at the girl again, he’s giving her a right lipped smile before he’s ushering you to stand up.

“i cant say i had a good time, what was it again? Camille?” she looks hurt as she repeats her name, satoru only waves her off, “yeah yeah whatever, we are gonna head out because you’re terrible company! hope to never see you around” he’s giving her a dazzling smile as his arm loops around your shoulder, practically pushing you away from them.

when you reach the car satoru is staring at you, waiting for you to say something, anything. he’s watching how you fix your hair nervously, the way you’re avoiding eye contact and how you’ve gona radio silent, bouncing your leg and picking at your nails.

“sweets please say something” there’s a slight pleading tone to his voice and you almost cave in.

“I’m fine satoru, can we please just go home” you mumble, your knees facing the window and your voice soft. you can practically hear his frown as he drives home, his music playing softly as the night replays in your mind.

jealousy courses through your blood as you remember how she touched your lover, how she touched his arms and chest falling him ‘so strong’ when you were right there. your jaws clenched, and your knuckles are white.

a sigh leaves your lips when you recall how nicely her dress fit her, how great her hair looked and what a perfect body she had. she looked like someone gojo would actually want, why would he want someone like you?

“we’re home sweetheart” his voice is soft, as he opens his door, rushing to the passenger side to open your door. you only mumble a thank you before walking past him and unlocking the front door.

Gojo’s hot on your heels, calling your name before he finally gets frustrated with you ignoring him. there’s a firm grip on your wrist and he’s pulling you to his chest, his free hand going under your chin and forcing him to look in his eyes.

“talk to me, please”

“there’s nothing to talk about!” you reply curtly, heading for the bedroom and changing out of your clothes, washing your face and brushing your teeth quickly before gojo can join you.

“did you have a good time? you were real quiet, missed your voice” he mumbles as he slips under the covers. you don’t reply, afraid if you do your voice would crack, both out of anger and the tears you’re fighting back.

“your friend was” a pause, “nice.” you roll your eyes at his words, scoffing before throwing the blankets off you and moving to get your phone and head to the living room.

“y/n!” you turn around quickly to face him, your eyes teary and your hands shaking a bit from anger.

“what? you wanna get her number? talking to her again so she can try and feel you up again?” he tries to walk closer to you but you only back up. “no! go ahead, im sure you’d prefer her much more than me” you growl, “I’m sleeping on the couch.”

satoru only stands there shocked, never had he heard you so angry and sad about something, your voice had never been that cold towards him. then it clicks in his head.

you were jealous.

it didn’t take long for him follow you into the living room, he didn’t care that you were already starting to make yourself comfortable on the couch.

“i don’t give a fuck about her sweetheart, i don’t even know her name and i hope i never see her again” he sighs, picking you up from the couch and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom.

“put me down!” you shriek, punching his chest in hopes he’d let you down, but his grip only tightened. he only put you down when he throws you in the bed, pinning your hands above your head with ease and hovering over your body.

“i only want you, i have only ever wanted you and no one is gonna change my mind, my love” his words are sincere and you feel guilt creeping up on you.

“I’m-” you’re cut off by his lips on yours. it was the kind of kiss that leaves you light headed from how much love is behind it, the kind that wraps you in a warm blanket of love and makes you feel safe.

“you have nothing to be jealous about i swear to you” he mumbles, “there’s no one more perfect for me than you” another kiss to your cheek. “she’s not even near as pretty as you so don’t even try using that line on me” he says, smirking before he loosens his grip on your wrists, letting you sit up.

when you do r bother getting up satoru lays next to you, his arm draping over your waist, his hand snaking it’s way under your shirt and settling snugly at the dip of your waist.

“sorry for being so-” you pause as you search for the word, satoru wastes no time to finish your sentence for you, “green?” he smiles, kissing your jawline and you pout.

“yeah,” you sigh, turning to look at him. your heart clenches as you see the loving look in his face, like you’re the only person in the world.

“‘s okay, kinda nice to know you’re still getting jealous” your brows furrowed at his words, “makes me know you’re still in love with me” he winks and you roll your eyes.

“all it does is inflate you’re already huge ego” you retort and he smiles, peppering kisses on your face as you giggle.

you’re both quiet for a second, wrapped in each others arms. it’s with you when satoru’s the calmest, his breathing even as you run your fingers through his snowy hair.

it’s you he lets in, let’s you cuddle and kiss him to your hearts content. it’s with you that his guard is down, that his infinity is off.

it’s only with you, because he only loves you.

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tomblythismyhusband · 1 month

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CORYO SMUT REQUEST RAAHHH 🔥🔥🔥

okokokokOK i LITERALLY have coryo brainrot rn and i cant stop thinking about politician/president!coryo being too preoccupied with paperwork to take care of reader for like a week or so, so when she comes in asking to show him a new mini nightdress she bought (she’s clearly wearing nothing beneath it and only just goes past her ass) he KNOWS she’s trying to get his attention bc she’s neeeeedy and he tells her to get off on his leg while he finished up his work but she’s like “but i don’t want to ruin your nice pants” and he looks at her like 🤨🤨🤨🤨 BC HE COULDNT CARE LESS ABOUT HIS PANTS BC THE READERS NEEDS ARE MORE IMPORTANT 😭😭😭😭

i literally love your writing but if you don’t want to do this THATS OKAY

needy [politician!coryo x wife!reader]

[summary]: politician!coryo x wife!reader | You had been feeling extra in need of your husband, Coriolanus’ affection. He’s been so busy with work yet he still finds a way of making you feel better

[warnings]: MDNI, 18+, thigh riding, language, kissing, praise!kink

[wc]: 1.9k

[note]: the way i JUMPED to write this request. TYSM i’ve been aching to write for coryo sm.

As you walked down the halls of the Snow manor you couldn’t help but realize that you hadn’t seen your husband, Coriolanus in forever. With his rapid rise in status within the Capitol, you were able to see him less and less. Your husband was always buried in work. Whether it was meetings, late nights in the study, or business trips, he was eating sleeping work at this point.

As you passed his study, you frowned at the closed door. You thought about how you used to visit him all the time as he worked until he had labeled you a “distraction”. Now you would roam the halls or take shopping trips with your friends just to find contentment away from your husband. You couldn’t deny the fact that you yearned for his attention, but you also knew it wasn’t like Coriolanus to leave his work.

You made your way back to your bedroom- well, Coriolanus’ and yours. Not like he ever slept in it though, not when there was a perfectly good couch in his study. Even though you felt a little pained he spent so much time working, you knew it was because he was extremely determined to become President of Panem. And you supported him.

When you entered the room you were removed from your thoughts at the sight of your maid Anita putting away the clothes that you had bought that morning on a little retail therapy trip.

“Oh- Please Anita, I can do it.” You said cheerfully to the woman as she took clothes out of bags and folded them.

Anita glanced up at you with surprise. “Are you sure Miss Snow?”

You nodded, taking a stack of folded dresses from her hands gently. “I would be happy to do it. You work too hard around here.”

The woman smiled at your words and gave you a slight bow. “Thank you.” She started to leave the room when you called out her name one last time.

“Oh! And Anita?”

Anita turned her head with interest.

“Take the day off.” You said winking at her, giving her a smile. A grin spread on the woman’s face as she whispered a “thank you” and left.

With the maid now gone you flopped down onto the bed, setting the folded stack of clothes beside you. If only it was that easy to have Coriolanus take the day off. He was the type of man who needed valid reasons and an overwhelming amount of convincing.

You sat up again, starting to sort through the contents of your shopping bags. Your eyes landed on the bag from a designer lingerie store you had visited that morning. You bit your lip as you pulled out a simple nightdress from the bag.

It was a tiny thing, short. It was soft as well, perfect for lounging around the house. You stood up, holding up the dress. Maybe this was the leverage you needed for Coriolanus to pay attention to you. Yes. This was it.

You set it back down neatly and started to strip, removing every garment of clothing before slipping the thin silk night dress over your body.

Walking over to the mirror you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the sight. The way the dress hugged your curves was perfect. It was black, with delicate lace trim around the edges of the low cut neckline and bottom. You turned to the side, to see how the dress fell just below your ass. Without any underwear on, the dress definitely exposed a lot more than you were used to.

“Perfect.” You murmured, gazing at yourself some more. Coriolanus wouldn’t be able to resist you. Well- that was your hope at least.

Tonight. Tonight you would enter his office, where you knew he would definitely be. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought, definitely feeling all hot and bothered. You’d get him to finally pay attention to you, whether he liked it or not.

The clock had finally struck 11 at night. Coriolanus sat at his desk filling out paperwork for his upcoming campaign. His eyebrows furrowed as he worked, adding a soreness that he ignored. Time seemed to pass by quickly as he worked. He hadn’t realized how late it was until he heard the clock.

Coriolanus massaged his temple slowly. Guess he would just sleep in the study again. He had too much to do to go to his own bed tonight. This study had become his home, his safe place. He was in his own world when he worked.

Coriolanus’ thoughts were soon interrupted when he heard the door creak open. He didn’t look up, assuming it was the butler bringing him his nightly tea. He then heard the door’s lock click.

This caught his attention. His eyes flicked up and immediately widened at the sight of you, his wife, clad in a black nightdress. His gaze skimmed over the delicate details of the garment as well as how your body looked in it. He couldn’t ignore the points of your breasts, the slope of your waist or the display of your legs. His cock twitched in his pants as he looked at you silently.

“Hey.” You said softly, a coy smile pulling at your lips as you walked over to his desk.

Coriolanus leaned back in his chair, head tilted at the sight. “What’s this?”

His voice was strained, he was obviously affected by the way you presented yourself to him.

You looked down at your dress. “I went shopping today, do you like it?” You looked back up at him, anxiously awaiting a response.

Coriolanus gulped. You were tempting, so unbearably tempting. He felt even more conflicted as you did a little spin, flashing the bottom of your ass to him.

He ran a hand through his blonde curls, letting out a breath. “Darling you look- you look..” He couldn’t find the words. He’d never had his breath swept away from him like this before.

He then snapped out of his trance. He was too busy for this. He could obviously see how needy you were at the moment too.

“Darling, you look great. But I need to get back to work.” Coriolanus said quickly, turning back to his stacks of papers before him.

You frowned. You swore you could see the lust in his eyes.

“You're always working.” You sighed. “I never see you anymore.” You placed your hands on the edge of his desk, bending slightly. “Is it so bad that I want to spend time with you?”

Coriolanus looked up at you. He could hear the intense amount of desire in your voice. It seemed that this was your last resort to get him out of his work. Coriolanus thought for a moment.

“Come sit on my leg.” He said finally.

Your eyes widened with surprise. “What?”

He leaned back in his chair again, placing his hands on his thighs. “You're obviously in need. So get off on my leg while I finish up work.”

The way Coriolanus said this was casual, almost like he was sharing the information as if it was the only logical answer.

You furrowed your brows and frowned. “But your pants- I don’t want to ruin them…”

Coriolanus let out a low chuckle and looked at you as if you had something foolish. “You act like I care about that. I think your state is more important than the state of my pants...”

Your stomach fluttered at the words.

“Come here.” Coriolanus motioned, patting his leg.

Slowly you walked around the desk to him. Coriolanus watched how your hips swayed as you moved closer to him.

He held his breath, eyes roaming your body again as you lowered yourself onto his leg. You placed your hands on Coriolanus’ shoulders to stabilize yourself. Coriolanus dipped his head towards your ear and dropped his voice to a whisper.

“Good girl..”

The warmth of his breath mixed with the heat gathering in your core made you shutter at the words. You were dying for friction, for anything. One of Coriolanus’ hands gripped your waist as the other still held a pen as it rested on the desk.

You then started to move, bucking your hips slowly as a start. You were already soaked, your arousal definitely going to leave a spot on his pants. You lowered your head onto Coriolanus’ shoulder, keeping your moans quiet as you moved.

“Mph..” Your muffled sounds grew louder as you grinded against him. Coriolanus’ hand squeezed your waist. “Just like that..” He whispered.

His voice was music to your ears. You didn’t care anymore that he was working while you got off, at least he was still speaking to you, helping you get there.

You rolled your hips, adding movement to the bundle of nerves that was practically begging to be touched at this point. Coriolanus’ hand that was placed on your hip slid up to dig itself into your hair. The feeling of his hand in your hair added to the desire you felt.

Coriolanus was having a hard time working as you moved against him. His cock felt painfully hard in his pants as he tried to concentrate on the work in front of him. This was for you. He was making you feel better.

Coriolanus lightly bounced his leg as you rode him, breathy moans escaping your lips as you went.

“C-Corio..” You moaned softly. Your arms were thrown around his neck. Coriolanus’ hand removed itself from your hair and slid down to rub against the curve of your lower back.

“You're doing great. Keep going darling…” He murmured against your ear. You kept moving, picking up the pace. You felt the knot in your gut tighten and tighten signaling that your limit was near. Your eyes fluttered shut, arching your back.

“Fuck..” You whispered to yourself. The heat was intense now as you rode his thigh.

Finally the knot in your stomach broke as waves of pleasure coursed through your body. Your legs were trembling now, squeezing either side of Coriolanus’ thigh as you came.

You slumped against him, panting rapidly. Coriolanus enjoyed the feeling of you heavy on him with exhaustion.

“Good..” He said in a low voice as his hand rubbed your body, soothing your trembling. Coriolanus still bounced his leg lightly, letting you feel a little bit more.

You leaned back and took your hand, tilting Coriolanus’ head from looking down at his papers to you. He looked up at you and gave you a smirk.

“Feel better darling?” He drawled, eyes darting all over your face.

You nodded and leaned in to kiss him. He met your lips in a passionate kiss, though he was holding himself back a bit you still wanted to taste him. You then pulled away when Coriolanus let out a pained groan.

“Hm?” You hummed as Coriolanus looked away from you.

“Fuck darling.. you make me want to just rip that dress right off.”

You chuckled and ran a hand through his blonde curls. “You can you know…” You teased.

Coriolanus turned his head back to face you and gave you a playfully stern look. “I swear, you're going to be the death of me.”

You laughed again, nestling closer against him, nodding off to sleep as Coriolanus continued to work. You stayed like that, close to him for the rest of the night. Even when Coriolanus realized he should go to sleep he stayed there, in his chair, falling asleep with you still in his arms. He liked you like this. You felt like his. He would definitely be continuing what you started that night in the morning.

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cherriesformatt · 1 month

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make you mine || matt sturniolo

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: you got insecure on a party so you take Matt home and show him he is yours

warnings: smut, insecure reader, p in v, after care

a/n: idk I do not know if I like it cant remember last time I did write smut also I did not proof read it yet. Kinda based on the request but I changed it up a little. ALSO REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN

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I was having a conversation with some girl I just met. I did not remember her name and it was too loud for me to have a proper conversation anyways.

I nodded at whatever she said to me and told her I need to go to use a restroom which wasn’t necessarily true. I just wanted to find my boyfriend because I lost him in the crowd.

I was scanning the club with my eyes but the light and the music just weren't making it easy for me.

Tara invited us for that party and I was happy to be here but in the same time I just wish I was somewhere else. Like empty beach or my bed. I wasn't feeling myself lately and being surrounded by lots of girls in those little tops and dresses made me feel worst about myself even if I knew comparing myself to others was bad.

I just wish I could wear that and feel great in it. I was always more top and jeans girl over a dress.

I fixed my bag on my shoulder and squeezed myself into the crowd even more.

"Finally" I sighed when I saw the triplets talking to Colby and some other people far from the dance floor.

Of course.

"y/n! Long time no see" Colby brought me to a hug and I smiled a little and patted his back.

"Literally 24h!" I laughed and everyone did too.

"You're okay?" Matt placed his hand on my lower back and he gently stroked my bare skin.

"I'm great" I smiled at him and he did too and went back to a conversation he was having with Tara's cousin that we met on her dinner last night.

She was smiling at him and laughing at whatever he was saying but I couldn't hear. The only thing I was noticing is her hand stroking his arm sometimes and the way he just wasn't doing anything about it.

"If looks could kill, blondie would drop dead on the floor, kid" I heard Chris's voice from my other side and I looked at him.

"I do not know what are you talking about. I'm going to the bathroom" I exhaled rolling my eyes at him and just walked away.

I went into the bathroom and just washed my hands trying to calm myself down. I didn't want to be this jealous girlfriend. But today wasn't working out for me. I trusted Matt with all of my heart.

He looked so good tonight. His hair was perfect, he's eyes were shining from the lights and his god dammit rings. Don't get me started. I clenched my tights just thinking about his hands.

So of course there were other girls wanting what was already mine.

God, I just wanted to take him home and string him down.

I turned around and walked out of the bathroom and as the door were closing I was met with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

"Matt?" I I frowned looking at him.

"I asked if you're okay and you clearly wasn't... and you just walked away from us" He said.

"Oh I am sorry I didn't know I have to report every move to you" I said crossing my arms.

"Oh please, don't start that shit" He said and leaned on the wall.

"Maybe Tilly won't start anything go back talking to her" I said and started to walk away but he grabbed my arm and pulled my body to his.

"What are you trying to proof here?" He rested his hands on my sides and squeezed them lightly.

"You dropped your hand from my back but still didn't take her hand from your arm when she was stupidly laughing at whatever you said" I told him and he just shook his head at me.

"Y/n do not make a Taylor Swift moment from it, okay? I didn't even notice that because the only thing I could think of was your ass in those jeans, baby" He said and his hands wondered from my sides to my bum and he squeezed it.

"Take me home Matt, now" I told him and pushed on his chest to break free from his touch.

I walked to the exit and just hoped he would follow me.

Everyone is too drunk to think it is rude to leave without saying bye. And Chris and Nick can get an uber home, they are not babies.

I felt his hand on my back as he caught up with me and walked beside me without a word.

The car ride home was quiet. The only sounds were the music and my nervous breathing. He didn't say anything. I am pretty sure he thought I was still mad at him and he just didn't want to make it worse.

On the other hand I was nervous from the scenarios forming in my brain.

Matt underneath me, begging for my touch.

It made me nervous because I was usually the one under his control. But today I needed to show him that I can also be in control. I knew it would make my insecurities feel better.

When he parked the car in the garage of his house he looked at my eyes clearly wanting the answers.

I gently put my hand on his chest and grabbed him by his shirt to pull him closer. I rested my forehead on his and our lips were nearly touching.

"I wanna make you mine..." I said and put my other hand in the back of his neck.

"I am already yours..." He answered and connected our lips.

I broke from the kiss and exited the car.

"In your room, Matthew" I said looking deeply into his eyes.

He slowly licked his lips. To slowly, it made the heat building in my core nearly boil. He unbuckle himself and also exited the car.

He opened the door and let me in first. I took his hand in mine and walked into his room. As soon as he closed the doors behind us I turned around and pull him back into the kiss. My hands travel into his hair and pulled on them gently.

He hissed into my lips and I felt his hands traveled down my back. I pulled away from his lips and started to kiss down his throat. I gently bit his neck. I felt his hands squeezing my ass as I kissed his sweet spot and lightly sucked on it.

"Fuck...." he sighed and made me turned so my back hit the wall.

"No...Matt let me...let me be in control" I said and pushed on his chest lightly.

"Strip and lay on your back" I said firmly and he smiled a little.

"Yes ma'am" He said and I walked into his bathroom slightly relieved that he didn’t turn down my wish.

"I can do it" I whispered to myself while I was taking piece of satin from my rope.

I walked back into the room and seeing him laying on his back, just in his boxer made me bit the inside of my cheek.

I had no idea what I was doing.

I put the piece of material into my back pocket and took my shoes off.

I climbed on the bed and straddle him.

"What's in your pretty head today, baby?" He asked and I just leaned down to kiss him again.

Out tongues found each other as his hands traveled to take my top off but I took them in mine and rested them above his head. Not breaking a kiss I deftly tied his wrist together with the satin rope I had in the back of my jeans.

"Baby..." He breath out.

I only smiled at him shyly and started to kiss his neck again taking my time as I grazed my nails down his bare chest.

I could feel him getting hard so I gently palmed his clothed bulge through his boxers.

He exhaled deeply as I slid down his legs so my face was right in front of his crotch.

I looked at his face when I gently pulled down the only thing that was on the way.

He moaned when the cold air hit his dick as I took him in my hand and stoked him. I gently kissed his tip before I took him into my mouth.

He wanted to garb my hair but he couldn’t with his wrists being tied together so he growled and trusted his hips forward making me choke on his dick a little. I pulled out and looked at him.

“Do that again and I’ll stop” I said wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

“I’m sorry… I won’t…” he said breathing heavily.

I took a breath in and wrapped my lips back around him and took what didn’t fit in my mouth in my hand.

I tried my best to make him feel good until I pulled back feeling that he was on the edge. I knew that from the way his dick twitched in my mouth.

“Fuck… why did you stop?” He moaned and tried to touch me but he couldn’t.

“Watch your words…” I told him.

“Because I want you to finish inside me while I ride you” I added as I stood up from the bed.

He looked at me with poor surprise as I stared taking my own clothes off.

“You’re going to be the death of me, women” He closed his eyes.

His chests rapidly going up and down as I climbed back on top of him. I didn’t even need for play for myself. Him being like this made me dripping down my legs.

I took him in my hand and lined myself with him.

I moaned as I lower myself on him. The feeling of him stretching me out made my eyes roll.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now…. You’re so hot” He’s shaky voice made me open my eyes.

My body stayed on top of him so I had a second to adjust. I started to move my hips when I was ready and I made both of us moan.

“Talk to me baby….fuck I wanna touch you so bad”He breathed out.

“You’re mine Matt… Only mine” I sad clenching around him just to make him crazy.

“Don’t do that if you want me to last….” He hissed.

“Of course I’m only yours…..never ever want to be anyone else’s but yours” He said looking at me.

I started moving faster to give us even more pleasure. My legs started to shake slightly and he felt that.

“Take this shit off I can’t take it anymore… I need to help you” He whined.

I leaned down to connect our lips and I untied his hands.

His hands found a way to my waist right away. He started to trusting his hips up holding me still. His name slipped from my mouth and my head dropped to his neck form the pleasure.

I pulled back to sit on him and he also brought himself up and his hand fixed my hair from my face.

“I love you’re you’re the most beautiful and amazing girl on this planet, you know that right?” He’s other hand travel between our bodies and he started rubbing circles on my clit.

“I asked you a question” he said and starting to trust his hips even harder.

“Fuck…Yes” I said.

I felt blissful. I knew I was close but from his movements I knew he was too.

“Matt… I’m going to… holy shit…” I cried out resting my forehead on his.

Our movement slowing down. It was killing me. It was slow but every time he was so deep that I felt him in my whole body.

“I love you” He said and made me look up at him.

“to the moon and back…” I finished and connected our lips as we made love.

“Come with me pretty girl… please” He said into my lips.

I came undone scratching his back. I felt him come inside me and I moan.

He gently pulled out and I didn’t want to be far from him so before he could lay me down I just wrapped myself around him.

“Oh… what’s that for?” He laughed and hugged me back and kissed my shoulder few times.

“I’m sorry for how I was behaving… I was feeling pretty insecure and I let it into my head too much” I whispered.

“Oh honey…” he said and rubbed my back.

“That’s why you wanted to be in control?” He asked.

“Yes… but half way through I was like fuck i don’t even know if I like it so thanks god you got so desperate and wanted me to untie you” I laughed.

“Baby… I know it’s hard sometimes but I need you to know that you’re so beautiful and smart and just my favorite human on this planet” he made me move away a little so he could looked at me.

He kissed my nose and I smiled.

“I love you Matt, thank you” I said.

“You don’t have to thank me… it’s the truth. And u liked you being in control…We could do that again sometimes…Now.. let’s get you clean…” He smiled at me and helped me stand up.

It made me feel good that he said he liked it. Because I was really unsure about what I was doing but seeing him and now hearing that he liked it have me a lot of confidence back.

He cleaned us both, made sure I pee and he removed my make up too. We took a quick shower and brushed our teeth together. As we did we heard Chris and Nick walking into the house.

I smiled because that means I could fall asleep without worrying about them.

“Good night love…” he kissed my head.

We were already in bed in our pj’s on, my head on his chest and one of my legs in between his. I just needed him extra close tonight.

“Good night” I whispered.

“Remember that you can always talk to me about how you feel…” He reassured me once again.

I smiled.

“I know Matty… I know” I said as I was almost out.

Next to him I felt like I could everything and he made me feel beautiful and wanted. He was my escape, my everything. And he was all mine.

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merakiui · 9 days

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MERA IVE BEEN HAVING THIS THOUGHT AND I THINK YOURE THE RIGHT PERSON TO SHARE IT WITH BC ITS SO PERFECT FOR THE TWEELS 😭

A long time ago, back when i was a teenager and still a wattpad girly, I read this one really good story called "Family Comes First" about a family of cannibals that lives in the middle of nowhere. They only keep boy children who are born, no daughters. Whenever a boy turns a certain age (I think 21 but I cant really rmbr), the father goes out to the nearest city, interviews girls under the guise of offering them a job, and kidnaps the best one as a birthday gift and bride. The mother-in-law teaches the new girl how to be a good wife (cleaning, cooking that strange meat, etc.), and the husband is otherwise responsible for his wife, to the point of selecting and laying out her clothing every morning. The ultimate honour is to birth a son, and so the husbands are CONSTANTLY trying to get their wives knocked up. I can't help but imagine Jade and Floyd in a story like this, it suits them perfectlyyyyy

In the book, one of the boys ended up catching feelings for brother's wife (the main character) instead of his own, and it causes fights serious drama in the family. This works so well with the recent ideas about Jade stealing Floyd's cute little wifey except it would be even better for them because they're twins and Jade can pull all his nasty tricks 😭 maybe when she finally gets knocked up with a son, they won't know who it belongs to, because he looks just like his daddy, but the potential daddies look the sammmeee OTZ

Oh oh oh and imagine if reader tries to escape and the family decides to let her try. Let her have fun. Hell, they even join in on the fun. She was blindfolded when they brought her and she's never been out of the house before, so she doesn't know her way around the woods, whereas the men in this family have been hunting humans for sport and food in these woods for generations. Now she's lost in the dark forest with daddy leech and the tweels rapidly closing in on her. She's going to be taught a lesson after they drag her home. After all, she lost the game, and losers never get rewards >_<

OHHH!!! Omg that concept is perfect for the tweels!!!! And they would absolutely draw out the chase in the forest just to scare you even more. Maybe then, after spending an entire day and night being hunted like a wild animal, you'll learn your home is with them. There's no point in running from your family, after all.

Hehe running from the three of them and you injure yourself, so now you're even more panicked because what if they can smell the cut on your leg? What if they can hear your pained grunts as you drag yourself along, limping through the forest? >_< omg and it doesn't matter who finds you; it's going to be frightening either way. Floyd who drags you out of your hiding place by the ankles, or Jade who stands over you as he patiently waits for you to take notice of him. Or Papa Leech wrapping you up in big, strong, scarred arms to carry you back to the house. Maybe you're kicking and screaming all the way, and it's useless to struggle because there's no one else out here for stretches. Just you and your family, who care so very much for you. You should be grateful! Mr. Leech's sons fight over you to be named your husband. Aren't you lucky to have the two of them? Most of all, aren't you lucky you're alive and not on their murderous menu?

AAAAAA and Papa Leech picks your clothes for you going forwards! They were far too patient and lenient with you before, far too forgiving. Now you're living under a new schedule, a fresh set of rules. Your clothes are selected for you, and your meals are prepared in advance (gone are the days in which you were given choices; each meal is healthy and has properties meant to boost your fertility). When you aren't learning to be the perfect housewife, you're getting bent over every possible surface and bred by the twins. Or if the twins can't behave, then maybe Papa Leech ought to knock you up instead........... thinking thoughts.

In conclusion, the entire family is crazy and you're stuck with them forever. orz

#twisted chit chat

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jackmanbj · 6 months

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only for you

18+ smut!

AN: this is my very first smut fic, EVER! so i apologize if its bad or not what you expected.

summary: jack noticed you had been spending a lot more time with urban, jack gets jealous and tries to argue with urban.

requested by a lovely anon🌸

jack had been in the studio for over 6 hours, the only time he has came out was to get some water and snacks and would head back to the home studio.

at this point you were getting bored so you went to go knock on the studio door.

when you knocked you heard a loud huff and an aggressive, “come in”

“hi baby, you need some food?” you started walking towards him and started playing in his hair.

“no but i need you out because i cant fucking focus.”

“uhm jackman!!” “what now!?” “i.. never mind, sleep on the sofa. i dont want to see you tonight.” “yeah whatever.”

you left the room with tears brimming in your eyes, you went straight to urbans room and knocked and urban said a quick “come in”

once you walked in urban immediately asked you what was wrong.

“jack has been being the biggest dick, i get hes working but he yelled at me because i asked him if he wanted some food..”

“its ok mamas come here”

urban pulled you into his chest and he let you lay there and cry.

after a few minutes of you crying urban put on a tv show he knew you loved and your attention went straight to that, forgetting about jack.

after a couple hours of you and urban talking, you and urban were laying in bed, urban had his shirt off and you had your sweatpants on and an undershirt, you were both just watching tv.

until jack walked in.

“hi ba-“ “what the fuck!” “what??” you looked at urban in hopes he could answer your confusion.

but of course.

he couldn’t.

“jack whats going on baby??” “why the fuck are you in bed with urban??” “you were working so me and urban were just watching tv?? its not like we’re cuddling or naked or anything.”

“y/n come here” you slowly got out of the bed and made your way to jack.

“y/n go upstairs to your room” urban told you not wanting you to watch your boyfriend and your best friend about to argue.

you quickly went back upstairs and on your way up you heard jack and urban screaming at each other.

after a little while you heard a loud thump.

you immediately ran back downstairs to find jack and urban fighting.

“JACKMAN AND URBAN!!”

as soon as they heard there names they stopped fighting.

“jackman thomas. go upstairs and go take a shower i’ll be up there in a minute.”

jack hesitated but went upstairs and when you heard the water running you started talking to urban.

“what the fuck happened??” “he started yelling at me talking about how i was trying to get in your pants or whatever, we started arguing then i guess we fought.” “..when jack gets out go take a shower please.” “alright.”

“i swear im like yall damn mother.” you said under your breath as you walked out of urbans room.

you walked back upstairs into the bathroom, “jack hurry up and get out the shower, yall i act like yall have no fucking home training.”

once jack got out you started putting bandages and bruise cream wherever he gotten scratched or whatever he had gotten hit hard.

once you were done you started putting your things back in the box and gathering the trash to throw away.

“i’ll be back im going tale care of urban.

“hes a grown ass man he can take care of himself.” “jackman! stop acting like a 13 year old, hes still your best friend, he did nothing wrong, and your lucky im even letting you sleep in the bed ‘cause you were supposed to be sleeping on the couch. now like i said, i’ll be back.”

you went upstairs to urbans room to find him in her sweatpants smoking.

“let me hit” “you’ve never smoked before, maybe another time” “yea whatever.”

you searched urbans body for any scratches and bruises, once you found some you put some bruising cream and bandages on them.

“thanks mamas” “your welcome urban.”

you went back to the bedroom and found jack laying on his back, one hand behind his head and the other one him strolling on his phone.

you climbed into bed and jack quickly placed his phone down to cuddle you but you were quicker and pushed him off.

“ma..” “no jackman, you acted like the biggest asshole in the world, tomorrow your going to apologize to him by the way!” “WHAT!!?” “you heard me loud and clear.” “fine but lose that fucking attitude.”

“i dont have one.”

“you clearly do. lose it for i fuck it out of you.”

“jack leave me alone fuck.”

jack raised up and grabbed you by your neck squeezing it lightly.

“lose it. now.” jack voice was getting raspy, you could tell he was getting impatient and was ready to fuck you until you couldn’t even say your own name, and you couldn’t wait, so you played the game with him.

“jack, fuck me. please..” “dirty ass slut.”

jack let go of your neck and watched you scramble to take off your clothes.

once you were fully naked jack took your chin in his hand and pulled downward so your mouth was facing right were his cock was, covered by a thin piece of cotton.

with his free hand he lowered his pants enough for his cock to spring free, lightly slapping his stomach.

“suck.”

you put his tip in your mouth using your tongue to draw light circles around it.

you reached you eyes up to look at jack whos head was all the way back, after a while jack got sick of your teasing.

“stop trying to tease me and suck this dick.”

you put as much as you could fit of jacks cock in you mouth and grabbed the rest with your hand.

jack was quick to pop your hand away though.

“nuh uh, put that pretty little mouth to work, suck the whole thing. without your hands.”

you took his whole cock out your mouth “its to big, i cant fit the whole thing in!” “i dont care.”

you huffed and tried to place the whole thing in your mouth, jack was grunting every so often. you could tell he was trying to hold back moans.

jack noticed you struggling and took his hand and pushed your head further down his cock, jack let out a loud moan as you gagged on him.

“faster.”

you immediately started sucking him faster, jack letting his sweet moans eco all around the room, his hand found its way into your hair, jack twitched in your mouth, you got ready to swallow knowing jack wouldn’t let you up until you he knew you swallowed ever drop of his cum.

“FUCK!” jack threw his head back and came into your mouth.

you took him out your mouth and swallowed the cum, showing him your tongue when you were done.

“good girl, face down ass up.”

you got into the position jack just had told you to get into, jack went behind you looking at your glistening pussy, jack ran his fingers through your folds making you shiver.

jack chuckled at the way you looked, he knew he had full power over your body at this moment.

and you knew it to.

jack took his thick cock into his hand and rubbed in through your folds, teasing your throbbing entrance.

you wiggled your ass on him to try and slip his cock in, but all you got was a harsh smack on the ass.

“what have i told you about trying to rush me huh?” “hurry uppp!”

jack pulled your hair, pulling you up to his chest. “stop getting fucking smart with me, im done playing with you.”

“sorry jack.”

jack let go of the grip he had on your hair and roughly rammed into you.

you grabbed into the sheets as your face duh deeper into the soft fluffy blanket.

jack waited a few seconds to let you adjust to his size.

once you were ready you wiggle your ass back and forth while jack put his hands on your hips and started to thrust in and out of you.

“mm jack..”

jack took his hand off your waist and but a harsh smack on your ass, making you whine and jump from the sudden contact.

“whats my name when im inside of you?” jack asked thrusting into you harder, letting a few grunts slip out

“baby please”

“i asked you a question answer me slut.”

“DADDY!”

“act like you got some sense when im inside of you.”

jack thrusted into you harder, she sounds of sweet moans leaving your lips as jack grunted into your ear.

your face was pushing harder and harder into the sheets as jack pounded into you.

“fuck, you have such a smart mouth to have such a good pussy, i shouldn’t even let you cum. when i tell you to lose the attitude, lose it.”

“jack please.”

once again jack stopped moving in and out of you and pulled you back by your hair into his chest.

“y/n, you got one more fucking time to call me by my name. next time your dumbass won’t cum.”

“yes sir.”

jack pushed you back down letting go of your hair, pulling completely out of you.

“get on your back.”

you quickly started to get onto your back, you propped your legs up and jack started holding them to make sure they would stay.

jack let your legs rest on his thighs as he rubbed his cock against your glistening folds.

you wanted to whine or push back but you knew jack would just punish you for it.

jack roughly pushed into you, jack didnt give you anytime to adjust, he kept ramming into you, your perfect tits bouncing up and down every time jack thrusted.

jack reached down to take one of your tits in his mouth, he played with the other one with his thumb and index finger.

“daddy please. its to much!” jack released your nipple from his mouth “you can take it mamas, be a big girl for me.”

jack put his head in the crock of you neck, jack was becoming unable to control his moans, he was panting and whining in your ear, and you loved every second of it.

you felt yourself about to cum. “FUCK! jack im about to cum!!” “let it go mamas, cum all over me.”

jack lifted his head up so he could look at your face while you came on his pretty cock.

after 7 more thrust, you came all over jack.

jack knew he wouldn’t last longer, the feeling of you clenching all over him, and him looking at your pretty face whine and moan had him in a trance.

jack started to twitch inside of you, you got ready to take his cum, jack came inside of you but kept thrusting, trying to keep your and his high going.

you tried running from him, but of course he pulled you back.

“nuh uh, where you going?”

after a few more thrust jack pulled out and collapsed on your chest.

you both laid there for a few seconds looking around till you felt jack get up.

jack came back with a wet wash cloth and some water.

jack handed you the water and started to clean you off.

“i love you mamas.”

“i love you more jackie.”

you drunk half the water and put it on your nightstand, jack lifted you up and brought you to the bathroom to pee while he cleaned himself off.

jack brought you back to the room, he put his hoodie on you and walked back to the bathroom, you laid there waiting for jack to cone back.

you seen the lights switch off and seen jack walk out, he only had on a pair of boxers.

jack laid down next to you and kissed you goodnight. he laid on top off you and fell asleep to your chest rising up and down with every breathe, making him feel more comfortable.

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow smut

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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I’ve read through some of your old posts and I gotta say…I love me some angst. May I kindly, pretty please with a plastic cherry on top, ask for TADC gang with an S/O who abstracted a while back, but then they ‘respawn’ one day with a glitch affect about them, and their memory was totally wiped? Like it was their first day in the digital world? The glitch affect doesn’t hurt them or anyone like what happened to Ragetha and Pomni btw.

TADC cast x mended!reader

so funny story i was about to sit down and work on this about 4 hours ago but then my parents said they were going to watch the fnaf movie in the garage and i literally dropped everything and watched it so uh uh. the reason the grind stopped was because of fnaf movie and now im kinda tempted to pick up my fnaf fic again anyways! i did a similar post, here! jax and caines parts here will be short, really only focusing on the glitch aspect for them in this post, since the other half has already been written!

CAINE:

just got flashed with an image but you know that scene where the iron giant is trying to pick the boy up but hes like limp or something and the giant pulls back (ive never watched iron giant i just know this clip from a meme) i think it would be like that if he tried to poof your glitching away; but like. in an emotional way, if that makes sense. like its the same kind of carefulness and worry, i think... bonus if he does more damage than not

JAX:

honestly a little too scared to even touch you out of the deep seeded fear of getting all glitchy as well. like he knows it wont spread to him, but you know...

POMNI:

similar to jax i think she would instinctively avoid touching you even though she knows its fine... the whole hand thing making her overly cautious for future scenarios, you know? i think she would slip up and accidentally bring up something you and her did before you abstracted, or call you an endearing name before abruptly stopping herself and trailing off, sad stuff. grief makes her tear between wanting to find an exit faster and trying to make you remember/stay for you

RAGATHA:

poor girl :( i think she would genuinely try to make an effort to re/befriend you and try not to have her hopes too high for the two of you to get back together. if you hear about your past relationship and want to learn more about it, shell tell you what you want to know, but i doubt she would instantly start dating you again if you suggest the two of you trying to give the relationship a second shot... i think that would need some time

KINGER:

bro is gonna be going through it, first he loses his possible wife to abstraction and now he lost you.. got you back, but you dont remember anything. on top of that you look.. off.. sure it doesnt hurt you but it still looks like it would be uncomfortable, even if it isnt

stuck between longing to rekindle your old relationship and letting you go in order to allow himself to process this grief; the third option is potential abstraction for himself

ZOOBLE:

tries not to care. they want to forget everything like you did, they were finally starting to be normal after your abstraction. but now your back in a clean slate, mind wiped and memories gone. how does someone cope with that? as much as it hurts them they think it would be best for them to pretend you were a stranger again

GANGLE:

saying it again, poor girl. mix of pomni and ragatha here i think, like she keeps messing up and verbally reminiscing before realizing you cant relate to what shes saying anymore. will tell you anything you want to know about the past, but i think it would take a lot longer for her to consider getting with you again than ragatha. for both its kind of a "i dont want them to feel obligated to try because we were together once" type deal

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #jax x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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melswifeasf · 10 months

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Hey, can I request a Shauna Shipmen 1996] x Fem Reader. Where the reader was injured during the crash and Shauna find reader and rescue reader from the plane and take care of the reader?

It's cool if you cant I was just wondering

Helpless

Fandom: Yellowjackets

Pairing: Shauna Shipman x Reader

Genre: Angst; fluff at the end

Words: 7.4k+

Summary: you’re badly injured in the plane accident and Shauna is there to take care of you. things get complicated when she realizes youre being cold and distant.

Notes: i hope it’s okay that i added more of a storyline, i got a little carried away. pls send in more yellowjackets requests!

there was smoke. so much of it. there were screams coming from all directions and you could hear flames near. you weren't sure where you were or how you even winded up there. you had previously been trying to help Van get the oxygen mask because the plane was falling and then all of the sudden you're on your back with a burning sensation coming from your leg and other parts of your body. it felt like you were dying. all you could do was stare at the sky, it was bright blue but the dark smoke was making it hard to see how beautiful it actually was.

you could hear screams, people calling for help and others trying to find their friends. you could hear her voice. you could hear your name being called out by her and your best friend. you knew they were looking for you but truthfully you weren't sure where you even were. you couldn't stand, couldn't even lift your head more than an inch without a scorching pain running through it. it was almost felt like you were paralyzed. you wished you were dead. if you were paralyzed you hoped someone would kill you, wished sleep would consume your body and take you away forever.

there was a lot to live for. you were well aware of that. you were only eighteen, you had a full scholarship waiting for you back home and two loving parents that would never be the same without you. could you live? was there a reason to? you weren't dumb, you knew you were in the middle of nowhere and if you were hurt you'd have no hope. there's be no hope to help your injuries. you'd be dead weight.

the sky was beautiful. you'd never been the one to pay much attention to it. you preferred the starry night rather than the bright blue but not then. not in that moment when all you could think about was the fact that you'd be leaving angry at her. how could she live with that? how could you die with that? there was no way.

the source of your thoughts was getting closer, you could hear them calling your name, their voices getting closer and closer. Jackie was with her. you recognized her voice and maybe Tai? you weren't sure. you were tempted to say you were there, to tell them you were alive but you couldn't get your mouth to move or any words to come out. you felt like you weren't in your body. you wished you weren't. the pain was excruciating.

Shauna on the other hand didnt have a single scratch. she woke up with Jackie, woke up immediately looking for you but she couldn't find you. not on the plane at least. she wanted to save Van but she couldn't, Jackie pulled her away whilst telling her they needed to get to safety. she was looking for you. they both were. none of them said it at first, as soon as they were off the plane they both took in their surroundings quickly. there was no sign of you.

Shauna had been the one to call for you first and Jackie followed quickly after. they helped couldn't find you anywhere near the plane so they knew they had to look further. Tai and Van were close to you as well so they shared Jackie and Shaunas need to find you but Van was angry with the best friends so she ignored them. they didn't get all that far from the plane. just a couple feet away there you were, bloody and unresponsive. you weren't screaming for help, you weren't even acknowledging that they were there.

the brunette felt tears brim in her eyes at the sight. her heart had previously been beating faster than ever but it only intensified when she had seen you. her hands immediately began to shake and her feet began to run toward you faster than she could process. Jackie and Taissa followed after her. Shauna fell to her knees beside you, her eyes first trained on your dazed state before they ran down your body to check for injuries. you were wearing jeans but there was a huge gash on your thigh that was bleeding uncontrollably to the point in which the piece of clothing was soaked in it. you had a cut on your right eyebrow and cheek but they looked like they'd just heal with a scar.

"y/n" Shauna said as she began to shake you, her voice was desperate and you could hear the way it cracked. you wanted to assure her that you were okay, or at least as okay as you could be but you couldn't open your mouth. suddenly you felt two other people near you and that's when you saw Tai and Jackie each sharing the same expression Shauna had. the brunette was the most distraught, tears full on streaming down her face at this point as she shook you. she wanted to get a reaction out of you, anything, other than your eyes moving.

"we need to get her back to the rest" Tai said looking at each girl. Jackie wiped away her tears and nodded before she grabbed Shaunas shoulder to try and snap her out of it.

"come on, Shauna" she said desperately. that seemed to be enough for the brunette to nod and wipe away her tears as best as she could.

"i've got her," Tai said. she was the tallest and possibly the strongest out of all of them. neither girl protested as Taissa grabbed you as carefully as she could before she slowly stood up fully. you let out a scream at the action, your leg and stomach bringing you more pain than you had ever experienced. somehow that made Shauna let out a silent sigh of relief, you were finally giving a reaction. that's all that mattered. you'd be okay, you had to be okay and she'd do anything to make sure of that.

the four of you reached the rest as fast as you could. Taissa was practically sprinting with you in her arms, there was so much blood gushing out of your injury and she needed to get you to Misty who was helping everyone out. she never expected that to happen, truthfully no one did. when you were finally there all of the other girls turned to see you, gasps escaped their lips at the sight.

Misty was quick to reach you, "put her down here" she said pointing at an empty space near Ben who was passed out. Taissa followed her instructions and slowly put you down onto the ground. your face scrunched in pain and you were biting your tongue to try and prevent any noises to come out of you. it hurt to talk.

"does someone have a knife? anything sharp?" she yelled loudly but no one moved. the blonde grabbed one of the pieces of clothing that they had been ripping into pieces and put it up to your cut before pressing hard. you couldn't control the loud scream that erupted from your throat. someone, you weren't sure who, bent down beside Misty and handed her something. you could finally lift your head now, it still hurt but the pain from your leg was far stronger. the only problem was that you were light headed, the edges of your vision were growing darker and darker. it was possibly the blood loss or maybe the concussion you were almost one hundred percent sure you had.

whatever was in Misty's hand was sharp and you could feel your jeans being cut off. there was talking, a lot of it and you could hear your name in some of the conversation but you couldn't focus on anything but all of the pain you were feeling. the breaking point was the stinging sensation you felt on your gash. then everything went black.

everyone thought that you had died. everyone including Shauna. while you were screaming in pain she was hugging herself with tears streaming down her face and soft sobs escaping her lips. when your eyes closed an immense panic washed over her. her body moved faster than her mind as she tried to grab onto you but Taissa was there to stop her. Misty was working on getting the cut to stop bleeding. she had ordered someone get her a belt which thankfully Lottie had and tied it just above the gash to prevent blood flow. once she was done she had reassured everyone that you were alive. you had just passed out from the blood loss and probably the pain.

it was dark by the time you had woken. the sky was dark, stars littered around with the moon shinning a shed of light on everyone below it. you missed the bright blue sky. it felt more comforting then the endless darkness around you. the pain was still there. you were still near Ben but not far enough so that you weren't uncomfortable. Misty was there as soon as you opened your eyes. she had told you to take some pills, you weren't sure what they were, all you knew was that you needed more of them. the pain had died down as soon as you had taken them and you didn't feel as alive as you did seconds ago.

Misty had told you about your injuries. you had bruised ribs which explained the pain in your stomach and a concussion. the bruise would heal on its own along with the concussion, she just wasn't sure one the exact time frame. the gash would take long to heal, without a way to stitch it there's no definite time frame. you wondered if it would have been easier if you had just died. wondered what would have happened if you had simply stayed buckled into your seat and not helped Van out. you'd probably be unharmed and sitting around the fire with the rest of the team almost as if you were camping.

most of all you wouldn't have Shauna glued to your side. she had been there from the moment your eyes opened. you were sure she had been there even before then. she didn't say a word. neither did you. none of you had anything to say.

you were cold. you wondered if that was how she felt too or if it was because of the state you were in. you wanted to tell her to leave you alone and go back with everyone else but you didn't. she'd probably ignore you anyway.

that first night you slept holding onto yourself. shivering. you were asleep when the flannel was thrown over your shivering body. you were asleep when Shauna held your hand softly and thanked god that you were alive.

joining the soccer team had never been part of your plan. you were pretty good at sports, sure, but you had never thought about actually joining any teams. you were on the track team and that was enough for you. but you were Jackie's best friend, since you were in kindergarten meaning you did almost everything together. when she joined the soccer team she practically begged you everyday to join with her. she had annoyed you into trying out. you were mildly surprised when you made the team. Jackie on the other hand was ecstatic. not only was Shauna on the team but you were too.

thus started your friendship with the rest of the girls. Shauna and you had been sort of friends before joining. Jackie and Shauna were joined at the hip throughout high school so you'd be around each other quite a lot. just not enough to the point in which you'd consider each other more than just your best friends, friend.

until your Junior year. there was a party that one of the guys on the football team was throwing. you had gone with the rest of your friends to get drunk and maybe find someone to makeout with. you weren't expecting much though, being a lesbian wasn't exactly common amongst the school. it was why you were closest to Tai and Van, they understood you better than anyone else could. that included Jackie. that night you had gotten far too intoxicated and ended up having to get a ride home from Shauna. you wanted to stay longer to hang out with the quarterback but Jackie knew you and she knew you'd regret it sober. she and Shauna were sober enough to help you into the car. she had dropped Jackie off first, like she always did then went to your house.

you didn't say anything throughout the whole ride. the two of you didn't exactly have anything to talk about. not because you had nothing in common but because there was always a sense of rivalry between the two of you. it wasn't easy, both of you being Jackie's best friend and although neither of you had said it out loud, you each wanted the other to step back. except you were drunk that night. so drunk that as soon as the car stopped you leaned over the console and pulled the brunette into a rough kiss. Shauna was shocked at first, her eyes wide and her mouth frozen as she processed it. you were kissing her? was she dreaming? was this even real? she had always though you were straight, she had seen you hanging out with all of the jocks so she figured you'd be into them. she was terribly wrong.

seconds later she kissed you back with as much force as you. her hands were clutching the console whilst yours were tangled in her hair. you'd wanted to take things further and she was well aware of that by the way you reached for her hand and began to move it toward your thighs. she had stopped you before you could get there. you were wasted and she wouldn't do that to you. at the time she wasn't sure if you were sure about even being with a girl so she instead helped you inside your house.

with a terrible hangover and the memories of the night before you had to hang out with Jackie the next day. you had already made plans a week ago and you felt bad for cancelling. it's not like she'd let you off without a reason and neither of you were ever good at lying to one another. so you tried your best to ignore Shauna that whole day. you were embarrassed. so fucking embarrassed that you had kissed a girl that you weren't even sure if she liked girls. what would you say? sorry? well, that probably sounded like a good idea. even though she kissed back you hadn't asked before hand and the last thing you'd ever want is to force anyone to do anything.

Shauna was doing the opposite. she had tried to catch your eye the whole time, even tried to get you alone but you made sure to always leave the room if Jackie did. by the end of the day she wasn't able to direct a single word toward you. until the moment you had to leave. your dad had said he'd pick you up but not for another two hours and Jeff was outside waiting for the both of you to leave. you had no choice but to accept Shaunas offer to drive you home.

the brunette was beautiful, you'd always been aware of that. from the moment you'd first met all you could focus on were her beautiful big brown eyes that could possibly let her get away with anything. at least if it was up to you. it wasn't just her eyes though, it was the way she always smelled like vanilla or the way you'd always catch her staring. at first you didn't think much of it, you were on a higher social class than her at school so you figured that was why. boy were you wrong. that had been proven to you when you were outside your home. unlike last night she had been the one to kiss you. her hands found the back of your neck and she had planted her soft addicting lips on yours.

that's how your relationship started. from then on everything changed. sometimes she'd pull you into the locker room to makeout before practice or sometimes she'd make you stay until everyone left, then she'd pull you down onto her lap and bring your lips into a hungry kiss. you never actually talked about what it meant, not only were you afraid of the answer but you also didn't want to tell Jackie. you weren't sure how she'd react. she could either be happy that both of her best friends were together or hate you for stealing Shauna from her. either way you felt it was easier to keep it between you and the brunette. well, Shauna you and Van and Taissa.

you had no one else to talk to other than them and besides, you knew they'd keep it a secret.

it was just kissing until a particular summer night. she had snuck into your room which had become routine for the both of you. sometimes she'd come through the sleepover and your parents always saw it as two friends having a sleepover but other times she'd sneak in through your window in the middle of the night because she missed your lips. the reality was that she missed you but she'd never admit that. that night your makeout session started to grow rougher and hungrier to the point in which you couldn't take it anymore. that was the first night you'd ever slept together.

it was amazing.

neither of you could get enough. simple makeout sessions turned into quickies in the locker room and celebration sex after games. you had become addicted to Shauna Shipman and you weren't ashamed. not one bit. you loved her. you'd known that since the first time you had sex but neither of you ever said it. in a way you both knew regardless of an actual verbal confirmation. maybe it was the way Shauna would always drop Jackie off first regardless on if she would request it so she could spend time with you. maybe it was the way her hand always landed on your thigh during those drives or how she'd let you rant about your day with a smile and listening ears. maybe it was the way she'd pick up a coffee for you every morning because you liked it or the way she would sometimes let you borrow her flannels because they smelled like her. maybe it was the way you're eyes always found hers first when you entered a room or the way you'd buy her small things that reminded you of her. maybe it was the way you'd watch her favorite movies even though you found them boring or the way you'd hold her when you slept because she liked being spooned. but most of all it was the way you'd both only let your walls down when you were alone with one another.

you never had to say the words because you both just knew.

until the day before you had to leave for nationals. you had both been so excited for winning, even celebrated accordingly once you were alone in your room. it was during the party the night before that everything changed. Shauna was screwing Jeff. what was supposed to be a fun night with your best friend and the girl you loved turned into you seeing her with your best friends boyfriend fucking in his car. you didn't want to ride with Jeff so you asked Lottie for a ride home instead. somehow you had seen the car from the road and asked Lottie to pull over in case they needed help. they didn't.

Shauna didn't sneak into your room that night like she had promised in the locker room when her lips were on yours and she had her hand down your pants. she had lied. she had lied and you wouldn't forgive her. you couldn't.

the brunette was surprised when you sat down near the back with Van and not beside Lottie who was closest to them. you didn't talk to her when arriving at the airport or even when you said hi to Jackie. at the time she figured you were just upset that she hadn't spent the night with you like she had promised. she thought about apologizing and doing all the things she knew you loved to earn your forgiveness once you landed.

none of those thoughts ever came to life.

three days later and everyone was trying to organize everything so they had enough food and water for as long as possible. you were sitting against some kind of cushion with your back against a tree as you stared at your leg deep in thought. it still hurt, just not as much considering Misty had been giving you some kind of pain pills. you had no idea where they came from or how she had them but you didn't care as long as you didn't have to feel all the pain in your body. Shauna hadn't left your side in those three days. she wouldn't talk much, neither would you. she'd mostly just give you food or water and check the cut to make sure it wasn't getting infected. she wanted to say something, her thoughts were practically being screamed at you but you didn't ask and she didn't speak.

the brunette had grabbed some food from the stash and brought it over to you. she moved it closer to you so you'd grab it but you shook your head. you weren't hungry. Shauna sighed, "you need to eat" she said a frustrated with you. she understood how you were feeling, not being able to walk or move without feeling excruciating pain was horrible but you were acting petty and she didn't like this side of you.

"im not hungry" you said. your voice was raspy from the little talking you had been doing and your throat was a bit dry from how long it had been since you had any water. by then you had gotten out of the jeans with Shaunas help and put a pair of shorts on to make it easier on your cut.

"y/n" Shauna sighed out. you didn't budge though and she knew there was only one way to make you listen. "you have to eat if you want to take the pills. Misty told you this yesterday" she said glancing at the blonde who was having the same problem with Ben. you finally gave in and grabbed the small piece of food.

Shauna was watching you intently as you ate when a sudden and frantic voice caught both of yours attention."guys!" Taissa said running toward the group, "guys, there's a lake. there's a lake" she said slightly out of breath. "i saw it from that hill" she said pointing in that direction. "it looks about four of five miles away."

Shauna stood up from her spot beside you to face Taissa. "do you think we could hike it?" she asked the brunette.

"it's pretty rocky, but yeah" Tai confirmed with an excited smile. the idea of finally getting the chance to rinse of and get clean water was enough to fill them with hope.

Jackie didn't seem to share the sentiment as she stood up from her spot, "uh, we, uh, we can't.. we can't just leave." she chuckled.

Tai looked at her a bit annoyed, "we've got two days of water, tops. and then what? just sit around and die?" she asked sarcastically.

"what if the rescue team comes?" Jackie rebutted. she had too much hope and you couldn't help but to chuckle at her words. she may be your best friend but even you knew how stupid that sounded. they weren't coming. it's time everyone accepted that.

"do you think they're taking their time on purpose?" Tai said and looked around the group. "if they knew where we were, they would be here already." she said her voice softening at the end of her sentence.

"you don't know that" Jackie responds.

Tai rolled her eyes before she turned toward the only adult with them. "what do you think, coach?" her words made everyone including you turn to look at the older man.

he shrugged, "i dont, i don't know." he shook his head, "i mean, you'd have to leave me behind, i guess, but whatever"

"we could make a stretcher" Taissa offered immediately earning a laugh from Jackie.

"oh, okay"

"seriously. if we take turns carrying it.."

"n-no" Jackie cut her off. "this-this is bullshit. i say no. okay? no way"

"let's put it to a vote" Taissa said. "all in favor of waiting here?" a couple girls beside Jackie raised their hand. you didnt have an opinion, truthfully either way would be just as painful for you. Shauna glanced at you motioning for you to vote but you ignored her and kept your eyes on your lap. "all in favor of the lake?" Taissa asked which seemed to get the most votes out of the two options. you sighed softly.

in the end everyone grabbed their things to go to the lake. Shauna wrote on the plane that everyone had gone to the lake whilst Van and Taissa helped you up from your spot. you didn't need a stretcher like coach and even if you did you weren't there was a way to have the teens carry two people. Shauna had offered to help but you quickly asked Van and Taissa if they could instead. it was hard to get into a rhythm, only being able to use one leg was harder than you thought. not to mention there were times you had to put your leg down because you were growing tired which caused a jolt of pain to run though it.

finding the lake was a lot harder than Taissa originally expected and at some point everyone was beginning to give up but Van had been the first person to see it. you weren't leaning on her anymore, instead Taissa and Shauna were helping you. at first you protested but Shauna wouldn't take no for an answer. you watched as Van ran toward the lake, taking her clothes off in the process. Taissa and Shauna felt the need to run too but they didn't, they were patient as you took it one step at a time.

when you were finally closer to the lake Tai and Shauna helped you sit down near the water. you watched as everyone splashed around, wishing you could be just as happy as they were. you felt annoying and bitter but you couldn't help it. it was as if you were useless and it pissed you off, instead of helping you were holding them back. not to mention the situation you were in with Shauna. you watched as the brunette was in the splashing Van and some of the girls with a smile on her face.

she looked beautiful. no surprise there. she always looked beautiful. no matter what. even when she woke up in the morning with messy hair or after practice when she was all sweaty. you always thought she looked breathtaking. you wished you could unlove her, wished there was a way to erase all the memories you shared so you wouldn't feel the pain in your chest. every time you thought about how she was using you, the way she was fucking someone else when she promised she wasn't. you felt stupid for ever believing her.

the brunette met your eye with a gentle smile. you didn't return it. she looked around before getting out of the water and approached you. "do you want to get in?" she asked softly. you didn't look up at her. "it could help" she said referring to the cut. she was right, it could help clean it and prevent an infection but you couldn't look at her. every time you did it was as if there was a knife through your heart and you couldn't take it.

"i'm fine" you said curtly, your eyes still not meeting hers. if you would've looked you would've seen the hurt flash through her eyes and the way her eyes began to tear up. she wasn't used to this. she was used to the warm and soft version of you, the you that would kiss her softly and tell her she was beautiful. the you that would hug her and tickle her to get a laugh out of her when she was having a bad day, the you that always made sure she felt loved and seen. she had never felt more invisible than in that moment. not even when she felt like she was in Jackie's shadow. being ignored by you was the most painful thing she'd ever endured.

Shauna looked around to see if anyone had heard only to be met with Jackie's confused gaze. she swallowed thickly and walked back to the water in an effort to distract herself from the pain in her chest.

later that same day they found a cabin. it was a miracle, it had a lot of things they needed but most of all it was a place they could be safe in. you spent most of your time inside the cabin or on the porch. it had been a couple of days since the lake and things were getting a bit better. Nat and Travis had been the only two that knew how to use a gun so they were officially the ones to go hunting. they ended up finding a wolf pretty quickly which everyone was thankful for considering how hungry everyone was. they had run out of food a couple days ago.

you were inside the cabin whilst everyone else was eating outside. you were too tired to move and all you wanted was to eat and go to sleep. your concussion had healed along with the bruises on you stomach, it was still sore but you could sit up without screaming in pain. your leg was okay, it still wasn't completely healed but Ben had made you a single crutch after he made his own so you didn't have to rely on others to move around.

the door opened but you didn't care to see who it was, you already knew it was Shauna. she was still doing everything for you, making sure you were okay and simply not leaving your side unless she had to. it was annoying. you couldn't even think with her near you at all times. the brunette bent down to your level with a plate of food in her hand. she put it on the floor in front of you and sat down fully as she watched you grab the plate and begin to eat.

she couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't take you ignoring her and icing her out completely. you weren't like this, never had she seen you so angry and resentful and she didn't think what she had done was as bad to get this reaction out of you. so she did what she thought was best.

"im sorry," she said softly. you froze at her words, did she know that you knew? you didn't think there was a way unless she had also seen you that night but you didn't think so. she seemed far too distracted to notice anyone else near. "i should've told you that i couldn't make it that night" she continued. her words made you laugh. the brunette seemed surprised by your reaction and truthfully it made her feel embarrassed.

"you seriously think i'm mad that you ditched me that night?" you asked with a laugh. you were far too amused by this. Shaunas eyes shifted down to her lap. she didn't respond to you, not knowing what else to say.

your condescending tone stuck with her for the rest of the week. she didn't understand what else she could've done to make you so upset. what could she have done to make you so cold and dry? she didn't understand it. after that talk she tried her best to give you space. she still helped you and took care of you as much as you allowed but she wasn't glued to your side like usual. she couldn't take the look of annoyance you'd have every single time she was near.

the two of you were at the lake washing clothes. Jackie was supposed to be there with the both of you but like she had been doing a lot lately, she was late. she didn't like the fact that she had to do chores like the rest of you and she made all types of excuses so she didn't have to help out. at first it annoyed you, specifically because you were always assigned with Shauna and her and considering Jackie never came around, you were left alone with the brunette.

you were standing near the brunette as you washed the clothes, you were slightly bent because of your leg. it felt good to be in the water, it made you feel clean. out of the corner of your eye you could see the brunette doing the same thing you were. she was quiet. you'd noticed that she wasn't as clingy as she had been before after the conversation you had in the cabin. she seemed distant and every time you'd catch her looking at you she would look away blinking rapidly and you knew it was her trying to prevent her tears from falling.

you felt like you had been punishing her enough, you needed to tell her the truth. you didn't owe her it but you couldn't go another day without knowing why. why she didn't have enough with you, why she had to sleep with Jackie's boyfriend and best friend. why she had to be so fucking selfish.

the sound of you clearing your throat made Shauna glance at you. with a deep sigh you opened your mouth to speak, "i saw you" you said softly. Shauna froze, her brows furrowed as she tries to process what you just said. you saw her? what did that mean? you sensed her confusion and decided to elaborate. "with Jeff. the night night before we came" you said.

it felt as if she had punched in the gut. the air in her lungs had been knocked out of her and the color had been drained from her face. "i-.." she said but the words had died in her throat. what could she say? what could possibly be said to make things better?

you shook your head softly, "why?" you asked your voice breaking slightly and your bottom lip began to quiver. you hadn't cried since the night you found out and it felt as if all the emotions that had been bottomed up were going to spill out of you. Shaunas heart rate quickened at the sight of you crying, endless tears falling down your face.

the brunette took a step closer to you, "please," she whispered, "i'm sorry" what else could be said but i'm sorry? what else could be said but how fucking sorry she was for breaking your heart, for hurting you. even though neither of you had ever said it, you were in love. you both knew it. it might've been silent but you both knew so she knew how much you were probably hurting and it was because of her. because she fell into temptation stupidly.

a scoff left your lips at her words, "no" you shook your head. "i want an answer. i want to know why" you said your breathing was starting to grow labored and it truthfully felt as if the oxygen wasn't reaching your lungs.

Shauna bit her lip as she cried. "i don't know" she whispered truthfully. the most fucked up part was that she probably didn't know why, probably only did it because she was a teenage girl who made mistakes and wanted everything her best friend had.

"bullshit" you said shaking your head. "having Jeff wasn't enough? you had to have me too?" you said bitterly. Shauna shook her head quickly and took more steps toward you until she was close enough to reach out and touch you.

"please y/n. it's not like that" she said shaking her head rapidly.

"fuck that. it is like that. it's exactly like that. did you want to be her so bad that you had to have her boyfriend and best friend? are you that fucking selfish?" you said raising your voice. you didn't seem to care that Jackie could be near and could be hearing everything you were saying. it didn't matter. not then. not when all you could feel was a blinding rage and pain that was making it impossible for you to breathe. for you to live.

Shauna felt helpless. there was nothing she could do to make the pain go away, it didn't matter how desperately she wanted to.

"is that why you kissed me back?" you asked, "why you fucked me again and again? why you couldn't say no because you finally had everything she did?" Shauna shook her head at your words. she grabbed your hands and squeezed them tightly, desperate to convey how sorry she was. you wanted to pull away but you didn't because you couldn't help but think that it would probably be the last time you allow her to get this close.

"of course not. i wanted you. it had nothing do with her, not when it was with you. i just wanted to be with you" she said, tears still full on streaming down her face. "please believe me" she begged.

"no" you said shaking your head, "fuck you Shauna" you practically spat and finally snatched your hands away from her hold. "fuck you for making me feel like we had something when all you cared about was yourself"

"please" Shauna begged once more, her brown eyes making you want to forgive her, made you want to hug her and tell her all would be okay but it wouldn't. you couldn't lie to her or yourself. not like that. you were slipping away and she could feel it, she could feel you slipping from her fingertips and she couldn't take it. it led to her confessing the words she had been wanting to say months ago. "i love you" she whispered, her eyes searching yours.

everything stopped in that moment. your heart, your breathing, the world. it all stopped for that one second as those words left her lips. she loved you.

she loved you.

she loved you and yet she still broke your heart so how could that ever really be love? you knew love was painful but it shouldn't be this painful. it shouldn't hurt this much. being loved shouldn't hurt like this.

"i ended things with Jeff as soon as things started between us but that night.. i just - i dont know why came over me but it was a mistake and i regretted it as soon as it happened. just please," she begged once more. she wasn't sure what she was even begging for any more. maybe your forgiveness or maybe your love. either way it didn't make a difference.

she was pregnant. Shauna was pregnant with Jeff's baby. you had overheard her and Taissa talking one night, everyone else was asleep and truthfully you were only awake because you couldn't shake off the last conversation you had with the brunette. you hadn't spoken since that day.

hearing her say that she was pregnant seemed to change everything. she would be having a baby with her best friends boyfriend. you wondered if she would get with Jeff, wondered if Jackie would break up with him or if she loved him enough to stay. did you love her enough to forgive her? of course you did. it didn't matter how hurt you were, all you could think about since that day was how much you missed her and how much you believed everything she said.

what if this was your last chance to tell her you wanted to work things out? what if you ending things completely resulted in her getting with Jeff. you couldn't allow that. you wouldn't. you loved Shauna and you wouldn't give her up. not like this. maybe finding out she would be having a baby was your wake up call. you weren't sure. the only thing you were one hundred percent sure of was the fact that you would do anything to make her happy. you would be a part of the baby's life if it meant you could be a part of Shaunas.

leaves crunched under your footsteps. everything had healed now. you didn't have to use a crutch when you walked although you did still had a limp. you weren't sure how long it would last but you hoped it wouldn't be forever. you could see Shauna from where you were. she was sitting near the lake with her diary in her lap as she wrote. you'd always known that she wrote in her diary quite frequently, you found it cute when you first found out. you always wondered if she ever wrote about you.

the brunette was so focused on her book that she hadn't heard you approaching her. your pace was slow, the limp not exactly helping you. it wasn't until you were five steps away that she finally looked in your direction, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. she looked speechless and you couldn't blame her. you were sure she thought you wouldn't talk to her again.

you took your time sitting down but Shauna was quick to help out of reflex. she thought you would push her hand away or ignore her but to her surprise you took her hand and shot her a thankful smile. "thanks." you said once you were finally sitting down. Shauna nodded in acknowledgment.

there was a silence between you that made Shauna nervous. were you going to tell her that it was officially over? that you wanted nothing do with her? if so, she could only hope that you'd make it quick so she could mourn her broken heart alone.

you cleared your throat as you looked at the water in front of you. Shauna looked at you out of the corner of her eye but didn't face you. afraid of what was next. there was so many ways you could start the conversation. tell her that you simply knew or that you'd overheard her and Tai talking. maybe you could even ask if there was something she wanted to tel you but that was just mean. you wouldn't make her tell you.

so you did what you thought was best. "you're pregnant" you said still looking out in front of you. Shaunas head snapped in your direction as she heard those words. her eyes immediately began to water and her heart was pulsing in her chest. you figured it was time you finally turn to look at her and as you did your heart broke. she looked terrified and that was the last thing you wanted. "hey," you whispered and brought your thumb up to her cheek to wipe the tears away. "it's okay" you reassured her. "it's okay" you repeated in hopes that she would stop crying.

"im sorry" Shauna cried but you shook your head.

"don't be sorry" you whispered and pulled her into a tight hug. she threw her arms around you and hugged you tightly as she nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck. she missed you so much but she hadn't realized just how much until then. until she finally felt your arms around her for the first time in weeks. "i love you, Shauna" you confessed against the crown of her neck as you kissed it softly.

the brunette pulled away from you instantly, her doe eyes looking at you in disbelief. she thought she'd never hear those words from you. not after your fight. you smiled gently at her and reached for her hands. "i'll be there for you and the baby. if that's what you want. even if it's just as your friend" you said softly.

Shauna matched your smile, her hands cupping your face lovingly before she leaned in to kiss you. her lips were soft against yours. you missed this so fucking much. you never wanted to let go of her. not again.

once you pulled away she placed her forehead against yours. "i love you too"

#shauna shipman imagines #shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #jackie taylor #taissa turner #vanessa palmer

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pillow-princess-diaries · 7 months

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𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒 𝚡 𝙰𝙵𝙰𝙱!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary:- You and your detective girlfriend find out you have one more thing in common (dazai finds out her s/o is a monsterfucker,but it’s fine because she it too😌💅🏻)

Pairing:- Fem!Dazai x Afab!Reader

Type:- headcanons/scenario

Tw:- MDNI. use of dildos(monster-dicks),vibrators and cum eating???? Overstimulation??? Begging???

A/N:- had a thoughr at 2AM so naturally i hadd to jot it down ☺️ I hope y’all like it and stay safe everyone!

Okay so i had a silly thought ☺️

Imagine fem!dazai finding out her s/o is a monsterfucker~

Imagine the two of them on Dazais bed just rambling on to eachother and then reader just says “honestly sometimes id just love to be fucked dumb by a tentacle y’know?”

And dazai just nods like “yass girll me too~” but she has this sneaky look in her eye.

-“Zai?whats up??oh no…what did you just think of🤨”

-“Oh no just…hold on”

She goes over to her closet and picks up a box and brings it back to the bed and opens it.

And lo and behold its fuckin filled with an assortment of monster-dicks.

You then look up at dazai like 😳

And all she says is “ive got way better than a tentacle babe~ take your pick”

And when you can’t pick on,she just covers your eyes and makes you pick one to try.

Imagine the rest of the night she just uses them all on you so you can find your absolute favorite…

Well at least that’s the excuse she made to get you on board.

Imagine dazai just goin to townn on you with each and ever one in the box,trying some of her favorite ones twice(just to make sure you get a proper feel for it ofc! she definitely doesnt love seeing your face scrunch up and relax as each one enters your pretty little cunt,each one a different shape,size,length and girth.)

Imagine her going so deep,it rubs against your cervix…imagine cumming so many times that at this point neither of you have kept count accurately.

Imagine her stimulating your clit with a little bullet vibrator as she thrusts the foreign shapes into you revelling in the way you moan out her name and grip the sheets,your toes curling and your back arching.

Imagine her using a vibrating one and just keeping it inside you,buried to the hilt and making u beg to have it pulled out.

Imagine her running her finger along the edge of your cunt,gathering some of your slick and demanding that you clean the mess off her fingers in exchange for taking it out of you.

Imagine by the time your done you feel so sore and exhausted that you can barely even get up to go have a post-coital shower.

Imagine waking up the next day to see that each and every one of the little gadgets had been haphazardly thrown back into their box. Only your decided favorites lying nicely cleaned and dry on your night stand.

Imagine getting just a little sweet revenge on her and buying her one she doesnt have just to use it on her until she cant walk.

Honestly I doubt she’d mind~

I mean she gets to skip work the next day, AND she gets to be your little pillow princess~ It was a win win situation!

Tag list(open):- @diagonal-queen

#bungo stray dogs #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #dazai x afab reader #dazai x reader smut #dazai smut #fem!dazai #bsd x reader #bsd x reader smut #bsd dazai #bsd headcanons #bsd hcs #fem!dazai x afab!reader #🧀 tales #dazai x fem reader

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Everyone asking about the Royal Gay au meanwhile I'm just gremlining in the corner waiting for anything related to Re8:TRP bc I don wanna ask about it and potentially annoy you

Hmm, okay I've got a particular scenario in my mind:

Okay, imagine post re8, when Ethan forgot about saving reader, died, then came back to life with realisation that he forgot about you, so he "saves" you but you're too pissed at him (rightfully) and tell him that as soon you get out of the village, you're moving out because you can't be around him and Mia since Rose will always be a priority for them and you can't risk losing more of your sanity and self respect.

To which Ethan says "Oh... request denied😃" and then proceeds to kidnap you and take you home, where Mia has started to realise how important you are to the smooth functioning of this dysfunctional family and agrees with Ethan about keeping you locked up in your room.

They both think that you're just acting this way because you're "a little jealous" of the attention they've been giving to Rose. And you're being "totally unreasonable" because Rose is a baby, she needs them more than you do.

It never even occurs to them that you hate them because of all the abuse they've subjected you to all these years.

They don't understand why you're being so rebellious right now? Throwing away the food they cook for you, refusing to eat anything, screaming at them to let you go, trying to break the chains around your feet.

When will this "phase" of yours end?

Mia thinks it'd be rather better if they gave you silent treatment and ignored you and your basic human needs- yeah, that'll teach you to not bite the hand that feeds you.

Ethan on the other hand, doesn't agree with that (mostly because he's incapable of ignoring you now that he's become a yandere). He thinks you just need to remember all the good times. So he goes to the store to look through some very old boxes to find your old journals. He remembers seeing you writing in them as a kid, and if memory serves him right, you still used to write in them.

Pulling out the dusty old box with your name on it, he picked out a journal and began flipping through them.

Hours later, Mia entered the house, only to find Ethan in the store room, absolutely bawling his eyes out.

"Ethan? Hun? What's wrong? Is Rose okay?" Mia asked, immeadiately crouching down to hold him.

Ethan just hugged hia wife, crying into her shoulder. "S-she hates us, Mia."

"What?"

"She hates us! Y/n hates us!" Ethan cried out, pointing at all the journals. Picking one up, Mia began reading them.

I hate mom. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her-

The words continued for several pages, before moving onto Ethan.

Dad- I never thought I'd hate him, but I hate him even more than mom. How could he- how could he ignore my croes for help? Am I that unimportant to them? Or just unlovable?

I hate dad, I hate him so much.

I wish he was dead. Wish they were both dead.

Mia's mouth fell open, completely in disbelief that you would say something like that. And more than one time. In fact, several of your notebooks were just filled with words of hatred for your parents.

Ethan went out for a walk, telling Mia he just cant be around all of this right now, asking her to get rid of all the journals for him. Mia just nods, her mind somewhere else.

While Ethan is taking a walk in the park, wondering how to change your mind about him and Mia, his wife has decided to take a different strategy to make you regret those words.

Currently, your head is being held under water as Mia flushed the toilet bowl once again.

You gasped for her air as she yanked your head up again. "You un-fucking-grateful brat! How fucking dare you wish death upon your own parents?! I'm gonna make you wish you were dead-!" She screamed as she pushed your head back in the water.

"MIA!" Ethan yelled, pulling his wife off you, as you came up, coughing up the water that got in your lungs. "What the fuck?!"

You're wrapped up in a towel, sitting in your room, a chain still around your foot, as you hear Ethan and Mia arguing downstairs.

Arguing over their "parental strategies" for you.

Arguing over you.

You smiled a little. You never imagined they'd ever take the time to argue or even talk about you.

And all it took was your sanity.

I just know this how they be arguing:

Mia: What the hell, Ethan?! You said you wanted to try the "good cop. Bad cop."thing!

Ethan:

Mia:

Ethan:

Mia:

Ethan: YEAH! "GOOD COP- BAD COP" NOT "GOOD COP-HOMICIDAL COP" MIA!

Mia, voice breaking because no.1 manipulator: wow, I can't believe you're saying I'm the "bad cop". Is that what you think of me?

#yandere ethan winters #yandere mia winters #yandere re8 #re8 x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil 8 #yandere lady dimitrescu #yandere lady alcina

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Okay but pls feel free to ignore this I'm not creative but I love your writing

But I have an elderly sphynx (cat) and he's the love of my life, he gets cold so he wears jumpers and hats, and wants to be inside my clothes for warmth and is just an absolute baby, and sleep in my arms/in my hood honestly 24/7. He's like a small person he's so needy.

I can picture Joel getting home and pregnant reader has acquired one from someone, and the cat is her "practice" baby and she dresses him up and absolutely spoils him and carries him everywhere and Joel is just so baffled by what on earth is going on. BUT CANT QUESTION IT BECAUSE READER IS A MEANIE (as she should be) (mother knows best)

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Sphinx cats are so cute oh my gosh!!! She would love him so much, subconsciously because she'd think it's like a little Joel when he would shave and be like "smooth—hairless—baby man" (which is subsequently the last he shaved fully).

Also can't believe youre gonna give such cute imagery but not even show us with a pic ugh devastating but ALAS. Here's how it would go:

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When Joel comes home, he usually expects one of two things: you're sleeping on the couch with some mixed fruit jelly smeared all over your mouth and between your tits, or you're throwing a plastic cup (because he pre-baby-proofed the house to avoid having any dangerous objects in YOUR grasp) at his head for opening the door the "wrong way" (how does one open a single sided hinged door the wrong way? He's still trying to figure it out).

So when he walks in the front door and hears excited little peeps from you from the bedroom, he's a little weary.

It's not till he's tossing his keys on the counter and hearing you say "you're such a handsome man" that Joel's heart stops.

There's no way. You wouldn't. Not now, not so fucking pregnant with his baby—

Oh fuck. Was it his baby? Or was it this "handsome man" in HIS house with HIS wife, canoodling in HIS bed!??

And how long? How long has this affair been going on under his roof? The entire time you'd be angry at Joel during your pregnancy, maybe you meant it? Maybe you were done with him, seeking something new and exciting?

When Joel finally rounds the corner, just one step away from the doorway, listening to your giddy gasps and rustling clothes, he doesn't know if he can bring himself to find out. Can only imagine a million things he's going to see, all of which are too painful to conceptualize.

He hears your excited giggles, closes his eyes, braces his heart, and walking in.

It takes him a second to register what he's looking at: there's no other man in here, but rather something tucked up in one of his old high school hoodies that you're wearing, backwards, with the hood hanging against your chest.

Then there's something moving in it, and he's almost scared you may have already had the baby and are suffocating it in the hood, though your belly is still very much full, so what—?

"Joel!" You shout, looking petrified as if you're caught in a scheme.

Before Joel can even speak up to ask what's going on, you're pulling what is possibly (from Joel's perspective, mind you) the ugliest pink squirmy ballsack out of his hoodie, complete with a skiny pale rat tail, big marble eyes and pointed ears.

"Meet Ramses!"

He drops his backpack at the door and stares. "What. Is that."

"I literally JUST said his name is Ramses." you scold, kissing the—thing— on the wrinkly folds of its forehead.

It starts purring affectionately, and it clicks.

"That's a CAT?" Joel shouts.

You can feel the poor thing curls up against you with tension at his booming voice.

Joel, please, lower your voice—"

"Where's its fur? No wait, why is it here? How did you get a cat? Who's cat is it? WHY do you have it??"

"Well Deanna next door had a family emergency in Connecticut and they had to fly out this morning, so I agreed we'd watch Ramses until they got back."

"Why is it naked? What did you DO to it?" Fucking hell, Deanna and George are going to have a field day to find you'd shaved their pet literally within 24 hours—

"That's the way it is. Never seen a sphinx cat before?"

Hes not really listening at this point. Joels heart rate had finally caught up with him as he kind of breathes a sigh of relief.

A cat. He thought you were having an affair with a cat.

"Isn't he sooooo cute!!!" You squeal with little jumpy feet.

But it's not cute. Not with the way it's looking at Joel, with its slitted murderous eyes and pointed claws clinging to you while it hisses at him.

"Why is it in my hoodie?"

"He's cold, damnit Joel even YOU noticed he's naked. Poor handsome baby needs all kinds of love, and sweaters, and warmth and—"

The little sucker is just eating it up, as you babble on about getting it jumpers, and baby socks, and cutting all of Joels sweaters up so it can rest on top of your belly, and a spot for it in the bed—

"The BED? NO. No ballsacks in the bed."

"He's SO much cuter than your HAIRY ballsack, Joel, which as far as tonight, can agree to those terms and sleep on the couch." You scoff him and hold Ramses to your chest, scratching his ears and kissing him as you shove past your husband.

Joel doesn't know what to do. Its one thing to agree to feed a cat every so often for a friend while they're out. It's something else entirely to be doing... what you've been doing.

There's a new amazon box in every hour with custom knitted cat sweaters and hats and ear muffs that you've gone off the reservation with just "needing" to keep warm, now full blown getting an outfit for every occasion. He hears you talking to it like a person, using a baby voice to tell him how handsome he looks, "like a wittle baby pharoh". Joel is tripping over all the cans of luxirous cat food youve been "testing" to find his desired taste. The man can't even get cuddles with you anymore because you're so god damn obsessed with swaddling Ramses in your clothes and softest blankets.

And it KNOWS. The damn cat KNOWS you've completely ignored your ever doting and pampering husband for it—while it does NOTHING but absorb your affection. You've craddled it against your every exposed piece of skin from sleeping across your neck to letting it rest atop your bump. Each time Joel tried to hug you, there's a quick hiss at him and low and behold there's the sleeping Ramses all nestled in HIS GODDAMN HOODIES (granted, that he gave you BUT STILL) wedged between your tummy and tits like a sauna, all curled up as youre talking to it like its a—

Oh my god.

"Are you... practicing—for the baby??"

You stop mid bounce of the kitty in your lap, wearing a matching knitted sweater to yours. "What! No! Thats—" but your eyes faulter to the cat who's just been helplessly going along with your toying. "No! Ramses is just a sweet little kitty who has NEEDS. Poor baby boy is so cold, he needs warmth of a —"

"Mother?"

"MAYBE."

Joel goes to sit down but the cat is giving him a less than inviting glare, so he slinks back to the other end of the couch. "Honey. I think you're taking the cat-sitting too far."

"NO Im not!" You cry. You clutch the poor baby close to you defensively. Why are you crying? I mean, you KNOW why--you're worried Joel is going to take your baby away from you—

Ooooooooooooooooooh. Oh fuck.

You stare at the little lump of skin curled up in your lap, with his collar that says "mommy's goodest boy" and realize how much Joel is definitely right...

Not that you'd EVER tell him that.

"No. You're wrong. I'm just being a fantastic neighbor. And you're being a shitty husband and not supporting me."

"That's a little too far—"

"And—" you interject. "Even if it WAS my baby practice. Which it isn't. You aren't being a very supportive father here either."

He sighs in defeat.

Can't argue there.

so when Deanna and George call to let you know they're going to be another week up North, you let them know Ramses is in good hands.

All true. Now that Joel had gained Ramses trust and had maneuvered the little guy in the new baby sling that you two could not figure out for months, you felt pretty confident in Joel's papa skills blossoming.

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Joel dealing with Preggo Wife masterlist

#joel miller fan fiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #last of us fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel the last of us #joel tlou #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fic #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #joel miller fluff #joel dealing with preggo wife

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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feel free to imagine a sexy interpretation. Also, I'm going to add a loss of virginity here just for fun. In this scenario, Dream is finally willing to admit to himself that he loves the reader, but he's still not willing to confess (and he's also still a possessive/obsessive jerk), so instead he chases after the woman's dreams, especially until even your wet dreams. And 2 possible catalysts here, either Dream sees that the reader is dreaming about having sex with someone else and becomes insanely jealous or he sees someone flirting with the reader in the waking world and becomes insanely jealous XD. This is so Dream, like a king, he feels entitled to the reader and his time, and while he's trying to work up the courage to confess, he makes sure the reader can't hook up with anyone else.

Petty And Yours

Dream of the Endless x Demon Hunter!Reader

Summary: Somnium Regem, the Dream King, felt a certain kinship to the bondservants of his sister Domina, the Lady, or in the words of the king, older sister, Death. This was because of how closely the family of demon hunters has interacted with the Endless throughout generations. There was a particular member of this family he had a soft spot for, not that he'd ever admit it out loud, unless coaxed.

Word Count: 9k+💀 (why cant i ever just make them fuck and be done with it?)

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (virgin!reader, biting marking, fingering, oral [f receiving], hair pulling, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, praise kink), Set in the Roman middle ages, dream being stupid, reader being stupid, jealous/possessive!dream, reader, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: OMG YES. MINORS DNI (the smut is at the end) Let go nonnie we love petty, possessive and pathetic dream UGH <3 also I really enjoyed this universe I made with demon hunter!reader, and i usually don't make p2s for my work, but im giving her at least this because she deserves it and i love her. ok isnt actually a p2, its more of a prequel in fact, so you dont have to read the other demon hunter fic i made, but if you do youre gonna be like OMG SLAY that makes more sense now. also, smut after smut for this reader, get it bestie HAHHA HELP THIS REACHED 8k WTF And just in case its not clear, theyre speaking latin in this but like i only put a few latin passages cos i have no idea if its even right lol HAHAHH this gif of him T_T he's so emo sir calm yourself T_T Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @sloanexx @julesandro @farintonorth Previous demon hunter!reader fic: "Caged"

With my thick skirt and cloak gathered in my hands, I stop at the edge of the street, waiting for the donkey cart to pass me.

I release a huff, impatiently, though I end up finding myself smiling at the old man who greets me while he urges his ride to quicken its pace. Once he has passed, I finally move to cross.

I hiss when a bunch of children carelessly run past me. I eye them and call out, "vigilate quo itis!"

Watch where you're going!

"Children," I mutter in Latin under my breath, as I quickly make my down the townsquare.

I run up a flight of marble stairs and huff when I reach the temple at the top. I push one of the massive doors open, and the sound of it echoes in the grand room.

I close the door and call out, "mater?"

I wait. Nothing. I call out again.

When I finally hear my name, I turn and see it was my mother but my brother calling for me. Grin in excitement, not expecting his prescience. I run over to the man who was three years my senior, smiling from ear to ear, arms out stretched.

I jump into his arms. We seal each other in a tight embrace.

"Cassian," I chuckle airily, "it's been nearly two decades."

He hums, "yes, little sister. I've missed you dearly."

I pull away from him and cups his cheeks. I smile at the sight of his face, looking no older than the age of 25, like the rest of us siblings, though we were all on this earth for more that 50 years.

"Where is mother?" I ask.

Cassian grabs my hands, "Domina est ad loquentes."

She is talking with The Lady.

"The Lady is here?" I tilt my head and perk at the idea.

"Apud Somnium Regem."

"With the Dream King!?" I gasp, "oh come on brother, we must meet them at once!"

Cassian laughs as I tug at his arm in excitement.

He and I rush off to where Domina and Somnia were, recounting random stories that we could think of along the way. The moment I spot the two, conversing with my grey haired mother, I release my grip on Cassian and run towards them.

My mother catches me and chuckles, calling out my name in greeting as she opens her arms out to me from the windowsill she was sat upon.

Once upon her, I envelope her in my arms, kissing her cheeks repeatedly.

"Ah, my sweet girl," my mother coos in my mother tongue, "you act as though you did not see me a month ago."

I pull away from her, shaking my head, "I would react the same way even if I saw you yesterday, mater."

She smiles, placing a kiss on my forehead before I turn to the two Endless siblings.

"Domina," I smile, leaning in for an embrace, kissing both cheeks of the dark skinned woman. She chuckles and reciprocates.

"Somnia," I bow my head at the pale man. He smiles and mimics me, and he extends his palm out for me to take. When I do, he kisses the back of my hand.

I chew on the inside of my lower lip, holding back a smile as I pull my hand away.

"Praise to the Lady, Praise to the Dream Lord," Cassian calls when he finally reaches us. My brother takes his time showing his respects to the siblings, then after, kisses our mother's cheeks in regard.

"You finally thought to visit your mother, boy," she says, narrowing her eyes at her second child, "your older sister, Aurelia, might be travelling Constantinople but she oft sends me letters, as do your younger brothers, Amias and Lucius."

I nudge Cassian to further egg him on, and he quickly eyes me in response, though only addresses our mother, "pardon your son, mater. I am here this day, however, to bring you glad tidings."

I perk and raise my brows at his words, "did you capture the archdemon you were tracking?"

Cassian turns to me, brows tensing before relaxing, "no."

"Did you find the Shadow Master?" my mother asks.

"No, mater," he replies, shaking his head, "I..."

My eyes widen at Cassian's hesitation. He was not one to trail off with his worlds or fall flat with them.

"I have a bride," Cassian huffs, lowering his gaze before turning back to our mother with a soft smile.

My jaw drops, my blood stills.

Cassian straightens himself up, "she is Veronica. Her face is brighter than the morning light, and is as temperate and kind as the Lady," he turns to Death when he says this.

I shake my head in disbelief. I turn to my mother who does not look nearly as shocked as I do.

"She carries my child."

A shiver runs down my spine. I recoil at the sight of my brother.

I watch in horror as my mother stands and pouts at her second born, exclaiming, "lauda dominae! My son has come home to me with a family of his own."

I turn to The Lady, who my mother just exclaimed praise to. My face contorts at the happiness written on her face. It was the sight of her brother, Dream's, face that makes me realize this was all really happening. I then watch as my mother stands and walks towards Cassian, sealing him in a tight embrace.

I shake my head at the misplaced affection, "mater, how can this news please you? He is only halfway through a hundred!"

Mater turns to me, eyes taking in my worried and hurt expression.

Cassian sighs, reaching his hand out to me. I evade him, swatting his hand away, "proditor."

Traitor.

My mother calls out my name. I look at her expression and find tears lacing my eyes. She was looking like this at me?

"Sister, please, I-"

"We all promised each other we'd have our own families after a century!" I exclaim, walking away, "and you! You!" I point, "you've betrayed all of us!"

My name is called again, this time both by my older brother and my mother.

"Mater fuit per se propter hoc!" I whine, "and you dare tell her this in the name of glad tidings?"

I am glad I did not choke when I spoke, 'mother lived by herself because of this.' I normally could not bare to recall the stories my mother had after evoking the Right of the Lonely, the right in which the a person from our line would not die because it would kill off the last remaining demon hunters in existence. I could not even stomach the idea of living out a hundred years without companionship.

When Domina calls out to me, I freeze. I watch as she walks closer, reaching out to me to offer me comfort only she was every capable of. But then Cassian calls my name and I'm betrayed all over again.

And so I run. I run out of the temple and lose myself in the city.

If it was so easy for Cassian to betray the promise we swore as siblings not to partake in the world only until after completing our generational burden, then I would do it too!

After all, I laugh to myself as I weave through shady crowds of people in the market place, servicing the earth as a demon hunter for one century was easy, right?!

If the previous generations could do it, I could do it!

If Cassian, who used to be so slow at picking up demon trails, could be so sure he could have a child while continuing service, then by The Lady, I could do it too.

I gasp when I ram into a solid object. When I recoil after collision and do not fall back, I realize it was because my form was being hoisted up by a dark clothed being.

He speaks out my name and the sound finally pushes me into tears.

"Somnia," I whine, gripping his arms tightly.

My lips quiver in despair. I throw my arms over his shoulders, breaking into a sob.

The next thing I know, I am being pushed back and my calves hit something behind me.

I do not wonder what or do not wonder why I am all of a sudden out of the streets. I know it was the Dream Lord's power that brought us here, here in my bedroom. I sit on the end of my cott, beside the King of Dreams, clutching his hands tightly.

"Where were you to go?" he asks, retrieving his one hand from me to wipe off the tears on my cheeks.

I shake my head as I turn to my hands, my hands that were squeezing his large one as though my life depended on it, "nowhere... any where..." I sigh, "somewhere to spite my brother."

He does not retort.

I release him and sling myself back. I crash against my semi-soft cushion, "I curse his existence."

He speaks my name softly.

I close my eyes and feel tears roll down my temples.

Dream of the Endless does not speak to me, does not offer advice, does not analyse the situation for me, and for that, I am always grateful.

I sniffle, reaching out to him without looking, "lie with me?"

Silently, aside from the sound of him shuffling, he takes my hand and lies beside me. My bed is not that large, and so it was a bit cramp. I don't mind though, I know he doesn't either.

I roll on my side, stretching my arm under my head as I turn to him. I blink as he turns to me, body still rigid on his back.

"I do not want to forgive him."

Dream is silent.

I sigh, moving to press my body against his, check pressing onto his chest. The thump of his heart is slow and steady. His arm comes over my back. I feel another wave of tears threaten to crash down on me as I think, "does that make me a bad person?"

He rubs my shoulder, "no."

I sob into his top, trying to hold back my tears, "what does it make me then?"

"Human."

I take a moment to reply as I calm myself from crying. I turn my head to face him, blinking away salt water, "is it easy for an Endless to forgive?"

I see him close his eyes, "no."

"What does that make you?"

"Petty."

I snort at his words.

He opens his eyes and cranes his neck up. He brushes my hair back and hushes me, "I am here. You needn't ever fear living through the same loneliness your mother did."

I smile softly at his words, pushing myself off him so I could sit by his side. I look down on the man, the man who wasn't, but was sweeter and more thoughtful than any man I had ever met.

I trace the curve of his nose, "would you wait five decades for me?"

He takes my hand in his before I could fully pull away from his face. He proceeds to sit up and press my palm on his chest, "I would wait eons for you."

I chuckle under my breath, shaking my head as I did so, "I don't think I'll live that long."

He does not respond to this, and instead helps me slide to his lap when I shift in my place.

I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder, allowing myself to relax against him.

I brush my nose against his neck and close my eyes, lulling myself into comfort. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer.

Dream smells like a field of flowers, like a warm fire, like perhaps what the stars did.

I shift on him, slowly opening my eyes. I take his cheeks in my hands and lick my lips. I feel my heart thundering in my chest when I lean into him. And then-

I tilt my head up bringing my lips to his, but I don't.

I start when he pushes me away.

He looks at me, somehow bewildered by my actions.

I knit my brows, feeling a bit caught off guard and confused, "what's wrong?"

He speaks my name slowly, arms loosening around me, "I... will always be here for you... but not like this. I cannot give you my heart."

My face contorts at his words. I shake my head, "you cannot give your heart?" I repeat incredulously, "but, my king... you already have."

He pulls his arms away from me. He all, of a sudden, cannot meet my gaze.

I stiffen against him, clenching my jaw as I roughly push myself off him. My nostrils flare in anger and my eyes begin to water. I heave, "why are you here then?"

Somnia keeps his eyes down.

I cannot believe this, "do you not know why you constantly come to me, my lord?"

He, still says nothing.

"Why do you constantly comfort me then?!" I seethe, pointing an accusing finger at him, "why are you even here, if you-" I choke on my words, almost as though my own mouth was not willing to admit this, "-cannot give me your heart? If you think you have not given it to me at all?"

He stands from the bed.

I walk back in response.

"Dilectus-"

"Don't call me that," I quip waving him off, "don't call me your beloved! Not when you claim you don't love me."

He speaks my name.

"What? Have you been leading me on? Have you been passing your time with me because I have not yet aged?!"

"That is not-"

"THEN WHY!" I cry out as my cheeks grow cold and hot all over again because of my tears. I shake my head as I walk all the way back until I could reach my door, "why can't you admit that you love me when I so clearly bleed out my love for you?"

He freezes at my words.

Was he only now realizing this? After everything?

I open the door slowly from behind me.

Somnium Regem is unable to say a word.

I roughly wipe my face, "behold," I scoff, "now I see you are just like any other man."

I turn on my heels and rip the door open, thinking of a place far, far, away as I did. When I hear him call out to me, I slam the door on my way out.

I am gone. I have transported myself away.

I find myself in an army hotspot, where dozens upon dozens of eager, hotblooded men where thirsting at the very idea of companionship, no matter how shallow it posed.

I walked like a regular though it was my first time here. I brazenly sit myself in a table of eight soldiers, looking between them with a bored look, "salvete, milites," I grab the cup of the man beside me, downing the wine in one go. My throat burns at the sour taste and I grunt as I slam the wooden object on the table. I push the cup forward, looking at no one in particular, pulling my lips into a lopsided grin, "et quis ex vobis effundam mihi potum?"

Greetings, soldiers. Will any of you pour me a drink?

The next moment, each man on the table fights to get the ewer of wine.

The moment after that is spent debating my prospects with each Roman militant. One by one, I flirt with them, tease them with my touches and my giggles, taking each one to dance to the muses of a bard and his company.

In the end, the winner, if I could even call him that, was the eldest in the bunch, Fabius. He was still only 27 but the fact he went from Africa and back with the scars to prove it was enough reason for me to choose him.

The perfect criminal to commit a perfect crime with.

Fabius smile as he dances with me, expertly on beat with the lute and the drums.

I'll show them all. I'll show them how I could go against them and break my oaths to everyone, to my family, to the one my heart called for, to myself.

Fabius would do. I would take him and make him mine for the night, or how many nights it would take for my body to bare his seed of mine of vindication.

This soldier was not nice, he was not smart, in fact, he was only rugged. I could tell that all the kindness he extended to me now was only out of his desire to share my bed. It was good enough, considering it was all I wanted or expected from him. And yet he was redeemed by how strong, shrewd, and, most of all, easy on the eyes he was. If he could not give my child compassion and wit, he would at least give his strong nose, soft lips and a warriors stamina.

I pull him near me just when the song ends. He captures me against him and leans down. I whisper on his ear, "would you like to take me home, Fabius?"

Fabius pulls back in disbelief. It is fleeting. He growls and grabs me by the waist, "I'd like to keep you home for the rest of my life."

I feel blood rise up my face at his proposal. I chew on my lower lip and release it from my teeth when he leans in to kiss me.

He is eager and hungry against me. He kisses me with fervor because he wants too, because his body burns in desire for me. He tastes sour, yet again is redeemed by how good he was at kissing.

I could see it now, our disaster. For every wrong he'd do me, he'd have one good thing to show for. It would be an endless cycle of tribulation, and in this moment, the idea of it shined like the stars.

I release a whine when I feel his hands move down to my bottom. This was about as far as I had gone with everyone, and in the next few hours, that would all change.

But suddenly, my head is spinning, utterly confused as to why he pulled away so harshly from me right when I thought he'd whisper the words in my ear.

I only realize what had happened when I see a dark figure faced back away from, sputtering Latin tightly against Fabius.

"Somnia!" I hiss, grabbing his arm, "what do you think you're doing?!"

I tense when he turns to me. I see both the Roman shoulder, toppled on his arse, crawling back in fear, and the blazing eyes of the Dream Lord. His face was truly a fearsome sight to those caught his gaze.

He takes advantage of my stunned state and grabs my arms, pushing me back.

All at once, I find I am pressed against a something, something soft. Dream's ferocious face softens as I am trapped against him, or I then realized, I was trapped beneath him.

No longer did the sour smell of wine tingle my nostrils. In fact, it now smelt like a morning breeze, like a flowery meadow, it smelt like him.

I was now in the Dreaming.

"You are more foolishly impulsive than I could have ever thought," the Dream Lord growls.

I grit my teeth, screwing my eyes shut, not giving him the satisfaction of a response.

"You think you can ignore me?" he quips, "you are in my house, my domain, my Dreaming, pinned under the palms of my hands."

I mask the way my body begins to react to his words, how my throat tightens, how my breath grows taxed, how my belly swirls, and how my thighs press against each other.

"Face me, demon hunter."

"Let me go," I weakly demand.

"I will not set you free after seeing what you meant to do to yourself."

I begin to fume, "Let me go!"

I open my eyes and wrangle beneath him, kicking and pushing him. I then dictate a long spiel of Latin cusses. My whole body burns in fury.

I am powerless against him though. He does not strain where I struggle. He pushes his weight onto me, hands trapping my wrists by the sides of my head, legs clamping mine between his. My face was now also turned to the side as he leaned into me, his hot breath practically searing the skin on my cheek.

Somnia mumbles, "you would give yourself away to a mere mortal on the street? A man who ogles your form, who could not possibly understand the honor you would so willingly bequeath him. His thoughts run wild with ideas of desecrating your being in a vile form taking his claim on you."

"Oh, and suddenly you care?!" I snarl, knocking my head into his, making him pull back in contact, "what does it matter if I chose to be with him? Or even if I chose the devil? The master of demons?! You do not love me."

He calls my name.

"YOU SAID IT YOURSE-"

"I WAS WRONG!" he bursts. His outburst leaves him breathless and stiffens me into marble.

I choke on nothing and feel my eyes water at the sight of him. His hair is messy, eyes are desperate, lips are quivering. He breaks when my tears begin to fall. He pulls away from me, sitting himself at the edge of his bed in defeat, in retreat.

I breathe in heavily, trying to calm myself down, "it took seeing me with another man to own up to your feelings."

He does not respond.

"Do you think I find that flattering?" I voice, "do you?!"

Again nothing.

"I find it petulant and slow-witted." I release a breath, "I find it offensively aggravating."

I push myself up from where I laid. I turn to the window, lips parting at the beauty of the meadows I knew he called Fiddler's Green. Never had I witnessed his domain like this, never before this moment had I ever even been here with him, flesh and bone.

And yet I tell myself not to enjoy the moment so much. I suck in a breath and scratch my tears away, turning to Dream's wide and hunched over back.

"Bring be back, Somnia," I mutter.

He straightens upon hearing this, head barely turning as he speaks, "what?"

I scoff, in utter disbelief that he is in shock of my words, "I do not want to be around you." I move to the foot of the bed then stand, "take me back home."

Dream looks at me, eyes reddish and glimmering with tears. He opens his mouth and speaks something but I do not hear it.

I huff through my nose, "take me back now, Dream. Or- or I'll never speak to you again!"

I recoil when he crawls over to me on the bed. He sit as the edge, reaching out to me, grabbing on to clothes. He whispers my name as his face hardens in desperation, "I do not wish for you to leave while this is unresolved."

"So," I tighten my hands into balls, "if I leave you now, what does that make me?"

He looks up at me, jaw clenching then relaxing as he opens his mouth to speak, "cruel."

I scoff.

A tear rushes down his face.

"And if you keep me here?!" I coaxed.

He releases me, dropping his head as he leans onto his knees. He voices firmly, "an Endless."

My whole body tenses at his words, grows rigid in anger over his sentiment. I was seconds away from lunging at him, but suddenly, a flurry of sand began to twist around me and before I could think, I was back in my bedroom.

It became painfully clear to me that if either of us wanted to resolve our quarrel, we'd have to first resolve our pride.

It had been seven days since the fact, and neither did I call out to him, and neither did he make attempts to come to me.

That was that then. Good riddance. Good, hard, and cold riddance.

All that's left, of course, was the issue with my brother, and her... brimming with life bride.

The image I had of her was starkly contrast to what she actually was. I thought she would have been one or two months in her pregnancy. I really dropped dead when I spied my brother talking to a woman with such a large rounded belly that she looked like she was about to pop any moment now.

The audacity. The sheer and utter disrespect.

Today, I was going to finally face her because my two younger brothers, Amias and Lucius, were now here to do the same. Aurelia had arrived two days before, and as much as we both confided in each other our ill feeling towards the whole predicament, she was as tender as ever, and laced every complaint with an eagerness to make peace with the matter.

My older sister was wholly compassionate, as always, but my younger brothers were not, and I was excited to meet this Veronica, solely because of the knowledge I would finally not be the only one restless about the situation.

And yet, as excited I was to see Amias and Lucius, bickering at each other the moment they arrived, I was betrayed by how it seemed neither of them were fazed by the gravity of the predicament, in fact, they were-

"happy for you brother!" Amias laughs, "I'm so happy for you! Lauda dominae!" He slaps Cassian twice on the shoulder before sealing him into a tight hug, "I understand that your bride is carrying two babes."

I nearly choke on the bile in my throat upon hearing that. My jaw hangs low. That's why her belly was so big. I hiss under my breath, "two?"

Amias pulls away and raises his hands, "clearly it is a sign from Domina to have at least one of them named after," he slaps a hand on his chest, "Amias the Gallant."

Cassian makes a half amused face at second youngest.

The final born smacks Amias' face and takes his turn to embrace Cassian, "malediceres ipsum esse huius infantis."

Lucius pulls away from Cassian, who laughed at his words, to repeat them with pinched fingers, eyeing Amias as he did so, "you would be cursing the very existence of this child."

"Your face is a curse to the world," Amias rebuts in our mother tongue.

When the boys begin to bicker all over again, I finally snap, "so am I truly the only one that cannot stomach this?"

The three turn to me. I am the odd one out.

I hear someone call my name from behind. It's Aurelia with that woman, that Veronica that she was now treating more of a sister than I. Aurelia pulls away from her to walk over to me, "let us speak about this out-"

"No!" I dodge her advances. My senses begin to flare at the feel of my siblings staring at me. I heave heavily as I back away from them, "you've all confided in each other about this, haven't you? You and Cassian," I hiss at Aurelia, "and Amias and Lucius."

Cassian calls my name.

"NO!" I shriek, "it's always been like this. It's always you," I suck in a deep breath, "and then there's me. The spare."

"Sister, that is not true." Lucius calls.

I shake my head, chuckling bitterly, "you're right. It's only ever always in my head, is it not?"

Without another word, I storm out of the room, hating myself for the way I was breaking.

I hide myself in the garden, in a secret corner where I basked in my loneliness, except this time, I would truly be lonely all by myself.

Tinges of betrayal flare up in me when Veronica appears out of nowhere.

She starts at the sight of me. I scoff at her pretending to be shocked by my presence. She speaks, "sister, I-"

"I am not your sister," I quip, "did your beloved tell you to look for me here?! To make peace with me?!"

She tenses at the severity of my tone, hand instinctively going on her belly, "I swear it on my mother, I did not know this was your place. I happened to wander here while I was clearing my own mind and found great solitude in the flowers," she says, turning to the said blossoms coloring the otherwise colorless place.

"They remind me of home," she says, "we had plenty of gladioli in our neighborhood."

Veronica turns to me offering as soft smile that makes me want to scream, "I understand they were a gift form your pat-"

"If you want to see these flowers so badly, why not go back home where there are plenty?" I snip, "and take your traitor with you, why won't you?!"

She presses her lips together. Her lightly tanned skin turns a shade scarlet after my cry. She covers her face and nods, "apologies sis-" she cuts herself off, smacking her lips in the process, "I- I'll leave you to your own devices."

My eyes watch her walk off. And very suddenly, as if I am possessed, my voice calls out to her.

Veronica freezes, turning back to me.

What have I done? Why did I do that. I do not want to speak with her.

I turn away, unable to face her, unable to face myself, unable to admit I called her name because I was not enjoying the harshness I was emitting, the harshness I was sputtering to this poor woman who was not even to blame for my emotions.

I'm spiraling, clearly.

I lick my lips, feeling my chest tighten. I huff and shake my head, "I'm not angry at you."

I make the mistake of turning to her. She's just as distraught as I am. I see myself in her in this moment. I sigh helplessly, "I'm not angry-" I curse then sniffle, wiping my philtrum, "I'm not angry at your children."

I wipe my hand on my face, "I'm not even sure if I'm angry at Cassian. I-" I shake my head rapidly, "I'm frustrated that this marks the start of his final years with us. That's he's going to have to... pay... for not completing his hundred years of service."

Veronica visibly reacts to my words. She sighs deeply, rubbing her swollen belly, "I think of that as well. There has not been a day that I have not thought of that."

I deflate. Here and now, it was clear she understood, even if just a fraction, the severity this choice my brother made. If he does not complete a century of demon hunting, then his captives would drag him by his heels into the pits and battle them for a hundred years there.

I look at her as we both begin to cry. I pat the surface I was sat upon, "do you want to sit down?"

She is taken aback by my words. She nods slowly and walks over to sit down next to me.

For a moment, we sit in silence.

"When he told me he would risk his life for me, I did not realize he meant it," Veronica mutters, "not like this."

I am further dejected. I turn to her, feeling my insides get chewed up by the sight of her wailing.

"I at least find comfort in knowing that the love," she places he hands on her belly, "this love we share, here and now is the purest and realest thing I have every felt."

"But how do you know?" I quip on the defensive, "how could you say that so surely?"

It wasn't because I didn't believe her, it was more of the fact I was projecting my own disbelief of love onto her.

I feel a sliver of guilt bite at me for the way in which I spoke, but Veronica was wholly unfazed. In fact, she chuckles under her breath, "because I know him," she smiles, turning to her belly, "and he knows me." She smiles, "it makes no sense, and it's hard to understand, but-" she turns to my side, lips curved in a smile, "I suppose that is what love is like between a mortal and a demon hunter."

I give her a look. She's insane.

Veronica laughs, clutching her stomach, "perhaps I am."

My eyes widen. I said that out loud? "Veronica, I-"

"But is that not how you and your lover feel?"

"What?"

"Somnium Regem," she mutters, "he sits outside your bedroom every night." She places a hand on her chest, "when I managed to overcome my fear, I asked him what he was doing."

I straighten at her words.

"He told me he was waiting for you to notice him."

I scoff.

"That his pride could not allow him to open your door."

I roll my eyes and shake my head at the thought.

"Yet the same pride could not bear the idea of ever letting you go."

I clench my jaw. Damn him.

"Perhaps that is was the love between a demon hunter and a god is like," Veronica speaks, taking my hand in hers.

"He's not a god," I tell her through an airy whisper, "he is a fool."

And so later that night, when darkness cloaked the sky, I brushed my sleepiness away and rose from my bed.

I tiptoed to my door and slowly creaked it open, soundless. Behold.

I sigh at the sight of the dark figure sitting alone in the lightless hall.

"Do you plan to sit there for half a century?" I speak, actually making him jolt from his place.

Somnia turns to me, eyes wide, lips parted. He takes a moment before responding, drawing out a deep breath, "if that is how long it takes."

I roll my eyes at him, walking out of my bedroom all together.

Dream watches me near him. When I reach out my hand to him, he immediately takes it and stands.

"Is your pride so mighty that you would never risk calling to me?"

He sighs, "I punish myself with my pride. If you could not bare turn to me again, then I did not deserve you."

"Oh, you half-wit. What if," I take his both his palms in my, "I actually make you wait that long for me to forgive you."

He presses near me, releasing a breath, "then I would say it is deserved."

I snort, rolling my eyes for the second time, "alright then," I move away from him, "better start counting-"

"No, wait," he tightens his hold on me, "please don't."

I purse my lips, nodding my head, "hmm. That's what I thought."

The being releases a sigh and hangs his head low, "I apologize for how I acted. It is a struggle for me to accept such emotions, considering how they have served me in the end."

I release his hands to take his cheeks into my palms. I bring my face near, lips ghosting over his, "then how do you plan to make it up to me?"

He brushes his nose against mine, hands coming to my sides, "how would you like for me to make it up to you?"

"A kiss," I whisper, lips curving into a mischievous smile, "on your knees."

I don't have the opportunity to laugh at my childish remark, for his lips finally catch mine, stealing my giggles, my breath, and my remaining thoughts away. I ignite against him. A haze forms in my mind. My body pushes against him, wanting to be closer than I am now.

He is nothing but soft and sweet against me. His mouth is a tender oasis that makes my heart pound and my mind melt. He pushes me back against the walls and my body pulls him into me along the way.

I gasp when he breaks away. I watch as he drops down. I knit my brows at him when his hands grab my hips. I call out his name with caution. He smiles up at me as his one hand scratches its way up from my ankles to my thighs.

I jolt, attempting to pull away, finding I am trapped with the wall behind me.

Somnia coos my name out, "hush. I am only making it up to my beloved."

"What are-" I whine when he lifts my skirt up and throws it over him. I catch his head when he kisses my thigh, "Dream, please, I was mocking you. I-" I let out an unholy sound when he pushes me back and makes an attempt to bite the inside of my leg.

"I assure you," he hotly breathes against my skin, making my entire body tingle with goosebumps, "I will not stand for the mockery of a demon hunter."

I rip at his hair from underneath my skirts. I tense against him when he shifts me onto one leg. The other, where his lips were busy nipping at my skin, its hooks over his shoulder.

"Somnia," I lean into him, gasping for air. My stomach rolls at this obscene image of him beneath me, "someone could see."

The King of Nightmares scoffs. "They would sooner be haunted with nightmares for fifty years before they could even think of beholding your form like this," he hisses against my skin as his one hand squeezes my thigh.

I slap a hand onto my mouth when I feel his nose rub against my sensitive bud. I dig into his hair and garble up the sounds from my throat as his lips connect with my core. My toes curl and my body leans into him involuntarily.

"Dream," I breathlessly speak, moving my palm slightly off my mouth, "please, I-" the harsh sound that leaves me when he nibbles then blows against my heat would have been enough to make anyone who hears it look for the sound in concern.

"I will please you, my dear," he speaks, suddenly pulling away. When his face is revealed to me after my skirt finally drops down, I choke on my breath as the sight of his glistening face.

His tongue swirls around his lips while he stands.

I helplessly watch him as he takes my cheeks and raises a brow at me, "unless you would like for me to stop."

The very thought of asking him to do anything is mortifying to me, yet I managed to shake my head in response.

And normally, I would have been offended by how he chuckles at me like that, but when he drops down again, or rather, I find, crawls down, I only look at him in anticipation. I push myself up elbows and realize I was now lying on a bed, facing a window, beholding the view Fiddler's Green. I was also naked, exposed to him, looking down at an equally disrobed Dream.

My whole body burns.

I do nothing but watch as he takes both my legs and props them on his shoulders before sinking down the middle.

I grunt and tense in my place, averting my gaze when he kisses my center. One of my hands reach out to Dream's dark hair. I whine before ripping at my lower lip. I look down on him as he looks up at me.

"All is well," he affirms, lifting his head up slightly, making me pull my hand away from his hair. He kisses my hand on its way then smiles, "let me make it up to you, beloved." He rubs his cheeks against my inner thighs, placing a kiss there, "calm yourself," he mutters, "I assure you, I will make you very much enjoy this."

"My king," I breathlessly call.

He hums, lips curving upward, pleased by the sound, "let your king do his work."

I bite my lips and close my eyes as I nod. I allow myself to relax against the cushions, though my hands were gripping onto the sheets.

"Valde bona," very good, he says.

My fists tighten and my toes curl all over again when his lips kiss into my heat. This time around, I am painfully aware of the wetness that is pooling and beginning to drip down my flesh. The feeling conflicts me.

Almost as if he was aware of my realization, he laps at me and moans, "so honeyed and sweet. So eager and ready for me."

I huff at the feel of him.

"Do not needlessly worry yourself, your body is exactly how I want it."

With this, I find myself fulling relaxing. I arch my back, as his mouth presses more eagerly into me. I attempt to suppress my squeals when his tongue pushes into me. My hands immediately reach to him and my fingers curl into his hair.

He moans then chuckles. He makes it a point to do this against me as he parts my legs further when I begin to press them close. He calls out my name, making me turn to him slowly. Half of me regrets it, half of me goes wild at the sight of him.

The Dream Lord states, "I find offence in your attempts to suppress your noises. Do not conceal them."

I choke out a whine then his thumb rubs against my nub. I screw my eyes shut again as he continues, "perhaps you need more encouragement."

When he dips a finger into me, a guttural sound rips past my lips. I pull one hand away from him to clamp it on my mouth, but the growl I get in reaction makes me drop my it and turn back to Dream.

"You mock me further by disobeying me?" he huffs squeezing the flesh of by my buttocks tightly, "I should make sure the entire Dreaming hears you scream for its King."

He sinks into me again, only this time, there is a grit from his teeth. I rip at both his roots and mine when he does so, unable to conceal the noises that leave my mouth.

He slowly pumps in and out of me, "louder."

I whine and catch my breath, calling out his name in some sort of plea.

"Louder, I said," he commands as he sinks another digit into me and hastens his pace.

There was no way I could keep silent even if I wanted to at this point.

With his fingers, poking and curling, and his mouth, licking and sucking, it doesn't take long for a strong tension to coil up in my belly. My lips could barely make sense of the words it wanted to say. I fundamentally begin to sputter out nonsense.

"A little bit more," he moans, "give me a little bit- there."

I come undone on him with a cry. My legs force themselves against him as my body spasms. He does not make an effort to push me open, and in fact, he brings his hands on my hips, kneading at them, as if encouraging my actions.

In those tender, body curling moments, I feel warmth and pleasure spread around me. My breath escapes me as I eventually turn into putty.

When he finally pulls away, I turn down to him as he slowly trails wet and hot kisses from my core all the way up my jaw. I take his cheeks in my hands when he kisses my lips. My own cheeks tingle when I see the sheen of my pleasures on his nose and chin. I bashfully swipe at it with my thumb, eager to retreat. And yet, he catches my hand, taking my thumb into his mouth, licking at my finger then pulling it away with a soft pop.

"Well done, my love," he says, smiling at me as he rolls on his side.

I knit my brows as he lies beside me, pulling me near him as he does so that we could face each other.

Dream notices my demeanor. He pushes my hair back, raising a brow, "did I not make you enjoy it?"

My lips part. My face begins to burn at the thought, "no. No I mean yes- I mean- I- I enjoyed it."

He nods, "I know."

I snort at his words, brows slightly tensing, lips pursing.

He smiles, shifting in his place so that he could lie on his chest. When he does so, he pushes me on my back and brings his mouth near one of my breasts. I gasp when he laps at it like a snack, while he massages the other with his hand. My hands dig into his hair, messing it up more than ever.

"Dream," I call.

He does not respond like I want him to and only closes his eyes.

I let out a soft grunt when he sucks at my flesh. I sigh, "Dream, wait."

He immediately halts, lifting his head up, releasing my breast from his mouth.

I lick my lips as I look down at him.

"What is it? Do you not like this?"

"No... I... what about you?"

He takes a moment to respond. He chuckles, pulling me closer to him, "sweet dear," he kisses my rib, "you need not worry about me."

"No, but-"

"I will claim your maidenhood in a moment."

... w... w- he said what?

He raises his brows along with the corners of his lips. A velvety chuckle escapes him, "is that not what you want?"

"..."

"Is it not I that you wish to lay claim to this tenderness within you, this tenderness that your humanity puts so much emphasis on?"

I suck in a deep breath and bite my lip tightly.

"Do you want me to have you now?"

"... yes."

He grins, tongue darting across his lips, "then I say, do not worry about me," he kisses my skin, "I know well enough what I want to do with you."

So for a few minutes, the Dream King keeps his attentions on my breasts. He pulls me closer to reciprocate the same treatment to the other after a while.

At one point, he brings his hands to my core again, making my body quiver against him.

When I begin to call out his name in the same dazed manner from a while ago, he lifts his head from by chest and kisses my lips, pulling away again to smile down at me, "you feel ready for me now, beloved."

I bite my lips in anticipation.

"Are you ready?" he asks with genuinity.

I nod, "yes."

He pushes himself up and begins to crawl on top of me. His hands parts my legs to make room for himself and I graciously open myself up for him.

I sigh when he presses against me, hands rearing me by my waist. Dream kisses my check, "yes. You're more than ready, aren't you?"

Our eyes lock. He looks at me in expectation. I nod my head again.

He wraps my legs around him as he slowly rocks into me, making me breathlessly moan beneath him.

He sighs, kissing my jaw, all the way down to my neck, sucking on my skin before iterating, "my soft lover, so ready for me."

"Somnia," I whisper, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hisses when I meet the rolling of his hips with my own. He nips at my neck, "alright, my love. I would not dare deprive you any longer."

A chill runs down my spine when he lifts up and sinks down into me. The action draws out a prolonged cry from my lips. In response, he peppers my neck with kisses while adjusting atop my body.

"So good," I mumble, "so good inside me."

He groans at my words, hands gripping my hips as he slowly begins to push and pull himself into me, "yes, my precious. I'll make you feel good, even more than a while ago, even more than now."

I sigh as Dream kisses my neck, and gently grinds into me.

After a few moments, I tighten my legs around him and whine, "more please. I want to feel you more."

He moans, immediately heeding my cries, hips bucking into me with more fervor, "in imperio tuo."

On your command.

He kisses my lips, repeating, "on your command, beloved, a slave to your command."

My voice hikes up and loudens when his pace grows quicker. I heave in an attempt to even my breathing. My fingers tangling back into his hair for the nth time.

"My sweetness," he says in between thrusts, "such sweet sounds," he moans, "and all for me."

I moan, calling out his name on instinct.

He hums, kissing my cheek, "better now? Isn't it better?"

"Yes, yes, oh, my lord, yes," I whine, "so much better."

He goes wild with the praise. He drinks it up like cool water on a scorching day. He growls as he finds a delicious tempo, quick and full, snapping in and out of me like it was his purpose.

I begin to recite all the Latin praises I could think of.

When I slowly spiral in my pleasure, I call out his name, and when I hardly find it in myself to speak, I bite into him, gnawing at his flesh like it was my deliverance, not thinking about its consequences, not thinking about how it would feel for anyone but me.

He hisses, pushing deeper into me, poking a nerve in my being that breaks my mind, that renders me boneless beneath him.

All at once, my sweet words are morphed into obscenities. All of the praises in my body are burned into oohs and aahs and throaty cries that I never thought myself of producing.

Dream eats it up like candy, taking in my lips with his, making our pants mix into further lascivious noises.

At one point, I am numb to everything but him. At one point, I was at the fullness of his mercy. He could crush me and spit on my bones and I'd thank him. But he does not do this, he does not desecrate my form, he does not disregard my being. Instead he dives into me with adoration, he treats me with divine regard, he stretches me out with care.

I make no other sound than ones of pure enjoyment as the king begins to shift my legs.

I submit to him, to whatever he wants to do with me, and soon, he pushes my knees to my chest and brings my legs to his shoulders.

Now, I was lost to everything save the tension in my core. After adjusting himself against me, breaking into my being as if intent on binding our forms together, I scream out and thrash my hands helplessly at anything, everything I could get my hands on.

When he calls out my name and praises my body, I'm a goner. The Lady be damned. In this moment there was only one, there was only him, the Dream King. Just him, him, him.

And so I scream it out, I scream out his name as my body crumbles against him. I flutter and crash. I tense and release. I was delivered.

He calls out my name in response. He calls out my name and does not dare relent his motions. Next thing I know, I'm shaking all over again with a vengeance as he spills into me, hot, sharp, and blinding.

Somnia pushes my legs apart, though his movements do not at all slow. He digs into me with his heels and pushes his chest flush into mine, cradling me against him, as if he was scared I'd disappear.

Then slowly, slowly, slowly, he allows his pace to relent. Gently, gently, gently, he kisses me and finally gives me a chance to catch my breath, to feel myself on him, to savor this utter bliss between us.

I mumble nothings as I trap him with my limbs. I pull him into me tightly, not wanting him to leave, only wishing that he'd keep me here like this forever.

And then the wildness fades.

In the aftermath of it all, the sounds of strangled breathing persists. Grunts and mewls catch up with us as well, as we both eventually soften against each other's beings.

I let out taut panting sounds against his ear before I nip at his lobe.

I squeal when he laughs, my body was oversensitive to the vibrating of his chuckle.

He stops himself and offers a kiss on my cheek, "my sweet darling."

I close my eyes, allowing myself to savor his scent, his feel, his taste.

Dream continues my neck again, lathering me with more affection, "have I made it up to you yet?"

I nibble at my lip as I nod. He smiles in return.

"I think... you may have ruined every other man for me."

He tenses. I feel him tense above me real time. He pulls his head back, looking down at me so suddenly with a fury, "you dare mean to say you expected to have another besides me after all of this?"

"Well, I-" I wail, body jolting sharply when he ruts into me in offence over my words.

"This," he hisses, "this is more than mockery. This is treachery, this is treason!"

I let out shaky sounds and piercing shrieks when he does not relent.

He only halts when tears begin to lace the corners of my eyes, after I practically call out his name in a plea for my life.

He ends his retaliations with a huff, nostrils flaring, hand grabbing my jaw, "look at me, little one."

I screw my eyes shut. There is a dread that builds in my belly.

"Must I repeat my punishment to have you look?"

I blink back the tears from my eyes as I turn to him. I let out a weak sigh at the sight of him.

"You shall have to make it up to me for that."

I pant at the rigidness of his expression.

"Do you understand me?"

I huff, nodding my head.

"I asked-"

I squeak again when he thrusts.

"-if I am understood."

"Yes, my king."

He hums, or rather, he bellows, "very good then."

#the sandman smut #the sandman fanfic #dream of the endless fanfic #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless smut #the sandman fluff #sandman x reader #dream smut #dream x reader #dream fanfic #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless fluff #the sandman x reader #morpheus fluff #the sandman x you #dream x you #dream of the endless x you #morpheus x you #morpheus smut

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maneaterss · 1 year

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-not so alone

you're the one, you're all i've ever wanted i think i'll regret this.

pairing: richarlison x insert

summary: richarlison and model reader after many years- have broken up up and during an event- richarlison is quick to support the reader.

cw: SO. MUCH. ANGST. fluff at the end for like two paragraphs.

a/n: this is the first idea that i've come up with since i started this account cause i've only done reqs oml. anyways sorry for going M.I.A and only writing angst... it be like that sometimes. this is kinda ass so sorry lolz. I CANT VIEW MY DMS OR READ OR RESPOND TO COMMENTS YALL IDK WHAT I DID.

also tysm for five hundred yall r cute asf w ur reqs mwah.

you felt confident- for the first time in months. your hair was blown out and fell long against your front, your dress embedded with rhinestones accentuated your favorite curves in your body, and your makeup only added to the newfound poise.

for the first time since the breakup you'd been able to feel some self worth. your friends and family had an idea of how hard the breakup- some of richarlisons family also reaching out to you. how else was a separation adorned with tears, screaming, and sobs supposed to go?

you stepped out of the car that led you to the event, you didn't anticipate this many paparazzi, or people. you didn't know what encouraged you to go to this event, in all honesty you accepted the offer because you'd been nominated to win. it was an award show for. a plethora of specialities, model of the year would be presented, actors, fashion, many things- but none of those categories could possibly have anything to connect to the one person you were avoiding, right?

questions were thrown at you, some about awards, some about if you thought you'd win, and few about a new boyfriend. the rest was tame until you'd gotten inside of the venue. instant camera flashes, another rough downpour of specific and critical questions- you'd taken such a long break from this and now making a big jump in was what you would observe as a horrible idea.

"y/n what kind of wins are you expecting this evening?"

"miss l/n who are you wearing?"

"what does your love life look like right now?'"

"what were the factors of you and richarlisons breakup?"

you body tensed at his name, you did your best to not give a reaction, to not feed into the weird obsession people had over your past relationship. "of course i'm expecting myself to take prize tonight, just like every other nominee who's equally deserving." you smiled and quickly moved on- you honestly prayed that was the end of his name tonight.

that was until an old colleague engulfed you before you could enter the seating area,

"god- im so sorry about richarlison y/n. it must've been horrible!" she squealed, arms impossibly tight around you.

you're face was straight until you pulled back, "it’s all okay f/n, thank you though."

lies. your eyebags covered with concealer would say otherwise, your empty nights and lonely days, the was you still had his tshirts in your closet, and the fact that his toothbrush was still in your apartment differed that fact completely. but the way of life didn't care for how much you'd loved each other or how much passion and time you shared because eventually his toothbrush would end up in the garbage on cleaning day, and his shirts would lose his signature smell, and you'd still wake up on your side of the bed alone.

your friend hugged you once more before escaping to find her designated spot and you lingered a moment more trying to find a familiar face to walk inside with until you heard that same hollow yet bouncy voice with an unfamiliar english accent.

your legs instinctively led you in the opposite direction of the voice, finding where your designated spot was. for half an hour you had insignificant conversations with the people sat around you- some you’ve spoken to before and others you never met but recognized from social media and whatnot.

at last the awards had begun, you sat idle- observing with the occasional clap or cheer when a name was announced. you’d completely zoned out about halfway through. completely having forgot you’d even been nominated- only thinking about the small laugh and greeting you’d heard from a sickening yet beautiful voice earlier and who it could’ve come from.

whilst you worried yourself over small happenings, whilst your fingernails dug into your palms with enough vigor to draw blood-

“y/n l/n” cheers erupted.

for a second your mine was ripped away from the painful mishaps of your devotion and instead your brain fixed on the fact that you had just won the award you’d lost sleep thinking about and praying to win for years on end, you thought about your family watching from home, your friends jumping up from their seats, and you’d gotten up from your own to walk onto the stage, portraits of you flashing on the screen behind you as you accepted the award.

you spoke of your thanks, of how greatful you’d been to accept this award and earn it, your heart soaring from the feeling of such an amazing win and lal you’d given up to be here, you’d felt on top of the world until your eyes made contact with those big brown ones in the back of the crowd, clapping as he stood. his frame was still tall- if not taller, slightly more muscular since the last time you’d seen him, his eyes were still deep like you remembered, his hair lighter, skin bronzer.

it felt you’d stared for an eternity until you walked off- only it was merely a few seconds. you’d forgotten your surroundings once more as you left the stage and sat down in your seat- everyone congratulating you on your way back as you smiled back- doing your best to push his image to the back of your head.

why did this affect you so much? he was completely out of your life, you were just getting over him. you wondered why he was here? for fucks sake he plays football- none of this should be relevant to him unless he was here for someone else- a girl? you knew he had many romantic ordeals since you two had ended and that fact alone slightly embarrassed you because you didnt give men the time of day anymore- you didn’t respond to them, talk to them, accept their date offers, you isolated yourself in your attempt to heal.

you sat in your seat, leg bouncing, anxiety at its peak- all of your nerves were tense as you took shallow breaths before excusing yourself to the bathroom- holding your composure until you found an empty hallway- you’d love to be in a more private place but bathrooms were always crowded at events like this.

you paced back and forth, your fingers busied themselves. you should be elated that you’d won- not acting like a child because you saw your ex.

god grow the fuck up you’re going to see him from time to time.

you said anything and everything to make the situation smaller but with the heightened emotions you were at the verge of a panic attack. you sat against the wall with your phone next to you- doing your best to stay off of it because god knows whatever people were saying would be your last straw.

you tucked your hair behind your ear as the first tear fell down your cheek, it wasn’t until then that you’d realized you never gave yourself a minute to mourn the loss of him- he who was entirely alive and healthy, to mourn the loss of his bear hugs, his corny kiss attacks to wake you up, his fingers that danced across your skin- sending chills up your spine, him wrapping a towel around your warm body after a shower.

tears fell and fell and fell, they fell until you covered your face with your hands, until your ears rang, and until you could smell that familiar scent. a body sat next to yours- running a hand down your back and the other fiddling with the ends of your hair. “breath, minha amada.’

you didn’t look up- nor did you removed your hands from your face until he pulled them away, forcing your red and teary eyes to meet his glossed over ones, “o que te deixa pra baixo?” he spoke as he kept eye contact. (what’s got you down?)

the way he spoke and the ghost of his fingers as he adjusted positions made you realize you weren’t alone in your mourning

#richarlison #richarlison de andrade #richarlison icons #richarlison imagines #richarlison imagine #richarlison angst #richarlison smut #richarlison fluff #richarlison x reader #richarlison x you

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yesterdaysnewts · 5 months

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so i just finished the first season of house md and let me say

your attachment to wilson is understandable, that man has the biggest brownest eyes ive ever seen

house on the other hand has the scariest blue eyes known to man pls buy her brown contact lenses

i actually like cameron x house i would potentially like to see more of that she is a very nice contrast to house and i rlly want to see that dynamic explored even though the season 1 finale did make it pretty clear that hes still in love with stacey

speaking of which im looking forward to seeing how her presence in the hospital shakes things up

im very glad they got rid of vogler or whatever his name was i had vivid hallucinations of punching him in the face repeatedly everytime he was on screen

i want to find out what the deal with foreman is. he has matching shows with house. he hates homeless people. he committed a crime at 16. he broke into a patients house to figure out how to comfort her while she died. literally who is this man i need to knowwwww

that brings me to chase. i cant figure him out either, first hes a brown nose to house, then hes snitching on him every chance he gets, he doesnt need to money but he wants his job, he is somehow to coolest person in this show and the lamest, he wears a leather jecket and looks like he belongs in a pantene commerical. hes my favourite

also i want it to be actually brought up that house plays piano? like in the first season there are 4 seperate times he plays piano (tho he only mimes playing it one time so technically only three)

GOD this show i cant believe i didnt watch it sooner

wilson really does have the most wettest biggest brownest eyes i have ever seen and it makes him so scrunkly i need to put him in a bag and bash that bag into a brick wall

and yea houses eyes are fucking terrifying and the worse thing is that someone on a discord server once edited him to have brown eyes and somehow it was scarier

also you are like the first person ive seen express a like for cameron x house so honestly god speed for that but you do bring up some banging fucking points

live laugh love stacey that is really all i have to say to that her and house have such a good juicy relationship

fun fact vogler only exists because fox wanted someone to like oppose house and that so the writers threw him in and in process made chase a dickhead (still bbg tho)

also FOREMAN, god i love him so much like mans presents himself as like 'oh smart doctor, id want this man to be my doctor' but then as the show progresses you just end up looking at him like 'what happened here'. in s3 you do properly start to see how he parallels house and it is scrumptious top tier telly and, like chase, he is a fucking dickhead. and the car thing as well cos like he goes on about how he pulled himself out of that but then you watch and he clings to normalcy and making something of himself its brilliant

and the shit himself chase. i find it so fucking funny how his first name is robert like he does not fucking look like a robert. and his relationship with house like fucking hell, you can tell chase is desperately trying to separate himself from his actual dad and by doing that he clung onto his work and especially house in an attempt to do that.

also 'he wears a leather jacket and looks like he belongs in a pantene commercial. he is my favourite' speaks for itself cause yeag.

unfortunately i don't actually think its bought up that house can play piano later on but you do get to see him play other instruments which is fun cause hugh laurie is a really good musician and im so happy they gave house interests outside of just medicine

happy watching the show is gonna make you go just a bit insane

#house md #ask #it really is the show of all time #like just bat shit insane #its brilliant

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satelliteddie · 2 years

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satellite - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie will never tell you how he really feels, he cant risk losing you… but after he almost loses you to an injury in the upside down, eddie finds himself spinning out waiting for you to realize how in love he is.

content warnings: language, injuries (bruises, demo-bat wounds, scars, etc.), fainting, kissing

word count: 5.3k

author’s notes: okay so i kinda sorta altered the plot of s4 for this to work (for obvious reasons), but its simply for angst purposes…kk bye :)

You got a new life

Am I bothering you?

Do you wanna talk?

We share the last line

Then we drink the wall

'Til we wanna talk

I go 'round and 'round

Satellite

Eddie didn’t realize when he introduced you to Robin and Steve that you would so easily slip into their friend group. Of course he knew everyone would love you, but he didn’t realize how much. Before he was even aware, his circle of friends had grown to a number that was behind his comprehension. For the longest time it was just you and him against everyone else. Now, there was Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, his band/Hellfire members, and all the younger kids. He loved all of them, even though he’d never admit that, but he missed the times when it was just the two of you in his room in the trailer. You got a new life, one that he introduced you to… how could he be jealous of that when he was the reason you knew all of them? It was stupid to be jealous of people that didn’t know you like he did. Eddie was your best friend – he knew that. He did. Yet, he still felt you slipping away slowly and maybe not intentionally, but you were. He was starting to feel like it was all his fault. When Eddie did talk to you when all of you were together it was like he was bothering you. It was crazy to think that, truly. Eddie was your everything and you were his. The issue was, Eddie wasn’t sure if “everything” meant the same thing to you as it did to him. He is in love with you. Stupid, mindnumbing, all-consuming love. He tried to give himself space from you, thinking maybe that would clear his head. Spoiler: it didn’t work. Instead, he roped you into even more chaos when he told you about the Upside Down and all of its supernatural entities. Which brought him to the Wheeler’s basement, listening as you and the others discussed the next moves. Eddie runs his fingers through the ripped holes in his jeans, pulling at the loose threads.

“I just don’t understand why we have to go back there.” Robin says, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

“Yeah, I’m not following Nance,” Steve shakes his head. “If we know Vecna is dead, why would we go back?” After the Earthquake and massive fight across multiple dimensions, the physical form of Vecna had not been seen and no suspicious deaths had occurred. The group was able to clear Eddie’s name and blame it on Satanic Panic, and more “chemical leaks” still happening due to the Hawkins Labs. However, you all knew better than to bask in the peace because the fight was only starting.

“We don’t know he’s dead, Steve.” Nancy gives Steve a pointed look.

“Listen,” your voice catches Eddie’s attention. He tilts his head up watching you intently as you speak, “I don’t want to go back either, but Nancy is right. If we want to save Max, we have to try.” The rest of the group gives somber frowns as they think about Max and how she’s barely holding on as of now. It’s killing each of you slowly to know that she suffered because your plan went awry. “Eddie?” You turn to him with unwavering eyes, “what do you think?”

I’d follow you into the literal depths of Hell if that's what you wanted, he thinks while holding your gaze. He stands from the couch, brushing his hands against his jeans, “I think we should make sure the fucker is dead.”

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out, waiting for ya

Eddie swore he would never return to the Upside Down after the last close call, but instead he was chucking a rope having upgraded from bed sheets through the gate in his ceiling to enter again. There’s no way this is my life, he shakes his head as the rope thumps on the ground on the other side. Your cool fingers grip his forearm, turning him to you.

“We’re going to be okay,” you say in a reassuring tone. Eddie wants to get on his knees and beg you to stay here. Or run away from Hawkins with him. Or do anything besides this.

“How do you know that?” He asks, his voice hoarse. Eddie blinks slowly, his eyes lingering on your mouth.

“I don’t,” you sigh. You tighten the military-grade vest around your torso, trying to do something with your shaking hands. Eddie notices your anxious movements and places his larger hands on yours. You look up at him with misty eyes and a small smile. He mirrors your expression before turning his face down to rest his forehead on the top of your head. Eddie inhales a shaky breath, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. Your friendship always bordered the line of more than platonic, but Eddie knew he couldn’t risk admitting his feelings to you. So he would steal forehead kisses and hugs whenever he could. It was wrong for him to do it now when you were so scared, but he needed to comfort you in the only way he knew how. He wanted to tell you that he was always going to be right here, waiting for you; but instead all he said was, “c’mon let’s get this over with.”

-✩-

You flop down on the mattress in the Upside Down, Eddie extends his hand and pulls you up from the floor.

“I’ll never get used to this,” you groan as you stand.

“We shouldn’t have to,” Eddie agrees, but it sounds more like an annoyed comment to you. You and Eddie head towards the front door of the trailer, Eddie hesitates before grabbing the doorknob. He feels his pulse in every square inch of his body, the majority focused on his scars. The scars were a part of him that he grew to accept, but coming back to the place that gave him those imperfections was not something he ever wanted to do. Ever. His mind races to the last time he was here; I almost died, he feels dizzy as the memory returns. “Sorry,” he apologizes and shakes the thought from his head. You grip his arm again with just enough force to ground him.

“Eds,” you give him a weak smile. “It's me,” you slide your hand from his arm into his hand. “You don’t have to apologize to me. I get it, this is asking a lot of you. We’ll be home soon.”

You and Eddie are deep into the forest, skipping over vines and twigs as you move through the trees. Steve, Robin and Nancy decided to take the other gate at Lover’s Lake, claiming it was smarter to split up and meet in the middle. Eddie wanted to yell at them and say that's how everyone in horror movies dies, but when you agreed to the plan he followed your lead. So far you had managed to avoid all demo-creatures as you and Eddie spoke in hushed voices. You step carefully over vines, still holding Eddie’s hand in a deathgrip. Eddie tried to ignore the flutter of his heart every time he felt your palm press to his, but he can’t stop imagining being able to hold your hand whenever he wanted.

“I think I need to go to a concert when we finally get out of here,” you comment without any previous conversation. Eddie scrunches his eyebrows as he gives you a confused look. “I’m just saying, I think we all deserve to scream our hearts out at a concert.”

Eddie doesn’t disagree, hell he never disagrees with you, yet he can’t help but laugh at your thoughts. “Only you would be thinking about live music right now,” he grins, brushing his thumb over your hand.

“Mmm, if only I knew someone in a band.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles. “If only,” Eddie flashes you a lopsided grin.

I'm in an L.A. mood

I don't wanna talk to you

She said, "Give me a day or two"

I go 'round and 'round

Satellite

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in

Finally, the daunting Creel House comes into view as you and Eddie stop at the mailbox. In the distance bike tires crunch along the road. Steve, Robin and Nancy head towards you on bicycles that are way too small for them.

“No fair,” Eddie groans. “They got bikes!”

“Eds.” You roll your eyes.

“I know, not the point.” He mocks you with a playful smirk.

“Alright, love birds,” Steve interrupts, causing you and Eddie to clear your throats at the same time. You’re not sure, but you could swear you see a faint blush rise on Eddie’s cheeks.

The five of you push open the doors to the house, stepping inside with as much stealth as you can. Robin and Eddie focus all their attention to where they step, both of them convinced they’re going to trip if they move upstairs. While you, Steve and Nancy scan the house for any signs of Vecna on the second floor and attic. The floorboards creak under every step you take, some of them becoming loose entirely and falling to the first floor below. Nancy grips your arm, pulling you away from the opening in the ground; she offers you a small smile before you continue into the next room. Steve and Nancy head into Henry’s old bedroom while you stay in the hallway to watch for any other movement. You hear Robin and Eddie’s hushed voices through the slats of the house as they move around below you.

“You still didn’t tell her? Eddie!” Robin asks, with what you can only imagine is a shove to Eddie’s shoulder.

“Shh,” Eddie whispers, but it’s just loud enough for you to hear. “I haven’t found the right time to. I don’t think she’ll ever feel that way about me…it’s not just some crush, I love her.” It feels like all the oxygen in the room was sucked out as you continue to listen. Eddie’s in love? Who was he in love with? When did he know? Why didn’t he tell me? So many questions bounce around in your brain as you try to piece together how you could have missed it. Eddie was in love with someone and he didn’t tell you. Your heart broke as you continued to hear Robin beg Eddie to tell this girl he loved. You could never place where your true feelings fell for Eddie. He was always your safe space, your best friend, your everything. You love him, but you couldn’t fall in love with him without knowing he would feel the same. It was too risky, too unknown…so instead you pushed your romantic feelings deep down. It was safer to know you had him in your life for good without the uncertainty of telling him how you really felt. You tilt your head towards the end of the hall trying to hear Robin and Eddie better.

“It’s— I don’t know. She’s my best friend, y’know? I can't risk losing her if she doesn’t feel the same.”

“Eddie,” Robin's voice is gentle. “You’ve been in love with her since the moment you met. She loves you too, I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, and you notice what sounds like shuffled foot steps. You can picture Eddie scuffing his shoes on the ground out of nerves. “How do you know?”

“You don’t see the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. Y/N loves you— in the same way you love her.”

He’s in love with me? Your head spins as you slowly step back towards the stairs, trying desperately to hear more of their conversation. Your body acts before you’re able to think straight, you step forward on another loose floorboard…but this time Nancy isn’t there to catch you. You crash through the floor, wood splitting across the hall as you lay among the broken pieces. You gasp for air, having felt the wind get knocked out of you when you fell. You stop your panicked breathing to try and level yourself.

Eddie rushes to the noise from the other side of the hall, unsure of what happened; but when he sees you, his entire world stops. It feels like time moves even slower as he approaches you with bated breath. Please be alive. You gasp for air again and the clock is back to normal pace as Eddie reaches you. He kneels by your side, not caring if he’s stepping on any of the “hive”. Eddie’s gentle as he reaches for your cheek; your attention is frantic as you scan the room trying to breathe correctly again. Your sides and back ache and every time you breathe it feels like fire should come out. You try to push yourself up to reach Eddie. You just want him to hold you and take you home. He lets you move slowly, but makes sure you don’t go too fast.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Eddie tries desperately to get you to look at him. He strokes his thumbs over your cheekbones, his calmness makes you focus on him. It can’t be that bad if he’s looking at me like this…right? Your thoughts race as you watch Eddie carefully scan over the rest of you. There’s no obvious injuries which calms and concerns him at the same time. “Look at me, sweetheart.” Your heart suddenly feels like it’s on fire too, but you know it’s not from the fall. He takes your hand in his and places it on the center of his chest. “Breathe with me, okay?” Eddie inhales and holds his breath for a moment before releasing it. He drags out the exhale for longer than he normally would before repeating the same process. Your eyes stay focused on his hand covering yours on his chest as you repeat his movements. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. You raise your eyes from your joined hands to Eddie’s eyes. His face cracks into a small smile, his eyes glossy as he looks at you. “You’re okay,” he says, trying to convince both you and him of it.

“I’m okay,” you repeat back in a hoarse voice. Eddie feels his heartbeat in his ears, every cell in his body is on fire as he watches you. I could have lost her, I could still lose her.

“We have to go,” Eddie’s voice is shaky as he looks for support from the others. Steve, Nancy, and Robin all stand behind Eddie watching you intently. No one wants to panic you or overreact, but each of their faces are scrunched in concern. No one argues with him as they all help you stand, Eddie’s hand finding your side and pulling you to him.

“Eddie, I’m okay.” You insist, “I can walk. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Just give me a day or two and I’ll be good as new.”

Eddie looks down at you under his arm, “I don’t care if you can walk. I’m holding you until we get back to Hawkins. Maybe even after that.” You hesitate to answer, but Eddie continues, “can't take you anywhere, huh?”

You jab your elbow into his ribs, which he pretends you gravely injured him as he gasps. You rest your head against Eddie’s side laughing lightly.

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Eddie refused to leave your side the entire trip home and even after that. He made sure to give you “absolutely-necessary” piggy back rides up the stairs, made you his favorite snacks, and “borrowed” movies from Family Video. He finally left your house a full 24-hours later, after making sure you slept through the night. Your heart fluttered as you watched him sleep in the chair in the corner of your room. He adamantly refused to stay in your bed, claiming you needed the space to rest. Eventually when Eddie did leave for Hellfire the next day, his eyes looked over every bruise on your body before pulling you into a tight hug. He squeezed you into him, making sure not to go too hard even though he wants to. You grumble into his chest, “Eddie, you have to go. They're going to be waiting for you. I’m fine. I’ll be here when you get back,” you tilt your face up. Eddie offers you a soft smile which you mirror. He brushes the stray hairs away from your face before keeping his hands on your face for a little too long. “Eds,” you say after he doesn’t respond.

“Yeah,” Eddie shakes his head and drops his hands from your face. “I’ll be back tomorrow, please call me if you need anything,” you try to argue, but Eddie narrows his eyes at you. “You’re not going to be a bother, so don’t even say that. Hellfire can wait.” His eyes and mind are scattered as he looks at you; he wants to tell you how much he wants to stay. Never has he ever wanted to skip Hellfire…but he doesn’t want to leave you. His heart constricts against his chest, every emotion and feeling he has for you being trapped inside.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you promise in a hushed voice.

Right here, right here

Spinning out, waiting for ya

I'm here, right here

Wishing I could be there for ya

Be there for ya

Be there for ya, for ya

Focusing on the conversation during lunch the following day was even harder than Eddie expected. Every time he tried to pay attention to whatever the table was discussing, his mind kept wandering off to think about you. Eddie had replayed the night in the Upside Down too many times, but he kept harboring so much guilt about it. What if I told her no? What if we didn’t go back? What if she stayed downstairs? What if I was with her? Eddie's mind frantically ran over the same questions, tormenting him. He kept sneaking glances over at where Robin was sitting, wondering whether or not he should ask if she heard from you. You and Eddie didn’t share the same lunch period or any of the same classes so it was impossible to know how your day was going. Maybe I’ll skip English and wait by her locker? No, that’s pathetic. You’ll see her in a couple of hours—

“…after that Nancy wants to visit y/n. Y’know make sure she’s okay after this morning, but maybe Nancy can drop me off afterwards.” Mike mentions nonchalantly to Dustin as he explains why he can’t make it to Will’s tonight.

“You didn’t bring your bike?” Dustin asks, but Mike has no time to answer before Eddie cuts him off.

Eddie feels his pulse thumping in his ears, “what happened this morning?”

“What do you mean?” Mike shakes his head, “she didn’t tell you?”

“Wheeler, what the fuck happened to her?”

“She passed out or something trying to go back upstairs before school, I don’t know you’d have to—”

Eddie doesn’t hear the rest of what Mike has to say before his chair is scraping across the tile floor of the cafeteria. He rushes out of the cafeteria and out of the school before any teachers notice—and if they do notice, no one stops him. Eddie turns over the key in his van, cursing over and over about how you should have called. He feels like he’s going crazy. You’re consuming his every thought, worry, feeling, action, emotion. Everything. You consume him entirely. He’s so deeply in love with you that all caution and rationality has been thrown out the window. Eddie drives like a mad man to get to your house as fast as he can; his arms are covered in goosebumps when he pulls up to your house. He pushes the car door open and practically spills out onto the pavement. His breathing is staggered when he slams a fist against the front door. Eddie gives one quick look around your driveway to determine your parents are not home. Screw it. He thinks as he turns the doorknob and barrels inside.

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in (spinning out, waiting)

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Spinning out waiting for ya (for ya, for ya) to pull me in (for ya)

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

You wake up to the sound of someone yelling your name through your house. For a moment you panic about the fact that someone is inside, but when the voice calls again you realize it’s Eddie. Every muscle in your body relaxes as you start to sit up in bed. Your head kills, but physically your body is starting to feel better.

“I’m in my room!” You call as you shuffle around your comforter. Swinging your legs over the edge, you sit on the bed waiting for Eddie. Eddie’s heavy steps bound up the stairs, and the door swings open before you realize he’s even made it to your room. His brown eyes are glossy as he scans over your entire room before rushing to your bedside. He collapses to his knees, his chest pressed into your legs as his arms wrap around your waist. You gasp at his dramatic display, but quickly you run your fingers through his curls. A smile pulls at your lips as you look down at him, “are you okay?”

“Am I okay? Fuck- are you okay?” Eddie asks in between sniffles pressed to your shirt. He leans back and wipes his face with his shaky hands. “Jesus, what happened?” He rests his palms on your thighs, rubbing his thumb over your skin softly. He frowns as he takes in the deep purple, yellow and red splotches that cover your skin from your fall.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, still moving your hands through his hair. “I was fine getting up this morning, but going down the stairs was a lot. So when I realized I left my keys upstairs I had to go back for them.” You try to smile at Eddie and calm him, but his face remains just as worried. “I was like half way up them when it all went blurry. Nancy found me there when she came to drive me to school.” Eddie’s blood runs cold thinking about how lifeless you must have looked laying on your stairs. He can’t see you get hurt again, he can’t lose you. “I begged her not to call you. Believe me, she wanted to. So please don’t be mad at her,” you give him a stern look, but there’s no reason to because Eddie will always listen to you. He nods as you continue, “I just didn’t want to worry you. I already knew how much of your day I took up yesterday, I made you late to Hellfire, you slept in a chair–”

“I wanted to.” Eddie replies without hesitation. You brush your hands over his curls again, giving him a weak smile. His heart pounds like a jackhammer against his ribs. I have to tell her, he decides. Every voice of reason screams for him to stop before he’s ruined it all… but Eddie can’t take it anymore.

“Eddie,” you frown. “I love how concerned you are for me. I do. You’re the best friend I could ask for–”

“Don’t do that,” Eddie’s voice catches as he speaks. His eyes dart away from yours as he stands to his full height.

“Do what?” You ask, trying to rise from the bed. Eddie fights every urge to tell you to sit back down so he can hold you.

“Don’t you know that I am right here? I want you to bother me. I want you to call me. I want you. I feel like– fuck. I feel like I’m going crazy, sweetheart.” Eddie bitterly laughs as he turns away from you. All of his emotions are battling each other as he combs a nervous hand through his hair. “I’m just spinning out waiting for you to pull me in. So please,” he begs. “Please just pull me in and tell me.”

“Tell you–”

“Tell me you love me,” a tear slips from his eyes and down his cheek. “Or just put me out of my misery.”

Spinning out, waiting for ya (for ya, for ya) to pull me in (for ya)

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?

Time stops just like it had when you fell. Eddie is certain he’s in an extremely lucid dream because there is no way he just professed his love for you like he had. He claimed he hated all those romantic movies you forced him to watch, but whenever he thought about telling you how he felt, he remembered all those corny movies. Eddie had planned for the large, romantic gesture to sweep you off your feet; instead he was in tears about losing you before he even had you. He felt like he was going crazy. There was nowhere to put all of these emotions that he felt for you. It all came so easily and naturally to him, he didn’t even realize how in love with you he was until Robin pointed it out. Now after seeing you hurt he couldn’t take it anymore, you had to know how he felt. The clock resets as Eddie stares down at you on the bed, he watches you play with your hands like you always do when you’re nervous.

Your mind feels like it’s in a fog. You knew how Eddie felt, but you couldn’t be sure he was only telling you because of everything that happened. You didn’t want him to feel pressured into saying how he felt all because you couldn’t make it up the stairs.

“I do love–” you start to say as your mind clears.

“Not like that,” Eddie turns to you. His voice is harsh, but all of his features remain soft as silent tears roll from his eyes. “You know what I meant Y/N.”

“Eddie,” you feel your own eyes starting to tear up as you watch him.

“Tell me. Either way– Christ. Just- please, just tell me.”

“Do you mean it?” You ask and Eddie starts to talk, but you raise a hand to him. “Not just because I’m hurt, or because Robin told you to tell me. Do you mean it?”

“Robin? What are you– You heard us?”

“I heard you through the floors. That’s, mmm,” you hesitate to continue. Eddie sinks down to meet your eyeline again. “I was trying to listen when I fell.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice is soft as uses a finger to tilt your chin up to look at him.

“I just want to make sure you’re not just saying it to say it.”

“I love you,” Eddie replies, his eyes lingering on your mouth. “I’m in love with you. I always have been. I would have told you no matter what. This,” he gestures to your bruises on your legs. “Just gave me the courage to say it.”

“Really?” The floodgates to your emotions break, every ounce of love you have for Eddie rushing to the front. Eddie slowly reaches his hands up from your legs to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Really,” Eddie smiles and all the mixed emotions have seemed to clear from his eyes.

“Come up here, please,” your voice wavers as you talk. Eddie wastes no time to climb onto the bed next to you. His thigh brushes yours as he sits down, you keep your focus on his legs as Eddie peers down at you. Eddie nudges your shoulder with his and tilts his head forward to try to meet your eyes. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in. “We can’t mess this up, Eds. I can’t lose you.”

“I’m right here,” Eddie replies without any indecision. He will always be right here for you. Through the crazy, unpredictable, supernatural, natural, and everything in between. He squeezes your thigh once, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You melt into him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling yourself into his side. Eddie’s arms linger in the air for a second before he brings you even closer to him. Slowly, he lowers both of you down to lay on the bed; you keep your arms wrapped around his waist, not caring if his weight makes the one fall asleep. For the first time in days, it feels like your heart beats at a normal rate – slow and steady, as your breathing syncs with Eddie’s. “Eddie?” You look up at him, but he’s already smiling down at you. “I love you,” you profess feeling a weight lift off your chest and mind.

“I love you,” he smirks so wide his teeth start to peak out. Eddie turns his face down and presses a kiss to your hair; he’s done it a thousand times, but this time is different. It’s like you can feel all his love for you through it now. “So where should our first official date be?”

You humm for a moment trying to think of anywhere that would beat this moment, but you come up empty. You shrug and kiss the side of his ribs, “don’t know, but I’ll go anywhere with you.”

Eddie tries to ignore the way his heart flips, but he knows he’s going to have to get used to it now.

“What about a concert?” Eddie asks brushing away your hair from your face so he can trace your cheek bone. “I believe I heard somewhere that you wanted to scream your heart out at one.”

“You remembered that?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. You lean up to fully look at Eddie; he’s flat on his back, one hand tucked under his head, his other tracing your cheek still.

“Of course I did,” Eddie says as if it’s a ridiculous question. “I remember everything you do.”

You can’t help yourself as you lean forward, your eyes glancing at his lips for a moment. Eddie meets you in the middle, his mouth is soft against yours as he draws you closer with his hands. He works his fingers from your face through your hair and keeps them at the base of your neck. Your lips melt into Eddie’s, he tastes like mint and tobacco — it’s addictive. He works his mouth over yours, his tongue traces your bottom lip gently. Eddie pulls away with a grin, moving his hand from your hair to brush his thumb over your bottom lip. You whine as his lips leave yours, causing him to smile more.

“Easy sweetheart,” Eddie says, pulling at your lip again. “Take me on a date first.”

You tilt your head at him, “oh, really?”

“Fuck no,” Eddie breaks. He pulls you closer, his focus back on your mouth, “we have a lot of time to make up for.”

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ahhhh my (user)name-sake <<33 I love this song so much, I am a satellite girly thru and thru... gotta love a sad song with a happy beat

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