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intheshadowsbehindyou · 3 months

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your snipers are GOOD STUFF and i’m just here for how he would work (nsfw wise) with a s/o who is INCREDIBLY down to be bullied and hunted for sport and will frolic around like a deer giggling the whole time like he’s a fairy tale prince and not a gangly string bean who is filled with nothing but spite and predatory lust

I had contemplated my regular format but I think straight up fanfiction better fits this.

Sniper X Prey Reader: Primitive Instinct (NSFW)

Warning: Prey/predator shit idk what the kink is called, breeding kink

Mr. Mundy hated the feeling of primal lust when other things mattered more. He often felt broken, and inherently wrong to desire the warmth of his body intertwined with someone else’s when he should have been focusing on something else. By nature he was a hunter. Focus and mental clarity even in the darkest of hours was most important when that rifle was up to his face. He could be sad and lonely for only just a moment. Just a second in eternity. But never more than that.

For if he delayed more, he wouldn’t be focusing hard enough. All of his senses alert to every single thing imaginable. An assassin could not afford one little slip up. Less the outcome would be self explanatory.

Still, he found himself constantly distracted tonight. In the highest point of Tuefort he stood atop a water tower’s catwalks in pitch black darkness. In front of him was the distant, dim lights of the enemy BLU base. A set of ugly buildings that looked more like a factory than anything else. His night vision scope was a smuggled artifact from his hometown. It worked flawlessly despite the long trip to join Team Fortress several years ago. The cold air bit at his skin but he remained stiffly in place like an unmoving stone. Boldly standing out in the open with no regard for his own safety. He knew the difficult position he was in would make it nearly impossible to get a clear shot at him. With multiple cardboard boxes off to both his sides, it obstructed angles.

Sniper shut his eyes. His lungs took in maximum air and exhaled carbon dioxide. He counted each second, carefully controlling his own breath.

One, two, three, four…

The old assassin heard a sound off in the distance just to the right of him. As he suspected, his theory about using this BLU water tower as a nest was validated. He turned the rifle towards the source and sure enough he caught the silhouette of an intruder rummaging through the bushes.

One, two, three, four…

His previous thoughts were proven to be more of an intruder than the unlucky person he was scoping at. For a second, Sniper unwillingly diverted his attention as those lustful desires crossed his thoughts again. He swore he saw the image of a beautiful, smooth, naked body of a woman flash in his mind as quickly as the blinking of an eye. His breathing immediately became muddled again. He could even hear his own heart rate skyrocket. All it took was one little slip up. An annoying intrusive thought.

Sniper had lost location of the person’s head through the dense foliage. They disappeared behind the bramble, and Sniper had to suppress the sudden unyielding rage shoot through his bloodstream. Every bone in his body wanted to throw his damn sniper rifle across the desert and see it break into multiple pieces below.

“Bugger me!” He cursed quietly. Slamming his fist on the box he was resting his rifle on. Somehow, he didn’t even care if an apposing sniper heard him. The faster he died, the better.

Sniper held his fist, which was now wracked with pieces of wood. He was lucky to be wearing gloves. The wood didn’t pierce his skin at all. Still, now he had to growl and grumble while he pathetically pulled the shards of dangerous chips out of his left hand. If the others saw him — especially scout — they’d undoubtedly tear him a new one that he’d forever internalize until his dying days.

An assassin can’t fucking afford to miss.

His moment of self loathing was interrupted by the creak of the ladder below the catwalks. It was subtle, and barely audible. Like a wild cat’s tiptoeing through the forest. Sniper stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes slowly rolled to the source. Fearlessly, he put his hands back on his gun and waited. If he made any sudden movements toward his SMG on the floor next to him then he’d surely alert the stranger. The catwalks were sensitive with age in certain places and disregarded stealth.

The person on the ladder paused when Sniper halted his complaining. Which showed him that they were listening to him too. It didn’t quite strike him as odd, but what did indeed baffle him was then the sudden sprint up the ladder. As if the person wanted to be heard.

The scruffy man gritted his teeth. A little bit offended that somebody — even if it was a teammate — which let’s be honest that’s the only reasonable explanation for it — would approach him so casually like he wasn’t a huge threat. It messed with his ego and made him want to shoot the person regardless of who they were.

“Sniper?” A voice asked quietly. It was you, of course. The new mercenary. The youngest out of all of them. A thorn in everybody’s side with your naive youth. Who the hell in their right mind would hire such a young adult for this profession?

The older man tried shutting his eyes and focusing his breathing again. Blocking out any other annoying stimulus that distracted him. (You were the annoying stimulus.) He figured you were just up here thinking he’d be a willing ear and whatnot. As if he’d ever do something like that.

“Sniper!” You whispered a bit louder.

Sniper nearly found it within himself to haul his gun as promised earlier. He gripped his rifle like he was choking somebody. “God! What?!” He asked louder than he wanted to.

You glared at him. The lack of amusement in your eyes was noted and rudely ignored. Sniper shrugged his shoulders in a very, very pressuring gesture to get on with it. You didn’t even know how he had the patience for hunting animals.

“The others wanna know if you want some coffee.” You say. Your mouth curling into what would be a snarl if you hadn’t somewhat mastered the art of controlling yourself near these mercs.

“Who the bloody hell asks their colleague if they want coffee at three in the fuckin’ morning?!” Sniper’s voice pitched high in genuine concern. Like he had somehow realized he was answering to the most stupidest person imaginable.

Sniper’s condescending words didn’t sway you. You were too tired to react anyway. “By the way, was that you pointing your gun at me?” You asked curiously.

He paused, and that’s how you knew you struck a cord. The revelation couldn’t help but peak your interest. The way he tensed up and threatened to grip the edges of the box to the point of breaking the entire thing. He was SURE he was incapable of being seen. Your words had completely shattered what was left of his fragile self esteem. If anything there at all at this point. It was entertaining to see this supposedly self proclaimed unemotional assassin break like a twig. You titled your head and the side of your lip almost twitched into a smile.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” He asked bitterly. Without any second hesitation or regard, he whipped out his kukri from underneath the boxes and started marching toward you. To say you were a bit stressed was an understatement.

Sniper shoved you backwards into the wall and dug the blade into the planks near your face. It hit the wood with an unpleasant noise that sounded like it had cut through flesh. It made a chill go up your spine. Nonetheless, you braved the sudden aggression. These types of crazy reactions were just common day-to-day events. You turnt your nose away from him as he got close to your face and breathed down your neck. It was heavy and quick. Like he was inches away from eating you. His chest pressed up against yours. You couldn’t tell if this was meant to be personal or not. But it felt… disgustingly delightful. Like you were eating candy.

It felt like you were being eyed by a hungry bear that wanted to tear into you and leave nothing behind. To drop the blade and ravish your delicious body. Sniper all the meanwhile could not even identify his own body’s mistake for adrenaline being arousal. A large, blunt object pressed against your inner thigh when he pressed down harder. His veins visible from the grip on his blade. You realized all the blood flowed to his companion. A thick, wet member prodding at you and quietly pleading for relief.

“What did I tell you? I’m a hired gunman. I’m not some friend of yours, and i’m not somebody who’s gonna joke with you. Gotcha?” You could hear him bombarding you but the butterflies in your stomach spoke of delightful things.

You wanted to mate with this hungry animal, until his balls were completely empty and his insatiable appetite was temporarily satisfied. You slipped under him and tore away easier than expected. Dodging an attempt on your head, you hopped up onto the boxes and shuffled as he tried slashing at your ankles. A sickly mischievous smile crossed your face, as for what seemed like forever, you dodged his countless attempts on your life. Jumping on and off the box, and causing him to run in circles around the tower. Sniper was beginning to feel like he was on some sort of babysitting duty. He was also getting angrier.

As fast as you came in, you booked it down to the ladder and slid down it. Sniper being less athletic however, had to hurry down the steps one by one. All the meanwhile complaining “Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger!”

His anger was comedic in every way possible. You ducked underneath the brambles and patiently awaited the handsome man’s arrival. You decided to not let yourself suffer any longer. Maybe him by extension as well. Those primitive urges were something that your ancestors developed as a beautiful way to bond. In what world would you simply throw away the opportunity? As Sniper reached the bottom of the water tower, you half-assed an escape attempt but as expected he jumped on you before you could even crawl through the other side of the bush. You had no idea that toothpick of a man would hurt so much. Dead god.

“Gotcha!” He proclaimed. pinning you on your belly with his entire weight. He sat on your legs. Like a cat whose paw was on a mouse’s tail. You wondered if it was possible he’d break said legs.

He was proud of his catch, but you had no heart to tell him you gave yourself deliberately. That penetrating blunt organ was all you fixated on right now. It was all you wanted. The idea of that divine organ crushing your insides sounded like heaven. The gentle breeze of his warm breath met your ears and neck again. You couldn’t help but lift your face up to meet it. Sniper found himself meeting his lips to your neck too.

The tension broke. The two of you had clearly felt the same way. Although Sniper tried his hardest to hide his beastly instincts, nature always won in the end. The moment his lips nibbled your neck is the moment that you both individually consented. A grumble escaped your throat and it sounded like you were pleased. Which in turn pleased Sniper.

Lust is such a complicated thing. Anger and annoyance can lead to it if you go down the right path. The older man began to court you. Prodding his member against your flank to offer you a good time. He shifted your legs up and got you into a mating press. Underneath those layers you could feel him dripping with anticipation.

To test the waters he forwardly thrusted up against your clothed body. Earning another blissful sound from you. Though sniper was dead silent, his rugged breathing spoke volumes. He aimlessly humped you like a horny dog and forgot his own self control. Wildly slapping his concealed dick against your pants.

“Sniper—“ You tried to get his attention. Realizing this was counterproductive without bare skin visible.

He continued slapping against you recklessly. He couldn’t hear you, and frankly you couldn’t blame him. Sniper was determined to breed you. He was surging with hormones and ready to pump you full of his children no matter the cost. He sounded like a growling werewolf the way he began expressing his pleasure. His silence leaving him. The scruffy haired man bit down hard on the back of your neck to hold you in place. The extra skin there made it so that you weren’t hurt. Just scruffed like a cat.

You were stuck there for hours. A large man using you as his sextoy. Not even once did he slow his pace. Not even after multiple times cumming. It was only when the sun came up did he even consider.

What a wonderful thing that the gift of procreation is.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #medic x reader #spy x reader #demoman x reader #tf2 x reader #heavy x reader #sniper x reader #tf2 x you #it’s fucking 4 AM and i need to sleep

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potatocitytechnology · 2 years

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Desperate - J.JH

INTRO: Days got lonely for you working your plain old 9-5 job and all your colleagues found it hilarious that you hadn't gotten laid in forever. You were only joking when you said you would pay someone to sleep with you at this point...

GENRES: Smut

WARNINGS: Profanity/swearing, oral (F receiving), chocking/breath play, nipple play (receiving and giving), humiliation (giving), slight degradation along with that, Jaehyun seems to have a slight pain kink, dom!femreader, unlikely sub!Jaehyun, overall explicit content - DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS POST IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, PLEASE!

WORD COUNT: 7.7k

AUTHORS NOTE: This turned out a little more hard core than I would've thought it was going to, but still pretty mild. A good fun one to read even if you don't enjoy femdom :)

Jaehyun wasn’t a sex worker and he certainly wasn’t a sub. He was just desperate for money. You knew this when he called you up and introduced himself saying he had heard from a friend of a friend that you were willing to pay a decent sum of money for a man to let you dom them for a night. If you were being honest you were kind of joking when you said it to your friend and everyone knew you definitely didn’t need to pay someone to sleep with you, but after hearing the desperation in his voice you couldn’t turn down the stranger at the end of the line. Not when he had clearly put himself out of his comfort zone to get your number and ring you. You just knew that your friends would be teasing you about this when you told them you’d actually followed through with it. Doming men was always a sort of fantasy you would put on the backburner whenever you slept around. Sometimes it would come out but more often than not it was just left to your imagination, so hence how the discussion came about.

Over the phone you had made it clear that this would be a one time occurrence, as you were sure that you were breaking some sort of law as it was. Luckily he complied with that, pointing out that was his intention also and he prepared with his own term. No one, under any circumstances, is to find out. You couldn’t agree more. You didn’t need people other than your close friends finding out that you paid someone to sleep with you. Infact, it was bad enough having your small circle of colleagues knowing at all. The two of you agreed on a time and date and it was set.

When 7pm Saturday comes around you find yourself anxiously sitting on your couch playing with your fingers and picking at your nails. It was dark out already and it was risky meeting a total stranger for the first time at your own house, you knew that. But you weren’t exactly made of money either, so buying a hotel room that you’d probably only spend an hour or two in if you were lucky seemed like a total waste. You just hoped that he wasn’t actually intent on murdering you then robbing the place.

That thought does nothing to ease your worrying mind, so when the doorbell rings you visibly jump before standing up and flattening the creases out of your dress, trying your best to compose yourself. You begin to make your way to the door to meet the mysterious man who is waiting for you and that’s when it hits. This was a really bad idea. You freeze with your hand on the door handle. ‘Don’t be stupid.” You say to yourself.

You take a deep breath then close your eyes for a second before opening the door. What you immediately notice as the door separating you two leaves, is a hand about to hit you in the face and your eyes widen in shock. A short gasp escapes your lips and you take a step back in alarm. The hand in front of you immediately retracts and that’s when you see the man in front of you. Jaehyun, or at least that’s the name he told you. He must’ve been readying to knock again, you thought to yourself and internally shook your head at your antics. He was tall with black bangs that framed his face. Raking your eyes down his figure you notice that under his rather loose fitting clothes that he has a toned looking figure. When your eyes raise to catch his, you see the hesitancy that glaze through them. He stands slightly tense in front of you and by the soft and slightly worried look on his face you realise that this man couldn’t possibly murder you (but if he was going to he was a damn good actor).

Silence hangs in the air for what only feels like second but must’ve been a minute or two before Jaehyun shifts to lean on one leg. He reaches a hand out, this time gesturing for a handshake. “Hi, I’m-”

“Jaehyun.” You finish his sentence in a breathy whisper before smiling sheepishly.

He lets out a chuckle nodding his head. “And you must be-”

“Y/N” Inside you cringe. Interrupting people was a rude habit you had to get rid of as it constantly bugged those around you, but Jaehyun just laughs lowly, nodding again.

It stays quiet for a moment longer before you seemingly shake out of a trance, “Oh, please come in.” You step further into the doorway to allow him through and when he passes with a curt bow of his head and a small smile and you feel your heart melt. This guy had to be someone's boyfriend because there is no way he’s single with manners like this and those adorable dimples. If he’s not a murderer he has to be a cheater.

You lead him into your living room and gesture for him to sit on the couch. “Would you like something to drink?” You ask, eyes watching him closely as he sits down and observes the room. His own eyes darted to your face, “A water would be fine thanks.” You nod politely before ducking away to the kitchen. When you’re out of sight you let out a breath of relief. This is so awkward, the air around him feels like it’s sucking the life out of you. You try to come up with things to talk about and ways to bring up the current situation without making it even more awkward as you fill up two empty glasses and walk back out to the living room.

Placing the drinks on the coffee table you proceed to sit across from him in another chair and thank the gods that you actually have enough furniture in your house which means you don’t have to sit right beside him. He picks up a glass and takes a nervous sip while his eyes fly around to anything in the room that isn’t you.

You clear your throat, forcing a wave of courage to wash over your features but it doesn’t shake the wobble in your hands or the slight tremble in your voice. “So, Jaehyun, what do you like to do in your spare time?”

“Oh,” The question shocks him, you can tell by the way his eyebrows raise, “well I like to read.” You shift in your seat, trying your best to look more comfortable so that he will in turn, loosen up a bit. “So authors like Mark Twain, Charles Dickens?” You offer up a couple of authors that your male colleagues enjoy but he only shakes his head with a small smile at your suggestion. “No, actually. Jane Austen, Virginia Woolf and Shakespear if I’m in the mood.” It’s your turn to be surprised, an astounded “Really?” escaping past your lips and he nods with a half amused, half fake offence look. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t take you for a fairytale, feminist romantic.”

He smiles again, this time showing his pretty dimples in all their glory and you can’t help but reciprocate the expression. “If you don’t mind me stating,” he starts and you try to keep an inviting look on your face as he attempts to keep his gaze locked on yours, “you don’t seem like the domineering type, if I’m being honest.” You feel a slight blush rise to your cheeks at his proclamation but pull yourself together with only a slight shake of your pupils being the give away at your uncertainty. “No?” You question, letting a humorous tint lace your voice as you said the word - raising a brow. He shifts becoming obviously uncomfy but you just watch him amusedly. “Well, I was expecting-”

“A dominatrix?” You finish his sentence again and almost scold yourself aloud for interrupting, however taking note of the way his ears start to flush a deep pink at the very word.

“I suppose.” He admits, attempting to sit up straight and seem less small. Jaehyun had never felt like he wasn’t ever in control of a situation before and it showed. He was probably more nervous about handing over the reins rather than the rest of what was at hand as well.

“Jaehyun, I’m not a seasoned pro at this. I simply want to experiment a little, but if you don’t feel entirely comfortable with this, then I’m not gonna judge you if you want to walk out right now.” You explain to him trying to seem as unthreatening as possible. His features harden as his lips set into a straight line. “I have to do this, I’m a bit tight for cash at the moment as you know.” He says and you visibly cringe. This is so illegal.

He sees your change in character and immediately stands to his feet to reassure you, “Oh, gosh I don’t want you to think you’re taking advantage of me or anything. This is completely consensual.” You begin to nervously play with your fingers once again as you let out a whisper, “Jaehyun, I’m paying you to have sex with me.”.

He comes to your side suddenly and you become aware of the pleasant scent that follows him. “Just think of it as a favour, friend to friend.” He tries to convince as he kneels next to you on the ground. You look down at him, “Jaehyun this isn’t vanilla sex.” He cocks his head to the side in fake thought, “I know that. What if I told you I was kind of excited.” He nods sheepishly, letting his head fall to look at the ground where your feet lay.

You look at the back of his head before he raises his eyes to look at you with a slight blush on his cheeks. “Just be patient. I haven't done this fully before.” You say and he smiles lightly, “I haven’t done this ever, so we’re in the same boat.” He replies and you suck in a breath. Maybe we are in the same boat, but let’s just hope we don’t get hit by a tidal wave.

You let out the breath and reach a hand down to his chin. Your fingers grasp his jaw as you lower your face to his, ”If I’m gonna go to jail for you then you better make it worth my while.” You don’t get to see his expression before you bring your lips to his softly. The kiss is hesitant as you both get used to the feeling of each other's lips together. His hand reaches towards you to hold your face closer as he opens his mouth. When you nip at his lip he flinches before letting a grunt into the kiss, his grip on you tightening as his other hand rests on your knee. You pull away and take amusement in the way he looks up at you with parted lips.

“What’re your limits?” You mumble centimetres from his mouth and it takes him a minute to register your words. “Sorry?” Is his reply as he finally releases his gaze on your lips to meet your eyes. You shake your head in a show of fake disappointment before gently grasping his chin again. He expects you to lean down and kiss him, but you quickly drop your head to his cheek where the hot air of your breath fans against his ear lobe. It sends a hot chill down Jaehyun’s spine at the feeling, and he has to suppress his desired need to just grab you and force your mouth on his.

“How far can I push you until you break, hmm?” You change your wording, putting slight emphasis between each word and you swore you could feel the heat pour off him in sensual waves, a barely audible gulp making your ears perk up. “Anything. You can do anything, just ask first if it’s extreme.”

You hum in approval, allowing a slight grin to appear on your face as you stand up and gesture for him to do so as well. It takes him a moment efore he scrambles to his feet in what seems to be embarrassment if the red tinge that covers his features again is any indication. “We should go to my bedroom.” You mean to suggest, however it comes out as more of a statement. He nods and you then lead the way, taking note of the way he silently moves behind you as you wander through your hallway.

When you reach the bedroom you open the door for him to step inside. As he does you come in behind him and shut the door quietly. “Sit on the bed,” You say before adding a “please” at the end of the sentence out of habit. You hear him as he takes a seat on your bed whilst you start to search through one of your draws. When you find the item you’re looking for you turn to see him already staring at you, so you smile reassuringly.

You move over to him and his sitting position gives you a height advantage and you realise that it oddly sends a thrill through you. Even having such a little switch in the usual power dynamic has you excited already. You run the fabric of the blindfold through your fingers so that Jaehyun can see what it is clearly. “Do you have a safeword?” You can tell this question amuses him as a flash of humour passes through the light of his eyes but it leaves just as quickly as he remembers his reason for being here. “Do I have to have one?” He rebuts and you press your lips into a thin line. “I would prefer it if you did.” You reply and as he senses your slight disapproval at his question he mutters the word “Valentine” under his breath.

You quirk a brow confirming ‘valentine’ as his safe word to which he nods and you breathe out an almost exasperated ‘ok’. “If you’re slightly uncomfortable though, you have to tell me. Say orange or slow down or something.” You say to which he replies with a firm but quiet ‘yes’. You then start to bring the blindfold up to his eyes before tying it firmly around the back of his head. As you do, you can’t help but to run your fingers through his hair. The soft strands tug gently at his scalp and have Jaehyun shivering at the sensation of the action. With his sight obstructed everything you do, everywhere you touch or even when you move, has him sensing things at a heightened level.

You move away from him and take amusement in the way he rigidly sits, awaiting for you to do something. You have to admit the blindfold was a great idea, and you hoped that Jaehyun thought so too. You thought it might cut out some of the awkwardness and be a good way to start things off if you couldn’t necessarily see each other. With him waiting, you start to undress yourself. Bringing the fabric of your dress over your head to drop it on the floor. Jaehyun hears as it hits the ground and he subtly sucks in a breath at the action.

You proceed to unclip your bra and slide out of your panties as well, leaving you completely naked in front of him. Jaehyun wouldn’t ever admit it but it was killing him just knowing you were standing only an arms reach away, completely bare, and he couldn’t see or touch you.

You can tell it surprises him when you climb onto the bed, however you’re away at the other end, leaning on the headboard watching his back as his head turns over his shoulder in your direction. You breathe out a quiet, shaky breath but can’t help the excitement that builds inside of you. All of your skin is exposed and the slight chill mixed with this exhilaration in the air causes your nipples to prick up and goosebumps to appear on your skin.

“Jaehyun,” You call his name and he lets out a hum at your voice. “Take off your clothes.” Your order has him gulping before standing up and trying to discard his clothing as best he can whilst having no vision at all. It’s clumsy the way he does it as you watch and he almost trips over several times pulling his legs from his sweatpants. He catches the way you chuckle slightly at his struggle and it causes a flash of humiliation to pass through him.

Nevertheless, he feels his body erupt in tingles and the familiar feeling of becoming hard causes his head to spin at the revolution that this might be something he was into.

You definitely notice the way he seems to throb at the sound so when he is left in nothing but his underwear you tilt your head to the side, forgetting he can’t actually see you. “What about those?” You question with a hint of judgement lacing your tone and you watch carefully as he slowly grips the band with his fingertips before pulling his last garment of clothing down.

You aren’t completely shocked by his body. You did make a mental comment on how you thought he was hiding his toned form under less than flattering clothes, I mean after all he didn’t come here with the purpose of impressing you. However, as your gaze travels down his body you can’t help but to admire his athleticism, but what surprises you the most is his hard, leaking cock that stands tall under your gaze. At least you know he’s enjoying himself.

“You’re so pretty, Jaehyun.” You muse and appreciate the way he shivers at the compliment. He clasps his hands in front of him, obstructing your view and you smirk in response. “Come here.” The order is short but he reacts right away, trying to feel for you on the bed. His head shoots up at your following command, “Crawl.”. You watch in diversion as he ponders the thought before he crawls onto the foot of your bed, proceeding slowly up to you.

When he places his hand on your out-stretched foot, instead of retracting it shyly like you thought he would, he wraps his fingers around your ankle before following your leg up your body. The action surprises you and you can only sit stunned as he continues to crawl up between your legs, his hand stopping at your hip bone as the other once again rests on your cheek. He brings your mouth to his, connecting your lips in a kiss that feels much less cautious than the first and more full of desire. His lips are passionate on yours, the taste of lust seeping into your mouth from his. It’s not quite a whole mess but the sounds that tumble from your mouth into his make him hold your head on an angle that has his tongue angled deeper into you.

You break the kiss with a push to his chest and instead of sitting back like you hoped he would, he begins to press firm kisses to your neck and collarbone. You find your hands in his hair, toying with the strands as puffs of air escape your lips before you realise what was supposed to be happening here. “Sit back.” You demand and he hums against your skin, yet doesn’t let up. Your fingers that are in his hair grip at his roots lightly before you use this grasp to pull his head from you. The groan he lets out as his head falls against your hand is pornographic and the sound sends shoots of arousal straight to your core.

“You have to listen to me, Jaehyun. After all, you are being paid.” Your comment makes his cheeks redden in embarrassment but nonetheless, you marvel in the way his cock twitches. You tug his hair back further causing an arch to form in his back as he leans his chest into you. A chuckle passees through your lips before you lick over his right nipple, causing him to suck in a breath. “I’m paying you to do this because you asked me to. But you seem to enjoy it more than you let on, don’t you?” When no sound is heard from him you take the sensitive bud into your mouth, delivering a sharp pinch of a bite.

“What was that?” You question, this time hoping for an answer. His hands grab at the sheets below as he lets out a grunt followed by a very quick, “Yes.”.

Satisfied with his answer you release his hair. “Go sit at the foot of the bed.” Your order is simple and your tone leaves no room for argument as you watch the slightly desperate look on Jaehyun’s face turn to an annoyed one. You can tell he wants to rebut but you lightly slap his thigh in warning, “You don’t get to pick and choose what you get here tonight, Jaehyun.” That’s all it takes for him to tighten his lips before he makes his way to the edge of the bed, with his hands stretched out to find his way.

While you keep an eye on him, you reach over to your left bedside table and pull out your trusty toy. It might seem pointless to have this man all to yourself and still want to use a vibrator but if you played your cards right, you could have Jaehyun keening in your lap for your attention. It would beat this cool and calm exterior he tries to hide his emotions in anyway.

The toy you pulled out is a wand vibrator. Enough to push you along and enough to get Jaehyun wound up but sadly not enough to satisfy you tonight. As you switch on the toy, you watch as the man a foot away from your feet slowly swivels his head around, trying to discern where the light buzzing noise is coming from. It humours you when you see the expression on his face change when he figures out what it has to be.

“Are you kidding me?” His question lacks intrigue and you notice a hint of disappointment in his tone that makes you smile. “What’s wrong, baby.” You ask, a slight mocking tone to your voice and when he doesn't answer you bring the vibrating head of the toy to your clit. You let out a sigh of content and a barely audible moan, that you can tell affects him as he gulps before running his tongue along his bottom lip.

“What am I here for if you just want to do it like this?” His voice is firm, like he wants an easy answer from you but you only lightly laugh. He looks flushed as his hands fiddle in his lap to not touch anything he shouldn’t, and the amusement you seem to gain from his overall hopeless state only makes his cock throb painfully.

“Who’s not to say that I didn’t just want you to watch?” You say and you can almost feel the twinkle in your eyes when you moan out loud and Jaehyun clenches his jaw whilst choosing to ball his fists in his lap. “That would be cruel, and I can’t even see.” Is his response.

“It’s not cruel when you’re being paid generously to just listen. And I’ll let you see soon, maybe.” Your lips curl up when he grunts lowly in response, his pink tinged skin now a permanent feature on his pale complexion.

Choosing now to let him wallow in his own self pity, you focus on the toy in your hand and start to move it against your sensitive bud with purpose. The whimpers and soft moans that leave your mouth are like a siren song to Jaehyun’s ears, your body calling him yet he’s stuck in place by your authority over him. If this was under any other circumstances, Jaehyun can name all the things he would do to you right now. You teasing him like this was just down right humiliating, Jaehyun was a man notorious for being in control with women. If he didn’t need the money so badly he would be ripping this blindfold off and fucking you into your bed so hard that you would forget your own name. But he wasn’t in charge, you were. So he has to sit still and take what you give him, even if it means listening to you get off on a toy while he was sitting right here eager to do anything for you.

You call his name as you pleasure yourself but even you become frustrated with how close you’re getting just to sit on the edge of bliss. You turn the vibrator off and place it to the side before running your fingers through your folds. With your legs spread in front of him, if Jaehyun were to take off his blindfold right at this second he would see how impossibly wet you are. But you’re betting he can hear it by the way he licks his lips and the soft groan that escapes him as you stroke yourself.

“What do you want from me?” He asks, with a desperation in his voice that you hadn’t heard thus far, “What do I have to do for you to use me instead?” His pleading tone makes your core clench, he’s practically begging. Which you could tell was a very rare occurrence from him.

You sit up slightly so that you can see him better. His brows are knit together and his entire body is flushed a light tinge of pink. What catches your eyes though is the sight of his angry red cock, pulsing with need. “What do you want?” You ask, your eyes glancing back to his face to see his eyebrows raise and a look of excitement flashes across his features.

“Would you let me taste you?” He asks softly but with an edge of confidence as your own eyes raise at his assertive tone. The smirk that crosses your features indicates your mischievousness as you rebut, “How bad do you want to?” Your question doesn’t seem to throw him off like you thought it would, with only a light display of embarrassment becoming present on his face as he replies, “So bad.”

You make him wait for a minute and the silence hanging in the air makes him think you’ll say no but you spread your legs wider and mumble out, “Go on then.” That’s all it takes for him to practically jump up, however he doesn't come up the bed to you. He instead searches for your foot before tugging you down to the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees when he thinks he has you placed where he wants. His soft hands run up from your knees to your thighs as he leans into your core, taking in your scent. You hear a short “fuck” escape from his lips and Jaehyun only wishes that he could see your pretty pussy. He almost has you jumping from his grip when his warm tongue makes experimental touches against your inner thighs, so close to where you want him. “Jaehyun.” The tone in your voice is once again warning, willing him to cut out the teasing and get on with it.

He hums against you and gives you no warning when he suddenly parts your lips with the pads of his thumbs and presses his tongue into your heat. Your hands immediately fly to his head pushing him closer as your thighs enclose around his head. Drawn out moans fight their way from your chest into the air as you feel his hot tongue dart inside your dripping hole over and over again. Pulling back from you, you watch the look of concentration on his face as he tries to go at it blindly and you admire the sight of the dark fabric of the blindfold against his pale skin.

You however get no more than a second of this before he is dipping back in, eager to show you that you should’ve used him from the start. He directs his attention to your clit and uses his thumb and index finger to squeeze it together lightly between the two, before he uses his tongue to poke at it in fast strokes. A series of curses and whines leave your mouth in a hurry, the feeling of his technique nothing like you’ve ever experienced before. While you are distracted one of his fingers begins to probe at your entrance and you don’t notice until he pushes it into you slowly. Your back arches and you once again grip his hair to hold him close as he pumps the digit inside of your heat. Making up your mind, you decide to pull the blindfold from his head, tossing it elsewhere in the room.

Jaehyun’s eyes adjust quickly to the light of the space and he is immediately grateful to you for not only taking off the blindfold but also for having such a pretty pussy like he had hoped. Your wetness drips down from the finger that’s inside you to pool around his knuckles, and before you can breathe he’s ducking back down to latch his lips around your clit. He adds another finger to your hole carefully and begins to suck harshly on your bundle of nerves, his obvious motivation right now to see you come apart in front of him.

Your grip on his hair is tight and only makes him groan into your core when your fingernails graze his scalp. The vibration sent through you in turn has your core beginning to clench as the pressure of pleasure builds within you.

Jaehyun senses your state by your rigid muscles and the raise in pitch of your moans, and works to double his efforts. His fingers draw in and out of your heat at a rapid pace and his mouth suctioning on your clit with his tongue occasionally poking through to prod at it has you seeing stars behind your lids. You cum faster than you ever have when a guy’s gone down on you. The overwhelming pleasure that consumes you as you gush out onto his awaiting tongue has your body twitching while he lets your hips ride against his face.

When you finally slump back down onto the bed, your muscles are spent and your pussy is still clenching from the power of the orgasm. Jaehyun’s fluffy hair tickles at your thighs as he brings his head back up, a primal look in his eyes as a smile graces his lips. Your mouth twitches into a similar state as you raise a brow, “Why do you look so happy?”

He shrugs in response before sitting up on his knees, “I bet you wish you let me do that sooner.” His smug expression has your eyes narrowing, a playful hint passing through them. “Why don’t you come sit up here Jaehyun, get up off the floor.” You say indicating for him to lay in the space to your left.

He stands up to his full height and you begin to remember how good it feels to order around a man who could easily overpower you. It’s even better when you realise that they don’t want to. The bed dips as he lays down beside you and you turn on your side to face him, your faces millimetres from one anothers.

His eyes hold scepticism as you run your fingertips over his chest, tracing special patterns around his nipples. You feel him shiver under your touch as you do so. Quickly and before he can react you flick his right nipple causing a low hiss to escape his parted lips. “What a sensitive little thing you are, Jaehyun.” You muse, once again a touch of mockery slipping into the speculation.

Your eyes catch his as a breath escapes him. Maintaining his gaze, you slowly lower your mouth to his chest where you let a dribble of spit slip past your lips before it falls directly onto the flicked nipple. He sharply inhales and you find yourself tingling at the effect you have on him. You do the same to his other nipple before you blow on both of them. Exchanging from the right to the left.

The harsh temperature change on his sensitive buds has his lids half closing and short pants escaping him before drawing your attention down to his leaking cock. You hum lighlty as you resume flicking his nippples slowly, watching for any signs of actual pain but you only see pleasure enveloping his features as a drawn out breath turns into a whine. Again the easily flustered man immediately tries to catch the sound in his throat, but it’s too late.

Your eyes zero in on the way he tosses his head to the side in embarrassment and you take this opportunity to lean up and press hard marks to the soft skin of his throat. You surprise him with a pinch to the nipples as you do so, and his hands immediately fly to your waist attempting to pull you on top of him. You pull back and tut, a borderline condescending look on your face as his eyes plead with you to stop teasing and give him what he wants.

You trail a hand up his thigh tauntingly before stopping just beside his cock. The head pulses almost violently and you wonder if this is what it must feel like for him to have ‘blue balls’. Jaehyun thinks the exact same thing.

“Do you want me to touch you here?” You question almost sadistically as your fingers dance around where he wants you most. He begins to squirm under your touch and he nods his head. You pretend to ponder the thought, “I think you should ask.” you say in amusement as his head shakes.

“Touch me.” The demand leaves you slightly stunned but a smirk makes its way to your lips. You grasp his cock suddenly, the tight, dry friction on his sensitive dick having him all but yelp in pain whilst his hips thrust into your grip in contradiction. You lean forward slightly, your smile a sheet hiding your teeth that you display threateningly, “Ask nicely.”

HIs body heaves in need and the slight pain of your grip and your show of aggressive dominance causes a shameful moan to grace the air. “Please. Touch me.” He rushes out in an attempt to mask the sound. You sit back on your heels, a satisfied smile replacing the sadistic one. “Good boy. You’ll find doing what I say works in your favour.” You pretend to not notice the way his thighs tremble at the pet name, instead choosing to spare him of the added embarrassment.

You place yourself in between his legs and lean down, but before you can get too close to his leaking member, a hand finds its way into your hair. “No.” You all but growl and the pressure is immediately gone, almost making you wonder if you had imagined it. But as you look up to him from your position the way he turns his head to the side and gulps shows you you hadn’t.

You choose to let it slide, figuring it was a habit and it would be mean to punish him for it straight away. However as you once again lean closer to his cock his hand is back, this time tangling in your hair. Your sharp eyes puncture him before your words can as you lean over him, your body pressed firmly against his. “For fucks sake Jaehyun, can your stupid little horny brain not comprehend that no means no.” His wide eyed response almost makes you think that your outburst was too much for him but when he swallows a deep groan and thrusts emptily into your thigh, you know. This little shit is getting off to this more than you thought.

You grab his wrists so tightly you swear your nails leave imprints on him and another moan tumbles from his lips. You breathe harshly, almost annoyed he’s becoming more and more turned on as you become increasingly tired of his antics. You thrust his arms forward above his head causing your boobs to bounce and land an inch or two from his face. His barely open eyes snap to your exposed nipples as he arches himself from the bed, lifting his face to your chest and in turn, causing friction to occur between your tightly pressed bodies.

His thigh between your legs rubs at your clit deliciously and your eyes all but roll back as his mouth connects with your hardened bud. With your weight still pressing his wrists out of reach he is rendered almost useless and a shot of arousal shoots through your core. You slowly start to grind your pussy against his bare thigh and the sensation has a short gasp pulled from your throat. Jaehyun moans against your nipple as his teeth lightly scrape over the sensitive skin. He tenses his thigh as he switches his attention to the other breast, popping the last from his mouth.

You continue to rock against him, completely aware of how your own thigh pushes against his balls and lower shaft, causing him slight relief along with an appreciated ting of pain. He seems to mostly get off to how you use him though. The way you tend to lose yourself in the feeling, almost completely forgetting he was there and only focusing on your own pleasure has his mind foggy. “You just let me use you, don't you.” You chuckle, a borderlining scary glint passing through your eyes but it only makes him want for you more.

You release his wrists from your grip in favour of placing them either side of his head as you sit yourself up in a more comfortable position and the movement has your chest leaving his reach. So you can continue rocking your cunt against his toned thigh but also be close enough to his face for what you wanted to try. You raise your right hand slowly up to his neck before wrapping your fingers loosely around the column of his throat. His eyes immediately close and a light hum of appreciation that exits you turns to an elicit moan as he moves his thigh in a way that has your clit being pressed against it in just the right way.

With this, your fingers tighten slightly and you feel as his hands twitch above his head where you left them. You lower your head so that your lips hover above his, “Good boy, just lightly. It feels good.” He gasps as you choose this moment to slip his pulsing head into your entrance. A slight rotation of your hips is all it takes and he slips in easily, filling you almost too good. Again, your grip on his throat tightens and you know when the sensation of both hits him as he lets out a gorgeous moan, the sound causing you to tighten around him as you begin to pop your hips on his cock.

Jaehyun was about to cum. You could feel it by the way he seems to expand inside you, and you wouldn’t blame him. He’s been on edge for a while and the combination of your pussy wrapped around him and your fingers tightly wrapped around his neck, would have him seeing stars. Though, you won’t let it be over that fast. You don’t know Jaehyun’s body well enough to know what his recovery period would be and you are not paying as much as you are to let him cum that fast in your pussy.

Just as you feel he’s only a stroke or two from exploding you lift off him, causing a pitiful whine of his to fill the room. You release your grip on his neck in favour of tangling your fist in his hair tightly and leaning down. “You know it can’t be that easy baby.” You pout, the now familiar mocking tone present in your voice.

“What the actual hell.” He groans, pulling his head to the side, almost purposefully so that the tug on his hair is harder. You place a gentle kiss on his sharp jawline before patting his chest, caressing him so lightly as to not rile him into cumming untouched. When enough time had passed that you were satisfied he was again far from orgasm, you slowly sunk down on him again.

Jaehyun tries not to move, he really does, but he’s just so fucking sensitive from beging edged. He cries out curse words as you move against him slowly. His back arches off the bed and trying to sooth his mind, you tug at his roots till his head tips back again and you lower your head to litter light kisses on his throat. Now marked with light hickeys and obvious marks from where your fingers were tightly coiled around his neck.

All of these light touches and soft movements bring Jaehyun closer to cumming much faster than he thought he could but like before, you felt his impending orgasm and chose to lift right off of him. He whines a hopelessly loud cry and attempts to usher you back down on him by lifting his hips. When you don't budge he frustratingly brings one of his hands that he had so nicely kept above his head, between the two of you where he grasps his cock in his hand. Hissing from the sensitivity of two denied orgasms, he tries powers through and tug at himself desperately.

It’s only when you pull his hand from his cock underneath you that you notice the water pooling in his tear ducts. Dear god, you made him cry. You shush him soothingly and wipe the stray tear that falls. He grabs your wrist looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Safeword?” You question. He shakes his head no and you internally smile. “Please let me cum.” he begs, a strain lingering in his voice. You nod and he prepares for you to take a seat on him when you suddenly roll to the side making him panic. You weren’t going to leave him like this were you? Pay him and send him home?

“No, no, no. Please.” he pleads before you connect your lips with his, encouraging him to roll to his side as well. He melts into the kiss, easily letting you lead as he obliges, fully facing you as you press yourself closer to him. You lift your leg so that you are half straddling his hip and use the heel of your foot to press his hips to yours. His cock nudges at your thigh and he shudders, lightly placing one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist. Silently asking for permission. When you don’t push him away, he deepens the kiss, moaning into your mouth as you reach a hand down to grasp him softly and align him to your entrance once again.

He doesn't push himself into you. He seems to have learnt better than that in your short time together. So when you once again press your heel to his ass he gets the hint and jolts into you. His mouth gapes open as you continue to kiss him and small whimpers fall from your own mouth. It’s been a struggle for you too, don’t be mistaken. As everytime he gets edged, effectively, so do you. So when he does finally start to rut his hips into yours you know he won’t last long. His movements are slow and deep as he fights his own sensitivity to finally tip over the edge.

It feels intimate. The position, the pace, the way he parts from your mouth to look you in the eyes before his lids close in bliss everytime you squeeze around him. You know very well by now when he's getting close so when you feel him begin to throb inside you, you guide his hand on your waist between the two of you and you think he gets the idea. He presses small, slow and sensual circles on your clit that has you quickly tipped over the edge. Your body in turn convulses as he rides you through your high. The pulsing and tight heat of your pussy around him paired with the contractions from your orgasm has his own high crashing into him. The most beautiful sounds leave his raw throat as his eyes screw shut, his grip on you tightening and you swear you’ve never seen a prettier sight.

The next few moments you two just spend lying in each other's arms, both too sensitive to move until you know that your pussy has held him captive long enough. You gently pull away from him, lowering your leg back down to your side. Another moment passes and Jaehyun still has his eyes closed and you almost think you’ve given him a heart attack. “I don’t want to leave.” he mumbles and you almost laugh in relief.

“You don't have to leave right now Jaehyun.” You asure and his eyes peel open, grip still tight around your waist.

“No, you don’t get it. I don’t want to just go and never see you again.” His voice is barely above a whisper and you find yourself caught in thoughts. Does this mean he’s caught some sort of feelings? I mean you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything but this was only supposed to be a one time thing.

You go to move, trying to untangle yourself from his arms and avoiding his gaze. “Look Jaehyun, I’ll just get your money-”

He pulls you close to him so that your noses are nearly touching and your heart thumps hard in your chest as his eyes make contact with yours. “I don’t want the money. I want you.”

You sigh in relief once again. “I want you too.”

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filthgarbage86 · 9 months

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Down the Hallway

summary: Eddie and best friend!reader are hanging out and having a sleep over. reader goes to shower and Eddie hears something very interesting…

cw/tw: shower sex, oral (f!recieving), friends-to-lovers, childhood friend, internalized guilt, dirty talk, standing sex? I guess? I think?

Imagine this:

Friday night, middle of summer, and you and Eddie are having a sleepover like you always have. You chat all night, you watch movies, do games or puzzles, make characters together, and more, you just talk to each other. You could talk to each other for hours and hours and hours.

And the more Eddie was around that, the more you showed effort and kindness and a type of affection that was so specific to him that he wanted more. He wanted to treat you so so well, wanted to prove that he was able to fulfill all your hopes and dreams, you wanted to be that more than anything in the world.

But you would never date him. There’s no way. You two have known each other since shaved head for him and braces for you. He’s seen you cry, scream, struggle, everything. You have been through heaven and hell together.

She would never want to change that. He felt like he should never want to change that. What was he thinking? There’s no way he could chance that, the idea of losing her or not being able to know or see or care for her ever again kills him. He was willing to push aside his feelings for so long because he would rather not ruin things and keep you in his life than ever chance losing you forever.

You two had gotten into another round of just talking to each other with such creativity bouncing off each other, his energy addictive and you just wanted to lean into but you were too guarded. But it was so exciting to see it from him…

The night was coming to an end, you were exhausted and needing to get through your nighttime routine. You head down the hallway to the bathroom in Eddie’s trailer and figure you can relieve some of the tension in your lower regions. You turn on the water until it’s steaming, and you climb in and get started.

You are closing your eyes, squeezing one of your nipples while your other hand slips on down and starts slowly drawing circles onto your clit. You imagine it’s Eddie doing it, you imagine him leaning into you, pressing his chest against your back. You whimper, moaning a small “Eddie”; hoping he wasn’t listening.

At first he wasn’t. He thought he had made it up. Did you really call for him? Why did it sound different?

He’s starting to slowly make his way down the hallway when he hears out in the hallway and longer, more desperate moan “edddiiiieeee” and he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The first time he was sure it was a dream; now he’s heard it again, but maybe it wasn’t in that context. He quietly opens the door to the bathroom to see you outlined in steam and he feels his jaw drop and his breathing hitch/stop immediately. He cannot believe what he is seeing, he’s seeing you, leg up on the shower ledge, and hand in a position that has him seeing stars from how drunk he is off this in real life fantasy.

He sat there watching your silhouette in the shower, deathly still, and ears listening- waiting- to hear something from you-

“Oh my gosh Eddie please”

He is immediately taking off all of his clothes, dropping them to the floor, the fastest change he’s ever done. He opens up the door to the shower and pull you by the hips as he stands behind you and takes over exactly as you were. You jolt in shock, realization, and then melt into his touch.

“Please what sweetheart? I heard you needed me. You called for me, what do you need sweet thing?”

You moan at his words, you knew right there you were fucked. You reach back to his head on your shoulder and grab a handful of his hair and pull him closer into you. He groans at the pull and the closeness of you, grinding up behind you to add wonderful friction.

“I need you. Please.”

“Anything you want, I’m yours.”

“I want you to eat me out”

Say no more, he was already grabbing onto your hips and turning your back towards the wall once again, to where the water was still keeping you warm but ultimately was leaving eddie so soaked and he loves it. He is on his knees, pressing kisses all the way down your body, tummy, hips, thighs, and finally he’s looking up at you like he’s on his knees praying to his God. he spreads your legs a little and has you sitting on his face, hands on your thighs and pulling you and supporting you on his face completely.

He is in there, he immediately is inserting his tongue into you and slurping you up obscenely and you get dizzy after 5 minutes of it. He is making sure he drinks up every inch of inside you and cleaning you up so so well. He come out and starts licking stripes up to your clit repeatedly at a slow but hard pace. You’re grinding into him, riding his tongue and swirling your hips in circles chasing it while he decides to insert a finger into you at an equally grueling pace.

“Eddie oh my GOD please keep doing that, feels so so so good”

Your praise has his eyes rolling to the back of his head and moaning, adding vibration to the stimulation that Eddie was performing on you. You’re heaving moaning breathes and sounding profoundly pornographic, you are so lucky you’re home alone.

You start getting dizzy from everything but it’s not enough. You need him inside of you, now.

“Eddie please, I need you”

He is standing up and kissing you hungrily while you taste yourself all over his tongue and lips. He is covered in your wetness and continues to get mixed in with the shower water and it tastes heavenly. You were both holding each other so close and just feasting on one another, until you can’t wait anymore.

“Eddie i need you to fuck me. now.”

He moans into your mouth “I’ve waited for so long for you to ask me that”

He grabs the underside of your legs and encourage you again the wall a bit and starts to sink into you. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck and your face in the crook of his shoulder. You’re licking and kissing and sucking every drop of water off his body and leaving marks everywhere absentmindedly.

He sinks into you and starts to lower your hips and eager hole onto him and both of you are sighing in relief and want. You are hungry for him, taking him inch by inch no problem from how wet he made you and you needed him to rail into you.

Luckily for you, he couldn’t hold that back. He arches his hips back, taking out most of his cock out and then grinds back into your hips. His hold on your hips are still vice and guide you up and down in the rhythm of his hips. It has you groaning, the friction, the rhythm, the pressure, he was fucking the brains out of you. You couldn’t say anything besides your begging moans and Eddie’s name.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to show you that I can be what you want, I can fulfill your needs. Whatever you need, whatever you want, I. Would. Do. It”

he says, punctuation with his movements and drilling into you. The sounds of skin are buzzing off the wall and you know you’re close. You start tightening around him and he can feel it

“You feeling good baby? You wanna cum? You gonna come for me?” You just nod and moan a little mhm to him, eyes screwed shut, whimpering into the crook of his neck and biting gently into his shoulder. Your climax hits you like a wave and is rushing through you, making your hips go absolutely wild and you tense up Eddie is convinced for a second you’re being possessed and it has him obsessed. He doesn’t last long at all after that and is cumming hard into you, it immediately dripping out of you.

You both stand there, holding each other and trying to catch your breathe. It takes a few minutes but wordlessly, Eddie starts cleaning you up. He starts by gently cleaning up his cum out of you trying not to overstimulate you but you kind of love it. He grabs your soap and gentle washes you off, giving you massages along the way. Kissing your shoulders, just overall showing so much care towards you.

He dries you off and helps you dress and you dress him, and you walk to his bed and immediately lay down. He offers you to cuddle into him and you immediately accept the invite. You both sigh contently.

“So what made you make a move?”

“I heard you from down the hallway and I couldn’t ignore you.”

“You said you’ve wanted this for a long time?”

You look up and he’s blushing a little. You wouldn’t have seen it without the bathroom light peaking out. “I think I’ve always wanted you, I just didn’t know it. But your love makes me feel so safe and all I want to do is treat you well. I’ve always wanted to show you how easy it is to love you, even when it’s hard, even when you’re anything. I’ve always know you were it for me.”

You were stunned. You genuinely had no idea how to respond but you’re just in awe. There’s no way you could be this lucky, this isn’t real.

“If you don’t feel the same way, I will understand. I will keep my distance but please I cannot lose you from my life. You’re so important to me and our relationship can be as romantic or platonic as you want.”

You lean up and give him a long, sweet, gentle kiss that tells him all he needs to know. He hugs into you, and smiles into the kiss. He was going to kill you. “I’m a lot to take care of.”

“I know”

“I’m a lot of work and I need a lot of patience”

“I’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Even if I’m poor or fat or weird or crazy or-“

“Yes. Unconditionally.”

“Then I’m all yours.”

And he squeezes you so close “and I’m all yours.” While you two doze into sleep in each others arms.

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Authors Notes: I was so excited to have an idea to write after having writers block for so long also like sorry to be horny on main but the devotion? Sexy and what I’m tryin to be you know? Love this and love this concept, I hope you guys love it too!

If you want to see anything or have any requests, I would love some ideas and some prompts! Any like, comment, or reblog is so appreciated!! Enjoy!!

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things 4 #friends to lovers #shower sex!eddie Munson

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atom-writings · 7 months

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Let's give the East Asians some love! Japan, China, Hong Kong and Taiwan

Let's do falling asleep on top of them (Like on their shoulder or lap) (gender neutral or masculine please)

Please.

hetalia east asians when their crush falls asleep on their shoulder

1.0k words ~ gender neutral scenarios

tw: none!

a/n: guys i really like taiwan have i never mentioned that i really love taiwan

Japan

Once your head hit his shoulder, Kiku stiffened. What to others on the train presumably looked like nothing out of the regular, was to Kiku, a terror he had wished upon himself.

He'd seen movies, read plenty of books, and heard more than his fair share of music where this happened. At night, he lay awake imagining you doing this exact thing to him, yet now, here, he was panicking. What was he supposed to do?

Touching you would be a little violating, wouldn't it? So he made sure his hands were nowhere near your sleeping body. He wanted to, he wanted to brush your hair out of your face, grasping onto your perfectly placed shoulder, but NO!

He couldn't let himself do that, even as it practically seemed that you were beckoning him to. So, all he could do was watch as your chest fell and rose in sync with his. Or well, it was in sync with his at the start, but now his heart rate must be that of a man running an uphill marathon.

Every moment that you stirred, a little more blood rushed to his face. It's embarrassing, isn't it? People must think he's creepy, or that you're strangers or-

“S-Sorry...” You mumble out, your voice raspy from sleep.

“Oh!- it's uh- it was only a mistake, don't worry-”

“How long was I out?”

“Only a minute,” He stuttered, lying through his teeth.

“Wait, why is your face all red?”

“No reason!” He concluded, desperately pulling out his phone to avoid your gaze.

China

When your head fell limp against his shoulder, all Yao could do was sigh. Once again, young people had no self-control. What was he to do with you?

Although he made every effort to appear as exasperated as possible to the people sitting around you two, it was clear it was an act. After a minute passed, he loudly sighed again, before wrapping his arm around your waist.

He tried to gently pull you closer against him without you waking up, but once you stirred; he let go of your waist completely.

Instead, he covered his face with one of his hands, while the other hovered awkwardly over your body.

This was shameful, absolutely embarrassing- on your end, he means. He's an innocent party in this! You're just tempting him to hold you and cuddle with you and show you all of the pent-up affection he has for you, and in PUBLIC NO LESS!

Well, maybe he can entertain your teasing a little bit, he decides as he holds onto your hip protectively once again.

Although he internally wanted this moment to last forever, that wasn't realistic.

”Hey, hey, wake up already...“ Yao tells you quietly, his tone betraying his blunt phrasing.

”Whuh?“ You sputter out, suddenly coming to and shooting up from his shoulder.

”Don't be that embarrassed to be near me-“

”I wasn't- Yao, are you blushing?“

”No! I am a thousand-year-old man, I am beyond... BLUSHING!“ And, to prove his point, he immediately got up and ran out of the room.

Hong Kong

”This is fine,“ Chun told himself, ”This is fine and also, completely normal.“

Fortunately, his face didn't betray those thoughts in the slightest. To anyone who didn't have an encyclopaedic knowledge of his expressions, it would seem as if he hadn't even noticed your sleeping body, fallen on his lap.

It would also seem to most people that he was sitting almost completely still as he continued sipping from his soda. But to you, it was like laying on a massage chair. Somehow, his shaking was subtle and fast enough to only be noticeable to the two of you.

But when you stirred, moving close to his hips for support, he couldn't help but jump up.

You woke up, immediately groaning in pain as your head hit the table.

”Chun- wha- was I sleeping on you?“

”Maybe- ok, yeah you did, but like, it's no big deal!“ He sputtered out, looking both annoyed and embarrassed.

”Wh- ... ok?“

”Do you like, never sleep? Jeez...” He crossed his arms, refusing to sit back down with you.

You looked up at him, reading him like a book, ”Yeah, but it's no big deal right?”

“Uh, that's a big deal! How are you supposed to be healthy with no sleep?”

“Aw, do you care about my health?”

His jaw dropped for a moment, before he forced his disinterested expression back onto his face, “Whatever... you're the weird one.“

Taiwan

It would be a lie for Mei to say she wasn't enjoying herself while you napped on her shoulder. To her, the only thing making this moment any more perfect was the fact that the two of you were all alone. She didn't have to hide her blush or act shy about her hidden affections towards you.

So, the moment your limp head closed the distance, she took your hand. Her hands were soft as they intertwined with yours, and she smelled of jasmine. As you slept, she didn't hesitate to gently run her fingers up and down your arm, only sending you deeper and deeper into sleep.

Why, you could've slept like this forever, and Mei would've loved every second.

She gripped your hand a little tighter, shaking you gently.

“Time to wake up...” she whispered as your eyes began to flutter open.

“Huh... how long have I been out?”

She giggled, “A while!”

“Oh, I'm sorry!”

“No, no, it was fine!” As she smiled at you, it felt like the sun on a warm summer day.

”Really?”

“Yes, of course! I'm just glad you got some sleep,” Mei tells you softly, “Did I make a good pillow?”

“Y-Yeah, real good...“

”But does this mean I get to be the man now? Because I would love to-“

”Mei!“

”Don't worry, I'll always have you home before 7.“ She teases.

”MEI!“

#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #yao tag #aph china x reader #hws china x reader #kiku tag #aph japan x reader #hws japan x reader #chun tag #aph hong kong x reader #hws hong kong x reader #mei tag #aph taiwan x reader #hws taiwan x reader #not proofread at all

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lighthouseas · 2 years

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the beating of our hearts is the only sound

Mike is going to a wedding. His favorite part isn't the food, or the actual wedding part. Oh no. His favorite part is the dancing. Why? Because Will is there, of course. And he is going to ask Will to dance perfectly normally in a very romantic and cute way. Hopefully. Probably.

TW/CW: swearing

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ahaha byler at a jopper wedding and mike being awkward enjoy

the beginning was inspired by a tumblr post by @imyoursgiogio !!

Alright, you can do this.

Mike straightened his tie, which, weirdly, was starting to feel like it was strangling him. He stared straight ahead with a look that was…seductive? But also cute. And inviting. And wow, was he already completely failing at this.

“Hey,” Mike offered a half smirk, “wanna…” he paused, motioning around his room, eyebrows quirking up, “y’know?”

Oh my god.

Internally, Mike slapped himself in the face. He scanned his appearance again, in the mirror, and immediately felt as though he looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. His stomach was in knots. Okay, again.

Mike cleared his throat, offering his mirror finger guns and making an odd clicking noise with his mouth. “Hey,” he whispered, “wanna dance- oh god, that’s even worse.”

Again.

“Hey, I was just wondering, y’know, there’s music, and stuff, and we both don’t have dancing partners, and like, it’s a wedding, you kind of need to dance- goddamnit.”

Again.

“Dance with me? Like, now?”

FUCK.

“I love you and I want you to put your arms around me and-”

“Mike? Who’re you talking to?”

And just like that, Mike saw his entire life flash before his eyes. He turned around, trying not to implode. Holly tilted her head curiously back at him. Mike could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smirk flash across her face, but he hoped that maybe he just imagined it.

“I- uh- no one.”

“I heard you talking. You were trying to ask someone to dance.”

“Just…uh…practicing.”

“For what?”

“Nothing,” Mike sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Sometimes he forgot he had a little sister who was more than happy to barge in on him anytime she pleased. “Why are you in here, anyways?”

“Mom says it’s time to go. The wedding is starting soon and you’re taking forever.”

“Right. Fuck. Sorry. Shit, shit, shit…” Mike straightened his tie absentmindedly before bolting out of his bedroom, leaving Holly in the dust. His stomach was in knots, and he was so nervous that he neglected to think of the fact that he just accidentally taught Holly two new swear words. He’d definitely be hearing that from his mom later.

***

The ride to the venue was, in Mike’s mind, terrifying. Holly was staring into his soul and he was fidgeting in his seat and if he could’ve jumped out of the car and ran there himself he would have. He didn’t have a plan.

“Mike, are you okay, sweetie? You look…pale,” Karen commented, looking nervously into the passenger seat where Mike sat.

Mike snapped out of his nervous daze, whipping his head around to look at his mother. “Fine! Just excited!” His voice was about three octaves too high, and Karen definitely noticed. She removed a hand from the steering wheel, using it to place a hand on Mike’s shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay if you’re a little nervous. It’s been a hard year… years, for all of us.” Karen looked at both Mike and Holly, offering them a soft smile. “But I want both of you to have fun today, alright? It’s a big day for Joyce and Jim. And Will, and Jonathan…”

Mike’s mother kept talking, but he neglected to actually hear what she was saying. His stomach was currently doing backflips.

How is everyone else so calm about this?

Oh right. That’s why.

As the Wheelers stepped out of the car, Mike took notice of the Party standing on top of the hill. Everyone was there.

Ranger, Mage, Bard, Zoomer…

Wait.

“Hey, Mike.”

Fuck.

Mike coughed awkwardly, trying his best to look Will in the eye. “Hey.”

Without realizing he was doing it, Mike looked Will up and down, taking in his full appearance. He was wearing a suit and tie that fit him really well, and his usual bowlcut was styled in such a way that made Mike’s heart nearly stop beating. It was tousled, and clearly had some sort of hairspray in it (Mike half wondered if Steve had helped Will out) and wow, Will looked about a thousand times better than he did.

“C’mon. Everyone’s waiting for you. Nancy was getting worried.”

“Right.”

Will began walking up the hill towards the Party; Karen was busy talking to Lucas’s mother; and Mike was frozen in place.

“Mike. Are you just gonna stand there?”

Mike flinched, looking down at his little sister, standing, forgotten, by his side.

“What- oh- yeah.”

Holly smirked, giving her brother a playful shove. “I hope you get to dance tonight. Wouldn’t want all that practice to go to waste.”

Mike seriously wanted to die.

***

So far, the night was going smoothly.

So far.

It’d only been about an hour. The procession had started, and Mike was sitting amongst the Party minus Will and El due to the fact that they wanted to sit up front to see Joyce and Hopper. Everyone looked beautiful, and Mike knew he was supposed to be staring at the bride and groom and the pretty dresses and Erica who was scurrying down the aisle and throwing flowers on everyone (mostly Lucas- she’d used up half her basket of petals dumping them on his head) but he couldn’t manage to tear his eyes away from the brown haired, hazel eyed, absolutely stunning creature that was Will Byers (nearly Hopper-Byers) sitting up front.

His heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

He must’ve stared off into oblivion because the next thing he knew he heard “you may kiss the bride!” and a lot of clapping and cheering. And some crying (he could’ve sworn it was coming from Max but she was sure to wipe the tears away before she thought anyone would notice). Mike shook himself, clapping and cheering along with everyone else. He was happy for Joyce, and Hopper, and El, and Jonathan, and…

Will turned around. For a moment, everything around Mike seemed to slow as hazel eyes met brown. Will was smiling, and it seemed as though all of the sunlight that had bathed the wedding was coming from him. His eyes glistened as he looked at Mike, and he felt so close. So close that Mike could reach out, pull him in, and wrap him in a tight embrace that lasted for an eternity.

Then, just like that, the moment was over.

Will sat down again, and Mike’s heart stopped racing. He swallowed hard, sitting back down. He felt very hot, even though it was a rather cool evening.

But, despite this- he felt better. Stronger.

Just a few more hours.

***

Mike was beginning to regret where he had decided to sit for dinner.

He figured it wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t a super big wedding dinner like rich people always had. Just a buffet with various foods to choose from and then some tables to sit at. Easy. Plus, Mike was hungry.

Nancy had decided to go sit with Jonathan, Steve, and Robin. Max and El were in a corner, giggling about something while El bit into a waffle that she had gotten from who-knows-where, Lucas, Dustin, and Erica were having an intense conversation about DnD in another corner of the room, his mother was off fawning over Joyce, and Will…

Well, he was standing. Alone. And Mike was sitting by himself, playing with his food and unable to focus. He inhaled sharply through his nose, glancing over in Will’s direction. His gaze met Will’s, and oh my god this lighting makes him look so pretty, wait, stop, shut up, and without thinking, Mike motioned him over to the table. Will gladly complied, plopping down in the seat across from Mike- far enough across that it wasn’t, for lack of a better term, weird.

“So, uh,” Mike mumbled, poking his chicken with his fork, “how does it feel?”

Will raised an eyebrow. “How does what feel?”

“I dunno. Your mom marrying Hopper. How does it feel?” Mike was normally very good at making conversation but now he was failing miserably, and he wanted to choke on his food so he had an excuse to leave the room.

“Normal, I guess. It’s not much different from before, when they were just dating. I just thought the whole wedding scene was…I guess…a little boring?” Will chuckled at the last part.

“Oh, yeah. I get that. I totally zoned out for most of the ceremony.” Mike instantly regretted saying that, as he had conveniently left out the part explaining why he’d zoned out.

Will laughed at that. “Shouldn’t have expected anything less.”

“Ha. Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

There was an awkward silence between the two of them, and Mike fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. He needed to find something to talk about. Now.

“So…uhm…when does the dancing start?”

Will gave him a questioning look. “After dinner?”

“Great. Cool…that’s, like, my favorite part. Of this- stuff. Like, the music, and the lights, and…and…dancing…stuff...” with every word, Mike had the increasing urge to launch himself off the top of a building.

“Right,” Will replied, suddenly having gone a rather deep shade of red.

The rest of dinner was spent in uncomfortable silence, with Mike occasionally breaking it to talk about the “great food” and Will simply nodding along. Mike felt like slapping himself.

This was so much easier with El.

He supposed years of repressed, and then, eventually, open pining could do that to a person. Make them suddenly awkward and about as smooth as a jagged rock. If Will was picking up on Mike’s poor attempt at flirting, he was definitely not showing it, and Mike didn’t blame him. Or maybe he just wasn’t picking up on it. Maybe Mike was stupid to think he should make tonight all about him and Will. He felt like Will was suddenly judging him and he couldn’t handle it.

“I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” Mike had barely taken any bites of his food, but he didn’t really care. He just needed to hide. Immediately.

As soon as he was in the bathroom, he was met with the mirror hanging over the sink. Mike was sweating. And shaking. His tie was crooked. He’d tied his hair back in a low, messy bun, because hey, he thought it might look cool, but now it looked lopsided.

He was going to be in here for a while.

Might as well get some more practice in.

Mike gulped, adjusting his hair and tie before extending a hand towards the mirror.

“Wanna…dance?”

Oh god.

***

Mike had been joking when he said dancing was his favorite part of weddings. Actually, this was the first wedding he’d ever been to so he couldn’t possibly have known that. He’d only really said it in order to impress Will.

But now, he was starting to think that dancing would be his favorite part.

The lighting in the venue room was absolutely stunning. It was a mix of yellows and blues and all of the colors that brought joy to Mike’s world, to everyone’s world. He watched as Joyce and Hopper stepped onto the dance floor to have their first dance. They were soon joined by several other couples that Mike didn’t know, and then Nancy and Jonathan, and then Lucas and Max, and El. Everyone was having fun. Even Dustin and Steve were having fun, making up odd dances that Erica was making faces at.

Mike searched the dance floor, looking for a particular face, but in the sea of people, he was left dumbfounded.

“Over there.”

Mike nearly jumped out of his skin. Holly smiled up at him, pointing a finger towards the other side of the dance floor. There, Will sat, slouched and looking rather crestfallen. Mike’s heart dropped.

“I know you like him. Go dance with him!” With that, Holly skipped away towards Karen, leaving Mike to stand, shaking, staring mindlessly at Will.

Over the speakers around the dance floor, Mike heard the opening sound of “I Think We’re Alone Now” begin to play. It was a fairly new song; he remembered both him and Will liking it. For some reason, it was making his heart beat even faster.

Will had finally noticed his staring, and the two locked eyes for the second time that night. At that moment, the blue and yellow lights met to make green, and Mike was filled with newfound courage. Without a second thought, he marched across the dance floor. In the midst of his determination, however, he managed to crash into about five different people and just as he reached Will, he stumbled…

And fell on his face.

Fantastic.

“Shit, Mike, are you alright?” Will quickly offered a hand to help Mike up, and Mike took it without thinking.

The two were face to face, now, and Mike was feeling very woozy. Maybe he’d hit his head on the way down. Will’s hair was suddenly looking a lot softer and fluffier and his eyes were sparkling and before he could stop himself, Mike was speaking. His initial rehearsed piece he was going to recite to Will that he’d made up in the men’s bathroom was thrown out the window. Okay, it was probably for the better, but still.

“We should dance.”

Will’s eyes widened and maybe it was the lighting, but Mike could’ve sworn he turned red.

“Like-”

“Like, together.”

“The beating of our hearts is the only sound…”

A silence befell between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Will smiled softly. “Okay. Lead the way, Michael.”

The way Will said “Michael” sent Mike’s heart aflame. Mike was still gripping Will’s hand that had helped him up from the floor, and everything felt like it was a dream. Soon, they were in the middle of the dance floor, and even though people were surrounding them on every side, it felt as though they were the only ones in the room. Mike thought he’d be more nervous about this, but all he felt was calm.

“Running just as fast as we can…”

Gently, ever so gently, Mike guided his hands to Will’s waist as Will wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck.

“Holding onto one another’s hand…”

The room was dark, but Will lit it up.

“Trying to get away into the night…”

They swayed to the music, and Mike pulled Will closer to him. This felt so natural.

“And then you put your arms around me…”

Will smirked, gripping Mike’s tie and pulling him down to his height. Mike only had about two inches on Will, but now it felt like several feet.

“And we tumble to the ground and then you say…”

“Your hair,” Will remarked, “it looks good tied back.”

Mike couldn’t stop himself. “You just look really good. Right now.”

“I think we’re alone now…”

Now Mike could properly see. As Will was briefly bathed in yellow light, Mike could clearly see the blush staining his cheeks. They were so close. Yet, still, it felt like an eternity. Everyone else had melted into one, turning into the background noise that neither Will or Mike seemed to acknowledge.

“There doesn’t seem to be anyone around…”

“I’ve always wanted to do this- to dance- with you. I was trying to be cool about asking you and…sorry I kind of failed.” Mike murmured, embarrassed.

“It’s okay. We’re dancing now….and…”

“And?”

“I think we’re alone now…”

Will looked at him, the glimmer that Mike had been seeing all night filling his eyes. Mike’s heart would not stop hammering against his ribcage, but for once, he didn’t mind.

They were at a crowded wedding, in the middle of a dance floor, but they were alone. Their love was for them alone. And Mike was leaning in, and so was Will, and the music stopped, time stopped, everything froze as green light was casted upon them and their lips met.

It was clumsy, and only lasted about five seconds, but it was enough.

“The beating of our hearts is the only sound…”

Brown eyes met hazel, and for the first time that night, Mike was okay. As he swayed to the music, as he felt Will’s arms around him, he knew it was okay. The practicing in the mirror, the butterflies, the awkwardness…

It was all worth it. Because now, they were here, together, and suddenly, it didn’t matter anymore.

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #mike wheeler x will byers #holly wheeler #holly wheeler ilysm and yes she ships byler idc #karen wheeler #jopper #a little bit of jopper bc i love them #byler fic #byler endgame #byler tumblr #mike wheeler i know what you are #will byers is gay #📝

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Break A Leg - Johnny Knoxville x Reader

request: I loved your hesfcanons about knoxville! Can i request a johnny knoxville x reader in which she is a bass guitar player from a famous punk rock band and a really good friend with steve o? Maybe he introduce her to the crew to filming jackass forever and she fell for knox

The first time you met Johnny Knoxville, you wanted to kill your best friend Steve O. Your pre concert nerves were sent into overdrive and you can’t remember if you even managed to form a coherent sentence before your bass was thrown over your shoulders and you were out there facing the crowd.

‘I don’t really know the etiquette for this kinda thing but break a leg, I guess?’ You heard his soft voice before you were ushered toward the stage, praying the smile on your face didn’t make you look like some kind of bashful idiot.

‘That seems like it’d be more common in your line of work.’

And the sound of his laugh was the last thing you heard before the roar of the crowd filled your ears.

Before Steve O could congratulate you after the show you grabbed the nearest object, which luckily for him was a couch cushion, and hit him upside the head.

‘You didn’t tell me you were bringing Johnny Knoxville! When you asked for a plus one I assumed you were bringing a date!’

‘What Johnny can’t be my date?’ He laughed as he stole your weapon from you and attempted a headshot.

‘Sure! But a heads up would’ve been nice!’ You sighed as you dodged the flying cushion and flopped on to the couch behind you.

‘Okay. Hey, heads up he’s in the next room grabbing a drink. Is that cool?’ You narrowed your eyes at his smirk, immediately sitting up so you looked a little more presentable than your previous position. ‘What’s your deal anyway?’

You avoided his eyeline, fiddling with the non-existent lint on your outfit and uttered out the only response you could think of. ‘Y’know, I just like to know who I’m playing too.’

‘I’ve known you long enough to know you’re a really bad liar, Y/N.’ Steve O laughed, earning another couch cushion launched towards him.

You’d known Steve O for years, after he had made it abundantly clear how much he loved your band’s music. In that time you’d never crossed paths with Johnny Knoxville, as between international tours and Steve O’s work it made it difficult to see each other as much as you’d have liked.

So later that night, when Steve O invited you to watch the latest filming of Jackass Forever, which luckily coincided with a break from your tour, it was something you couldn’t refuse.

‘Good to see you again, sweetheart.’

You couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks as you turned to find Johnny watching you behind his sunglasses.

It was your first day visiting the set of Jackass Forever, and Johnny was the first friendly face you’d come across so far.

‘It’s good to see you too! Thanks for having me here, although I’m not sure what I’ve let myself in for yet.’

‘Well I saw you do your thing so I guess it’s only fair you see us in return. And we have some pretty big fans waiting to see you, me included.’

Your heart skipped at his admission, but a bundle of nerves also appeared. You were always excited to meet fans, but imagining some of the Jackass crew being excited to meet you seemed surreal.

‘No way! Y/N!’

You turned to see Pontius and Weeman making their way towards you, ‘Steve O said you were coming today but we didn’t believe it!’

After some new introductions and getting reacquainted with some old faces, you found yourself stood behind the camera with Jeff whilst Steve O, Rachel and Poopies were dressed as mimes.

‘Dude we haven’t even started and I can see you laughing at me!’ Steve O shouted to you from his position next to Johnny.

‘Hey I thought this was the quiet game?’ You quipped, laughing even more as Steve O stayed quiet but gestured crossing his thumb over his neck as an empty threat.

Your cheeks burned again as Johnny burst into laughter, ‘can we have Y/N come keep you in check more often?’

‘Man I’m nervous already and now we’ve got Y/N as an audience.’ You heard Poopies groan.

As you watched Rachel handle the electric lollipop, Spike called for a break as they set up the next stunt.

‘Hey Y/N, get over here! You’re gonna like this one!’ Steve O called you over to stand between him and Johnny.

When they lifted the box you screamed, not expecting to be face to face with a viper. Well, face to face with a viper that was still inside a very secure box.

You felt Steve O grip your arms so you couldn’t facilitate your escape, fighting his grasp as he was laughing into your ear at your reaction. Snakes freaked you out. And he knew it.

When you finally managed to wriggle free you ran to your first available human shield, and luckily for you it was in the form of Johnny Knoxville.

You could hear him laughing as you hid behind his back, wrapping your arms around him instinctively to keep you away from the damn snake.

You felt the vibrations of Johnny’s chuckles through his chest, ‘You should be glad you’re not Poopies right now, sweetheart.’

‘Y/N I thought you loved snakes!’ Steve O’s laugh was infectious, and even if he nearly gave you a heart attack you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

Without thinking you rested your forehead on Johnny’s back, catching your breath in between giggles.

Peering around his tall figure, you sighed in relief when you realised they’d finally moved the snake away from you.

‘Not a fan of snakes, huh?’ You heard Pontius call out from behind you, raising an eyebrow at your position behind Johnny.

‘Rule number one on Jackass, don’t show your weaknesses,’ Weeman laughed at you, ‘I can’t believe you play to thousands of people and this is what scares you!’

‘Well you know, it helps if you imagine them all naked.’

‘Maybe I should give that one a try.’ You heard Johnny, gaining your attention and making you notice your arms were still wound tightly around his waist.

You loosened your arms shyly, taking a small step back so your body was no longer pressed against his.

‘I’m a little offended you don’t need me as a human shield anymore.’

‘Oh believe me, if they bring that snake back out I’ll be attached to your hip.’

‘That doesn’t sound so bad to me.’ Johnny gave you his signature grin, and you thanked the gods he was wearing sunglasses because if you could see his eyes you might just melt into a puddle on the floor.

‘I guess I’m gonna have to hold you to that, Knoxville. Quite literally.’

‘Only if you’ll hold me to it over dinner. If you’re interested?’

The flirty demeanour he held had been ever so slightly replaced with a hint of nervousness, which gave you the extra boost of confidence you needed.

‘Yeah, I think I’d like that.’

#johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville #jackass #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville imagine #knoxvilleforeverwriting #pj clapp #jackass imagine #jackass fic #jackass the movie #jackass number two #jackass 3 #jackass forever #viva la bam #wildboyz #johnny knoxville fluff

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ridiasfangirlings · 9 months

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jun fuyama is voicing a fucking vending machine in an anime that just came out and i immediately thought of yata turning into a vending machine, maybe Anna gets stuck on the vending machine again and Fushimi comes by to help like in that one cd drama lol

Stuck but featuring Yata as the vending machine XD Maybe Yata got hit by a Strain that turns you into the last thing you touched, unfortunately for Yata the last thing he did was punch a vending machine for not giving him his cola. So now he’s stuck as a vending machine, somehow he can hear and see and he can still think like himself but he can’t really move on his own besides shaking a little from side to side and no one can hear him talk. Yata’s freaking out because what if he’s stuck like this forever, no one will know what happened to him and what if he’s destined to become a vending machine for the rest of his life.

That’s when he hears a curious ‘Misaki?’ and there’s Anna standing staring at him. Yata realizes she knows it’s him due to her powers, imagine him trying to like move a little from side to side to let her know he heard her. Anna touches the vending machine and says his name again, Yata’s like that’s right Anna it’s me, go get help. Anna looks around but there’s nobody nearby so she tries to move Yata all by herself and of course she ends up stuck (imagine Yata internally yelling ‘Anna!’ all worried and she tries to tell him she’s okay, she’s not stuck, but she is definitely stuck).

Yata does manage to shift himself a little but it’s no good, Anna’s still stuck. As it happens Fushimi is walking by at this moment and he looks over like what are you stuck again. Anna says she isn’t stuck, and this is Misaki. Fushimi raises an eyebrow all this is a vending machine, not Misaki, smacking Yata on the side. Yata’s all don’t hit me you traitor but of course Fushimi can’t hear him. Imagine Fushimi looking at the vending machine like why is it only carrying cola and pineapple drinks, this isn’t even a good vending machine, Yata’s all say that to my face asshole. Anna repeats that this is Misaki, trying to move, and Fushimi sighs heavily like here I can at least get you unstuck…except that he gets a little too close and now he’s stuck too. Anna looks at him all Saruhiko is stuck and Fushimi’s like I’m not…never mind. Yata snickers quietly all ha serves you right and Fushimi wonders why this stupid vending machine is shaking again.

Suddenly Anna goes ‘Mikoto’ and Fushimi looks up, Mikoto has found them. He’s like ‘stuck, huh,’ starting to glow red. Yata is internally panicking, like Mikoto-san is going to destroy a vending machine to save Anna that’s so cool — wait it’s me I’m the vending machine, don’t destroy me. Anna tells him not to burn it, it’s Misaki. Mikoto stops glowing and just accepts that, imagine him kicking Yata to the side a little so he can get Anna out. Anna cleans her skirt with her hand and thanks him for not being too rough with Misaki, meanwhile Fushimi is like wait are you just leaving me here. The Strain power takes that moment to wear off and there’s this soft ‘pop’, suddenly Yata reappears sitting on top of a very confused and irritated Fushimi. Mikoto just observes this with a perfectly straight face like ‘so it was Yata,’ taking Anna’s hand to lead her away with Fushimi and Yata still sitting there on the pavement behind them.

#Yata Misaki #Fushimi Saruhiko #Talking K #why can I hear this perfectly in my head XD #Yata yelling and getting angry but no one can hear him #all starry eyed at Mikoto but then like wait don't burn me #yelling when Anna gets stuck getting angry at Fushimi #but all he can do is move a little and dispense colas

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Nova’s Semester

So i dont have a set schedule for this fic yet i will try and do that but right now i know im going to publish mostly during the week at anytime. So just a heads up. Grammar mistakes and sentences. I do take suggestions because it s a lot harder to write then what you think, so I'll take anything

Warning:Swearing

Eventual: Elijah Mikaelson x OC, Niklaus Mikaelson x OC, Kol Mikaelson x OC, Rebekah Mikaelson x OC, Finn Mikaelson x OC

Ending: Mikaelson Family x OC

A little bit shorter than the last ones

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Chapter 4

Nova was internally grateful for the free period she was given this year. When she first saw the option on her electives, she wrote it down immediately. When she thought back on it, she was very lucky to have gotten one of the spots. She could only imagine the number of students who applied for a free period this year, but only students who have had good grades for four semesters in a row could apply for the class. It didn't stop everyone from still applying for the class regardless of their grades. She could at least thank her parents for some things, if they had not always pressured her about getting good grades, she wouldn't be an a-b honor roll student for her entire life. She wished she had the ability to not care like her brother, he would forget if there was a deadly snake two feet behind him if nobody would remind him. It astounded her to no end how someone as sharp and witty as him, would choose to be stupid just because it was easier to do than anything else. As she was milling about the halls thinking about everything and nothing, she rounded the corner hallway leading to the lunchroom when she heard her phone ring. She waits for it to happen again, but it doesn't so she figures it was a text from Jeremy or Elena probably to check up on her. When she reaches the lunchroom, she takes a seat at the table closest to the door and retrieves her phone from her bag. Reading her messages, she was surprised to see a text not from not her siblings but from Alaric. Smiling to herself she opens the messages and starts to read them.

Lifetime Comedian: Hey red.

Lifetime Comedian: Where are you right now?

Red: i'm in the cafeteria

Red:why do you ask?

Lifetime Comedian: Don't go anywhere

Lifetime Comedian: I need to talk to you

Lifetime Comedian:Ok?

Red: sure?

Nova looked up from her phone confused turning to look around her, not seeing him as she thought she would, so she waited as instructed. After about ten minutes go by, she gives up on waiting for him and starts to wander about some more, not wanting to waste her free time. She decides she’ll walk by Alaric's room and see what he's up to in the meantime.

After what feels like forever, she reaches Alaric's room and peaks through the little window, not seeing him or anybody else in the room, she figures he’s already gone to the cafeteria to see her. Throwing her head back in defeat, she trudges back towards the cafeteria to find him. On her way to the lunchroom, she pauses in front of the gymnasium doors. She wasn't trying to go here, but the second she saw the doors she wanted to see and check out the new gym teacher again. She looks to her left then to her right and jogs towards the doors. She stands there for a few seconds and when her brain catches up with her body, she hears a voice that is strangely helping to loosen the knot living in her stomach. She can hear Mr. Mikaelson calling out students’ names just the same as he was for her class. She just knew she wanted to hear more of his voice even if it wasn't in a one-on-one conversation. She shakes her head at herself, ducking her head and squeezing into the small little alcove created under the bleachers, moving to the middle area of the cove she lays down on her back, thankful for the gym mats under the bleachers. She probably would not willingly choose to sit on the dirty nasty gym floor, let alone lay on it if they weren’t there. Laying under the bleachers listening to Mr. Mikaelson's talk was not how she thought she would be spending her free period. The longer she stayed there the more her eyes started to droop, slowly being lulled to sleep by the new man's voice.

Her eyes pop open in alarm as her head rattles with the shrill sound of the bell. She sits up, gathering all her belongings as quickly as she can. Ignoring the spinning in her head from the speed of her reaction. Grabbing her phone, she quickly turns it on, she has five new messages from Alaric.

Lifetime Comedian: Hey i’m here where are you.

Lifetime Comedian: I told you to stay put

Lifetime Comedian: Where are you?

Lifetime Comedian: Are you ok?

Lifetime Comedian: Please answer me.

Each text comes with a slight variation of worry embedded in it. As she skims through the messages, she moves her way through the alcove trying not to trip over all the mats. When she emerges from her hideaway, she runs into what feels like a brick wall, falling back on her ass in the most ungraceful way possible she blocks her face with her arm as everything from her unzipped backpack flew through the air, papers going everywhere, pencils and books falling with a loud thud on the floor in front of her. She’s frozen on the floor and the humiliation hits her like a freight train. When she looks up and sees Mr. Mikaelson standing there with a semi-alarmed look on his face, her embarrassment doubles by a hundred. Subconsciously she starts to apologize “Oh god, I’m so sorry Mr. Mikaelson are you ok?” Bending over he laughs and starts to collect her belongings “No my dear it’s ok, I myself was not paying attention.” he says “I was not expecting to find someone back here.” His words are teasing and light. He continues to pick up her things as she sits there staring at him. When she finally starts to move, he already has half of her things in her bag already. Slowly she starts to gather the things that are left, stacking them back into their respective folders. He hands her, her bag with a little smirk, and for the first time in Nova’s life, it’s a smirk she doesn't instantly hate. “Thank you, sir, I’m so sorry.” She shoves her folders and books back into her bag and zips it up, slinging it over her shoulder. She apologizes once more and moves around him before he speaks up again. “I think you will need this dear.” turning back around she takes a deep breath when she sees the object in question, her phone “Oh, goodness my sister would have killed me if I lost that, thank you.” she takes it from his hands when he replies, “It's not a problem.” Standing there for a few more awkward seconds he speaks once more “Well don't want to be late for class now do we, can I walk you? I haven't really got any late slips to give you.” The knot that made her stomach a home, seemed to slowly disperse the longer she talked to him. “Um, you're actually my homeroom teacher. I'm going to your classroom.” His face lit up in what she can only describe as a masked curiosity. “Well, shall we?” throwing her a small smile he starts to walk away, and she can't do anything else but follow.

The walk there was relatively quiet, it wasn't awkward, and she was thankful for that much. She took the opportunity to sneak in looks here and there and he was even more stunning up close. He had a distinct aura to him, he was calm, collected, calculating anything and everything around him. He smelled of maple syrup with a hint of jasmine and fresh dirt, a concoction that made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. Nova decided to take the opportunity to try and ask him some questions about himself, ‘what harm could it do?’ she thought “So…is this your first-year teaching?” his answer is short and blunt, and it catches her attention. “No, I’ve taught before.” walking a few more paces she decides to try again “So.. why here? I'm sure there are WAY better towns and schools to teach at.`` this question gets more of a response from him. He chuckles “Yes perhaps, but I have family that lives here so I thought I’d move back and find a teaching job at the closest school. Mystic Falls High just happens to be the one.” Finishing his sentence with a shrug he starts looking around him, down the hall, in the classroom windows, behind them. It was freaking her out a little. “Your Name’s Nova right? You're in my fourth period gym class.” she smiles slinging her backpack from one shoulder to the other exposing her shoulder closet to him before answering “Yes, sir thats me.” he nods his head. After a short pause she notices that he keeps looking back and forth from her exposed shoulder to the wall next to him. He suddenly stops and clears his throat “Fuck.” He said underneath his breath. Regardless of whether he wanted her to hear it or not, it didn't matter because she did. “Are you ok Mr. Mikaelson?” Frantically nodding his head he clears his throat again. When she goes to take a step towards him he takes a step back. His eyes become dark when he does, it worries her maybe he’s getting sick? “Yes I.. uh, forgot something, you should head to class, I will catch up.” Before she has a chance to say a thing she hears someone shout from behind them.

“Hey!” her eyes flicker over to the voice and she sees Alaric jogging towards them in a hurried manner. “Nova what are you doing!” The harshness in his voice and the use of her first name throws her. “I’m going to class?” she answers Alaric puts both hands on her shoulders, dropping his head, trying to catch his breath. “I needed to talk to you red, you should have stayed put.” Shrugging his arms off her, she lightly punches his arm. “Can’t it wait till after school?” Shaking his head he sighs again “No.’ is all she gets back. Remembering her original course of action she turned to talk to her teacher “Mr. Mikaelson wha- oh.” She's only met with empty space instead of the man in question. When she turned back to Alaric his expression was one she couldn't read. He looks angry, annoyed, curious, and most of all scared. “What are you talking about in Nova?” She doesn't ignore the fact that he keeps using her first name. He only ever does it when he’s being serious. “Why does it matter to you, trying to scare off potential boyfriends?” she teases. “No Nova, I’m not. I need to know who you were just with!” Now he’s raising his voice. Nova doesn't like it when anybody raises their voice even if she isn't the one being yelled at, she will cry either way. Tears start to well in her eyes “My teacher, I was walking with my teacher for fucks sake Alaric.” “Language.” he retorts. “Which teacher?” “Really, is this so important to make me late for class?” “I’ll give you a late slip, now answer my question which teacher?” throwing her hands in the air she answers as they fall back down to her side “The new gym Teacher Alaric, he’s my homeroom teacher too so he was walking with me to class.” he crosses his arms ``Yeah, cool that doesn't really answer my question what’s his name?” “Mikaelson,” she repeats bluntly fed up with this already. Alaric stops, and his eyes widen a little. “What's his first name?” “Really man why are you interrogating me?” she pulls her bag off her shoulder, dropping to the ground she grabs one of her folders and pulls her schedule out for him to look at “Here, if your so interested.” He immediately takes it scanning for the teacher in question. When he seemingly finds the name on the paper he looks puzzled. “Oh.” he says furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at the paper a little longer. “Oh?” she repeats back “It’s nothing, I just thought- never mind.” he reaches his hand into his back pocket taking her folded late slip and hands it to her. She stands there and stares at him incredulously. Scoffing and rolling her eyes she snatches the paper with force trying to convey her frustration.. “Thanks.” is all she says as she shoulders past him and down the hall. “Sorry.” she hears him call after her. Instead of answering she just flips him the bird and continues her walk down to class.

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whenthechickencry · 5 months

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Umineko EP4. Replay Part 5

We just started and Ange is already tired of all of this shit, damn.

You sure are making theories Battler! Very wrong ones that were the misdirection of 4 chapters ago but you are trying! I guess Ange led you here so I can't singlehandedly blame you.

Rosa feels guilt from the blood on her hands, and as Rosa would, she instantly lashes out against the person she harmed instead of reconsidering her actions.

I think an important thing to realize about Rosa is that she is a Maria parallel, a Maria if she became older but wasn't allowed to heal from her pain. We know she coped through her toys and imaginary friends as Maria did, and they used that as a way to torture her further. She never was able to grow up from that (not that she had a lot of opportunities when she was thrust into single motherhood at like....26), so she has internalized all her abuse. She was a dumb, weird child who deserved the abuse she got and her life would have been fine if she just was normal. So now she has a child she's pushing her own trauma into Maria and forcibly trying to make her "normal". This scene's laying it pretty thick so it's pretty obvious this is what they were going for, but I think it's important to understand in order to be able to understand the cycles of trauma Umineko loves using and how the issue isn't that Rosa is just an instinctually bad person, as hard as it is to see that sometimes. If you are able to understand Maria as a victim, you need to understand Rosa as the victim she was growing up. Obviously, I am not saying Rosa's NOT an abuser or that Maria should have just forgiven her mom more, I am just pointing out why Rosa's like that.

What's the cry count for me at this chapter again? Feel like it's the 10th by now.

There's like 5 different deeply fucked up things you are admitting to in this one paragraph Rosa.

Of course, while Rosa has real concerns worth talking about, she instead puts the blame on an 8-year-old child instead of like, the misogynistic and irresponsible men....

Maybe you should examine your own feelings instead of assuming the issue is the literal child Rosa!

Man, as a child of similar circumstances it's hard to not feel guilt like this even when it might be unfounded, I can't imagine how much it would have broken if as a child my mother confirmed any of these feelings, also I'm crying again ep4 rocks etc.

I have heard similar statements as this of doing your best, etc, though. At some point, it's just justification for shit, of course, but also it's true that struggling young mothers that struggle with raising a child are in fact really trying in a society hostile to them and with few resources. Obviously, though, it's not the child's responsibility, or even something that is impossible, to make up for this lack of support.

Rosa really fucking hates herself.

Maria heavily compertalizing her Mother into Good Mama and Bad Mama and you can heavily see it in this scene, I think it's important for abuse victims to understand that they are the same person when they are bad and when they are good, if you can't it leads into you thinking, well he was just bad because he was in a bad mood, he isn't like this. He was just drunk. Etc. Granted, Maria is 9 years old and she can't be expected to be able to navigate the complicated situation of an abusive relationship perfectly, no one can.

I can't with this scene aaaaa. At the heart of both of Maria and Sayo's coping mechanisms lies the believes that they are fundamentally unfixable and broken forever.

I think the point of this scene is to show how Maria's more violent and somewhat unhealthy coping mechanisms prevent her from dealing normally with more mundane shit but I am Team Maria here what the fuck Battler if someone woke me up in the middle of the night and then immediately started teasing me i'd also be pissed.

There is something to be said about how the harshest reality, that everyone was bribed, has the most optimistic fantasy where everyone tries to work together and worry for each other...

The times when Kanon is weirdly mean to Shannon always confused me a little before I realized S = K, but they are pretty sad lines once you realize Sayo is calling parts of herself stupid.

We spend a bunch of time discussing the logistics of falling into a pit but the actual reality is they were just lying lol. it was made up. Even if the tunnels are actually real. (but not below the dining hall)

Yeah, I am sure the guy who shut her up to not be emasculated would constantly be telling others how smart she is....

God, can you tell this is Tohya coping about his family situation already?

I wouldn't be surprised if Krauss doesn't actually know here, tbh? I imagine they didn't kill everyone in front of each other like we saw, so I imagine Sayo just divided them in rooms or something.

Lol yeah, I definitely think he know or thinks Natsuhi is alive. I think by this point Sayo just bribed everyone and told them to play along with her game.

Gohda is not very good at this and keeps forgetting the script. This conversation is pretty interesting, obviously, it's hinting at you that S = K and to watch out for when they WERE together, but also it firmly places them as fictional characters aware of the meta.

The hopeful and calming way she describes dying because it's when she will finally feel to have as much worth as a 'human' is so sad... you can feel how deeply depressed she was here....

Shannon in these conversations is always described as the one who would be happy with dying, the one who thinks nothingness is better than the life she has, meanwhile, Kanon is the one who wants more. The one who thinks their life is unfair, who wants a chance at a better life, despite that being 'impossible' to them.

Did you know Kinzo has a fucked up view of women and love? Because the game is making sure you do!

I mean, she's probably not wrong, but damn Ange!

Hmm? I'd forgotten that detail about the daughter.... I think Nanjo mentions having grandchildren a couple times so I think she was alive at the time. I wouldn't be surprised if that is the reason Nanjo needed money, I guess. Considering he even went as far as deleting his medical charts....

The fact that she did this trick on a 6-year-old who definitely didn't know wtf it meant is kind of funny, though I suppose Sayo assumed she would have given it to her caretakers. Well it's framed really negatively here obviously with the Ange perspective, but I don't think her intent was to freak out the survivors, specifically, it was probably more so just furthering the legend of the witch + easing her guilt by giving the survivors money.

#umiepisode4 #umineko

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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hm i was looking over your masterlist, and was wondering if i may request a part 2 of https://clanwarrior-tumbly.tumblr.com/post/184908864863/the-word-i-got-was-accidental-so-maybe-something ?

maybe something like the reader recovering from literally being stabbed like it was nothing and yan doubting if they'll ever be safe around him/trust him?

ofc the reader forgives him but he doesnt know if he can forgive himself because oh god. thats his s/o who got sliced-

Ohh I remember this one! Yeah </3

.......

Hearing the clinic’s recovery room door slam shut made you jump a little, wondering who barged in. But you calmed down as you realized it was only Yan standing there.

“Hey.” With a gentle smile, you covered your stomach with the white blanket, sitting up. But it faltered when you saw his hesitance to approach you, alongside his disheveled appearance. He looked like he hasn't slept in days. “Yan?”

Part of him wanted to turn around and leave, even as you tried coaxing him over to you with open arms. As much as he wanted to run into them and smother you with love...he remembered who put you here in the first place.

That’s right.

It was him.

He did this to you. He almost killed you.

Dark made sure to remind him of that when he heard the news and screamed at the red-headed ego for his carelessness, leaving him already badly shaken. So he expected you to act the same, especially when he seemingly startled you awake.

What was he doing visiting you? He didn't deserve to be here and breathe the same air as you.

“S-Sorry sen..[y/n].." He forced himself to say your actual name. "I didn't mean to wake you...I-I’ll go.”

“Yan, I was already awake. You don't have to leave.” You pouted as he turned back to the door, before getting an idea. A surefire way to convince him to stay. “What if Illinois comes in and tries flirting with me?”

Freezing, his eyes widened in horror at that prospect, and he immediately went over to the chair beside your bed, sitting down. But he frowned, looking at the blanket.

“Let me see.”

You shook your head. “It’s not that bad-”

“Not bad? I stabbed you, [y/n]..” He whispered brokenly, his voice already wavering as his hand hovered over it. “I..I-I need to see how much hurt I caused.”

“Yan..” You started, pausing as his pleading gaze met yours. He really wanted to know how bad the injury was, even though it will definitely make him breakdown even further.

At his insistence though, you finally uncovered the blanket. The tears instantly fell from his eyes, his hand shakily hovering over your bandaged stomach while the other remained cupped over his mouth in horror and guilt.

In his mind he saw that wound he accidentally inflicted on you, bleeding red and staining the steel of his katana.

He couldn’t imagine what the scar was going to look like.

A scar that will forever remind you of just how awful he could be.

Of how he used to be.

You should be scared and distrustful of him now. It’s only a matter of time before you begged him to stay far away from you. Yet for you to be so calm was...off.

Why were you so calm?

He’s a murderer. A monster.

Why would you want him near you anymore?

He started to weep as you pet his red hair comfortingly, hushing him. He lowered his head down to press a few kisses on the bandages, specifically where he stabbed you. He was an absolute wreck, sobbing apologies and holding your hand in a death grip.

“I-I did this to you..my only love. I ruined your body...your perfect body! I-I'm so, so sorry.." His voice remained muffled against your stomach, but you understood him and knew he felt undoubtedly guilty.

“Sweetie, it was only an accident. I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. You didn't ruin anything. It's okay. All the bleeding’s internal, where it’s meant to be." You attempted to joke.

However it was ineffective as he just shook his head, sniffling. "No! I-It’ll never be okay! Unless I...”

"Unless..you what?"

Suddenly he went quiet, before looking at you. "I atone and inflict the same pain on myself. I just..n-need your permission."

"..what? No. Absolutely not.” Your heart sunk as you knew exactly what he was talking about. “You are not gonna commit seppuku over this."

"I-I won't do it fatally. Just..enough to match what I've done to you. S-So you aren’t alone in your suffering. Please, let me atone..”

"I don't give you permission."

"Please, senpai..let me!! If it’s the only way you’ll forgive me-”

"I already have. You don’t need to hurt yourself to earn my forgiveness."

“...y-you forgave me?” He sniffled, blinking with astonishment.

“Of course I did.” Your voice softened as you brushed away one of his tears. It pained you to know he considered doing that at all.

But he swore to hurt whoever dared bring you harm.

How ironic. It was him who ended up doing that, nearly killing you. So he should be punishing himself. And yet...you still loved him enough to press a kiss to his cheek, refusing to let him do that.

That made Yan shudder with quiet sobs as he laid his head back down on your stomach. You just rubbed gentle circles into his shaking back, murmuring comforting words.

At that point he had dozed off, exhausted and still holding your hand.

He couldn’t tell you how he almost went through with the punishment when he sat alone in his room, thinking over everything he’s done. He was so convinced that you’d never trust him again and you were better off without him...and had the katana’s clean blade pointed at his own stomach.

But he stopped, coming here as soon as Edward mentioned you were in stable condition. He just wanted to confirm if you hated him or not.

And you didn’t. Even after what he’s done to you, you still loved him and forgave him

Maybe he was worthy, after all.

#clanask #iplier egos x reader #yandereplier #yandereplier x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #tw suicide mention

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caffedrine · 2 years

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Rio Ortiz Chapter 5 Summary

This is mostly a summary for me - I make no promises on the accuracy of what’s happening. I’m not nearly fluent enough to get half the jokes/innuendo much less accurate plot points.

Benitoite is a traditional ally of Rhodolite, even outside of the threat from Obsidian. That’s why the Benitoite embassy is absolutely stunning. The finest materials and craftesmen came together to make the embassy, and it’s beauty and artwork are often remarked upon by traveling merchants and dignitaries.

Silvio pays absolutely no attention to this as he kicks open an ornate hand carved door, startling his contact.

Taking a moment to recover from the shock of Silvio’s entrance, the contact explains that he’s heard news from Emidio’s aide. Since the four nations are having an surprise international conference, the Second Benitoite Prince has also decided to visit Rhodolite. Silvio asks if the contact tried to stop or delay Emidio, and the contact reminds him that he’s only paying him to monitor Emidio, not interfere. The contact notices that Silvio is looking even more distressed since the beginning and asks if Emido’s move is going to cause problems. Silvio admits that there is nothing but problems. They agree that this is due to the succession crisis Benitoite is facing, and it looks like Emidio is bringing other countries into it. Jingling, Silvio tells the contact that he will double the pay to continue monitoring which the contact isn’t thrilled about the assignment but is willing for the extra pay. Looking at a statue of a dog, Silvio grumbles that ‘the shitty dog better not run forever.’

The day after the inspection with Silvio, Emma, Rio, Leon, and Jim are visiting a village near the Benitoite border. Due to the recent heavy rainfall, a village was impacted by a flood/landslide and they’ve come to assess the damage and start coordinating the repair efforts.

Emma almost trips on a stone, but Rio catches her at the last moment. He reminds her to be careful, and Emma tells herself to get her head in the game. She’s here to assess the domestic faction’s relief efforts as Belle, though she notes that coming in person for all of them defies customary norms.

The villagers immediately realize that they’re nobility and crowd around them. Leon, being a man of the people, immediately starts volunteering to help clear rubble. Against the villager’s protests, he and Jin start helping with the heavy lifting and call Rio over to help.

Emma starts looking around for what she could do too, noticing that there are not a lot of women in this village. Rio asks her to help him move some rubble, and she mentally thanks him. She imagines Leon and Jin wouldn’t want her to help, and is lucky that Rio understands her capabilities and need to help. She and Rio recall moving heavy boxes full of books, and how it helped them both get stronger than they look.

Immediately one of the villagers asks Emma to stop - he points out that if she gets injured, it will affect her ability to get married. Emma assures him she’s stronger than she looks, and Rio adds that he’s her future husband and will marry her no matter what. Rio then picks up a chunk of stone that has to be at least half Emma’s size, and assures her that he’s been training to protect her. The villagers are all impressed.

The four work on clearing the debris until the sun starts to set, leaving them tired, and muddy. I guess no one cares about inspecting the village for needed resupplies at this point.

Emma and Rio notice that Jin and Leon have integrated nicely with the villagers, and the depressed atmosphere the day had started with has turns around, and everyone looks like they’re full of hope.

With the intensity of a pointer dog, Rio shifts and sharply looks to the forest. He says that it’s faint enough that he could be imagining it, but he thinks he hears someone crying. Emma remembers that Rio has a unusually keen sense of smell and ability to hear, and suggests they go investigate the noise, like the horror movie victims they were in a past life.

They quickly find a little girl slumped over in the mud, crying. Rio crouches down to her level and asks if she’s okay, guessing she must have tripped and fallen. The girl looks at him, stops crying, then hopefully asks if he’s a prince. Rio is confused, and the girl starts happily smiling while pronouncing him a prince, just like her mother told her.

Emma quickly figured it out. Rio has very blue eyes, very yellow hair, knows how to bathe, and smells nice. Popular fairytale books aimed at children use his archetype as the ‘rescuing prince’ character, which this child has mistaken him for.

Emma tells the girl that she is correct, this here is a genuine prince. Rio starts at this betrayal, and Emma asks if it’s okay for now. With an expression that says that this is absolutely not okay, Rio says it’s fine.

Then like a switch, Rio morphs into a perfectly mannered, sweet hero prince, here to rescue little lost girls from forests. The girl is thrilled, compliments his hair and eyes, and tells him that she’s happy he’s her first prince.

While calling her a princess, Rio picks the girl up to carry her back to the village. Upon returning to the village, the girl runs to her mother, loudly telling her about the prince who rescued her. The mother thanks them, and is then very concerned about the mud on Rio’s clothes.

Rio assured the mother that his clothes were totally like this before, and the girl did nothing wrong. As they leave, Rio asks Emma if he looks like some fairytale prince, and Emma teases him about the illustrations looking just like him. She adds that none have captured the charm of mud on his face. She pulls out a handkerchief and wipes Rio’s face clean. She thinks about how contagious Rio’s smile is, and how once he started smiling, he quickly won over the people back home, almost as quickly as he charmed the girl.

Emma remarks how charming Rio is - how being around him makes people happy, like the sun - a quality shared by Leon and Jin. Rio says that if he’s the sun, it’s only because Emma helped him become this way. His eyes have a dark look, and Emma pauses in cleaning off Rio to look at him closer.

An awkward cough bring both of them back to reality, where Leon and Jin are right there, looking at them. They both agree that this is definitely a spicy forbidden zone, but hey, if they want to flaunt it, don’t let anyone stop them. Emma asks them to explain, and they say that while a forbidden Master-Servant relationship isn’t unheard of, it might draw more attention than they want.

Emma realizes exactly what they were doing, out in the open where anyone could see, and steps away. Rio is abruptly back to his teasing self, complaining that he enjoyed the closeness.

Leon muses that while at first he thought Emma was simply not interested, there seems to be an unusually hard ‘friendship’ line that she’s actively trying not to pass. Emma says ‘okay, this is a fun discussion that I love being a part of, but maybe we should get back to the inspection? Maybe help these people?’

Mentally, she kicks herself for going so close to the edge of that line.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #rio ortiz

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ufonaut · 2 years

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mistress alissa ufonaut i just saw someone on twitter unironically say that if they could "ungay" (whatever the fuck this means) a character it would be alan and it made me so mad im shaking. i cant believe people are still this mad about him being gay. whatever

good fucking god i had to momentarily step into the cesspool that is twitter to look this up and literally the first search result is this ridiculously homophobic tweet

i legitimately cannot even begin to imagine being this homophobic about a fictional character a year after the fact like is this really the conversation we're doomed to have forever? idiots who've never read comics feeling free to express their hatred of gay men under the veneer of 'it's out of character' or whatever the fuck? the level of absolute uncontainable rage i'm feeling here is insane lmao

one of the worst parts is the very obvious fact that they've got the shallowest knowledge of alan and immediately think that makes them experts. a wife and two kids? as in. the kids he didn't want, did not believe were his and then once tried to personally kill? the wife he was practically pressured into marrying and then did not pay any attention to for the subsequent however many years and who's basically become invisible for at least twenty years now? alan & molly's marriage was horrible, he's always been a bad husband and father and at least now there's an actual explanation!

all this and i'm not even counting the literal decades of gaycoding behind him, the decades that dc comics itself acknowledged in the initial press release. not to mention that they're equating being gay with being "weird and messy", like alan's multiple mental breakdowns were all fine and dandy when he was seemingly straight -- it's being gay that's made him "weird and messy", uh huh.

it's like these people have never heard of internalized homophobia, being closeted, the historical treatment of gay men or literally anything resembling the reality of actually being gay. alan being also gay doesn't go against his less than pleasant traits and doesn't suddenly make him some bastion of modern progressive politics or whatever the hell they're implying by the ruining the "crotchety old boomers" vibe comment (already a deranged thing to claim, if you ask me).

anyway. all homophobic people die painfully please. end of transmission

#every day people are so fucking homophobic about alan scott god im sick of it #but also please dont call me um weird things like 'mistress'. bless <3 #asks #anon

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summary: r gets hurt saving nat (who she’s in love with) and natasha wants nothing more than to get her back

based on these two requests:

1: If you still need Hurt and Comfort prompts, would you accept a scenario where Reader fell in a coma after a mission gone wrong, and the whole time she’s unconscious, Natasha doesn’t want to leave her side. She doesn’t sleep, barely eats, and constantly talking to reader thinking she can hear. Reader then wakes up after 3 months, and Natasha confesses her feelings for Reader.❤️‍🩹🥺

2: How bout Natasha x fem!Reader where Reader takes a bullet after saving her crush, Natasha, on a mission. Reader survives and brushes it off as “it’s my job” but Natasha doesn’t take the whole situation well, especially since she has feelings for reader too!I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER! 😘😫❤️*have some tea 🍵 *

word count: 2.8k

genre: fluff and angst but fluff ending

warnings: swearing, gunshot, comatose, blood, medical knowledge that only comes from grey’s anatomy, catradora quote because i have no self control, lmk if i need to add any more!

A/N i combined these requests since they were kinda similar, i hope you don’t mind kind anons!

“She’s tachycardic! Push one of epi, STAT!”

“No, no,”

“Hang on, Y/N, I’m going to do everything in my power to help you. Just keep holding on, okay?”

“You’re gonna be okay, alright? You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna pull through this,”

“Why would you do that? How could you be so stupid? Why did you do that?” She yelled.

“Just doing… my job…” You managed to get out.

Eventually the voices around you began to fade out as you succumbed to unconsciousness.

As you felt yourself slipping away, the only thing on your mind was the woman you loved; Natasha Romanoff.

~12 hours earlier~

“Are you ready to go home soon?” You asked.

“Kinda,” she replied honestly. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the team and all, but it is nice to get away sometimes,”

You shrugged,

“Yeah, I guess,”

She smiled, then walked closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulder.

“It is nice getting away with you, though,”

You grinned, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“I like getting away with you too, Nat,”

She smirked, squeezing your shoulder,

“Then it’s a good thing we still have a day left,”

You could feel your heart-rate increasing as your cheeks got even redder.

Her smirk turned into a soft smile before she pulled away and went to the bathroom to change.

You sighed, thinking about your hopeless crush on her. You had been an Avenger for three years, friends with Natasha for two, and in love with her for one.

You never imagined that you would fall for the Black Widow, but now you couldn’t imagine your life without her.

“So… there’s a mission Fury assigned me to,” she said, leaning back against the couch. “It’s in France, and he said it could last anywhere from a year or two,”

“What?” You sat straight up. “No! That’s too long!”

“I know. It’s a no-contact mission too,”

“That’s such bullshit. You can’t accept that mission, Natty,”

“He assigned me, Y/N, there’s nothing I can do unless someone else volunteers to take the mission instead,”

You stared at her, suddenly feeling very defeated.

“No…” you whispered as your eyes began to pool with tears.

You looked at Natasha, who held her tongue at the roof of her mouth so she wouldn’t cry. You leaned in and wrapped your arms around her tightly, letting out quiet sobs into her neck.

As she held you in her arms, the only thing running through her mind was that she had no idea how the hell she would survive being away from you for that long.

After two days of crying, and resisting the urge to scream at Fury, you heard a knock on your door.

“Come in!” You called. The door opened to reveal none other than your favorite redhead, who had the biggest smile on her face.

“Hey,” she said, sitting on your bed.

“Hi,”

“Guess what?”

You shrugged, not really in the mood for guessing games. You just wanted to cherish your last few moments with her before she left.

“So I got a call from Fury this morning…” she told you, her smile growing bigger. “And he said that someone else took the mission,”

You couldn’t believe it. Your best friend didn’t have to leave.

You opened your mouth to say something, but you couldn’t speak. So instead, you threw yourself into her arms.

As they had done several times in the past two days, your eyes began to fill with tears. But this time however, they were tears of joy.

She was holding onto you just as tight as you were holding onto her.

When you finally backed away, she smiled, then reached her thumb up to your face to wipe away your tears.

“Hey,” she said softly. “You don’t need to cry, I’m staying,”

“They’re happy tears, Natty,”

She brought her other hand to your face to wipe away tears on the other cheek, then just held your face in her hands for a few moments.

Oh fuck you thought to yourself. Those tears weren’t platonic.

After that night, you had tried to deny your feelings for her for a bit. After all, you had gotten romantic and platonic attraction mixed up in the past, who’s to say that this wasn’t one of those times?

But as time went on, the butterflies would happen even more often around her. Your heartbeat began to race if her hand brushed up against yours. Your face would flush when your arms wrapped around her in a hug. You wanted nothing more than to be with her, to feel her lips against yours, and to be able to tell her you loved her and have her say it back.

The only person who knew about your crush on Natasha was Wanda. She had asked if anyone caught your eye, and you refused to tell her anything. However, she decided to read your mind to find out.

You were a little frustrated that she did that, but you weren’t too mad, knowing you would’ve done the same thing to your best friend.

So since then, Wanda would always try to convince you to tell her, and you would always say no.

As much as it hurt to have these feelings and not tell her, you knew it would be nothing compared to telling her and having the feelings not reciprocated and losing your friendship. You’d rather stay just her friend forever than to lose her.

So here you were now, in love with one of your best friends.

“Ready to go?” She asked as she finished putting her suit on.

“Yep!”

She smiled, then gestured for you to follow her. Today was the last day of your mission, and you just needed to erase all files from some druglord’s computer.

For the past week, the two of you had done several stakeouts, gotten information, and identified people. The last step was destroying their information.

So, Natasha was currently driving the two of you to the location. She had the radio playing, and the two of you were softly singing the lyrics to the songs.

You turned to face her, feeling yourself smile at the sight of her being so carefree around you.

Not that you knew this, but you were the only person she would ever allow to see her like this.

She kept her eyes on the road, but saw you looking at her through her peripheral vision. You were simply mouthing the lyrics now, not really paying attention to them. Instead, your attention was purely on Natasha.

She kept singing the words though, but she was also smiling at the sight of you.

As she began to turn her head to fully face you, your cheeks grew red.

“Eyes on the road, Nat!” You told her, laughing.

“Okay, mom,” She retorted, earning a playful eye roll from you.

“Oh don’t be like that,” she said, beginning to as well. “C’mon, we’re here anyway,”

You nodded, opening the door as soon as she stopped the car.

Once she locked the car, the two of you made your way into the building.

She had her gun ready, holding it out at every corner you turned.

“We’ve been here like four times already, Nat,” you told her, scoffing. “We’re fine”

She grumbled in response, but kept her gun out.

You shook your head, letting out a sigh, then continued on.

Once you made your way to the necessary room, each of you sat down in front of a computer.

“Delete, erase, goodbye,” you muttered as you typed.

Natasha didn’t say anything as she typed away, just wanting to get out of this building as soon as possible.

You glanced over at her every once in a while.

You smiled, watching her type with the clacking on the keyboard. The tip of her tongue was poking out the corner of her mouth. Her eyes began to squint as she focused on the screen.

Unfortunately, while you were staring, you failed to notice someone else come in the room behind you.

“Avengers,” A voice from behind you said.

You whipped around, your eyes widening to see someone wearing a combat suit holding a gun out.

Natasha stood up, raising her gun immediately.

Before you could even process what was happening, you heard the sound of a gunshot.

Without even thinking about it, you threw yourself at Natasha, knocking her to the ground.

Turns out, she was the one who shot first, considering that the other guy was currently laying in a pool of his own blood that was spilling out fast.

But as you jumped, he aimed his gun at Natasha, pulling the trigger.

You let out a groan of pain, feeling a pain growing in your shoulder.

“Y/N no! What did you do?”

She cried your name a few more times, but you couldn’t respond. You only let out a few shaky breaths and sobs as the pain in your shoulder began to grow.

She pulled her phone out, calling for help as fast as she could.

Everything hurt, but you wouldn’t have changed a thing you did. All that mattered to you, was that the woman you loved was safe.

All that mattered was that Natasha Romanoff was safe.

~two days later~

“How’s she doing?”

“Same as before.”

Natasha sighed as she reached onto your bed, placing her hand over yours.

As soon as you were brought back, everyone began working on you right away. Dr. Cho saved your life, and managed to get the bullet out.

However, because of how long it had taken to get you into surgery, you had a lot of internal bleeding.

So, here you were now, in a coma. No one knew when, or even if, you would ever wake up.

Natasha stayed by your side the entire time.

“Nat, you can’t stay in here forever,” Wanda said, gently placing her hand on her shoulder.

“It was my fault, Wanda,” she replied, her voice hoarse from crying. “It should’ve been me,”

“Don’t say that. You’re both alive. She wouldn’t want you to say that, or to sulk in here all day,”

Natasha said something, but kept her gaze on your unconscious body as her red eyes began to fill with tears once again.

“I can’t lose her.”

After the first week, Natasha finally left your room at night. She would usually come in around 7:00 AM, and stay until midnight.

Clint would come by, and bring her food. He was genuinely worried that she wouldn’t eat if he didn’t.

Wanda came by often too.

“Do you think she can hear us?” Natasha asked her.

“I can try and find out, if you’d like,” Wanda offered.

Natasha nodded, removing her hand from you.

Wanda stood up, then placed one hand on your forehead, closing her eyes.

After a few moments of silence, she gave Natasha a soft smile.

“She’s dreaming,”

“Is she aware of things going on outside?”

“Not right now. I don’t think she’s constantly dreaming while unconscious. Hearing our voices right now, she’s either drowning them out or they’ll be in her dream. She might become more aware later,”

Natasha let out a shaky breath, then connected her hand to yours again.

“Hi, Y/N,” she breathed out. “We did it. We destroyed the files, and the building ended up being destroyed after we left. We did the mission, you can wake up now. You can come back now,”

She could feel herself about to cry, so she turned to Wanda.

“What’s she dreaming about?”

Wanda closed her eyes again, looking into your mind.

“She’s at this house, and there’s comforting energy coming from it. I think it might be her childhood home.” Wanda explained. “Something’s happening in slow motion. There’s like, cracks of electricity and… oh my god there’s a lightning strike right in front of her,”

“She’s dreaming about lightning?”

“I can hear her inner voice. Part of her is afraid, but the bigger part of her is thinking the lightning strike will give her superpowers… and she’s floating in the air right now,”

Natasha laughed for the first time since getting back. Of course superpowers would be on your mind while getting struck by lightning.

“Thank you, Wanda,” she told her, gently squeezing your hand.

“Of course,” she replied. “You should get some rest. I know Y/N would want you to,”

Natasha sighed, then nodded. She was feeling better for the first time since you took the bullet for her.

“Hey,” she said, getting a laptop out and setting it on the side of your bed. “It’s been three weeks now, and uh, I thought it might be a good idea to bring this down and watch your favorite movie. Y’know, maybe hearing it will help you,”

A lump began to form in her throat as she stared at you. However, she said nothing else as she pulled up your favorite movie, then placing it close enough so you could hear, and see it if you were to open your eyes.

Once she pressed play, she sat on the edge of your bed. She wasn’t looking at the laptop screen, she was looking down at you.

She brushed a strand of hair out of your face, and ran her thumb across your cheekbone.

Natasha didn’t even realize she was crying until she had to wipe her own tears off your forehead.

“Sorry,” she muttered, pulling away so she wouldn’t cry on you anymore. “I just… really miss you, Y/N.”

She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped when she noticed your eyebrow twitch.

It felt like everything in her body stopped working for a moment as she replayed it in her mind; you moved.

Before she knew it, she was sprinting out of your room at full speed to get Dr. Cho.

“She moved! I think she’s waking up! Her eyebrow moved!” She yelled as she barged into her office.

Dr. Cho tilted her head to the side, but followed her back to your room.

She walked over to you, then examined the monitors. She looked at you, then back at your vitals.

“Miss Romanoff, I’m so sorry, but there’s nothing in her brain activity that indicates her moving or waking up. Sometimes, when we want to see something so bad, our mind tricks us into thinking we saw it. It’s a cruel thing, but it’s not uncommon for situations like this,”

Natasha’s heart dropped as the doctor left the room to give her space. She thought she had you back.

She wasn’t going to give up on you. She pulled the laptop away, then sat next to you again.

She then layed down, and wrapped her arms around you, sobbing into your neck.

“Wake up, please,” she begged between sobs. “Come back to me.”

Natasha pulled back, placing one hand on your cheek. She leaned down, pulling you close again.

“Don’t you get it?” She said at almost a whisper. “I love you. I always have. So please, just this once. Stay.” She pulled back again, then placed a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Stay.”

It was like everything in her froze again.

Your eyebrows were definitely twitching now. A groan escaped your mouth, as you blinked your eyes open.

“Natty,” you said, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You love me?”

“Of course I do,”

You smiled at her, despite the pain running through your body.

“Good, ‘cause I’ve been in love with you for like the past year,”

She let out a mix between a laugh and a sob as she leaned close to you once again.

You leaned forward too, and before you knew it, the distance between the two of you was closed as you were kissing.

It was gentle, considering the fact that you were still hurt, but you both savored every second of it.

“I love you so much,” you told her, keeping your arms around her.

At this point, you both had tears streaming down your cheeks. Neither of you cared as you leaned in for another kiss.

“Never do that again, okay?” She told you.

“Do what? Kiss you? I plan on doing that a lot more, thank you very much,”

She rolled her eyes, letting out a small laugh.

“Don’t ever put yourself in danger like that for me again, alright? I don’t care if you say it’s your job. Don’t do it again,”

“I did it because I love you, Natty,”

She sighed, wiping away one of your tears.

“I’m never leaving you though,”

“Good, I don’t want you to leave,”

Of course, the two of you would end up arguing about putting yourselves in danger to save each other, but it would all work out in the end.

You loved her, and she loved you. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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