#i now realised you didn’t ask for a judgement of them but i did it anyway oopos

[kingkatsuki]

— when you stand up for him

Masterlist.

Warnings: 18+, v v suggestive, Bakugou’s always having nasty thoughts about you, not proofread.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.9k.

Since you’d started working at Dynamight’s agency you’d found out firsthand how defamatory the media could be. There was often a mixture of positive and negative headlines for all the Pro-Heroes in the top fifty, some more negative than others. Cellophane had been stuck in a messy situation just last week when a saucy text chain had been leaked to the press, the lewd messages accompanied by a rather salacious picture of him in a state of undress. Obviously an attempt by the media to paint him in a bad light, but it actually ended up thrusting him into the top ten.

“He woulda sent that fuckin’ dick pic to anyone that asked.” Bakugou scoffed when you’d told him, grinning at the cheesy headline “Cellophane stuck in a sticky situation.”

But in particular, the media seemed hellbent on making a villain out of Dynamight. A well-known fact that they knew sold papers. His brash personality and fiery quirk made him an easy target for those sleazy tabloids to ridicule. Painting the perfect picture of Number One Pro-Hero Deku, and demonising the Number Two who was always hiding in his shadow.

Of course, the media scrutiny didn’t bother Bakugou much, far used to these words for them to have any real bite. The judgement seemed to have followed him since he was a teenager, and he’d spent the better part of his adult years trying to prove himself through his actions. And although you didn’t know it, your opinion meant far more to Bakugou than a handful of gossip magazines.

It wasn’t unusual for these reporters to call through to the Dynamight agency, especially after a successful mission. Each outlet wanting to be the first to get the scoop hot off the press from the main man himself, but fortunately for Bakugou you were the final roadblock between them and the Pro-Hero.

Most of the time you could weed through the good calls and the bad, finding the best opportunities for Dynamight to showcase himself to the world and add those precious boosts to his hero ranking. Knowing firsthand how much Bakugou hated any kind of interview environment, preferring to showcase himself through his hard work, you were careful with the engagements that you picked. The few he did were always enough to keep him sitting comfortable in second place.

You groaned when you realised who you’d ended up with on the phone, the lead journalist for The Heroic Choice, a controversial tabloid that had just published a rather scathing article about Pro-Hero Welder. And you were certain judging by the “direct” quotes that most had been stretched out of context to fit their narrative.

“Thanks for taking our call,” The voice spoke on the other end of the line, not that you’d had much choice, “Dynamight hasn’t responded to any of our emails, so I thought it best to try and reach you directly.”

“Yes, well Dynamight’s a very busy hero.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

“Oh, we’ve heard. We had a very concerned reader call in earlier to tell us that Dynamight almost killed someone again—” You were already seething at the accusation when the reporter continued, “How many totalled buildings is it this year? The budget must be at breaking point by now, or is it less a budget and more hush money for the victims? Almost as bad as a villain, wouldn’t you agree?”

You weren’t sure what came over you in that moment. Some would probably argue that it was the amount of love that you had built inside you for Bakugou Katsuki that made you want to protect and defend him with your life, or it could’ve just been the fact that being his secretary meant you got to see a side of him that no one else was lucky enough to see. The Hero that dedicated so many hours of his life to protecting the city and its residents, putting his own life at risk to ensure that people made it home safely to their loved ones. The countless amount of times you’d visited him in hospital or done a rather bootleg patch up of his injuries in his office after hours. The scars that now littered his body each held their own story of a time where Dynamight put others before himself, and you weren’t about to let some gossipy B-rate magazine besmirch him. Especially to try and call him, the man that would give his life for others, a villain.

So you did what Bakugou probably would’ve done, you exploded.

You weren’t even sure where it came from, certain in the months that you’d been working for Dynamight you’d never once let your temper get the best of you, even with particularly troublesome callers. His personality must have been rubbing off on you, as you continued to argue back and forth with the man on the phone, your voice increasing in power the more he argued back.

The noise roused Bakugou from his mission report, crimson eyes looking up from his laptop as he tried to make out the shouting on the other side of his office wall. Pushing his desk chair back as he dropped his glasses on top of his laptop he made his way towards the hallway, thinking that another person was harassing you for some kind of Dynamight endorsement deal again. Tugging open the door Bakugou prepared himself to tell whoever it was to leave and stop pissing off his secretary but he was shocked to see you shouting on the phone.

“Dynamight is the greatest Hero of our generation and we’re lucky to have someone like him protecting our streets. There’s no telling what could happen if we didn’t have him. Did you know violent crime is down twelve percent since he entered the top ten? And that’s not including the crime syndicates he’s managed to infiltrate in the last three months—”

Bakugou had to stop in the doorframe at the sound of you listing off facts about him so effortlessly. Mouth agape like a fish out of water as he began to wonder who you were on the phone to, and how they had managed to rile you up to this extent.

You hadn’t even noticed him standing there as you continued to berate the caller, asking them whether they had looked up any crime statistics or whether they were just interested in a sleazy headline.

Bakugou didn’t know what to say, standing outside his office as he stared at you between furrowed brows. After hearing shouting outside, he hadn’t expected it to be coming from you, and he definitely hadn’t expected it to be because you were defending him to the media.

It had Bakugou’s chest swelling with pride as he continued to hear you list of reasons why Dynamight would never do an interview with The Heroic Choice, not that he needed you to tell them that. He could’ve easily given them his own list of reasons, the main one being their scathing reviews of anyone other than Pro-Hero Deku. His throat felt dry as he watched your eyes darken as you continued to argue with them on the phone, nostrils flared as he tried to fight the blood rushing directly between his thighs.

God, you were so fuckin’ perfect.

He’d never had anyone defend him to such a level, and it made it even more special that it happened to be you doing it— the woman he was so madly in love with. Even the shy, wide-eyed look you gave him when you noticed him watching you made his heart flutter as you exchanged the last few words with the tabloid over the phone.

You’d been so heated you hadn’t even noticed Bakugou shamelessly ogling you while you were on the telephone, although you were certain he’d heard you. Your voice at least a few octaves louder than necessary, but you couldn’t help it. The realisation you had an audience now dawning on you as you gave your boss a sheepish smile.

“I’m so sorry about that, sir.” You practically gushed as soon as you slammed the phone down, which immediately began ringing again, “It just makes me so mad, they talk like they know you but they really don’t know you at all—”

“Next time, get me.” He rasped, mainly because you didn’t deserve dealing with assholes like that on the phone, but also because Bakugou wasn’t sure if he’d be able to survive you taking another call like that without blowing his load in public. The thought of having to spend the rest of the day in damp boxers had him squirming as he turned around.

“Yes, sir. I know I should’ve, but he made me so angry. I’m sorry.” No matter how many times he told you not to call him sir, you would do it anyway and it did nothing to quell the ache in his pelvis.

“Take five.” Bakugou grumbled.

“Thank you si— Bakugou.” You stopped yourself with a smile as you stood up from the desk hesitantly.

Bakugou practically waddled back into his office, trying to conceal the tent between his thighs from your praise. The overprotective words had his cock throbbing as he tried to calm his racing heart, and it didn’t help you’d said his name. Slamming his office door a little harder than intended as he pressed his back to the hardwood. Eyes screwed shut as Bakugou made a feeble attempt at steadying his breathing, before glaring down at the obvious bulge. Silently willing it to disappear as he prayed you hadn’t seen it.

But Bakugou had left so abruptly with barely a word that you began to worry that you’d done the wrong thing, remembering Creati’s words one evening when she had been visiting the agency. “All press can be good press if you orchestrate it correctly.” Maybe Bakugou really was mad at you for losing your temper on the phone to one of Musutafu’s biggest tabloids, you’d definitely guaranteed another negative Dynamight article about him. Your eyes glancing over to the shut door to his office as you gnawed your glossed lip between your teeth, pondering whether you should knock on the door to apologise. The phone began to ring again as you were making that decision, opting to pick it up and hopefully do some kind of damage control for his important public image. Hoping that the PR team wouldn’t find out just how hostile you’d been on the phone to a company representative. You had no idea that on the other side of the door, your boss was losing his cool because of you, but not for the reason you thought.

About a week later The Heroic Choice ended up posting their scathing article about Dynamight anyway, although it did little to smear his hero rating. Instead the article seemed to focus on his fiery little secretary who was seemingly even more tenacious than his newly appointed sidekicks.

“Dynamight’s secretary even more explosive than him? More on page six.” It was accompanied by a picture of you that Bakugou was certain they’d managed to take from one of your social media profiles.

You’d been so embarrassed when Bakugou had shown you the magazine with a smirk, highlighting his favourite parts of the article which happened to be the direct quotes of you defending his tenacity and altruism.

What you didn’t know was Bakugou had cut out this article and pinned it to the fridge inside his apartment, grinning at it whenever he passed. The picture they’d picked of you was real fucking pretty after all— it wasn’t his fault that it brought back the memories of you defending him every time he looked at it, his cock standing to attention when he remembered how irate you’d looked that day. Somehow it made you even prettier… But of course, he’d never tell you that.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo x reader

[rebouks]

Brynn: You are much more silent than usual today-.. are you going to miss me?

Wyatt was going to miss Brynn a great deal, but telling her that seemed harder than it ought to be, so he said naught instead.

Brynn: You are not comfortable being happy?

Wyatt squinted, something Brynn had learnt he tended to do when she was on the right track.

Brynn: Maybe you should not fight yourself.

Wyatt: Maybe you only know I feel that way because you’re the same.

And as she tended to do when he was right, Brynn dodged Wyatt’s comment.

Brynn: Do you think I stay, if you asked me to?

Wyatt: I don’t think you want me to ask that.

Brynn: No, I don’t…

Wyatt: Do you want to stay though..?

Brynn: I not sure it’s a good idea to leave home-.. not for a man I spend only a few weeks with.

Wyatt’s brow creased, though he quickly rearranged his face; she had a point, whether he liked it or not.

Brynn: Does that hurt your feelings?

Wyatt: No…

Brynn hummed and tugged on Wyatt’s hand, forcing him to stop and face her. It was obvious he was lying. He wanted to know whether this was just a holiday fling to her, or something more, but every time he even thought about doing so it felt like someone had rammed cotton wool down his throat. He’d promised himself he’d be more honest, but it wasn’t going as well as he’d hoped…

Wyatt: What exactly would you be leaving behind? I doubt you’ve exactly made anything for yourself there-.. not with Gael’s arm to cling to.

Wyatt instantly regretted being so blunt as Brynn frowned slightly, a flash of sadness darting across her features.

Brynn: That is a cruel thing to say, no?

Wyatt: Maybe-.. though I’ve a feeling I’m right, so I’m not taking it back.

Brynn narrowed her eyes, he was right, of course. She had nothing of her own in San Myshuno. Everything she owned, down to the clothes on her back, had been paid for by Gael. She’d never thought about leaving before, she had everything she ever needed, technically-.. but spending time with someone who wasn’t afraid to interrogate her about such matters finally made her question her innermost protests, rather than burying them.

She didn’t like Gael, she didn’t like his friends or his apartment, she didn’t want him to propose, didn’t want to marry him, didn’t want to carry his children. It wasn’t ever supposed to be permanent; she wanted a life of her own…

Wyatt: Well?

Brynn: I not argue with you on my last day here.

Wyatt: We’re not arguing, are we?

Brynn: Exactly!

Wyatt ran his hand through his hair and sighed, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He needed more. He was desperate to know how she felt before she left, desperate to know how she’d gotten herself into this situation, whether she wanted out or not. He thought she did, but for once, he wasn’t sure of himself.

Wyatt: I just meant-…

He huffed as Brynn leapt on his back with a chuckle, that was the end of that then. He’d never realised until now how socially inept he was with women-.. no, intimacy; but Brynn didn’t seem to mind, maybe she could relate. He was willing to bet she knew what he was struggling with. It almost seemed as though she were goading him into being honest, like he craved to be.

Brynn: Let’s find somewhere nice-.. if you tell me what you meant, maybe I tell you a story.

He shook his head and snorted, amused; that was definitely what she was doing, wasn’t it?

Wyatt had done a lot of terrible things over the years. Amongst countless other felonies he’d taken more than a few lives - some with his bare hands - but no crime he’d committed had ever caused his heart to beat as erratically as it did now. Against his “better” judgement and despite his pounding chest, he’d held Brynn close and told her how he felt.

He told her how much he’d enjoyed spending time with her, how pleased he’d be if she stayed, and how curious he was about her situation back in San Myshuno. Brynn had softened upon hearing his words, appreciative of his honesty; and in return, she’d told him how she and Gael met…

Brynn hadn’t left Del Sol to begin with, choosing instead to remain employed by Varius, which had eventually been taken over by new management. Never embroiled in Ashton’s more nefarious business ventures, the casino and its franchise hadn’t suffered much, remaining completely operational as a result.

Gael was in town for family and work, hauled to the top floor by some of his rather more enthusiastic associates. Clearly uncomfortable, she’d taken him aside and entertained him in a different manner-.. she’d clocked him eyeing a handsome waiter surreptitiously, felt him recoil from her touch; he might’ve fooled his colleagues, but he hadn’t fooled her. Enjoying an easy night full of free drinks and cheesy jokes, she’d thought nothing of his proposition to attend an upcoming event with him the following weekend.

The event Gael had invited her to was a wedding – his brother’s wedding – and Brynn had suddenly found herself referred to as his girlfriend. She’d thought it quite funny at the time, what an odd man, paying an erotic dancer to pose as one’s partner. The money was good though, and it was much more enjoyable than working in some stuffy club, even one as fancy as Varius.

But as things do, one thing led to another and before Brynn could second guess herself, she’d agreed to move to San Myshuno and stay with Gael permanently. Genesis had seen her arse about Brynn’s newfound source of income, her friends Ace and Robert had moved away, Del Sol was smoggy and garish, held memories she’d rather forget; why wouldn’t she move back to San My? She’d have her own room in a spacious apartment, she wouldn’t have to work, Gael said he’d pay for her to finish school; it seemed like a good idea at the time, like she could have whatever she wanted.

Except she couldn’t. Gael was a controlling - albeit kind - man, terrified of being discovered by his peers. He told her where to go and when, what to wear, what to say, and how to act. He’d take her phone from her if she’d get distracted at one of his precious galas, force her to attend wellness retreats with his colleagues’ insipid girlfriends and wives whilst he and his friends smacked tiny balls with silly sticks, drag her on family vacations to hot countries where she’d get accosted by mosquitoes and prickly heat.

He’d bemoan her lack of enthusiasm when she wasn’t her usual self, but it’d been so many years that Brynn didn’t even know who she was anymore. He’d felt guilty then, promising she could pick their next destination; that it’d be just the two of them, no pretending.

Brynn had never imagined bumping into Wyatt again, but she’d often thought of him, wondering what he’d done after that fateful phone call. She’d almost felt proud of him, in a way-.. it wasn’t easy to turn against your upbringing like that, against your friends, against yourself. She’d given him the benefit of the doubt and he hadn’t taken it for granted, which was more than could be said for a lot of men she’d trusted in the past.

Having landed herself in hot water more times than she could count over the years, Brynn had learnt to be wary of her gut, but she couldn’t deny being drawn to Wyatt; she admired the change in him, despite the fact he seemed unaware of it himself. It was freeing to spend time with someone who didn’t expect her to act a certain way, someone who knew where she’d come from and what she’d been through, yet didn’t appear to judge her poorly for it. He’d done terrible things and so had she; it was nice, being on an even playing field for once.

Brynn had subsequently returned home more disheartened than ever, completely uninterested in her so-called life with Gael. She’d hoped Wyatt would call, hoped she’d get a taste of that freedom in her self-imposed cage, hoped something would magically change. But it hadn’t.

Wyatt: So, you’re not happy anymore?

Brynn: I am very happy here, with you-.. but that scares me.

Wyatt: Why?

Brynn: Because it means I have to confront the fact that I am not happy at home, and that is something I have never done before. I always find someone to take me in, but is always with conditions, I am never free-.. never happy.

Wyatt: Are you safe at least..?

Brynn: It is painfully boring, sharing a home with Gael, but he is not exactly aggressive.

Wyatt scowled; not exactly? That wasn’t what he wanted to hear, he ought to strangle-..

Brynn: I not want you to get involved, I think I would like to do something on my own for once.

Wyat: Okay…

Brynn: I put my foot down and leave, even if it means I have nothing. I not want to run to anyone else, including you.

Wyatt: That’s why you don’t want to stay?

Brynn nodded, it would’ve been easier to tell Gael to stuff it and stay here, but that was what she always did; fall into someone else’s hands. Being with Wyatt was different though, it made her want to choose him because she wanted to, because she could, not because she needed to. If that meant she had to throw everything away and strike out on her own first – even though she had no idea how to – then so be it.

Though he was glad to know the truth, Wyatt was less than thrilled with Brynn’s plan; but she craved true freedom, and after everything she’d endured – in part due to his own transgressions – he figured he owed her as much.

Wyatt: I won’t stop you then…

Brynn: This is why I love you-.. you help set me free in the end, like I to you.

Wyatt: You love me?

Brynn: You love me too, no?

Wyatt dipped his head in agreement. He wasn’t sure how it’d happened so quickly, but there wasn’t much point denying it any longer.

Brynn: Say it…

Wyatt: I love you too.

Brynn: Is not so hard, right?

Wyatt scoffed quietly and shook his head.

Wyatt: I don’t know-.. I’m sweating.

Brynn: [laughs] Ew-.. me too though.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #brynn franz #hnnnnng #lookit them.. telling the truth to each other n talking properly n shit #maybe they've been replaced by aliens 🤷‍♀️ #there's so much to unpack here.. #but i think the two most important things are that wyatt actually allowed some real gods honest emotion to come outta his mouth #for the first time in like forever.. #and that even if we don't agree with brynn - past future or present - she should get the chance to decide her own fate for once #and he GETS it #;-; #this is why she cried on the mountain.. cos for the first time in forever she felt free #stood on top of the world like that she realised she's the captain.. n even if jumping off the ship is scary #maybe she'll find some land #u kno #maybe even a slightly reformed wyatt too ¯\(°_o)/¯ #bwuhh #neway.. u asked for this essay so i hope u enjoyed it 😆

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I’ll Prove It

Pairing - Jason Todd X (F) Reader Words - 1.7k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Oral Sex (F!Receiving) - Jason Todd would absolutely kiss your pussy before eating you out - He’s a cocky son-of-a-bitch too - Swearing. Notes - hhHHhhh I couldn’t help myself. Jason would be so good at oral, I just know it.

MASTERLIST

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There’s adrenaline and courage and a burning question in the back of your throat.

The question you want to ask doesn’t come easy. It sticks and bruises at the inside of your mouth, splinters like glass and punctures you straight through the tongue. You think you have one hand locked tight around your own throat to keep you from opening your mouth.

It feels disloyal, maybe even dirty that you want to ask, want to put the words out into the judgemental face of the world. Part of you is prepared to weld your mouth shut, prepared to twist the question into something less revealing, less shameful.

But you need to know.

If you don’t ask now, you worry that you’ll never gain the courage to do it again.

“Jay.” You say, and try to ignore the heat rushing up your neck. “Would you enjoy giving your partner oral?”

His reaction is immediate, and resembles being struck by a live wire.

“Wow. Did they seriously not do it? Not even once?” Jason queries, something unreadable in his voice. His focus darts to the person sitting by the bar, eyes narrowing in scathing judgement.

You don’t know what to do with your hands, “Uh. Not really, no.” You manage to get out, and Jason nearly chokes on a growl. “They said it was too much work, that it takes ages for me to, um...”

You trail off, the words roll around bitterly on the tip of your tongue. You’re not sure if you’re ready to admit that your ex thought you took too long to finish, that they thought that there was something wrong with you and had given up on trying to make you feel good.

You don’t know if you want Jason to know that. It feels almost like betrayal, not only to them, but to yourself.

What if there is something wrong with you?

“Say it.” Jason demands, voice utterly unyielding. He leans in to hear you better and your heart skips when you realise he’s almost looming over you. All quiet dominance and borderline protection. The focus in his eyes would be unnerving if you didn’t know him as well as you do, didn’t know that he’s offended on your behalf. “Come on, darlin’. Say it for me.” 

You swallow, your throat feels like it’s going to close up. You can’t look him in the eye. You still don’t know what to do with your hands, “They said it took too long for me to come, that there was som--that something was wrong with me.”

Jason swears, and you think it sounds more like a snarl than anything else, syllables ground together and gnashed out from between his teeth. You look into his eyes, the vibrant green is mesmerising.

You swear they’re glowing.

And underneath all that beautiful colour, you see something challenging rush in like a storm.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” He finally says, tugging a hand through his hair. Jason throws another furious look towards the bar, quickly coming to a decision in his head. “An’ I’ll fucking prove it.”

**

You can’t look at him.

You’ve got your head tipped back to the ceiling, thoughts fraying at the edges like so much cheap rope. You try to duck your head, try to meet his gaze. But you can’t. Heat splashes over your cheeks and you chew on your bottom lip. It’s goddamn impossible.

Jason presses his palms over your knees, sweeps them back and forth in an act of comfort. There’s a flutter in your chest, almost like there's something alive and kicking behind the cage of your trembling ribs.

Jason pauses. Then says your name, softly, sweetly, like he aches right down to his bones, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” You reassure immediately, finally dropping your head enough to look him in the eye. “Jay, I want to. Please.”

He presses a kiss to the sensitive skin at the inside of your knee and your fingers shake, throat suddenly thick, “If at any point you want to stop–”

“I’ll tell you.” You interrupt.

Jason exhales, you think it might be in relief. His palms skate up your thighs, nudging the hem of your dress higher and higher until he stops when the fabric just covers your underwear. Stroking the pad of his thumb up and down your slit, Jason sucks in a breath through his teeth when he feels your wetness start to soak through the thin fabric.

“Oh, you poor baby,” He breathes, “Your pretty little cunt really didn’t get much attention, huh? I’ve barely even touched you and you’re soaking through your panties.”

Your head thunks backwards against the mirror. A bathroom isn’t exactly the best place to be. But you think that if Jason Todd offered to eat you out in the middle of a crowded room, there wouldn’t be much protest on your behalf.

He slips the damp fabric down your thighs and tucks it in his back pocket.

“I’m getting those back, right?” You ask, head still resting against the mirror. “I can’t exactly walk out of here with no underwear.”

“Sure you can.” Jason says, and you feel him grin against your inner thigh. “I don’t see a problem with you not getting them back.”

You lean forwards, hunger shredding your insides, “You’re not keeping them.”

Jason growls, eyes flashing up from between your thighs, the green is glowing. His hands shove your knees apart, spreading you open in a way that has you wanting to hide your face. A dark smirk flutters over his face, teeth sinking into his lower lip when he sees the puffy lips of your pussy glistening.

“I’m keeping your underwear, baby. You don’t have a choice. I at least want something to remember this by.” He drawls, voice deep and low and catching on the wicked edge of his Gotham accent. Firmly holding your thighs apart you feel his gaze on your cunt. “Fucking hell, look at you. You’re so wet, sweetheart. I can tell you haven’t had much attention lately.” Jason spreads the lips of your pussy apart and you feel your clit twitch and swell under the attention. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.”

Embarrassment sinks its teeth into your throat.

Cockiness isn’t something you’d usually find attractive. But Jason pulls it off like it’s second nature, like it's something weaved into the very fabric of his being. He glances up at you like he’s better than you, like he already knows that he’s going to ruin you. And unsurprisingly, half of you wants to punch him directly in the face.

But he looks good.

He looks really fucking good.

And when he presses his mouth against your weeping cunt, the urge to fight him flickers and dies.

Jason kisses your pussy, kisses your clit. He moves, presses a light smattering of kisses over your thighs and stomach. His mouth is wet. You’re fidgeting, hips trying to chase after his attention. He moves further away each time, trails his mouth in the opposite direction to where you want him.

Digging your fingers into his shoulders you whine, “Jay, c’mon–please.”

Licking along the crease where the top of your thigh meets your hip Jason hums, thumbs still holding your pussy open. Finally dropping down, he presses his tongue against your leaking hole, collecting your wetness and smearing it up to your swollen clit.

It twitches against his mouth and you gasp when Jason sucks at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You’re so sensitive.” He mutters, sucking harder just to yank a jolt out of your body. “Bet I could make you come from just a few little kisses.” The thought of Jason kissing your pussy until you come has your head spinning, has you aching to the point of almost pain. Arousal leaks out of you, “Oh,” Jason smirks, “You like the idea of that, huh?”

Moaning in agreement your hips buck. Jason shifts his grip, uses his incredible strength to hold you still.

Dragging his tongue over your clit he gives it long, flat licks. The pressure has your eyes rolling back, fingers quickly sweeping through Jason’s hair. You never knew it could be like this, that oral could feel so good. He suckles at the little bud and you keen, muscles trembling.

“Shit-fuck-shit.” You gasp, chest heaving. “Jay, you’re s’good.”

Using one hand, Jason dips two fingers into your clenching pussy. Sliding them up to the second knuckle he twists his wrist, drags the pads of his thick fingers against that soft, spongy patch inside you and coos when you whine.

“There you go, baby.” He praises, crooking his fingers and fucking you slowly. “You taste so good. Gonna ruin you for anyone else, your pretty princess cunt is mine now, ain’t no one going to eat you out better than this.”

Grinding against his mouth you mewl, thighs shaking horribly.

Your slick coats his fingers, starts leaking over his palm and down his wrist. Jason moans into your pussy, sucks at your clit until it twitches hard between his lips. Tracing random letters over the swollen, twitching nub he catalogues your reaction to each movement, files it away in his head then pulls it forwards, uses it against you.

He gets you right to the edge with barely any effort at all.

Your head is spinning, you can’t think straight.

Jason sucks hard at your clit, fucks you with his fingers, and your limbs lock up tight. Shaking apart in his hands you choke on a garbled moan, hands grasping at his hair, his shoulders, anything to offer support as your pussy convulses against his wicked mouth.

Working you through your orgasm Jason refuses to let up until you start trying to pull away, start shoving his head in an effort to get him to stop licking and sucking at your sensitive clit. He lets you go, glances up at you, eyes fucking electric.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Told you, sweetheart. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

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#jason todd x reader smut #jason todd smut #red hood x reader smut #red hood smut #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #dc fanfic #dc fanfiction #cannot get the thought of Jason kissing ur pussy out of my head #send help man down #ella writes

[blue-jisungs]

imagine seungkwan comes back from like a week trip maybe? or back from devils plan, and he sees you depressed and unmoving on the couch. he asks if youve been taking care of yourself and without speaking u tell him no, so he js very gently takes care of u, like gives u food and does your skincare, and then cuddles you at the very end

care

author’s note. hiya roxiekoxie!! i rushed to write this ㅠㅠ i hope it meets your expectations even a little and can bring you some comfort :”) love you<3

warnings. it’s not openly said but reader is depressed / in a bad mental state :( + brief mention of nudity (?) but only bc they’re showering together (nothing suggestive or explicit!)

seungkwan was excited to be home. filming the devil’s plan was fun but tirding, and above all – he missed you. he knew you were a bit down lately and sadly he wasn’t allowed to use his phone during the filming. so there he was, worried sick but also y/n-deprived, on his way home.

he struggled with putting the key in, hands trembling. once he got it, he almost pushed in the suitcases and his shoes went flying on the floor.

“y/nnie, i’m home!” seungkwan yelled out, pure happiness in his voice. his legs led him to the bedroom, hoping you’d be there. nope. “hello…?”

the house was silent, as if vacuous.

seungkwan entered the room and his heart clenched. it was messy, piles of clothes on the floor and on the armchair. your academic books were laying all around the desk, accompanied by some wrappers and dirty dishes. the bin was overflowing, empty energy drink cans rolling next to it.

he let out a quiet sigh, guilt and worry washing over him.

“y/n, cutie?” your boyfriend called out again and walked over to the living room “oh, here you are…”

you were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. eyes staring into the distance, only fidgeting with your fingers. the tv was showing the netflix site but there was ‘are you still watching?’ displayed on the screen.

“oh, y/nnie…” seungkwan mumbled and walked up to you, cupping your face in his cheeks. he planted a kiss on your greasy hair, yet he didn’t mind. he was glad to be back but most importantly – he knew he had to take care of you.

you looked up at him, puffy eyes and wet lashes. you were tired, he could tell. but, he could also tell you missed him too. and even though you weren’t showing it right now, your eyes told him that.

“did you take care of yourself when i was gone?” he asked, almost cautiously.

silence.

seungkwan caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, heart sinking.

“poor y/nnie” he mumbled, leaning to place another tender kiss on the top of your hair “let’s take care of you, then”

you nodded gently, too tired to even answer. nvseungkwan looked at you with sincere concern, but not the nagging one. he turned off the tv and helped you stand up. you didn’t have your makeup on but he led you to the bathroom anyways.

your boyfriend helped you undress and showered with you. he’s tender, soft and caring; the way he pecked your face, the way his fingers massaged your scalp gently. he helped you shower, humming songs underneath his breath; no judgement or snarky comments whatsoever. just you, him and the water hugging your body. when you thought about it, you couldn’t really remember when you took a shower.

then, before you can realise, you’re wrapped in a warm towel and sitting on the countertop next to the sink. seungkwan brought you fresh pyjama (his tee and his sweatpants) and tossed the ones you had to the laundry. once he’s in his pjs, he stands between your legs and looks at you as if you hung the stars on the sky.

“are you hungry?” seungkwan asked. you nodded weakly.

“too tired to move though” you mumbled; croaked even. but all that mattered that he got to hear your voice, that he missed dearly.

“it’s okay. i’ll grab you something from kitchen, m’yeah? just stay here” he hummed happily and rushed to kitchen. quickly chopping a few fruits and throwing them into a yogurt, the he added some honey. it wasn’t anything fancy but he figured it’ll be good, if you haven’t eaten much lately and eating a huge portion of food wouldn’t be too good for your stomach. at least now.

he returned and smiled sweetly at you.

“let’s eat… then we’ll brush our teeth, do our skincare and then…” his voice trailed off teasingly. your eyes lit up in the most adorable way, a small pout forming on your lips.

“can we… cuddle?” you asked quietly, almost as if too shy to say it out loud. it melted his heart – you didn’t say a word while under the shower but suddenly you’re shy when asking for cuddles.

he nodded, a huge grin plastered on his face.

“oh, of course. your wish is my command” seungkwan sing-sang. upon noticing you haven’t eaten yet, he grabbed the bowl “open up?”

he fed you patiently, his other hand resting under your chin in case anything fell from the spoon. occasionally he brushed your hair out of your face. yet, there was no sign of annoyance or discomfort in his eyes. he did it with love and care, sincerely showing that through his gestures and also the look in his eyes.

once you were done with eating, he couldn’t resist himself and placed a soft kiss on the top of your nose. to his joyfulness, a faint smile bloomed on your lips.

you watched seungkwan pull out the skin care products with one hand, the other was resting in your thigh.

“the devil’s plan was so fun to film…” he started, smiling softly when recalling the memories “obviously i can’t tell you who won, you’ll have to see yourself”

“so it wasn’t you” you snickered. normally, he’d shot you a bombastic side eye, followed by a snarky comment.

but seungkwan was happy to hear you. with a wholehearted chuckle.

“oh shush”

your boyfriend continued chatting while working on your face. his fingers spread serums and creams gently, acting like your skin was made of fine china. he stared at you lovingly, eyes scanning your features in case if he missed a spot.

when he was done with you, he quickly did his routine. seungkwan skipped a couple of steps, only because he knew that you needed cuddles… and he needed them too. nothing was ever much more important than you.

“done” he hummed, adoring you “let’s go”

he helped you go to the bedroom, since you were a bit cramped. after tucking you in and fixing the pillow under your head, he turned off the lights.

snuggling next to you, his arms wrapped around your waist. you felt warmth – not sure if it was the duvet or his embrace that you dearly missed.

“i love you” seungkwan whispered, hot breath fanning into your skin. he didn’t care that the cream he just put on will smear; he just wanted to be next to you, as closest as possible.

and you didn’t have to word it out; by the way you sneaked your hand and linked your pinkies, he could tell you wanted the same.

“it’ll be alright” your boyfriend breathed out, the moonlight shining on his face “we’ve got this”

masterlist <3

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[katnisspeetaprim]

Late Night Talking

Jungkook/Reader

Summary; Fluff loosely based on the drunk live he did the other day cuz he killed us all with it.

Warnings; established relationships, fluff, swearing, drinking/alcohol, female reader, implied sexual content, (nothing happens) use of noona.

Word count;1136 Masterlist

Jungkook had randomly decided that he wanted to go live...At 2AM, why? You had no idea. He was even doing it without permission, which did make you a little concerned but, what could they really do to punish him at this point?

You didn’t really understand why the live couldn’t have waited till tomorrow, i’s not like he wouldn’t have had time but whatever, plus you were a night owl so you didn’t mind waiting up for him. Not that you had much of a choice either way, considering he had taken over the bedroom.

You were currently sat in the room adjacent to the bedroom, just mindlessly scrolling on your phone as Bam lay next to you. You could hear Jungkook talking and even singing from the next room, you cringed at how loud he got at some points. Hopefully the walls were thick enough so that your neighbours couldn’t hear you. He had been live for over an hour at this point, putting the time at not long past 3AM.

You decided to change tabs on your pone to check up and see what he was actually doing.

‘I have Y/N’s initials in a little heart on my inner arm.’ His tired voice flowed from your phone as he showed his arm. He was showing his tattoos off. This would make ARMY go crazy, you silently chuckled at the thought of them getting what they had been asking for since he first started getting tattooed.

‘Y/N has JK on her for me.’ Your ears perked up at the mention of your name, ‘She also has a little cookie that she got years ago. She’s kinda embarrassed about it.’ He laughed at the last part. Your face heated up as you noticed his chat suddenly speed up after he exposed your secret tattoo.

You groaned as you closed out the app, leaning over to cuddle up to Bam, ‘I’m going to kill your dad.’

Truth is, you were a little embarrassed by the small cookie tattoo on your ribs. You got it not long after you started dating, being the result of a drunken night spent together. Luckily, the two of you had managed to stay together since then, not that it was a difficult task by any means.

Just under an hour had passed since you checked in on him, until you noticed your twitter notifications going more crazy than usual.

‘What the-‘ You were kind of scared to look honestly. Usually when twitter went off like this it wasn’t due to something good, but your face lit up with amusement when you realised what was happening.

(Ignore the time on the tweets)

You had a wide smile on your face as you got up to check on him once gain, Bam not hesitating to follow closely behind you.

‘Kook?’ You slowly pushed the bedroom door open.

‘Ah noona...’ He looked up at you with wide eyes, almost as if he had forgotten you were here. Yeah. He was drunk, you thought to yourself.

‘You ok? You’ve been live for quite a while now.’ You smile at him as you moved closer, Bam way ahead of you, already nestling up against Jungkook who started to scratch his head.

He reached his hand out to grasp your and pull you forward.

‘Come say hi to ARMY.’ Your eyes widened as you realised he wanted you to appear on camera. You swiftly anchored yourself to the floor, not allowing him to move you anymore.

‘Boy it’s pat 4AM! You’re insane if you think I’m getting on camera looking like this!’ You were currently sporting one of Jungkooks oversized t-shirts, using it as a nightgown as it came to your mid thigh, with only your panties underneath, hair pulled into a messy ponytail and face bare. If he were sober, he wouldn’t be so careless to try and get you on camera in your current state of undress, but obviously his judgement was a little clouded right now.

‘You always look beautiful to me though...’ His face dropped slightly at your rejection as yours also softened. Feeling bad, you reached forward and pulled him up by his arm so his face was out of camera view, before leaning in and placing a soft kiss to his lips. As you pulled back, you pushed some of his fluffy hair out of his face before moving to rest your hand on his cheek, him leaning into your touch.

‘I’m gonna lay down in bed, why don’t you come join me soon?’ You tried your best to speak softly to him, in a effort to not be heard by his live stream, but with a quick glance at the screen as you fully pulled away, it confirmed to you that yes, they had in fact heard you.

JUNGKOOK!

Kookie is gonna get some OMG!

Don’t leave us Kook L

Y/N IS A MASSIVE SLUT!

Are we cockblocking JK right now?

OMG guys I cant.....

And so on. You get the picture.

You couldn’t help but laugh as around 10 million people now knew that Jungkook would be getting lucky when he got off live.

He flopped back down in view of the camera, cheeks tinted red with blush at the flood of messages coming in about his sex life.

‘Anyway...’ Jungkook trailed off, trying to change the subject as he once again lay down on his arms, reading the chat.

You laugh to yourself again at how cruel you were to him, but could you push it further?

Before crawling onto the bed you turned back to look at him, causing his eyes to flick up to you. Smirking, you began to slowly lift his shirt from your body and over your head, revealing your naked form to him, with only your lower region covered by a thin pair of panties. You then turned away before laying down on the bed, facing away from him on your front as you played with your phone, just to tease him a little more.

His eyes widened and he sat up a little as he took you in. If he were sober he would have been able to hide his reaction better, alas he was not so now, he was faced with millions of people in his chat, basically demanding to know what he was looking at. He now had to find a way to quickly end the live stream without seeming too suspicious, but that ship had already sailed, as a quick check on twitter revealed to you that #KookieGetsLucky is already trending. You bit your lip as you tried to conceal your laughter.

If he wasn’t already in trouble with the company, then he for sure would be now and it was all your fault. Oh well, worth it.

#bts #imagine #scenario #one shot #drabble #reaction #smut #fluff #angst #jeon jungkook #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #kookie #noona #idol!au #live stream #bam

[lilmoonbunny]

Take me Back; Ex-Graves

When your ex shows up at your apartment severely injured, you have no choice but to help him.

When you return home from deployment to see your houses lights on and blood on the carpet, the first thing you do is pull out your gun.

Moving silently through your house is the only option as to not scare the intruder away.

However, your movements became louder the moment you saw who was bleeding on your floor.

“Philip Graves, I haven’t seen you in a few years, and the first thing you do is bleed all over my carpet? Forever the gentleman.” Y/N let out a small sigh at the unwanted visitor, but glad it was him and not an intruder.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” the bleeding man grunted out, evidently delirious judging by his honest words. “You always said your house was open to me.”

Y/N sighed. “That was when we were together,”

Graves simply rolled his eyes and pointed to his wound. “Think you can help me out?”

Of course, the first person you see when you come back home is your ex-boyfriend. Even worse, he was bleeding on your new carpet.

With a sigh, you grab your med-kit and begin patching him up.

As you work, he’s completely out of it from blood loss. He’s pale, shaking, and uttering absolute nonsense.

“C’mon, Philip. You can’t just pass out on me,”

“Don’t call me that,” he slurred out, the blood loss clearly clouding his judgement. It was clear she had to stitch the wound quickly.

“Why not?” Y/N asked quietly, brushing Graves’ sweat-stuck hair from his face before beginning to stitch the wound.

A groan left the Commanders lips, but no complaints were heard. “You never called me that,”

“What did I call you?” Whilst she knew the answer, Y/N figured it would be best to keep him talking, even if he’d be embarrassed once he was rested.

“Phil, Graves, baby. It was never Philip.”

His words were true, but you had been broken up for nearly two years now. Surely it had to be the blood loss making him say this; he couldn’t miss you the same way you did.

Eventually, the man passed out and you were left alone with your thoughts.

A groan slipped from Graves’s lips as he gradually gained consciousness. He had no idea where he was, let alone who the woman in front of him was; the last thing that he remembered was being shot.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” a familiar voice sounded, “glad to see you didn’t die on me.”

He was shocked upon realising where he was. He always knew he would think about you in his last moments, but he didn’t expect to have come to your house whilst he believed he was dying.

“Gave me quite the fright, you know?” You were oblivious to his internal struggles and continued talking. “Thought you were an intruder, then was shocked it was you, and then had to patch you up whilst you were talking absolute shit.”

“I missed you,” he mumbled. He had no idea why he said that, perhaps he was still somewhat out of it from the blood loss.

You froze at his honest words. It was one thing whilst he was delirious and bordering on unconsciousness, but to say it whilst completely conscious, albeit likely still dazed, was something else. It was something he would actually remember.

“C’mon, Phil. Don’t say that.” Y/N sighed quietly, “Don’t say things you don’t mean.

Philip shot up at the words, groaning as he pulled his stitches.

“Be careful you idiot. I worked hard on them.” She said, but he knew what she meant: she still cared.

“Please, Y/N. Please take me back…”

#call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #call of duty imagines #call of duty graves #call of duty fanfic #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mw2 x reader #call of duty mw2 imagine #call of duty mw2 imagines #call of duty mw2 fanfic #call of duty mw2 fanfiction #mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2 imagine #philip graves #philip graves x reader #philip graves imagine #philip graves imagines #graves #graves x reader #graves imagine #graves imagines

[theemporium]

more subby baby Lando

Lando immediately asks Carlos about reader after that night and Carlos goes into Cupid mode, inviting Lando around whenever he’s going to hang out with reader and vice versa - after they’ve been hanging around all together consistently for about a month, Lando finally gets the nerve to ask her out to dinner just the two of them

she says yes and he goes about finding a hot ticket restaurant, one that’s a splurge but anything to impress his dream girl, and they have a lovely time even though he has to reassure her that he’s got it, she doesn’t have to worry about how expensive it is, she can order whatever she wants

when she gets home, she’s trying to remember what it is he does that he can take care of a dinner like that since she knows he left Mr. Sainz’s company so she googles him, thinking she’s going to find a LinkedIn and getting a whole show - an hour later, she finds herself still watching his videos and she’s absolutely hooked, so she makes a profile under just her first name and waits until he’s streaming live next and making the prettiest noise to drop him a tip with the message “can I get you to make that sound for me on Saturday night?”

he sees it come across the screen and freezes up, going white as a sheet and then red, leaning forward off the dildo to stutter “uh, sorry guys, I have to go right now, something came up, uh bye”

the first thing he does is call Carlos and tear him a new one for spilling the beans to reader, to which he says “I didn’t tell her anything, she must have just googled you, cabron, you know there aren’t that many people named Lando even if you don’t have your last name on there”

and the way lando starts avoiding you because he’s panicked and he’s stressed and he can’t exactly wrap his head around it. he’s almost just waiting to see his phone ping and everything to be exposed and for his whole life to come crumbling down

what he isn’t expecting is that maybe reader shows up at his door after getting his address from carlos

and it’s a bit awkward and he’s still a bit flustered even when she apologises. and when he realises there’s no judgement from her, something in his chest eases and she can physically see the relief take over his body

and she kinda coos like, “aw, baby boy, did you really think that it would ruin us? ruin you?” and her fingers are running through his curls and he doesn’t mean to whimper, it just happens

and then it’s her kinda leaning down, lips against his ear whilst his cheeks are on fire and she’s like, “let me take care of you, let me make it up to you”

#cece answers #pornstar!lando #lando.thots

[hiro--aoki]

TWD Incorrect Quotes from my classmates

Tw: contains swear words, mention of sex, use of slut and maybe some other offense things, idk

Michonne: Because your minds are still developing you want to….

Y/N: Do drugs!

Michonne: Take more risks…

Y/N: Nah…

Michonne: A risk is any unsafe action or stupid, thoughtless and careless behaviour.

Carl to Y/N: Literally me.

*Coughs that sound like an erupting volcano*

Abraham: My tummy hurts.

Michonne: Can you name three risks?

Merle: Sex with no protection!

Carl: A gun with no safety on!

Y/N: Having a forehead as big as Merle’s!

Deanna: So, we have codes A, C and D.

Rick: Why not code B? Where’s the B????

Aaron: B-cause.

Glenn: You should b- ashamed of yourself…. I’m not funny

Maggie: You’re not funny

Deanna: So, code A stands for….?

Daryl: Ass!

Eugene: Acceptable!

Aaron: Yeah *fistbump*

Y/N: Nerd!

Deanna: What about code C?

Maggie: Coffee.

Eugene: Calculated!

Deanna: Yes! How about code D?

Abraham: Deez nuts!

Sasha: Dangerous!

Carol: Destructive!

Deanna: Yeah! You guys concern me!

Y/N: Ron, shut up you acoustic monk.

Glenn: Guys I accidentally wrote relationhips instead of relationships.

Carl: Y/N, has relationhips.

Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean?!?!

Y/N: Carl, has a shirt that says ‘ Roblox is life’ shirt, and he said it suits me.

Negan: Feel how soft my water bottle is.

Simon: Stop stroking your water bottle like that!

Michonne: What’s something that was legal, but was a destructive decision?

Merle: Weed!

Enid: I wanna jump off a cliff.

Y/N: I wanna kiss a 12 gauge.

Enid: My dad jumped out of a plane without a parachute…

Carl: My dad is a plane.

Andrea: My butt hurts.

Dale: *Gives strange look*

Andrea: You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck me.

Dale: What?

Shane: Ha!

Dale: No, I actually didn’t hear.

Amy: Real.

Negan: Did you wash your ass today?

Michonne: So, tell me an example of a safety risk?

Merle: Your mom

Michonne: …and some conatin cannabis

Judith: These gummies tastes funny.

*Watching a budget direct ad and Captain Risky comes on*

Jesus: Smash

Ron: Bro’s him

Daryl: I mean he has all the skills

Carl: Bluds the main character

Y/N: You look like a potato

Dwight: You look like a trash can

Y/N: Nuh uh

Dwight: Yeah uh

Negan: Dwight, keep working *Lightly caresses the shovel Dwight’s hand*

Y/N: Stop!

Dwight: Stop it I don’t like it!

Y/N: Yes, we are Sluts

Rosita: Sexy Ladies Under Tonnes of Stress

Y/N: I can’t make a decision that big, I can’t even tie my own shoes!

Enid: Please tell me you’re joking.

Y/N: I’m not, I tie them like a three-year old! Let me show you!

Enid: No, no thanks…

Y/N: Watch my feet! Watch my shoes. *Ties laces with two loops*

Enid: Ew *visibly cringes*

Carl: …I just asked if you wanted pancakes or waffles….

Glenn: Look how much funny shit we said today.

Daryl: I can’t it’s too black

Glenn: Ayo?

Daryl: I meant too dark!

Y/N: Nah!

*Glenn adjusts lighting*

Daryl: Now it’s too white!

Y/N: !!!

Daryl: Too bright! Too bright!

Negan: BALLS

Y/N: Gotta rizz ‘em with the ‘tism

Negan: I’m a Savior….save ya mom!

*Carl and Ron carrying a log*

Enid: For a second I thought that was in their ass’s

Y/N: I want them up my ass

Enid: What?

Y/N: What?

*Truck passes*

Daryl: Awww yeah, listen to tha’

Y/N: I can smell the air…

Daryl: No shit, sherlock!

Glenn: Don’t judge a book by it’s-

Eugene: Erm actually, it’s in the human instincts system, for us to make a quick judgement on a person appearance to determine whether they are friend or foe.

Y/N: Oooh, did I appear friend or foe when you first saw me?

Eugene: Well, when I first encountered you, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly, but since then, I have realised my mistake and have grown scared of you.

Rosita: He’s scared of everything…

Eugene: Not pickles!

Beth: What song do you wear?

#twd #the walking dead #twd incorrect quotes #carl grimes #daryl dixon #dale horvath #rick grimes #shane walsh #amy harrison #andrea harrison #enid rhee #back off enid #ron anderson #rosita espinosa #eugene porter #abraham ford #glenn rhee #maggie rhee/greene #michonne grimes #negan smith #simon twd #dwight twd #twd jesus #judith grimes #twd aaron #twd deanna #carol peletier #merle dixon #sasha twd

[marvelmusing]

Keep Your Judgement

Chapter Nine

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: A betrayal is brought to light, prompting you into action to save Aleksander’s life.

Warnings: canon level violence, mentions of death and poisoning.

My Masterlist • Series Masterlist

Early morning sunlight warms your face as you walk through the workshop, and the fox tugs frantically at your thoughts, dragging your attention back to the bundle of flowers that sit in a glass vase on Vladim’s desk. 

Circling back to stand in front of the flowers you try to focus on the fox as he nudges one of his own memories into your mind. 

“What’s this?” you ask Vladim. 

He looks up from the papers he’s been sorting through, his brows furrowing as he looks at the collection of thin stems bundled together. 

“Silphium plant. I gathered some last week and have been adding it to the General’s tonic.” 

With a frown, you duck your head down to sniff cautiously at the little white flowers, taking care not to inhale too much of the pollen. 

“This isn’t silphium.” 

Vladim’s frown deepens but you’re hardly aware of it as the fox shows you a memory of cows grazing in a field, munching on flowers like these only to be dead within a few hours. 

“It’s hemlock,” you say, a hollowness in your voice.  

His face drops. He shakes his head, moving quickly back towards the cupboards behind him. He yanks open a drawer. 

“I know they’re almost identical, so I always keep them separate.”  

Vladim’s voice wavers with anxiety as he stares at the dried clump of flowers in the cupboard. 

“They’ve been switched,” he whispers. “I- I don’t know how it happened, but they’ve been switched.” 

At the sight of your expression darkening with anger, Vladim’s eyes widen with fear. He stammers to explain himself, but your face immediately softens when you realise that it’s you he’s afraid of.

“I know you didn’t do this, Vladim,” you say calmly, despite how fiercely your heart is pounding in your chest. “I need you to go to the General now. Make sure he doesn’t drink this morning’s dose and gather together any spare vials of the tonic.”

Vladim nods hurriedly, taking off out of the workshop. With him gone, you feel able to crumble a little, leaning heavily against his desk as you turn your head to where Genya is standing at David’s desk.

The colour in her porcelain cheeks has been drained and your throat tightens as your eyes meet hers.

“There’s no cure,” you whisper hopelessly.

Silence rings painfully in your ears.

Then David stands, clasping his hands together as he thinks.

“Merzost will have been acting as an antidote. All the General will require is something to treat the potential symptoms of the poison.”

For a moment, you can barely process what David has just said. Then it clicks.

Nodding, you open up the book lying on Vladim’s desk, flicking frantically through the pages to find the side effects of consuming hemlock. David’s practical words have given you something to cling to, instead of dissolving into panic. 

Genya appears at your side as your eyes scan down the correct page and she reads the words printed there alongside you.

Muscle pain. Fatigue. Headaches. A persistent cough. Irregular heart pattern. Respiratory failure. Seizures.

Forcing yourself to stop reading, the air in your lungs feels light as you struggle to breathe. Half of the symptoms overlap with what Aleksander is already experiencing due to merzost, which worries you infinitely.

With shaking hands, you reach for an empty vial as David rummages through Vladim’s desk drawer.

“Ginger for muscle pain,” Genya suggests. David nods in agreement.

Together, the three of you manage to assemble a tonic to somewhat restore Aleksander’s health, hopefully counteracting any damage the poison might have done to him. His subconscious use of merzost is what concerns you the most, but there is little you can do to help with that.

As you make your way to Aleksander’s rooms, your thoughts are already focused on finding who did this.

It must have been someone who had either direct access to the workshop or his rooms, but that would include any materialki for starters. The Sanctuary doesn’t have the same level of order and security as the Little Palace, meaning that anyone could have entered Aleksander’s rooms and tampered with his tonic.

It appears Genya is thinking along the same lines as you.

“Hemlock stains both wool and silk,” she informs you. “Collecting the flowers will have left a mark on the culprit’s kefta.”

Turning to look at her, she meets your gaze determinedly and you give her a nod of acknowledgement. Together, you will find out who did this.

Aleksander is sitting in the armchair by the fire when you arrive, but he stands once you enter the room.

Two heartrenders, Fedoyr and Sergei, stand near Aleksander’s desk. He must have been in the middle of an early morning briefing with the corporalki.

Aleksander’s eyes lock on yours as David hands him the new tonic, and after a small nod from you he drinks down the contents within a few swallows. His nose wrinkles slightly once he’s finished but you breathe a small sigh of relief.

“What’s going on?” Sergei asks, fidgeting with the sleeves of his kefta as his eyes bounce over each person in the room.

The morning light is pale as it falls over your face, casting particular attention onto a series of marks on Sergei’s kefta and you go still as you stare at him.

“How many doses?” you ask him directly.

His eyes widen and everyone turns to look at him. Under such scrutiny, his fidgeting intensifies, nails scraping against the texture of white powder dried onto his red kefta.

“What?”

“How many of the General’s doses have you poisoned?”

“Are you insane?” He manages a weak scoff, but any attempt at nonchalance is destroyed by his wide fearful eyes as he glances towards the door. “This is ridiculous.”

He makes a dash for the door but you’re quicker. It takes barely any prior thought for your power to seize the thin chain hanging beneath his shirt. The strength of your anger and fear almost shocks you as Sergei stumbles backwards, grasping frantically at his throat as you pin him to the wall.

With shaking hands, you hold him there, the fox snarling in your mind.

“Genya?” you prompt.

She hovers her palm over the edge of his sleeves, examining the stains there. Her frown of concentration hardens into realisation before she nods.

“It’s hemlock.”

“How many?” you demand, turning your attention back to Sergei.

He wheezes, the veins in his neck bulging with the strain of trying to fight against the hold you have on him. Pressing your hands tighter together, the chain pulls harder at his throat.

“I can make this exceptionally painful for you.”

Something in his eyes shatters at your warning, no doubt seeing the truth in your determined gaze.

“Four,” he confesses.

The temptation to keep going tugs at you, to tighten your hold until his lungs are empty. He had tried to kill Aleksander. He could have succeeded. You could have lost him. That alone feels like justification enough.

Genya rests her hand on your forearm.

“He’s worth more to us alive,” she murmurs. “He could be a spy.”

Her words make sense, but the fox’s instincts are so deeply embedded in your soul that for a brief moment you don’t care if keeping him alive is the smart thing to do. He tried to kill your mate.

That thought from the fox shocks you enough to release your hold on the chain, allowing Sergei to slump back against the wall, his legs crumpling as he almost loses consciousness. His eyes widen momentarily before he passes out.

Fedoyr stops at your side, lowering his hands when Sergei lands on the floor with a thud and you realise Fedoyr is the reason for Sergei’s loss of consciousness. There’s a hardness in Fedoyr’s gaze as he looks at you. It appears you aren’t the only one furious that this had happened.

For a moment, nobody speaks.

Then Aleksander straightens himself, placing down the empty vial before he begins to issue orders.

“Fedoyr, take him down to the outhouse. I want a guard posted outside at all times and to be alerted when he wakes.”

Fedoyr nods.

“Yes General.”

With little care, Fedoyr seizes a hold of Sergei’s limp form and precedes to drag him from the room.

Aleksander turns to the rest of you. Too many thoughts weigh down your mind, preventing you from fully engaging with the conversation as he continues to speak.

“Genya and David, thank you for your assistance this morning. Perhaps you could help Vladim to create an alternative tonic, one that might prevent a repeat occurrence of this.”

The three of them nod.

“Shall I send for a healer, moi soverenyi?” Genya asks.

Aleksander shakes his head.

“I believe they would be of little help to me now. But thank you.”

Vladim seems distressed by this entire situation as he shuffles his feet, keeping the wooden box full of possibly contaminated tonics pressed close to his chest. He is the first to leave after bowing in Aleksander’s direction.

David hovers slightly, uncertain whether they have been dismissed or not. He watches Genya as she steps closer to you on her way towards the door. She knows you and Aleksander will want some time together.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

She gives your arm a gentle squeeze of reassurance and it takes everything you have not to break. Without her and David to help you make another tonic, you might have ended up crying on the floor of the workshop instead.

As the two of them leave, Genya closes the door behind her, and the room descends into a silence that rings in your ears.

You still can’t look at Aleksander.

“Are you alright?”

At the sound of his question, you stare wide-eyed at him. Then you burst into tears.

Dropping your face into your hands, you cry hard against your palms as the fear and anxiety of the last half an hour threatens to overwhelm you.

Silently Aleksander moves towards you and wraps his arms around your body, holding you close to his chest as you sob.

“Four doses. That’s almost two days. You could have dropped dead any time after the first one.”

He strokes the back of your head, not unlike when he pets your fox form. Struggling to breathe through your tears, you grasp onto his kefta, your nails biting into the fabric as you press your forehead against his chest.

“I should have known something was wrong. I should have noticed.”

“No,” he states firmly. “This is not your fault.”

“You could have died.”

“Yes.”

His simple response startles your tears into slowing as you tilt your head back to look up at him.

“That doesn’t bother you?” you ask in a small voice.

His brows crease slightly as he looks away from you, sighing softly, still cradling the back of your head.

“I didn’t say that.” The corner of his mouth lifts slightly but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes as he remarks drily, “You get used to it.”

The hum you give him in response is humourless and distant.

 His thumb traces over your cheek and the skin-to-skin contact has his power threading through your own which brings you back to yourself somewhat. As your eyes connect with his, he smiles softly.

“You could have died,” you repeat in a whisper.

He nods.

“I know. But it’s over now.”

He lowers his forehead down onto yours and a shiver runs down your spine at the affectionate gesture. Tears gather in your eyes once again as you nod. Aleksander might have narrowly avoided a deadly poisoning, but there’s no knowing what damage has been done already.

This is far from over.

Aleksander can see the weight in your eyes and his brows furrow lightly before he says quietly,

“I think I know what will lift your spirits.”

Curiosity fills your features as you tilt your head at him, and the fox nudges a few rather romantic ideas into your mind.

“How do you feel about deer for dinner?”

A frown creases at your brows at his casual question, and the fox halts his meddling in your thoughts to pay attention to Aleksander.

“The scouts haven’t been able to find a deer for weeks.”

He nods in agreement.

“But you can find one, can’t you?”

At the feeling of the fox bounding through your mind, bring back his memories of stalking through fields and running after prey, you breathe out a small laugh as his enthusiasm fills you.

“Probably,” you admit with a smile.

Aleksander looks down at you, the corner of his mouth curling into a small smile in return.

“Let’s take a walk.”  

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Hello Sunset - 5

AN: Thank you to everyone reading as always. We're still in the past in this chapter. We'll only be getting brief glimpses of the current timeline for now until the audience has caught up on what's happened till date. Your feedback is valued and welcomed :) PAIRING: Seungcheol x fem!reader GENRE: exes to lovers, idol verse, angst WORD COUNT: 3,777 WARNINGS: reader has anxiety and depression, swearing, mentions of alcohol Text in blue is spoken in Korean. PREVIOUS / NEXT

29 November 2023 - around 9pm

Y/N had never experienced such a mix of emotions in the space of those short hours. Happiness, awe, pure laughter, pride, tears of joy, fulfilment and many more. The goosebumps didn’t leave her even ten minutes after the band had said goodnight and goodbye. She felt so privileged to have been part of this night and to witness the abundance of talent. She didn’t even know that she’d been crying as they’d gotten to the last chorus of Run To You. That was the first song of SEVENTEEN she’d fallen in love with. She’d felt someone nudge her and when she looked, S.Coups handed her a tissue without judgement. Y/N definitely fell harder for him then and there. He wasn’t going to be shaken from his position of bias though others often came close. She’d tried to laugh off her tears and thanked him in Korean before turning her attention to the stage. Like a child coming down after being wound up in anticipation for a party, she was slowly coming back down to earth when the concert ended.

The manager who’d guided them earlier had asked them to remain in their seats for a few minutes for the crowd to clear, before they could head backstage. Y/N was restless as she waited and tried her best not to fidget. She turned to her left, away from S.Coups, and subtly checked her reflection on her pocket mirror to see what state her makeup was in. Luckily, the mascara stayed true to its advertising as waterproof and remained in place. She then plugged her phone into the power bank she’d brought with her as it was running low on battery after the evening of filming. She saw a message arrive from Emma asking if the concert was over and when she’d be back. Sometimes, Y/N did feel like she swapped her strict parents for a strict minder in the form of Emma. Texting her back to say, the concert had just finished and that she was meeting with Joshua first and then would head back, Y/N then locked her phone and tucked it away in her backpack. 

She knew, in the busyness, she would be able to give Joshua the slip and say goodbye at the arena. She really didn’t want to intrude on their celebrations tonight and definitely not more of S.Coups’ night. She wanted to go home and rewatch her videos and others’ fancams and relive the night before the post-concert depression settled in, as probably most CARATs who’d shared the experience with her would be doing. Y/N kept bouncing her knees as she looked around the now nearly empty arena, observing that crowd had cleared quicker than she thought.

S.Coups cleared his throat as if to say something but then hesitated. Y/N faced him and tilted her head in question. He stayed silent and looked as if he had a lot on his mind, a frown overtaking his face. Y/N was about to ask if everything was fine when he beat her to it.

“Did you enjoy the concert?” 

He seemed eager to hear her response, meeting her eyes as he waited for a response. His eyes were intense and the fluttering began again. Why did she always turn into an idiot in front of him? It was his turn to slant his neck to look deeper into her eyes. His beanie slightly budged with the movement and Y/N wished she could take it off to admire the way his fluffy hair usually framed his face. Realising he was waiting for her to reply, Y/N inwardly reminded herself to get herself together.

“Yes, I enjoyed it thoroughly. They were very good! I especially enjoyed ‘Run to You’. You must be very proud of them.”

He looked pleased at her answer, his shoulders raising and his posture straightening as if her words gave him power. 

“They’re good - it’s all them, not me.” 

Of course, he would say that. Spoken like a true leader, Y/N thought. She admired it and was envious at times of being a solo act. She had no one to rely on. Yes, she had Sian and Emma to support her career as a musician and she had wonderful best friends in Rachel and Eun Ji. The bond she saw in SEVENTEEN and the way S.Coups led them, protected them and nurtured them was admirable and truly special and something she wished she could have. In fact, the way they all treated each other was so genuine and lovely. She’d heard it from the horse’s mouth afterall. The times when Joshua would call her for a catch up, he would share little tidbits of how each member did something for him without fanfare. She’d tell Joshua each time that they had something unique and to protect it at all cost. He would laugh but then agree. 

The manager returned to collect them not long after their brief conversation but by then the unspoken tension between S.Coups and Y/N had lightened and Y/N felt less nervous as she walked behind him through the corridors to get to the green room. The walkway was narrow and the staff were walking back and forth, getting organised and securing things away for when they returned for the next concert in two days. Whenever a staff speedily walked in their direction, Y/N felt protective of S.Coups who was taking slow measured steps. She would fasten her pace to match his and place herself between him and the staff so they wouldn’t bump into him by accident. After a couple of times, he’d noticed and when she did the same again, he tapped her hand to get her attention. A flush of heat shooted through her veins at the touch. He smiled and shook his head, as if to say he’s fine. With a sheepish grin, she shrugged as if to say I didn’t do anything and remained next to him as they finally made it to the green room. 

“You all better be decent!” S.Coups shouted as he walked in first. 

“Hyung!”

“Coups-yah!”

“Seungcheollie!”

Voices called out in glee, greeting their eldest.

“Y/N!” Joshua shouted a beat later in delight, seeing her walk in behind the manager. She grinned and picked up her pace moving towards Joshua as he did the same. The two hugged, Y/N’s height left her head tucked under his arms. He patted her head affectionately before the two released each other. 

“You were brilliant tonight. You all were! I was honestly in awe the entire time. I don’t know how you can all sing like that and, whilst dancing such complicated choreos. I was getting tired watching you but the energy never dropped from any of you. You were just awesome, Josh.” 

Y/N’s compliments gushed out as if a stopper had been released. 

“I didn’t want to come empty handed so I got you a little something.” She added shyly before taking off her mini backpack and digging out the card she’d written. Y/N loved to write cards for her friends. For birthdays, for celebrations of milestones, in time of condolence or just to appreciate one of them. She handed it over to Joshua, a little reluctantly as she realised others were observing their interaction, particularly S.Coups. 

“I also got you a little care package but it’s back at the hotel. Your manager said I can drop it off to him tomorrow before I head back.” 

“You shouldn’t have, that’s so sweet of you, Y/N.” 

He ruffled her hair in affection, which earned him a playful glare from Y/N as she fixed her hair. The two caught up on what they’ve been up to. Y/N talked about all of the shows she’d filmed for whilst visiting.

“Can you believe that the song for the first round was ‘God of Music’? What are the chances?”

Joshua laughed and asked if she managed to solve it. She’d replied it’s a surprise and he’d have to watch the episode to find out, getting him to promise that he would watch it and let her know his thoughts. 

After updating each other on the latest happenings, Joshua took Y/N around the room, introducing her to staff and band members. Conscious they were all likely very tired, Y/N kept the interactions short and just congratulated them on their award and on a great concert. Some spoke for longer, asking which performance she liked best (DK), if she came up with the synths in the chorus for her song ‘Electric’ (Woozi) and how she ended up appearing as a surprise guest with Fall Out Boy (Vernon). She was recounting to Vernon about how her old YouTube covers from her teen years were popping up in all her interviews and they mostly used her Fall Out Boy covers as examples so Pete and Patrick naturally came across it and messaged her, when one of the staff called out for everyone to start making their ways to the cars and head to the restaurant where the team dinner would take place. 

“Oh, I should get going as well. Josh,” calling his attention from where he was standing talking to S.Coups, “I’m gonna head back as well.” He seemed to signal to S.Coups that he would be back and walked to where Vernon and Y/N had been chatting. Unexpectedly, S.Coups also followed after him following a pause, approaching the English speaking trio who were in debate. 

“Erm, where do you think you’re going missy?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes at this and looked at Vernon as if he would commiserate but she got no sympathy. Vernon nodded in agreement, encouraging Y/N to come along and she wouldn’t be overstaying her welcome, as if anticipating her argument. She looked to S.Coups for back up only to receive a small smirk in response. Y/N sighed, knowing it was a lost cause and really, as long as she wasn’t bothering anymore, she was more than happy to get a little more time with Joshua given how little they get to meet in person. 

She’d ended up in a car with Dino, Mingyu, Vernon and Joshua. They had been quickly ushered into the vehicle and she ended up in the middle row next to Vernon, with the troublesome trio sitting behind her. Dino kept the mood up, cracking jokes left, right and centre. Dino and Mingyu, realising Y/N was fluent enough in Korean to follow along, roped her into their antics as Vernon listened in amusement next to her, though you wouldn’t be able to tell with his ever perfect stoic expression. Joshua had already planned that they wouldn’t reveal Y/N’s fluency in Hangul so they could embarrass Seungkwan at least once. Sometimes, it was hard to remember that they were a group of men in their 20s and not a bunch of rowdy teenage boys. 

Their plan worked to the tee when half an hour later, when the restaurant reserved for SEVENTEEN and their staff echoed with laughed at Seungkwan’s look of betrayal as Y/N spoke to Jeonghan in Korean after letting Seungkwan try to tell her a story about Joshua in mainly gestures and some English for a good few minutes. Joshua, the mastermind, looked so proud of himself as Dino and Mingyu tipped their heads back and cackled. 

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw S.Coups shake his head at their silliness. He caught her looking and held her stare before he shook his head again as if in disappointment but gave away his amusement with his gummy smile. Y/N’s smile grew brighter as if someone had plugged in a LED light that illuminated it. She shrugged at him to explain that she was helpless against the evil Joshua and his apprentices. Like that, they communicated across the room in gestures, smiles and eye contact. S.Coups looked away first, though he looked reluctant to do so, when a staff member called on him to make a toast. He wasn’t drinking, Y/N noted. He held up a can of Coke Zero and remarked on the team’s hard work, thanked the staff for their support and promised that the team will work harder and show a better side of them in the new year. 

Y/N once again congratulated the members who shared her table. Joshua made sure not to neglect her, staying by her side most of the time and making sure she had someone to talk to when he wasn’t. He’d apologised again, during a quiet moment between the two of them, about cancelling their plan. Y/N brushed it off, saying there was nothing to apologise for. 

Y/N jokingly added, “You’ve already made up for it by giving me three hours with my bias tonight.” 

Joshua chuckled at this, and then as if a light had gone off in his brain, his expression turned to mischief. 

“Coups-yah! Come here for a second!” 

Y/N was alarmed. She knew she would be subjected to whatever goading Joshua had cooked up and there was no point in trying to resist. Preparing herself for the humiliation, she turned to Vernon who was on her other side and said, “It was nice meeting and knowing you, Vernon. I’m about to ascend to the afterlife once Josh’s done so I’ll say my goodbyes now.”

Vernon was unfazed. After all, it wasn’t his first day with the chaotic and rambunctious group of friends. He just poured Y/N a drink and gestured to it. Y/N picked up the shot of soju and declared, “One for the road to hell then,” and drank it in one go.

S.Coups had walked over to their table as Y/N put her shot glass down. She didn’t have to turn around to sense his presence. She could pick out notes of his perfume despite the smells of BBQ around them. His presence fell over like a shadow and the butterflies returned, bigger in size. They’d been fed with each interaction and now rested on the top of her lungs, urging her to turn around and bask in the sculpture of art standing tall and strong behind her. They begged to be fed again, greedy for one more smile that would set them free and flying again. 

“Coups-yah. Come here, sit next to me.” 

Joshua slid to the right, creating a gap between him and Y/N. S.Coups slowly sat down, careful not to bump into a glass as the space was tight. They sat shoulder to shoulder, the sleeves of her black dress brushing against his soft hoodie. Y/N felt as if she’d been set alight, but only the right side of her. The flames flickering each time S.Coups adjusted his seating. 

“Have you had anything to eat yet?” 

Joshua fussed over S.Coups, piling a plate together for him despite S.Coups’ resistance to more food, saying he’d had plenty already. Joshua continued to ignore S.Coups’ response, stood from his seat and leaned over to grab the food that was closer to Vernon instead of asking him to pass it. The movement was abrupt and pushed S.Coups towards Y/N, and as Vernon was the man that can’t be moved, she was squished between the two Hip Hop Unit members. 

“Aish!”

S.Coups exclaimed in annoyance and Y/N tried to make herself smaller. 

“Don’t get annoyed, my friend. I’ve missed you and am making sure you’re well fed.” 

Y/N just knew he was building up to say something to embarrass her. This was also why she called Joshua the older brother she wished she had. He didn’t hesitate to tease her when the opportunity arose. She watched him like a hawk, glaring at the 95 liner when he gave her an amused smile. 

“Coups-yah. Do you know my friend, Y/N? I’ve mentioned her to you before, right?” 

S.Coups gave a polite smile in Y/N’s general direction, not meeting her eyes and returned to looking at Joshua, looking tired. He hummed in acknowledgment, so Joshua would go on. 

“She released her first full length album at the beginning of the month and it’s been topping the chart, you know.She’s been nominated for Best New Artist and Best Pop Act categories at the BRIT Awards for it.” 

He’d not forgotten to boast about his friend’s achievements first. 

“Have you listened to the album? You know what, let me play you my favourite song of the album. It’s called ‘Honey’ and I think you’ll really enjoy it.” 

Joshua quickly found the song on Spotify and pressed play. Staying silent till the chorus was over, he lowered the volume and proceeded with his monologue, “It’s good, right?”

S.Coups didn’t even have a chance to say anything polite about how he enjoyed it. 

“Y/N-yah, you had some great inspiration for this song, right? In fact, I remember you telling me that you wrote the song for your bias in SEVENTEEN. Coups-yah, did you know that Y/N’s bias is -”

 Y/N had shoved a ssam in Joshua’s mouth as he was mid-sentence.

“Stop talking and eat. You’ve had too much to drink that you’re waffling.” with gritted teeth, Y/N ordered. Joshua tried to speak but the ssam was too big so no one could make out what was being said. S.Coups looked between the two friends, realising he was missing something. Y/N could almost see his thoughts as he debated whether to ask or just let it go. He seems to have decided on the latter as he patted Joshua’s back and got up, taking his leave and moving towards the main crowd. He’d said that he was heading home after taking leave from everyone. 

As soon as he was out of earshot, Y/N took Joshua to task. 

“Why. Would. You. Do. That! You. Twat.” Each word was enunciated slowly with a smack on his shoulder. 

Vernon finally burst out laughing when the British insult came out. Joshua leaned away to avoid the smacks as he playfully stuck his tongue out and shouted, “Merong!”

He’d been louder than he had intended to be and caught the attention of the restaurant for a second. They realised he was up to his old tricks and returned to their own discussions. 

“This is why I can only handle you in small doses, Josh. Vernon, I don’t envy you.”

The pair raised their glasses at each other in consolation and took a sip. Joshua just laughed, saying he brought joy and fun into their lives and they knew it. The conversation dwindled as the tiredness set in for everyone. Y/N’s phone hissed and she saw it was a message from Emma, asking her to come back soon. She took that as a sign and got up from her seat. She hugged Vernon, telling him to keep in touch and to let her know when their LA-born friend was too annoying. Joshua shoved her in a light-hearted manner, saying he was an angel. 

“No, that’s Jeonghan.” 

He couldn’t argue with that. The two friends left Vernon with the rest of their tablemates, and walked towards the exit. Joshua wrapped an arm around Y/N, murmuring his thanks for her attendance. She returned the thanks, grateful for the invite and showered him with praises again for the award and the concert. The two hugged in a gentle embrace, swaying side to side subtly before the movement became exaggerated, as they avoided a sombre goodbye. Y/N wrangled a promise out of Joshua to visit her in London, hopefully on their next break. Joshua ruffled Y/N’s head in affection, before poking her forehead hard and telling her to get going as it was late. The door behind them opened and revealed S.Coups with his jacket and mask on, also leaving the gathering.

“Ah, Coups-yah. You’re off as well, now? I’ve called a driver to take Y/N to her hotel. Are you going in the same car?”

S.Coups had looked surprised to see the two of them outside and alone. Their interactions looked intimate when he walked in and he wondered if he had interrupted something. He shook his head at Joshua’s question. He didn’t think he would be taking the same car as Y/N. It was risky to be seen alone with a female that wasn’t staff. It didn’t make sense to do so when he wasn’t fully acquainted with the foreign singer. The car for Y/N arrived first. She bowed to S.Coups and took her leave from him and wished him a speedy recovery. She looked solemn as she told Joshua to look after himself and quickly embraced him as he patted her back. She waved one last time once in the car, with the window rolled down before the vehicle took off leaving the two friends behind in the cold winter night.

S.Coups saw that his friend looked wistful. He was now even more curious about their relationship. Were they really just friends?

“It’s not what you think.” 

S.Coups wondered if he had spoken his thoughts out loud. 

“She’s like the sister I never had. She really cares, you know? I don’t feel judged when I speak to her.”

“Then, I’m happy you have someone like that. You have us too, you know?” 

Joshua chuckled at that. 

“I know. I know. Well, it’s time for you to head back. That looks like your car.” 

Joshua pointed at the car that was slowing down and pulling to the curb. S.Coups said goodbye to his friend, telling him to rest up and wishing him luck for their next concert on the 2 December. In transport, S.Coups reflected on the evening. It was an interesting one. Outside of the usual banters that came with their gatherings and the milestone they had celebrated, Y/N was someone who had made the night interesting. She’d quickly made friends with everyone from the members to staff. She’d ingrained herself after a night of socialising, had everyone at ease and laughing at her jokes. Yet, with him, she’d kept her distant. He’d overheard stories all night that he was keen to meet the vivacious women everyone had been describing to him.Yet, when he’d joined their table, she’d gone meek and quiet. Call him Sherlock but he was curious. 

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Hi! Was wondering if I could request something angsty w/ Steven? Maybe a plus size!reader scenario where reader has been feeling super insecure lately and has kinda distanced themself from Steven? In their head their kinda like “Steven is way out of my league. He must be with me out of pity or something.” Reader doesn’t talk to Steven much and poor guy is so confused cause he thinks he did something wrong. Just some angst with a happy ending. Potential smut?👀 add or change anything you see fit 🙏

How could you love me?

Warning:

fat shaming, angst,fem!reader,fluff,swearing and smut, sub!reader and dom!steven.

She got out of the tube and looked up in the mirror, her body covered in droplets of water. She looked up in the mirror and felt so disgusted. She looked down and grabbed the plush of her stomach, her eyes tearing up. How could he like her when she looked like this? She never really had a problem with her body. She felt comfortable in her skin. I mean, she should, because she was the only one wearing it. She should be the only one casting judgement on it, but the mumbles and whispers of her coworkers made her want to sink to the ground. The words repeated in her head over and over made her remember the smacking of her gum and her sickening red lipstick. “Did you hear Steven has an irlfriend? I didn't think she’d be so.." "fat." Donna finished “Donna!” The snarky coworker whispered and yelled, “She’s still pretty.” The coworker finished Donna snorted back, "A pig is still a pig.” They thought she didn’t hear, but she heard, and she remembered now she was standing in front of her mirror, sobbing. Pig. They see her as a pig. Not only did they call her fat, they thought she was ugly too. How can she look the way she does? And then having Steven claim he loves or even considering her beautiful? It must be out of pity Steven was always too sweet for his own good her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock “dove? Are you okay you’ve been in there for an hour” his voice was lace with worry “yeah I’m okay” she said back in a shaky voice she dried off her body and left the bathroom the towel tightly wrapped around her body Stevens eyes trailed down her body she walked into their shared room and changed she wore a oversized sweatshirt and pink shorts she laid down on their bed wrapping her whole body in her blanket “dove what’s wrong?” Steven asked again “why do you love me” she said sitting up “what?” Steven replied back confused “I heard people talking about me Steven and I’m starting to agree with them I’m confused on why you try and act like you love me when you could have any other woman in London,a thinner woman” she replied back with tears bubbling in her eyes steven’s face dropped in realisation “why would I want anyone else when I have you? Dove your so beautiful from the moment I first saw you I fell in love with you I don’t care if you’re thin or not either way I think you’re body is gorgeous do you want want me to show you how beautiful you are?” Stevens words had her speechless so she simply nodded “words love” he said sternly “y-yes” she replied nervously “good girl” he said he could see a slight shiver run down her spine he slightly chuckled in response “come here sweetheart” Steven said in a gentle voice her feet shuffled towards him he gently grabbed her neck and kissed her softly “so pretty” he muttered “my pretty girl” he says while gently ceasing her face with his thumb his nose touching hers not backing away his warm breath fanning her mouth he leaned closer to her lips kissing her his tongue finding hers their wet pink muscles slowly began to massage each other in a passionate kiss he rhymethicly moved his face with hers she whimpered in the kiss and Steven groaned back.

He slowly started to pull up her shirt, pausing for a minute to look at her chest. Then, with the small stretch marks painted along them, he completely took it off the piece of fabric, moving it from over her head. Once he had it completely off of her, his hand moved slowly to her soft mounds. Her breath hitched at the feeling of his callused hands and his cold fingers moving along her soft skin. The tips of his fingers found her nipples; they were already pebbled. He began to press and pull on them, making her gasp into his mouth. His mouth left hers as he travelled down her jaw, then down her neck, sucking, hickies sucking, and nipping at her skin, then licking it to soothe the love bite. He moved his mouth all the way down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, eagerly licking and sucking it slowly, looking up at her through his long lashes, watching her whimper and groan, his fingers playing with the other one. She gasped loudly, her head tilted back, and her thighs began to rub together to reveal the ache between her legs. His teeth lightly grazed her nipple. He watched her shiver and her eyes shoot open as her hands went into his hair, tugging slightly. He moaned at the feeling of the vibration of his moan sending more pleasure and a slight buzz in her spine.

Steven’s eyes travelled to her lower half. Her pussy was soaked, and her plush thighs had a wet sheen on them. “See dove? You look beautiful, I bearly even touched you, and your dripping to your thighs,” he gently pushed her onto the bed so that she was on her back, and he was hovering over her. He placed a gentle peck on his lips, a trail of kisses to her jaw, to her neck, then to her stomach. He stopped his kisses right under her belly button. "I want you to call yourself pretty. Can you do that for me?” He says in a breathy voice, "Steven, I-” She was about to speak, but Steven interrupted her. “If you don't, I can’t continue, baby, so can you do it for me?” Steven says, forcing her legs open, his head resting on her thigh. "I'm pretty," she said shyly. "Such a good girl, always so obedient," he says, smiling at her proudly. She looks away from him nervously. "Look at me," he commands. She moves her head and looks at him immediately. "Good girl," he coos. He slowly puts her legs over his shoulders. "Steven, stop, too heavy,” she whined. "I don’t care, come here,” he says while pulling her in closer, lowering his mouth. He licked from her clit to her entrance. He pulled away a string of slick attached to his mouth. “Fuck love, is this from kissing or me praising you?” He knew the answer was both. He gently licked at her pussy lips, then spread them apart with his fingers. He sucked on her clit. Her body squirmed, and her hands were gripping the sheets as he gently pushed his tongue into her hole. As he did that, he brought his thumb to her clit and started circling it. With her hips bucked into his mouth, he placed his arm over her hips and held her in place while he ate her cunt.

He pulled away, slowly pushing his fingers into her. She soaked them. He moved his mouth to her clit and began to suck on it. She moaned, and she could feel it vibrate throughout her whole body. He licked his thumb and moved it, placing it at her tight, perked-up hole. He started pushing in and out of both holes and licking and sucking on her clitoral area.her back arched and she screamed and her body spasmed as she came her blurry vision going white Steven could feel her cumming her cunt convulsing around his fingers leaking a sticky essence around it he pulled his fingers out licking them clean then turning back to her cunt licking the mess that remained as he slowly pulled away she was still squirming and twitching when he sat up and pulled his shirt off and started unbuckling his pants her eyes were wide as she watched him strip naked and then move back up the bed hovering over her “I’m gonna fuck you till you see what I see”.

I want him so bad I hope u enjoyed it anon. 😭

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #moon knight fanfic #steven grant x you #moon knight 2022 #moon knight headcanons #moon knight smut #moon knight spoilers #moonscarab #moon knight system #moon knight fic #moon knight series #plus sized #fem reader

[gwendalyn]

Sneaking Around.

George Weasley x Reader Fem!

This is a pretty long fic, apologies! Or you’re welcome! I don’t think any warnings are needed.

It was when I was 8 when it first happened. I had just moved to Ottery St Catchpole the day prior. It was an odd place to be, the main village was full of muggles, but wizards were rather scattered around the outskirts. My house was besides a lake, and at the other side of the lake was a tall house, very not structurally sound. By that judgement I knew immediately it was a wizard’s house because no muggle house could be stable with that structure.

Theres something about being a kid, you just go where you want to, not worried about tresspassing or breaking in. Well some kids at least. I sat in my room in front of my radio, listening to the quidditch game. Until I saw a hand by the window. I got scared so I pulled out my smoke bombs I had gotten from a joke store where I used to live in case I needed to make a run for it.

Then another hand appeared, another left hand. Two ginger heads popped up and climbed in the window as if there was nobody there. I saw no threat as these boys looked my age, so I lowered my smoke bomb.

“Woah is that” One boy to the right started.

“A smoke bomb?” The other boy on the left finished.

It wasnt until this point that I realised these boys were identical.

“Wicked.” The one on the left said as they both smiled.

“Saw you moving in yesterday.” Right boy said.

“Thought we’d introduce ourselves.” Left continued.

“Fred.” Right said.

“George.” Left said.

“Y/N.” You say confused.

“Did you forget your name, you don’t seem very confident about it.” Fred says.

“Well hello anyway Y/N.” George says.

“I’m more confused why you didnt just knock on my front door.” I explained. See I wasn’t one of those kids who snuck into other peoples houses.

They both shrug, before letting themselves around my room, looking what it looked like before looking at me.

“Glad you’re a wizard, or else this would’ve been very awkward.” Fred says.

“Yeah. I am.” I tell them.

“Well consider yourself to have wizard friends now.” George says.

“If you remember who’s who that is.” Fred says.

I look at them, then realise the slight difference between them. I point to the boy on the left claiming it to be George, and the boy on the right to be Fred.

“Ok we’re friends now.” Fred says.

“Since you know who we are.” George finishes.

“Even mum forgets sometimes.” Fred says.

The door opens to my room and my mum walks in.

“I thought I heard noises. I didn’t see you two come in.” My mum looks puzzled.

“Oh they did, I said they were here and everything but you were turned around.” I lie to her.

“Fred.”

“George.”

They introduce themselves.

“Weasley?” My mum asks.

“Yeah.” They say in unison.

“Ok. Well thats odd. Anyway I’m sure you’re right.” My mum says, closing the door.

“You must not lie a lot.” Fred says.

“Our mum never believes us coz we do it all the time.” George says.

“Yeah, only sometimes. Our mums have met, and my mum would’ve definitely told your mum that you climbed in the window.” I say.

“Thanks.” George says.

“What are friends for?” I reply, smiling at both, but lingering on George.

Of course time passes. We get our Hogwarts letters a few years later. I’m known as the unofficial third twin for a small while since we pranked all together. Until second year when George and I were alone without Fred for a bit. Thats when one of our classmates pulls out the taunting

“George and Y/N sitting in a tree. K I S S I N G.”

Of course we deny and make a big deal about that bot being the case, but I saw the blush on Georges cheeks, and I’m sure he saw mine when we looked at each other afterwards. George jokes about getting back at the singers.

For a while we made it so we were always with Fred again. To avoid any more awkward moments. With Fred there, it was very hard to taunt us with Fred there, he was definitely more extreme when it came to getting back at people.

That was until 5th year when Fred joined the taunts towards us. Playfully of course. When he saw George sneak into my room the summer before that year.

He came into my room again. This time with permission as both being teenagers we wanted to avoid any awkward situations. Fred was busy doing chores for his mum, so George got bored and walked over, yelling if he could come up.

As he climbed the wood structure at the side of the house and slid through my window, he tossed a newspaper on the floor.

“Back from Egypt?” I ask.

“Yeah it was wicked. Wish you could’ve come along.” George replied.

“Me too. It was boring without you both here.” I tell them.

“Next time, we’ll sneak you in our suitcase. Literally. Not that there’s gonna be a next time, we only just afforded to go because we won that money.” George says.

“Thanks anyway.” I say, looking at the picture of them in the newspaper.

“Got you a present in Egypt. A few really. But Fred wanted to see your reaction on some so we’ll do that tomorrow. Don’t wear clothes you care about by the way. But here.” George said, handing me a small box.

It was a handmade necklace that George bought at a marketstall in Egypt, shaped in a star and made out of coloured clay. It was the opposite of dainty but that’s what I loved about it.

“This is really nice. I love it thank you!” I say.

I feel inclined to hug George so I go through with it. It wasn’t something we did, especially after second year. He froze awkwardly at first, before loosening himself and hugging back. We then awkwardly pull back from one another awkwardly laughing.

“Yeah, I just saw it in the stalls and you really love astronomy so I thought of you.” George says.

Thats when I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I could only imagine how red I was, so I tried my best as I place my hands loosely over my cheeks without it being too obvious. Why was I blushing over George saying he saw something and thought of me? He’s my best friend of course he thinks about me every now and then. Platonically.

I put the necklace on and George smiles.

“Looks wicked on you, seriously.” George says.

We exchange smiles at one another. Saying nothing. There was an awkardness naturally, but it was good. I kind of really liked the feeling. It felt exciting.

The year went on like any other year, however George and I were a lot physically closer. I found myself hugging him when I was happy, and standing as close as I could to him. Now Fred saw how we acted differently, he made fun of us lightheartedly. But he also left us alone sometimes more.

I found myself fixing Georges hair sometimes when it got scruffy throughout the day. He always looked and smiled at me in classes. He pretended he didn’t know how to solve some homework so he asked me. I could tell he knew by the way he said ‘Ohhhhhh’ after he pretended he only just understood. I knew George was actually more stubborn that way, calling things stupid when they didn’t make sense instead of accepting them happily.

He often pointed oit my necklace I wore everyday. Not really when it was under my uniform but I wore that thing proudly every other second. It wasn’t exactly everyone elses style of jewelry, but I couldn’t get enough of it. It being from George made me want to wear it even more for some reason too.

That summer I was invited to the Quidditch World cup with the Weasleys, Hermione and Harry. George insisted on painting four leaf clovers on my face in support of the Irish team. How close he was when he leaned in to paint these made me feel dizzy. In a good way.

He bought me snacks at the stadium, and kept looking at me instead of the game. I kept looking at him when he was watching the game. Studying the reactions on his face throughout the game.

Merlins Beard! I am in love with George Weasley.

I finally realised what had been going on the past year, how I felt about him wasn’t just ‘really close platonic friends’, I was head over heels over him. I realised mid game, and found myself staring at George. Then Fred noticed me staring.

“You finally realised?” He says.

I pretend I have no idea what he’s on about, but I am certain Fred knew I loved George before I knew.

“Whats that?” George said, not hearing Freds remark.

“Oh nothing…” Fred replies with a smirk.

I walk back, watching the moonlight light up his faces silhouettes. He looks back at me.

“You alright? You’re just quieter than usual?” George asks.

“Yes. Im in love with you and I want to get married.” I didn’t say. Instead I just nodded and said “Yeah, fine!”

“Good.” He smiles.

“Y/N’s husband say what.” Fred mutters speedily.

“What?” George says, not hearing a word he said. Of course I heard so I shoot Fred an annoyed playful glare as Fred, Harry and Ron laugh.

“Oh I was just saying it’s a beautiful evening!” Fred says.

“Oh yeah, sure you were.” George responds sarcastically, knowing that is something Fred would not say without a follow up of ‘a perfect night for revenge’ or something along those lines. But he had no idea what he actually said.

The weeks pass by as we head back to Hogwarts for our sixth year. All three of us try to pass the age line for the Tri-Wizard cup for it to backfire. Fred however was not as present around me and George as previous years. He left us when it was just us two alone. George always saying that Fred was trying to pull Angelina so that’s why he wasn’t around us at much.

Then the Yule Ball was announced in the hall by Professor McGonagall. She instructed us to dance with a partner as practice. George shoots a smile at me immediately, asking me across the room to dance. Of course nobody interfered with our plans to dance with each other, seeing that they somehow knew our feelings about one another before we did.

George dances with me as we get the hang of things pretty fast. As everyone else is dancing he leans in to whisper something in my ear as we dance.

“Wanna go to the Yule Ball with me? I already know you’re the one I wanna ask so might as well do it early.” He whispers, before pulling back, to see my reaction.

“Yeah, of course.” I say through a grin.

He sways more with me after getting that answer. As if it was something that he needed to get out and now he had he was relaxed.

The night of the Ball approaches and he waits for me and lights up upon seeing me in my dress.

“You, you look great!” George says, as he looks at me. We exchange a stare at one another.

“You look great as well!” I reply.

We stare at each other for a few seconds, which is great for us, but awkward for Fred, who has not met yet up with his date. So he decides to stir the pot.

“Y/N. I forgot to tell you, he’s in love with you too.” Fred says out loud, before fleeing so we couldn’t verbally harrass him for that.

“Dont mind him.” George says.

“Don’t worry, I���ve been not minding him for 8 years now.” I tell him.

“Try 16.” George laughs.

We try to brush off that moment, but the thing is. Fred wasn’t lying and we knew that. Now we knew how we felt about each other. The night only seemed to get better from there, as we danced close the whole time.

From that night onwards we were inseparable once again. As we always were. But this time it was different. It was more romantic. He often passed me notes in classes, saying things like my hair was nice today. I spent my time when we were hanging out leaning on his shoulder. We hung out together, which Fred called dates since we were always alone.

February came along, that’s when George told me to meet him in the common room on Tuesday night. Alone. So I did just that. Only to find him not there yet. So I waited, looking at the room. A hand grabbed my hand and I jumped. It was George.

“Why do you insist on scaring me like that!” I say.

“Because you’re cute when you jump.” George says with a smile.

You roll your eyes with a smile, dying inside about the cute remark. He keeps a firm grip on your hand.

“Harry let me borrow this, get under.” George said, pulling out an invisibility cloak.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“You’ll see.” George says.

We sneak around the castle until we exit, once we get out, we go down to the black lake.

“Why are we here? Its freezing!” I say.

George naturally wraps his jacket around me. But then he pulls me in for a hug. I wasn’t expecting it so im frozen for a second before I hug back. He pulls back, with me in his arms still and looks up to the sky, so I join him.

A few seconds later fireworks erupt in my favourite colours in the shapes of hearts. I look back at George whos looking at me.

“Happy Valentines day.” He tells me.

“Oh George…” I say.

Then immediately I pull him in for a kiss. A passionate kiss which felt like I could hear a string orchestra playing as the fireworks went off. He kisses back with urgency, his hand holding onto the back of my head and the other being used to hold me as close as possible as we melt into one another.

Once we pull away he places his hand on my face.

“Well thats great, because I was gonna ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend.” He says.

“Of course I do George. I’m mad about you.” I admit, smiling.

He moves his hand from my face to hold the necklace he had gotten me from Egypt.

“I can’t believe you still wear this.” He says

“It’s my favourite. It reminds me when I began to love you.” I say, before realising what I just said.

“I love you too.” He says with a smile.

“Fred was right then.” I laugh.

“He knows too much for his own good about us.” Fred responds.

I nod. Before I kiss him once again.

Time progressed, now me and George were officially together. That summer he climbed in my window back home more often. Some nights its so we could have a snog, other nights just to hang out with me. A few nights so he could sneak me out too, out for little walks at night, once to the beach in the town not too far away.

But he continued to sneak into my room until he didn’t need to anymore. In a new place. When all he needed to do was open the door. Since he lived there with me.

#george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley x reader

[elamimax]

Karlach's Happy Ending

because I hated her ending, and even more when I found out it's because the endings where you actually get to help her are cut content. So I wrote one of my own for those of us who are peeved that our big strong girlfriend didn't get the sendoff she deserved. (Also on ao3 now)

“We did it, Soldier. The city’s going to be all right. And so are you.”

Karlach turned around to face Tav, the sun low in the sky behind her, framing her ever-burning hair. She was as beautiful as the first time they’d met, down by the river, what felt like years ago now. Had it really only been a matter of weeks? That didn’t feel right. That didn’t feel right at all. 

Tav had only known her for only so short a time and now she was going to lose her. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. All she could do as the giant woman, this indestructible, powerful titan of a woman fell to her knees, groaning in pain as fire began to overtake her, all Tav could do, was rush over in a powerless panic.

“Engine’s finally cooked,” Karlach said. “Held on just long enough.” She was gasping for air now. Thoughts of Karlach’s weakness were drowned out by the helpless, impotent fury of it all. Her Karlach, for not nearly long enough of a time. But the tiefling wasn’t going to let her sit with her thoughts. “So,” she asked, forcing herself to smile and sound optimistic despite everything. “H-how’d I do?” 

“You were spectacular,” Tav said, forcing the words through her teeth. “In every way.” She hated saying every word of it, not because it wasn’t true but because she could only say them and not feel them, show them through touch and kiss and teeth and all the things that had marked her relationship with Karlach, every second they had been able to touch savoured like it was the last thing either of them would ever do. 

“I’m sorry, am I the only one who thinks this is ridiculous?” 

Tav’s head spun around like it was on a swivel. Astarion stood off to the side, nursing a bloody lip with a handkerchief. He was intruding. He had to know. He had to know now was a bad time. Sure, he was a Vampire Ascendant now, whatever that might mean, and he thought it was funny to tell kids they were about to die, but Karlach was his friend too, damn it! Let them have their grief!

“Now is not the time,” Shadowheart admonished him. 

“No,” the vampire said, stepping forward. “Now is exactly the time.” He looked almost offended at Karlach’s scream of pain as the engine in her chest burned ever brighter. “I thought you were going to pull something outrageous out of your ridiculous behind at the last possible moment, but no! You’re all just going to stand around feeling sorry for yourselves! It’s ridiculous!”

“I’m not going back to Avernus,” Karlach groaned between her teeth.

“For the love of– No!” Astarion said, shoving Tav off to the side like she wasn’t even there. This bastard, this pale-skinned bastard was going to ruin her last chance to say goodbye! “Karlach!” he said. “Do you trust me?”

“I… Do I have a choice?”

He bit his lip which, Tav realised, probably hurt him more than most, then closed his eyes and shook his head. “This goes against my better judgement, but… yes. Yes, you do, darling.”

“Then - I - guess - I - do,” Karlach huffed. 

“Good,” Astarion said, smiling like a child in a candy shop. “Could you be a dear and count to three for me?”

“One,” Karlach said, and Astarion shoved his hand between her ribs. It sounded like a chicken being opened from the inside. It was the most horrifying sound Tav had ever heard up until about two months ago. Her threshold for disgusting sounds had been significantly raised since then. 

Reality seemed to set back in as she looked at Astarion, his hand up to his wrist in Karlach’s chest, and she jumped up, shoving him away from her. On his back, unceremoniously and undignified, he had the gall to grin at her. 

“Ta-dah,” he said, and held up a metal sphere. It was steaming. Something hissed and Tav realised it was the sound of Astarion’s blood boiling. “Fuck,” he shouted and tossed it into the bay, where the Elder Brain floated gently in the waves. 

“Karlach!” Tav yelled as she dropped down next to her. She wasn’t breathing. She wasn’t moving. 

“What in the hells were you thinking?!” Shadowheart screamed behind her, grabbing Astarion by the collar.

“You’re a cleric!” he scolded her, and pointed at Karlach. “Do your job!”

“I can’t just heal her! Growing back an organ would require–”

“It would require what?” Astarion said, mocking her. “Loyalty to a deity that has chosen you, specifically? Oh, if only we had someone like that on hand! If only we had someone who could call upon divine intervention to give one single person a regular heart! If only–”

Shadowheart was already on her knees and praying, and a beam of moonlight slammed down on Karlach so hard it seemed to have actual weight to it. 

Tav had expected something… spectacular. Sparks. A light show. Instead, Karlach’s wound slowly closed, there was a moment of quiet, pregnant silence, and then the tiefling shot up, crashing forehead-first into her, there was a hollow -thunk- and both of them fell back clutching their head. 

Karlach was the first to recover. She sat up and looked down. For the first time in a decade, her chest wasn’t glowing. Her body wasn’t generating so much heat the whole world was covered in a light shimmer. For the first time in years, she felt like… herself again. What had been done to her had been heinous but she had, in some way, convinced herself that she had gotten used to it. Now, like getting over a cold you didn’t even know you had, there was a weight that had been lifted. 

She took a deep, cool breath, and cried.

Tav was around her neck, too relieved for anything more coherent than a need for proximity. They laughed. 

“What did you say to Selûne?” Karlach asked.

“If I’m honest,” Shadowheart replied, “I only managed about four words before she finished the prayer for me. I rather think she likes us.”

“Well,” Astarion said. “I do believe a thank you is in order.”

Karlach stood up and walked over to him. “Astarion, I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but… thank you.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “I owe you my life.”

“So about my reward–”

“That hurt like hell, and you’re a prick,” Karlach finished with a smile, and shoved him back into the harbour. 

#karlach #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 tav #astarion #shadowheart #fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #my writing #shut up some of my best novels started as fanfiction #don't judge me #i'm normal #i swear #bg3

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

thinking about this scene again...

like dream’s not a perfect older brother by any means (and i know he and delirium do end up fighting like three issues later for reasons that were mostly his fault), but i do love how patient and kind he is with her here, because he’s so clearly trying

and it’s because of what happened earlier, like, delirium is kinda scared of all her older siblings (except destruction), and dream’s usual volatility doesn’t help. so when she came to him for help she was so convinced he was going to say no and get mad at her for asking, that when dream asked her why she was there she didn’t even say anything she just started crying.

which, dream has never really been the best judge of his own behaviour, and he has no problems with delirium, so he’s entirely blindsided by the internal panic she’s been having this whole time

but his response is to a) make sure she’s okay, and b) apologise for his past behaviour and try to correct his behaviour going forward so he won’t be scaring her anymore

and he keeps that up! which is where we get to the first panels i added. because if it were anyone else, dream may have gotten impatient with the very obvious non answers she keeps giving, i imagine most people would have that response. but there’s not even a sliver of annoyance in it, he just keeps gently nudging her towards a helpful answer until she figures out which of the things in her head is the one she needs to say out loud

and more than that, i keep getting stuck on the “very good. we are here.”

because like. if you ask “where should we start?” and someone goes “here”, it would be so easy to say that that's not even an answer to the question, it's that obvious

but dream’s response, while in his usual excessively formal speech pattern, is essentially going “great! that was step one, you did step one really well, so well in fact that we already did it! now do you know what step two is?”

and that’s the thing about delirium and why she was so scared, i think it’s a relatable mood for a lot of neurodivergent people, her thoughts go in a lot of directions and she doesn’t know which ones are and aren’t obvious to other people, or exactly what they’re referring to. which makes it really difficult to navigate social situations that you care about, because you know there’s a line somewhere where people will have had enough of dealing with you, but you can never see that line or how close you are to it, and you don’t even know which of the things you do are pushing you closer to it and which are fine to say. and like, here as a starting point is obvious, sure, but she’s also right. they are already in their starting place, she just didn’t realise that what dream was asking and the words he was saying didn’t quite match up

but dream realises that too, when she responds the way she does, and he has the absolutely perfect reaction here, which is no judgement, to be encouraging of delirium so she feels comfortable continuing to offer suggestions, and to modify his question so he’s actually asking what he thinks he was asking

and i just have a lot of emotions about them

he is a good big brother...

#dream of the endless #delirium of the endless #sandman comic spoilers #the sandman #mine #meta

[suddenlybambi]

as long as you stay here [1] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 1.9k

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Y/N and Bebe had been struggling to make rent after Wendy moved in with her boyfriend, Stan. It wasn’t that they weren’t friends and didn’t want to live together anymore; it was more the issue that Wendy and Stan didn’t get any privacy in the apartment. Plus, Y/N and Bebe were fed up with having to wait to use the only bathroom because the couple were in the shower together. Meanwhile, Stan’s roommate was apparently the sort of guy who just studied in his room all day, so they had plenty of privacy there.

That was when Bebe suggested that her boyfriend move in with them. According to her, they had broken up in high school but remained friends and had just resumed their relationship a month prior.

A lot of South Park students ended up in Denver for college and got apartments together. Wendy and Bebe needed a third roommate, and Y/N needed a place to live as she was the only one from her hometown to attend that college, so she didn’t know anyone. Things just worked out, and they moved in together, a friendship forming easily between the three.

Bebe’s boyfriend had supposedly missed the deadlines when it came to getting an apartment with roommates, so he was stuck with two guys he didn’t know or like. He jumped at the chance to move in with Bebe and Y/N when Wendy left.

Y/N hadn’t met him before but trusted Bebe’s judgement. At least, that was until she heard Bebe loudly moaning his name on the first night, and she realised that she did, in fact, know exactly who he was.

“Just because you think he’s-” Bebe started to protest to Y/N, but she was cut off.

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Y/N pointed at her as though she were catching her out in a lie. “I don’t think in general!”

“Can’t you just be happy for me?” Bebe pleaded, holding her hands up to cup each side of Y/N’s face, squishing her cheeks together a little. Y/N pulled Bebe’s hands away and held them.

“Babe, I’m your biggest supporter. I would be happy for you if you were dating a literal toad. But Clyde?” Y/N knew Clyde. She sat behind him in English Literature and constantly got distracted by the games that Clyde would play on his laptop instead of listening to the lecture. Particularly when the games were anime-girl dating simulators which featured a lot of boob action. She was guilty of playing them herself, that wasn’t the problem, but she didn’t play them in the middle of a lecture. It was hard to listen to her professor talk about how the mountains in Frankenstein portrayed Victor’s emotional state when the limits of jiggle physics in games were being tested right in front of her. “I mean, really, of all people, it had to be Clyde? Clyde?”

“What?” Clyde appeared in the doorway to Bebe’s bedroom, or rather, what was now their shared bedroom. Instantly, Y/N covered her eyes.

“Goddamn it! Put some clothes on!” She yelled, having seen far more of her classmate than she ever wanted to. 

“Oh shit!” Clyde looked down at his completely bare form and darted back into the room. Y/N only knew the coast was clear to lower her hand when she heard the door slam shut.

“Don’t give me that look!” Bebe sighed.

“My eyes are singed! I can’t give you any sort of look right now.”

“Give him a week?” Bebe asked, putting on her best puppy dog pleading expression. “Please? For me?”

“You’re so lucky you’re the hottest person I’ve ever met, and I would let you step on me repeatedly if that’s what you requested.” Y/N sighed, giving in instantly.

“Flirt with me all you want; it won’t make me dump him,” Bebe rolled her eyes playfully.

“One day, it’ll work!” Y/N shrugged. She had a habit of flirting with her friends for fun. It didn’t really mean anything. It was just a playful little joke. If someone wasn't comfortable with it, she would instantly stop, but it was so much fun when they played back.

“I gotta admit, you’ve come close before.” Bebe teased, throwing her a little wink.

“Come close to what?” Clyde emerged from their room again, now, fortunately, with some pants on. He was still shirtless, but he had attended lectures shirtless on multiple occasions despite being told he would be kicked out if it continued, so this was nothing new to her.

“Your girlfriend was just admitting that I’ve come close to seducing her,” Y/N proudly stated. “So if you don’t treat her right, I will.”

“She means that,” Bebe added with a nod.

“Wait-” Cogs started turning in Clyde’s brain. “Are you the one that almost split Stan and Wendy up when he wasn’t treating her right?” Y/N nodded, though the whole situation had been blown a little out of proportion when the information was passed around like a bad game of telephone.

Y/N hadn’t intentionally tried to break them up. She hadn’t even really flirted with Wendy in that way. Stan kept on bailing on dates, but Wendy would always forgive him. Y/N simply took her on a date when Stan bailed and showed Wendy how she deserved to be treated. She took her out for a nice meal, they went on a walk, they went to the theatre, and Y/N walked Wendy to her door at the end, which, since they lived in the same apartment at the time, was right across the hall from hers. She even gave her a little kiss on the cheek as they parted ways.

It succeeded in giving the couple the wake-up call they needed to get their relationship back on track. Stan needed to show his girlfriend that he actually loved her and treat her better, and Wendy had to be reminded that she was deserving of love and better treatment.

“They call me the homewrecker,” Y/N shrugged, deciding it was best not to elaborate on the whole situation with Wendy and Stan to Clyde so she could use the same technique if he dared to treat Bebe poorly. “And not just because I’m terrible at DIY.”

“Oh! That reminds me!” Bebe pointed over to their small kitchen unit. The living room and kitchen were smooshed together, and both looked pretty pathetic, but it was livable. “Don’t touch anything under the kitchen sink. It is duct-taped together and holding on for dear life because someone is too stubborn to admit she can’t fix it.”

“Oh, no, I freely admit I can’t fix it!” Y/N held her hands up in surrender. “I just refuse to pay that asshole plumber to fix it.”

“After what you did to him, I don’t think he could be paid any amount of money to come anywhere near our building to fix it,” Bebe mumbled. “And he was the only one we could afford.” 

“Look, it’s not leaking currently, so the duct tape is working. Just… don’t breathe on it,” Y/N instructed Clyde. “Or look in its general direction or even think about it because it really is as fragile as my ego.”

“This is the most I’ve heard you talk,” Clyde suddenly pointed out. “You’re so quiet in class.”

“HA!” Bebe let out a loud snort of laughter, pointing at Y/N. “This one? Quiet?”

“When there is no one worth talking to, I don’t see the need to waste my breath,” Y/N explained.

“I’m in that class?” Clyde seemed confused and a little hurt.

“My point exactly,” She mumbled, looking down at the ground.

“You’re talking to me now,” He pointed out, now seeming smug. In response, Y/N turned around and wordlessly walked past him to get to her room, closing the door behind her without so much as looking back at him.

“Give her time,” Bebe assured Clyde, placing a hand on his arm encouragingly as he watched the door close. “She’ll warm up to you.”

“Did it take her a while with you and Wendy?” Clyde asked, turning back to face his girlfriend.

“Noooo! We were instant BFFs! She started talking to us and hasn’t stopped since. I don’t think she slept for three days when we first met because she was so excited to make friends,” Bebe laughed but stopped when she saw that Clyde looked genuinely dejected over the fact that he hadn’t hit it off with his new flatmate. “Just… buy her a drink or something while we’re out, and you’ll be in her good books.”

“She’s coming out with us tonight?”

“Of course! She’s our friend!” 

“I thought it would just be the South Park group?”

“If Kenny and Tolkien can bring their girlfriends, we can bring Y/N.” 

“I’m not going,” Y/N suddenly spoke up from behind Clyde.

“What the fuck?!” Clyde spun around, clutching his chest as though he were having a heart attack. He hadn’t heard her open her door or walk back up to them. “How did you do that?”

“Sorry, I should have warned you about that,” Bebe winced as she watched her boyfriend try to catch his breath again. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Are you a vampire or something?” Clyde questioned Y/N. She could tell he was completely being serious. “You have to tell us if you are, right? Like undercover cops?”

“Yes, Clyde, obviously I am a vampire,” Y/N nodded, her voice oozing sarcasm. “I am an immortal being who decided that she wanted to spend her eternity going to college and living in an apartment where everything is broken. Now you know my secret I have to kill you.”

“She’s a dancer, so she’s light on her feet,” Bebe explained, ignoring Y/N. “You’ll never hear her coming.”

“Unlike your mom,” Y/N couldn’t stop herself from making the joke. It may have been childish and in poor taste, but she had to. Bebe ignored it, and Clyde didn’t understand, still caught up on everything else.

“A dancing vampire?” He asked. Y/N couldn’t help but snort in laughter at how serious Clyde looked.

“This is your man?” She questioned Bebe, pointing at Clyde.

“Yes!” Bebe groaned, feeling a little secondhand embarrassment from her boyfriend. “You are coming tonight.” 

“So is your mo-” Y/N started to repeat the crappy joke, but Bebe’s glare silenced her. “I’m not going.”

“See! She doesn’t want to!” Clyde insisted. “She’s not going!”

“Wait, do you not want me to go?” Y/N asked Clyde, who hesitantly nodded in confirmation. “Oh! Well, in that case, I’m definitely going.” Clyde deflated at the realisation that she was going purely to annoy him.

“Yay! Come on, let's find you the perfect dress!” Bebe grabbed Y/N’s arm, dragging her to her bedroom.

“Wait, why are we going to your room?” Y/N questioned, trying to wiggle away. Bebe could be quite strong when she wanted to be, and her grip on her arm was like a vice. “I have my own dresses.”

“Not the right sort! This is a nightclub, not a barbecue at your grandparents’ house.”

“I’ve always felt my style was more ‘I’d rather be at the ren fair’ than family barbecue, but you’re the one studying fashion, so what do I know?”

“I say this with love… You know nothing.” Bebe shook her head in pity at Y/N. “Now let’s get you in a dress that shows off your cute ass.”

#kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski fic #south park fanfiction #south park fic #kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #as long as you stay here #alaysh #alaysh suddenlybambi

[thrasheraxe]

Ahhh, what a thrill!! 🙈✨

I wanna request a James/Reader story. The reader is biologically female, but is gender fluid but usually likes to be treated like a boy.

The story would be about his first time. It would start out soft and end up rough.

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Thanks and sorry for my English. 🤧

hetfield x gender fluid reader

weee woo!! thank you for this one!! im not gender fluid myself but ill give it my best go!!🫶

thinking current james and these images because DUHHH

cw: smut, talk of gender identity, virginity, age difference

prompt: genderfluid reader who is an illustrator working at the park one day, when they come across garage owning James, unbeknownst to the reader he was also in a local band

sitting on a park bench watching the world go by and drawing the scenery around you was one of your favourite ways to relax. there was no judgement there, dressed in a baggy hoodie and jeans you had no fear. even if you were masc presenting today its not like strangers would notice or even care, they just thought of you as some guy on the park bench and that made you happy.

coming out as genderfluid had been hard on you, it wasn't easy to find anyone so accepting or even just understanding, so you'd take your comfort elsewhere. it was no small feat and it was even harder to find like minded individuals, you often thought of others like you and wished to make them not feel as alone as you did.

you almost didn't notice the larger man approaching you, headphones in and staring intently at the forest line trying to capture every detail. he pats you on the shoulder lightly, an older gentleman something you weren't expecting. most of the interaction you'd had at this place was from sweet old ladies who would ask for the time.

cigar in hand and a cowboy hat on his head (which was out of place for the city but it worked for him), he stared down at you with his piercing blue eyes and a bright smile while you took out your earphones. a slight confused expression as you spoke softly.

"uhm..hello?"

"oh sorry darl, didn't mean to spook you, i was just strolling past and noticed your drawings, they are very impressive, can i take a look?" his voice was soft and calming. hesitantly you passed him the sketchpad sheets you were working on.

“wow…i mean wow..” he strokes his finger over the linework lightly, just adoring it. his smile is still bright and as you look at him, you realise this man is stunningly beautiful. even this is enough to make you blush.

“this is fantastic, you work as an illustrator?”

“n-no, it’s mainly something i keep to myself, i uh, work in retail.” you cringe at your own words sounding meek and uninteresting.

“well…can you draw anything or are you just into nature?” his tone kind as he looked directly at you. he had no judgement at all.

“uh yeah i mean i can always try can’t i?”

“well, i actually run an autoshop, and ive been looking for something to spruce up the walls a bit, you think you’d be able to design something for me? not for free of course”

you grin at his suggestion, the mere thought alone of someone enjoying your work was insane but now wanting to pay for it? it was some sort of blasphemy in your eyes.

“of course! i could do that. could probably get it done in a few hours”

“amazing, thank you sweetheart, james by the way. if you think you could get something done that quick, why don’t you come by the Luxe downton? my band is actually playing there.”

He had a huge grin on his face and he was clearly proud of himself for that subtle mention. his gaze not leaving your eyes.

“yeah that’d be really fun.” you smile sheepishly and nod. you also pause and tell him your name with a laugh, realising you’d neglected to mention it.

“great see you at eight” still with that grin on his face, he winks and walks off leaving you in awe of this mysterious and handsome individual.

it didn’t take you long to get home and in the fully lit presence of your desk, bubbling with inspiration you sketch up something. it was nice, in a weird way he’d inspired you with his compliment but you kept it simple. this was for a stranger after all, a simple sketch of an old ‘67 chevy impala, carefully shaded in and small subtle details. you sign your name and get ready for the night, time escaping you faster than you’d thought.

as you arrived, hair done and settling with a slightly nicer combination of jeans and a button up, you plop yourself down at the bar looking out for james. it wasn’t until the first notes of an unfamiliar song that you see him on the stage, he gives you a subtle smile and a nod.

you sat there taking in the environment and enjoying the set they played, bopping your head along and nursing a drink. his voice was actually quite spectacular which added to your already slight attraction to this man.

after he had finished, he made his way over to you, beer in hand with a grin.

“hey there sweetheart.”

“hi” you answer nervously, quick to reach for your bag and grab the drawing out of it, meticulously glued to a piece of card and protected by a sleeve as not to damage it. he takes it out of your hand and with one look his eyes widened.

“wow! this is…amazing…thank you so much, darlin’, let me know how I can repay you?”

you smile brightly and shake your head, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks

“no, no. that’s okay! i actually had a lot of fun, it was nice to work on something different for a change.”

“least let me buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

“that’d be really nice, thank you”

for the next few hours you’d spent time drinking together, you both talked about his band, your ambitions, your identity since he was very curious. he asked a lot of questions, respectfully of course and you answered them with grace. his willingness to learn made you feel a bit fuzzy inside as no one had ever treated you that way.

you find yourself getting over your aversion to eye contact, willingly staring into his eyes as he spoke about his hobbies and his musical influences. he notices your stare and grins to himself. taking a mental note, he changes the subject to loved ones and is surprised to hear you’ve never dated anyone. you were young sure, but he didn’t expect you to have no experience atall.

“really? thats…interesting.”

“are you making fun of me?” you say raising your eyebrow and glaring playfully. feeling the buzz from the last few drinks.

“no…no. just something crossed my mind is all. shouldn’t’ve but it did” he says softly, his body language a bit more serious and he looked slightly embarrassed.

you look at the time on your phone, 1 am. you’re feeling buzzed and james is looking very fine, screw it. you move closer and sit next to him, thighs pressed to one another and your face flushed. so what if it was your first time? this man was too beautiful to pass on.

“jealous are we james?”

your sudden confidence and proximity threw him for a loop, his eyes flitting between yours and your lips. “pardon?”

“you heard me. jealous? wishing it was your cock buried deep inside me? giving me that wonderful feeling for the first time?”

“fuuck…you don’t waste any time do you?”

“guess i’m just feeling a bit out there and lucky tonight, james.”

the way you kept saying his name made him squirm in his seat, the thought of you sat on his lap, fucking like rabbits and him giving you your first time was overwhelming. when suddenly he stood, held out his hand and not saying anything.

you take it gracefully, grinning to yourself. the reality of the situation not quite kicking in yet as the alcohol made you feel fuzzy. he pulls you to his side, snaking an arm around your waist, chucking some money on the table and walking like a man on a mission.

15 minutes later and a tense taxi drive, where he’d been struggling not to take you right there or even just touch you a little bit, you arrive at a hotel. he rushes you in, holding onto you as if you’d run off if he let go. the silence was deafening.

in the elevator, he just looked down at you with a grin, a gentle hand coming up to lift your chin, his eyes piercing into you once again as he finally spoke.

“you really wanna go through with this?”

“more than anything.”

a moment later his lips were pressed against yours, kissing you deeply, hands nestled at the small of your back. you kiss him back with a little more force, the heat in the room rising. he begins to trail soft kisses down your neck before biting ever so slightly at the crook.

“oh fuck..”

he laughs heartily hearing you curse under your breath and brings a hand to your chin again, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip and tapping at as if he was mimicking something in his own mind.

“you’ve got such pretty lips, know that?”

too distracted by his gaze at your lips, you fail to answer as you bring tour own hands up his sides slipping under his shirt and scratching at his back in need, producing a breathy groan from his own lips. his head tilting back slightly as he felt your nails dig into his flesh.

you take this moment to start kissing his neck, your own body trembling at this point as you’d never really gotten past a small kiss with anyone before. he could definitely tell, by the way your lips moved hesitantly along his neck, awkwardly sucking and biting at random areas. a furious red blush on your face and your brows knotted together in concentration.

he shook his head and laughed, lifting your face away with his hand.

“let me show you sweetheart.”

his lips trailed your neck, finding that sweet spot and at first he just places sweet kisses there, slowly but surely he takes a little bit of skin in between his lips and nibbles, letting you feel each sensation. soft whimpers escaped your lips as he moved, taking this as a sign he bit harder. you let out a moan and grip his shoulders lightly.

“you like that hun? so cute” he purred in your ear. the ding of the elevator pulling you both out of this heated moment. you break apart and stare up at him, the swift transition of him grabbing you and ending up in the hotel room, clothes being tugged at during another heated makeout session makes your head spin

heart racing you look at him with doe eyes. which makes him curse under his breath and compose himself. sitting back on his knees.

“cmere pretty boy, lets take this your pace huh darl?”

you nod, that nervous feeling welling up inside, sitting up you start to unbutton his shirt, trailing your fingers down his exposed chest and placing kisses there. appreciative groans leaving his lips as he caresses your neck with his thumb. need building up inside himself now, he was struggling at how teasingly slow this was moving. if it was any other person, he would’ve just pinned them to the wall and fucked them violently chasing his own high. but even though you were pretty much a stranger to him, he didn’t want you to regret this. you were so sweet looking and nervous.

eventually after extended amounts of strained eye contact and lustful gazes you make your way to his jeans, unbuckling his belt as he stroked through your hair with his big hand. you pull the fabric down and gasp at the way his cock bounces back, hitting his stomach and throbbing, dripping with precum. he takes it his hands and strokes it a few times, thumbing over the tip, collecting the liquid.

he grins and offered his thumb to you.

“wanna taste it darl?”

“yes” you say tentatively taking it and sucking the tip. with a groan he watches you swirl your tongue around it, cursing under his breath.

“fuck can’t take it any longer, i need you baby, that okay?”

you don’t say anything, just start tugging his jeans down completely, you focus on your own and then pull him on top of you, fiercely making out with him, whimpers escaping your lips.

he sits back up and pulls your thighs apart, gently stroking through your folds, his hands glistening with your wetness.

“need it james…please”

he groans at the sounds you make and your desperate words. he doesn’t take a breath before lining up with your entrance, looking at you for approval. you nod and he leans over stroking your cheek sweetly.

“this gonna hurt a little bit okay? just relax for me, you’re doing so good already ,pretty boy.”

before you can react, he pushes just the tip in, letting you adjust as he stares down at you. you hiss in pain and grip his shoulder tightly, a yelp escaping your lips. he peppers kisses along your jaw and neck, speaking softly

“it’s okay, i know i know. breathe sweet boy, we can just stay like this a moment, yeah?”

one big hand drifts down to your clit, circling slowly and applying some pressure. your head tips back slightly letting out a strained moan.

“ready, james. just do it…please?”

barely able to control himself, he continues working with one hand, the other gripping your hip as he pushes himself to the hilt.

“fuck!” you moan loudly, with his accompanying groan, he starts to move, slowly and gently holding you. it takes you a minute to get used to the feeling but when you do, your body trembles all over, frantic moans escaping your lips. he strokes your hair and keeps kissing your neck tenderly.

“god you feel so fucking good darl, so good…”

his words send you into overdrive, feeling the need for more, you buck against him. your teeth find its way to his shoulder and you bite down, whispering pleas. his demeanour switches, seemingly not being able to control himself at feeling you clench down on him. so soft and warm, he just starts moving faster, his hips stuttering, watching your face to make sure it’s okay.

“fuck…yes…shit…james…feels so good” your words escaping as whines as you stare up at him. you could see his expression become more desperate as soft moans tumble from him. his grasp getting tighter and he grits his teeth.

“so good for me, god..shit i don’t know if i can hold back anymore. so fucking tight and wet for me, baby. drivin me insane”

you lean up and bite his earlobe before whispering “so don’t. i can handle it.”

it was like something had snapped in him, he heaves your thighs up over his waist and hastily shoving a pillow underneath you. slamming his hips into yours and grabbing your thighs tightly, hard enough to leave bruises for sure. your hands reach up and tug at his white hair, your sounds only growing louder which was like music to his ears. he was out of control, slamming back down on you and pulling out before repeating the process, like it was his own first time too.

“fuck look so good taking me , honey. you like that? getting fucked so hard by this fat old cock? hm? gushing round me baby.”

“yes yes fuck fuck…i can’t” you whine, in a stroke of adrenaline you guide his hand back to your clit, pushing yourself further on him. he gladly continues swirling, his fingers moving at the same pace as his hips. hitting you so deep you could feel it in your stomach.

“gonna cum in you, pretty boy. wanna make you remember this forever, gonna ruin you for anybody else.”

this sends you into primal need, borderline fucking yourself on him as you whimper in his ear.

“fuck yeah, fucking ruin me. fill me. need it so bad james…so fucking close.”

“god you are fucking filthy i love it” he growls, slamming harder into you, his body not being able to hold back. his thrusts become messy as you chase that high together. whispering obscenities to each other and grabbing at wherever you can reach.

the sensation comes faster than you’d ever felt before, like a rollercoaster dropping down a peak, your legs begin to shake and you scream out his name. he takes this as a challenge and moves at an impossible pace, cumming hard inside. growling in your ear and pulling at your hair lightly.

“so fucking good, darl. oh fuck I can’t get enough. no, i think i’ll be seeing more of you. mm ill teach you everything.”

#this was a long one! #i hope its good #i had to take so maby breaks aaaaa #him being so sweet and attentive #interested in your hobbies #god im gay please help me #yes mr hetfield #teaching you everything 🤭 #tried my best to give detail!! #age gap is so hot idk #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield x masc reader #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x genderfluid reader #axl’s thoughts #jaymz #need him so bad #metallica