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rapunzelbro · 2 months
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I've been reading your fabulous Lucifer and tall reader. I found a tiktok for a Lucifer scenario. I thought it was perfect just hiding little duckies all over the castle and hotel for Lucifer to find and to also piss Alastor off. 🙂
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8vdXanP/
The Great Duck Hunt of The Century! Ft. Lucifer & Alastor!
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This title is so so so fucking specific. Remember my hiatus? Yeah I don’t remember either. I feel like I like writing for Lucifer and Angel more ngl and silly prompts like these give me inspiration. Idk why anywho enjoy~ Angel , Reader, Lucifer, Alastor Husk
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Throughout your relationship with Lucifer you always found new ways to spice it up in the bed room
If you thought sex well, that too
But you meant something else, and that was The Great Duck Hunt of The Century!
What is it you may ask?
Well let’s just say Lucifer made a bunch of mini ducks out of pure boredom one day with you. So you snagged them all when you two were done with them
And spent the next 7 hours placing 500 in the castle and 500 in the Hazbin Hotel
Why? Because why the fuck not
Lucifer was excited and was happily looking around but when you got a text from Angel you knew you were fucked, screwed, in trouble
“Girl what tf did you do”
“Whatever do you mean?”
Why is Smiles yelling about finding ducks all over the hotel”
“Husk is literally finding them in the liquor bottles and choked on one of them and not the good kinda choke if you know what I mean” “🍆💦”
“I made a scavenger hunt for Lucifer that’s all 🫢”
“You didn’t hide any in my room did you”
“Hell no you’re my friend”
“Aw thank you sweetie💗 might wanna avoid the hotel for a while he is pissed I’ll keep rehiding them though. Ttyl babe~”
“Thanks for the warning”
Yeah uh let’s just say, after Lucifer did find a majority of them. Him being short Didn’t give him an advantage and you mentioned to him there’s a ton left so out comes Lucifer in bird mode
Dude is flying throughout his castle knocking so much shit over in the process to find these ducks and he is so fucking happy? Dude is so glad you did this.
It went on for hours
When you finish counting what he found you announce he found 500/1000
“HOLY SHIT THERES MORE??”
He didn’t know how you had so much dedication but he did and was ready to go to the hotel to find the rest
You texting Angel
“How many did he find?”
“I wanna say 100? This radio demons is ripping this hotel apart for them, Charlie thinks her dad did it but I let her in on it and told Vag. They think it’s funny as fuck. Well Charlie not as much but Vag is dying over here”
“omg did I tell you there’s bets being placed on this shit on if he burns the building down or not? Get your ass over here “
Lucifer makes a portal for you two because stepping into the hotel
Holy
Shit
It was a mess?? There were spots you didn’t even put any that were destroyed
“What the actual fuck?”
Everyone is just at the bar watching shit go down as Alastor is ripping the hotel apart for the ducks.
Lucifer is no where to be seen. This man’s instantly looking for the ducks and fixing up the building as he goes for his daughters sake
Alastor noticing you just appeared and him going up to you with his demon form practically almost fully out from his pissed this man is
“I’m hoping it wasn’t you who did this, or I’m afraid ł’ⱠⱠ ₱ɆⱤ₴Ø₦₳ⱠⱠɎ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮Ø Ɽł₱ ɎØɄ Ⱡł₥฿ ฿Ɏ Ⱡł₥฿ Ʉ₦₮łⱠ ɎØɄ ⱤɆ₥ØVɆ ɆVɆⱤɎ ₴ł₦₲ⱠɆ Ø₦Ɇ Ø₣ ₮ⱧɆ₴Ɇ ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ ĐɄ₵₭₴”
His voice getting so fucking loud and static holy shit it was scary but you just back away as quickly as possible before Lucifer comes out with a fuck ton of the mini ducks before running infront of you.
Lucifer and Alastor stare at each other before Lucifer almost fucking launches at his ass for yelling at you
You instantly having to hold him back
“Listen you find these fuckers easily right? Help me find them and I won’t have to kill your little girlfriend”
“Haha fuck you. I’d love to see you try. I’m looking on my own terms “
Yeah he highkey didn’t want to take that chance regardless but he wasn’t lying when he said he was looking on his terms. Him bringing the ducks back to you as he found them
You counting them but Angel distracting you so much you had to double count everything like four times.
When he found them all the hotel surprisingly didn’t burn down, which caused almost everyone to give Husk money
“Hah.. old cats still got it”
Yeah Husk knew it wouldn’t be that dramatic considering if it had any involvement with you, or Lucifer, Lucifer could’ve easily fixed the building before it got to the point of that
He is fucking good
Alastor making the ducks dissolve in thin air once you counted them all and confirmed they were all found and Lucifer mourning the loss of his ducks while you and Charlie awkwardly comfort him.
Alastor instantly going back to his room with the worlds most irritating smile
“Please when you have this.. duck hunting again..you have it NOT HERE”
“Well that went better than I thought..”
And that was the end of the Great Duck Hunt of the century
It was the most fun Lucifer ever had.
And to see Alastor in that state was the icing on the cake.
He loved you so much and was 100% going to make himself a trophy since he found them all
It’s just the little things you do or even in this case the big things that make him appreciate you even more
Especially if it involves pissing off Alastor my god you got hella bonus points for that shit
Lucifer Taglist: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @katshyperfixations @aphestina @satansmanager @irethepotato @storydays @saturnhas82moons @zamadness
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callanton · 2 months
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“girlfriend effects” ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 
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habits that they develop from dating you.
pairing. bf!riize x fem!reader. warnings. insane usage amount of the word 'like' mentions of food, dizzy, cursing, kissing and marking (not heavy though!) marriage on anton one! rara's letter. giggled to much on the seunghan's one..
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— shotaro & buying things that remind him of you.
he would buy everything that reminded him of you.
and prolly would update you even when you're asleep.
taroro <3: look what i got :D this kinda reminds me of you!!
he would buy literally ANYTHING even when it's so expensive that out of his budget.
especially when he's on vacation in his hometown.
having a bunch of plushies and keychains that look exactly like you.
keychain on his bag, sticker on his laptop, plushies all over his room.
then he'll buy a keychain that looks like him for you!!
you MUST hang it on your bag or wherever you want just, please, show it off.
he loves it sm.
this boy will giggle all day until you're tired.
— eunseok & bringing your essentials with him everytime.
like i said on my previous bf headcanons!
he would, and he has everything!!
your hair tie was missing? don't worry, he has one on his wrist.
your lips dry? he'll pass the chapstick, lip balm or any lip treatment without you asking.
omg what if your keys are gone somewhere??? bae he has your keys all the time in his bag.
you're just clumsy, but luckily your perfect boyfriend would come to the rescue everytime!
you felt dizzy all of a sudden? girl, he has a whole bottle of water and the medicine prepared.
the members would probably ask why he has a hair tie on his wrist.
all of them are just like they didn't believe that the song eunseok. carrying your items everywhere?? unbelievable.
and, no. he wouldn't take it off, even though the members were teasing him to death.
it's important for you!! why would he take it off?
— sungchan & kissing you everytime he got a chance.
this man has an obsession with your lips.
trust me when i say he has, he has.
i might throw the "chance" aside..
bcs BOY, HE WOULD KISS YOU EVEN IF YOU WERE TALKING WITH HIS MEMBERS.
bro is that down bad 😭🙏🏻
he doesn't give a fuck, even when his members are teasing him for being too clingy.
he just loves you too much, and maybe that counts for your lips too.
wouldn't be ashamed if your lipstick stuck on his lips.
it's the other way, he absolutely loves when your lipstick marks him and would be proud of himself.
he can't stand the fact that he hasn't kissed you yet.
like everytime, i mean everyday, at least three kisses before he can go on with his day perfectly.
even when he's far away from you, a virtual kiss would do.
bro has a whole album of kissing memes.
— wonbin & doing your hair.
he loves it when you talk about how your day went.
bcs those faces that you make when focusing are just so cute.
but then a hair piece falls in front.
he will tuck it behind with a school girl in love kind of smile 🥹
like he's felt like falling in love all over again.
it felt like a romantic movie that he never expected to have.
everything is like a slow motion to him.
he loves it when you decide to tie up your hair!!
then he loves to braid, wash, dry, and brush your hair.
especially when you had a busy week and had no time to wash or do your hair.
he'll let you rest and let him do your hair.
everything is on him, don't worry!!
— seunghan & back hugging you.
this mann T^T
okay now imagine you're in the same house as him.
when you wake up just to see this fine man hugging you from behind.
legs and hands all entangled with you.
buttt if you're not next to him when he wakes up.
be prepared to get the tightest hug from behind.
yeah, the kdrama scene.
which the female lead is cooking or preparing breakfast for the male lead.
then boom, back hugs.
place kisses all over you. neck, cheeks, forehead, and the temple of your head. hair. the back of your hands.
"i'm expecting you to be by my side when i wake up.."
so whinyy
how much you love him for this, but he gotta let go!!
or else no breakfast for the day.
— sohee & everyday text with you.
it's a must for him.
you're asleep? good.
bcs you'll wake up with a whole ass paragraph from him.
really really love sending you pictures of him doing almost everything.
eating, practicing, even before sleeping.
he'll update you everytime he gets the chance!!
absolutely adore when you decide to send him the pictures of you back to him.
asking how your day went.
when you say it was suck, he will go straight to your house without warning.
he's far away from you? not a problem.
face timing is the solution, so go!
would never end the call, even when you've already fallen asleep after telling him your whole day.
screenshots of your pictures and put them as his new wallpaper ^3^
— anton & planning almost everything.
you know, how was this man obsessed with planning everything??
like he has everything organized.
so you don't need to worry that your date is on the same day and at the same time as your work or school.
bcs that would never happen!!
try to think of anything that you would never think of happening.
marriage ‼️
like yeah, he would have a whole note about the wedding theme.
what types of or where would you both go for the honeymoon
man is so delusional.
he's so in love with you that he has already planned everything, even though there's still a long way to go :(
it's the summer time for him!!
your favorite snacks? check. your favorite place to go? check. your favorite activities? check.
you just need to pay him back with a lot of kisses and cuddles.
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xtreklx · 8 months
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You're hurt ~ Ninja Turtles x reader
Headcanon: Bayverse Turtles x reader
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: SFW, angst + a little fluff, mention of injury
A/N: really appreciate all of the love shown to my last headcanon post, so I thought I'd do another one! switching up the tone tho and doing a little bit of angst ~ hope you enjoy!
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~Leonardo~
we all know that Leo probably has the best handle on his emotions of all the turtle brothers
so when he sees your injured form, on the outside he probably looks a healthy amount of concerned 
but inside he is absolutely going beserk
like amber alert sounds going off in his brain fr
he asks Donnie what to do as they quickly tend to your injury but as they work, there is a ringing in his ears 
when you wake up from being unconscious, the first thing he does is let out a big sigh of relief, and then "how're you holding up, princess? can I do anything for you?"
and when you smile softly back at him and say "I'm okay now, love, I promise" his heart is going to shatter and then put itself back together again all at once
he is so quick to do anything and everything to alleviate your pain
while you are healing, of course he takes the main shift in caring for you
he is constantly refilling your water bottle, bringing you food or tea, changing out your bandages
he'll even sit on the chair next to your bed and read to you, just to take your mind off of any pain you may be experiencing
our guy in blue is very motherly and nurturing in that way
but lowkey, he will take any chance he gets to step out of the room because of how much it pains him to see you like this
he'll lean against the wall outside of the lab/infirmary and rub his temples, furrowing his brow ridge and holding in tears
his most precious, delicate flower, trampled by the cruel, outside world
but he won't let you see his pre-grief; you only see him with a smile on his face
it's only when you start making visible progress with your injury that he starts to feel okay again
because the physical proof that you are going to recover reassures him that he is not going to lose you any time soon
~Raphael~
omg when Big Red saw you injured... his world literally came to a halt
like record scratch type of halt
his biggest fear in the whole wide world is losing his family, and you are a part of his family now
so he is simply beside himself with fear and worry and is absolutely desperate and angry until he knows that you're going to make it
he will be snapping at whoever is tending to your wounds, if anyone tries to pull him away from you he WILL FIGHT THEM
he is very not okay and very emotional
once he gets a moment alone, he will definitely let the emotions take over and cry to himself
when you first wake up, he will say or do whatever he can to make you feel tough, because he doesn't want you feeling weak while down for the count
"damn, you really showed 'em, huh tiger? you shoulda seen the guy, he was limpin' away after the stunt you pulled."
swears up and down that he will kill whoever touched you, and even though raph is a violent guy, he's not a killer. but he 100% means what he says
however, a big part of him is going to blame himself. for not being with you, for letting you get in the way of danger, for even allowing you to be a part of a life like this to begin with.
but you can read the big guy like a book. so you give him a knowing smile and tenderly reassure him: "I wouldn't do a thing differently. I love you, and I want to be with you no matter what."
you got him fucked up, that's for sure
and while you are healing he is in no way shape or form leaving your side for a SECOND
he will fall asleep next to your infirmary bed, he will eat meals next to you, he will do whatever Donnie tells him to, but he will not be able to physically bear leaving your side
man's top quality is his loyalty, and while his fears or insecurities may get the best of him every once in a while, he's in it too deep now, and he'll do anything to be by your side
~Donatello~
as we expect, Donnie is able to keep his head on straight when he sees that you're injured
he knows that he has to have his wits about him because he's the only qualified medic of the group
but deep, deep down he is in full-on panic mode
Don keeps different groups of tabs open in his brain (like on a google chrome browser), and while one of the groups is flipping through every medical textbook he has ever read, another group is just going "Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N--"
over and over again like a computer system error
his brothers are trying to help him tend to your injuries but he is extremely strict with whatever they do and has a very hard time letting go of the reins
as he's talking to them, he looks concentrated and steady, but his voice will not stop cracking
once he has decided that you are stable and going to be okay is when he breaks down
he's definitely also a crier, and can't help but think about how he almost lost you and can't function without you
but he gets a hold of himself, continues to chronically monitor your vitals and pain levels, and then immediately gets to work on a new invention to keep you safe
when you first wake up, now that he's feeling a little more confident with your condition, he'll say something silly to cheer you up, like "well hello to my newest little experiment"
and you'll smile back at him with a joking "hi, Doctor Dee", insisting that you're fine as he asks you a bunch of analytical questions about your symptoms
after he's done playing doctor, he'll just sit next to you for a moment in silence, looking apprehensive
but you know exactly what he's thinking, so you say "you're my hero, Donatello. you know that, don't you?" 
he gets so blushy and flustered at that, but has the biggest smile on his face 
~Michelangelo~
surprisingly, when Mikey sees you hurt, he goes quiet
you would think that with our goofball in orange, his reaction would be super over-the-top and dramatic
no, mans goes dead silent
he never gave much thought to what his fears in life were before this, but he has realized that one of his biggest fears has just come true
he asks Donnie what he needs to do, and he doesn't think he has ever sounded more desperate in his life
he does his tasks immediately and with the utmost attention to detail, no protests and no questions asked
his brothers have never seen him like this before in their lives: so focused and concerned and quiet
they'll tell you about it later, as a testament to how much the guy lives and breathes for you
once Don has confirmed that you are stable and going to be okay, he lets out the biggest sigh of relief and overall goes back to his old self
when you wake up from unconsciousness, you're a little confused as to what happened, and he just goes "you got hurt on your way down from heaven, angel!"
he does everything he can to comfort you and make you smile and relieve your pain while you're recovering
he'll bring his speaker in and play you some of your favorite songs, sometime putting on elaborate performances to get you to laugh
he'll try and cuddle with you in your hospital bed and whine when Donnie protests
"awe come on, Doctor Dee! help a dude out a little!"
but he'll be successful whenever Donnie is sleeping or too engrossed in one of his other projects, and he'll lay next to you and stroke your hair
but whenever he remembers that moment when he thought he had lost you, he will go dark for a moment or two
and he will do whatever it takes to ensure that it never happens again.
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redstarwriting · 9 months
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bestie | hobie’s version
black cat!fem! reader becoming besties with Hobie
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request?: yes LMAO
request: continuation of my original fic “bestie”
requested by: literally everyone omg
word count: 2.8k
genre: platonic and chaotic
warnings:  language, stealing, monarchy slander, mentions of homelessness, knives, a sword
a/n: ok y’all, i thought of a way to continue this post as a series. maybe i’ll make a ‘bestie’ masterlist? 
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The friendship between you and Hobie formed fast. So fast. Faster than Miguel expected, even. You and Hobie literally became best friends immediately. He fucked with your attitude, which you knew already, but when he learned what you do? Best friends. “So, let me get this right, mate, you’re a global superstar—”
“Yep.”
“But you steal from the rich—”
“Mhm.”
“And you give to the poor—��
“Right.”
“Like some kinda famous Robin Hood?”
“Precisely,” you nod and he raises an eyebrow at you. The two of you are chilling in your penthouse apartment in a building that you own. He’s mindlessly strumming on his guitar, looking out at Nueva York from your balcony/rooftop, and questioning you. He thinks you’re cool, but he can’t help but be weary of sitting in such an expensive place. “Love the sentiment, really do, but ain’t bein’ a superstar… counteractive to all ‘at?” you shrug. “The majority of my money goes back to charities. I keep some of it, obviously, but I prefer giving back.” You lean back against a chair. “Besides. I grew up with nothing and basically no one. Feels kinda nice having a place like this.” “I guess, but donthca think buyin’ the ‘ole buildin’ was a bit overkill?” “No, actually. I pay for everything in this building and let homeless kids and teens in need, like me at that age, live in the rest of it free of charge,” you explain, taking a sip of your water. He stops strumming his guitar. “‘Scuse me?” you look over at him to see him staring at you with a look of disbelief in his eyes. You chuckle. “Don’t look so shocked. I like giving back, that’s the least I could do. Besides, I have a soft spot for kids being on the streets like that. No child deserves to suffer like that,” you explain and he shakes his head. As someone who was homeless as a child and well into his teenage years, hearing you say that actually makes him respect you loads more. “You should talk to some of the rich assholes in my world. Talk some sense into ‘em,” he mumbles, and you shake your head. “Rich people are inherently assholes.”
“You’re rich.”
“And I’m inherently an asshole. Self-awareness is key, Hobart,” you say and he rolls his eyes. “Not like ‘em assholes, though. They parade ‘round their wealth, pretendin’ the citizens in the city ain’t dyin’, starvin’… always stickin’ the pigs on us like we ain’t worth nothin’,” he mumbles, and you frown. “They’re lucky they have someone like you to stand up to them,” you say, and he nods. “Bloody right. ’s what I do. But there’s always a new person who gets in the way after I take down the first one,” he sighs, beginning to pick at the strings of his guitar again. You hum in agreeance. “Heard you bashed Norman Osborn’s head in with that guitar.”
“I did. It was bloody brilliant. But ‘en, after ‘im, these new Nazis showed up. Don’t even get me started on the new fuckin’ PM now,” he groans, and you shake your head. “Governments are ass. And I come from a non-monarchy. Can’t even imagine what yours is like,” you mumble and he frowns. “After I got rid of Norman, the new Prime Minister stepped in. Got rid a’ one evil and gave another one a open invitation.”
“At least you got rid of one of them. You’ll get the other one in time.”
“As much as I want ‘at to be true, I got the crown to worry ‘bout. Spewin’ all their rubbish to everyone, distractin’ ‘em all from the real issues goin’ on with their fancy jewels and blood money,” he stopped playing again, using his hands to show his disgust to you. “Jewels, you say? Money?” you smirk, and he rolls his eyes. “Is ‘at all ya got from ‘at, ya bloody klepto,” he asks, and you shrug. “Not all. Large portion. What do you say we fuck with them?” you suggest, and he raises an eyebrow at you. “And ‘ow d’you reckon we do ‘at?”
“Well, I, for one, am partial to the jewels and money you mentioned,” you grin at him, and he cocks his head to the side. “You wanna steal the crown jewels? Mate, I ‘ate to break it to ya but it’s not just one jewel. Or money. It’s a collection of shit.”
“And? You act like I’m a beginner at this shit,” you say, snorting and finishing your water. He smirks. “Serious?”
“Would I ever joke about making rich assholes panic?” you grin, taking your sweatshirt off to reveal your catsuit. You slip on your gloves and wink at him. “Let’s go, mate,” you imitate his accent and he jumps up, opening the portal to his world. “You got a plan?” he asks as the two of you enter, and you shrug. “Not necessarily, but they won’t even know I’m there.”
“Cocky, ain’t we?” Hobie teases and you giggle, shrugging. “I’m good at what I do.” “The jewels are protected. And on display. Dunno ‘ow you plan to get ‘em, but I’m excited to see it ‘appen,” he says as you step foot in his flat. You grin. “I have my ways. I say we hit it when it’s like 2am. Which luckily for us is in… right now, actually.”
“Ain’t this late gonna be expected?”
“Yes. I love a challenge,” you smirk and he shakes his head. “You’re mental.”
“But you like it.”
“Love it. No one ever actually wants to do shit like this with me,” he says and you shake your head. “Can’t imagine why. This is about to be so fun,” you smirk, and he nods, giving you a fist bump. “So just ‘ow are wee expectin’ this to go down? Am I meant to come inside with ya?,” he asks and you shrug. “Didn’t expect you to, honestly. Figured you’d be distracting the cops so I can get in there anyways,” you explain and he nods. “I can do ‘at. If I’m lurkin’ round the guards’ll ‘ave a fit.”
“Your accent gets thicker when you’re home, how is that even possible?” you say your thoughts out loud, and he rolls his eyes. “What is it with all of you and my accent. ’s just the way I talk,” he grumbles, and you laugh. “Because you get so annoyed by it. At least that’s why I do it,” you say, and he shakes his head. “No wonder Miguel ‘ates you.”
“Hey! He doesn’t hate me! He just strongly disapproves of all of my life choices and urges me not to speak to him most of the time,” you feign offense, and Hobie holds his hands up in surrender. “Now, where are these jewels held?” you ask looking out at the city through his window. He looks out, pulling his mask on. “Tower of New London. They moved the most important pieces overseas so the new Queen could ‘ave a second coronation over ‘ere. ‘ave ‘em on display for the public to see. Make money off it,” he explains and you scoff. “That’s fucking stupid. Are you sure they’re real?”
“Oh, yeah. No doubt. Like I said, they love flauntin’ their wealth,” he says, and you grimace. “Gross. Can’t wait to take them,” you say with a smirk. “Need a lift, love?” he asks, holding his arm out for you to grab onto him. “Would love one, mate, thanks for offering.” You wrap your arms around his neck, and he grips onto you. He jumps out of his window, webbing to the New Tower of London which looks a bit out of place in the cityscape belonging to New London, but you can see why they hold the jewels here. “It’s like a small castle,” you mumble, and Hobie nods. “Fuckin’ annoyin’ ‘ow everythin’ ‘as to be so over the top,” he says as the two of you land in an alleyway across the street, hidden in the shadows. You scope out the place. “You weren’t kidding. Guards are everywhere,” you mumble and he nods. You point to a part of the castle that isn’t well-lit, a wall on the side of one of the watch towers. “We can climb that,” you say, and he nods. “Time to go make the wankers freak,” he says, and the two of you sneak over. The two of you scale the wall of the walkway surrounding the main part of the tower undetected, making your way to the wall you pointed out earlier. You use your claws to climb up while Hobie uses his spider powers.
You hoist yourself up onto one of the platforms, ducking down and hiding behind a wall to figure out what your next move is. Hobie was right beside you. “I think… this might be where we part,” you whisper, and he nods. “Don’t die, yeah? Lotta paperwork I don’t feel like doin’,” he says before swinging away to distract the guards. You scoff. You watch as guards run off in the direction he was spotted in and make your move. You run to the wall of the next building, climbing it and hiding from the guards on the top of the roof. You quickly sneak to the other side of the roof, only to see that the middle of the castle is connected to nothing. “So that’s why they call it a fucking tower,” you mumble, scaling down the side of the wall and into the grassy lawn.
You assess the situation. You know there are guards in those watchtowers, but that would probably be the easiest and most efficient way for you to get in. You just need them to be distracted enough for you to run across the lawn and over to one of them. As if on cue, you hear Hobie play a chord. Loudly. You smile to yourself. Perfect.
You sprint across the lawn, being sure to stay as shrouded by shadow as you can, and luckily for you multiple guards are on edge and running to wear the guitar noise came from. You hear them calling Hobie some… choice words and chuckle. He’ll be so happy to know they hate him so much. You quickly start to scale up the watchtower, looking out just in case a guard might see you.
You were in the clear.
You reach the top, quietly peering into the tower, and see a guard looking out of the opposite window. You climb through the window you’re in front of, not making a sound, before sneaking past the guard. You quietly hurry down the stairs, and peer through a large archway. You search for cameras, pulling out your small throwing knives to break them if needed. You spot two, hitting them with deadly correct aim. You scoff, sneaking out and making your way to some large double doors. They’re locked, of course, so you use your claws. You pick the lock, quietly pushing it open and slipping through. Sure enough, your intuition was right, and now you’re in the room with probably billions or trillions of dollars. You glance around to see if there are any guards inside the room. None. Strange. “Come to mama,” you mumble, taking out a vial of chalk dust and blowing it. Yep. Lasers. That’s fine.
You start crawling, flipping, and sliding your way through the lasers, collecting a few gemstones, a staff, an all-gold orb with a crown on it, a giant fucking diamond, and finally, a purple crown endowed with gold and jewels. You collect them one by one, placing them in a bag you have laying where the lasers start. You shake your head. Relying on lasers is never a good idea for people trying to protect their things. For you? Amazing. You sneak back out, closing the door and glancing around. You hear the faint noise of screams and an electric guitar. Hobie’s still got them distracted. Good.
You run up the way you came. This was almost too easy, but then again, you are skilled at what you do. Too bad your dumbass forgot there was a guard up here. “Oi!”
“Oh! Hi, there. If you don’t mind, I’ll just be on my way,” you say, slinking towards a window. Unluckily for you, he pulls out a sword. Though he does have a gun, so… guess it could be worse? “I’m like, totally not telling you that I’d prefer the bullets… but why a sword when you have that?” you say as he takes a swipe at you and you dodge it. He doesn’t respond, and you frown. “I heard you speak earlier, bro. I know you can,” you backflip away from him, tossing the jewels to the side and getting ready to fight. “Seems a little… redundant, you know? Like why even carry a gun if you’re not gonna use it.”
“Pipe down, cow,” he growls as you continue dodging his attacks. “Well, now, that just wasn’t very nice. Clearly, no one has ever raised you to treat women with respect,” you say, using your claws to catch the sword in your hands. His eyes widen as you yank the sword away from him. You kick him in the side of the head, disorienting him before swiping his legs out from underneath him. He falls down, hard, and you stick a loose part of his uniform with his sword into the bricks below him. “Would love to stick around and chat, but I have some jewels to sell.” You wave, picking up your bag and leaping out of the window, using your claws to slide down the wall. You sprint across the lawn, being careful to stay in the shadows, and make your way back out to the wall you and Hobie climbed earlier. You lay low, hoping that Hobie can deduct you’re done and give you a quick getaway, but it’s never that easy. You slide down the wall again, hearing the commotion of the guards starting to race around and search the perimeter, so you stay hidden. You make your way back across the street and into the alley that you and Hobie were in earlier. You send him a quick message on your watch before climbing up one of the buildings.
You watch as across the street chaos ensues. And you smirk to yourself knowing that you have the riches of a family that never deserved them. You hear a familiar voice screaming, “What?! Ya didn’t like the show! I played jus’ for you bloody lot, ’n ‘is is ‘ow ‘m repaid?!”
You shake your head as Hobie lands next to you, pulling you behind the door that leads into the building the two of you are on top of. “We should definitely run,” you say, waving the bag towards him and he nods. “Right,” he says, pulling you into him and webbing away again. You lose the guards, and he quickly ducks into his flat. You roll into the room whereas he lands perfectly, and there’s a silence that falls between the two of you. You turn your head to look at him and give him a big smile. “Think I can return any of this shit to the original owners?”
“What ‘ave you got?” he asks, dumping out the bag. He pulls his mask off, genuine shock on his face. “You got it all?!”
“I told you. I’m good at what I do,” you say, picking up the giant diamond. You gasp. “No fucking way. This is—”
“The Koh-I-Noor,” Hobie laughs, picking up the crown and inspecting it. “Bloody tosser wore this on ‘er ‘ead the other day. Now it’s in my ‘ands,” he smiles, tossing it to the side with no regard for caring for it. You hear the heavy gold thump on the ground and shake your head. “How much you think all this’ll go for?”
“Mate, this shit is priceless. I can’t wait to see the look on Pavitr’s face when we show ‘im you got the Kah-I-Noor,” Hobie shakes his head, and you grin. “Well, let’s get it back to my place, yeah? I can display it and the best part is these assholes here will never find any of it.”
“Lead the way, love.”
You enter through a portal into your home, typing a code into a painting that opens like a door. You allow Hobie to see your treasure room. He’s honestly kind of stunned. You have so many priceless artifacts in here. It’s impressive. “Mate. You are cool as fuck. Jus’ thought ya should know ‘at,” he mumbles, picking up an emerald the size of his head. You chuckle. “I know, Hobie. Now, let’s get this diamond to Pav, shall we?”
As soon as Miguel got the notification that there was disrupt in Hobie’s universe due to someone stealing the Crown Jewels, he had to take a walk.
He was stressed.
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genre: fluff au: gamer au, streamer au warnings: none word count: 0.6k   pairing: gn!reader x lee felix song: omg by new jeans
THEY KEEP ON ASKING ME, “WHO IS HE?”
Chat won’t stop asking, despite how many times you try to steer the topic at hand to something else. Their opinions on your current Animal Crossing build? Ignored. If you should crochet a cardigan or bucket hat for your cat? Little to no responses. Lavender latte or milk tea for Drink of the Day? Lavender latte wins, but Chat immediately goes back to your hidden boyfriend.
This is what you get for forgetting to mute your mic. You had a whole phone call about dinner before realizing your mistake, and now everyone knows that wholesome, cozy Twitch streamer lightberry swears like a sailor when discussing pork katsu and calls a special someone “baby.” It’s been clipped already, you just know. At least you didn’t put him on speaker.
“‘100 subs if you tell us his name?’” you read. You'll indulge them because indulging Chat makes for good content. “I’ll tell you literally anything else.”
If you told them his name, you would end up trending on Twitter.
“‘Is he also a gamer?’ Yeah. Mostly League, Genshin, Apex. He’s been trying to get into Valorant. Now, 100 subs, please.”
Felix, otherwise known as LixInABox, is a gamer and streaming personality who has nearly a million subs on Twitch. He has a partner, an elusive figure exclusively referred to as “My Partner.” There are rumors that My Partner (MP) doesn’t actually exist and that they’re a cover for his singleness.
“‘20 subs if you tell us his rank?’ Sure. He's pretty high in everything. I can’t ever duo with him, except in Genshin.”
When he started streaming, he was primarily known for his League of Legends skills. Low Masters on a good day, Diamond 3 on the bad ones.
“‘Show us a picture.’ You know what, I’ll do that for free.”
Chat is not happy when you pull up a photo of Marshal from Animal Crossing. To be fair, he does resemble Felix a little.
While they continue to pester you about his identity, you continue terraforming your butterfly-shaped lake. When Marshal walks by with a sandwich, you make sure to point him out.
“There’s my boyfriend,” you say as you glance at the chat, which is scrolling by so quickly, your eyes can barely keep up.
IT’S LIX
MP MP MP MP
LIXBERRY
You’ve got a ship name already? How did they figure it out? Did Felix reach a million subs? He joked that he would reveal who MP was once he hit a million, and you sort of gave him the green light, but surely he would tell you beforehand? You sit motionless at your chair and try to come up with a solution that doesn’t involve straight up lying.
LIXBERRY LIXBERRY
MP IS REAL
HE’S LIVE
It doesn’t matter what you do. By doing nothing, you’ve confirmed it, so you go back to how it all started—you call Felix, live on stream. You leave your mic unmuted intentionally this time.
“Hey, what did you do?” are your first words. You have his stream up as well, so you see the blush on his face. “You’re live on mine, by the way.”
“I didn’t do anything! They figured it out! I mentioned that I was gonna have pork katsu for dinner, and like five minutes later, they connected it back to you. What did you do?”
“I forgot to mute during our call,” you admit. “And I also gave them hints in exchange for subs, but I didn’t think they were anything obvious.”
He looks at his chat and laughs. “You basically told them what I’m famous for. And a picture of Marshal? No wonder.”
“My bad. See you at dinner?”
He smiles, and you can’t help but do the same. “Yeah. Love you.”
“Love you, too, baby.”
Chat explodes. You and Felix will never live this down, but it feels better than you thought. And you really don’t want to admit it, but lixberry is really, really cute.
HE’S THE ONE THAT’S LIVING IN MY SYSTEM, BABY.
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》 NOWHERE TO RUN — ghostface!rafe cameron x reader
word count — 6.1k
warnings — MDNI; dark!ghostface!rafe, murder/violence + mentions of, mentions of oral (m receiving), smut, blood, knife play, swearing, underage drinking, smoking, rafe is honestly not horrible to reader tbh as per usual LOL, not proofread, lmk if i’m missing anything!!
summary — rafe and topper drag you to a halloween party, despite there being a ‘serial killer’ on the loose. you don’t expect the face you find under the mask, or the way you’d find out…
a/n — HAPPY HALLOWEEEN 🎃 almost scrapped this omg did not think this fic was gonna make it by the end of october but here we are :) also PLS IGNORE THE FACT THAT THE GIRL IN THE PIC IS WHITE..madison’s halloween costume from last year was my first thought for what reader was wearing ok but there are hardly any descriptions of reader so pls imagine them as whoever!!! love u guysss enjoy <3
FEEDBACK & REBLOGS ALWAYS MAKE MY DAY BTW
Everything about this Tuesday night would’ve been normal, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was Halloween.
On a weekday.
You loathed the idea, and after getting all of the partying out of your system over the weekend, dressing up and getting drunk again on a weekday just seemed like overkill.
…And yet here you are, sitting in your designated passenger seat in Rafe’s truck, your boyfriend behind the wheel and Topper sprawled out in the backseat.
You thought it quite eerie that Rafe wanted to dress up as Ghostface, knife and all, given it was the same mask the supposed serial killer was sporting.
But it seemed like everyone in Kildare found it amusing to wear the mask, hoping to scare their friends, or maybe fish for attention on social media.
Except for Topper, who had to go as a superhero instead, since Rafe didn’t want his best friend’s costume to match his girlfriend’s, too.
The white silk material stretched over your skin was just long enough to constitute as a dress. Rafe had used red paint to lay his own large handprints across your dress and skin, and even splattered and smeared some paint to look more like blood. Obviously, he was Ghostface and you were meant to be one of his victims. And Topper had decided to just reuse an old Spiderman costume.
The Thornton boy was sat in the middle,  legs spread wide as he enjoyed the entirety of the bench seat to himself.
“Man, I can’t wait for tonight. It’s gonna be fucking lit,”
You didn’t have to look back at Rafe’s friend as he spoke, as you had a perfect view of his face in the rearview mirror.
And you saw him sealing a joint with his saliva, smoothing it over with his fingers before he brought it to his lips.
“Y’know, I don’t even know why we’re going out when there’s a literal fucking psycho serial killer on the loose. Why can’t we just-,”
The smell of the weed hit your nose before the actual smoke made it to the front seat.
You fanned your hand in front of you face, immediately cutting yourself off with a scoff before darting a hand to the door, eager to roll down the window.
“Whatever, dude’s a fucking joke. He’s only killed two people and its alreadyHalloween. Takes 3 to be a serial killer. What a fucking loser- Y/N!” Topper scolded, his tone immediately catching the attention of Rafe, who narrowed his eyes in the rearview mirror as he waited for his friend to justify his tone with you.
Topper’s outburst also saved you from seeing the way Rafe’s skin pulled tightly over his knuckles, curling harder around the steering wheel.
“You can’t just break the hotbox before we even start smoking! I haven’t even taken a real hit yet!” Topper scolded.
You folded your arms across your chest, turning to raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend in response.
Topper mimicked your facial expression, also shifting so he was facing Rafe now, too, the both of you waiting idly to see who he would side with.
The kook’s eyes flitted between the two of you, his gaze finally settling on you before he cleared his throat to say, “Baby, come on, he just lit the joint.”
Your jaw dropped, brows knitting together in disbelief as the car continued down the road.
“Seriously, Rafe?!” You were sure you sounded extra bratty, and maybe you were for forcing the boys to lose half of their high to the wind right off the bat. Still, you continued anyway. “You know I don’t like the smell of that shit.”
Rafe rolled his eyes, sighing loudly to cue you in on his frustration. 
“You’re around it all the time! You literally smoke with me,” He countered, large fingers encompassing the panel on his door that controlled all of the windows.
And he wasn’t lying. You did smoke with him, you’d at least hit a joint once a day, because Rafe would always offer. More than that, he would insist.
But still, you prefered to smoke outside, in the open air, where circulation wasn’t an issue.
Your eyes jumped to the glass beside you as it began ascending back up, then back to the boy in the driver’s seat.
“Baby, calm down,” he criticized, “I wanna hit it a couple times at least without the fucking wind blowing everwyhere. You know it’s not the same, now,” 
He stopped, eyes narrowing at you when you crossed one leg over another, head shooting forward, like suddenly anything outside of the windshield was more interesting than this conversation.
Rafe responded by slapping a hand over your thigh, squeezing just enough to pull your attention and your eyes back to him.
“Don’t be a brat,” His words came out at the same time that Topper went into a coughing fit in the backseat, thick smoke billowing over the middle console and filling the truck. Your eyes dropped at the feel of something brushing against your arm, and you looked down to see Rafe’s other hand abdandoning the wheel to extend the joint your direction. He nudged your arm, encouraging you to take it from him.
“Rafe, I don’t wanna smoke right now.” Your protest had him curling his fingers further around your leg. It was a silent way of telling you he wasn’t asking, the motivation you needed to pinch the paper between your index and thumb, taking it into your posession.
You hesitated, taking a deep breath in and out again before bringing the joint to your lips.
You pulled the smoke into your mouth, something Rafe had taught you to do rather than totally inhaling it. The vapor whirled around your tongue, and you puffed your cheeks enough to push the smoke out between your puckered lips, before just as quickly drawling it back in with a sharp inhale.
“Show off,” Topper scoffed from the backseat and you laughed, already feeling less edgy after a single hit. Just the act of straining the smoke from a blunt could put you at ease, even if the environment wasn’t ideal.
And speaking of ideal environments, you really weren’t looking forward to the one you were currently headed to.
Olivia was a kook, and the current apple of Topper’s eye, so naturally, he forced his best friend to tag along to her Halloween party with him, which meant you would surely be coming, too. You knew Rafe wouldn’t want to go third wheel Topper without you, and he knew you also wouldn’t let him go without you, anyway.
He definitely wasn’t going to let you stay home, either.
Rafe absolutely hated the thought of his girl being alone anywhere, but especially at home, at night.
And with a crazy serial killer seemingly terrorizing the small town of Kildare as of late, the hatred for leaving you alone was amplified. He would hardly let you out of his sight, more than usual.
He drove you to and from your classes, work, and anywhere in between. He was constantly berating you with phone calls, texts, all endearing and pure-intentioned, but overwhelming, none the less.
Which is why you struggled to understand why he would want to go out on a Tuesday, especially when the other murders both took place on a weekday, too.
Nevertheless, the car eventually came to a stop outside of the mansion, and the three of you sauntered in, and you hoped you’d somehow be able to make the best of the night.
You’d already made two trips to the jungle juice cooler by the time Topper came barreling towards you and your boyfriend.
“Rafe!” He called to his friend, but both of your heads turned.
He stopped himself with a hand on Rafe’s shoulder before asking, “You got any blow? Kelce just ran out,” He jammed his thumb behind him, motioning to the sea of kooks that were now in need of a backup supply of cocaine.
“Uh…” Rafe only patted his pockets once or twice before baring the bad news.
“Nah man, nah I don’t,”
He was able to come up with a solution pretty quickly, though.
“I can run and grab some though, be back in like…” his words trailed off as he checked his watch, “20?”
Topper’s smile was back, big as ever as he nodded, patting Rafe on the back before turning to spread the word.
Normally, you would’ve rolled your eyes, scolded your boyfriend for messing with cocaine, let alone making a business out of it.
But as Rafe smiled at the back of his friend’s head while Topper whisked himself back into the drunken mob, you silently thanked the higher powers that be for the opportunity to break away from the crowded house.
Granted, a trip to Barry’s, where Rafe was undoubtedly headed wasn’t any betterpersay, but you hadn’t even wanted to go to the party in the first place. At least you had the option to go here.
Or so you thought.
Until you went to follow Rafe, and he turned to stop you when he felt your hand brush over his arm.
“Uh uh,” he had you by your arms, not in a tight grip, but strong enough to move your body around so you were no longer beside him, but behind him as he turned to face you, “You gotta stay here, baby. I’m not bringing you to the Cut. Not tonight.”
Even after three cups, you were more than coherent enough to know you didn’t want your boyfriend to leave your side.
Your lips parted, brows pulled together in a look of both confusion and frustration as you pulled his mask off, ignoring his surprised look and dishevelled hair as you scolded, “So you’re just gonna leave me here?!” You crossed one arm over one another in front of your chest.
Rafe tried to ignore the way the gesture pushed your tits up and together even more than the tight dress already did.
“With a fucking serial killer on the loose? Really?” You shook your head, throwing your arms down before attempting to storm past him while protesting, “No. No way, I’m not fucking staying here-!”
“Hey!” Rafe gained a stronger grip on your arm now, pulling you back and holding you to him with one hand. Your eyes darted from where he held you, up to his eyes, which were hard and serious.
“No one is gonna get you in here, baby, okay? Okay there’s, there’s too many people,” his fingers loosened, moving instead to smooth over your arm as his other hand followed suit. The gesture was meant to calm you down, a physical way of convincingyou to listen to him, in a way he could tell his words couldn’t.
“You’ll be fine, sweetheart. Just-just stay here with-with Top, yeah? Stay here with Top, I’m gonna run and I’ll be back real soon, alright?” 
You fixed a stern pout on your lips, and Rafe rolled his eyes at the sight.
“My costume doesn’t even make sense if you’re not with me.” Again, you folded your arms across your chest. Sometimes, the pout and folded arms combo was enough to make Rafe given into whatever you were asking for…
But not this time.
Rafe simply grabbed the mask from you, tucking it under his arm.
“Stay with Top, Y/N, okay?” Was all he said before he took you by your jaw, eagerly pulling you in for a sloppy, wet kiss. Your tongues swirled around each other before Rafe’s assumed dominance, as did his hands as they trailed down your body, stopping at the curve of your hips. One continued further, cupping your ass and giving it a harsh squeeze.
The makeout faded to simple pecks, and then one last one before Rafe was pulling away, only a string of saliva and his hands in yours left to connect the two of you.
“Hurry up.” You ordered as you pulled your bottom lip inbetween your teeth, and Rafe couldn’t resist giving you one last kiss before he pulled his mask back down, squeezing your hands before disappearing towards the door.
You sighed as you spun around, eyes scanning over the party before you let out a long sigh.
The sight of some random girls pouring shots in the corner reminded you of the flask you’d brought with you. You brandished the metal container from your purse, giving it a slight shake.
You figured the 40 proof tequila could do something to make that jungle juice more interesting.
Outside, Rafe was ripping his mask back off, making his way out to his truck.
He had the plastic machete in his grip, fists clenching as he neared the vehicle.
The door was flung open with his free hand, and he climbed inside, hands dropping the accessory and reaching for the glovebox before he even shut the door.
Rafe fished out a tiny plastic baggy, large fingers ripping it open and dumping the contents out onto the dash.
He manuevered the powder into a line as best he could with his index finger. The excess powder was wiped on his bottom gum line before rounding his back, plugging one side of his nose as he brought it down to the leather surface, inhaling sharply.
The cocaine burned his nostril as it traveled to his brain, which was riddled with thoughts that were anything but normal.
The boy wasn’t entirely sure how he’d ended up in this…predicament.
Truthfully, Rafe wouldn’t have left you at some party by yourself with the threat of a serial killer looming if he’d planned to go far. But Rafe’s car wouldn’t be leaving its spot, because he wasn’t going to the Cut.
And you didn’t need to worry about some deranged killer, because you were exempt from the list of possible targets…
Rafe had only planned to use the mask the first time to terrorize some pogues one night, solely as a joke.
But when one of them got too scared and swung on him, that’s all it took to flip his switch. He returned the punch the pogue had wagered ten-fold, and then some, laying into the poor boy until he had no strength to fight back, and his friends had long retreated. That’s when Rafe fished for his machete, teeth gritted, jaw clenched and muscles flexed as he brought the knife to the boy’s throat.
He didn’t even have the strength to whimper or beg for his life before the skin was so smoothly slit, leaving him to choke in a pool of his own blood for daring to charge at someone like Rafe.
And in that moment, as he watched the light slowly drain from the boy’s eyes below him, Rafe felt an overwhelming sense of power and authority that he’d never felt before.
He’d always had to fight for the upper hand with his dad, with his sisters, with Rose. But he’d just easily been able to claim it this way.
He felt as big and as powerful as a God, after all, he had just played one, taking the life of the innocent pogue boy.
The second kill was planned, but in Rafe’s defense, he’d never had a specific person in mind.
He just knew the craving for the power he’d wielded was too strong of an urge to deny, and he needed to find an outlet somehow.
And this pogue walked right into his trap. Rafe had tossed a hundred dollar bill down right outside of an alley he was hiding in. It was dark and late, so not many people were out.
Except for one unfortunate soul, who happened to be walking home from a closing shift when their luck turned around, the reflectors on the blue $100 bill catching their attention on their stroll.
They’d just picked it up, only had it in their possession for a few moments before being grabbed and dragged back into the alley, a knife to their throat forcing their hands to release the money.
And that was it.
Like the first time, Rafe hadn’t planned on killing anyone tonight. He wanted to enjoy his evening with you and his friends, hopefully get his mind off of the heinous acts he’d committed that were cirulating in the media.
But his mind just couldn’t stop jumping back to Topper’s blind criticism in the car, and the thought had boiled his anger over into the red zone, and his hands fishing in the middle console for his real knife.
“He’s only killed 2 people. Takes 3 to be a serial killer.”
And his friend was right.
Rafe wasn’t one yet.
But he would be after tonight.
Back at the party, your flask was no more, and your solo cup was empty for the 5th time now.
You weren’t sure how you were still willing yourself to stand around the pong table, watching as Topper and Kelce killed time waiting for their next fix, both boys constantly darting their eyes back and forth from the cups to the front door.
When the Thornton boy started re-racking the red cups for a fourth game in a row, you decided it was time to go explore the party on your own.
You weren’t entirely sure Rafe would approve, but you’d also downed one too many drinks to care.
Wandering off from the familiar kooks, you sifted your way through the house before your eyes fell on the stairs after some time, locking in on the tall, muscular looking Ghostface propped against the banister, waving you over with a single hand.
All of your facial features perked up in unison, a sensual smile tugging at your lips as your boyfriend invited you to follow him upstairs.
You didn’t have it in you to move with any type of determination, lazily staggering over to the staircase, clutching onto any piece of furniture or wall you could get your hands on on your way over.
When you finally reached your boyfriend, he stumbled back as you threw yourself into his arms, having consumed enough alcohol to bring out the more playful, flirty side of you.
“Babyy,” your words were slurred as you held onto his shirt and shoulder for support, “what took you so long?”
Your hand ventured out to rid him of his mask, but he made a quick point to hold it in place, keeping his face covered.
“Rafe, stop it, I wanna see youu,” you whined, pouting when he only responded by slapping your hand away lightly.
In your inebriated state, you didn’t realize that it hadn’t even been long enough for Rafe to return yet. You were just excited to see who you drunkenly assumed was your boyfriend, and even more excited to sneak away from the party with him for a little.
The figure held you close to them with a strong grip, and the way his bicep curled perfectly around your waist just reminded you so much of Rafe. His cologne even smelled similar, the wafts hitting your nose easily as your face was planted against his chest while he guided you up the stairs.
He took it slow, giving you time to drag your feet up each step. But once you reached the landing, you had to pick up your pace as to not fall over as he practically dragged you down the hall.
You couldn’t help but giggle at the enthusiasm he had to get you all alone.
And the first room he came across was sufficient apparently, because he was quickly pushing the door open and shoving you inside.
He must not have considered how drunk you were when he pushed you, the action causing you to trip over your feet, collasping in a heap to the carpet.
Your knees broke your fall, and when you tried to resituate yourself on your feet so you could reach his lips for a kiss, a strong hand on your shoulder grounded you to the floor. Now, you were on your knees, back to the door while he stood tall facing the entrance, shoulders rolled back as he wrestled to part his costume.
Your eyes trailed up the powerfully built man before you, stopping at his crotch at your eye level, then continuing up to reach the white mask.
Large hands fumbled with his belt in front of your face. For a split second, you wondered if you’d ever seen this one of his or not, but the thought was gone as quick as it came, and a wolfish grin spread across your face.
As much as you wanted him to take you right off the bat, you also loved getting him off, letting him use you for his own pleasure, and something about his costume had your stomach stirring.
Your hands slipped up under his costume, manicured nails trailing ever so slightly over his toned stomach, and you could feel him flinch slightly from the sensation.
You smirked up at him, eyes wide and wanting as you waited for the sound of his pants dropping to cue you to get to work.
Instead, the sound of the door creaking open registered too late in your brain. You didn’t even have time to jump to a more decent looking position before heavy footsteps filled your ears.
You flinched violently, cowering down and covering your head with your arms when the man in front of you was suddenly yanked forward, his figure dragged right over yours by the stranger.
“Hey!” You shouted, the liquid courage motivating you to stand up for your boyfriend. “Who the fuck do you think you’re-“
Your words died in your throat as you whirled around on your knees, coming face to face with another Ghostface.
You were sure you’d never screamed so loud in your life, albeit drowned out from the loud speakers blasting some EDM remix downstairs.
Your hands flew to cover your mouth when you saw the knife penetrating your boyfriends skin, blood immediately spilling out of the fresh wounds. Frantically, you crawled away on your knees, though most of your brain went into self preservation mode, convincing you that the scene before you couldn’t possibly be real.
But it was real enough to send Rafe plummeting to the ground as the masked intruder continued slashing into him, tearing through his muscles and organs.
You’d been in such an extreme state of shock and denial that your brain hadn’t even told your feet to move the entire time.
So when the monster that just murdered your boyfriend turned to set his sights on you, you were completely frozen in place.
He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up and yanking you into him, the blood of your boyfriend coating your skin, and that’s when the first tears started to spill.
The grip he gained on you forced a startled scream from your lips, which was quickly muffled by a bloody hand.
You almost gagged at the smell and taste and iron seeping onto your tongue, eyes squeezed shut as you struggled against the stranger at your back.
You were clawing at his arm at this point, even trying to kick your feet back into his legs, anything to prompt him to let you go. To spare your life.
But your struggle came to an abrupt stop when you felt the cold, slick metal blade pressing into your throat.
You drew your shaky hands up immediately, body trembling as you feared meeting the same fate as your boyfriend at the hand’s of a masked stranger.
It was only a few moments after his hand released its hold on your lips that you inhaled sharply, drawing in another smell this time.
The signature Dior cologne was one you’d only ever known one person to wear. It was like a magnet, the smell could hit your nose and take you straight to your boyfriend.
And that’s when you realized that the cologne on man you wandered up here with, was slightly off, not quite the same trademark one your boyfriend loved.
You stumbled forward as the masked man’s grip on you relinquished, taking a moment to calm your senses before slowly turning to face him.
His head tilted eerily to the side as you reached out, trying to steady your arm as your fingers plucked at the plastic facade.
Your movements were careful and calculated, even as you began to lift the mask over the figure’s head.
The removal of the disguise revealed that the man who’d just taken a life, who’d just pressed a knife to your throat, wasn’t a stranger at all.
“R-Rafe?” Your brain struggled to comprehend how in the world your boyfriend could possibly be standing in front of you, alive and well, after you’d just watched someone pull him off of you and gut him like a fish.
“H-how…how are you-?”
“Shh, shh,” You only caught a quick glimpse of the smirk on his face before Rafe used one hand to tug the mask back down, the other pressing into your stomach, urging you to shuffle backwards.
You were so relieved to see that your boyfriend was alive that you didn’t even register the anger radiating off of him.
And his rage wasn’t only directed at the guy you were with.
Of course not, he was dead.
Instead, he focused his attention on you.
Your hands shot up to clasp over Rafe’s wrist as rough fingers enveloped your throat, halting the cycling of air to your lungs.
He looked…scary. Even with the mask and the dark cloak-like clothing he wore, you could still see his shoulders looking twice as broad, chest puffed out, muscles undoubtedly flexed hard underneath the costume.
It was difficult to make out the blood on his black clothes, but you didn’t miss the splatters of it on the white mask.
The way his knuckles stretched hard over the knife in his hand, clutching it like a lifeline, should’ve been enough to scare you.
Actually, the fact that you were only steps away from a dead body, the result of your boyfriend, should’ve been enough.
The same man who brought you feelings of comfort, safety, had just been revealed to be everything he always vowed to protect you from.
You should’ve been terrified. You should’ve been scrambling to the door, making a run for the hills for fear of losing your life.
But as your eyes raked over the man before you, the feeling of fear struggled to override the feeling of lust brewing inside of you.
Of course, you were sure you’d make your disapproval known later about Rafe lying to you, pranking you, being a literal serial killer behind your back.
But right now, something about your boyfriend being so enamored with you, so vigilant and protective over you that he would literally kill for you, risk his life, his freedom for you, had your stomach in knots.
Rafe studied your face, his breathing heavy as he watched your expression gradually morph from one of apprehension and dismay, to one of…sensuality? Surely, he couldn’t be reading you right.
His head tilted to the side in a menacing manner as he asked, “You’re not scared?”
You hesitated, but shook your head.
You weren’t scared of Rafe. In fact, you were turned on. You pressed your legs together, desperate to alleviate the empty feeling down there.
You couldn’t see it, but Rafe’s gaze fell down to your lap, taking note of the way you clamped your thighs shut.
He raised an eyebrow, though the gesture was hidden from you, too.
He rolled his head around his shoulders, stretching it out before a low chuckle left his lips.
“Well you should be.”
All at once, Rafe’s fingers wound tightly in your hair, using the tight grip to shove you into the wall.
You pressed your hands flat out on the surface you were forced up against, mouth dropping as your breath hitched in your throat.
Rafe’s lips immediately latched onto your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he hungrily sucked and nipped at the sensitive flesh, desperate to mark you as his.
He only stopped to pull you into him slightly so he could give the neckline of your dress a harsh tug. The gesture freed your tits, soft and supple as Rafe fondled them from behind with both hands, pulling and tweaking at your nipples.
Once the sensitive buds had hardened under his touch, Rafe shoved you forward into the wall again, the cold sensation on your chest sending chills down your spine.
You’d yet to try to make any noise since Rafe introduced you to the wall, until you found him forcing your legs apart with his knee, his hand swiftly and suddenly snaking between your thighs, fingers trailing up the warm skin.
His digits prodded at your thong, the only thing you bothered to wear under the skimpy dress.
You couldn’t help the pained moan that escaped your lips as Rafe tugged the thin material to the side, giving him the opportunity to plunge three thick digits deep inside of you.
Any other time, he would’ve started with just one or two fingers, giving you time to open up and adjust to him.
But Rafe was far past being gentle with you, or with anyone, clearly…
The fact that you’d drunkenly mistaken some knockoff Ghostface for him, both amused and angered the oldest Cameron.
“Rafe!” You cried out, nails scraping at the wall you were held against. “I-I…it hurts,”
“Well that’s too fucking bad, hmm Y/N?” His voice was taunting as he curled the digits up into you, roughly massaging your g-spot skillfully with the pads of his fingers.
You were relieved only for a moment when Rafe eventually withdrew his hands from your body, using them instead to wrestle with his pants underneath his costume.
He gained a harsh grip on your throat, squeezing mercilessly and easing your head back onto his chest. “You don’t call me Rafe tonight,” he brushed some hair out of your face with his other hand as you heard his pants sink to the floor, “it’s Ghostface, sweetheart.”
There was no time to react or respond before Rafe lined himself up with your dripping entrance, sheathing himself between your slick folds in one sharp, agonizing thrust.
With Rafe pressing one side of your face against the wall, the other hand wound tightly in your hair, your cries and pleads were muffled.
The pleasure you felt from the way Rafe’s cock cunningly stroked your walls, the way this possessive and hostile side had came out, your brain never stood a chance.
It was immediately short-circuting at the overstimulation you were feeling, from the harsh hold on your hair, the relentless, deep thrusts to your core, the burning in your stomach from the alcohol to the mixture of smells that permeated the room now.
You struggled to hold yourself up, legs shaking violently as your boyfriend continued rutting into you to no avail.
Everything was overwhelming you, and it was all enough to have you forgetting how you even got to this strange room in the first place, and what happened to the boy that had lead you up here.
But Rafe wouldn’t let you forget.
He used the grip on your hair to yank your head to the side, forcing your gaze to fall on the body of the boy you’d mistaken for him earlier.
“Look at him,” he ordered, fingers scratching at your scalp as he tightened his grip.
“You won’t ever confuse me for somebody else again after this, right?”
You only cried out in response, tears spilling down your face as you shook your head vigorously.
“N-no! No, Rafe, I won’t do it again!”
Your cries were muffled when Rafe yanked your head around the other way, this time to crane your neck back towards him instead.
“What was that?” He sneered down at you.
“No Ghostface, I won’t do it again, I p-promise!”
He released his hold in satisfaction, attention shifting back to the place where your two bodies connected, jaw falling slack at the sight of him rutting into you, hips snapping against yours in a harsh and hungry manner.
His nails dug into curve of your hips, hands helping to arch your back off of the wall, allowing him extra space to drive into the mess he’d made of your core.
“Fuck, baby…” The desperation and breathlessness behind his tone had your clenching around him, and you cried out at a particularly rough thrust against your cervix.
“Ra-,” you corrected your own near-mistake, “Ghostface, please I-I can’t-!”
“Shut up,” Rafe seethed in your ear, pressing his body harder against yours and forcing you impossibly further into the wall.
“I don’t wanna hear you talk,” he groaned out, tossing his head back in pleasure at the feel of your soaked walls sucking him in blissfully. “Just need you to fucking take this cock, yeah? The right one, this time.”
But you couldn’t help but let out another high-pitched mewl at the brutal pace Rafe was subjecting you to.
And your cries only upset him further. You shouldn’t be the one crying, he thought. He rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek just thinking about it.
He was the one who’d walked in on his girlfriend about to go down on some random fucking kook.
The idea only further fueled his anger.
Which in turn fueled his movements, thrusts somehow becoming more aggressive as he reached behind him.
Your body jolted forward when the cold blade was pressed against your neck again, careful though as to not nick your skin. Your gasp mixed with the sounds of skin slapping together.
“Didn’t I just tell you to be quiet?”
Rafe didn’t miss the way your walls pulsated around him once, twice, too many timesto count.
A look of amusement washed over his concealed face as he realized he’d held a knifeto your throat, and you…liked it.
The comprehension opened a new door of interest for the oldest Cameron.
As a test, he pressed the blade slightly harder into your skin, and a low groan escaped his parted lips when you mewled out, again, clenching around his shaft.
“Fuck baby…” he leaned in closer, wet lips brushing against your ear. “Don’t tell me you like that?” He spoke, though that’s exactly what he hoped she would confirm.
“I-I,” you struggled to find words to express the pure euphoria you were feeling. 
“You like my knife, baby?”
“Y-yes Ghostface,”
“Yeah?” He rasped, this time trailing the tip of the blade cautiously down between your tits, skimming over your stomach and stopping just before it met the place where your bodies joined.
“You like that?” He confirmed, eyes admiring the trail of crimson that now lined your supple skin.
He swore he could almost feel his dick growing impossibly harder, stomach tightening as he upped his stamina.
His eyes fell shut, head falling back between his shoulders as he grunted out loudly, “Say my name, Y/N…”
“Ghostface!” You practically screamed out the name as his thrusts picked up.
Your obdience and compliance with his request sent him over the edge, hands gripping you tight as he shot hot, sticky loads deep up into you.
Your pussy clenched tightly around him, pulsating as you also found your release, stars clouding your vision as your ears rang incessantly.
You could feel Rafe’s thrusts growing sloppier, stamina dying down as he began slowing the movement of his hips, eventually coming to a complete stop inside of you.
When Rafe drew his hips back, his cock unsheathed itself with a pop, and your legs were so weak, you were sure you would’ve collasped right on the spot if it wasn’t for Rafe’s hold on you.
He kept your pressed against the wall for a moment, allowing the full weight of his body to press into yours as he struggled to catch his breath, breathing and grunting heavily in your ear.
He’d already exerted a good amount of energy stabbing someone, and then to fuck you so passionately and viciously, forced him to summon even more.
You were a sobbing, dishevelled mess when you were finally able to draw in a sufficient breath, Rafe finally pushing himself off of the wall and allowing you to do the same.
There was a tension in the air now as Rafe pulled his pants back up, concealing the knife in the waistband before securing his belt again.
You stood frozen the whole time, trying to both regain your senses that had been clouded with lost, and wrap your head around the fact that you’d just let your boyfriend fuck you with a dead body only mere feet away.
You frowned slightly at the thought of the strangers blood being on your hands, metaphorically.
Rafe quickly caught onto your lack of care for redressing yourself, icy blue eyes tracking your line of sight to the pools of blood on the carpet, and the imitation of him laying lifeless in it.
He sighed loudly, hands reaching out for you and pulling the top of your dress back up over your tits, then stretching the bottom back down over your ass.
“Don’t feel sorry for him, Y/N,” he started, hands reaching up to smooth over and fix your disorderly hair.
“He knew what he was doing.”
And it was true.
Everyone knew you belonged to Rafe. There was no one, especially on this side of the island, that hasn’t heard of or seen the two of you around. You were the ‘it couple’ in the kook kingdom, and you surmised that Rafe was right, the boy probably knew what he was doing when he lured you upstairs in your drunken state.
He just didn’t know it would be the worst mistake he could make for himself, the last thing he would ever do.
“Now you know the lengths I would go to to protect you.”
His lips on your forehead surprised you, and you looked up at your boyfriend with tears still in your eyes.
Rafe took your face in his hands, pulling you closer and planting a haphazard kiss to your plump lips.
“And Topper’s lucky he’s my fucking friend, or I’d kill him next for letting you out of his sight.”
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a/n — ok its bugging me I FORGOT TO WRITE A WHOLE SCENE OMG…….
there was supposed to be a part from rafe’s POV where he came back in the party smh. for context, rafe didn’t know reader was upstairs with someone, he was just going up there to find someone to kill real quick LMAO and went in the first room and found them so he just killed that guy smh the scene would’ve been too good 😮‍💨 anyway tysm for reading, if u made it this far PLS REBLOG & COMMENT TYYY
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peachy-wolfhard · 21 days
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dating yuta okkotsu
a/n: wowzers more than one post a year??? also HAPPY BDAY YUTA LUB U BABYBOY
Warnings: swearing, sims death, yuta gets elbowed accidentally, a little angst
Word Count: 823
My literal bf
He's so in love
Heart eyes whenever someone even slightly mentions you
Yuta will be talking to someone and if they slightly mention something you like he starts rambling about how amazing you are and how much he loves you while blushing and borderline giggling and kicking his feet
He's so sticky too like anything you do he's right there like a shadow
Yuta is also really quiet when he is being your shadow so 99% of the time he ends up scaring you when you turn around 
One time after a mission, you're nerves were still on edge and Yuta just happened to walk behind you and ended up getting an elbow to the eye (Rika beat ur ass sorry)
Yuta isn't that big of a gamer himself but he LOVES to watch you play the sims, especially if you made you and him
Speaking of the Sims ! Whenever Yuta is away for missions you always update him about what's going on
hi yu! Update ab our sims…OUR SON DIED HE DIED IN A FIRE IM SO SAD!!!!!! BUT ITS OK WE CAN MAKE A NEW ONE ;) wink wink anyway we moved to a farm and ITS HAUNTED. ok bye bye baby ilysm MWAH
VOICE MESSAGES!! Yuta can't get enough of them he loves sending them to you and he loves when you send them
yuta
“Hi honey, I just saw a really cute cat that reminded me of you. I swear it looked almost one hundred percent like you, not even joking…ok i gotta go bye i love you!”
Facetimes are another thing that is pretty regular. Its either you walking around campus showing him to all your friends or him show you around wherever he is
“Yuta, look at these freaks. They’re going crazy without you here…me too honestly”
“I know I'm losing my mind not being around you guys but especially you.”
Another thing he loves is sending random pictures to each other
*picture of yuta being cute* 
y/n
OMG IM SOBBING MWAH MWAH IM GONNA EAT U I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND
*picture of you doing something*
yuta
Cries sobs screams throws up I MISS UUUUUUUUUU <333333 :333
ONE LAST THING
Yuta barely uses emojis, he's an emoticon boy :3
He always brings you presents back from wherever they send him
There's always a big dramatic reunion when he returns. Running into each other's arms, fake loud crying, one of you carrying the other (translation: you carrying Yuta) …the works
Nights after he gets home are very chill. Ordering take out and watching reality tv while just enjoying each other's company. Ending the night by cuddling each other to sleep
Yuta has a note in his notes app of EVERYTHING you like and dislike
Everytime you slightly mention something you like or dislike he makes a mental note to write it down
Even if he doesn't write something down, he memorized it. Remembers what kind of candy you like, what your favorite flowers are, your orders from take out and restaurants
While your guys relationship is lovely and amazing it does get hard sometimes with Yuta always being gone and you having missions and school
Going days without hearing from the other because the two of you are so stressed and busy then having to update each other all at once in one message then repeating the process
Trying to facetime each other but when he's in an entirely different timezone it's hard. You'll be almost asleep and his day is just starting
After a while it started to get to you, that your boyfriend was away for so long, you weren't able to see him, and when you were you had to prepare for him to leave just a few weeks after
Even though you were surrounded by your friends and teachers that love you, you felt so lonely
Finally you talked to him about it, about how all his traveling made you feel so alone and he agreed with you. That he too felt so alone (because most of the time he was) and that he just wanted to stay home for at least a year
Loves snuggling with you but only in private (Maki beat his ass)
Holds you so close at night to the point it feels like he's trying to get into your skin
Seems like the type to either wear minimal clothes to bed or pajama sets, no in between
Kicks the blankets off then curls up to you when he inevitably gets cold
Yes he's very sweet but he still likes to mess with you ESPECIALLY at night
His favorite thing to do is putting his cold hands or feet on you and asking “are my feet/hands cold”
ONE LAST THING
He 100% gets you guys those Lego roses so you can build them together
Overall he very much loves you and cant get enough of you
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writerblue275 · 4 months
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Heartsteel with an insecure plus-size partner (18+)
Inspiration: This is extremely self-indulgent, but I haven’t been feeling great about myself lately and I need a little reminder that I am, in fact, a sexy and beautiful bad bitch. Anyone else who needs a reminder, this one is for you too. We’re beautiful no matter what.
Champions: Heartsteel
Genre: Headcanons
Category: Like 98% Fluff with some implied smut/suggestiveness so (18+ ONLY. Minors DNI)
Gender: Gender Neutral Reader
TW: Swearing. Suggestive stuff. Self-thought body negativity at points and brief mentions of disordered eating behaviors.
Context: In this instance, reader feels bad about themselves for being curvy and this is how the boys would respond. Just remember, we’re all beautiful. Let’s take care of ourselves like the boys would want us to.
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All of them:
If someone specific made you feel bad about yourself?
Like they said something rude or nasty to you?
They better count their fucking days.
None of these men will stand for someone making their partner feel bad about themselves.
They’d make sure there was a RECKONING.
*Approving nod* Go get ‘em, boys.
If you do decide to lose weight at some point, they’re making sure it’s for the right reasons (ex: quality of life health adjustment and not just because you want to be skinnier to look more attractive.) and they’re also making sure you’re doing it the right way. The safe way. Because damnit they love you and always want you to be happy and safe.
As long as it’s for the right reasons and you’re doing it safely, they’ll be your biggest supporters. Like the biggest hype men. As well as the best comfort if things are a bit rough. They’ve got your back.
Aphelios
Said it before and will say it again: “The quiet ones are always the most perceptive.”
He absolutely notices when you frown at yourself a little in the mirror, when you take a bit longer to find something to wear, when you murmur something self deprecating about your appearance, or when you intentionally skip a meal (his absolute least favorite).
He knows when you don’t feel good about yourself and it makes him sad because he always sees you as beautiful and attractive.
And it’s hard on him because he really can’t be super vocal about how he sees you, at least in public because people are loud.
But when you two are cuddling or just having quiet time by yourselves when you’re getting ready together, and you can hear him when he does talk, then in those times when you feel bad about yourself, he’s just the sweetest bean omg.
Whispering/murmuring the sweetest and loveliest things to you about how amazing you look.
Like he’d really compliment you to high heaven. Especially if there’s an area that you’re super self conscious about. Ex: “I love those shorts on you, cutie. They show off your amazing legs.”
As for the meals, he’s gently making sure you’re eating. He wants you happy and sated.
I’ve said before that he’s the master of sexting and I fully believe he’d send you texts (both spicy and not) randomly, just letting you know how attractive he thinks you are and that you’re on his mind.
When he does send spicy texts complimenting his favorite parts of you? I hope you’re not around anyone because you will be turning bright red. This quiet moon man is shockingly explicit.
Ezreal
Do I think he’s as perceptive as Phel or some of the others? Maybe not, but I do believe Ez would notice if you’re quieter/down as well as notice your upset glances in the mirror.
It is fucking inconceivable to him when you tell him you don’t find yourself attractive at times.
Like WHAT??? How can that be??? You’re literally perfection to him. And he has excellent taste so…
Compliments compliments COMPLIMENTS. Holy shit he’d shower you with so many lovely compliments anytime you don’t feel good about yourself.
We also know even Heartsteel Ez is a huge history nerd (fuck YEAH I have a history minor so I love this).
When you tell him you don’t feel beautiful, he’d go through so many different civilizations of history and talk about how you fit their ideal standards of beauty. And so to him, you’re always timelessly attractive.
Would pull up artwork (for example, Titian’s “Venus of Urbino”) and texts to make his point. (This is so hot lmao. I blame being an honors kid and going to grad school. We stan an academic king omfg. I feel like he secretly has a masters degree [hehe welcome to the club, Ez].)
And while I primarily think his affection would be shown through compliments (I just see him as so chatty) I definitely think he’d also use at least some touch to make his point.
Like he’d rest his head on your thighs or tummy because you’re just perfect to cuddle with after a long day. Or he’d let his hands, eyes, lips linger on his favorite parts of you (your thighs, your tummy, your ass/hips) just to make his point clear: while you may not love these parts of you all the time, he ABSOLUTELY does.
Kayn
Very similar to Ez where he just cannot wrap his mind around the fact that you don’t see yourself as incredible and sexy at all times like he sees you. And when you tell him a lot of your insecurity stems from being plus-size, that befuddles him even more.
Member #1 of the “That just means more for me to love, baby” club.
When he hears you say these things about yourself, he almost takes it as a little bit of a challenge for himself to better show you that you are in fact, sexy and attractive as FUCK. And it’s a challenge he fully plans on succeeding at.
One of the ones I can picture using primarily physical touch in order to emphasize how sexy he sees you.
I’ve said it before but I fully believe physical touch is one of his love languages (at LEAST giving if not both giving and receiving.)
If you’re talking poorly about yourself, he will kiss you to make you shush. And it’s not a simple peck either. No no no. It’s a full “make-you-breathless” kiss.
And once he’s finally stunned you silent and turned your cheeks pink, he will lean over and murmur why he loves every single part of you that you were talking bad about.
And it’s not just PG reasons either. He’s getting DETAILED. I’ve said before he’s the dirty talk king. He’ll say things like how he loves your hips because they’re just perfect for him to grab onto when he’s fu- (I need to stop before I go off the rails lmao).
And believe me, he’s more than happy to show you what he means. Will gladly drag you home or to somewhere private.
He’d really keep an eye out for when you’re feeling down about yourself and he’d work to shut it down immediately. You’re perfect to him and he will let you KNOW.
K’Sante
K’Sante would be fucking ELITE for this omg.
One of the hardest parts about having a plus-size body is dressing it in a way that is stylish and still unique.
Goodness fucking knows so many plus-sized clothes have no semblance of shape to them whatsoever. Very potato sack.
But you’re with the main fashion icon himself. You have yourself a killer personal stylist (with amazing kisses and lovins to go along with it).
He’s never going to let you look bad. No matter the vibe, no matter the occasion, he’s gonna help you pull an A+ fit together.
And he’s going to explain why each piece works well for your body, so when you go shopping by yourself, you know what to look for.
Always throwing out compliments about how you make an outfit look so good (very intentionally worded this way and not the other way around).
He wants you to understand it’s the person who makes the clothes, not the clothes that make the person. You’re the reason that outfit looks absolutely stunning.
If you ever did want to start working out, I think K’Sante would be an excellent guide. Gyms are fucking intimidating, and I think he realizes that. So he’d give you the full walkthrough and help you figure out what to do on machines and stuff so you don’t accidentally hurt yourself.
And even though we know Sett is the best cook, I’m still convinced K’Sante is also a great cook so he’d make you the best meals omg. Well balanced, delicious as fuck, and filled with a whole lot of love.
Sett
I think it genuinely would make him sad when he realizes your insecurities. Even if you don’t tell him outright, I think he’s very observant and is another member who would see the small things you do that indicate your insecurities with your body.
Member #2 of the “that just means more for me to love” club.
Never too heavy for him so don’t even ask. You’ve seen this man’s muscles. To him, you’re always as light as a feather.
And his compliments? Shit he’d have some of the SWEETEST compliments. And when he sees you feeling down, he wouldn’t skimp on them. He doesn’t skimp on them normally, but now he’s even more complimentary and flirty with you. Like lowkey you have a blush 24/7.
Ok, so I’ve previously ranked Sett as one of the most romantic members of Heartsteel. And I still hold firm that one of his love languages is acts of service (giving). Part of that is cooking. We know he’s the best cook of the group.
And similar to Kayn I also think he’d use physical touch (almost as an act of service) to show his partner he finds them beautiful/attractive/sexy.
That combo? Fuck that’s an elite combo right there. Everything he does, he does with the intent to make you feel loved, happy and as sexy, stunning, and perfect as he sees you.
Gently wandering hands while cuddling, hand on thigh while he drives, hand in the back pocket of your jeans when in line together, hugs from behind, whispered compliments, and neck kisses when you’re getting ready and dressed.
And of course there are the even more personal moments of physical affection. Like marking any area he senses you might be uncomfortable with or hears you talking bad about. We’re talking those parts LITTERED with hickeys here. Because damnit he loves your tummy and your thighs and marking them is his private way of letting you know that. And tbh it feels pretty nice…
An interesting little thing: I absolutely think Sett would encourage you to maybe step out of your comfort zone just a little bit and do something to help you see yourself as sexy. For example, I think he’d be happy to pay/provide what you need for a boudoir photo shoot with an amazing photographer who knows what they’re doing and rizzes you up. (Those seem so fun omg I lowkey want to do one so bad.) And if you gift him with a print of your favorite photo (or even better, a photo book with all your favorite photos) for like his birthday or something? A. He’s glad you see yourself as sexy just as he does. B. Enjoy not leaving bed for like the entire weekend. 😉
Yone
Again, Yone is a member that is just mind-bogglingly perceptive. Over the tiniest things. (The quiet ones y’all, for real.)
Another one who absolutely sees when you don’t look at yourself kindly in the mirror, when you touch your tummy or hips with a frown, when you try and suck in for photos, or when you’re letting yourself be hungry.
He fucking hates it because in his eyes, you’re the most attractive person there is. No one is more attractive than you are.
Murmurs to you the sweetest compliments in passing whenever he can. I believe this man’s experience with lyric writing makes him a god damn poet when it comes to getting his feelings across. It’s one of the reasons I ranked him the most romantic member.
If he notices you looking at yourself unkindly in the mirror, he will come over and wrap his arms around you from behind, smiling gently as he compliments you, especially complimenting the areas he noticed you looking negatively at. He won’t stop either until he feels you relax back against him and he sees a small smile at least.
We’ve previously discussed my belief that Yone is secretly a cuddle fiend. Like in public he is so stoic and serious (fair though, he’s dealing with his band mates **cough cough** Kayn and Ez **cough cough**).
But in private, he’s a damn koala. And he’ll always pull you onto his lap and let you know that you’re perfect to cuddle with, exactly how you are. Prepare to be trapped in some amazing cuddles for the next long while.
Honestly, yes all of the members would be scary if someone insulted your looks, but I think Yone would be the most terrifying to have to deal with. I would never want to be on his shit list.
Likes to eat with you whenever he can. A. You’re a lot calmer than his band mates like 95% of the time and this man needs some god damn peace. And B. It’s a way for both of you to take care of each other. You can make sure he eats (since god knows he spends hella hours in the studio and often forgets) and he can make sure you get some good food in you too. I bet he’d bring home stuff that Sett or K’Sante made, especially if he knows it’s one of your favorites. (He’d absolutely have them draw a fun little doodle on a note to make you smile.)
Just an angel of a partner who refuses to let you feel so dark about yourself when you make his world so bright.
Thank you for reading! I must say, this definitely made me feel better about myself by the end. I hope everyone remembers that you’re perfect the way you are!
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madschiavelique · 8 months
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HSUDHDBD!!! I love your work sm and I really enjoy reading it 😭😭 (tears of joy) they're literally works of art and honestly I hope that someday that I'll be better at writing than how I am now :' also a lil request i have in mind is a lil Miguel x Reader sort of thing like,, aftercare after a night of some rough seggs?? That or just taking care of said Reader when they're in any sort of pain (ex; period cramps, dealing with trauma, etc)
OMG THANK U SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAA AND YES THIS YES
i chose to write on miguel taking care of reader when they're on their periods (because i am, endometriosis is hitting hard af DFQZRESG)
summary : Miguel takes care of you when you're on your periods
content warnings : mentions of menstrual blood (reader is on their periods), other than that it's absolute fluff - so sweet you'll get cavities after reading this, afab reader, no use of Y/N word count : 2k
tag list : @fandom-ash
status of my requests according to the date of this post : CLOSED (asks are open though)
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Fuck.
You'd woken up in the middle of the night with a terrible tummy ache, a hot, heavy pain felt in your lower abdomen accompanied by an intense hot flush that took over your whole body unpleasantly. You had a good suspicion of what it was, so you got up, trying not to make too much noise, although every movement seemed to give you incredible pain, making you whimper.
Miguel groaned in his sleep as you stood up, bent over as your belly and the low of your back ached excruciatingly. You made your way to the bathroom, which fortunately wasn't too far from your bedroom, each step making you feel as if your thighs were about to separate from your pelvis.
You pulled down your panties, a dark stain soaking the fabric. You sat down, taking the opportunity to really go to the bathroom, and when you wiped, the vibrant carmine color covered the paper.
Fuck. Shit. Son of a bitch.
You had your period, and it was never pleasant. You knew they'd be coming soon, it had been at least three days if not more since you'd started to feel cramps in your lower abdomen and pain in your breasts, the only surprise you had left was when they'd arrive.
And they'd chosen the delightful moment of the middle of the night to wake you up, how thoughtful of them, how generous. You sighed, your panties were full of blood, you had to get yourself another pair, which meant coming back into the room and trying not to make too much noise for Miguel.
You stood up, putting your knickers in the laundry, unable to find the strength to clean them now. You opened Miguel's cabinet, but found no painkillers... You'd forgotten to stock up on painkillers for your period. An umpteenth sigh of desolation took hold of you as you came to pinch the bridge of your nose.
You closed the cabinet door and turned to see Miguel, which surprised you a little. His eyebrows were furrowed, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhaled.
"Something's wrong?"
It had only been two weeks since you'd moved into Miguel's quarters, and before that you'd avoided seeing him when that time of the month came around for you. The smell of your body and what it was expelling must have alerted him to your condition. You inhaled, rubbing your eyes as your belly suddenly clenched and you had to sit back down on the toilet.
Miguel immediately knelt down in front of you as the cramps made you bend double until your forehead touched your knees, completely distraught by your condition.
"Nena, what's going on?" he asked, stroking your back with one hand and your leg with the other. "Please tell me."
You breathed in, trying to articulate as the pain brought you to tears.
"I'm on my periods," you managed to say through clenched teeth.
He said nothing, and you wiped your eyes as you looked down at your knees.
"I'm so sorry I woke you up," you said, trembling as you tried to breathe properly, the wave of cramp easing slightly.
"Hey," he says, taking your chin between his fingers, bringing your eyes to his worried ones, "don't apologize. Just tell me what you need me to do right now."
You looked up at him, eyes moist.
"I need another pair of panties, a pad... I put some here in the closet," you said, pointing to said closet in the room, "and a painkiller for now." you said softly.
Miguel nodded, kissing you gently before standing up.
"Don't move," he said before leaving the room.
It was probably the easiest order you'd ever get from him, if not the nicest. So you just sat there, completely folded in on yourself, waiting.
Miguel returned with one of your panties in hand, opened the cupboard to grab the packet of sanitary pads you'd placed there, and came to kneel before you again, handing you both items.
You took the undies and pulled them down to your ankles, mechanically opening your sanitary towel package and placing it over your underwear. You then stood up in front of him, pulling the panties up over you, sitting back down.
He watched you, his tongue creating a tent in his cheek.
"For the painkiller, I don't have any pills. I only have one that's... peculiar." he told you as he stroked your calf gently.
"Which is?" you asked softly, feeling a little safer from creating stains now that you were carrying something against you.
He said nothing, simply opening his mouth and pointing to his slightly extended canine.
You knew that Miguel had an antidote in the venom he secreted that acted as both a painkiller and a sedative. The latter, come to think of it, would not only allow you to sleep peacefully, but also to feel less pain.
"Bite me, Miguel," you asked, almost desperate for him to bring you any sense of relief.
He inhaled, nodding.
"Open your legs, the closer to the pain the bite the faster the venom will act."
You bit the inside of your cheek, this will be unexpectedly sexy, you thought.
So you spread your legs, moving closer to the edge of the toilet. His warm hand came to rest on your thigh, Miguel coming as close as possible to the inside of it as your hand caressed his hair.
You felt his hot breath on your skin before he bit down. The abrupt sensation of his canines in your skin made you tighten your grip on his hair, but he didn't flinch. He let the venom spread, then retracted his teeth as he ran a gentle stroke of his tongue over both slits, finishing the act with a gentle kiss over them.
"Good," he said simply as he straightened up.
He brought one hand behind your back, the other coming to rest behind your knees, and raising you against him princess style. You brought your arms around his neck, as he led you out of the bathroom.
"I can walk, you know that right?" you smile against him.
"In this state? I won't let you move," he replied.
He led you into your bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. He came to lie behind you, pulling the comforter up over you both as he curled up against you, becoming the big spoon. He placed his hand on your lower belly, the warmth of the latter soothing a little the fire dwelling there.
The venom was also starting to take effect, making you want to sleep again and greatly easing your pain. He kissed the back of your neck and you drifted off to sleep.
You felt so soothed. You'd been dreading a situation like this, but in the end Miguel had reacted perfectly, and you fell asleep much more relaxed.
When you woke up, the antidote was gradually fading from your blood. You were wrapped up in your comforters so snugly that you didn't want to move, and you weren't going to.
You opened your eyes, and on your bedside table were four different boxes of medicine, with a glass of water beside them. Miguel must have got some painkillers for you, and probably not knowing exactly which brand you preferred, he'd taken several.
You smiled, straightening up slightly to sit down and pick up the box you were most familiar with to take a pill and drink it immediately.
"Lyla?" you asked, putting the glass back down.
"Well hello," the little orange pixel cloud materialized before your eyes.
"Is Miguel away?" you asked.
"In truth, he's in the kitchen right now, preparing..." she checked her data, and quoted the name of your favorite dish.
You made a little pout mixed with a smile, Miguel was really taking care of you till the last bits of himself.
You straightened up, placing your foot on the floor as you grimaced. You had to go and change your pad, and although the deal was unpleasant, you got up to go to the bathroom. But first, you made a detour to the kitchen to at least say hello to Miguel.
You arrived in the kitchen, the smell of your dish's ingredients wafting through the air.
"Buenos dias, bebé", you smiled as you entered the kitchen, leaning against the wall.
He turned immediately, surprised not only by your little use of Spanish, but especially by the fact that you were standing. He approached you, smiling gently as he kissed your forehead.
"I told you that I wouldn't let you move," he said, coming over to stroke your hair.
"I just came to tell you good morning," you assured him as you brought your hand to his waist.
He pretended to think, "not a sufficient excuse to move."
"I have to change my pad ?" you offered as another explanation.
"Still not a valid excuse, nena." he smiled before taking you by the waist and raising you against him, his hands resting on your back and thighs as he led you to the bathroom.
You sighed, but couldn't help appreciating the attention he was giving you. He set you down in the bathroom, letting you change your pad, then taking you back into his arms as he led you back into the bedroom.
He laid you gently on the bed.
"Don't move," he said again, "really."
"I won't, I promise." you said, putting your hand on your heart as you covered yourself with the comforter.
He smiled softly, kissing you before standing up and leaving the room. "Lyla," you called again, the cloud appearing once more, "report on Miguel's occupations since waking up." "As good as done, Chief," she smiled as she brought up a small timetable showing each of his activities. "Miguel woke up this morning at eight o'clock, his first demand being to give him as much documentation on menstruation as possible. After reading a number of articles, he asked me questions about what to do for a loved one at a time like this. Subsequently, Miguel went to the various commercial areas of the society where he made several purchases including: a hot water bottle, a whole bag of snacks, a variety of ingredients for lunch, a dozen packets of sanitary pads, and four tablets of different pills to treat the symptoms." You glanced at your bedside table, "Finally, he filed for leave this week. Since his return, he has begun preparing the dish. Shortly afterwards, you woke up."
Your heart clenched with emotion. Miguel had done all this? For your sake? You could feel the tears welling up, the sensitivity brought on by the periods not helping your situation.
Miguel came back into the room, hot water bottle in hand, but noticing your shining eyes and trembling chin, he rushed over to you.
"Is everything okay ? Why are you crying, nena?"
You're the why, you thought, in the most adorable and safe possible way you are the one making me cry.
You threw yourself at him, taking him in your arms and holding him close as hot tears rolled down your cheeks.
"I love you," you whispered against him.
You felt him relax under this revelation, coming to wrap his arms around your back as he pulled you into his embrace.
"I love you too, nena." he whispered as he came to cup your wet cheeks, kissing your lips softly there.
You looked up at him, your eyes tender with love.
"I brought you a hot water bottle," he smiled, showing it to you.
You gave a little laugh, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands.
"Thanks," you grinned as you took it in your hands, its comforting warmth perfect for your body's torment.
"Would you like to watch something? Just tell me what you'd like and I'll take care of it."
You smiled wider, sighing lovingly as you offered to watch one of your comfort movies. He nodded, coming to kiss you again.
These would probably be the best periods you'd ever had, and it was all thanks to him.
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spaceagebachelormann · 4 months
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Hello! If you’re taking headcanon requests, may I please request headcanons for what Count Dracula & Erik the Phantom would be like as husbands?
dracula and erik as husbands !
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✧ warnings — some mentions of death and possible spoilers for dracula and phantom of the opera. also like 2 sexual jokes i think
✧ additional info — i got so so excited by this request omg <3 if u wanna id rlly appreciate it if u sent me more requests for phantom of the opera and classic monsters!! also not really specific versions of them but i mainly had the book versions in mind
✧ m.list — nav.
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ೃ༄ erik destler
he wouldn’t wait to marry you
like at all
the second you show him you’re willing to be in a relationship with him and he’s sure you won’t leave him he’s already planning your wedding
of course if you wanted to take it more slowly he might be a little impatient but he’d try his best for you :)
but he’d be so happy if u were ready to get married as soon as possible
the sad thing is he’d get so stressed while trying to plan it because he’d want it to be absolutely perfect because that’s what he didn’t get with christine
and he’d try to convince you not to worry about it or help plan the wedding becaus he wants it to be a surprise for you
however he’d talk to you about what you want <3
so unfortunately he doesn’t know a lot of people 😭 so your wedding audience consists of daroga, mme giry, and maybe christine and raoul if ur lucky and manage to convince them (but they’ll be a little on edge)
and u can invite ur family if they’d be accepting of erik!
once y’all are married it’s so sweet and romantic ohmygod
he’d make u breakfast and dinner every single day, even if he’s had a particularly bad day
he just loves doing things for you
he’d also love writing even more songs and sometimes even entire operas for you or about you, you’re his muse
before he was able to take breaks from bis work to focus on you for awhile
but now you’re married he just can’t be away from you for two minutes
will sit on the floor and talk to u while u shower
or he showers with u
his love language is spontaneously twirling u around and redoing ur wedding dance in the most random places
also carrying u to ur bed if u fall asleep on him or somewhere else, before marriage he’d just let u sleep there and make sure he doesn’t wake u up
such a sweetheart <3
ೃ༄ count dracula
takes his time to marry you
but that’s only because he takes a lot of time working out when and where to propose and shit
and then probably has the wedding planned before you even say yes
which obviously you do
he’d be a little cocky abt u saying yes ngl cause he already knew u would
but the wedding itself obviously takes place at night and mainly other vampires will show up, but he won’t let them remotely near you assuming he hasn’t turned you yet
if he has then go talk to them!! there’s no risk of u dying or getting turned by someone else!!
he’d also rlly like cooking for u and shit since he canonically had to sprint around his castle to make it seem like he had butlers or whatever 😭😭
how good is fucking amazing btw
like god damn
and obviously he has a comfortable ass vampire bed that he’d let u put 60 pillows on if u want
he’d also like have a thing for ur hair no matter how short or long it is
he likes standing behind u and running his hands through it when u do literally anything for funsies
and his fingers are really pretty and long and cold so they feel nice
he also brushes it a lot esp in the mornings
he also doesn’t even look another persons way when he’s with u
ever.
and his brides are now just. draculas sisters or wtv 😭
unless u want them to be ur wives too he won’t complain
as much as he loves you there’s time where he js like. wants personal time to go kill people think
id also imagine ur very close with renfield
like draculas kinda mean to him but ur rlly nice to him <3
like for example waving at him when u see him or just going “hi renfield!!”
renfields probably the one who found u ngl
i can’t think of anything else for him mb pookie 😔 i’ll add to this later
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vixeneptune · 3 months
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2024 : MANIFESTED ALL MY DESIRES IN ONE YEAR
Part 2
Love life :
I'm having the best relationship this year! It's literally the healthiest relationship I've ever been in, its even beyond what I imagined! I literally met my perfect match our compatibility is off the chartsss we're so perfect together. He's def my soulmate we get eachother so well without even speaking. It's amazing how much fun we have together , it's so lighthearted yet deep , it's transparent and beautiful and pure. Ugh our love is so powerful! He treats me so well he spoils me all the time like I'm his princess all I do is just exist and he's like "omg goddess I'm obsessed with you". Not to mention he's so loyal, honest, generous, kind, masculine, secure, handsome, rich, he provides for me endlessly, he makes me laugh, I feel so comfortable and safe, our dynamic is the best I feel so grateful and he feels the same. This is literally one of the biggest highlights for me this year 😍 a love so powerful, passionate yet peaceful and uplifting. Marriage is def around the corner!
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Social Life :
My popularity increased so much this year! Everyone seems to wanna be either my lover or my friend! Ig bc I've been focusing on myself and my life everyone is so magnetically attracted to me! I made some really amazing solid friendships this year ♡ I feel so blessed to have such good genuine friends who share my interests! It's amazing how much my social circle expanded this year I've def been getting out of my comfort zone and feeling much more extroverted, outgoing and confident socialising and connecting easily with others! I'm so charming and pretty and smart that people fall in love with me easily, I'm so easy to love, I lost count of how many love confessions I got this year! So many men interested in me and pursuing me, I'm literally everyone crush this year! I'm such a people magnet, my aura is so attractive and magnetic people find me so interesting and fascinating! Im not only pretty but i have a great personality, the best energy, and a beautiful rich mind and soul, that's why everyone is so drawn to me. I'm so good at relationships , I'm consistent, secure, open to give and receive. It's easy for me to maintain relationships and allow them to grow and flourish naturally and beautifully! I feel so blessed to be surrounded by supportive loving trustworthy people who understand me and want the best for me, they truly care about me. I love how comfortable I am meeting new people and forming genuine deep connections, it's so natural for me. Everyone is so sweet and kind to me, they treat me so well, they buy me gifts ,they constantly spoil me with love and attention ,they see my worth and value.
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Extras :
I'm such a money magnet! I'm making sooo much money this year it's crazy it's like money is obsessed with me lol. A high value expensive woman like me deserves the best and attracts the best always ♡ I'm treated like VIP everywhere I go. My energy is so powerful it shakes every room I enter, I'm easily the center of attention cuz w my charismatic presence, everyone's eyes are hooked on me they're so infatuated w my beauty. My aura radiates abundance , security and confidence, I'm so calm and secure which makes me naturally the most confident girl in the room. My confidence, my charm, my popularity and my charisma increased dramatically this year! I'm fully tapped in my inner siren inner goddess energy this year and it SHOWS. My sex appeal and my beauty is beyond compare. I'm known as the it girl and everyone is inspired by me and thinks of me constantly, they're waiting on my every move bc im so iconic and such a trendsetter. I put myself out there and I succeed everytime without a doubt. I'm born to be seen I'm such a star girl ☆
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For my 2024 subliminal visit my YouTube channel kali777
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dixons-sunshine · 13 days
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js read your shopping spree and dying for your haircut fics and omg
can u pretty please, with a bow on top, write another part to that series or like an au where they get separated at the fall of the world and a few season later (preferably that prison era of daryl he was so fawking sexy there like omg) they found each other again and i want some build up to their reunion yk like someone else finds r and brings them in and some ppl kinda chatting abt the new girl or wtv and dars not rlly gaf cuz he kinda getting tired of trying to find r (realistically i don’t think he’d give up easily but let’s js pretend yk) but then they see each other and they’re like omfg the love of my life’s here and safe and like i need that glenn and maggie type reunion but like tenfold bc r and dar alr loved and knew each other before the fall yk and like yeah😣
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idky but i’m a sucker for “r and daryl had a relationship beforehand, got separated, and reunited” trope (?) fic, blurb shit and you’d literally be godsent if u wrote this oml
I Found You | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
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Summary: When the dead started to rise and the world went to hell, Daryl got seperated from you, the love of his life. After over a year of searching for you and finding no evidence of your survival, Daryl was beginning to give up and count his losses. One day, Carol stumbled upon a wounded woman while out on a run with Glenn, and the two of them decide to accept you into the prison. Little did they know, that would end up being one of the best decisions they could've ever made.
Genre: Angst to fluff.
Era: Prison, pre season 4, post season 3.
Warnings: Swearing, blood, death, mentions of attempted sexual assault (not descriptive)
Word count: 4.3k
A/n: Thank you so much for the request! I've decided to write the au since there's already a part three for the SSHD (Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams) universe in the works, but this request was way too good to not write. I hope you like it! And I absolutely agree with you. There's something about prison era Daryl that just hits different. He was on another level completely.
As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests.
(Just thought I'd say that both third- and second person is used. I referred to the reader in third  person when Glenn and Carol first met her, but it soon shifts to second person when she introduced herself. Just thought I'd let y'all know the shift is intentional.)
“Okay, so I can't guess what you did before all of this correctly, but I bet there is something that I will be right about.”
Daryl looked at Zach skeptically as they trudged through the abandoned store, looking for supplies to bring back to the prison. “Yeah? Wha's tha'?”
“You're brooding, quiet, you like to keep to yourself,” Zach started, leaning nonchalantly against one of the shelves while he watched the archer place multiple different packs and boxes into his bag. “The way you act most of the time would suggest you've never been in a relationship before, but there are clear signs that you were with someone before all of this.”
Daryl stiffened for a moment, his hand lingering above a pack, before regaining his composure and continuing his task. “Wha' signs?”
“Well, for one, you know exactly what kind of tampons and pads to get for the ladies at the prison. I would've just dumped everything in and have them sort through it, but you are only taking specific brands,” Zach pointed out, motioning to the box of tampons Daryl had just put back onto the shelf.
When Daryl didn't reply, Zach took that as his cue to continue. “And while we're on the topic of periods, you seem to know exactly what to get the girls for the pain and what to do to curve their bad tempers. What guy would know that if he didn't have a girlfriend before all of this? And to top it all off, and this is totally unrelated to everything I just said, I've seen that locket necklace you keep in your pocket. It's pretty worn out and faded, but you can definitely tell it's something from this generation, so it can't be something that was passed down from a relative, so that brings me to my conclusion. You, Daryl Dixon, had a girl before all of this.”
Daryl sighed, shutting his eyes tightly as he willed the onslaught of memories away. Memories that were too painful to think of, memories that did nothing but remind the archer of his failure. His failure at finding you, the love of his life, after the dead started walking. A failure he had to live with for as long as he remained alive.
Daryl opened his eyes and turned abruptly, leaving the young man behind him as he stalked towards the exit, his bag slung over his shoulder. Zach hurriedly caught up to him, struggling to keep at a steady pace beside him as Daryl strode quickly, wanting to put some distance between him and Zach.
“Woah, man! Slow down!” Zach complained, jogging to keep up with him. “Was it because I brought up the girl thing? I didn't realise it was a touchy subject.”
“It ain't none of yer damn business,” Daryl grumbled under his breath, stalking over to the truck him and Zach were using that day.
“Daryl! Come on, man. It's not that deep.”
Daryl gritted his teeth as he opened up the driver's side door of the truck, throwing his bag into the back before climbing inside. He started up the truck and revved the engine, a warning sign to Zach that he was about to leave, with or without him.
Zach hurriedly scurried into the passenger seat, barely having time to close the door before Daryl started speeding off. He gripped the edge of his seat, sending Daryl an exasperated look.
“Daryl, what the hell? Calm down!” he exclaimed, unnerved by the archer's sudden burst of fury. He'd seen Daryl angry before, but it was never directed towards him. It was downright scary.
“'M calm,” Daryl replied through gritted teeth, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
“That's what you call calm?!” Zach exclaimed, motioning out towards the road. “You're driving like a maniac! Slow down!”
Daryl simply ignored the man, keeping his eyes trained on the road. Memories of you unwillingly flooded his mind. Memories of your smile, your laugh and your beautiful eyes. Memories of the calm mornings you'd spend with the archer in your shared sad excuse for an apartment where the hot water was a joke. Memories where you'd both stand under the cold water of the shower, Daryl embracing you from behind in an attempt to make the cold water bearable for you. Memories of your loving touch on his skin, your fingers lightly tracing over the scars on his back as you whispered reassuring things into his ear, assuring him that his father's abuse had nothing to do with him, that it wasn't his fault that any of that happened to him.
The more Daryl's mind wandered, the more he remembered some of the bad memories. All those arguments you had with him over some of his escapades with Merle, telling him that it would only get him into trouble, flooded his mind. One of those arguments ended up being the reason he got seperated from you in the first place.
Merle had wanted to go do some drug deal and had barged into your apartment, practically dragging Daryl from your bed. You had begged him not to go, arguing with him that it was a bad idea and that something would go wrong this time. He remembered being so angry at you for insisting during that argument that Merle wasn't good for him, that he needed to cut back on seeing him or set some boundaries with him. He had stormed out of the apartment without so much as a goodbye, and now he regretted it more than he's regretted anything before in his life.
Daryl blamed himself daily for not having listened to you that day. If he had, he never would've been seperated from you and you would've been safe by his side. He longed to have you by his side again, to tell you that he was sorry and that he loved you. However, even after all this time of searching, going out for extended periods of time to look for signs of you, it was to no avail. You were gone, and it was all his fault.
“Daryl? Are... you okay?”
Daryl snapped back to reality at the sound of Zach's concerned voice. He felt a droplet of water roll down his cheek and he hurriedly wiped it away, realising that he was crying. He hadn't even realised that tears had started to well up in his eyes, so immersed was he in his own thoughts.
“'M fine,” Daryl insisted, wiping his eyes hurriedly as he willed the tears away.
Zach furrowed his eyebrows, before realisation dawned on him. “You did have a girl before all of this. You lost her, didn't you?” he asked sympathetically.
Daryl hesitantly nodded, swallowing in an attempt to get rid of the lump in his throat. “I didn't lose her,” he began, bringing the truck to a halt in front of the prison gates as he waited for someone to open them.
“I don't know if she's even dead at all. She's just... Gone.”
“What are we looking for, exactly?” Glenn asked Carol as they scanned over the shelving of an abandoned pharmacy, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Carol sighed as she looked upon yet another empty shelf, its medical contents a thing of the past. “Anything medical. With all the new people we've been taking in, the supplies we have aren't going to be enough.”
“Okay,” Glenn drawled hesitantly. “But it doesn't look like there's anything worth scavenging here.”
“Let's just do a once over before we check the back. If there's nothing, we head on back. It's getting late,” Carol instructed. Glenn nodded, and the two of them dispersed to sweep through the small store once more.
“So,” Glenn started. “Is it just me, or has Daryl been more grumpy than usual?”
Carol hummed in agreement. “He has. He gets angry at the smallest of things lately.”
“Do you know why?”
“No,” Carol said, shaking her head. “I've asked him, but he won't say anything. Just tells me to mind my own business. It's really odd. He's more like he was back at the quarry. More closed off and snappy and I don't know why.”
“It's ever since he came back from that run with Zach a week ago,” Glenn replied, meeting up with the Carol again to go into the back room. “I've asked Zach if he knows why, but he refused to say anything. Says it's not his place to say.”
Carol frowned, opening the door that lead into the back room. “That's odd. So that means something—”
“Stay right there. Don't move another inch or I swear to god I'll shoot.”
Both Carol and Glenn froze in their tracks. They looked up and locked eyes with a woman, who's eyes were fiery as they darted between them.
“Names. Now. And weapons on the ground.”
“Okay, alright,” Carol responded, trying to diffuse the situation. She slowly lowered her gun and knife to the ground, urging Glenn to do the same. “I'm Carol, and this is Glenn. Now before we answer anymore questions, what's your name?”
The woman hesitated for a moment. “Y/n. What are you doing here?”
“We were looking for some supplies,” Carol spoke truthfully, eyeing the gun aimed at her carefully. “We're running low on medical things.”
After a couple of long, tense moments, with you scanning them from head to toe, you nodded to yourself after spotting something. Deciding to trust them for now, you slowly lowered the gun. However, you quietly hissed in pain, quickly clutching your side as you stumbled to regain your balance. After you steadied yourself, you limped over to your bag and grabbed a few things before handing them over to Carol and Glenn.
“Here. Hope these help. The place was ransacked when I got here. Wasn't a lot left to clear out.”
“Thank you, but we need more than this. This isn't going to last us long,” Carol responded, placing the items into her bag.
“No offence, lady, but I think I need the supplies more than you do at the moment. And I gave you more than half already. I can't spare more,” you said, clutching your side tightly.
“What happened?” Glenn asked, pointing to the your side, unable to stop his curiosity from seeping through.
“Flesh eaters,” you replied nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders. “I was fighting a bunch of them when one lunged at me from the side. It toppled me through a broken window, and a shard sliced me.”
“Don't you have a group? Couldn't they help you?” Glenn questioned.
“Nope. I've been on my own since this whole thing started. I guess I should probably find a group, though. Things like this wouldn't happen if I had backup.”
You gingerly lifted your shirt, and both Carol and Glenn grimaced at the painful sight. The wound was deep and oozing blood. It would definitely need stitches, as well as someone to remove the remaining fragments of glass that still painfully stuck out of the wound. It was terrible. You wouldn't be able to get it all out without a professional.
Suddenly, an idea struck Carol. “You gave us some of the supplies you scavenged without even knowing us. Why?”
“Well, you didn't try to kill me, even after I held you at gunpoint. And by the looks of it, you guys have a group and are set up somewhere. Figured I should do the honourable thing and offer up some medical things if there's kids involved.”
“How do you know there's kids?” Glenn asked, confused.
“I can see the toys in your bag,” you pointed out, motioning to the toy truck that stuck out of the top of his bag. “Figured that adults wouldn't be playing with toy trucks while the world was ending.”
“Still, why would you? You don't owe us anything,” Carol questioned, though her mind was already set on one thing.
“Some might call me naive, but I hope that by doing some good in this fucked up world, karma will decide to do something good for me. That probably makes me stupid as shit, huh?” you replied, laughing before wincing at the pain that shot through your side at the small action.
Carol smiled at you. “We have a group set up not too far from here, at the prison. You can join if you want, but you have to answer three questions first.”
You raised your eyebrows at her. “Three questions? That's it?”
“Yeah.”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Alright, shoot.”
“How many walkers have you killed?” Carol began, watching you closely.
“A lot. Too many to keep track of at this point.”
“How many people have you killed?”
You hesitated for a moment, guilt creeping up on you. “Three.”
“Why?”
“Two of them were bit. They asked me to kill them. The other one... That bastard tried to rape me. I wouldn't let him.”
“I'm sorry,” Glenn said sympathetically.
“It's fine. I'm fine,” you waved him off, before turning your attention back to Carol. “How'd I do? Satisfactory enough?”
Carol nodded. “For me, yes. You'll still need to meet the leader and have him evaluate you, but I think you'll be alright. You'll fit in just fine.”
“Hopefully,” you laughed nervously, instantly paying the price for it with a sharp pain shooting up your side, making you visibly wince.
“Come on, let's get going. We have a doctor who can get that checked out for you,” Glenn prompted. He walked over to you and grabbed your bag, stopping your protest instantly. “It's fine, I've got it. One extra bag won't kill me.”
Together, all of you made your way out of the pharmacy and over to their car. You got settled in the back while Carol and Glenn got into the front, and before long you were setting off to the prison. Your eyes were beginning to droop, but Glenn seemed eager to get to know the new recruit better.
“What were you doing out there on your own anyway?”
“I was looking for my boyfriend. I was hoping that he might still be alive.”
“No luck?” he asked.
“No,” you shook your head, pursing your lips. “I'm beginning to think I might never find him, if he's even still alive.”
“Never say never,” Glenn encouraged you. “You'll find him someday, I know it.”
“I really hope so.”
“Have you seen that new chick Glenn and Carol brought back? She's a real looker.”
“I know, right? You think she's into blondes?”
“Even if she was, I doubt she'd go for your scrawny ass.”
“Easy, boys. She might not even be into guys. I could have a shot with her for all you know.”
Daryl groaned inwardly as he entered the cellblock. The new girl that Glenn and Carol brought in the day before was seemingly the hottest topic of discussion amongst everyone and he couldn't escape it, no matter where he tried to run to. Nobody, apart from Glenn, Carol, Rick and Hershel have officially met her, yet everybody had seemingly already formed an opinion about her. Although there were a lot of different opinions, everyone seemingly agreed on one thing; the new girl was hotter than hell.
Daryl was the only guy in the entire prison that hadn't seen her yet. He was out hunting when Carol and Glenn brought her back and he hasn't bothered to go out of his way to introduce himself to her ever since he got back. He'd meet her soon enough and he wasn't hoping to make friends with her. The more people he managed to keep at arm's length, the better.
“Yo, Daryl. What do you think about the new chick?” a guy called Mitchell asked him, snapping him from his thoughts.
Daryl shrugged. “Ain't met her yet,” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Okay, but have you seen her?” another guy called Ronnie asked. “I'm telling you, man, hotter than the sun on a summer day. I'm hoping she'll let me hit at least once.”
“How 'bout ya leave the poor girl alone?” Daryl snapped, turning to face the group that was walking with him. “She ain't even been here two days and y'all are already ogling her like she's some prize to be won. Have some more respect.”
“Jeez,” Mitchell whistled. “What's got your panties up in a bunch?”
“Nothin',” Daryl muttered angrily, turning around to walk further into the cellblock. “Jus' wanna get this fuckin' job done and all y'all can do is yap 'bout some girl ya dun' even know properly. I dun' give two flyin' shits 'bout who or wha' ya talk 'bout, but do it after the job's done. Y'all ain't free loadin' here. Do yer job, earn yer keep.”
“Sorry,” a girl called Ariana muttered, sending him an apologetic look. “What do you need us to do?”
“Take those planks over there and take em to the guard tower. Rick wants to fortify it and wants it done by the end of the week.”
“What are you gonna do?” Ronnie asked, crossing his arms as he sized Daryl up.
Daryl glared at him and squared his shoulders, looking down on his shorter, scrawny frame. “Hershel needs help with somethin'. I believe ya can understand tha' if the doctor needs somethin' done, it's considered top priority?”
Ronnie shrunk under Daryl's intense glare, nodding quickly. “Yeah, of course.”
“Great.”
With that, Daryl turned on his heel and set off to find Hershel. He didn't have to search far, however, because Hershel halted him before he could go outside.
“Daryl, over here,” the old man called after him, halting him in his tracks.
Daryl turned and walked over to Hershel, nodding at him respectfully. “Wha' ya need, Doc?”
“I'm sure you've heard of the girl Carol and Glenn brought back yesterday by now?” Hershel questioned, chuckling at the slight groan Daryl emitted.
“Who hasn't? Apparently she's really good lookin'. Her looks has been all people has to say 'bout her.”
Hershel nodded. “Unfortunately, that is true. Only Rick, Glenn, Carol and myself has had the pleasure of meeting her personally up until this point. She's a lovely woman. Had no problem that there wasn't anything to ease the pain when I had to stitch her side and she's more than willing to get up and start working to earn her keep. She won't be able to for at least another day or so since her side needs to heal up a bit first, but Carol and Glenn did good with bringing her back. She'll fit right in.”
“Good,” Daryl nodded. “She a good fighter?”
“From what I understand, she's been out on her own since the beginning. She's not dead yet, so I'd say she's alright,” Hershel replied, adjusting on his crutches.
“Alrigh', now enough 'bout her. Wha' did ya need me to do?”
Hershel gave him an encouraging pat on the back, confusing the archer. “You're going to be one of the very few people who gets to say they met the new girl for the next couple of days. I was hoping you could help her fix her bunk? One of the legs on the bunk broke and she's dead set on repairing it. She won't let me help because she keeps insisting I've done enough for her, so I told her I would send someone else to help. She'll be expecting you.”
Daryl pursed his lips but nodded, parting ways with the older man. He walked over to the cell that Hershel had pointed towards and stopped at the doorway, hesitating to make his presence known.
You had your back turned towards the door, hunched over as you inspected the leg of the bunk. You weren't aware of the archer that stood a few feet behind you, engrossed entirely in your own thoughts. That was, until he spoke up behind you.
“Hey. Hershel said ya needed help?”
You froze at the voice, willing the supposed hallucination away. You slowly rose to your feet and turned, locking eyes with the one person you've been searching for since the world went to hell—your boyfriend, Daryl Dixon.
The moment Daryl locked eyes with you, a whirlwind of emotions flooded his being. Relief, love, happiness, wonder, sadness, confusion and so much more that he couldn't decipher. Although his first instinct was to wrap you in his arms and never let go of you again, he hesitated, refusing to believe you were real. He took a step back, his eyes wide as he looked at you.
You stared back at him with equal amounts of disbelief. You took a hesitant step forward. “Daryl?” you whispered. The man in front of you looked slightly different; a little bit older and his hair was longer, but there was no mistaking it. The man in front of you was Daryl.
Daryl remained silent, his eyes locked on you as you continued to take agonizingly slow steps towards him. He watched as you stopped in front of him and hesitantly raised your hand, bringing it to rest on his cheek. Daryl instantly melted into your familiar soft touch, and that was all the confirmation he needed. Without another thought, he gently grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, tightly clinging to you as he pressed multiple kisses to the top of your head.
“Yer real,” he whispered, a laugh of amazement falling from his lips. “Yer real. Yer alive. Yer actually still alive.”
You laughed quietly against his chest as you held onto him tightly, never wanting to let go ever again. Your laughter soon turned into sobs, tears of relief and happiness falling from your eyes.
“I thought I'd never see you again,” you whispered through your tears, burying your face into his chest. “I thought you were dead, Dar.”
“'M here,” he whispered into your ear, a few tears of his own falling from his eyes. “'M alive. Yer alive. 'M never lettin' ya go ever again. 'M sorry I ever left tha' day in the first place.”
“It's okay. I'm sorry, too. I never should've asked you to cut Merle out of your life. He's your brother. It was unreasonable of me.”
“Nah, it wasn't,” he denied, placing another gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Ya were jus' lookin' out fer me. I never shoulda gotten mad at ya in the first place.”
“Let bygones be bygones?” you whispered against his chest.
Daryl chuckled before nodding. “Yeah, of course.”
The two of you held onto each other for a couple of moments longer until you pulled back. Daryl was about to voice his protest until you pressed your lips against his in an urgent kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms settled on your waist, pulling you closer into him as he kissed you back. There was no lustful hunger behind the kiss—there was only love and longing, two broken parts finally reuniting and mending together as one.
Daryl pulled back and placed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I missed ya so much,” he whispered, willing the lump in his throat to go away.
“I missed you too. More than you even know,” you replied, cupping Daryl's cheek with one of your hands. “But I found you. I finally found you.”
Daryl leaned into your touch before turning his head to kiss the palm of your hand. However, he soon pulled away from you and strode over to your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
“C'mon,” he said, taking your hand in his as he pulled you to walk beside him.
“Where are we going?” you questioned, falling into step beside the man you loved.
“There ain't no need fer ya to sleep in there. Yer gonna sleep with me in my cell,” Daryl said simply, pulling you along to his cell.
You giggled but said nothing, silently following him into his cell. When he placed your bags down on the floor, Daryl placed a soft kiss on your lips before stalking out of the cell.
“Where are you going?” you called after him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.
“'M gonna find tha' prick who objectified ya and teach him a lesson. Yer hot as fuck, yes, that much I can accept people sayin', but Ronnie implied he wanted to sleep with ya outrigh'. He's really gonna regret sayin' tha' in a few moments. Dun' even try to talk me outta it.”
“Hey, Dar?” you called after him, halting him in his tracks. “I love you.”
Daryl smiled at you. “I definitely love ya more.”
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i have a request, my love! nikolai lantsov x reader
y/n is the sunshine-y, sweet person who literally brightens up any room. and she caught nikolai's eye and he tries to make his move but everytime he tries to talk to her he finds himself... well, unable to get proper words out. he can't string together a single sentence. y/n picks up on this and teases him ('cause he's obviously known as a flirt) and makes it a bit harder before she finally asks him out herself
you take my breath away
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Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x f!Reader
A/N: *screams because this is such a cute idea* Omg omg omg, I LOVE THAT IDEA, EL! Nikolai being nervous and flustered >>> Thank you sm for the request, I loved writing it! I hope you enjoy reading this <333
Summary: What happens to the oh so charming Nikolai Lantsov when he starts crushing on a someone that - quite literally - takes away his breath?
Genre: Comedy, Fluff
Word Count: 4.4K
Warnings: Mention of sword fighting, pining, oblivious!Nikolai, slightly suggestive ending if you squint, Zoya being an icon
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“Zoya, I really don’t think that all of this,” he ambiguously gestured at the array of files in front of him, “is as good of an idea as you think it is.”
The Squaller groaned, hauling the papers towards herself again. The two of them had been wasting their time in his sitting room for hours on end, flipping through files and files of eligible royal women that could become Nikolai’s future wife. It was hell - for both of them - but Ravka needed a queen. So as king, it was his duty to find someone that could rule alongside him.
If he would be completely truthful, he already had someone in mind. Someone that was roughly his age, not promised to anyone else and of royal blood. Meaning, that someone would tick all of the necessary boxes.
You were one of the rather newer Ladies at Ravkan court. Your parents were a duke and duchess who he didn't necessarily remember meeting. Yet, ever since he first laid his eyes on you, he was absolutely smitten with you. You'd be an excellent choice. He really liked to think that. You got along with everyone you interacted with - at least to his knowledge -, you were kind, well-spirited and utterly lovely. You were a literal ray of sunshine, and he couldn’t get enough of you. It was almost like you were born to be a queen - his queen.
Everything seemed to be so perfect. The only issue was that he couldn't even get out one word before his brain went into shutdown when you were around. He had tried and tried to strike up a conversation with you, only to fail miserably. It was as if all of his usually flirty demeanour had been stripped off of him, and he was left with the confidence of an insecure stuttering teenage boy. He had been with countless women before but never had he been left this helpless.
The first time he attempted talking to you, was probably already enough of an embarrassment for you to never give in to any of his advances.
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Nikolai had just finished another terribly draining conference and, as much as tried to get his mind off of all things political, he still had another dreadful load of paperwork waiting for him once he reached his sitting room.
He has been so lost in thought, that he didn't register the other person that was coming around the corner. And with both of you not paying any real attention to where you were going, you ran straight into him at full speed. But before he could - quite literally - knock you off of your feet, his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady. It took you a minute to break free from your daze when you noticed who you were currently staring at.
"Oh Saints! Your Highness! I'm so incredibly sorry. I should have watched where I was going." You apologized profusely, taking a step back to give him a bit more personal space.
"Don't apologize, it's fine!" He started grinning like a fool after he realized who he was talking to. Your hair looked slightly out of place - probably a side effect from almost toppling over - but somehow, you still managed to look absolutely magnificent. His heart couldn’t help but skip a beat while he watched a faint blush rise to your cheeks.
And when a wide smile began to grace your lips, he almost thought that he would pass out. In a treacherous motion, he could feel that his own cheeks started to warm up now. How he hated this.
"Oh, thank you, Your Highness! I have just been so lost in thought that I didn't watch where I was going."
"Please, it's call me- I mean, please call me Vas- Nikola! Nikolai. Please call me Nikolai." Well done, he couldn't even introduce himself correctly anymore.
"Alright Nikolai," you let the name roll over your tongue slowly as if you were trying to savour its taste, "I'm not one for titles either, so feel free to call me Y/N." He wanted to answer, to say or do pretty much anything else, instead of just gaping at you as if you had grown a second head.
You had expected him to offer you a cheeky comment or a flirtatious smirk in response, but the cogs in his brain still seemed to process your words. It was odd, and not at all what you had expected. You had heard stories about the smug and cocky Ravkan king, who was never too shy to hand out brash compliments or whisper promiscuous promises into the ears of any young woman that would give him more than one minute of her time. The man standing in front of you seemed to be anything but that.
Before you could open your mouth to break the uncomfortable silence, a voice calling out his name and the clicking of heels could be heard coming from the corridor right next to him.
"Nikolai? Nikolai! Did you forget that we still have some correspondence to take care of today?" A slightly agitated Zoya came into view, eying you from head to toe, however, still giving you a polite nod.
"I should better get going. I didn’t mean to keep you from your work, Nikolai. Enjoy yourselves!” You gave him one last smirk before turning on your heels and continuing your way down the corridor.
“Thank you!” He didn’t even know what exactly he was thanking you for. “Have a great evening!” Zoya stifled a snort when she heard that.
“Nikolai, it’s not even time for lunch yet. The poor girl will think that she’s the one going crazy.” She remarked, her eyes drifting from watching you leave to Nikolai’s still mildly flustered state. She’d definitely remember this.
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“Why don’t you just marry Lady Y/L/N? She fits the criteria, she probably doesn’t plan to strangle you in your sleep, and you seem to have found quite the liking in her. That’s probably the best choice you have.” Zoya exclaimed, falling back into her chair as she continued to stare Nikolai down.
“I can’t.”
“And the reason for that is…? You need to give me more than that. I may be extremely lucky to have this many talents, but mind reading sadly isn’t one of them.”
“Keeping secrets isn’t really one of your many talents either, Zoya.” Nikolai averted his gaze, thinking that looking through another mountain of profiles would be way more comfortable than having to explain why he didn’t think that courting you would be possible.
“Lantsov, you’re not getting any younger, and you’re sure as hell not getting any prettier, no matter how long you’re trying to postpone this. Just tell me, and we can move on!” She was seconds away from tossing his royal ass out of the window but getting thrown in prison for the murder of the literal king wasn’t too desirable.
“I’m certain that she believes me to be an absolute fool.” The young king sighed, hiding the embarrassment on his face with one hand.
“Many people do. It would surprise me if your future wife wouldn’t think of you as such.”
“No, no, you don’t understand. I can’t even formulate one coherent sentence whenever she is around, and it is driving me mad! Whenever I attempt to make a move on her, every single logical thought abandons the ship and leaves me gaping like a fish on land.” He mumbled defeatedly. “She has to assume I’m just looking for an excuse not to be around her.”
This time, Zoya didn’t hold back the laugh she had been holding in. She didn’t know what she expected, but this definitely wasn’t it.
“Won’t you look at that? Ravka’s Sweetheart gets all hot and bothered in the presence of a girl he likes.” She took a sip from the glass of wine she was holding before returning her attention to a sulking Nikolai. “She’s the most suitable choice, Nikolai. Keep on pursuing her, until you’re one hundred per cent sure that she isn’t worth it. And maybe she thinks your nervousness is endearing? That would be a bit pathetic, but that seems to be your type.”
Apparently, Zoya also seemed to have a gift for clairvoyance, because her last two statements held more truth than she had envisioned.
You had picked up on Nikolai’s odd behaviour whenever he was around you quite soon after that first hallway encounter. At first, you thought that there had to be something wrong with you. How else could it be explained that you were the only girl at court he just couldn’t hold a conversation with? But soon enough you realized that it wasn’t apprehension, but genuine fluster that made him act like this. And it felt terrible admitting it, but you enjoyed using this information against him.
It had been three days since your last brief encounter with the king, and your mind was putting your quest of teasing him on the back burner. That was until you silently crept into the library of the Grand Palace, only to find him hunched over a heap of books, occasionally taking notes or letting out a huffed breath.
“Nikolai?” You mused, sauntering over to him with an innocent smile on your lips. The blond had to do a double-take when he saw you appear from behind the shelves. Saints, someone should really open a window.
“Lad- Y/N!” He gave you a strained smile, slyly straightening his back and smoothing out his sleeves. Did his hair sit properly? Did his breath smell? Did he-
“What are you doing here this late?” You leaned against the desk opposite Nikolai, your upper body slightly bent over the table, very visibly accentuating your cleavage. You really would be the death of him.
He haggled for the right words to say, but everything inside his mind screamed at him to abort the mission. He wasn’t ready to talk. Not when the two of you were completely alone, and you looked like a literal Saint.
“Reading.” He forced out, immediately regretting that he even opened his mouth.
“Oh?” You asked quizzically, rounding the table to stand beside him, giving yourself a better look at the books in front of him. One of your hands rested on the backrest of his chair - dangerously close to touching his neck or playing with his hair - and the other hand laid on the edge of the desk. “What are you reading?” You could have just turned the book around to see for yourself, but you were set on toying with him for a bit.
“Ravkan and Fjerdan poeti- political relationships.” He had to stifle a cough after he felt the soft breeze of your breath hit his neck. You were close. Very close.
“Care for some company?” Nikolai’s eyes met yours as he considered the possibility of having you stay here. He would probably get nothing done, but he had the chance to finally make a move. That’s what he imagined, at least.
“Gladly.”
“Very well then.” That’s all you needed to hear before pulling out your own novel and sitting down in the chair right next to him.
As he had already suspected, he couldn’t even get through one page without allowing his eyes to wander towards you. And whenever he caught himself doing so, he had already forgotten what he had read only mere seconds before. He knew that you were quite literally just trying to read your book, but even that simple gesture made his heart beat a thousand times faster.
“Oh dear!” You uttered after taking a quick glance at the grandfather clock in the corner. “I’ve been in here for almost three hours! I should really leave you alone now, Nikolai. I still have a few duties to fulfil.” A faint chuckle left your lips, as you finished speaking, watching the man next to you gawk at the clock in disbelief. Three hours had passed, and he had neither finished any of his work nor managed to ask you out. Maybe he should allow Zoya to kill him. He supposed that death would be more welcoming than whatever little spiel fate had concocted for him.
There were two more instances of you absolutely giving him hell. And oddly, both of them included a territory that he should’ve had the upper hand in. The training grounds.
Nikolai wasn’t too keen on wasting any thought about sparring or other physical activities today. But staying inside the Palace would result in Zoya berating him about finally choosing a wife, so he preferred prancing around with a sword for a few hours.
However, his attention was promptly seized by hearing a burst of loud wholehearted laughter coming from the direction of the archery area. Without thinking, he allowed himself to take a look at whatever was going on over there.
He watched you talking to one of the archery instructors, a wide smile on your face as you excitedly listened to her while she explained something to you. You looked like some sort of mythical creature out of a folksong and he couldn’t help but smile at that thought.
Something inside him told him to move and before he could even start considering all of the negative outcomes of that thought, he already began walking towards you.
“Your Highness!” The woman next to you gave him a curt nod as she noticed him approaching. You felt a grin tug at the corners of your lips as you saw who she was greeting.
“Good afternoon, may I ask what is going on here?” Nikolai tried his best to not let his gaze wander over to you. He was sure that if he’d spend too much time looking at you, he would lose his capacity to form sentences again.
“I was just about to teach Lady Y/L/N how to properly shoot an arrow. She seems to be rather interested in the craft, but I sadly don’t have too much time today to show her everything.” The teacher rasped, letting her fingers run over the wooden part of the bow.
“As I mentioned earlier, I can also come back another ti-”
“I could show you.” Both of your gazes instantly flicked over to the young king, who was currently cursing himself for not being able to just shut up. Now he had to run with it.
“Are you sure?” You asked softly, raising an eyebrow to underline your question. “You don’t have to. I assume you’re terribly busy.”
“No, I, uhm, I insist.” He reassured, taking the bow from the instructor and signalling to her that he would take over now.
Only when he thought about what he was actually supposed to do, he started to realize what he had gotten himself into.
“Archery is a delicate skill.” He began, handing you the bow and arrow. “Everything stands and falls with how adept your aim is.” You took the arrow and adjusted it on the bowstring, imitating the posture you had seen many times before. Nikolai stood behind you, carefully monitoring your moves, whilst also trying not to get overwhelmed by your closeness. “Try to, you know, uhm, aim. Aim for the heart, I mean.” Saints, he sounded stupid.
“Like this?” You asked smugly, leaning back a bit closer to him and roughly pointing the arrow in the direction of the training puppet’s chest.
“No, you need- you have to-” He took a deep breath, stepping even closer to you now. “Look.” Both his hands found their way to yours. One helped you steady your grip on your bow, while the other corrected your aim ever so slightly. Your skin felt like lightning underneath his fingertips, and for a moment, he was glad that he could simply visualize his thoughts without having to embarrass himself by being a stuttering mess.
He pulled the arm that held onto the arrow back a bit, permitting you to shoot. However, he completely underestimated your proximity, especially the proximity to your elbows. Whether that was because of his lack of archery mentorship experience or simply because he was too focused on you was something he didn't want to answer. As soon as you let go of the arrow, your elbow flew back, right into his chest with full force, causing him to stumble backwards.
“Nikolai!” You yelped, cringing at the sight of the violently coughing blond behind you. This was not how any of you had hoped this would turn out. "Saints, are you alright!?"
“Good shot." He choked out as you hastily dropped the bow to help him stand. Against all odds, the arrow had gone straight into the centre of the target, however, you had other worries to tend to.
"Did I hurt you?" Your hands held on tightly to the fabric of his sleeves, fearing that one measly blow might have managed to knock the air right out of him.
"Fine. I mean, I'm fine." He sputtered, admittedly distracted by the feeling of your hands on his biceps. Your touch was practically scorching his skin without even having to make skin contact. He was definitely going insane.
"We really should stop making violence the climax of our interactions."
This wouldn't ring true, of course.
The next time you ventured down to the makeshift training grounds a few days later, you were met with the sight of Nikolai and Tolya practising their sword fighting skills. You kept an eye on them for a while before actually venturing down to the men.
It was as if Nikolai could sense your presence because as soon as you stepped closer to the platform, his gaze met yours. This brief distraction gave Tolya enough time to deliver one heavy swing to the base of his sparring partner's sword, disarming him in the blink of an eye.
Nikolai stared at the discarded sword and then back up at the Shu man in front of him. He rarely ever lost these kinds of duels, especially not because of some minor mistake like losing his focus. Things such as the size or competence of his opponent didn't matter substantially, since he had the advantage of being quick on his feet and the knowledge on how to outsmart the majority of his competition. Only losing because you were around seemed to be another act of fate telling him that he wasn't able to function properly when you were around.
"Lady Y/L/N." The mountain of a man greeted you happily, curtly shaking hands with Nikolai before walking off to bother his sister and her wife.
Again, the king seemed to have a frog stuck in his throat. He just couldn't get a word to leave his mouth. Instead, he continued to ogle at you with a hint of humiliation flashing over his features.
This time barely anyone could really blame him for that though. Your usually bright and well-put-together wardrobe, consisting of colourful dresses or professional-looking robes, we're now replaced by the suitable training attire one would expect a Lady to frown at.
Unable to string a coherent sentence together, he raised his eyebrows, vaguely motioning up and down your body with the hope that you would understand his unsaid question. Saints, he really felt stupid.
"Cat got your tongue, Nikolai?" You laughed, skipping up the stairs to face him properly. If your eyes weren't trying to deceive you, you could have sworn that he was blushing when you approached him. "Or did my utterly enchanting appearance simply take away your breath?" He gave you an unintelligible answer before just nodding in defeat.
“It’s just that, uhm, Lady- I mean, it’s just not wh-” He attempted futilely, but you were quick to cut him off.
“I know, I know. This flattering article of clothing is not really what people would expect me to wear. But I thought it would be nice to get some training done, or else my joints might begin to rust.”
“Training?” Nikolai blurted out, utterly bewildered. It wasn’t entirely unusual for the women at court to receive some sort of self-defence training - not all royal men were as decent as he was - but it was pretty unlikely for them to indulge in actual combat training.
“I used to sword fight with my older brothers whenever I had the time to do so. I’m not particularly good at it though.” That was a slight lie. You didn’t necessarily look the part, but in reality, you were talented when it came to dealing with a sword. However, that was a fact you’d rather keep to yourself, not wanting others to see you as brash or brutish.
“Oh.” He grinned, a new idea on how to get over his nervousness popped into his head. Maybe a nice little training session would do your relationship some good.
“Oh?”
“Do you, uhm, want me to- Would you like me to train with you?” He internally patted himself on the shoulder for finally managing to string together one mildly coherent sentence. And he could pat himself on the shoulder once more when he noticed the playful nature of your expression.
“If you dare.” You teased, picking up the discarded sparring sword off of the ground.
Both of you readied yourselves - you giving him a short bow before taking the position across from him. With the motion of a hand, he signalled to begin, being quick to do so.
His first move was bold, way too bold for it to actually be effective. You parried his blow with an agile countermove, warding him off strongly enough to force him to take a step back. This dance continued for a while longer, with only a few attacks actually coming from you, while you were mainly busying yourself with fighting off his advances.
There was one move you weren’t able to fight off.
He had only retracted his hand for a split second before he sprang forward again, a fierce blow disarming you immediately. However, that wasn’t the end of it. You could’ve still reached for the weapon, but he quickly blocked that move with his own, putting the unsharpened blade to your throat and pulling you against his chest. None of that was done with any real force, but his brashness still managed to catch you slightly off-guard.
You didn’t let allow him to bathe in his supposed victory any more than needed. If he wanted to play dirty, so could you. You cocked your head to the side just enough to face him. He was already slightly overwhelmed by you being pinned against his chest, so you knew that any sense of flirtatiousness coming from you, would make his brain go into shutdown.
It took you one cheeky wink to make him gape at you again. So without thinking about it, your foot slid behind his, abruptly bringing it forward to make him lose balance. He stumbled for a moment before clumsily falling backwards, however, also taking you down with him.
With a groan coming from Nikolai, you tumbled right on top of him, staying on his chest for a second to catch your breath. When you dared to open your eyes, your face was only inches from his. If either of you had decided to be especially bold, you would have probably finally put each other out of your self-imposed misery. However, neither of you dared to do so.
You barely saw him the following week. Which shouldn’t have been such a bad thing if the failed training session from the week prior wasn’t so engrained in both of your minds. You wanted to see him. No, you needed to see him. It was time to end your teasing spree - even though you did thoroughly enjoy it - and make the first move. Because Saints know whether Nikolai would ever have it in him to ask you out himself.
“Nikolai?” You cracked open the door to his sitting just enough to look inside. His eyes snapped to meet yours, the previous tiredness vanishing from his chestnut-coloured eyes. He gave you an inviting nod, and you accepted his offer gracefully.
“Lady Y/N- Lady- I mean-” He cut himself off, pinching the bridge of his nose before taking a deep breath. “Listen, I’m sorry, this, this is starting to get embarrassing. It’s just that-”
“I know.” You stopped him in his ramblings, only leaving him with a confused expression.
“You know?” He took a sharp breath, suddenly feeling as if a rug had been pulled from beneath his feet.
“You haven’t been that subtle over the last few weeks, so yes, Nikolai. I know that you have feelings for me.” You watched as his face went through at least a hundred emotions, ranging from relief to shock.
“Wait,” He paused, his brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape. “You were aware of my feelings the entire time?”
“That’s what I’m implying.” Now he genuinely felt like an idiot.
“You did all of that teasing on purpose?”
“Well, I wouldn’t really call it teasing. I was just waiting for you to make the first move.” You gave him a playful wink, sitting down at the edge of his desk right in front of him in a last act of riling him up. “But I figured that I didn’t want to wait until I’m old and wrinkly, so I might as well take matters into my own hand.”
“Take matters into-” You didn’t allow him to finish, instead pressing a brash kiss against his lips. This could either go terribly wrong or terribly right.
Thankfully, Nikolai was ready to answer this question. All of a sudden, all of his nervousness seemed to have vanished into thin air. With a swift move, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you off the desk and into his lap whilst returning the kiss with even more urgency. He didn’t regret not making the first move now. At last, there were no words left to be said.
“Does that mean that I can finally stop wasting my time looking for your future bride?” Zoya called into the room, almost causing you to fall off of his lap. “I suppose they won’t be needed anymore.”
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cuttergauthier · 6 months
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New Leaf | One
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Au Summary: In which a hockey sister falls for her enemy who also happens to be her brother's new teammate.  Yn Matthews and Matthew Knies never got along, what happens when Matthew becomes a Maple Leaf.
Matthew Knies x Matthews au
ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN
Social Media | Real Life
National Hockey League | Toronto Maple Leaf
Word Count: 1.3k 
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Warning: This Story will contain Mature Language, Alcohol consumption, Against, fluff, Time jumps
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I’ve been living in Toronto for the past two years. I’m a sophomore at the University of Toronto.
My older brother Auston plays for the Toronto Maple Leafs. When he first moved to Toronto, I missed him a lot so I decided to apply to Toronto. When I got excepted Auston was excited to be close to me again. Even though he’s 5 years older than me I’ve always been closer to him.
My first year here I lived in a dorm room, this year I wanted to live on my own so my brother helped me find an apartment where I could afford on my own even though he argued about it, I never want to have to depend on my brother for his money, even though he keeps saying he doesn’t care, but when I told him I wanted to pay for my own place he agree after about a month as long the apartment was in a safe neighbourhood.
This morning my brother called me after I got out of class to ask if I wanted to go watch their practice. I had nothing to do so I said yes.
The guys have been like my brothers since the moment I met them all, they always have my back. Auston said that Steph was going to be there, she’s Mitch’s Fiancé, she is the wag who I’ve always been the closest with since the day I met her, she became like an older sister to me. I tell her everything, if I ever need advice, she’s the one I talk to.
I took an uber to the arena since Steph and I always go out for coffee after we do this. I finally arrived at the arena and made my way to the stands to meet Steph.
When she saw me she smiled, she pulled me in a hug.
“It’s so good to see you, I miss you” she said, I chuckled.
“You literally saw me two days ago” I said
“I know but I still missed you”
“I missed you to”
We sat down and started talking, the guys aren’t on the ice yet.
“You’re going to see the new rookie today,” she said smiling.
“New rookie?” I asked confused
“Yeah, his college season just ended so the leafs signed him”
“Oh nice”
“According to Mitch, he’s really good and he’s your age,” she said, smirking.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“well you are single”
“Oh shut up” I said laughing.
“He’s number 23” she said as the boys started to get on the ice.
I looked up and saw who she was talking about, he looks familiar.
“What’s his name?”
“Um I think Mitch said Matt Knies” she said
I whipped my head around and looked at her with wide eyes.
“WHAT!?” I whispered.
Her eyes widened.
“Yeah, why?”
“Because I know him, why did the leafs have to sign him?” I sighed.
“What’s wrong with him? according to Mitch he’s really good.”
“I know he is… he’s from Arizona, we have the same friends back home, we went to the same high school but we never got along.”
“Omg really? Does your brother know about this?” she asked
“He might I don’t know, I never mentioned him before, really i’m closer with the doan’s and knies’ brother Phil”
“Well maybe it’s a sign for you guys to finally get along since you’re both in the same city again” she said smiling.
“I hope because if not, being in Toronto is going to feel like hell”
“It will be fine, don’t worry, and I’m sure if he says or does something, your brother and the guys will have your back” she said smiling. I gave her a soft smile.
We continued watching practice, once it was over the guys started making there way off the ice, Mich, Auston and matthew are standing by the bench talking. Mitch turned our way and waved happily, he might be 26 but he acts like a kid sometimes. Steph and I waved back chuckling. Both Auston and Matthew looked our way, Matthew looked straight at me shocked, his jaw dropped. He regained his composure before my brother or Mitch noticed.
Once they got off the ice, Steph looked at me smirking.
“What?”
“He definitely noticed you” she said, chuckling.
“Shut up” I scoffed.
We made our way out of the arena and to Steph’s car. Steph started Driver to (Your Favorite coffee place). Once we got there we both ordered our coffees and sat down at a table closest to the window.
Steph looked at me and smiled.
“What now?” i asked chuckling.
“What is it between you and Matthew that you don’t get along?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. We’ve been going to the same school since we were kids, we both had the same friends like I said, I was close with Gracie Doan while her brother was close with Matthew, as we grew up, we all became like a group all of us along with Matthew’s older brother. He’s just been a jerk to me since middle school, it never changed” I told her honestly.
“Have you ever thought that maybe he has a crush on you? I mean that’s usually what kids do when they have a crush” she said.
I scoffed.
“There’s no way Matthew ever had a crush on me.”
“You never know Yn, what about you, have you ever had a crush on him?” she asked curiously. I laughed.
“Obviously, i’m not blind, he's good looking steph” i said smiling, too bad he’s a jerk when it comes to me. Steph smiled before taking a drink of her coffee.
“Well, let’s hope something good comes from him being in toronto and being your brother’s teammate.” she said
“Same but i doubt it’ll end with us getting together steph”
“Never say never Yn” she said smirking. I shock my head in disbelief.
“Yeah, yeah whatever” i said and she laughed.
“Moving on, how are your classes? Are you almost done?” she asked
“Yeah, i only have one exam left then year 2 will be over” i said smiling.
“I’m glad”
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Steph dropped me off at my apartment. It’s now noon, I took my school stuff out of my bag so I could study a little for my exam.
I studied for about an hour before taking a break. I went on my phone and texted Phil, Matthew’s brother, he’s one of my closest friends.
Yn: Why couldn’t you have warned me that your brother signed?!?!
Phil: Thought it would be a good surprise 🤪
Yn: I hate you so much right now!
Phil: No you don’t!
Phil: Did you see him?
Yn: Yes! I went to watch practice earlier with Steph, she’s the one who told me, then I saw him!
Phil: Sorry Yn :/ Did he see you?
Yn: Yes and he was shocked!
Phil: You two are going to have to get a long sometime!
Yn: You know damn well that won’t happen anytime soon!
Phil: Let me dream!
Yn: 😂
Phil: I’ll see you in a few days, we're coming down to Toronto For his NHL debut! (Pretend His debut was in Toronto)
Yn: At least i get to see you and your parents!
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velvrei · 5 months
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getting into a heated argument w chad (perhaps about another girl trying to make a move on chad, but he’s a bit dumb and didn’t notice), so the reader is yelling, and it’s quite hot. eventually, chad stops replying and just stands there w his mouth open, and it ends w smut 🫶🏽 (sub! chad pls)
omg this is my favorite request so far. my apologies for the extremely long wait, school & sports have been keeping me extremely busy!
my cowboy
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pairing : chad meeks martin x reader
summary : at the party, girls are flirting with chad & he’s so naive he doesn’t realize that he does it back. you point that out to him, and teach him a very aggressive lesson.
warnings : REALLY sub!chad, smut, little angst, reader handcuffs and blindfolds chad 🫣 use of mommy, mentions of slapping, finger sucking, chad has a degradation kink, argument scene, chad worshipping reader, dumb chad tbh, unprotected sex (wrap ur willy dawg), slight pda
word count : 6k+
authors note : lowercase intended, inspired by the scene of kirsten durst choking and domming her man in the show “on becoming a god in central florida”. (it was so hot so i had to write a fic inspired by it)
nsfw under the cut
the weekly parties at blackmore university were one of the wonderful benefits of being a college freshman. you weren’t new to parties, but as a freshman you were newly introduced and instantly gained interest.
loud music was playing, and you could smell alcohol and perspiration in the air. normally, you would have felt repulsed by it and cringed. but you were preoccupied with seeing what was happening in front of you.
chad, your boyfriend, was talking to one of the girls that cheered for his football team. the girl seemed to be getting a little touchy, her hand on his bicep.
“easy there, tiger.” mindy from your right spoke, watching your anger remain the same as you paid no attention to her. “your spilling your drink over there.” anika added, taking the drink from your hand and pouring it out into the sink near you, “she’s not even listening to me.” she mumbled. warning a cackle from mindy.
you watched as chad smiled and looked around. you, being petty, turned your head toward mindy so he couldn’t find you. if he wanted to flirt with other girls, he can’t just come find you as a backup after. you knew that wasn’t actually how he was thinking, he was probably unaware and searching for you, but you didn’t care.
mindy rolled her eyes at you and threw away your smashed drinking cup, turning to you and looking you directly in the eye. she waved a hand over your face, “earth to y/n.”
you finally snapped out of your angry trance and looked at her, slightly. “what?” anika laughed and wrapped her arm around mindy, who’s as slightly tipsy. “why are you about to start rage crying?”
you shook your head, trying to forget all the hateful feelings you'd just gotten toward the cheerleader who obviously knew you and chad were together. you and chad literally had matching costumes, for god sake. however, his was just a little sluttier than yours. part of you wanted to be petty and change that. a deftones song started playing, you took that as your sign to go cause some chaos.
you turned to the two girls, giving them a small thank you. they both shared a confused laugh and watched you run away and out of the room.
you quickly went to your dorm, which was only down the hallway, and looked through your closet. you smiled when you found the top your roommate, tara had given you.
you smiled and took off your tank top that once fully covered your body, now replacing it with the skimpy top from tara.
chad hadn’t seen your costume on you yet, let alone you. you showed him the costume itself, but not on you, so he was in for a little surprise after your change due to your pettiness.
your skimpy top from tara consisted of cloth the length of your bra, practically a bikini top, as it tied around your back and purposefully showed your cleavage. you decided to keep your tiny midi skirt on, cuffing it up a bit and looking at yourself in the mirror.
you smiled at yourself before taking a mirror selfie, grabbing your phone and exiting the room, feeling much more confident than you did before. it was fun being petty.
you made your way down the hall and back into the party room, feeling in your element as you saw a table with multiple alcohol bottles. you grabbed two full, unopened bottles of liquor and brought them to where your friends were.
around you was tara, mindy, anika, wes, ethan, quinn, and some other people you didn't know the names of. chad was no where to be seen.
you tried not to let that bother you, as you approached, earning loud whistles and howls from your group of friends.
"oh my god, who are you?" tara asked with a huge smile, covering her mouth, pretending to be in shock. you shrugged and smiled, hearing the music and starting to dance, moving your hips from side to side.
you set both of the bottles down onto the table and looked at your friends, using your finger to decided which friend you wanted. you started swaying and looked at all of them, "someone get the fuck up and come dance with me!"
tara was the first to stand up, her bandana on her head slightly falling, making anika and mindy giggle to each other.
mindy mumbled to anika, "watch, when chad comes back he's gonna see them twerking on the dance floor." she said, jokingly as she watched the two girls start swaying their hips and grinding on each other to waka flocka flame.
anika turned to her girlfriend, "ten bucks they have angry sex tonight." holding her hand out, she watched as mindy's expression changed to sour.
mindy's eyes widened and she turned to to anika, "ew, anika, i don't wanna think about my twin brother angrily banging his girlfriend!" mindy stopped and rolled her eyes, putting her hand to anika's, "deal."
meanwhile, you and tara were grinding on each other on the dance floor, not taking notice of anybody around you, until tara spotted a certain cowboy from the corner of her eye.
she stopped, and tapped your shoulder, music too loud to hear her words so she brought her hand and lips to your ear, “chad’s eyeing you, on your right.” she whispered somewhat discreetly, and you waited a second and caught a glimpse of your right.
you noticed chad’s usually happy, handsome expression, but watching as it fell, and his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed his spit. his gulp was hard to miss and you continued watching his eyes as they skimmed down your body. his eye twitched, almost making you giggle. he was basically eye-fucking you.
he didn’t even notice your gaze until he snapped out of his trance, looking at you with wide eyes. however, you did nothing about it. just smiled and blew him a kiss. you didn’t even see what he did after that because you went back for dancing with tara.
but, boy, did you have a hold on him.
the rest of the hour you didn’t even bat an eye at chad, no matter how many countless times he tried getting your attention, you ignored it.
now, you were sat on a couch, surrounded by your friend group discussing what ever the hell came to mind.
chad, on the other hand, was no where to be seen. you obviously cared for him, but in that moment you let your petty wife take over and would figure out where he went, later.
“this party is kinda boring, let’s amp it up a little bit. tara, truth or dare, girl?” mindy, who was half drunk, spoke, her words slurring together as anika laughed at her side.
tara placed her head in her hands, pretending to think for a minute before answering, “dare, duh.”
mindy and anima turned to each other and discussed for a second, as if they didn’t already have a dare in mind.
“i,” mindy started, but anika interrupted, “not her, we,” mindy rolled her eyes and corrected herself, purposely over exaggerating it, “WE, dare you to make out with ethan.”
you couldn’t help but laugh as you watched the brunette boy’s eyes widen, like a deer in headlights who was just taken aback. ethan swallowed hard, looking at tara, who was eyeing him like a snack she wanted to devour.
the situation made you laugh, as tara stood up and walked over to ethan. mindy and anika shared looks, as tara bent down to whisper into ethan’s ear. everyone watched carefully, and with a nod of ethan’s head, tara smashed her lips onto his and straddled him.
mindy gasped, watching the two horny teens brawl it out with their tongues, “holy shit! i was not expecting that!”
everyone howled and cheered, laughing along. you couldn’t help but cheer and laugh too, your best friend was making out with your boyfriends best friend.
speaking of your boyfriend, where was he?
you removed your eyes from the two horny teens and searched around the room, looking for the gorgeous man you call yours, but he was no where to be seen. you checked your phone, no text messages from him either.
you tried to think nothing of it, but your mind kept slipping every little while as the truth or dare game continued.
after a painful two minutes of tara and ethan’s kiss, tara hopped off of him, wiping her mouth. you giggled when you saw ethan’s mouth area smeared with shiny, sparkly lip gloss.
tara sat back in her seat next to you like nothing happened. she turned to anika, “anika, truth or dare.”
anika laughed, “after seeing all that i’m saying truth.”
mindy gasped, placing her hand on her heart, pretending to be offended. “you don’t wanna aggressively make out with me as a dare?” she spoke quickly.
she looked at her girlfriend as if she had betrayed her. anika couldn’t help but laugh even more, “we can do that any other time, my love.”
tara cleared her throat before questioning the couple. “kiss marry kill, this group right here, plus chad, not including mindy.” your lips pursed at the mentions of chad, watching as anika’s shot you a look and her face changed.
“not my twin!” mindy whined. anika rolled her eyes and thought for a moment.
“well, i’ll start off with y/n,” mindy’s mouth fell open as if she wasn’t expecting that, anika began explaining herself, “she knows how to deal with a meeks-martin twin and that takes some serious commitment, so, i’d marry her.”
mindy rolled her eyes as anika continued speaking, “kiss wes,” as soon as those words left anika’s mouth mindy gasped. “what?!”
anika giggled and continued, “i’ve seen how wes treats his girlfriend, very gentlemanly. i respect that.” anika’s words made wes smile shyly from the corner.
“aaaand, i’d kill ethan. no reasoning really i just know him the least out of everybody, no hard feelings, kid.” ethan shrugged.
ethan had no clue what anika had just said but he still nodded. poor boy was still replaying his kiss with tara in his tipsy mind.
anika smiled and started looking at her potential candidates for the question she was about to ask, but then noticed an absence. “where’s chad?”
anika looked at you, which you shrugged. “i haven’t really talked to him sense i came back, matter of fact i haven’t really spoke to him at all, tonight.”
anika’s eyebrows raised, but she stopped and her face changed, from a confused frown to a sneaky smirk. “i see what’s going on here.”
you, had no idea what the fuck she was talking about. “what are you talking about, anika?”anika and mindy shared a sneaky look as anika continued her words.
“you saw chad talking to a girl and got jealous, then went and changed into something,” anika used to her hand to gesture to your new outfit, “obviously sexier, chad saw you, and now he’s is no where to be seen? i know what’s going on, here, missy.” anika spoke like a fourty year old mother.
you were still confused as ever, so mindy rolled her eyes and stepped in, literally, she almost fell over.
“chad’s probably either off trying to make you jealous, or he thought you looked to hot in that costume and couldn’t contain his sexual urges.”
mindy gagged at her own sentence, “i’m never speaking about my brother like that again.” she mumbled under her breath, earning a slap in the shoulder from anika, to which mindy whined at.
your mouth fell open and you laughed, “i-“ you went to speak but didn’t really know what you wanted to say.
“i- i don’t know?” you said with a laugh, watching anika and mindy as they smirked at each other, “i should probably go find him, though, i’m worried, he’s not answering my texts.”
they nodded as you stood, slipping your phone back into your purse. the group blew you kisses goodbye and you left the living room in search of your boyfriend.
you went into the kitchen, looking for chad but finding some juice boxes in mindy and anika’s fridge instead and snatching one for yourself.
you struggled to punch the straw through the hole, and heard a laugh from behind you.
your turned and saw this guy from your econ class, dressed as what looked like a witch, walking up to you and putting his hands out. “ do you need help with that?”
his british accent was faint, you didn’t remember him having one, let alone him in general, but you asked no further questions. “sure, thank you.”
the guy opened the juice box using the straw with ease, and smiled down at you as he handed it back.
“i’m foster, by the way,” he spoke, smiling.
it was almost as if his teeth had that toothpaste commercial shine and you couldn’t help but notice how white and perfect his teeth were.
he put out his hand, and after a few seconds of debating you shook it, giving him an awkward smiling before looking around you.
“foster it was nice speaking to you, but i really need to find my boyfriend,” you said, emphasizing the word boyfriend and watching as his face changed.
he threw his hands up as a defensive, “oh, i’m sorry, please resume whatever you were doing, my lady,” he noticed the weird look you gave him and went to explain himself.
“sorry if i’m coming strong, i’m like really gay, and kind of drunk.”
tou laughed at that and tapped his shoulder when you spotted a certain buff cowboy over his shoulder across the room. “no problem foster, it was nice speaking to you, i’ll see you in class, tomorrow.”
and with that you said no other words to the witch, walking over to your boyfriend.
however, you stopped about halfway, noticing a drink in his hand, and a short, pretty blonde girl in front of him.
she was laughing at something he said. you rolled your eyes, knowing damn well your boyfriend wasn’t that funny.
you set your juice box down on the counter and walked over to the two. your boyfriend noticed as you got closer but the girl purposely paid no attention to you.
chad saw you and his face lit up, "hi y/n!" he spoke lightly, almost innocently, as if he had no clue in the world what that girl wanted from him.
you grabbed his hand and turned to the blonde cheerleader in front of him, shooting her the dirtiest look you could gather, "if you excuse me, sweetie, my boyfriend and i are gonna go have sex, now, so," you spat.
you watched as her face changed to a disgusted, but annoyed look. you shooed her along before dragging chad up the stairs.
chad started questioning you as you practically yanked him.
"baby, what's wrong?"
"hello?"
"y/n, are you okay?"
"where are you taking me?"
"why were you so mean to her?"
that last question really bursted your little bubble of anger, as you brought him inside a clean, empty room and slammed the door behind the both of you. you turned to him, jaw clenched, and your eyes heavy. not from tiredness, but from anger. you didn't even know that was possible.
“you’re really going to ask that right now?”
your words sent chad into a regretful trance, trying desperately to figure out what could be so wrong with him talking to another girl, let alone a stereotypical beauty queen.
there was no way he was that naive to not know how bad that girl wanted him, how badly she craved to be in your spot. but she couldn’t, you would never let that happen. and until today you always thought chad would fight the girls off. he was either extremely stupid, or just wanted a good rise out of you.
“i guess?” chad’s tone broke due to his obvious voice crack. however, he cleared his throat and repeated himself more confidently. “i guess.”
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, the frustration building up in your body as your mind replayed the scene over and over again. she was touching his arm, laughing at all his stupid, unfunny jokes. looking at him the same way you did when he first dropped to his knees for you.
“you guess? what the fuck does that even mean?” chad’s eyes widened and his face filled with anger, matching your expression.
“it means that i didn’t know what the hell she wanted! not every girl has bad intentions! maybe she just wanted a friend!”
you watched as he spoke, his eyes changing, his hands flailing as a shivered from his own words. chad could’ve spotted your anger from a mile away if he really chose to focus on it, but he didn’t. and that was the problem.
he wasn’t as naive and stupid as you claimed for him to be, he just didn’t take the time to realize what was wrong and how it could’ve affected you.
but he still was a little dumb, especially when it came to other girls.
“she wanted you the same way i do, chad, you’re fucking stupid if you can’t see that!”
it wasn’t your intention to get so vile with your words, practically shouting them in his face, while all he could do was watch.
chad’s jaw clenched, and he swallowed thickly. “i am not stupid.” he spat through his teeth, his words slightly muffled.
your heavy breathing started to slow down as you closed your eyes and turned around, placing two of your hands on your head in attempt to control your anger. you swallowed, your pants now simple breaths.
to him, your eyes felt like newly sharpened daggers, his eyes watched your movements carefully, trying not to get cut.
he didn’t move a muscle, eyes tracing you as you slowly, turned back around, eyes meeting his and he could see the real amount of anger displayed on your usual timid face.
“if you’re not stupid,” you started, speaking slower than before but with the same amount of anger. “how couldn’t you tell that girl wanted you?”
before you continued, you laughed a little.
it wasn’t a joyful one, it was a feeling or betrayal. overall the situation wasn’t that serious, but you felt as if he was disobeying you, disrespecting you, in any way he could just to get into your pants.
chad kept up with his defense from before, “she doesn’t want me, y/n.” his words were firm, possible to send the feeling of daggers straight through your heart.
you sighed, a frustrated smile appearing on your face. you began laughing, not too much, but slightly. chad watched as your maniac behavior continued, his eyes following your limp body as you almost curled into a ball, wanting for him to just understand but he was to naive to be able.
“whatever, chad.”
was all you said. he felt his heart hurt a little. he wish he could’ve went back and tried to be more understanding, but what was said was already out and processed, so he could do nothing but try to fix it. you sat down onto the empty bed, head in your hands as you took deep breaths to try and contain your anger from bursting out.
he cleared his throat. “don’t whatever, me.” was all he said. his voice still babbling with anger; he hadn’t taken the time to contain it like you were attempting.
he watched as you stayed there, not moving, so he spoke again. “i said,” he spoke, louder than last time. “don’t whatever, me.” in any other moment you would’ve been laughing at his stupid use of grammar, but at this moment, you were more focused on his tone, and how he was talking to you.
you stood up quickly and walked toward him, standing up for yourself as you were only a foot away from him.
“chad, i’ll whatever whoever the hell i want! apparently it doesn’t matter to you, what if i was out there flirting with some white boy? wouldn’t make you feel the best would it?” the shouting apparently wasn’t over, you shouted that whole statement. chad’s jaw clenched once more.
“no, i guess i wouldn’t but i wouldn’t be mad at you cause of it! it wouldn’t be your fault!” he yelled, defending himself.
your eyes practically rolled themselves, “yes it would be! because i would be letting him think that he has a chance! if i really loved you, i would walk the fuck away, and try to find you! that’s exactly what i would do! and i did!”
chad’s face was angry until the last part of your sentence. his face filled with jealous, he asked, “what?!”
you sighed, and threw your hands up, “this guy was talking to me! i showed no interest in him and walked. the fuck. away. it’s not that difficult if you’re really invested in someone else, chad!”
his jaw clenched even tighter, blowing aggressive air out of his nostrils as he just stared you down. he watched, debating what to say, as if he was trying to hold himself back from saying something he’d regret.
“you don’t always have to be such a bitch.”
those words sent you over the edge, you lunged forward and slapped his face, hard. it was unintentional, the slap just kind of happened. you realized what you did after and your eyes widened, but then remembered what he said, and anger and guilt washed over your gorgeous face.
chad’s cowboy hat fell off of his head and to his back, the tiny string holding on to his neck as chad traced the slightly red finger prints with his fingers.
chad blew out some air, through his nose and his clenched teeth, as he watched you again, thinking of what to say next.
“that cheerleader wouldn’t have slapped me.”
you examined his face carefully, looking deep into his eyes, seeing lust now overtaking his anger. you swallowed and slapped his face again, this time, lighter but still firmly, and on the other side.
you watched a rush of excitement rush through his eyes, he almost smiled after you slapped him. his mouth fell open and he rubbed his red cheek, he was almost in awe. he didn’t even have to say more, you lightly tapped his cheek again.
chad sucked in a quick breath. you couldn’t help but smile, watching as his face looked desperate as ever.
chad went to speak again but you grabbed him by his throat, bringing him closer to you, and making him crouch down so his head was now slightly below yours.
his eyes looked up at you submissively, longing for more of your touch and you couldn’t help but watch, and almost laugh at how pathetic and cute he looked at the same time. chad swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing, tickling your hand.
the way your eyes shot down at him almost made him cum right there. you looked gorgeous, especially when your mind filled with thoughts of dominating him until he can’t take it anymore.
he almost whimpered, as you brought him to his knees, and he immediately broke when you let go of his neck.
“please,” he spoke, quietly, as if he was embarrassed of the position he was in. you lightly stroked his hair before yanking it back, so he looked up at you.
you cleared your throat, “please, what? speak louder.”
your mean tone turned him on even more, he felt his stomach flutter full with butterflies. chad whined once more. you let free of your grip on his hair and his body collapsed to the ground. his hands on the floor, as if he was praising you, he avoided eye contact and started rambling little words.
“please, m- mommy, i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry, for everything i said, how can i- how can i make it up to you? i- i’ll do anything, please,”
you listened to his words carefully, hearing his voice cracks that made it more pathetic, making it more genuine.
you swallowed hard, it was kind of difficult to stay composed when your big, buff, 6’3, boyfriend was on his knees begging for your forgiveness. he was so submissive when he wanted to be, and you loved it.
“come on, baby, on the bed, i’ll help you out.”
his pulse skipped a beat when your hands touched his chest, and he immediately stood up after hearing your words. he sat on the bed as you drew nearer to him, his eyes following you. he exhaled deeply as you passionately kissed his soft lips.
after looking in chad's eyes for any signs of pain as you withdrew, to which you found none, you placed your lips against his once more.
chad sighed into the kiss, his ferocious cravings finally sated, and he felt himself growing more and more horny by the second just from the sensation of your lips on his.
he wanted you, bad.
he couldn’t help but whimper as your hands continually roamed down his muscular frame, fingernails trailing his abs making him squirm, and moan into your mouth, your lips disconnected and he sweared under his breath, trying not to loose it at the thought of you pleasing him.
“sense you said some mean things to mommy, mommy’s not gonna be nice tonight,” you spoke, watching his eyes widen as he slowly nodded.
your eyes darted to his, watching his face comfort into pure pleasure as your hands smoothly roamed down his body.
his mouth remained closed as he moaned, the comfortable sensation of your body warming his, he bit his lip and his head fell back onto the bed. you lifted your hips, noticing the small wet spot on his jeans, his belt rubbing against your clit and your body collapsed onto his.
“look who can’t handle themselves, now,” chad spat in between his moans, earning a hard slap to his face.
chad moaned loudly, digging the back of his head into the comforter, as you kept moving your hips across his. “that feel good, honey, yeah?” you purred, lowering your body heat to mix with his.
chad whimpered, roaming his hands along your body, to which you flinched. “nuh-uh-uh.” you said, grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head.
your hips started to slow, back arching as his belt “you’ve been a bad boy, chad, tonight, i’m punishing you.” you carefully grabbed his shirt, and yanked him closer to you, “that means, no touching me, no seeing me, no complaining. you got yourself into this.” you let go of his shirt and shoved him back on the bed.
you got off of his lap, walking over to the nightstand in the spare bedroom, chad’s eyes widened as you pulled out a pair blue fuzzy handcuffs, and a black handkerchief.
chad could practically imagine the thought, and he almost came there as you began to tie his hands to the bed.
“listen mommy, i’m so sorry-” he spoke, looking up at you, as you shut him up by shoving your pointer and middle fingers down his throat. “i don’t care if you’re sorry. what’s done is done, now stop complaining or it’ll just get worse for you, my love.”
you finished tying his hands to the bed, and slowly straddled his body again, slowly and purposefully reaching past him so your hips rubbed against his, chad moaned once again, bucking his hips as he became a mess underneath you.
“oh, fuck,” chad whispered as you blocked his vision and tied the cloth around his eyes. chad was a moaning and whimpering mess, he couldn’t form words as the thought of you having full control over him and his pleasure.
he flinched when he felt your cold hands trail down his chest, slowly roaming closer to his lower half as you stopped right before and fiddled with his belt.
you easily took it off, and tossed it across the room. your nails lightly trailed along his chest, sending shivers down his spine. you slowly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down in a teasingly slow manner.
“mommy, please,” he whined, bucking his hips. you pushed his hips right back down. “shut it, slut. you’re under my control tonight.”
chad moaned loudly and squirmed, “yes- yes i am. i’m sorry mommy, your touch just makes me so hard, i can’t handle it.”
you watched as his body trembled, drops of precum leaking through his boxers. he moaned and whined, unable to handle your teasing no matter how much he tried.
your nails grazed along his clothed dick, specifically the tip, watching as his mouth fall open as gasps and profanities spilled out.
he was so whiny.
“mmm, mommy, mommy, please. i’ll do anything for you to touch me, anything,” his words progressively got louder as you grabbed his dick, and squeezed.
“oh, fuck!” he shouted aggressively. you quickly smacked your hand over his mouth with your free hand.
on his end, it felt like time froze because he spilled a small loud into his boxers, moaning and panting into your hand, while the other was now pulsating his throbbing dick, drips of cum running down your finger.
“you must be desperate, huh?” you spoke, watching as he fell apart under your touch. he nodded, his worlds muffled. you
picked out a yes and gripped his dick harder.
his hips bucked and he whined, "oh yeah? oh yeah? you want it, chad? you want my hands pumping you?" chad physically trembled, nodding and continuing to moan louder in your hands.
you brought your hand from his mouth, eager to hear what he had to say.
“yes, mommy, i want it so bad!" you noticed his eyebrows furrowing, and you couldn't even see his eyes but you knew he had that desperate look under that cloth.
you slowly pulled down his boxers, letting them fall to his ankles before you got up and tossed them across the room. he was now fully naked, compared to you, who still had your tiny amount of clothing on.
you left his lap, and sat as his side watching as he trembled in his own from the loss of your touch on his soft skin. you watched his hips buck, he was non-verbally asking you to touch him.
you slowly trailed his thigh, watching his chest rise up and down, his pants turned to whines as he was unable to control himself anymore.
chad felt his eyes flutter shut when you grabbed his bare dick, squeezing it and giving no time before you began stroking him. he whimpered as you hand moved.
chad’s lower body went numb, the feeling of your hands on him after a long day of meaningful teasing he was still rock hard and had already came once.
chad soaked up every ounce of pleasure you gave him, and showed you love by the beautiful sounds he was making. you brought your lips to his ear, your left hand stroking him as your right grasped at the back of his neck.
“you’re doing so good, baby,” you whispered, to which he replied with an pornographic moan.
chad’s head fell against the backboard of the bed, squirming and feeling his hands squirm and flinch against the handcuffs.
the loss of his vision really turned him on, his sense were tingling, your whispers made it hard for him to last longer, and you took that to your advantage.
your left hand continued to stroke him up and down, his moans slowly going from deep toned to high pitched. his hands gnawed at the bedsheets, getting sent into a pre-orgasm trance as he started to see white in his vision.
“fuck, angel,” he moaned, his tone higher than normal, “keep doing that and i’m gonna cum so fucking hard.” he said, aggression on his profanity.
“mmm, yea? yea? you gonna cum? just for mommy? you gonna come right in mommy’s hand, make a big mess for me?” you taunted in his ear, kissing and nipping at his neck.
you knew exactly where his sweet spot was, you trailed a finger over it before going in and sucking it like you were a vampire thirsty for skin and blood.
chad began moving and moaning, his hips bucking as your speed around his throbbing cock quickened, his mouth fell open and he couldn’t help but squirm inside the handcuffs.
chad was about to speak but stopped and just moaned, over and over again, progressively getting louder.
the fire inside of him was burning and he was ready to let go, but he didn’t want to disobey his mommy again so he brought up the courage to form words for you.
“mommy momma mommas please, please let me cum. please, i’ll be so good, i’ve been so good, i’m so sorry, ill never speak to that girl again, momma please. i need it, i need you.” he rambled, and you just laughed at him.
“you’re fucking pathetic. you’ve been such a bad boy today, so be a good boy and cum for me, cum for me now or you’re not coming at all tonight.” your aggression in your words made chad almost scream, bucking his hips as his load spilled all over his chest, legs, and basically drenched your hand.
“atta boy,” you mumbled in his ear, earning a high pitched whimper. when he came down from his high, you removed your hand from his dick, and brought one of your fingers to his mouth. “open.”
chad’s eagerly opened his mouth and you shoved your fingers down his throat, his soft lips wrapped around them and he moaned as you spoke once more.
“you taste good, huh, honey?” you said, shoving your fingers to the back of his throat then removing them and wrapped them around his dick once more.
you continued to pump him up and down, watching as he physically became overstimulated and couldn’t function right or form any words to stop you. he could take it.
“yeah, come on angel, give me one more. i know you have it in you, do it for mommy.” you whispered in his ear.
you nibbled at his earlobe and watching as he let out one long, extremely loud moan as he spilled out the last of his cum, his mind went dumb and all he wanted was to grasp onto you for comfort.
he trembled and the last drops spilt out, and once he gained his consciousness of what just happened he quickly answered.
“oh my fucking god, thank you so much mommy. thank you so much,” he continued to thank you as you shimmied the cloth off his face, and let it hang at his neck.
you bit your lip and stared at him before taking off the cuffs. you straddled him and took off both sets of handcuffs, throwing those across the room too.
“you’re so pretty baby,” you said with a smile, cupping his face and feeling his white substance stick on your thighs. chad rolled his eyes, “don’t do that again, it hurts from being hard all day.” he spoke, making you both laugh.
you both smiled and you kissed all over and around his face. “as much as i loved seeing you fully under my control, i missed watching your handsome face. let’s get you a bath, baby.”
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yourinstagram being a milf for halloween
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harryfan1 SHUT UP
harryfan2 what is going on in the house of commons
annetwist my lil pumpkin!
harry_lambert already have a call in to alessandro for custom gucci onsies
harryfan3 finally a lil styles nepotism baby is arriving
harrystyles you’re a milf 24/7 365 days
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people harry styles and his newly pregnant wife y/n were spotted picking up lunch today after announcing the news that they are expecting a baby in the new year!
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harryfan1 they’re so cute
harryfan2 he held her hand literally from when they got out the car, in the restaurant and until they got back in the car 😔
harryfan3 I can’t wait to see harry driving a dad car around
↳harryfan4 the car seat in the back 🥺
harryfan5 I just know harry cried when she told him she was pregnant
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yourinstagram mom goes clubbing (I was in bed by 11 pm)
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harryfan1 I love that she’s not giving up her style during her pregnancy
harry_lambert and when you say club you actually mean a bar that had music playing
↳yourinstagram shhh let them think I’m a cool mom okay
↳harrystyles I think the whole “in bed by 11 pm” already kinda ruined the cool mom bit babe..
yourinstagram can you guys believe not a single guy asked to buy me a drink! I have not a single clue why that happened!
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harryflorals “I’m thinking of trying out a new look now that I’m going to be a dad. Do we think a full beard would look good? There’s so much booing, gonna take that as a firm no. My missus also booed the idea but I’m not giving up!” -Harry on stage tonight in LA
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harryfan1 BOOING????????
harryfan2 listen I’m a mustachrry stan but a full beard?…
harryfan3 he’s gonna take the dad look and run with it
↳ harryfan4 he’s gonna come out on stage in new balances next show and shorts down to his knees
harryfan5 glad y/n agrees on the whole beard thing
harryfan6 y’all have no taste!!!!! beardrry would slay
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yourinstagram finally feeling up to boot scooting with you all so LA night 4 I’m coming for you 🫶🏻
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harryfan1 OMG MY SHOW I’LL SEE YOU THERE
jefezoff oh thank god I have my dancing partner back, tom just hasn’t been making the cut recently
↳yourinstagram I make no promises I’ll be moving very fast though y’all might need to modify it for me
harrystyles baby’s first concert! what an honor.
↳yourinstagram they told me they wanna hear Grapejuice…
↳harrystyles ha ha no.
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harryfan1 SIR???????
harryfan2 wait I kinda dig the beard
harryfan3 I just know he made them put a beard on him for this mv to prove he’d look good in it to y/n
↳yourinstagram that’s exactly what he did and it’s not working!!!
annetwist It’s a look honey!
↳yourinstagram even your mom is on my side
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yourinstagram mom and dad date night
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harryfan1 god I still haven’t wrapped my mind around harry being a dad
harryfan2 do you guys think harry mentions being a dad in every conversation now
↳harryfan3 no need to even phrase it as a question because we all know he does
harryfan4 MY PARENTS ARE ACTUAL PARENTS NOW
yourinstagram harry mentioned becoming a dad 65 times to the waiter, I counted.
↳harrystyles you’re a liar, it was only 60 times.
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omg so sorry for my absence, I’ve just felt so uninspired tbh like just didn’t even wanna look at my requests or drafts and I happened to be scrolling on pinterest and Victoria Waldau popped up and I whipped this bad boy out! sorry for all the dad harry posts 🫶🏻
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