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jj-one · 1 month

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FIRST TIME’S A CHARM.

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pairing: sports au, football jock!boyfriend!han jisung x cheerleader!fem!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, light angst (if you squint), reader is so in love with jisung it makes everyone sick, reader is a virgin, oral (f receiving), fingering, piv, protected sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc.), typical nervousness of first time sex, cherry popping, multiple orgasms, spitting, dirty talk words: 5.1k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Feelings of melancholy plagued your heart this morning. You miss him. You want to touch him, talk to him, breathe the same air as him. Your boyfriend Han was your world. He hasn’t replied to your usual ‘good morning’ text yet and the waiting game was slowly eating you up. You have to get ready for cheer practice since tomorrow is game day but you were hoping that your boyfriend could walk you to the gymnasium. You dread going to practice sometimes but Han would always find a way to lift your spirits and make your mood instantly better.

“You need to give him some space y/n.. you know he’s busy, we can just walk together it’ll be fine!” Karina attempts to snap you into a reality check.

She was your roommate and also on your cheer team, she’s been one of your closest friends since you transferred to this school a few months ago.

“But he always walks with me! I’ll just wait for him to reply, what if he texts me while we’re walking there and then he-“

“Jesus Christ y/n, you should hear yourself talk the way you go on and on about this boy! Don’t you think you’re a little too obsessed?” Karina retorts, “Let’s get a move on, we don’t need to be late to practice for the third time in a row!”

Grabbing your arm in the process, Karina heads out the door with you to get going. You wanted to whine and complain some more but you decided to let it go since you don’t want to annoy your friend with anymore talk of your boyfriend. You could talk about him all day long, you never get sick of being around him, he’s just always so busy with football and other things that it’s hard to see him sometimes. Since the gym you were practicing at was near the football field, you’d hope to eventually run into him later.

Your boyfriend did ultimately text you back but not until your cheer practice was over. You kept messing up the routine and Mrs. Park, your coach was getting irritated by your lack of coordination.

“Y/n, what’s with you today?! I know you can do way better than this!” She snaps in front of everyone, your whole team was looking at you and the embarrassment fully sunk in.

You didn’t have much to say other than a simple “I’m sorry” and “I’ll try harder”, it was your fault that you let your inner thoughts cloud your ability of performing. You gave yourself a couple minutes to recuperate and stretch to join the team again, you couldn’t let them down since the stunt you had to do needed to be executed perfectly.

After cheer practice you read the texts Han sent you:

‘Heyyy babe, so sorry for the late reply :( I’ve been practicing all morning and didn’t get a chance to check my phone!’

‘I just finished, wanna meet in a bit? I’m with Chan and Changbin rn’

You were now grinning ear to ear from his reply, you’ve been waiting all day to see him. It didn’t take long for you to respond back to him enthusiastically.

‘Yes! Where are you??’

‘Still on the field but at the bleachers, meet me there’

‘Ok, coming now!!’

‘See you in a few ;)’

With almost lightning speed you make a dash for the locker rooms and changed out of your cheer clothes to go find your boyfriend. Karina wanted to tag along since she secretly has a crush on Changbin but doesn’t quite want to admit it just yet. Making your way to the football field, you see some figures in the distance sitting on the bleachers; presuming to be your boyfriend and his two friends. You picked up your pace practically sprinting at this point to go hug your boyfriend who was still in mid-conversation with Chan and Changbin. You didn’t even acknowledge or say hi to either of them, only focusing on the man in front of you now. You’ve been craving to see him all day and finally being able to hug him made the sadness you felt this morning dissipate.

“How’s my pretty princess feeling today?” Han says, still having you wrapped tight in a bear hug. His fingers stroked your hair as he felt you against him, words couldn’t describe how happy you were in this moment.

“I’m okay now that I’m with you!” You exclaim, nuzzling your chin into his broad shoulder.

Everytime he hugged or held you, it felt like the warmest place you could be. Nothing compared to his embrace, it electrified you in so many ways that couldn’t be spoken into words.

“Ugh! Could you guys get a damn room already? I’m sick of seeing you act all lovey dovey, makes me depressed that I’m still single!” Changbin teases the both of you. You know he was only joking but it made you want to be even more of a nuisance.

“Then turn around and look the other way, we’re not going anywhere!” Han fires back, now bringing his face towards you to kiss him. He plants his lips on yours and gives you a soft kiss, delighting you with the taste of his minty flavored chapstick.

“Mmm… that flavor tastes good Hannie, could kiss your lips all day!” You go back in for another kiss, completely forgetting that Chan, Changbin, and Karina were right there watching this whole thing go down.

“Alright, enough!” Chan interrupts you and your boyfriends almost near make-out sesh with a reminder of previous plans. “Are we still going back to my place for movie night? I didn’t buy popcorn and snacks for no reason!”

“Ah shit, I totally forgot about movie night…” Han face palms from the lack of remembrance.

“Can I join?!” You chime in, hoping that Chan will allow you in the group so you can spend more time with Han.

“Could I come too?” Karina asks, sitting next to Chan trying her best not to make eye contact with Changbin.

“Yeah sure, the more the merrier I guess!” He shrugs his shoulders.

You were glad Chan let the both of you come along since you didn’t know him that well, you only talked to him on a few different occasions but each time he seemed pretty chill. He was the football quarterback and was loved by pretty much the entire university, he was practically the leader of the football team and looked after everyone. Your boyfriend was also a very popular guy and was well-liked by all his pupils, he was a really good defense and took his athletic skills seriously. You were so proud of your boyfriend and everything that he’s accomplished so far.

“Alright, let’s get going shall we? My dorms not that far from here, should only be a 10 minute walk!” Chan says while standing up.

Everyone gets up from the bleachers to start heading in the direction of the dorms and Han takes your hand in his.

“You cold babe?” Han asks while walking, he sees you shivering a bit from the sudden cool breeze of the wind.

You were wearing a short sleeve t-shirt which probably wasn’t the best idea but you were rushing this morning. You simply nod your head to his ask, you could feel the goosebumps rising on your delicate skin.

“Don’t worry, here you go darling.” Han quickly takes the letterman varsity jacket off his body to bring onto yours. The jacket weighs you down a bit and it was completely drowning you but you didn’t care.

“You look so adorable in my jacket babe, always look so cute wearing my things.” He compliments you while holding your hand tighter.

You could smell Han’s scent on the fabric, everything about him felt like home to you. You’ve been dating for 4 months now, you transferred to this new university thinking you wouldn’t make any friends at all. As soon as you became a cheerleader Han noticed you straight away, he asked a few of the girls about you but you were new so they didn’t know much. He wanted to get to know you more so he went in to shoot his shot and ended up being successful, now you’re both dating and are essentially the school’s power couple. The most popular jock dating the new pretty cheerleader was the perfect recipe to get everyone around the school talking.

“We’re here guys!” Chan says while coming to a stop in front of the dormitory.

He opens the door to lead the way for you all and Han has his arms wrapped behind you plastering small kisses to your cheek. You giggle as you walk inside to see more people sitting on the couch. It was some more members from the football team who joined for movie night but you and Han weren’t actually planning to watch movies with the rest of them.

“Let’s go somewhere else, yeah?” Han whispers in your ear, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You agree to his ask and Han tells everyone that you’ll both be back before the movie starts getting good. Chan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the fact you both casually go into his room, he adds one last piece of advice, “make sure to use protection guys!”

Han doesn’t comment back at that, only reacting with a chuckle and heading towards the bedroom.

Chan’s room was your typical early twenties, frat-boy style living quarters. Clothes spread all on the floor, a couple posters adorned the walls, and the bed was unmade with a few textbooks on top. It was everything you’d imagine it would be, nothing in the slightest bit romantic.

“Wow, what a lovely choice to make our grand escape!” You said sarcastically, looking around at the tornado of a room it was.

“Hey, mine is way worse and you don’t even complain!” Han retorts, throwing the textbooks off the bed.

“That’s because I clean your room every time I come over!”

You sat on the bed with Han beside you, he snaked his arm over to wrap you into another tight hug. You feel the hardness of his chest against you and the sounds of his heartbeat produced butterflies in your stomach. You’ve been waiting to be alone with your boyfriend all day and now that the time has come you can’t keep your lips off him. You brought your face closer to his and sealed his lips to yours, his short brown locks tickled your forehead in the process.

You’ve been thinking about the next big step in your relationship— sex. Sex was what built the foundation of (most) relationships, it only proved how much you love your partner deeply. You wanted to give Han your everything, you’ve never wanted to do something more in your life. As you slowly break away from the kiss, you make sincere eye contact with your boyfriend, his eyes shown nothing but endearment for you.

“So I’ve been thinking about stuff lately…” you trailed your eyes away for a second, not feeling so confident in yourself anymore.

“Thinking about what?” He asks attentively, his eyes were still glued onto you, you could feel the intensity of his stare.

You had either two options: tell him how you really feel and what you actually want or you can save this for another time. You went with the latter and chose to keep it to yourself.

“Never mind… I’ll tell you later maybe, or another time.”

This doesn’t sit too well with Han. He likes when you’re open with him, honesty has always been a huge thing for him and when you act reclusive towards him he gets worried.

“No babe, just tell me. I promise I won’t judge you— I never do! I just want you to feel comfortable and be able to share anything with me.” His hand rubbed your thigh gently which made you feel more at ease and much calmer.

“I think I’m ready to take the next step with you.”

“Next step?” Han replies with confusion, “You mean as in like getting married? I think we’re a bit too young for that right no-“

“No Ji, I meant like I’m ready to have sex!” You finally admit, the look on his face became utterly priceless.

“Oh— really? What made you decide that?” He wonders curiously.

He knew for a long time that he was ready to have sex with you but just never mentioned it until you gave him the green light. He’s never pressured you into doing anything you didn’t want to do, make-out sessions with him would get super hot and heavy sometimes but that still didn’t stop him from not pushing your boundaries. He knew you were a virgin and that it would take time for you to make a decision as the relationship progresses.

“I just love you so fucking much Ji, I wanna give you my whole body, want you to be my first.” You bring your hand to his, moving it to your breasts for him to feel you.

His hand squeezes your boob gently, causing you to gasp at the light action. He cups his whole hand around it and juggles it in his palm, smiling at your beauty.

“You have the most perfect tits.” Han says in almost a whisper, still admiring your presence.

Both of his hands now playing with your boobs as he massages them through your t-shirt, you couldn’t help but go back and kiss his soft lips. The kiss grew more passionate as time went on, you couldn’t stop kissing those precious lips of his, you wanted your face attached to his 24/7. You got on top of him now, tangling your fingers through his luscious hair whilst your tongues glide against each other. He removed one of his hands from your breast to go grab your ass, squeezing your left cheek firmly.

“Lay on your back princess” Han says, instructing you as you lye back down on the bed. You aren’t sure what he has in mind but it can’t be anything innocent.

“What do you want to do to me?” You ask, pressing your thighs together to feel something.

“I want to make you feel really good…” He continues in a sultry tone, “I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby.”

His mouth goes back onto yours, kissing almost roughly this time. Something was taking over your boyfriend and it was turning you on incredibly. He plastered a few more wet kisses to your chin and neck, leaving trails of his glistening saliva all over you. Not a doubt was going through your mind, just undying love and devotion to your boyfriend.

“I love you so much y/n, you know that?” Han says reassuringly, you know he loves you but hearing it still made your heart flutter every time.

“I love you so much Hannie!” You probably loved him more than yourself at this point.

His hands roamed your half naked body once he rid you of your t-shirt and sports bra. His soft, tender touch was enough to drive you crazy and he’s barely done anything yet. You held your breath as his fingers danced across your skin, your brain was completely fuzzy and only filled with desire. You tugged at the end of his shirt so he could take it off and he obliged, pulling it from the top and lifting it over his head. You get a full clear view of body, that beautiful body of his, you wonder how a man can be shaped so gracefully. He had the most broad shoulders, chiselled abs and muscles, but his waist was so pretty and tiny. It didn’t make sense how one could be built such a way but he was perfect, his physique truly mesmerized you.

You go in to feel his muscles, his biceps were absolutely to die for, every time he flexed you swear you could hear your kitty purring down there. He was just so hot, you needed to taste each and every inch of him.

“Want you so bad…” you trace the lines of body, fully enamored by your gorgeous boyfriend.

“I’m all yours babe.”

Han lazily brung his hand to the waistband of your pants, fumbling with the button to take them off but was struggling a bit.

“Here, let me help you.” You guide him in the right direction and he successfully unbuttons them.

Once your pants are off he slides your underwear down past your knees, his face lights up at the sight beneath him. You were nervous but didn’t want to tell him that incase he stops, feeling a lump in your throat now forming.

“Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime.” You loved that he was always making sure you were 100% okay with everything he did.

You nod and let him continue doing his thing, he captures his lips with yours one more time before a hand creeps up your inner thigh. His fingers lightly brush your folds and you shudder from the sensitivity. He smirks into the kiss as he presses a single digit against it, gathering your slick nicely.

“Your pussy feels so wet, I can’t wait to be inside you darling.” Han says after parting from the kiss.

His finger glides between your wet folds, feeling your warm juices gush onto him. He makes a V shape with his fingers to spread you open now, getting a better look at your heat. He licks his lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to get a taste of you. He inches his head closer to your core and spits on it, watching the saliva run down as he licks a long, slow stripe to your cunt.

His mouth becomes suctioned to your clit as he runs his tongue all over it, slobbering against you whilst holding your hips in place.

“Fuck! So good, so good, so good…” you couldn’t stop moaning, the pleasure was just hitting you all at once.

Your eyes were about to roll to the back of your head and your legs were shaking from Han’s insane pussy eating skills. You felt your chest cave in from all the intense pleasure and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better than this, you were in for hell of a treat. One of his digits entered you, now fingerfucking you. You elicit another moan for him as his tongue picks up a quicker pace, his tongue flicks your nub viciously. His finger slips in and out slowly and adds another digit to make you gasp louder. The feeling of your boyfriend stretching you out for him was amazing, you felt your release coming by the second.

“I- I feel weird Ji..” you try to explain how you feel right now but you just can’t describe it. It felt as though you had to pee but you know you didn’t actually need to.

“It’s okay princess, it’s normal. Trust me, just let go. I promise you’ll feel so much better after baby.” He stopped what he was doing for a moment to encourage you.

His words made you instantly let go, you whimpered from the feeling of his mouth on your clit again. You rocked your hips forward to grind against him while he ate you out, playing with his hair and slightly pulling it once you felt yourself cumming. Your hips shook rapidly around him, his eye contact never broke off with you and it made you lose your mind. You mumble under your breath, trying your best to contain your orgasm but everything came crashing down violently. Han could taste your sweet essence on his tongue as he lapped up all your juices, not letting any of you go to waste. He kept himself buried between your shaky legs and pulled his fingers out, leaving you with an empty feeling.

“You ready for my cock babe?” He finally lifts his head up from your dripping cunt, his face fully soaked from the action he just performed.

“Yes, need you so bad Ji.. want you to pop my cherry.”

You looked at him with the most seductive eyes, he bit down his lip at what you just said. You know exactly how to make him feel the most special, he was special to you though, this whole moment meant everything to you.

“I’ll be gentle with you princess, I’ll try and make this as painless as possible for you.” He kisses your forehead and captures your lips in his.

He gets up momentarily to go find a condom in one of Chan’s drawers and quickly comes back. He undoes his pants to pull them off along with his boxers, opening the wrapper with his teeth and pulling the condom out to slide it on.

“I don’t usually like condoms,” Han explains “but since this is our first time I don’t want to scare you.”

You giggle at that comment, you don’t know the first thing about sex and all of this is so new to you. You’re just glad you have an experienced boyfriend that can help make this easier for you, it made you feel a lot less awkward.

“I guess I’ll have to get on birth control soon then?” You were willing to do anything for him at this point.

“It’s your body y/n, I’m not going to tell you what to do. You make your own choices.”

It was sweet how even right now he’s only thinking about how you feel, he really does care so much about you. Han repositioned himself to be between your legs again, his cock was now pressed along your folds. He gives you another kiss before asking one last time,

“You ready to do this?”

“Yes! Please hurry, I’m getting impatient!” You whine, wanting to finally feel what it’s like to take dick.

“Okay, okay, I’m just making sure you really want to do this!”

He rubs his cock against you, sliding it up and down to collect more of your wetness. You bite down on your lip, waiting for the real moment to transpire. His hand rests on the end of his cock, guiding it to your entrance, he prods your hole gently. A rush of pain inflicts your body from the feeling of just the tip stretching you, you could only close your eyes at the sensation.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you at all.” Han continues pushing himself in.

The more he inched inside you, the more painful it became. It felt as though your whole body was on fire, everything felt so strange to you. You endured the pain in hopes of it becoming better soon, you didn’t want to worry your boyfriend. You feel the size of his cock growing in you, the constant throbbing was making you dizzy. You held onto him tightly, not wanting to let ever go of him. You clench around him as he attempts to fully fit his entire cock but you wince at only half of him inside you.

“Fuck, you alright baby? Did I hurt you?” He studies you with concern, stopping immediately to gauge your body language.

“You’re so fucking tight, even though you’re soaking wet I can still barely fit my cock inside.”

Your face turns red as a tomato, you don’t know what to say and you’re getting too flustered.

“Awe, is my little princess feeling nervous? I told you it’s okay, I’ll be here with you every step of the way, I got you.”

He holds your hand in his, tentatively caressing the inside of your palm, he brings your hand up to kiss it and gave you a warm smile. He continues sliding more of his cock in and is eventually able to get most of himself settled. Your mouth is wide open once he begins slowly thrusting in you. The pain was starting to go away now, just slightly. You focus on the feeling of his length in you, you try to relax your muscles the best way you could. You feel so full, so stuffed, his cock fully immersed in your sweet cunt.

“You feel so good around me princess, just wanna fuck your tight pussy all night long..” he groans while picking up his pace, the discomfort comes back to you now, you wriggle around to make the burning sensation go away.

“Is it supposed to feel like this Ji?” You croak, trying your best to be good for him.

You know that Han would never judge you but you still felt insecure about your performance in the bedroom.

“It’s only going to hurt for a little bit, just keep thinking about me darling, think only thoughts of me.”

You can feel a knot in your stomach form now, his cock slamming into you deeply was making you see stars. You gnaw at his neck to bite down softly, you couldn’t hold in your emotions anymore. The pain was now fully gone again, the intense pleasure washing over you like a tsunami. You kept your eyes tightly shut to feel all of him, focusing on what he told you when he said to think only thoughts of him.

“Your cock feels good Ji, I love how feel inside me!” You cry out to him, arching your back against the bed.

You’ve never felt anything like this before, it all felt too good to be real. He increases his rhythm as he thrusts into you, fucking into your little virgin cunt harder. Your pussy twitches around his cock, you feel that need to pee like when he was eating you out.

“I- I think I’m gonna… cumming…” you could barely get a coherent sentence out. All you could do was continue digging your nails in his back and moan out his name.

“You gonna cum for me princess? Do it. Want us to cum together for our first time.” Han throws his head back as he keeps fucking you. He was bucking his hips in a sloppier motion now, indicating that he was getting close like you. It only took a few more pumps of his cock to get you to form a large ‘O’ with your mouth, your jaw stayed locked in place. Your walls contract around his thick cock and you gasped for air as you lose your breath.

“Ah, fuck y/n!” Han almost says with a growl, his chest feels heavy as he releases his load into the condom.

He continues thrusting slowly into you while gently massaging your breasts. You let go and feel your second orgasm approach, feeling waves of ecstasy throughout your whole body. You were both heavily panting, staring at each other with nothing but complete passion. Han collapses onto you, his sticky and sweaty body rested on yours. His cock was still buried in your cunt, you didn’t want this moment to ever be over.

“So how would you rate your first time?” Han asks while propping his head up, “on a scale of 1 to 10?”

“I’d say a 100/10, I’ll remember this day forever.”

You snuggle up against him, completely forgetting that you had your first time with Han in Chan’s bedroom.

“Well… maybe it could’ve been better if we did this in our rooms.”

“I agree, but hey there’s always next time!” Han finally pulls out of you and notices tiny droplets of blood on the condom.

“Oh my god babe, I popped your cherry!”

You were shocked that even happened since you didn’t feel anything inside you tearing, guess it was a myth that you could feel your cherry pop. Han looked so stoked by this discovery and you wish you could engrain the look on his face in your brain. You just giggle at his actions and give him another chaste kiss, cuddling with him and forgetting the rest of the world around you.

“I think we should head back out soon, they’re probably thinking what the hell we’ve been doing in here for so long.” Han gets up from the bed to go and put his clothes back on.

“I hope we weren’t too loud!” You say, grabbing your clothes to get changed too.

“If they heard us don’t worry about it, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. They’ll probably congratulate me by how much noise you were making!”

You blush once again by what he said, you can’t believe you just lost your virginity, you don’t feel any different physically but you feel way closer to your boyfriend than ever before. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have such a loving, healthy, and supportive relationship. Han Jisung really was the light of your life.

Coming out of Chan’s room felt the walk of shame. You couldn’t face any of his friends or Karina in the living room, they all instantly turned their heads to face you. Changbin started clapping loudly and everyone else followed suit after, you knew this was going to be embarrassing but this just felt like pure torture.

“Congratulations bro! It was about time you finally both got some!” Han’s friend/teammate Minho shouts.

Your biggest fear came true, everyone heard absolutely everything.

“Did you guys really have to fuck in my bed though? I just washed those sheets last week!” Chan exclaimed, giving him the evil eye.

“Hey, I don’t kiss and tell! Whatever happened in that room stays in that room.” Han brings his hand to his lips to make it look like he sealed them.

All the guys keep teasing him and you couldn’t stop blushing, maybe you should’ve waited to have sex in one of your dorms since Chan will probably never let him live this one down.

“You missed the movie anyway, might as well just leave and go for round 2!” Chan jokes.

“That actually doesn’t seem like a bad idea… thanks. Let’s go y/n!” Han links your arm around his and speed walks out the door.

Now that you were no longer a virgin, it didn’t feel all that odd to you as you thought it would be. It actually felt nice knowing you lost it to someone you love so much, someone you care so deeply out. It may not have been in the most romantic atmosphere which you’ve always pictured losing your virginity in a much better setting. However, you’ll cherish this special day with Han because even if it wasn’t the ideal scenery you had in mind, it was still a reminder that you had such a strong, beautiful connection with your lover.

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rhenuvee · 3 months

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Made With Love [Neuvillette x reader]

Summary: Neuvillette has feelings for you, but doesn't know how to act on them. The Melusines try to help, but ultimately he wants to start and act on his own emotions.

A/N: Neuvilette in the last act of the archon quest made me sad :( // I need someone to say "Was that your first kiss in 500 years?" to Neuvi like Natasha to Steve.

Warnings: dialogue heavy, reader is shorter than Neuvi, reader is a baker

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"Wait- Monsieur Neuvillette!"

A small voice called out. The Iudex was just about to go out for his weekly walk around the city, until a little Melusine stopped him. They were the ones who suggested he go out for some fresh air, since they sensed that he was still stirred from Fontaine's recent crisis along with handling his duties.

"Hm? What is it Sedene?" He asks, stopping in his steps so that she could catch up to him.

"Are you going to see (y/n)?" Sedene asks, putting her hand curiously to her lips. Straight to the point, the Iudex thinks. His breath gets caught in his throat for a split second, surprised at her words.

Despite being familiar with Melusines and their unique sixth sense, he feels like a deer caught in headlights when they suddenly mention you. Because they know about you- yet they never say the obvious thing directly.

The Melusines have noticed a change in his behaviour, and it started happening when he went out for his walks. One day the Chief Justice came back with a box of macarons, which was quite curious since he usually didn't eat sweets, and so he gave one to each Melusine he passed by. As time went on, more Melusines started noticing Neuvilette smiling... for seemingly no reason at all.

No reason except one that the Melusines instantly picked up on. In fact, you didn't exactly have to be a Melusine to recognize you and the Chief Justice's behaviour, both skirting around your feelings for each other. It didn't take them long to find out about you, and find your bakery from the thank you card in the box of macarons he bought. Monsieur Neuvillette in love... how exciting, they think.

However, with developing emotions comes confusion for the Iudex.

"Yes..." Neuvillette answers directly, yet a bit shyly, a bit surprised at his own forwardness with admitting it. Sedene gestures for him to bend down, to which he complies. She reaches up, and uses her hands to smooth out the top of his head.

"There we go, perfect!" she says cheerfully. Neuvillette realized what she was trying to do, and can't help but smile, though a little embarrassed. The Melusines have been trying to encourage him to act on his feelings, or at least make you realize that he is interested in you. Right now, Sedene was preening his hair, as if to get him ready for a date. He could only imagine the thought of that happening.

"Thank you Sedene, it is much appreciated. I'll be off now."

"You're welcome! Have a nice walk, Monsieur Neuvillette!" she calls out, waving cutely.

He should not be nervous since he was just walking to a bakery, is what he tells himself. However, the Iudex finds himself smoothing out his robes, suddenly thankful of Sedene's gesture with his hair. He takes a step inside the cute little shop as the bells dings.

"Welcome- oh! Good afternoon Monsieur Neuvillette!" Your cheery voice greets him warmly. He seemed a little spaced out to you, but you wait patiently for his response. You take the time to admire his features- You can't help but feel that he felt ethereal in a way. You had to admit he was quite handsome, with how beautiful his eyes were, and how tidy he kept his look.

"Good afternoon." You brush your hands on your apron and quickly walk towards him to have your weekly chats. "How was your week?"

"Busy." You say with a long sigh. "We've gotten so many orders lately, it's hard for me to keep up... Actually something interesting happened- I felt like my boss was about to fire me."

"What?" Neuvillette says in a surprised tone.

"No no! I was kidding! Well... kind of. I'm not sure." The truth about the bakery's rising sales was because of Neuvillette's constant visits. People are naturally shocked to see the Iudex doing things like this, which quickly lead to the Steambird catching this on the paper. You guessed the message was that if Neuvillette kept coming in, that meant the pastries were good.

However, your boss was suspicious thinking it was too good to be true. She noticed that Neuvillette would mostly direct his attention to you, which created the comical hypothesis that you were a criminal and the Iudex was onto you.

"She thinks I'm... going to try you?"

"Yes, it's kind of funny actually." You fish out a newspaper from last week, pointing to his picture photographed with headlines about him visiting the bakery. Neuvillette found it odd how he never seen this before. That, and how his hair looks from the back.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't apologize! Like I said, I find it quite humorous. Besides, I'm happy that more people have enjoyed our baked goods." You quickly reply. He smiles, giving you the relief that he doesn't need to feel sorry. "How have you been, Monsieur Neuvillette?"

"I've been feeling a little troubled as of late..." Usually when you ask him how things are, he provides a neutral answer. But today he decides to let his feelings out a little. You want to ask him, but you're afraid of crossing that boundary, that it might be personal. You feel bad, after seeing his furrowed eyebrows and downcast eyes, seeing how he might be dealing with something difficult.

"I hope things turn out better, Monsieur Neuvillette. If you want, I'm always here to listen." He smiled, which you now realize is quite a rare but beautiful sight. Neuvillette always admired your kindness, and it compelled him to get closer to you. He was aware he is no good at small talk, or even regular casual conversations, but he is willing to get better at it.

"Thank you, (y/n). I'm afraid this is something I have to deal with on my own." You nod, as a way to affirm his statement, then go around your counter to decide to grab something.

"Did Aeval like the raspberry flavoured macaroons I tried making? I wish I could've seen her reaction in person, but I haven't taken the Aquabus lately."

"I'll be sure to ask her for you, though I'm sure she does. Many of the Melusines are fond of your pastries, ever since I brought them some." He remembers that day. Your smile was just as bright as it is today.

"I'm grateful." You say happily... though there's something else you want to mention. "Speaking of the Melusines, is that a gift from them?"

You point to the top of his head.

"Oh, my hair ribbon?" He says fiddling his hand through the back of his hair. However, you shake your head.

"The tiara."

"The tiara-..." Neuvillette moves his hand to the top of his head, where he feels the tiniest tiara. He could not see it, but from the textures he felt some small shells and rocks. The Iudex realizes this was probably what Sedene was doing with his hair. You giggle, catching on that even he is just discovering it. "I suppose it is. Sedene must have put it in my hair just before this."

Neuvillette deducts that the tiara must be something from Melusine tradition that they wear for special occasions or gatherings. You watch as Neuvillette gives a chuckle, probably at how cute the Melusines actions were. And you couldn't disagree.

"You know, the Melusines have been saying a lot of good things about you." You say, trying to lighten the mood.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, they keep telling me how kind and intelligent the Iudex is." Neuvillette nods. The Melusines are very kind to him, so-

"And how tall he is."

Oh.

"And handsome."

Well.

Neuvillette politely covers the lower half of his face with his hand to hide his expression. He gets flustered at the thought of the little Melusines flattering him to you, while knowing their intentions.

"I apologize, I think the Melusines-"

"It's alright! I know they mean well. Besides, it's not really a surprise to me..." You say the last part shyly, but it doesn't go unnoticed by him. In fact it's the part that is highlighted the most, and almost prompted him to blush furiously before you quickly said something else. "I like it, it suits you." you smile, gazing up at him.

"Thank you, (Y/n)." Is all Neuvillette is able to utter, after seeing your beaming smile.

"You're welcome! Take these, they're on the house! I hope it'll make your day better." You present him a small box of some assorted sweets. all different flavours and decorated with different fruits.

"You're too kind, but I couldn't possibly take these without paying you."

"Oh please I insist! They're made with love." you coo the last part as a way to try and convince him, to which Neuvillette finds himself getting flustered at. It's a common phrase, and yet he interprets a slightly different meaning from it.

In his eyes, he finds you attractive, yes- cute when you wipe your nose when he tells you that you have flour on it, radiant when you smile while giving macaroons to the Melusines. He's come to know more about you the more he talked to you, and how kind you were. And though his weekly walks in the city were to ease his mind, he couldn't imagine not seeing you as a part of his routine. You are the reason why he has this foreign feeling inside him- one that makes his heart beat faster when you accidentally brush fingertips with him, or give him a compliment.

"Made with love..." He whispers, mostly to himself. You get flustered when you hear him say those words, thinking he might have caught onto your feelings. You hold your breath to prepare yourself for what he might say. "I quite like that."

To your surprise, the Iudex reveals to you one of his rare subtle smiles as you bring the box to him. You can't help but agree with his statement, except you meant it for how handsome he looks when he does that along with how soft his eyes get. You hope to see it more.

"I keep baking things for the Melusines, though you never told me what kinds of things you like. What do you like, Monsieur Neuvillette?"

For a moment, Neuvillette stares at your lips, then back at your eyes that are looking so sweetly at him. He feels his heart beating faster...

"You..."

He almost says that word- that dangerous one word.

"Neuvillette..." you say so softly that it's almost a whisper. Oh, he's starting to adore how you say his name without formalities. He reaches his hand out briefly, then retracts it and clears his throat. He wants to ask you.

But...

"I apologize." He realizes he doesn't know what he's apologizing for. "I... am not really sure what kinds of things I like."

"Oh." you say a little confused. The Iudex feels a little embarrassed, but you always know exactly what to say. Your smile doesn't falter when he gives his strange answer. "Well, when you do know, tell me!"

"I will." He says, in a little more firm tone- more like a promise.

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A few hours passed, and it was evening now. It started raining shortly after his recent interaction with you. As the hydro dragon himself says, he does not weep, he is just stirred. He went back to his office, but wasn't able to concentrate on his work. He mulled over the interaction he just had with you. He feels like his emotions are about to leap out of his chest, and they almost did in that moment. Neuvillette is still in the process of getting used to expressing himself. He didn't know what to do next.

He wanted to ask you to dinner or something else you may enjoy, but found himself being held back. He was afraid of making you uncomfortable, the fact that he was essential now responsible for all of Fontaine, and furthermore his true identity which you do not know of. The Iudex even considered writing a letter to the traveller and Paimon to ask them for help, but didn't want to trouble them.

"Neuvillette!" he hears a faint voice call out for him. "Monsieur Neuvillette!"

He turns back, recognizing that the voice was you. But he couldn't see you in the city that was slowly getting more grey... except an umbrella with legs.

"Monsieur Neuvillette- you don't have an umbrella, you're going to get soaked!" you say in concern for him.

He realizes he can't really see your face since the umbrella was covering you... it's quite adorable. It makes him smile for a brief moment. He reaches for the handle and raises it up so that it now covers the both of you. The Iudex's breath gets caught when his throat tightens, when you are revealed to him.

Through his eyes, he can see you telling him something- however, he is not focused on that. He can't help but admire how your eyes glimmer even in these grey skies. How even when he was drenched you are happy to see him.

His overflowing heart cannot stop him anymore, for his free hand reaches to softly cup your cheek, his body bending down to your height. You let out a small gasp and immediately stop talking. Your heart is beating furiously as well.

"May I?" Neuvillette asks you with the most delicate of whispers.

"Yes," you say, unable to contain your smile. "Of course, Neuvillette." Yours and Neuvillette's eyes close as you bring your hands under his damp jaw. He is the one who closes the gap between you two, and kisses you with fervour, while not forgetting to be gentle. His lips are soft, melding with yours perfectly. His hand still holds your cheek throughout with a featherlight touch.

You and Neuvillette are all butterflies when you look into each other's eyes, relishing in what just happened.

"I believe I know the answer to your question earlier." The Iudex says breathlessly. "You have captured my heart, (Y/n)."

"And you have captured mine." You reply lovingly. Though, after saying it out loud, it seems you both knew this is how you felt for a while now.

"If I may ask, would you like to accompany me to have dinner and see a play at the Opera Epiclese after?" Neuvillette finally gets the confidence to express what he wanted to ask you. And he's even happier when he already feels he knows your answer from how you're smiling.

"I'd love to." You say, wrapping your arms around him. He returns the gesture with his one free arm, with both of you basking in the moment for a while before you head to your destination.

"The rain seems to be stopping." You say, gazing up at the sky seeing less droplets fall. Your eyes curiously watch how the rain magically decided to stop.

"So it is..." He does the same, except his eyes quickly fall back to you with a sigh of relief.

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87kelce · 4 months

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—devil in my lap and a cross on my neck

summary: it doesn't take much for travis to get you going. especially after he's been riled up during a game.

warnings: smut (18+ only, no minors), slight angst, teasing, fingering, minor arguments, semi-rough sex, missionary, doggystyle, slight dom/sub dynamics, mentions of breeding kink, minor use of daddy kink, slight choking kink, aftercare

word count: 3017

notes: title taken from the song ordinary life by the weeknd. again, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated 🫶

The past couple of games have been nothing short of amazing for the team, they're on a 3 game win streak and looking to go for another. However, they're currently trailing by 9 points at half time and you can tell the players are getting nervous for the next half, especially your boyfriend. Travis isn't his usual self, he dropped an important catch in the first quarter and he's been worked up over it ever since.

You're sitting in his box with a few of his friends and everyone keeps making sure you're okay, knowing how worried you are about Travis' performance. The players come back out for the third quarter and they seem to be a bit more pumped up this time around. You're still antsy about Travis and you're focusing too much on his first half performance to notice he gets a touchdown, the whole box erupting around you. You shake your head and look up to the screen, watching the replay and celebrating with everyone in the box.

Even after the touchdown, the rest of the game just gets even more stressful, the Chiefs trying hard to fight back points. You're watching Travis like a hawk and you notice he's being agitated by one of the opposition players for most of the third quarter. He ignores it all, but it completely throws him off his game, dropping another important catch. He's so wound up and frustrated and you just wish the game was over already so you can comfort him and take him home to rest up.

The Chiefs fight back a few points in the fourth quarter but ultimately it's not enough for a win and you slump down in your seat when the game's over, staring up at the scoreboard. You catch Travis walking off the field, helmet in hand and not even bothering to high five the fans overlooking the tunnel.

You gave him time to get ready before going down to find him, hoping that upon seeing you, he'd be in a better mood. You waited a few moments, wondering where he was and then a hand was on your shoulder, before he interlocked your fingers together.

"C'mon.. let's go home."

He was blunt, almost pulling you out the stadium to the parking lot and into his car. You debated on whether or not to ask him how he was, but then you knew the response you'd get. So you just sat in silence for a brief moment, before his hand was on your thigh, fingers toying with the hem of your black pleated skirt. He hadn't taken his focus off the road when you looked over at him, but his left hand was gripping the steering wheel, knuckles almost turning white.

"Trav.."

"Don't say anything."

His hand on your thigh started squeezing at your skin, fingers dangerously close to your core. Your hands flew straight to his wrist, holding on tightly as he ran one finger underneath your panties, dragging it across your folds. You leant forward, face leaning into his forearm as he pulled his finger back, before tugging at your underwear. You got the hint and lifted your hips slightly, letting him pull them off and down your legs to pool at your ankles.

You glanced out the window and recognised the surroundings, knowing you were only a few minutes away from his house. All you could do was silently beg him to keep going, your hips bucking up into his hand.

"Easy, easy.. be patient."

You just whined into his arm, sliding down the seat slightly to grind against his hand.

"I said, be patient."

"Please.."

He didn't even respond, turning the car onto his street, before pulling up into his driveway. You started to get out the car, removing your seatbelt but Travis' hand squeezed your thigh, silently telling you to stay still. He then proceeded to get out, walk round the back of the car before opening your door. He wiggled his fingers at you, indicating for you to swing your legs round, before he reached down to grab your panties, stuffing them into his trouser pocket. Standing back, he let you get out the car before he shut the door and let you walk up to the front door, him following closely behind. He handed you the key and you opened the door, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch.

"Baby.. just sit down and relax, please."

He just ignored you, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a water from the fridge. You watched him take a few sips before putting it down on the counter.

"Talk to me, please.."

"Dropped two fuckin' catches today.."

"I saw.. but there's nothing you can do about it now.."

"Yeah, no shit. I'm still fuckin' pissed off though.."

Your eyes darted to his hand gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, watching his knuckles turn white as he tightened his grip. He dropped his head and clenched his jaw, before he brought his hand up to his face, dragging it down and shaking his head.

"So what was that in the car then?"

"Needed some stress relief."

You just rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and facing away from him on the couch. Now he was even more pissed and you could tell. You heard him sigh deeply before he spoke lowly and authoritatively.

"I'll give you five minutes to get upstairs and get into bed.. and I want everything off except the skirt."

You turned round to face him and he didn't even look at you, his head still facing the ground.

"You heard me."

You should be mad at him. Mad at him for being a dick after the game and barely acknowledging you, mad at him for touching you up in the car and leaving you high and dry, mad at him for starting an argument over something he did. But your legs wobbled as you walked towards the stairs and headed up, into the bedroom, stripping off and leaving the skirt on. You lay down on your front, lifting your legs in the air and spreading them out slightly when you heard his footsteps on the stairs.

Travis waited a few minutes downstairs before following after you, heading upstairs into his bedroom. When he saw you, he stepped towards the bed slowly, hands running up your thighs to your skirt, lifting it up slightly. Travis pushed at your legs, silently telling you to flip over onto your back. When you did as he said, you saw his hands grab at your ankles, pulling you closer to him at the edge of the bed. He then brought your legs up beside his waist, holding the backs of your knees and propping you up.

"This all for me?"

You just nodded, hands reaching down for the hem of your skirt and lifting it up. His eyes darted down and then back up at you.

"I've had a pretty bad day.. you think this pretty pussy can handle it?"

One of his hands made its way to between your legs, his thumb rubbing over your folds and sensitive area, making you arch your back slightly. You turned your head to the side, trying to hide it into the mattress, but then you felt his other hand drop from your leg to cup your chin, turning you back to face him.

"I asked you a question, baby."

"Yes.."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I can handle—"

"Try again, baby."

"Yes, this pretty pussy can handle it."

"Good girl."

You watched as Travis put one knee on the edge of the bed, moving back slightly to let him kneel down on the mattress properly. He adjusted your legs to drape over his thighs, his hands bunching your skirt up around your waist before dragging them down your thighs, squeezing at your skin. He slightly tilted his head, eyes raking over your whole body.

"Do you promise to be a good girl?"

"Mmhm.. I promise."

"A good girl for who, baby.."

"For Daddy.."

"That's right, baby.."

Travis leaned down, his mouth pressing soft kisses to your cheek, then down to your jaw and then your neck. Your hands grabbed at his shirt, balling the material into your fists as you felt him kiss down your body. He stretched his legs back out onto the floor at the end of the bed, kneeling down and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes flicking up at you from between your legs. Without breaking eye contact, he turned his head slightly to press a soft kiss to the inside of your left thigh, then turned his head the other way to kiss the inside of your right thigh.

You dropped your head back onto the mattress, one of your hands gripping the sheets and the other hand moving to your skirt, grabbing it and holding it against your stomach. Then you felt Travis' hands on the backs of your thighs, spreading them out slightly before his tongue was diving in between your folds, causing you to whimper and whine out, tears slightly forming in your eyes. He dropped one hand from your thigh, letting your leg drape over his shoulder while his hand moved up to palm at your breast, squeezing and kneading at your soft skin. His mouth wasn't letting up however, his tongue continuing to lick through your folds, his lips sucking at your sensitive nub. You were already worked up slightly from his hand toying with you in the car ride home, so it wasn't long before you dug your heel into his back, indicating to him you were getting close.

"S'okay baby.. this is the first of many tonight.."

You sighed out and arched your back, before dropping it slowly back to the mattress, letting your orgasm wash over you while Travis continued to eat you out. He did, however, slow down his movements, working you through it as gently as he could. As he pulled his head away from between your legs, he brought his hand back down to between your legs.

"Look at you makin' such a mess for Daddy."

You could only whine, his fingers playing around with your folds, spreading them open and running his fingers through them. He was still kneeling at the end of the bed, your ankle now resting on his shoulder as he watched you relax on the bed. Travis tapped the inside of your thigh and when you looked down at him, he nodded upwards, silently telling you to move back up the bed. You did as he asked, letting him kneel back up on the bed, your thighs once again resting over his thighs. His hand moved back down to between your legs, the backs of his fingers running through your folds, distracting you as he pulled down the waistband of his shorts. With his free hand, he pulled out his cock, stroking it a few times, before pulling his hand away from your core and bringing the tip of his cock to push through your folds.

"You ready, baby?"

"Please.."

"Please what?"

"Please.. Daddy.."

Travis took the hand that wasn't around his cock, and placed it beside your shoulder on the bed, his other hand pushing himself inside you. Your back instinctively arched off the bed again and he placed his hand on your stomach, gently pushing you back down.

"Easy, baby.. relax.."

You sighed out, feeling his head drop down to your shoulder, his lips on your skin, kissing softly across your collarbone area. His movements were slightly slow at first, just letting you adjust to his size like he does every time you're in bed together, but also letting you feel everything. It was always overwhelming in a good way, his cock inside you to the hilt, his lips leaving hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck and his body on top of you, engulfing you as he ground his hips against your core.

Then all of a sudden, Travis pulled out, tugging at your leg for you to flip over onto your stomach. You obliged and felt him kneel up behind you, one of his hands grabbing at your waist to hold you up while the other pushed his cock back inside you. His pace was getting slightly faster now, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing around the room. You knew it was what he needed after the game today, and you were more than willing to let him take his frustrations out on you. Your hands were gripping onto the bedsheets, whining muffled by the pillow for a short second before you felt his hand creep up round your throat, pulling you up and against his chest. Your head fell back against Travis' shoulder, while his hand was holding onto your neck, not too loosely but also not too tight.

"Tell me how it feels, baby.."

"Good.. feels so.. uhh.. good.."

The new angle was driving you crazy, his cock hitting you just right inside and you were almost going limp against him, the only thing holding you steady was his hand on your hip and the other on your neck. He pulled your hips right back against him, his other hand letting go of your neck to push you back down onto the mattress. Travis lifted one of his legs up, placing his foot down on the mattress beside your leg, his hips now pushing down against you. He started up a rougher pace, pulling out all the way before slamming his hips against you, but then slowed down when he filled you up, grinding his hips against you. He took one hand from your waist and bunched up the skirt material into his fist, his other hand moving to spread out across your back, holding you in place almost.

"You hear those sounds, baby? Y'hear how wet you are?"

"M'close.. please.."

"Let go baby.. I got you.."

He pulled out to the tip once again, before slowly pushing himself back inside you, hearing you sigh as your second orgasm washed over you. Travis leaned down, kissing your shoulder and whispering sweet nothings in your ear to relax you, his hand rubbing at your back gently.

"You got another one for me, baby? Think you can come again for me?"

All you could do was whimper, feeling him flip you over onto your back, legs flopping over his thighs and his cock dropping out of you. Your hands reached up for him, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him down, your lips connecting with his. One of your hands moved up to hold his cheek while the other cradled the back of his head, scratching at his buzzed hair. You felt Travis run the tip of his cock through your folds and you just nodded while kissing him, letting him push back inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut, hips absentmindedly grinding against him while he rocked his hips back and forth slowly. You pulled away from him, dropping your head into the crook of his neck as he rested his forehead on your shoulders. He took one of his hands that was on your hips, to move between your legs, thumb rubbing at your core, trying to pull a third orgasm out of you as quickly as he could.

As you ground your hips against him, you could hear him grunt against your neck. He was close but you could tell he wanted you to come before he did—but he wasn't lasting long. He moved the hand on your hip to place his palm on the bedsheets beside your head.

"M'gonna come.. fuck.."

"Don't.. mmph.. don't pull out.."

You heard him groan against your neck, and then the bedsheets underneath you went slightly taut, his hand gripping tightly.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck a baby into you?"

"Yeah.."

"Wanna be filled up?"

"Please.."

"Alright baby.. alright.."

Travis placed soft kisses to your neck, his hips pushing against you, before he grunted against your skin. You could feel his cock pulsate and spill his load inside you, the warm liquid filling you up. His breathing got heavier as he pulled away from you, only now removing his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He pulled back, standing at the foot of the bed, pulling you close and bending your legs back slightly, watching as his load dripped from your core. He wiped you up clean with his t-shirt before throwing it in the laundry basket. You lay on the bed and watched him remove his shorts, also throwing them in the laundry basket before grabbing a spare pair from the closet. He grabbed a t-shirt for himself, before grabbing another one for you and coming back to the bed. He took your hand, sitting you up and helping you into the t-shirt, before he put the other one on himself. You moved back up the bed and let him walk round, getting into his side, but sliding up against you.

"Sorry for being a dick earlier.."

"Hey, it's okay.. I know you were just frustrated from the game.."

"Doesn't make it okay for me to take it out on you though.."

"Well.. I kinda liked it.."

Travis just laughed, pulling you in closer to him and wrapping his arm around your stomach. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, closing his eyes. You just instantly relaxed into his touch, letting his hand roam over your stomach, pressing gently and squeezing at your hips, massaging your skin. His lips kissed at your neck again, more softly this time, making your eyes flutter closed.

"G'night baby.. I love you.."

"Love you too.."

He pressed one last kiss to the back of your neck, before he rested his head on his pillow, eyes closing once again as he drifted off to sleep. His light snoring made you smile as you drifted off to sleep yourself, feeling completely safe with his arm around your stomach and his warm body pressed against your back.

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ohthewh0rror · 4 months

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WHEN I’M WITH YOU

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚ prompt — Professor Slughorn assigns Tom a potions partner— the only problem is that it’s a girl he’s never met before. Will Tom ignore his growing feelings for his new partner or will he give in and accept how he truly feels.

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Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: I introduce to you — Tom “she’s not like the other girls” Riddle. Also I’m sorry girl, I forgot to make her sort of weary of Tom and skipped straight to her just being nice. 😗

“When you think of me, is it fondly?”

Tom resisted the urge to rub his hands together to warm them. The frosty January air was unrelenting, seeping its way through the thick stone walls of Hogwarts making the lengthy descent into the school's dungeons more unpleasant than usual.

Eager to get out of the frigid hall, Tom mentally thanked Salazar when the door to the potions classroom came into view. Walking through the door, Tom saw a few of his fellow classmates already huddled along the back wall and talking amongst themselves. He gave them a polite nod as they wished him good morning, continuing to make his way to the opposite end, away from them.

From his spot in the back, Tom watched as the other students slowly trickled in. Girls linked arm in arm, whispering and giggling to one another; boys knocking into one another, speaking loudly about next week's Quidditch match. The sense of comradery left Tom internally recoiling in disgust as he tried to imagine himself acting in such a way.

Tiernan Lestrange came to stand next to him, a little closer than what Tom was comfortable with. Tom side-eyed the boy, but ultimately said nothing to him, choosing to instead focus on Professor Slughorn who called the class to attention as he used his wand to wave the classroom door closed.

Tom began to tune his professor out as he began his theatrics about the point they’d be working with today— befuddlement draught. A potion used to cause the drinker to become reckless, something Tom would take precautionary measures not to spill or ingest in any capacity.

“I will be pairing you off today—” was all Tom heard before he felt the trickles of irritation creep into his mind. Working in pairs was always something Tom hated, preferring to work alone instead of having to potentially be weighed down by some idiot.

“And Mr. Riddle,” Professor Slughorn called out, breaking Tom out of his thoughts, “you will be working with Ms. Y/L/N!”. Slughorn’s arm was stretched out, motioning towards a girl standing on the other side of the class, just out of view. Tom ran the last name over in his head a few times, trying to spark some form of recognition in his mind, but he came up blank.

Slughorn clapped his hands, telling them they have until the end of the hour to finish their potion. Tom mentally prepared himself for what kind of girl he may be working with as he made his way through the dissipating crowd of students to find his partner.

Ah, there she was.

She hadn’t noticed him just yet, so he took those few seconds to give her a once over. It would make sense he didn’t recognize her, she was not in his house. They locked eyes as she finally noticed him just a few feet in front of her, and she swiftly closed the distance between the two.

“I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Y/N” she said, introducing herself. Her voice, though a bit quiet, was sweet. It wasn’t the same condescending tone Tom was used to receiving from the girls that hung around Lestrange and Avery, and for that he was glad. Giving her a polite smile, Tom guided the both of them to an empty cauldron, “I don’t believe we have, my name is Tom.”

Y/N was not unbearable to work with, much to Tom’s relief. The only hiccup didn’t occur until thirty minutes into making the draught when she unknowingly overstepped a boundary of his. Tom had brought his hand up to drop the scurvy grass into the cauldron when she grabbed him; his eyes immediately snapped to her, surprised that she had the audacity to grab him.

“Wait,” she said, a hint of panic in her tone, “you have to add the sneezewort first.” Their hands stayed locked together as Tom took a peek at her potions book laying out in front of them. As his eyes glided over the instructions he saw she was right, causing him to now feel a little embarrassed at the mistake he almost made.

“You’re right,” Tom cringed on the inside, “it is sneezewort first.” Y/N let go of his hand as he lowered it to switch out the ingredient he was holding. Her grabbing him should have left him disgusted and discreetly wiping his hand against his robes to rid himself of the feeling of her touch But, it wasn’t disgust he felt from her touch; just annoyance and a lingering tingling feeling in his hand that he did not want to think about.

Tom and Y/N had just finished their potions when Slughorn had stopped in front of them. “A perfect brew! Though I expect nothing less from either of you!” Slughorn exclaimed in his usual jovial tone. “Thank you, sir,” Tom and Y/N replied at the same time. Tom and Y/N looked at one another, and he watched, unable to look away, as a genuine smile tugged at her lips.

Tom momentarily forgot they had been talking to Slughorn until the old fool spoke again, telling them they were welcome to spend the last few minutes of class how they wished. The two chose not to speak, something Tom was grateful for, as they put away their belongings. It wasn’t until the bell chimed telling them it was time for lunch that they spoke again.

“I’ll see you next Thursday, yeah?” Y/N looked at him with, what he could only describe as a hopeful look in her eyes. Tom nodded, “of course.” Tom watched as she left, her figure sauntering out of the potions door. He was once again reminded of where he was when he heard Avery’s grating voice ask him a question.

Though Tom did not have another class with her till next Thursday, he couldn’t seem to stop seeing her in some form. He saw her in the halls, a weird feeling gathering in his chest when she would give him a friendly wave as they passed each other by. He saw her in the Great Hall, his skin growing warm as his eyes accidentally caught hers from where they both sat at their respective tables.

Their next potions class together, Tom planned to work alone, but Y/N fell into step beside him, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she asked, “do you mind if I join you?”. Tom, who should have found a polite way to tell her to ‘fuck off’, couldn’t bring himself to turn her away.

“Not at all,” Tom wanted to hex himself. Why would he say that? Tom worked alone, he didn’t want nor need a partner, yet he did not hesitate to let her join him. It was beginning to drive him mad, how out of character he was being towards a girl he’s known for no longer than a week. Tom needed answers for why he was acting this way, for why he was being affected in such a way.

But answers wouldn’t come. For the next month Tom was tormented every time they worked together: sweaty palms, shortness of breath, conflicting thoughts. He was beginning to think she was attempting to bewitch him in some way, casting discrete spells on him. So, he began to pay closer attention to her, trying to catch her in the act, paying attention to her every move.

He noticed everything. From the way she hid behind her hands when she laughed all the way to how she liked her fruit cut a certain way. Every mannerism he noticed, he mentally jotted down— in case it was needed for future blackmail of course (he was sure he could spin the fruit thing into a vicious rumor of some kind).

Everything came to a head on February 26th. It was a chilly Friday night and the Slug Club was supposed to meet for a lavish dinner in Slughorn's office with its usual attendants.

Except, when Tom walked in it was anything but the usual attendants or atmosphere. Instead Tom walked into an office decorated to look far more lavish than usual with trays of food and drink floating about for guests to pick off of. As Tom walked further in, he saw more than just the typical group of boys that met once a month. He saw other students, as well as other adults, whom Tom assumed were acquaintances of Slughorn.

Tom thought of skipping this meeting, as gatherings such as this were out of his comfort zone, until something caught his eye. ‘Sweet Salazar,’ Tom thought to himself, exasperated. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at— or should he say, who he was looking at. It was Y/N, dressed in a flattering knee length, emerald dress. Tom thought of approaching her, but found himself rooted in place.

After a second, he finally found himself moving towards her, but before he could make it to her side, another boy approached her first. Tom slowed his steps as he felt a surge of white hot anger consume him at the sight of this Neanderthal touching her, as if he was worthy of such a thing. He was a plain looking fellow; average height, basic attire, and dull features.

‘As if she would go for the likes of him,’ it was that thought that made alarm bells go off in his head. Why would he think that? If not that boy, then who would she go for? Tom’s mind raced as he thought the question over. He fought with himself as he kept coming back to the same conclusion: Y/N deserved himself.

It was a conclusion he didn’t understand, but it was the only one he kept coming back to; the only one that made sense. Needing time to process what he realized, he slinked off, out of Y/N’s eyesight.

Tom was good at sneaking around and avoiding others, it was something he’d done since before his days at Hogwarts, when he was just a young child at Wool’s Orphanage. So it wasn’t hard to avoid Y/N for the remainder of the gathering, but in trying to avoid her, he ran into Slughorn.

“Tom! My boy! How are you enjoying the party?” Slughorn asked, clapping a heavy hand on his shoulder. Tom, though he wanted to be left alone, faked a polite smile, “I’m enjoying myself well enough, sir, you’ve truly outdone yourself this time.” He hoped a little flattery would help spend this conversation up, as he wasn’t in the mood to deal with him right now. “Good, good..” Slughorn trailed off, Tom hoped that would be the end of it, but the Professor seemed to have one more thing to add.

“I’ve noticed you hanging around Ms. Y/L/N more, and I must say, I like the idea of you two growing closer,” Slughorn confessed. Tom, though feeling embarrassed that his teacher noticed and decided to comment on an aspect of his personal life, played the bashful card. He forced himself to smile and glance at his feet, “I see.”

Slughorn gave Tom a pat on the back, wishing him luck, and departed to go mingle with more guests. Tom managed to avoid both Slughorn and Y/N for the rest of the night as he stayed in the furthest section of the party, mingling with the likes of Mulciber and Nott.

Finally having had enough, Tom decided to slip out of the room and into the empty hallway, intent on going back to his dorm and getting some rest. He hadn’t made it far from the party when he heard Y/N call for him from behind.

“Tom!” Y/N’s voice echoed throughout the hall. Tom stopped and turned to her, unsure of what she could need from him. Once she finally caught up to him, she stopped before him, slightly winded. Tom gave her a moment to collect herself, but a bashful look crossed her face as she seemed to be second guessing herself.

“Yes, Y/N?” Tom gently goaded, trying to get her to spit it out. It was another second before she finally spoke, “will you walk me back to my common room?”. It was a question that took him off guard, as that was not in the realm of what he guessed she could want. The fact that she wanted him to walk her back to her common room made his heart thump wildly against his chest. Giving her a slight nod, he held his arm out to her.

Feeling her hand delicately grasp his arm made him feel sick, having never done anything like this before. “Did you enjoy yourself? I assume this was the first time you’ve been invited?” Tom asked, trying to fill the silence. Well, that’s what he told himself at least. Truthfully, he just wanted to hear her voice; he could listen to her speak all day if she let him.

“Yes, this is my first time going,” she confirmed, “it was alright, a bit overwhelming if I’m being honest.” Tom nodded, knowing what she meant, “I felt the same.”

The two of them lapse into silence, only the sounds of their shoes could be heard as Tom escorted her back to her common room. Tom made sure to take smaller steps to be sure he didn’t accidentally drag her across the castle, but also, to prolong their walk.

Still, the walk was over far too soon as they came to a stop in front of her common room entrance. She let go of his arm, and the two of them faced each other. “Thank you for walking me back, Tom,” Y/N said. Tom gave her a genuine smile, “it was nothing.”

Y/N looked from Tom, to the entrance, and back to him again. She seemed as if she wanted to say something, and Tom, not wanting to be rude (for once) patiently waited for her to gather her courage to say what was on her mind. “I plan to go to Hogsmeade next weekend, would you mind accompanying me?” She asked.

The look on Tom’s face must have been awfully amusing as Y/N’s laughter reverberated throughout the hall. The sound of her laughter making his chest ache with how sweet it sounded. It made Tom wish he could bottle it up and keep it on a shelf; save it for moments when he needed to be reminded that something other than pain and cruelty existed in this world.

“So..” Y/N trailed off, laughter still evident in her tone, “is that a yes?”.

Finding his voice Tom agreed, “that’s a yes.”

Tom and Y/N bid each other goodnight, parting ways as she stepped through the entrance to her common room. As the entrance closed behind her Tom turned to make his way back to the dungeon, a feeling of anticipation filling him as thought’s of Y/N and their future date overrun his mind.

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Wounds Unseen

summary: You and Hunter help each other through the fallout of Omega’s capture on Pabu.

pairing: sergeant hunter (tbb) x reader

tags: season 3 spoilers, angst, injuries (incl. blood), trauma, hurt/comfort, fluff

rating: T

word count: 3.298k

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You bit your cheek to try to keep yourself silent as you limped over and over on your injured leg. The skin hadn’t stopped burning or bleeding since the blaster bolt caught it, but that didn’t stop you from walking on it and ignoring the pain as you tried your best to find Crosshair.

You had seen it all happen. The distraction, the attempted shot, and the long arc the tracker made before it ultimately missed the ship created an image within your mind that was hard to get rid of. The way your heart had fallen into the pits of your stomach was even harder to ignore.

It had broken you, but there was no doubt you weren’t nearly as broken as Crosshair was. That weight was sitting firmly on his shoulders. And Hunter…

He didn’t even know.

Neither did Wrecker, who was still unconscious in Shep’s safe room. You tightened your jaw at the thought of it. He would be devastated, but he would keep himself strong for the sake of Omega and his brothers. He had done it before for you and Hunter. You could only hope that he had taken the time to process it—and that he would do so again.

Chaos was still ensuing all around you, but you were set on your own mission. The pain hiding at the edges of your senses threatened to creep in and drown out everything else. You pushed it back, intent upon focusing on your family instead. You weren’t far from where Crosshair had made the shot.

The closer you got, the more you began to realize you weren’t the first one to find him.

Elevated voices got louder as you picked up your pace as much as you could manage. There was no mistaking the sound of Hunter’s rage, which bit through each word he spoke—or yelled. Crosshair’s responses were full of his own venom, but it was undoubtedly aimed towards himself.

Either way, they were taking their devastation out on each other, and you couldn’t sit by and let it happen, especially not when you thought of how Omega would react to it. You winced as you went even faster, never stopping until Hunter and Crosshair were in full earshot.

“Whose fault is it now?” Hunter snapped at Crosshair as you struggled down a nearby staircase. He gave Crosshair’s armored shoulder a rough shove. “Who’s the one that let her go?”

“Hunter!” You called for him from where you had just stepped off the last stair. You swallowed back a cry of pain and made your way over to them.

“This was your choice, Hunter,” Crosshair snarled in response. “You were the one who left her to me. I did the best with what you gave me!”

“My choice?” Hunter scoffed and tightened his fists at his sides. “My choice, my order, was for you to stay with her and Wrecker! It was one simple order, Crosshair!” Hunter pushed off Crosshair’s chestplate that time. “And you couldn’t even follow it!”

“Hunter!” The adrenaline thankfully helped in hiding your pain as you stood close to the two of them. Crosshair had kept his helmet on, but Hunter’s was off, and his gaze was sending his brother threatening daggers. Both their armored shoulders heaved with visible anger. You set a hand on Hunter’s and held it tight. “Stop.”

“We’ve never been keen on following orders.” Crosshair’s tone was almost smug, but you read it well. He was masking his own pain. “What else did you expect? Stormtroopers would have found us there eventually. Omega decided to focus on the bigger mission.”

Your lips tightened at the slight waver in his voice. When you looked at Hunter, he lacked any of that same sympathy towards his brother.

“Not only did you let her do that, but you also didn’t hold up your end of the plan.” Hunter stepped closer to Crosshair and jabbed a gloved finger into the center of his chestplate. “You are the reason she’s there, now, and I won’t ever let you forget that.”

“And how did getting that shuttle go?” You tensed as Crosshair began to deflect his unbearable pain. “I wasn’t the only one who failed. We all did.” Crosshair pointed his finger towards Hunter’s head. “That’s what you should remember.”

Hunter’s anger boiled over. He reached an arm back and you leapt forward without thinking. “Don’t—!”

At the same time you leaned onto your injured leg, Hunter stepped forward with his, causing his leg to hit yours just inches from your wound. You cut yourself off with your own cry of agony as your leg gave out underneath you, and you fell to the stone at Hunter’s boots.

He immediately knelt down at your side, his hands holding your shoulders before one of them cupped the side of your face. “Hey, are you okay?” He was breathless in his worry, all the anger having fled from his gaze as concern poured over in the warm depths of his eyes. Hunter gave you a worried once-over, his hand moving from your shoulder to your leg. “I’m so sorry.”

There was a hand placed on your shoulder from behind, and you looked briefly to see Crosshair knelt behind you with his helmet tilted in his own concern. Despite the pained furrow in your brow, you nodded at him and turned back to Hunter. “It wasn’t you.”

You exhaled and shifted, biting back a growl as you showed Hunter your wound. His eyes widened to double their usual size before they snapped back to your own gaze. “You got shot?��

“Barely.” You gritted your teeth as you sat up more. Hunter’s gaze fell back to your injured leg as his thumb brushed mindlessly over your cheek. “It looks worse than it feels.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re lying.” He sighed, a worried crease still knit in his brow as he put his helmet back on and began to help you up. “We need to get that patched up while it’s still fresh.”

Crosshair stood with the two of you, but he refused to look at Hunter as he spoke solely to you. “How can I help?”

You offered him a small smile. “Can you stay with Wrecker? I don’t want him to be alone when he wakes.” You deflated and let your gaze fall away from Crosshair’s visor. “Especially with…”

You trailed off, and silence sat between the three of you for a long moment. Crosshair eventually nodded and shuffled away, heading back the way you first came. You closed your eyes and leaned more into Hunter, who took the extra weight with ease. His helmet looked over at you. “Are you sure you can walk?”

You nodded, offering him the same smile you had just given Crosshair as he started to crutch you to a safe place. The most reasonable place for you two to go would have been where Wrecker still was, but Hunter clearly had no desire to be anywhere near Crosshair—and you wanted the privacy to get through to Hunter, anyway.

Hunter’s hand tightened on your side when you winced while going around a corner. “How did it happen?”

You tightened your jaw and considered your words, but the truth was what he deserved. “I was laying down cover for Crosshair.” Hunter physically bristled at your words. “I was too focused on looking between him and the ship. I missed the trooper who was hiding in my peripheral.”

Hunter sighed and gave your leg another glance. “Looks like they got you good.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “They still partially missed.”

Hunter huffed in amusement at that. “True.” He brought himself closer to your side. “Let’s just be glad it wasn’t the Imperial shadow going after you.”

Silence fell over the two of you for the rest of your journey. The chaos returned the closer you got to the homes of the Pabu islanders, causing your stomach to turn in guilt. You couldn’t imagine how it must have made Omega feel. It was no wonder that someone like her would turn herself in to make it stop.

You and Hunter eventually arrived at one of the unoccupied homes that Shep had made available to you. When you stepped inside, your chest lit aflame with anger at the sight of everything being turned over. There was no doubt the Empire had searched this place, just as they had with everyone’s homes.

It no longer felt like the secret safe haven you and Hunter got to sneak away to. Just like the Marauder, a loss you weren’t close to processing yet, this had also been taken from you. And Omega…

That was a void you refused to acknowledge just yet.

Hunter moved away from your side to lift a chair up from where it had been knocked onto the floor. He then held you by the shoulders and eased you down onto it, urging you to keep your injured leg straight before he knelt down in front of it. Hunter was swift in removing his helmet and his pack. He sifted through its contents and pulled out the medpac.

As Hunter began to work, he tightened his jaw and spoke in a low voice. “I should’ve been there.”

You shook your head at him. “You were doing your part.” When Hunter didn’t respond, you set your hand over his, which had been offering him stability. “Crosshair didn’t mean what he said.”

Hunter gave you a quick warning glance, but it wasn’t threatening. The devastation in his gaze spoke for him.

“And I hope you didn’t mean what you said to Crosshair.”

Hunter continued his work on your wound even as he distanced himself from you. His hand slid out from under yours. “So, you’re taking his side?”

You sighed heavily. “There’s no side to take, Hunter.”

Hunter gave you an incredulous look. “He let her—.”

“He didn’t let her do anything.” You circled your jaw at him, conveying your severity. “Omega was going to turn herself in no matter what Crosshair said. She was set on it.”

Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “You say that like you were there.”

“I was.”

Hunter froze where he was, and a flash of betrayal lit up his brown gaze for a moment. It struck your heart, but you didn’t let that show. It was only after a long, tense pause that Hunter spoke in a chilling voice. “Then you let her do it, too?”

“I was with Wrecker, and they were also there. Like I said before, Omega was going to do it no matter what.” You glanced down at your lap, remembering that last embrace you had given her. “She wanted to get the coordinates to Tantiss. Not for herself, but for all the clones who are trapped there.” You scoffed and picked at the material of your pants. “She’s braver than any of us.”

When you gained the faith to look at Hunter again, you were devastated to see him kneeling there with his head hung low. His eyes were closed as if he was in pain. “There wasn’t anything we could have done?” His voice was hushed.

You lifted a hand to the side of Hunter’s face, urging him to look at you again as you caressed his flushed skin. “No, there wasn’t.” Hunter leaned into your touch and closed his eyes again. “Crosshair tried to talk her out of it. He was just as reluctant as any of us would have been.” Hunter reopened his eyes at that, and you ran your thumb over his cheek to soothe him. “And then he alone had to be responsible for the last part of the plan.”

Hunter’s gaze began to dart around the room as he cursed under his breath. He was gentle in holding your wrist to drop your hand from his face. “He’s already been worried enough about his shot with his hand.”

You nodded, grimacing with him as he processed everything. Hunter brought his hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, his armored shoulders rising and falling in a deep, heavy breath. He then shook his head.

“I messed up.” Hunter scoffed at himself. “Again.” You pulled the corners of your mouth tight in sympathy for him as he went on. “He’s already blaming himself, and I made it worse.”

You brushed some of the tufts of hair away from Hunter’s face, making him glance up at you again. You offered him an encouraging smile. “It’s not too late to make it right.”

Hunter returned your smile, but only for a moment. “Right. But first,” he turned his attention back to the medpac, “I have to make this right.”

You chuckled at that, just to wince when Hunter began to clean the wound. He let you hold his wrist while he worked, and you squeezed it any time the pain was too much. He would pause and give you time before trying again.

It reminded you of the times you would patch him up on the Marauder, both during the war and after. The thought of the ship made your heart sink yet again. It wasn’t just a ship to all of you, or even just a temporary home.

It was one of the last pieces you had of Tech.

“I can’t believe the Marauder’s gone.” Your voice was a haunted whisper as you spoke.

The genuine sadness in your tone earned Hunter’s gaze. “I know.” He set a comforting hand on your non-injured leg. “It’s gonna be an adjustment.”

Sudden emotion began to well up in you. “I just… it always made me think of…”

Hunter’s eyes glazed over in understanding as he rose to his feet. “I know.” He repeated the words in a softer tone than before. Hunter held you against him for a long moment, your cheek pressed against his armor as he set a gentle kiss on your head. “At least Omega kept his goggles safe.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and willed the tear that hung on your lashes not to fall. Your voice was a broken whisper as you went on. “I miss him so much, Hunt.”

Hunter held you closer. “I do, too.” His own voice wavered, a rare occurrence for the one who always made himself so strong for the sake of his squad. “Things would be very different if he was… still around.”

You heaved a deep breath and stayed close to Hunter until you gained the strength to break away from him. He knelt back down to your level and wiped away the single tear with his thumb. You noticed he wasn’t far from shedding a tear himself. You shifted your focus onto him as you held his face between your hands. “How are you feeling about it?”

Hunter’s brow wrinkled together. “About what?”

You resisted the urge to scoff. “All of it.”

Hunter parted his lips to speak, then stopped. His gaze fell, and he circled his jaw the way he often did when he was struggling to maintain his composure. You ran your thumbs across his cheeks and waited patiently for him. His voice was a shattered remnant of himself when he spoke. “It feels like we just got her back.”

You eased your forehead against his and nodded. “I know,” you repeated Hunter’s own words from before. “But it was only a matter of time until they caught up to us.”

Hunter closed his eyes and held your wrists like he would fall away from the galaxy if he let go. “I can’t believe we have to do this again.” He shook his head, minding yours that still rested against his own. “We have to live this nightmare again.”

You sat in silence for a few moments before you dared to respond. “Omega’s strong, Hunter. She’ll be okay in there.” You took a deep breath. “But we have to make good on the plan. It’s not too late, yet. We can still find Tantiss.”

Hunter opened his eyes and looked at you with defeat. “How?”

You offered the most encouraging smile you could muster. “We’ll find a way. We always do, somehow.”

Hunter’s gaze searched yours as he tried to convince himself of your words. Eventually, he began to break into the smallest of smiles. “This is why you’re Sunny.” He lifted a hand to brush his thumb over your lips. “Our bright light in the dark.” He leaned closer at the same time as you, his mouth nearly on yours as he whispered one last thing. “My Sun.”

He closed the gap, letting the two of you indulge in the sweetest possible source of relief, comfort, and love. It was always those moments that allowed the two of you to escape the cruelty of the galaxy for even just a small sliver of time, where all you had to conceive of was one another and the affection you so deeply shared. It had taken a long time to get to that point, but now that you were there, neither one of you would ever take it for granted.

You pulled away with lingering lips, reluctant to let go of the moment as you faced reality once again. “We need to get back to Wrecker and Crosshair.”

Hunter exhaled softly and nodded to agree with you. You brushed a fallen piece of hair out of his face as he went back to finishing the dressing on your wound. He worked quickly with the clarity that your brief display of affection had provided, and soon, he was crutching you back to Shep’s.

Some of the chaos had died down, with the Imperial forces having abandoned the island—and leaving it to burn. You scoffed to yourself at the mere thought of it. The livelihood of all the islanders was destroyed, and the Empire couldn’t have cared less. Knowing Omega was in their “care” made you sick.

When you got to Shep’s, you were disturbed to see that Wrecker still hadn’t woken. Crosshair rose from his place at Wrecker’s side, his helmet removed and his gaze fixed on anything and anyone except for Hunter. You shared an understanding glance with Hunter as he set you down beside Wrecker. He nodded and gently squeezed your non-injured thigh before turning to his brother.

“Crosshair.” Hunter cleared his throat as Crosshair met his gaze. “Can I speak with you, outside?”

Crosshair gave you a quick look, and you nodded in reassurance. He repeated the gesture to Hunter and let him lead the way outside. Hunter didn’t take them far, and they were only partially out of your view from the doorway. While you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you watched to see how it all would go, your hand resting on Wrecker’s boot for comfort.

Their rapport looked much calmer than before, and your chest began to warm when Hunter set a hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. You were shocked when that gesture turned into something more, with Hunter offering his brother a comforting embrace. You couldn’t help smiling to yourself as they stayed there for a while.

You all had lost a lot that day, but there was no one person to blame—no one except the Empire. Now that you were united once again, they didn’t stand a single chance, and you were relieved that you helped Hunter to understand that. Hemlock could watch his back, but that wouldn’t be enough. None of you would stop until Omega was free, once and for all.

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Sometimes, home is a person.

Summary: Joel loves music and so do you, and he finds the perfect thing for it on patrol

A/N: I wanna dance with Joel AGHHH GOD. Also I'm putting the song I'd put in my apocalypse record player here. Which would you pick??

Pairing: Joel Miller x gn!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: fluff, language, a vague suicide mention, established relationship

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"Joel! Get your ass over here!" Tommy's voice echoed throughout the large house they'd just cleared out, nearing the end of their patrol for the day.

The stairs creaked beneath his feet as he trudged up them, turning the corner and walking into the room Tommy was stood in, hands outstretched in front of him as he looked at Joel, before gesturing to the space in front of him. "Look!" He said expectantly as Joel turned and let his eyes rove over the items before him.

A blue record player, weathered with age and apocalypse, with a case of records on the floor beside it. There were also posters from some musical bands which were a little damaged too, but a few were still recognisable.

"Well, shit." Joel chuckled, fingertips lightly brushing against the case of the record player as he turned back to face Tommy. "You takin' any of this or 's it a gift for me?"

"All for you, brother. Meet me outside in 10, yeah?"

Joel nodded before turning back around and checking the record player for damage, deciding it would probably still work and moving onto the records. He picked out a few he liked and some more he knew you'd like too, putting them in his pack and finally looking to the posters. He swiftly pocketed the Pearl Jam one and looked for some more, finally ending up with Tommy a little more than 10 minutes later.

"You sure took your time." He had teased as Joel walked out, pack close to bursting by now with all the shit he was trying to bring back. He didn't really get excited over stuff anymore, but he hadn't come across a single record player in.. ever, so it was a pretty big thing for him. Not only that, but you loved music just as much as he did, and he knew you'd be over the moon when he brought everything back.

"Had to make sure I wasn't leavin' anythin' good behind." Joel explained as he mounted his horse, the pair kicking off and starting the journey back to Jackson.

You watched the swirls of stock and water blend together in the pot as you cooked dinner when the telltale sound of heavy footsteps plodding up the porch and the key turning in the lock graced your ears.

"'m home!" Joel called as you turned the heat down on the stove and walked over to the entryway.

"Hey." You smiled, going over to him and giving him a small kiss. "How was patrol?"

"Was good, nothin' special really." He replied, wanting to keep the record player a secret so he could surprise you later.

"No infected?" You asked as you reached to help get his jacket off, before reaching for his pack too. He quickly stopped you from taking it with his hand, causing you to look at him confusedly.

"What? You hidin' something from me?" You questioned with a little smile, before retreating and hanging his jacket up.

"Not hidin' anythin'." He told you in a gruff voice as he took off his boots and followed you into the kitchen.

You gave him an 'ookay then' look, and he knew you'd seen straight through him, but you chose to just let it go. "Dinner'll be ready in a bit, then. You should go shower, you're all stinky." You teased as you wrinkled your nose slightly, making him let out a low chuckle as he walked upstairs.

"Yes ma'am."

That evening, the two of you ate and after you both finished, you were resting on the couch when Joel gently took the book you were reading from your hands.

"Wanted t'show you somethin'." He said, trying to suppress the smile that wanted to etch itself onto his face but ultimately failing.

"I knew you were hiding something!" You immediately responded with a grin as you sat up off the couch and looked at him expectedly.

"Yeah, ya always gotta be right, don't cha?" He smirked as he stood up and reached down into the pack.

"Now close your eyes." He told you, making you let out a small laugh as you did.

"Okay this better be the coolest thing ever Joel, you're really making it seem that way." You said as he stood in front of you.

"It is. Open your eyes."

You did, and when you saw the record player in his hands, you let out a little gasp and looked from him to the record player and back to him again.

"Is this.." you began, before reaching for the little clasp on it and popping it open.

He watched your eyes sparkle like they'd never done before as his heart positively melted.

"Yeah, found it on patrol." He explained as he put the record player on a table then took your hand and pulled you up from the couch.

"Y'gonna keep gawkin' at it or you wanna dance with me?" He smirked as you looked back at him and smiled.

"Yeah- Let's dance."

He put a record on that he knew you'd love and put his hand on your waist, pulling you a little closer as your hands joined behind his neck and the two of you danced slowly, swaying to the music. You looked up at his face and let your left hand trail across his jaw, cupping it as your thumb raked over the coarse stubble that littered along the bottom of his face. Your gaze shifted to his eyes, a deep warm brown which stared back at you with such love that was only reserved for a select few people in Joel's life. His face, scarred from the many battles he'd fought - physical and mental - and from age. A face which you adored regardless of any 'imperfection'. A particular scar on his temple came into view and you lingered on it for a minute. If he had been successful that day, you wouldn't be here, alive even, let alone living the best life you reckoned you could in the apocalyptic world with the man you loved. You shook the thought away and let your eyes finally fall on his lips. Slightly chapped, pink and pouty, just begging to be kissed.

Of course, you oblige as you lean in and press your lips to his, the song coming to a slow end even though you didn't notice since you were so lost in thought, in admiration for the man you were so blessed to call yours. You poured everything into the kiss, wanting to emphasise just how much you loved him without even needing words. He needed to know it, and you'd come to realise that, so you showed him as much as you could every single day.

Thank you SM for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open 💞

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pigcowboys · 9 months

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steady and slow !

pairing; ꒰percy jackson x gn! apollo! reader꒱⋆·˚

summary: you attempt to teach percy how to use a bow and arrow.

warning(s): incorrect bow handling knowledge, kissing(?)

request(s): hi honey!! could i request something with percy jackson x apollo reader? (either fem or gn, whichever is more convenient for you) just anything lighthearted, my brain is kind of empty rn LMAO. would love to see what you come up with

tysm for requesting!!!! im so sorry if it's a bit repetitive, i'm currently going thru writer's block.

"what?" you replied, face contorted in confusion as you stared at the lanky boy in front of you. percy simply stared back at you with a smile on his face before he spoke once more.

"i want you to teach me how to use a bow and arrow." you blinked at him.

honestly, you didn't have anything against teaching him how to shoot. the only problem was that he approached you with this proposition while you were mid aim.

he was such a weird guy.

he always greeted you when he saw you around, a bright smile curling onto his lips as he'd call out to you from at least a feet away, walking over to you as he struck up a conversation about whatever seemed to pop into his head in that same moment. you weren't much of a talker, never was -- though that didn't seem the stop him at all from spewing whatever rolled off his tongue first.

at first, it was nice to see him from time to time. you didn't have much friends so, just the reminder that human beings cared enough to talk to you was reassuring. then, it became annoying. whenever it was time to wind down and chat at the campfire, he was there. the early breakfast where everyone would drag themselves out of their bed to attend, he was there too, saving you a seat and asking if you slept okay with dopey grin.

so weird..

being as you were in the apollo cabin, you were destined to have great archery skills, just like your other half-siblings. you guessed he seemed to pick up on the fact you were a pro with the bow. it was probably the reason he was idled in front of you once more, the same smile he always wore around you on his face as he awaited your answer.

you scanned over pecy's face curiously, lowering your bow as you sighed. "why can't you ask someone else?" you pointed to your cabin. "i'm pretty sure one of my siblings are still inside." percy's smile faltered slightly as a laugh escaped his lips.

"actually," he replied. "i..wanted to ask you personally."

"why me?"

he paused, blinking slowly as he stared at you silently. see, totally weird.

you'd figured he must've been too shy to ask someone he didn't know well, trying to find the willpower inside of yourself to say yes to his request before ultimately giving in. you handed him the bow in your hand which he took almost immediately.

"well..if you want to learn, we should start soon." you said, an unreadable expression on your face. percy's fingers lingered a moment too long on your own, a slightly surprised look on his face as he pulled them away from your own, holding the bow close to his chest.

"thanks!" he replied, a bit too excited. you gave him a puzzled expression and he cleared his throat. "thank you, so much." he responded, now with a much more neutral voice. you couldn't help but contemplate giving up on the request.

"okay, first of all, you have to line up with your target." you said, watching percy intently as he spread his legs slightly, holding the bow at his side as he looked forward at the target board. "like this?" he asked, turning his head to look at you only for you to push it back into position. you circled around him, eyeing him silently as you observed his stance. perfect. almost, at least.

you grumbled something to yourself, leaning forward to adjust percy's legs and posture absentmindedly. you pulled back, tilting your head as you examined the boy in front of you, finally satisfied with his stance. "perfect," you turned to look where he was looking as well, ignoring the redness of his ears as you moved behind him.

"you've used a bow before, right?" you asked, breath fanning against the back of his neck. percy shivered slightly, shaking his head as he attempted to stand as upright as possible so to avoid you calling him out. "my weapon of choice isn't usually long ranged things." he replied nervously, eye flickering between behind him; where you were situated and the target in front of him.

"what made you change your mind on it?"

he fell silent once more. was he just going to keep dancing around that question? you observed his jittery posture analytically, reaching out to moved his hands upwards in tandem with the bow he gripped. his skin felt warm, probably a product of the hot summer sun that mercilessly cooked the two of you alive.

for someone who was constantly on quests, his skin wasn't as rough as you'd imagined it to be. it was..soft..and kind of smooth. not sure why you were taking note of what skin to skin contact with him felt like, though.

"is this good?" percy's voice cut through your thoughts, making you jump a bit. you removed your hand from his arm, breaking the skin to skin contact as you ignored the funny fluttering in the pit of your stomach. you moved back a bit, observing percy's stance with a nod. "yeah. yeah, that's good." you two fell silent again.

"take the shot when you're ready," you said, filling the silence. "make sure you have an eye on the target, okay?" percy hummed in response, aiming the bow towards the target in front of him. he idled for a minute, making sure he was precise as possible before taking a shot. the arrow flew threw the air, landing precisely on the dot of the target with just a swift pull of percy's bow.

you were pleasantly surprised. who knew percy was such a natural at archery? percy's eyes widened as he turned to look at you a boyish grin plastered on his face. you couldn't deny how hard it was to fight a smile when you saw his face, especially since he looked undeniably good with a smile on his face, the corner of his eyes crinkled slightly as his pretty lips curled upwards.

not that you cared, though.

"nice shot." you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. "you're a pro." percy placed the bow down, strolling over to you sheepishly. "you think so?" his smile never faltered as he stared at you with twinkling eyes. you wonder if his cheeks ever started to hurt whenever he smiled. "i mean, you did hit the target on your first try so.. yeah."

percy nodded along slowly, idling in front of you. "i guess since you're so skilled already, i won't have much else to teach you." you replied, walking over to the bow and arrow percy had placed as you placed it into it's casing. “i can ask one of my siblings to help, after all you are pretty stiff.”

"you’re not going to stick around ?" he responded, slightly alarmed. "can't you just — teach me a few more tricks?" he followed after you as you began to walk towards your cabin. tricks..? was he serious? you'd already known percy was fibbing a bit when he'd claimed he had no knowledge on how to use a bow but, you let it slide. never used a bow? a definite lie, you’d heard horror stories about how he’d almost taken an apollo kid’s eye out his first week here.

maybe he wasn’t good with the bow, but he had experience. there was no reason you had to walk him through everything.

though, the lesson's ended and still, here he was trying to come up with another excuse to keep it running on. you stopped dead in your tracks as you turned to face percy with furrowed eyebrows.

"tell me the real reason you wanted my help, percy." your voice was stern but calm. you weren't mad at him, despite him wasting your time. though, the mystery of his request had dragged on for longer than you would've liked it to. percy once again went radio silent as the redness of his ears from before returned. was he blushing?

"if i tell you, promise you won't avoid me?"

"why? what's the reason?"

"promise."

"percy.."

"please.”

your lips folded into a thin line as you exhaled, nodding in agreement. "yeah, fine, i promise." you replied, slightly on edge.

percy's smile peeked through his nervous expression for a moment before he inhaled deeply. "so," he started, rubbing the back on his neck. "..you're always over here practicing with your bow — and since you never talk to me much when i'm just rambling to you about different things, i just figured taking an interest in something you liked would make things less awkward between us,” he trailed off.

“maybe we'd even become friends. or, at least you'd feel comfortable enough to talk to me sometimes." word vomit spewed from percy's mouth as he muttered out something about archery and friendships.

at least, that's what you think you heard..

"percy." you replied, sternly. he stopped talking, turning his full attention to you. "please, just sum it up." you pinched the bridge of your nose. he lowered his head a bit dejectedly before speaking once more. you eyed him curiously, heart racing as you awaited him to finally explain himself, because believe it or not, you had hoped that he was going to confess that the little archery lesson was some form of a date.

a really, really, really awkward date — but still one, nonetheless.

you watched quietly as percy worked up the courage to speak, scaring you in the process. "i think you're super cool — and amazing." he mumbled, straightening his posture. your stomach turned as you bit back the smile that was threatening to appear on your face, awaiting percy to finish his sentence. "so.. i wanted to try to get to know you better by taking lessons." he paused. " even though..i may not have the most interest in it."

your struggle ceased as a smile appeared on your face. "what're you saying?" you said, feigning ignorance. you knew what he was saying all too well, it was exactly how you felt every time he'd greet you whenever he saw you around.

you’d hide your excitement with a neutral composure and 2 or 3 quips before dashing away to calm your still beating heart. it was the same way you felt whenever you'd pull yourself out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you made your way over to attend breakfast, your grogginess fading as you took notice of percy sitting at a table with his friends, the seat next to him occupied by his blue hoodie which sat beside him, obviously a sign that the seat was meant for someone else.

you knew he felt how you felt, all you wanted was to hear it with your own ears, once and for all.

percy bit the inside of his cheek, eyebrows furrowed and cheeks hot and slightly red as he stared at you intensely. "i like you," he smiled. "a lot more than you'd think." you felt your heart swell.

"i..didn't know."

"like hell you didn't." percy rebutted. "i'm always bothering you, there's no way you wouldn't catch on." he sighed. "what i wanna know is, do you feel the same way..?" he asked, looking at you with his sea green eyes that swirled with a flurry of emotions that you couldn't put your finger on.

you wanted to say "yes! yes! of course!" and throw yourself into his arms as the two of you ran into the sunset, never looking back but, you had an reputation to uphold. so, you simply settled for leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. percy's blood ran cold as you pulled back, avoiding eye contact with him as you let your action sink into your brains.

then, with the same breath, you turned around, meeting his eyes once more as the corners of your lips curled into a smile. "i'll teach you those tricks same time tomorrow," you paused. "don't be late, okay?"

percy nodded, dazed from the sensation of your lips against his skin as he watched you walk towards your cabin, your head not once turning to look behind you as you faded out of his view. and percy? he was left standing there as he replayed the events of today in his head, a lovesick smile spreading on his face before it faded. he brought a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek.

he needed to stop smiling so much, it was starting to hurt his face.

a/n:i didn't know if you wanted headcanons or a full blown story!! so i just went with whatever i wanted! i hope you liked it :)

#percy jackson fluff #percy jackson #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #pjo fluff #pjo hcs #x reader fluff #fluff fic

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bby-deerling · 5 months

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helloooooo!!! Conrgats on 250 followers!!! You absolutely deserve it, I love how you write for law and zoro :)

for the event, may I request law + gone too soon? thank you for writing!!

hiiiiiii anon!!! thank you so much for the praise, lovely!!! it means the world to me <3

law + gone too soon (sfw, gn!reader)

wc: 987 masterlist

ft. a bit of angst, manga spoilers, strawhat!reader

Law hadn’t expected his personal feelings to cause a snag in his plans. He wasn’t one for getting entangled in affairs of the heart, having a near endless amount of more important things to do; however, there was just something about you that piqued his curiosity, giving him no choice but to lurk around you like an oversized, slightly temperamental black cat.

When your crew splits up in Zou, he prays you’ll go with your Captain, and curses under his breath when he realizes just how difficult it will be to ignore your proximity while submerged under the waves in the Polar Tang. Unknowingly, you throw wrenches in his plan to avoid you, routinely seeking him out in his office, especially late at night when sleep is unfortunately not an option for either of you. He offers you sleep aids, but you simply tell him his company is enough to put you at ease; while he, whether he likes to admit it or not, enjoys these moments with you, he finds himself nearly unable to breathe until he knows for certain you’re fast asleep on his office couch. Your presence is nearly suffocating to him, but he just can’t seem to pull himself out of your orbit, no matter how hard he tries.

One evening, after the victory in Wano, you’re on your way to check on Luffy and Zoro, and bring a bento box to Chopper, who refused to leave their side. You wave a cheerful goodbye to Usopp and Franky, sitting by a fire near the docks; Law nearly lets you walk away, content to simply catch a glimpse of you, but he is ultimately unable to resist the urge to catch up with you and join you on your walk.

“It’s getting dark. I’ll walk with you.” he says, his tone not giving you much of an option to refuse, though he hopes you wouldn’t, if he gave you the choice.

Neither of you ones for idle small talk, you both cover a wide range of topics, from comparing types animals you’ve both dissected, to your varying experience of both having doctors for parents, which spills over into sharing some of your favorite childhood memories. Law’s stomach flutters, unnerved by the way you get him to open up so easily, especially by your ability to coax him to delve into the good parts of his past that were so few and far between, but he finds himself once again succumbing to the overwhelming urge to be close to you.

When you reach the castle, he stays outside and waits for you, trying desperately to regain his composure and cursing himself for going after you in the first place when he knows he is playing with fire.

“Payment.” you say playfully on your way back to the docks as you drop a small drawstring bag of coins in his hand, a sly grin across your face, “For safe passage across the River Styx.”

He examined the commemorative coins plastered with Big Mom’s image as the two of you continued to walk; you must have gotten one of your crewmates to keep an eye out for them on their journey to retrieve Sanji. A deep pain pulls at his heart when it sets in that you had asked your friends to go out of their way to bring back trinkets for him.

Law is speechless, but you simply smile, amused at the brief drop in his walls that was written all over his face. “Fitting for the man who defeated Big Mom.” you say, poking him in the arm.

“I had plenty of help.” he says, trying to fight the blush spreading on his cheeks.

“I know,” you say with a smirk, “but I don’t care for Jaggy.” Law lets out a chuckle at you using one of Luffy’s nicknames—he picked up a long time ago that, like your Captain, you’ll use them for people you don’t think much of, and is grateful that he’s more than Traffy to you.

Some sly, teasing remark inquiring if you care for him is on the tip of his tongue, but it gets stamped out by the rational part of his brain that reminds him you’ll be parting ways in a few days, likely to never see each other again.

“Me neither.” he says, hoping you didn’t notice his brief hesitation before he spoke.

He had returned you to his destination, but both of you were frozen, staring at each other and choking down a multitude of unspoken feelings.

“I’ve got something for you as well.” he finally says, breaking the silence, placing a small, white square in your hand—a piece of his vivre card.

“Don’t read too much into it.” he warns, pulling the brim of his cap over his eyes, knowing he’ll turn too soft if he can see the gratitude brimming in your gaze.

“Thank you, Law.” you say, squeezing his hand; your tone of voice tells him that you indeed had read too far into it, and were treating it as the cowardly confession that it was.

Tilting his hat upward to get a good glimpse of his face, you glance around to make sure no one was watching before pressing your lips to his cheek. Wordlessly, you reach into your pocket, tear a piece off of your own vivre card, and place it in his palm, covering it with yours. A mutual, silent, bittersweet understanding hung in the air—there was no way this could happen now, but you both agree to keep a shred of hope for someday.

As you walk back to the Sunny, he finds himself calling your name—only your name, no -ya tagged on the end.

“Take care of yourself.” he says, heart melting at the smile you give him in return.

“You too, Law.” you reply, waving goodbye to him as you disappear up the ramp of the Sunny and out of sight.

And when he’s dizzy, bleeding out, and being carried through the cold ocean currents by Bepo, he allows himself, if only for a second, to wonder if you’re watching the scrap of his vivre card burn up in your palm.

#one piece x reader #x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece scenario #250 follower event

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urmomspersonalwhore · 6 months

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Cold blood

-Kujou Sara/Reader, NSFW, Strap on use, pegging, Sleepover, Murders, mention of blood, killing, Rough sex, etc…

“No please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!”

You were at a sleepover.

Your friends, Arataki Itto, Kuki Shinobu and the Kamisato siblings. You all had voted on a movie and hurled up together in blankets.

You got up from the couch, struggling a bit since it was so crowded. Though, you managed to get out without tripping or stepping on anybody. Slowly walking to the bathroom, you turned on some lights to help better see as the house was extremely dark.

A sigh left your lips as you turned on the faucet, washing your face. You could never miss a day for your skin hygiene. It is the most important part of your body after all, since everybody sees it. And also, you didn't want any acne to form again.

As the cold water splashed onto your face, you heard a scream.

A blood-curdling scream.

I mean, nothing could've happened…

Right?

So you just brushed it off and thought they were playing around or whatnot.

It was until you heard loud footsteps as if someone was running and even a loud thud was when you locked the door and tried to find either a place to hide or escape.

More screams and cries can be heard while you panicked.

You were in a bathroom after all, where could you go?

So you did the most American move and went into the bathtub, turning around to see if there was a window.

None...

You sat down, holding your legs as your head came down. Tears fell onto your thighs as you sobbed. This is how you die.

You sat there, in tears until you could hear footsteps walking past the bathroom and opening a room. It's time, you slowly and quietly opened the bathroom door and then sprinted out. Instead of going down the stairs like planned, you bumped into someone’s chest. You looked up to only be met with a screaming ghost mask with a black coat. Your heart practically skipped a beat, you wanted to scream so bad.

Well, at least look at the bright side. You gave time for one of your friends in the room to hide.

You stepped back, a hand bracing for a blow from her knife.

But nothing.

Instead, she had pulled your arm, pushing you against her chest once more.

You blushed before yelping as she made you fall, dropping to her knees. Her legs at either side of you.

Your eyes widen, what was she doing?

It was very evident the killer was a woman by, of course, her chest but also such a slim physique despite the strength she held.

Her dagger trailed from your throat to your shirt, cutting it open as the person husked

“Don't even think about screaming or trying to escape.” the sentence was a bit muffled by her mask but still clear.

You nodded, not wanting to anger her.

She stared at your breast before slicing it in half revealing your bare tits. Hardening at the sudden feeling of coldness.

She pulled off her mask, revealing her stern expression with piercing yellow eyes. It was hard to peel your eyes away from them until her rough and callused hands worked their way to massage them, twisting and pulling which earned her some whimpers.

She grinned, you sounded just like a whining puppy with all those sweet noises you gave her.

Sara’s hands moved to tug at your waistband, bringing both your pants and underwear down.

A toothy smile formed at the sight of your surprisingly dripping cunt.

She had to resist herself from fucking you like a dog right then and there.

Her hand teased your clit as she looked up taking in every expression or noise with a smile.

Sticking out her tongue as she gave you kitty licks on your pussy, grinning with sharp canines.

The killer’s tongue then inserted into you, thrusting inside of your tight walls as your hands gripped onto her hair.

You gripped onto her Raven-colored locks, not knowing whether to push or pull Sara.

But ultimately, your thighs wrapped around her, pushing her face deeper into your cunt as you moaned.

Cumming all over her meanwhile, she licked every drop, not wasting one bit.

Her fingers prodded at your dripping entrance, pushing in your sensitive walls.

They slowly entered, brushing against your g-spot before ruthlessly pounding into you.

Sara’s pace never stopped, abusing your pussy until she had your thighs shaking from your second orgasm. Kissing your wet core as your release washed over you, a sigh leaving your trembling lips.

She smiled,

“This is just the beginning, sweet thing.”

A Yelp emitted from you as she picked you up, bringing you to a secluded room.

Forgetting about the people she was going to kill, only focusing on absolutely ruining your body.

Your body fell onto the mattress as she dropped you.

Smiling while she crawled to you, taking off her coat which had revealed her to be wearing combat cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt.

She unzipped her lower clothing, presenting the strap that she had been hiding the whole time.

Your cunt ached, she had been wearing that the whole time?

Teeth biting at your lip as you stared at it, how were you going to take something so big?

She smirked, teasing your pussy with the tip. Rubbing it against you for a while until she slowly pushed in.

Groaning at the feel of your tight walls around her faux cock.

She leaned into you, her mouth next to your ear while heavy Huffs came from her throat.

Sara gave you a few inches before bottoming out, forcing her dick into you with a singular push.

The killer started to pound into you, a hand sliding to grip your neck. Kisses sprawled around your collarbone, with bite marks.

Skin slapping is now being heard from the room alongside the overwhelming scent of sex.

She panted next to your ear, nibbling it from time to time with each thrust.

The cock hitting your spot as she pulled in and out.

Her free hand trailed away from your hip and to the bulge appearing every time her shaft went inside of you, pushing it ever so slightly which resulted in a loud moan from you.

You held her toned shoulders, whimpering as you managed to sob a sentence

“S’close! …Please!”

She chuckled, making your core throb. Yearning for more, you pushed your hips against her to match Sara’s brutal rhythm.

Her groans became more frequent along your moans, the strap stimulating her own cunt.

She became messier, grunting into your ear while she fucks you like a mutt in heat.

You two cum, almost at the same time.

Your nails clawing her back while emitting a sob from how overstimulated you were.

Sara smirks, laying down next to you.

“Wanna be my little helper, doll?”

Note

Sorry this took so long😭

©urmomspersonalwhore — please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platforms without my permission.

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wifeyifey · 1 year

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How about breaking up with them but then tell them that it was just a prank and that the reader didn’t really wanna break up with them please with fluff ending Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head

Hi!!! I tweaked it slightly so it wasn't repetitive, but I really hope you like it!!! Sorry, it took so long!

Deathslinger:

Caleb happened to have a match with you in the beginning of the day and everything seemed normal to him. You came up to him and gave him a kiss and a small smack to his ass, ya know, the usual. He returned that smack with a good laugh from him and a small giggle from you. While the trial went on, there was only one survivor left and that was you. Caleb walked around the map to find his sweet lil thing. You saw Caleb in the distance and wanted to sneak up on him to give him a little scare. Walking up behind him, your hands going to his sides and giving him a little squeeze making the man jump a little before whipping around to look at his assaulter in the face. “Shit, darlin’ you gave me a lil scare there,” Caleb chuckled out, “So after ya leave here, yer comin’ to my place right?” he asked caressing your cheek bone with the back of his finger. “Hmmm, and why would I do that?” He frowns a little at your teasing because sometimes you do it at inappropriate times and he’s considering it an inappropriate time right now. He hasn’t seen you in a week because of all the trials that kept you both separated. “It’s not like we’re together or anything,” you tease with a small smirk. “Hey, now that ain’t funny and I’m not laughing at it. I’ve made my intentions perfectly clear for ya and if yuh don’t want to be with me, then don’t,” he said as he walked past you hitting your shoulder with his. “W-Wait! Caleb! I-I didn-,” “Don’t. I don’t want to hear yer yap.”

You would’ve rather him hook you than shut you down like that. You know you need to work on your teasing, sarcasm, and tone with him because he doesn’t understand the more modern flirting that you deal with and you think you’ve pushed him too far this time. You couldn’t help the tears that fell. You let out a sob and covered your face with your hands. You’re afraid that you just ruined your relationship over your stupid mouth. You started heading towards the exit trying to think of how you’re going to fix this relationship or at least apologize to him even if he doesn’t take you back. “God Y/N why do you have to go and screw everything up you fucking idiot,” you said as you walked through the fog of the exit.

Caleb was hiding behind a locker and leaning out to watch you leave and berating yourself. He leaned back against the lockers and breathed out a heavy sigh. Here he thought it was over because he didn’t express his love enough to make you realize how much he cares for you. He ran his hand down his face and tried to think of a solution, ultimately deciding that it was you who needed to apologize to him this time. He didn’t want to seem harsh but it was definitely you who was at fault. He headed towards the fog that took him to the forest and walked to his realm to wait for you.

It took you a good few hours to think through the scenario in your mind, replaying what went wrong. You were trying to tease and jokingly trick him into saying something sweet. You didn’t think what you said would end your relationship, but you definitely knew it hurt his feelings. You knew it would be a tinge hurtful, as it was supposed to lead into your little prank, but you thought he would’ve noticed your tone and facial expressions as a factor to it being a joke. With a heavy sigh you stood up and headed towards the forest, hoping that the walk to Caleb’s realm would calm down your racing heart.

Taking your first step out of the dark forest and into the hot sun of Caleb’s realm. You looked up at the sun and instantly felt a bit of serotonin considering everywhere else, it’s night time. Walking to the saloon you stopped just outside the door. You carefully swung the door and walked in. Caleb was sitting at a table that was in the far corner with his feet crossed on top of the table and him leaning back with the bottle of whiskey in his hand. His eyes followed you as you walked over to him and stood next to the table he was at. “May I sit?” “You may,” he said, putting his feet on the ground and sitting forward in his seat, leaning over and grabbing the shot glass in front of him and pouring you a shot before sliding it over to you. You grabbed it and started nervously turning the glass in circles. You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, “I… I want to start off by saying sorry. I was trying to joke and it wasn’t a very funny one now that I thought about it. I definitely should’ve thought that through before I… before I said something so stupid,” you ended with a deep sigh. Caleb cleared his throat before starting, “Yer right that it wasn’t funny,” you look down at the shot in your hands, “and that it was stupid,” your frown deepened, “but, I feel like there was an underlyin’ message with what you said.” You looked up at him with worry in your eyes, “I swear I didn’t mean for it to sound like I was going to break up with you or somethi-,” “That ain’t what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.” “Then what are you talking about?” “I was worried, that I wasn’ clear with my intentions with yuh.” You looked at him a little confused when he grabbed your hand rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “Darlin’, I know we ain’t got a label or nothin’, but I see you as someone I want to spend the rest of my days with. I thought I was clear ‘bout that, and now… ‘m afraid I haven’ been showin’ ya how much I love ya.” “You… you love me?” you ask with a growing smile. Caleb smiled and looked down at your connected hands before lifting your hand to place a kiss on top of it. “C’mere baby,” he let go of your hand and leaned back in his chair, patting his good leg. You stood up as he scooted his chair back to give more room and you sat on the thigh of his good leg. He tsked as he grabbed your legs to swing over his other leg. His hands held you close, one on your hip and one holding your thigh brushing his thumb comfortingly. You take off his hat and place it on your own head with a sweet smile, one that Caleb returned. You put a hand on his cheek and lean forward to place a sweet kiss against his lips. Pulling back slightly from the kiss, you brush your lips against his lightly and whisper, “I love you more than anything, Caleb.” He smiled as he captured your lips into another kiss. The whole scenario from before is nothing but a mere memory.

Wraith:

Philip loves seeing you, but he also loves seeing how you interact with the other survivors. You don’t know he watches in on your time at the survivor’s camp, so you didn’t know he is always listening to you as well. Today you were sitting with a small group near where Philip is hiding out. The topic at the moment was about relationships and considering you two have been in one for about 2-3 months. So the relationship was still relatively new, but he was wondering how you would talk about him. There was a lot of joking around and then everyone was going around the circle talking about their ex’s or significant others from before they got here, the survivors that are attractive, and the killers that are attractive. It was finally your turn to speak and all eyes and ears were focused on you, including the eyes and ears of your dear lover. “Ok Y/N, do you consider yourself single? Like was there someone before you got dragged into this hellscape?” A couple laughs were heard from the others in the group, including yours. “Uh, yeah, I was dating someone before I came to this place, but ya know. They’ll probably never be here and honestly our relationship was rocky anyways. So at least I didn’t have to come up with a break up speech!” you all laughed at that. “So to answer the first question. Uh, I do not consider myself single, and uh, that’s cause I’m currently in a new relationship since coming here…” you trailed off. There were a bunch of ‘ooo’s’ and a couple of whistles. “Who?!? Who is our precious Y/N in a relationship with???” Jill said, throwing her around your waist. “Well, definitely not your brother anymore,” a couple of people laughed with you and Jill laughing the hardest. “C’mon who is it? I thought we shared things with each other?” you look at her face and whisper in her ear, “I’m dating Philip, ya know, the wraith.” “Really? And how is that going?” she genuinely asked. “Honestly, so far everything is going really well. He treats me really well and is honestly my best relationship I’ve ever been in,” Jill smiled at that and before she could say she was happy for you when Mikaela cut in, “so be real, Y/N, is it a survivor or killer?” You give a small awkward laugh, “Uh… killer..” you trail off, “Hey, at this point we don’t judge,” Mikaela said. “Fuck that. I 100% am judging you, you better break up with whoever it is!” Jonah projected. “Yeah, Jonah I’ll go write my break up speech right now,” you said sarcastically, “get the fuck outta here Jonah, no one wants your shitty input.” By the time you finished the second part of the statement Philip had already walked further into the forest so that you wouldn’t hear his bell as he went back to his realm.

A couple of days have passed since that day. You don’t know what’s wrong but you feel like Philip has been avoiding you. You haven’t had a chance to have alone time with him cause you guys either haven’t had a trial together, or he was having a trial while you waited for him in his realm. However, the reason you think he’s been avoiding you is because when you get out of trials and are back in the survivor’s camp, you hear the familiar bell and when you go to head towards the sound, Philip is gone. You’re worried at this point because you just want to make sure he’s ok and give him some affection, but he just isn’t letting you near him. You were sitting away from everyone at the camp just hoping for the chance to get a trial with him where he’s forced to be around you.

Suddenly, everything goes black and you’re thrown into another trial. You heave a heavy sigh and go to find a generator to work on. After a minute or so, you hear a scream from somewhere nearby and accidentally lose your concentration, making you mess up and the generator explodes in your face. You sit back on the ground and let out a few tears, you’re just exhausted at this time and haven’t had a chance to be with your significant other for a while and need the chance to feel safe in his arms again. You can feel your heartbeat pick up and don't even care about the fact that the killer was nearby. You stood up to turn around and wiped the tears from your face only to be met with the one and only Philip. Philip almost forgot about the other night at the camp as he stepped forward to reach for your tear stained face, but then that’s when he remembered and stopped when he was just an inch from your face. He looked down at you and was about to step back, “P-Philip, wait, please I just miss you so much. I don’t know what I did wrong.” He looked you in your eyes and saw the sincerity behind them and he gave you a small nod before putting his hand on the side of your face. “Is it ok if we can talk after the trial?” Philip nodded his head again and you smiled for the first time in a couple days. He then rang his bell as he went to continue the rest of the trial.

You were able to escape through the exit and finally made it back to the survivor’s camp. You immediately ran through the forest and to Philip’s realm. You didn’t see him outside at all so you assumed he was in the building and you continued to race there. Philip was sitting on the makeshift bed that you both made a while ago and he looked up to see you slightly out of breath. “Philip, can you please tell me what’s going on? Why have you been avoiding me?” He looked down at the piece of paper in his hand and handed it to you. You look at him and then down at the note. “I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t want the break up speech.” Break up speech? What? Your eyes keep tracing over the words and when the conversation at the camp came up. “My love, I wasn’t going to break up with you! Were you there the whole time? Did you hear me tell Jonah to kiss my ass? I was being crazy sarcastic when I said I was gonna write a “break up speech”,” you sat down in between his legs, “I am not planning on leaving you anytime soon and I don’t plan on leaving you ever if you’ll have me,” you finished putting your hands on the sides of his face. Philip let out a sigh of relief. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against him and laid down with you facing each other. Philip went to press kisses against your face making you giggle. He then grabbed your hand palm facing you and drew a heart in the middle of your palm. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Doctor:

Honestly, Herman was getting on your last damn nerve with all his little zaps here or there. Are you surprised? No, not really, but at this point you wanna get on his nerves for once. You can annoy him sometimes, but nothing too serious. You, however, decided to play a little prank on him. You’re not the best pranker in the world, by any means. Nor have you played pranks on him before. So there’s a first for everything. Plus it’s like you’re having your very own lil experiment on your boyfriend considering the amount of experiments he conducted on you.

Walking to his realm and towards his office, you were planning on just flat out saying “I’m breaking up with you,” and so when you made it to his office and he stood up from his desk to come greet you, he was peeved by you avoiding his kiss making it land on your cheek instead. “Are you ok, my darling?” he asked, confused. “No,” you said with a pout. “What’s wro-,” “I’m breaking up with you,” you cut him off. The atmosphere suddenly went frigid. Herman takes a step back and looks you into your eyes, “Uh huh. So, you don’t want to be my partner anymore. May I ask why?” “I know you’re a killer scientist and all, but you promised to treat me differently than some experiment,” you managed to make up. In reality, he treats you really well and is probably one of the more sane killers here. Herman’s mind went haywire trying to think of how he treated you like his experiments as he changed drastically when you two finally became a couple. He was trying to think of where he went wrong. He turned away from you and leaned forward placing his hands on his desk. You were about to let him know you were joking when he started laughing. The hairs on the back of your neck stood as his laugh started coming out maniacally. He sounded like a villain from a scary movie. You went to put a hand on his back when he abruptly turned back to you and grabbed your hand. Yanking you towards him you look up at him a little scared. “H-Herman, i-it was just a prank! Please!” It was like he couldn’t hear you as he dragged you to one of the hospital rooms.

Herman picked you up to put you on the experiment table with the straps on it. In no time he had you strapped down to the table. You struggled against the constraints trying to loosen them, “Herman! Herman! Please, I didn’t mean it!” you try to convince him as he comes around to where your head was at. “I was just getting annoyed with how much you’ve been zapping me lately!” Herman laughed as he brought his hands together in front of your face to make the electricity zap between his hands. He brought his hands down to the sides of your head, “Well, since we’re no longer together, I might as well fry your brain!” he laughed crazily again making you struggle against the straps around your wrists and squeeze your eyes tightly waiting for the pain. About 30 seconds passed before realizing nothing was happening. Your eyes are still screwed shut, but you hesitantly open one eye to see Herman staring back down at you calmly. “I think you learned your lesson when it comes to making a silly prank like that. Don’t you think, darling?” You let out a heavy sigh letting your tears fall freely from your eyes. You choked out a small, “y-yes. I learned.”

Releasing you from the straps, you sat up and let out a little sob. Herman tsked before grabbing the sides of your face and shushing you. “I didn’t mean to scare you that bad, my love. I’m sure you know now that if you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes right?” he asked moving your head so you’d look him in the eyes. You sniffled with a small nod and threw your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and breathed in the scent of your hair. “I apologize if my little shocks are bothering you so much. I want you to know that the ones that do get you are unintentional. I can’t control every single shock, baby,” “I guess that makes sense. I’m sorry for taking it personally..” “And?” You let out a small giggle, “and for doing a silly prank. I love you, Herm.” “I adore you, Y/N.”

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head is a hunky creature of a man that you’re just happy to be with. While he doesn’t spare you in trials, he does mercy kill you so that you don’t have to deal with the trials he’s in. He’s too merciless with the rest of the survivors. However, you wanted to test the waters with him when it came to your guys' relationship. You do adore him and he has done a lot so that he can be better in the relationship with you. So, when you say you wanna test the waters, it’s more so going to be some questioning about what your relationship with him is.

Going into the classroom that you and Pyra had altered to be more homey, you laid down on the cushioned area that you both slept on. Or rather, you slept on. He just kind of lays there as a personal heater and someone to cuddle. You grabbed a journal that was nearby and flipped it open. You see very scraggly handwriting and that was very childlike, but extremely heavy handed. You would’ve thought it was some kid’s notebook if it weren’t for the fact that it was the symbols that you had taught Pyra to communicate with you. You smiled at the fact that he’s been practicing them and felt your heart flutter. You could hear and feel the heavy stomps of Pyra and the dragging of his mighty knife behind him. You put down the notebook and got up to go into the hallway to see how close he was only to be greeted by his clothed abdomen. Wrapping your arms around his waist tightly you started placing sweet kisses all over his pecs. “C’mon, baby. Let’s go lay down,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the bed.

He propped his knife against a wall in the room and ripped off his bloody shirt. You nearly drooled looking at his muscles and couldn’t take your eyes away. His tongue came to poke out the open corner of his helmet and it went to lick your cheek making the heat rush to your face. You smiled at him as it dragged down to your jawline, then down to your neck. “Well well well, someone’s super affectionate today,” you giggle, placing your hands on his abs and dragging them up and down his toned torso. Pyra held you close to him and groaned softly at feeling you against his skin. You kissed his left pec a few times before he lifted his hand to brush the back of his finger against your cheek.

You feel now is as good as any to finally ask him some questions. You tell him to lay down again and he does so with his arms open for you to crawl into. You smile and snuggle into his arms tightly. “Hey bub, can I ask you a couple questions?” He gave a small nod as his hands wandered over your body. “Well, I was wondering if you would be bothered by absence? Like what if I didn’t come over anymore?” He stopped his movements suddenly becoming stiff under you. What do you mean not come over anymore? Did you not like him as much as you used to? He didn’t like the thought of you never coming around anymore. He grabbed your hand and drew a question mark on it with his finger. “It’s just.. I don’t know.. Wondered if maybe I’m too much for you? I guess I wanted to know our label?” you knew it was going to be hard to figure out the terminology he wanted to use. He felt a little more at ease knowing it was just you needing some reassurance. He grabbed your arm once again and tried tracing the word ‘mate’ against your soft skin. “M.. A…T… E?” you asked. He nodded slightly. “Mate like as in the “for reproductive” sense or “life partner” sense?” You waited to see how many fingers he was going to raise, either one for the first option, two for the second option, or three for both. He raised his hand with 3 fingers sticking up. You understand he’s different from humans and so the first option didn’t upset you, but you were ecstatic for him to say the second one was just as important. “So, you see me as your partner for life?” you asked and he nodded again. You let out a pitchy giggle because it made you feel so much better about your relationship. You rest your head against his pec and kiss his skin over and over again. He rubbed his hand up and down your side affectionately with a small squeeze to your waist.

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yawnzbf · 3 months

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⚝ Are you two a couple?

// beomgyu x gender neutral reader,,

wherein yn and beomgyu when on a walk are interviewed by a nyc couples page,

,,Formatting this was a bit of a task but i hope you all like it!!

It was just another day in the bustling city, and yn and Beomgyu found solace in the routine of their shared walks. The cold air nipped at their noses, but the warmth of their clasped hands kept the winter chill at bay. As they strolled through the usually crowded streets, the city seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of them in their own little world.

Meetnyc²ouples: excuse me!..hello? [admin asks noticing a pair’s linked hands] are you two a couple?

Beomgyu: yeah? What [he asks skeptical, his hand never leaving yn’s]

Meetnyc²ouples: are you two a couple?

Beomgyu: yeah why? [he says getting a bit defensive]

Meetnyc²ouples: oh, would you mind telling the quick story of how you two met?

Beomgyu: oh wow! Of course! [he chimed suddenly all sunshine and rainbows then looked back at his partner silently seeking their approval]

Beomgyu: you go for it!

Yn: uh,, we met on a blind date actually, my friend and his friend decided to pit us together and it started from there, The first date was a disaster by the way, he planned to meet at a cheesecake factory?! I mean who does that- like what if I was lactose intolerant? [they comment jokingly]

Beomgyu: hey! I thought it was a very cute little date [Beomgyu pouts trying to pull his hand away]

Meetnyc²ouples: if your first date went a little off track, how’d you two end up together?

Beomgyu: oh yeah, we didn’t talk to each ither for a month after and by that time, our friends gave up on us but ,, it was my final year maybe? [he asks unsure, seeking help from his over]

Yn: yeah, he was in his final year and I was in junior maybe,, he needed a photographer for his thesis project and bugged me for two (2) weeks straight until I gave in, then using his thesis as an excuse, we started to hang out very often.

Beomgyu: also, we didn’t start dating until like what? I graduated? Yeah, and then I was the one who ultimately asked the big question. [he said accusing yn]

Yn: I was going to ask him but he beat me to it, I’ll make sure I’ll be the one to propose first (propose as in engagement in case it is difficult to understand!!) [yn muttered as Beomgyu got shy, crimson enveloping his cheeks and ears]

Yn: awh,, is my baby all shy? [yn coo-ed at their boyfriend who immediately hid away in yn’s embrace]

Meetnyc2ouples: how long have you two been dating?

Yn: eleven and..? [yn trailed off not sure, seeking help from beomgyu]

Beomgyu: and a half [he completes,, way more composed than before]

Yn: right! Eleven and a half, going strong!

Meetnyc²ouples: can I ask what is your favorite thing about each other?

Beomgyu: this is gonna sound real cliché but I think they just get me way better than anyone else I’ve ever met. I mean they truly feel like my soulmate, my best friend, life partner I mean- yeah,, I don’t know how I lived all these years without them honestly [beomgyu’s gaze is overflowing with love as he answers never looking away from yn, while yn looks away from him ears burning]

Yn: my favorite thing about Beomgyu would be his silly little text messages that I used to- and still receive, I think that laid the foundation for our relationship,, although I cant leave out the cheesy pickup lines he still uses.

Meetnyc²ouples: adorable,, what’s your favorite thing to do together?

Yn: probably exactly what you just saw us doing, since we both work and have tight schedules, we try to find time for each other and that, more often than not results in just us walking around the city, exploring new spots, new people,, uh, yeah, I just love the quality time.

Meetnyc²ouples: oh, and before we leave, what are your names?

Beomgyu: they're yn and im Beomgyu

,,I settled on c² because writing meetnyccouples would look kinda odd,, so using my big brain i squared it!! Hence the name meetnyc²ouples— thank you for coming to my Ted talk!

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not-neverland06 · 8 months

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Broken Machinery

Pt. 2 (completed series)

Series Masterlist

Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: I swear they all get some personality in the next part. Consider the first two chapters ‘world-building’

Content Warnings: Cussing (duh), dead opossum (sorry), Hank’s emotional constipation

Word Count: 3.3k

Series Summary: You and your grumpy partner Anderson gain a new addition to the team. He’s supposed to be CyberLife’s best, but there’s something not quite right with his programming, and the problems seem to revolve around you.

“Lieutenant Anderson hasn’t arrived yet, but you can wait at his desk.”

FIND LIEUTENANT ANDERSON’S DESK

Connor examined a wall dedicated to honoring past police officers, before heading towards the back of the police station. A PM700 directed him towards a cluster of three desks. One was positioned horizontally in front of tow others, forming an upside down T. The one to the right was extremely cluttered, you occupied the left. You were writing something down, posture hunched over in a position Connor suspected would leave you with pain later today.

He made his way over to you. “Detective Y/L/N,” you jumped when you heard his voice. On the right of his vision a note reminded him:

MAKE PRESENCE KNOWN

It seemed that you would be startled no matter what warning he gave you. He made the conclusion that behavior like that would prove to be a hazard later. Officers needed to be alert at all times.

You clutched your chest in alarm, “Connor. Sorry, I didn’t see you walk up, and you can just call me Y/N.”

“Do you know when Lieutenant Anderson will arrive?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “If we’re lucky we’ll see him before noon.” There was a hostile tone in your voice, there often was when you spoke of, or to Lieutenant Anderson. He’d have to look into that later, if you two didn’t see eye-to-eye it could compromise the mission.

EXPLORE NEW OFFICE

You looked away from your report as you noticed Connor moving towards Andersons desk. He picked up the headphones lying on the desk and moved them towards his ear.

You could hear the music blaring from where you were sat across from him and had to hold back a smile at the way Connor flinched away from the sounds.

He moved towards the phone on the desk, “Call Hank Anderson.”

“Good luck,” Connor glanced at you but ultimately ignored you as he left a message for Hank.

“This is Connor,” he then added for clarification, “the android sent by CyberLife.”

“I don’t think he knows any other androids, Con, or people.” Again, ignored.

Brat.

“It’s almost noon and I’m waiting for you at the office.” He turned towards you and finally acknowledged your existence once he’d hung up. “Do you dislike Lieutenant Anderson?”

The question shouldn’t have caught you off guard, considering you and Hank don’t exactly hide the hostility. Still, an android calling you out for being a bitch stung a bit.

“It’s not really that,” you paused trying to come up with a way to describe your complicated relationship with Hank. “Simple, it’s not as simple as just disliking him, Connor. We’ve got a lot of history and a lot of complicated feelings surrounding that history.”

He took a seat at the other desk now. Hands in his lap and head tilted like a puppy. He fiddled with his cuff links and examined you, you felt uncomfortable, like he was stripping you bare with those plastic eyes of his. “You were romantically involved with the Lieutenant?”

The coffee you were drinking splashed all over the file in front of you as you choked on it. “What the hell Connor? No! Hank and I were not together.” The thought made you gag. “Why would me saying it’s complicated make you think we dated? There’s so many other explanations?!”

“I apologize if I offended you, Y/N. Police officers are often in high stress, life and death situations. Sometimes partners grow close romantically through those extreme bonds. I just came to the conclusion that perhaps you and Hank were once like that.”

You shook your head vigorously, shaking off the mental image of you and Hank. “Well you’re wrong. And it’s too early to get into this with you.” Connor nodded before getting up from the chair and moving towards the break room.

You saw Gavin go in there earlier and immediately followed behind Connor, hackles already raised.

EXPLORE NEW OFFICE

Speaking with Y/N wasn’t helping Connor with learning more about Hank. From his analysis of her behavior, she didn’t seem to mind androids. She referred to them in gendered pronouns instead of as objects. His relationship with her was lower priority. Her usage of nicknames for Connor led him to the conclusion that she already held an acceptable level of affection for him that would positively affect their working relationship.

Connor entered the break room and scanned the people inside. Detective Gavin Reed and Officer Gina Lee.

“Our friend, the plastic detective, is back in town. Congratulations on last night, very impressive!” The tone was clearly not genuine. You walked into the room silently and began making yourself coffee.

“Hello, detective.”

“I’ve never seen an android like you before. What model are you?”

“RK800, I’m a prototype.”

“A prototype,” he turned towards the officer Lee, “Android detective… So machines are gonna replace us all… is that it?” He pushed Connor back slightly, “Hey, bring me a coffee dipshit.” Connor could hear you slam a cabinet door behind him.

You laughed when he said, “I’m sorry, but I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson.” Gavin almost walked away before turning back around and punching Connor in the middle. That was when you stepped in. You pushed Gavin away from Connors kneeled form and got between the two.

“Make your own coffee dick.”

“You better watch yourself, after last night the captain’s not gonna be too happy if you start another fight.” Connor logged that information away for a later time. Right now he was trying to recover from the blow to a major biocomponent.

“You drew your weapon first Gavin, but go ahead bring that to the attention of the captain.” Gavin scoffed and pushed you back, Connor was finally standing again and stabilized you with a hand to the back.

“What’s your problem, Y/L/N? What would you rather fuck an android than me?” Both you and the detectives cortisol and adrenaline were reaching concerning levels.

“Gavin, get this through your thick fucking skull: I’d rather be fucked gently with a chainsaw than go on a date with you, let alone fuck you.” That seemed to push the detective over the edge, his hand was rising as if to strike you. You just shoved him back and walked out of the break room, “Connor let’s go.” The tone brokered no room for argument. Connor followed behind you and ignored Gavin’s insults that he shot at the both of you as you walked away.

Connor had planned on exploring more but a new objective had popped up.

FOLLOW Y/N

Odd, he’d have to get that checked out. He was only meant to follow Lieutenant Anderson’s orders.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

Hank was at the desk when you made your way back. Your hands were shaking in anger from the interaction with Gavin. The sight of Hank pouting like a petulant child wasn’t helping your temper at all.

“I get the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant.” This was not going to go well and you really didn’t want to witness another temper tantrum this morning. You tried to get Connors attention, shaking your head and mouthing the word stop. He either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. “I’d like you to know I’m very sorry about that.”

Hank’s a grown man, he shouldn’t need to have his pride catered to because he was acting like a baby. “Now that we’re partners it would be great to get to know each other better.” Connor’s eager smile was slowly starting to falter and you really wanted to throttle Hank.

Something about Connor made you want to protect him. He was like those little kids with the glasses that made their eyes huge, you wanted to stop anyone that tried to bully him.

Stupid, considering he’s an android and doesn’t actually give a shit about Hank or his feelings, he just wants to complete his mission. “Connor?” He looked at you, the smile back. “Why don’t you get settled at your desk. You can work at this one, since it’s so close to both of us. Deviant files are already on your terminal.”

Connor sat down and you relaxed slightly. Hoping this was the end of the one sided conversation. You should have known better. “Do you like Knights of The Black Death? I really like that music… it’s full of energy.”

That shocked the both of you. You knew he didn’t actually listen to it, he’d just been snooping around Hanks desk, it still was strange to hear an android say he enjoys heavy metal. Seems Hank thought the same, “You listen to heavy metal?”

“Well I don’t really listen to music as such, but I’d like to.” Hank shot you a glare as you struggled not to laugh at his disgruntled face.

“You have a dog, right?”

Hank’s voice got lower and he hunched further into himself, “How do you know that?”

You scoffed, “Jesus Hank, he’s not stalking you. You’ve got dog hair all over.” Hank looked down and frowned at the sight of Sumo’s hair covering his jacket.

“I like dogs.” That was it, you were going to melt. You didn’t care if the feelings were fake or if this was some AI manipulation to gain trust. That was adorable. “What’s your dogs name?”

“What’s it to you-”

“Sumo.” You interrupted Hank before he could act like even more of a jackass. “Sweetest dog ever.” Connor gave you a cordial smile before turning back to Hank.

“I was wondering, do you always arrive at the office at this time?”

“Nope, Connor, no, stooooop,” your whispered warnings weren’t convincing enough to stop his onslaught of questions. You’d noticed Hank had started to relax slightly, but he doesn’t take kindly to people questioning him on his work habits. Or any criticism at all.

“I arrive when I arrive. Now stop busting my balls, okay?” And then he made his final mistake. The basketball game.

“You’re a Detroit Gears fan, right? Denton Carter scored 53% of his shots from the three-point line yesterday. Did you see the game?”

“That’s what I was watching at the bar last night.”

Connors dejected little oh made you glare at Hank. He raised his hands up and glared right back. “Be nice.” Hank waved you off and went back to staring at his terminal.

“What’s your dog's name, Y/N?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “I don’t have one.”

Connor frowned, “There’s dog hair on your jeans.” You looked down and he was right. You hadn’t even noticed this morning, you were in such a rush. Probably should have picked some jeans from the clean pile.

“I volunteer at the dog shelter on weekends, I guess I forgot to wash these. You have a favorite type of dog, Connor?”

“Saint Bernards,” now you know he was just sucking up. Especially with the not so discreet side eye he sent Hank.

“What a coincidence, that’s what Hank’s dog is,” Hank sent you a look that said to keep him out of this conversation. He’d clearly reached his limit for ‘polite’ conversation. “Find anything useful in those reports?”

“An AX400 is reported to have assaulted a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation.” Connor got out of his chair and stood in front of Hank’s desk, Hank who turned his back to him like a child. You were quickly reaching your own limit of how many man-baby’s you could deal with this morning.

“I understand you’re facing personal issues, Lieutenant. But, you need to move past them-” You could perfectly pin-point the moment you knew Connor had fucked up.

“Hey! Don’t talk to me like you know me. I’m not your friend and I don’t need your advice, okay?”

Just as you were going to intervene, Connor did something you should not find attractive but really, really did. He placed his hand on Hank's back and leaned into him. Maybe if you started being a bitch to him he'd get mad at you too.

The thought made you disturbingly excited.

You only checked back into reality when you saw Hank slam Connor against the wall. “Enough! Hank, back off, that’s enough.” He’d been so willing to defend him last night. What had changed? You were both stuck in a pissing match until Chris walked up with information on the AX400.

You straightened Connor’s tie for him and sent him an apologetic smile before grabbing your jacket and following after Hank.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

“We’ve got officers sweeping the neighborhood, in case anyone saw anything.”

Hank sounded as doubtful as you felt when he said, “Okay. Well let me know if they turn anything up.” Connor was just standing in front of the car. Back so straight it made your own ache at the thought of your poor posture.

You walked over to him and it was almost like he was waking up as he addressed you. “It took the first bus that came along… and stayed to the end of the line.”

“Based on her piece of work owner, I’m assuming everything she did was unplanned and out of fear. The android has already been damaged and repaired more times than most. I’m guessing we’ve got another Carlos Ortiz situation on our hands.”

Hank interrupted you with a scoff, “Only one problem, androids don’t feel fear.” You frowned at him.

Connor, however, was quick to back you up. “Deviants do. They get overwhelmed by their emotions and make irrational decisions.”

An idea popped into your head as he spoke. “Then we should approach this similarly to how we would a human. She’s scared, has no money, no plan. She wouldn’t have gone far.”

You examine the area. Abandoned house, desolate parking lot and a motel. “She doesn’t have any money for the hotel, I doubt she’d want to sleep in a broken down car. We should check out the abandoned house.” Connor followed you, Hank somewhat farther behind.

Connor shouted out a quick, “Anybody home?” He looks at the fence surrounding the house and points to something you can’t see. “Blue blood, another android was here.” You nudged Hank none too gently in the ribs.

“Not too bad, huh?”

“For an android.”

You glared at him, “Grumpy old bastard.” You climbed the fence and Connor offered you a hand to help you down. “Thank you.” He led the way towards the back of the house. He glanced through a hole in one of the boarded up windows.

“Android,” he whispered. You were quick to withdraw your weapon. The HK400 from last night had killed itself this morning, Chris had informed you. Slammed its head against the wall until it shut down.

You could never be too careful.

You gave Connor the go ahead to keep moving.

You stopped him when you reached a door. “I’ll handle this.” You entered the house, gun out, and scanned the area. A damaged android was standing in the middle of the room. You slowly lowered your gun and motioned Connor forward when he made no move to attack.

You were still cautious as Connor questioned the android.

“Have you seen any other androids in the area?”

“Ralph seen nobody.”

Something wasn’t right in this house. Call it intuition or the fact that something was seriously disturbed about this deviant, you knew he was lying. You moved slowly behind Connor, trying not to startle Ralph and looked around the room. Was that a-

What the fuck? A burnt opossum, that’s not ever a good sign for someone’s sanity, deviant or not. “That’s Ralph’s blood.” You glanced back over your shoulder at the android. Those wounds weren’t new.

And this table was set for three. Was someone else with the runaway android? A fire was burning, you motioned Connor over and pointed at the fireplace.

“Do androids need heat?” He shook his head and frowned.

“I believe it's lying to us.” You both chanced a look at Ralph but he didn’t seem to be listening.

“I think you might be right.”

“I found the same message from the wall on Carlos Ortiz’s house in another room in here. As well as rA9 scratched into the walls.”

“And the HK400 didn’t give you any helpful information about that?” Connor tilted his head and his eyes scanned your face.

“Were you not paying attention to the interview?”

Heat flooded your face at the question and you could feel it spreading down your neck. “I was … distracted,” by wanting you to handcuff me and talk to me like a-

NOPE! NO!

Boundaries, Y/N, professional boundaries.

He frowned at your admission, “No, he didn’t give me any valuable information. Just the vague admission that it would set me free.” Connor moved away from you, if you didn’t know better you would think that he was annoyed you weren’t paying attention last night. You felt guilt pool in your stomach at the thought that you missed Connors ‘big moment.’

Weapon still in hand you made your way to the stairs, Connor following. Ralph was quick to deny anyone was upstairs, too quick. But Connor shook his head at your doubt, “He’s telling the truth.”

You holstered your gun and moved towards the bottom of the stairs. Movement caught your eye behind a bookshelf. Just as you leaned towards it Ralph yanked you back. Hands under your arms and uncontrolled android strength squeezing the life out of your ribs. “Run, Kara, go!” The bookshelf flew back and two shapes ran out. You were struggling with Ralph too much to realize she had a little girl with her.

Connor rushed over and yanked Ralph’s arms off your waist just as Hank appeared in the doorway. “It’s here, call it in!”

You pushed Connors hands off of you, “Hurry, go after her!” You were still catching your breath when you felt Hank's heavy hand on your back. “I’m fine, let’s go!” He seemed hesitant before following after you. You managed to just barely follow the blur that Connor was forming in the rain.

You were embarrassingly out of breath when you caught up to him, Hank in a similar state of distress. “Shit!” Before you, there was a chain link fence, a busy highway on the other side. You could see the android climbing over the barrier that blocked off traffic, “Fuck, is that a kid?” She was pulling a little girl behind her as they ran into the middle of the busy road.

The cars were going by so fast you couldn’t even make out the colors. The android had a tight hold on the little girl’s arm as she tugged them in between cars, barely missing being hit.

“That’s insane!”

You nodded along at what Hank said, anxiety filling you at the sight of the girl. “She’s gonna get her killed. Jesus!” You wanted to look away as you heard the little girl screaming and the AX400 nearly get its leg taken off by a car going too fast to stop.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Your head shot back to Connor, Hank’s hand was pulling him down as he attempted to climb the fence.

“I can’t let them get away!”

“They won’t, they’re never gonna make it Connor.” Connor shook both yours and the Lieutenants hands off of him.

“I can’t take that chance!” You pulled in Connor again, “Jesus Connor, enough!”

“Hey, you will get yourself killed!” You were shocked at Hank’s reluctance to let Connor go, if anything you would think he’d be more than eager to let Connor get run over. “Do not go after them Connor, that’s an order!” Hank then looked at you and shoved an accusing finger in your face, “And you keep your ass on this side of the fence!”

You shoved his hand out of your face, of course you knew you shouldn’t cross the highway. It was idiotic and you’d most likely distract both the android and the little girl and they’d both end up roadkill. Still, it was hard to just let them go and not try and help at all.

“Oh thank god.” They’d made it across, while it was shocking, at the very least you didn’t have to see a little girl get splattered across the pavement.

Connor seemed almost angry as he walked away from you and Hank.

“That could have been really bad, Hank.” You winced as you took in a painful inhale. Your ribs were most likely just bruised, not cracked, but it still hurt like a bitch.

He nods and gives Connor a strange look. He wrapped an arm around your waist and helped you back to the car. “Yeah, I know.”

#Broken Machinery #detroit: bh #detroit become human x reader #connor rk800 #connor rk800 x reader #connor rk800 X fem!reader #dbh x reader #dbh X fem!reader

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imaginingaustin · 1 year

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me, her, and the moon

summary: when you wake up after a bad dream, austin finds you stargazing as you try to ease your mind.

you returned home from work one evening to a wonderful smelling meal. you walked through your entry way into the kitchen to find austin unloading the delivery bags that were spread across the counter.

“perfect timing! the food just got here.” he said with a smile. you walked over to him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before going to your room to change from your work clothes. you walked back out to the dining room where austin had plates made of food. you sat down with him and started eating, making small talk and catching each other up about your days.

“i’m just glad its friday and i dont have to worry about work again until i go back on tuesday.”

“you’re off monday?” he asked, raising a brow.

“yes, fortunately. my manager gave me the day off because they ‘recognize how hard i’ve been working and can see that i am pulling more than my fair share of work.’” you said, mimicking your manager’s voice, causing austin to laugh.

“well, i can vouch for that. you have been working really hard these past few weeks and deserve much more than just an extra day. but at least your boss can recognize that.” austin said, and you nodded in agreement.

“i’m just waiting for summer when work calms down. then i wanna take trip, just me and you. i don’t care where, but i need to be on a beach with a margarita in my hand.”

“that sounds like a perfect idea. i’ll get planning right away.” austin said with a smile. you finished dinner, and lounged on the couch watching tv before you started to fall asleep. the two of you moved got ready for bed, you quickly falling asleep once your head hit the pillow.

a few hours later, you were jolted awake by a nightmare. you sat up in bed, panting and trying to catch your breath while remaining as quiet as possible so you didn’t wake austin. his light snores filled the room, bringing you back down to earth. you watched him sleep, heart swelling at the sight, as your breath finally calmed. you quietly climbed out of bed, grabbing your water bottle from the nightstand, and moving to the living room. you contemplated turning on the tv, but ultimately decided to move out onto the back patio, beautifully illuminated by the moon.

you plopped down on the patio couch, looking up at the stars, finding peace in counting them. it allowed you take your mind off the nightmare you’d had, and sitting with the ambiance of the night was calming. you sat out there for a while before you heard the back door open. you turned to the noise to find austin stepping out onto the patio.

“hey, did i wake you?” you asked.

“not immediately. i rolled over and reached out for you, but came up empty handed.” he sighed. “what are you doing out here?” he asked as he sat down with you. he placed his arm around your shoulder and you leaned into his side.

“i had a bad dream. i forgot what it was as soon as i opened my eyes, but i just know that it was stressing me out and i was sweating really bad.” you sighed. “i had a headache when i got out of bed, but it seems to have subsided since i’ve cooled down.”

“i’m sorry.” austin said, looking at you with a pout.

“it’s okay. its just the stress of work building up and me finally hitting the wall. hopefully it’ll subside once i’m less busy.” you sighed, intertwining your fingers with austin’s, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

“then we’ll be on the beach and you'll have margaritas in both of your hands.” he laughed.

“oh that’s even better than what i suggested.” you laughed. you and austin sat there quietly as you continued watching the stars. you started to fall asleep on austin’s shoulder, and you let you rest for as long as he could before he himself got uncomfortable. you were deep asleep by that point, so he gently lifted you from the couch and carried you back to bed. unknown to you, he stayed up for a little bit longer, watching you sleep, making sure that you stayed asleep. once you’d been asleep for about an hour, he went back to sleep, holding you tight in his arms.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x reader

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lipstickghoulie · 2 months

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💝Games of Love and Chance💘

Here’s a story that I wrote for Creative Corner’s Valentine’s Day exchange for the wonderful @carooosa! This was based on their ADHD Tav, which if you haven’t read about before, you can find them HERE! This is SFW for once so no warnings needed. Thanks for letting me walk around in your world for this one, Roo. 💌

(Astarion/gender neutral tiefling Tav, 1756 words, fluff, SFW)

Three months. Three months of what felt like near-bliss since defeating the netherbrain. Without the looming threat of ceremorphosis looming over you both, it felt like you and Astarion could finally breath. Yes, maybe you had been pressured a bit by any of the dukes still left standing into helping restore the city and help clear some of the rubble but you didn’t mind overly much (though Astarion complained grumpily about how your kind nature always led him along with you into these situations since he was your partner). This period of assisting with the rebuilding was relaxing in its own way and gave you both the opportunity to spend time together without the pressures of your adventures weighing you down.

You were already easily distracted enough on the best of days and it was nice to get to know Astarion better as you spent your nights together without the ultimate distraction of death being an ever-present shadow in your mind.

You found out that he was a lot harder to get up from his bed after a trance than he had been on the road, always grabbing at you with demanding fingers that tried to roll you underneath him like the world’s most squawking and squirming body pillow in an attempt to stop you from trying to get him out from under his massive pile of blankets.

You discovered that he was fond of embroidering whimsical designs into your clothing any time that you were apart; sprawling little cats across the collars of your shirts or fluttering moths edging the ankles of your breeches. It was true that he had stolen the thread from some oblivious merchant but you didn’t do much more about it than roll your eyes since you had no interest in changing his ways. Your love for him was true and unwavering even with his more criminal pastimes and at least he wasn’t actively stabbing someone so… you had to be grateful for small favors, at least. It was a sweet gesture on Astarion’s part all the same.

Since this was one of the few occasions that you were able to make your apologetic excuses to those temporarily running the city to get a break from the restoration efforts and have some time to yourselves, somehow you had both arrived on the idea of a nice, peaceful date at the summer street carnival. Astarion had never been able to enjoy one before since it was always a prime time where Cazador would expect his spawn to nab as many drunken victims as possible so this would be fun for him to actually experience it without any expectations, right? Maybe spend some time walking hand in hand, watch some fireworks…

Or it would have been peaceful if the vampire spawn hadn’t spotted a ramshackle display soon upon entering the block cordoned off for the event, the kobold barker perched on crates behind the counter proclaiming in a loud bray, “Come on, come on, don’t be shy, win your sweetheart a prize! Get the ball in the cup one time, couldn’t be easier, right? Three balls for a gold piece! It’s prize time, play now!”

Curious, you peered over to the display of possible rewards, a collection of stuffed animals stacked high behind the employee in a haphazard way that fortunately didn’t take away from their cuteness.

“Oh, adorable! They have one that looks like a cat!” You chirped with enthusiasm, rocking back on your heels as your eyes landed on a round, squishy ball with ears towards the front of the pile that did resemble a feline, if you squinted. Considering that it was probably constructed by the clumsy hands of the kobold running the game, you half expected Astarion to just pull you along and tell you that he’d sew you something better later on at home. But when you glanced over at him, his face was studying yours and there was something soft in his eyes before it darted away like a startled rabbit.

Astarion scoffed, rolling his eyes as he looked at you, a confident smirk stretching across his lips and showing a tip of fang that gleamed under the moonlight. His more sarcastic and airy demeanor back like someone yanking a curtain shut. “Easy. I’ll win you that toy in a few moments flat, you can shower me with praise and we can carry on with our quaint night about town.”

…Something else that you soon learned about your beloved was that he was absolutely dogshit at carnival games. You watched with a pained but encouraging smile as Astarion tried to throw the leather wrapped ball into the ceramic cup about ten feet away for about the thirtieth time, the ball bouncing cheerfully off the rim of the cup and spinning off onto the ground. The kobold wisely didn’t comment and didn’t make eye contact as Astarion hurriedly dug through his coin purse and slammed yet another gold piece down on the aged wood, snatching more balls out of the barker’s clawed grip.

“By the Nine Hells, this game is rigged,” Astarion hissed, rolling up the sleeves of his doublet in pure rage and consternation. A few silvery-white curls clung to his forehead where it shone with a damp sweat and his ear tips were pink where they poked out of his hair with both irritation and embarrassment. “I am the best rogue in the Gate, we saved the bloody world and you’re telling me that I can’t get a ball in a cup?! Impossible-“

Astarion paused in his tirade to try again to toss a ball, as if trying to catch the game off-guard in a sneak attack. It went wide and landed about a foot away from the cup, not touching it at all.

Your tail twitched behind you in secondhand embarrassment as the silence stretched on as you, Astarion and the kobold all stared at where it had landed for a few beats.

“…There is something illegal going on here and you will pay for it. I could kill a fly with an arrow with my eyes closed and I can’t make this shot with a hunk of animal skin? I don’t believe it,” Astarion threatened the carnival employee through gritted teeth, the remaining balls rubbing against each other hard enough in his vice grip that they squeaked.

Sighing, you gently put your palm on his forearm and pulled Astarion away, hopefully out of earshot of anyone else.

“I don’t care that much about the silly prize, I’d rather we just go on with our date,” You told him quietly, eyes as beseeching as could be. “I can’t stand seeing you this worked up on my account.”

“I’m not worked up, darling, it’s just…” Astarion hesitated, his tone softened and some of the irritable defensiveness leeched out of the hard set of his shoulders. “You do so much for everyone else, this whole damn city… for me. I wanted to do something for you, even if it was simply making sure that you get the world’s most hideous cat toy if you wanted it.”

Your heart felt like it might burst. Astarion always found some new way to surprise you and this was no exception. It’s not that you didn’t think he cared for you! He did show his love for you in his own way at every opportunity that he could. But rather, sometimes it was enough to make you cry that someone cared enough about what you wanted at all that they would inconvenience themselves to make sure you got it. You were so used to putting others first your whole life that any instance of someone doing the same for you was enough to nearly make you choke up to think about it.

After a few barely concealed sniffles, a thought occurred to you. Perking up, you said, “Wait, so you want me to get the prize but you don’t care how I get it, right? As long as I get what I wanted?”

Raising one of his perfectly manicured eyebrows, Astarion drawled out, “Yes, Tav, though I do think it’s a bit far away to steal without some effort.”

You shook your head at Astarion in fond exasperation, taking the balls out of his cool hands without another word. Stepping over to the counter, your hand as quick and certain as a monk’s fist in an unarmed strike, you lobbed one of the leather orbs towards the cup. It flew in without even touching the sides, as if it was guided in with divine intervention. Astarion started to sputter at your side but you still had one left to throw, landing it with the same easy precision as the first.

The kobold operating the stand let out a deafening sigh of relief, scrambling to grab two of the cat plushes and shoving them into your hands, beyond eager to get rid of you both before Astarion had another volatile outburst in his direction. The scaly creature rattled off at you, “Yes, yes, you won, two balls in cup, two prizes. Take your person out of here! Please and thank you, good bye.”

Taking the cue to leave, you grabbed your rewards cheerfully and pressed one into Astarion’s arms as you cradled your own.

“There! Now both of us should be happy! And look, they match!” You beamed at Astarion as you walked along once more, badly sewn cats in hand.

You saw his still baffled and borderline sore-loser pout still marring his lips so you nudged him playfully with your shoulder, explaining, “When I was a kid, I used to go wild at those games. I’d clear them out of their prizes to the point that they’d have posters up barring me from playing. I guess I still haven’t lost my touch.”

After a few more seconds of broody contemplation, Astarion chuckled and looked down at the plush in his grasp, his formerly bad mood breaking away under the light of your better one. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He murmured as he leaned forward to land a kiss where your jaw curved towards your ear, a spot that never failed to make you shiver. Victorious in accomplishing getting a reaction out of you even if he couldn’t win at a game, Astarion was ready to continue his outing with you.

And if the stuffed cats you won were frequently seen amongst Astarion’s mountain of pillows from then on, well… you were kind enough not to tease him about it.

#my fanfiction #my writing #astarion fanfic #astarion x gender neutral reader #ADHD Tav #gift fic #creative corner #creative corner prompts #astarion fluff #astarion fanfiction #astarion bg3

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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One Night Of Sin... Part Two.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 8,941 words

Warnings 18+: SMUTSMUTSMUT Fluff, angst (toward the end), fingering, edging, dirty talk, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), praise kink, dominant elvis, he gets kinda sexist?? Elevator sex, heh. Elvis has a fetish for heels??, reader becomes submissive, age gap if that wasn't implied. typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: HI GUYS, sorry this took forever. Honestly, I rewrote some of it, lol. But here's part two nonetheless in this three part mini series. Reader finally stops denying her attraction to him. These two couldn't be more different from one another. But that's what seems to have the two of them so drawn to each other, that it ultimately causes some conflict. ENJOY. Possible spelling errors.

I’ve got a thing about you, baby.…

When you finally approached the front door of your hotel room, you assumed Joyce was still asleep, so you were quietly unlocking the door with your room key and the moment you opened it and walked inside you bumped into Sonny who was buttoning up his shirt and on his way out. “Oh, uh... Hey, Y/N.” he said nervously. “Umm… Hi...” you said confused, looking at him and then seeing Joyce walking out of her bedroom. “Well…. Bye.” Sonny says as he slips past you and heads out. You shut the door behind him, and you gave Joyce a look with a slight smirk on your face, seeing that she also had an interesting night. “Really? Is that the real reason you forced me to stay with Elvis?” you said with a small laugh. “Of course not! I forced you to stay because it’s so obvious he had a thing for you and well... You obviously have a thing for him.” She said with a smile. “I do not!” you said defensively, knowing deep down that you did.

“Oh, really? So, you both weren’t making eyes at each other from across the room last night? And why are you just now getting back from his suite, hm?” She teased with a laugh. You narrowed your eyes at her, trying your best not to blush thinking about the night you just spent with him. “I wasn’t…. We weren’t… He kept staring at me!” you said with a huff, in compete denial with yourself. She laughed at your defensiveness. “Mhm… So, how was he in bed?” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “I am not talking about that right now, I’m exhausted.” You said rolling your eyes. “How did Sonny go from escorting you to the room to staying here all night?” You said, putting the attention back on her. She shrugged with a smile. “I thought he was cute and hey we’re in Vegas, so why not.” She laughed.

Meanwhile back in Elvis’ suite he was still fast asleep, he rolled over in his slumber and reaching an arm out to wrap around you, but then he felt that side of the bed was empty and now his eyes opened a bit, his vision a bit blurred, but just enough to see that you were gone, he slowly sat up, rubbing his hands over his eyes, hearing how quiet it was in the suite, he noticed the shirt he had given you to wear was sitting on a chair that sat opposite of the bed, he let out a soft sigh, hoping he’d wake up next to you. He forced himself out of bed and he went to put his robe on, before heading out of the bedroom and he walked over to the phone that sat by the couch, grabbing it and making a call to Sonny’s room wanting to ask him what room you and Joyce were staying in, holding the phone up to his ear as the line shrilled repeatedly and there was no answer, which only pissed Elvis off.

He then started dialing the number to Joe’s room, listening as the line shrilled until finally it clicked and Joe answered, not giving him a chance to even say hello. “Where the hell is Sonny?! I’m callin’ his room and there’s no answer.” Elvis says angrily. “Uh, I don’t know, Boss. I haven’t seen him since last night.” He says. “Well, find the bastard! What the hell do I pay y’all for if I can’t reach you when I need you.” Elvis shouts. “I’ll find him, EP.” Joe says. Elvis then slams the phone down, hanging up. He plops down on the couch, calming down a bit as his thoughts now start to drift back to you, he couldn’t get you out of his head. He needed to see you again. His phone began to ring, he immediately picked it up. “Did ya find him?” he says, knowing that it had to be Joe. “Yeah, he’s right here, boss.” Joe says and then puts Sonny on the phone. “Hello? EP?” Sonny says. “Where the hell hav-... Never mind... I need you to get the phone number to the room Y/N and her friend are staying in and then call me back.” Elvis says and then hangs up before letting Sonny respond, waiting impatiently for him to call back with the information he needed.

Moments had passed and Sonny had called down to the front desk getting the phone number to room 604 and then calling Elvis back once he had the information. As soon as the phone rang Elvis picked up without hesitation. “I got the phone number, EP.” Sonny says, Elvis quickly grabs a pen that was sitting on the table and a piece of paper, writing the number down as Sonny reads it off to him. “Thanks Sonny.” Elvis says and then he hangs up, immediately dialing the number to your room. You and Joyce were still talking, and you were still avoiding every question about Elvis that came your way. The phone began to ring, and Joyce reached to answer it, and you were so relieved it was interrupting her questioning. You quietly slipped away into your bedroom, wanting to just shower and take one long nap. You could faintly hear Joyce on the phone when she answered it. “Hello?” she says. “Hi, uh… This is Elvis… Is Y/N there?” he says curiously. She almost fell out of her chair when she heard who it was, and just the fact that he was calling for you. “Oh, Hi Elvis!” she purposely says loudly so you can hear.

Once you heard that name you came running out of the room so fast and stopped dead in your tracks in front of her. “Yeah, she’s here, let me go-“before she could finish that sentence you were shaking your head quickly, not wanting her to tell him you were there. She looked at you confused, her brows furrowed, and she shook her head. “Wait, oh, I’m sorry, Elvis, she’s in the shower right now. But I can take a message for her.” She said. “No, that’s okay, I’ll just call back in a bit. Thank you.” He says and then hangs up the phone. Joyce hangs up and looks at you confused. “Why did I just lie to him? Why don’t you want to talk to him?” she says. “Because… I just... I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting to hear from him. I thought what we had was a one-night type of thing.” You say with a shrug. “Y/N… this man clearly has a thing for you, it couldn’t be more obvious. This isn’t a one-time thing at all if he’s calling.” She says, shaking her head. “He’s going call back. So, you’ll have to answer it because I’m meeting Sonny downstairs for breakfast.” She says happily. “So, now you two are getting breakfast together?” you said with an eyebrow raised, laughing softly.

“Yes, we are.” She says as she rolls her eyes at you playfully, grabbing her purse. “You can’t ignore him forever.” She says as her last parting words before she slipped out the door. You rolled your eyes, so confused about what to do about Elvis, but your mind was more focused on just wanting to take a shower. So, you headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower and slipping out of your clothes and hopping in, letting the hot water wash over you and washing away the evidence of your sinful night with Elvis, you could faintly hear the phone ringing again, it was no one else but Elvis naturally. You let it ring and ring until it finally stopped. But then a moment later he was calling back again, the phone ringing and ringing as you tried to drown out the sounds. You didn’t understand what he wanted, but that damn phone wouldn’t stop ringing now. You had to give it to him he was persist as hell when he wanted something.

You finally finished showering, grabbing a towel, and wrapping it tight around your body and now you can hear the phone clearer now, continuing to ring away and you stormed into the kitchenette that was phone was sitting in and when it finally stopped you took the phone off the hook so when he called, he’d get a busy tone. Finally getting some peace from that annoying sound. You noticed that Joyce had left her room key as she was in a hurry to get to Sonny and you shook your head, hoping she’d remember to come back for it just in case you weren’t here when she came back. Elvis was still up in his suite, calling your room one more time but now getting a busy tone, he huffed angrily, feeling like you were avoiding him and decided he’d just go down there to talk to you face to face. So, he got up from the couch and headed back to his room to shower and get dressed. You decided to put a pot of coffee on, hoping that would help your tiredness. You stared back at the phone, thinking about Elvis and you sighed softly deciding to put it back on the hook just in case he was calling for something important.

You didn’t understand these things you were feeling, feelings that you were trying to suppress and deny for him. You hated that you suddenly had a crush on the man you were so bent on hating and now you’ve slept with him which just made things even worse for you, but you couldn’t get attached. You and Joyce were due to leave tomorrow on an early flight back to New York where you would both get back to your normal lives and just leave whatever happened in Vegas behind. Once Elvis was dressed, he grabbed his glasses and paired it with his outfit which was like his outfit from last night a black suit with a white shirt, but this time he left most of the buttons undone and his belt was a bit flashier, only wearing a few rings on his fingers, he then headed out of his suite and into the elevator, heading to your floor. You were sipping your coffee, still wrapped in a bath towel and then you heard a knock at the door, assuming it was Joyce coming back for her key like you predicted so you walked over, unlocking the door and opening it expecting to see her. “I guess you finally noticed you forgot your…” but then you realized it wasn’t Joyce who was at the door, it was the man you’ve been avoiding most of the morning…. Elvis. “Key…” you said finishing your sentence, your eyes staring at the man darkening your doorway, losing your train of thought.

“Hey darlin’, who forgot their key?” he said with a smirk, removing his glasses and eyeing you up and down in your little towel. You swallowed harshly, suddenly getting so nervous around him, he looked just as good as he did last night, even sexier if that was possible, his chest on full display. “Oh, uh… Joyce, she forgot her-… W-What are you doing here, Elvis?” you said nervously, adjusting your towel around you. “Can I come in?” he asks. “Y-Yeah, sure…” you say quietly, moving aside to let him in and then shutting the door behind him. Here we go… Alone with him… Again… He looked around your hotel room with a smile and then turning back to you. “I’ve been trying to call ya, baby. But Joyce said you were in the shower and then I tried to call a few more times and then I got a busy signal.” He says, glancing over at your phone. “Oh, sorry, I guess… I think there’s something wrong with the phone.” You lied. “Oh, well, I can get that fixed for ya. I was beginning to think you were avoidin’ me, honey.” He said with a shrug.

“No, of course not, Elvis.” Another lie leaving your lips, your tired eyes meeting his own. “Well, good. I wanted to talk to you.” He says with a smile. “About?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “I was wondering if you guys had tickets to my show tonight.” He says. “Oh, no we don’t, we’re leav-“but he interrupts you. “Well, I’ll just get you two some tickets and I was also wondering if you’d come spend the night with me again afterwards.” He says happily. You let out a soft sigh, liking the thought of his offer, but it just wasn’t possible. “I’m sorry, Elvis, but I can’t. We’re leaving tomorrow and our flight gets in early.” You say softly. “Do you have to leave tomorrow?” he asks, a bit of sadness in his voice. “Yes, I have to work Monday, and I want to get settled in tomorrow, so I have time to rest up.” You say. “What time do you work?” he questioned. “9am, why?” you ask. “Well, why not just leave that day?” He suggested

You rolled your eyes at him; there he goes not taking no for an answer. “Elvis, I... No, that wasn’t part of my plan.” You say a bit sternly, now he was walking toward you, and you began to back up from him, but he only got closer, backing you up against kitchen counter, his body close to yours now, towering over you as you inhaled his scent, the smell of cologne and cigars wafting toward you as you stared up at him. “Baby, please, just stay another day, I’ll pay for the room. You can rest all day tomorrow, and I’ll take you both personally on my plane back home.” He pleaded; his eyes so soft as he stared into yours. You hated that he seemed to make it impossible to say no to him, it annoyed you a little... No, it annoyed you a lot. “I don’t want anything from you, Elvis. You don’t need you to do any of that.” You say, shaking your head, even though you weren’t exactly shooting him down. “Just let me take care of everything. It’s really no problem. So will you stay, honey?” he asked with a smile, his hands slipping onto your waist, pulling you forward. You rolled your eyes, having no choice at this point because you knew he wouldn’t stop. “Fine, I’ll stay, Elvis. But only one day, that’s it. I’m being serious.” You said demandingly, a small part of you happy to stay but another part angry at yourself for letting him get his way, you knew this would be a pattern with him. You rested your hands his arms, squeezing at them gently, thinking about how strong he felt, trying to get a hold of yourself.

“Yes, ma’am.” he nodded with a grin, his hands squeezing your waist a bit tighter that it caused your towel to rise, revealing some of your ass and you felt his hand move down toward it, giving your ass a squeeze, the coolness of his rings pressed against you, the feeling driving you mad, you really couldn’t resist him and the way his hands felt on your body, it only gave you flashbacks to last night. Your body was leaning into his unable to fight his charms, fight his wandering hands, fight him all together. Before you could even realize what was happening to you, he was capturing your lips in a kiss, your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back, moving your hands up his shoulders and wrapping your arms around him as your body was pressed firmly against his. Your towel being tugged at as your bodies moved against one another, standing on your tiptoes as you kissed him deep. You missed the feeling of his soft lips that covered every inch of your body, that devoured your pussy and had you aching for more. You felt his hands began to wander further beneath your towel, squeezing at your ass some more and then moving along the curves of your body, his light caresses sending you over the edge, feeling his cock growing hard through his pants. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad in this moment.

But before anything could go any further between the two of you, Joyce with her perfect timing came bursting through the door in search of the key she left behind, she gasped when she saw the two of you. You both were nearly startled to death by her entrance, and you pulled away from one another rather quickly, and you swiftly adjusted your towel that was practically slipping off and he was adjusting his pants that were now a bit tight because of the semi hard on he had, doing his best to hide it with one of his hands. Your face flushed with embarrassment. “I… I forgot my key, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…” she said, trying to hide her smirk, and you knew on the inside she was gloating because she was right about the two of you. Elvis chuckled softly. “It’s okay, I was just getting ready to leave.” He says with a smile, leaning over to kiss your cheek and you felt his sneaky hand underneath your towel again, giving your ass a light slap. “I’ll send someone up around 7pm, okay?” He mumbled softly, and you nodded at his words, and you were biting your lip as you watched him walk away. “Nice to see you again, Joyce.” He said with a smile as he made his exit, shutting the door behind him.

Her jaw was practically on the floor as she began to laugh. You glared over at her a bit angry that she interrupted the two of you, but somewhat thankful, you knew what she was about to say, you could see all over her face. “Don’t even say it!” you said shaking your head at her. “I wasn’t going to say a thing... But what did you do invite him down the moment I left?” she laughed. “No, he came down here himself because I never answered the phone.” You said a bit annoyed. “Man, the two of you have got it bad for each other.” She said with a grin. “I don’t have anything for him, shut up.” You said, folding your arms across your chest, not realizing that you were blushing. “Y/N, just admit that you like him, I literally just caught the both of you all over each other and you’re blushing!” she laughed. “Ugh, fine... I like him, I really like him, okay?! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” you blurted out, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks as you blushed even harder at your confession, you liked him so much and you hated it. You hated that every ounce of feminism left your body whenever you were around him, so ready to submit to his every need. “I’m just happy you’re admitting it, but also, you should probably tell him that. Don’t you think? We are leaving tomorrow.” Joyce says. “Yeah…. About that. We’re staying another day.” You say hesitantly.

Joyce raises an eyebrow at you. “What? Why?” she asked. “Elvis wants us to stay, he’s getting us tickets to his show tonight and he also may have asked me to spend the night again.” You said in almost a mumble. “Don’t you have to work?” she asks curiously. “Yeah, but Elvis said he’ll have us back early Monday morning.” You nodded. “Uh huh…” she said a bit skeptical and a bit surprised that he was able to talk you into doing something like that. You could tell she was unsure of that whole arrange, but you ignored her concerns. “Just be ready by 7pm.” You say, walking over to your room and you heard the faint sounds of the door closing as Joyce went back down to join Sonny. You had thrown on a pair of pajamas and flopped right into your bed to get a nap in, hugging the sheets and the pillows with a content sigh escaping your lips, so happy to be in bed. Your sleepy mind thinking about Elvis as your eyes slowly shut and you drifted off sleep.

You had been in a deep sleep for what had felt like a full 24 hours from how tired you were and then suddenly you were being shaken awake by Joyce. You let out a soft groan, turning your head to face her and your eyes opened just slightly, your vision hazy as you stared up at her. “What?” you grumbled. “You’ve been asleep almost all day. It’s 5 o’clock.” She said softly. You nearly shot up out of bed when you heard those words. “Oh my god, why didn’t you wake me up earlier?!” you said frantically as you hurried into the bathroom and then came running back out because you hadn’t even picked out an outfit. Joyce just watched completely speechless at the way Elvis had you acting that she had to hide the soft laugh that escaped her lips. She shook her head leaving you alone with your craziness. You had thrown your suitcase onto the bed, searching through your clothes like a mad woman. You wanted to look good for Elvis as ridiculous as that sounded in your head. But everything about this situation was ridiculous, once you had found a dress that you were pleased with you laid it out on the bed, it was a denim halter top mini dress, that left little to the imagination and you grabbed your denim platform heels and sat them beside the bed. You hurried into the bathroom to take your second shower of the day and once you were finished you started doing your hair and makeup.

Once you had finished those two things you came walking and dropping your towel to the floor and grabbing pair of panties and slipping them on and deciding to go without a bra, grabbing your dress and slowly slipping it on and wrapping the top around the back of your neck and tying it closed, your hair falling into place to cover it and then you soothed out the fabric of your dress, slipping on your heels and strapping them close. You walked over to the mirror to check yourself out, running your fingers through your hair and smiling to yourself knowing Elvis would love your outfit. You grabbed your purse and headed out of the room where Joyce was sitting and when she saw you, she was in complete shock of your outfit. “Elvis isn’t going to know what to do with himself when he sees you.” She laughed. “Is it too much, you think?” you asked nervously. “Not at all! You’ll have his attention all night.” She beamed getting up from her seat.

Elvis had sent Sonny up to get the both of you which was convenient since Joyce had taken a liking to him. Elvis had gotten the two of you the best seats, better than the ones you had last night, which he did purposely so he could see you from the stage. The two of you making eye contact with one another whenever he looked in your direction. He put on a dazzling show as always having the women fawning and fainting at his feet and when you had stood up to applaud him with everyone. Now his eyes were back on you and your dress that he had finally gotten a chance to see. He was completely mesmerized by the very sight of you and as he was pulled away and the curtain was closing, he was still looking at you before losing sight of you. Sonny had made his way back over to you and Joyce and gesturing for the two of you to follow him backstage where Elvis was going to be meeting with a few lucky fans before the night ended with the two of you in his suite. “Elvis wants to talk with you in private, Y/N.” Sonny said as the three of you walked down the backstage hall. “Oh, okay, where is he?” you asked curiously wondering what he could want to talk about.

Joyce made her way into the room where the rest of the guys and few of the fans that were waiting to meet Elvis were in and Sonny led you down the hall to a room where Elvis was waiting for you. Sonny gestured to the room, and he gave you a smile before heading back in the direction that you came from. You raised an eyebrow thinking the whole thing was a bit mysterious. You knocked on the door lightly. “Elvis?” you called out in a soft tone before slowly opening the door and peering your head inside. Suddenly he grabbed a hold of your hand, and he was pulling you inside of the room with him, shutting the door closed and roughly pressing your back up against the door causing your purse to fall out of your hand and onto the floor, a soft gasp escaping you. His hands had grabbed your waist pressing your hips against his own and his lips crashed against yours and you let out a muffled whine, he had nearly knocked the wind out of you, and you tried to push him off as your lips pursed against his not wanting to kiss him and you tried to speak. “Elvis.” you mumble out on his lips. Your hands against his chest as you manage to push him back.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he said softly, his hands squeezing your waist. “A hello would’ve been nice for one.” You said a bit annoyed. “Hello..” He said in a snarky tone as a smirk played on his lips. His lips then crashing against yours again, which only made you roll your eyes, but you kissed him anyway. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his body pressed up against yours firmly trapping you against the door and you let out a soft whimper against his mouth. His lips trailed down to your neck as he kissed and sucked at your soft skin. A soft moan escaped your lips as one of your hands grabbed at his hair that was drenched in sweat. “D-Don’t you have people waiting to meet you?” you whispered. “Mhm… but I needed to see you alone first.” He mumbled against your neck. “Mm, why is that?” you purred against his ear. “This fucking dress… You had everyone out there eyeing you up…” he mumbled as he nibbled at your neck. You bit at your bottom lip at the sounds of his words. “I wore it just for you, I wanted all of your attention...” you confessed.

He lifted his head to look at you with a grin on his face, bringing one of his hands up to lightly caress the right side of your face. “You certainly got it along with every other man...” he said with a hint of jealousy in his voice. You furrowed your brow at him. “But yours is all I cared about.” You say softly, but he ignored you. “You wearin’ any panties underneath this thing?” he questioned and before you could even answer him he had one of his hands underneath your dress already. He started groping and squeezing your thighs before brushing his hand up against your panties. “Elvis, stop...” you say trying to hold back a soft whimper. “I bet you’re wet already..” he mumbled. Then he shoved his hand down your panties, brushing his fingertips firmly against your aching pussy, feeling a bit of your slick coating his fingers and the smirk on his face grew. You let out a soft moan. “Elvis, no... Not here...” you whimpered, squirming against him, trying to grab at his hand, but he pushed it away. “Yes, here... I just wanna touch you a little, baby..” he whispered in your ear.

Hearing those words did something to you, it was as if your mind had suddenly gone blank and your body completely submitted to him much like the night before. He pressed his index finger firmly against your clit which caused a loud moan to escape you as you inhaled sharply. He started to rub the sensitive bud slowly, his finger rough as he played with it, and he could feel you getting wetter with each movement, and you started to move against his hand craving his touch and he smirked as your soft moans purred into his ear. “Such a needy girl…” he cooed. He rubbed two of his fingers deep between your folds before he shoved his fingers inside of you and you gasped loudly which was followed by another loud moan and he reached a hand up to cover your mouth. “Daddy needs you to be quiet.. Do you understand?” he asked you in a stern low tone. Your eyes wide and innocent as you nodded slowly in response to him. He then plunged his fingers deep inside of your wet pussy, pumping them at a steady pace. Your hands clutched onto his shoulders as your hips squirmed forward against his fingers and your moans poured out of your mouth coming out muffled against his hand.

As he continued to push his fingers in and out of you, he could feel your walls tense up and get tight around them which only forced him to plunge them even harder inside of you, his fingers knuckle deep. “Fuck..” he growled. Your eyes were closed tight as you gasped when he hit the right spot and then you whimpered loudly, your legs trembling around him and your body squirming against the door. You wanted more. So much more. Your slick was making a mess of his hand and your panties. He smirked when he felt the mess you were making and he pressed himself against you, his face close to yours as he finger fucked your pussy. He tightened the grip his hand had around your mouth and now the two of you were making eye contact until he watched yours roll back. “You wanna cum don’t ya, baby?” he mumbled. All you could do was nod in response to him. You felt like you were on the verge of tears as your pussy clenched around his fingers that were completely violating you in the best way. You could practically feel that euphoric bliss as he edged you on more.

But then he did the worst thing of all right when you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers right out of you which caused you to open your eyes and all you saw was the playful smirk on his lips. “Too bad I’m not gonna let ya cum yet, baby.” He teased as he sucked the taste of you off his fingers, you rolled your eyes back in frustration. You couldn’t believe he was doing this right now. You needed to cum as the aching feeling only grew worse as you felt your arousal pooling in your panties and soaking them. When he finally removed his hand from your mouth your lips were in a form of a pout. “Please… Daddy, I need to cum. Don’t tease me!” you whined. He chuckled as he watched this whole new submissive side of you come out, he loved to hear you beg. He grasped both your thighs with his hands, slowly caressing both, which caused a shiver all over your body. “Pleaseeeee..” you begged. But he just chuckled again as he leaned in to kiss your pouty lips. “No can do, honey. I’ve got people waiting for me. But I want you keep this pussy wet for me..” he mumbled on your lips as he slid one of his hands up pressing two fingers against your panties and he could feel how soaked through they were. You moaned softly and eagerly humped his fingers, only making you even messier. “I want these panties fucking ruined by the time we get upstairs, baby.” he said softly.

When he pulled his hands away again, fixing your dress for you. You couldn’t help but whine quietly, all you could think about was the feeling of his fingers inside of you. Somehow, he expected you go out there in front of everyone horny and desperate to cum as your panties became more drenched. It just wasn’t fair. He couldn’t help but laugh because you looked so out of it that he had to peel you away from the door. “C’mon.. The sooner we get this done, the sooner you’ll be cummin’.” He said with a wink. You nodded, doing your best to keep your composure as you soothed your dress out nervously. Your legs felt numb and wobbly that Elvis had to grab your purse off the floor for you. You exhaled softly as he opened the door and grabbed a hold of your hand as the two of you made your way out and down to the other room where the lucky fans were waiting for him. You were in a daze as the feeling of your pussy throbbing and aching distracted you that once you were in the room and the two of you separated, you stood off in a corner alone, clenching your thighs together and hoping to feel some kind of pleasure from the friction, that a small moan escaped your lips and you quickly pursed your lips together tight and looking around nervously to make sure no one heard.

You felt so shy now thinking everyone just knew what was up and Elvis carried on like normal greeting his fans and putting on the charm. Elvis caught a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye and smirked as he watched you, proud of himself for the power he could hold over you with his little games. You were relieved that you didn’t see Joyce and assumed she was off with Sonny because he was gone as well. The last thing you wanted was for her to see how submissive and how desperate Elvis made you. You stood there with your back against the wall and your arms fold and legs clenched together for dear life as you were watching Elvis carry on and flirt with some of the girls, which only made you roll your eyes. But he kept staring at you the entire time because the only person he truly had eyes for was you. Once he had finished with the group of girls and they had left he was now making his way over to you with a look in his eye as if he could eat you up. Your eyes slowly gazing up at him as he towered over you, and he placed his hand against the wall above your head and you looked away from him now and he grabbed your face with his other hand, forcing you to look at him. “What’s wrong with you, hm?” he asked in a hushed tone as the guys horsed around, but the way he had you confined to this small area with him, it felt like you were the only two in the room.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but you started to pout at the same time, you felt like such a brat. It almost made you cringe. “You know what’s wrong with me!” you whined. He grinned as he lightly brushed his index finger against your chin. “Aw, is my baby still desperate to cum?” he teased. You nodded with the same pout on your lips. “Yes…” you whispered. “Hm, let daddy see if you’ve kept this pretty pussy wet.” He mumbled and he glanced around for a moment seeing that the guys weren’t paying either of you any attention. You stared up at Elvis wondering what he was going to do, but then you suddenly felt one those wandering hands of his up your dress and he wasted no time rubbing it against your panties. Your eyes widen as you looked around nervously thinking that someone was going to see. As he rubbed your soaked panties a needy little moan escaped your lips and then he tugged at the delicate fabric, pushing it aside and then rubbing a finger between your sopping wet folds. You quivered from his very touch and whimpered. He smiled widely. “Goddamn.. Good girl...” he praised as he carefully removed his hand from beneath your dress. You were chewing on your bottom lip and making the cutest noises for him that it turned him on more than he already was. “I think it’s time to go upstairs… Daddy wants to make you cum on his cock, little one.” He said with a smirk.

Your face lit up at his words and you were so relieved, trying to hide your excitement. Elvis turned around now to face the guys and he cleared his throat. “I’m getting tired. So, we’re going up to the suite.” He announced. “Do you want one of us to follow you up, boss?” Joe said. Elvis shook his head with a smile. “No, I’m sure I’ll be fine. Have a goodnight, fellas.” He said as he grabbed a hold of your hand and the two of you made a swift exit. Once you got to the lobby of the hotel, he was rushing you over to the elevator with him and you giggled softly to yourself. As the two of you made your way into the elevator, he grabbed a hold of your waist and pulled you against him. You beamed up at him, resting your hands against his chest and as you brushed up against him you could feel that he was hard already, then suddenly a fun idea popped into your head, and you reached over to push the emergency button on the elevator that completely stopped it. He raised an eyebrow at you curiously. “Whataya doin’, baby?” he said with a soft chuckle.

You cupped his face in your hands and pressing a kiss to his soft lips. “I’m here one more night just for you. Why not make it interesting, hm?” you said teasingly. You pulled away and tossed your purse onto the floor, then you reached around to untie your dress, the two of you making eye contact as you slowly undressed in front of him. Once your dress was in a puddle on the elevator floor you stepped out of it. The only thing left was your panties and heels. You giggled when you saw the way he was staring at you with the biggest smile on his face. “Goddamn.” he said lowly, the only words he could muster up to say. You grinned at his reaction. Stepping toward him again and pressing soft kisses against his chest and trailing them down his stomach as you slowly unzipped his jumpsuit and you sunk down to your knees in front of him and you stared up at him with a smile, catching the smirk on his face. He bit down on his bottom lip as he watched you on your knees. Your eyes widen at the familiar sight of his hard cock, and you reached into the pants of his jumpsuit and wrapped your hand around his length. You continued to stare up at him as you pressed small kisses along his cock and when you reached the tip his precum coated your lips as you kissed it. He groaned quietly, reaching down to carefully brush your hair out of your face.

You parted your lips and wrapping them only around the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it. Tasting the saltiness of his precum as it dripped onto your tongue and you sucked slowly on it as your hand stroked the rest of his length, his hand clutched onto your hair as he leaned back against the elevator wall as his eyes stared down at your naked body, his low groans escaping from the back of his throat. You popped the head of his cock out of your mouth, swirling your tongue around it teasingly, gently tapping it against your lips and you gathered up a good amount of saliva in your mouth and you spit it all out onto his cock. “Oh fuck..” he groaned out. You giggled softly at his words, and you started to stroke all your saliva onto his cock, coating every inch of him already making a mess. You placed your hand at the base of his cock and then you wrapped your mouth back around him, moving your head down onto his cock until you could feel him just at the precipice of hitting the back of your throat and started to bob your head slowly, making cute suckling sounds and whimpering softly around his cock, keeping your eyes up on him as you watched his expressions and heard his sexy groans.

You felt his hand grab onto your hair a bit tighter and you knew what he wanted to do so you brought your hands down to rest in your lap, taking a liking to how submissive you became around him and letting him take complete control and use your mouth for his pleasure. “You gonna be a good girl and let daddy fuck your mouth?” he said lowly between the soft groans that escaped him. You nodded with your mouth full of his cock and your eyes innocently looking at him. He smirked as he held your head still and he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deep into your mouth and the sound of your gags like music to his ears. You moan softly around his cock grasping at your own thighs as he started pumping his cock into your mouth and he forced you to take his entire length down your throat, which made your body jolt and your gags grew louder, saliva already gathering at the sides of your mouth and drooling out onto his cock. His head was tilted back against the wall as his groans came out shaky. “Ah, shit...” he groaned out loudly. He continued to plunge his cock into your mouth, forcing you face down until his entire length disappeared into your mouth, his balls slapping against your chin.

“Fuck, baby… You look so pretty with daddy’s cock down your throat.” He hummed, cupping your face in his hand, and brushing the pad of his thumb against your cheek. Your eyes watering up with tears and your whimpers becoming muffled as the obscene noises that escaped you grew louder, he was making you a mess with your own saliva as it dripped down from your chin onto your breasts, you reached a hand up to tap his thigh trying to tell him to let you up to breath. When he felt your taps, he pulled your head back and his cock popped out of your mouth, strings of saliva hanging from his cock as he exhaled sharply, you took a deep breath and coughed softly, smirking up at him as you stroked his messy cock, pressing kisses against it, giggling softly. “C’mere.” He said softly, reaching his hands down toward you. You took his hands as you stood back up on your feet, smiling at him innocently and he pulled you to him, his cock pressing up against you and you grinded against him as you kissed him deeply. “Will you fuck me now, daddy?” you whispered against his lips.

He smirked as he reached down to give your ass a slap and you let out a soft squeal, rubbing your hands against his chest, curling your fingers around his chest hair as he stole another kiss from your lips. “Get those panties off for me, baby.” He whispered. You bit down on your bottom lip as you pulled away from him and hooked your fingers between the hem of your panties and you slowly slid them down your legs, carefully stepping out of them. You leaned down about to take your heels off, but he stops you. “Keep the heels on... I like them.” He said with a grin. “Yes, daddy.” You smiled, reaching over toward him, and helping him out of his jumpsuit, once he was naked, he grabbed you and pressed you up against the elevator doors roughly, you let out a soft hiss from the feeling of your back hitting the cold metal doors. You watched him closely with lust in your eyes and he kneeled in front of you, grabbing a hold of one of your legs and you watched him curiously as he lifted your leg up and started pressing kisses against your foot and over your heels and you couldn’t help but giggle because it tickled. “You really do like these heels, hm?” you teased. You watched as he kissed up your leg until he was kissing your inner thigh, slowly making his way up and you inhaled sharply when you felt his soft lips against your pussy.

His lips lingered there for a moment, and he flicked his tongue teasingly between your soaked folds. “S-Stop teasing me…” you whined. He grinned at your words as he slowly stood up, grabbing a hold of your waist, and lifting you up in his arms and you snaked your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your heels against his ass, he let out a soft groan from the feeling and he buried his face between your breasts, kissing and biting at them playfully. He couldn’t get enough of you. You tugged gently at his hair as a soft moan escaped you and he reached down to grab his cock, rubbing the head between your folds, your slick soaking his cock which caused him to let out another soft groan. You whimpered at the feeling being so sensitive already after he refused to let you cum, your body shivered against him. “Shove that cock deep inside of me..” You purred into his ear. Those were the only words he needed to hear and with one swift thrust he plunged every inch of his cock deep inside you forcing your tightened walls to stretch open for him, which only caused you to cry out his name. Your arms clutching onto him tight as he slammed his hips against yours forcing your back to repeatedly hit up against the elevator doors with each thrust. His hands moved down to hold onto your thighs, the cold metal of his rings digging into your soft skin, his groans vibrating against your neck as they slipped out of him loudly. Your head tilted right up against the doors as you moaned softly, your mouth in the shape of a O as he forced himself deeper and your heels dug further against his ass.

Your pussy had been so wet that each time he thrusted himself inside of you his cock became more and more drenched as it glistened with your sweet juices and the wet sounds of your pussy was the only sound you could hear between each of your noises the two of you made. You felt his warm, wet lips against your neck, nibbling and biting at your supple skin. “Fuck.. I love the way you take my cock.” He mumbled softly. His hips slamming hard, deeper, and more steadily as he picked up the pace, his hot breath against your neck as he breathed heavily. “Elvis..Oh.. god..” you cried out. You whimpered and moaned his name over and over, moving your hips slowly against his, both of your bodies dripping in sweat as you fucked each other like it was the very last time. You had never felt this way before, never experienced this kind of intensity with someone both sexually and emotionally. You had feelings for him you couldn’t comprehend. “D-Don’t.. Stop.. harder..” you begged. His lips found their way to yours and the two of you kissed sloppily with so much passionate as you moan into each other’s mouths and that’s when he slammed his cock into you harder repeating the same swift movement. He had nearly knocked the wind out of you.

Your body began to tremble, and you didn’t know how much longer you could last because you could already feel your orgasm building and it became even more obvious from the sounds you were making against his lips. “Cum for me, darlin’..” he whispered. His movements not letting up and he held you down on his cock making you feel every inch of his pulsing and swollen member. That threw you over the edge that you didn’t have the words to even a form a sentence to tell him you were cumming because your orgasm came crashing down. Your entire body became numb from the intensity that had been building since earlier and your moans becoming quiet and incoherent as you came all over his cock. He plunged his cock into you deep once last time as you were cumming that it forced his orgasm out and you could feel is cock twitching inside of you as the warmth of his seed coated your insides and filled you up. The both of you breathing so heavy that it was echoing throughout the small elevator. His sweaty forehead pressed against yours and he carefully pulled himself out of you. You could feel his cum pooling out of you and dripping down your thighs. He grinned proudly as he kissed your lips, he pushed two of his fingers inside of your pussy, making sure his cum stayed inside and you gasped softly. “Don’t want ya wasting a single drop of me, baby.” He whispered.

You smiled at his words as your legs dropped from around his waist. Your body feeling all wobbly, he kept you trapped against the doors, not being able to keep his eyes off you or the boyish grin off his face. You cupped his beautiful sweaty face in your hands as you leaned up to kiss his lips again and he stuck his tongue in your mouth as his hands held onto your waist. Your tongue swirling around his as you groaned into his mouth before breaking your kiss, smiling up at him, your hands falling against his chest. “This will be a Vegas trip to remember.” You laughed softly. He was still staring at you a bit intensely, but with sadness now filling his eyes at the thought of you leaving. You furrowed your brow a bit at him when you noticed. “What’s wrong?” you asked. “I-I-I..” he stuttered. “I don’t want you to go.. I want ya to be my girl.” he said softly. “Elvis..” you sighed. “Please, baby. I-I have feelings for you, and I know you feel the same. Just stay with me.” He said with such sincerity in his voice. You couldn’t deny how you felt anymore, because no matter how much you tried, he and Joyce were right. You had feelings for him. Deep feelings. “I do have feelings for you. Feelings I can’t explain.. But.. Elvis, I can’t just abandon my whole life to be with you.” You said quietly as you shook your head, pushing past him now to put your clothes back on.

He turned to face you, sighing as he got his jumpsuit back on. “I’d take care of you, honey. You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. You wouldn’t have to work.” He said practically pleading with you to stay. “But I don’t want that. I like working, Elvis. I don’t need you to take care of me. I don’t want your money or anything.” You said as you shook your head, now you were becoming annoyed. “Fine, you don’t want money. You don’t want anything! Would you consider moving to Memphis if I got you job there?” he asked curiously. You exhaled sharply, letting out a soft laugh. “You just don’t stop, do you? I can’t just switch jobs and uproot my life to move to Memphis. Where would I live? With you? We hardly know each other. Your life is just too different from mine, and this would never work. No matter how I feel.” You said softly as you reached over to press the emergency button that was lit up to get it moving once again, . “You’re not even givin’ it a damn chance! What woman wouldn’t want what I just offered you?!” he yelled, pressing the button to his floor. “Excuse me? I’m not one of your damn fangirls, so sorry if I’m not jumping at the chance to do what you want! You are so full of yourself, Elvis.” You snapped back at him.

He never had a woman speak to him the way you do, he thought it was cute at first when he first met you, but now it pissed him off. “You know what?” he mumbled. “What?!” you said angrily, trying to choke back tears and as the doors opened to his floor, he stepped out and turned to you. “This wouldn’t work. You’re right. We are too different. I’ll see that one of my guys accompany you and Joyce home tomorrow. Have a nice life, Y/N.” he said coldly. The elevator doors slowly closing as the two of you stood there staring at one another with tearful eyes, until you both had completely disappeared from each other’s view. The moment those doors closed you broke down in tears. Your heart shattered.

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