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thesunisatangerine · 6 months

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against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part eight

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: none

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 4.2k

words in italics: whatever language you like

“Make sure you stick close to your uncle the entire time and remember: if you don’t feel well or if, at any point, you want to leave, just tell Uncle Robert and he’ll get you out of there, okay?”

Elisa nodded as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Alright. Put on your headphones and follow your uncle.”

“Follow.” Elisa pronounced the word slowly, before she continued in English, “you said it wrong, Mom. You say it like this.”

Then she repeated the word again.

You smiled, nodded before you repeated the word for her. “Got it. Thanks, ladybug. Now go, I’ll catch you guys later.”

Tucking a loose hair behind her ear, you hugged Elisa one last time and placed a kiss on the top of her head before you let her go. She bounded to where Robert was standing, gave you one last enthusiastic wave, then you watched as they began to walk off to the direction of their seats.

Now that you were alone, faced with the corridor that lead down to the pitch, you took a deep breath, exhaled, and then with leaden legs you began to walk.

To say that you were nervous was an understatement; you were absolutely terrified. Not only because this was you first coverage after… after the last one, but also due to the fact that this would be the first time you were going to see Alexia in person since the night you left.

Alexia wouldn’t recognise you–no, she wouldn’t even know you were here–you saw to it. You asked Derek to register you under Jersey’s name because the client was none other than Alexia’s agent, a request that earned you a dirty look from Derek but he indulged you anyway. And as a precaution, you made sure to wear a face mask–an accessory that was met by a knowing, raised brow from Robert and a worried, ‘Are you sick, Mom?’ from Elisa–not to mention that your hair now was different compared to then.

No. Alexia wouldn’t recognise you; you were, after all, only a face among the many that adored her.

You kept walking, shielding your eyes from the brilliant stadium lights as you stepped foot on the grass.

Fifteen months. What good did that time do you? Just the mere thought of Alexia’s eyes suffused you with such burning ardour that neither a kiss nor touch from another could come close to her–there simply was no competition. You couldn’t even let another touch you the way she did because the act of kissing another’s lips was enough to incite guilt in you.

But why? How could Alexia still have this much hold over you after all this time? Was it because this was the first time you felt something deeper for someone, something that transcended the physical aspect of a relationship? Or was it the fact that the moment you let yourself be vulnerable, almost offered yourself completely, everything came crashing down? And now, you found yourself hung up on someone who had clearly moved on.

But, a small part of you reasoned, if Alexia had truly moved on, why still try to commission you? Why would she want you around? Maybe she… No. You shook your head firmly. That wasn’t possible.

Pain throbbed in your foot as it collided with the sponsor board that lined the spot you picked, earning you a few concerned glances from the nearby photographers who were already there. You cursed internally, dropping your bag to the ground, as you offered the others a sheepish smile and an apology. The pain brought you back to reality though, a reminder that you needed to get your mind out of the gutter and that you had a job to do.

You had weeks to prepare yourself for this. Everything would be okay. How hard could this be, really?

An hour passed and the stadium was filled to the brim with Spanish red and Brazilian yellow to witness the first match of each team for this tournament. Each nation’s supporters clapped and roared when the players began to run out to the pitch. And all the mental preparation you’d done for this left you completely.

The moment she stepped out of that tunnel and the stadium lights shone down on her, it felt like you only learnt how to breathe again. There Alexia stood: the slope of her shoulder familiar, the strength carved in the curves of her back looked stronger, and the lines of her arms just as inviting as they were the first time you met.

And those eyes, even if there were meters between you the weight in them–that low, burning fire–was all too apparent from where you stood.

Despite yourself, you found yourself smiling beneath your mask. She looked healthy; happy.

As the starting whistle breached through the chants of the crowd and resounded through the arena, you found yourself content–content at being an spectator of Alexia’s life, to watch her shine from afar, that was enough.

Parc des Princes. Sweden vs. Spain: The Clash of the Titans.

Not even two hours before kickoff and a significant crowd had already gathered by the entrance points of the stadium donning their respective supporter colours. It was no surprise to see such numbers very early on this fine Saturday evening because ever since the results from the dramatic Semi-Finals that saw Sweden and Spain through to the Finals, it was the talk of the town: the World’s Number One against the World Champions; both formidable in their own rights made them titans indeed.

And the question of who would emerge victorious would be answered tonight.

You saw firsthand how Spain brazenly blazed through this competition, knocking out their tougher competitions in the form of Germany and Japan in the Quarters and the Semis respectively in a similar fashion. They were a force to be reckoned with driven by their purpose and it made you more than proud to see how far they’d come.

Though it had been difficult you managed to remain undetected throughout the length of this tournament, something that you were truly grateful for. And after tonight, you could as easily slip out of Alexia’s world just as you had seamlessly gone in for the last time. The last thing you wanted to do was to jeopardise Spain’s chance at winning no matter how little an impact your presence would cause if you were discovered by Alexia.

But the thing was, you couldn’t lie and say you felt nothing as you watched Alexia from afar because you did: all the regret and desire… the longing; they were all there with you. More than once you found yourself wanting to run into her arms, to tell her you missed her, to let her know she saved you, to tell her… But you knew in your heart that that couldn’t be, so you allowed yourself this brief luxury, this silent, intimate appraisal of what and who she’d grown into even if she herself didn’t know it–you captured it all and to you that was more than enough.

As for Elisa she was nothing but ecstatic, a bundle of energy through and through. If you were being honest, you had doubted your decision to bring her with you because you didn’t know how being surrounded with tens of thousands of people would affect her even though she’d told you multiple times she could manage it. But to your relief, Elisa had immersed herself in the sport, blanketed herself in its atmosphere and in fact, she seemed to thrive in it. On the way home after each of Spain’s match you went to, Elisa would recount in vivid clarity all the instances she deemed to be highlights of the match–of course most of them were about Alexia which wasn’t a surprise considering how much she meant to her.

Elisa was enjoying herself and that, truly, brought you immense joy and comfort. She never asked you for it but you knew how Elisa badly wished to meet her inspiration, her and Robert had tried at the end of each match to stick around to meet her but so far, they had no luck.

No, Elisa never asked for you to do anything about it but that didn’t mean you couldn't try. You couldn’t quite think of how to go about it just yet but seeing as how the match before your eyes was the last, you knew your time to decide was beginning to run out.

The thing about football was that it was unpredictable, one minute it could be going your way, the next it could be the opponent’s; nothing was set in stone and anything could happen.

It was nearing the forty-minute mark, the scoreline was still down at all nil, when Aitana sent the ball lobbing from the middle, just at the edge of the penalty box, into one of Sweden’s goalposts for Alexia who’d already made her surge forwards. In response, Zećira Mušović dove for the nearest post, just about managing to grab the ball as it landed a few paces in front of Alexia’s feet but the ball went out of play as it slipped from her grip. Alexia was going too fast though and your heart jumped in your chest with worry as Alexia leaped over Mušović’s prone form, barely avoiding a collision with the Swedish goalkeeper, before she ended up slamming against the sponsor board and–

Suddenly, the air was knocked from your lungs as your back slammed to the ground and the back of your head throbbed with a dull ache that made you groan. And then you felt the warm weight pressed against you, dangerously familiar and way too close for comfort but it was gone before you could open your eyes. When you did you found honey-coloured eyes that you knew all too well as Alexia regarded you with concern.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Alexia asked, her ragged breathing made her accent all the more pronounced, and she took both of your hands in hers to help you to your feet. You tried hard not to think about the warmth of her palms on your skin–in fact, you hardly had any thoughts at all–and your throat was so parched you could only nod at her question.

Only once you got back on your feet did you notice Alexia had gone stock still. The sudden change in her demeanour worried you at first, especially when she hadn’t let go of your hands yet, and then confusion settled in. That was when you realised her attention was zeroed in on the string around your right wrist… at the bracelet she made you, the one you couldn’t bear yourself to part with.

Your eyes widened and you snatched your hands back, shielding your wrist from view with your other hand but you knew it was already too late. Alexia now looked at you, the concern in her gaze now shone together with… something else, eyes red as unshed tears clung to her lashes.

“You…” Alexia’s voice low–restrained–as her throat bobbed and her chin quivered.

The sound of the whistle barely registered in your mind and Alexia looked like she hadn’t heard it too, her eyes remained glued to you as if she’d seen a ghost. Then Aitana was by her side, hand around her arm as Aitana attempted to tug her back into the game but she just wouldn’t budge. Aitana regarded you briefly, the clear confusion in her eyes difficult to miss, before she tried to coax her captain away again.

“Alexia. Go.” You said as you gently pushed Alexia away with a hand on her stomach. She flinched from your touch–and her reaction really shouldn’t hurt this much but it did anyway–so you quickly retracted your hand away. Only after that did Alexia finally let herself be pulled away by Aitana but not without staring at you as she went.

This was bad. Out of all the times that this could happen, why now?

You picked up your camera, the fact that it was intact offered you little comfort, and the urge to run away pervaded you. You so desperately wanted to pack everything and leave, allow Elisa to enjoy the match and maybe just sit this one out in the crowd with her. Alexia didn’t need to know.

The thought was tempting.

But with clenched fists, you stayed.

A moment later, the Swedish supporters roared when Spain conceded a goal during extra time which left them now down to one goal. Spain still had enough time to try and equalise, and their chance was given in the form of a penalty.

Alexia stepped up but Mušović denied her a goal and your heart ached from the way Alexia shook her head, dejected as she looked up at the sky.

The halftime whistle blew and you watched as the players walked towards the tunnel entrance but, your eyes widened when you saw her, Alexia was making her way towards you, stride long and with purpose. Her face was neutral but the way her lips was pressed in a thin line revealed that she was anything but calm.

Oh, fuck.

You didn’t even have time to compose yourself–or do anything, really–because before you knew it, Alexia had leaped over the sponsor board, gripped the monopod with your camera and ripped it away from your hand. A protest left your lips but it was quickly cut off when you felt her other arm around your waist, pulling you to her with a strength that left you breathless. And when you felt her front pressed firmly against your own and her warmth immediately seeped into your bones, everything melted away–the flutter of camera shutters, the roar of the crowd–your world became Alexia entirely.

Everything just fell rightly into place. It felt like coming home.

Alexia didn’t say anything, just craned her neck so she could rest her head against your shoulder. At first you were frozen, your arms still and left hanging by your side, but as you felt the way Alexia’s ribs expand and the way her heartbeat jumped through her jersey, you came back to yourself and finally, you slid your arms around her, your hands immediately finding purchase in the small of her back.

You gripped her jersey as you sank into her embrace, pressing your cheek against her collarbone, and god, what did you do right in this lifetime–or the last–to have her back in your arms like this? You breathed her in and you nearly sobbed at the intimate familiarity of her scent.

“Alexia, I–” You began but you shook your head. So instead, you choked out, “Alexia, you shouldn’t be here.”

Silence was the only answer and Alexia seemed to cling all the more tightly to you after the words left your mouth. And you could feel it, the despondency in the slope of her back as if they already had lost the match. Guilt ate away at you. You did this, didn’t you?

“Listen to me, Ale. Your team is waiting for you. They need their Captain, Alexia. They need you.”

At those words, Alexia only buried herself further into you as if she wanted herself to disappear completely. Then she spoke in a voice so small you could barely recognise it was her talking.

“I messed up. I… I can’t be what they need me to be right now. I feel weak.”

You recognised this, the familiar shadow of doubt that tinged Alexia’s thoughts and marred her confidence. Although rare to rear its head, its venom was lethal when it did, attacking her weakest parts, right where it hurt the most.

Cradling the nape of her neck with a gentle hand, you let her fall all the more closer to you and you whispered softly, but firm in the way you enunciate the words, to get your message through to her.

“‘The match is not won until the last second is lost.’ Alexia, isn’t that what you told me? You can't just give up now. You can't lose faith in your teammates right now." Alexia’s breath hitched at your words, her arm around your waist tightened. You continued, “your strength is their strength, and theirs are yours. I used to tell you, remember? You're so strong but it's not all yours to carry, Alexia. You're only human but that doesn't make you weak. Have faith in them... have faith in you."

You turned your head just so so you could rest your temple against the line of her jaw before you said, “now go, Alexia. Your team needs you.”

Alexia leaned in to your touch and sighed. She nodded and finally she loosened her grip but before she fully extricated herself from you, she said in a raw voice but not with malice, “I’m still mad at you.”

You couldn’t help it, the small laugh that bubbled out of your throat as you rested your forehead against her shoulder.

“Fair enough. You can be mad at me all you want later but right now, you have a match to win.”

She pulled away and you finally saw her eyes. Albeit red and raw around the edges, the hazel in them shone with a familiar brilliance, a hungry fire undiminished by the tears in her eyes. You longed to dry her tears but Alexia did it herself, swiping the back of her hand over her eyes. She handed you back your camera, hand lingering on your right wrist as she brushed the pad of her thumb over the string there, gave you one last look and a nod, before she jumped over the sponsor board and sprinted to the tunnel entrance, the crowd roaring as she went past them.

At her departure, the rest of the world came back to focus: the stadium, the screaming fans, the blare of the halftime music… the cameras pointed at you, from the broadcasting channels to the phones of the fans on the stands; you were the subject of all their eyes, all their lenses. Even when you glanced at your fellow photographers, most of them had their cameras pointed at you, some looked at you with passing curiosity while some stared at you as if you’d grown an extra pair of head.

Your ears and cheeks warmed at the attention, gut coiling uncomfortably as you adjusted your face mask, something that you were all the more grateful for especially after that little public display from Alexia. You kept your head down as you walked the length of the sideline towards Sweden’s goal for the next half, and you tried your hardest to ignore the weight of the stares by pretending to tend to your equipment.

Then you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You fished it out and found a message from Robert.

‘That was… pretty public. Are you feeling alright?’

You looked up, tried to pick out Elisa and Robert from the crowd but when you couldn’t, you typed out your reply.

‘I’m fine, thank you. How are the both of you?’

‘Well, Elisa’s just about as ecstatic as any child who found out that their mom knows their favourite football player. She’s been asking questions non-stop, I don’t even know how to answer them all. Please help.’

Despite your situation, you chuckled at the image of Elisa pestering her uncle.

‘Tell her she can save her questions for me later. Don’t say anything else.’

‘Okay, thank you. And hang in there.’

The loud cheers from the crowd drew your attention away from your phone and upon looking up, found that the players had begun entering the pitch. Automatically, your viewfinder was to your eye, framing the players as they went and taking a shot.

Alexia was last to step foot on the field and you didn’t miss the way she looked over the last spot she saw you and when she couldn’t find you there, her head swivelled around as she jogged to her position in the opposite half. She found you eventually and even with fifty meters between you, the intensity of her stare reached you. It made you shiver–hopeful in spite of yourself–but when the whistle cut through the air once more, you readied your camera, breath held for what was yet to come.

The game went on and you were so focused on trying to do your job that you couldn’t keep up with the details but the fact was this: no matter how hard Spain pressed forward, Sweden’s defensive effort increased twofold, and whenever Spain played deep to keep Sweden in check, Sweden prodded forward, constantly chipping away at Spain’s defensive line with each effort.

After Sweden’s attempt at Spain’s goal came an opportunity. One minute Cata had the ball in hand, the next the ball was by Alexia’s feet who took one touch before she passed it between two defenders to Salma who was waiting past the halfway line, who then dribbled the ball into Sweden’s penalty area, then she cut it back and crossed it to Aitana who angled her run just enough to tap the ball in.

One-one.

The crowd roared to life and Spain’s fire was reinvigorated. They had eleven minutes left of normal play to score another goal and win. Both teams clashed, gave their all throughout the remaining time, then through to additional and extra time.

Now the moment of truth: a penalty shootout at Sweden’s goal.

Your palms began to sweat, nervous for Alexia. When was she taking her penalty?

Spain went first. They got it in. Sweden as well. One-one.

Then it was two–two.

Spain got their third. Sweden took their shot but Cata deflected it.

Mušović stepped up this time and blocked Spain’s fourth. Cata, again, anticipated right and denied Sweden their own.

You drew in a staggered breath as Alexia began to walk. Once she got to the ball, she flicked it up with her foot and caught it easily with her hands. Click. Through the lens, you watched as Alexia turned the ball over then placed it right by the penalty spot. Click. Then she began fixing her socks, adjusting her shoes, brushed her left ankle with her thumb–click– and she leant back up, resting her hands by her waist as she waited for the whistle. You zoomed in on her face: she was stoic, calm as she eyed the goal, beads of sweat lined her forehead and the bridge of her nose–click.

The whistle blew.

Alexia took five steps back, one step to her right. She took two short strides forward and on the third, her left foot connected with the ball. The net moved with an audible swish from the power behind her kick, depositing the ball in the bottom right corner of the goal and the crowd roared–or was it you who was screaming?–as the rest of Spain’s team ran to their captain to hug her.

Spain won.

Photo after photo, you captured Spain as they celebrated, their cheers and victorious cries. And when each member of Spain’s team walked the stage to receive their golden medals, the feeling that surged through you was something else entirely.

The celebration went on but as the crowd thinned and the live broadcast ended, anxiety filled you once again. You tried to keep track of where Alexia was but she’d been surrounded by so many people that you lost her in the celebration. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you packed up your things but kept your camera out as you hung about at the edge of the pitch near the stands.

And then you heard it.

“Mom!”

You turned to the sound and found Elisa who was leaning against the safety rail of the stands just off to the side of the tunnel entrance, an enthusiastic arm waving in the air as she grinned at you. Beside her was Robert who, too, was leaning on the railing with his elbows who gave you a small wave as you jogged over to them, pushing your face mask down on the way.

“Elisa, ladybug, careful you might fall!” You reprimanded but a smile made its way on your lips all the same and either way, your words fell on deaf ears as Elisa excitedly bounded up and down.

“Mom! Did you see that?! That was so intense! And did you see how Alexia just went,” Elisa imitated Alexia’s strike and an affectionate laugh bubbled out your throat at her display, “and it was the best!”

Then Elisa stilled, eyes widening as she looked past you. “Oh my god, Mom, it’s–”

“‘Mom?’”

It was Alexia but her voice was almost unrecognisable because of how flat it sounded. You whipped your head back and surely, the expression Alexia wore accentuated the barely hidden animosity but it wasn’t directed at you nor Elisa. Rather, you found her glaring up at Robert and at his hand resting on the railing where the gold band on his finger was visible–glinting.

You looked at Alexia, whose demeanour was souring by the second, then at Robert who looked paler than you’d ever seen him before, then to Alexia again.

Oh, no.

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing #a/n: manifesting for spain to get through the qualifiers and then win the olympics #also an extra round of apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes for this one #hope you guys like this and would love to know what you think about the story so far #apologies for any grammar and spelling mistakes ill work on em later #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

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wicchyy · 5 months

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0.1 — drunkfession ; james potter

sum: alcohol has both you and James thinking about what could’ve been

warnings: drunk teens

notes: wrote this months ago but its literal shit needed to clear my notes tho!

James stumbled in his steps as he climbed up the corridor stairs. His head was heavy, his eyes bleary, but even in his drunken state he was still able to make out the person stood before him.

Judging by your puffy lips and reddened cheeks, he was able to either guess you were drunk or had been crying. Your hair fell in its silky locks, tangled by the ends. James just wished he could comb through them, make them look perfectly straight just how he liked it. His heart ached a bit when your eyesight avoided him immediately.

He knew he’d hurt you, he knew how you and him didn’t talk much more these days, didn’t joke around even when you’d been promised a friendship still. But none of those compared to you avoiding eye contact with him.

The breakup didn’t go well. He had convinced you that both of you weren’t good for each other. And maybe you weren’t. Things were messy for you, and he was in a complicated situation as well. You’d gone through a list of hookups after. But James, James had gotten into a semi serious relationship with Lily Evans. At first he tried to hide it, then things got more complicated and James couldn’t keep things away any longer. The news came a few months after your breakup, but the fact hurt, and maybe mixed with a bit of alcohol in your senses— you had broke down to the pictures of them together.

James didn’t knew what was going on in his head then, maybe he enjoyed Lily’s company, maybe he did like her. But if he did, then why was he so completely over her in just a week, or why— even worse, was his heart panging in his chest and his heartbeat ringing through his ears when he sees you like this.

And why, when the air gets colder and the leaves turn browner does he have you feeling like his girl again?

“Hi.” He starts simply.

You wave your hand, “You can cross, Potter.”

He wants to speak, but the words don’t come out right, “I— I don’t—“

“You know, you can speak to me properly. Know you’re drunk ‘n all, but it’s really not that hard, Potter.”

“What d’you mean?” He asks harshly.

You lean away from the wall, “I mean, you’ve been avoiding me all the time. ‘S not like I’ve done anything wrong, have I?”

“Oh, c’mon Y/n. I—“

“Why’re you even here?” You slurred, “Shouldn’t you be busy with Lily?”

He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the question. “I have an actual life other than her, thank you very much. And besides— ‘s not like we were anything.”

You knew. Of course you knew. You were friends with Sirius and Marlene, Merlin, one of those were bound to say something. “Really?” You asked, not to sound too interested or anything.

He hmm-ed, answering simply.

“Then why’d you break up with me?”

One. Two. The seconds passed by just as direct as your words. Unsurprisingly aiming for his heart.

“You know I cant answer that, Y/n.”

You scoffed, “Why not? Haven’t had actual closure all this time. Might as well, right? We’re both drunk, probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.”

Truthfully, even if you were drunk off your arse, you knew you wouldn’t forget about anything about this night. Even starting from this moment, it had all been captured and stored in your memory. Just like all the other ones with James in it, it was tucked in the safe space of the small slot in your heart.

“Yes. No— lie. I remember everything with you in it.” Just like your minds were the same, he admitted just a bit more bravely than you.

“I just want to understand, Jamie.”

There it was. Jamie. He knew the nickname was coming, and yet he still expected a small heart attack to occur when you pronounced the name so gently, just like you used to.

“I know you do.” He sighed, running a hand through his mess of curls. “But I don’t know either. My head was a mess, just like you were. And I guess— I guess I never apologized to you and never helped you through it. But you should know, Y/n, I really am sorry for all of it.”

Your eyes shot up to the ceiling, avoiding the mess of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “I didn’t ask for your apology. I asked why.”

More tugging on his hair, “I don’t— don’t know, Y/n. I guess, things were really messy and I did the first thing that came to mind instead of thinking it through.”

“You should’ve spoke to me. Asked me for help. Or something. I was there for you, Jamie. You had me, just like I thought I had you.”

The words cut. He knew, and you knew too.

“You were there for me?”

You rolled your eyes again at him, a small laugh escaping and your voice going down. “You know you’ll always have me, right Jamie? No need to be so choosy with my words.”

His beautiful hazel eyes light up, ��I know.”

“You avoided me. You acted like I didn’t exist.” You frowned. Even with his poor eyesight, James could see your eyes turn glassy.

“Honey—“ James stopped himself, “Sorry, Y/n. I— I didn’t know you felt that way. You said you didn’t want to talk to me.”

“What?” You suppressed the want to smack his head, “When did I ever say that, you idiot?”

“I dunno! I just got the vibe!”

“You’re so stupid, Potter! This is why I hate you!”

“You don’t hate me.”

“Yes, I do.”

James scoffs, “You could never hate me.”

“Right, because you’ve treated me so perfectly.” You mumbled.

The staircase didn’t have much air as the window was far on the top end. You felt yourself getting hotter, particularly the heat reaching up to your cheeks when James clicked his tongue and pursed his lips.

“Let me treat you perfectly then.” He offered, you weren’t sure if he meant it or if it were just one of his mindless, drunk flirting. Probably the latter.

You scoffed, “Not a chance, Potter.”

“I mean it.” He took a step forward. His fingers twitched, itching to grab ahold of yours. He knew just then what it’d feel it, yours were cold and his was warm. He knew it was like whatever this was between you two, just something teetering on the edge, if he had a chance to grab ahold of you he knew he could warm you right up. But James hadn’t yet trusted himself if he was able to earn your heart and not break it again.

“I have experience in not believing what you mean.”

“I wanted it to be you, Y/n. So badly.” He confessed in a whisper.

“Then why not?” You only dared to ask as the tears finally drop gently across your cheeks.

Why not? Well, it was quite clear then why not. Because his robes were decorated with red and gold and meanwhile yours were lined with astute silver and green.

You. Always you. How could he ever forget … about you? Even if it’s been months since your breakup, and months since you’ve spoken so intimately with each other, everything about this felt natural.

“You know why not.”

You rolled your eyes, pretty sure your cheeks have been rained with black mascara by now. “It sucked to see you trailing after Lily for weeks. It sucked because I knew how it felt having you on mine.”

“I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, trying to lighten the mood with your insistent remarks the whole conversation. “You’ve said that before.”

“Honey.” James smirked ever so slighty. He moved his face closer to you until you could feel his breath fanning over your nose. “I’m so, so sorry.” Your cold choulder was suddenly touched by a warm presence, his fingers creeping up to twiddle with the thin strap of your dress.

“Jamie..” your voice wavered, serving as a warning to James.

“I could have you forgiving me so easily, you know that?”

You decided then, if James wanted to play this game then you could compete as well. “How about, you spend more time trying to get a sincere apology to me ready by next morning. Maybe then I’ll see if I’m ready to forgive you.”

“God, I had you tearing up a minute ago and now you’re back to this?” James panted.

Your hand pushed at his chest, “See you in the morning, Potter.”

James smiled politely, the smile you hated. Then his head dipped lower and pressed a singular light kiss on your clavicle. “Goodnight, then.” He whispered against your skin.

“Ugh. Goodnight, Potter.” You replied swiftly before quickly leaving.

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n3ptoonz · 5 months

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mk1 dialogues with the outworld guys!

a/n: only some characters will have flirtatious lines, while others i can't stand so they WILL get made fun of (i'm looking at you shao.)

i get reiko has fans, so i pander A LIL BIT🙄i can't with havik tho im sorry i didn't grow up w his character so 🧍🏾‍♀️

for syzoth reader is a demon that can shapeshift cause he clearly got a type (ashrah is so freaking pretty)

enjoy ;p

Rain

you: i like wizards

rain: i don't like being called a "wizard"

rain: you couldn't handle the son of a god.

you: if you mean in a fight, probably not, otherwise, absolutely

you: i don't mind getting a little wet from rain

rain: you earthrealmers sure are painstakingly persistent.

rain: i would never court a commoner.

you: you won't be saying that after this match, i guarantee it (wink sound effect).

Reptile

syzoth: if you're from the netherrealm...do you work for quan chi?

you: when i was brain washed yes, now i am reformed and seek redemption

you: do not be afraid, i am kin to ashrah and share her ideologies

syzoth: never thought i would meet so many demons in this life

syzoth: you see what you like? i mean like you- see-

you: demon got your tongue?

you: i find you adorable in both forms, syzoth

syzoth: hey, that's my line!

Shang Tsung

shang tsung: how could I bring harm to such a fine specimen?

you: the same way i'm about to

you: stop flirting with me, sorcerer

shang tsung: not until you consider my offer of ruling the realms by my side

shang tsung: i wouldn't fight me if i were you, i could split your body into eighths

you: tough talk from a man with a silk press

you: you wanna kiss me so bad

shang tsung: kiss, kill, life is all about wonder

Reiko

reiko: you dare poke fun at the ways of an Outworld warrior?

you: uh, you should've seen how you looked shadow boxing at Raiden, I had to laugh

you: come here often?

reiko: wha- you came to my house!

reiko: you just won't quit, will you?

you: there's just something about meatheads that do the trick

you: kiss me, k-k-kiss me, infe-

reiko: it was ONE drunk night!

General Shao

you: just big and greedy

shao: careful, kung lao might overhear you.

shao: ha! you think your puny little self could win against me?

you: you were bested by a farm boy with a sleeper build. nothing about you scares me

you: reiko did not get his looks from his father

shao: soon you won't live long enough to compare!

shao: if i win, you serve as my consort

you: you actually have to have power first to have such imagination

Baraka

baraka: your flesh smells amazing.

you: thanks, new fragrance I made mys- oh you meant as food.

you: so like, does your mouth ever get dry?

baraka: that is the stupidest question i've ever been asked since my affliction

baraka: every day i wake up in aguish.

you: i asked you what time it was...

you: i would ask you to dinner, but you'd run straight for the civilians

baraka: i cannot help what i've become- wait, ask me to dinner?!

Havik

you: what in the actual fu-

havik: continue and you won't be having a mouth either!

havik: why are you looking at me like that?!

you: i'm trying to figure out just how the hell you and baraka pronounce your M's and P's

you: impressive you didn't die from getting a face full of lava

havik: it's probably the only thing liu kang did right!

havik: don't tell me to relax! i lost half my face!

you: hey, you could chill on the whole realm domination and killing a god thing, just saying

a/n: this was so hard to write omfg i don't even like half this list😭let me know if y'all want kameo dialogues either in comments or ask box

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wol-fica · 1 year

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-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤 [ℕ𝕆ℕ ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ] ℙ𝕋𝟚-

parings - wednesdayaddams x gp!reader

summary - nes has been feeling quite, peckish, if you had to ask her

warnings - bondage, sensory deprivation, p in v sex, aggressive sex, nes is terrifying in this

an - thank you to the awesome anon who requested this omgggg

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A pitiful whine exited your mouth, muffled by the blood red ball gag set between your teeth. The velcro straps were around your neck and the back of your head, tightly pulling the toy into your lips.

Ropes were around your wrists, arms, and ankles, keeping you confined to the uncomfortable wooden chair that was stationed in front of the kitchen island. A black silk blindfold was wrapped around your eyes, depriving you of any ability to see your wife.

Wednesday was nearby, watching you writhe and whimper from the cold air wafting onto your already-hard penis. Her mouth watered at the sight, a wave of arousal passing over her as she studied you.

She did this to you, proposing the idea over dinner and taking action as soon as your back was turned on her. She had put you in a subtle headlock, kissing your cheek as she told you what she was going to do; you didn’t complain, you would never be scared.

Another whine came from your mouth, spit slowly slipping past the ball gag as you struggled. Veins throbbed on your cock, causing Wednesday to break her restraint and come forward to you.

Her hand gently took your jaw, pulling your face up so she could could get a good look at you. She loved this, seeing you so submissive and dumb, like she had so much control over you.

“How are you feeling, mí amor?” She murmured, rubbing her thumb on your jaw.

You whimpered, pulling forward to her in an attempt to touch her but the ropes kept you down. Wednesday smiled at that, seeing you tied down did something to her.

“Let’s see what we get done, shall we?”

Fortunately, she had already discarded her own clothes, seeing as she obviously didn’t need them. Grabbing a black collar and leash, she clipped the item onto you and pulled at your neck as she dropped into your lap.

Your cock rubbed against her thigh, the friction doing wonders for you as she settled herself. Her lips pressed against your forehead, causing you to whine in an upset tone.

“Don’t do that, I’ll take however much time I want with you.” Wednesday said, lifting her hips up, “I get to do whatever I please.”

She slowly lowered herself onto you, the head of your penis spreading her pussy open easily. She was wet, drenched even, but you were going to satisfy the itch she developed.

A soft sigh came from her, her breath hot and heavy right by your ear. She stretched around you, rolling her hips down onto you as she took you in. Her velvet walls welcomed you, keeping you snug and warm as she nestled you between her thighs.

“Cara mía..” She moaned, tugging on the leash as she began to ride you.

Now you were not sure when Wednesday became so good at riding you, but you were definitely not going to complain. The way she squeezed and jerked her hips around felt so incredibly pleasurable to you.

You wanted to feel her, to touch her so bad. You wanted to grab her plush thighs and feel her soft skin as she spelled your name with her thick hips. You cried out, the sound muffled by the gag but pronounced enough to get her attention

Her hand pressed against your abdomen, feeling your abs under her fingertips as you twitched your hips up into her.

“What’s wrong Y/N.” She asked breathlessly, clearly aggravated that you interrupted her.

You tried to move forward to her, the restricting rope keeping you tied back and stuck just far enough away from Wednesday.

“You wanna be closer?” She asked, pressing the ball gag into your mouth so you gagged.

You nodded frantically, desperate to feel her skin on yours. She hummed, pulling you forward by the leash. Your face instantly went for her neck, burying yourself there for comfort as she began to ride you again.

Her hips moved aggressively, thrusting back and forth as she took you so so well. Her warm, wet walls keeping your cock snug and tended to. You gaggidly moaned, feeling your impending release building fast inside of you.

Wednesday seemed to notice as well, as she sped up her movements and tightly clamped herself on you. Her hand wound itself into your hair as she coaxed you on, dirty whispers leaving her mouth to help you chase your high.

Your orgasm came harder than expected, the coil snapping to quick as you released yourself inside of Wednesday, your cum pumping into her as she kept rolling her hips against you.

Overstimulation soon washed over you, tears being absorbed by the blindfold as Wednesday went after her own orgasm. She clenched and rode, the desperation to reach her high overpowering her awareness of your sensitivity.

“Oh cariño!” Wednesday mewled, her pussy fluttering erratically as she finally came.

She rocked herself against you, slowly calming down from her orgasm. Her hands held you, rubbing your skin gently while you both relaxed. You snuggled your face closer to her neck, gag covered in drool and the blindfold was tear coated.

“Nes...” You tired to say, the gag completely muffling your voice.

“I’m here, i’m here.” She replied, unclipping the velcro on the gag ball so she could take it off of you.

As soon as your mouth was free, you sucked in a few breaths and coughed, letting your jaw untense and relax. Wednesday kissed your cheek repeatedly, mumbling about how good and well behaved you were as she coaxed you down.

“I’m thoroughly impressed, you were so obedient to me.” She said, nipping your earlobe with her teeth, “Te quiero, amor.”

You shivered, wincing slightly when her walls squeezed you teasingly. Wednesday moved in you lap, trying to get off of you but you quickly wrapped your arms around her and pulled her to you, an annoyed growl leaving your throat.

“What’s wrong my beloved?” She questioned, pulling you face up and removing the blindfold so she could look at you properly.

“Don’t go…” You whispered, tears in your eyes from the previous overstimulation.

Wednesday’s eyes darkened, her thumb coming up to brush one of your tears away. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to your in a deep kiss as she arched her body into you. She pulled away briefly to drag her tongue along your jaw, licking your sweat coated skin.

“It’s incredibly attractive when you cry, tú seductor pequeño la cosa.”

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juunobox · 4 months

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──★ ˙ ̟ helping nikolai put on his corset (nikolai gogol x gn! reader)

summary: he seems to struggle with tying a ribbon for the corset he's wearing and asks your help for it, he may or may not be actually struggling, though... warnings: mildly suggestive i suppose...? note: pretty short. i've been hit with writer's block due to being very busy irl as well i think, so this is just a sort of warm up >.>

Nikolai's frustrated groan echoed from the other side of the room, clearly exaggerated. He had been at it for a while—what exactly was he doing? Trying to properly wear a corset, the tied-up kind. For reasons known only to him, he decided to don a corset one day, injecting a change into his usual attire.

There was no special occasion; he simply had decided to spice up his usual outfit- which is an idea you're never opposed to. Of course, how could you? The idea of something tight accentuating the jester's toned physique was a sight you wouldn't want to miss.

Amid his effort to tie the corset properly, his exaggerated complaints reached a crescendo. "Ugh! This is so hard, [y/n]!" Nikolai complained, louder and needier than ever. His frustration appeared more like a theatrical performance than a genuine struggle. You suspected he could easily manage tying the corset ribbon, even at the back, thanks to the freedom of movement his ability provided.

So, it's beyond clear that he just wanted to playfully poke fun at you.

"Doveeeee!" he whined again, drawing out the syllable. This time, it finally prompted you to stand up from your seat and enter the bedroom where he was "struggling" with the corset.

"What is it, Kolya?" you asked with a small sigh, yet amused.

"I can't tie it right. Help me," he replied, a mischievous grin on his face whilst tugging at the ribbon as if beckoning you to come closer.

"But you're almost done," you remarked, your eyes drawn to his waist now accentuated by the black and white corset. You find it challenging to avert your gaze, lingering a moment longer than you'd care to confess. The corset accentuates his figure perfectly, with its well-fitted monochrome stripes hugging his torso. Your heart flutters with excitement at the way it snugly embraces him. The temptation to feel it beneath your fingertips almost overpowers you. You resist, reminding yourself, "All ribbons are tied... what else do you need?"

He giggled. "Hehehe! Yes, that's why now I need you to help me with this last bit. I can't tie a pretty ribbon," Nikolai voiced, directing your hands to firmly clasp his waist. An eyebrow arched in curiosity as he led your hands to his sides rather than the untied ribbon. When you attempted to withdraw your hands, Nikolai's grip only strengthened, ensuring not a single finger left his vicinity. You raised your chin to meet Nikolai's heterochromatic eyes, a slightly puzzled expression on your face as you encountered his smug grin.

"This..." you began, cheeks warming up as Nikolai leaned closer to your ear. "This is not where the ribbon is, Kolya," you stated, only eliciting an even more pronounced grin from Nikolai. His gloved hands secured your arms firmly, orchestrating their movements up and down his sides, a gentle caress accompanying each guided motion. Now, the earlier desire to feel his accentuated curves on your fingertips had become a reality. You revel in the growing excitement of this exchange, especially with him orchestrating every motion of your hands across his body like a puppet master. It's as if he possesses an innate knowledge of the precise areas on his body that you yearn to caress and explore...

"I'm aware, my prettiest dove. Very much so," he cooed, taking on a slightly deeper, yet still playful tone. "I've just been missing your touch," Nikolai deftly guided your hand to lightly squeeze his side waist, causing your eyes to widen at the unexpected gesture. At your flustered reaction, he only grinned and whispered, "And this is also something you've been wanting to do, right?"

An awkward silence momentarily enveloped both of you. "You beat me to it, Kolya," you admitted, confessing to the desires you'd harbored. Yes, being close to him like this was something you longed for.

He lingered in that close proximity a little longer before a faint giggle rolled off his lips. Finally releasing your hands, he twirled away with a toothy smile. "Well, too bad, you have to earn it! That was just a little taste of what you can get~ Hahaha!" The jester's continued to move afterwards, becoming a challenge for you to try and tie the ribbon securely.

"Come on, Nikolai, let's ensure this ribbon is tied properly!" you said, attempting to maintain composure despite the smile on your lips. Unfazed by your words, Nikolai continued- making you chuckle at his antics, well aware that his aim was to coax you into more physical contact. After a minute or so, the silver-haired clown finally relented, giving you the chance to actually adjust the corset ribbon while Nikolai held himself still, his gaze fixed on you with a wide smile.

"Okay, perfect now!" You finally announced with a hint of triumph as the ribbon was finally tied, acknowledging that his antics had made it a bit challenging for you. He straightened himself up dramatically, offering a mock princely bow. "Thank you. As expected of my dear assistant," he said, causing both of you to burst into giggles. Before you could move away, you suddenly feel his hand gripping your waist.

"Now hold on tight! We're going somewhere for the night. Can't let your effort in helping me put on this pretty corset go to waste!" Meeting his gaze upon hearing the sudden invitation, you asked, "Where are we off to, Kolya?" Nikolai flashed a mischievous grin. "That will be tonight's quiz! Hehehe—where am I taking you? Well, only one way to find out! Hold on tight, promise you it'll be a night to remember~" He holds you close to him, and in the blink of an eye, covered you both with his overcoat.

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 10 months

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chapter xx – gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 3,900+

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault, human trafficking

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Y/N woke up in a jolt. Somehow she immediately knew she had slept in. Her head whipped to the window to note that the sun was far too high in the sky. She was late for training.

She sprinted around the room, changing into her training gear.

That was when she registered that she wasn’t changing out of pajamas, but the clothes from yesterday.

Y/N paused as all the events of last night returned.

Eris had climbed onto the back of her horse. He’d carried her to her chambers last night and tucked her gently into bed.

It felt like a dream. How had it not panicked her to be so close to someone who still felt like a stranger sometimes? But her body had only been relaxed – past her utter exhaustion, that is.

Y/N blinked, urging herself out of the memory.

She was already so late, and the Weapons Master would surely be irritated and make her pay for it by being extra hard on her with training.

Y/N sprinted down the halls of the Forest House, yelping out apologies over her shoulder to all the servants that she nearly ran into in the process.

But when she arrived to the training courtyard, the Weapons Master was nowhere to be found.

And in his place was Eris – shirtless.

A dozen soldiers surrounded him with various weapons drawn. They all took turns attacking their High Lord – or sometimes all lunging for him at the same time.

Y/N knew Eris was the general of Autumn Court’s army before usurping Beron. Yet seeing him handle a sword so well still caught her by surprise somehow. It was clear he had been taking it easy on her when they'd sparred at the top of the House of Wind.

Eris never looked panicked, and he handled every attack as if it was obvious. But the only thing that was obvious was that his soldiers were not holding back anything. In fact, they seemed utterly frustrated that they couldn’t get a hit on their High Lord. Perhaps their failure to do so was an insult to Eris’ training as their former general.

Eris’ skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat. And that sweat only made his muscles even more pronounced.

Upon their earlier run ins, Y/N had assumed Eris was leaner than the other male fae she had befriended. But he was just as muscular as Azriel and Cassian – whom Y/N had seen shirtless almost more times than she saw them clothed.

Once Y/N was able to get past her own attraction, she noticed that Eris’ skin was also riddled with scars.

From what she knew of fae bodies, it was rather hard for injuries to scar. But after Y/N had witnessed – and been a victim herself – to Beron’s evil, she could only assume that the bastard had a hand in most of Eris’ scarring.

Eris knocked down one of his soldiers, giving himself a few pauses of rest, when he noticed Y/N’s arrival.

They all followed his gaze, wondering what had caught their High Lord’s attention.

With it, they all bowed deeply to her.

The gesture still made Y/N uncomfortable. It felt undeserved and quite silly.

A servant rushed over to Eris with a towel before he reached her.

“Sleep well?” Eris asked her casually.

Clearly, he was completely unaware of what his semi-nakedness was doing to her.

“I didn’t mean to sleep in,” Y/N muttered with embarrassment, trying hard not to stare at his pecs or abs.

“I did,” he quickly countered. “I canceled your training last night. You have been overworking yourself.”

Y/N glared at him and crossed her arms. “You are allowed to force a break on me. But does that power go both ways?”

Eris smirked. “Why? Are you concerned for me, little witch?”

But Y/N didn’t back down. “Well, someone has to be.”

He seemed surprised at how easily she admitted it.

“Come, I have something to show you.” He nodded to the door back inside the Forest House.

The servant came back to him. This time, with a white tunic.

Eris threw it over his head, not bothering to tie the neckline. So Y/N still got a peak of his muscular chest.

Y/N walked alongside him as he led her through the curving hallways.

“Rhysand had your things delivered. But I thought you deserved your own space for your craft. I apologize for keeping you away from your things, but I needed time for them to clear out a space for all of it.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed, not yet understanding what he was telling her.

But Eris was already opening the door.

He gestured for her to go in first.

The room gave a green glow from the morning sun coming through the mostly emerald, stained-glass windows and ceiling. The walls were covered in dark and rich wood paneling. But the floor was a dark tile with an intricate design, clearly made to be an easy cleanup.

Her plants and herbs had been transported here from her store in Velaris, along with the rest of her supplies. It was stored in the countless wooden cabinets. But there seemed to be countless new things provided to her, as well.

Eris stood back, watching Y/N take in the room.

“If it is not to your liking, you may change anything you wish.” Did he sound nervous? “Just say the word.”

“It…It’s b-beautiful,” Y/N managed to whisper as her wide eyes still took it all in.

Eris cleared his throat awkwardly. “Will it suffice?”

She blinked “Suffice?”

He stepped closer to her, his hands clasped behind his back. “Potions, casting, research – anything that your craft requires…”

All she could bring herself to do was nod with enthusiasm.

Then she turned to fully face him, putting her back to the room. Her eyes were glazed over in tears. But she refused to embarrass herself by crying in front of him.

“E-Eris…t-thank you,” she breathed.

“It is the least I can do after keeping you here,” he answered as he look at the ground.

Y/N stepped toward him.

The closeness made Eris’ head snap up to look at her.

“Would you do such things for me…if I was not…” She hesitated. “If I was not your mate?”

The question was like a slap, and Y/N saw it on his face.

Eris’ nostrils flared and his jaw clenched.

“I am not entirely sure what you are asking,” he finally admitted after a moment.

His answer only seemed to put even more distance between them. Y/N’s posture collapsed slightly as she shook her head.

“Forget it,” she mumbled. “Thank you for this.”

“No,” Eris defended firmly. “Tell me what you mean by asking such things.”

Y/N wanted to run. Run from the room. Run from Eris. Run from this bond.

But the guilt at doing so after he just gifted her such a room was what made her frozen in place.

“Sometimes I wonder…” she muttered.

“Yes,” he encouraged her.

She lifted her gaze to him. “Sometimes I wonder if you only do these things because you think it is what is required of you…since I am your mate.”

Eris brow rose as he slowly understood what she was trying to communicate. “As opposed to what? Doing them because I want to?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

“You think I only gift you such things because of the bond?” Eris asked. “As if it forces me to perform such acts?”

Y/N just nodded her head, but her hypothesis was clearly holding firm.

Eris took in a deep breath and stepped to Y/N until their chests were almost touching. “It seems that I need to clarify something, Y/N.”

And Y/N heart raced at his tone alone.

“I shower you with gifts because I wish to. Because it makes my heart race to see your eyes light up from it. I am not hypnotized by our mating bond to do anything. The Cauldron works in mysterious ways, yes. But I have known many males who have ignored their mates entirely, some who even abused them. So, no… the bond forces me to do nothing. I only enjoy making you happy.” He stared into her eyes before finishing with, “Do you understand?”

Y/N nodded because she didn’t trust herself with words after such a confession.

Eris then hung his head in shame before adding, “Perhaps once day I will be able to express how I feel through words, instead of using gifts to tell you.”

“And why won’t you try now?”

Eris frowned as he raised his head. “Because it would be the thing that made you run again. And we both know it.”

Y/N’s heart was screaming at her to tell him what she was thinking, what haunted her. He deserved to know how she felt about all of this – him, them, the bond. He did so much for her and never ever asked for anything in return.

But that just meant he deserved to know her feelings even more.

Y/N took in a shaky breath. “Eris–“

A messenger rushed through the open door. “High Lord, pardon the interruption.”

“What is it?” Eris barked.

“It’s your brother, Aurelius. He has taken Mycenae.”

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Y/N was keeping in step with Eris as he rushed to the main court yard.

“Mycenae is on the Erythrian Sea,” he explained to her. “And its harbors are where the majority of our imports come through. He means to cut off our supplies and hoard them.”

“But what does he want?”

“Most likely? To kill me.” Eris shrugged.

Y/N froze. “Eris, that is not funny!”

He stopped to. “And I was not kidding.”

“How long of a ride is it?”

“We are not riding. We are winnowing. An element of surprise is needed.” Then he gave her a warning look. “And you are not coming with.”

Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped through all of them, hard enough that Eris had to dig his feet into the ground to stand still.

He looked at Y/N quickly, because it was clear she was listening to something he could not.

Her eyes widened and the expression she threw at him was desperate.

“Please, I must go,” she whispered shakily.

Eris looked around them, making sure his soldiers were at least pretending not to listen to their conversation.

He moved closer and lowered his voice. “It is not safe, Y/N.”

“I can look after myself. Plus, I can help, and you know it.”

“Yes, and you can help by looking after the Forest House. This could be a distraction while my brother plans on attacking here, while I am elsewhere.”

“If he truly means to kill you, he will save the sacking of the Forest House after you’re dead,” Y/N countered harshly. “I have not asked for anything from you, Eris. But I am asking you this: let me go with you. There is something I must do.”

Eris knew she was right, but he ignored her.

Just then, one of his commanders winnowed beside them.

“I can direct you to a safe distance from his forces, High Lord. They are armed and at the ready. He knows you are coming.”

Eris turned to Y/N. “You stay at my side at all times. Do you understand? And at the first sign of danger, I will be commanding one of my soldiers to winnow you back.”

She nodded aggressively.

Then he turned to what appeared to be somewhat of a squire nearby. “Get her some armor.”

———

The Autumn Court army stood ready to winnow together. Those who did not have the ability clustered to High Fae who did. It was not all of the court’s forces, but Y/N knew not to underestimate the small portion of it they did have.

Both Eris and Y/N had on armor. A squire had found an old female set and hurriedly helped Y/N into with a bit of privacy. It was a little big at some parts, but it would do.

“We will get your own made,” Eris had noted when he saw her step out.

Now, Eris held Y/N’s hand tightly. He looked down at her, silently asking her to change her mind about coming.

But her only response was to squeeze his hand.

Then they were somewhere else.

As soon as Y/N was aware of her surroundings, her eyes narrowed into a glare.

“I wondered when you would finally grace us with your presence,” someone called out from in the woods. The trees were not that close together, but the fog made it only possible to see the rough outline of a small army in the distance.

“Come out, Aurelius!” Eris called out. “Before you get all your fools killed.”

Y/N took a half step forward. He looked down to see that her eyes had turned that glowing white once again. Slowly raising her hands up from her sides, Eris felt the magic radiating off of her.

Slowly the fog before them disappeared, exposing their enemy.

But just as it did, someone in the distance yelled, “Fire!”

Two hundred arrows launched into the air, aiming straight for them.

Eris shoved Y/N behind him, using his own body as her shield.

But it was pointless, for her wind had already rushed from the side and tossed the arrows into a frenzy that they never got even close to them.

Anger overtook him now.

They dare fire on their High Lord and his mate?

Now…they would regret it.

With a growl, Eris launched himself forward. With just a few wave of his hands, a wall of fire thirty yards high and fifty yards across flew towards their enemy, leaving no holes for escape.

It hit them within seconds of releasing. And cries of pain and horror were the only thing that proved the attack had been successful.

But not everyone had been taken out. There would be some who wielded enough power to shield themselves or use their own abilities to counter the fire.

Eris looked at his commander. “Bring my brother to me alive. The rest can die.”

With that, his soldiers charged into the trees.

Y/N did as Eris asked, staying near his side. Though she used her bow to shoot down the enemy from a safe distance. Eris used his magic to take down hoards of his brother’s army. He would’ve stepped into the frenzy if he were not worried about taking Y/N with him.

The battle only lasted 20 minutes or so before Eris had had enough. This killing was pointless and his brother was a coward for letting others fight such a battle for him.

With the clap of Eris’ hands, he erupted a wall of fire from the ground and it separated his men from the enemy. The rest of his brother’s rebels, who were behind enemy lines, were killed by Eris’ army.

Y/N strapped her bow behind her back and unsheathed her sword as she followed Eris toward the wall.

Through the flames, he caught sight of his brother. Y/N had to stand further back due to the burning heat of the fire wall.

As soon as Eris locked eyes with Aurelius, the wall collapsed.

A whip of fire lashed out, wrapping around Aurelius and dragging him toward Eris as his skin was scorched from the flames.

The pulling only stopped when he was on his knees before his High Lord and brother.

Y/N took in the new Vanserra brother. Perhaps he was once handsome, but the bitterness has made his frown deeper and his face harder. He shared that infamous red hair with his brothers. But the kindness in Lucien and Eris’ eyes was missing. Despite all her efforts, Leonora could not save all of her sons from Beron poisoning their souls.

“You’re a fool, Aurelius.” Eris hissed. “Did you believe you stood a chance?”

But Aurelius wasn’t looking at his brother. He was looking at Y/N.

“Brought your witch whore, did you?”

With the slander, fifty bows knocked an arrow and aimed at Aurelius. To insult their High Lord’s mate was to insult their entire court.

Y/N only glared at him in return, not even blinking at the comment.

Eris launched forward, punching Aurelius so hard across the face that teeth flew out of his mouth.

He grabbed Aurelius by the neck in a death grip. “You dare to even look at her! Try to again, and I will rip out your eyeballs, so you never can.”

Aurelius was smart enough to show fear and regret now. But he wasn’t done taunting his brother yet.

“Does she know?” He rasped as the whip of fire tightened. “Does she know that she is bonded to a monster?”

“I did what I had to in order to survive Beron,” Eris hissed. “The difference between you and me is that mine was a mask. But you…no, you took it all to heart and let our father ruin you.”

Aurelius laughed in his face. “Oh, is that what you think? You truly believe you are so much better than the rest of us?”

Eris had a look of hesitation.

“You hunted down countless innocents, same as us. You may not have killed Lucien’s lover, but you watched as it happened and did nothing. You watched our mother get beaten and raped for centuries. And you stopped none of it. And do you know why?” He leaned toward Eris as much as he could. “Because you are weak, Eris. You were a weak general and now…now you will be a weak High Lord.”

Fire lit in Eris’ gaze at the words.

He let out a snarl and hemisphere of fire erupted from him, taking out any survivors of Aurelius’ rebellion that still lingered behind their pathetic leader.

Their bodies lit on fire and they screamed their lungs out until there was nothing more to feel.

Aurelius smiled up at his brother. “And your precious mate will figure it out soon, too. You thought you could have everything you ever wanted. And you are a fool for it.”

Eris unsheathed his sword and lifted it into the air.

“Eris!” Y/N screamed.

To her surprise, he froze.

Eris didn’t look at her, but she knew he was waiting for her to speak.

“Don’t. It is what he wants: to drag you down to his level.”

“He did not hesitate to hunt down and try to kill Lucien,” Eris argued while he kept his eyes on his brother. “He wished to kill me today.”

“Let him rot in the dungeons,” she told him softly.

Eris let his sword finally drop, but glared down at his brother. “Never forget the reason you are alive is due to my mate... and out of respect for our mother.”

Then he shoved his sword into Aurelius’ gut. Being fae, he would survive easily – but not without tremendous pain.

“That was for calling my mate a whore,” Eris whispered in his ear before landing a punch so hard across Aurlius’ face that it rendered him unconscious.

“Cuff him with faebane,” Eris commanded to his soldiers.

Then he turned to his mate, half expecting her to look at him differently – with fear and disgust. But she was only weary, trying to figure out if she should give him space or not.

When his face softened from their eyes locking, Y/N let out a breath she was holding.

“I-I must got into the city,” she urged him softly.

He didn’t like the sound of that. “What for?”

“There are humans who need my help.” Scared that he would refuse her, she added a desperate, “Please.”

Eris called over one of his commanders and requested an escort for them to march forward and enter the city of Mycenae.

“My brother may be captured, but his followers most likely still linger in the city. Stay close to me,” Eris warned her quietly.

As soon as they were within the city limits, Y/N pointed. “Follow the wind.”

Before he could ask for her to clarify, he saw any objects hanging from walls or rooftops showing a clear path for them.

Y/N unsheathed her sword once more and rushed to follow the wind.

A few minutes later, they were stopped at a decrepit house.

Y/N looked up at Eris. “They’re in there.”

He stepped forward. “Come out now unarmed and we will spare your lives.”

There was a moment of tense silence.

But to Y/N’s surprise, a dozen males slowly came out of the house.

With the flick of his hand, Eris wrapped a chain of fire around the group and pulled them roughly to their knees. They groaned in pain as the flames burned their skin and clothes.

“Stay here,” Y/N whispered just before rushing past them to move into the house.

He wanted to ignore her demand and follow after her. But he stayed in place.

A few minutes later, Y/N came charging back out.

And within the same moment, she slid her sword across the neck of the nearest male. Then she slit the throat of the one next to him. And finally, she jabbed the sword into the gut of a third.

Eris saw that tears stained her cheeks.

“Are there any others?” She growled at the other male faes who still lived.

They looked at her with fear in their eyes, knowing there would be no saving themselves.

“N-No…that was all we f-f-found,” one of them managed to stutter.

Y/N looked over to Eris with utter heartbreak in her eyes. She didn’t need to tell Eris what she found in that house. He already knew.

Waiting for Y/N to step away and move to his side, Eris then snapped his fingers and fire lit beneath the males.

Their screams of agony filled the air.

Neither Y/N nor Eris looked away as the males slowly burned to their deaths.

It was only when the sounds had stopped that she turned away.

“We need blankets,” she told her mate softly. “Many of them are without clothes. And perhaps your male soldiers should…keep their distance.”

When Y/N had first arrived to the Night Court, Rhysand had sent Azriel and Cassian on a search for the rest of the humans that had been captured alongside Y/N.

None were ever found.

But today Y/N had discovered half of that same group – women and children. Aurelius had gifted the humans to his rebels, as if their were objects to play with.

One of his commanders seemed to already have read the situation, because he instantly handed Y/N a pile of blankets.

“Let me know if you need more,” the male said softly. “There is a group of female soldiers who volunteered to winnow them back to the Forest House to be tended to.”

Y/N nodded her thanks and took the piles of blankets, disappearing back into the house to try and coax the victims out of the hell they’d been imprisoned in for months and months.

Eris turned back to the commander. “Warn the staff at the house to prepare rooms and food for them. And alert the healers.”

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OK. So thinks got a wee bit dark LOLOLOLOL.

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makeyoumine69 · 11 months

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Congratulations to 1k!!! You deserve it and even more:D

Well,after i read your smut,where Reader was top,i thought almost all night like:

If Patrick Bateman was sub and Reader was..how i can tell it without shy...sexual sadist,dominant,charasmatic bitch,which will say all sorts of her dirty thoughts while they are fucking. Prefer fem,but only if you want tho. I just cant stop thinking about Pat has S/O,who can compete with him in dominance and horny as hell-

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"Yes! Ah...fuck y-yes!" your loud, shameless moan made Patrick's thick cock throb in your womb as you rode him hard, pressing him down with your succulent hips. "Mmhhm...your dick feels so good, SO FUCKING GOOD!"

"(Y/N), baby..." Bateman whimpered as he tried to grab your waist and take the lead, but you brushed his hands away. "I'm so c-close! Please..."

"Aww, that's so sweet of you to beg me," you cooed with him, pushing two digits into his heated mouth. "Open it!"

Patrick hesitated for a moment, but then submitted and began to suck on your graceful fingers.

"You should see yourself, Bateman," you glanced down at his flushed face, then raised your eyes to look around his fancy bedroom. "God...you were so pathetically needy that we didn't even make it to your bed," you slowed down the pace, rolling your hips against his solid ones and leaning on his perfect abs. "So I had to fuck you right on the floor!"

Patrick only moaned in response, especially when you added one more finger, shoving them deeper into his mouth, almost harshly.

"Mmm... I'm mm-gonna cum!" The way he was trying his best to pronounce something clearly made you laugh, and you couldn't help but rock back and forth on his dick — the friction was too intense, but you kept yourself in balance as you wanted him to cum first.

"Do you think you were a good boy enough to let you cum?" You asked him, pulling your fingers out of his mouth and wrapping your hand around his shaky throat.

"Mmmm...yes!"

"Are you sure?" You drew closer to his burning lips and stopped moving, causing a pitiful whimper to erupt from his massive chest.

"What do you w-want me to do?" His hot breath was almost scorching, but you stayed still, squeezing his cheeks and leaving a wet trail of small hickeys along his neck.

A devilish smile flashed across your face as you came up with the idea of what exactly you wanted him to do.

"Oh boy, since you're so obedient, I'll tell you what I want," you murmured, getting up only to change your position, so now you were facing his blushing cock and giving him an astonishing view of your dripping slit. "I want you to use your mouth properly," wiggling your ass slightly, you turned around to give him a cheesy smile. "You want that pussy, baby boy?"

"Yes," he didn't wait for your permission, and you gasped once you felt his puffy lips encircle your pulsating little bud. "Mmm, cum all over my face," Patrick was so fucking thirsty, lapping at your cunt like a hungry kitten. "I want to drink you dry so fucking bad...mhhm!"

Bateman couldn't hold back a low growl as you pressed your hips closer to his face, silencing him and forcing his beefy shaft to twitch in your hands as you pumped it vigorously before taking it inside. Skillfully, you sucked him off and rubbed his heavy sac. This little whiny bitch didn't last long, so you let him explode into your mouth, because you were in a good mood. Although Bateman was so fucking dazed from the huge orgasm, he didn't stop licking, sucking and devouring your luscious pussy, and soon you joined him in the ocean of ecstasy, pinning his head to the floor with all your might.

God, Patrick was such a perfect fucktoy, and maybe he was even more than that, but right now it didn't matter.

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onyourhyuck · 11 months

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Obvious. | L.DH

— Prologue: “Isn’t it obvious to you that I like you?”

— Summary: You and Haechan are friends from Kindergarten and he really likes to tease you.

— Genre: Childhood friends trope. Wholesome romance content. Donghyuck shows his love through teasing. Hard to get y/n trope.

— Notes: Part 2 anyone?

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“Yah Lee Haechan.”

You made your way over to the taller boy standing on the road about to cross over however you happen to be in the same area now since you’re alone, you didn’t quite feel like becoming a loner just yet. You call over the boy who wore a white simple shirt and had his pair of glasses on making him look outwardly smart and hugely attractive but it didn’t cross your mind until he spoke back raising his eyebrows around when he saw you.

He really wasn’t expecting to see you today.

Unlike any other encounter this one was no different from any other meeting you had with the boy all your life. A giggle leaves his lips and a decently long sharp smile appears on his pleasant face. “Heyyyy y/n…nnynynnnn.” He said causing your name to sound longer syllables with his tongue, you know he did this to purposely make you feel like the centre of attention. You hated his teasing the most. “What are you doing?” He would ask you.

You sigh out loud. “Say my name properly!” You terror back softly at least a singular name pronounced right would be so much better you’re praying for it unlike the boy who enjoys seeing a little torment on your face. “I’m here to ask what you are doing.” You say back.

And just like that Haechan got his sole enjoyment on purposely upsetting you by mispronouncing your name or even singing it to your ears to cause you to cringe so hard you could explode, Haechan smirks.

“Huh….? Why? Am I a servant…?” He said doting out bullet points at you. He never obeys to you, he never listens to what you tell him to do, you should know better all these years knowing he wouldn’t stop annoying you.

He smirks though feeling slightly nicer to you today, who knows why. “But fineeeee. I’m just standin’ here doin nothing really! What about you?”

You glare clearly not in the exact scenario you wish to be let’s be honest, it’s not like you had a choice but to come here, you wouldn’t want to be alone. Any company is good company, but you’re starting to think maybe you were better off being alone considering Haechan’s way with you right now. “I’m unfortunately here because of my friend left to go home so now I’m bored and stuck with you.”

Curse your friend for bailing out and leaving to go home early considering you were planning a day out however it leaves you being stranded and alone now with no one but your kindergarten follower from your childhood that you so solely blame yourself on getting involved with.

Seeing how bummed and disappointed you are with his company he couldn’t help but find enjoyment in this and therefore he carries on your business and life with a passionate high pitch teasing tone put on your face.

“Awhhhhhh… How dare they leave you here with me…They must not like you that much.” He would begin to say fake pouting to make you feel even more miserable about how you ended up stuck with a guy like him again. “Well …How long till they come back?”

You murmur. “Not sure but it’s okay.” You can deal with it it’s not going to be the end of the world forever with or without your friend. You sat down on the curb floor humming as he watches you keenly at the corner of his eyes, a trailing memory in your brain starts to relive in front of your eyes like a flashback. You smile now reimagining the memory. “Remember how we used to go to the park and play hide and seek all the time?”

It was a slow pacing walk down the memory lane as you brought back endless after images on his brain now that Haechan goes to remember instantly what you were speaking about.

“Hehe Yeah it was really fun.” He says with a smile. “Who says we can’t play it now?”

Your head twists around, was he suggesting what you were thinking or was it just you getting ahead of yourself? “Should we go to the park?” You grin as he nods at you. “Let’s go.” You reply back.

You were both in for the idea suddenly to go on a spontaneous trip down to a childhood engraved park that holds many memories to the both of you, who doesn’t like to reinvent themselves back to the past? Haechan and you were both as keen on the idea as the other was. It wasn’t just you as little more excited than the other. You were both equally in for the idea. Haechan says smiling walking crossing the road alongside you suddenly you see him running.

‘Why is he running?’ You said finding it awfully sudden.

“Let’s go then, I’m going to beat youu….” The boy ahead of you running with a head start smiles watching you linger behind and now you were pumping through competitiveness in the air surrounding you like a large bubble.

If there’s one thing you know about your relationship with Haechan is that you are both so competitive it could lead to deaths of people round you. It sounds like an exaggeration, maybe it is but it seems and feels like it could lead to callus damage.

You stare starting to run up after the boy in the white loose shirt and short sleeves and those black sweatpants casually hugging his legs so nicely. “No you won’t beat me!” You shout determined.

Haechan laughs. “I will I will!”

He was chasing after you when you manage to overtake him as he took a minute to see you fly past him with your speed but just as much he had a plan to defeat and overthrown you he was wasting for the moment you start to get tired and when you did you felt your speed simmering down like a boiling pan on the stove. Now you were overtaken by Haechan who runs past you with full speed, he was waiting for you to slow down that’s all.

“Hey!” You shout in disbelief running after him once more, so much for the effort you put in your first run to use all your power.

“C’monnnn… Can’t you run faster?” You hear him laugh. “I’m gonna win for sure.” He says full of confidence now and you were somehow doubting your winning position now.

“I won’t let you win!” You told him again catching up behind the boy finally but whenever you were closer to him he speeds up rushing away from your grasp. “You’re not gonna catch me!” He shouts.

He won’t let you, Haechan’s determined to see you lose and he loves winning more than anything. “FASTER Y/N OR IS THAT ALL YOUR SHORT LEGS CAN GO?” He would point at your indifference between his long legs and your shorter once running the speed you could go max to.

You want to tell him not everyone is blessed with long model legs and not everyone is ninety percent legs like he is but you hold your tongue and thoughts, you restrain yourself from thinking that.

‘Oh my god he’s so freaking fast what the heck?’

When looking behind the long length distance between you and him he slows down letting you catch up to him halfway as he was holding his gentle soft laugh at you, he finally escapes it out when you slowly pull over and pant holding your knees. God who knew running could take such a strain? And who knew Haechan was a literal track star in disguise? When he slows down to let you meet him at the halfway point you look up panting and he questions your expression that screams to him you are exhausted already.

“Are you tired already?…”

“No-no I’m not. Geez how did you get so fast.” You softly pant. “Oh look the park is right there though!” You say with a wide smile.

Ahead of your sight as your gazed following the familiar park from your memories looked the same still to this day. It has a blue slide, red swings and a jungle climbing set for children that would climb for days and hours simply to find competition.

Haechan chuckles. “Hehe…you’re already puffed out.” You ignore his words but you were honestly puffed out to the point you feel like you ran a marathon.

“We’re here now you’re going down. Just you wait…” He says warning you.

However you start running first ahead taking the first lead to him leaving Haechan to be left behind you as you’re running towards the blue slide to touch it to claim that you won first by being there. “WELL IM NOT LETTING YOU WIN THIS SO.” you exclaim but Haechan exclaims even louder to match your tone of competitiveness.

“OH YEAH! TRY AND CATCH UP THEN.” He runs after you. He won’t go easy on you, he never will be going easy on you because he knows how much of a sore loser you can be.

You laugh a little finding this sort of entertaining to see him behind you struggling now. “Come on then slow poke!”

He runs faster catching through. “HEY. I’m not a slow poke!” He hurls. “Don’t you dare call me one!”

“Slow-poke-slow-poke…. Hhehe” you made your way into the park watching the slide with determination behind your widen eyes so hard focusing on touching it midway with your hand nearly on it.

“I’m not a slow poke! So rude.”

Haechan sighs, running into the park after you. The nickname you given him was proven to be irritating but then again you’re teasing him and usually it’s his job to be teasing you!

“Stoop! Just you wait…”

But even if you were there first Haechan was racing through the course catching up to you at immense speed and you turn around expecting him to be far away but no he was right behind you almost.

You exclaim. “AH HOW ARE YOU SO FAST?”

He smirks right at you finding your reaction to be gravely amusing to the core it’s exactly what he needs to see from you that and your defeated expression saying how wrong you are for even challenging him at this.

It’s like you should know better of all people you know him the longest but you’re still talking your shit like you’re better, he thinks you must enjoy losing at this point so much.

“What’s the matter? You tired…?” He said smirking ear to ear devilishly striking you from behind. “Why don’t you give up? You know imma beat you anyway at this.”

“I’ll never let you do that, you know this.” You stubbornly jog away to the slide when he was blocking your entrance trying to tackle you away from touching the blue slide that’s going to settle your victory. “I will touch that slide and prove I am the winner to you!”

“You sure? I think you need to slow down before you get hurt if I’m being honest.” Haechan’s lips tut at you finding your really big need to defeat to be adorable at trying but he was convinced it was pointless to hopelessly dream because he will end up crushing that same dream.

He laughs. “But fine. I’ll catch up to you anyways.” No matter he didn’t complain seeing you head straight ahead thinking you will secure your win now you’re panting at this point heavily as your hands reach for it.

But the minute your hands were meant to be on that slide touching it to bring you victorious the boy flung you on the side pushing you out the way like you’re a piece of feather compare to him and he touches the slide with a winning smirk knowing he won and you have lost now thanks to not being quicker than him. You heard him celebrate aloud.

“Haha! I touched it first Y/n.” He slants crossing the arms proudly and seeing you standing there with your eyes widen and a very angry expression.

And you know what that means when you’re angry you go and throw a large tantrum he knows and remembers it all so well. “Hey! Lee Donghyuck you’re a cheater!” You fell on the ground as your legs feel like complete jelly. You put all that hard working effort and you’re pouting in disbelief at the boy. He pulled out a dirty trick to win because he knew he doesn’t stand a chance with your stubbornness now.

With your shock face Donghyuck laughs, heck you even pulled out his full name card he couldn’t believe it you must be very angry, no, bewildered and even enraged by his dirty actions right now.

“I knew you’d react like that.” He laughs once more. “You’re too easy… anyway, I win!”

You focus your eyes into a tight glare at the boy standing back up dusting yourself from the ground as your legs regain their strength once again.

“You’re a jerk you know that? Ugh. Remind me to never race you again.” You state throughly your teeth chattering together because you really wanna bite that smirk off his face, he was finding this not only a successful but also your failure and despair was the result he enjoys the most.

“What…? What’s wrong? Don’t be such a bad sport. I won fair and square!” He laughs defending his honour now. “I’m not a jerk, I just like winning.” You hear him say again.

‘A jerk who likes winning. Same thing.’ You thought.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You turn around going to the swings and take a seat on them for a while. “Ugh whatever— you cheated still. It doesn’t change the fact you cheated to win.”

“How is that cheating?” He enquires playfully following you with his eyes where you go and sat on the swing with your hateful gaze that is touring him apart. Sometimes he loves the way you look at him like he was nothing but the least person in the world you’d rather spend your time with. He knows you can’t stay away from him though.

He asks you crossing his arms across the chest. “The rules are that anyone could do anything to beat the other. That’s what makes the game FUN.”

You bluntly reply rolling your eyes. “Says who?”

The boy quickly laughs retorting as if it wasn’t obvious who it was. “Me. I’m the one who won. Deal with it.” He really thinks you should suck it up already. “I always win at this game. You better not think of challenging me again.”

“God I hate when you have the last word.” You complain under your breath, you wrap your palms on the side of the chains attacking the swing to the pilar and you start to swing.

He smirks watching you. “You’re giving up?” He then laughs and then follows you to the other swing next to yours that you’re on using. “It’s okay. You’re such a sore loser, but you’re cute so I forgive you.”

You swing gently finally catching on one word. “Hm? You think I’m cute?”

Now you’re both swinging on your representatives swings next to one another in synch motion, both very calm and gentle pushes on the swing enough to lift your head slowly off the ground and back down to touch the ground.

“Yeah. You have a problem with that?” He would voice with his lovely melodic tone. The cherishing eyes observing you when you’re not looking the same way take photographic memory of you. “Maybe I’m cute too? What do you think?” Haechan suddenly would ask for your input.

You couldn’t help but wonder why he was asking you so suddenly what you think of him, but you try to think hard about it. What do you think of him anyways?

“You’re…nevermind.” You look away smiling. “I won’t tell you what I think.”

The boy was far too curious to know what’s going inside that head of yours so he keeps digging in wanting to find out what you’re not telling him enough to hide it.

“Why are you so flustered?… is there something you want to say?” He smiles. “Go on. be honest. I won’t bite…”

You were quick to reject and he saw your eyes waver in multiple lines. “No it’s embarrassing I rather not.” Instead he hears you gently laugh right after. “I’m not flustered… you couldn’t make me flustered even if you were the last man on earth.”

You say it with your chest knowing you couldn’t possible be flustered by your childhood kindergarten friend there wasn’t a single moment where your heart was beating around him and if it was the case you don’t know what you’d be able to do. You don’t like him like that, you’re sure of it. It’s Lee Haechan you’re speaking with so there’s no reason for you to be flustered or even shy at any point in this conversation.

The eyebrows on the boy’s face raise up finding it extremely hard to believe at the same time he was wondering why you’re so against it. “Oh really…? So you mean I’m not handsome enough to make you flustered?” He chuckles, he doesn’t know if you’re speaking truth or speaking lies.

“Yeah you couldn’t make my heart race no matter what.”

He chuckles once more. “Oh yeah? Want me to prove you wrong?” Suddenly you saw your swing stop and Haechan leans in, and kisses your cheek shortly. “Did I make your heart race now?”

You were to your core left flanking on your hope wondering what had just happened but the minute you replay his lips on your skin making contact, your cheek still remembers his heart shape lips on them.

You blink over to him growing red on face. “W-What was that for Haechan…?”

‘Goddamit I’m fumbling my words.’

“That’s my way of making everyone flustered. It always works.” He says laughing at your expression that could melt even the coldest person on this earth, your reactions were his favourite thing to witness in the world.

He asks again. “Now… did I make your heart race?”

“No you didn’t.” You firmly affirm but it’s more like you were lying to yourself in a way you couldn’t very much believe what was happening.

You look away trying to calm your super fast heart right now and you were literally lying through your teeth, he knew, you were like a transparent see through sugar paper.

Your voice comes out rather disappointing. “You kiss other girl’s too? You must be a player Hyuck.”

Of course he was popular with women its the freaking Lee Haechan. You feel stupid knowing your heart was very much effected by this whole scene you weren’t enjoying it. Maybe you were but you’re in strong denial about it.

“I kiss every girl I want.” Haechan replies to you but begins to chuckle softly. “But you’re special… I wanna kiss you the most.”

He starts leaning in once more leaving you frozen on the swing staying still as his lips touch yours kissing you again. But this time it’s not on the cheek.

“Was that enough to make your heart flutter, baby?”

You had so many questions you wanted to have answers for ‘what do you mean in special—‘ but you couldn’t help but lose all your train of thoughts when the kiss reconnects on your lips now. Your first ever kiss was with him and you couldn’t believe your eyes how soft his mouth feels and how good it actually felt to be kissed like you’re loved and cherished. You almost forgot it was him kissing you because it had so much love in that kiss he gave.

Haechan pulls away leaving barely much space between your lips but enough to take a good look at your face that he finds himself staring at like you’re a piece of portrait hung up in an art museum gallery. You were brought back into the reality.

“Hey… look this isn’t funny if this is a joke…” you bring your fingers up touching your lips he has kissed. “Hyuck why’d you kiss me— that… was my first kiss.”

He interrogates you softly wanting the answer he’s been looking for all along. “Did it make your heart race?” Haechan starts to softly chuckle then smiles again. “It was your first? Well… then I did you a favour.”

“Ugh I’m not going to answer you…” You mutter shyly. “I feel very warm…”

Haechan found you rambling under your mouth to be adorable and very much endearing because he could hear you very well crystal clear actually.

He chuckles. “Are you blushing? Wonder why.” He smiles then lays his hand on yours. “You are so cute when you blush my dear Y/n.”

“Don’t call me cute— I can’t believe you kissed me.” Your face puffs out especially your cheeks huffing out in the same motion.

You then later trail carefully whispering to yourself finding yourself ranting about it. “It made my heart race a little.” You mutter quietly hoping he doesn’t hear you.

He smirks watching you speak to yourself as he was nearing you again. “What’d ya say? Your heart rate picked up a bit?” He knew exactly how to push your buttons and get anything out of you as if you were wrapped round his finger. “Well I did a good job then.” Haechan proudly interjects.

Chuckling once more at you his hand slips up by your waist pulling you now closer to his swing where he sat and you follow along the silhouette casting around your surroundings.

He keeps his arms on your waist close by. “Say… If I were to kiss you again… Would it make you as flushed as now?”

Your body was second guessing you leaning closer looking down where the sudden arms from the boy moving on your waist down below. “I- I don’t know, you’re confusing me here.” The sudden change of their shifting positions and Haechan acting much more relaxed but cling to your body confuses you deeply leaving a stranded feeling in your chest. Your eyes couldn’t leave his lips either staring them down.

Haechan loves the little details your eyes do flickering between the way his hands were on your waist silhouette ghosting over there and the way they switch to look at his lips.

‘You’re so obvious.’ Haechan said to himself letting his thoughts run deep.

“So… You want me to kiss you again?” He smiles, and leans in again, waiting for your answer.

“Maybe…I do…” Your voice comes out as soft as a windy breeze in middle of July leaving him guessing your next exhale.

He smiles loving the answer it’s exactly what he wants to hear from you, what he needed to hear from you. The fully consent to do that. Haechan smiles. Then, he kisses you again on the lips but longer this time and gently bites on your bottom lip.

Even thought this was as bare and raw experience from you you’re here following your instincts what feels right to do in the right moment sharing with the boy you kiss him back this time and exhale a very gentle soft noise by the bite lip he’s done to your soft lips that feel true sky clouds, closing your eyes.

He pulls away just enough from the kiss, locking his eyes onto yours. He smiles softly whispering against your mouth. “Wow…”

Staring at you with now what seems like a soft gaze you’ve never seen him do before. It was like he was another person you’ve not known at all your life. “You’re really good for someone who just had their first kiss…”

A chuckle couldn’t be helped, the boy had to slip one out finding this a pleasant surprise.

You did what felt right by following your heart. Somehow your body knew what to do when kissing the boy back. You murmur a soft ‘Shut up’ feeling a blush growing between your ears and cheeks. “You seem way more experienced… with the kissing.”

Haechan smiles. “Heh you think so? I did it with enough girls to be an expert at it.”

“Hmph… I’m sure you had plenty of girls lining up for you per usual.” Soft eye roll as you cross your arms together around the chest.

“Hehe do you wanna line up too?” He dotes out pointing at you with playfully seeking eyes that’s chasing you round the meadows in imagination. He was laughing within the moment but then he gets serious for a moment. “— But the only one I want to kiss all day is None other than you Y/n.” He smiles at you, then kisses you on the lips again slowly. He holds your waist, as he gently pulls you closer.

‘My poor heart can’t talk anymore of your kisses, Hyuck, I’m afraid…’ you thought.

“Nope I won’t line up for you.” You stage firmly but then suddenly stop. “Why do you want to kiss me?” You seemingly turn around looking at him kissing you and pulling your body even closer than it was before.

Haechan couldn’t help but think it’s the time you start getting the point across of his feelings for you. He wouldn’t be here kissing you for no reason, he isn’t here speaking to you for no reason putting time and effort with you.

He threads like a sewing machine across your skin. “I like you Y/n.”

“Isn’t it obvious to you that I like you?” He smiles.

He looks at you as he spoke for a moment firmly, then he kisses you on the lips. This time much more passionately. Leaving you to get lost into the kiss that was much more different sounding to your ears and lips that’s attaching to his own.

You should be over the butterflies. Your heart shouldn’t be beating this much for someone you knew all your life changing their emotions suddenly by the change of timing course because of his confession touching your feelings. You get lost in the sharing passion kiss between your faces moving in synch like you were one.

You never expected to have fallen so much, for someone you knew all your life.

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imthetunnelunderoceanblvd · 1 year

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innocence loss

【Quaritch/Reader】

warnings: mini bad plot, breeding kink, physical abuse, choking, oral sex, unprotected sex, slut shaming, rape/non-con., sub!reader, dom!quaritch, vaginal sex, virgin reader, clit fucking?, smut, degration, begging, crying. that’s all i guess.

reminder: don’t like don’t read.

in which: quaritch wants to rob your innocence

a/n: first time posting smut lol.

i do not own any of the pictures i used in this fic, i found them on pinterest. they belong to whoever made/posted them

walking through the forest was an injured quaritch, his face was bloody, he had cuts all over his body, his ikran was tired of flying for days, quaritch had no idea that there was a pair of yellow eyes staring at him until he heard a yell and an exruciating pain on the back of his neck and his vision turned black.

“oh! you’re awake, you’ve been sleeping for days,” he heard a soft voice next to him, he turned his head and saw you, your adorable doe eyes looking down at him, he took in your soft face features, memorizing them, burying them deep deep down in his memories. “who are you,” he said but it came out as a growl “i’m y/n, i actually hit you on the head with a rock i was going to take you to the clan so they can kill you but then i decided against it because you were injured,” you spoke fastly and he chuckled “what’s your name?” he closed his eyes and sighed and snorted “miles, miles quaritch.”

from that day on you started visiting him everyday, it took you a while to pronounce his name right, you grew a lovely friendship, which brings you to these events, you walking around the forest with quaritch.

“do you have any kids?” you asked him and looked at his side profile “yes. yes, i do, why?” he hummed and you shook your head “nothin’ just wondering, do you have a mate?” you narrowed your eyes at him which earned you a chuckle from him he shook his head “no,” he mumbled under his breath, and kept walking trying to ignore you.

you yet asked another question which, clearly, annoyed him “why are you asking so many questions?” he sighed and you hummed biting your lower lip “i don’t know? i mean you’re different, and i wanna know about you? i guess? i don’t know,” you said in all honesty “well, there’s nothin’ you gotta know ‘bout me, except that i’m an ol’ man,” you gasped “that’s insane, you don’t look old, anyways as i was saying.” you said and continued your conversation about how bad you’d love to find your mate on day, sick, twisted, and a dark idea washed over quaritch “what if we mate right here, right now,” he asked and you giggled thinking that he’s joking but your giggling quickly stopped when you saw that his face was turned in your direction.

“what?” you asked smiling “you’re very pretty you know,” he replied. you didn’t know what he meant by that. quaritch began to walk towards you. starting to sense something was wrong, you slowly backed away with each step he took. until your back was pressed against the tree.

with every second passing, quaritch found it harder and harder to hold back. everything about you was so innocent. he was burning with lust, and he wanted you to burn with him. his dick was rock hard, straining against his cammies, his body ready to take you right then and there.

“what are you doi-”

not wasting another second, quaritch shovined you against the tree. you tried to tell him to stop, but was your voice was quickly muffled by his lips latching into yours like a leech, he kissed you roughly, his hands touching every inch on your body, nose bumping into your cheek, his spit mixing with yours. your hands shot to his chest trying to push him off of you, but he was quick to grabbing both your wrists and pinning them above your head. you squirmed under him, and he smiled against your lips, his canines biting down on your lip. your face started turning pruple as your air ways were cut and you couldn’t breathe. the strong scent of sweat on him only made everything worse. after a few minutes of turture, he finally pulled his face away from yours, and you took this opportunity to gasp in air. before you could say anything, quaritch hushed you with his finger on your lip.

“hey, just breathe,” he cooed, his hand on your cheek rubbing softly, trying to calm you down and brushed a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear and smirked. “don’ worry, you’re in good hands, sweetheart. i’m gon’ make ya feel real nice and good, gonna take care of ya,”

you tried pushing him again, but ceased all actions when he shoved his knee between your legs. “stop it, please, don’t touch me! please stop!” you screamed. “no ones goin’ anywhere,” he had a stern look on his face. you gasped when he suddenly grabbed you by the arm and threw you onto the ground.

he quickly climbed on top of you, pinning you down. you continued to struggle, but all your no, please, and stops sounded more like a challenge to him than pleas. he ground into you and you felt something hard press against your crotch. he groaned, feeling the friction between his hard cock and the rough material of his cammies as he rubbed his erection against you. unable to bear the pain in his crotch anymore, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his cammies in a rush, not even bothering to take them off, pinned both your arms against the ground with a single hand, the other moving your loincloth to the side revealing your folds, the same hand moved over to your chest ripping your top off.

“no, please. please stop, i don’t wanna do this,” you sobbed, unknowing that your pathetic attempt to plead mercy only turned him on even more. he parted your lips using his index and ring fingers and pressed his middle to your opening, he hummed at the tightness, he was right. you were a virgin, just like he had thought. he pressed his bare cock against your pussy and it throbbed at your words, ready to change all that. he looked at you, with wide eyes, at the feeling of your wet cunt. tears ran down your face covering your cheeks making them wet while he rubbed himself up and down your folds, coating his cock in your juices.

“i don’t think your body wants me to stop, does it?” he hummed. You looked away in shame. he lowered his head until he was right next to your ear. his shaved sides tickling your cheeks, his piercing yellow eyes flashing with hunger. “look how fucking wet you are for me, and i’ve barely done anything.” he made a tsk sound. “looks like you’re nothin’ but a dirty slut, ain’t that right sweetheart?” he chuckled

“no,” you choked out. you couldn’t believe it. you were about to get raped right in your own home, the same ground you walked on when you were a child, by a man who’se life you saved.

he rubbed against your folds one more time, the tip of his dick hitting your clit, making you arch your back, before sliding the tip in your entrance. he grunted at the tightness of your cunt, yet your insides seemed to suck him in.

he agonizingly forced himself inside and groaned when he finally bottomed out, feeling how your velvety walls pulsed around his throbbing cock. you began to cry from how bad the stretching burned. despite your wetness, his length and girth made it painful, and on top of all that, he didn’t wait a second for you to adjust, immediately pounding into you.

“please, stop,” you whispered. but it had already been done. he had taken your virginity, robbed you of your innocence. no one would ever want you now, if they knew of all the dirty things quaritch had done to you.

he felt as if all the stamina he’d built all these years had been undone as soon as he felt how tight your cunt was.

“you feel that, princess?” he moaned into your ear pressing on the bulge in your stomach “do you feel how good i’m makin’ you feel? yeah that’s right. that cunt of yours belongs to me now. ain’t no na’vi gon’ make ya feel that way,” you continued to struggle, you kept pushing him in a deseprate attempt to get him off of you. “fuck! yeah do that again.. do just that,” he said as you accidentally tightened your walls around him he groaned again, and you felt his cock twitch. “i’m close, dolly. yeah, jus keep squeezin’ me. just like that. fuckkkk, yeah,” he groaned and your eyes widened when you realized what he said.

“no, please, please don’t do it inside, please no” you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. “i can’t, please, miles, i can’t get pregnant, please, don’t,” you whisper-begged.

“what if i want to impregnate you? huh? fill you up with my seed, the way your body would change because of me? be my kids mother?” he teasingly asked, smirking.

“no, please,” you begged. you looked at him with wide eyes, praying to eywa that he would have mercy. “please, please, please...”

he sighed, your begging started to annoy him. if he really wanted to finish inside of you, then he will, and you were going to take it, cause there’s nothing you could do about it. he suddenly pulled out of you with a wet pop. he got up and stood on the ground. “on your knees,” you obeyed like a good puppy, thanking eywa that he’d decided not to cum inside you. “open your mouth,” he ordered and you opened your mouth.

he shoved his entire length down your throat in a single thrust, making you gag and choke. he thrusted into your mouth a couple more times before he shoved his cock down one last time, groaning loudly. ropes of thick, hot cum shot down your throat, forcing you to gag “swallow. don’t waste a single fuckin’ drop,” he said as his dick stayed rock hard inside your mouth

you tried to be good and swallow, but it was too much. his cum tasted salty and disgustingly warm, and before you caught yourself, you spat out a mouthful. the substance dripped onto your tits and belly. you quickly covered your mouth, horrified. slowly, you turned to look up at him, but before your eyes could meet his you were being pulled closer to him until you were just inches from him.

“what did i just say? huh?” he barked in your face. “can’t even follow simple instructions. such a disgusting stupid slut.”

“i’m sorry - i - i didn’t mean to. i swear,” you whimpered. he pushed you back onto the ground and you landed on your back with a thud, the rough ground underneath you hurting your sensetive queue

“in that case,” he said stroking his dick “if you have trouble keeping my cum down in your throat,” he looked at you “i’ll just fuck it into your pussy,” he smiled a very sick smile

“no please don-”

before you could finish, he forced himself inside you again. you screamed, your cunt now extremely sensitive, not fully recovered from last time.

your eyes widened as his hands gripped your neck, his hand went down to your belly scooping the sticky liquid with his fingers “open your mouth,” he said and you, once again, obeyed, he shoved his fingers inside your mouth and hummed as your tongue licked up the substance.

his hand snaked between your legs and began toying with your clit, you gasped as he rolled the bundle of nevres between his fingers, pinching it, and rubbing tight circles with his thum on it. no one had ever touched you like this. mot even yourself. when he noticed the way your body reacted, he accelerated his motions, pounding his cock into you harder and faster, the tip of his dick kissing at your cervix making your back arch. you desperately tried to hold back all the noises, but still he forced a moan out of you. his chest swelled with pride. it really stroked his ego to know that even an alien - a pretty one - he forced to have sex with him couldn’t help but be pleasured by him. although by this point, could you even deny that some deep, twisted part of you liked this? liked being pinned down, forced to take him as he did whatever he wanted to you, as he treated you like a toy? you were desperatley waiting for him to touch you everywhere.

you moaned again when his tip hit that oh so sweet spot inside you, a pained whimper followed after as he kept abusing that spot.

“look at you, moaning like a slut all for me, hard to believe that just moments ago you were beggin’ me to leave you, alone,” he tsked. you let out a half moan, half sob. the palm of his hand landed directly on your face “quiet, slut.” he hissed. you shook your head, crying silently. “how would your future mate react if he knew what you were doing right now? his lovely, well bhaved mate moaning like a slut all because of a sky demon?”

he repositioned himself, now thrusting at a different angle, rapidly hitting that spot inside you that made you feel something you’ve never felt before. he enjoyed watching your face twist in confusion and pleasure “what if your parents heard you and came all the way here? huh? theyre gonna find their sweet, innocent little girl all spread eagle on the ground, taking my cock like a good little whore,” you sobbed in fear of that scenario. he nibbled at your ear, making you squeal. he slapped you again. “shut the fuck up, slut.”

his eyes landed on your tits and he let out a loud groan at the sight of your boobs bouncing slightly with every thrust he made. He grabbed at them, kneading them roughly in his large hands. you clenched around him even tighter in discomfort, but that only made it more pleasurable for him. he reached down again, rubbing at your clit and increased his pace. you gritted your teeth, trying to hold back this strange, unfamiliar feeling, but he stubbornly kept going. you climaxed with a loud moan, your entire body shaking as surges of pleasure and guilt rocked through you. quaritch’s face came closer to your boobs, he sucked hard on your nipple while pinching your other nipple, you slapped your hands against your mouth muffling your cries. you suddenly tightened your walls around him, legs wrapped around his torso as his pelvis slapped over your very oversensitive clit with every thrust.

he groaned “fuck yeah, keep squeezing me like that and you’re goin’ to make me cum. i’ll shoot it nice and deep inside you, and you’re going to take it all this time, right doll?”

you nodded, not even fully listening to what you just agreed to. you didn’t even care anymore, too with the pleasure that coated your brain, even if you told him not to, he’d just do it. thrusting as deep as he possibly could, he stilled, his eyes shut and mouth wide open as he threw his head back and released “fuck,” he groaned, his breath hitching, you could literally feel his cock pump load after load of hot cum, right against your cervix, he threw his head back as he sank in the euphoric ocean his climax provided.

part of you didn’t want to believe that someone like quaritch would do something so violating. but part of you was also happy, you’ve always dremt about having kids of your own. you closed your eyes as you felt his hand reach for your queue, conecting your queue with him. the very thrill of cumming inside you was enough to prolong his orgasm, his cock throbbing and releasing again and again.

it felt so satisfying to ruin you, to force you to orgasm for the first time. it was a horrible, guilty memory that would forever haunt you, reminding you of who was really your first whenever you had any intimate moment with someone you truly loved.

when he was finally done, he pulled halfway out, and you felt his cum began to leak down your ass. but he was quick to push it all back in, thrusting hard a couple more times, as if to fuck his seed as deep into you as possible. when he was satisfied, he tucked himself back into his pants, and walked away from you, leaving you laying lifeless on the ground as you’re drained of your pure soul.

you were being consumed alive, the scene keeps replaying in your mind, his odor ligering all over your body.

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oneshotnewbie · 8 months

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Emily Prentiss - The littlest hero

Part II

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topics of abuse, trauma, child neglecting, punishments and the plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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Exhausted, Emily headed towards the kitchen. The day started early for her, it was going to be a long day at work and she just wanted to spend the day at home. Happy to have a refreshing hot cup of coffee, he walked past a room and heard a quiet murmur through the door.

She carefully went to the door, placed her ear against the ajar door and listened. That was not really the special agent's style, but she had been through it many times over the last few years. She could hear you from inside, but you did not speak clear sentences, just fragments and could clearly hear the word "dad" pronounced several times. Then she realized that you had to experience another difficult dream.

She poked her head through the crack as she heard you getting more nervous and louder. Nightmares like that were no joke and when you suddenly started calling for her name in your sleep, she had to come to you. Your cries became more and more irritated and desperate. By now tears were streaming down your face too and it was hard for her to imagine the hell you had to go through in your past.

You tossed and turned restlessly in your bed, sweat glistening thickly on your forehead. With quick steps, Emily bridged the last few meters between her and you. She gently shook your shoulders, "Y/n, sweetie. Wake up!" you jumped up, breathing shallowly and quickly, trying to find your bearings in the darkened room you were laying in. "You are safe, I am here."

A hand placed itself on your chest, feeling your heartbeat drilling into it. You nodded, your gaze wandering around the room disoriented before your sight stopped at Emily´s face reliefed. "Your father can not hurt you anymore. It is all good," the black-haired woman sat on the edge of the bed, her hand still firmly on your chest. "That was just a nightmare."

Exhausted and looking for support, you let yourself sink into her protective embrace and were glad that she was with you now. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, brushing through your silky hair. You silently raised your shoulders and let them fall again. "No, I do not know."

You looked over at the window. The first rays of sunlight penetrated through the shutters into your pink room and you realized she must have just gotten up from her own sleep- her hair messy while her tired features were soft and relaxed. The sight alone made the storm inside you slowly subside.

You were safe. You had always been safe since you came into the care of the black-haired woman. It was just a dream of your past that you did not seem to push aside as quickly as you wanted. " That is okay, you do not have to talk about it," she spoke softly and began to move into the tiny space under your duvet, but rested her head on her hand and looked at the little penguins skiing on your pajamas. You nodded and pushed yourself into the far corner of your princess bed to make more room for her.

Emily knew nightmares, there was hardly a night where you did not get any and slept peacefully, but you both worked on it with a psychologist. The dreams were actually always just about your father or the white wardrobe. Depending on what your subconscious was processing, it tormented you even in your own childhood dreams.

And today was an especially hard night. Your father's funeral was yesterday and you could hardly stand the thought of saying goodbye to your father. In your eyes, he deserved to finally die. You had discussed it openly with your adoptive mother and she had decided with you that you had no obligation to be seen at his funeral. It would probably cause you more pain and reopen old wounds than it would provide you with any kind of release.

You wanted nothing more to do with your father and your past. You finally wanted to live and arrive, in the here and now, without being constantly chased by the ghosts of the past. You needed time to process all of this and come to terms with it. It would take time, after all it was a long-term trauma, but your new life together with Emily taught you courage.

After a few minutes of silence, in which you enjoyed her closeness and your heart calmed down, you spoke up again. "Can you maybe sleep with me today?" You asked sheepishly and smiled, watching as Emily began to grin mischievously.

She graced your stomach with one finger, before dropping down and starting to tickle you like crazy. Your laughter lit up the entire apartment in a cheerful and happy atmosphere as you loudly tried to get out of her grasp. The nightmare disappearing from your memory.

"There is no more sleeping here, princess. It is time for school, math is calling."

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little-lily-w · 1 year

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Surgery part 3

<<Part 2 here You asked for Part 4>>

A/N: I’m screaming into the void

Your eyelids twitched. All of a sudden the darkness of the night was replaced by something bright, a white fluorescent light that had no mercy and finally conquered your awakening. You blinked fast, there was a horrible burning on the side of your waist. Your pupils searching around the room. Had you had an accident? Were you in a hospital bed? Well, actually, you were. But not in the one where you were supposed to find rest and health, more so of a stretcher for an unfortunate lab test subject. And there, looking down at you, the face of Chishiya.

You tried to scream as much as you tried to have your pitiful flight response altogether but none of that happened because your limbs were incapable of moving by themselves and Chishiya’s hand moved smoothly but effectively over your mouth. He let you squirm and growl against his palm, knowing that even if he was barely making pressure against your lips, your fast breathing was going to start suffocating you when trying to inhale so much air through your nose. By the minute, he was already seeing tears forming in the corner of your eyes, rolling down to his slender fingers and then your questioning scared gaze.

That was when he could finally start talking and you could finally listen.

“I don’t suggest you struggle”, he told you with that low tired air in his voice, wondering why he always had to explain the most obvious facts. “Your arms and legs are cuffed to the stretcher. You can thank the game masters for that, they got really inspired about this”, feeling your lips quivering underneath his palm, he released more of the pressure, not enough to let you talk but enough for his thumb to move as a subtle caress wiping the tears from your cheek, mostly because he didn’t like the wet feeling on his own fingers. “It’s better this way. You need to stay still for this”, he scanned your body for a brief second, checking how well the restrains responded when your muscles pulled as he spoke. He clearly wasn’t risking another chase. The charm of the first one was over, now it’d be a repetitive boring task. “I know you want to speak but I have to take the knife out of my pocket and you’re going to have a panic response. After you let it out, I’ll allow you to talk”, he explained as a matter of fact and pulled the steel weapon out.

As he predicted, you started struggling again, rubbing your wrists and ankles against the leather cuffs to the point where they began to burn more than the bruise from the taser gun did. Chishiya disregarded you and used the time to examine the knife against the shiny light. Quite similar to a scalpel but with enough imagination, it could also serve for self defense. Yeah, he was certainly keeping it.

Once the cat noticed that the little mouse began to do those hyperventilating noises and that the muscles of your body contracted hard in a freezing motion instead of pulling and twisting against the restrains, he moved his face close to yours, leaning down so much so that his hand was the only barrier between you and him.

“It’s okay”, he said in a way that for a moment sounded as an attempt of gaslighting. “I know. Yeah, I know you don’t want this. No, you don’t have to tell me so. What?” he said and eventually removed his hand.

“Chishiya, please”, you hurried to let out as soon as he granted you the opportunity. “Chishiya, don’t do this. I’m begging you, we’ll find another way, Chish…”

But the hand came back to your mouth, shutting you off. Then the countdown announcing that an hour and a half had passed by.

“It’s clear you didn’t have anything else to say”, he said, clearly talking down to you and almost chuckling. You growled with anger and fear but he stopped your animal instinct pretty quickly. “Enlighten me. You came to me asking, better say begging to take you here. Now that I complied and we are here, you want me dead? I’m sure you considered this possibility”. The way he pronounced those questions managed to touch a key inside you that made you feel ashamed but also, to your disbelief, rather guilty. You were wasting his time? And now risking his life? Wait a second, weren’t you the victim here? What should you think?

Chishiya moved his hand off again. With half closed intrigued eyes, this time he seemed to be genuinely more interested in an answer than on the game itself.

“I’m sorry”, you tried out, swallowing as many sobs as you could. “No, I don’t want you dead. It’s just… this could kill me instead”.

“But you trusted me enough to take you here”, he still let your mouth free. “Why not trust me now too? Especially when they clearly designed this for us”.

You furrowed your brows. “W-what? You are a doctor?”

Chishiya’s subtle smirk lightened his face but he didn’t offer the soothing answer you expected. “They never said the cuts had to be of a certain depth. I’m confident you’ll be somehow alright”.

What? What did that mean? He was ready to cut you, there was no denial, no escape.

“I’ll start with the least dangerous parts, which means your thighs go first”, the hand that was impeding you to speak before now travelled down to the upper part of your knee, gently laying on the area but the mere touch and the difference of body temperature sent goosebumps along your spine. “This…”, he sighed, his face serious as he talked to you. “This won’t be possible with the shorts on. You’ll need to remove them”.

And his gaze was a pure dare. Silent and sweet like a respectful gesture but also a dangerous threat. The motherfucker was giving you a game inside a game. And if he was going to free one of your hands for the task, you better quite play along.

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growingexjocks · 11 months

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Life in the Fastfood Lane - Charlie Gillespie: Ch 2

- Ch 1, Ch 2

As the story continues, Charlie's weight gain becomes more pronounced. He has gained a significant amount of weight, both fat and muscle, and his appearance has changed dramatically. Others on set begin to take notice, including his close castmate Owen...

Charlie's body continued to change, growing bulkier as he tried to build muscle in addition to the extra fat he was carrying. He found himself in a constant battle between his desires and the expectations of his acting career. His physique continued to evolve, with a combination of muscle and fat that made for an imposing and unique appearance.

His once-flat stomach now sported a prominent, jiggly belly, while his muscular arms and pecs had grown even more massive due to his new workout routine. Charlie had gained a significant amount of weight, and his once chiseled abs had been replaced by a rounder belly.

As he took off his shirt during a scene on set, his belly jiggled, catching everyone's attention, including his castmate Owen. It was a dramatic difference from when they originally had practiced the scene during the pilot a month ago.

Charlie's appearance overall had evolved dramatically. His once rock-hard abs faded, replaced by a round, jiggly belly. The ex-jock had transformed into a handsome, fuller version of himself, and both he and Owen found the change to be incredibly appealing.

Owen approached Charlie, curiosity and amusement dancing in his eyes. "What happened to you, man?" he asked, not unkindly.

Charlie laughed and replied, "I discovered In-N-Out, and it's been a game-changer."

Owen, feeling adventurous and attracted to Charlie's new look, suggests they have some fun with it. Owen couldn't help but flirt a little, "Well, I think this new look suits you."

Intrigued, Charlie asked if Owen would like to help him with his new "project." Owen agreed, and they made plans to meet at Charlie's trailer after the scene wrapped up.

When Owen arrives, he finds Charlie indulging in a box of a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts, chocolate smeared all over his face. Owen can't help but feel turned on at the sight of Charlie eating so enthusiastically, his face flushed with excitement. Charlie notices Owen's reaction and playfully offers him a donut, teasing him that if Owen won't feed him, he'll just have to do it himself.

Owen spots Charlie's workout bag and asks him what's inside, considering he doesn't seem to work out as much anymore. Charlie, pretending to be insulted, lifts his tank top to reveal his round belly and asks if Owen thinks he doesn't work out or have abs anymore. Charlie then jiggles his belly, revealing the truth about his current physical state.

Feigning offense, Charlie lifted his tank top, revealing his round belly. "What do you mean? Don't you think I still work out? Can't you see my abs?" he joked, jiggling his belly for emphasis.

Owen smirks and retrieves a pair of gym shorts and a tank top from Charlie's workout bag. These clothes would have fit Charlie 30 pounds ago, but now they are much too small. The clothing was clearly too small for Charlie now, but he held them up anyway, playfully daring him to try them on. He then took out a jar of weight gain powder and asked, "What's this for? Gaining muscle or fat?"

Charlie grinned, a twinkle in his eye, and replied flirtatiously, "Both."

Feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity, Owen challenges Charlie to try on his old workout clothes. Charlie obliges, squeezing himself into the skin-tight shorts and struggling to pull the tank top over his now-massive frame. When he emerges from the bathroom, his fat, muscular ass is accentuated by the tight shorts, and his tank top rides up his belly, unable to contain his newfound girth.

His muscular arms bulge out from the sides of the tank top, and his pecs jut out above his round belly. Charlie looks absolutely enormous in the overly tight clothes, and Owen can barely contain himself. He feels an intense desire to touch Charlie, to feel the contrast between his soft rolls, overgrown muscles, and ample ass.

Charlie grabbed Owen's hand and asked him to massage and rub his softening belly. Owen, always up for an adventure, agreed to help Charlie indulge in his desires.

Owen prepared a weight gain shake using the powder and two tubs of ice cream. The concoction was thick and rich, perfect for Charlie's quest to add more weight to his already changed body. Owen found a beer funnel and began pouring the shake into Charlie's eager mouth. They both felt a sense of excitement and anticipation as Charlie guzzled down the shake.

As Charlie consumed the shake, his belly grew more bloated, straining against the waistband of his too-tight shorts. Owen, intrigued by the contrast between Charlie's belly and his own toned abs, removed his shirt to compare their physiques. The sight of Owen's muscular body next to Charlie's softer, rounder figure heightened the intensity of the moment.

Unable to resist the attraction between them, Charlie and Owen shared a passionate kiss, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Owen found himself drawn to Charlie's belly, gently caressing and admiring the soft roundness he had helped create.

A month later, Owen and Charlie could be seen at the beach making their debut as a couple, as well as Charlie's debut showing off his new beach bod. Headlines were sure to make a fuss over the heart throb's sudden and rapid weight gain.

Life in the Fastfood Lane - Ch 1, Ch 2