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gay-dorito-dust · 11 months

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Would you be willing to write a Miguel x Spider!Reader oneshot where they’re arguing over something the reader did on a mission. And in the heat of an argument, Miguel yells “Because I love you!” at the perfectly wrong time, revealing why he cares about the reader’s safety.

‘What the hell was that back there. You could’ve jeopardised the whole mission with that reckless stunt you pulled back there!’ Miguel barked, ripping off mask the first moment moment he could; Hellfire were setting ablaze to his beautiful scarlet eyes that were zeroed in on you as the anger, the frustration upon his face became prominent the more he closed the distance between you.

‘When will you let this go, Miguel. When we became Spider-Man we knew the risks that we were running with-‘ ‘so you thought it’d be better to take a running head start by taking the leap and then diving headfirst into them?!’ Miguel cuts you off and with an indignant huff he adds, ‘you don’t get extra points for being reckless, this isn’t some little game that you can just come back to when you feel like it. No, what we do is a full time commitment with no room for last minute deviations just because you were feeling more heroic.’

You grit your teeth. You respected Miguel, you truly did and at one point in time you wanted to do right by his little rule book of how to be a great hero. However you soon learned that it’s better to play by your own rules rather then it was to play by those made by others and slowly but surly found a method that worked for you. For no two methods were the same when it came to protecting and saving people but if they both end in the same conclusion, then no one should be able to raise an issue with it. At the end of the day you and Miguel saved people from a much bigger problem if left unchecked; so why was it that all of a sudden he had an issue with your methods?

It never upset him this much before, so why now. Did he think you as incapable? As unreliable? As untrustworthy to fully let you handle a situation on your own? Whatever it was it only proved in pissing you off despite your semi-injured state; you didn’t care that you’ve gotten hurt, you’ve gotten hurt plenty of times before and he never once batted an eye or exemplified his emotions as he did as of right now. You could barely get a read on the guy as he stood mere feet away, chest heaving even though he wasn’t out of breath, eyes wide and his hair slightly disheveled from the way he had torn off his mask earlier.

And yet you couldn’t help but find him beautiful in his anger, for it was like witnessing the makings of a Greek tragedy; beautifully written, yet so heartbreakingly tragic.

‘Why does it matter?’ You spat, getting up, despite your injured leg’s desire to buckle beneath the weight of not only you but the situation at hand. You saw the briefest movements of Miguel’s arms almost stretch out to instinctively catch you but stopping midway through the motion before going slack at his sides once more; as though remembering why he was mad at you in the first place. ‘It never mattered before, so why does it matter now? You don’t hound the others for doing it so why is it me that’s getting shit on for doing the same when I ain’t the first to do so!’

‘Because I love you!’ Miguel exclaimed.

The silence afterwards was almost deafening. Miguel’s outburst quieted you quickly as a thousand and one thoughts raced in your head; how long? why now? Was this merely a ruse to silence you so he could badger on at you for your supposed mistake? You didn’t know what to make of anything anymore now that he said that. You didn’t want to believe it for starters on the basis that not once had he ever shown interest in you, if anything he made it apparent to push you away or avoid you entirely from any and all interaction, and even when he did it was comprised of short responses that left the attempts at conversation to die as an overwhelming awkwardness forced you into leaving him be.

‘What?’

‘I love you.’ Miguel repeated, softer this time.

‘I get that but why-‘ ‘haven’t I shown it until now? As stupid as it sounds but I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me and look where you are,’ he gestured to your injured state, ‘hurt because of me.’ He adds defeatedly. You were about to open your mouth when Miguel raised a hand, indicating that he wasn’t finished, ‘I know I haven’t given you any reason to believe me when I say that I love you. I avoid you like the plague and I push you away whenever I see you starting to get too close and respond in a clipped tone of voice so that you’d loose interest and move on to talk to someone else.’

He stopped talking to move in closer to you, grasping you by arms with a firm grip as all the anger in his face seemingly having been melted away. The raging hellfire that once consumed his scarlet eyes in their entirety had been diminished to that of dying ambers, unveiling his admiration, his worry, his guilt and most importantly, his love; the sneer now long gone was replaced by a softer more tender expression that didn’t hide away the worry lines that were deeply etched into his skin. ‘I don’t deserve you, I’m not worth having you because sooner or later you’ll see me the way I’ve always seen myself and I’d rather you be as far away as possible when that happens.’ Miguel said, making sure he was maintaining eye contact with you the entire time to prove that he was being wholeheartedly genuine, not wanting to lie to you about something as personal as his feelings; He’s done that for long enough, Miguel knew his breaking point was upon the incline and seeing you act the way you did during the mission only fast forward it.

‘Yet for some inexplicable reason I can’t stop myself for wanting to protect you, to make sure you’re safe, to make sure that you never come to harm. At first I thought it was because I was looking out for a teammate, making sure you didn’t slip up and cause more potential problems for the rest of us, making sure that you didn’t let a single perpetrator slip but soon I learnt it was far more then just simply looking after a teammate...’ Miguel paused to blink away the images regarding of the nightmares he’d get concerning you, which were few and far between but those times were enough to suffocate him with fear. ‘It was something more and I grew scared, I grew scared because I know what it’s like to loose it all but for some reason I also knew that loosing you would just be the nail in the coffin for me.’

Miguel admits as he presses his forehead against your own, his hands trailing from up your arms until they’re caressing the skin of either side of your neck between calloused thumbs. He closing his eyes and allows himself to breath you in, reminding himself that you were here and that he managed to get to you before anything else could, that he kept you safe, not from all harm but at least from some of it and that was good enough but he knew deep down that he needed the do better. ‘Don’t make me imagine a life without you,’ he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours just that tiny bit harder as his fingertips found their home where your pulse points were to remind him that you weren’t gone completely from his grasp, ‘for I don’t think I’m strong enough to withstand that reality.’

‘You don’t have to.’ You told him softly, lifting your hands to caresses the skin of his cheeks and feeling him effectively melt within your hold. ‘Not anymore.’

#spiderman atsv x you #spiderman atsv imagine #spiderman atsv #spiderman atsv fic #spiderman atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagines #Miguel o’hard fic #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderverse x reader

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irndad · 1 year

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hi im back! okey so def can see spencer still wanting to hug and snuggle with you even when fighting or mad at each other. he even gets genuinely ??? confused ??? when you try to sleep on the couch instead of in bed at night. he holds you and either reader or him is like "i know we are snuggling right now but i am still super pissed off at you." lol i can just see it. he may be petty when mad but he wont stop trying to touch you bc its a biological need of his and no argument is more important than needing you 🥺

enjoy this I did it very fast!!!! ily

He knows he’s not easy to be with sometimes. She would never say it, but it’s true. He doesn’t always get the jokes, sometimes pushes things too far and without even knowing it the ground gets pulled out from under him.

And sleep- Sleep is so complicated. The memory of the first time she slept in his bed is etched into a place he could never erase. Spencer had always had trouble sleeping, either fear or alertness plaguing him into the late hours of the night. He used to lie awake, the kind of exhausted that feels like it’s seeping out of your bones, while constantly facts he’d unwittingly memorized about how sleep deprivation can cause brain damage.

But then she’d come into his life. All soft words and gentle disposition, and there really is something magic about the way that everything just dissipates when her warm, soft body curves into his own. He’s slept well almost every night since.

Except today, she isn’t coming to bed.

It’s his fault, and he knows it. He wasn’t being fair. She hadn’t seen him for two weeks (and he hadn’t slept nearly enough without the weight of her form beside him since the last time he saw her) and she’d said that she wanted to be prioritized more.

“I haven’t seen you in weeks, Spence!”

His head was killing him. Was it actually possible, for a headache to kill you? Her voice is audibly upset, and it’s alarming how he could be the cause of it.

“Please,” he had said through labored effort, “Can we talk about this later?”

“When would you like to talk about it? Because I don’t ever know if you’re leaving-“

“Do you even know what it is that I do? That it’s not a choice for me to go? I have to do this. I can’t pick and choose and honestly, I don’t want to. If you don’t get that, we’re not doing what I thought we were doing.”

It sounds foreign, his own voice. And it’s after he’s said it that the sick taste reaches his throat because oh, that means the end. Her lovely face is unreadable for a brief moment, before something like grief splays over her expression.

It’s silent for a beat, and Spencer wishes he could swallow the words back up, rewind his life like a battered VHS tape where he’s not so stupid to mess up the one thing that’s ever brought him peace.

“You’re not yourself, Spencer. I’m gonna give you a minute.”

A minute, it turns out, is hours in the living room. She hadn’t left, thank fucking god, but she hadn’t come back. Of course she hadn’t. She wasn’t the one who needed to apologize.

He’s just so tired.

He thinks of her so-sweet voice, the curve of cheek- the junction of her neck and shoulder, and how much he would like to have her pressed against him. He pads out into the living room like a nervous puppy, and sees her sleeping on the olive green couch she had picked out. Her hair was splayed across the arm of the sofa, and her head laid on a throw pillow, their fuzziest blanket draped across her form.

His first thought is how low he’s dropped, that he’s jealous of a blanket.

His second his that she is not coming to bed. He sits beside her gingerly, and the scent of her body wash lingers in the air.

“Are you planning on coming to bed?”

“I didn’t think you’d want me to.” He can tell she wants to sound cold, but the truth is much worse; she sounds guarded.

“I always want you to.” It’s the most honest thing he’s said today, and it’s just not fair, how much he revolves around her. How he has waited 14 days, 13 hours and 34 minutes to hold her again and managed to ruin it within the first 20 minutes of having seen her again. He grabs her hand, soft and pliant against his in a way that almost makes his heart leap. “Please? Come to bed?”

Her gaze softens, the warmth and light that guides him back in her eyes, and he hopes his relief isn’t too visible. It’s then that she drinks him in. It feels too revealing like she can see right through him. His clothes are old. He’d rushed off the jet to see her, and the half moon circles under his eyes only lend to the unimpressive picture of himself.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathes, touching the side of his face. He instantly leans into it, the contact more than he’d be willing to give up to save his dignity. “Come here.”

She wraps her arms around him, and he pulls her into his lap, squeezing her tight to his chest, like she might disappear.

“I’m still mad at you,” she says, looking at him with such affection it betrays her words.

“That’s okay,” he says into her collarbone, “As long as I still have you.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds fanfic

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worldlxvlys · 2 months

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can u do one where the reader actually rocks Chris’ toxic girlfriends shit PLEASEEEEEE

and btw you an amazing writertrr

reader x chris who has a toxic gf (part 4)

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: cursing, violence, mention of sex

a/n: thank youuu and i hope you like :)

previous part

if someone told me two days ago that i’d be standing in my kitchen, baking cookies with chris and his girlfriend, i would’ve looked at them like they were crazy. yet here i am, doing exactly that.

it was chris’s bright idea for the three of us to spend time together, “i want you guys to try to get along” were his exact words.

i offered to do it at my house, so i could kick layla’s ass out when i got sick of her.

so now, here we were, baking cookies together. we hadn’t even been at it for longer than five minutes before layla started to piss me off.

“what the hell type of cookie sheet is this? it looks like you got it from the dollar tree” she snickered.

the sound of her voice was like nails on a chalkboard, she was obviously making it higher on purpose.

i gave her an odd look at this, “i did. why would i pay for expensive ass cooking sheets?” i squinted my eyes at her.

she looked taken aback, probably expecting me to take her words to heart.

“for real. who cares where you got it? as long as it works” chris agreed.

when he saw the look on layla’s face, his eyes widened slightly and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

chris grabbed the bag of cookie dough, starting to hand it to me.

i went to grab it before layla, who stood on my other side, reached around me and took it.

“great, let’s get started!” she spoke, an annoyingly wide grin covering her face.

i glanced at chris, giving him a look to express my annoyance without verbalizing it.

he gave me a pleading look, silently asking me to try.

letting her open the bag, i reached for the parchment paper, lining my “cheap” cookie sheets.

i watched as she struggled to open the bag, letting out dramatic huffs and puffs.

“baby, can you open this for me? my nails-” she stopped talking when i grabbed the bag from her, ripping it open.

my nails were longer than hers, however, i opened the bag without a problem.

“it’s not the nails” i spoke to her as i separated the pre-cut dough.

“and next time, if you can’t open something, don’t take it from someone who actually can” i finished.

she let out a sigh, her lips turning into a slight pout. “whatever” she said.

once the dough was separated, chris and i started to place it on the cookie sheet.

i glanced over at her, noticing that she was just standing there.

“are you actually gonna put the cookies on the sheet, or are your nails too long to do that too?” i asked.

her face dropped at that, her brows furrowing slightly. a deep frown grew on her face and she looked like she was going to cry.

“ok, i’m not just gonna stand here and let you belittle me” she said, catching me by surprise. she seemed like i genuinely upset her.

“and, you, chris ? you just let her talk to me however she wants. i’m not some monster, i have feelings” her voice broke when she spoke, “but all you care about is her”.

i pressed my lips together when chris made no effort to deny her statement, well this is awkward.

chris and i just stood there, staring at her with wide eyes.

“whatever” she shook her head, “can you just bring me home? i’m not feeling great” she asked as she looked at chris.

i squinted my eyes at her, confused. “didn’t you drive here? how is he supposed to take you home?”

chris shot a look at me that said are you serious?

“ok, forget it. never mind” i spoke, holding my hands up.

“i was asking if he could come home with me” she spoke quietly.

“yeah, just let me go use the bathroom real fast” he spoke quickly. he turned to me, “please just leave her alone” he said before walking towards my bathroom.

as soon as he left the room, her face turned into a light smirk.

my eyebrows rose as her eyes, which still had tears in them, held an evil glint.

what the fuck?

“isn’t he so gullible? all it took was a few fake tears to get him on my side” she said, her voice now at its normal pitch.

“see, the difference between you and me? you may have him wrapped around your finger, but i know exactly how to get what i want from him” she spoke.

“well, that and the fact that you’re a manipulative, lying bitch” i said.

“yet i’m the one in a relationship with him. i just know that shit hurts” she said.

her words definitely struck a nerve, but i’d never admit it.

“i’m the one who’ll be taking him home. and once he finishes comforting me, i’ll bat my eyelashes at him. tell him how much your words hurt me, and that i need a distraction”

“before i know it, i’ll be under him. i’ll hear him moan my name because, like i said, i always get what i want. call it manipulative if you want, i have needs” she shrugged once she finished.

“he’s a good fuck, it’s a shame you w-” she started but was cut off by my fist making contact with her face.

there was a sickening crack that echoed through the kitchen, as she fell back into the chair behind her. she held onto her nose, screaming out in pain.

“stand the fuck up” i told her, as she started to actually cry.

she didn’t listen, she just sat there and continued to sob.

“i told you what would happen, bitch. i don’t know why you thought i was joking” i said as i got closer to her, making her shrink away from me.

“you don’t get to talk about chris like that. your ungrateful ass doesn’t deserve him.” i grabbed her by her ponytail, making her cry out in pain.

i pulled her to her feet in one swift motion before letting go of her. i pushed her in the direction of my door, “get the fuck out of my house or i swear to god a broken nose will be the least of your problems” i said.

instead of listening to me, she spun around quickly. she swung at me, but i moved back quickly, only receiving a scratch to the face from her nails.

i swept my foot out, making her lose balance and fall to the ground. without missing a beat, i climbed on top of her and punched her over and over again.

all i could think about was the way she talked about chris, as though he was simply a thing that she used for her own pleasure.

if she thought i was just going to sit back and allow her to treat chris that way, she was wrong.

i got in a few more punches before a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me away from her.

“what the fuck are you doing?” chris yelled as he let go of me.

my face fell as i realized how bad the situation seemed. when he left she was crying and now here i was beating the shit out of her.

“chris, just let me explain” i said as he rushed over to her.

“explain? what is there to explain? when i left she was sobbing, and she still is. why would you do this?” he yelled.

i backed away from him at the tone he used, realizing how mad he was.

he picked her up bridal style, before walking towards the door.

when he walked past me, he mumbled something before walking out of the door.

“all i asked was for you to try.”

💟💟💟💟

yikes 😬😬

i think i’m gonna make this a series, should i ?

MASTERLIST #1.

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shanastoryteller · 4 months

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Happy holidays! Lady mo please?

a continuation of 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59

Jiang Yanli does not often feel old. Her golden core does not keep her eternally young like it does her brother, does not prevent the more persistent illnesses from plaguing her, but it does east the aches and pains non cultivators her age often complain of, does keep her skin youthful without the aid of strange poultices and she’ll probably never need dyes to keep her hair dark. But she feels old now, watching Xuanyu and Lan Wangji fumble around one another, watching her struggle for the affection of a husband who might care for her, but does not treat her with care.

At least by the time she married Zixuan, he’d told her that he loved her.

“What was all the commotion about?” Zixuan asks, arms encircling her waist as he tugs her back against his chest now that they’re back in their own quarters.

“Your cousin got drunk and pissed off the wrong people. Again.”

He huffs, his breath warm against her neck. “Yanli. You know that’s not what I’m talking about. I know A-Yao thinks I’m stupid, but even I notice servants running about and clan leaders and their wives going missing. Especially when one of them is mine.”

“A-Yao doesn’t think you’re stupid,” Jiang Yanli says, even though he kind of does. He thinks most people are stupid and Zixuan has at least grown out of taking it personally. That doesn’t mean she has to rub it in. “Xuanyu was just – a little upset. About things.”

“Lan Xichen likes her. Lan Wangji’s kid adores her. And we all saw what Lan Wangji thinks,” he says. Defending is also not the same thing as caring, but she doesn’t say that. “A-Yao even calls her our sister. Do you remember how long it took him to call me brother? It seems like it’s going well.”

If it had gone a little less well, she’d be less distraught.

Jiang Yanli is debating how much she can say without revealing Xuanyu’s pregnancy – enough people know that it won’t stay a secret for long, but Zixuan is terrible at faking surprise – when there’s a loud, frantic knocking at their door.

Zixuan frowns and goes to open the door.

“Fuck off,” slurs a familiar, beloved voice.

Jiang Yanli hides a smile and goes to stand next to her husband.

A-Cheng is standing there, sort of, considering he’s mostly being supported but a long-suffering Li Jun. “Meimei said she won’t deal with him anymore.”

“Ah,” Zixuan says, already resigned.

A-Cheng stumbles forward, grabbing her wrist and tugging her towards the table. He blearily glares at Zixuan. “Go away.”

He sighs, leaning down to kiss her and then saying, “I suppose I’ll be in a guest room.” He makes a face, remembering that the tower is full of foreign disciples. “Somewhere.”

He’s going to end up sleeping in their son’s room and A-Ling is going to complain about it. Loudly.

“Good night,” she says, barely keeping from laughing as she closes the door on Li Jun side eyeing Zixuan. Her sect has never completely forgiven Zixuan for being a teenage boy, not matter that she’s spent over a decade in the Jin rather than the Jiang.

She lets A-Cheng pull her down beside him at the table, leaning his head on his arm while he stares at her. She pours him a cup of water that she hopes he’ll drink. “Are you all out of sorts because of Xuanyu too?”

His face goes blank then it creases and he’s turns to hide it in the bend of his elbow.

With the first stirrings of genuine alarm, Jiang Yanli realizes he’s crying.

“A-Cheng? A-Cheng, what’s wrong?” she asks, putter her arm over his back and pulling him into her side like she used to when they were kids.

The words come out muffled, but he says, “I hate him. How could he – I hate him.” Then, quieter, in a tone that doesn’t match the words at all, “I hate him.”

She runs through everyone who’s here, every cultivator she saw A-Cheng speak to, but it’s a fool’s errand. No one gets to him like this. No one but –

“Wei Wuxian came back.”

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #xxqiao #untamed

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eternalera · 3 months

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I'm making an analysis of this scene because fuck it, it means sm to me

so basically the scene im talking about is the one above and why (because fuck you l like adam and lute) it means so much to me

first off when do we actually see adam smile and im not talking about when he's being an asshole to charlie or making some unfunny sex joke. I'm talking about when he looks genuine.

Like he looks actually happy, not entertained but happy because thats what it is with charlie. He's smiling because he's entertained with her reactions and how pissed he's making her.

Whenever we see him smile it has this almost evil feel to it (whether that be with the teeth in the mask that he wears or not although it probably is... i'll get to that later). It feels like he's meant to be the villain. He's meant to be someone you're meant to hate. So why in this scene does it make you feel bad for him and lute? (almost depending on the person cause yes i know some of you jumped up with joy at this, i aint judging)

it makes you feel bad because there's something human in this scene whether we like it or not. that also comes with the removal of their masks. we've never seen adam without his mask so him losing it in this scene provides us with the sense that 'hey hes still human' he's not some eldritch being sent from hell/heaven. he's a guy.

this also comes with the removal of lutes mask. we see her genuine emotion. we actually see her being to cry something that honestly seems almost out of character for her seeing as she's pretty much that one character whos like 'fuck it lets power through this'

this also is similar to adam smiling cause it shows you that in the end he wasn't a total asshole.

but back to the masks. the masks make them have pretty sharp looking teeth which is something that we associate with sharks or some sort of predator. yet removing the teeth (actually adam doesnt even smile with his teeth) you suddenly get a lot more of a human feeling

they dont feel like a villain anymore (even though thats what they are) they feel like a person. it doesnt make him feel like a threat anymore so you have an actual ability to feel bad for him.

but moving on (i ramble a lot so this may not stay on track but its fine :D ).

our last scene of adam in this entire show (im pretty sure like yknow... direct scene) is him smiling. him showing genuine human emotion. because whether or not you guys wanna admit it adam was the first human, and he does have feelings that pertain to humans. so why have this be our last view of him? of him being quite literally beaten down.

well personally i feel like this is because the show wants us to see him as lute sees him. she saw him (as from what ive gathered) as a genuine friend. she actually liked his company and liked hanging around him.

so this pushes her idea and avenging adam or getting revenge for his death. if we didnt have this scene her just getting upset at lilith and taking charge randomly and getting just randomly mad at the hotel would be kinda... eh.

like it wouldnt make for that good of a story.

but with our last moments of adam being him smiling at lute it shows us basically something else. that he cared, for what? we dont really know but he cared for something because its clear that the extermination failed and adams dying. hes fucking dying something he seemed so upset over two seconds ago screaming and shouting how he shouldnt die or whatever

so its most likely that he cared for lute making this scene all the much sadder. besides its the only thing we can assume seeing that lute was the last thing that he saw before passing on.

also ive seen theories that make a lot of sense with lute being the only one who stuck it out with adam till the end. lilith left him, eve was created from his fucking rib and yet she most likely left him. so he probably died pretty damn along the first time around

so lute being there for him and showing that she cared for him and that she still cares for him probably meant a lot. most likely because she stuck around until his death, she stuck around till the end which once again, he died alone the first time and dying with someone with you the second probably means a lot

anywaysssss yeah thats it byeeee

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eddiesxangel · 4 months

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Jealous!Eddie.

That’s it.

That’s the request.

Angst and smut if that’s possible.

I LOVE YOUR WRITING

Baby, I Am Yours |Jealous!Eddie x F!Reader

WC: 2K

CW: jealousy, Eddie calls reader a slut, spanking (ass and pussy), p in v, oral (f receiving) dom!eddie/sub!reader

“I saw you!”

“Eddie I don’t know what you thought you saw?”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“I’m not lying!”

You had to call Eddie to pick you up from the restaurant. You were out to dinner with some work friends. You were all sat at a booth and it was packed pretty tightly. Your friend Stephen was next to you the whole night.

Eddie could see you from the parking lot. He watched through the window that you and a guy were sitting pretty close together… So close that his arm was wrapped around you. That was the first thing to make Eddie's blood boil.

Second was when he watched as you hugged Stephen goodbye, and his hand grazed your lower back a little too long.

Third is when he watched as the handsome man kissed you on the cheek. That's when Eddie lost it.

Eddie continued to watch you walk out of the establishment with a smile like nothing had happened. Like Eddie was some shmuck.

Needless to say, Eddie didn't say a word to you the whole way home. Not even a hello when you opened the door.

He seemed fine on the phone when you called him to come and get you so you were utterly confused and upset as to what possibly could have happened from the phone call until now?

“Then how can you explain that I saw you two!”

“Saw what?”

“You even smell like him!”

“That’s what this is about? Because I sat with my friend?”

“Don’t act like you two weren’t cuddling in that booth”

“He's just a friend!”

“Friends don’t linger like that.”

“I dont-”

“Exactly, you can’t explain yourself.” He walked away from you. You watched as he walked into the kitchen and plop down dramatically at the table facing away from you.

Eddie was seething.

“Okay.” You take a breath, “can we please just talk about this like adults?” You asked in a calm, soothing voice.

You walked up behind Eddie, gripped a shoulder in each hand to gently massaged the muscle. He was very tight; you could tell he needed to let off some steam.

“Baby,” you bent down lower to his ear before you pushed the hair that was covering his neck out of the way so you could plant a small kiss on the spot you know he loves the most. “I’m yours, baby, no one else’s.”

Eddie was fighting with himself; he was so mad. So fucking angry that you were acting this way... like he means nothing to you. When you get too friendly with your ‘friend.’ You couldn’t help but be the most beautiful girl in the room. He knew that, but you didn’t have to entertain all the men that came up to you… What else could have happened while you were there all day and night with this guy?

But now you’re here touching him, kissing him. Telling him you’re his and his alone. Eddie’s jeans were already starting to get tight from your words.

Eddie startled you when he stood up suddenly.“You wanna play this way?” His eyes were so dark, darker than what you expected. You must really have pissed him off tonight…

“Baby, I love you. I don’t know what else to do to show you.” You gripped his shirt like you were begging him to believe you.

“I know you do, baby girl. But sometimes your actions have consequences.”

“Oh,” your shoulder fell with disappointment. You were going to be punished. Probably no sex until he felt better or until you drove him crazy by walking around naked.

“You’re going to get into the bedroom, you’re going to strip for me, and when I come in, you better be on the bed. You think you can do that?” He cupped your cheek lovingly as he spoke.

“Okay,” you bounced. Eddie almost broke. Damn, you were too adorable to stay mad at sometimes, but then he got a whiff of that guy's cologne and remembered why he was so damn jealous.

You were naked and ready, waiting in the bed for about ten minutes before Eddie decided it was time. He went out to have a cigarette beforehand. You could smell it on him as he entered the room.

“Good, so you can listen to me.” Eddie sat on the edge of the bed and asked you to come over to him.

“Bend over,” he pointed to his lap.

You silently obeyed. You were so turned on by Eddie right now that you would do anything he said.

“Seems like I have to teach you a lesson, baby. You’ve been naughty. Wouldn’t you agree?” His calloused fingers trailed almost the cool skin of your backside. You weren’t sure if it was his touch or his voice that made you shiver with anticipation.

“Ummm, yes?” You were unsure if Eddie wanted you to push back more.

“Good girl.”

“I think ten should suffice.”

“Okay.” You try and hide your excitement.

“Count”

A sharp slap filled the room as Eddie’s hand made contact with your ass cheek.

“One,” you moan.

“What’s your colour, baby?”

“Green,” you smile.

Eddie didn’t want to hurt you, but he did want to see that fat of your ass jiggle when his hand comes down on your cute little ass.

“Six,” you pant. Your ass stung but in the best way possible.

“Seven,” you could feel your pussy dripping down your inner thighs.

“Eight” You shifted a little; you were the thing of getting some relief from your clit.

“Nine” it wasn’t helping that you could feel Eddie’s hard cock poking you.

You waited for the last slap, but instead, you felt Eddie’s fingers trail along your crack to your soaked pussy lips.

“Part your legs wider for me. Yea, that’s it,” he praised.

*smack*

“Ten!” You cried out as Eddie slapped your pussy, and it sent a spark right through you.

“You’re soaked; you like when you get punished? Little slut.”

“Baby, please.” You needed relief. Something. Anything to touch your weeping pussy.

“This is my pussy understand?”

Eddie man handles you until you’re on your back, spreading your legs as far as he can force them to go.

“No one gets to touch you unless it’s me.”

Another sharp slap filled the room as Eddie’s fingers made contact with your puffy pussy lips. You quiver under Eddie as your body jerks from the small slap.

“Hey! You said ten”

*slap*

“You wanna make it fifteen”

“No” you squeak. Or maybe you did.

“Tell me baby, who owns this pretty little pussy”

“you” you moan

“I didn’t quite hear that?” He swiped his fingers through your wet slit rubbing your pussy finally.

*slap*

“YOU! You baby! Please”

“Good girl.” Eddie crawls up to kiss you for the first time that night. But it’s nothing but rough and possessive. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming you. Your hands find their way to his hair. You grip him, pulling you in closer. Like you need to mould yourself to him.

Eddie yanks himself from your grip, and you whimper at his loss.

“Gotta remind you, gotta claim my girl.”

“Eddie,” you whimpered.

“That’s right, tell your master who you belong to.”

“Eddie,” you whine one more time before he devours your pussy.

You can't help but arch your back, pushing your wanton pussy into Eddie's face. Your fingers latch onto the roots of Eddie's brown curls as you ground yourself. You can't help but ride your boyfriend's face as his tongue works its magic on you.

“Oh my god!” Eddie slips his thick digit into you easily.

“Yes baby, I am your God.” his fingers pump in and out of you, finding that sweet spot inside of you that makes your mind go numb.

“Please, please, please!” You can’t help but gyrate your hips against Eddie’s fingers and mouth.

“You gonna cum?”

“Yes!”

Suddenly Eddie’s touch disappears and your orgasm goes with him.

“No!” You’re almost in tears.

“You think you get off that easy? Not when you let another man touch what is mine. You cum when I say you get to. Understand?”

“I’m sorry, baby! Please I need you so badly.”

“The only way you’re coming in on my cock, baby girl, got it?”

“Okay,” you huff in frustration.

“Colour?” He cock,s his head snapping out of character.

“Green,” you smile up at him.

“Good.” he quickly kisses your lips before manhandling you once more so you’re on your hands and knees.

You hear a guttural growl leave Eddie’s mouth as he examines you from the back. As you look over your shoulder, you can see his head thrown back with his fist in his mouth. A slight sense of pride builds as your boyfriend gawks at you.

“God damn,” you hear him whisper under his breath as he observes the markings of puffy flesh that his hands left on your skin as he undresses himself.

You bravely wiggle your ass, and Eddie grips your hips to still you. He drops so he is at eye level with your pussy. He can’t help himself but lick a fat strip from your clit all the way up to your lower back. Your body shakes as his warm, wet tongue glides through your body.

“So reactive to me” he stands to lean over your body so he can play with your clit a little more.

“Mmmmm” you let your body melt into his touch.

Eddie’s cock can’t stand it anymore. It’s been solid as a rock since you started massaging his shoulders in the kitchen. He had to have you.

“I’m gunna fuck this tight little pussy until you forget every man that came before me. You’re going to be ruined for any other man that isn’t me. Got that?”

“Yes, please just fuck me already!” You regret your outburst the second it leaves your mouth.

“You’re lucky I need to fuck you as much as I need to baby, or else you’d be over my knee in a second. Got it?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just need you so bad- OH.”

Eddie’s cock plunged into you, finally.

Your head was yanked back as Eddie pulled your hair back to use as something to hold on to.

It was hard, it was fast, but it felt so so good. His cock hit you just right, your g spot being abused, and your eyes rolled back into your head. You were babbling about god knows what, but this is exactly how you liked it.

“Yes, baby! Scream my name. Tell me who your master is! Your god!”

“You, Eddie, only you!”

Eddie was feral; the way your pussy was gripping his cock was otherworldly. It was so tight and wet that he could have cum in minutes. But no, he won’t let that happen until you’re falling apart around him first.

“You’re such a slut for my cock, and my cock alone.”

Eddie's hips snapped into your ass so ferociously you could hear the smacking of skin in the skin over your loud moans.

“Yes!” You cried.

Your body was almost numb with pleasure. Your orgasm was so close to exploding.

“I’m so close,” you pant.

“You gunna cum on my cock?”

“Yes, oh god!”

“Good. Here is what’s going to happen, baby. You’re going to cum when u tell you, then I’m going to cum so deep inside your little cunt you’ll be leaking me for days. I’m gonna claim this pussy as mine and mine alone.”

“Fuck yes!”

“You want that baby? Your cunt got tighter when I talked about breeding your tight pussy. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you full of my cum?”

“Eddddddddie!”

“Cum for your matser.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You let go, your body felt like it was on fire, the way your muscles seized, and you lost control. You allow yourself to be washed over by the feeling of your own pleaser. And just like Eddie promised, he fucked you so good that no other could ever give you the pleasure that he does.

"Fucking cunt is so tight I'm going to full this pussy so good," Eddie spoke through gritted teeth as his own orgasm washed over him. Both of your bodies flop lifelessly onto the bed, and your muscles give out. Eddie quickly rolls off of you so he doesn't squish you.

"You okay baby?" he quickly asks

"More than okay."

"I wasn't too rough or mean, was I?"

"No, you were perfect." You roll over to snuggle into your boyfriend.

"Baby..."

"Yeah"

"You know Stephen is gay, right?"

"What?!"

#Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson imagine #jealous!eddie munson #dom!eddie munson #jealous!eddie munson x reader #dom!eddie munson x sub!reader

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ticktokrobotsnot · 10 months

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Hurricane Relief

This is part 2.

You can read part 1 here.

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x fem!reader

Summary: The aftermath of a disaster and how we learn to cope, move on, and grow.

Word Count: 4k

Notes: 1) This is based off of s1e8, but we are going to pretend that Syd did the tablet thing correctly and Carmen doesn't lose his shit in ep7.

2) I am a completionist at heart so I felt an obligation to finish this because I know that if I was reading something and I didn't get a confession at the end I would riot and I aim to please.

“Where did you get the money for bail?”

“Used our two week parachute.”

Y/n, barely conscious felt something pushed up against her chest. She peeked her eyes open and saw that she was sitting in the backseat of Carmen’s car already buckled in. She shifted over to her left so she could rest her elbow on the armrest against the door and balance her head. Carmen glanced through the rear view mirror to confirm that she was still asleep, he locked the car door so she wouldn’t fall out.

Richie looked back before uttering a small, “Thank you, cousin.” It was strangely vulnerable to thank someone and even more vulnerable to do it with an audience, even if they were asleep.

“All good.”

After a few more beats of silence, y/n assumed that their bro moment had reached its conclusion and that she could finally pretend that she had just woken up. Then she heard a sniffle, at first she thought that her mind was playing tricks on her but she heard it again, and then a few more times. Maybe now was not the best time to announce her presence.

“You okay?” Although she couldn’t see Carmen’s face she was hearing concern and a bit of apprehension. She could tell he wasn’t comfortable with consoling Richie.

A small but broken, “Yeah…I’m okay” escaped Richie’s mouth.

Unable to resist, she stole a quick glance at the rearview mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of Carmen's eyes. They appeared slightly glassy, yet the softness in the corners revealed a simmering sense of relief. Though he was clearly upset, she reassured herself that he would ultimately be alright. Once they returned to the restaurant, she planned to check in on him, but without pressuring him. Recognizing his need for rest, space, and comfort, she understood that he often neglected these needs for the sake of others but she was determined to ensure he received the care he truly deserved.

Carmen took one last look back before pulling out of the parking spot and driving them back to the restaurant. Y/n was wide awake now but she knew that both Carmen and Richie needed some time and space to process what had happened. None of that would work if she was visibly awake, she had a feeling that they would pretend to be all tough by pushing their problems aside because they didn’t want a girl to see them being “sensitive”. So she planned to keep her head down and wait till they were near the restaurant to “wake up.”

The ride back was slow and smooth, Carmen didn’t drive over a single pothole, he stopped softly, and didn’t honk once, which was rare in Chicago. He wanted to drive her home and put her to bed but he had a feeling that she would be pissed if he dropped her off home while they went back to the restaurant.

They were 45 minutes away from the restaurant but he was wondering if he should wake her up when they got there, or if he should let her sleep in his car. If he left her in the car she would be able to sleep in but it wasn’t safe, what if someone broke a window? At the same time, if he brought her to the restaurant, there was nowhere for her to rest. He was driving on auto-pilot while he was trying to figure out the best way to approach the dilemma, because if there was one thing that Carmen was good at it was overthinking.

On top of worrying about y/n, Carmen had to steal a few quick glances at Richie to make sure that he was ok, it was hard to tell because he was looking out the window but the reflection showed Richie’s eyebrows were furrowed, he was thinking about something, or someone. Thinking was better than being depressed.

A small selfish part of Carmen wondered if anyone would ever dissect every small aspect of him to make sure that he was also ok, like he did for others.

The car ride was peaceful and quiet until a neighboring vehicle suddenly honked near y/n’s window, causing her to jolt and accidentally slam her forehead against the glass.

“Jesus, fuck.” Y/n hissed while putting her cold hand on her forehead to calm the bruise that would inevitably form. Her cover was blown.

Carmen’s head whipped back, “Are you ok?”

“I'm good, it's just a small bump.” She tried to rub the forehead to quell the pain but it was too tender. “Pay attention to the road, I don’t want to see another police officer for the rest of my life.” Carmen involuntarily flicked his eyes to y/n’s forehead through the rear view mirror.

Y/n couldn’t tell what Richie’s status was and he hadn’t made a single peep the entire car ride, even when she was “asleep”, so she couldn’t gauge whether or not she should talk to him.

“We’re glad to have you back, Richie '' She left it open and didn’t expect any response in return. He didn’t respond but he moved his eyes from the passenger window to the windshield and sat up straight. Y/n felt a bit of uneasiness, this was the longest Richie was quiet and she kind of wanted him to make fun of Carmen or at least laugh, something to show that he wasn’t hurting.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, they eventually pulled up to the restaurant and they walked in. Y/n and Carmen had left the restaurant as it was and even though they knew it was a mess, it was a different beast in daylight. Both y/n and Carmen walked to their lockers to grab their emergency toothbrush and other hygiene products in an effort to look less dead.

Once they freshen up they went their separate ways. Y/n walked behind the counter and pushed some styrofoam cups aside to start the coffee machine. She waited for the coffee to finish brewing before pouring a cup for the three of them. Richie took one of the cups off the counter and disappeared.

She walked over to Carmen who was throwing away half eaten food from the tables.

“Here.” she handed a cup over to him and once again their fingers brushed each other but this time she forced herself to ignore the electricity. Whatever she was feeling would be an additional burden to Carmen, one more thing for him to worry about. Carmen didn’t need this right now, he needed some calm and space.

She heard a soft thanks, and even though she was supposed to give him space she couldn’t suppress the urge to check on him one more time. His eyes were no longer glassy but the dark circles told her everything she needed to know. He glanced up at her face, finally getting his first good look at her since they left the station. He walked over to the kitchen door and signaled y/n to join him right before he disappeared. She heard some shuffling and she walked over to the kitchen after taking one more look at Richie who looked like he was doing better.

Y/n went to the kitchen and was pleasantly surprised that it was not as bad as the front, it wasn’t great but still miles better. The kitchen was empty but Carmen’s office door was wide open, she peered inside to see him holding a ziplock filled with a bit of ice and water.

He shut the door and pulled out a chair indicating that she was supposed to sit. She sat and looked up at Carmen before feeling the ice on her forehead. She groaned in discomfort, “You didn’t have to.” Carmen moved the bag around so the cold didn’t hurt. Y/n felt like she wasn’t doing enough, she was supposed to take care of him and here he was taking care of her. That wouldn’t do.

“How are you feeling?” Y/n asked while avoiding his eyes. She couldn’t look at them without getting distracted and she needed to focus on Carmen.

“I'm good.” Soft but left no room for elaboration. Y/n knew she couldn’t crack a few jokes to make him feel better, that was wholly inappropriate. She also couldn’t probe for answers either because that would just stress him out, any form of pressure would probably make him feel like a caged animal being cornered. Saying nothing felt like they were ignoring the very obvious elephant in the room. It was like all roads lead to nothing unless Carmen opened up a bit more, which didn’t seem like was going to happen so y/n settled for a distraction.

“Is it bad?” Y/n said while touching the bag of ice barley missing his fingers. She ignored Carmen’s body heat that was radiating onto her side and she also pretended not to notice the way that his lips parted in concentration.

“I'm going to need you to be honest with me, don’t worry I can take it. If I look like shit you’ve gotta tell me so I can get some impromptu bangs or something.”

“You don’t look like shit.” Carmen mumbled.

“I bet I don’t look good,” Y/n swiveled around towards Carmen’s desk for some scissors, “bangs it is.”she exclaimed. Y/n was only joking but she needed a bit of a breather before she broke her own rule about giving Carmen some space.

Carmen grabbed the chair’s armrest and swung it swiftly so she was facing him again. Her heart leaped out. “You look like how you always do.” He was too much of a wimp to call her breathtaking, the word felt foreign in his head; he could only imagine how disturbing it would be to hear it from his lips. He gently grabbed her chin before putting the ice on her forehead again. Y/n couldn’t escape this time.

The silence was killing her and she thought she should at least talk about her own experience to let him know that they could talk to each other about stuff like this.

“I was really scared...” Carmen looked into her eyes and they softened a bit.

“I was scared that Richie was going to be in jail for basically forever…and …and,” Y/n hesitated, was what she was about to say to Carmen considered cornering him?

“I was scared for you.” Carmen’s hand stalled midair, still holding the bag of ice. He didn’t move for a few moments, “I was worried that this would..” She couldn’t think of what to say next. She could feel the gears in her head working overtime to churn out something that would summarize what she was feeling. “..break you and you wouldn’t let me help you.” She felt her eyes start to burn and a lump form in her throat that was choking her. She wouldn’t cry, he couldn’t deal with his own problems while consoling her.

“I would have been okay.”

Y/n waited till the lump in her throat stopped burning. “You always are Carmen, but sometimes it’s nice to be better than okay…” She couldn’t do anything about her voice cracking but she might as well finish before she became a mess, “You deserve it.”

Y/n said her piece and they both simmered in the quiet. A sigh reverberated through the walls and Carmen looked into y/n’s eyes. His lips parted and closed a few times as he tried to formulate a response but nothing he could think off would sound as well-put together as y/n’s thoughts. He felt like he was seven again, a stuttering pathetic idiot who couldn’t say something as simple as a thanks.

Y/n knew that they were done for now, she had exhausted him so she was finally ready to give him that space that he desperately needed. She slowly got up and slipped the bag of ice out of his hand and walked towards the door. Carmen didn’t look at her as she left but as soon as the door closed, he sank to the floor and sat there for a very long time.

He finally leaves the office to help with the clean up and is greeted by the crew. Y/n was at the very end scrubbing her countertop which was covered in glitter. As he walks past the crew to survey the damage to the front, he gets a pair of gemstone covered stringy underwear swung towards his face.

“This is not respect.” Ebra continues to wave the underwear at Carmen’s face.

“No, chef. That is not respect.”

Carmen walked to the front and felt another weight lifted off his shoulder to see that the majority of the mess had been cleaned up. It felt like he was finally able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. His chest felt a bit lighter and he knew it was thanks to the people around him.

He walked to the kitchen and started slicing some onions, he would be in charge of family dinner. As he was making the sauce, he couldn’t help but notice that he had yet to hear or see y/n, not that she wasn’t in the restaurant but it was like she was doing her very best not to be noticed. She was quietly peeling garlic and even though Carmen hadn’t responded to her, he could tell that they would be alright. He just knew in his bones that they would come back together, he was going to make sure of it.

As he opened the tomato can and dumped it in, he noticed a bit of green. Mold? Killing the heat, he swiped the sauce away and picked it up to remove the plastic to reveal a wad of money.

Y/n heard Carmen yell for Richie but she didn’t think much of it before she started hearing, “Shit…Fuck..”

A few minutes later the whole crew were opening cans of tomato sauce to dig out the money that was hidden within. Once all the money was out, Richie cleaned it up and sorted it, the crew cleaned up the sauce and Carmen finished up the pasta.

They sat down for dinner, but y/n had no appetite. However, she couldn't afford to leave her plate unfinished without drawing attention. She discreetly observed Carmen, piece by piece, just to make sure that he was okay, actually more than okay. His hands were relaxed, she took a bite. His shoulders were at ease, another bite. His jaw was unclenched, yet another bite. And finally, the most crucial part, she stole a fleeting glance into his eyes. As she raised her head slightly to check, to her surprise, their eyes met. Against her instincts, y/n held his gaze. It left her breathless. For the first time, y/n saw a serenity in Carmen's eyes that she had never witnessed before.

With this newfound contentment, it became evident that Carmen had discovered a new version of stability. If maintaining their current relationship, or lack thereof, could grant him such ease and relaxation, y/n was willing to patiently wait for him to embrace a future together, even if it meant waiting for years or even decades. She didn’t want him to relish in the calm but expect it, expect that life was also fun and full of love. Her wish was for him to experience a life of unwavering stability, so that even if unexpected challenges arose as he always anticipated, he would know he was not alone and that he would always prevail.

Y/n was proud of him, which is a strange thing to say considering the fact that he was a tax paying adult, but she couldn’t help but give him a small smile that said I see you and I’m so fucking in love with you.

Carmen wasn’t a poet by any means but he finally understood why people write poems about other people. A picture of y/n would have captured her beauty but a poem would have explained it. It was just a smile and he didn’t know why but it was burned into his memory. Y/n looked away to ask Sydney something but if Carmen closed his eyes she was still smiling at him. Y/n had given him many smiles but he knew at this very moment that he couldn’t last another day without her being his. It wasn’t just a smile, it was the weight behind it, the pressure that it put on his chest when she looked away from him, the gleaming aura that wouldn’t let him look away…

It was everything, it was his everything, you were his everything.

Dinner concluded, everything was cleaned up, and Carmen was no longer in his fantasy land where y/n was being lit by the sunlight or party lights and making him yearn, he had never yearned before. Carmen assumed that seeing her in the shitty kitchen lighting and in her messy apron would bring him back to reality but he was sorely mistaken. The pinnacle of his admiration wasn't confined to the previous night or that particular meal; it persisted, unyielding. It didn’t die down when she spilled a bit of oil on the counter, or when she flipped of Richie for god knows what, or when she sampled Sydney's experimental dish and tactfully suggested it needed something more, or when she stepped over to the side to redo her hair, or when she shook her foot because her legs were aching. He could never get tired of her. He could watch her stirring for days on end, each rotation captivating him anew. He could witness her redoing her hair for centuries, and boredom would remain a foreign concept. He could watch her smiling till the sun exploded billions of years in the future, and still, an insatiable craving for more would persist within him.

Time flew by and before she knew it the clock struck 10:30pm and y/n looked up from her stovetop and realized that she was the only person left in the kitchen. It was a bit strange to be alone in the kitchen without Carmen, it felt like a regular room. It lacked the mystic that Carmen brought into any room. She wandered into Carmen’s office but it was empty. The front was empty as well and y/n was getting a bit worried. She grabbed her cardigan from her locker, turned on her phone flashlight and just went to the back of the restaurant and sure enough she found Carmen lighting a cigarette. The phone light was the only source of light other than a very dim street light at the very end of the block, and the small fire lit on the end of the cigarette. She saw that he was surrounded by quite a few cigarettes, five plus the one he was smoking now.

Carmen looked like a deer caught in headlights. Y/n leaned on the wall so she could see what was compelling him to stay here for what must have been an hour but it was just a brick wall. Carmen shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her.

She waved her hand, “I’ve got a sweater and it's not that cold today.” She was getting deja vu.

“The bricks are rough.”

Y/n leaned forward to avoid scraping her favorite cardigan but he took this as an opportunity to stand in front of her and slip the jacket through her arms. He straightened the jacket near the neck line. His hand glided down the open panels. Although he didn't physically touch her, she could sense his warmth emanating through the narrow gap.

Y/n said she could wait but what she wouldn’t give for him to grab the collar and kiss her. His lips were wet from licking them and she didn’t notice that he was staring at her lips too.

Carmen snubbed his cigarette on the wall near y/n’s waist, and then dropped the cigarette but leaving his hand still there. “Y/n.”

A soft hum escaped her barely parted lips as she finally lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. It was as if she had entered a trance while staring at his lips, and even when he attempted to snap her out of it, she effortlessly slipped back into another spellbound state, captivated by the depths of his eyes.

“I have to kiss you.”

He searched her eyes for a sign of hesitation but y/n wrapped her arms behind his neck and leaned forward. Carmen closed the gap and at that moment he knew that he was never going to be able to get enough of her. He slipped a hand behind her head and another on her hip. He pushed her deeper against the wall and he was having a hard time thinking, his head was spinning and it was making it difficult to imprint this sensation into his memory. It felt like trying to remember an ocean’s wave or a ripple in the sand.

His lungs were burning and even though he knew that he couldn’t stay conscious for longer, he couldn’t pull himself away.

After a few moments, y/n withdrew slightly, locking eyes with him, her beautiful gaze penetrating his soul. Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, he instinctively leaned in, their foreheads touching. The kiss left him breathless, yet he yearned to prolong the contact, craving more of her touch.

Their breath mixed with each other before y/n tightened her grip around him and leaned forward to kiss him one more time, this time with a deliberate slowness that amplified the intimacy between them. He made a conscious effort to imprint the sensations in his memory, but they tantalizingly lingered before elusively slipping away, beckoning him to kiss her once more for a more vivid recollection. It felt new even after the first, second, third, and fourth kiss, as if each one unveiled a new layer of their connection. Carmen could die here and people would be able to honestly say that he died a happy man. He smirked against her lips, unable to help himself.

They pulled away for one last time before Carmen slid his hands down her body and eventually they had lost contact.

Y/n grabbed his hand and led him back to the restaurant and in the bright lights, y/n looked down at their interlocked hands trying to finally remember the sensation that she had missed a few days prior but was pulled out of it when she noticed that his hands were covered in cuts and scrapes.

“What the hell happened to your hand?” Carmen's head felt like it was swimming.

He mumbled out a soft, “I think it was the bricks,” and then added, “I told you they were rough.”

“You should have moved them as soon as they started to hurt.” Y/n grabbed for the first aid kit so she could tend to his wounds.

Carmen didn’t care that his hand was scraped up because he didn’t want any part of y/n digging into the rough brick, and a scuffed hand was a small price to pay.

“Better me than you.”

“You’re literally so annoying, I can't even look at you right now. Take me home, Berzatto.” Y/n humorously rolled her eyes and finished wrapping him up.

And with that, Carmen finally found himself standing on solid ground, a place of stability and certainty. In the embrace of y/n's love, he discovered a resolute foundation upon which he could build a future with her. He no longer felt adrift, but rather firmly anchored in a love that provided solace.

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kingtomura · 4 months

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Good Girl

Summary: It’s not your fault that your boyfriend was hard for people to warm up to. God, your parents are so lame. But so were you. So you did what anyone else with strict parents would, and you cut him off.

Bad idea.

Word count: 4k

part two is here!

Content: Tomura Shigaraki x female reader, explicit content, kinda quiet sex, cunnilingus, praise, slight humiliation, unprotected sex, strict parents, toxic relationship with parents, AU - no quirks, no use of y/n, gets a little mushy at the end im sorry

You would rather be anywhere else but here. You would pay to be anywhere else but right here, right now being scolded like some teenager who had been caught sneaking out after curfew. But you were here and you weren’t going anywhere any time soon.

“He’s just not good for you,” your father’s voice stressed. It dragged on, pulling you from your drifting thoughts. “You have so much ahead of you and we even agreed to this gap year so that you could figure out what you wanted to do, not so you could run around with some delinquent boy with no future–”

“He‘s not a delinquent,” You cut off, “you’re judging him without even giving him a chance.”

Your father sighs, knowing he’s fighting a losing battle, but knowing you inherited his stubbornness has never detoured him from taking your objections head on. He’s been on this earth longer than you, butting heads with others longer than you have. “Well, whatever he is, he’s not allowed to see you again. That’s final.” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. False air of nonchalance sending fury through your veins.

There would be no more arguing and you knew it. You desperately look to your mother, who is in her usual stance of resignation and uselessness when it comes to his word. If she saw things your way, she would never say. And even if she agreed with you, there would be no change. It has always been your father’s way or no way.

“I’m an adult, you can't tell me who I can and can’t see.” you try once more, not ready to end things here. It’s suffocating.

He scoffs, bringing a hand up to count his fingers, “You live under our roof, you eat our food, you drive our car, you give me attitude when I agree to give you time to figure out your life when you decided to leave university after two semesters,” his voice is rising and you begin to feel your eyes burn with the threat of tears, your chest tightening as its harder to catch a breath. You can’t cry here, it would only make things worse. “I don’t think it matters how old you are. I am done with this conversation. End things with him now or you won't have a pot to piss in by the end of the day.”

This cannot be happening. You're still sat on the plush sofa of the living room as your father stalks off with your mother in tow. The latter only glancing back with an empty look of pity as you stare at where your father had just been. Words burned into your mind while hot tears finally break and run down your cheeks. This is really happening.

And Tomura was going to be upset.

In a perfect world you could meet up with him tonight, talk it over, or even run away together and leave all this behind, but you know better. You know the two of you haven’t dated long enough to warrant running away together, but it still crosses your mind. You’ve never felt this way about anyone before and it's painful to think you never will again. Tomura just made you feel so.. Alive. There was so much to him and his witty dry humor that keeps pulling you in.

He’s cynical, he’s moody and sometimes he’s mean but god he could be so soft. Touch you in ways that felt like he reached your soul. Quiet nights where you would stay at his house and watch him play video games would turn into late night sessions of making love until the twilight of dawn peeked through the dark curtains of his room. There was no way you could let him go. But you had to. You had to. Your father had given you no other choice. So you take the coward’s way out.

You text him.

You send him a short text that would send you to the bathroom dry heaving, but you didn’t know what else to do. What more could you say other than your father had snapped at you and you both could no longer be together. It would hurt so much more facing him head on. You knew that if you had to speak to him face to face that you would crack, probably throw out your silly idea of running away together and then face the awkward rejection. This was all you could manage. You felt awful for it, finally forcing yourself off of the floor and dragging your feet to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

It had been hours and there was no response from Tomura. You couldn't blame him. What could anyone say to a break up text? You hollowly hoped he would fight for you. Even a little. But the flat Read 14:57 showed you otherwise. This had now become a heartbreak you werent quite expecting. You couldn’t help but second guess every interaction you had with him before. If maybe you read into things a little too deeply. If maybe, some smaller, quieter part of you dreaded your father was right.

There was no use of dwelling on that now. No point in running through what you would never know. So, you sighed, and finished up in the bathroom. Slipping on your silk sleeping gown that stopped above your knees and adjusted the small straps on your shoulder. You had cried for hours after your argument – if you could even call it that– with your father was over and your face ached. The bags under your eyes showing the worse for wear state you had found yourself in. it would be okay, you told yourself. You just have to sleep it off.

And that was your plan and you slid into your welcoming bed, soft comforter embracing you and your worn feelings. You feel more tears begin to sting behind your eyelids before there's a sudden tap at your window.

A trick of the wind, you decide and return to your somber thoughts.

You would have to move on eventually, but tonight? He was the only thing on your mind. His eyes, his hair, the way he would feign annoyance when you were overly touchy, craving closer contact. He always indulged you. Always gave you more, you knew he liked it as much as you did. You were lovesick.

Tap.

There was that noise again. Louder than before as if someone had thrown a rock right at your window. The room was still and quiet so you knew it hadn’t been your imagination.

Jumping to your feet and shuffling towards the window in question you brushed your curtains to the side to see the possible culprit. And when you do, your heart drops and instant regret fills you. Stomach aching as you take in the sight before you.

It’s Tomura Shigaraki and he is pissed.

Tomura, your Tomura leering up at you with another rock resting in his hand, bigger and ready to be tossed at your window if the last attempt didn’t work.

You look around, knowing no one is in your bedroom but yourself and the moonlight, then go to open your window, ducking your head out to get a better look at him. There he was, black hoodie oversized and so soft, red eyes burning in anger but you aren't scared. You’re relieved, it's him. He's here to see you, mouth turned down in a scowl and fists clenched in fury but he was here.

You couldn’t stop your hushed whisper, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk.” Was his only reply before he dropped the rock and walked towards your window. It wasn’t terribly high up, but higher than he could reach without a bit of help from you.

Now that he was closer you could see the anger in his posture much more clearly. All tense shoulders and narrowed eyes. It was enough to make your stomach turn. You couldn't help but worry your bottom lip as he pulled out his phone and took a step closer.

“Really? Over a fucking text message?” He hissed, rasp in his voice, uncaring of the time of night or who could hear.

“Tomura, shh, please–” you tried, hands coming up to placate him, if only a little. Your father would have your head if he heard another man in his home, let alone Tomura Shigaraki.

He huffed a sarcastic laugh, disbelief taking over his features, but he obliged, “I don’t care what your father told you. He can’t control who you talk to.”

You shake your head, the all too familiar sting of tears in your eyes threatening to fall, “I know. I told him that, but he threatened to kick me out, to cut me off. I’m sorry Tomura, but I can't.”

“He can't do that.”

You nod, knowing all too well that your father would go through with his threat. “He can. Technically. I'm an adult, so it’s his choice.” The tears fall now, seeing the rage dissipate from Tomura, slight drop of his shoulders showing disbelief and disappointment. It's too much. This is why you didn’t want to see him, couldn’t face him. “I'm so sorry,” you whisper, trying to hold in the sobs threatening to wrack your body and possibly wake your parents up. This could not have ended worse. “I don't want it to be this way.”

“Wow, I didn't know you were such a good girl.”

Your breath hitches, caught off guard, “What is that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs. “I didn't know you did everything daddy says. What a good girl you are.” The tone is one you’re familiar with. Condescending. Challenging. He’s testing you.

Your cheeks flushed. What could you say? That you’re not a good girl, actually. Then what would that make you? A bad girl? You would walk right into his trap. He’s watching, waiting for a response. Something to make you slip up.

You don't have the chance to respond before he’s taking a step forward, lifting your chin with a finger so that you could look him in the eyes. Even in the dim lighting of the room those crimson eyes looked into your own. Like he was delving deeper, looking for the response that you can't seem to give him. Nothing else matters in this moment. It’s just him and you and the pale moonlight dancing between you. The air is tense and unmoving, like the smallest noise, the faintest blow of wind would ruin this moment.

You couldn’t take it, couldn’t wait another minute before your body moved, leaning forwards onto the tips of your toes to give you more leverage as your lips pressed to his. His lips were still cold and dry from the cool air outside but that didn’t matter. Nothing matters more than knowing you needed more of him and you needed it now. Tomura’s hand came to rest at the nape of your neck, pulling you closer and the kiss deeper. Taking all of you in as his other hand gripped your waist.

Your hands wasted no time burying into his hoodie – so soft and worn– the faint smell of citrus and cedar being a comfort as the intoxicating kiss deepened. Tomura wasted no time, slick tongue entering your mouth, hungry, like it was the last time you would have him this way. It was too much. It was not enough. You broke the kiss, a string of saliva following the short distance you put in between. Air seemed sparse, like you couldn't get enough and Tomura spoke before you could.

“Get on the bed.”

And you did, newfound vigor in your step as you eagerly did as what you were told. Energy ebbing through your veins as excitement overtook your previous anxiety. Tomura was a mere step behind, discarding his hoodie without care and joining you on the bed, caging you beneath him as he dove back in for another kiss, wet and warm, before trailing lower. Open mouthed kisses to your jaw, then neck, his hands, rough and warm gripping your thighs, taking in all he can. After leaving a particularly hard bite on your neck, Tomura lifted your gown up, smooth silk gliding with ease above your ass and resting below your breast. It was only natural for your legs to spread for him, cool air on your bare cunt making you shiver.

“Oh?” An amused huff from the man above you makes your cheeks heat further than before. He’s seen you like this many times before, but he’s always had a way of making you feel shy. “No panties, huh?”

You push past your embarrassment. “You know i dont wear them to b– ah!” you're cut off by the feeling of his finger sliding between your folds, slick making it glide, and rubbing over your clit. The surprise of the motion makes you press your thighs closer together. Tomura grins above you, before bringing his wet finger to his mouth, a mocking shh following the motion, tongue flicking out and licking the digit as his other hand pushed your legs apart again.

He bends down, bulge in his sweatpants pressing against your bare cunt. He’s so hard and that thought only makes you wetter. Tomura’s nose brushes yours, your eyelids fluttering shut as he dives to kiss you again. All open mouthed and wet. You could taste yourself on his tongue as well as feel the pressure of his clothed erection grind against you, rubbing against your bundle of nerves. You are sure your slick is dampening his sweatpants but Tomura doesn’t care. He’s grinding you into the mattress and you’re so close to begging him to get on with it you want to scream. But almost like he’s read your mind, he pulls away.

The kisses he places along your body set your nerves on fire, anticipation eating away at your patience as he takes his time. Once he’s reached his destination, right between your thighs, he places one wet kiss onto the plush of your inner right thigh. Another teasing move. Another way to make you squirm in excitement. He looks up at you, ruby eyes gleaming in the moonlight of the room.

“Be quiet for me, yeah?”

Tomura huffs a laugh at your eager nod, grin growing wider. So quick to please. Dedicated. “Good girl.”

The praise makes you falter for a second, embarrassment threatening to make its way to the surface once more. There was no time for it now, Tomura enjoyed catching you off guard. Loved surprises. He wastes no more time, tongue licking a wet strip between your lips. The action causing you to moan louder than you intended. Your hand rushes to cover your mouth. If you were to be caught in this predicament by either of your parents it would be horrendous for the both of you.

This doesn’t stop Tomura, though. If anything you were starting to think it encouraged him, because his relentless pace on your cunt was driving you wild. His long stripes simmered into just the tip of his tongue flicking your clit and sending jolts of pleasure roaring through you. You were already close, pleasure and pressure building and building until you were so close to tipping over–

Knock knock.

“Hey sweetie. I know it's late, I just wanted to talk for a second.”

It was your mom. Holy shit it was your mom and there's a boy in your bed with his head buried between your legs and holy shit. If she opened the door, if she barged into your room in the familiar way she always had a bad habit of doing, you would be done for. With wide eyes and accelerated breaths, you clamped down harder over your mouth with both hands. Even Tomura stopped in his tracks, gaze lazily focused on the door with curiosity bleeding into his indifference.

Your mother must have taken the silence as a sign of slumber, yet she continued. Voice muffled by the door between you both.

“Your father... was harsh today. And I’m sorry for that.” She pauses, long enough for you to believe she would be giving up and going back to her bedroom. You aren't so lucky, surely at this point you were very unlucky and you dreaded whatever else she had to say. “I just want you to know that he just wants the best for you.” your heart drops as she carries on, unaware and unconcerned of the other pair of ears listening in to her words. “We don’t know him that well. We can't risk you getting involved in something you're not ready for and throwing your future away.”

At this, Tomura rolls his eyes, interest clearly lost and goes back to his earlier movements. The sloppy kiss to your clit catches you off guard and forces a whine out of you. It was small, but still a noise. Squeezing your eyes shut you prayed this would be written off as an odd sleep noise. Wishing to the sky that it wasn't noticeable and Tomura would stop. He didn’t. It was in that moment he decided pressing a finger against your entrance would bring out more noises. The digit slipping in with minimal effort and adding more pleasure to this mix as he sucked your clit.

If your mother heard anything, she didn't make it known. The floorboards outside of your door creaking with the shifting of her weight. “Well, maybe we can get ice cream or something tomorrow. Have a little girl’s day?” The silence is palpable as she waits for an answer that won't come. “Okay well, goodnight sweetie. See you in the morning.”

You don’t know what you're more grateful for; the sound of her receding steps or that fact that Tomura wasn't cruel and waited until the telltale sound of a door opening and closing rang through the air before adding another finger and curling them. This time you couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped you, hands gripping the cotton of your duvet.

“Aw, how sweet,” Tomura started, sitting up while adding a thumb to your sensitive nub and rubbing slow circles to replace his mouth. “She wants to have a little girls’ day with you.”

His mocking tone would have gotten a reaction out of you any other time, but right now you were so close. On the precipice of an orgasm that’s been drawn out for far too long. You could only look at him with half lidded eyes as his fingers worked like magic sending you closer and closer, your breath hitching as you finally, finally reached the climax. Body shaking pleasure cascades over you like a tidal wave.

“There we go,” Tomura whispers, giving your cunt a playful tap after letting you ride the sensation out. He pulls away completely to take off his sweatpants and underwear, cock already hard and leaking. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips at the sight and you hear his breathless chuckle. “I’ll let you have a taste next time, but right now, I can't wait any longer.”

It was only when he began to line up with your entrance that you absently wondered about the lack of condoms you owned. You look up at him, question burning on your tongue but he only grins at you, and you swore in that moment he was a mind reader. “I didn’t bring any with me, sorry,” his voice was far from apologetic as he stroked his cock, rubbing the head between your folds and against your clit, slick soaking the head. “But don't worry,” he continued, leaning forward and you felt the pressure at your entrance, excitement buzzing through your veins. “I’ll pull out.”

Whether you believed him or not didn’t matter, you had no time to process a thought as he began stretching you to the limit with his size. A gasp escaped your parted lips as the sickeningly sweet feeling of being stretched too far too fast took over. He gave you a minute to adjust, even as his cock twitched in anticipation of movement. The grip he had on your hips was tight enough to bruise and you knew it was taking a lot of his self control to wait for you.

He pressed on, figuring it had been long enough and bottomed out with a sigh. Your walls clenched around him and swore you could cum from the stretch alone. After giving you a second to breathe he pulled back, almost pulling out, only to snap his hips back forward into you. Your head lolled onto the pillow, hand coming up once more to mute the moans dragging from your body. Tomura hoists your legs onto each side of his shoulders,bending them forward and successfully folding you like a lawn chair as he started his aggressive pace, forcing your tight heat to clench around his cock.

“Oh, fuck…” you couldn’t help but mutter as you struggled to hold off your already approaching orgasm.

Tomura saw this as a challenge. “What? You gonna cum on my cock?” he mocked, pace wild and rough, leaving you gasping as you shut your eyes, not ready to admit how right he was. “It's okay,” he continued, leaning closer and allowing his dick to press deeper inside you. The drag hitting the bundle of nerves inside and nearly sending you over the edge. “Come on, cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

Those words push you over, hips convulsing as your legs shake and it takes Tomura slapping a hand over your mouth this time to quiet you. You couldn’t focus on anything else, let alone keeping quiet. Your body felt light and Tomura fucked you through it. His pace grew more erratic as his grinning face became one of focus, brows furrowing as his eyes shut and he focused on his pleasure. Your pussy squeezing around him making it harder for him to stave off his own nearing climax. You were worried that at this point you were both too far gone. The silence of the home would leave the messy noises between you both loud and clear for the entire house to hear. Tomura was great at keeping his composure but the soft groans coming from your lover only showed how much he was losing his grip.

“Can’t– fuck, sorry–” you didn’t have time to decipher his strange words, your curious eyes meeting his face to gauge his expression before you feel it.

His cock twitches inside you, seed painting your insides white as his thrusts didn't slow. He was hammering away at your insides, only pumping his cum further into you. You feel so full, the warmth spreading over your body like a blanket. He came in you. Even though he said he wouldn’t, he did. The worst part about it? You don’t care. It's invigorating. You feel even more attached to him. Even closer. You want more.

Overstimulated and weak, you whimpered, thoughts swimming as Tomura finally came down from high. Slowing his thrusts and panting heavily. Your heart is drumming against your chest as he removes your sore legs from his shoulders. Shuddering as he slips out of your tight heat, feeling the cum dripping out of you and onto your sheets.

The bed dipped as he took his place next to you. Out of breath and eyes focused on the ceiling. Your ears were ringing with the sudden quietness of it all. Things felt different, heavy.

“You could always just not tell them.” It was Tomura who broke the silence first. “Act sad, mope around, and then come see me at night.”

You glanced over, vaguely registering the sweat cooling on your body. You would need to get up and get cleaned up soon. “Yeah, but if they catch me–”

“They won't. I’ll teach you how.” he turns towards you, bringing a hand to your chin to make you face him. There’s a fuzzy feeling turning in your chest and the familiarity of heat rising to your cheeks is starting to drive you mad. His grin is enamoring, red eyes almost glowing with mischief in the moonlight. “I’ll show you the ropes.”

There's an ache that tugs at your chest as you nod. “Okay.”

You are so fucked.

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he calls you clingy (pt. 2)

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pt. 1

jisung

your fingers pressed keys like you were running on autopilot. it had been hours since your argument with jisung at the convenience store and you had no time to so much as even process how upset you were still about it. instead, your eyes stayed glued to the laptop screen, the same way it had been for the past few hours, all the way from the afternoon to well into the night.

you stretched a little, feeling delirious at this point. the soft, continuous grumbles in your stomach had quickly morphed into a gnawing, unbearable pain. you were starving, and with no money in your pockets and your food with jisung, you were stuck sipping on water to momentarily satiate you.

not only were you running on a stomach so empty it felt like it was trying to digest itself, but you were beyond exhausted. you had been hunched in the same position for the entire time you had been in the library, only getting up once to use the restroom. the worst part was that you still had a whole page left to write, and it was only a matter of time until the library closed. even with finals scheduling, the library would close at midnight---only half an hour from now.

you sighed, focusing back in on your paper, praying you would be able to finish it in the remaining time. you typed quickly, putting in your best effort. just as you had gotten back into your paper, a familiar voice perked your ears up.

“y/n? y/n! are you here?” jisung’s loud voice permeated the quiet library, making you cringe. you knew he’d be getting shushed by the librarian any second now and just as you thought it, an aggressive “shhh!” came just in time, making jisung apologize in a still very audible “sorry”.

as much as you wanted to turn and lead him to you, you were still pissed. he didn’t come for you when you walked away from him, you weren’t going to help him find you after the fact. you went back to work, letting him search cluelessly. it’s the very least he should suffer after what he’d put you through earlier in the day. you yawned, getting back to your work.

“y/n! did you not hear me yell for you?” you heard a voice next to you whisper-yell suddenly. you jumped, turning to face an obviously stressed out jisung.

“I did.” you muttered plainly, turning back to your work, “I don’t have time for you right now. you can leave.”

you saw jisung flinch a little at your callous tone, but you didn’t care even a little. you were busy and if he got to be an asshole, you could be a little selfish and worry about your own issues, too.

“y/n, please, we need to talk.” he said in exasperation.

“again, I’m busy. leave.”

“I’m sorry!” he blurted out.

“I don’t care, jisung. you had literal hours to do this, where the hell were you?” you sighed, “and besides, right now is not a good time. I need to finish this.” you mumbled.

“I thought you needed space. y/n, please---”

“jisung. go. home.” you said sternly, eyes never leaving the computer.

he gulped, finally relenting to your tone, but not before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

“I will wait outside until you’re done.” he told you firmly, turning and speeding off before you got a chance to protest.

you just sighed. you checked the time---twenty minutes. you just needed to crank out another half a page and you would be done. you forced yourself to keep your eyes open and ignore the aches in your stomach as you willed yourself to continue typing.

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you stretched, feeling accomplished as you stumbled out of the doors of your school library fifteen minutes past midnight. the librarian kindly let you finish your paper after a desperate plea and you turned in the paper early. you would be able to focus on other things now, like studying for your upcoming exams and---

“y/n!”

jisung.

you didn’t walks towards him, letting him come over to you to talk. you didn’t say anything, not wanting to deal with the hurt he’d caused even now. you held your breath as you waited for him to join you.

“babe,” he sighed. “I’m so sorry.”

“are you?” you replied nonchalantly, rolling your eyes.

“I-I am! I feel really terrible about how I treated you a-and it wasn’t fair to you.” he stuttered, picking at the skin of his fingers.

you hummed, feeling the exhaustion settle into you once again. “I don’t forgive you.” you said.

“w-what?” he grabbed your arm abruptly, making you face him. “why?” he asked meekly.

you took a deep, deep breath before you finally decided to spill. “you basically called me a needy bitch in front of the convenience store employee and made me seem like a clingy child. not to mention, you didn’t even bother to find me to apologize until hours after the fact. there’s literally no excuse for that, jisung. you had no right to make me feel so awful.” you sniffled a little as the hurt hit you again like a fresh wave.

“I know there’s no excuse, y/n. that’s why all I can say is that I’m really sorry. I mean it, I really do.” he said softly, looking down.

“whatever, I just want to go home.” you mumbled. you clearly weren’t going to get an explanation from him and you were too tired to put up a fight. you just wanted to go home, raid the fridge, and then knock out.

you both walked home in silence, neither one of you wanting to break the tension between you both. as you finally arrived to your apartment, jisung opened the door and let you in first. he made a beeline for the bedroom without a word, closing the door behind him as a way to tell you he needed to be alone. you rolled your eyes and sighed. of course he needed to be alone once again, even after being without you for the whole day.

you shedded your jacket and left it on the couch. you headed straight to the kitchen, looking for something that would satiate you. but as you passed the dining table you saw a covered bowl with a sticky note stuck to it.

my y/n,

it isn’t a lot and I know it isn’t enough for me to earn your forgiveness but I hope it’s enough to fill your stomach for now. I’m so sorry, and I love you always.

jisung

you uncovered the bowl and found a big serving of omurice, decorated with lots of cut up vegetables and a cute ketchup heart to top it. it was falling apart but it warmed your heart. you were touched; it was obvious jisung had worked really hard on it, and considering how he was usually terrible at cooking to the point where he never tried, this was a big step of sincerity from him. it was as if you could feel his apology radiating from the warm meal.

you made your way straight to your bedroom without a second thought, ignoring the obvious sign of jisung wanting to be alone and bursting through the door. you were met with a jisung curled up in bed, completely wrapped up in the sheets and staring up at the ceiling. his head snapped towards you.

“thank you for cooking for me.” you gulped, as you met his eyes.

he looked at you blankly, blinking a couple times. he then started tearing up, and a few spilled tears soon became an unstoppable faucet pouring out of his eyes.

you rushed over to him, wiping the tears as he cried loudly.

“I’m r-really s-sorry, y-you know that r-right?” he wailed, wrapping his blanket-covered arms around you.

“I know, I know. it’s okay.” you rubbed his back to soothe him.

“I just wanted to be alone and I took it too far and I know I shouldn’t have been so harsh, you’re never too clingy for me, I shouldn’t have ever accused you of something so stupid, and I should’ve ran after you, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” he rambled, holding you tighter.

you shushed him lightly, holding him tightly and telling him everything was okay. you both stayed like that until jisung had finally calmed down from full waterworks to an occasional soft hiccup. you slowly pulled away to meet his eyes. you smiled a little to reassure him and he returned it, sniffling lightly. he stood up and grabbed your hand.

“come on, I’m gonna watch you eat every last bite. my poor baby must be starving.” he pouted, dragging you to the dining table.

“what if it’s bad?” you quirked an eyebrow at him as you sat down at the table.

“you’ll eat it anyway because you’re hungry and you love me so much.” he nodded with conviction, scooping the food into your mouth.

“mmm...salty.” you mumbled as you chewed.

“hmmm what was that? it’s good? thank you, baby.” he complimented himself as he shoveled another bite into your already full mouth.

you laughed loudly, almost choking on your food, making jisung laugh with you.

felix

the doorknob of your front door jingling and creaking open is what awakens you from your deep sleep. you groaned, slowly opening your eyes to see felix bent down and undoing his shoes.

“hey, baby! I missed you so much earlier today and changbin said I should come down here and sleep at your place instead of the dorms and I thought it was such a great idea, I have so much to talk to you about---” he rambled on as he put his jacket away and put his shoes on the shoe rack.

you don’t say anything as he shuffles around, immediately sending warning signals off in felix’s head. he finally turned to look at your spot on the sofa and his eyes widened as he took in your bleak appearance.

“y/n...what’s wrong?” he asked softly, rushing over to comfort you, “bad day, baby?” he whispered, going to wrap his arms around you. you flinched out of grip and stood up abruptly, walking away from him with no particular destination in mind. you just couldn’t stand to be comforted by the same person who had put you in this awful condition in the first place.

“y/n?” the panic in his voice was clear as day, “did I do something, love? come on, let’s talk about it. please?” he scurried towards you anxiously, gently gripping your wrist. he stood behind you, waiting for you to open up. you gulped and sighed shakily.

“go back to the dorms, I’m tired and you woke me up.” your voice cracked as you walked away from him and into your bedroom, locking the door so you could break down.

“y-y/n!” he knocked against the door, “baby, please tell me what’s wrong.” he yelled in distress. you curled up in your bed, using your pillow to muffle your crying. you didn’t even notice the knocking stop after a while past the sound of your own sobs. you couldn’t be bothered to check what happened, too exhausted by your emotions and an entirely too overwhelming day. you soon fell asleep to the sound of your own hiccuping cries.

♡♡♡

you woke up the next morning feeling renewed and with a fresh perspective. you washed your face in the bathroom and combed out your hair. after a long night of sporadic crying and contemplating, you had made up your mind, deciding you would give felix exactly what he wanted. if he thought you needed too much attention, then you could just stop seeking that attention from him. as much as it made your heart ache, you swallowed the pain and told yourself this was what felix wanted. you headed out of the bedroom and found felix at the foot of your door.

“y/n? are you alright, baby? do you want to talk about last night?” felix shot up right away, shaking all signs of drowsiness off as soon as he saw you.

“I’m fine, just a rough day at work.” you smiled, walking past him. you made your coffee as he joined you in the kitchen.

“you’re sure?” he asked cautiously, wrapping his arms around your waist. you froze up a little, not leaning into his touch like you would usually.

you hummed and ignored the suspicious look on his face. you poured your coffee and quickly rushed out of the kitchen.

“you aren’t making mine?” he pouted. it was your daily routine to make both of your coffees, but you couldn’t. not anymore, anyways.

“nope, gotta head out. bye, lix.” you said quickly, not even stopping to kiss him or tell him “I love you”.

“alright, I love you!” he yelled after you. a door shutting was the only reply he received.

♡♡♡

as much as your sudden cold attitude bothered felix, he knew he didn’t have time right now to worry about it. it weighed heavy on him though, and the members could tell as soon as he started practicing.

“you alright, lix?” chan asked him, throwing him a water bottle, “it’s not like you to miss steps, especially in the chorus.”

“I don’t know, hyung,” he sighed, “y/n’s been acting weird. she hasn’t texted all day, she didn’t stay to eat with us yesterday and then she texted earlier saying she couldn’t come by for lunch after practice, either. I’m just confused and worried.” he spilled to his best friend.

“well, did you try to talk to her? maybe she’s just busy with work.” chan suggested.

“no, I know y/n. and I’ve seen her busy with work, and this isn’t it. there is something else bothering her, but she won’t talk to me about it.” he sat down, feeling defeated.

“go home early today. you’re not gonna get anything done here when your mind is somewhere else.” chan said, patting him on the back before heading back to practice.

felix didn’t argue with him at all. he wanted nothing more than to go home to you and relieve some of the anxiety he felt. he quickly packed his things and waved a goodbye to the members before heading to your apartment. he walked slowly, thinking through all of the things he wanted to ask you. his mind raced as he thought of all the possible reasons you could be acting the way you did. he walked up the familiar stairs of your apartment complex and took a deep breath as he stood in front of your door. he let himself in and saw you watching tv on the couch.

“hey.” he announced his presence as he took his shoes and jacket off.

“hi.” you said shortly, glancing at him for a quick second before going back to the show. not just any show either, but the show you were watching together with felix.

“you’re watching without me?” his heart sank. even if it was a small thing, it hurt him.

“yeah, I got tired of waiting, sorry.” you mumbled, not looking at him.

“y/n.”

“hm?”

“we need to talk.”

“about...?”

he grabbed the remote out of your hand abruptly, quickly shutting off the tv and standing in front of you.

“baby, what is the matter? I know you and this isn’t like you at all. talk to me, please?” he asked desperately, sitting next to you on the sofa and holding your hand in between his. you stayed silent, not wanting to look at him. you knew the second you did, you wouldn’t be able to keep your guard up any longer. you avoided his eyes, pulling your hand away from him.

“I’m fine.” you muttered, picking at the fabric of your pants to distract yourself.

“no, you’re not,” felix’s voice cracked, “and it’s killing me that you won’t tell me. I’m so worried I can’t even eat, sleep, or work, I can’t think of anything except you.” you knew that tone in his voice too well and it sent a rush of panic through your spine. he weeped quietly, trying to hide the soft whimpers that escaped him and wiping his cheeks furiously.

you got up, suddenly feeling suffocated. you rushed to the bedroom so you could let your tears run free away from felix. the tears rolled down your face freely and even the clamped hand over your mouth wasn’t enough to hide the sobs rising from within you. as much as you wanted to hold it together for felix, you couldn’t stand the sight of him upset or hurting. it was too much for your heart to bear.

you heard the sound of light footsteps enter the bedroom as you cried. in the midst of your panic, you realized that you’d neglected to lock the door behind you. you felt felix’s arms snake around your waist as he pulled you flush against him. he buried his face into your shoulder, saying nothing.

“what’s hurting my baby this much, hm?” he whispered into your ear, still sniffling and tearing up.

you turned to face him, putting some distance between the both of you. you couldn’t stand it anymore. this was clearly hurting you more than you could handle and it wasn’t making felix happy either, so what was the point? you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“you think I’m clingy and needy for attention! I overheard you talking to chan y-yesterday so don’t even try lying!” you wailed out, crying inconsolably.

“is that what this is about?” he cried out.

“so it’s true?” you yelled out, crying even harder at his immediate acceptance.

“y/n, oh my god! if you had just listened for another five seconds none of this would’ve happened,” he held your face with both hands, wiping your tears aways with his thumbs. “I did say you were clingy and that you needed a lot more attention than what I’m used to. but I love those things about you, baby. I love taking care of you, it makes me so happy. and I love that you do just as much for me.” he smiled through his tears as he looked you in the eyes.

“really? you said that?” you sniffled.

“yes, I swear! do you want me to call chan? I can call him, he’ll tell you the same thing, I promise.”

“I believe you.” you hiccuped. you reached over and wiped his tears as he wiped yours.

“I love you.” he sighed contently, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the top of your head firmly.

“I love you, too.” you mumbled into his chest.

“if you really love me,” he quipped, “you’ll restart the new episode so we can watch together.”

“okay, come on!” you giggled, running back to the living room with his hand tightly holding yours.

seungmin

you woke up with a soft groan as your eyes met the pitch black darkness of your living room. your neck and back ached as you sat up and checked the time on your phone.

4:50 a.m.

you sighed, getting up to use the bathroom when you stumbled on something hard in front of you.

“shit!” you yelled, catching yourself on the coffee table before you fell.

“what, what happened?” the something, or someone rather, in front of you said frantically as he shot up from his sleep.

“seungmin? why the hell are you asleep on the floor?” you asked him, bewildered.

“are you okay, first of all?” he asked, still catching his breath from the adrenaline rush of being kicked awake.

“yes, I’m fine. explain yourself.” you crossed you arms and looked down at him.

he stayed quiet, picking at his fingers and pulling the blanket on him closer to his chest. seeing he wasn’t budging, you sighed and turned.

“wh-where are you going?” he blurted out.

“the bathroom. you figure out an explanation before I come back.” you yawned, walking away to use the restroom. you took your time, trying hard to fight the drowsiness that kept washing over you. you hated being awake at this time of the night, and knowing the conversation waiting ahead of you, you dreaded leaving the comfort of your bathroom even more.

after a solid fifteen minutes, you dragged yourself back to the living room, where seungmin had moved up onto the couch with his blanket. he passed you a cup of tea as you sat next to him and pulled your blanket over you. he took a deep breath and looked down at his own cup.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he mumbled, “how could I? when you were asleep in the living room by yourself? I couldn’t stop thinking about something bad happening. what if someone came in and hurt you?” he sighed shakily, “so I thought I should come sleep next to you, even if it meant sleeping on the floor. then, if something did happen, I could protect you.” he looked to the side, clearly embarrassed at how vulnerable he was being with you.

you reached out and intertwined your fingers with his and kissed the top of his hand. “I’m really grateful for you,” you smiled weakly, “but we do still have to talk about what you said before we went to sleep.” you reminded him.

he cringed at the memory before he spoke up again. “I’m sorry. I know it’s no excuse but practice has been exhausting me to the point where I can’t even think about anything other than resting. I know you meant well trying to get me to eat, you always do. I’m grateful for it---for you---even if I have a shitty way of showing it.” he gave you an apologetic half smile as you leaned on his shoulder and hummed.

“to be fair, i was kind of pushy.” you chuckled.

“you were right to be, I would’ve done the same if it was you.” he nodded.

“well, the sun is already rising and we both skipped dinner, so...” you thought carefully, “you’re forgiven if you pay for breakfast.” you winked.

“deal! go put on your jacket.” he said giddily, getting up to grab his own.

jeongin

you huffed, still buzzing from the anger of the situation that happened only moments ago. you couldn’t believe jeongin lied about you to his friends so blatantly like that, making you look bad just so he could save face. you buckled yourself into your car and took a deep breath, trying to calm down a little before driving. you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to drive while your emotions were raging, but you had to get away from the dorms, and jeongin, as soon as possible to escape the embarrassment you felt.

you drove off towards your home, your mind wandering as you tried to think about anything but jeongin. you sighed, hoping for your phone to go off any moment with a text or call from jeongin soon. as upset as you were, you didn’t want something so stupid to jeopardize your relationship.

as if it read your mind, your phone started ringing. you snapped your head towards the passenger seat to see who it was out of instinct. you went to check your phone and subconsciously started steering towards the right. out of nowhere, your steering was met with a harsh stop and you jerked forward, hitting your chest against the steering wheel. you groaned at the pain, looking up to see that you had hit a pole to the side of the road when you had gotten distracted.

the phone kept ringing as you reached over to grab it, feeling an agonizing pain shoot through your abdomen. you declined the call coming from jeongin and dialed for an ambulance.

♡♡♡

you laid quietly in the hospital bed, breathing shallowly to not aggravate the pain you were in. the doctor checked you carefully before turning to let you know your condition.

“alright, y/n, looks like you just strained your neck a little and have a bruised rib. these will heal on their own with some time, but I’ll prescribe some meds to help with the pain.” the doctor told you, smiling as you nodded.

“we’ve contacted your guardian to come get you. you can fill out the release papers in the meantime.” the nurse said, handing you a clipboard.

you gulped, filling out the information as you thought of how jeongin was probably reacting to being told you were at the hospital for a car accident. just moments later, you heard his voice fill the hospital with a panicked air as he asked the receptionist for you. you felt his eyes on you as the receptionist directed him towards you. you heard his hurried steps as he walked to where you were.

“y/n! oh my god, baby, are you okay? they said you were in an accident, but they didn’t tell me how bad it was, let me check you.” he started poking at you immediately, lifting your arms and legs to check for bruising. you hissed loudly as he tilted your head, feeling the burning pain in your neck from the strain.

“shit, did I hurt you?” he gasped as he stepped away from you.

“I’m okay,” you sighed, “ just a strained neck and a bruised rib.” you mumbled.

“I’m so sorry about earlier, y/n. I was out of line lying like that just to save face in front of the boys. I told them the truth right after you left.” he looked down, ashamed.

“it’s okay, but if you ever do it again, jeongin, I won’t be so forgiving. that shit hurts.” you sighed, receiving an earnest nod from him.

“I promise. now tell me, what happened, y/n?” he asked you gently, holding your hands and crouching to meet your eyes.

“it’s not important.” you muttered. you knew jeongin, and you knew if you told him that the reason you crashed your car was to answer his call, it would crush him.

“ please?” he coaxed you, squeezing your hands.

“I-I went to check my phone and got distracted,” you whispered.

he dropped your hands right away, getting up and distancing himself from you, “jeongin---”

“It’s my fault, I’m sorry.” he stood away from you, not daring to look at you. he was tearing up and you knew it. the guilt was evident on his face as he wiped his face harshly, “I’m sorry.” his voice cracked.

“jeongin, why would it be your fault? it’s just an unfortunate situation. besides, I’m okay.” you smiled at him, slowly getting up to get closer to him.

“you might’ve not been.” he sighed shakily.

“but I am. and that’s what matters.” you hugged him cautiously, cringing a little at the pain radiating from your ribs.

“hey come on, sit down, you’re already in so much pain.” he nagged, leading you back to the hospital bed.

“baby, can I ask something from you?” he turned to listen to you.

“anything.” he nodded intently.

“get me out of here.” you moaned.

“on it!” he chuckled, kissing you on the forehead and getting up.

#skz angst #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz headcanons #skz imagines #skz reactions #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids reactions #stray kids headcanons #stray kids angst #skz han #skz scenarios #skz #skz felix #skz seungmin #skz i.n #skz jisung #skz jeongin

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euaphora · 7 months

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hi sorry to ask but do you mind writing about more about Dave Lizewski (I think that’s how u spell it?)

summary: usually he’s sweet and acts right, but today he wanted to act nonchalant towards you so had to remind him where he stands.

Before you two even dated, he would follow you at night from a distance and watch you through your window. If someone else saw it in any way they wanted, they’d think he was stalking you. Which wasn’t the case.

He would hurry up with any work needing done with the new weapons that were going to be used for the next mission and ran out the door just in time to see you get ready for bed. He had done this for months before you asked him to come over to do the project your teacher assigned you to do, leading on from there.

He hated that class but always seemed to be passing since he really had no one to talk with to get distracted with the work. Once he started talking to you more in that class, he would slip with his grades and even got into a small argument with his dad over him failing.

The morning after the argument with his dad, he felt so upset with everything, giving attitude towards everyone including his teachers which almost made him getting sent to detention—even though he was completely unfazed with the security guard taking him to the office after Dave insisted that he wasn’t going to do the work. Which that even got him more upset because his dad had to come in and have a conference meeting with the assistant principal. Around lunch time he sat across from you which made you ask him, “everything okay?”. He just shrugged his shoulders, which slight pissed you off. You went about your couple minutes left for lunch by eating you homemade pasta you have packed for the two of you—which he didn’t eat since he had been daydreaming on how he would get back at his teachers and father— you up from your small bento lunch kit bowl and see him staring down at a random stain on the table. You were so confused but mad that he didn’t even give an explanation.

He walks you to your next period after lunch was over but stayed quiet the entire time and just made small hums when you would ramble about your day.

He could never be mad at you but he would get quiet and just mumble little things to make sure you know he was listening. You fixated your for eyes up towards his hooded ones, “did you get enough sleep, baby?” you ask him while running your thumb across a small part of his forearm while the rest of your hand is wrapped around his left arm.

Walking towards his last period of the day, he gets pulled into an empty classroom and gets pinned to the wall, whatthefuck?

He sees you with your arms crossed and with a pouty look, making him smile a little. “What’s up with you?” He asks, trying to keep his act. Which only made you even more mad but you decided to take that to your advantage since apparently we are acting what we aren’t.

“I missed you . . so much in class, baby.” You say, voice getting softer with ever word as you slowly get on your knees. “Yeah?” He asked, looking down at you, getting the hint on what your going to do next. “Yeah, can I show you how much I love you?”

He just nods— pissing you off already with the ways he keeps trying to push his act even further— watching you pull his pants along with his briefs as you pull it out. He slightly groans as he watches you tease the tip then slipping his cock into your mouth. “Mmm— keep going, baby.”

Head game was so strong he felt his hips stutter while trying to shove more of him deep inside.

As soon as he says that, you pull him out your mouth— making him furrow his brows in confusion— looking down at your naked figure which just made him hard all over again as you watched his tip get a dark red shade and his cock bolt up again.

“W-why did you do that I thought-”

“What? You thought what, huh, that you were gonna be able to cum in my mouth with how filthy yours was when I asked if you were okay? No sweet boy, you don’t deserve anything. Especially after being so rude to me, you should feel bad for the way you acted towards me.”

You get off your knees and fix you makeup— all smudged from the amount of sucking you were doing which made everything come off— he watches you look at yourself in your small mirror while he’s leaned back against the teachers desk with his cock still out, giving it small strokes while he watches you.

“I never meant any of that, I was just…eing a dick and I’m sorry but please do something,” he says with those little whines he always makes at the end when you tease him, clearly referring to his little problem.

“Fine but we do this my way. Starting off with you on your knees this time.”

He must have heard you talking in some sort of secret morse code manner with the way his body was completely frozen, he watches you stand still— not moving an inch to prove to him you weren’t messing around— and slowly goes down to his knees while still making eye contact with you.

He automatically feels a hard sting across his right cheek and immediately holds it, looking up at you and furrows his brows. You just look down towards him and told your head. “This doesn’t even come close with the way you acted today.”

“Why did you have to slap-” then another one across his left cheek now,”you don’t seem to get what’s going on here david.”

He slightly widens his eyes at the name, “I messed up and I know that but don’t call me by my first name you know I hate when you do that.”

You kneel down to meet his eyes and wrap your hands around his tip as the pre-cum is being used as lube, “I’ll call you whatever I want and your just going to have to deal with it just like the way you acted the way you wanted to.”

He lets out a simple hum, approving of your previous mentions. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t mad mad at you from the start, he shouldn’t even be acting like that around you.

He quickly whines and start moving his upwards to create more friction. With your other clean hand you play with his curls in between your fingers and give him a warm smile before pulling harshly at his tip and harshly on his curls.

He doesn’t say anything this time but gives you a small smile before feeling your soft lips crash with his, following your lips once you pull away, “does that feel good, baby?”

“A-amazing but I’m almost close…” he whimpers out, breathe sounding heavy and pants coming out of him. Before you could tell him how good of a job he was doing you feel hot ropes of white liquid splatter all over your hands and thighs.

He slowly gets up and pulls out his hand, helping you by getting tissues off the teachers desk. “Im sorry for the way I acted, I had no right to put my anger out on you..even if I was just ignoring you, it still wasn’t right of me.”

You just give him a small nod and walk out.

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simjaeyvn · 7 months

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pairing: heeseung x reader

summary: you weren’t meant to be getting jealous at all, friends with benefits had boundaries but shit lee heeseung looked so fucking good in his story.

warnings: oral sex (m receiving), swearing (??), mentions of weed nd alcohol like once lol

note: not proofread + pretty rushed but i js wanted to write smth to post cus i disappeared due to uni sorry

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The one word spills from your lips repeatedly as you stare intensely into the screen of your phone. Your fuck buddy, Lee Heeseung had posted himself, in his all black fit with his hair slightly damp and messy. You couldn’t tell if you were upset, mad or amused but what you did know was that you wanted to give him the suck of his life. But who was he trying to impress with his story? You frown at the thought of him trying to impress another girl and it’s only worse because it was definitely going to work. Heeseung was hot, really hot, as if sculpted by Aphrodite herself. The friends with benefits thing you had going on started when you guys were both tipsy and horny, things led to another and you both couldn’t deny how good the sex was and that is how the agreement all started.

Your focus on his story gets interrupted when you hear your roommate, Chaewon, squeal. Which gains all of your attention, of course, probably gained the attention of everyone who lived on the same floor as you two.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Have you seen Heeseung’s story? He is so fine.” Oh, and you guys were private. Not even private, secret. It was hard not telling your best friend you had been railed by Heeseung on the couch she’s fangirling over him on.

“He’s okay,” you say. It did bother you knowing other girls were having this reaction but it was worse when you weren’t in the position to be mad nor jealous. You weren’t familiar with the concept of feelings, they were confusing to tell apart. Romantic, platonic, etc, it was all too much so you stuck to denying anything you felt but there was something about Heeseung. Maybe it was the way he treated you after sex or the way he wouldn’t forget to smile and wave at you when he saw you on campus. There was just something about him that made you want him for yourself but you knew you’d have to give him up. It did piss you off, were you not enough? He said he wasn’t looking for anything serious but he goes around and posts this. You, yourself couldn’t tell if you were overreacting but you didn’t like the jealousy you felt one bit. Lifting yourself up from your shared couch with Chaewon, you turn to her to ask, “Are we going to Jay’s party?"

“Well no shit! Who are we to turn down a party?” She scoffs, hand on her chest to seem offended. You giggle and throw a pillow at her before walking into your room and shoving your face in the comfort of your pillows. The peaceful moment is interrupted by the notification noise coming from your phone. Groaning as you turn yourself around and lift up the screen to meet your eye level.

hee: hey pretty ;) hee: u going to jay’s party?

It takes everything in you not to reply or even open the message. He can post himself all he wants, he’ll just have to deal with a pissed you. You swear you can see a light bulb glowing above your head as you decide to continue the concept of staying pissed at him. How dare he post himself looking that good and then go to a party? Lee Heeseung was on thin ice. Jumping up from your bed, you open your closet and skim it to find the tightest, shortest dress you own. Pulling out a small black dress that hid in the back of your closet, you hum to yourself in satisfaction. Upon getting ready, you hear your phone vibrate. Unlocking the screen as you frown seeing the contact name.

hee: angel? why arent u answering? hee: do u need to be picked up?

This game was far more amusing than you thought it’d be. You lock your phone screen and wait for Chaewon in your shared living room. “Let’s go!” She yells enthusiastically.

One step in and the aroma of weed and beer dominates your nostrils. Your eyes roam around the house looking for a familiar face because Chaewon had met a cute guy out in the front of the house so now you were alone. Your eyes land on Jake in the kitchen, he waves, and you walk over. When you’re in arms reach, he hands you a cup of beer.

“You look good,” he compliments with a smug smile. Jake was cute, very cute but he was Heeseung’s best friend so any plan you wanted with him would be dismissed because he was also very nice. He was very committed to the concept of ‘Bro Code,’ which you respected.

“Thank you Jake,” you giggle before taking a sip out of the red plastic cup. You learn your body against the counter as you listen to Jake’s frustration over a girl.

“She gives me these signs but then she ghosts me. It’s annoying! How’s Heeseung though?” Jake asks, which surprises you. You were so focused on him talking about the girl, you don’t even know how he slipped Heeseung into the conversation.

“Heeseung? Well, he’s something.” You reply, eyes staring at the liquid in your cup.

“Better put a collar on him, did you see his story?” Jake laughs, gently pushing your shoulder as you laugh with him. “Oh. Speak of the devil.” You look up to ask Jake what he had meant but you’re already being pulled by your wrist across the house.

“Fuck! What the fuck? Let go!” You try to protest as you struggle loosening the grip. The hand lets go when you’re in a bathroom, you wait to see who the hell dragged you here as the figure locks the door. Once he turns around you curse yourself. “What the fuck Heeseung?!” You yell.

“Angel, you didn’t answer my texts. Didn’t even try to find me here and I see you talking to my best friend.” He says, you could tell he was tense. Why did he care? You guys weren’t anything official anyway, he had no reason to be caring but you also had no reason to be jealous.

“Why do you care? Move, let me go back.” You walk to unlock the door but you're pinned against the door before you can utter another word. Heeseung’s eyes meet yours, they’re dark, and full of lust. He looked mad, but he looked really hot at the same time.

“Why are you acting like such a brat for fucks sake?” He growls, moving one hand on your hip and the other cupping your jaw.

“Maybe if you hadn’t posted yourself for those other bitches.” You spit, turning your head to face anything but him. But he forcefully turned your head back to him. A smirk now on his face. Wow, you were one dumb motherfucker for admitting your jealousy.

“What? Was my angel jealous?” He says teasingly. You nod slowly, struggling to do so in his tight grip. “But baby, you made me all upset since you ignored me. Gonna make it up to me?” You nod with a smile on your face, knowing what he had meant. He smiles back before chasing your lips with his own. It doesn’t take 5 seconds before you’re kissing him back. As the kiss deepens, you push him back into the sink. You absolutely hated how weak you were for him. His teeth nip at your bottom lip so you allow his tongue to slip in. You cup his clothed dick with your hand which causes him to whine. Heeseung pulls back from the kiss and a string of saliva can be seen.

“Fuck angel, suck me off.” You lower yourself onto your knees as he undoes his belt and pulls down his jeans and boxers in one go. No matter how many times you’ve seen this sight, you still drool every time you see his bare cock. So thick, red and perfect for you. You wrap your hand around the base and pepper the tip with kisses whilst looking up at him before fitting as much as you can in your mouth. A low groan escapes his lips, and you love it. It gets difficult to control your gag reflex but you're so determined to make him feel good. He grabs your hair and wraps it into a makeshift ponytail. You can feel his tip brush against the back of your throat as you bob your head forward, not breaking any eye contact with him.

“Fuck, needa fuck your mouth baby.” You hum against his cock as a sign of agreement, your hands move to rest on his thighs as he uses you. “Mouth feels so baby.” He moans, eyes shut and his head thrown back. One of his hands grip onto the sink as the other holds your hair up in a ponytail and the prettiest noises leave his lips.

“Gonna cum-, gonna cum in your mouth, angel.” He pants before reaching his high, releasing in your mouth. “Open your mouth.” You open your mouth, showing him his release. “Swallow.” He commands, and you obey. You stick your tongue out again, showing him again and he swears he can cum again just from the sight.

“Sorry for earlier,” you mutter under your breath as you stand up. He smiles down at you, tucking himself back in his pants. “I’m sorry, I'll make it up to you, yeah? Let’s go to your apartment.”

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #heeseung hard hours #lee heeseung imagines #heeseung x reader #enhypen imagines #heeseung drabbles

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mysteryshoptls · 5 days

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SR Jamil Viper - Luxe Couture Vignette

"If I let this opportunity pass me by"

[Fairest City – Crystal Galleria]

Jamil: So, this is the "world's most beautiful plaza", the luxury shopping arcade Crystal Galleria.

Jamil: It's no wonder that the passage is lined with high-brand shops.

Ace: Woah! I totally dig those clothes in that shop's window! I'ma check 'em out.

Jamil: Hey, Ace! Ah man, I'll go and bring him back.

[Grim, Vil, and Azul look exasperated]

Shop Staff A: Welcome～!

Ace: Woooah! There's a ton of cool-lookin' clothes and accessories! This's so awesome!

Jamil: Hey… Don't just run off on your own. Come on, we're heading back to Vil-senpai.

Ace: It's just a little peek～ I saw somethin' I liked. Like see, like this T-shirt…

Ace: …Urk, it costs 100,000 Madol [1,000 Thaumarks]! That's waaay too expensive for me!

Jamil: That price is fairly standard for a high-brand shop… Hm?

Jamil: This stitching… It's pretty shoddy. Looks like they're using pretty low-quality cotton, too.

Jamil: Strangely, this doesn't look like the sort of thing that would be sold at this price.

Ace: Huh? Aren't T-shirts all made of the same stuff?

Jamil: Sure. But high-brand T-shirts are generally made with high-quality cotton.

Jamil: Better quality cotton is soft and have a nice feel to it.

Jamil: Not only does it not wrinkle easily, but when the cotton is made into T-shirts, it keeps its shape for longer and makes for a nice silhouette.

Jamil: The design of these other shirts isn’t too terrible… But the fabric quality is just too low.

Jamil: There's no way a shop selling at this level can have a store in the Crystal Galleria.

Jamil: Which means… They must have lowered the quality of their material after opening. Did they run into some kind of business issues?

Ace: Hey! That jacket's so rough-lookin' and cool! Excuse me, I'd like to try this on!

Shop Staff B: Ohh my, I'm sorry. I'm afraid that jacket cannot be tried on here.

Jamil: …

Ace: Huh? Really?

Shop Staff B: That's right. That is a really pricey jacket. If it is somehow dirtied or damaged, it would be on the customer to compensate the loss, wouldn't you say?

Jamil: …So essentially, he has to decide to buy it or not without trying it on?

Shop Staff B: Well, I guess that's right.

Jamil: …Would I be allowed to try these slacks on?

Shop Staff A: Unfortunately, that won't be possible either. Sorry.

Jamil: Ah, right. Thought as much.

Ace: C'mon. Isn't that a stupid rule?

Middle-aged Man: Oh nice, this is a pretty nice shop. The prices seem pretty reasonable, too.

Shop Staff B: Oh, what an important looking customer! Welcome～! Is there something in particular you're looking for?

Middle-aged Man: I'm wanting a jacket, see… Think you have something that'll suit me?

Shop Staff A: Well, if that's the case, how about this one? It's one of our most popular designs.

Shop Staff B: I'm sure it will be perfect for you. Please, try it on!

Ace: Wha―!? But when I asked earlier, they said it wasn't allowed to be tried on!!

Shop Staff A: Students like you can't possibly buy something like that, so there's no reason for you to try it on, is there?

Shop Staff B: Please go home before you start to disturb our other customers. We don't have the free time to be dealing with you two.

Ace: Huh...!?

Jamil: …Not only are their products low-quality, but so are the staff's customer service.

Jamil: There's no reason to stick around in a shop like this. Let's go meet up with Vil-senpai and the others.

[Fairest City – Crystal Galleria]

Ace: Wha was that all about, treatin' us like dirt just 'cause we're students!? That was terrible service. That pissed me off so much!

Ace: First they shoo us out, then they play all buddy-buddy up to the rich-lookin' guy.

Jamil: I bet that since they've been rubbing elbows with the rich and famous while working at that high-brand store…

Jamil: They've completely started to think that they've improved their own social standing.

Jamil: Thinking about those sorts of folks and getting upset about it is a waste of time. Just shake it off.

Jamil: Only the best brands, in both name and reputation, will flourish here at the Crystal Galleria.

Jamil: I can't tell if they had a change in management since opening, or if they've suffered business losses…

Jamil: But from what I saw, I can't imagine that place continuing to be suitable for this passage.

Jamil: Even if we do nothing, I'm sure they'll have no choice but to close down eventually.

Ace: It could ruin a brand's rep if they got kicked out of the Crystal Galleria. That'd feel sooo good to see, though!

―The next day

Jamil: I really can't relax at all while at Vil-senpai's side. I'll have to relax as much as I can during my personal free time here.

Jamil: Maybe I'll check out the café at the far end of the Crystal Galleria.

Jamil: Hm? This shop looks… I guess I can check it out.

Clerk: Welcome! Please feel free to look around.

Jamil: …This place is completely different than the one yesterday. Now, where's that outfit I saw in the window…?

Jamil: Ah, here it is. I thought it looked like a pretty nice jacket from outside, but the pockets and lining give off a more casual feel.

Jamil: This isn't something I see often. The material is good and the sewing and embroidery is delicately done…

Clerk: Would you like to try it on? Come this way.

Jamil: Thank you.

Jamil: Yeah, the size is good and it fits well. I think this color also actually goes well with the clothes I brought with me, too…

Jamil: …How much is this jacket?

Clerk: That would be 50,000 Madol [500 Thaumarks].

Jamil: I see. Would you allow me to think on it?

Clerk: Of course! And please take your time to look at our other items.

Jamil: A 50,000 Madol jacket… That's a bit of a steep price for me… Hmm…

Jamil: The fabric's quality, the design, and the superb stitching make this very high quality…

Jamil: If I think of those factors, even 50,000 Madol is fairly cheap. Also…

Jamil: I've found this in the Crystal Galleria, of all places. If I let this opportunity pass me by, there won't be another chance to buy something like this.

Jamil: …Excuse me. Could I purchase the jacket I tried on earlier?

Clerk: Absolutely. I'll go fetch a new one for you. Please wait a moment.

Jamil: Sure.

Jamil: …I was able to buy a sensible jacket from a reasonable shop here in the Crystal Galleria.

Jamil: Yeah. I'm definitely satisfied with this. And I'm sure this'll be a great memory.

[Fairest City – Queen's Palace]

Shop Staff A: KYAAA! VIL-SAMAAA! YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL!!

Shop Staff B: SO BEAUTIFUL! I JUST HAVE TO GET A PICTURE OF THAT STUNNING FACE!

Jamil: Hm? I think I saw those two screaming fans over there yesterday...

Shop Staff A: Oh, look! Do you think those guys walking alongside Vil-sama are models too? Should we ask for an autograph?

Shop Staff B: EXCUSE ME!! PLEASE GIVE US YOUR AUTOGRAPH!!

Jamil: …Hahah! You sure you want my autograph?

Shop Staff B: Absolutely! …Wait, huh? I feel like I've seen him before…

Shop Staff A: Wait! Isn't he that customer that we turned away yesterday…!?

Jamil: I'm honored that a mere student like myself would stir your recollections.

Shop Staff A: Wh-Who would have thought he'd be so famous to walk the tapis rouge…? And he looks so good in that outfit!

Shop Staff B: If we had sold clothing to those boys yesterday, it might've been such good publicity!!

Shop Staff A: H-Hey! Once you're finished here, would you care to come visit our shop once more?

Shop Staff B: We have a collection of garments that would look fabulous on you! Please allow us to design your new look!

Jamil: I have to decline. Your shop does not have any article of clothing that would suit me.

Jamil: After all, just as you said yesterday, there is no need to try anything on.

Shop Staff A/B: U-Uhhh… So when we said that yesterday, uh…

Jamil: If that is all, perhaps you should head home now? Not only are you bothering others around you…

Jamil: But I also do not have the free time to be dealing with you, either.

Requested by @ordinaryanon.

#twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #ace trappola #twst jamil #twst ace #twst translation #twst tapis rouge #mention: vil

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SORRY, NOT SORRY -RAFE CAMERON

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!listener

Summary: Rafe can be a “good” boyfriend when he wants to be… with a sprinkle of manipulation of course.

Warnings: Naughty language, Fluff low-key from our toxic daddy, ft. JJ being a chaotic mess.

notes: This audio is set during 1x05. Instead of it being midsummer's, it's the listeners birthday! I've been working on this all week and I'm tired of listening to it on repeat, so if something doesn't add up, it's because I got lazy. And I wish Rafe told me he loved me. 😭

word count: Its audio, my panties are wet and so are yours.

Scene one

JJ: Ah, would you look at this! It's our birthday girl!

You: What are you doing here?

Our cutie patootie rambles on then walks off with the security guard.

During this pause count to about 6 or 7.

You: What the hell did you guys do to his face?

Rafe: We didn't do anything… his face was like that when he…showed up.

You: Well, why did you guys corner him in here?

Rafe: We were just making sure... he knew his place. And that he's not allowed here. If anything, we were doing you and your parents a favor, I mean, god knows what he already took.

You: You promised me you wouldn’t start anything tonight, Rafe.

Rafe: Can you give us a minute? I'd like to talk to my girlfriend... alone, so get out. Alright, um, can I speak first since you wanna do this right now?

You: Go ahead.

Rafe: How long have you lived here?

You: I was born here.

Rafe: Yes you were born here, but where - where did you grow up?

You: Figure 8.

Rafe: Yes, you grew up on Figure 8. And where did... our pal JJ grow up?

You: The cut.

Rafe: The Cut. and that's exactly my point, baby. We're kooks. And... what is JJ again?

You: Jesus, Rafe don't start-

Rafe: Come on, you wanna talk, let’s talk. What about communication? Isn’t that what we're supposed to be working on?

Count to 3 during this pause.

You: He’s a pouge.

Rafe: See that wasn't so hard, now was it? Now, let me make something clear, and stop me if you get a little confused - you and me. We’re practically royalty on this island. We’re together for a reason. And before you saying, yes I do love you. I always have and I always will. You’re mine. You’re it for me, sweetheart. And… you’re a kook. So, start acting like one before I do something about it, mkay?

You: God, you’re a dick you know that? How about you leave too.

Rafe: Ugh, look I’m sorry, alright? It’s just… it’s just when I saw him on the patio talking to Sarah I lost it. This is supposed to be your day and I didn’t want him ruining it. Kind of like when… uh… we switched out the coke with flour and gave it to Top because he ate your cupcakes.

You: And how is that relevant to this?

Rafe: It’s sorta the same thing. You - you worked hard on those. Uh, he ate them. I was pissed because they were for me. And you were upset because I wanted to punch him in the throat. Tomato, tomahto. Blah, blah, blah. See you’re smiling, I love it when you smile.

You: You’re such a sap.

Rafe: I love you.

You: I love you too.

Rafe: And again, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause a scene, I just didn’t know how else to get him to leave. You know how JJ and his friends are. All of them are drawn to us like a moth to a flame. Now, uh, can we put this behind us and get back to the party?

You: Thats the smartest thing that’s come out of your fat mouth all night, baby.

Rafe: By the way, I really do think he took something from your bedroom.

You: What?

Rafe: I saw him come down from the hallway, unless he took something from your dad’s office?

You: You’re serious?

Rafe: As a heart attack.

You: But… I’ve never done anything to him.

Rafe: That’s what they do though. You should know this by now. They butter you up, just to take whatever they can right from under our noses. It’s sick, if I’m being honest.

You: So much for trying to be civil.

Rafe: I know, yeah, I’ll talk to your dad, and um, see what we can do. But for now, let’s go celebrate. It’s not everyday someone turns 17.

@rafesapologist @rvfecamerons @sadfury @rafesthroatbaby @rafesaddiction @hockeybabe87 @rafeinterlude @starkeyisthelastname @secretly-tumb1r @kingkylie444 @stayonmars @maybankswhore @barbiiecams @princessmisery666 @ilovebarrykeoghan

If you would like to be tagged, I gotchu sis.

#drew starkey #ai generated #rafe x you #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #i’m in love #my original post #my original writing #enjoy the audio

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vxntagedior · 1 year

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heyy love, i dont know if you are taking requests rn but if you do can you maybe do a ajax x fem reader where they are together and during the poe cup game the reader is distracting him from getting his teams flag so her team can take their own one.

tysm and i hope you could understand this <33

distractions, distractions

summary | using your relationship with ajax, you're able to distract his attention during the poe cup

pairing | ajax petropolus x fem!reader

warning | fluff, ajax is down bad for reader

word count | 1.0k

“I can’t do that to him.” You looked over at Enid, distraught. “I know we want to win but I can’t do that to Jax.”

“Y/n, please.” Enid whined, snaking your shoulders, “This is our year and I don't want those jokers getting in our way.”

You turned towards their boat, seeing Ajax and the rest of them getting the final touches ready for the race. Just before you turned back, you saw that Ajax was now looking your way, “you're going down.” He mouthed towards you.

“You know what,” You smirked, turning back to Enid, “I’ll do it, I think they need a few pegs knocked down.

Enid was now practically screaming for joy, pulling you down towards the docks and into the boats. Getting into positions, you were at the head of the boat. Turning you saw Bianca and Divina already looking at you. Though the three of you were friends, it didn’t matter for the next hour because you needed to win. Turning your head to the other side, looking over at Ajax’s boat who was already looking at you.

Giving him a small smile, and blowing him a kiss, hoping to send him off his game before turning your attention back to the water.

Hearing the gun shoot into the air, the four boats were off. The four of you were making a good pace, knowing if you started off faster, you’d start to slow towards the end.

“Excuse me ladies!” You turned to your right seeing Xavier smirking, pushing themselves into your boat, turning you off the course. Grumbling under your breath, you picked up your pace. Getting caught with an ax over your boat, you all started to continue to row, hearing Wednesday to tell Thing to flip the switch on the neat under the boat.

Passing the Gold Bugs, you gave a little wave to Divina and Bianca finally making it to Raven’s Island. You and Wednesday were the two that were tasked to get the boat while Enid and Maria were to watch over the boat.

“C’mon Wednesday.” You yelled, hiding by one of the trees to catch Ajax. Nodding her head, you watched Wednesday continue through the trail, hearing two voices coming towards you.

“We’re gonna win it this year?” You heard Ajax hear, finally stepping out from the woods.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, love?” You smirked, staring down at him. Xavier just laughed, muttering something along the lines “you’re on your own” before running back towards the boat.

“You look so handsome.” You smoothed down the collars of his costume, “And the jester makeup looks so good.”

You could already tell you were getting to him, seeing his Adam's apple bob as he gulped down, his breath wavering.

“Y/n.” He whined, “I can’t do this right now.”

“You’re just gonna leave me here?” You faked a frown, “I thought you wanted to see me?”

Ajax could never leave you sad, his eyes widening as he started to rapidly shake his head. “No, no of course not.” He was conflicted, Ajax loved you with his whole heart and hated it when you were upset (not knowing you were faking it) but it was a competition and knew how much Xavier wanted to win.

Taking him out of his find, feeling you wrap your arms around him, you just hugged him tightly. Tucking his head in your neck, you smirked seeing Wednesday running back your way, she was able to run past the two of you without Ajax seeing her.

Parting ways, you just adjusted his wrap around his head, before running off back to the boats.

“Sorry Jax!” He heard you yell. Cursing himself, Ajax ran back to the boat, seeing how they were the only ones still on the island. Xavier was pissed along with the two other boys, who know had to haul themselves back to Nevermore.

“You are terrible Y/n.” You heard the monotone voice of Wednesday say, “It suits you.”

You took what she said as a compliment, turning around to see Ajax coming closer towards you, you were surprised that they were able to make it far without sinking.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on.” Bingo.

“I just thought to myself, WWWD, what would Wednesday do?” Enid said happily, knowing it was just the Black Cats and the Gold Bugs left. Seeing the finish line so close, you didn’t feel bad anymore about Ajax, knowing your final show would take the Gold Bugs out.

Rowing closer and closer to their boat, Wednesday flipped the second switch, the daggers coming out of the bed. But as they were to puncture their boat, you felt your own boat being sent back. Looking down in the water, you saw Kent pushing you away. Trying to paddle against him, you heard a small splash in the water, seeing a hand coming towards Kent.

“Good work, Thing.” You smile, the four rowing back to the Gold Bugs.

Watching Bianca’s face as you ruined the boat, made it feel good to know that you all won. Dismounting the boat onto the dock, you quickly tied it to the post before running with your team towards the finish line. The four of you jumped together with the flag in your hand.

Going back towards Nevermore, the entire student body stood in the Quad listening to Weems present you all with the trophy. Cheering with your friends, you looked out to the crowd, seeing Ajax smiling and clapping for you.

Yoko demanded that you all had a party in Ophelia for the win. It wasn’t hard to sneak out after curfew and you knew Weems would make the exception for the one night. The common room of Ophelia was packed with students from all the halls, the music loud, everyone dancing and drinking. You saw Enid practically gripping the trophy with all her strength.

“Congratulations.” You turned to see Ajax standing behind you, “Though we should have won.”

“Really?” You smirked, “because if I remember correctly, you guys couldn’t even make it halfway back.”

You were teasing him at his point, knowing why. “All is fair in love and war.”

“I’ll get you next time.” He swore, a playful glint in his eye.

“Of course, Jax, I’ll be looking forward to it, but can we dance now.”

Ajax just laughed softly, shaking his head, but obliging. Kissing you before pulling you towards all your friends.

fin.

#ajax petropolus x reader #ajax petropolus x fem!reader #ajax petropolus x girlfriend!reader #ajax petropolus x siren!reader #siren!reader #wednesday #bianca barclay #xavier thorpe

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babywll · 2 years

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She's My Wife — Daemon Targaryen x F!Reader

summary: Daemon can be considered the rogue prince, cruel and greedy. But not when it comes to you

tws: smut, angst

(my first smut after a long time..)

part 2!! the first is here

You woke up, completely sleepy. All you remembered was that you went to bed extremely late, the sun was almost up. Daemon managed to keep you up all night, we can say that he really was right when he said that he would make up for the months you didn't touch each other. But now you've run your hand through the sheets and found nothing.

A feeling of frustration flooded you, you wished deeply that he was there. He had probably already woken up and was taking a walk with Caraxes, as he usually does in the mornings.

You sat up in bed and stretched, you had forgotten you were naked. Of course it wouldn't be a problem, after all, you were in your room. But it was still weird. You looked around for your nightgown or any trace of it. Nothing, there was nothing.

You saw that as a reason to stay in bed longer, and you did. You didn't nap, you just picked up a book and read a few chapters, it wasn't the best book, but it got you out of your boredom until Daemon came back.

"Good morning princess" he said as soon as he entered the room, amazing his mood so early.

"Good morning" you muttered back, not really pissed off, just wanted to see how he would react.

But maybe deep down you were a little upset that he left you alone in bed.

You didn't hear his voice anymore, and you decided not to look to see where he was. Until you felt the bed move, and noticed him next to you. You pretended not to notice, really tried to make your book seem more interesting.

"Forgive me" he whispered in your ear, slowly kissing your neck. His icy hands slipped, taking your book out of your hands and tossing it off the bed "Let me redeem" his warm voice lit you up entirely. "Come on princess, give me a chance"

"Where have you been?" you finally looked at him.

"I don't want to bore you" he placed soft kisses all over her neck.

"You won't" you insisted. But he silenced you with a soft kiss, which soon turned fierce.

He climbed on top of you, taking you completely. He kissed every bit of your body, and whispered dirty things in your ear. You pulled him closer, and you moaned in his ear, making him lose control.

You kissed his neck, and he nibbled yours, leaving little marks that gave a satisfying ache. He kissed you incessantly, you couldn't get enough, your body was on fire. You needed him, needed to feel him inside.

"Dae" you moaned the nickname you gave him "Please.. Please, i need you"

It was enough for him to be inside you the second after. You didn't even notice the moment he took off his clothes, only the second later he was inside you. He started taking slow lunges, taking control of the thing. You grabbed your hands in the sheets, and you let him lead you to feel.

You knew how much of an encouragement your moan was to him. And you did, low enough for him to hear your soft requests. It bit your module, and you threw your head back. Returning her hand to his neck.

"You know how much I love being inside you," he said breathlessly, and began to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Pleasure was stealing your thoughts, you could only think how good you felt at that moment. You didn't care anymore that he didn't wake up next to you because he was inside you. And with every second that passed you were closer to reaching your peak. Your groans became needy and more needy.

"Do it for me" he smiled, you could barely keep your eyes open but his smile was enough. He aggressively grabbed one of your thighs and thrust. You moaned loudly, shamelessly.

A few seconds later your body started to melt with the sensation of pleasure, you felt so fucking good. And he demonstrated the same, as you both reached the apex at the same moment. He fell on top of you, and you stayed like that, resting for a few minutes in silence, while he was still inside you. Just your two heavy breathing making some noise in the room.

When he came out of you, you took a deep breath, still out of breath. He looked at you and gave you a tired smile. You remembered the conversation you two had earlier, you didn't want to bring it up, you were just curious.

"You still haven't told me where you were" you let out a laugh.

When you didn't notice a smile or something, you really started to worry.

"Everything is fine?"

"I'm going to Stepstones" he said at last, sitting down again.

You sat next to him, picking up strands of his white hair. You move it around, trying to ease your anxiety at the thought of Daemon heading to Stepstones, where the situation was miserable.

"When?" you asked quietly, still messing with his hair. "When are you leaving?"

"Today"

You didn't say anything, you were quiet. Stuck in your anxious thoughts, wondering what could happen.

"Say something" he whispered, holding your hand.

"You said you would stay with me" you reminded him "No missions, no danger"

"I know my love, I'm sorry" he turned around, facing you, held your face even as you tried to pull away.

"No, Daemon"

"Dont do this with me" he faltered, but you were already putting on your your soft robe.

"I need to take a shower" was all you said. You went to the window, giving him time to get dressed and leave the room.

You didn't want it that way, you just didn't want to make it difficult for him to leave.

A few minutes after you were alone in the room, the maids ran a hot bath, and you hid in the tub. You didn't leave when the water turned warm, or when you were told Daemon was leaving. You stayed until the water was ice cold, and you felt the same way.

The sheets had been changed, and your clothes on the floor had been washed. Even the book, which Daemon had thrown on the floor, was now closed and tucked away. You didn't go out to eat, you weren't hungry.

Some hours later, they brought you tea. You took it and lay down. Already sleeping, even though it was still light outside. You tried not to think about Daemon, and how he was doing, but you failed every single second.

You missed him, and you felt stupid for the way you reacted earlier. I would like to reverse this situation, go back in time and hug him. But you couldn't.

So you had a crazy idea, and you acted on it.

You put on your travel clothes, and asked to prepare your dragon for your departure. Everyone was confused, and asked you not to leave the castle as it could be dangerous. But you used to fly your dragon all your teenage years, you knew how to take care of yourself.

And so he did, flying to where the camp was and Daemon too. When you arrived it was at sunset, so you landed near a hill, and walked towards them. The soldiers were moving away, creating a path where you passed.

"Where's Daemon?" you asked.

"Princess, you can't stay here now" you didn't recognize the male voice. You just knew it wasn't Daemon.

You took off your gloves, and watched closely as the dragon Caraxes landed. You noticed that Daemon descended from the red dragon, and walked towards you.

"Princess, go back to your castle, can't stay here now" one of the soldiers said, you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes.

"She stays!" you hear Daemon's voice "She's my wife, and the princess. She knows what she does " the soldiers fell silent, and walked away from the two of you. "What are you doing here?" he asked, still approaching.

"I won't stay" you replied.

When he came face to face with you, you looked him in the eye, as he did.

"Changed your mind?" he smiled unassumingly.

"Maybe. I think you didn't deserve to leave like that. I just.." You turned your head, not knowing how to say it. He subtly cupped your chin, and turned your face away from his.

"I know, I don't want you to feel this way"

"They need you now more than I do" you whispered "It's okay, believe me, I was scared. But I realized that I don't need to"

"We will win this one" he caressed your chin, and hugged you.

"Sorry for being silly" you muttered

"You weren't, I understand perfectly" you felt his hand run through your hair, his act of trying to calm you down, worked well.

You stood there, stopped in the only place where she felt safe. It didn't matter how long you stayed like this, just that it was all you two needed.

"It's late, stay tonight" he whispered after a while "But please come home tomorrow, I don't want you to be in danger here"

You pulled away from the hug, looking at him.

"If you wish" you laughed, he took your hand and you walked to his cabin. You were at peace that night, because you were sleeping next to him. It didn't matter the circumstances, its was just you and him.

I will probably edit later.

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #prince daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #house targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #fem reader #matt smith

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