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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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Matching Tattoos

Eddie Munson x reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, DO NOT GIVE ANYONE OR YOURSELF TATTOOS AT HOME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO TO A PROFESSIONAL THIS IS FICTION AND A VERY UNHYGIENIC SITUATION FOR NEW TATTOOS, blowjobs, gagging, swallowing, friends to lovers, Eddie is so fucking sweet, porn with some plot followed by fluff.

Part 2

"Isn't she pretty?" Eddie grins, producing the homemade tattoo gun from under his bed. Pretty was a very strong word. More like a clump of sketchy looking metal held together with even sketchier looking screws and rubber bands.

You scoff. "If you think she's pretty I'm seriously starting to question your taste, Munson. Going from Chrissy Cunningham to this? That's quite a decline."

Eddie rolls his eyes.

"You're never going to drop that are you? Chrissy was a 5 minute crush, besides, she's been dating that douchebag Jason Carver for ages now." Eddie waves his hand to signify his distate. "Anyway, nowadays my taste is more...refined, thank you very much. Hence why I am going through the world's longest dry spell at the moment. Now shut up, and get on the bed. We're doing this." He buzzes the tattoo gun for extra effect.

"Yessir." Giving him a cheeky salute, you lie down on Eddie's bed as he messes around with the ink, and something crinkles beneath you. Your brow furrows as you dig underneath you, and you pull out a dog eared magazine. You flick through the pages, your cheeks flushing. "Jesus, Eddie, resorting to porno mags? You really are suffering." You throw the crusty magazine at him, laughing. Eddie quickly kicks it under his bed.

"What? I got needs, Y/N, and its not exactly like there's a line of babes wanting to fuck the town freak."

"Not even with the whole struggling rockstar vibe you've got going on?" You cock your eyebrow, shooting him a smirk.

"Right? I should be drowning in pussy," he grins, and you roll your eyes. "Still want it on your hip, right?"

"As long as it can be covered by a bathing suit so my parents don't murder me, have at it."

Eddie gulps as you unbutton your jeans, shimmying your hips out of them and exposing your simple black panties to him. You then roll your shirt up your stomach and tie it in a knot to prevent it from getting in his way.

It wasn't like he hadn't seen you like this before, he'd seen you in a bathing suit hundreds of times but this....this was different. This was you, half naked, on his bed. You that Eddie had been harbouring a crush on for a good year or so now, hence the dry spell. He didn't want anyone else, he wanted you, his best friend, his partner in crime, his girl. Nobody in this deadbeat town even came close, not anymore.

He was ashamed to even admit that the magazine you'd fished out from his bed was merely a distraction tool. So many nights he'd fucked his fist thinking of you, the way your body glistened in the sun that time when you sunbathed out the back of his trailer in that black bikini, the way your breasts threatened to spill out of the cups and your ass peeked out from the bottoms that left very little to the imagination.

He had to get you out of his head. It was sick, it was wrong, you were his best friend. His beautiful, funny, smart, sexy as hell best friend. If he had to beat off to some random chick in a disgustingly cheap porno magazine just to stop him thinking about you, so be it.

But honestly, when you'd asked him to give you a tattoo on your hip, the magazines just weren't doing it anymore.

Eddie cleared his throat. "You sure about this Y/N?"

"Eddie, shut up and ink me already," you smile, playfully nudging him with your foot. "You drew it up, yeah?"

"One bat comin' at ya," Eddie grins, showing you the little stencil he'd drawn. It was an exact copy of the largest bat out of the swarm on his arm. "You know we can never not be friends after this right? Matching tattoos is a pretty big commitment."

"Until death do us part." You teased.

"I fuckin' do," Eddie kissed your hand, making you snort. Your friendship had always been like this, flirty to the point where people were always wondering if you were together or not. But that's all it ever was, all bark and no bite per say. "Can you move your, uh, your-"

"Panties, Eddie? For someone who used the phrase 'drowning in pussy' earlier I refuse to believe 'panties' gets you all flustered." You tease, pushing down your panties and exposing your skin to him.

Eddie can feel his palms sweating as your panties slip dangerously low, almost exposing that dip between your legs. His mouth is as dry as the fucking desert when he catches a glimpse of your smooth, soft skin. God, he wants to put his mouth there. He wants to put his mouth all over you actually. He coughs once more.

"Right, let's do this, pretty girl." He carefully cleans the area you want tattooed with some antiseptic liquid before laying the stencil down, carefully pulling it away to reveal the outline on your skin. "Looks metal, babe, you ready?"

You nod, clutching his comforter in one hand as he brings the needle to your skin and the buzzing starts. You bite your lip as you feel the needle meet your flesh, a searing burning pain but not too unbearable.

As he drags the needle across your soft skin, Eddie is sweating. He's so close to a part of you he desperately wants to explore, to kiss and lick and make you scream his name until you're sobbing in ecstasy. But he can't. Why would someone like you ever be interested in the town freak? The nerdy metalhead that spends his free time planning extensive D&D campaigns, or playing in shitty dive bars to a crowd of not even 10 people didn't compare to the jocks who went to endless parties, or did something better than spending their spring break in their trailer getting high and watching horror movies.

"Whatcha thinking about, handsome?" Your sweet, sweet voice breaks him out of his thoughts and he looks up at you. God, you look like a fucking angel right now, all draped across his bed with your hair over his pillow. He knows he'll be able to smell the shampoo you use on that later.

Eddie, always one to almost never lose his cool, shoots you a cheeky grin.

"Thinkin' about how I could tattoo my name on you, pretty Make sure everyone knows who's girl you are."

"Everyone already knows, I've only got eyes for you, dungeon master."

Fuck, he wishes you wouldn't call him that. Not like this anyway. Not with this amount clothes on. Or not on.

"Less of the dirty talk, you. I'm trying to concentrate here." He growls, wiping the residual ink off your skin, refilling and continuing his work. You try to ignore the throbbing in your panties and how good his hands feel on your bare skin.

35 minutes later, it's Eddie's turn. After cleaning and covering your new artwork, you get yourself dressed (much to Eddie's disappointment) and turn to him with a wicked grin.

"Pants off, Munson."

"Yes, ma'am." Copying your salute from earlier, he unbuckles his handcuff belt and undoes his jeans, shimmying out of them and tossing them somewhere in his room. He also pulls off his Hellfire shirt. You raise an eyebrow. "What? Can't risk anything happening to it, I gotta wait another week before I can get more!"

"Alright, nerd, lie down." You smile, rummaging around in your bag for the little design you'd drawn up for him. You pass the small design of the devil from the Hellfire logo to him and he grins.

"That's metal."

"So metal that nobody is gonna see it unless they're going down on you."

"Yeah, but we'll know it's there. It'll be like our dirty little secret, Y/N."

"Hot," you laugh as Eddie lies down, putting his arms behind his head. He tilts his head down towards his hips.

"Get to work, missy."

You'd been practising on that gross fake skin stuff in preparation for this, but nothing could have prepared you for touching Eddie...here. His skin was so soft and warm, and he smelled so good. A mix of his old cologne he'd gotten from you last Christmas, smoke and a hint of sweat. It was so Eddie, it made your heart flutter and somewhere else flutter too.

You think Eddie takes the needle like a champ, but when you look up at him about 20 minutes later, his eyes are screwed shut.

"Hurt that much?" You grin and he shakes his head, eyes still closed.

"Nah, babe, honestly, I'm...fine." He hesitates. You stop for a second, tilting your head to the side in question. You go to wipe off some of the excess ink and your arm brushes over his boxers accidentally.

Oh.

"Eddie, are you-"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, don't talk about it." Eddie chokes out, his cheeks flushing. His loose plaid boxers had done a good job of hiding his semi, but when you'd brushed against it, it was game over.

Eddie was hard.

"I-is this like a normal reaction to getting tattooed, or...?" You stutter, your mouth feeling dryer than fucking Gandhi's flip flop.

Eddie sighs, throwing an arm over his face.

"No, it's a normal reaction to a very, very pretty girl hovering near my dick, babe." He says in a small voice. Your cheeks flush as you place the tattoo gun down on his bedside table.

"O-oh. Well, do you want me t-to stop? Or I could help with...I could help you with that?"

Eddie groans behind his arm.

"Babe, don't tease me like that, that's just cruel. 'Sides, wouldn't you feel...weird jerking me off?"

Your mind had not gone to jerking him off. In fact, it had gone a step further.

"Oh, I-I wasn't...I was gonna, um-"

"Blow me?!" Eddie throws his arm off of his face and stares at you, and you pretend you don't notice his cock jumping in his boxers. "You, my super hot best friend Y/N, are seriously offering to suck my dick right now?!"

"I-I’m sorry-"

"Sorry?! What the fuck are you sorry for?! Making all my wet dreams come true?!"

You giggle. "Eddie, shut up."

"No, I'm serious, Y/N, you've been in here-" he sits up and taps the side of his head "-doing some nasty shit for so fucking long. Why do you think I'm jacking off to shitty porno mags instead of chasing pussy?"

You're silent, a slow smile spreading across your face as your hand creeps over his crotch, gently palming at his cock which jumps in your hand.

"Well, lucky for you, dungeon master, you've also been the star of my wet dreams."

Eddie falls back onto his pillows with a groan. "Fuck, I can't believe this is actually fucking happening."

"Tell me what you want to do to me, Eds." Your voice is low and sultry as you give him a squeeze. He looks at you, tongue darting out to wet his chapped lips. You tug at his boxers, giving him a questioning look. He grabs your wrist.

"Are you sure about this, Y/N? Cos if it's a choice between getting off, or keeping you as my best friend, I'd rather keep you babe. Blue balls and all."

You smile softly; Eddie was too sweet for his own good. It was one of the things you loved most about him.

"What about if you get to get off and still keep me?" You say, pushing his hand away and slowly pulling his boxers down. His cock springs out, slapping against his lower stomach. He was long and thick, uncut with an upwards curve that the very sighmade your pussy clench. You huff out an exasperated laugh. "Holy shit, Eds."

"Good 'holy shit', or bad 'holy shit'?" Eddie's cheeks are flushed as he smirks.

"You know the answer to that." You wrap your hand around his cock, making him hiss as you stroke the silky skin. You pull the foreskin down to expose his angry looking, reddish purple mushroom head, and a drop of precum blurts out. You continue to stroke him, eyes fixed on his face.

"Fuck, stop looking at me like that," Eddie groans, his cock twitching in your hand. "'S too much."

"Like what?" You smirk, straddling his thighs. He can't answer you, any sort of answer immediately wiped from his brain as you lower your mouth to the head of his cock and lick, tasting him for the first time. His hips buck, forcing more of his cock into your mouth, making you gag out of surprise.

"Shit, sorry, sorry," Eddie gasps. "Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, don't be surprised if I come like, super quick, okay? Been thinking about this for so fucking long you have no idea. And you look....God, you looking so fucking beautiful right now."

You shoot him a soft smile, pressing a kiss to his cock before taking him into your mouth properly, swallowing as much of him down as you can.

Eddie's hand comes to your hair, gently stroking it as you bob your head up and down. The flavour of him blooms over your tongue and makes you hum in appreciation.

"Fuck, babe, your mouth...shit, it's so fucking good, taking my cock so well..."

You pull up and suckle the head, flicking your tongue over the slit. "Holy shit, you're gonna kill me, sweetheart."

You smirk, pulling back and pursing your lips, allowing a glob of spit to fall from your mouth onto the head, dribbling down the shaft. Eddie falls back onto the pillows. "That's it, you've killed me, you're blowing a dead man, baby."

"A dead man who's gonna come in my mouth, right?" You mumble, jerking him quickly, your spit allowing your hand to slide over his shaft with ease. Eddie keens, his teeth gritted.

"You can't say shit like that, angel, I'm about ready to blow as it is."

"Do it, I want it." You reply, taking his cock into the warmth of your mouth once more. You allow him to fuck your face, both hands now resting on the back of your head as you swallowed around him.

"Shit, fuck, oh my fucking god, baby, Y/N, I'm gonna come, fuck I'm gonna come so fucking hard in that pretty mouth of yours, yeah? God, you're such a good girl, so good f'me, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!"

Eddie comes with a broken moan, his hips thrusting upwards and his hands holding you in place as his cock pumps rope after rope of cum down your throat. You moan, relishing the taste of him, which makes Eddie shudder at the overstimulation. You swallow everything he gives you. "Fuck, sweetheart, can you show me?"

You begrudgingly take your mouth off of his cock and open your mouth, tilting your head back slightly and sticking your tongue out to show him that you had indeed swallowed his cum. "Holy shit. I'm gonna get hard again." He groans, his chest heaving and his cock twitching slightly. You giggle and place a kiss to it, and Eddie grabs you, pulling you on top of him, careful to avoid the new ink. "I can kiss you, right?"

"I think we're past that, Eddie" You smile and squeak in surprise as he pulls your face to his, capturing your lips in a hasty kiss. It's a chaste kiss, experimental and you break away briefly. His eyes lock with yours, as if he was trying to search them to see if this was okay. "It's okay, Eds" you whisper, nodding gently. His eyes dart to your mouth and back up to your eyes.

"Do I get to keep you?" He whispers, his fingers softly stroking your cheek. You brush your nose against his.

"You get to keep me."

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff #eddie munson

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starb3rrys · 6 months

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I just saw Sleeping Together Hcs and AHGZICZGFI, so I'd like to request a part 2 with Jouno and anyone else you like to add if you want to. Bc the first is SOOO CUTEEEE >.<

Hello!! Ah- I am so happy to hear you found my "When Night Falls" Hc's cute. I would be delighted to write your request, hope you enjoy!!

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

When Night Falls ✩Part 2✩

Ft. Jouno, Dazai, Fyodor || Part One

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

Jouno

Sleeping with Jouno is honestly pretty complex.

Considering Jouno's senses are heightened, I do believe he gets sensory overload when he sleeps with someone else or something he doesn't recognize.

Things like your hair touching his chest, your quiet snoring, the heat radiating off your body can make him feel overwhelmed.

Taking that into consideration, Jouno isn't much of a cuddly person.

He doesn't want to make it seem as if he doesn't love you or like having you around.

Hence why rather than a full cuddle, he just places his arm or leg on or around you.

Its like a way to reassure you he's here and wants to be near you while not being overwhelmed by the feeling yk?

He is honestly a pretty peaceful sleeper, although sadly- he is a very light sleeper.

Meaning any sound, or movement makes him either wake up or alert. (Your light snoring kept him up the first time y'all slept together, but now its like a white noise, weirdly comforting to him now).

Good luck trying to sneak out of bed in the middle of the night.

"Where are you going?"

"Uh- The bathroom?"

"Hm...alright, try not to pee so loud--It keeps me up."

"HOW CAN I CONTROL THAT?!"

Dazai

Sleeping with Dazai is comfortable.

Despite what people may think of Dazai, he isn't overly clingy.

Sure, there are nights when he just wants to be smothered in love and affection but it's usually once every blue moon.

He respects the fact you both need space and hates the feeling of being overwhelmed in a situation that is supposed to be comfy and delicate.

Between you two, its much less cuddling and more of just holding each other.

Lose hands rest on your body as quiet snores fill the room, you both lay in bed enjoying each others presence. (Nothing too tight or restricting).

Dazai tends to always be the one holding rather than being held.

He likes being able to let go or scoot away if the heat gets too overwhelming or adjust if he feels uncomfortable in his current sleeping position.

Dazai is a pretty heavy sleeper, you could really sneak out of bed at night and he would just continue snoring.

In addition, he tends to move around quite a bit; rolling over, scooting away, shifting around- etc.

"Sorry, its getting a bit hot let me just...there we go."

"Dazai- this is the fourth time you've moved."

"OKAY! I promise this is the last time."

"..."

"I have to pee-."

Fyodor

Sleeping with Fyodor was honestly a whole process.

Firstly, you had to practically beg and attempt to convince him to even consider sleeping in the same bed with you at least for one night. (He's such a bitch. I love him.)

Listen- He may love you, but it will take a while to actually get him to be vulnerable around you, especially being unconscious around you.

Once you get past the 4 month long process, we get to the actual good stuff.

The first night you two slept together, Fyodor stayed on his side of the bed, not really moving nor cuddling you--just kinda there. (It was really awkward)

But over time--after realizing that you really mean no harm and just want to sleep next to him--he will actually start to relax and allow himself to be vulnerable.

Fyodor is a very light sleeper as well as a quiet sleeper, rarely ever shifts around.

Once he chooses a sleeping position for the night, he sticks to it.

Fyodor is an occasional cuddler, to be more precise, he only cuddles when he needs to warm up.

Warmth is a big thing for Fyodor, considering he is Anemic, cuddles and warm covers help him alleviate and rest better.

Your warmth helps keep his cold body heated which he appreciates greatly and sees as an advantage.

Although, if the heat from your body and the covers becomes too much, he will quickly move away from you and sleep on his side of the bed.

The next morning, make sure he gets up SLOWLY! or he will fall over and crack his neck.

"So, how did you sleep last night?"

"It was...quite pleasant, although your warmth mixed with the covers warmth got me a bit overheated."

"Is that why you nearly kicked me out of bed?-"

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸✮

These Head-cannons are so cute, I love being able to write things like these!! Honestly, I was searching up cuddling positions just for the funnies :) I asked my friend for help since I had huge writers block- (ILY) Anyways, Love ya! <3

#bsd jouno #jouno x reader #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #bsd x reader #bsd fanfic #bsd #anime

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dreamwritesimagines · 8 months

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Garden of Secrets [38] - Gladiolus

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Summary: Strength builds in time.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex, mentions of threat.

Word Count: 3100

Series Masterlist

Alright then.

Perhaps you owed Benedict an apology.

Ever since you had walked in on him and Madame Delacroix right after their escapade at her shop, you hadn’t stopped reminding him of his very frequent adventures with different ladies in the ton but in your defense, you had no idea the act was this…

Pleasurable.

Divine, even.

Yet, it raised one simple issue; the marriage bliss kept you too busy to pay attention to anything else. Honestly it didn’t feel like an issue at all to you -or to Benedict you were guessing- but you had lost the complete track of time in the last couple of days and you had to force yourself to think straight.

You put your shift on and walked to grab your dressing gown, your body aching in the most pleasant way and you bit down a smile as the memory of last night flashed through your mind, but then heard Benedict taking a deep breath, rising from his deep slumber.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice hoarse from sleep and you looked over your shoulder, the sight making your heart skip a beat. He looked absolutely gorgeous, his hair all messy while he ran a hand over his glimmering blue eyes, the sunlight falling on his chiseled chest. You could feel the familiar desire sending sparks through your system but forced yourself to focus, shaking your head slightly.

“Good morning,” you said, dragging your gaze away from him to look around the room for the items of clothing of yours that Benedict had thrown around the room in his haste to get you out of them. “Did I wake you up?”

“No—what are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.”

His head shot up. “What?”

“For the day!” you added quickly and grabbed your corset off the floor. “I’m leaving for the day.”

“Why?”

“Benedict,” you said and motioned between you. “Perhaps it has escaped your notice but we have a problem.”

He tilted his head, confusion etched in his features. “A problem?” he repeated. “What problem?”

You tried to concentrate but it was rather hard when that fire was swirling in your lower stomach, the more you looked at him, the more you wanted to climb back in the bed and—

You cleared your throat, looking up at the ceiling, causing Benedict to look up as well.

“What’s happening?”

“If I look at you I’m going to get back in the bed so I refuse to.”

“How is that a bad thing?” he asked with a grin and you shot him a glance, then looked up at the ceiling again.

“You know, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we have a lovely ceiling.”

“My love, what are you talking about?”

You felt a smile warm your face, then grabbed your dress off the floor as well before turning to him, heaving a sigh.

“First of all, you were right about it being…divine,” you said, then narrowed your eyes. “Wipe that smile off your face.”

He held up his hands, gesturing surrender and you put your clothes on the sofa.

“That being said, do you not think we’re being a bit…fixated?”

“Fixated?”

“When was the last time you painted?”

“A week ago.”

“When was the last time you and I actually communicated with another person more than an hour without rushing to the nearest room?”

“There was the gala—”

“Gordon’s guest room.”

He hissed in a breath. “Right. Good point.”

“And I have a greenhouse,” you told him, putting your hands on your hips. “Ask me when the last time I’ve been there was.”

“…A week ago?”

“A week ago!”

“I mean Mr. Binsted is taking care of—”

Even you could hear the petulant tone in your voice; “It doesn’t matter, it’s my greenhouse!”

“Darling it’s not like it’s going anywhere—”

“Listen,” you cut him off. “I have a greenhouse with very rare plants. And flowers.”

“Mm hm.”

“Not to mention, I have the rarest flower in the world, in the aforementioned greenhouse.”

“I heard a thing or two about that, yeah.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re the love of my life,” you said, making a smile curl his lips, that softness apparent in his gaze again while you pointed at the window, stomping on your foot. “But my greenhouse!”

“Right.”

“It has my favorite flower in there!”

“Hasn’t escaped my notice my love,” he said with a grin, almost humoring you and you nodded your head.

“So that’s what we’re doing today—no, don’t get out of the bed until I’m away,” you stopped him as he swung his legs over the bed and you looked up at the ceiling. “Wait until I leave.”

“Why?”

“Because neither of us can be trusted,” you stated. “So we’re not to cross paths today.”

“The whole day?!” Benedict asked in shock and you flailed your arms.

“To repeat, we cannot be trusted apparently!” you said. “You—you take the studio side of the house and I’ll be in the greenhouse and we are going to be…calm.”

“Calm?”

“Yes, calm,” you said and heaved a deep sigh and turned your gaze to him again. “It’s alright. We can do this, I have faith in us.”

“I don’t.”

“Ben!”

“Shall I lie to you?” he asked with a small laugh and you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes again.

“I’m leaving,” you said. “See you tonight at the ball, not one second before.”

“Darling to repeat, we live in the same house—”

“We’ll meet there!” you said. “I mean it.”

“We’re going in different carriages?”

“Do you not remember what happened the last time we were in the same carriage?”

He gave you that lopsided grin you loved so much, making your stomach do a happy flip.

“Oh trust me, I do remember,” he said and you felt your cheeks burn, then you shook your head slightly and grabbed your clothes off the sofa.

“I’ll see you at the ball,” you said and walked through the door connecting his room to yours, painfully aware of the smile on your face.

It was as if you were in a happy dream and if that was the case, you never wanted to wake up. You were sure that it had been hours since you stepped foot into the greenhouse based on the sun, but you could swear it had only been minutes. It wasn’t until you heard a knock on the door that you snapped out of your haze and looked over your shoulder, your hands still in the pot.

“Josie?”

“Wow,” she said, looking around. “I hope I’m not interrupting?”

“No no,” you said, shaking your head and pulled your hands out of the pot to take off your gloves. “Welcome.”

“I mean you mentioned it the other day and I figured…” she said, motioning around. “This is impressive.”

“Look!” you turned around to grab the pot you had been working on and held it up, a bright smile on your face. “It’s a Queen of the Night Tulip!”

“Pretty.”

“And the one to your right is a Ghost Orchid, and—that’s Middlemist Red! My favorite!”

She forced a smile.

“You’re never leaving this place, are you?”

“Never,” you said with a laugh and walked to the next pot, which was a gladiolus flower. Josie took a deep breath.

“So,” she said. “She came to see me.”

“Hm?” you asked, looking at her again. “Who?”

She blinked a couple of times.

“Mother,” she said. “Mother came to see me. Are you alright?”

You could feel your heart dropping to your stomach, your happy mood getting dim like a sudden shadow on a sunny day but you pressed your lips together.

“Yeah,” you said. “Sorry I was just distracted. But none of us told them you were here, how did she…?”

“Must have heard from someone in the ton.”

“What did she say?”

“She uh… remember how she found those letters between me and Bess?”

“And threw them in the fire before father—” a bitter taste appeared in your mouth as you tried to shake off the memory. “Yes?”

“Well as it turns out she didn’t throw all of them in the fire,” she said. “There is one left, and she is threatening to show it to not only uncle but also the whole ton unless I give them money.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning back to the shelf.

“God damn it,” you muttered. “So not only are they using Teddy as a leverage for more money from uncle, they’re also—”

“Using Bess and Andrew,” she finished your sentence for you. “Yes. I don’t care what happens to me if the ton hears, but I can’t see them get hurt Y/N.”

You nodded your head.

“Of course not,” you said, running a hand over your eyes. “No that’s—that’s not going to happen. Did you tell them?”

“They were outside when mother decided to pay the visit,” she said. “I’ll tell them when I get home. I just wanted you to know before anyone else, just in case.”

You heaved a sigh, then walked to pull her into a hug.

“Josie…”

“I’m fine,” she said almost mechanically even though she wrapped her arms around you to hold you tight. “You know me, I can handle mother and father.”

You bit inside your cheek and pulled back to look at her better, holding her hand to squeeze it in an assuring manner.

“I know,” you said, remembering how relieved you felt when Benedict told you the same thing. “But you don’t have to handle them alone.”

She tried to smile and took a shaky breath, then looked around.

“Well alright then,” she said. “Go ahead, tell me all about these flowers.”

By the time Josie left it was near evening, and though you had told Benedict you would be taking separate carriages, you were so desperate to talk to him that you had ended up changing your mind. He looked quite surprised to see you waiting for him by the carriage but he knew something was troubling you with one look at your face.

So you had spent the entire road to the ball telling him about what happened.

“Letters?” he asked as he helped you out of the carriage when it stopped in front of the Elwick house. You took his hand and stepped out, then placed your hand on his arm while you walked towards the house.

“Letters,” you said. “Josie eloped very soon after that because—well, you can imagine how mother and father reacted.”

Benedict clenched his jaw. “Unbelievable,” he said. “You know, I was thinking I should talk to your father again and this just proves I must.”

“The last time you talked, you punched him.”

“I don’t have any regrets over that.”

“Neither do I, I’m glad you did,” you said. “That being said, I’m not putting your wellbeing over him getting what he deserves, so no.”

You both entered the house and passed through the foyer, the music getting louder and louder as you approached the ballroom.

“Y/N—”

“No way,” you insisted. “I get that you’re angry at them, and trust me I’m angry as well. Me and Josie, but I told you before. My father is not worth your attention, let alone your fury.”

He reached to hold your hand, running his thumb over your skin as if trying to assure you and you offered him a small smile.

“I’m alright.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know?”

You heaved a sigh and shrugged your shoulders, catching the sight of Andrew out of the corner of your eye, Benedict following your gaze.

“Did she tell him?”

“She said she would—I just didn’t think mother would actually go to Josie’s house,” you said. “My parents didn’t even know she was back in the country, so to come up with that plan as soon as they found out she’s here… I knew they were evil, I just didn’t think they’d be that fast.”

Benedict’s head snapped up.

“Wait,” he said. “They didn’t know she was here?”

“No,” you said. “The last they heard, Josie was going to Spain with Andrew and Bess so I figure they still thought she was there. Even I didn’t know she was coming back until she arrived here, there is no way they had an inkling.”

Benedict’s brows furrowed as if he was in deep thought, then he raised your hand to press a kiss on it.

“Just give me one moment my love, I will be back,” he said and strode to Andrew, muttering something to him before Andrew nodded and they both walked away. You frowned in confusion but then someone touched your arm, making you turn to them.

“Lottie!”

“Oh thank God you’re here, you’re going to save me,” Lottie said, linking her arm with yours and pulling you to the foyer, making you let out a small laugh.

“What? What is happening?”

“Tony hasn’t arrived yet and everyone is asking me a lot of questions about the wedding that I don’t even know the answers to,” she said as you followed her through the foyer. “And my mama has been taken hostage by other mamas who want to be invited to the engagement ball that I haven’t even planned yet it seems, so you’re to be my savior. We’re going to the backyard.”

You repressed a laugh. “There might be people there as well, you know.”

“Fewer people who will not be as enthusiastic to ask me questions, I’m hoping.”

You hummed as you both stepped out of the house to the backyard. “If someone does approach, do you want me to threaten them?”

“Goodness no!” she said. “That would be very rude!”

“What if they are approaching you to ask you questions about the engagement ball you haven’t planned yet?”

She thought for a moment, her lips pulling into a pout as if she was torn between decisions.

“Don’t threaten them verbally, just glare at them please?”

“Understood.”

“I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m the happiest lady in the entire world but—” she huffed as you two sat down on a bench. “Everyone has something to ask and nobody leaves us alone anymore Y/N! With Tony, it’s as if everyone swore to…”

“Interrupt you?” you said with a grin and she looked abashed for a moment.

“…Yes.”

“So I’m guessing no other scandalous behavior has taken place?”

“Y/N!”

“Just a question,” you teased her and she heaved a tormented sigh.

“If only,” she sulked. “Everyone seems to watch us closer now that we’re engaged.”

“Tell Anthony patience is a virtue,” you said, trying to stop the smirk on your face and she nodded.

“I have.”

You let out a small laugh. “Lottie, you’re too sweet.”

“Thank you—how about you and Benny?” she asked and you blinked a couple of times, clearing your throat.

“Hm?”

“I mean no one has seen you on a social outing of the ton for almost a week,” she said. “Everyone has a lot of ideas about the reason.”

“Such as?”

“You’d tell me if you were with child, would you not?”

Your eyes widened, your breath getting caught in your throat.

“What?!” you asked. “No—I mean yes I would tell you but no Lottie, that’s not what is happening!”

“Good,” she said. “Because you see, I have many things I wish to shop for before your baby gets here—”

“That baby is nonexistent as we speak, Lottie.”

“And I’d like a pre-warning,” she said like she wasn’t listening and you scoffed.

“So that’s what the ton thinks?”

“Some of them,” she said. “Why haven’t you been attending outings then?”

You shifted your weight, trying to come up with an excuse but thankfully you saw Benedict approaching out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh look, Benedict is here!” you said, motioning at him and he gave you a smile.

“Charlie.”

“Benny, hello!”

“Anthony just arrived, he was looking for you,” Benedict said, pointing back at the house with his thumb and Lottie let out a breath.

“Oh thank God,” she said, standing up. “Benny, have you seen anyone asking him questions about our engagement ball?”

Benedict made a face. “Please stop reminding me you’re engaged to my brother, I’m still not completely alright with that idea.”

You raised your brows and Lottie rolled her eyes.

“You do realize that you will be the best man, do you not?” she asked as if teasing him, making him let out a whine.

“Charlie!”

“I’ll see you inside Y/N.”

“See you inside,” you said with a laugh and watched her walk away. Benedict heaved a sigh and sat beside you.

“So they’re actually going to get married then?”

“Seems like it,” you said, patting him on the arm as if trying to assure him. “Will you be alright?”

“Ask me again later,” Benedict said and stole a look at you. “How about you?”

“I’m alright with them getting married, I don’t know why you’re making it such a big issue—”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he said and you paused for a moment, then nodded.

“Sure.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m fine, I just…” you let out a bitter laugh. “It’s rather surprising but it shouldn’t be. It’s just that, I’ve been so happy lately that I almost forgot they were here to cause trouble, does that make sense?”

“It absolutely does,” he said with that soft light in his eyes. “But it is going to be alright, I promise you.”

“What did you and Andrew talk about?” you asked, gazing up at him and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing important, I just asked about your parents.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Benedict.”

“Yes my love?”

“That will not distract me,” you pointed at him while trying very hard to not let it distract you, making him chuckle.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about,” he assured you. “I’m not putting myself or anyone you care about in danger, I swear to you.”

You pursed your lips, then heaved a sigh and turned a little to face the backyard, putting your head on his shoulder. He entwined his fingers with yours, pressing a kiss on top of your head before burying his nose into your hair.

“Let’s stay here for a while?” you asked. “I like being alone with you even when we’re not…you know.”

A small laugh vibrated his chest. “Same here darling.”

You heaved a sigh, then frowned when the thought hit you. “But we’re still going to—”

“Way ahead of you, they have a library on the other side of the house.”

“Good,” you said, a small smirk curling your lips as you stole a look at him. “I happen to be an admirer of books.”

Chapter 39

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dizzycoffee · 2 months

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Oh my gosh I love your writing!!! After reading the Vox x Angel Reader I was just "Wow so cute!"

And then I got this idea from it

What if Vox just can't do anything anymore or just say a simple "No" to (Female Angel)Reader without them using there puppy eyes on him ALL of the time even at times they don't do it intentionally

Like we just act a cute puppy once we are getting yelled at we just give our owners a sad puppy eye look and make them do what we want XDD

— Vox / Angel!Fem!Reader; Headcanons Part 2

KSGDHG thank you sm !!! this dynamic is honestly so much fun to write !

for the first post, click here !

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While Vox is still a bit hesitant to put a label in the relationship, the two of you definitely act like you're in a romantic one

A committed one at that, seeing as how you made it very clear you have no interest in anyone but him

He, on the other hand, makes it clear by the way he never refuses your requests

Usually, he's quite compliant when it comes to you asking for physical things

If you asked for anything, he'll gladly fulfill your needs

You're thirsty? Here's a water. You're cold? He's brought a blanket with him. You're tired? Please, lie down and he'll turn the lights down to make it easier to rest

There are two main instances in which hesitates with your requests...

Vox pulled the blanket over you, smiling to himself as he watched you yawn. "Go ahead and sleep, angel," he whispered. As he began to move away, your hand reached for his. Your touch left him buffering for a second, turning his head to look over at your pleading look. Despite the now darkened room, your eyes still shined amidst the darkness. "Can you stay with me?" you asked in a soft tone. Swallowing thickly, Vox felt himself hesitate for a moment. He obliged, slithering into bed next to you. Naturally, your wings wrapped themselves around him.

When in comes to more emotional / intimate requests, he finds himself a bit reluctant

Not because he doesn't want to— no no, he LOVES to cuddle you and all

It sort of comes back to his inferiority complex and how he doesn't want to end up corrupting you

He loves you, so much he's scared to hurt you in any way

He can't unsee how your hands feel so soft against his claws, the way your angelic wings warm his cold and stiff body

He feels he isn't meant to be loved by an angel like you...

You, on the other hand, don't particularly care whether he's an overlord, a demon, etc.

You don't necessarily hate his hesitance, because you understand that he's still struggling to come to terms that this whole relationship is okay

But you don't fully tolerate it, especially when all you want to do is kiss him

You developed this specific habit for him whenever he starts to hesitate or begin to think negatively

Vox cleared his throat, "You want... more kisses?" You held back a sigh, understanding that he was beginning to overthink things. You looked up at him, letting your eyes widen as your brows twitched into an expression that left him flustered. You pout your lips as you say, "Please, Voxy? For me?" It didn't take more than a second for his lips to be attached onto yours.

Emotional intimacy aside, he also hesitates to fulfill your requests whenever you visit while he works

The way he hardly gets any work done whenever you visit during work hours,,,

A soft hum left his lips as he kissed you, his claws gently caressing your cheek. He couldn't get over this overwhelming warm feeling you gave him. Your hands gently tugged at his shoulders as you peppered his lips with your kisses, his own hands running down to your hips to pull you further into his lap. "Vox?! We have a meeting!" The two of you jump, eyes flashing towards the locked door of Vox's office. "Fucking Val..." Vox mumbled before turning to you. "Sorry, angel. We'll have to cut the visit sho—" "But you promised we'd be together all day..." Like a switch, your previously flustered expression flipped to give him the puppy-eyes. He inhaled sharply, claws beginning to dig into your side. "I'm busy!" Vox yelled back out to Valentino. Ignoring the groans and complaints from behind the door, the two of you returned to your longing kisses.

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fairyhaos · 11 months

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how seventeen spend a day off with their s/o at home

requested by anon: can you write: how svt spend their free time at home with their s/o? (i imagine lots of cuddles and domestic stuff, but go give us details)

notes: mentions of violence (video games)

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seungcheol

sleeps. when he knows he has time to lie in on the weekend, he's turning off both of your alarms, closing the curtains tightly and hugging you against him in bed probably until noon of the next day. mostly bc he can't wait to get some (well deserved) rest and also because there's something soso domestic about going to sleep w you in his arms and waking up to your relaxed, sleeping face

jeonghan

is all "we should do something" but can never decide on what to do. it's weird, bc whenever he talks about what he'd do if he ever had a day off, he says that he's going to sleep through it. and then when a day off comes, he wants to Do things. takes so long to decide that he ends up doing nothing, but it's okay bc he had fun making you laugh while deciding what he wanted to do

joshua

asks you what you wanna do and goes along with anything from there. wanna watch a movie? okay baby tell him which one and in fact, let's watch ten. wanna have an entire spa day at home? ooh pls let him join he's always wanted to do one of those. the sweetest and softest actually, gazing at you adoringly the entire time bc he just loves spending time w you so, so much.

junhui

i don't know many video games, but jun seems like the type to bust out those nintendo games with the hand-held controllers that connect to the tv, or mario kart or something, and you spend the better part of the day yelling at each other while shaking the controls at the screen. pouts so bad if he loses, asks for conciliatory kisses and conciliatory cuddles, or else he's going to be sulking the entire day

hoshi

needs to be entertained every single minute otherwise his head is going to implode. hangs off of you like a koala the entire time, bc he gets so clingy when it's just the two of you, and honestly it's a little adorable to have a soft hoshi squished against your shoulder. watches you play games on your phone, has a nap while hugging you and needs to be woken up in the evening to have dinner

wonwoo

he's gaming on his computer for the entire day actually. you can sit in his bed and watch him, but if you whine for long enough then he'll probably let you sit on his lap provided you don't fidget too much. tries to teach you how to play before you tell him that you'd much rather just watch him. smiles at you during a lull in the game and kisses your forehead before going back to committing acts of violence against pixelated characters

woozi

initially planned to have a lie in w you that morning, but his body is so trained to getting up early that it didn't work. stares at you sleeping for about an hour or so. not in a creepy way, just in a very fond "you're adorable when you're asleep even when you're making small snoring sounds" kind of way. doesn't really do much the entire day, stays in bed w you before you both eventually get up to have some dinner

minghao

puts on music, sits on the sofa, and reads. needs to have you curled up against him tho, and you'll both read your respective books while the music swells around you. lets you do anything you want really, petting your hair when you headbutt his hand, interlacing your fingers with his when you nudge his wrist. smiles at you over his book, eyes soft with love

mingyu

bakes. bakes batches n batches of cookies with you even if you say you're terrible at baking bc "nonsense no one's terrible at baking". almost breaks the stand mixer by nearly dropping it when he's getting it out of the cupboard. pinches your cheeks while his hands are covered in flour. lets you lick the spoon afterwards, ruffling your hair and calling you cute. still with flour on his hands.

dokyeom

stages impromptu karaoke sessions for the whole day. you don't even need to have a karaoke machine, he'll just put those sing-along videos on the tv and jump around screaming the lyrics with you. sings the entire day, even if you get tired, and eventually ends up serenading you with love songs before abandoning the karaoke to kiss you nice and sweetly, the music muffled in the background.

seungkwan

idk like mingyu he probably also bakes. wants to be like those aesthetic pinterest girlies w cream and strawberry cakes with pretty piping, and it goes pretty well? he has fun baking w you, and tries to make that dalgona coffee afterwards but gives up after a bit bc his arms started to hurt. but good thing is his cake tasted rlly nice, especially bc it was made with his love for you :D ("kwan that doesn't make sense" "shh yes it does")

vernon

binge watches tv shows and movies with you. you get out all the snacks, pile them up on the coffee table, and then turn on the television and watch countless episodes of american sitcoms or netflix shows or, one time, (almost) the entirety of the mcu. it's a day of laughing at the screen, hansol's arm a warm and comforting weight against yours, eating junk and feeling utterly relaxed with him by your side

chan

days off with chan are probably very spontaneous and could be anything. one time you spent the entire day watching ted talks and tried to perform stand up comedy to each other after a particularly interesting video. another time you played monopoly on the app for three hours straight then had to stop before you threw his phone against the wall in frustration. they're always very relaxed days, but it's fun nevertheless

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Yours Forever and Ever : Part 2

Yandere Katakuri x Isekai Reader

Things to note: Angst, Manipulative Behavior - where Katakuri gaslights [Y/n] and guilt-trips her.

Much to her surprise, Katakuri has been very nice to her. His behavior towards her was like a slap to her face when she compared it to the possible worst-case scenarios she had of him. It's not like she was complaining though.

"Are you bored?"

Katakuri's voice snapped her out of her daze. She was sitting on the edge of his bed and was daydreaming. Katakuri sat on what seemed like his working desk, writing something. It probably has something to do with the wedding preparations.

"Kind of?" [Y/n] tilted her head.

Katakuri looked at her before dropping his quill pen and walking towards her. The bed shifted a little when he sat beside her.

"I've been wanting to ask you something," Katakuri started. [Y/n] stared at him silently, waiting for him to continue. "How do you feel about this whole thing?"

"Which one? Being kidnapped and held as a hostage or my friend's wedding with your sister?"

"Everything," Katakuri answered.

"Sure, this whole thing was unexpected but I'm not bothered at all," She shrugged.

"And why is that?"

"Well, when you have someone like Luffy as your captain, crazy things always happen which is normal. Plus, I have faith in Luffy. I know we will always find a way out of difficult situations," Katakuri noticed how her lips curled up into a soft smile, how her eyes looked innocent and overall, a gentle expression she has on her face.

Katakuri was jealous of Luffy. He didn't like how she was so devoted to Luffy. How much she trusted him and her loyalty towards him. What does that damn straw hat has that he doesn't? What should he do to make her act the same towards him? He didn't know but one thing for sure, no matter what, he would never let go of her.

Katakuri hesitated to ask but did it anyway, "Does that mean... you will leave me?"

[Y/n] paused not knowing what to say. Katakuri had been sweet to her. He was kind and she felt grateful towards him but staying here forever? She couldn't see that happening. She didn't mind visiting him occasionally but being stuck in a place forever? Joining a crew as worse as the Big Mom pirates? Yeah, no.

Katakuri was such a sweetheart and a good friend of hers. He'd probably be happy if she accepted his offer to join his crew but that was only him and maybe Brulee too but the others? She'd probably spend the rest of her life being bullied by them whenever Katakuri wasn't around.

"[Y/n]?" Katakuri called her. She looked at him in the eyes and sighed, "Katakuri, you're a very nice person and I'm thankful for that. I honestly don't know what would have happened to me if your siblings were the ones I'd be held hostage by."

Katakuri smiled under his scarf, "It's not a problem at all."

"But I don't think I can abandon my crew for something like that," [Y/n] didn't dare to look at him in the eyes. She knew Katakuri would be upset.

"Am I not important to you?" His voice was cold and there was a hint of sadness behind it.

"You are!" She quickly denied him. "It's just.. you know, I don't know how to explain it but I will come by and visit you often," She tried to reassure him but it didn't help. Katakuri was still gloomy.

[Y/n] was met with silence. Katakuri didn't even look at her. He just stared into space not saying anything which worried her. She placed her hand on his and squeezed it lightly, "Katakuri? I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? I wish we met under different circumstances."

"I don't want that," Katakuri mumbled but [Y/n] couldn't make out what he said.

"Come again?"

Katakuri slowly took off his scarf, dropping it on the floor. He finally faced [Y/n] but this time his whole face was exposed, allowing her to see his expression.

When she saw her face, it shocked her. His mouth turned downwards, frowning. His eyebrows knitted together and his eyes reflected desperation, frustration, and sadness. [Y/n] had never seen Katakuri like this. The only time she had seen him with this kind of expression was when he was younger and Brulee got hurt.

"I don't want that, [Y/n]!" He hugged her. "Please don't leave me."

[Y/n] didn't know what to say. Why was Katakuri acting like this? She couldn't think of any other reason but one. He liked her but why? They haven't known each other for long. Was it love at first sight? No, that was absurd and out of character for him.

[Y/n] remembered something and wanted to make sure what she thought was right. She pushed Katakuri away and looked at him.

"Why did you take off your scarf?"

Katakuri was taken aback by her sudden question.

"You never took it off so I assume that it's your biggest insecurity," She continued. "So, why?"

Katakuri sighed, "Because I trusted you. I had a feeling you wouldn't judge me." Well, he wasn't wrong but he literally killed people if they saw him like this even if it was unintentional, and yet here he was, taking it off and showing his weakness to her willingly.

So, she was right. Katakuri liked her but what about her? She didn't know how to feel about this. She knew about Katakuri but never got to know him personally.

"Or am I wrong? Do you hate me now because I look like this?" Katakuri said which made her stare at him in disbelief. "What? No! Are you kidding me?"

Katakuri smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear, "Then, I don't see the problem here."

[Y/n] avoided his eyes and sighed, "No, you are not getting it, Katakuri. I can't just abandon my crew. I have friends out there and I can't leave them like-"

Katakuri cut her off with a groan, "It's always about your crew. What about me? Do you not care about me? Then all those words you said were just words that meant nothing. You're lying to me, [Y/n]."

"No, Katakuri, that's not what I meant," But she was cut off by the knocks from a servant.

"Katakuri-sama? Mama would like to see you," He said before leaving.

"It's okay, you can stop pretending to care. It hurts more if you act like you care. I would prefer if you didn't and just be honest with me," Katakuri said as he got up from the bed and put on his scarf.

He started to walk away but [Y/n] immediately followed him.

"Wait, no! You've got it all wrong!" She grabbed his arm to stop him but Katakuri shook it off. With his strength, [Y/n] fell onto the ground and yelped in pain.

Katakuri looked at her and for a moment, he felt bad for hurting her. It wasn't his intention to hurt her and never will he hurt her. He walked back to her and crouched down.

He took her wrists in his hand and destroyed those cuffs. [Y/n] closed her eyes waiting for the explosion but it never came. She opened her eyes and was met with Katakuri's cold ones.

"It was just a fake to scare you off."

[Y/n] looked at her now free hands and looked back at Katakuri.

"You're free now. You can run back to your crew that you love so much and leave me behind," Katakuri said making her feel a pang of guilt.

[Y/n] didn't move an inch. She stayed in the same position.

"What's stopping you, [Y/n]? I don't matter to you and nothing is holding you back so what's stopping you?" Katakuri repeated before standing up and turning around to leave.

"Katakuri! There's been a misunderstanding. Please, hear me out!" [Y/n] pleaded but Katakuri ignored her pleas slamming the door in her face.

"Katakuri..." [Y/n] whispered sadly.

[Y/n] felt guilty. Had she gone too far with rejecting him? But it was all too sudden for her and she didn't know what to do. She didn't know Katakuri was feeling like that.

She felt like crap. She felt like a horrible person. She didn't want to leave her crew. She had stayed with them for a long time and grew fond of them but she didn't want to leave Katakuri too. Especially, now that she knows he felt hurt and betrayed by her.

[Y/n] didn't know what was the right decision to make.

Should she stay?

#one piece #yandere one piece #yandere katakuri #yandere x reader #charlotte katakuri x reader #op katakuri #katakuri one piece #katakuri x reader #charlotte katakuri

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keiriiz · 12 days

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General Chrollo Headcanons!

I will be making a separate post for my romantic/relationship headcanons of him! I’m a bit nervous because I know I’m in the minority with some of my views however I’m up for making a second part to this as this definitely isn’t all, or even expanding on certain things if anyone’s interest. My request box is always open ✨

✥ Chrollo has Autism Spectrum Disorder. Aside from his childhood trauma, this can also affect his ability to identify and express his emotions. He’s also a master of masking, but if he’s out and overwhelmed, he’s definitely stimming with his fingers when he places his hands in his pockets.

✥ Chrollo Lucilfer and “Boss” started off as two different identities. Being the Head of the Phantom Troupe was merely another role however over the years, Chrollo started to lose his individuality. He’s gotten lost in the idea of being a villain that being himself sometimes feels foreign, or he might not recognize it when that side of him comes out. It wasn’t just Sarasa that died that day, but a piece of himself as well.

✥ Chrollo himself is a bit childish. He gets a small glint of genuine joy in his eyes when he’s talking about something he’s passionate about. Whether it’s a book series, the Power Cleaners, or certain species of arachnid. Seeing that side of him truly is something as it only comes out when he’s completely comfortable.

✥ On the other hand of that not, when he’s upset this also leads to him being pretty impulsive and making rather rash decisions. Chrollo is a master strategist but that can fall apart when pushed enough.

✥ Chrollo hums to himself when there’s a toon he’s fond of playing. Most times it’s subconsciously and he doesn’t even catch himself doing so unless it’s pointed out to him.

✥ This man hates crowds of people. Not being able to keep track of what everyone’s doing, the heat, the smell- It’s completely awful to him. It’s more overwhelming than most heists and if not on a job he will avoid them at all costs.

✥ Chrollo is very comfortable in his gender as a cis man but often indulges in things that are stereotypically feminine. Make up, painting his nails, even sporting a bit of women’s garments into his every day style.

✥ The Troupe as a whole is a found family of sorts, but Chrollo holds a particular closeness with the original members. The Spider he was closest with overall being Pakunoda.

✥ Given what we know about Nen, I believe Chrollo was born as a natural conjuror. Though with him changing as a person and honing his Nen for those three years, his aura adapted to specialization.

✥ Chrollo’s ethnicity is Japanese Italian. A true wasian man if I do say so myself. Though I feel he’s a bit more in touch with his Japanese heritage.

✥ He returns a lot to Meteor City outside of his Troupe affairs. He’s somewhat famous there and you bet there’s kids running up to him, gently tugging at his coat asking him to tell them about his “adventures”. Chrollo of course does so on his free time, sharing stories of their heists though somewhat spinning it to paint them as heroes akin to the Power Cleaners.

✥ Chrollo doesn’t kill innocent people unless they’re accidentally caught in the crossfire or truly it’s necessary like how he used the crowd in his fight with Hisoka.

✥ Chrollo suffers from insomnia due to being plagued by night terrors though aside from that he can honestly fall asleep anywhere if tired enough. It doesn’t matter if it’s the hair ground of the forest or a nice bed, he’ll make due.

✥ Of course if given a bed, you will definitely catch this man hugging/cuddling his pillow. And he definitely prefers to be completely smothered in blankets and pillows to feel like he’s been held. (I’ll say it now, he’s a little spoon)

✥ Chrollo is definitely a light weight when it comes to alcohol. He’s buzzed on two cheap beers so he’s always careful to restrain himself in that regard.

✥ He is a S class NERD. Chrollo will shame movie or show adaptations for their inaccuracies to their book counterparts. If someone brings up an obscure topic that he just so happened to read about, he’s making his knowledge known.

✥ Pretty much everyone is aware of Chrollo’s love for pudding but I’m here to say his love for sweets is endless. Cakes, ice cream, candies, chocolate- he literally can’t get enough. And bet your ass he’s suffered a deal of tooth pain during his younger years because of it. Though he’s good on his dental hygiene as an adult.

✥ Chrollo can naturally be quite competitive. Whether he’s playing chess or just entertaining a Troupe member’s game of hang man. He’s always going for the win.

✥ When he’s not masking, Chrollo’s genuine laugh is truly adorable. On the rare occasion he might even snort. (He’ll always deny that he did though)

✥ Being from Meteor City, Chrollo is on the most accepting and least judgmental people when it comes to LGBTQ, race, religion/culture, mental disorders, or any physical differences. He didn’t even know something like being gay or trans was looking down on in certain places of the world.

I hope you guys appreciate these. I truly can ramble about this man all day if you really want ❤️

#hxh #phantom troupe #hunter x hunter #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #kuroro #kuroro rushirufuru #chrollo headcanons #headcanons #genei ryodan #pakunoda #hxh chrollo #hxh headcanons #i’m literally obsessed

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YOUR DOKJA X READERS ARE SO CUTEEEEE. How about a scenario w/ clingy Dokja trying to suppress his clinginess because Jungyeok is forcing him in a side mission but he doesn't want to leave reader's side 😭😭😭

heheeheheheheehheheheheeheclingydokjahehehehehehehehehehheheheheheheheh

im going to use main scenario no.6 (peace land), also, ur a healer

golden retriever boyfriend kim dokja >>

i cant really remember what happened in MS6

Hahhh fuck..he really didn't want to leave you...at times like this, Kim Dokja would be willing to participate, but this changed when he realized you weren't going to participate. "Do I have to?"

"Yes." Yoo Joonghyuk shut down Kim Dokja in an instant. "Hahaha, really..." Kim Dokja mumbled, his hand massaging his forehead along with an annoyed look. This man was really attached to you, ever since you first started officially dating him.

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In a secluded space, Kim Dokja ran into your arms as he cuddled his head along the crook of your neck. "[name]..." He mumbled. "Yes Dokja?" you replied, hand combing through his hair softly. "I don't wanna leave you..." You laughed softly and smiled.

"I'm sorry baby, I have to take care of all the injured people. How about this, when you come back, we can cuddle and if you're hurt, I'll heal you alright?" He looked up at you. "Really? You promise?" He spoke eagerly. "Yes, promise." You smiled at him as he kissed you on the lips and smiled.

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Soon it was time to leave. Dokja ran up to you, hugging you tightly. "I don't want to go...*hyuk*" he hiccupped, sobbing slightly dramatically. "Awh, you'll be fine without me, it won't be that long til' you see me again!" You smiled, giving him a peck on the forehead.

In response he stared at you with puppy dog eyes. "W-what?" you put a hand up, blocking him from leaning in closer, blushing. "You didn't kiss me on the lips.." He pouted sadly. If he was a dog, you'd see his ears and tail droop in a very depressed manner.

"Ah-I see!" You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss-on the lips this time. As if it was some high-end magical cure, Dokja instantly became happy again.

Coming out of the tent all prepared, Kim Dokja was fired up and ready to complete the main scenario-whatever it might be. Of course, he wouldn't show his eagerness to anyone but you. This little golden retriever side of him was only accessible to be seen by your eyes. 'Gotta complete this so I can see [name] sooner!', he thought.

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Days passed as Kim Dokja missed you even more and more. Ohhhh when will he ever be reunited with you again?

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Finally, after the banquet that was held finished, Dokja could finally be with you again. Transporting back to your world, he opened his eyes and saw your figure waiting for him in the distance. He quickly ran and embraced you in a tight hug. "I missed you so much [name]..." He could finally breath in your scent, feel your hugs, and talk to you again. He honestly didn't care about hiding his clinginess anymore, he just misses you so much (not that he hid it very well anyway).

"You're back! How'd it go? Are you hurt anymore?" You flooded him with questions, eager to see him again. You dragged him in the pop-up medical station that was set for any injured or sick people. "Sit!" You declared, pushing him down on the make-shift bed. You check his temperature, any signs of blood, to the very bone. Even though he was fine, you still gave him a health potion, and also used your own skill to heal him. You guys really were the perfect couple, or at least close enough, considering the whole apocalypse and all.

#kim dokja #kim dokja x reader #kdj x reader #kdj #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint x reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv x reader #manhwa x reader

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bedsyandco · 1 month

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— 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞

a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what?

both violet and luke are very affectionate with one another. they’ve known each other so long and they’re very comfortable in each other’s space. and because of that comfortability it’s very rare that you will see one without the other nearby. usually when they are apart, it’s not by choice. I could see luke being the one who is more verbally affectionate (he’s a yapper😌) he just always knows what to say and he’s very good at showing his love for violet through words. anyone can realise how much luke loves her just by the way he talks about her. as for vi, it’s not that she isn’t verbally affectionate with luke (trust she loves telling her boy how much he means to her) but she’s definitely more of a physical affection type of person. (so is lukey, but between the two of them he’s the one who’s more verbally affectionate yk) ANYWAY point is, lots of affection going around in this relationship !!

b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements?

luke and violet have a few different sleeping arrangements. a common one they like is luke laying on top of her with his head resting on her chest (you know luke loves getting head and back scratches🤭) something that hasn’t been discussed a lot is violet’s love for luke’s chest. she’s obsessed. so laying her head against his chest (right over his heart🥺) with his arms wrapped around her is always a comfortable position for her. I think they’ll honestly sleep in any position as long as they’re pressed together. like no space. luke likes his girl close.

c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how does the other one look after them?

luke just wants to be held. he just wants to be close to vi whenever he’s feeling down or something’s wrong. she knows him well enough to know when he wants to talk about it and when he doesn’t so she always just holds him close and gently runs her fingers through his curls. luke will eventually discuss it but violet knows not to push before he’s ready. when violet needs comfort, she needs to talk. she needs reassurance that she’s not insane and her feelings are valid. and luke always listens so intently, running his hands soothingly up and down her arm or her back. and luke is very rational too, so she loves hearing his advice and perspective on whatever is bothering her. she knows luke 100% has her best interest at heart so she trusts what he says.

d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or is it a team effort?

violet and luke have a good mix of going out dates and staying in dates but I think both of them much prefer staying in. ordering a pizza and watching a movie on the couch. Luke and violet are both big movie buffs and they both really enjoy watching movies together! I could totally see them having like a “Luke and Vi move tier list” and they rate it and everything. when they do go out I don’t think there’s one person who plans the date each time. They’re more of a we decide together, team effort kind of vibe. However I can see Luke taking vi out on a surprise date every now and then that he plans and puts a lot of thought into.

e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends’ events?

both luke and vi are very family oriented so to say they go to a lot of family events and gatherings together would be an understatement. Violet is really close with the hughes family, even all luke’s cousins. Like his whole extended family knows and adores her and she always accompanies him to every birthday, dinner, wedding, etc. even when her and luke were just friends, she’d always be the one going with him. and everyone would beg luke to bring vi because they just love her so much. and even when luke can’t go to some things like let’s say his little cousin is having a birthday party and ofc he can’t be there because he’s playing, violet will still go, take a present, spend some time with the family. and luke is just as close with her family, like we’ve talked about how close he is with violet’s brother, daxton. I mean luke and dax text almost as much, if not more, than vi and dax and they have a really good relationship. dax always comes to luke for advice. luke’s the one that influenced him to play hockey. luke is dax’s brother no matter what happens between vi and lu. and of course violet’s parents absolutely adore luke. her dad’s been calling him his son in law since he first met him, so they have a really close bond too. as for friends, vi and luke have the same friends. all luke’s friends are vi’s friends and vice versa. they’re that cute annoying couple in the friend group that always show up to friend events together.

f = fights; are arguments something that happen often? what are they over, and how are they resolved?

violet and luke don’t argue often. I think a lof of their arguments (the like two that they’ve had since they’ve started dating😭) is about the long distance. luke hates it. HATES IT. and he’s pretty upset that violet doesn’t wanna move to jersey until she’s graduated but he also understands why she doesn’t want to. he just gets these moments where he misses her so so much and he gets a little annoyed that she isn’t there with him and he’d make a comment or two about it and they’ll have a little argument but luke always comes to his senses and tells violet he supports her 100% and he knows how much she loves umich and how much she wants to graduate there and he’s her biggest supporter. I could totally see them having little petty arguments sometimes tho. maybe vi is a little sleep deprived and talked to him a little rudely and they’ll have a little moment but both of them always apologize quickly and work it out!! they hate fighting!! I will say I think fighting was a lot more common before they got together. especially in the vi and noah era.

g = getting together; how did it all come about? were there any pre-existing relationships between them?

this is kinda well known already. but luke and violet have been best friends since highschool. they’ve always had more of a flirty situation going on (iykyk) everyone has been waiting years for them to get together!!

h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include their partner in them?

luke’s hobbies are hockey, watching movies and building lego’s or little models of things. violets obviously been watching luke play for years now (she’s his #1 fan). and they love building little things together. i’ve said before that violet loves buying them as presents for luke but they build them together and he’s not allowed to even glance at it when she’s at mich and he’s in jersey without her. violet likes thrifting and I can totally see her dragging luke with her to the thrift store. he doesn’t particularly love it (or any shopping for that matter) but he does enjoy spending time with her so he does it happily. can also see violet being a little bit of a gamer 🤭

i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after?

both of them turn into little babies when they’re sick. luke gets all pouty and cuddly and won’t let violet do anything but cuddle with him. and violet is a little koala when she’s sick and she clings to luke so much. she’d pretend to put up a bit of a fight when he tries to take care of her bc she doesn’t wanna get him sick but vi hates getting sick, and luke’s cuddles make everything better so she’s definitely a little needy when she’s ill.

j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humour? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else?

they do love to tease each other. and I would say both of them are relatively funny, but they are EXTREMELY sarcastic. they can go back and forth with sarcastic quips for hours. and bless someone (it’s almost always dylan😔) when they decided to team up against you. luke and vi love to laugh and no one quite gets their humour like each other.

k = knowing; who can read their partners like a book? is there anyone who’s got their walls up, even around their partner?

violet can read luke really easily. every little expression, action, way he words things. she knows exactly what he means and what he’s feeling. he can never hide it from her, she just knows him too well. but violets also the one person he can 100% be himself with and tell and show everything so why would he wanna hide things from her? violet on the other hand can hide things from luke (not that she does) but she could hide it from him until she’s thought about a better way to talk to him ykwim. luke on the other hand… she’ll just see right through him.

l = lavish; is there anyone who really likes to treat their partner?

this isn’t something we’ve discussed a lot but I really do think that Violet loves spending her money on luke and buying him gifts. I would say both luke and vi love spending money on each other but they do it in different ways. luke loves spending money on things they could do together. trips, dates, plane tickets to games, etc. violet just loves buying him gifts. clothes especially but also little building models, sneakers, watches, etc. she loves spoiling her guy.

m = memories - is anyone more on the sentimental side?

again I think both luke and vi are sentimental just in different ways. luke likes to keep physical things from their relationship. the pencil violet loaned him on the day they met, his bracelet she made him that’s falling apart but he can’t get rid of it, violet’s ticket of the first game he invited her to. things like that he likes to keep in a little “violet box” violet on the other hand likes to keep photos and videos. she has hard drives with hundreds and hundreds of photos on it of the two of them over the years and she won’t get rid of any of them.

n = nights; what’s the nighttime routine like when they’re together?

when they’re together lu and vi have a pretty chill night routine. they’ll brush their teeth together, do skin care, luke will help braid violet’s hair (otherwise it gets tangled) then go to bed and talk for a little bit. it could be just a catch up on their day if they didn’t see each other a lot. or maybe it’s about upcoming trips either one of them have. or what they wanna do for their birthdays. what they’re gonna get a friend for their bday. just a range of different things until they both drift off to sleep.

o = open; how open is everyone with one another?

luke and vi are very open with each other. quinn likes to joke that they’re majorly codependent on one another and that he doesn’t know what they’d do if they were ever separated. (and they do find it really hard to be in a long distance relationship bc of this) but luke and vi have really great communication in their relationship. whenever something is going on or something if bothering one of them, they’ll tell the other person and they’ll discuss it. they know everything about each other.

p = pda; what’s pda like with them? is there anyone who loves it, and anyone who’s less fond of it? what actions/words does it manifest as?

luke and vi’s pda is definitely towards the high end of the spectrum. not heavy pda (unless they’re drunk) but they definitely display their affection quite publicly. luke always has a hand on vi. on her hip, waist, leg. and she’s always pressed against him. they also love the occasional kiss (what? your telling luke his girl is right there and he’s not allowed to kiss her?) violet’s hands are also always roaming luke’s body. her arms looped around one of his while they’re walking. her hand in his hair or at the back of his neck when they’re sitting somewhere. they’re definitely affectionate enough in public that you can tell they’re dating.

q = quiet; who prefers to spend their time with their partner out and about, and who likes to spend it at home?

I think both luke and violet prefer to have a night in. they do enjoy the occasional night out. most of the times it will just be a quiet dinner or a movie. or they do really enjoy going out with their friends or the team. but if it’s just the two of them, they prefer to be cuddled up on the couch or in bed.

r = romantic; is anyone a bit of a sap for their partner?

luke. 100%. I don’t think I need to expand on this a lot. he is so so smitten for violet. luke is the softest boy when it comes to his girl. and he’s not afraid to show it either. EVERYBODY knows how much of a sap luke is for vi and they all tease him for it😌

s = sharing; is there anyone who’s particularly territorial of their partners?

between luke and vi I’d say both of them are pretty territorial. violet maybe a little bit more. she’s a bit possessive over her lukey but not in a obsessive toxic way. more in a he’s her favourite person and she wants to spend all day everyday with him. (okay…maybe a tad obsessive but who can blame her??) luke on the other hand is more possessive and territorial when there’s a guy actively trying to get with violet. like they’re flirting with her, then his possessiveness comes out full force.

t = terms of endearment; nicknames! who’s crazy on them, and who do they make cringe? what’re the go-to’s?

luke and violet’s go-to terms of endearment are babe and baby. the overused and boring ones yes, but they make it cute🥰 the nicknames are the usual ones as well; lu, lukey, pretty boy. vi, vivi.

u = urge; who’s the most impulsive? who do they loop into their plans, and who entertains their antics?

I think Violet would be the one who is more impulsive. she’s more likely to do adventurous things and luke will 100% egg her on. violet is also the one person in the world who could get luke to do anything she wanted. like if she asked him to do skydiving with her, he wouldn’t even hesitate to go because that’s what she wants and it will be fun.

v = vacations; how do holidays go? are they big exotic trips, or the occasional staycation?

luke and violet do enjoy the occasional vacation somewhere tropical, or in europe. but I think their favourite thing is always going to one of their lake houses.

w = worthy; how are insecurities handled? is anyone more self-conscious than the others?

don’t know if this will come as a surprise to some people but I think luke would be the one who is more insecure. violet is very confident in herself and in their relationship. and while she does get possessive of luke, that doesn’t stem from a place of insecurity. more just the fact that he’s hers. I think Luke does feel a little insecure sometimes when he sees a guy flirt with vi or even all the close guy friends she has. the funny thing is in high school for example, that feeling didn’t exist. and I think it really stems from violet and noah’s relationship. I don’t think it’s been highlighted enough how much their relationship affected Luke and the way he thinks in his relationship with vi. Luke thinks a lot about what Vi’s life would’ve looked like if she ended up with noah, and if he would’ve been able to offer her more than he could. especially because violet is still at umich, with noah, while luke is in jersey. and while he knows, 100%, violet would never ever cheat on him, it bothers him more than it probably should.

x = xoxo; who checks up on their partners a lot when they’re apart? do they call, or are texts enough to make them feel close?

because violet knows how much luke misses her (and she misses him), she really makes an effort to text him a lot during the day. good morning texts, good night texts, little texts throughout the day. and they call each other every day. face timing if they can.

y = yearn; who misses their partners the easiest (ie, calls them to hear their voices when all they’ve done is run to the grocery store)?

luke. hands down. violet could get up from the bed and go to the kitchen and not even three seconds later luke would be up and following her. he’s a clingy bf but violet absolutely loves it. he just wants to be with her constantly🥺

z = zealous; who was especially eager in their pursuit of the relationship? was anyone more reserved in their want for it?

we’ve talked about this too but both luke and vi were a little hesitant to get together because both of them valued their friendship so much and didn’t wanna mess things up between them. both of them do wish that they put their worries aside and got together sooner though!! <3

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ violet + luke ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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adrealucia · 1 year

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pairing: agedup!ao’nung x y/n

warnings: mature content, first time, p in v, fingering, praising, ao’nung being a total softie and so whipped for you

word count: 5k

wanna read part one?

Truth or dare

Some time has passed, and many kisses have been shared between you and Ao'nung. Still, you guys have not discussed the status of your relationship and it drives you crazy. Are you friends? Are you, friends, that occasionally share some kisses and sometimes share a bed and cuddle or maybe you guys are officially dating at this point and you are just clueless?

You never went past the point of kissing, maybe you have rubbed yourself on his thigh once or twice, but never more than that. It is not that you don't want to do more, because every time Kiri tells you about her little "experiences" she has made with Rotxo by now, you are craving the feeling of sharing these experiences with Ao'nung as well. You actually tried to go a little further by now, but something always comes between the two of you.

Sometimes you wonder if it is your fault, that you guys haven't done anything too sexual yet, and some days you wonder if it is because Ao'nung does not want to sleep with you. You are shy and would like him to make the first step, but he never does it, and when you try to get up on his lap, kiss down his neck, moving your hips a little bit back and forth, he always finds a way to stop what you are doing and brings everything back to an innocent mood.

"You think it is because he doesn't like me?" the question leaves your mouth, followed by a little cry. Kiri looks at you as if she was about to just slap you across the face. "No dumbass, you are innocent and he is not. I bet he just doesn't want to ruin you in that way."

"Ruin me? why would ruin me? It's normal..."

"Mh... maybe he wants to bond first?" Your best friend tries to think of possible reasons why he wouldn't want to sleep with you. But honestly, she couldn't think of another reason. "He has slept with other women before and as far as I know he is not mated with any of these!"

"Maybe he is though!" Jokingly she started to open her eyes in disbelief and held her hand to her mouth in shock. You rolled your eyes at her and lightly slapped her shoulder. "I am being serious... What am I supposed to do?" you sigh, throwing your head back, and staring at the sky. "Talk to him... honestly, just straight up ask him why he doesn't want to have sex with you."

Alone the thought of talking to him about sex makes your face turn a darker shade. "I don't know, maybe I am not ready for it anyways..." Kiri looks at you, one eyebrow lifted and a judging expression covering her face. "If you wouldn't be ready, you wouldn't be worrying about it so much."

Maybe she is right, but you weren't sure about it.

Later that day you were still struggling with the thought of just talking to him about it. But otherwise, you might never find out the reason why he does not want to touch you like that. So you made up a little plan.

"Kiri, Rotxo and I are gonna meet up in my Marui later, you want to come as well? We want to play truth or dare."

"Yeah sure, why not."

Kiri helped you with figuring out the plan, even though that made you feel a little bit embarrassed. But your friend swore to you she wouldn't judge and neither would her "boyfriend". You hated this word, why did it seem so easy for everyone else around you? It feels like you are the only one that has a hard time with the whole relationship thing.

"Is he coming or not?" Kiri complains and rests her fragile against Rotxos, they were cute, that's something you had to admit to yourself. "He said he would." you shrug your shoulders, actually you kind of hope he wouldn't show up, so you wouldn't have to embarrass yourself like that. "Why don't we already start playing?" Rotxo gives you an uplifting smile and places the knife from the very first night on the ground. You and your best friend exchange a quick glance and then nod to agree with his idea.

"I want to start this time!" Kiri grabs the knife and spins it, without anyone having the chance to complain. Not like you would have complained in the first place. You were way too nervous to actually speak up right now. The sharp end of the knife pointed toward her boyfriend and with a grin on her lips, she turned to him. "Truth or dare, baby?"

"Truth"

For a moment she seemed to think about the question she was about to ask him. Repeatedly touching her lips with her finger and then smiling. "What was your very first impression of me?"

Rotxo held back a chuckle and looked away for a second, cheeks flushing darker. "You looked interesting to me, different, but also weird... I mean that is appearance-wise. The first time I ever spoke to you, I immediately knew you are the smartest girl I ever met... and I thought your smile was really pretty too..."

You envy these two so much. Even though Ao'nung says sweet stuff to you all the time, it's just not the same. "... you are so cute!" she says, smiling shyly and slightly pressing her body against Rotxos. He also leaned against her and now you kind of started to miss Ao'nung. "My turn!" Rotxo excitedly spins the knife and while he does so, someone enters your Marui.

Ao'nung.

Your eyes were so fixated on him, that you did not even acknowledge the knife pointing directly at you. He looked so pretty to you, his hair halfway up and halfway falling down his broad shoulders. "Sorry I am so late, Dad needed me..." He whispered against your ear like he only speaks to you.

"y/n, truth or dare?"

You blinked a few times, coming back into the present moment. With confusion, you looked into Rotxos eyes and then down at the knife. "...umm dare?" Your voice was quiet because Ao'nungs presence still makes you nervous. "Why don't you give our latecomer a little welcome kiss?"

How much you hated it when Rotxo suddenly became so brave. Kiri really had no good influence on him. Your "almost boyfriend" began to chuckle, he seemed to like the idea. "yeah give the latecomer a little kiss" his deep voice gave you shivers down your spine and made your knees feel a little weak. You were still embarrassed to kiss him in front of your friends, but it was a pretty small audience so that made it easier for you.

You slightly tilt your head, looking up into his face and he already had that smug grin covering his face. With your big doe looking eyes you focus on his lips before gently pressing yours against his. In the background, you could clearly hear Kiri punching Rotxos arm out of excitement as if she saw the two of you kissing for the very first time. One of his rather big hands gently cups your face and pulls you ever closer to him. You loved the way he kissed you, always so loving and sweet, and now that you learned a bit from him, you also don't overthink too much when kissing him. The kiss did not last very long and he pulled apart from you. For a moment you stayed close, locking eyes and smiling at each other.

You pressed your lips together, turning away from him and trying to focus on the game again. "Okay... my turn" you spin the knife and this time it chose Kiri as its next victim.

"Give me a dare!" she pleads, folding her hands into a prayer gesture. You have never been the most creative when it came to truth-or-dare questions. Searching for help you looked over to Ao'nung. Immediately understanding he pulls you close and whispers something into your ear.

"I dare you to get on Rotxos lap... and whisper something... dirty into his ear."

You stutter a little bit when saying these words out loud. Kiri quietly chuckles, nods, and gets on her boyfriend's lap. Carefully she leans closer to his ear, seductively rolling her hips one and then she whispers something into his ear, only he can hear. Immediately Rotxo starts to blush and presses his lips together, in shame. The fact, that Ao'nung has these ideas in mind and never lives them out with you makes you sad. "That was an easy one" Kiri states and turns around in his lap, making her way between his legs, gets comfortable again, and rests her back against his chest. Might have been easy for her, but the flustered expression on Rotxos face tells a whole different story.

She moves forward a little bit, spinning the knife again, and grins evilly when the sharp end points towards Ao'nung. You know she won't go easy on the two of you, considering the plan that you had made earlier today. "Ao'nung, truth or dare?" she asks, challenging him to make a bold move. "Well, let us stick to the dares, hm?" he glances over at you, his eyes always seem so loving when he looks at you.

"Get the little princess on your lap... and fake an orgasm, while looking right into her eyes."

You shut your eyes close, silently cursing your best friend and opening them again with a tormented expression covering your entire face. "You are out of your mind for this one..." Ao'nung sighs, still he cannot help himself but laugh a little.

"I can pass on this one if you'd like that?" concern sparkles in his eyes and you lightly shake your head. "let's not always skip on the fun"

He seems to be surprised by your eagerness, but he just opens his arms and adjusts himself in his seated position. "come here, princess" the pet name makes you smile and with excitement, you crawl onto his lap. Buckling your hips a little, you balance yourself on his crotch. "'you comfortable, baby?" his hands finding their way to your hips, gently holding on to them. Right now, there is only you and him.

The two others stayed quiet when Ao'nung slowly started to rock your hips forth and back. It is a little bit embarrassing to admit that you don't even hate the idea of others watching anymore, slightly turns you on when everyone can see that he treats you so well. "gotta get in the mood first, yeah?" your hands resting on his chest, when he analyses your face. You bite your lip when you feel his skin so close to yours, letting out a quiet sigh.

"You two love birds take your time, we will be leaving you alone..." you hear Kiri's voice, but don't even acknowledge her words. Only when Ao'nung stops his movement, do you look at him in confusion. "...' game is already over?" he bites the inner flesh of his cheek, raising an eyebrow. "we can continue playing if you'd like that?" your eyes seem innocent, but your mind is not.

"Okay baby, truth or dare?"

"Truth"

"what's going on here?"

Feeling caught you slightly smile and look to the side. "...' wanted to be alone with you." With the power of his hands, he pulls you closer by your lower back. "Could've just asked me?" Ao'nung quietly chuckles, slowly caressing your skin with his thumb. "Truth or dare?" you ask him, more serious this time.

"Truth"

"Why are you not sleeping with me?" your expression is blanc, even though your cheeks are burning hot. Ao'nung is clearly surprised by that question. "it's not like I don't want to." his hands travel up and down your sides, and now he tries to avoid looking into your eyes. "that does not really answer my question..."

"I don't want to force you into anything. It wouldn't be my first time and If you would want me to be your first... I don't know, I thought that might hurt you... knowing you are not my first."

"I know that. I thought I might not be your first, but I could be your last?"

His gaze softened and a little shy smile appeared on his lips. Your words were honest, you meant what you said. Of course, it would have been nice to be his first as well, but knowing that he can teach you so many things gets you excited and aroused at the same time.

"So, you have to pick dare now."

"I know." his hips buckled up a bit and he got himself in a more comfortable position, leaning back a little and admiring you. "Tell me, princess, what's my dare?" Ao'nung's hands wandered down your waist again, stopping just right before touching your butt.

"Touch me, here" one of your hands guided his to your right butt cheek "and here" the other hand you are placing on one of your boobs. "and this time you won't stop touching me."

The sweet smile on his lips disappears, being replaced with an evil grin. He liked your innocent side, but you telling him what to do has a whole other effect on him. "Alright... whatever you want" the soft tone in his voice makes your tail swing side to side.

He starts to slowly, gently knead your butt cheek, and breast. He had this desire to touch you like this for so long now and finally feeling your smooth skin under his hands makes him growl quietly. "baby, don't hold back yeah? show me what feels good to you" he pleads, leading you to giggle under his touch.

"Is this a dare?"

"yeah, I dare you to."

You lean closer to him, face so close to his, feeling his breath touching your lips. He can see the lust in your eyes and you can feel a slight tingle in your gut. Your hips easily buck against his abdomen, making him frown. Now that he doesn't have to hold back anymore he is scared that he might be rushing into things, so he wants you to decide the pace. Once the strength of his grip hardens you quietly whimper, enjoying the way he is touching you in all these forbidden places.

Your bodies move against each other at a steady pace and you start to feel hot once you can feel his bulge touching your womanhood. His eyes focus on your lips, and he leans in and presses his against yours. Earning a voiceless moan from your side, that's being absorbed from his tongue. Kissing him has become one of your favorite things. Every kiss with him feels different, better, every time your lips collide with one another it drives you crazy.

You pull apart, giggling against his plump lips. "You wanna know a truth?"

"Tell me"

"I love how you can show me so many things, love that you are so experienced. I want you to show me how much you can make me enjoy myself."

He can't hold back a soft chuckle, you really surprise him every day again. "Come here...' want you closer" he immediately pulls you closer to his chest, causing him to fall on his back. His hands wander to your top, fiddling with the strings. You think it is cute that he is holding himself back so much, treating you so carefully, but you just want him to get you undressed already. "Open it." you breathe against the fold of his neck, placing little wet kisses on his skin afterward.

He opens your top, slowly removing the piece of fabric. With one bold move, you lift yourself up, now sitting straight on his lap, looking down at him. Ao'nung takes in the sight of your perky breasts that he now sees for the very first time. "You are so beautiful..." a little gasp escaped his mouth. He spoke his truth.

He lifts one of his hands, touching your breast, caressing it, and making you yelp under the sudden sensation that you are feeling. His body leans up again, placing a little kiss on your lips before he starts kissing a trail down to your boobs. You watch him as he does, your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with his hair. A moan leaves your lips once he presses down the first wet kiss on the sensitive skin of your boob. His other hand kneads your other breast. "...feels good, Ao'nung" you whimper, pressing yourself closer to him.

Your hips grinding against his now really hard dick and you can't help yourself but imagine what it might look like, what it might feel like. His tongue suddenly licks over your nipple, and your body twitches from the feeling. He quietly hums against it, sending small waves of vibration to it. Your hips begin to grind harder against him and you want him so badly.

He pulls away from you "...' want to touch me as well?" you nod quicker than you could think and slowly crawl down from his lap. You get between his legs, just looking at his crotch. You don't really know what to do next, so he grabs your hand and places it right on his fully erected bulge. "Move your hand like this, yeah?" for a moment he moves your hand with his together, stroking over his sensitive dick. Just feeling how hard he is, even though there is still fabric between your hand and him, makes your brain go foggy.

"mhh... just like that, baby" he removes his hand, giving you full control. You move your hand just like he showed you, watching as he leans his head, licking over his lips. He has to swallow, you are making it very hard for him to hold back. You come closer to him, grabbing his face with your free hand and gently kissing him. Exchanging spit and playing with his tongue, while your hand moves under his loincloth. The sudden touch of your cold hand against his dick, makes him moan into the kiss and you could swear, this was going to be your new favorite sound.

"Fuck y/n" he is panting, already feeling weak under your touch. You chuckle against his lips, watching as he closes his eyes, enjoying the way you are touching him.

"I want you" this time it is you who is panting against his lips. The feeling of your loincloth, that's already a little soaked, rubbing against you makes you feel dizzy.

Between little whimpers, Ao'nung slowly nods, because he needs you as well. Rushing himself he places a hand on your chest "lean back my pretty girl, get comfy... I am gonna prepare you now." You follow his demand, leaning back and already spreading your legs for him. A muffled growl escapes his lips, as he watches how you open your legs for him.

The soaked spot on your loincloth doesn't go unnoticed by him and he licks his lips, as he slowly makes his way between your legs. His hands stroke over your thighs, wandering upwards to your heated core. You whine under his touch, so excited that it's finally happening. Ao'nungs fingertips gently press down on the wet stop, making you giggle in embarrassment. "you are driving me crazy, you know that?"

"Let's get rid of this, shall we?" with these words he hectically pulls on the fabric, making you cover your face out of shame. You don't worry about whether he thinks you look pretty or not, because you know he does, still it's the first time that you are sitting fully exposed in front of him. "...don't... don't hide your pretty face. Look at me"

He grabs you by the chin, pulling you into a quick and heated kiss to get rid of the embarrassment you are feeling.

"You wanna help me?" with confusion you look at him, wondering how you can help me. But you nod, you would do everything for him, especially right now. He holds up two of his fingers, placing them on your bottom lip. You look at him and when you see the smug grin on his face you hesitantly open your mouth for him. "You are a good girl."

While sucking on his fingers you hold intense eye contact with him, knowing you would drive him crazy and you want him crazy for you. When he pulls them out again, a small string of spit follows his fingers, making you gulp.

"Wanna dare me to make you feel good?"

You quietly laugh at his words, nodding as he raises an eyebrow, you know he wants to hear you say it. "...' dare you to make me feel g-good"

His wet finger hovered over your pussy, touching it ever so slightly and making you clench your jaw. You bit your lip, looking down at him watching him as he finally gives in and rubs over your folds. A sigh leaves your lips as he spreads the spit along your slit, one finger already pressing against your desperate hole.

You moan once he pushes his index finger into you, he's looking up at you, checking in on you and making sure this is still something you want. But when he sees how much you are already enjoying yourself he gets excited for what's about to come. His finger pushed in and out of you at a steady pace, watching as you push yourself against his touch.

He is quick to at a second finger, slowly scissoring you open for him. Meanwhile, you have to support yourself on your hands, moaning when he suddenly hit your sweet spot "... do that again" you demand, pushing, once again, closer to him. Ao'nung chuckles, trying to find the same spot again, and when you quietly moan he knows he found it again.

The sounds you are making, cause him to leak some pre cum, and now he is the one with a slight wet stain on his loincloth. He can feel you loosen up around his fingers, ready to take more of him. "mhng... m-more" you whimper, bucking your hips up, making him hit your sweet spot once more. He adds one more, now moving three of his fingers inside and out of you. Hearing you whimper for make makes him go faster and that makes your knees feel like. This already feels so good, you don't know how much better it would get.

"You think you're ready?" slowly pulling his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty and wanting more. "yeah, 'm ready"

He swallows, knowing this is the time you guys will finally melt into one. It might not be his first time having sex, but it will be the first time he actually cares about the other person, the first time he is not just simply fucking, but rather making love.

He removes the fabric, that's covering his already pulsing dick. For a moment you stiffen up, looking down at him, wondering how he hid all of that under the small piece of clothing all along. You gulp, unsure if it will fit, his fingers were already making you feel so full. "Intimidated?" he chuckles, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "a little..." you whisper, and it's the truth.

"I will be very careful, I promise"

You press your lips together, you trust him and you know he would never hurt you on purpose. Trying to relax and regulate your breathing, you close your eyes for a few moments, mentally preparing yourself for what's about to happen now. Once you are ready you open your eyes again and slowly pull Ao'nung close to you.

With his dick in one hand, he guides it between your folds, gently rubbing it against the sensitive body part of yours. You whine in an instant, already feeling a little overwhelmed. He can sense that you are a little afraid and tense, so he stops his movement and gently connects your lips to a kiss. His hand traveled down your body, kneading your breast for a few seconds and then going further down pressing his thumb onto your clit, slowly moving it in circles.

Immediately you moan into the kiss, leaving your mouth open and unable to kiss him back. Slowly your body starts to relax under his touch and you can feel his dick sliding up and down your folds again. You are locking eyes with one another and with a little force, he pushes his tip into you. Your eyes widened in shock, not because it hurt, but because it already felt so much better than just his fingers.

He stops again, making the waiting feel like torture, but you figure he knows it better. His lips are meeting yours again, this time more passionate and a little more heated. When he moves again and you already feel so full, you let out a loud moan. "S-Shit baby... fuck you're tight"

His fingertips lightly brushed over your nipple, taking it between his index and middle finger leading to you whimpering under his touch. Slowly, but with slight pressure, he rubs his fingers against it. He pushes himself even deeper into you and when you can finally feel his hips touching yours you figure he is all in. "Ao'nung... 'm s-so full" you mutter, brain already foggy from all the sensation.

"I know, I know...It's fine baby, you are all right. Tell me when you think I can move again."

You never thought you could feel so connected with someone, until this very moment. With your walls already clenching and pulsing around him, he growls, squinting his eyes close. You whine wanting his attention, wanting to kiss him again and he understands, immediately kissing you again. His tongue is playing with yours, while he slowly tries to control his breath. You push yourself closer to him, wanting to feel him even closer, wanting to feel even more of him.

"W-want you to move..."

With a little hiss, he gently pulls himself out of you, only leaving the tip inside, before he slides back into you again. Your heartbeat starts to rise and you wrap your legs around him, clinging onto him. "fuck..." he gasps, trying to hold himself back from fastening the pace too quickly. "feels so good" your arms holding onto his neck, face buried inside his neck.

The overwhelming feeling doesn't stop, only gets worse when his thrusts become a little harder. Your nails dig into his back, while you try to hold onto something. Your eyes are closed, mouth wide open, drooling against his skin. Once you're totally comfortable with his length you're pleading for more "faster... faster... please"

Now thrusting faster into you, you cannot keep quiet anymore. The feeling is too much for you to concentrate, and somehow it even feels better when you let it all out. Ao'nung already feels close to his release, but he doesn't want it to happen so soon and he would like you to cum before. So he slows down, wraps his arms under your body, and lifts you up. Switching positions you cling onto him even more, not wanting to be separated from him any time soon.

You are now laying on top of him and he is on his back. "...' you alright baby?" the exhaustion on your face is unnoticeable, but you never felt better. "Yeah, I'm fine..." you quietly chuckle and give him a sweet smile afterward.

When he slowly starts to move again, you're once again pressing your lips onto his, smiling in between the little breaks when you guys have to catch your breath. One of his hands makes its way down to your clit, rubbing it in circles, causing your body to tremble. "Ao'nung... I-I.." You don't know what you are feeling, unable to describe it, only knowing you are feeling close to something that's about to happen to you.

"feeling close, my princess?"

You nod and he starts to go even faster, also moving your hips with his thrusts. "It's... too m-much.. Ao'nung I-" whatever you say gets interrupted by moans, whines, and little cries. "It's alright baby, don't hold back... let it happen.." the faster your bodies are moving against each other, the closer you get to your orgasm. His hand applies more pressure to your clit, and suddenly you are reaching your high. Thighs pressing against his body, your walls clenching around him and you are crying out loud. Your body twitches, until you eventually have to stabilize yourself by holding onto his chest.

He still moves, but slower than before, fucking you through your orgasm. "yeah, that's it... it's all good.." he whispers, when he cups your face with his hands, placing a little peck on your lips. Unable to return the kiss, you try to calm down from your high again. You buck your hips forth and back, liking the feeling that's coming from the slight overstimulation.

Ao'nung lazily fucks in and out of you, knowing that he is really close as well. "Baby... I n-need to pull out.. 'm cumming" a quiet whine escapes your mouth, scared of feeling empty without him. Still, you lift yourself up so that he can pull himself out of you. He gives himself a few last strokes while looking into your eyes and came all over his stomach.

He reacts quickly, grabbing his loincloth and cleaning himself up. "Come here, wanna have you close my y/n" you give him an exhausted smile, cuddling against his chest, pressing weak kisses against his skin.

"That was perfect..." you whisper against his chest, slowly looking up at him. He replies with a sweet smile, one of his hands gently stroking through your hair. "...yeah, it was"

"y/n, truth?"

"Hm?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

You playfully hit his chest, giggling "thought you would never ask!"

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authors note: y’all this took me soooo long 💀 at first I really hated it, but honestly now I kind of really like it

dedicated to my lovely @c78r

#ao’nung #ao‘nung x y/n #ao’nung x reader #avatar ao'nung #ao’nung headcanons #avatar #avatar the way of water #atwow imagines #atwow ao'nung #avatar 2 #atwow #avatar fic #ao’nung avatar #atwow x y/n #awow x reader

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mouschiwrites · 6 months

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hi, can i rq the south park main four with a reader who has a phobia of hospital please? ik its kind of oddly specific lol

For sure!

South Park - Main Four When You’re Afraid of Hospitals

Stan

He’s not the biggest fan of hospitals either

While this is nice when you’re looking for someone who knows what you’re feeling, it’s not so nice when you’re actually in the hospital

He’s just as nervous as you; he’s not going to be much help

“Oh my gosh, that needle is huge…”

“Stan! Not helping!!”

He’ll hold your hand though (as much to comfort himself as to comfort you)

He also won’t let his own fear prevent him from forcing you to go if he needs to

“Y/n, I know it sucks, but we really should go.”

You can tell that he doesn’t want to go either

That compels you to comply in a weird way

Like, you know that you won’t be the only one that’s not happy to be there

When you leave you both go straight home to recover

You just hold each other tight, not speaking, just trying to process and forget the entire experience

Eventually one of you will decide you’re over it, and you’ll suggest doing some leisurely activity

Or having a snack together :)

You’ll share a knowing look, and that’s the most you’re going to communicate about it

Honestly you both just want to forget it though, so that’s not necessarily a bad thing

Kyle

Understands that you’re afraid, but does not sympathize

He’s very brash when convincing you to go

“I know you’re scared, but you know what’s more scary? The stuff that’ll happen to you if you don’t get checked out.”

As much as you try to argue, he’s not budging

Your safety is more important to him than your happiness in such moments

He’ll literally pick you up bridal style if you’re too stubborn

Once you actually get there, he’ll attempt to comfort you as much as he can

Mainly in the form of watching YouTube on his phone with you

This is one of the rare occasions he’ll let you pick what to watch without complaints

Even if you pick something he hates, he’ll let you have your way

Anything to keep you from panicking

When you leave he makes sure to reward you with a treat

Whether that’s a meal from your favorite fast food restaurant or a new plushie, he’s willing to get it for you

Partly because he doesn’t want you to stay mad at him for making you go to the hospital

Cuddles are also an option if you’re not too upset with him

Kenny

He’s very worried about you the whole time

From the moment you got hurt, he insisted you go to the hospital, but when he realized how scared you were of the place, his worry only increased

When you first arrived he wouldn’t stop talking

“Are you panicking? Is the bed soft enough? What can I do to help?”

“Kenny! Just… chill. You’re freaking me out even more.”

He claps his hand dramatically over his mouth as an “I’ll shut up now” gesture

That makes you giggle a little

He’ll try to keep amusing you to keep your mind off the situation

Showing you memes, telling stories, sharing his favorite dirty jokes, every trick he knows to get you to smile

Even when the doctors were in the room, he was making stupid faces

You had to bite your tongue to stop from laughing

When you leave, he’s way too eager to be able to hold you again

Or, if you’re staying for more than a “quick” visit, he’ll climb into the bed with you to snuggle

He makes sure to let you know how brave he thinks you are all the while

Cartman

He forced you to go under the excuse:

“Why are you afraid? What’s the worst that could happen? Besides dying, I mean.”

“That’s exactly why I’m afraid, idiot!”

He literally dragged you halfway there by the wrist

If you’re particularly stubborn he’ll throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

Once there, though, he unintentionally comforts you by being a dufus

Definitely goes through all the cabinets and plays with absolutely everything

“How many of these cotton balls do you think I could fit in my mouth?”

And he doesn’t even stop when the doctor walks in

“If you held the stethoscope up to my ear, would you be able to hear the song stuck in my head?”

You’re the one who has to tell him to cut it out and let the doctor do their job

Honestly, you mostly did it so that you wouldn’t burst out laughing

His blatantly idiotic behavior keeps you amused long enough that the anxiety doesn’t settle in

When you leave, he insists on going out for food

You’ll get takeout and eat at home with the TV on :)

Cartman’s ready to put the whole “boring” ordeal behind him, but you’ll never forget the confounding idiocy you saw in that hospital room

Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for the request, and thanks for reading! Have a good one duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

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callsignlucky · 2 years

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talk to me, lucky (part 4)

summary: You're Maverick’s kid. You’re also Bradley Bradshaw’s best friend—or at least, you were. What lies between you two now is uncharted territory.

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw/mitchell!reader

wc: 3k

a/n: me posting another part two days later? it's more likely than you think! i hit the angst button on this one sorry y'all :')

<- part 3 | part 5 ->

When Bradley Bradshaw was little, his father put glow stars on his ceiling when he said he was afraid of the dark.

After Goose passed away, things slowly faded away with time and nicknacks slowly started to be replaced as time marched on, memories began to fade, people started to talk about Goose less and less.

But the one thing that remained constant over the years were the glow stars Nick Bradshaw painstakingly pressed into the ceiling of his young son’s bedroom.

I remember them so vividly, even now. It was amazing to me how they shone just as bright in his pitch black room at the age of nineteen as they did when Bradley was two and tucked under his dad’s arm as he read him Goodnight, Moon for the hundredth time.

The night I realized I was in love with Bradley Bradshaw, we were lying beneath his stars. The irony of the whole thing was that I was only there because of a fight with my father. Dad and I didn’t fight often at all, which made those rare arguments peppered into my teenage years explosive. Honestly, I couldn’t remember what the fight was about, only that at some point along the way, Dad had mentioned Mom and the word disappointed and even though I knew he didn’t mean it, that he spoke before he thought, it sent me spiraling. I remember I trudged through the pouring rain down to the other end of the street because I couldn’t even stand to be in the same house as him.

Carole was waiting on the front porch for me with a big fluffy towel when I finally trudged up the steps. In hindsight, I should’ve realized then and there that I was the luckiest girl in the world—my father was madder at me than he’d been my entire life and yet he called Aunt Carole to make sure I didn’t catch a cold when I got to her house. That’s how much he loved me.

She helped me into the half bath downstairs, where one of my many changes of pajamas left at the Bradshaw house was waiting. She took my wet clothes and sent me and my fluffy towel upstairs to Bradley’s room.

I remember trudging up those stairs trying not to cry, because it was the worst thing I could possibly imagine for Bradley to see me crying. But, he was waiting in his doorway, brown hair tousled, clearly having been roused from a restful slumber. He smiled sleepily at me and held out an arm, and I remember how bad the sob that escaped me hurt my chest as I hugged him tight around the middle, and he guided me into his dark room and under his very fancy, very soft duvet.

We lay there in silence for a long while, his fan spinning, and my watery eyes were focused on the stars over our heads. There had to be hundreds of little neon green dots glowing above our heads—very childish for a nineteen year old, but it was such peace to look up and get lost in the cosmos from the comfort of a familiar bed.

“We’re analyzing this book in my Lit class.” Bradley spoke quietly, one arm tucked beneath his head and the other hand on his chest. “The Outsiders. Have you ever read it?”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Yeah, during my freshman year of high school. What’re you doing reading that in college?”

“It’s part of the unit. Revisiting books we read at a lower curricular level. It’s really cool to see how different we see books at fourteen compared to now. It’s like a whole new light.” Bradley never explained things to me like I was stupid, and ever since he started college it was nice to hear what I would expect once I graduated. “Anyways, it made me think of a nickname for you.”

“A nickname?”

“Yeah!” Bradley laughed out with a nod. “I mean, Little Mav is cute and all but it’s not even you, it’s just a play on your dad’s callsign. You need something special to you.”

Finally, I tore my eyes away from Goose’s stars and turned my head to look at Bradley. “Okay, what was the nickname?”

Bradley turned his head to look at me with a smile. “Cherry.”

“Cherry?”

“Yeah, like from the book? Cherry Valance?”

I laughed and nodded, waving my hand. “Yes, Bradley, I know who she is, but why Cherry?”

“You remind me of her.” Bradley said simply, and I raised a brow at him, though he could barely see it in the darkness.

“How so?“

“Well, Cherry is kind to Ponyboy, even if he does live on the other side of the tracks. And she’s whip-smart, and courageous. Open-minded, too, just like you. It just fits. Plus, you’re sweet, just like cherries.” Bradley explained himself very precisely, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“I love it. Though, if I’m Cherry, I’ll need a Ponyboy.” I reasoned, and Bradley hummed thoughtfully.

“I suppose I could be your Ponyboy. If you’ll have me.” He mused after a moment with a cheeky grin, and I nodded quickly, turning my eyes back up to the stars again.

“I’ll have you always, Bradley Bradshaw.”

“I know you will. That’s why I love you.”

I remembered how well we took to those silly nicknames in the few years we had them before Bradley left.

I remember how bad he caused sunsets to hurt after he was gone.

———

As I walked onto the tarmac, sunglasses on my nose, I felt a hand snag my forearm, snatching me from my nostalgia. I was spun around unceremoniously, and Rooster was there, staring down at me over his father’s aviators.

“Did you know?” He asked quietly, probably to avoid the other pilots from overhearing. He really didn’t need to talk so quietly, because the planes nearly drowned him out. “About your dad being here—did you know??”

“Yes.” I replied, yanking my arm from his grip.

“You could’ve warned me.”

I clenched my jaw. “Warned you? What would you have liked me to say, Bradley?” I adjusted my footing, bringing my hand up to my chest. “Oh hey, so I know you haven’t talked to me in ten years and abandoned me over something my dad did, but just a heads up—he’s our new TOPGUN instructor!” He opened his mouth to speak, but my dad cut him off from behind us.

“Rooster!” A light switch flicked from within him. I watched as his spine went straight, and he stepped around me, continuing on his path to his F-18, abandoning our conversation entirely, like he did most things lately. “Bradley!” Dad called again, and I scoffed bitterly, headed for my plane all the same. “Lieutenant Bradshaw!” Dad barked eventually, causing Rooster to stop. I watched from the nose of my F-18 as Bradley turned, towering over my father. Angry at him, angry at me, seemingly angry at the world. It felt like a bullet entered my chest as I watched them interact, so very different from the memories of my youth. It felt like a black sludge was slowly creeping over them, infecting the happiness of the past with the reality of now. I wished things could go back to the way they used to be. I wished Goose didn’t die, that he’d had been there to raise his son, I wish his accident hadn’t scared his wife to death and pressued my father to make a deathbed promise. I wish Uncle Ice hadn’t helped my father pull Bradley’s papers, I wished Bradley would just understand my father only had his best interest in mind. I wished for a lot of things, things that would never come true, things that I couldn’t change but still weighed me down like a ton of bricks all the same.

Suddenly and all at once I shook that pain right out of my body, flapping my arms and hopping from one foot to the other, rolling my shoulders and neck and refocusing, readying myself to do my job. I wasn’t here to reminisce on the past, I was here to do a job and do it better than the men and women around me. I was here to live up to my father’s legacy. If we were going up against Maverick, there was no room in my head for anything other than the strategy and skill I knew I possessed, because I knew he was going to give us a run for our money.

And sure enough, he did. We dropped like flies, one by one by one. The pilot in me was frustrated, but the little girl in me was amazed. Never did I think I’d get to see my dad fly, witness firsthand why I was the daughter of a living legend who actually lived up to the legend. But up there in that cockpit, I got to watch him become Maverick, picking us off like lemmings led to slaughter.

First ones down was Rooster, who reaped what Payback and Fanboy sewed as the first victim of their idiotic two hundred pushup bet.

“That should be us down there.” Payback mused as we watched from the window while Hondo counted off Rooster’s pushups. I nodded.

“But it’s not. And now you know a little something about Rooster.” I replied, eyes lingering for just a little while longer before I turned and headed off for my time in the sky.

Next was myself, with Harvard and Yale as my wingmen. Much to my disdain, they’d stopped to take a selfie with Bradley as he did his pushups, which I found to be in poor taste. Dad killed them fairly easily once we got into the sky, but I put up enough of a fight to make him sweat before he finally caught tone. The sun was hot and my arms ached but I had to admit, I was all smiles as we hit the tarmac for our pushups, listening to Hondo taunt the Ivy Leagues about their selfie with Rooster.

Following them was Hangman, with Phoenix and Bob supporting. As much as I hated to admit it, Lieutenant Jake Seresin was one hell of a pilot. He lasted a lot longer than any of the others, even if he did play dirty and ditch his wingman to get those extra seconds. Watching him do his pushups was just as satisfactory as the previous group.

Dad killed Omaha, Coyote and Halo after that, and sent Fitz and the Ivy Leagues for another round with Hondo immediately after.

My final shot against my father left Hangman flying between myself and Bradley, and I kept my eyes ahead as I clicked my mask in place just as Hangman began to run his mouth. “So Rooster, mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Would it matter if I did?”

“What’s the deal with you and Lucky? You two can’t even stand to be in the same room as each other.” I rolled my eyes as he literally talked over me, like I wasn’t even there.

“It’s none of your business.”

“Okay. What about you and Maverick? Seems like he’s got you a bit rattled.” Even with his mask on I could hear the smirk in his voice, and Bradley rolled his eyes this time.

“Still none of your business.” He snapped, looking around. “Now where the hell is he?”

Dad’s voice cut through comms. “Been here the whole time.” Pushing my jet forward, I watched in disbelief as Dad pulled his jet up to loop on top of Rooster.

Completely inverted on top of Rooster.

Jake seemed to be on the same page as me, his eyes wide. “Holy shit.”

“C’mon,” Dad taunted, and I sighed heavily, slumping back in my seat in annoyance. “Let’s get it over with.”

“Fight’s on!” Rooster shouted, before pulling a hard right and turning the nose of his jet down.

“What is with these two??” Jake asked, and I just shook my head, watching as the two most important men in my life went head to head in a downward spiral. If I’d have been able to talk without choking up, I probably would’ve aired our dirty laundry out to Hangman right then and there.

“Alright, you put us here. How are you gonna get yourself out?” Dad grunted.

“You can bail out anytime!” Rooster huffed in response.

“How low you wanna go, Rooster?”

“I can go as low as you, sir! And that’s saying something!”

“What’s past is past, for both of us!”

“You’d like to believe that, wouldn’t you?” Rooster snapped out, some bite to his voice, pain in his words.

“Yeah, well the least you can do is leave her out of it!”

I angrily unclipped my mask at those words, quickly wiping away the tear that slipped down my cheek and turning my head away from Jake so he wouldn’t see. The last thing I needed was the cockiest pilot I’ve ever met seeing me cry in the cockpit, as if I didn’t feel pathetic enough. I wish Ice hadn’t signed that paper to push my father through to Fightertown.

“Hard deck is five thousand feet, fellas. You are running out of room.” Jake was trying to pull them apart, I’ll give him that, but his words fell on deaf ears as my father and Bradley went spiraling further and further down.

“Your strategy is about to run us to the ground. What’s your move?” My father asked Bradley, and I gripped the stick tighter in my hand.

“Pull up.” I muttered under my breath as Jake and I flew side by side, eyes on the active train wreck below us, neither one able to look away. The further they went, the faster my heart slammed into my chest, leaning forward in my seat until I couldn’t take it anymore. “DAMMIT PONYBOY, PULL UP!!” Rooster suddenly yanked the stick and leveled himself out behind but above my father, and the shot couldn’t have been more perfect.

“C’mon, Rooster, you got him! Drop down and take the shot!” Hangman urged from my right, and I found myself agreeing with him out loud, urging Bradley to pull tone and take Maverick down.

“It’s too low!” Rooster excused, and my dad declared for everyone to hear that it was too late, he had his chance, before he pulled the stick back and thrust the throttle forward. Hangman and I could only watch as Dad’s jet glided up into a Cobra maneuver, before dropping down and locking tone on Rooster.

“That’s a kill.” Dad declared breathlessly, and Rooster hung his head with a swear while Hangman shook his head.

“Same old Rooster.”

I was the last one to land, having taken my time to get back to base. I really didn’t want to see anyone, especially my father and Rooster, and I was thankful that at least Bradley wasn’t there as I climbed out of my cockpit. Hondo and Dad remained on the tarmac, talking to one another, and I thought I could slip right by them when I caught my dad’s eye.

“Lucky!” Dad called after me, but just like Bradley had before, I walked right by him. I heard him swear behind me before heavy bootsteps were on my tail, and his hand snagged my elbow, just like Bradley had done before.

Something in me snapped.

I whirled on my heel and dropped my flight bag, slamming my fists into his chest as hard as I could. With a soft ‘oof’ my dad stumbled back, eyes wide in disbelief as he looked at me, hands raised in defense. “Birdie—”

“Don’t you Birdie me, are you CRAZY?!” I screamed, the sensation unfamiliar and disgusting in my mouth. I never raised my voice, especially at my father and certainly not on a tarmac in uniform but I just couldn’t take it anymore. The anger between him and Rooster was driving me insane, there was a pit in my stomach that I couldn’t soothe and a lump in my throat that I couldn’t swallow and it was all their fault, and I shoved my father back again. “You could’ve killed him! You baited him, and for what? To tease him??”

“To teach him!”

“Teach him what?? HUH?? What did he learn from that?? What did you accomplish aside from making things worse??” I reached my hand up and Hondo quickly stepped between us, a hand on my shoulder.

“Lucky—” He tried, but I yelled right over him, pushing against his hand and swiping at my dad again.

“You need to pony up and admit you did a fucked up thing to him. And yes I know Aunt Carole made you promise before she died and yes I KNOW you’re scared because of what happened to Uncle Goose but Bradley is a big boy now and one of the best pilots in the Navy because if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be here so you need to grow up, step back and let him make his own choices!” The words came out of my mouth like vomit, so fast and so quick that it left me breathless at the end. I slumped slightly against Hondo’s hand, watching my father’s eyes search my face. “You are so stupid for breaking the hard deck. You could have died.” That lump in my throat grew larger, hands shaking as one came to rest on his chest. “You are all I have. Don’t you realize that? I already lost Bradley. Don’t make me lose you too.”

“I’m sorry.” My father whispered, and I just sighed, all the fight having drained out of me as I stooped down to grab my flight bag.

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to.” From behind us, a familiar, deep voice boomed out.

“Captain Mitchell!” The three of us turned to find Bates standing by the hangar door, looking less than pleased. “Admiral Sampson would like a word.”

“I’ll see you at home.” I patted Dad’s back, before walking off, completely missing Lieutenant Jake Seresin standing by his F-18, a smirk on his face. Likely because he had just witnessed the entire thing.

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miguelsfangservice · 5 months

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BEYOND THE SPOTLIGHT IV

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!Famous Idol Reader Warnings: Angst/comfort, fame has caused reader a lot of pressure and insecurities. Summary: It doesn't matter he's at HQ trying to keep the multiverse afloat, your face, your voice, your smile and laugh follows him everywhere. No, he is not losing it (yet); it's just that it’s kind of inevitable when most spiders under his command are... how did Gwen called it? Ah-staning you? Well, he can't really complain, it's his girlfriend, after all.

PART I, PART II, PART III, PART IV

The way home is awkward, at best. Usually, when Miguel had time to pick you up he would convince you to swing with him to your shared apartment, but now he walked alongside you, never letting go of your hand, caressing your skin under his fingers once very few minutes.

You knew he was anxious about the whole ordeal and, honestly? Even though you would rarely get angry at him, a part of you felt some bitterness towards Miguel.

“I did not mean to behave that way I did in front of everyone” he mutters.

“Miguel, I don’t want to talk about this now, please…”

“Cielo, no, we need to talk about this now, alright? I know I messed up by bringing the subject at that time but I don’t think I regret it.”

“Seriously, Miguel? I’m probably getting benched for god knows how long and that’s all you have to say for yourself!?”

You are face to face with him know or, well, with his damn height more like head to chest. People have started walking around both of you after you decided to release your hand from his hold and stop walking.

“No, of course I feel bad for the damn outcome but I don’t regret telling Ashley what she needed to hear!” you can tell he’s trying not to yell too loud as to not attract too much attention.

“I’m not a child, Miguel! I could have handled this myself and privately!”

You can feel your blood start boiling when he lets out a disbelieved chuckle, rolling his eyes and putting both his hands inside his pockets; Miguel looks down and gently shakes his head.

“And when were you exactly planning to do that?” Miguel raises his head to look at you and the harsh expression on his face makes you shiver a bit. “When you let yourself hit rock bottom so they could get their money?”

“Miguel— “

“I was not lying back there, you know?” he visibly relaxes and tears spring to your eyes once more when you remember what Miguel said to Ashley, you knew, deep down, he was right; she was manipulating you…but the worst part was that you were letting her do it. “You are more than enough, if they can’t possibly see that it’s their loss, not yours. You are way too good to conform to just this one company and Ashley knows that, acting like you are the one who should be grateful to be working with them and not the other way around.”

Miguel’s heart breaks even more at seeing your state, your bitten raw lips, shaky hands and bags under your eyes. He puts his right hand over your cheek and caresses it, you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

You feel weird, sweaty and sobbing like a kid in the middle of a street full of people, but Miguel’s rough hand spread a delicious and comforting warmth all over your body; the best way you could describe what Miguel’s touch makes you feel is that of coming back home and nuzzling yourself into your comfy bed after a long and cold day out.

He’s definitely your weakness but also your biggest strength, no one could ever disarm you the way he does.

Extending your arms towards him like a child wanting to be held, Miguel moves his hands towards your waist and pulls you towards his body; with your face to his chest, you let yourself cry as much as you want to, choosing to forget everything and everybody else.

“Let’s go eat something and then you’ll probably need a good long day of sleep” he whispers softly, caressing your hair.

“I think I’ll need a shower first; I feel gross.” you mumble against Miguel’s chest and he chuckles.

“You don’t smell that bad--”

“Uh,Miguel?”

You feel Miguel freeze, which makes you open your eyes and look towards the voice calling him.

Peter B. Parker was half joking when he told Jess he believed Miguel to be dating someone, so him following Miguel around was more or so to kill some time, Peter really did not think he would end up finding something interesting.

But, oh boy, he could not have been prepared for the scene before his eyes. The ice cream Peter had purchased a few minutes ago melting on his hand as he looked at the couple hugging in the middle of the street as if they were on a romantic movie.

Miguel looks at him as if Peter had caught him stealing something, but his shock is quickly replaced with visible anger, which lets Parker know he is in so much trouble; it truly seemed like a funny idea to follow Miguel around for a bit to see what was up with him, but now? Yeah, no, he probably preferred to be fighting Rhino or anyone else right now.

“What the shock are you doing here, Peter?”

Peter stammers, trying to find the right words. "I...uh, wasn’t spying or anything. I just happened to be in the neighborhood, you know? And, uh, I saw you guys hugging, so, I thought I'd say hi. Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, you know?"

You shift uncomfortably, feeling a mixture of emotions – from the lingering frustration of your earlier argument to the awkwardness of being caught in this intimate moment by an unexpected spectator.

“Oh” when you lock eyes with Peter he gives you a nervous smile and waves at you. “Um—Your ice cream is dripping.”

Miguel sighs, he knew he did not want this relationship to remain a secret from his friends forever, but this was not the way he wanted them to find out. Leave it to Peter to make things harder for him, it even surprises him he did not bring Mayday with him to spy on his boss.

“I’m Peter, by the way... and you are?”

You can’t help but laugh a bit at his nervousness, you shake his hand and when you tell Peter your full name something seems to click in his head.

Peter's eyes widen in surprise as he processes your words. "Wait, you're the one Hobie has been talking about? The musician?" His nervous smile turns into a genuine one, and he seems to relax a bit.

You nod, the tension easing as you find common ground. "Yep, that's me. I guess my music has made its way into Spider-HQ gossip."

Peter laughs, scratching the back of his head. "Well, yeah. Hobie's a huge fan. He's been trying to get me into it too, but I'm more of a classic rock kind of guy."

Miguel clears his throat, bringing the attention back to the present situation. "As fascinating as this conversation is, Peter, we were kind of in the middle of something before you, supposedly, ‘stumbled’ upon us."

"Right, right. Sorry about that. I'll just... leave you two to it. But uh, you should definitely visit us at the HQ sometime soon, I’m sure everyone would be excited to meet you."

“Sure, although, I’ve already visited the HQ a few times but it wouldn’t hurt to do it formally now, right?”

“Oh, so Miguel here was sneaking you into the HQ” he seems to forget Miguel is pissed off with him when he throws a playful smile towards him, but realizes his mistake soon when his boss almost growls at him. “Well—It was nice meeting you, Y/N!”

As Peter awkwardly makes his exit, you turn to Miguel with a playful smirk. "Well, that went better than expected, didn't it? I guess our relationship is officially out in the open now."

Miguel nods, squeezing your hand. "I didn't plan for it to happen like this but let's just roll with it."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel x you #miguel o'hara x you #miguel atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #atsv x y/n #atsv x you #miguel o'hara x fem!reader

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tommyshelbyswh0re · 2 years

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“whatever you want”

heatbreak high- dusty x reader (female)

summary- you and dusty hooked up a year ago and he ignored you after, the past comes back when the incest map is revealed.

warning- SMUT SMUT SMUT 18+

what the fuck. how do they know all of this.

y/n - blowjob to spider

- handjob to ant

-shagged dusty

for one, you had never ever touched spencer. never. you wouldn’t even dream of it. and ant? well that was sort of true but it literally lasted all of 10 seconds.

however, you did shag dusty. about a year ago and afterwards he was a dick to you so yous haven’t really spoken since.

“you shagged y/n?” spider shouted to dusty causing you to turn round and glare at him. you see, you were a very private person and mainly stuck to yourself. you didn’t have drama with anybody you just liked your own company.

“shut up spider. your just jealous because i wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire” you snapped. spencer had tried to sleep with you in the past but you were having none of it.

“oh really? because according to this map we got very close” he had such a smug look on his face.

“piss off spencer” you held your middle finger up at him.

after that there was a whole assembly about the events. you had later found out that it was infact amerie who made the map. honestly, you couldn’t give a fuck. so what? we’ve all had sex with eachother oh well. you were then told you all had to join a programme called SLTs. it was to teach you about respecting eachother and yourselves. you just sighed and put your head down.

the next day after school was the cemetery party. you went with darren, amerie and quinni and got separated pretty fast. you were to busy searching through the cooler of alcohol to realise dusty had snook up behind you.

“we’ve ran out of tequila if that’s what your looking for” he said, making you jump.

“shit” you placed your hand over your heart. “don’t sneak up in me like that” you looked his way before resuming your search.

“can we talk?” dusty asked.

“about what?” you asked.

“a year ago”

“what about it?” you played dumb.

“cmon y/n you know what i’m talking about”

“oh when you took my virginity and then freaked out on me and avoided me like the plague” he looked down guiltily.

“yeah” he cringed. “about that, look i’m sorry. i was an asshole but i didn’t know what to say when you told me you were a virgin afterwards. i thought you’d get clingy because it meant something to you”

“well if you thought it meant something to me you shouldn’t have avoided me and made me think i did something wrong. and by the way, it didn’t. i wasn’t expecting you to commit to me jesus christ” you rolled your eyes.

“look you did nothing wrong okay? it was good i just didn’t know what to do in that situation and panicked” he said looking you in the eye whilst grabbing your hand. all of a sudden someone warned everyone that police were heading your way so yous both ran. after you got over the gate, he grabbed your hand and started to pull you with him.

“where a we going?” you asked.

“my house” he said simply. he was still walking at a fast pace.

“why?”

“to carry on this conversation” he looked back.

—

you had gotten to his house and was sat on his bed. “i’ve not been here since that night” you smiled.

“it’s not changed much?” he asked for your opinion.

you stood up and started walking round his room looking at things. “i wouldn’t notice. didn’t really get a tour last time.” you joked. you felt his appearance behind you and turned around to look at him.

“i really am sorry y/n. before that night we were friends and i messed that up aswell” he shook his head.

“dusty, don’t worry about it. i’m over it” you smiled at him.

“okay” he took slow steps forwards until your back was against the desk in his room. he place his hand on either side of you on the desk so you were trapped.

“what are you doing?” you questioned whilst your heart was beating through your chest.

“a do-over” he smirked and leant in, nudging your nose with his. after a couple of seconds of him do that, you got frustrated and smashed your lips against his. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he resting his on your waist. your tongues were wrestling for dominance and eventually he won. you pushed your hands against his shoulders to push backwards towards his bed, once he was sat in the edge of his bed, you straddled his lap. breaking the kiss, he gripped the back of your hair to pull your head back and instantly peppered kissed along your neck making you moan.

his hands grasped your ass. you broke his kisses on your neck you life up your shirt. you didn’t wear a bra. “fuck” he whispered staring at your boobs. you lifted his face with your hands and kissed him again whilst simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt.

once his shirt was unbuttoned you kissed down his chest until you were on your knees in front of him. “can i?” you said looking into his eyes to which he nodded very quickly. you unzipped his fly and reached into his underwear pulling out his hard dick. you licked your way up the vein on the underside of his dick that went from the bottom all the way to the head. once you got to the head, you swirled your tongue around it and wrapped your lips around the top, using your hand to work the rest. “fuck. i need more y/n” he moaned. you spat on his cock and gradually took more into your mouth until you gagged. you then rocked your head up and down his dick. he eventually got sick of your agonising pace and held your head whilst he mouth fucked you. this made you gag multiple times but you pulled through. you could feel he was about to come so you tapped his hand in order to let him know to stop.

once he did, you stood up taking off your pants and underwear . he stood up aswell and turned you so your back was facing the bed and he was infront of you. he pushed you down and climbed on top on top of you with one of his legs inbetween yours. he kissed you and and grinded his now bare leg up and down your pussy. you moaned aloud. “fuck dusty” you whispered in between kissed. he turned you around and kissed down your spine. he pulled you onto your knees so you were in doggy. he kissed your ass cheeks individually and then licked a stripe from your clit to your asshole and dipped two fingers into your dripping wet cunt. “wow” you whispered. “you like that?” he asked you bending down to your ear. you moaned in response. he curved his fingers which made him continuously hit your g-spot. you scream out. “fuck fuck fuck” you moaned. he sped up. “im gonna cum” you warned him. “come on y/n” he encouraged and you released all over him. “jesus christ” you whimpered.

“we aren’t done yet” he smirked. he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in causing you to sigh. “shit” he moaned. “so fucking wet” he said under his breath but you heard it. you arched your back and put your arms forward to grip his pillows and he gradually fucked you harder and faster. he leant forward and gripped your wrists behind your back. “dusty” you moaned his name multiple times. all you could hear was your skin connecting as you started to push backwards to meet his thrusts. “you feel so fucking good y/n” he lifted a hand off your wrists and slapped your ass. “im going to cum again” you warned him. “let go y/n” and you did. but you weren’t expecting to squirt. “oh my fucking god” you screamed in relief. he then pulled out pumping his cock a few times and came on your ass. “fucking hell” he whispered in disbelief.

he let go of your wrists allowing you to fall forward so you were face down completely flat on the bed. he collapsed at the side of you and looked at you worriedly when he saw your face in the crook of your elbow.

“hey are you alright?” he asked with concern laced in his tone.

you held up a finger asif to tell him one minute. “let me just lay here for a sec” you laughed causing him to laugh with you.

“i did not think you were a squirter” he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“neither did i” you finally looked at him. “that’s never happened before” you told him.

“well hopefully i can do that to you again?” he asked.

“you can do anything you want to me after that” you smiled.

#heartbreak high #dusty #smut #dusty reid x reader

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deepperplexity · 5 months

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Prompt: 6. Out Of Care [C2]

Pairing: Turpin x fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader & Third, Turpin

Setting: Turpin’s house

Continuation of: Prompt 4. Sharing

A/N: And we're back to our dear Judge Turpin this Wednesday! 😍👏 I'm honestly super excited about this story and feel my creativity brewing and bubbling like crazy this December - all the stories have me aching to write more 😂👏

Anyway, I'm hoping you're all in good spirits, that December is treating you nicely (kicking it in the tush if not) and that you're feeling ready for more Rickman content! 🥰❤ (Reminder, the Turpin serial for Rickmas2023 will get darker before we get the HEA)

Tags/TW’s: Regrett, Worry, Wanting Forgiveness, Reunion, Returning Home, Half-Admitting Feelings [Love, Fear, Hurt, Want], Changing For Another, Admitting To Wrongfulness/Selfishness, Pillow Hugging, Slightly Smutty Thoughts

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 3.1k+

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⩤• You •⩥

The echo of the door slamming shut, the memory of stumbling down the stairs, it was all so fresh in your mind. It nearly felt as if it had just happened, a mere second ago, yet it had been two days. Your husband had been gone for two days, after a fight you had never imagined ever having. His words, those cold accusatory truths, made you shiver. The remnants of the revelation of how selfish you had been, how single-mindedly you had been viewing Christmas, and the whole thought process behind decorating your home for the holiday.

You shivered and glared at the overly decorated tree, it ought to have caught fire with the intensity of your eyes — it did not, of course, burst into flames. “I did warn you, me Lady,” said Miss Lowel as she sat a tray of tea down on the table in the drawing room. “His Lordship does not take the holidays lightly, me Lady.” “You don’t say…” you murmured with a snark in your voice. “Could have been worse, me Lady. Could have put you out.” “Instead he abandoned our home. Me.” “Me Lady?” You looked toward her. “Does the lady… Do me Lady fancy his Lordship?” she asked timidly, her hands held tightly before her while a look of trepidation and something close to disgust flitted across her sweet features.

You sighed, averting your gaze to the hearth and the glowing embers within it. Is there a point in denying it any longer? If I didn’t, I wouldn’t feel so… sad… “Yes, Miss Lowel. I-, I do,” you said quietly. “I think… I think perhaps I may have come to like the man, a bit.” A lot… Miss Lowel smiled, but it was a forced sort of thing. “I see, me Lady.” “Not that it matters, the man could never feel a thing for me, I’m not sure he’s capable of feelings of a positive nature.” “Oh, I don’t know about that, me Lady. His Lordship is quite… different with you.” “Ha, funny, Miss Lowel, very funny,” you said dryly, reaching for the teacup. “He barely speaks a word to me, at dinner he does not so much as hold half a conversation with me, he always storms off to his study, to the court, away from me.” “His Lordship eats dinner at home, he quietly watches you speak, he offers space and no forced proximity, apart from insisting on sharing a bed but, if I may be so bold, I dare say there’s been no coercion inside the bedroom, me Lady?”

Your eyes bulged at her brazen words and forward manner. She spoke the truth though. So you nodded. “I dare say that is quite the change from the man I have served these past four years, me Lady.” “How so?” you asked while sipping your tea, endeavouring to not appear too hungry for information about the man who grasped your heart tighter with each passing day.

“Neither of the things I just mentioned would have been connected to His Lordship before your arrival miss. I do not think I’ve once served him dinner at home before ten in the evening before your arrival, me Lady, and even those times were rarities. This was not a place he remained for more time than necessary. And conversation within this house, no, that was not a possibility, yet you are given time to speak, not simply to reply to commands. Me Lord even listens, that is quite something, me Lady.”

You looked at her, wondering if she’d lost her mind — had too much eggnog perhaps? “That’s silly, Miss Lowel.” “Silly? His Lordship has changed with your arrival.” “I highly doubt it has anything to do with me, the man is brutal and cold. Unfeeling. I will not even attempt to pretend to possess any value for him beyond being his wife as the daughter of an upstanding and wealthy family. He seems to be a man completely out of care for anyone and anything, I am no different to him than any other person.” Miss Lowel bowed her head with a straight face. “If you say so, me Lady. I do not possess the frankness to contradict your words.” The maid left the room while your thoughts whispered, you just did.

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The last piece of Christmas decore landed in the sack by your feet. The house was restored to its less festive state after a couple of hours of your hard work. It had taken longer to put it all up than take it down, down was easy, especially with a simmer of anger and hurt in your muscles which had forced you to move faster.

You wouldn’t admit to it, but you hoped he’d return and you’d be forgiven for what you’d unwittingly done. Your intentions had been good, but Richard’s view of it all had changed your perspective of your actions. He hadn’t been wrong, you hadn’t talked with him, asked him, or even thought of taking his input on decorating the house. But, how could you have known the man didn’t like Christmas?

He may hold no care for me, or anyone else in the world, but I can still care for him. Can I not? I can still change and do things out of care for him even if it’s not reciprocated. But you knew it would be a difficult task, loving and caring for someone who housed none of that love or care in return, but you were a stubborn person. Once you set your mind to something you refuse to back down or give up until you have enough evidence to show something was an impossibility. Perhaps that was why you had been used by people you believed to be your friends, even family, before?

You had dragged the sack back to the attic, locking the door again before heading toward the drawing room where you plopped down in a graceless heap on the sofa. Miss Lowel had stoked the fire recently it seemed so you soaked up the warmth by pointing your feet toward the hearth, watching the flames dance while your heart turned heavier.

You had no idea where Richard had gone, he had said he would not return until after Christmas to give you your holiday cheer but you had never felt as dreary or sad in December before. Especially now, with no holiday cheer to be found in your home. It felt utterly wrong, but the way Richard had reacted and how he had felt when seeing all the decorations you’d spent the entire day putting up had been worse. That you’d hurt him made you feel beyond heavy, no matter if it was on purpose or not. He’d been hurt, and you had for the first time gotten to hear of his emotions — how he saw it all.

“Sharing, as in taking the liberty to completely alter my one sanctuary without so much as a word with me beforehand? Sharing seems to be all, about, you,” he had seethed two days ago, for the first time truly sharing how he felt and it had hurt you deeply. Admittedly, in the moment, you had felt hurt yourself by his words but now, with some time to think of it all and look at it from his viewpoint, you felt horrible at having caused him harm.

What did he mean by his sanctuary? You didn’t quite understand that, he didn’t act as if his home was a sanctuary. Did he mean from the holiday? I mean, all of London is filled with Christmas cheer — carols, decorations, happier people, all the markets and — Your mind turned quiet as you understood what he’d meant.

Christmas was inescapable. One foot out the door and there was a carol floating on the wind, the smell of roasted chestnuts, someone ringing a bell for donations to the poor during the time a year of giving and gifting. The holiday was tangible everywhere, oppressively so if one disliked it… To give up the holiday wasn’t a possibility for you, though. You’d celebrate, but perhaps you didn’t need to do so in a way that reached or imposed itself on your husband — after all, Christmas wasn’t actually about the decorations, the songs, the food, or even the gifts. No, it was about a feeling, a sense of hope and joy, a warmth on the inside rather than sparkling surroundings.

You stood up, patting down your dress. “I can do that. But, how do I tell him I took it all down?” You nibbled your bottom lip, wondering if your husband was at court perhaps — it was Wednesday after all. “Should I even bother him? Can I go to him?” His angry features, his cold eyes, the harsh tone of his voice — it all told you you couldn’t. Richard was a man who made his own choices, took his own decisions, and as far as you knew he never went back on his word.

He had declared he’d be back after Christmas, perhaps all you had to do was wait for time to pass, respecting his choice? You’d already overstepped so greatly it felt as if seeking him out would only enrage him, perhaps forever close off the slightest possibility he’d ever grow close to you as you had grown to truly like him. You dared not think the feelings you had for the man were even deeper than that; if you admitted to it things would become far too hard to endure. You had had hope the feelings were mutual, the difference between the man you had heard of before wedding him and the man he was around you were far different from each other.

You sighed and looked at the clock, it struck eleven and it was time to sleep. You moved through the silent house, halting by the guest room, a sense of lacking enveloped you as your fingers lingered on the knob. You glanced down the hall, toward the door leading into your shared bedroom. You missed him. Missed sleeping next to him, and as Miss Lowel had pointed out there had never been anything more than sleep happening in there since you moved in. He’d never forced you, never asked you, never even so much as changed in the same room. He’d respected you, and your privacy, only sharing a bed through sleep. Why it was like that you didn’t quite know, your husband had been known to take whores before your wedding but not once had you noticed such a thing happening after you became his wife.

Your face mushed against his pillow a few minutes later. You inhaled his distinct scent, a shiver slid down your back before you squeezed the feather-filled thing. You curled up in a ball for a moment under his cover, thinner than yours but comforting despite not fully keeping you warm. “I miss you,” you whispered and inhaled deeply, feeling yourself go heavy by the comfort of his scent.

⩤• Turpin •⩥

The wind tugged at the ends of his hair peeking out beneath his top hat. The house lay nearly dark, save for one single candle in the window of his bedroom. The bedroom he shared with you. There were differences to when he had stormed out of the house though. The curtains were changed back to their ordinary ones, there were no longer any decorations in the windows from what he could tell, empty as usual.

The cold had begun to slip inside his clothes, yet he remained on the sidewalk across the road — watching his house in a tense silence. For two days he had stewed over his reaction, his behaviour towards you when you had so obnoxiously obviously been exuberantly happy about decorating the house for Christmas. Everywhere his eyes had gone there had been reminders. Old decorations, from his time as a boy when joy was as far from Christmas as one could get despite the house being abysmally drenched in beautiful decorations looking to spark a sense of awe. All it ever meant for him were dread, loneliness, and pretending.

His family, rich and well-off as it was, had no real riches beyond money and status. His mother was a shell of a human, his father a devil of cruelty, his brother a demon of wickedness, and his sister… dead. The one who had been a joy, had died far too young, and what little love there had been in the mansion of a house went with her.

He shrugged, flexing his fingers within the leather gloves to bring some blood and warmth back to the tips. His eyes remained fixed on the dreary-looking house, darker than others along the street with not so much as a glimmer of a sparkle or flicker of an ornate lantern anywhere to be found. It had his jaw clenching as he thought of the sparkle that had been in your eyes before he’d snuffed it out with words of cruelty. Honest words, yet cruel in their harsh nature.

His spine stiffened as the curtain flickered in the bedroom. Mrs Lowel appeared, blowing out the candle, and given her timid motions he guessed you lay fast asleep in the bed he usually shared with you. Our bed, our home, my wife… My sweet wife… He drew a deep breath and marched towards the door on stiff legs while his mind ran rampant — wondering if you could forgive his outburst and rage, his words and behaviour. You were a joy in his dark life, and as he opened the door that very darkness seemed to glare at him.

All your work, all your thoughts, all your sparkling wonder; all of it was gone. He found not a single shred of tinsel, not even a lonesome garland remained as he removed his cloak and snow-covered boots, stepping into a pair of slippers while looking all around him at the utter lack of Christmas. That you listened and possibly respected him enough to remove it all made a warmth bloom in the pit of his stomach where a knot had formed over the whole situation. I usually do not care. I am not a caring man. I am not a man who cares for others’ emotions, yet, I find myself caring for yours most deeply. Disturbing business.

He moved up the stairs, his steps heavy yet quiet. His heart beat harder for each stride while his hand glided along the railing — partly for support as he felt himself waver at the possibility you may not be able to forgive him. Or, worse, you would possibly only do so with an explanation, a tale of his past he never wished to divulge.

He quietly opened the door, his body tense and his face set in a stoic mask as he struggled for the control he nearly always held a firm grasp of. When his eyes landed on your sleeping form, curled up on his side of the bed with his pillow held in a vice grip against your chest half buried under his cover, his heart stuttered and his body stiffened.

You were beautiful, angelic in your sleep, and he had to resist the urge exploding within his body as it had done every day since you became his wife. He yearned to touch each part of you, kiss each sliver of skin, caress each dip and mound, and explore every aspect of your body in its entirety. Months upon months had passed since he last took pleasure from another body. Ever since he vowed before God and congregation, before you, to be your faithful husband he had not touched or even looked at another woman. You were the only one for him, yet your innocence had proven a difficult thing to conquer. His own sins were like long shadows keeping him away, forcing him to wait for you to come to him willingly. He had tried, by God and Heaven, he had tried to be kind and caring, thoughtful and patient, yet you had not come to him still.

He stepped up to the bed, his eyes roaming your outline, and reached out his still-cold hand. His fingers graced your cheek, stroking away a tendril of hair so utterly soft to the touch he twirled it once between his fingers before letting go. “Sweet wife,” he whispered and just barely stopped himself from leaning in to kiss you. You stirred at his deep voice. “Richard?” you asked, your eyes blinking away the haze of sleep while he stood over you with nothing but his willpower to respect and be kind towards you keeping him in place while he watched your eyes clear — sleepy, to happy, to sad. It tore at his heart that your eyes no longer sparkled like last time he had come home.

“I took it down,” you whispered, your voice a meek sound. “I saw.” “Will you stay now?” He blinked at that, his brain addled with worry and an uncomfortable amount of desperation to hold you close. He was far too enchanted, in far too deep when it came to you. Not that he could verbally admit that. “I will,” he said, his voice a quiet drone while he attempted to keep himself in control. “Will you—” “I’ll move,” you said before he could ask for your forgiveness, and you shimmied out from his cover while laying his pillow in its proper place before situating yourself on your side of the bed. Not once did you expose any part of your nightdress-clad body — to his utter dismay and relief at the same time.

“I won’t look,” you whispered while turning around to face the window, giving him your back. He wished to turn you over again, make you watch him undress, make you see what you always did to his anatomy. But he did not. He watched the back of your head with growing agony and want, with a wish for forgiveness he could not quite bring himself to ask for now that his body burned with lust despite the cold sadness you emitted. I am a lesser man, thinking of ravaging you at a time like this. I will not yield to it, love. I vowed to myself you would be the one to come to me. If I so perish without ever having felt your warmth, it shall be so.

He slipped on his nightshirt and slunk in under the cover, keeping space between you both. The warmth you left behind, the wonderful scent now embedded on his side of the bed, made his entire body turn rigid. You were perfection, and now he may have ruined whatever chance he had so painstakingly long worked to gain. He drew a deep breath, your warmth and closeness offering relief of the acutest kind, and fell asleep in a matter of seconds. Too drained to remain in the moment, too comforted by your closeness to resist the relaxation. The knot in his stomach was ignored for the moment as dreams slipped in with nothing but you in them.

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: Uffh, these two have me in such a grip - and their story isn't quite at the HEA yet 👀 I'm kinda itching to make Y/n a bit more fierce, after all, her emotions are running rampant and Richard isn't really in control of his emotional state either - they have a lot to figure out between themselves and perhaps we ought to throw in another curveball or two to really make them argue (or perhaps bang) it out? 🤔🤭❤

Q: Do you have any tradition of your own around this time of year that you always keep? A: I have a few, one of my longest-running ones is being the one to put up and decorate the Christmas tree (the first weekend of December since I moved out of my childhood home). I've been in charge of doing the tree since I was a teenager and I've always loved it 🥰🎄✨

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