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sevika look alike contest in my bedroom RIGHT NOW
•Strap Warming Sevika•
lowkey waiting in line at 7brew rn
cw: naughty
MMDNI
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The low light of Sevika’s apartment flickers across her scarred skin as she leans back against the worn couch. Her mechanical arm rests heavy on your hip while her flesh hand grips your thigh, holding you down.
You are straddling her lap, thighs spread wide, her thick strap buried inside you. The stretch is delicious and overwhelming. Every tiny shift makes you clench around the fat silicone cock, but Sevika keeps you pinned still.
“Stay right there,” she murmurs, voice low and smoky. She takes a slow drag from her cigar, eyes half-lidded as she watches you. “Just sit still for me.”
You whimper softly, trying not to rock your hips. The fullness has you dripping down her strap, slick coating her thighs.
Sevika’s mechanical fingers trace lazy circles on your skin, the cool metal a sharp contrast to how hot and full you feel.
“Look at you,” she says with a dark smirk, squeezing your ass. “Sitting so pretty on my cock. Clenching like you want me to fuck you stupid.”
You bite your lip, breathing shaky. The urge to move is torture. Sevika leans in, lips brushing your ear as she gives one small, teasing thrust upward.
“Not yet,” she whispers, voice rough. “You are going to sit on it until I say otherwise.” she chuckles softly. “Let that pretty pussy throb around every inch.”
She leans back again, cigar between her fingers, looking far too pleased with herself as she watches you.
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☆ sweet!ambessa x tired!reader ★
── ♡ synopsis: you’re tired but your wife is super loving.
Ambessa was the softest woman when she wanted to be and you knew that. When the door had closed with a heavy thud behind you, you hadn’t expected to see the warlord sitting there at the edge of the bed facing the door as if she’d been waiting for you.
Sevika and sweet, sweet body worship for fem!reader🩷🩷
♡ · HOLD & WORSHIP 𓏻 ✦ drabble
body worship , strap , kissing . discord server.
Sevika’s strap was so deep inside you could feel it bullying your cervix every time she shifted even just a little bit. Your mouth was open, soft moans and whines spilling out as your nails dug into her back and shoulders.
“You look so fuckin’ pretty like this, you make me wanna stuff you full all the time,” Sevika whispered, kissing the column of your throat, peppering hickeys all over your collarbones and chest. “That’s my good girl… fuck.”
You shivered, “you’re too much…” your cheeks were red as you kept getting more and more embarrassed with every other praise that came out of Sevika’s mouth.
Her voice was gentle, very unlike how she usually spoke with others, it was gentle and full of love when she spoke to you and made love to you. You gasped, the strap slipped in deeper.
“You’re my pretty girl.” she cupped your face with her flesh hand, “and I’m gonna marry you soon.”
miguel o'hara noticing that u really really like his big strong arms pls 🙏
i request
— MIGUEL O'HARA AND HIS ARMS !
pairing : miguel x reader !
a/n : anything for u dumpling!!!! thank you very much for requesting, also i jsut aced in my val game please be proud. p.s guys the reader doesnt know bro is spider-man lmao what a dumbass
It was early in the morning, and you were fatigued. Too exhausted to drive yourself to work, your boyfriend, Miguel, had offered to give you a ride.
You happily accepted.
You yawned, pressing the back of your head into the headrest of the passenger seat as your eyes slowly began to close. Miguel glanced over to you, then let out a chuckle at the sight.
"What time did you sleep?"
Opening your eyes, you were met with a very clear view of your boyfriend's arms.
You knew that he was jacked, for sure, but you marveled at the way his black compression shirt hugged his toned muscles, making them stand out even more than usual. Ignoring the extremely heavy weight on your eyelids, you couldn't keep your eyes off his biceps.
"You gonna answer me or keep staring at my arms?"
Cw! Strap usage, dom! Sevika, sub! Reader, semi public sex, praise
Tldr: Sev wears her strap casually, you don’t know what that is but she shows you
A/n: im impatiently waiting for more The Vampire Lestat episodes, also reading the book, also also got back into Date Everything a lil bit
wife!sevika headcanons:
service butch THROUGH AND FUCKING THROUGH
will apologise in fights even if she's not at fault because she can't sleep without cuddles anymore, she gets nightmares 🙁
likes being held but will never say it out loud
adores how you look draped in her poncho
EVEN MORE CUDDLES
carries you from the couch to the bedroom after you fall asleep on movie nights
massages your feet
will exchange shoes with you if your heels hurt your feet
tries to get you to workout with her because in her nightmares you're always getting attacked by goons and you're defenseless
gets you flowers, but the bouquet is always messy because she doesn't know which ones to get you
if you get a minor splinter, she'll put you in a cast
insecure about the ring she proposed with because she didn't have much when she did, and now that she's councillor she wants to give you everything in the world
Can you make a fic about teenage reader and sevika (or young lovers) doing the Chapstick challenge?🥹 like if the reader put on a flavoured Chapstick Sevika would have to guess which one it is or the other way around !!
I love love love your work so much💗‼️
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Thank you so much! 🩷✨🫶🏻
(Y’all I’m so bad at dialogue, I’m trying to write more lately but damn I’m cringing)
Sevika x Reader - One More Game
Summary: A harmless Chapstick guessing game between young lovers quickly turns into Sevika finding excuses to kiss you far more times than necessary.
I LOVELOVELOVEEEEEDDDD UR MECHANIC SEVIKA X BOTHERSOME READERRR
if possible woukd you perhaps consider writing some smut for it? It’s totally up to you, and if you don’t want to it’s totally fine and you can ignore this, but if you do this is my basic idea
Sevika is working under the car in her garage, Mabye before her workshop opens and we somehow sneak in (we stole a copy of her keys definitely) and start like talking to sevika or something idk man Im making this up as I go and basically while she’s under the car we pull her pants n boxers down and like start eating her out while she’s like squirming yk?? Basically sub sevika and kinda dom reader?? (
(This is such a bad idea you can totally ignore it, Im so sorry 😓😓😓😓)
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Authors note ₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩: First of all, angel: I would never ignore anyone’s requests. Let alone yours :( SECONDLY, you absolutely read my mind bc I thought of writing this the immediate time I published the first part. You little genius.
Despite Mechanic!Sevika having remarkably strict rules for clients that acted like temper-bait, she gave all the liberty to you. Her special girl. An impatient one at that.
You waltz in her shop as your footsteps motioned on cold concrete that they seemed to recognize.
You spotted the same, scuffed up combat boots under a red Ford.
Bingo.
Sevika’s ears immediately perked up, screwing her work in with a wrench. She struggled to speak with a rag to accompany her sweat, currently crumpled in her mouth.
“That you, doll?”
“Mmm. No.”
A stifled chuckle could be heard from below. She spat her rag to her side.
“Liar. You’re wearing the same shoes from yesterday.”
You knelt down, tilting your head to watch her hands work. You smiled big.
“I could be anyone.”
“Yeah? I can hear the difference too. Like a damn horse trottin’ in my shop.”
You frowned before unbuckling her belt.
“W-wha—what are you doing?”
Before Sevika could even look down, she felt an immediate contrast of the cold night air teasing her legs. You slid her boxers down before latching your mouth on her pulsating clit. Her bush teased your nose, dripped in her own wetness that had only formed once you came into the shop.
“J-jesus fuck. Angel wait—“
Muffled moans reached your ears.
She couldn’t wriggle even if she wanted. It was already difficult to move beneath her cars, but having you eat her whole had her body rigid.
“S-so f-fucking impatient.” Grumbled from her mouth before her hand gripped into your head of hair.
“Keep complaining and I’ll stop.”
Silence came on her end before she muttered
“Whatever.” As if her face wasn’t plush of red with her doll stuck between her thighs.
Your teasing tongue licked her up to her happy trail.
“You love me.”
“I—“
She choked. Her ego became smaller by the day with you around.
“I don’t. You’re a cruel girl.”
You lapped at her while she struggled to even pick her wrench back up. Every time she put a tool down, you stopped abruptly. She’d quietly whine for you to continue.
“Please.”
“What’d you say?”
“Sweet Janna, please!”
“Better.”
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From that day forward, her breaks included her dialing your number, whether you were busy or not. She didn’t need to argue for your head to be in between her thighs. You were her favorite helper, after all.
LOVED your piercer!Sevika and come with an idea of : dykes on bikes sevika for pride month!!!!
biker!sevika 🤤🤤🤤
Authors note₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩: Happy pride, pretty! I’m delighted to start off pride with this idea. I love you all lots, and I’m so appreciative of the support on this page from all my queer daisies🫀
Warnings: harassment, flirting, just fluffy gunk.
Parades n’ Prowlers
It wasn’t your first rodeo, but it was for your new best friend of officially one year. She was a baby gay as of recent. What other way to celebrate when the new season crashes with waves of new opportunity and color?
“C’mon! You don’t even do anything on Fridays.”
“I..I don’t know.”
You gave the pout special that almost everybody fell for. A 92..93% chance of winning someone over.
“Pleaseeee, oh please! I don’t want us to celebrate with some..I dunno. Some cake with a half-assed rainbow. There’s literally a whole crowd of supporters!”
“Okay—“
“You’d be missing out if you didn’t!”
“Fine! Oh my god, fine. Fine.” The seriousness in her tone was easily replaced by effortless laughter.
You offered up an old crop top you wore a few parades back with a flat printout of a scissor. Straight forward and self explanatory, but it looked cute on her.
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“Fuck. I don’t know. Does this top look stupid on me? I don’t know if jeans is too simple to be out there.”
“Baby, we’re already in the crowd. S’a little too late to ask me that.
She frowned. You took the hint and stammered for your words back.
Besides! You look stunning. A fem would totally ask you out.”
“You love bullshitting me.”
“You’re such a party pooper. You look great, point blank.”
You felt confident in your outfit. Maybe it was the color scheme? Or maybe, it was the numerous girls complimenting you back to back.
The best thing about being in a queer dominant field was the community.
The worst was having hagglers stuck in your business, the feeling of conspicuous caramel gripping in between your teeth being an inseparable similarity.
Alongside the parade swaying down came protestors with sigh worthy signs.
It only did get on your nerves once an older man stopped down onto the street, your side of the street with a megaphone and bible in hand.
It rang in your ear like crazy.
“Lead not into temptation, child. You could be of greatness, yet you align yourself with nothing but sin.”
You whined.
“Holy fuck, could you be any louder?!”
“I’m not loud unless I need to be. And in this state, I advise you all turn to greatness before you’re damned in hell.”
Your peripheral vision showed a shaken up best friend, already tucking her fan away.
No. He was not ruining your friend’s first pride. Or your ear range.
Just as you were ready to turn and confront him, you heard a bike rumble and cut the distance between you two.
Tall. Buff. Wife pleaser with unevenly sewed patches. Unforgettable musk. The helmet didn’t come off just yet as a muffled voice growled dominance in the heat.
“Fuck off. Ain’t your business of who’s goin’ to hell or not. You’re bothering the girl for no reason.”
The confrontation was thankfully enough for him to temporarily stray from his megaphone.
“I absolutely have reason! She is clearly stumbling into sin. You all are.”
“Yeah! Is that your life to dictate? I don’t think so.”
“It’s not mine, but the gods created each of these..filthy—“
“You finish that sentence and you’ll find yourself at the gates of hell in the next two minutes.”
She towered over him. It was quite unfair if a quarrel ever occurred. The man stumbled over his words before cursing under his breath and walking towards the other protestors.
You turned your head up to what you thought could be heaven.
The woman took the helmet off, a swaying choppy bob and a shaven undercut was released into the cool breeze.
Stone gray eyes darted down to you.
You?
“Sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. You ladies all good?”
Your friend immediately nudged you for a phrase. Something. Anything for you to get out your trance.
“A-ah. Uhm. Yes. Thank-thank you.”
She took the hint, smirking down at your friend before you.
“Names Sevika. Am I allowed to get yours or…will that be occupied?”
A pink daze blurred your face.
“‘You askin’ if I’m single?”
“Yes, angel. I am. Smart girl.”
You smile, poking your friend to give you a minute to yourself. As much as you babied her throughout the parade, you secretly knew she got the hang of it and was clearly talking to others beside her.
“I am.”
The woman clicked her tongue, smiling to the crowd afar. It made her labret much more visible before she turned back to you.
“You wouldn’t mind if I gave you a little shortcut up the line then..right?”
“Goodness. And feel a better breeze?”
You teasingly asked while clearly checking out your view.
“I’d love that.”
“Hop on f’me, angel.”
You didn’t hesitate to hold her waist while propping yourself up. She felt so warm. It didn’t help that you were under a sweltering sun and horrible nerves. Sevika secretly adored it.
“Hold tighter. Don’t want ya slippin’.”
You held as tight as you could as her bike roared on the side of the street. You rested your head on her back, yelling up at her.
“I was too—ah! I was too nervous to say how beautiful you looked up there.”
“What’d ya say, beautiful?!”
“U-uh! Nothing!”
Sevika silently chuckled underneath her helmet. She absolutely heard you. She just wanted to hear you stammer again.
The evening was a gift that kept giving: a friend that officially went to her first pride, protestors being a bit silent for the first time, and digits from probably the hottest biker you’ve ever laid eyes on.
Lessons of the Heart (Ch.3) 📚💖
Chapter 3: Falling Slowly
Single Dad!Miguel x Teacher!FReader
Summary: Being a father is not easy, and even less so when he is single. This is Miguel O'Hara's life, who has raised his daughter Gabriella alone after her mother's abandonment. Everything has been extremely difficult and challenging, especially now that they have to start over in a new neighborhood. Miguel barely has time for anything else besides his daughter and his job… everything changes a bit when he meets his daughter's teacher: you.
CW: different POV, distress, mild angst, not use of Y/N, only last name, Miguel being sweet with Gabi, kinda OOC (Let me know if I forgot something, pls)
Divider by: @cinemabeans
A/N: Hello there! It's been a long, long time since the last time I was there 🥲 I've been through a lot of things, and I was drained of... well, everything HAHA! First of all, thank you to all of you that you kept giving likes or reposting :') today, the third chapter is ready and I really hope to be more frequent from now on :'D Take care and I'll see you next time!
And before to proceed, I have to express my gratitude to @miss-tarja, who has been helping me all this time to get this chapter done—it was incredibly difficult for me to write. And yet, she was there, being very patient and offering me encouragement and advice <3
"Sev! You are doing it all wrong! I told you to go left!" You pouted as you tried to instruct her. The moving in together turned out to be much more complicated than both of you thought.
"For fucks sake! My left or your left?" Sevika began to get frustrated. It was late at night and she had work early in the morning. The last thing on her mind was arguing about couch’s placement in the living room. You, on the other hand, clearly had different priorities.
"Does it matter?" You asked dumbfounded and you swore Sevika’s eyelid twitched in frustration.
"Doll, you are damn lucky you got yourself a woman like me." She tried to play it off but her bags under eyes told a whole different story.
"But if you didn’t have a sweet girl like me, you wouldn’t even think of getting things like couch or a bed frame." You winked at her and smiled brightly. But her reaction was far from ideal considering your praiseworthy comment.
"I’m sure my wallet thinks otherwise." You only stared her down from head to toes. The snarky remark added fuel to the fire.
"Oh, quit it! I told you I could pay for it!" You only rolled your eyes in disapproval and sat down on the nearby chair.
It was true, the flat belongs to Sevika. However, after endless arguments about moving in, Sevika gave in and let you decorate the apartment with anything you wanted. But her version of decorating clearly never matched yours. You were aware that Sevika is a simple woman - she doesn’t spend money lightly (excluding cigar). Thus, soft blankets, furniture, and cute trinkets collecting dust on shelves have never been on your girlfriend’s mind.
"With what money?" She only chuckled as she grabbed you from the chair and sat you on her lap. "You can’t even save a penny. You spend too much time with your head is in clouds, darling."
You turned your head towards hers so lively your hair smashed her face. The dramatic act cost you a harsh pinch on your thigh as a punishment.
"Ouch, brute!" You whined in pain and started massaging the abused spot. Sevika’s gaze was focused on you as she tried her best not to annoy you even more.
"Beside, I will pay the mortgage." You declared proudly with a big smile. Yet, Sevika mockingly laughed at your announcement and hid her face in the crook of your neck.
"Doll, your part time job wouldn’t even cover it." The snort made your blood boil. You pushed yourself off her muscular body and stuck out your tongue.
"Fine! I will be a damn parasite!" Truth be told, you did appreciate Sevika’s need to be in control. You never had to ask yourself if you could afford anything. Sevika always had everything covered for you whether it was a new bag you definitely didn’t need or some trinket you found in a vintage store.
"I will gladly keep such a pretty parasite, though." She got up and patted your thigh playfully. "C’mon, darling… I’d rather have us in bed than arguing about this couch."
Needless to say, the couch was long forgotten and left in the place it wasn’t meant to be.
(this is a repost from my old acc)
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Castieeeeeel>>>>>>
omg i NEED to see ur take on castiel x reader and the whole debrah thing!!!!! im so sure u r gonna write it soooo good <3
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synopsis: Castiel made a mistake, but would you be willing to forgive him?
❤︎ featuring : castiel veilmont x F!reader
❤︎ words count : 3.0k
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author’s note — I don't understand how Candy could forgive him so easily; that's why I made sure you wouldn't forgive him immediately here. And Lysander, who's still as perfect as ever (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
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ᥫ᭡ It was a nightmare. How could things have gone so wrong?
The concert went wonderfully; you were even surprised that such a spur-of-the-moment idea had actually turned out so well! People loved the event, and all your friends had a great time. You enjoyed yourself too, dancing with Rosalya and admiring the confidence with which Castiel played.
You were also surprised that he agreed to perform on stage for the school; you must have had to find others to convince him to join you, and even ask him yourself. But it seems Castiel really enjoyed the event: being able to pursue his passion without anyone criticizing him for it (and without the principal complaining).
But the good time was quickly forgotten with the arrival of one person, and that person was none other than...
"Deborah…?"
Your voice trembled without you realizing it, observing here and now with your own eyes this girl you hated like you'd never hated anyone before. You'd known this girl for a long time; you'd arrived at the school a few days before she and Castiel broke up, before she left the school afterward.
There were plenty of reasons for you to hate her. Rosalya had already told you several times about the awful things she'd done, and the few dozen days you'd spent together before she left had been enough to make you despise her. How could people fall for her fake, sweet-girl persona? Her angelic face seemed to turn everyone's head, and you couldn't understand why.
You were already friends with Castiel when they were together, and you saw that he was happy with her, but you understood that this girl had a bad influence on him, she was pulling him down to put herself at the top; she hid him in the shadows to shine in everyone's eyes, and Castiel didn't even realize it.
But that was over a year ago, and Deborah's absence had brought you and Castiel much closer. You'd never truly wanted to acknowledge your feelings for him, but Rosalya and Lysander's constant remarks had finally made you realize you'd fallen in love. Unfortunately, you'd never quite found the courage to actually tell him how you felt, contenting yourself with the ambiguous friendship you shared.
So seeing her here, you never would have guessed! And you absolutely didn't want to see her again... but why, really? She and Castiel aren't together anymore, she never actually did anything to you. So you didn't need to worry...
Deborah gave you a sweet smile as she approached you. "Ah, you're here! It's been so long, my dear. I've missed you!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a hug.
You stiffened instantly before awkwardly placing your hands on her back. "Ah...Deborah, it has been a long time, yes...What brings you here...?"
She released you, placing her hands on your shoulders while maintaining eye contact. "Well, I heard about a concert at the school, and since I was passing through town, I thought I'd check it out!" She then placed her hand in the small of your back, encouraging you to walk beside her as you entered the school's entrance hall.
"And then, I really wanted to see kitten again. It's been a long time since I last spoke to him, so when I saw him playing guitar, I realized that my feelings for him had never really disappeared."
At her words, you felt your heart skip a beat. She still had feelings for Castiel?
"Really…?" You said with hesitation.
You stopped in the hallway, and you were slightly surprised before noticing Iris walking happily towards you. "Deborah!" she exclaimed.
The brunette greeted her back, and Iris turned to you, a smile never leaving her lips. "Oh, I see you've already had a chat with her! Anyway, Deborah, it's so nice to see you again. I'm sure the others will be happy too!"
Deborah smiled back before replying. "Iris, I'm glad to see you too. Shall we talk later? I was just talking to her about something important." She said, gesturing towards you.
Iris understood immediately and didn't wait any longer before leaving. Just then, Deborah grabbed your arm and pulled you abruptly towards the school's basement.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" you exclaimed, but Deborah ignored you, closing the door behind her, and turning to you. "What are you playing at?" But she still didn't seem to want to answer, staring thoughtfully at the floor.
"Do you know why I left a year ago?"
"No, why would I?" You answered.
Deborah laughed at your answer. She then crossed her arms, staring at you with an intensity that made you uncomfortable.
"At that time, Castiel and I had an offer from a fairly well-known agency. But you see, there's only room for one celebrity, and although I liked Castiel, I wasn't going to ruin my career for a trivial high school crush."
"A high school crush? You could have become famous alongside Castiel, you're just trying to excuse your actions."
Deborah laughed bitterly before replying. "I'm not excusing myself, on the contrary, I take full responsibility. I'm the only one who would become famous for my talent, and I certainly don't want to share that fame with anyone. Besides, in trying to get rid of Castiel, I also had to use Nathaniel, against my will."
You raised an eyebrow at his reply. "Use him? Is it because of you that he and Castiel hate each other so much?"
Deborah shrugged. "That's not the point, who cares anyway."
"What I don't understand is why you're telling me all this? I hope you realize that Castiel and I are friends, and that I would obviously go and tell him everything you've told me."
Deborah simply approached you, placing her finger on your chest before pushing you away with a mocking smile. "Do you think I'm an idiot? I know perfectly well that in your eyes, Castiel is much more than a friend. Even when we were together, I saw you drooling over him at every opportunity. But be realistic, between you and me, who will he believe? You, the girl who's his so-called friend and wants to ruin our relationship? Or me, his ex who's back and wants to rekindle things?"
The words caught in your throat, and Deborah couldn't help but smile even more at your reaction. "See? What I like about you is that you're realistic. You know that between you and me, I'll win. So don't waste the only good thing you have, and just enjoy the show. Besides, you shouldn't talk to Castiel; you'll do yourself more harm than good seeing him leave school."
At her words, Deborah left the basement, leaving you alone, drowning in your thoughts.
Several days had passed, and it was fair to say that one problem after another had kept piling up. You'd tried to warn the others about Deborah's behavior, but it took a few crocodile tears from her for everyone to turn their backs on you. Then Amber and her friends had to play a dirty trick on Deborah, and you were made the scapegoat. And that's how you ended up here, in the stairwell, with Castiel, who was clearly not pleased.
"Are you crazy or what? Are you mentally three years old to be doing something so stupid? You could have hurt her too! Throwing a bucket of water on her, is that really all you have to do?"
"But, Castiel, it wasn't me! It was Amber and her friends who—"
"Shut up! At least own up to your shit, damn it. You disappoint me, I didn't think you'd go this far."
"But you don't understand! Can't you see she's manipulating you? This girl is using you like a puppet, using you when she needs you and then throwing you away as soon as you're useless in her eyes. She's already done it once, do you think she won't be able to do it a second time?"
"Listen carefully, I'm not going to repeat myself. Deborah is here to offer me a golden opportunity, and I don't want you interfering."
You looked him up and down, then pressed your lips together before sighing. "As long as you don't fall back into her arms..."
Castiel gave a quick smile that vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "Fall back into her arms? You're not my mother, and I'm not going to do that."
You looked him up and down before crossing your arms. "That's why you put on the clothes you wore when you were dating her."
Your remark didn't seem to amuse him, and as you turned to leave, Castiel grabbed your arm and slammed you against the wall. "Listen, I'm not going to waste any more time. Stay away from me, her, and everyone I care about."
Your breath caught in your throat, and all you could see was the furious anger and rage blazing in his grey eyes. You tried to move, only for his grip on your arm to tighten. "But…How can you believe her...? I...It's not like I'm just some acquaintance of yours trying to ruin her reputation. You and I...we had something between us..." You felt tears welling up in your eyes, trying your best to hold them back. "I just want to make sure you don't fall for her tricks a second time..."
But the young man's reply was the last you expected to hear. In fact, his words hit you like a bomb, a needle piercing your poor heart and crushing your feelings.
"There was never anything between us. You're nobody to me, just...disappear..."
Castiel then released you from his grasp, without a thought for the effect his words had on you. But you felt that effect all too well. Your heart ached like never before. You, who had always made sure Castiel was happy, who had defended him body and soul, who had cherished your moments together; smoking under the stairwell, playing guitar together, cuddling...
So, were all those moments spent together nothing to him?
You didn't wait any longer to walk away, not even taking the time to look at him one last time before running away, trying to dry your tears as quickly as possible.
Castiel watched you leave, an inexplicable glint shining in his eyes. He squinted, ran his hands through his hair before punching the wall in frustration.
Deborah had won, she was right. Castiel believed her, not you! How could you possibly think he would believe you...
"Wait!" A voice called out from behind you. You slowly turned your head, wiping away another falling tear. That's when you noticed Lysander running towards you, a worried expression on his face.
"Lysander..." You sniffed again before jumping into his arms, finally letting go and crying your heartbreak. He wrapped his arms around you, letting you release your feelings without interruption.
"Nothing's going right, everyone thinks I'm harassing Deborah...nobody wants to talk to me anymore, and Castiel hates me..."
Lysander ran his hand through your hair, gently stroking your back as he listened attentively. He frowned, annoyed by the injustice you were experiencing. "You're not alone, Rosalya is here for you. I am here for you too. This situation is difficult for you, I know. But everything will be alright, don't worry. Listen, go home, and tomorrow we'll have a plan to resolve all of this."
"What plan?"
Lysander smiled slightly before placing his hands on your shoulders. "Don't worry about it. Go home and rest, okay?"
À few days had passed, and Lysander was right. Everything had been resolved. He, Rosalya, Nathaniel, Kentin, and Armin had devised a plan to expose Deborah's true colors. Everyone had the chance to hear your argument thanks to the headmistress's microphone, and despite her attempt to lie to everyone again, no one believed her. And she ran away, real tears streaming down her cheeks this time.
But despite the few days of rest since she left, a part of you was missing. Castiel had been dry all week, declaring that he simply wanted time to think. You still asked Lysander for news of him, who simply replied that he was still thinking.
You were spending your days with him and Rosalya. The other girls still tried to talk to you, but you couldn't yet fully forgive their reaction and actions.
It was after school. Lysander had dropped you off at home and left after a few minutes of conversation. He then arrived at the park where Castiel was sitting on a bench with a cigarette between his lips. Lysander approached him and sat down next to him.
After a few moments of silence, the young man with heterochromatic eyes turned to his friend, finally deciding to bring his friend to his senses. "When are you going to apologize?"
Castiel immediately frowned, lightly biting his cigarette while running a hand along the back of his neck. "What the hell do you want me to say to her?"
"Do you hear yourself? This whole thing has made her sick, you believed Deborah instead of her, and on top of that, you made her cry. Question yourself, Castiel. By acting like this, you're only going to push her away from you, is that what you want?"
Castiel fell silent then, causing Lysander to sigh as he gazed at the landscape before him. "Words hurt, Castiel. You should know that, so take responsibility for what you said and make amends."
"But what if she doesn't want to talk to me anymore?"
"It will be entirely your fault."
The radio blaring was the only sound in your living room. Accompanied by the sound of your ice cream being eaten by you, while you read your book at the same time. Night had fallen long ago; it must have been at least 3 a.m. And even though you had school in a few hours, you simply couldn't fall asleep.
The whole thing was swirling around in your mind, especially the argument between you and Castiel. You simply couldn't get his words out of your head, and despite Rosalya's advice to just listen to your heart (and also to insult that idiot), you just wanted to go back to him. But you weren't going to! His words had hurt you too much for you to forgive him so quickly.
But your dark thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of your apartment doorbell. You sat bolt upright like a frightened rabbit, clutching the spoon in your hand like a weapon. Who could be ringing at this hour?
"It’s…me."
You got up without waiting, approached the front door which you were about to open, but you stopped, before simply leaning against it. "What are you doing here?"
"I...I'm sorry, for this whole thing."
"It's too easy to say that, Castiel. You can be sorry, but I can't forgive you that easily. Everything you said to me...I can't forget it all. You know, I thought you and I really had something. I was...I'm in love with you, Castiel, but the only response I've gotten to my feelings is that you've never considered me someone you love..."
A silence fell then, making you sigh. Did he really have nothing to say? He had simply come to say "sorry" and then thought you were going to jump into his arms, kiss him, and tell him you forgave him?
"I love you. Like crazy, okay? I...I messed up, it's true. Seeing her here again after all this time made me panic. I was torn between my feelings for you and the opportunity she gave me. This whole thing made me panic, and I really thought you were the one causing all the trouble. And I...made a mistake, it's true. I took my frustration out on you, and I never should have. But...I know it's you I love."
"What did she have that I don’t have? Why did you believe her when all I ever wanted was what was best for you...? You hurt me so much, Castiel. I...I don't know if I can forgive you. But for now...I don't want to see you, Castiel..." Your throat tightened, and tears welled up. How could he even dare come back after that...? You didn't want to see him...Not now, not right now.
But could you even forgive him? This whole thing has surely proven to you that Castiel might not be the one for you? You needed to think about all of this, and then you would give Castiel an answer. You took a deep breath before finally letting out your last words before leaving.
"Go away."
★ HEADCANON
❤︎ featuring : castiel veilmont x F!reader
⤷ Masterlist
author’s note — not him being my crush in the game while my aesthetic is the opposite of his (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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ᥫ᭡ Boyfriend!Castiel's love language is physical touch. Whenever he gets the chance, he puts his arm around your shoulders or waist. He's always seeking your physical contact, no matter the place or time. He'll never admit it, but feeling your presence under his touch instantly calms him and truly reminds him that you're always by his side.
ᥫ᭡ Boyfriend!Castiel who is jealous, very jealous. He knows perfectly well that you love him and would never look elsewhere. But the mere sight of you with another guy irritates him immensely, and he can't help but let you know it with very sharp and aggressive remarks. And if he sees you with that idiot class rep, he'd be ready to jump down his throat.
ᥫ᭡ Boyfriend!Castiel who loves it when you match his energy. That's actually the first reason he fell in love with you. You've always been someone who doesn't let herself be pushed around but is still willing to help others. But when he teases you, he loves seeing your reactions, and bonus points if you respond a little bit sarcastically.
ᥫ᭡ Boyfriend!Castiel who writes dozens and dozens of songs about you, spending hours etching lyrics onto paper that remind him of you. Every time he does, he can't help but blush and smile, falling in love with you all over again with every word he writes. But he would never show them to you, or to Lysander. It’s his secret garden, and he would die of shame if you ever found out about it.
ᥫ᭡ Boyfriend!Castiel, at whose house you spend a lot of time. Since his parents are never there, you take full advantage and stay at his place almost all the time. Either you cuddle on his bed or you listen to him play his guitar. And you'd better compliment him when he does! Of course, he'll reply with something like: "Of course you like it, I'm the one who played this music," or "You really can't stop complimenting me, can you?" But be warned, if you don't, prepare to be bombarded with questions about why you didn't like it. After all, you're pretty much the only person he would ask for advice from.
ᥫ᭡ Boyfriend!Castiel who loves watching you play with his dog, Demon. Most people are afraid of his dog because of its size (and its owner, but shh…), so seeing you play with it always brings a smile to his face. (He pretends it's a mocking smile when you fall trying to catch Demon as it runs off with a stick in its mouth.)
ᥫ᭡ Boyfriend!Castiel is truly in love with you. When you're not paying attention, his eyes can't leave your silhouette, gazing at you with all the love in the world. You're the one who managed to break through his shell. You're one of those who doesn't judge him for his behavior and tries every day to understand him better. And even if he's not necessarily the best boyfriend in the world, he knows how to recognize his mistakes and tries to become better just to see you smile.
ᥫ᭡ And please, don't use him the way Deborah did. Or just don't break his heart. He wouldn't take it, not a second time. And not from you, especially not.
ᥫ᭡ Not when he considers you the love of his life.