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Let's say it.
Writing a "x reader" and then adding a description on the appearence of the reader is doing the opposite of what you wanna do.
I'm precisely talking about ghost x reader fics, male, gn or female almost everyone does that.
If you want to do it, there's no problem but at least specify it somewhere. If it's because, you yourself, look like this, then specify it's a self-insert.
I personally think adding description cuts the vibe of the fic but also does not respect "reader's rule".
It does concern when you add about the skin color, the color of your lips, cheeks, all those kinds of things. It can be hard to take it out of your vocabulary as i myself made those mistakes before, but for sure it just does not include poc people, which is not fair for them let's be honest.
Besides that, the reader is supposed to be inclusive but also neutral. Not talking about gender (you should still specify it!), but about the appearance.
It is quite unnerving and displeasant when you've been reading the fic since a moment then you get hit by the "woman with a curve" or the "you were a bulky man".
It feels like, when you're reading a story, you're in the middle of it and suddenly they describe their main character's appearance. It quickly ruins the vibe of the story.
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You’re a little too good for your first time writing a dom reader 👀
So, excuse me I like to see subby men cry. So if that’s your cup of tea, hear me out 🫶
Just sitting on top of Leon’s thighs, holding him down as you place a vibrator on the tip of his cock. Then edge him until he begs for your mercy, his pretty blue eyes bluer than the sky. Then when he begs and cries nicely enough that’s when you let him cum, but you’re gonna milk him dry 👹
Oh.. HELLO THERE. This is my first dom reader so.. RE2 baby boy gonna get it. I hope you enjoy.
THIS IS SMUT. MINORS GO AWAY ILL BITE
He panted heavily, whining desperately from the overstimulation you've caused him, Leon was at your mercy while you sat on top of his thighs, keeping him from kicking his legs. He looks pathetically cute looking submissive below you.
"You like that huh.?" You teased him, kissing his collarbone, feeling the light vibrations of the blue vibrator you've had on the tip of his cock, giggling a bit as you see him in visible discomfort from not cumming.
"Mommy please... I wanna cum so bad-" He moaned loudly, watching the charm from your choker move with his motions. His face became hotter as his eyes were bluer than the Pacific Ocean. You kissed him lips, passionately as you turned up the vibrator a bit, making him grip the pillow, a moaning mess he was.
"AHH!-"
"You look so fucking pathetic like this.. But it's so cute to see you suffer under me, This is what you get for being a brat to me Leon." You snickered at him as he whined as a response back to you, Your own boyfriend tried being dominate but you ended up railing him in the process at the office, thank god your shared office was sound proof.
The more the vibrations he gained, the more his cock twiched against it, holding in his release as he wanted to let go but he was your bitch tonight, knowing if he'd cum right now, he's wait weeks just to fuck you. No, Leon never wanted that.
"Leon you really wanna cum." He blushed more as he heard your tone, strictly strun just the way he loved it, nodding his head rapidly caused you to push down the vibrator a bit, making Leon jolt a bit.
Pulling his head back with a fistful of his hair, teary eyes looked at you, desperately. "I said do you want to fucking cum or not?"
"Yes Ma'am please." Leon begged, pleading to you, making you smirk evil. Pulling the toy away from his cock as he was on edge, moaning painfully, eyes closed as tears fell from his face.
Suddenly you held the tip of his cock to your slit, grinding against it. Licking your lips as you stared at him. "Beg and I'll milk you dry."
"P..please ma'am let me cum in your soaked pussy. Let me paint your rosey pink walls with white. I want to cum so badly for you ma'am.! Let me fucking cum please!"
His wish was granted as you slammed down onto him, bouncing on his cock roughly. You moaned loud how good he felt inside you, biting your bottom lip. "Fucking cum in my pussy baby! Let me feel you fucking paint my walls.."
You slam down hard on him one last time, staying there as he released his white ribbons inside you, coating your walls in white. Both panting heavily as you kissed him lovingly. Playing with his hair as he held you close.
"Good boy."
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HI!!
Just saw that your inbox is opened and I’m sliding in with the hopes of Leon Kennedy. This might be different from different requests/asks. But would you be able to do something with Leon comforting the reader after an heated argument they had with their dad? I know this is oddly specific but I low key just need that comfort right now.
I would really appreciate if you could!! But if not that is completely okay and 100% understanding of why you chose not too!! Remember to drink plenty of water and get a decent night of sleep!! ❤️❤️
no this is great! i love leon with all my heart!! thanks so much for this ask and hopefully this still helps you out in any way possible :))
hold me right
re2 leon kennedy x f!reader
fluff, angst, hurt/comfort
1k words
warnings: swearing, discussions of trauma
summary: when nothing is right at home, she finds home in leon kennedy’s arms.
an: no use of (Y/N) and no specific mentions of what the reader looks like.
She walked down the street with tears falling from her eyes. Each tear felt like a dagger down her cheeks. As if a knife was slowly slicing her skin open as she took a sharp breath to hold the tears. She couldn’t tell any passer byers to see her cry. That’s embarrassing. What is she even crying about?
By the time she got to his house, she had already cried the worst of it. Her tears had already stained her mascara down to her cheeks, and it was obvious she was an emotional wreck.
She knew living with her parents was still going to be miserable. She knew commuting to college wasn’t the smartest idea, but she had to save money for her future, she told herself. But now, it wasn’t worth it anymore.
Leon’s house was only a couple of blocks from her. But just enough time for her to attempt to clear her mind as she made her way to his house. Her mind was a scattered mess of pain and anger. She wanted to tear down her parent's house and burn it all to the ground. She wanted to punch her father so hard that it left a permanent mark. She wanted someone to see her anger and realize that something was wrong.
She had started dating Leon when they were in high school. When her friends had all ditched her for so-called better friends, all she had left was Leon. Star athlete with nobody else, Leon was not entirely full of social graces. He now lived with a bunch of his police academy buddies in a small townhouse near the academy. How blessed she was that he lived nearby, especially in times of need like now.
She loved him like no other. He was a good shoulder to cry on, and while others didn’t like his cheesy jokes, they were her favorite. And he would stay up all night talking to her about life and the universe. She believed that Leon Kennedy was her own personal slice of Heaven on earth. If god was real, he made Leon just for her.
She knocked on his door, praying that he was actually home. Or that he was the one who answered the door. She let out a sharp exhale as the door opened to Leon himself.
“Hey, hey.” He said as he realized how terrible she felt. It didn’t help how miserable she was, it was indeed showing on her face. “Come in.”
He helped her in as she choked out another sob. Normally, she’d be embarrassed to cry in front of someone, but not him.
“What’s wrong, love?” He asked as he walked her to his room. Where rock band posters plastered the walls and he used to blast metal for her and explain the deeper meaning of each song.
“My dad.” She finally uttered as she sat on the bed beside him. “We got into another fight. I don’t think this is going to end well. I think I have to move now.”
“What did that asshole say?” His eyebrows furrowed together as he rubbed the mascara off her cheeks with his thumb.
“He said I’m useless. Said I never help out around the house. I do more than he does! He comes home from work and sits his lazy ass in his lazy boy and watches football until I make him fucking dinner!” She said calmly until she began to shout. “I’m so sick of him!”
“Well my lease is over in three months and then you and I, we’ll get out of here. I’ll get a job in a good city and we can live there together.” He told her, as he pulled her into a hug.
“You’d do that?” She mumbled into his shirt.
“Of course.” He muttered into her shoulder. “Anything for you. Forget that asshole.”
“I don’t deserve you.” She exhaled sharply.
“No, no.” He took her chin into his hand. “I don’t deserve you. Don’t forget that. You deserve everything good that comes your way.”
“It doesn’t feel like it sometimes.” She dodged his eyes. “He makes me feel like I don’t matter sometimes, and it drives me insane. Because he makes me feel so worthless—“
“Which he is entirely wrong about. Forget him. I’m serious. If you need to crash here for the time being, I’m okay with that. If you have to cut ties with him, it’s okay. I’ll be here for you no matter what.”
“Okay, okay.” She wiped her nose, and with all her crying it had begun to run.
Fluids ran down her face and she felt she looked disgusting, but to Leon, that didn’t matter. It never did. It wasn’t that she wasn’t gorgeous, that would be a lie. He cared about how she was feeling above all. Even if he was miserable, he just wanted her to feel perfectly fine. He’d let her rest on his shoulder and fall asleep even if it made him uncomfortable.
“Let me get you some tissues.” He said as he opened his desk drawer to find a box of tissues. He took his time to open the box and hand her a fresh tissue. “It’s alright, you’re here. Not home.”
“Leon.” She sniffled as she dabbed at her eyes with new tissue.
“You know I love you, right? And that I will do anything you ask.” He said as he grabbed the tissue and helped her wipe her eyes. Fixing the mascara under her eyes that had run down her cheeks.
“Yeah, yeah.” She snuggled up to his arm, holding onto him tight. “I love you, too.”
“Now, is there anything you want to do? Or watch? I don’t have work or training today, so we can do anything you’d like, love.” He said as he ran his hand down to her hand on her lap, taking her hand and rubbing her palm. “Anything for you today.”
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Oh my gosh 😭 this is perfect. Angst that hits right in the heart then hit again with fluff ❤️❤️ ahhh thank you so much for taking time to do my silly request!! I’ll definitely be sliding in your request box some more 👹 I hope your wisdom teeth healing goes well!!
Hi!! The tumblr gods sent me to your page and- 😚🤌 *chef kiss*
I see that your requests are open soo I was wondering if I could get an hurt/comfort? So like here’s my idea, the reader and Leon are having an argument. Maybe about Ada, it doesn’t really matter. Leon says some pretty hurtful words making the reader lock themselves up in their bedroom. But later to come out and see that Leon fell asleep on the couch probably crying from the guilt from the whole argument. Reader wakes him up and he reaches to grab them and apologize. And everything is better from there!!
I’m sorry I realize that is a whole ass paragraph 😭 please remember that you don’t have to do this and to drink plenty of water!! You’re amazing ❤️
Oh! Welcome to my Tumblr, please enjoy your stay here <3. I would surely love to do this request! Sorry for taking so long I just had a wisdom tooth taken out 😭💕
I hope you like and Enjoy it! <3
Today... Wasn't the grestest day since your husband came home, knowing hes recovering from his wounds as you ptached them up. Pissed off and tired, staying up super late in China with Helena.
"Leon please sit down.. You're hurting.."
"Im fine buttercup.. You'll never understand this pain, I got to keep moving."
"Moving is just going to make shit worse for you, open up stitches and make the pain more indescribable.. So Scotty sit down please.."
He groaned, going back to sit on the couch while you got him a cup of hot cocoa you've made, to hopefully cheer him up it's even in his favorite mug you've gotten him, a navy blue with a custom pictyre of both of you when you were both younger.
"You dont need to baby me. Im fine seriously."
"I'm taking care of you, always enjoyed when I did.. You never-"
"Ada wouldn't fucking baby me, she'd treat me like a grown man.!"
Getting up from the couch as tears stung your eyes, looking away from him but at the wedding photo of you both engaged in 2009. It hurt you badly hearing her again, hoping you'd be better than that woman, who he fell for back in 1998, Raccoon City but she never really loved him as much as you did. Why bring Ada up.?
"I am your wife.. Ada is just a woman who fucking hurt you, if I'm that much of an issue then go marry her then, be fucking miserable Kennedy!"
Slamming the bedroom door shut as you laid in bed, hugging your pillow as you cried yourself to sleep, never fought at all in your life after this moment. Understanding he's in pain but why bring His Ex-fling up again. Leon was left sitting on the couch, hands in his hair as tears left his blue beads. He was misrable with himself, sleeping on the couch tonight since he fought with his own wife.
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You woke up after your crying mess, bed still cold from his missed prescence. Getting up from the bed to go take Ibuprofen for your crying headache. You seen Leon sleeping on the couch, clothes folded neatly on the table as he slept in his underwear, probably will change to sweatpants once he's welcomed in the bedroom.
Getting yourself the cold water and pills to get rid of the pain, taking the Ibuprofen as you sighed a bit, finishing the glass of water to put in the sink to wash later.
Leon was peacefully sleeping, dried tears were shown on his cheeks, moving his hair that covered his right eye over his ear. The movement woke him up slightly, seeing you in front of him, guilt hit him again from seeing you.
"Hey Leon.."
"Hi lovely.. I'm so sorry.."
Seeing him sit up as you crawled into his lap as you hugged him, he hugged you back feeling his stubble nuzzle against your neck as he relaxed more.
"I know you're in a lot of pain, hurting and suffering but don't ever bring her up. She's nothing but someone who makes you miserable, never cared for you as much as I do. We're married and happy."
"I know... I'm sorry.. It's hard to get used to you babying me again, I just want to be done with this mission bullshit.."
You kisses his head, looking upnat you as he kissed you lovingly, squeezing your form to keep you close to him.
"Come on.. Let's go cuddle in bed.. Forget about this.."
He got up and bridal carried you to your shared bed, laying with you as he cuddled close to you. Playing with his hair as he fell asleep, finally close to you, peace is his feeling as you were by his side.
"I love you so much.."
"I love you more Buttercup.."
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look at me
(ayato x reader)
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The head of the Yashiro Commission Kamisato Ayato always wore his well known soft smile on his face, never letting it waver in front of anyone under any circumstance. Today though felt extra long and draining for him. Full of the one thing he despises the most, ideal chit chat and unnecessary small talk not only that but the insolent people he had run-ins with today weren’t making it any better. Now, when Ayato arrived home early looking forward to finally spending time with you after what felt like forever just to come home and find out you’ve been taken as a hostage by an assassin that’s been targeting him he tries his absolute best not to lose it, he had to push down the utter fear he felt in his gut at the news alone trying his best to keep his composure but he was absolutely enraged.
You felt someone move your body and slightly stirred from your sleepy haze. Only when the movement became more forceful did your eyes completely shoot open at the feeling of being jolted. You blinked your eyes, trying to shake away the heavy feeling of your eyelids threatening to close again until you saw a familiar silhouette standing in front of you. You blink again and see none other than your husband, Kamisato Ayato standing in front of you, his blade drawn at you. You only stared back in shock, until you felt something sharp and cold cut through the side of your waist did you realize someone was standing behind you.
The searing burning from the shallow cut made you let out a strangled noise as the fabric that was over your mouth muffled any sounds that escaped your lips. You tried to squirm away but felt arms wrapped around you stopping you from doing so. You felt the blade they previously cut you with move away as they brought it up to your face for you to see your blood painted on the knife itself. Upon seeing the weapon up close did your mind register the situation. Ayato wasn’t pointing his blade at you, he was pointing it at the person behind you. Your mind was still in a haze but the more you struggled against the person behind you the more you were starting to panic.
In a blink of an eye, you felt your body drop to the floor, your captors arms that were wrapped around you no where near your body. You look back up to where Ayato was standing only to find he wasn’t there anymore. You were about to turn around until you heard a piercing scream come from behind you, you felt your body freeze. You didn’t dare turn around as the shuffling behind you died down. You saw a pool of blood forming by your leg where your captor was previously standing and you held your breath. You knew what happened to the captor and couldn’t bring yourself to look at the scene. You heard Thoma and the trusted members from the Shuumatsuban around you. But you couldn’t move, your body felt too heavy to do so.
Thoma slowly approached Ayato who was standing over your captors now lifeless body. Thoma could see the way Ayato stared at his blade that was covered in blood or your captor in disgust. This was nothing Thoma hadn't seen before, but you’ve never seen this side of Ayato. You’ve heard about how ruthless Ayato is to those that dare try to touch him or his loved ones. Seeing him in this state brought no fear to you, insead your heart ached at how Ayato seemed so used to this kind of thing, how people are constantly trying to hurt him and he doesn’t even look the least bit frightened. You felt helpless, you caused him to do such a thing because you weren’t more careful. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him or anyone. You felt their presence next to you but your mind was still in a haze still trying to figure out what just happened. You heard Ayato mumble to Thoma to clean up the aftermath as he handed Thoma his katana then took off his blood stained gloves.
Ayato reached into his pocket to pull out his handkerchief and kneeled down to wipe blood that managed to get on your leg. He then gently untied the restrains around your arms and pulled you close to him, picking you up with ease in the process. Not saying a word, he simply held you close and made his way home with you in his arms. He was trying his absolute best to remain calm, but as you look up at him from his arms you can tell by the uncomfortable clench of his jaw just how utterly upset he was.
Upon arrival at the Kamisato Estate, Ayato excused everyone from their duties for the day. Making a beeline from the entrance of the house to your shared bedroom.
He gently put you down to retrieve the first aid kit to bandage you up himself, not wanting to leave you in anyone else’s care at the moment. He feels the slight shake of his hands and takes a deep breath, he feels like he’s about to crack, he’s mad at himself for not catching on to the assassins schemes before like he usually does, and he can’t help but feel upset at you for not defending yourself better and allowing yourself to get captured so easily. He knows it’s not your fault but seeing you in such a situation was something he never wished to see again, ever again. He made his way out of the restroom and you looked up at him, your features remained neutral despite what you went though despite all the black and blue bruises that were forming on your skin, you haven’t even said anything, haven't even cried or complained about your injuries. Just thinking of it made Ayato’s grip on the first aid kit tighten.
“Ayato.” You whipser, voice not able to go any higher at the moment. You wanted him to look at you, he’s been avoiding your gaze the whole time.
“How?” He lets out a breath, unaware that he was even holding his breath in the first place. “How’d they get you so easily?” His gaze stood on the first aid kit in his hands.
“I believed what they told me, I didn’t think they were-“
“You believed them? Do you believe everyone upon first meeting them? Is that the smart thing to do now?” He cut you off before you finished your explanation. His frustration was getting the best of him, he knew it wasn’t your fault but he couldn’t help it he’s been holding back and keeping his poise for far too long, he was about to blow.
“No I- they told me you were ambushed on your mission today, that you got hurt and that they’d take me to you. I didn't see their hidden intentions, I didn’t mean to follow them blindly, I was just worried.” You explain, Ayato couldn’t bring himself to look at you, it hurt him too much.
“You know that if such an occurrence were to arise Thoma or my men from the Shuumatsuban would inform you right away, not anyone else, yet you still believed someone you’ve never met before?” He shook his head, hand pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Ayato.” You call out his name again, you can tell he was angry but you know it’s out of worry. You reach out to him, lightly grabbing his sleeve and tugging it to get him to look at you.
“Do you have any idea how much you’ve put me through?” He asks, coming out harsher than he intended to.
“I didn’t mean to-“
“Now do you know how much of a fuss this will cause now? Are you even aware of your actions? How careless can you truly be?” He spat out, pulling his sleeve out of your grasp, not knowing what he was saying anymore, he knew he shouldn’t take his anger out on you but he couldn’t help it today was dreadful as it was and you being kidnapped was enough to finally make him snap.
Your eyebrows furrowed at his words as you brought your hand back to your chest. “Im sorry.” You say, looking down feeling bad for causing more trouble and putting more on his plate.
“Ah sorry. Sorry won’t make this mess go away now, if only you were less trusting in everyone you meet, this whole thing could’ve been avaoided if you actually thought about the outcome.” Ayato’s voice slowly got louder as he started to pace.
“Listen Ayato, I’m sorry it’s not like I knew this was going to happen. I didn’t ask for this ok! I already said I’m sorry.” You speak up, confused as to why he’s this mad at something you had absolutely no control over. The moment the assassin told you Ayato was hurt that’s all you could think about, nothing else but getting to him.
“Just look at you!” He suddenly turned around, grabbing your arm and pulling it up to your face for you to examine. “Look at what happened because of how trusting you are.” He exhaled, letting go of your arm suddenly letting it fall back into your lap. You slightly wince feeling the tender bruises starting to form from being bound to tight.
“Not only that, but I’ll have to issue better security because of such an incident.” Ayato's head fell into his hands, his mind was telling him to stop, that he’s said enough already. His anger was causing him to forget the most important part, that you’re ok, that you’re here with him right now.
“Ayato please look at me, I’m sorry.” Your voice came out small, you understand he was mad, he was stressed and this made it worse but you were scared though you weren’t showing it you were very much shaken from the whole situation.
“The unnecessary rumors that are to arise, the distrust people will have in me for not being able to take care of you properly. The way Ayaka could’ve easily been a hostage too! Did you ever stop to consider the outcome? I just can’t believe you didn’t think of how this could’ve affected not only me but everyon-“
“Ayato! Listen I didn’t know ok! I already apologized what more do you what to hear? I don’t want to put more on your plate, you have more than enough to shoulder on your own and I get what I did was stupid of me but you have to understand I was worried.” You cut him off, having enough of all this blaming you understood him the first time but he was just rubbing it in now.
“No, stupidity doesn’t amount to what you let happen today, it truly is disappointing to be married to someone who lacks the simplest knowledge to not trust someone you’ve never met.” He sighed, not registering the words that had just come out of his mouth.
You felt your eyes begin to burn, he was just rubbing it in now. You understand where he’s coming from but he took it too far. His back was still facing you not seeing how the words he just spoke affected you.
You let out a defeated breath, bringing your arms to wrap around yourself, fixing your clothes that were torn and feeling blood run down your side from the wound you got earlier making you slightly wince. “You know what, if me coming out of this alive is causing you this much distress than maybe you shouldn’t have even saved me in the first place.” You couldn’t stop the words from escaping your lips as you felt hot tears roll down your cheeks. Ayato’s head shot up from his hands and he never turned around faster in his life.
He almost didn’t hear it, you said it so quietly but he heard it alright. He saw your small frame hugging yourself, you were trying to comfort yourself as he made no effort to do such a thing when he should’ve done that in the first place before lecturing you about your actions. Ayato so desperately wished he shut up the first time he told himself to.
You felt so bad for saying that aloud, you took it too far yourself. He just wanted you to know that and you said something insensitive.
You stood up and tried your absolute best not to make a sound as you felt more blood run down your side, you needed to bandage yourself up but you knew ayato didn’t want to see you at the moment.
“I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you.” You walk up to him to grab the first aid kit out of his hands. “I’ll go in the other room and bandage up.” You try pulling the kit out of his hands but his own gently wrap around your torso as he leans down to rest his head on your shoulder.
“You're not leaving my sight,” He whispered out, his hands pulling you closer ever so gently to not cause you any pain. “I’m sorry too love, I took my anger out on you and that was unacceptable, but don’t you ever think that I would’ve left you there. I would never do such a thing to you as you are too important to me and I wouldn’t know what I’d do god I wouldn’t know what I’d do if I have lost you.” He lifted his head up, resting his forehead in yours he saw tears run down your face and he immediately wiped them away.
“I’m sorry ayato, I-I should’ve known better I shouldn’t have said that I’m so sorry!” You hiccup, feeling everything hit you at once, the bruises, the deep shallow cut on your side. You were scared, terrified you wanted nothing more than to be held by Ayato as he was the only one who knew how to calm you down best.
“No love it is I who owes you the apology, no need to apologize you must’ve been scared but you were brave through it all, You were strong in your own ways but now I’m here, I’m here and I promise no one will ever take you away from me again no matter what my love.” Ayato spoke low, his own eyes burning with tears that threatened to spill out as he spoke to you. His heart ached, upon hearing you were taken he couldn’t help but let his mind think the worst, he didn’t mean to be so harsh he just wants you to take better care of yourself, be more cautious is all.
Kamisato Ayato is someone who doesn’t let his emotions waver in front of anyone, anyone but you as you are the only one who gets to see sides of him when he is truly himself when he can be carefree and not have to put up a front for others. He shows you every side of him and you’ve come to love everything about him every last bit even the parts that he despises you love. Ayato kisses your forehead, pulling back and sitting you down so he can properly tend your wounds. As his fingers gently patch up the shallow cut on your waist he had to stop the tremble of his hands, he swore then and there that if anyone were to ever dare try hurt his precious loved ones again, try to hurt you again, he wouldn’t hold back like he did today no, he’d show the ones who dare try and hurt you the scariest side of him and it’ll be that last thing they would remember before he ended them and their pitiful lives.
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authors note: hello hello bagel here! I hope you guys are staying safe and well! this is my first time writing for ayato ahh omg I re wrote this so many times but it’s an angsty one hehe I love angst sm feeds my soul lol, I do hope you guys enjoy <33
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Such a Tease
Poly!Harringrove x gn Reader
Billy loves teasing you and Steve, but you two quickly find that he has his own weaknesses.
an// So I've never really done anything for these two, but I thought it would be fun. Not sure if y'all will like it, but I hope you do!
tg// Light/Implied smut
"It's okay to admit when you're wrong, sweetheart."
"But I'm not!" You protested, hands on Billy's biceps as he held you close to his chest. He gave you that signature grin, sharp blue eyes studying your blushing cheeks.
"Yeah you are, peaches." His hand rose to tip up your chin, holding your gaze. "It's alright. We can't all be pretty and smart."
"Alright, that's just mean, Billy." Steve walked into the bedroom, coming to your rescue. He shooed Billy away, dodging his kiss, and taking you in his arms with a pout. "You know that Y/N is smarter than both of us put together, right?"
Billy gave you a rare, apologetic smile. "'M sorry, baby. You know I didn't mean it."
You gave him a quick nod, letting him put a kiss on your cheek. "I'm still right, though."
"The hell you are." He shot you a wink and a smirk, going back to his weights set and curling the bar.
Steve, with his arms still securely around you, led you to the bed and cuddled with you against the headboard. "I leave for five minutes and you two are already trying to kill eachother. Again."
"He was teasing me!"
"That's kind of his thing."
"He said that you liked him more than you liked me, Stevie." You both knew that the conjecture was innocent, just a teasing joke that Billy would never honestly mean. The three of you had worked hard on your relationship, making sure that each of you felt equally loved.
Still, Steve's brows knitted together. "How could he? That monster. We should tell Max, she'll really get him for that one-"
Billy threw a discarded shirt at the both of you, sending you two into a fit of playful screams. Steve shrieked, "Billy, that shirt has been on the floor since 1876, it's disgusting!"
"Oh god, think of the sweat! The germs! Save me, Stevie!" You laughed.
The two of you giggled while Billy went back to his workout. "You two are dumb. Don't make me come over there."
"Stop teasing us!"
"Stop being so easy to tease," he jeered over his shoulder. You and Steve exanged a look, your boyfriend's brow raising with a smirk. "Fine," he called back. He turned up the volume of the radio before he leaned close to your ear, whispering out his plan.
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For the next two weeks, you and Steve Harrington were as close as a couple could be- only, Billy Hargrove seemed to get more and more ticked off by the day.
For two weeks, the both of you had been ignoring him in subtle but irrefutable ways. You would exange loud jokes in the halls, and would only stop telling them when Billy came by. Steve would give you an onslaught of kisses when you visited him at work, but only give Billy a quick peck on the cheek. Stubborn as he was, he attempted to brush it off for a long time. But now that you were both hulled up in his room with no where to run, he finally confronted you two.
"Alright, this was fun for a while, but now I'm pissed off." He stood, arms crossed with a fresh cigarette between his lips. You and Steve were again cuddling on his bed.
"What's wrong, pumpkin?" You asked innocently, playing with Steve hair as he pressed his face into your neck.
Billy vaguely motioned his hands with frustration. "This. You. Whatever the hell you two are doing."
"Aw, Y/N. I think Billy's upset that we're ignoring him. Think he misses the attention."
You feigned distress, giving a little pout. "Oh, but we didn't mean to, Stevie, did we?"
He shook his head, pink lips smiling wide. "Of course not."
Billy gave you two a dumbfounded look, clearly unamused. He came a little closer. "What, do I need to apologize? Beg on my knees?"
Your eyes brightened. "Would you?"
Steve perked up. "If we asked?"
Billy's eyes softened a little, shoulders still tense but his face looking more sheepish than angry. "No."
Steve sat up. "Don't lie."
"Fuck." Billy rubbed the back of his neck, letting Steve lean forward and take the cigarette from between his lips. He gave you a look. "Is that what it's gonna take for you two to stop being assholes?" His voice was noticeably weaker.
Both of you nodded as he sighed and grumbled. "This is-"
"On your knees, Bill." Steve grinned. Billy rolled his eyes, doing as he was told with annoyance.
" 'm sorry for... teasing you all the time. I was just messing around. Didn't mean none of it." He looked up at you, and from this angle, his eyes seemed wide and wanting.
Steve threw his arm around your middle, whispering into your ear as if to consult you. "What do you think, Y/N? Should we forgive him?"
With Steve so close to you and Billy's desperation just beginning to break though, you decided to have mercy on him for the sake of a good time. After he was settled between the two of you, he let a deep sigh escape his body. His eyes closed for just a moment.
Steve put a hand underneath his chin. "Did our handsome boyfriend really miss us that much?"
"Yeah, pretty boy, I did."
He grabbed both of you and hugged you close. You played with his curls while Steve rubbed out his muscles. "It's okay, Billy. We were starting to miss you too."
He hummed, letting the two of you take off his layers and lay apologetic kisses along his body. All the while, you and Steve tossed around playful teases while Billy's breath only began to get deeper and rushed.
"Our boyfriend is so pretty, Stevie, don't you think?"
"Mmm, yeah. But he's got not brains under there, you know? Just those big muscles."
"We should fuck him silly, till he can't focus on anything anymore. Till he begs us to slow down."
"Watch your language, Y/N, he's just a baby."
You two laughed as Billy only blinked up at you. As Steve went to leave little bites along his large thighs, you cupped Billy's cheek. "You like that, don't you? When we poke a little fun at you."
"You two are going to kill me."
You kissed the tip of his nose. "You love us."
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Hey!! Would you do a sub!billy hargrove/dom!reader smut? Thank u <3
Boy Next Door (NSFW)
S3 spoilers in my author’s note, and vague reference to how S2 ends!!
Summary: You’ve lived in the trailer park nearly your entire life, long enough to know that nothing in Hawkins was ever normal. So when the new king of the school starts dropping by your trailer at ungodly hours, you don’t even blink - why would you? Weirder shit’s happened here, and you’re certainly not complaining either, not when the king decides to get on his knees for you.
Warnings: swearing, smut, dom!reader, reader has an undefined hole, p in said undefined hole, sub!billy, oral (reader receiving), frottage(?), edging, praise, little bits of degradation (reader calls billy “slut” and talks condescendingly at some points), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it kids!!), a lil bit of a breeding kink, billy likes when reader pulls on his hair <3
Let me know if you think I missed anything!!
All characters are over 18 :)
Oh my god anon I didn’t know I needed sub!billy until you sent this in and now I’m scouring the website for more… I’m a whore for subby men, what can I say 🤷 He’s a little ooc but I firmly believe that billy is secretly a soft with people he trusts - sure, he’s mean to max, but I think that’s because he doesn’t want her involved in his life of alcohol and flirting - and I’ll die on that hill. This is set between S2 and S3, but in my universe billy doesn’t die during S3 anyways because I’m the author and I said so >:O Anyways, I had so much fun writing this, thank you for the request!! It takes like 1000 words to get to the smut, I’m so sorry ;-; But the smut is like 2000 some words, so hopefully that makes up for it ahaha I went batshit
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You’ve lived in this dinghy trailer park in the middle of nowhere, Indiana, your entire conscious life. When your parents were really drunk (which, in all honesty, was far more often than you were willing to admit) they would talk about their “golden days”: when your parents were something other than full-time alcoholics, living in the suburbs of Cleveland in a nice neighbourhood. You were told you were born there, in that nice suburb house near the coast of one of the great lakes, but you’ve never had the nerve to ask what happened that landed them here, in Hawkins.
But Ohio was none of your concern now. There were supernatural beings practically on your doorstep and the only people that seemed to care were the children that your friend Steve seemingly adopted, which would make for a good movie. But the fact that a ragtag bunch of kids were the ones saving your very real world left a nauseating pit in your stomach. Sure, the angry buzz cut kid who they called “Eleven” put an end to the last thing that came after Hawkins, but something tells you this was just the beginning. No matter. At the moment, you had bigger things to worry about. Like the fact that there’s a soft knocking on your door, despite the little analog clock reading a blinking “2:34am”.
Peering through the peephole, a clearly drunk Billy Hargrove stood, wobbling slightly. You’d seen him around school - it’s hard not to when he drives a flashy car and insists on poking at Steve - but certainly hadn’t spoken to him before. Opening the door slightly, you make eye contact with the man in question.
“Hi,” you say, tentatively. “Can I help you?”
“l/n!!” he slurs, eyes lighting up. “What’re y’doin in my trailer?”
You frown at him. “This is where I live, dipshit. Your trailer is more than a few down.”
“Mmm, I don’t think so,” he said, nudging at you. “Lemme in, will ya?”
You stood firm, skeptical. “Why should I?”
“Because,” he drawls. “You’re pretty, I’m pretty, we should do pretty people stuff together.”
You snort, but move to the side. You didn’t know what his home life was like, but, nevertheless, sending him away in the middle of the night, piss drunk, was dumb. If he had gotten hurt on the way back to his trailer because you had sent him away you would never forgive yourself. Sure, he seemed like a pretentious douchebag, but even pretentious douchebags deserve a chance. Besides, the ‘rents were out, which meant there wouldn’t be any “did you use protection?” or “you aren’t pregnant, are you?” questions the following morning.
“l/n,” Billy whined out, making you turn in time to see him flop onto your couch. “Why aren’t we doin’ pretty people stuff yet?”
You shut and lock the door, plopping yourself down on the floor in front of the couch in an attempt to set an unspoken boundary. “Because you’re drunk. You’re welcome to come over here sober some time and try this whole song and dance then, but I believe in full consent when doin’ that tango. You’re inebriated, so no ‘pretty people stuff’ for you tonight.”
He whined dramatically. “But that’s half the fun of getting drunk!!”
“God, you’re really drunk,” you say, wrinkling your nose at the smell. “We can talk if you want, but you’re not getting any tonight, lover boy.”
“Ooooh, you wanna hear about the crazy shit that Tina did at the party today??”
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This became a recurring event. Billy would go out and party, then come over, drunk out of his mind and strangely soft. You had learned a lot about him - about Max (who he seemed to truly care about, despite how he acted when sober), about his dickhead father, about his mother, about why he drowned himself in people and alcohol all the time. You weren’t sure why he chose to keep dropping by, but you weren’t too perturbed. In any other situation, you might even consider him your friend. But, you remind yourself, he’s always drunk or high or some combination of the two. You don’t make friends when you’re drunk. And you certainly don’t fall for them, either.
A knock resonated at your door and you froze, staring at the clock. It was 3:24pm on a Saturday afternoon, unless Steve had decided to give you a surprise visit there should be no one at the door.
“l/n! Open the goddamn door,” a voice rang out, one that you recognized immediately. “I don’t have all goddamn day!”
You stumble to the door, opening it embarrassingly quickly. “Hi???”
“Hey,” he said, shoving his way past you.
“Wait wait wait,” you said, spinning around to him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What I normally do, dickbag,” Billy said, refusing to make eye contact. “We gonna talk or what?”
You close the door gently, clicking the lock almost tentatively. “You’re sober.”
A flash of hurt crossed his face, but he quickly covered it up. “Am I not allowed to be?”
“That - that’s not what I’m saying!” you exclaimed, exasperated. “I just - I kinda figured you didn’t want to talk to me, normally. I’m not exactly your usual crowd.”
He groaned, running a hand over his face. “Look - how do I say this? I… don’t think you’re that shitty, or whatever. Sure, Tina’s a hot piece of ass, but if I tried to actually, I don’t fucking know, talk to her, she’d just laugh and tell me to ‘shut up’ or somethin’.”
“I don’t think you’re that shitty, either,” you say, slowly. “Is that all you wanted to talk about…? We could’ve done this on the porch.”
“It’s a trailer, there’s no goddamn porch,” he deadpans, rolling his eyes but still not making eye contact with you.
“You’re dodging,” you say, walking over to him and crowding him a bit. “What’s up, buttercup?”
“I don’t want to go back home,” he said bluntly, still dodging your prying eyes. “Deadbeat dad is on a rampage again. Dropped Max off at the arcade and found myself here.”
You blink up at him and back up a bit, feeling awful for prying. “Shit man - sorry I pushed you. You’re welcome here whenever you want to escape your place, sober or not. Or if you just want to come over. You can bring Max, too, she seems nice!! My ‘rents are never around, like ever, and even when they are they’re drunk and hiding in their room, and there’s a key under the doormat in the back if you need an escape and I’m not here - though I’d be careful about my parents, they get pretty drunk sometimes too, it’s not pretty. That’s not the point though! Point is, you’re always welcome, I’m sorry for prying-”
He pushed you to the couch, a small smile on his face, and were his eyes a little teary?? “Shut up, loser. I got it, I’m welcome to be here. Not shocked, though, people love me, of course you’d want me around.”
You roll your eyes at his smirk, trying to tug him down to the couch. However, you hadn’t anticipated him resisting, and your knee jerk reaction was to just yank. He stumbled and landed on top of you, knees straddling your legs. He blinks at you, owlishly, face flushed and pupils beginning to dilate.
You grin up at him, jokingly winking. “Just where I wanted you, baby.”
“Can I- can I take you up on your previous offer?” he said, voice lacking its usual bravado and confidence.
“Previous offer as in…?”
“Sex,” he said, straightforward. “You said if I was sober we could fuck.”
“What eloquence, Mr. Hargrove,” you said. “And I believe we referred to it as ‘pretty people stuff.’”
“That’s a yes, yeah?” he said, hands resting on the couch on either side of your head.
“Aw, look at you, asking for consent,” you said, grinning up at him deviously. “Mmm…maybe if you beg me.”
He looked at you, incredulous. “If you think I’ll ever beg for something, you’ve got something coming-”
You cut him off, pulling him down into a harsh kiss. He groaned into the kiss, grinding down into your clothed sex. When he pulls away, he smirks down at you, cocky.
“You’re going to be the one begging for me, babe,” he said, head tilting. “So how ‘bout we hear it, hm?”
Well that wouldn’t do. Using all your strength, you flip your positions, grinding down on him once you’ve settled above him.
“If we’re doing this, baby boy,” you said, sultry. “We’re doing this my way, got it?”
You could see the struggle in his eyes, and began to grind down on him lightly.
“Come on, sweet thing,” you murmured against his lips, rolling your hips in a way that had his eyes rolling back. “You can be good for me, can’t you?”
“Mm- yeah, yes, I can be good for you,” he groaned. “Now get on with it, will you?”
You frown at him, faux pouting. “Thought you were gonna be good. But that’s fine, we can play that game, I don’t mind.”
He opened his mouth to object but was cut off when your grinding turned harsh and fast, his words turning into a breathy moan. He slapped a hand over his mouth but you weren’t having it.
“Listen here, Hargrove,” you growled. “You’re going to let me hear those pretty little sounds or you’re not going to come. Understand?”
“No way in hell-”
You reach a hand down to his straining cock and squeeze, hard, revelling in the way his head rolls back and his hips jerk up into your hand. His mouth opens and closes uselessly, and you lean your weight onto your knees so you can shove your fingers that aren’t cradling his cock right down his throat. He gags, eyes glazed and unfocused.
“God, look at you,” you groan, voice strained. “Made for this, made for me to use, huh?”
He tries to respond but all that comes out are choked moans, drool dribbling down his chin as he gags on your fingers. You other hand kickstarts, rubbing him not-so-nicely through his pants. He looked gorgeous like this: choking on your fingers, eyes unfocused, hips bucking uncontrollably into your harsh touches. God, you just want to drown yourself in the feeling of the power you had over this man, this man who insisted on so much control in his everyday life. But here he was, on your couch, gagging on your fingers like he never wanted anything else.
His bucking gets more erratic and his breaths get shorter, signalling an incoming orgasm. You paw at his cock a little harder, removing your fingers from down his throat so you could hear him when you tear his orgasm away from him.
“You wanna cum, baby?” you coo, letting your hips take over for your hand and grinding down on his clothed erection. “Wanna cum for me?”
“Yeah - gonna cum, gonna cum, let me cum-”
“No.”
His hips jolt upwards as you lift yourself from his lap, chasing after your heat. You smirk sadistically at him, chuckling at the glare he gives you in exchange for your denial.
“What the fuck?!” he yells, hands clenching at his sides (but not moving to change his predicament, you noted). “I was so fucking close, why would you-”
You put a finger on his lips, shushing him. “You were a brat earlier, so I’m treating you like one. Maybe if you get me off I will consider letting you come.”
“Yeah?” he said, still panting from his lost orgasm. “Yeah, I can fuckin’ do that.”
“Good,” you say, getting up. “Get on your knees in front of the couch.”
He snorted at first, but his face contorted when he realised you were serious. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? You’re not going to get me on my knees, sweetheart.”
“Then you’re not going to cum,” you said matter-of-factly. “Eat me out on your knees like the little slut you are or you don’t get to cum.”
His nose scrunched up angrily but he moved to get down in front of the couch. “There. That make your sick little heart happy?”
“Maybe if you weren’t such a mouthy brat we wouldn’t be here in the first place,” you said, discarding your pants and undergarments god knows where. “Don’t touch without permission, m’kay?”
He growled but kept his hands obediently at his side. In spite of all his back talk, Billy didn’t ever make a move to take control. He wants this, you realise, but he doesn’t want to admit it.
“How cute,” you coo, pinching his cheek as you settle yourself in front of him. “Now eat me out - no hands though, baby. Just put your pretty little mouth to better use for me, mhm?”
He begrudgingly folds his hands behind his back and buries himself in your hole. Your head rolls back, a low groan escaping your mouth. If he wasn’t drowning himself in you he might see your composure slipping, but he seemed just as out of it as you. Hips jerking up into nothing, hands clasped behind his back, face red and teary, Billy looked like so fucking good that you felt yourself clenching around his tongue, rolling your hips into his lapping.
“God… so good with that tongue, baby, shit - keep doing that, y-yeah, just like that,” you blabber out, a hand flying to grip at his hair. You give an experimental tug and grin when he moans, breathy and high.
“Y-yeah? You want me to tug on your - ngh - hair? Shove you deeper into me?” you say, chuckling lowly when he nods into you. “Your wish is my command, sweet thing.”
You could feel your orgasm drawing nearer as Billy’s talented tongue ruined your insides. His movements were precise, even without the use of his hands, and when he nicked your sweet spot you came, clamping your thighs around his head as you tugged harshly on his hair.
Panting, you try to regain enough composure to address Billy. “God, sweetheart, your so fucking good with your tongue.”
“Yeah?” he said, tone cocky despite the straining bulge in his jeans. “You gonna let me use you now? I know you want it darlin’, you can’t keep pretending to have contr - mph!”
You yanked him up in a kiss, effectively shutting him up. Your legs were a little shaky from your previous orgasm but you were stubborn: there’s no way in hell after all this you would give Billy the satisfaction of fucking into you.
“Get on the goddamn couch,” you said, panting as you pulled away. “I’m going to ride you until all you can think of is me.”
“Fuck, pretty thing,” he groans, dropping onto the couch. “You better hold true to that or I might have to take over.”
“If you think you have a say in how this goes you’re dead wrong,” you said, straddling his hips. “You don’t cum until I say, got it baby?”
“Easy peasy,” he said, ever the fucking brat. “Think you can hold it sweets? Because I can guarantee that you’ll be creaming around my cock in no time.”
“Mhm,” you murmur, unimpressed as you help him wiggle out of his jeans and underwear. “Whatever you need to help you sleep at night.”
“You scared you can’t take it - shit!” he moans, cock twitching as you sink down on him in one slide. “Fuck, you gotta give a man a warning-”
You don’t. Bouncing up and down on his cock at a harsh pace, your trailer is filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. You’re sure the neighbours can tell what you two are doing - hell, the whole trailer park probably knew - but you didn’t have the heart to care. His cock stretched you wide, so goddamn girthy that every bounce had white bouncing at the edge of your vision.
Billy wasn’t much better. He had a death grip on your hips, finger-shaped bruises already forming. Tongue sticking out, eye half-lidded and staring up at you reverently, Billy was a fucked out mess already and you’d just started.
“Mmngh, feelin’ good, pretty boy? God… just look at you, takin’ - ungh - t-takin’ it so goddamn well, shit,” you said, still slamming yourself down on his cock like your life depended on it.
“Mmm, fuck, please, please please please-”
You couldn’t even tell what he was begging for anymore. “What do you - ngh - what do you need, babe - fuck, just like that pretty thing - huh? Got to be specific, darlin’ - god…”
“Cum,” he moans out, eyes shut tightly as he bucks into you. “Need t’ fuckin’ cum!”
You clench around him as he bucks, eyes rolling back a bit. “Ngh, yeah? You wanna cum? Wanna fill my pretty little hole - ahn, do that again, jesus - fill my pretty little hole with your cum?”
“Yeah, shit. Gonna let me?”
“Mhmm, I don’t know…” you said, pretending to ponder like you weren’t desperate to feel him fill you up. “Have you been - jesus fucking christ - have you been good?”
“‘ve been good!!” he wails, eyes teary as he stares up at you. “Been so good, such a good boy, please let me cum, please, jus’ wanna be you good boy, please please please!”
Your eyes roll back. Fuck, you hadn’t expected him to beg in return. Slowing down a bit, your bounces send him slow and deep, causing you to clench. His eyes cross and his grip on the couch turns his knuckles white, trying so goddamn hard to hold himself back.
“You can cum,” you groan, his cock rutting against your sweet spot just right. “You can cum, baby, cum with me, want you to cum with me-”
Your vision goes white and you clench, gripping his cock harshly. He near screams, fucking himself up into you as he came. You both melt into each other, a panting, post-orgasm mess tangled on the couch. When your brain was finally back online, you winch, gently sliding his softened cock out of you.
“Fuck, really did a number on me,” Billy murmured, ragdolled on the couch looking like he never wanted to move. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Fuck off, Hargrove,” you say, trying your best to walk (or waddle, rather) your way to the kitchen to start cleaning off.
“You love me and you know it!”
You roll your eyes, grabbing a washcloth and dampening it. God, he was such a doofus. You couldn’t believe that the rest of the school considered him the king, but maybe your friendship was something special. You sure hoped so - you were certain he wasn’t just submitting himself to anyone, after all.
“Where the fuck did you go, dickhead? The great Billy Hargrove demands cuddles!”
God, he was such a dork sometimes. You snort, but make your way back to the living room, water bottle and damp washcloth in hand.
“Have patience, great Billy,” you said, handing him the water bottle before gently cleaning him up. “Great things come for those who wait.”
“Oh shut up,” he said, melting into your touch. “I didn’t come here for you to philosophise.”
“Course, course,” you say, jokingly. “Okay, all done. Let’s pick up all our shit and go to my room, yeah? Really don’t want my parents to come home and find us naked in the living room.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re boring,” he jokes, wobbly as he stands to help you grab your discarded clothes. “Half the fun is getting caught.”
“Perv,” you shot back.
“Says the one who rode me on their parents' couch.”
“Ew!! Don’t fucking say that, I don’t want to think about my parents in the afterglow!”
“You’re the one who brought them up!”
“Yeah, because I don’t want them involved in my post-orgasmic haze!!” you say, exasperated. “Cmon, this way.”
Dumping your clothes unceremoniously on the floor, you lock the door and drag Billy towards your bed. Wordlessly, the two of you melt into each other. You’d worry about sneaking him out under your parents’ radar later - right now, you had much more pressing concerns.
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Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “shout” (or “shouted” or “shouting”) in your writing? Try using these words instead:
yell / yelled / yelling
scream / screamed / screaming
shriek / shrieked / shrieking
bellow / bellowed / bellowing
holler / hollered / hollering
cheer / cheered / cheering
bark / barked / barking
squeal / squealed / squealing
howl / howled / howling
roar / roared / roaring
hoot / hooted / hooting
call / called / calling
squawk / squawked / squawking
screech / screeched / screeching
exclaim / exclaimed / exclaiming
whoop / whooped / whooping
boom / boomed / booming
whoop / whooped / whooping
erupt / erupted / erupting
cry out / cried out / crying out
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(Note: After three months of not writing I summed up a short almost 700 word story about Rengoku and if he survived the mugen train)
You wish you could’ve stopped your lover from leaving when he walked out that door. You wish you could’ve convinced well enough for him to stay. But he managed to slip through your fingers and now he’s lying in a bed covered with bandages.
The scene was heartbreaking to look at. Your normally cheerful Rengoku was laying in a bed half dead and barely breathing. And here you were sitting in the chair next to his bed with his hands in yours. Who knows how long you’ve been sitting there waiting for him to wake up. A yawn leaves your lips as your eyes flutter to the clock hanging on the wall. ‘1:30’ it showed, another yawn leaves your lips as you look back at rengoku. ‘His face looks so peaceful’, you noted. You place your hand on his cheek and use your thumb to stroke his cheekbone.
“Please wake up soon.” you whisper before starting to feel your eyes tear up, “And I’m sorry for not stopping you. I know im a selfish person, but when it comes to your safety. I just can’t help it.” A sad sigh leaves your lips as you stand up from your spot, “I’m going to grab some water. I’ll be right back.” You press a quick kiss against his forehead and leave the room.
After grabbing your water you walk back into the room. You set your glass on the dresser and made your way over to the window and opened the curtain to gaze out in the night sky. You watch the trees sway as the wind blow making you gasp as you felt the breeze hit your bare skin.
“What a lovely view I have” a voice cracks out behind you. You whip your head back to see that Rengoku was up. His hand was pressed against his stomach as a soft grunt escapes his lips as he tries to push himself up. You quickly rush over to him while telling him not to move. “How long have I’ve been out,” he asks.
“For a few weeks,”
His jaw drops as his eyes widen, “For a few weeks?” he repeated, and you nod. “I could’ve been training for those weeks!”
“No, you shouldn’t have been. You almost died Kyojuro, your body needs a rest.”
Rengoku stays silent as his fist clench, “If I were stronger then I could’ve killed the demon.”
“Kyojuro-”
“I’ll become stronger I promise.” He interrupts.
“Kyojuro!” You call while grabbing onto his hands. “You’re already very strong, and we’ll deal with the demon while you rest. Right now, I want you to lay in this bed until every single bone in your body is healed.”
“But-”
“No buts Kyojuro!” You interrupt. A sigh leaves your lips as your eyes soften. You start to feel your tears return, “I’m just so happy that you’re okay. Do you know how scared I’ve been not knowing if you were going to wake up or not?” Rengoku frowns as he sees your tears fall from your eyes. He always hated seeing you cry especially if it’s because of him. He slowly extends his hand over to wipe the tears away.
“My love, I’m sorry that I put you through that. I never wanted this to happen especially if I know this was how it’s going to affect you.”
“No, don’t you dare apologize. None of this was your fault so don’t make it seem like it was Now, let’s worry about your over-due payment.”
“My over-due payment?” Rengoku tries to think about the things he missed but nothing comes to mind, “Dear, I think I paid for everything.”
You huff and scoot your chair closer to his bed, “Our cuddles? I mean it won’t be our normal cuddles but it’ll count.”
Rengoku laughs before laying a hand on your head, “This bed is plenty big to fit you.”
“But what about your injury?”
Your lover gently tugs at your hands trying to pull you up to him, “I’ll be okay, for now, let’s just cuddle.”
And who are you to say no to Kyojuros cuddles?
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Reblogging so I can come back to this
Promise me 2 - Fushiguro Megumi
Part One // Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist
Synopsis: After befriending Itadori Yuji, you’re suddenly thrust into an unknown world while your past catches up with you. Where will you go from here?
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*Yuji’s point of view*
“Ichiji, look!” Itadori pulled at the older man’s sleeve like an overly excited child wanting to show their dad the sandcastle they had just built or the birds feeding on the strewn seeds outside their window. In this case, though, it wasn’t anything that happy. On the contrary… Every day since he joined the jujutsu world, happy memories grew more and more scarce. Although, that made all the positive moments so much more precious and valuable. “It looks like one of the curses we used for Junpei.” There was a sharp pain in his chest at the mentions of his name, but he tried to push it aside.
Ichiji pushed his glasses up his nose, following the boy’s gaze. And sure enough, a Flyhead was right in their midst, though, it wasn’t much reason for concern. “We’re already behind schedule, Yuji. I’m supposed to drop you off at the location Gojo-sensei sent me as soon as possible and you already made me stop here for coffee! Aren’t you excited to see your friends again?”
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THEY FINALLY SHOWED SHIN’S FACE OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG. 😭
And can we appreciate how cute baby Kyō is? Sir, pls, your babies, I want them too. 😫
Also, is it just me or does the ED slap harder than the OP???
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❤️🔥 “set your heart ablaze” ❤️🔥
✨❤️🔥🍜Welcome to the Rengoku Kyōjurō food appreciation episode🍜❤️🔥✨
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Sano Manjiro x Reader
I have another short story for you :)
Warnings: Spelling errors, grammar mistakes
Reader has no pronouns :)
A loud knocking had interrupted your slumber.
You let out a groan as your rise up to your feet. Your hand reaches for the closes blanket next to you before wrapping yourself up in it. ‘Who would possibly be here at this time at night’ you question yourself.
When you walk into the living room you heard a quiet gasp from the other side of the main door. You quietly take small steps to the door and held your breath as you look into the peephole.
Your heart had shattered from the sight you saw. There you saw your boyfriend with blood trickling down his nose and a disheveled tomam uniform. His eyes bloodshot red from crying and you noticed that his fist were clenched.
With a sad sigh you unlocked your door and pulled it open. “Come in, Manjiro..” you speak and stepping to the side only to have your lover stay still. “Mikey,” you call out his name hoping to catch his attention. And lucky enough, his eyes met yours. Your hand reaches out for his and pull him in. You close the door behind him before leading him to the couch.
You watch as he takes a seat on the comforter as small smile makes its way onto your lips. You tell him that you were going to grab him a glass of water but before you turn to the kitchen Mikey grabs onto your wrist.
“Don’t leave me,” he croaks. “Please don’t leave me.”
“I’m not going anywhere Manjiro,” you whisper, your hand coming up to his cheek and wiping away the tear that escaped his eye.
“Everything is going wrong, (Name). First Pan-chin is in jail, then Baji dies, now Emma?” Mikey looks up at you with tears spilling out of his eyes. He is loosing everything and it wasn’t fair. What if he lost you next? Mikey couldn’t bear the thought of loosing you. The thought alone terrifies him. A world without you? Well, he wouldn’t mind going with you.
“I know hunny, and one day we’ll serve them justice. Especially for Baji and Emma, I promise you with my life and soul.” Mikey gave you a sad smile as he wrapped his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hip.
“I’ll make sure they suffer an unbearable fate.” He mumbled. “Even if it’s cruel.”
“And I’ll be there for every decision you make.” You coo as you place your hand into his messy hair.
Another yawn leaves your lips causing Mikey to chuckle. “I’m sorry for waking you so late. I can come back tomorrow.”
“I have a big bed for a reason my love. Plus I wouldn’t want you leaving at this hour! Somebody could possibly kidnap you!!”
“Nobody would kidnap me! I’m too cute to be kidnapped!!”
You shake your head and sigh, “that’s the entire point in kidnapping, Manjiro..”
Mikey shoots his head up and stares at you with betrayal mixed into his eyes. “No it’s not! There’s other reasons why people get taken-!!”
“Right right, whatever you say. Let’s just head to bed now, you look exhausted.”
Your lover nuzzles his head back into your hips while his grip around your tighten, “Okay, but as long as I get your cold pillow.”
You roll your eyes and huff, “Fine, only because I love you so much.” A soft giggle could be heard from the man below you, “Now lets head to bed, alright?”
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A Short Keisuke Baji fanfic
Just a short drabble of a fanfic I was going to make but ran out of ideas.
Warnings: None :) Well.. unedited because I’m lazy like that..
Reader has no pronouns
“Such a stupid boy,” you whisper while gently dabbing the wet cloth against Bajis bloodied face. You watch his eyes scrunch shut when you dab the cloth above his eye making you hesitantly pull the cloth away. “Sorry, was I too rough?” Baji shook his head and mumbled to keep going, causing you to sigh. “You really need to stop getting into these fights, Kei. It hurts me every time to see you all bruised up like this.”
“I know.. I’m sorry.”
“You always say you're sorry and yet you keep coming back with more injuries!” You huff, reaching over him to grab the last bandaid. “Listen, I know how important your friends are to you and I’m not asking you to leave your gang. It’s just all I'm asking is to stop fighting so much.”
The boy nods his head while letting you put the bandaid on his face. His eyes drift down to the floor in shame while he clenches his fist. Baji already felt guilty enough for coming to you and asking to patch up his wounds. But since now he knows that it hurts you when you see him all bruised up is another part of guilt eating him away. He doesn’t want to hurt you, that's the last thing he would ever want to do.
A sad sigh leaves your lips as you look at the beaten boy. You get down onto your knees and place your hands on his legs, trying to get him to look at you. You don’t miss the look of sadness in his eyes when your eyes meet his. You give Baji a reassuring smile as you rub your thumb against his thigh, “You know I love you right?”
Baji couldn’t help but smile back, how could he not? He was in love with your smile, it had always brought him joy. “I love you too.”
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Day 7.) don’t have one
Well, well, well, will you look at that? It’s Pride again.
You know the drill by now. It’s June 1, and suddenly everything from banks to big box stores has slapped a rainbow on their logo. Rainbow capitalism knows how to target LGBTQIA+ customers. For exactly 30 days of the year. How quaint.
Of course, it’s nice to make things bright, and colorful, and pretty. But it’s meaningless if that’s all it is.
Pride should be about uplifting and celebrating you, the community. And it should be year-round, not just 8.22% of the year. So, we’re signal-boosting your posts that celebrate, support, and honor all genders and sexualities over here. Follow to keep your dashboard lovely and gay as hell all year round.
And, yes, we’re also making a bit of a fuss right here on @celebrate (apparently, we just can’t help ourselves). So if you’re interested in talking about what Pride means to you or want to celebrate Pride but don’t know how to go about it this year, we made a fun little 30-day Share Your Pride Challenge list. Because you do, in fact, deserve to be celebrated.
Tag your posts with #ShareYourPride if you want to make them a little easier for other people to find. And Tumblr? Happy Pride. We’re glad you’re here.
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Well, well, well, will you look at that? It’s Pride again.
You know the drill by now. It’s June 1, and suddenly everything from banks to big box stores has slapped a rainbow on their logo. Rainbow capitalism knows how to target LGBTQIA+ customers. For exactly 30 days of the year. How quaint.
Of course, it’s nice to make things bright, and colorful, and pretty. But it’s meaningless if that’s all it is.
Pride should be about uplifting and celebrating you, the community. And it should be year-round, not just 8.22% of the year. So, we’re signal-boosting your posts that celebrate, support, and honor all genders and sexualities over here. Follow to keep your dashboard lovely and gay as hell all year round.
And, yes, we’re also making a bit of a fuss right here on @celebrate (apparently, we just can’t help ourselves). So if you’re interested in talking about what Pride means to you or want to celebrate Pride but don’t know how to go about it this year, we made a fun little 30-day Share Your Pride Challenge list. Because you do, in fact, deserve to be celebrated.
Tag your posts with #ShareYourPride if you want to make them a little easier for other people to find. And Tumblr? Happy Pride. We’re glad you’re here.
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