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verahella · 1 month

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ᡣ𐭩 HQ DAD MOMENTS !

✎ feat. k. kozume, k. tobio, o. tooru

ᡣ𐭩 KENMA KOZUME

it’s about three a.m and kenma really needs to pee but he’s scared that you’ll creep up on him and scold him, like his parents used to (he swears he’s an adult). he sighs, family never changes.

the door creaks open.

kenma spins in his chair slowly, “now listen, i can explain—”

his baby sits on the ground, big curious eyes wandering from him to the monitor.

kenma lets out a sigh, pulling his headphones down to his neck, “shouldn’t you be asleep?”

miyu tilts her head as if to ask him the same question.

“fine, fine.” kenma mutters, picking her up and wrapping an arm around her to keep warm as he spins back around, “i’ll let you play with me as long as you keep quiet.”

he narrows his eyes at her, “and no throwing up or pooping.”

miyu smooshes kenma’s cheeks together in acceptance and he nods, holding out a finger to which she wraps her hand around. “we have a deal then, partner in crime.”

the next twenty minutes pass in a blur, with his daughter criticising him with her babbles and pulling on the strings of his hoodie while kenma tries to shush her in the quietest way possible. the sound of keys being smashed fills the silence as kenma takes a break, rubbing his eyes.

he freezes immediately when he hears footsteps trudging to his room. oh shit.

kenma prays that it’s some ghost instead of his wife but he knows the pattern of those steps too well. kenma rushes to manoeuvre under the table and miyu lets out a traitorous giggle when he bangs his head.

the door opens and you yawn, rubbing your eyes.

“kenma?”

“what the—” your eyes squint in the bright glare of the monitor but even half asleep and caught between reality and dreams, you don’t think kenma can shrink so quickly, “where’s papa?”

your baby stares at you blankly, sitting in her dad’s gaming chair and wearing too large headphones that slip off her ears.

kenma doesn’t have to look to know she snitched so he sneaks out of his hiding place. not before banging his head once again though.

like the sadists his family is, miyu laughs again while you give him a look that says ‘you deserved it’.

he rubs his poor head to soothe it, “listen, i can explain—”

“you’re on diaper duty for the whole of next week.”

ᡣ𐭩 KAGEYAMA TOBIO

it breaks tobio’s heart when your daughter comes home from school with a tear stained face. her unicorn backpack is dropped on the floor with a thud as she rushes to burrow herself into her dad’s leg.

tobio picks her up and settles her onto his lap, frowning as he awkwardly pats her head. your daughter curls into him, fisting his shirt tightly.

“what happened?”

your daughter looks up at him, eyes brimming with tears, “s-some boy said that my nails s-sucked.” she mumbles through a soft pout on her lips.

tobio’s frown deepens as he looks down at her chubby fingers fiddling with his shirt. sure, one hand with pink glitter and the other with various shades of rainbow wouldn’t be his first choice but anything looks cute on his girl (his words, not mine.)

“they’re idiots. your nails are fine.”

he thinks that isn’t the right thing to say when her bottom lip starts wobbling. panic twists into his chest and he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind, “you can paint mine.”

her sniffles pause, “really?”

no. he doesn’t want to go out with gem nails from a five year old’s nail kit. “really.”

her eyes brighten up and tobio thinks the impending doom of embarrassment is worth bearing when she bounces and skips to get her nail kit.

hours of frozen playing in the background pass and that’s how you find your husband finishing up the last of his clumsily painted nails at ten in the night, your daughter tucked into a burrito of blankets and drooling on his chest.

your gaze snags on the heart drawn on his hand and a soft smile spreads on your lips when you recognise the initials.

yeah. when the prize is his favourite girls’ smiles, tobio can definitely deal with his deformed hello kitty nails being captured on camera in his next match.

ᡣ𐭩 OIKAWA TORU

you’ve made many mistakes in your life but you’re starting to think that your biggest one yet is bringing oikawa to the mall with you.

he was already unbearable when you were dating, buying you anything and everything that you glanced at for more than ten seconds. but now, it’s reached a point where you debate between pretending not to know him (which is hard when you both have the same last name) or straight up abandoning him and going home.

“babe! check this out!”

you sigh at his excited yell and your baby mirrors your annoyance from her stroller, “what is it this time?”

“isn’t this just adora—hey, careful! that’s my foot!” you stop just short of running over oikawa with the stroller. he sighs and holds up a pastel dress only slightly bigger than his hand, “isn’t it adorable? the bow is cute too.”

he leans down to the stroller, eyes sparkling, “you like it, don’t you, yuko-chan?”

your baby spits out her pacifier in response, crossing her chubby arms. you barely stifle a laugh at oikawa’s shoulders drooping.

“you’ve been spending way too much time with that thug, uncle iwa.” toru pouts.

at the mention of her favourite person in the world, yuko brightens up, clapping her hands. this time, you do laugh when oikawa’s jaw drops open.

“you wound my heart, yuko-chan.” he places a hand over his heart, letting out a sigh like a damsel in distress, “give papa a kiss and fix him up again.”

he looks down at her and finds her chewing on her thumb, attention diverted to a panda plushie. oikawa sighs and takes matters into his own hands, lifting up the baby to his eye level. the two have an intense staring contest before yuko pulls down her lower eyelid, blowing a raspberry at her father.

“wonder who she learnt that from,” you say drily.

your daughter is the only one who, aside from you, can humble her father and she does a good job at it, humiliating him everyday. oikawa doesn’t mind though, offensiveness gone in an instant as he peppers kisses all over yuko’s face. he coos at her little grunts before carrying his victim over to another trial of clothes.

you smile at your little family and follow them, dropping the panda plushie into the cart. you know toru will come back looking for it again anyway if you don’t.

anything to make his little girl happy.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #kageyama x reader #oikawa toru #kenma kozume #kageyama tobio #vera’s.hq.library.✎

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l13 · 10 months

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what kinda kinks do you think hobie would have? :33

first of all i wanna apologize for this lazy ass writing i'm just UNHINGED i've seen so many hobie edits my mind cannot take this madness i'm seriously in love with him it's not a joke anymore, like i need him bro, I N E E D HIM

NSFW 18+, MDNI, not proofread it's 2 am and imma 'bout to pass out

❥ i haven't heard a lot of people say this about hobie but i think he'd REALLY like power exchange, like let my MAN BE A SWITCH PLEASEEEEEE guys please trust me okay hear me out, picture this: hobie laying naked on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly as you continue to jerk his cock in an torturously slow pace, he's already cum once, so his hips jump every time your fist closes around his tip, and he's groaning, the sound trailing off to a breathy chuckle as he glances up at you, grinning lazily "Y're killin' me, y'know that?" throw in a little nipple play and man's GONEEEE

❥ definitely and i mean DEFINITELY likes dry humping ohhhhh?>>my god??? literally starts as a joke on the rare occasion he sees you bent over, or braced against a counter or smth, he HAS to come and hump you, and it's fine cause you literally do the same thing to him (you're the one that started it). the first time you did it he had laughed the sound giving you goosebumps as he glanced at you over his shoulder with a tiny smirk "You're mental,". but then proceeds to do the same thing to you every chance he gets. One day, you just rolled your hips back against him and the whole vibe changed. You shivered when you heard him inhale sharply from behind you, and his hands circle around your frame to pull you closer. and then he's thrusting against you hard, his clothed cock rubbing against the swell of your ass making you both moan as he drops his head on your shoulder to pant, "About fuckin' time,"

❥ random horny thought and not really a kink: he loves fucking you doggy style in front of a mirror, hand holding you by the throat, his fingers skimming your jaw as he tugs you back to him every time he thrusts forward, his other hand holding onto your ass securely as he snaps his hips against you. And then he's pulling at your throat and suddenly your back is flush against his chest, and the hand that was holding your ass travels around to your pussy to circle at your clit. You're both moaning when you tighten up so much around his cock "Look at you," he's groaning, snapping his hips up instead of forward and your mouth drops open in a silent scream as his cock touches that spongy spot inside you, and he's moaning "Yeah? Right there? You're so fuckin’ pretty, baby, should be fuckin’ illegal," and you're mewling, “You’re so good to me Hobie.. Can feel you so fucking deep inside me oh my God-” “Shit- don’t say that or I’ll cum-” DAAAAAMN okay i got sidetracked again

❥ lil bit of a voyeur maybe, he'd take you even at a secluded space at HQ (would first make sure if you're 100% in tho) he'd fuck you against the wall, with his hand over your mouth as he mutters against your shoulder, "Wanna hear you so fuckin' bad.. but we can't, right? Can't let them know how much of a good girl you are f'me.. Ah, fuuck-S only for my eyes."

❥ CONSENTTTTT consent turns him on so much- and let me explain okay imagine you're just getting ready to suck him off, unbuttoning his jeans, still giggling at his face when you'd said "no, the belts stay on," and then your fingers are finally under the waistband of his boxers and you're looking up at him- "Can I take these off?" and he's so confused bc he's never actually had anyone else ask him that question before "Wh- yes?" and when his cock is finally out in all its glory, and you're licking your lips, you ask again, "Can I touch it?" he can't hold back his smile this time, letting out a giddy laugh, "Baby, 'f course you can, you don't have to ask," idk he just thinks it's the hottest thing ever

❥ extra crack hc cause it just came to me: imagine him being like "You wanna try slapping me in bed?" and you're just looking at him like he's grown two heads but nod slowly nonetheless "....sure?" and then you actually slAP him like 10 minutes later and he's like :C "That felt personal love, m'feelings are kinda hurt." and you're just apologizing over and over and he's laughing at you- "m just playing wit' you. but yeah absolutely not doing that shit again,"

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hopelessrromantix · 9 months

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Sending a less intense ask now that I know you didn't disappear. How about Miguel x male reader who's cannon event was losing his husband, his worlds Miguel. (Hurt/Comfort)

Or Miguel, who's afraid to hurt the reader bc his fangs/powers/strength/etc. So reader has to show him that they're stronger than they look. (Angst/Fluff, optional Smut)

Or Miguel and reader having a secret relationship, but it's hard to keep it that way when he's so desperate for your attention all of the time (Smut, cough semi-public cough)

These are just some ideas, but there's no pressure to answer any of them. Have a good day :)

Might write your other ideas too, ngl...

Slightly more angst whoops.... sorry?

The first time you met Miguel had been a very long time ago.

It was a glance at first. Just a random man visiting the doctor's area of your lab. Perfectly normal.

Then it was a conversation. Then a date. Then a proposal, and before long you were married and happy.

You were originally working on a biological project, which was the spider that made you the Spiderman of your world. And though Miguel was nervous, he was supportive nonetheless.

Unfortunately, like all your counterparts, your unavoidable canon had resulted in Miguel's death, something you never got over. No matter how long passed, your heart felt just as heavy thinking about your husband.

You'd tried just about everything to get him back, even if he wasn't the same.

Experiments, A.I., anything that came to mind. But it was never him.

Maybe it had destroyed you a bit.

Maybe you spent too long torturing yourself in your head, trying to cover any sense of loss with the humor so traditional of a spider.

And maybe, just maybe, you missed him more than you could handle.

It wasn't until you swung face first into an anomaly (literally, a wall had basically materialized in front of you) that your life changed again.

Before you could blink, a man in a dark suit had been tackled to the ground. He was forming stone walls around him, attempting to stand back up.

Judging by the large stature of the man behind him, that wasn't happening.

The suit drew your attention first. It looked weirdly like the one Miguel had helped you make years before. Not the same, but close.

Several other people were with him, each one with different but similar outfits.

"Uhhh should I be fighting you guys, or…?" You questioned, looking over the group. You were prepared for a fight, but they seemed too calm to be villains like those you usually fought.

The tall man looked over to you, nodding to a woman next to him, dressed in all red.

"No, but we owe you an explanation."

And they gave you one, explaining that you weren't really as unique as you thought, but in a much more fulfilling way. You were one of many, many universes out there.

They showed you HQ, a place full of slightly different variations of yourself.

And with that, you had one single question.

Is he out there somewhere too?

After that moment the tour was a blur. Your mind was too caught up in running over the ways to ask if you could find your husband. Even just seeing him from a distance. Anything would do.

"Hey, big guy?"

The man in front of you seemed unimpressed, even in the dim light of his workspace.

"What's the rule on going to see people in other universes? Like, you came to my world so shit wouldn't go sideways if I visited someone, would it?"

It wasn't the first time Miguel had been asked that, of course. They all lost someone, of course they'd ask to see them again. The only issue was breaking the fabric of reality. And the fact that Uncles, Aunts, and anyone else really was dead in most worlds.

"No you cannot see dead loved ones."

His mask faded away, a serious look on his face. "We all have canon events…"

He was talking. You knew he was talking.

But his eyes were so tired.

It had been a long time since you'd seen him, but he looked so much less… alive.

But you'd take any version of alive.

You couldn't hear anything he said. You were too busy studying every feature on his face, watching him carefully.

"Miguel?"

He paused. "We know each other on your Earth?"

"We don't on yours?" You asked with a twinge of sadness in your voice, wishing a parallel you could've been happy with him.

"Uh, yeah, hi, I was planning to step in a little sooner but, uh, whoops."

The flash of a woman floating in the air next to Miguel stopped you. Layla, as Spid- Miguel had introduced her earlier.

"Layla I'm in the mid-"

"Shockingly it's more important than whatever you're saying," she huffed. "In Y/n's world he joined the research team that eventually made the spider that bit him, in Miguel's world Y/n had joined a completely different company. You two didn't meet the same way in your worlds."

"Okay?" Miguel questioned, opening his mouth to continue complaining about Layla interrupting.

"Yeah, but on Y/n's Earth-"

"We're married. You… you saved the lives of a family and died in the process."

You could see his heart break for you. For most people, the shift in expression would be nothing. In fact, it was very well hidden. But you knew him.

And he knew loss more than most. And though he didn't know you, he knew what you felt.

Layla flashed away, leaving the two of you in the low light of Miguel's office.

"I'm sorry."

He was so much more broken than you remembered.

"I got to see you, that's all I wanted." You smiled, looking over his features with a sense of calm you hadn't felt since Miguel's death.

"Would you wanna take another walk? Maybe I could show you around my world." You suggested. You'd be happy just seeing him, you really would. But you'd be even happier spending time with him.

"You understand that-"

"It's not like you'd have to go back to my world forever. And I would've stayed alone there anyway, I doubt I would be wrecking some happy future life, Miguel."

His eyes narrowed. "But you-"

"You don't know me, it's okay. I'm not asking you to do anything. Hell even this is enough for me. Just talking to you, for any length of time"

"You aren't hearing m-"

"Losing you was the worst day of my life." He quieted a bit, letting you speak. "We all have canon events right? I'm sure you understand how much it hurt, then."

You took a breath. This was more overwhelming than you expected it to be, which was saying something.

"You don't know me, Miguel,.and technically I don't know you either. But we got along pretty well in my world? At least consider being my friend?" You asked, a hopeful look on your face as you stared at the much more tired version of your husband.

"Please, Miguel?"

He stared at you a minute, his eyes softer than they were a minute before. He glanced down at your hand before looking back up at your face.

"You should leave, Y/n."

Your hand dropped slowly as you tried not to let your heart break again.

And you listened.

#secret admirer #male reader #dom male reader #top male reader #x reader #miguel x male reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel ohara x male reader #miguel x reader #spiderman 2099 #atsv

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judasgot-it · 7 months

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I wanted to write something really quick for Jouno's birthday ngl, so here's some really cheesy dogshit

Happy Birthday to the blind king himself (ugh I miss him)

Scenario: Calling Jouno while he's at work. It becomes a little silly.

As much as Jouno hated the telephone, he hated the sounds of his coworkers even more.

What were they yelling for? It's four in the morning.

Who's even up at four in the morning?

Apparently them.

Every day. For the last 2 weeks.

Usually, he could have slept in for at least 3 more hours. Have a coffee that didn't taste like piss and tinfoil (everyday he hated whoever made the coffee in the lounge, no one would tell him the name of the moron who cheaped out on it. They weren't safe from him.) and get to tell his woe's to someone who didn't have rocks for brains.

But no. He was stuck here, at HQ, listening to reports that led their current case to nowhere.

Which led to yelling. Always yelling.

So answering the phone was honestly rather refreshing.

"..."

He waited a second. Why should he, of all people, speak first?

"Hello? Is Jouno there?"

Jouno felt time pause for a moment. He stopped, listening to the other members in the room.

They seemed rather distracted, not truly paying attention to what he was doing. Teruko and Tachihara were arguing and Tecchou was...he smelt gross, so probably working out.

"Sorry, who is this?"

He really hoped he was hearing wrong.

"Jouno, c'mon you know who I am. Why, is something wrong?"

When did you have their number? As far as he recalled, only government officials were ever given this number, and even that is far and few in between. He never let you know much about his work.

"I'm not trying to buy anything."

To Jouno's dismay, that failed miserably. Instead, all he heard was your laughter on the other side of the phone. Did you really think his misery was funny?

"If I find you, I'll kill you."

Jouno made threats as a part of his day-to-day life, it was easy to fake it towards you. But a part of him felt how he was cracking easily, hearing your obvious giggles as they thought of the next line to say.

"Ok ok. Sorry I know you're busy at work right now. But I really did call for something really important."

Taking a moment, Jouno sighed as he leaned against the small desk that held the phone. He waited a bit, listening to see if the others in the room were still ignoring him.

As much as he hated it, they seemed to actually notice that the "bad-things-are-happening-please-help" phone was called. His luck really is immaculate.

"How did you get this number again?"

There was a guilty laugh on your end. What had you so happy?

"Some other day, maybe. But that's not important! Jouno."

Jouno gave a very long sigh.

"Jouno, today is your birthday!"

"Yes."

He was really hoping he was as good of an actor as he thought he was, because he couldn't help how his heart was beating twice as fast at the thought of you remembering something so small.

"Are you coming home tonight?"

There was a pause.

Jouno didn't want to respond, because he hated the answer. Truthfully, he didn't know when he would have a 'normal' (for a hunting dog) workday.

He didn't even want to admit out loud how much he missed you.

"Oh, ok. You know, after your 'case' is over, we should get to celebrating. I have the perfect gift for you already, which definitely involves no clothes."

"No."

There was a pause on your end. He hated telling you no. Weird, since frankly breaking people's hearts was his favorite past time.

"Good idea. Uh..."

Jouno forced himself to listen back into the conference room, which was now weirdly quiet. There was also a small heartbeat very very close to him.

That was not a good sign.

"Thank you. Um."

He turned his head, bell-jingling against the phone, as he knew Teruko was looking up at him -probably with a shit eating grin.

"...I love you."

Sighing, he ate his pride, turning away.

"I love you too, Jouno. Happy birthday."

You sang it, not forcing him to endure the entire song. He hoped he was tall enough and facing enough away that Teruko couldn't see the smile on his face hearing those words.

When he hung up the phone, hearing the click and shut off the landline, he was forced to face his reality.

The one where he couldn't stop hearing his coworkers giggling. Particularly Teruko's, but even Tecchou was laughing somewhere deep in that stupid body of his that managed to breathe air.

He wanted to kick him.

"I didn't know you were in a relationship."

Tachihara said this nervously, but still with a smile in his voice.

"I'm not. I don't know who that was or how they got that number."

It was hard to say this seriously, as Jouno could feel the red creeping up on his face.

Happy birthday Jouno omfgggfgfg when is he coming back </3

#this is silly but happy birthday jouno #silly man is silly ?!#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #jouno x reader #jouno x you #jouno x y/n

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regionalcinnabonmanager · 6 months

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“You wouldn’t have a key to this random door, would you?”

Flufftober 14: locked in/trapped

You and Leon are stuck in a storage closet at the DSO's headquarters. One problem: You're claustrophobic.

fluff, (obvi) second person pov, gn reader, idiots in love, mutual pining, leon is awkward at feelings, he is also a major simp for you, written with re4 leon in mind but can be read as any, let me know if i need more tags. i don’t think it needs much? NOT PROOFREAD.

word count: 2.1k

i fell in love with leon and subsequently hopped on the fluff train, now i'm writing this nonsense fic. rationale is,, not optimum rn but thats fine, uhh enjoy, simps.

“Ow-!” Leon winced in response to you stepping on his foot by accident.

“Sorry!” You took your foot off of Leon’s as you tried to look for that damn battery pack Hunnigan told you and Leon to look for, struggling greatly to find it as you shined your flashlight in various directions, trying to find it.

A blackout had happened at the DSO. Those usually never happen at HQ, due to there being backup generators during city-wide blackouts, but apparently, some idiot electrician fixing something down there had screwed up and caused all the lights at HQ to go bye-bye.

So now you were stuck in a dark, small, storage room only big enough for two people to freely move around in, looking for a spare battery pack for people’s flashlights.

“Found it yet?” Leon asked, shining his flashlight at the storage racks filled with various chemicals and cleaning supplies. You scoffed in response.

“If I did, I’d be grabbing the thing and getting out of this damn room ASAP. Starting to get really uncomfortable here..” You replied with snark, spotting the battery pack a little bit after. With a feeling of accomplishment, you took it. “Found it.” You turned around and held it up, shining your flashlight upwards.

“Good, let’s get out of here and get it to Hunnigan. Still don’t know why she made us do this..” He sighs, hand reaching out to turn the lever door knob.

As he does so, the door knob falls to the floor with a clatter. Leon picks it back up and tries to reattach the piece of metal, but fails; and it falls to the floor again.

Silence envelops the room as the two of you stare at the door knob for a few seconds… and then slowly, your eyes meet each other’s.

Shit.

“What did you do!?” You were the first to break the silence with an exasperated remark, questioning how the fuck Leon managed to break the doorknob.

“I didn’t do anything! The knob just.. broke.” He replies, equally as confused as you are.

Oh shit, this was your worst nightmare put into words. Which was ironic, considering you worked at an organisation that dealt with nightmarish monstrosities on the regular.

Of all the things you could be afraid of, somehow small spaces were one of those great fears.

You felt yourself begin to panic. The room felt suffocating.

“Okay, relax, I’ll just call Hunnigan and tell her we’re stuck in the storage closet. She’ll get us out.” Leon pulled out his phone and flipped it open, dialling Hunnigan. Shortly after, she picked up, and he explained what had happened to the both of you.

As Leon was on the phone with her, you bit the inside of your cheek and began to zone out, trying to keep yourself together. You could barely hear their conversation as a high-pitched ringing drowned out their voices.

“..Thanks Hunnigan. Bye.” He ended the call, flipping his phone closed with a sigh. “Hunnigan called facilities. ETA is in an hour, so we might as well get comfy.” He pocketed the device as he turned to your still form staring at the wall. “Hey, you good?” He reached over to pat you on the shoulder, snapping you out of your trance.

That seemed to work, as your head immediately turned to him. “Huh? What?”

Leon sighed, repeating what he just said to you. “Are you okay?” He added at the end. “You were kinda.. zoning out.”

You shook your head and sighed, your face twisted into a frown. “No- yeah, I’m uh..”

Leon raised a brow. “Are you okay or not?”

Figuring that you can’t hide the truth forever, especially not in a room as small as this, you decided to tell him your fear. “I’m claustrophobic. And I’m kinda, y’know, freakin’ out right now-” You laughed in an attempt to stop yourself from spiralling, but it just made you look sad.

A look of realisation crossed Leon’s face as he tried to think of what to do to help you calm down. He had experienced panic attacks before, and he knew how to deal with them. Maybe that can help?

“Alright, deep breaths right now, okay?” Leon took your hands and sat you down on the cold floor in an attempt to ground you back to reality. He gently took your face and made you look at him, his blue eyes meeting yours. “Tell me five things you can see.” He took your shining flashlight and pointed it up, letting you see your surroundings.

You looked around momentarily, your eyes landing on a plastic container filled with an orange liquid. “Floor cleaner,” Your eyes trailed over to other spots, “Rat poison, white floor, mop, mop bucket.”

“Good.” Leon tried to remember the next step. “Four things you can touch.”

You raised a hand and felt around the place, landing on the cold floor. “Floor..” You touched your arm, fabric balled into your grip. “Clothes,” you reached behind you to feel the cold metal of the storage rack. “Storage rack..”

You then looked down at Leon’s hand on yours, turning your wrist to intertwine your fingers with his. “Your hand..” You mumbled with a little warmth in your cheeks. Leon seemed to share the same heat on his face as well, but you both chose to ignore it.

Clearing his throat, Leon let your hand stay with his as he ran you through the last three steps of the grounding technique.

“You feel better?” He asks softly, rubbing the skin of your hand with his thumb.

You nodded, looking up at him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m.. feeling better now..”

There was a kind of tension in the room as the two of you sat on the floor of the supply closet in silence, hand in hand. Neither of you had ever done this before, so there was a definite awkwardness.

He was just trying to help you calm down, You thought to yourself, rationalising his actions. Nothing more to it.

Your eyes shifted over to Leon, glancing at his face for a second before looking away.

Shit, they’re probably uncomfortable right now, Leon silently thought to himself. But, they’re not pulling their hand away.. Maybe they don’t mind it?

“How- how much time did Hunnigan say facilities would get here?” You broke the silence with a question.

“An hour, she said. Although, they might get here a bit later because they’re still dealing with the electricity problem. Then they’ll get us out.” He replied with a sigh, leaning back into the metal storage rack behind the two of you. “Don’t worry. It probably won’t be too long.”

You nodded in response. An hour, huh? Well fuck. What’s two people to do ‘til then?

The two of you sat in more silence as you quietly waited for time to pass by, the occasional clicking of shoes together the only source of sound in the room. Leon’s flashlight was propped up and acted as the singular light source that illuminated everything just enough for it to be visible. With which, you decided to admire your best friend’s arms.

Everyone with eyes knew Leon was a catch. He was blessed with good looks, and a body that looked like it was chiselled by the Gods. Whether he knew it or not, he was dashing. You knew that, everyone did.

Fortunately, (or unfortunately,) you had the pleasure of knowing what was behind that physical layer and found the treasure underneath. He was kind, endearing, always fought for what was right, and was overall, a really good guy.

And thus, the crush began. You’ve been hiding it pretty well, you’d think. He didn’t seem to notice anything. Besides, if he did, it’s not like you could do anything about it. He probably doesn’t feel the same..

As you went on your little thought train, your mind wandered deeper into the brainrot, thinking about how his arms would feel wrapped around you and embracing you in a warm hug..

“Can you like, hug me?”

Leon turned to you, giving you a look of confusion. “What?”

Shit, did you say that out loud? FUCK.

Well, no turning back now.

“Uh- can you.. give me a hug?” You asked again, a little more embarrassed this time.

He was a little bit hesitant, but you reassured him that it was fine. And so he finally put his arms around you, gently pulling you towards him and resting your head on his shoulder. The position was not innocent at all. You were facing him, your chest against his as his arms wrapped around your waist and your head rested on his shoulder.

A little intimate for ‘best friends’, there. A little voice in your head spoke up, but you quickly shut it down, deciding to ignore it in favour of feeling the comfort of Leon’s arms around you.

Even if he doesn’t like you in the same way, then at least… you can still enjoy the feeling of being his best friend. Enjoy this hug.

Your shoulders slumped a little at that thought.

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck, the holiest of fucks. What in the actual hell am I doing?

Leon silently panicked to himself as he held you in his arms. Was he really doing this? Was this real? Did he or did he really not have his best friend/long-time crush in his arms right now? And you’re the one that asked for the hug? This was a dream come true.

Maybe… this is a hint that they like me? He thought to himself, before dismissing the thoughts. No.. they probably don’t feel the same way.

He heard a little yawn from you, betraying your fatigue. “You wanna sleep?” He asked, to which you nod in response to. “Alright..” Acknowledgement comes from him in the form of a soft whisper.

Fuck, they’re so cute when they’re tired.. He raised a hand from your waist to your back, drawing circles to help you fall asleep. He knew you deserved this. You’ve been running around settling the technical things since the blackout, no wonder you’d be just about ready to collapse.

After about 20 minutes, he eventually feels you relax in his arms, your breathing slowing down to a calmer, more peaceful pace. A tell-tale sign that you’re asleep.

He sighs quietly, deciding to talk to himself as you sleep. “Why did I have to fall for you?” He whispers as he continues to draw circles on your back. “Why did it have to be you?”

“You’re way out of my league. Stunning, smart, funny… God, I knew I’d never have a chance, but I just couldn’t help falling for you.”

It was really no wonder how he fell for you. You were everything he wanted, but he knew he’d never have you for a multitude of reasons.

“You’re much better off without me. You shouldn’t have to worry about someone who’ll die on you anytime I’m away. But fuck, I want you so bad.”

That was the truth. His job made it hard to maintain a relationship, he knew that, you knew that. In fact, every agent in the building knew it. Though there were no restrictions on having a family, most were either too busy to find love or chose not to for obvious reasons.

Leon held you tighter in his arms, being careful not to crush you. “I love you. So much. I know I can’t have you, but that’s fine. I’ll keep loving you from afar.”

He sighed, thinking about why he was even spilling his heart out like this. “What am I saying? You can’t even hear me..” He chuckled mirthlessly. His hand gently cradled the back of your head, a small smile on his face as he played with the hair on the nape of your neck.

Unbeknownst to him, you were still awake. Half-asleep, but you heard everything.

Bonus:

The lights flickered back on, waking Leon up from his sleep. The power was back, and there was a clattering of the lock on the other side of the door.

“You two okay in there?” Hunnigan’s muffled voice called from the other side of the door. “We almost got the lock opened, just hold on.”

A few minutes later, the door opened, revealing a guy from facilities and Hunnigan standing in the doorway. “Oh, thank God you two are fine-”

She stops in her tracks, spotting you in Leon’s arms, sitting on the floor. She blinks a few times, trying to connect the dots. “Did you two-”

“Nothing happened.” Leon got up, carrying you with ease and walking out of the door. He did not want to speak of what happened, lest it caused a gossip storm among the employees. “Don’t tell anyone.”

Hunnigan just followed along, kind of having this ‘whatever’ mindset.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x you #flufftober 2023 #resident evil 4 #leon fluff #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #mmmmnnnnggggg #leon brainrot go VRRRRR #enjoy my brain's jumbled mess

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luvring · 1 year

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idk if ur reqs are open but I would love to hear your thoughts on Vere 👁️👁️ hes literally dominated my entire headspace I can’t go ten minutes w/o thinking ab how I want to bite his forearm

GENERAL VERE HCS

gn!reader | back 2 knocking these guys out of the park. also i realized these are shorter than my hq bf hcs so. if anyone wants a pt.2 for anybody.. u know what to do

i think u Should bite his arm. For Fun. vere w bite-y partner who he bites back. 'gently' considering he has fangs though

congratulations on being one of 2 people he'd let touch and brush his tail. sometimes he swishes it against your face and then pretends he didn't. "i have no idea what you're talking about," he says before making direct eye contact and doing it again

he likes drawing. ok. have we considered him drawing you. you ask him about it and he says he won't show you. you tease him and ask "what? did you draw sparkles and hearts surrounding me?" and he plays along, "yes, i even checked what i'd look like with your last name and drew us kissing."

It's actually quite a nice sketch of you though. like of you smiling or asleep or something because you fell aslep near him. oh man...

vere knows all the ins and outs of the city which means he can give you a personalized tour that caters to all your interests!! you can ask him to take you to his favourite spots too of course but he feels very accomplished watching you grin in the store he purposely walked by

shocked if you get him a gift. acts nonchalant and is good enough at accepting things but internally, especially if it's something he's been eyeing for a while or has sentimental value,, he . He....

like yeah okay vere...act all cool...as if your eyes don't flicker over whenever you walk past it...as if you don't catch yourself smiling subconsciously...whatever

definitely tries cooking your favourite meal. doesn't go very well, especially if it's something he's never had, but he'll keep practicing until he makes something decent. don't ask how many attempts he did because he won't tell you unless he somehow started a fire and even Then the truth is debatable

if YOU know how to cook it Please for the love of god teach him, or write down the recipe for both your sakes. for the kitchen. plea

everyone tells him/the both of you to shut the hell up whenever you start flirting back and forth/competing to see how many innuendos you can feasibly say. the both of you team up only to bully everyone else for being single before continuing

asshole if you played uno. i'm not competitive nor do i give two shits if i lose at uno but even i would lose it watching vere push for whatever stacking rule he needs to get someone a +20. watch your cards or he'll manage to look over at them. do not trust a single deal he tries. watch his ears and tail i'm sure he has a tell

really good at helping build confidence . what ais said about him being honest but also not trusting anything he says yeah well this is when he'd be completely honest. easily reminds you how capable you are of something, knows what makes you confident, etc etc. and you just ? know you can trust him? it's the vibe. how he says it so plainly as if it's obvious

don't try to lie to him about things. like if you're upset about something it is So obvious to him no matter how hard you try and he'd really appreciate it if you would tell him why or ask to talk about it later when you're ready.

^ as someone who wants to piss her pants at the thought of being direct or whatever,, he'd also be very good at knowing when to push or not. if you respond better to a lighter/gentle reminder i'm sure he would do so :heart:

i have a feeling this guy would be incredibly incredibly incredibly into you asking to post him on any socmed. do you want his face in it. do you want it to be a little spicy. should he pose. actually he probably pouts a little if you want a faceless pose but bro why does it matter if there is not a cm of space between us. why is your hand around my neck rn /lh You know the poses

#touchstarved game #touchstarved vere #vere x reader #🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #he is so rime to me. aw man #nia + touchstarved

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chou-de-chambers · 1 year

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Playing with Fire

Content Rating: Explicit Tags: Chamber x Reader, Chamber x You, truth or dare, flirty gn!reader, Jett is a lowkey matchmaker, semi-public sex, necktie as mouth gag, quickie (?), no beta we die like cinematic Cypher (RIOT STOP NOW) (This story happened at the same time as Change of Heart, and is the alternate for Chamber simps out there!) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! A/N: This was my first anonymous request! I couldn't find their ask anymore so I can't answer it but I do hope you come across this. I am also sorry if I took so long. Writer's block and university things got in the way :(((

Jett's mischief was at an all time high last night. First, she held Yoru and his ex hostage through 7 Minutes in Heaven, pissing the riftwalker off then forcing Chamber in his place as soon as he decided to end his stay. "Come on, we really need one more for the next game," Jett beckoned. The French gentleman- coincidentally there to ask you all to tone down the music's volume- had never been a fan of rowdy parties the younger agents hosted. He preferred formal gatherings with champagne and jazz music soothing from acoustics and percussion keys. Little did you know that he was only blessed with the patience to tolerate it from the sight of you and the vacant spot on the couch beside you. They all cheered, relieved that for once, the man chose not to be a party pooper. He refused to acknowledge them though as he set his attention towards you.

"I hope I'm not intruding, mon cheri," he mouthed softly so only both of you could hear.

You looked up at him, cheeks flushed from being drunk, as he sat down. You smiled impishly, nudging his arm with your shoulder, "Not at all. In fact, keep doing it."

And there you go again, flawlessly matching his demeanor. Truly a worthy rival to this silly game he had played with every agent in the protocol. Chamber seldom cared for others, unless it was an obligation or a condition in exchange of achieving what he wants. But if he were to name favorites, you were definitely on top of his small list. And because you were his favorite, he permitted you to do things that he didn't allow others to do, like laying your hand on his custom design guns and getting this close to him, shoulders rubbing on each other. For the latter part though, often times it was him trimming the distance to a friendly extent. Almost like you two were buddies. Too bad it paused at "almost", having bonded in Vulture rides during missions, inside the HQ's workshop, and inside the meeting room. Besides those instances, there was nothing. Not even personal messaging to seal the deal- just good work acquaintances. These short interactions were enough to satisfy both of you, until Jett forced everybody to play the Truth or Dare game.

Jett was down to a white sports bra after having been dared by Neon to strip one large article of clothing. She had a habit of messing with others but couldn't handle the same pressure. Quite an ego she possessed, to the point that she'd rather risk social embarassment than exposing her inner desires through a Truth question. She huffed, eager to exact revenge, "My turn. And there will be no mercy, you little shits."

She aggressively pointed right at you, given that the rule of your game was to pass the turn to the person in your front left. There were ooh's in the small crowd, their eyes wide from anticipation. Chamber also let out a light huff, equally excited to see how you're gonna approach the challenge. You appeared tough, crossing your arms and winking at the marksman, "Child's play, if you ask me."

"Oh yeah?" Jett drawled from your overheard comment, arms crossed in an attempt to display superiority over you.

You mimicked the wind Radiant, alcohol raising your confidence to contest her, "Yeah. Dare."

Almost everyone in the circle were on the edges of their seat from Jett's challenge being accepted. They were mumbling to each other, guessing what dare Jett might've thought of, with the exception of Chamber debating on whether to drink the beer Killjoy lended him and Reyna smirking right at you. Your eyes trailed towards the Mexican woman, threatened by her gaze that meant something. Like she knew how things would end up for poor little you.

Jett abruptly stood from the floor, body swaying from being as drunk as the others, then triumphantly puts a hand on her hip, "I dare you to make out with the person to your left."

Chamber, who had just began to take a sip off the disgusting booze, almost spat his drink. The rest were giggling; what a sight it was to see the sentinel finally lose his precious composure. " Ay corazon," you heard Reyna mutter, her eyes glinting in excitement from what's about to go down. Your chest thrummed from the thought of your lips on his. And out in public? Your legs wobbled. The professional relationship you persevered to keep with him was now on the verge of collapsing into debris. This was different from the witty comebacks you've been making towards his flirtatious approach, because making out with him would be like dumping gasoline to an open flame.

"Come on, we don't have all night," Jett complained, shaking you back to your senses, "Unless you're gonna chicken out."

You swiftly downed your beer to the very last drop.

"Monsieur?"

And before Chamber was given a chance to brace himself, your hand already laid on his chest, pushing him to lean on the couch. You straddled him with one leg as your other hand fled to his warm, chiseled jawline. The gentleman always had his ways to play with everyone's heartstrings, but this time you were undeniably tugging his. Your eyes were half-lidded, tearing through his soul, while he decrypted whether those were heated with passion or alcohol.

"Do I have your consent?" you murmured as he inhaled the stench of beer seeping through your lips.

Slowly, his face inched towards yours, so you closed the gap and pressed your lips on his. The audience was impressed. Some of them even had their phones out to take pictures or record videos of this exchange between you and Chamber. The flashes from their phones would've bothered you, but his taste was intoxicating. Who would've thought that the most dubious agent in the protocol would be this delicious? Chamber's eyes slowly closed to relish on this feeling of you on top of him. His hands were itching to grab you by your hips and sit you on his lap if it weren't for the people around you. Your tongue invaded his mouth, which he gladly returned with a dance of his. He was definitely enjoying this.

As soon as you felt his gloved hands on your waist, you pulled away, face flustered as you wiped your lips with your arm. Phoenix whistled, fanning himself with a hand, "Sheesh fam, the room just got hotter. And I swear that wasn't me."

"You sure you guys aren't dating?" Raze joked, making Killjoy giggle.

"Are we?" you acted unfazed, crossing your legs and looking over at Chamber fixing his necktie. He only smirked back. Charmingly though, so your eyes quickly avoided this bait of wanting to kiss him again and looked straight at the embarrassed Jett, "So, my turn now?"

"Ugh," she rolled her eyes.

Change was predestined after that silly game. Neither of you expected the attempt you did to cross the imaginary line separating both of you. It kindled fire as lit as hell, completely burning any sense of focus from your daily tasks to ashes. Sure, your greetings and banters were still exchanged, but the more days passed, the more these little interactions devolved to a chore, inducing fear that a fuse might just explode right then and there. It was as painful to keep yet might be too irresistible once released. There's also this assumption that your feelings for each other might be mutual, but what if it wasn't? What if at the end of the day, it really was just a game? A potential waste of feelings. Potential waste of passion. A risk for a man of commitment- once Chamber started it, backing down is impossible. And you're scared that it might just be a delusion born of temptation. Besides, your flirting was your effective facade to hide your loneliness.

The workshop this evening was more tense than before, what with despair clawing its way out, obvious from the way you stole glances from each other when the other one's not looking. Raze and Killjoy, despite existing in the background, weren't dumb to notice these telltale signs of affection for one another. They knew, of course. They've been there before.

"Oi amigo," Raze called at you. You took off your goggles to better see the duelist. She beckoned with a nod, "Come over here."

Killjoy's peripheral vision was at Chamber's, noting how his head subtly turned to steal yet another sight of you. Too obvious, the German engineer thought.

Raze handed you a screwdriver, one with a black handle and a familiar gold insignia on it, "Can you hand this over to Chamber? Forgot to return it to him."

"Can't do it yourself?"

"Nah," she shook her head, "My shift here's done! Gonna go grab some snacks."

Killjoy abruptly stood, "Can I come?"

Before you were able to object, the two women already bolted out of the room with hands held. You sighed. They're doing this on purpose.

With a hint of hesitation, you stepped towards Chamber's area, his head almost kissing the blueprints laid on his station. A busy man he was, but like usual, he appeared more attractive when he's focused like that. You gently knocked on his desk to catch his attention, not knowing that he was already hyperaware of you, "Hey."

He looked up, straightening his back on his chair then eyeing the screwdriver you were holding.

"Raze told me to give this to you. I'm guessing she borrowed this without asking for your permission?"

He chuckled, "Précisément. You are very familiar with her behavior. Must be used to it."

"She's fine," you half-smiled with a shrug. His hand reached to take the screwdriver from your palm. You felt a tingle from how his fingertips lingered a bit on your skin. You shook it off, acting as casual as you can, "Don't wanna join them?"

"No reason for me to do so," he responded, resting his chin on top of his intertwined fingers as his eyes remained on you, "Besides, your presence here's enough to satisfy me."

"Oh yeah? Am I looking like a snack, monsieur?"

He simply chuckled, bringing his attention back to his blueprints. Deep inside, there was a strong urge to curse. The way you kept calling him monsieur was a threat to his cool. This opportunity, too. He had been wanting to dive beyond the surface of last time's occurence. You had always been the only one who flirted back that provoked something in him. And it was never annoyance nor envy. He loves how you managed to turn on a switch in him, twirling him around your fingers from every response you've reciprocated towards him. To Chamber, you were this appealing distraction against the heavy load of his goals, and at this given moment, he was more than willing to keep this little game running.

You walked back to your station, stretching your arms with a moan, perking up Chamber's ears. God, you really were testing him.

"Loosen yourself a lil' bit. Can't waste all of that good looks in one stressful evening, y'know," you advised with a tease in your voice.

Unfortunately for you, he took this seriously. He set his gloves aside and approached you. Chamber spun your chair to face him, your chin being lifted by his finger and his silhouette taking over you.

"I would give it a try if it wasn't for your teasing, mon cheri."

The ticking bomb had reached its end. His eyes were dimmed by lust and his patience had clearly run dry.

"So the game isn't over yet, huh?" you whispered as your hand traced the colorful swirls on his necktie.

Chamber smirked, marvelling at your lips while his thumb caressed your lower lip. Your breath hitched from his touch yet you refused to back down, now pulling him closer to you through his tie, "What'll it be then? Truth or dare?"

"Dare," the marksman groaned.

"I dare you to be honest with me, monsieur."

A deep chuckle vibrated from his throat as he hauled your chair towards his corner station. Chamber sat on his luxurious furniture, lifting you towards his lap then kicking your chair away, ridding you of escape. Not like you had any intentions to do so- his lap was the far better option. You both relished on each other's breathing, foreheads touching and lips just a few centimetres away from taking over each other. Fuck, he even smelled as handsome as he looks.

Heavy thuds from the corridor caught your attention. You weren't in a private quarter after all. You turned your head towards the door. "Chamber, someone might-"

"Hush," he placed a finger on your lips. His hand braced on your hip- awfully close to the curve of your ass- then his chair hovered towards the door. He hurriedly flicked the lock on and pushed both of you back to his quiet retreat with a boot, "Let us stop pretending, mon amor. No turning back now."

At long last, his soft lips reunited with yours. You could feel yourself instantly melting from this contact- even whimpering from how his hands traveled through the tracks of your spine then his palms spread to the shape of your hips. The marksman was more than eager to kiss you, refusing to let you go and forcing his mouth on yours whenever you attempt to catch a breather. His need for you was no denying, and your mind was empty to even decide on how to equally return what he was giving you. You simply settled by grinding your hips on his as you clutch his shirt's collar.

He gasped a moan from how you rubbed yourself on his hard-on. Chamber did not admit to being a masochist, but this agony was far too pleasing. He'd whip out his erection and rail you right then and there, but he'd endure just a little more to at least get a taste. After flooding you with kisses, his hands departed from your sides to the inside of your top, cupping your chest. His hands felt rough on your soft skin, but the way he fondled your breasts and flicked through your hardened nipples was like handling something delicate. You wanted to moan loudly, but even with the door locked, privacy wasn't guaranteed. The only thing you managed to do was suck onto Chamber's neck, hard enough to leave a hickey. Lucky for you he didn't fight back; his head even leaned to the side so you could better mark the base of his neck.

Sealing it with a sultry kiss, you admired the work of art you left on his skin, a pulsing purple on top of his golden radianite tattoo. Chamber's foggy eyeglasses rested unevenly on the bridge of his nose as he admired the passionate glimmer in your eyes. You responded by cupping his cheeks with your bare hands, staring him down then fixing his specs, "See? It isn't so hard to relax, yeah?"

The thudding outside became louder than before, the echoing of footsteps getting closer to the workshop heated with lust. You pulled yourself off of him with your hands on his shoulders, "That was a good time, monsieur. Maybe let's-"

You were abruptly cut off by Chamber capturing your body, locking you between his stretched arms as you were forced to sit on the edge of his desk. Your hands gripped the collars of his vest, anchoring yourself to avoid squashing his blueprints. The noise outside evolved to knocks on the steel door. You heard Neon's thick voice, "Hey KJ, you there? Why's this locked?"

Chamber grabbed your chin and brought your attention back to him, "I won't condone interruptions. The dare isn't done yet." And once again, your lips were laced onto each other. The exchange this time was much more fervid, with his hand raising and squeezing your right thigh so his clothed sex could grind yours. You let out little moans, aware that the agent outside might hear but couldn't help yourself.

The banging on the door persisted, "KJ hellooo? I just need to ask you something about my favor."

"Tsk." Chamber slipped off his vest, discarding it onto his chair's headrest. His hand made quick work to loosen his necktie and remove it, crumpling it into a ball and then stuffing it inside your mouth. "Quiet now. She won't be leaving any sooner."

A muffled hiss slipped out of your gagged mouth as your body was rotated to face his desk, your hands clawing onto its margin. His arms snaked around your waist, one hand digging to the inside of your pants to stroke your wet sex and the other ringing around your neck. Your saliva was staining his velvety silk tie, with a few excess trickling down your chin. Chamber affirmed he was doing a precise job driving you crazy when he felt wetness drip onto his choking hand. Of course, he wasn't left out- the tent of his pants was rubbing onto your ass. The restraint he established over you was making you roll your eyes from ecstasy, along with the thrill of being caught in action.

Once he felt that you were slick enough from the juices that stained his hand, he pulled down your pants, flipping you to lie on his desk with your horny expression visible to his feral eyes. "To damn with these blueprints, mon coeur. I want to fuck you right here."

The only response you managed was the flutter of your lashes while he unbuttoned his pants, exposing his sexy V-line and hard cock. He was long and big, enough to make you question whether he'd fit in your hole or not, but if only you could talk, you'd taunt him to drill it into you without second thoughts.

Chamber grunted as he entered your hungry hole. You felt your soul leave your body when he started moving, pain and pleasure mixing as his length molded your insides. Your body slid up and down the tabletop the more he kept his pace, so his hands buckled your hips for you to stay still and for him to better savor your walls massaging his dick, "You feel so good, I cannot stop."

You violently shook your head to tell him to keep going as you raised your arms to clutch the desk's frame that's at the same level as your head. You wouldn't want him to stop, either; you wanted him to use you to his desire's content. The message was successfully relayed, his hips pounding you more with your skins slapping onto each other. There were another set of knocks on the door, this time with Neon yelling for Killjoy's name. Before your head shifted to the intruder's direction, Chamber swiftly grabbed your cheeks with one strong hand and brought you back to him, "Behave and keep your eyes on me."

Your insides became wetter from his assertion. He never missed in feeding your sexual appetite, so it's only fair to return the favor by making him even weaker to your presence. Your one hand raised your shirt to expose and tease your nipple, showcasing how delectable you were in front of him as your other hand stretched your entrance even more for his cock's better access. Chamber bit his lower lip and loosened his shirt's first two buttons, struggling to maintain his dominance from how you tempted him with your body. Even in the midst of intercourse, you still contested him, and it was turning him on much more.

His desk creaked, like it was close to collapsing from how intense he rocked your body. Your head was falling onto the opposite edge of his desk, and you were getting dizzier from the blood rising. You didn't mind it though since the marksman compensated by smothering your legs that rested on top of his shoulders with the rightful loving they deserve.

Neon had given up from pursuing entry, "I'll come back later, I guess." Her footsteps were fading away from the room, marking this your chance to be free from the gag he forced onto your mouth. Your chest heaved from the sharp inhales you did, but Chamber rid you of a well-deserved break when he let you go and whirled your body once again to lay your stomach on the surface. Without warning, his dick invaded your swollen hole, penetrating you deeper than before. "Fuck, Chamber," you mouthed with a sting as you felt his entirety even better in this position.

"I'm close, so you better keep still and be good," he grunted as his hips smacked yours. You smirked, speaking in between muted moans, "If I weren't good... then you wouldn't even get this close to cumming, monsieur."

"Mon Dieu," was the last comprehensible phrase he uttered before the room was fogged by the unison of your erotic noises. You covered your mouth with both hands as you came, legs quivering and arms shuddering from the pulsating wave of orgasm. Chamber followed, decorating your back with warm strings of his semen. He sighed heavily, admiring the work of art he left on your body that he finally claimed for his own. Kisses peppered your shoulders before you heard the zip of his pants and the clack of his heels as he approached the nearby sink for a clean sheet of tissue. He was sweet for wiping your back with such gentleness and care- even helping you put on your underwear and pants again.

"I'm sorry for your blueprints," you said with a hand on his cheek once you faced towards him.

He leaned to your touch, kissing the base of your palm, "It's fine. Help me fix them, hm? That way, I get to spend more time with you and know you even better."

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zirawrites · 1 year

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what about the fallout 4 companions cheating on sole?

Cait: Cait followed Sole as they packed their bags; an unreadably blank expression making their lover seem more machine than human. “Sole, I dunno what got into me. You didn’t deserve that. At least believe me when I say it wasn’t to hurt you.” When Sole continued to ignore her, Cait covered her face in shame. “I’d forgotten why we fell in love. Or maybe I was ignoring it. Just... please, tell me what you’re thinking.”

Curie: Curie wasn’t aware of every social etiquette, but it didn’t take an actual human to understand cheating was wrong. She futilely wiped the hot tears on her cheeks as Sole looked at her with pure astonishment. “I am so ashamed, my love. I cannot even ask for your forgiveness.” Curie let out an undignified snivel. “What we have... I cannot bear to think I threw it all away. I feel so incredibly, unbearably stupid.”

Danse: Danse was a soldier, and every great soldier knows how to follow rules. Stay within boundaries. Respect their peers. Danse was sick with himself when Sole confronted him about being unfaithful. He felt even less of a man than when he’d discovered he was a synth. He felt like nothing at all. “Sole, forgive me. I was misguided. They were a mistake. You are all who matters.” When Sole turned away, Danse hung his head. “I understand. I was a fool to even consider you’d still want me around.”

Deacon: Deacon had done a lot of shitty things in his life. But screwing over his partner? Someone he considered his best and only friend? He was too cowardly to lower his glasses and expose the tears welling in his eyes. “I’ve lied a lot, but trust me when I say you are the love of my life, Sole. I’ll do anything to gain your confidence again.” But Deacon knew he’d already lost Sole when they crossed their arms and folded into themselves. They were as alone and scared as the day they stumbled into HQ.

Hancock: “Shit, Sunshine. I wanted you to hear it from me.” Hancock knew gossip spread through Goodneighbor like wildfire. He was almost as disappointed in himself for not stopping it as he was disgusted with himself for cheating on Sole; the best damn thing to ever happen to him. “I could go on about how it was chems or booze or peer pressure, but the truth is I was a selfish asshole. I let the love of my life go because of my own fucking actions. Trust me, losing you will haunt me for the hundreds of years I’ll be walking this earth.”

MacCready: MacCready didn’t know why he strayed from Sole. They had chased the Gunners off his back. Saved his son from a horrible, painful death. Took down the Institute and brought the Commonwealth out of its Dark Ages. He’d never done anything half as altruistic, yet Sole saw something in him MacCready still couldn’t recognize. Until they discovered he had cheated, of course. He watched Sole blink back tears, and his own eyes began to well like a small child being reprimanded. “Shit, Sole. I’m so...” He turned away. He couldn’t stomach looking at them. “Damn it. Damn it, Sole. I just... I don’t even deserve you.”

Preston: Preston was the one who admitted to cheating. He sat them down and explained how a drunken celebration at the Castle turned into something steamy and shameful. Then he answered all of Sole’s questions, only starting to cry when they asked if he ever loved them. “Of course I love you, Sole. And I’ll never forgive myself for losing you.”

Piper: “Blue, wait!” Piper chased Sole up the stairs as they walked through Diamond City. “It was a mistake. A stupid, stupid mistake. And I completely regret it.” Sole was more intent on watching the gates open than listening to Piper’s pleas. “Can we talk about it? I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Just...” Her voice cracked. “Don’t leave me, Blue.”

Nick: “Breaking your heart will be the biggest regret of my life.” Nick didn’t try to convince Sole to stay. He was mature enough to understand just how badly he’d hurt them. And that Sole deserved better. “Take care of yourself, Sole. You deserve a hell of a lot better than me.”

X6-88: X6 had never been so embarrassed in his life. He knew how important Sole was not just to the Institute, but himself as well. They were his first love, and most definitely would be his only. “I’m ashamed of my actions, Sole.” He took off his glasses in a rare show of affection. “I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me. Though I know I do not deserve it.”

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 reactions #why do you all hate sole!!!!#just imagining deacon and maccready cheating on sole made my heart hurt #my readers are monsters but damn do i love angst #maccready #nick valentine #deacon #paladin danse #cait fallout 4 #curie fallout 4 #x6-88 #piper wright #preston garvey #hancock

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I don’t usually write for oc stuff but for @u7m0th3r I’m making the exception for. I apologise in advance if it’s shit because I absolutely have no charm what so ever. 🦦

‘Woo! Another successful mission, wouldn’t you say Pav?’ Sam asked her partner as they returned to HQ before deciding to rid herself of her mask.

‘You were so cool back there Sam! I think we might’ve made history with how fast we captured that anomaly.’ Pav praised as he too took of his mask. Sam only shrugs, ‘eh, I wouldn’t say that, I mean sure we clipped the bastards wings and brought him down the old fashioned way, but even if we did Miguel would never tell us because he’d be too but hurt to admit it.’ The dynamic duo had to stop themselves from laughing once they caught sight of Miguel walking by but Sam couldn’t help and lean down to her friends ear to whisper, ‘he’s got the face of a slapped arse, that or he’s looks like he’s been sucking on lemons and the wind changed.’

Pavitr spluttered and it had drawn Miguel’s attention a little too easily, so Sam improvised and clamped a hand over his mouth and met Miguel’s eyes, ‘what was that?’ He asked. ‘What was what, I didn’t hear anything, did you Pav?’ Sam asked and Pavitr made a noise of agreement behind her hand. ‘Then why’s your hand covering his mouth?’ Miguel asked, his brow raised and his hands on his hips, unimpressed. Sam and Pavitr looked at each other before looking back at Miguel, ‘you sure are very inquisitive today Miguel,’ Sam began, ‘but I assure you it’s nothing about you.’ Miguel raised his brows in skepticism but he had too much to indulge such childish antics and decided it be best to let it be and went back to his conversation with Ben Riley, though not without shooting the pair one last look.

Sam and Pavitr didn’t take any second chances and made their way elsewhere within the lounge that put a safe distance between them and Miguel. ‘Well that was extremely close.’ Pavitr said aloud the moment Sam removed her hand from his mouth. ‘Yeah a little too close if you ask me.’ Sam added, staring down at Pavitr when she says this, hands crossed over her chest. ‘Why are you looking at me for!’ He exclaimed which only proved in making Sam smile as she extended a hand to gently nudge him. ‘I’m only taking the piss Pav, Miguel needs to lighten up now and then and stop taking himself and this multiverse thing so seriously, like at lease cracks joke or two about it Christ!’ Pavitr was about to say something when a familiar voice called from behind them.

‘You can say that again.’ Gwen replied as she and Miles joined Sam and Pavitr before being joined by Hobie whom Sam had heard loads about from Pavitr, Gwen and Miles but had never had the fortune to meet until now; Needless to say Hobie didn’t disappoint, he was a strapping lad who pretty much towered over everyone -except for Sam who was 6’0- with his height of about 6’3 , 6’5 with the platform boots, accompanied by a British accent that was to die for. ‘How’d the mission go.’ Miles asked and Sam straightened up her posture before giving the boy one of her smuggest grins, ‘it was a piece of piss, besides,’ her eyes then darted to Hobie, ‘I believe you’ve yet to introduce me to mr tall and handsome over here.’

Hobie, who had been leaning against the wall, dragged himself back to reality when he noticed how everyone was staring at him. ‘What? Why you lot staring at me for. I ain’t done nothing.’ He asked but Gwen was quick with the swift introductions, ‘Hobie, this is Sam. Sam this is Hobie.’ Sam smiled as she casually leant on the wall next to Hobie as he watched her with his typically neutral face, but his pretty brown eyes held curiosity within them. ‘Well Hobie, it’s nice to finally put a name to the face after hearing so much about you.’ Sam starts as she lets her eyes take in the magnificence before her of the perfectly sculptured male before her; As if she didn’t already like what she saw, then she was defiantly was when given the opportunity to get up close and personal. ‘How come I’ve never seen you here before until now?’

Hobie shrugs his shoulders, ‘I’m just looking out for my Friends is all.’ He gestured towards Pav, Miles and Gwen. ‘Anyways you ain’t gonna catch me here all that often unless it’s out of my own free will because I’m not going to abided by someone else’s rules like some obedient lap dog.’ He told truthfully and free of fear, which was an admirable trait to have, especially when your boss was Miguel, who threw out of proportion fits of anger like some sort of overgrown child. ‘But going back to the topic of not meeting sooner, what’s you’re deal?’

‘Same as yours, protecting my reality and going on a shit ton of missions to persevere the multiverse as Miguel puts it so eloquently, so my hands have been tied for a meet and greet.’ Sam explained, her eyes once again not so subtly skimming over him once more. Normally someone would be in denial for doing the same thing but Sam wasn’t one to act coy in the face of wanting something, and instead made it her goal in making it glaringly obvious that she was very much interested; it saves her from the unnecessary bullshit that often comes with being interested in someone. ‘However, had it been you then I suppose I could’ve made an exception.’ She adds on flirtatiously, winking for effect before bringing her attention to the instrument strapped to Hobie’s back.

‘I see that you’re a musician.’ Sam gestures to his back. ‘I’m betting with those calloused fingers that your pretty popular with the girls?’ It didn’t take much for anyone with a brain to get what Sam was insinuating as either Pavitr, Gwen, Miles or all three had began to splutter and cough in tandem. Hobie on the other hand, didn’t seem at all fazed by this as Sam could only assume that this probably wasn’t the first time he’s heard that. ‘If by popular you mean staging un permitted political action and antagonising fascists, then yeah, I guess I’m ‘popular.’ Hobie says, adjusting his his guitar by the strap that rap diagonally across his upper body. Before Sam could open her mouth, Pavitr interrupts by bounding up to her and Hobie.

‘I hate to break up this compelling conversation with certain undertones between you two, but me and Sam have got another mission assigned to us just as of right now. So we better get going before Miguel chases us down himself.’ He said with a grimace at the thought and Sam could only sigh internally at the unfortunate timing but knew that she plans for the next time she and Hobie come across one another; For she wasn’t one to back down from a challenge so easily. She was determined to see Hobie at the very least show some reaction towards her flirting, even if it was just by a little it would still be an accomplishment none the less. ‘Then we better be heading off while we still have the chance to live.’ Sam joked, earning herself a few chuckles before adding under her breath, ‘I swear Miguel is on his man period 24/7. The perks of being one of the better SpiderWoman on the force.’

‘See you guys later!’ Pavitr said as he and Sam bid their friends a farewell before looking at Sam with a smirk once they were out of sight. ‘What?’ Sam asked.

Pavitr shrugs, ‘oh nothing, just finding your attempts of flirting with Hobie amusing.’

Sam groans as she lightly shoved him away. ‘Fuck off, he was so totally into me.’

‘Oh yeah, so into you that he couldn’t express it.’ Pavitr joked and Sam could only glare at him. ‘It’ll happen Pav, mark my words because one I will win over that handsome bastard.’

‘I didn’t say you wouldn’t.’ Pavitr defended himself by raising his hands, ‘but the whole calloused fingers comment wasn’t your best work.’

‘I was running out of shit to say! Cut me some slack!’ Sam exclaimed.

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Conflicted feelings || Ghost x Fm!reader

Summary:

You and ghost have been working for a while now, you work well as a team however you both have an issue that is clearly easier said than done

Tags: Comfort, wouldn't say enemies to lovers but you and ghost never had a stable friendship, fluff, confessions, cuddling, support, undiscussed trauma surrounding thunderstorm ・❥・Masterlist

"Just fucking great!" Ghost mumbles angrily as nothing but silence fills the radio. You two are stuck in the abandoned shack until morning. The storm raging on outside. You had no way of getting back to base with the severity. Only a fool would consider stepping out in this. The mission was over and you managed to steal the intel but with the current weather situation, HQ had gone silent on you two. Leaving you both with no choice but to find safe and security in an abandoned small house, engulfed by the forest.

"Calm down Ghost we'll be fine." You retort back, not wanting to deal with a moody lieutenant making the whole situation worse than it already is.

"Don't start, Y/n..." He stares at you. His brown eyes behind his mask glaring at you. You can see parts of his mask glisten as the rain drips from it.

"Just saying... Getting angry isn't gonna help us... Best we can do is just wait this shit storm. We'll try again in the morning." You sigh and shake off your bag but keeping your rifle at hand in case of any situation that may still spring you to action, your hand resting lightly on the stock. It's cold metal caressing the palm of your hand. You hear a loud sigh as Ghost finds a spot and settles against a broken chair, its wood in splinters.

"Guess I'll take first watch then... Mind passing me your flashlight?" He said with annoyance, not exactly happy with everything. You just nod solemnly before grabbing your flashlight from your utility belt and chucking it to him. He catches it and looks it over before turning it on and off.

"Don't break it like you did with yours..." You lean up against the cold wall of the shack. The coldness of the grey walls sending a slight shiver down your spine. It's not exactly the most comfortable spot but you can't complain since you could be in a much worse scenario.

"I'll wake you up in 3 hours..." Ghost reminds you. His voice still filled with agitation.

"Goodnight ghost..." You tried to at least calm the tension, the strom already making you feel anxious and you hate sleeping on a bad note.

"Whatever just go to sleep." His voice was cold, clearly not wanting to make small talk. You decided not to comment however as you closed your eyes.

The room was silent for a while, apart from the howling off the wind and and the rain crashing on the grass outside. Ghost never bothered checking if you was asleep as his eyes was fixated on the door. He was on edge, sitting completely still.

Until the common sound of thunder broke through like a hot knife through butter and you was jolted awake. Your eyes adjusting and your heart began to race. You was never a fan of thunderstorms.

"It's just a bit of thunder, go back to sleep..." Ghost was aware that you was awake. His gaze never lifting from the door.

"I...I can't." You felt yourself begin to shake as a flash suddenly lightened up the room. Your heart now racing.

"What do you mean you can't? It's just some thunder. You're fine." Ghost almost laughs , his head shaking. Thunder follows along and you mind races. Your hands now shaking and your breath is begin to become faster.

"Ghost... I... I-" Another flash interrupts you and you let out a gasp, closing your eyes to block it out. This time ghost turns to you and notices the state your in.

"It'll pass..." He wasn't the best at providing support but he couldn't just ignore you. You let out a loud gasp as you now struggle to breath. Another echoing boom sends you into a spiral of anxiety and your head gets dizzy. You suddenly grip onto your vest, trying to stop suffocating. Ghost's mood instantly switches and he immediately rushes to your side. He helps you out of the vest and he looks at you.

"Y/n... I'm gonna need you to breath for me." His voice is stren yet light enough to come off as concerned. You just nod in reply, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Ghost watches on, his eyes on yours.

"In and out... Just take it nice and slow." He knows exactly how you feel right now as you continue to panic. Seeing you like this has completely changed Simons cold hard demeanor, at least for now.

Another flash breaks away and you feel yourself getting worse.

"Stay right their I'm gonna grab some water..." He's about to get up but you grip his hand, he flinches a little but he doesn't move away.

"Sorry..." You suddenly let go, knowing ghost doesn't like to be touched and you just pushed that boundary. All you need right now is to be held and comforted but with Ghost you knew that was virtually impossible. He was never the type to give out a hug or to pat your shoulder, knowing physical contact was a problem for him. It was one of the first things you learnt about him and despite the fact that you two aren't always seeing eye to eye, you respected that rule.

"Tis ok." His voice is a little rugged, a blush forming under his mask. This time the contact didn't scare him or panic him, it sent a whole new different feeling for him. He craved more.

"Do... Do you want me to hold you?" He catches you off guard. The question sending you into a complete wave of questions. Although his gaze on you reads a thousand words as to reassure you that he's deadly serious.

"It's alright if you prefer to... Be alone..." He adds, not wanting to make you uncomfortable with the idea. Although ghost wants nothing more now to just feel that sudden warm feeling he just experienced moments ago.

"Uhm... S-sure..." You still shake from the anxiety and he nods. He begins to take his vest off and you realise that he's getting distracted.

"Your supposed to be on outlook-" BOOM. The clap shakes the ground and you let out a small cry, hands fidgeting the hem of your shirt as you desperately try to distract yourself.

"Not when you're like this..." He sits down beside you and he picks you up with ease, like you as light as a newborn baby. He places you on his lap and his arms engulf you into a tight but gentle embrace. This new side of ghost makes your mind suddenly race. Was you completly wrong about ghost all this time? Did he actually have a heart beneath the cold layers.

He just sits their with you in his arms, his hands making small circles in your flesh. The sensation sending your heart to flutter. It's almost like he's done this before, you immediately get a wave of guilt. You laugh silently to yourself at it as its stupid since you and ghost was just squad mates. After all, he showed no interest of actually wanting to understand you better, to know your ins and outs as a person. Never taking an interest to find out what you are as a person. To each other you were just strangers, although you felt differently about it. You couldn't deny the fact that you have slowly fallen in love with the masked man who was your superior who some how has you safe and secured in his arms. It was only time before the stone cold killer; who's famously known to be as quick as he is deadly at his job, had you wrapped around his finger.

Every time you wanted to get closer, he'd shut you out. Never allowing you into his life, yet you still don't understand why out of all that you believe, he's suddenly changed.

"Fucking hell... I've been wanting to do this for ages." He breaks the silence and looks down at you. "You feel so... Warm..."

You look up at him and you see his eyes smiling at you, instead of being the hard emotionless stare your always expecting, his gaze is soft as his eyes meet yours. You blush a light pink and he takes a deep breath. You feel his chest rise and fall as he does so.

"Suppose I have some explaining to do..." He senses your wandering mind.

"You bet your ass you do." You retort in a playful tone. Light but just enough to help the flow of the situation.

"I'm sorry for... Being so hard on you. I never intended for you to feel like I don't care. I really don't know what to say, never really had to...say how I feel." He clears his throat, his hands dropping from yours as you notice hes struggling.

"Take your time ghost..." You reassure him.

"I never hated you, y/n. The only reason I acted the way you did because I didn't want you to get hurt, I still don't but the more I deny my feelings the more our... Bond is gonna get wounded and I can't do that to you. I tried to get you to stay away, but like a dog chasing a ball you always came back, trying so hard to keep up. For the first time in my life you didn't see me as some... Monster. You wasn't scared of me. All my life I've been leading up until I met you has always been solo. I was to scared to trust people, to always fight alone. Trust was and is still hard for me to give out, but there's just something about you... Your different than anyone else. You have a heart that I wish I had." His words are full of sincerity. His eyes telling you all that you need to know.

"I will admit I was wrong about you. You always used to shelter yourself from everything, all I wanted was for us to get along. I just don't understand why out of everything you decide to finally speak up now." You keep your eyes on his, he brings a hand to cup your face, his finger stroking your cheek. Your heart soars for the longing it's been wanting. You have wanted nothing more than this moment.

"Because the people closest to me always get hurt... I was just protecting you. You don't understand how hard it was for me to keep away from you. All I wanted was for me to open up to you and tell you how I feel but I was chained back by my own walls. Afraid of scaring you off and losing the person that I only care for in this gods forsaken world." He says with an almost protective tone, this ghost is completely different to the one you knew 10 minutes ago.

"You know I could never hate you Ghost-"

"Simon..." He interrupts you.

"Huh?" You look at him puzzled.

"No more Ghost... Please call me Simon." He strokes a finger under your eye, his eyes glued to your gaze, taking in every single detail about your face like it's the last time. "You're so beautiful..." He murmurs, bringing your face to his. His breath blowing softly onto your skin. Your breath catches and you feel your cheeks bloom a rose red. Emotions swell within you and your heart enlarges with the feelings. You move a hand to cup his own face, the smooth texture of his balaclava rubbing along the palm of your hand. You feel the muscles of his face move as he smiles at you, his hazel eyes piercing yours. With a sudden movement he removes the bottom of his mask, revealing his soft brown lips. You can see a scar just below his cheek, his own a cherry colour. Your heart is in your hands as he traces a finger against your own lips. Delicate but just enough to send sparks of passion through you.

"I want to kiss you...." He whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. He's hesitant, waiting for you to answer.

"Then stop wasting time and kiss me you idiot." You blurt out, your mind having zero filter as your mind is a racing roller-coaster, but it's to late to apologise as ghost already closes the gap and his lips are on yours. They are warm and wet as kisses you with a sudden fire, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. He cups a hand around your head and another on your waist as reply. His kisses send your heart into a frantic rhythm as you both melt into each others embrace. Your soul soaring above the clouds as you have been waiting for this moment for so long. You have no plans to stop now and neither does Ghost.

He pulls away and you don't realise how out of breath you are until you come to your senses.

"Notice how the storms passed..." Ghost can't help but stare at you. You've been so caught up with you both confessing to each other you completely forgot about the strom.

"Oh..." Is all you're able to form. Your heart still racing.

"Are you... Ok... With everything?" Ghosts voice is tinted with worry slightly.

"OK? I've never felt so... Happy in my life. Of course I'm ok with everything. Are you?" You need to know that what just happened wasn't a lie.

"I'm more than ok... So...i don't usually ask but I'll say this instead. Would you like to be mine? I'll be yours is you so wish." His tone is gentle as he smiles, he wants nothing more than for you to be his.

"I'll gladly be yours... Always." You snuggle into him and you listen to the soft thadump oh his heart. He wraps his arms around you, securing yourself in his embrace. He leans down to kiss your head lightly. You feel euphoric as to what's happend, your haunted questions are now forever put to rest as you just lay their in complete silence in Simons arms. The man who you knew was tough and ice cold actually has a soft spot after all.

"Get some rest... I'll be here." He rubs your back softly, his hand trialing back and forth along your spine.

"Goodnight Simon..." You try again but this time it's not as bitter as the one you said earlier.

"Goodnight y/n... Sleep well." He whispers softly against your ear as you slowly fall into a peaceful slumber and with that, you both hold onto each other as you sleep. Knowing that this is just the start of your journey together, finally feeling at ease.

#simon x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty #ghost cod #fanfic #cod fluff #Cod

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Now that I'm thinking about it, why doesn't any of the 7th Division recognize Teru? Shouldn't they be like "hey wasn't this the kid that kicked our asses like 3 years ago, and we should try kidnapping him again?" My headcanon sequence of events:

Claw's 7th Division is established in Seasoning City. There's lot of jostling for power among the Scars, so there's a high turnover rate and things are very disorganized (as if this ever stopped lol)

A Scar hears about this little psychic boy and orders their goons to take him in for brainwashing

Tiny baby 10 year old Hanazawa Teruki beats the shit out of the Claw goons.

Oh what a coincidence, this occurs around the same time as the Ritsu Incident… because narrative parallels that's why

(This experience with Claw later inspires Teru to become the Urabancho when some delinquents try to bully him during his first year in junior high and he bullies them back, because he wants underlings too damn it. Although it probably just accidentally happened like with Mob and Onigawara)

The Scar loses their standing due to this hilarious failure to obtain a tiny child, and either flees via branch transfer or more likely, dies from the infighting. Claw politics are vicious y'all. But what about the goons? They're probably all dead too.

Except for one. Someone who was smart enough to run away when things got out of hand. Someone who has been with Claw since the beginning, and didn't survive this long without some good instincts. Someone who now viscerally understands the difference between a Natural esper and anyone else. This guy:

It's motherfucking Gen-san everyone

Anyways back to the timeline:

7th Division moves on because they don't actually care about expanding, they only care about their own standing. All the 7th Division Scars we see in canon have no idea who Hanazawa Teruki is. However, they know enough to send actual espers to get any future kids, because the goons are incompetent

7th Division Arc happens, and everyone scatters. Most of the goons return to normal society, but some just showed up at another branch a few weeks later.

World Dom Arc begins

But wait! If the data from the 7th Division never got back to HQ, then how did Claw know who to go after during World Dom? There are two possibilities:

The boring, probably canon one: Shou, knowing that this information was going to his father regardless of him, snitches! However, he then made sure that anyone sent after the targets would be weak.

My more fun headcanon: I don't think Shou would snitch on Teru or Reigen without making sure that they would escape unharmed, and he only had plans for the Kageyama household. But if Shou didn't snitch, then who did? I vote this guy:

The flame guy that Teru sent into a wall!

Probably what happened was that Touichirou sent his most annoying upper echelon Claws to eliminate any potential esper threats in Seasoning City; aka whoever took down the 7th Division. These Claws took one look at Reigen's website, saw his Twitter mentions, and was like lol this guy's a fake. But as a reward for his useful information, Flame guy gets to set fire to Reigen's office. No one had the presence of mind to go after Reigen's apartment despite him being doxxed already.

And the Claw that went after Teru? Well, he's one to hold grudges, and he never forgot the little psychic boy that utterly humiliated him and got him chased out of the 7th Division.

#SIKE #I definitely spent way too long thinking about this #but honestly I don't think canon directly contradicts any of this #nor do I care lol #hanazawa teruki #gen-san #7th division #claw #mp100 #mp100 meta #enpr-ss

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7, 12, 26?

7. unpopular ship/s you like

Ah….. I have no sense whatsoever for popularity. Off the top of my head:

Fia/Rogier (Divorced) [Elden Ring]

Come on. The opposing motives, the falling out, the repression and release, the realization he’s being used. Not that he wasn’t trying to use her to some extent, probably.

Facade vs Facade. 10/10

Shinya Voss/ (informant) Spacefarer [Starfield]

HEAR ME OUT! Let me paint a picture here:

Shinya Voss: The Evil Space Pirate’s ultimate money man. A man who committed a gruesome act of loyalty, who submitted to having a bomb implanted in his chest to keep him in line. He’s integral to the faction’s success—therefore, he can never slip up. Never show doubt. Never give anyone the impression that he’s got second thoughts. It would be a death sentence if someone questioned his loyalty.

So when you meet him, he has this demeanor of fierce, steely devotion.

(How much of it is real? How much of it is a survival mechanism?)(How much of his initial agreement was coercion? Or was it true loyalty, secretly lost over the years?) (The game never tells us.)

And then there’s the player character: caught and arrested while stealing for what is ultimately supposed to be a just cause. But while in custody, the player is forced into the informant role.

Mission: take these pirates down from the inside.

A suicide mission, as far as everyone around you is concerned. And yet, the player quickly becomes the rising star of the faction. And then, its ultimate downfall.

The HQ is surrounded by authorities, and it’s all gone to shit. You can talk to Shinya in this final mission. He starts all calm and cool, his villainous monologue ready to go, but then he drops the act. He begs you to get him out. Find the remote controls of the bomb in his chest, and disable it, before he’s used to send them all to hell.

It’s somewhat implied that this is the first time he’s been honest in a long, long time.

Both he and the player are made violent tools of greater, conflicting interests. I find that dynamic compelling. I like to imagine after getting the bomb disabled, as the rest of the base is being secured, the Spacefarer and he just. Slip through everyone’s fingers. They fuck off and drop off everyone’s radar entirely :)

BUT ANYWAY.

What were we talking about again?

12. quotes you like?

Answered here!

26. moment where you think the fandom did a character dirty

Nothing specific is coming to mind at the moment, so I’ll go broad. And….. Hah, you’re not going to like me for this, anon. No one’s gonna like me for this. Regardless:

As your (un) local joyless fuck, for me, it’s gotta be anytime a character gets “smoll bean”-ified. You know, where:

“Character X…… he just. He cares so much????? He’s sweet???? He’s just a cinnamon roll actually???? Guys his nuance and unique situational experience has been flattened and generalized so I can relate to him and/or find him morally acceptable to like?????????🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰”

Like, sometimes…… a motherfucker just isn’t friend-shaped. You shouldn’t have to feel like you gotta reframe him as someone who is. Sometimes he’s jagged and angry and spiteful. Why sand those edges down? Sad!

Sorry. I know posts like that are probably from teenagers, so it really isn’t some great crime. I’m sure they fill everyone with warm, happy, wholesome emotions, or whatever. I don’t think there should be less of them, or that liking them makes you bad, etc etc etc, disclaimer disclaimer disclaimer. They’re just a part of the ecosystem.

…They do drive me up the wall, though XD

Thanks for the ask anon! Sorry to keep you waiting! 💚

#Sorry everyone. I said what I said #I am not known for cultivating warm fuzzy feelings on this blog to be fair. If you want cozy you’re in the wrong place I’m afraid.#this is Wiremother territory lol #hare answers #hare posts #ask game

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years

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Hey, I read your fic /drabble(?) About the HQ boys when they find out that reader's suicidal. Could you do one that includes Kuroo and anyone else you feel like, if you want to?

I sure can!

I’m very proud of you for going this far. I truly hope that you’re feeling better.

Please feel free to ask me for anything you might need.

CW UNDER THE CUT: Su1cidal reader.

𝑇𝑒𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜

You had never expected Kuroo to come into your life… let alone save it.

It had all began on the first day of your third year, chemistry class.

“Um… hi. I’m (Y/N). I just moved to this school.” You sheepishly said to your table partner.

“Good morning!” The black-haired male chirped softly, “My name is Kuroo, Kuroo Tetsuro.” He offered you his hand.

You smiled and shook the hand presented to you. “So, what’s life like at Nekoma?” you asked to keep the conversation moving.

“I can’t say I have anything to complain about. I’m the captain of the boy’s volleyball club, I’ve made tons of friends because of it, and classes are always amazing.” He replied with his signature smile and a thumbs up.

“Volleyball, eh? I should come watch one of your matches.” You beamed him a grin this time around, “And classes… what are our teachers like?”

“It could be biased, but I hear our Sensei for chemistry is fantastic. I bet the two of us will have a fantastic year as partners.”

And the rest was history. You and Tetsuro became fast friends. From labs, to shared classes, to volleyball matches, your bond only seemed to tighten.

Unfortunately, life started to hit the gutter for you. Multiple things seemed to happen and affect you negatively, and the weight was like a ton of bricks.

But, you kept a smile on your face and trudged on. You couldn’t let anyone know, especially your best friend.

All seemed to be well, until he was at your home for the first time.

“Oh wow! You live in such a lovely place!” Kuroo beamed as he placed his school bag down.

“It’s home.” You chimed in reply, locking the front door behind you. You were home alone, so it seemed fitting to stay safe.

“Say, (Y/N)? Do you have any pretzels? That’s the best study snack.” He chimed as he dipped in and out of rooms.

“Maybe! If we do, I’ll grab them. I’ll check real quick.” You replied with a smile, “Get settled wherever you wanna study.”

Your best friend grabbed his bag and retreated off to another side of your home. While you searched the cupboard for his favorite snack, Kuroo explored the rest of your home.

When he reached your room, curiosity overtook him. He opened the door to see how you decorated your bedroom. He smiled as he saw how much your personality flowed in the four walls.

His attention was grabbed by a piece of paper on your desk. It was dirtied by what he presumed was water stains. He let his eyes wander among the page…

You had found some pretzels in the back of your pantry. While checking the date, you felt a heavy weight fall onto you. The weight was warm, wrapped around you, and- sniffling…?

“(Y/N)…”

“Wh- Tetsuro?? Are you alright?” You turned to him and returned his hug. “What’s going on? Come talk to me.”

You took him by the hand and led him to the couch, where he then latched onto you again.

“Please don’t leave me.” He whispered as he hiccuped.

“What do you mean, Tetsu’?”

“I.. I read your note.”

You immediately tensed, eyes blown wide out of fear. “That was-“

“Don’t tell me it was a joke. Don’t tell me you didn’t mean it. I know you meant it.” He said as he stared at your glossy eyes.

“You don’t know that.” You whispered as tears began to flow into your eyes.

“But I do.” He rubbed your back gently, “You think I didn’t notice how your mood had changed over the past month? You’ve completely changed and it’s been worrying me.”

“God I feel like such a piece of shit. I’m sorry for making you worry.” You replied shakily, trying to pry yourself out of his hug.

“No. Stop that. Listen to me, please.” Kuroo begged, “You are my best friend, my world. I wouldn’t know what to do if I had lost you. Your life is valued by so many more people than me as well. We all love you more than you could ever understand.”

“You have so many things about you that just make me so friggin’ happy. I love your personality, I love your laugh and your smile, I love all of the absolutely awful science joke competitions we have, I love being your lab partner, I l-love how pas-passionate you are ab-out stuff y-you care about and-“

Kuroo had broken down once again, struggling through his words “God please… don’t leave me, (Y/N). I can’t do this without you…”

You finally returned your best friend’s hug, holding him close. “God damn it, Tetsuro… you know I hate seeing you cry.”

In a comfortable silence, the two of you sat as remaining tears started drying.

“Does that mean I convinced you to stay?” Kuroo asked with tiny sniffles.

“You did more than convince me. You made me want to stay.” You replied, brushing the stray hair out of his face. “Now, let’s put on a show or something. I can’t have you getting snot dribbles all over my chem homework.”

Tetsuro smiled as he moved his face to rub along your shoulder, inevitably staining your shirt.

“GAH! TETSURO KUROO!” You shrieked in disgust as your best friend took off running, “GET BACK HERE!”

When you had finally caught him, you tackled him into your bed. The two of you fell backwards, laughing heartily.

As for the letter? Long forgotten… until it would be burned later.

But first you had to get Kuroo back for goobering all over your shirt.

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spookyspaghettisundae · 4 months

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Nobody Laughed Anymore

Dusk turned to night over the Rocky Mountains. The clouds of the day’s overcast sky never cleared.

It was going to be a dark, starless night. As if to defy nature itself, tiny lights—white, yellow, green, and red—all glowed and blinked inside the cockpit and back cabin of Future Proof’s airlift. The deafening noise of rotors drowned out all conversation save for the tinny transmissions going back and forth over radio between the helmets of everybody aboard the chopper.

Mostly, Chloe Grant filled their closed circuit by asking questions, while the rest of the crew offered answers to the new recruit.

“Is there gonna be overtime pay for our away team investigating the Anomaly? On Christmas Eve?”

Pruitt, sitting in the cockpit at the controls with Sears, chuckled.

Ruiz, who was seated across from Grant, answered her. His grin was audible, even if the helmet’s visor concealed his expression.

“You really got fast-tracked into this job, huh, Graham? Bennett was supposed to brief you on accounting if Singh didn’t.”

“Name’s Grant. And I ain’t even met Bennett yet.”

Chloe Grant looked down at her operative suit. Of course Valentín Ruiz hadn’t gotten her name right. Unlike the other operatives with her in the back cabin, she was the only agent without a name tag on the fatigues. A blank Velcro bar marked her black-clad chest, a spot where the others’ names were legible.

Last update on the ETA to the drop zone?

Seven minutes.

Right next to Chloe sat the ever-quiet and burly Max Carter. He could have taken up two seats with his broad shoulders and bulk. For now, he rhythmically tapped the back of his EMD like he was listening to some music that nobody else could hear.

Next to Ruiz sat Natalya Mischchenko. She had let the others do a lot of the talking thus far, but it was immediately clear to Grant that Mischchenko took point in their squad.

“Animal control”, as Singh had introduced Mischchenko to her. Probably a hunter of sorts. Mischchenko clearly also knew her way around guns, though the weapons they all carried with a sling were nothing like Grant had ever trained to use. Too light, too small—more like toys, and outfitted with battery packs instead of regular ammunition supplies to weigh her down. They looked like a science fiction movie’s cartoonish idea of a firearm—silvered, black plastic, outfitted with flashlights and scopes, and with lots of switches and dials and little lights tacked on.

Despite the visors and helmets, Mischchenko had followed Grant’s gaze. She asked, “Do you know how to operate your EMD?”

“I don’t even know what the abbreviation stands for, ma’am,” Chloe answered.

“Call me Nat,” Mischchenko said. “Not ma’am.”

Pruitt chuckled again at the helm.

“Electro-Muscular Disruptor,” Ruiz said. “There are five types or models of the weapon to date. You’ll quickly get used to them as our primary platforms in the field.” He patted the long-barreled model slung in front of his chest. It was bigger than the one Singh had given Grant in Future Proof HQ’s armory. “This here is a Type-4. Bit heavier and bulkier than the new standard-issue Type-5 you’re stuck with on tonight’s tour, but it’s got way more range and power. In case we run into something like a T-Rex, y’know?”

“Shit,” Carter drawled out with disdain. He clicked his tongue. “It better not be a fuckin’ T-Rex.”

The circuit stewed on his comment. Nobody said anything.

Grant had so many more questions. Following the flow that night, she kept them coming.

“You had to put a T-Rex down before?”

“Nope,” Mischchenko said. “But word has it, the ARC in Britain dealt with one.”

“How the hell did anybody ever manage to keep that out of the news?”

Ruiz shrugged. “Ask Stantz. He’s Future Proof’s resident spin doctor. If the ARC’s got anybody half as good as him, who the hell knows what they’ve covered up?”

“Haven’t met him either,” Grant mumbled into her radio. “Yet.”

“Shit,” Carter repeated. “You really are fuckin’ new here. Did you sign on today or somethin’?”

Pruitt chuckled a third time.

“Affirmative,” Grant said. “Matter o’ fact, I did.”

“Shiiieeet,” Carter drawled out yet again. Everybody chuckled to that. “Real baptism by fire.”

“Speaking of which, you still haven’t answered my question, Grant,” Mischchenko said.

“What’s that?”

Mischchenko pointed to the EMD Type-5 slung in front of Grant.

“If that nerd, Singh, gave you a crash course in operating these.”

“He did not. But how hard can it be? Firearms safety first, aim the business end at hostiles, pull the trigger. Does that about cover it?”

Pruitt laughed heartily across the intercom.

“First off, we’re not supposed to ‘put down’ the dinos from Anomalies,” Mischchenko said. “Did Singh skip even telling you the Protocol?”

“I… I don’t even what that is,” Grant replied, sighing into her mic.

“Okay, Protocol first, then the operation of your EMD will click.”

Pruitt recovered from his laughter and spoke up, “Rule number one of the Protocol: preserve the timeline.”

“That’s damn right, Pruitt. Glad you still give a damn about any rules,” Mischchenko said, every syllable dripping with sarcasm. “Which leads us to rule number two: minimize temporal damage and prevent paradoxes.”

“And to do that, we have rule number three,” Ruiz chimed in. “Send any specimens from Anomaly incursions back to their original time. Alive, and as unharmed as possible.”

“Uhm, why would that matter, though? Don’t the dinos get wiped out by a meteor before the first humans are even born?” Grant asked.

“An asteroid,” Carter grumbled. “It was an asteroid.”

“God damn, look who’s been paying attention to Trémaux’s sermons,” Pruitt said with another chuckle.

“Yeah, whatever,” Mischchenko interjected. “To your question, Grant—any changes to the past can lead to cascading, disastrous effects in the present. Maybe a fossil isn’t found where it originally was, preventing a scientific breakthrough or discovery, and, before you know it, a whole bloodline of humans in the present vanishes from existence because, who knows, someone’s grandma never met her husband at a conference, or whatever. That… is why we stick to the rules.”

“Contain specimens from Anomalies if they cannot be sent back immediately,” Ruiz continued. “That’s rule number four. Sometimes, the Anomalies open up again. With a bit o’ luck, we can send ‘em back when that happens. That’s what Containment in the FOB is for.”

“The rest o’ the rules are kinda less important for our squad, more in the ballpark of the suits and lab coats,” Carter added.

“Negative, Carter,” Mischchenko said. “We always gather data from the Anomalies and incursions, secure evidence, and prevent public awareness to the best of our ability. Rules number five and six. Seven is damage control.”

“Damage control. Do I even wanna know?” Grant asked.

“We rarely reach ‘damage control’ on a tour,” Mischchenko said. “The ADS gets us on site, fast. And Stantz and his PR bla-bla, and Spencer with his connections tend to foster quick cleanups.”

“What happened at the stadium in Michigan,” Ruiz said, “that was ‘damage control’.”

“Friendly reminder unless you want a pay dock, we don’t talk about that incident,” Sears said. The pilot next to Pruitt glanced over his shoulder. A dark visor on his helmet concealed how he scanned the passengers in the back cabin, yet Chloe Grant sensed his burning gaze sweeping over her.

Mischchenko nodded. Carter nodded. Ruiz shrugged. Grant dared not drill for more on it.

At least not on her first day on the job.

“Ready for action, kids,” Pruitt said. “ETA zero. We’re at the drop zone, baby. Prepare for touchdown.”

“We’ll go over the EMD settings once we’re on the ground,” Mischchenko said with a nod to Grant.

Carabiners clicked, belts unbuckled, other straps pulled tight. The four former soldiers and hunter readied to disembark.

Cold winter air blasted into the cabin once Carter yanked the hatch open. Nylon ropes unfurled, and the squad in the back rappelled down from the black, unmarked helicopter.

Boots thumped down, snow crunched underneath them. Carter and Mischchenko set foot on the hill first, then Ruiz and Grant followed.

“Bring me a souvenir,” Pruitt said, chuckling into the microphone. Barely visible in the cockpit of the chopper above them, he performed a mock salute to send off the four operatives.

All the trees swayed and bent from the torrent of air the chopper was blasting down as it hovered in place.

“Copy that,” Mischchenko responded. “Hear they’re big on Bigfoot ‘round these parts. Maybe we’ll snap an authentic photo of Sasquatch while we’re down here.”

The chopper’s droning noise faded quickly once the airlift set into motion. It flew upwards, gaining distance from the drop zone. The away team readied their EMDs and Mischchenko turned to Grant, gesturing to her weapon.

“The setting next to the safety toggle switch there modulates your EMD’s power output. On the lowest setting, it’s pretty much a cattle prod, good enough to direct specimens back into an Anomaly. On the highest, you can knock out a woolly mammoth in three shots, and you might kill a man with it if he’s got a weak heart. Just keep in mind, if you K.O. any specimens, you gotta drag their heavy ass into the Anomaly, which is why we usually operate on the lowest settings first.”

“Yeah, they may feel like toys,” Carter said, “But they pack some serious fuckin’ punch.”

“Hey, hope you’re done givin’ Graham the quick ‘n dirty,” Ruiz said.

“It’s Grant,” she corrected him again. “Chloe Grant.”

“Uhuh.” Whatever he was staring at absorbed Ruiz and robbed him of any politeness. He did not sound like he would learn her name right this time, either.

He was kneeling in the darkness off the edge of the drop zone. Focused on something in the dark, focused on by the flashlight on his weapon.

Flashlights on the other EMDs clicked on and the squad grouped up around him. He was squatting between some boulders and tall firs. The blinking lights of the thundering helicopter gained more distance, delving the away team in a shroud of darkness, in which only their flashlight cones shed any illumination.

“Boss, I reckon we got a problem on our hands here,” Ruiz said as the other three huddled behind him. “What we were just sayin’ about damage control?”

His flashlight’s cone cast light onto blood on the ground.

Lots of blood.

Crimson spatters had pockmarked the snow. A human body, losing a lot of blood, had been dragged through there.

And between them, huge footprints littered the grounds.

“Shit,” Carter said, chortling. “Pruitt might get a pic o’ Bigfoot after all, Nat.”

Big, bare feet had left those prints. Bigger than any human could have had.

Mischchenko’s gloved thumb flicked the power output toggle on her EMD, setting it to the middle notch.

“Hominid. Big. Maybe late Miocene?” she said.

“Who cares,” Carter growled. “Leave the I.D. job to Burch after you file report.”

The large Type-4 EMD in Carter’s hands clicked as he readied it, scanning their surroundings.

Their voices now sliced through the wintry air with clarity, no longer reduced to tinny headset transmissions.

“Merry Christmas, Grant,” Ruiz muttered. At least he got her name right this time. “Welcome to the job. Bigfoot today, and who knows—maybe Chupacabras for New Year’s Eve?”

Nobody laughed anymore.

Wind howled between the trees of the Rocky Mountains. The dark forest around them stayed eerily silent.

Chloe Grant mimicked Mischchenko, adjusting her own EMD’s power output. Unlike the squad leader, she switched her Type-5 to the top setting.

The futuristic weapon’s battery whined. One tiny green bar on the lights of its side display turned into three.

A red bar flared up and joined the three green bars.

Grant took a deep breath.

They followed the trail.

They marched into darkness.

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jinkicake · 1 year

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Brainrot yet again 😔and this time it’s aether but because nobody on this site can write for him, they don’t know him like I do!!😤like not EVERY aether fic and hc can be super uwu subby crybaby boy SOME OF YALL ARE LYING!! I fully stress myself out by going back and back to the aether tag😭 like I have a handful of artists who draw him normal even Venti isn’t that elusive😭 like aether is a fully grown man with a 9-5! he will not start blushing from me holding his hand!! Like I had an epiphany the other day this man is LITERALLY-like Giorno just longer hair and minus all the trauma; like hear me out!! Blonde pretty boy who looks too pretty to be real,unreasonably strong,showing skin for no reason!!(gio got his chest out for what? Aether wearing a crop top why🤨) have powers that people can’t comprehend,mysterious origins, and they’re both very playful and mischievous; they’re literally like cousins😭(see how my problem is falling for any giorno adjacent characters?💀)you’re traveling w aether getting into all kinds of shenanigans bc trouble follows him like a magnet 🙄and he’s quietly thinking “I am going to absolutely destroy you” like he’s the type so oh so subtly use anemo to blow your clothes,Geo to trip over rocks that were not there before, shocking you w electro 😭 he’s literally a menace bc who’s gone beat his ass?? He’s the honorary knight what would they even say if they caught him Fucking your throat on the roof of the favonious HQ? He’s saved Liyue from Osial and his wife! What they don do if they see him balls deep in you in some tucked away some corner of the Jade palace, LITERALLY FOUGHT GOD AND WON IF THEY KNEW WHATS FOOD FOR THEM THEY WOULD MIND THEIR BUSINESS IF THEY HEARD HIM BLOWING YOUR BACK OUT IN THE TEAHOUSE!! Ayato is a messy ass bitch he would recommend a bathhouse that’s on the outskirts of Inazuma city that has wonderful acoustics just in case he wanted to hear you moans echo🥰 like aether isn’t from this world so his dick would be out if this world as well. Literally the 😏 emoji like he gets up early to finish his daily commissions and get paimon breakfast so he can come back and sweet talk you into letting him cum inside you at like 9am he’s nothing if not clever! Pissing him off to get him to use that god destroying >>> using electro on his dick to overstimulate you, seeing you get a little too friendly with childe or zhongli (bc me too lmao) so he has to remind you he’s better than them🥰 bc he has a cute face but he can be mean asf when he wants to be; sitting and looking at you with a blank face save for the glare burning holes into your head as he makes you bounce on his cock and does absolutely no work as punishment 😔 watching your legs tire out and thrusting up when you stop for even a second rolling his eyes LIKE ITS SOME KIND OF INCONVENIENCE TO HIM “You know, I could always get you off right here,shame you don’t know how to behave” and lazily rubs your clit w his thumb. He loves edging bc he’s a little shit😒 will wait until you admit defeat and put you in a mating press bc he will make sure you can’t move an inch and that you take everything he’s giving you💕 is willing to be tied up and used like the good boy he is🥰

ive never been able to get behind the subby uwu characterization of aether like even when he's shipped w childe and others... idk to me he's strong and puts UP a fight regardles of who he is with!!! so i get you i really do

HAHAHAHA no hes a grown ass man who is over 500 years old... he's seen shit and has been with people before! affection and intimacy is not something new to him!! so why do people act like he's never dealt w romance before in his life!

now..... comparing him with giorno,,,, you do understand you're setting aether up my dear? like this is DON GIORNO we are talking about but with your reasoning i can say that i now understand. and its not your fault for falling for giorno or giorno substitutes like he's the best yandere there is, you cant be blamed!

i love aethers crop top he's so cute i just have to say that

WAHHHHHHHH THE PERV HEADCANNONS W AETHER ARE GONNA MAKE MY MIND EXPLODE... that is TOO good, how do you come up w this stuff im literally in shock like that got me good. also... to add... he could use dendro to create an aphrodisiac right? like a natural dust- idk!

no bc aether can get away w anything on the planet now and no one can stop him like he has four nations under his belt backing him up- no one stands a chance! (except my ice wifey archon!!!)

now see aether getting jealous would lose me bc bae,,, why don't we all just share! like he's mad over childe and alhaitham... BRING THEM IN THE ROOM TOO! there's enough room in his teapot for all of us and we all got enough holes too!

we need more abyss prince!aether i like when they have no life in their eyes... thinking abt that! he wants to get rid of the archons i say DO IT (raiden and venti hide under my bed),,, i'll advocate w him!

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu

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