#I can feel my heart beating out of my chest I’m such a sap | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ai-luni · 1 year

Note

Love ur NSFW headcanon for Rorke! Never really interested with him till I read ur work!! If u don't mind, could u make one for Keegan?

Keegan Russ NSFW Headcanons

A/N: In keegan we trust.

Word count: 1.5k

I’m just saying, if he ever said “damn kid, who taught you how to do that” I’d actually just lose all my cool and faint. This man’s voice is the epitome of italics

This man may have the hardest shell, but in truth Keegan is a sap. Denial is a river in Egypt, YOUR HUSBANDS A SAP!

No but truly, he will love you with everything he’s got. And although he may not be able to express it very well outwardly, you can always tell by the way he looks at you. His favourite thing to do is look at you, study you and make you react to things.

This man loves to hold you. His hands are strong and rough and calloused, he loves how they show his hard work and strength and he most definitely loves using them on you. To grip your thighs, your hands, your hair, your neck, your waist, you name it.

He feels the most confident in his control over his hands and fingers, so he loves to tease and finger you.

That being said, he also loves the way your hands are the complete opposite to his. smaller and softer, it makes him want to work harder to keep them that way. I think he’d have such an obsession with you giving him handjobs.

He’d dream of catching you in the act of getting yourself off so he’d be able to join you. Getting each other off at the same time.

He thinks about whether he would edge you until you came with him or try to make you come as soon as possible and keep going just because he can. He’s definitely thought about being a little goblin and saying you’ll cum together, then pulling away at the last minute.

He will also kiss the centre of your palm as a form of public affection.

His movements are always cool, calm and deliberate. He’s alway thinking about where to place his fingers. His kisses are neat, down your jaw and neck he’s kissing to leave a mark or travelling to his next destination.

And you’ll know what kind of mood he’s in by the way he fucks. If he’s riled up, he plans out deep, rough thrusts. Harder rather than faster. He’ll pump in rough, watching the way your body bounces, your eyes squeezing themself shut as your breath is thrown out of you with a sigh or a choke. Then he’ll take his time pulling out, letting out a strained breath, often forgetting to breathe.

(This man’s love language is an act of service, I won’t take criticism on this. But I feel like if you kept a hand on his chest, monitoring his heart beat or his breath and reminded him to breathe, he would just be so over the moon giddy).

Whereas, if he’s all passionate and sentimental, he’ll rock into you. Holding your hips and moving you with him. I think he'd love it if you took him this way, him sitting back on his knees, you sitting on his thighs. He’d pray you’ll wrap your arms around his neck as you rest your foreheads together. Keeping your chests pressed onto each other, feeling your little gasps and the vibrations of every moan you let out.

This man also seems like the kind of guy that would love to lay on his side, whether you're on your back or side as well.

“Atta girl. That’s it.”

I read a fanfic once (If I find it, I’ll link it here) where he slow dances with the reader and she teases him. “What would your team think if they saw you like this?” I:

1. 100% believe this man loves to slow dance with his partner. Think after he’s taken you out to a nice dinner and returned home, you’ve kicked off your heels and the two of you just sway to music in the dim living room.

And 2. Believe that if you said that to him, it would set off something feral within him. He definitely has the capability to pound away at you but I think he has too much self control. You’d have to really tease and pull it out of him and show him you want it so bad.

I think out of all of the ghosts, he’d be the hardest to pull out any kind of intense dominance. I feel like he has the strongest mentality that you die first and foremost for the mission, so he tries to keep as little emotional strings attached to people as possible (Especially after Ajax’s death). So if he did have a partner, it would have to be someone he cares about so so deeply and would want to show that love to constantly.

He checks in with you alot. It’s habitual. If you grunt at a hard thrust he’ll whisper a quiet little “you doing alright love?” If you react favourably to something he does to you, he’d say “You like that? Mmm?” He’ll constantly be purring in your ear without even knowing the kind of effect it has on you.

Some days, he’ll get home and see you sitting on the couch. In a matter of seconds, he’s already thought out a plan to get you into bed. When he’ll sit down, where he’ll touch you and he’ll anticipate your every response.

The game plan is usually to sit next to you like he’s just had the roughest day, rest his head on the back of the lounge and wait until you climb on top of him and say “let me help you with that baby.”

If he’s fired up some days, he’ll just put you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom. Most of the time though, he’ll pick you up and make you straddle him right there on the lounge.

Keegan also seems to be able to handle(let's be honest, bottle) his emotions the best on the team so I feel like he’d absolutely love just relaxing and cuddling with you. You are the only person he can really strip down to his most vulnerable and he’ll take advantage of that every chance he can. You are his self care.

When he’s alone at night after a rough day, he’ll only ever think of having a bath with you. Lighting a couple candles, putting in that soapy rainbow thing you always buy that smells like lavender and having you sit between his legs.

Your warm, soft skin against his chest, hair tickling his nose. The way your eyelashes flutter every time his hands graze your waist. He’ll be mesmerised by your parted lips letting out soft huffs of air, your chest raising in and out of the opaque water as his fingers fiddle with you. The water giving him a good grip to just play with your clit as long as you let him.

He loves most when you play with his hair. Everything about it he adores. When your fingers twirl around a small tuft, when your nails lightly scrape along his scalp, the soft noise is like asmr to him. This is both when you make love and just in general. When watching tv, when in the car, when at a restaurant. He always wants you to do it and he will always think about you doing it.

Again if he’s laying in bed at the end of a rough day and is away with you, he might run his own fingers through his hair and pretend it’s you. When he’s desperate enough, he’ll do it when he has to jerk off. He knows he looks like an idiot when he does it but with such a clouded mind, it does absolute wonders in making his hand feel like yours.

So the lesson learnt today is that if you’re with Keegan, you’ll have to learn pretty quickly how to style his hair.

Keegan is also a big cockwarmer. Especially if he’s just come in you and is drifting off into a nap, he’d roll onto his back and hold you close to his chest. But also if he’s going over work or you’re going over work and just need to feel close. A relationship with Keegan very much seems like a ‘doing your own thing together’ kind of dynamic most of the time.

Not nsfw but if you’re not in the military and he’s out on a mission, he or anyone else who knows about you is not allowed to even mutter your name let alone refer to you. Especially if you have children. There's no way he’s taking even the slightest risk of you being found. It might sound cruel to some extent but he is an incredibly disciplined man and the love he feels for you is so deep that to him, this is the only way he’ll truly know that you’re safe. So much so that Walker’s boys don’t even know he has a partner.

#cod #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ #keegan p russ #keegan russ x you #keegan russ smut

683 notes · View notes

xxshadowbabexx · 1 month

Note

I saw you were doing cod requests. Could you maybe do something fluffy with SoapxFTM!Reader?

I’m Your Man

warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurity, ftm reader, reader overthinks a lot

You sat in your bed, knees tucked up into your chest. Everything hurt. Maybe not physically, but mentally. Maybe you were just feeling lonely since Johnny had been gone on a deployment for the past six weeks. Maybe you were just insecure.

Maybe it was both.

You knew Johnny loved you, he told you tenfold every time he saw you. But you couldn’t help but wonder if it was enough.

Is love ever enough? You weren’t sure but you could hope.

Every time your boyfriend went out on deployment you feared he’d meet someone more masculine than you. Someone who didn’t have these body issues.

Someone who was more of a man than you.

It was then that your phone started ringing. The contact name “Hubby🥰❤️❤️” lighting up the screen with a photo of Johnny lying on your chest, sleeping in the background.

The sight was enough to make you smile as you picked ip.

“There he is,” Johnny said, smiling from the other end of the line. The sight of him made your heart clench, although it was pixelated due to being on opposite sides of the world.

“Yeah, here I am,” you grinned, trying to still of slow your beating heart so it doesn’t burst out of your chest. You needed reassurance, but didn’t want to ask.

“Hey, eyes on me, now. What’s got ye so distracted?” he asked, brow furrowed.

You shrugged nonchalantly, “just a rough day at work,”

“Want to talk about it?” You can hear the worry in his voice.

“No,” you say, sharper than you mean to. You wish you could take the words back instantly upon seeing the hurt look fan its way across his face.

“Sorry Johnny I didn’t mean-“

“Nae, ‘t’s alright. We donnae ‘ave ta talk if ye donnae want,” he pauses, exhaling before he continues. “In fact, I think I’ll be off on my merry way now since-“

“Johnny,” you silenced him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be short with you. I’ve just… missed you and I guess I’m not dealing with it as well as I’d like to think,”

It’s silent for a moment, and if you couldn’t see Johnny on the other line you’d think he hung up.

Finally, he opens his mouth to speak, “What do ye mean? I’ve been gone lots longer than this before,”

You frown. Do you really want to say it? No, but you probably should.

“I… get worried that because I’m- fuck,”

“S’alright, you can go slow,” he reassures.

You nod, “Sometimes I think you’d like me better if I was a real guy and then I start to think about all the real guys you meet on deployment and I-“

“Enough,” His voice is harsh, leaving no room for argument, “You are a real guy. Tits or no, vagina or penis, trans or not. You are a real guy. Always have been, always will be,”

His out burst left you emotional, and you feel tears pick at your waterline.

“I- thank you, Johnny,”

He smiles, “O’ course. Gonnae talk to th’ cap’n. See if I can get out o’ this mission early. It’s easy, just long and they should be able ta manage without wee ol’ me. See if I can come home ta he early. Th’ only man I need,”

Bloody hell, was he always such a sap? Were you? You weren’t sure but you found yourself nodding.

“Sounds good to me,”

He grins, “Aye, love ye,”

“Love you, too”

taglist

@theloneshadow24 @frogtowne @ladyxtiger @whitetiger846

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #call of duty x reader #soap cod #cod soap #trans reader #ftm reader #male reader #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #johnny soap mactavish

45 notes · View notes

sapnapstummy · 6 months

Text

Hi everyone! I decided to post a small tickle scene from my georgenap fic livewire as its own stand alone drabble :]

Please enjoy almost 800 words of george and sapnap tickling each other and being in love <3

“Let’s do something. I’m bored.” George whines, flopping down on Sapnap’s bed.

Sapanp shifts his legs, making more room for George and creating more space between them. He hums agreeingly, but his eyes never leave his work laptop. He’s trying to fix an audio error for one of his videos, but it doesn’t seem like something that he can fix from his side. His brows furrow as he flips to a different recording, hoping he can splice them together.

A hand grabs his ankle, startling him, “What the fuck, George! You scared the shit outta me!” He tries to jerk his leg away, but George’s grip tightens.

“You’re ignoring me. Don’t ignore me. I’m bored,” George’s voice turns into a whisper, lips brushing the hair on Sapnap’s leg, “and that makes me dangerous.” He turns quickly, blowing a raspberry in the crook of his knee and dancing his fingers up the back of his calf.

Sapnap howls with laughter. George lets him twist and turn in his hold, but never fully lets go. “Stop, George. Actually stop, you’re gonna break my laptop.”

George releases his leg, and Sapnap sighs in relief. It’s short lived as George moves the laptop away and places it on the nightstand. Quickly, before he can protest, Sapnap’s arms are pinned by George’s knees. Cold hands run up and down his arms, exposed by the short sleeves of his shirt. Sapnap wiggles, trying with all his might to keep his giggles inside.

As he squirms under George’s touch, his shirt rides up. Sapnap watches George’s eyes flick down to the sliver of revealed tummy. He stops abruptly, yanking his arms attempting to free them from under George’s knees.

“Look what we have here. A delicious Sapnap. Waiting so patiently for me!” George folds practically in half to nose at his stomach. The sound of George’s inhale makes him tense with anticipation, and the feeling of George’s lips on his bare skin makes fire shoot through his veins.

Despite anticipating the raspberry, Sapnap can’t keep his laughter contained. It spills out of him and he can’t stop. “Please! George, oh my god!” He doesn’t even care how ridiculous he sounds. He thrashes and jerks his limbs, but George remains steady.

When George pulls away, face flushed, he giggles. Then his giggles turn into manic cackles until he’s gasping for air. His chest collides with Sapnap’s as he flops down, totally breathless.

Sapnap uses his moment of weakness to slide out from underneath and switch their positions. He sits on George’s thighs, flattening George’s legs out across the bed. Immediately, his hands squeeze at George’s side. He grins in victory as George writhes below him. George’s hands squeeze Sapnap’s shirt in tightly balled fists. As George tires, he pulls Sapnap closer.

“Sap-Sapnap, pleas-se. I can’t-”

As a final move, Sapnap presses his face into George’s neck, giving him the wettest raspberry he can. George cackles beneath him, loud and wholeheartedly. George weakly pushes him away, battling between ending the tickle fight or protecting his vulnerable sides.

He pulls away from George’s neck to catch his breath, but George hooks his arms around the back of Sapnap’s head, tugging him back down. His thighs shake and his arms come down to the side to stop him from ragdolling on George.

“Ugh, lay on me already. Stop being an idiot.” George gives his head another tug, while Sapnap hesitantly lets his body rest on George’s. “There we go. It’s like a weighted blanket, but like epic ‘cause you’re warm.”

“Was this your plan all along? To distract me from my very important work and turn me into your own personal weighted blanket?” Sapnap can feel every breath that George makes. The push and pull of George’s chest and the vibrations when he talks makes his heart beat faster. He hopes George doesn’t notice.

George, still tickle-high, laughs breathlessly in his ear with a quiet squeak. “You’re an idiot.” Sapnap can hear the smile in George’s voice and he looks up at him. George’s skin is flushed and his eyes sparkle happily.

“Your idiot,” he sighs as he tucks his face into George’s neck. Gently, he lets his beard brush lightly against George’s skin just to feel him squirm a little bit more. He feels George shift, then cool fingers touch the back of his neck, brushes softly through his curls.

“Yeah,” George breathes and Sapnap knows without seeing that George is looking at him with as much love as he possibly can. “You’re mine”

Sapnap presses a kiss to George’s neck before letting his eyes slip shut and matching their breaths, and they fall asleep happy and warm in each other's arms with smiles on their faces.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed, consider checking out livewire :] I wrote it for the dtk ace week collab, it's 17k words of ace sapnap and it's my baby. It features this scene until the dash where it takes a little bit of a different turn! And stay tuned for some future fics!!

#blazewrites #mcyt tickle #tickle fic #lee!sapnap #ler!george #ler!georgenotfound #ler!sapnap #lee!george #lee!georgenotfound #hehehe i loved writing this

47 notes · View notes

feral-girl-fall · 1 month

Text

Knife's Edge

Contains major spoilers for the end of Fourth Wing, be warned!

Summary: Missing scene of the battle to save Violet's life after she's gravely wounded. Heavy angst and family feels from the POV of our favorite rebel mender.

Pairing: Violet Sorrengail/Xaden Riorson

Warnings: Angst, SPOILERS, swearing, blood __________________________________________________________

Of course the day had started out quiet. They always do, the days that turn out in the end to be the worst days of your life. The patrols had been quiet for once, with no recent attacks on the border, and the tension amongst the council was lower than it had been for ages. The prickle of unease that seemed to live in my gut these days, however, was particularly active. Like the hair standing up on the back of your neck when you feel someone watching you, or the way you can feel the change in the air before a storm. It was like some part of me knew that the new life I’d been building was about to be upended.

And then it – and a full riot of dragons – came crashing down around us. I’d had precious few moments of warning from one of the lookouts before the riot was upon us. Xaden had crash-landed into Aretia more than a few times, so it wasn’t the sight of him and Sgaeyl – or even the sight of what looked to be a limp rider in his arms – that made my heart stop. It wasn’t the first time Riorson brought me a gravely wounded rider, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

What made my blood turn to ice was the sight of Naolin’s, now my sister’s, dragon. Riderless.

The realization has me breaking into a sprint, the only thought in my mind a screaming echo of no, no, no. My world narrows to a point. I hope against hope, against logic, that there’s some other explanation, but the rising nausea in my gut tells me all I need to know.

Xaden practically tumbles down off of Sgaeyl, his usual grace forgotten in his desperation. I reach him in a few strides and find my worst fears confirmed. Violet hangs limply in his arms, pale as anything and looking…. I reach out, pushing her hair aside as I search for her pulse. My own heart pounds in my ears as I focus, blocking out everything until I feel the faint beats underneath my fingertips.

“What happened? I could be whispering or yelling, I can’t tell over the sound of ringing in my ears.

“A venin with a poisoned blade stabbed her.” Xaden’s voice is rough with fear.

She was supposed to be safe. All I can think from the moment I tear Violet’s body from Xaden, throughout my sprint to the healing chambers, is that she was supposed to be safe. Everything I – we – sacrificed, and keep sacrificing day after day, is so that our loved ones can one day be safe. I try to tamp down the rising panic sending my heart rate through the roof and making my hands unsteady. It’s not the first time I’m mended Violet, not by far. It’s also not the first time I’ve mended someone on death’s door. But I’d prayed to all the gods I wasn’t even sure I believed in that I’d never been in this scenario with her.

The panic is an albatross, crushing my chest as I fight to regain my control. Even with Violet, I’ve never had an issue with keeping my cool while mending. But now, as I swear I can feel her life slipping through my fingers, it’s a race against both time and my own terror to save her.

“It’s okay, Vi. I’ve got you, I’m here. It’s going to be okay.” I don’t even know when I started talking, but it forces me to steady my breathing enough to focus on saving my sister’s life. She’s never needed my reassurance, not with the pain she grits her teeth and bears every day of her life, but it’s never stopped me giving it. I try to stop my mind from thinking about how I also want her to hear my voice again, just in case. I’m snapped out of my reverie by the door to the chambers shutting as Xaden comes in behind me, pale as a ghost.

“How long has she been out?” I toss over my shoulder at him as I work to expose the gruesome wound sapping the life from my sister. It’s a deep laceration, oozing black, tainted blood. Fuck.

“Hours,” Xaden manages, voice shaking. “Her pulse has been fading for the last hour or so.”

If I’m not mistaken, it’s slowed even from the time I first took in minutes ago. I bite back a curse as I realize the extent of the damage. “Her blood,” Xaden whispers, unnecessarily. I fight to keep from recoiling as I take full stock of the blackened blood oozing from her wound.

“Hold on, Violet,” I murmur down at my sister. “Just keep fighting. I’ll do the rest.” I see her brow furrow slightly in pain, and my heart clenches. As much as I wish she could hear my reassurance, to know that I’m here, the thought of her being able to feel this pain in the depths of her unconsciousness is too much to bear. “Just breathe, Vi. Just breathe,” I remind her, just in case she can hear me. I send up a quick prayer that she truly can’t feel anything right now, that she isn’t in the hell I’m sure she is. Tears prick at my eyes, emotion threatening to overflow. For all the times I’ve wished I could see her again, gods, not like this. I take a few steadying breaths to even out my panicked breathing, and ground myself in my power. A rush of warm, reassuring energy rises under my skin. The second I start drawing away the poison from her bloodstream, I feel it. Heavy, sickening, toxic waves wash over me as I leech the poison away as quickly as I can. Whatever the venin had access to, it's stronger - and deadlier - than most poisons I'm familiar with.

Time passing is marked only by heartbeats and breaths – mine strained, Xaden’s panicked, Violet’s shallow. I can feel myself growing weaker as her blood starts to become progressively redder, and the familiar mending energy erupts into a screaming, burning pain. I fight back the nausea and the scream on my lips as I realize how close I am to burning out, and how close Violet is to leaving this world. My entire being vibrates with barely constrained energy, fighting to bring my sister back from the edge. She’s on the brink of death, and I don’t know if either of us will make it through this.

“Brennan-“ Xaden must sense it too, but there’s nothing to be said, nothing to be done but to keep going. I finally draw out the last of the poison and stumble back on my heels as my vision tunnels. Xaden puts a hand on my arm, thought whether it’s to steady me or him I couldn’t say. I take another deep breath, trying to control the overflowing power but feeling it whip wildly through me. Sweating, shaking, I manage to wrest back enough control to messily close the gaping wound in Violet’s side a heartbeat before I stumble backwards, collapsing as Xaden lunges to catch me.

“I’m fine,” I manage, tears choking my voice despite my best efforts. I’m not, but it doesn’t matter. The room spins around me even as Xaden helps lower me to the ground. The darkness takes hold before I even make it there.

#Fourth wing #Xaden riorson #Fourth wing spoilers #The empyrean #Fourth wing fanfiction #Violet Sorrengail

9 notes · View notes

autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

Text

Lance is being — twitchy. And it’s like — Keith knows Lance, okay? He knows him. He knows him better than he knows how to walk, how straighten his spine and count his breaths. Every part of him knows Lance, every part of Lance knows him. It’s been so long since it was like anything but this — so long since he was Keith and Lance was Lance and they were not LanceandKeith, together.

He both hardly remembers that time and sees it vividly in the forefront of his memory. He can picture it, then — the way he looked at Lance and felt something hot and annoyed burn in his chest and the way his eyes were constantly rolling and his breath was constantly huffing and he never wanted to be in the same room — but he can no longer feel it, feel the way he did back then. It’s foreign, now, completely. That version of Keith is so different, so warped, that he can no longer access the same feelings that he had, then.

Keith? Annoyed by Lance? How could he be? How could Lance be anything but the very heart that beats in Keith’s chest? His first thought in the morning, the last thought at night? Lance Lance Lance — Keith feels him in the rush of the blood through his veins, sees him in the brightness of every light and the comfort of every darkness. Lance is everything. Lance is all-consuming. There’s nothing about him that Keith doesn’t love, even when they argue or fight or disagree. Even the worst parts of Lance are parts Keith holds precious.

He knows Lance. With every fibre of his being. With every beat of his heart.

And Lance is being twitchy.

He’s fidgety on the bed (and Lance is always fidgety, always moving, not still even in sleep) but it’s — fragmented, somehow. Distorted. Nervous, maybe.

Keith reaches out. He doesn’t hesitate. (Of course he reaches out. He has to — it’s Lance. Of course he reaches out. Of course he does. He doesn’t — there’s no question, about it. It’s Lance.)

He touches Lance on the arm, gently as he can with fingers so rough. Presses his palm to the firmness of Lance’s bicep. Lance doesn’t startle, doesn’t jump. He melts, instead, into Keith’s touch; leaning in, eyes closed and sighing. He leans until his back touches Keith’s chest, until his head is resting on Keith’s left shoulder. He doesn’t — hesitate, to fall back. Knows Keith will catch him. Doesn’t doubt.

Whatever he’s twitchy about, it’s not — trust. He hasn’t stopped trusting.

“Do you ever think —” Lance has their hands tangled together, picking idly at Keith’s fingernails, running his thumb over the callouses on Keith’s fingertips. “Do you ever consider just doing it?”

“I consider lots of things. Often with you. Mostly with you, really.”

Keith can hear the laughter in Lance’s voice, the abrupt smile.

“Sap.”

“Mhm.”

“I meant — important, things. Adult things.”

“Like?”

“Like — like, um, our future. What we’re gonna be, later.”

“My future is with you,” Keith says simply, turning his head just so to press a kiss to Lance’s temple. “Wherever you are, I’ll go. I don’t care about anything else.”

Lance’s breath hitches, although Keith doesn’t think he’s surprised. Could he be? Does he not know the magnitude that Keith loves him? The endlessness, of it?

“I know,” he says. “I know you will.”

Keith hides a smile in Lance’s hair. He does know. Good.

“I was just — I was thinking, maybe. You and me could — we could sign it.”

“Sign — it?”

“Yeah. We could. It would be permanent, for everyone else. They would know. I’m already — I’m already permanent for you, you know? I love — I love you more than I ever knew I could love anything. You’re everything, to me, all the time. It’s like your name is the beat of my heart. I just — it’s always you. Always. There’s nothing but you.”

Keith feels his chest grow out of his skin, feels the magnitude and force of it shatter his bones and stitch them together.

“Sign the paper?” he whispers. He knew it, what Lance meant. But — still.

“I wouldn’t change anything. But — I want it. I want to be able to say it, and for it to be true. I want to introduce you as my husband to people. I mean, they’ll know, already there’s no way they won’t, but I want to it be official, still.”

Keith hums, squeezing their hands together. He’d like that. Being Lance’s husband. Lance, being his.

“We could do that.”

“Mm. Good.”

“When? Now?”

“No, not now. I just want to sit with you, now. But — later. Soon.”

“Soon,” Keith echoes.

He thinks of the racing in his heart and in his head, the pieces of him that pulse for Lance, that fall out to him. He thinks of smiling as he meets new people, of saying: ‘Yes, this is my husband, Lance.’ It’s a good thought. Makes his fingers go a little numb, a little warm.

But he also feels the weight of Lance’s body draped along his, the evenness of his breath already drifting off, the soft taps of his fidgeting fingers, and he thinks he can wait. He can wait for the rest of his life, if he needed to.

But he doesn’t.

“Soon.”

———

inspired by @zenstrike ‘s that’s what i like series

151 notes · View notes

bivwifeybunny · 2 years

Text

Unrecognizable

Pairing(s): Karlnap x Reader, Karl x Reader, Sapnap x Reader, Sapnap x Karl

Warning(s): umm cursing, blood mention, very mild violence, a whole lotta angst B)

A/N: Feast upon this beautiful karlnap content lmao. I had this doc just sitting there, half finished cause I forgot about it. And I just saw it again yesterday and was like.. huh, why didn't I ever finish this? and then proceeded to take the next 20 minutes and finish it. So yeah, hope you enjoy! Not sure how proud of this I am but oh well🤷

“Guys stop-” Your eyes shifted between the two in front of you. They were almost unrecognizable.

What happened to them? What happened to your boys?

They continued to shout at one another, venom spewing from their lips. Burning one another till they were nothing but hollow bones. And when the damage was done, when there was no more venom left, the overwhelming feeling of rage bubbled up inside them, threatening to spill over. The urge to make each other hurt. It didn’t matter how but they were going to make each other feel exactly what they felt.

And unfortunately for Karl, Sapnap was a fighter. His rage manifested in the form of his fist colliding with Karl’s cheek.

“Guys stop!” You shouted, finally stepping in directly to try and break up the fight. It was a mess of limbs and blood.

Karl knew he couldn’t win a fight with Sapnap, so he decided his best course of action was to flee.

He only got so far before Sapnap was tugging him back by his collar, arm poised to strike Karl’s face once more.

Though that was far from the case.

It fell silent.

The air couldn’t be described as anything less than was tense as the boys stared at you, unable to move.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, hand raising to tenderly feel your cheek.

Sapnap was at a loss for words, chest heaving, heart ready to beat out of his chest as he looked between you and Karl.

You slowly and shakily rose to your feet, taking in a breath and collecting yourself as best you could.

It hurt.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t. Taking a punch from one of the best warriors on the server would hurt anyone like hell.

But you were high on the adrenaline coursing through your veins, too high to pay any mind to the blooming bruise on your cheek and the blood pooling in your mouth. Instead all you felt was rage. Almost as if the boy’s anger had transferred to you.

“Y/-”

“Enough! I’ve had fucking enough of this! I’ve had enough of the both of you!” You shouted, effectively cutting Sapnap off.

“I can’t do this anymore! I’m tired. Okay, Sap? I’m tired. I can’t take any more of your fighting. I can’t stand being the peacemaker anymore! I can’t! I can’t take running the entire fucking kingdom by myself while you and Karl run off to do god knows what! I can’t stand seeing you two look at each other like that anymore! What the fuck happened? Actually- wait, I don’t care anymore. I’m passed caring for whatever stupid little feud you have going on!” You threw your hands up in frustration, letting out a humorless laugh.

“You know… I can’t even bear to look at you anymore. Both of you. And I just-” you let out a sigh, shrugging as you looked at the two, dead on. “I really fucking wish we’ve never met.”

“Y/N- We’re sor-” Sapnap took a step forward.

“You’re sorry?” you scoffed, “You’re sorry? Stay the fuck away from me if all you can say after this is I’m sorry.”

“Well what am I supposed to say?! None of this even involved you! Nobody was asking you to stick your nose in other people’s business!” He shouted back, feeling his anger get the better of him.

Beside the two of you, Karl was at a loss for words. His thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute but he couldn’t open his mouth. Open your mouth. Say something. Open your fucking mouth Karl!

“Well fucking excuse me for caring about you! Excuse me for caring about my fucking fiances!” You felt your anger reaching nearer and nearer to its tipping point.

“Oh my god I’m so over this shit! It’s always my fault, isn’t it!? I can't run the kingdom. I’m always ‘running off’. I’m always the one ‘starting fights’. You think you’re sick of it? I’m sick of you always nagging me about stupid shit and telling me what I can and can’t do!” You could feel the heat radiating from him. He took a step closer and you faltered, taking a step back.

However, you finally reached your tipping point. And with fuckall holding you back, you finally released the venom you were holding back.

“Well if you’re so fucking over it, then why don’t you leave already!? Why do you still stick around? If my nagging really bothers you that much then why aren’t you already gone!?”

“I don’t know if you forgot princess, but this isn’t really your kingdom. Never was. So if anyone here should leave, it’s you.” He took another step forwards, now chest to chest with you.

“I wonder how I would have forgotten that. Hmm, maybe it’s because while you were off picking fights, I was running the whole kingdom by myself. Picking up the slack that you dropped! So excuse me for thinking it wasn’t your kingdom anymore.” You spat, staring him down with your unwavering anger.

“I’m fucking over this. You know what? Just take all your shit and get out of my kingdom. I want you gone by sunrise. And don’t even fucking think of ever coming back here. You’re officially exiled from Kinoko Kingdom.” He growled, shoving past you harshly, and stomping away.

“Good luck trying to run the kingdom without me! I’m sure it’ll be in shambles within hours!” You shouted after him, before finally turning your attention to Karl.

He was still stood there in disbelief. His eyes slowly met yours, surprised by the tears pooling in them.

“Well I hope you’re fucking happy Karl. I hope you and Sapnap live happily ever fucking after and that Kinoko isn’t burnt to the ground in the next few days. Good fucking luck.” You snapped before leaving to gather your things and get as far away from the stupid kingdom as possible.

“Y/N.. Sapnap…” Karl muttered as he watched the two of you march away. He lingered for a bit before making up his mind and heading to his library.

“I can fix this.”

Taglist:

@eminems-skittles

@jordyncandy

Sapnap Taglist:

@astridzkatz

@shakiraa-a

Karl Taglist:

Karlnap Taglist:

Join the Taglist

#wifey: karlnap <3 #wifey: karl <3 #wifey: sapnap <3 #karlnap angst #karlnap x reader angst #karlnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs angst #karl jacobs x reader angst #karl angst #karl x reader angst #karl x reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap x reader angst #sapnap angst

230 notes · View notes

quotemenevervore · 1 year

Text

A collection of strangely domestic noms

TW for safe, soft vore, injury, panic

Karl snickered as his fiance returned, covered with dirt and blood. “What happened to you?” He giggled as the fireborn glared at him.

“F***ing manhunt, that’s what.” “What, did you roll in the mud after or…?” Karl teased. The fireborn only spared an eye roll as he went to sit down on the couch.

“Hey, I just cleaned that!” Karl whimpered. “F***ing deal with it.” Was all he got from the fireborn.

“Go clean off please, I can barely look at you.” Karl giggled. When the fireborn didn’t move, he steeled himself and pulled his sleeves over his open palms to keep himself free of the grainy textures he was about to feel as he began to shove his fiance off the couch.

“Go on nimrod, you need to go take a shower!” Karl laughed, but the fireborn only moved his arm.

Into his bag.

He pulled something out.

Oh s***.

Karl gasped as a potion collided with his chest. He felt himself fall on the arm of the couch as a heavy feeling of nausea took over his body. His head hurt as his eyes took in the rapidly growing landscape.

He collapsed on something soft, letting out a soft whine. “Karl?” He looked up as his fiance gently lifted him up. He fell onto his fiance's hands.

“Bright.” He muttered, gasping once he was pressed to his fiance's lips. “Well, I’m going to have to store you now because you wouldn’t leave me alone.” His fiance chuckled as a finger poked at Karl's sides, tickling him.

“Stop!” He laughed, only to be met with the comforting darkness of the fireborn’s mouth. Although the sticky feeling of the saliva wasn’t pleasant, he focused on the warmth and darkness that his fiance would provide.

Karl let Sapnap’s tongue play with him a little before he promptly wrapped the appendage in a hug. Sapnap only hummed before his fiance swallowed thickly, catching his foot and pulling him downwards.

His head was quick to follow suit as his fiance swallowed him yet again. Karl snuggled in tightly to make it easier on his larger fiance to swallow him.

He slid past the fireborn’s massively beating heart, taking a breath after being reminded by his husbands powerful lungs.

He feet pressed down on something solid before it gave way and he slid inside. He giggled as he reached out to tickle the walls around him. The walls bounced a bit as Sapnap purred.

“Okay, since you’re settled, I’m going to take a shower because someone wouldn’t leave me alone about it.” Karl giggled, snuggling into the warmth surrounding him. “Go for it love, I’m just going to sleep for now.”

The fireborn chuckled, lulling Karl into a comfortable sleep when he felt Sapnap’s hand press down on him.

~~~~~~

Karl smiled to himself, opening the door into his and Sapnap’s shared home. It was calming after such a long day of trade deals.

He gasped as something hard collided with his chest, making him fall back. He fell back on something soft, his head deciding to make its aching known.

Lights flooded his eyes to the point where he rolled over and curled up into a tight ball. It hurt. “Karl?” He heard his fiance ask softly, although his voice was filled with caution and hurt.

“Lights. Hurt.” Karl muttered, trying to collect himself. He couldn’t even open his eyes without a blinding headache. “Here, let me help.” Was the only warning he got before he was gently moved.

Sapnap had shrunk him. Was something wrong?

He was placed on something soft as he heard the scrapping of the rings against the curtain rod. Karl gained the courage to uncurl from his ball and roll back over, only to be relieved when it was dark.

Something big flopped down next to him, which he assumed to be Sapnap. But the poor fireborn seemed sad. “Is this better Karl?” He asked. Karl smiled. “Yeah, thanks. Is something wrong?”

The fireborn hesitated for a moment before he finally spoke. “You were gone all day, and no one else was available. It messed with my instincts.” Karl nodded, reaching up to pat his fiance’s nose.

“I won’t leave Sap, I promise. How about you store me, will that help?” Karl thought he could see the gears in the fireborn’s head turning as he thought for a moment. “F***ing please.”

The smaller slowly stood up, making his way ever so slowly towards the fireborn. He giggled a little as he crawled into his fiance’s open mouth. Sapnap must’ve really been looking forward to this.

The fireborn didn’t waste time, barely soaking the man in saliva before excitedly swallowing him down.

It was tight as he traveled down, but it was welcomingly warm.

As he slid into his fiance’s storage, he felt his fiance purring again as his surroundings pushed in on him from all sides. “Sap?” He asked softly, rubbing the walls. “Just getting comfortable. Rest well love.”

He loved his fiance.

~~~~~~

“Karl!” Karl opened his eyes slowly, not enjoying the sun blinding him in the moment. He adjusts the blanket to snuggle into his face, only to feel something weird pressing against him, mixed with the calming brushes of the blanket’s fabric.

Begrudgingly, he pulled the cloth away to look at whatever was interrupting his nap.

His eyes met smaller, brown eyes. Sapnap was standing in front of him, shrunken. “Sap?” He asked softly. “Hey-hey Karl.” Aw, the fireborn was scared…

“What happened?” He slowly sat up, scooping the shrunken man into his arms. The fireborn jumped a bit, but eventually snuggled into Karl’s shirt. “F***ing Dream…He thought this was funny and wanted to show you what happened.” Karl giggled a little before poking at the fireborn, tickling his sides.

Both of their previous tension had melted when the fireborn began laughing. “Well, you're the perfect cuddle size, so I expect you to let me carry you around.” Karl smiled. The fireborn pushed the massive finger away, scoffing. “You have to do stuff too.”

The human rolled his eyes. “All I see is cuddling you on my schedule.” He smirked, lifting the fireborn up and snuggling him into his nose. “But there's also those trade deals. What if someone takes advantage of this? You can’t take me everywhere.” He paused. The fireborn was right.

Or was he?

Karl smirked, opening his maw and letting the smaller tumble in. “Karl!” Sapnap shouted, voice filled with laughter. He hummed, quickly spreading saliva across the other before he tilted his head back just enough to swallow his fiance.

He took in a deep breath before Sapnap began passing his lungs, knowing that he wouldn’t get a good breath for a while.

He let his breath go once he felt the other begin to slide into his stomach. While the potion that had been used makes the affected acid-proof, Sapnap preferred a full storage over a full stomach.

Karl didn’t have the joy of the storage.

“Now you can be safe and I can bring you with me!” Karl smiled, poking at the form under his skin. “You’re clingy.” Was all he got from the fireborn before the smaller warmed himself up and laid down to take a nap.

Karl didn’t have such liberty. Instead he got up and got ready for the day.

~~~~~~

Karl turned his attention to the door as it slowly creaked open. Thunder crashed outside, its boom echoing through the house. A figure stood at the door. If it was Dream, he was skrewed.

The figure slowly–weakly–stepped further inside, and Karl felt remorse. It was Sapnap, and he looked terrible. Karl quickly vacated his spot on the couch, running to assist his fiance.

He quickly wrapped an arm around the other, guiding the shivering man to a spot on the couch. He pulled off his cloak, wrapping it around the fireborn before running off to pull out all of their blankets.

He returned and wrapped each of the blankets around him to create a cocoon, but frowned upon realizing that the fireborn’s temperature wasn’t rising anymore.

Sapnap only shivered against Karl, before he finally came up with a plan, searching through the other’s pockets. He pulled out a potion, quickly pouring it out on the other.

He carefully pulled his fiance out from the nest of blankets, lifting him up and slipping him into his mouth. He quickly lathered the fireborn in saliva before swallowing, not wasting time by tilting his head.

The other seemed to appreciate it as he slipped into Karl’s stomach, curling up. He could feel the fireborn slowly warm up, which calmed Karl down quite a bit.

~~~~~~

Karl woke up, stretching. It felt nice.

He felt his fiance’s breath against his neck, smiling. It was winter, he reminded himself. Sapnap was hibernating. He focused enough so that he could feel the other’s strong arms wrapped around his middle.

He pressed his lips against the fireborn’s warm forehead before he pulled out a potion. He was advised yesterday by Sapnap to have one on him during his hibernation, and now he could see why.

He carefully poured the liquid on the fireborn, making sure it didn’t get on him. He carefully caught the other before he could fall on the fabric below, carrying him over to his face where he slowly slipped the fireborn inside.

He went through his morning schedule, keeping the fireborn in his mouth until he began to get himself ready, quickly swallowing the other as he pulled his jacket over the head. Today, it was his job to run Kinoko.

~~~~~~

Karl hurt.

His arms ached and he was covered in burns. At this point his clothes were probably melted to his skin, as unpleasant as it was. He couldn’t even grip his sword, his hands still burning.

His shoulder stung from the zombie bite earlier, an arrow lodged itself in his leg.

Karl stumbled towards the door, fumbling to get it open. The door opened, and his legs gave way as he fell onto something soft and warm.

“-rl! Karl, what happened?!” He just shook his head, pressing his face into the gentle softness. He felt something run through his hair.

Sapnap?

“Hang on, I’ve got a health potion, this should help.” His fiance spoke, pressing something against his side before there was an annoyingly loud pop and something was poured down his throat.

He groaned as his scars began to heal, screeching as the fireborn pulled the arrow out of his leg. Karl held tightly to the cloth the fireborn was wearing as his ankle made a sickening snap and suddenly it felt much better then before. How long had it been broken?

“It’s okay Karl, your okay.” The fireborn whispered into his ear as he cried. “Your safe, I’m here.” He didn’t even know what was happening until he was surrounded by warmth.

He wasn’t falling, but he was traveling down.

Sapnap was storing him.

He slid into his fiance’s storage, laying out to suck in all the surrounding warmth. He smiled as he heard his fiance’s rumbling purs. He was glad he could give his love comfort.

~~~~~~

No, he couldn’t be trapped, no he needed to see Sapnap again, he needed to be free-

Arms surrounded him as he hit a soft surface. His bed. He was in bed. Sapnap was hugging him.

Sapnap.

He cried, reaching out and wrapping his arms around the other. “I’m here, I’m here Sap, I’m here.” Karl muttered into the other’s shirt. “Your here.” The fireborn muttered back.

“Do you want to sleep?” The fireborn whispered. “Yes please.” He muttered in return. He smiled as he pulled out a potion before the fireborn could and swiftly drank it, the fireborn bursting into laughter.

The vertigo hit him as he curled up into the shirt that slowly engulfed him. The fireborn’s warm hands crept around his shrunken body, gently pulling him away from the soft materials.

“In you go.” The fireborn whispered, pressing a kiss to his face before he was slipped into his mouth face first. He gasped as the first thing he felt was the fireborn’s tongue. His face was immediately pressed against the muscle, and he frowned. So gross.

The fireborn chuckled a bit as Karl was assaulted by the tongue, and eventually shoved to the back of the fireborn’s mouth, and grabbed by the muscles that began to pull him down.

He was pressed into his fiance’s storage. It was always so nice to be so close to his fiance, who was always warm and willing to protect him. He gasped at the movement, guessing that Sapnap was probably going to sleep. So he decided to join his fiance in his dreams, slipping away into the gentle softness surrounding him.

Okay I figured out how to put input on submissions lol-

But Squishy this was awesome! I loved it so much!!! 💚💚

#submission #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #mcyt vore #stories by squishy

24 notes · View notes

dreamnotnapss · 8 months

Text

yippee it's hurt/comfort day :) here's another snippet from my upcoming fic for day 3 of dnn week: hurt/comfort!

A smile subconsciously settles onto his angled lips, and he turns into his outstretched arm, cradling his pounding head in the crook of his elbow. His friends are talking around him, their voices muffled against his ears. He wonders if they’re okay. He wants to look up and check.

Where is Sapnap? Where is George? God, his head hurts like a bitch.

He groans and focuses on his breathing, trying to keep himself together when it feels like he’s being split open from inside. His heart beats in his chest. Where is Sapnap? Where is George? Adrenaline thrums through his body, unaware that the fight is over. His nerves are alert. On fire. His limbs scream with exhaustion. God, can it all stop?

Something slots itself in his outstretched hand. It’s abnormally warm. Sapnap?

He hears someone say something that sounds very similar to his name. He tries to lift his head in acknowledgement, his head protesting with a twinge of pain.

His blurry gaze latches onto Sapnap, whose eyebrows are creased and whose lips are warped with worry. He’s bent down beside him, bloody hand in bloody hand as he squeezes Dream’s fingers.

“Dreamie,” he murmurs, sounding close to tears. “You okay?”

“My head is killing me,” Dream responds. He’s pretty sure it comes out slurred. Sapnap’s concern doesn’t let up. In fact, it only worsens. “But I’m fine,” he lies, trying to reassure him. His gaze latches onto Sapnap’s bloodied front. Oh god, is he still bleeding? “Why—Why are you worried about me? You need attention. You’re gonna bleed out, Sap.”

“Red is coming with pots,” Sapnap tells him. He looks away for a split second, and Dream’s heart hurts at the loss of his warm eyes. He turns back, frantically assessing Dream’s body. “Are you low? You need to eat something if you’re low. You got another golden apple, right?”

“Have you eaten something?” Dream asks, mind reeling at the thought of Sapnap dying.

“Stop asking about me!” Sapnap snaps, expression contorting with exasperation. Dream winces at the pitch in volume. “Answer my questions!”

“I’ll live, Sapnap. Now please shut up,” Dream groans, dropping his head back onto his arm to shut his eyes. Sapnap huffs but does as he’s told. Not but seconds later, though, Dream speaks up again, “You are okay, though, right?”

Sapnap is quiet for a moment before humming in confirmation. He’s idly caressing Dream’s hand in wait, cradling it in both of his hands.

“Where’s George? Is George okay?” Dream asks.

“He’s fine,” Sapnap reports. His voice sounds far away, like he’s surveying the area. “He went to help Red.”

“How are the others?”

“A little beaten up, but they’ll live.” There’s a beat of silence. “Dream, I can’t believe—” He stops. “Nevermind,” he says, sheepishly. “I’ll wait until you’re better.”

Dream silently thanks him with a squeeze of his hand. Sapnap squeezes back.

#dnn #dnnweek2023 #dnnw23_d3 #woohoo #🍟

10 notes · View notes

sadnesslaughs · 8 months

Text

You, a D-list villain, like to make sure all the kid superheroes you fight study, so you weave bits of their lessons into your evil schemes.

(A writing prompt I responded to.)

“No, no, don’t scream, it’s ok. Ah, wait, don’t drop my heart, I still need that.” Arthur the undying reached out, catching his beating heart as it fumbled out of the hero’s hands. The poor rookie pale, all the life sapped from her face, seeing the grotesque sight of the villain with his chest cavity split open.

“I’m sorry. I KILLED YOU.” Abby Litrock sobbed. The hero gripping the edge of her mask as she burst into tears, making Arthur feel rather awkward. The villain fiddled with his body, trying to peer into his chest. After a bit of pushing, he found a spot for his heart, hoping it was in the right place.

“It’s ok. I’m durable. As long as my hearts not crushed, I can’t die. Even my brain can regenerate. Pretty neat, right? Please don’t ask me if I’m still myself if my brain regenerates. Thoughts like that keep me up at night.” Arthur laughed, trying to cheer up the sobbing hero. “Listen, you need to know how to close up a wound. What would you do if a civilian got hurt? Crying won’t save them.”

“B…but… I’m scared.” Abby sniffled, wiping her eyes. She had lifted her mask a little, exposing her face to the villain, giving him a view of her crooked left tooth and cut on her right cheek. If he were a malicious villain, those little details could be enough to track her down. Arthur pretended not to see, peering away as she collected herself.

“That’s normal. If you didn’t get scared by such a sight, you would be a… Well, you would be a villain.” Arthur again laughed, handing her some bandages and stitches from his costume. “Look, usually I don’t get this banged up, so it’s on me for not dodging your attack. It’s ok, you made a mistake, now fix it like your role models would.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, be a hero. Heroes aren’t perfect. It’s not about making mistakes, it’s how you learn and proceed after making such mistakes. If you roll over now, you’ve made two mistakes. If you do your best and help me, you’ve only made one.” Arthur explained, putting a bloody hand under his neck for comfort. “Now, go ahead.”

Abbie slid her mask down again, leaning over Arthur’s body. She gagged, turning her face away, trying not to hurl. “It’s so messy.”

“Ok, ouch. Little hurtful. I can’t exactly clean up my insides. Come on, imagine I’m someone you desperately want to save. Brave the disgust and discomfort.”

With a little more encouragement, she reached out with the bandages, trying to close the large gaping wound with them. Arthur grinned, assuming she would realize her mistake, only for Abby to continue, her attempts at helping only getting the bandages bloody.

“Close the wound first. If this were real case, a wound like this wouldn’t heal with only stitches. Thankfully for you, this is only for demonstration purposes. My body will heal up once it’s closed, regardless of organs and so forth. In a real-life situation, you hopefully won’t run into wounds like this.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Again, don’t be sorry. Be a hero.” Arthur saw her smile, finally getting through to her. With a little more confidence, she started stitching the wound. The first few attempts were rough, cutting his skin and twisting it in eye-clinchingly painful directions. Even so, Arthur didn’t scream or groan, letting her learn from those little mistakes.

“Ok, everything feels closed. Now, wrap me up and call me a mummy. Ah, like a mummy from Pharoah times. Not in a weird way.” Arthur chuckled, glad that Abby didn’t appear to be listening. The hero too transfixed on her role to care about whatever remark left his lips. When she finished her bandaging, she smiled, taking a step back.

“How do you feel?” Abby said, hands resting near her stomach, standing tall as she proudly admired her work.

“Like I’m whole again. Thank you. Do you feel confident enough to do that in the field?” Arthur asked, patting her on the head.

“Sure do. Thank you.”

“No problem. It’s getting late, you should head off. Don’t want to worry the other heroes, right?”

“Of course not!” She waved at Arthur before flying off, leaving the villain to smile, proud of her. To see her overcome her fear was admirable, something he admired about the heroes he fought against.

“How touching. To think you did that all out of the goodness of your heart.” Purple Slice’s voice echoed through the air. The hero sitting on the edge of a rooftop, gazing down at the villain.

“Purple? Where’s Blue and Red?”

“Cute joke.”

“Appreciate it. Aren’t you a little too high grade for a D-lister like me? Don’t tell me you're bullying the weaker villains. I expect that from Captain Smash or whatever his name is, but you. I thought better of you.” Arthur said, feigning disgust, tugging his lip up to show that high level of disgust.

“I am. Still, a little birdy told me you happen to be committing a lot of crimes near our rookie bases. Is that not something that requires a senior hero’s attention?”

“Senior? You're too harsh on yourself. You don’t look a day over forty. At least that’s what I would say if I could see your face. So, think I’m corrupting the youth or something?” Arthur leaned against the alley wall, giving Purple Slice some space so she could jump down. She descended, landing close to Arthur, doing that typical heroes landing where she let one knee hit the floor. Arthur feeling a hint of jealousy, remembering the time he attempted it and ended up with a broken kneecap.

“No, your lessons have been helpful.”

“Why thank you.”

“Not finished. Helpful for both parties.” When she rose, she held a small electronic chip, swiping the blue card from Arthur’s pocket. “Interesting little device you have. Wouldn’t be stolen, would it?” Purple Slice said, those purple lips getting wider as she shook the chip in his face.

“Stolen? Abby must have dropped it. Happens all the time.” Arthur lied, only to drop his shoulders, shaking his head. “Eh, let’s cut the cute talk. You got me. Yes, it’s stolen. Abby chased me and I distracted her with a lesson. The same tactic I used on the other pups in your kennels. You already knew that, right?”

“Of course.” She slid the chip into her backup phone, scanning through the files. Once she had verified the documents on it, she handed it back. “Not exactly worth a lot. Think there’s about five hundred on that chip.”

“Huh? It shouldn’t have had one thousand!” Arthur whined, only to see Purple Slice staring at him, giving him a look that said he should be thankful the chip had anything left on it. “Alright, alright. Five hundred it is. Why is there five hundred on it? Giving me stolen money, that’s a scandal.”

“I never said it was stolen. It’s my money. The thousand will go back to its rightful owners. Consider it my way of thanking you. I’m sure you convinced yourself that you're doing this for the money. However, if that were the case, you wouldn’t spend so much time with them. I’m not sure why helping these heroes is so important to you, but I appreciate it.”

“I’m only trying to plan for the future. If I get on speaking terms with the future heroes, I’ll be able to manipulate them.” Arthur gloated and again, Purple Slice stared at him, not believing a single word. “Really? Nothing?”

“Did you want me to say something?”

“Say I’m dastardly or something. I hate it when you stare, makes me feel like an idiot.”

“You said it, not me.”

“That’s rude. Well, I’m not going to say I don’t appreciate the money. So, thanks. It’s a little degrading getting it from a hero, though.” Arthur put the chip into his pocket before glancing down the alley. “So, I walk off? Not going to hit me over the head or something?”

“If I wanted you captured, I would have done it already. You’re free to leave.” When Arthur turned to leave, Purple Slice stopped him, adding one last thing. “I could put in a good word. Get you a job with us.”

Arthur paused, considering it, only to turn to her, shaking his head. “I prefer my role as a villain. I like the thrill of a robbery. You know what? When I successfully complete a big heist or become a senior, then I’ll consider joining you. Until then, I’ll keep traumatizing your heroes. See ya, Purple.” He waved, heading back to his apartment, glad he could afford his groceries for this month.

#short stories #writing #writing prompt #story #writer

0 notes

prettytoxicrevolver · 3 years

Text

Acrylics | Headcanon

Requested? Nope

Warnings? None

CC's Included? Corpse Husband, Dream, Awesamdude, Wilbur Soot, Sapnap, BoomerNA, Punz, Quackity, Karl Jacobs

Word Count: 1,730

My first ever set of headcanons! Pls feel free to tell me if they suck or if you want more!! My requests are always open :)

Corpse

-you’ve had earrings for years now and didn’t think acrylics would mess you up

-you were definitely wrong

-you suddenly became notorious for dropping earring backs, losing them in the carpet, and fumbling around for minutes at a time

-corpse had noticed you had started to take longer and longer getting ready

-he knew you loved changing your earrings, matching them to your outfit, and making a whole outfit out of it

-and yet one morning you two were actually headed out to get breakfast together

-when you were taking a while he decides to check on you and see if you’re okay

-he walks into the room, watching you pout in frustration as you tried again to put in your earrings

-he can’t help the small smile on his lips that occurs, watching as you tried over and over to put the jewelry in your ear

-he walks over, placing his hands on your shoulders until they fall down over your hands

-“let me help”

-he takes the earrings out of your hands, nudging you to turn in his grip

-he brushes your hair back before focusing intently on putting the earring in

-he’s scared about hurting you but you’re too busy focusing on the butterflies in your stomach to even notice

-he fastens the earrings with ease and without a second thought he presses a kiss to your forehead before telling you to turn and look in the mirror and see if it’s okay

-you’re practically glowing and that alone make corpse smile

-from now on he puts your earrings in for you

Dream

-the minute you got your nails done you realized what a struggle opening cans was going to be

-you loved Redbull and soda and pretty much anything that came into a can so you were definitely struggling

-dream watches as you leverage the can tab with a knife and pop it open that way, an adoring smile on his lips

-he watches you do this for a while, finding the action absolutely adorable for whatever reason

-one day you head to the fridge and grab a can of Redbull and Dream takes it out of your hands instantly

-he pops it open without a word and hands it back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he walks away

-you stand in the cold air of the fridge for minutes afterward, struck at how such a perfect boy could notice something so minute about you

-he always opens cans for you now

Sam

-having a difficult time typing never even occurred to you when you got your nails done

-you figured you’d either find a way around it or use text to speech if it got really difficult

-and it did get really difficult

-you had a 10-page essay due and the idea of ripping your extremely expensive nails off had crossed your mind more than once

-when you’re on your third page and can’t type one word without a mistake you let out a muted scream before dropping your head onto the desk

-Sam who had been sitting in the room the whole time offers a concerned look

-he makes his way over to you, rubbing your back slowly

-“what’s wrong baby?”

-“these stupid nails keep messing me up,” you whine leaning your head into his chest

-he picks your hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before nudging you out of the seat

-“what are you writing about?” he asks as you plop down onto the floor

-“what?”

-“what are you writing about? I can type it,”

-you swore you were about to get down on one knee and propose to him

-“uhm it’s about the similarities and differences of an older text and a newer text and why it’s fundamental to use both”

-“alright. tell me what I need to write next”

-you spent the next few hours telling Sam your plans and thoughts about the paper while he typed, your heart slamming appreciatively in your chest

Wilbur

-you had done pretty well with your hair after getting your nails done

-brushing it out, pulling it up, even twirling it around your fingers caused no issue and all ease

-however, when you see a TikTok tutorial of a girl pulling her hair up with butterfly clips this is when the trouble starts

-you sat in front of your bedroom mirror, twisting your hair and attempting to clip it in place, and proceeding to drop the clip over and over and over

-the frustration is unreal, and at one point you almost start crying in annoyance

-Wilbur walks into the room clueless and stops in his tracks immediately

-he kneels on the ground behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders

-you lean back into his touch and let it calm you as you drop the clips from your hands

-”what’s wrong my love?” he whispers calmly while pressing kisses to your head

-”I can’t get my hair right,” an unintentional whine coming out of your lips

-Wilbur reaches down to where the clips lay on the ground and gather them up

-”what do you want me to do?”

-you’re practically crying for a whole other reason now

-”i’m just trying to twist my hair up and pin it back” you explain

-wilbur watches you pull the hair back before opening the clip and securing it into place

-he smoothes down the hair as if he’s done it a million times and presses kisses to your head

-he’s the first person you call now when you need help with your hair

Sapnap

-okay you’ve never been great at opening sauce packets before

-but now that you got your nails done it’s downright impossible

-the first time you tried you swore it took you 30 minutes to even get it a little bit open

-so when you and Sap go to Chick fil A and sit down to eat you’re already groaning in annoyance as you pull out the chick fil a sauce packet

-Sap watches with amused eyes and a slight smirk as you struggle even getting the plastic between your fingers

-he grabs it from your hands without a word, tearing it open before placing it back in front of you

-every single time you go to a fast food place now he does it subconsciously whether you have acrylics on or not

-your heart aches a little every time he does it, nothing but love for the sweet boy before you

Boomer

-alright so you’ve never been a huge gamer in life

-sure you played the occasional game when you were younger or when your older brother needed help beating a level but that was about it

-when you met Boomer you realized how little you knew about video games, specifically minecraft

-while you never played the game you listened to Boomer tell you all about it and explain

-however when he started playing Halo in his free time that’s when you became interested

-your dad used to play the game 24/7 when you were younger, beating it a multitude of times on the old PC in the computer room

-and when he saw your interest piqued, he knew he had to teach you how to play valorant

-similar shooting games, right?

-you sat on his lap, his hands on top of yours as you try to work around having the longest fingernails ever and learn a new game

-you swear instead of you actually playing Boomer was doing all of the work

-it made your heart happy anyway

-you joked with him that when the fingernails come off you’ll beat his ass in valorant

-”Whatever you say my love” he assures pressing a kiss to your shoulder

Punz

-okay but opening jars normally is hard

-how the fuck were you supposed to open them with long ass fingernails on??

-you did probably the most ridiculous tips and tricks from TikTok to try and loosen the top of the jar

-nothing worked

-punz watched you amused day in and day out whenever you tried to open any jars

-some days he even let the jar loosen before hiding it back again and watching as you cheer excitedly, opening it on the first try

-one day you’re having a particularly hard time opening a jar, going as far as cursing in frustration over the opening

-punz walks over to you, pulling the jar from your hand and popping it open with ease you watch admirably

-you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek and he flushes underneath your touch

-now every time you have a jar you can’t open you’re right by Punz’s side pouting and holding out the food

Quackity

-obviously, Alex has always opened doors for you

-he’s even gone as far as smacking your hand away when you try to open a door for yourself

-and when you get your nails done? Forget about it

-he barely lets you lift a finger, not wanting for you to ruin your brand new manicure

-he’s seen you pull off quite a few nails by missing the door handle and hitting it a bit too hard

-there’s no way he’s gonna make you lose more

-”i’m going to work!” you yell out to Alex as you walk out the door

-he rushes in behind you unexpectedly and out towards your car

-he already has the door opened and is offering a big grin

-you lean up and press a kiss to his lips, your heart surging at the idea that you had gotten the best boyfriend in the world

Karl Jacobs

-kinda like typing, you never thought you’d have an issue writing stuff down with your nails on

-however, this time around you got your nails a little longer than usual and it was a struggle

-as you’re scribbling down a grocery list you mess up practically every other word in sloppy writing

-Karl tilts his head when he tries reading the list and smiles

-”baby let me write the list,” he whines the next time you go shopping

-you tell him everything you need and Karl writes it down in perfect hand writing, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he gets up

-you’ll never not be shocked when he does something so simple but precious

1K notes · View notes

heliads · 3 years

Text

Crows

Everyone has a symbol on their palm that somehow relates to your soulmate. You have a crow, which led to you joining the Dregs in Ketterdam. Every Dreg has a soulmate symbol that in no way relates to you- except Kaz Brekker, as no one has seen his palm at all.

masterlist

You stare at the crow inked into your palm. It stares back at you.

You hesitate for a second longer, then snap your hand shut, letting the unblinking eyes of the black bird disappear back behind your fingers. This is the price of a soulmate, of wandering too far from your home and never finding the one person you were meant to belong to. This is the price of being a canal rat, a Grisha, of being anybody still foolish enough to believe in a soulmate in the midst of all this darkness.

Soulmates may technically be real, but people only believe in them as much as they do Inej’s Saints, or anybody else’s long-held dreams. Between the wars and Shadow Folds springing up across the world, it’s getting pretty hard for anyone to find their soulmate at all. It’s supposed to be simple- one mark on each person’s palm to designate their soulmate, a mark that will disappear at the first touch of their hand on yours. Sometimes, you wonder what mark would be on your soulmate’s skin: a flame or sparking coal, maybe, for your branch of the Small Science, or a skull, for all the death that seems to shadow your path.

The crow has been on your palm for as long as you can remember, as long as anyone has ever had a soulmate. It was there when you were born, but judging by your trend in luck, it’ll probably be there until the day you die. Soulmates aren’t for girls like you, girls who flee their homes to trade a life amongst the Grisha for a death in the gray-streaked streets of Ketterdam.

You were born an Inferni, that much is true. You witnessed the Ravkan civil war, and you were there to flee it for safer tides. You weren’t sure what cruel twist of fate landed you in Ketterdam, one of the worst places for a Grisha, but you were at least able to keep your identity a secret. You’d seen what happened to the luckless Grisha trapped inside neverending indentures, and you know what tortures would await you if word of your firestarting habit got out. So, you never spoke a word, and pretended you were just another otkazat’sya traveler in need of safe harbors.

You hadn’t been wandering the canals long before your path turned into the Barrel. It wasn’t an intentional choice, just an eventual fate that you would end up in the worst part of the twisting sidestreets. There was no escaping the Barrel, not unless you were a wealthy mercher or some other lucky sap who the Saints blessed with the ability to avoid getting dragged down into the muck like everyone else. You learned the names and locations of all the gangs like everyone else: Black Tips, Dime Lions, and most notably, the Dregs.

Your breath had caught in your chest when you heard of them. They frequented the Crow Club, some were called the crows themselves, their leader had a crow on his cane. Everything seemed to point in a glaringly obvious arrow towards your soulmate mark: a crow for a crow. Where else could you have ended up?

You knew better now. You had met Kaz Brekker, the boy with the crow cane, and you knew that any chance of finding a soulmate among his crew was near impossible. You had been walking home after dark one night when you found yourself set upon by a duo of thugs. Not Dregs, possibly Dime Lions with a bone to pick, angry that the Dregs had such control over the pigeons of Fifth Harbor. They had been expecting an easy mark, somebody they could thunk over the head with a pair of brass knuckles and walk away without a scratch. They weren’t expecting you to beat them into the dust in a matter of seconds.

No matter your status or location, you were still a Grisha, and you’d been trained by Botkin long enough to be able to defend yourself. When the goons were finally laid at your feet, unconscious, you had allowed yourself a moment to smile. It was easy to feel low, a gutter rat in the canals of Ketterdam, but being able to use your fists again almost reminded you of the training halls at the Little Palace.

Enjoying this one brief memory, though, was a slip that you shouldn’t have made. When you looked up, you weren’t alone- a boy stood before you, gloved hands clasped over a crow’s head cane. You didn’t particularly know who he was, or make the connection between him and the Dregs, and moved to get out of the alleyway before he decided to make the same mistake as the thugs. He had slid his cane in front of you, fast as lightning, stopping you in your place. “I think we should speak about your future in Ketterdam.”

You were annoyed at this sudden interruption. “I think you should leave me alone.” You had retorted, using your hand to move his cane back in front of him. You had also been irritated, both by the fight and this boy’s brashness, and slipped your hand into his pocket for just a second to retrieve a newly shined pocketwatch. No one could have possibly seen it, this tiny movement, and the boy certainly didn’t, as he let you pass without another word.

You were still grumbling when you got back to the ramshackle building you called an apartment complex, and your landlady had raised an eyebrow when she saw you. “What, have you finally realized that it was a fool’s errand to come here?” She asked, and you shook your head. “No, just bothered by some guy with a crow’s head cane. Weird prop to carry around.” The woman had blanched, face suddenly seeming to age a decade in a second.

She had bustled over to you, voice low as if terrified that the boy might be able to hear her. “That’s Kaz Brekker, you fool. He runs the Dregs. Saints, he might even run this city.” She had hurried away from you then, forcing herself back to her work. Even then, you had known she was wrong. There was nothing the Saints could know about Kaz Brekker, nothing they could even hope to involve themselves in.

You had shaken the experience away, climbing up the stairs to your apartment. When you pushed open the door, however, you saw that you were not alone. The boy from earlier was back, this time leaning against the far wall. He gestured for you to close the door, which you did, albeit hesitantly. You had no idea how he got in- you had changed the locks when you first arrived at the apartment all those weeks ago, barred the windows, made it impossible for anyone except you to make their way inside. Yet here he stood, with knowledge of both where you lived and how to get there before you. It was impossible. Well, impossible for anyone except Kaz. The Barrel was his home, after all, and you doubt Dirtyhands had ever bothered to knock.

His fingers tapped the crow’s head of his cane. “I don’t think we quite finished our conversation. You could do more than just wash dishes, you know. The Dregs could always use a new member. That, and I’d like you to return what you stole from me. I’m impressed, actually. No one is that good at pickpocketing except me, and no one would try something that daring except for, well, me. I think you’d fit in nicely with my gang.”

You had folded your arms across your chest. “And I’m meant to believe that my pickpocketing was impressive enough to warrant a visit from Dirtyhands himself?” Kaz had shrugged, the movement stiff in the darkness. “You can believe whatever you want. I just want to see if you’ll take a good offer when you see one.” After a while, you had accepted, and Kaz had left, but not before whispering something in your ear. “If you steal from me again, I will cut off both of your hands. I don’t tolerate theft, not from me.”

You had heard enough threats to know that he meant good on this one. As it turned out, however, Kaz would not have to fear theft from you again. You found a home amongst the Dregs, a home you weren’t likely to give up due to the thrill of pickpocketing Kaz Brekker. You had a room at the Slat, a place at the table, a voice in the masses. It was something you weren’t willing to trade away.

Even amongst the many crows of Kaz Brekker’s gang, however, you still couldn’t let the issue of your soulmate go. You can remember one night, late into the night’s bells when you, Inej, Jesper, Matthias, and Nina had all made the journey up to Kaz’s office, slumped against chairs and floorboards and chatting the night away. Kaz was sitting at his desk, apparently doing paperwork, but you did notice that he kept coincidentally chiming into conversations even when he said he wasn’t paying attention.

At some point, Nina steered the conversation to soulmates. She held up her now blank palm, proclaiming that at some point it had held a wolf’s head. She had been terrified, she said, terrified that she would have a drüskelle or some other weirdo for a soulmate. Matthias had acted affronted at that, but if he was feeling particularly charitable he might relent and tell the gathered Crows about how he’d had a heart on his hand, and how frustrated he’d been when it had disappeared the second he’d locked Nina away on that slaver’s ship.

Nina had turned to Kaz then, intent on poking the bear and having some sort of fun that night. “So, Brekker, what’s your soulmate mark? Or do you not do that sort of zealot human thing we call soulmates?” Kaz had raised his eyebrows, looking distinctly bored. Of everyone in the room, you’re pretty sure that only you and Inej would be able to tell that he was holding back a smile.

“I’m not entirely a monster, Zenik. I do have a soulmate.” Nina had leaned forward, intent on clarification. “Then what’s the mark? We can’t just take a gander at your palm, remember? They’re hidden by your gloves.” Kaz had let his papers fall back to the desk with a thunk, turning to her with an expression laced with both exasperation and studied disinterest. “It’s a fire. A small flame. Happy?”

Nina had looked fascinated. “Beatific. I wonder what that means. An Inferni, maybe?” She wiggled her eyebrows at Kaz. “Maybe it’s supposed to show that they’re devilishly attractive. Really hot, get it?” Kaz had made a sound that was either a dry cough or his best attempt at a laugh. “Hilarious, Nina. I see why you’re a Heartrender- you could make a person want to die based on your jokes alone.”

Nina had acted affronted, making sure everybody knew that her jokes were hilarious, thank you very much, but you couldn’t help but think about the repercussions of this. What if Nina’s first guess was right, and Kaz’s soulmate was an Inferni, like you? If your tattoo was of a crow, and Kaz’s was of flames, then surely it was too much to just be a coincidence. You’d never know, anyway, because soulmate marks only disappeared on flesh to flesh contact. Kaz always wore gloves, so you’d never find out the truth. Besides, you remind yourself, the chances of this were superbly unlikely. A crow could mean anything, so could a flame. You need to stop getting your hopes up.

Despite the possibilities and impossibilities, you’ve still been running with the canal rats long enough to know that you can’t dwell forever on what might have been. You’re a Dreg now and you need to focus on that instead. When Kaz announces an upcoming settlement with the Razorgulls, yet another one of the gangs that roam the streets of Ketterdam, you’re eager for a chance at something entertaining after a long while of nothing. Kaz will meet with the leader to negotiate their way through a claim on the various pigeons coming and going from the harbors, and that will be that.

However, this is the Barrel. Negotiations are rarely easy. This is why, when Jesper arrives as Kaz’s second, he’s shunted aside to a separate room to stay out the duration of the meeting. Kaz and the leader of the Razorgulls are on the opposite side of the street in an empty courtyard, far away from any help should they need it. Kaz was prepared for this, as always, and set up a plan. Inej will shadow Jesper, making sure that he’ll have a way out if he needs it, and you’ll be shadowing Kaz himself. You’re not sure why Kaz chose you instead of his faithful Wraith, only that he rarely makes decisions based on nothing and you would do best to follow his judgement. The times he’s let you down are few and far between.

You and Inej split up, staying amongst the rooftops to avoid detection. She follows Jesper and the Razorgulls’ second into a crowded tavern, and you head towards the abandoned courtyard. Ahead of you, Kaz’s cane taps against the crooked cobblestones as he wends through desiccated hedges and marble statues severely lashed by time. The Razorgulls’ leader is waiting for him there, but you can’t follow now. Instead, you stick to the edges, climbing stairs and making your way into the empty buildings that watch over the courtyard like silent sentries.

You’re not sure what trouble you’ll be walking into, only that it will exist in some crooked form. There’s no logical reason the Razorgulls would want the seconds in another building unless they were planning something, and no reason Kaz would agree to this at all if he wasn’t sure you could have his back when he needed it. As you creep along the buildings, keeping a careful eye on the proceedings through the few broken windows, you notice that the two gang leaders have begun to speak. You can’t quite hear what they’re saying, only a few whispers here and there.

You’re just rounding a corner, ready to make your way into a neighbouring building, when the lights flash off, landing you in darkness. Instantly, you panic. Lighting is scarce here, only the moonbeams and a couple of oil lamps, but there’s no reason they should have shut down this quickly. You hear footsteps on the stairs, along with two pairs of voices: Razorgulls, discussing how important it is to stick to the shadows so Brekker can’t see them.

Your heartbeat thuds in the dark as you realize they haven’t spotted you yet. In fact, they have no idea you’re there at all. When Kaz was giving directions for the negotiations, he specifically told you to make sure that you weren’t seen, even if rival gang members showed up. If you want to go along with his plan and make sure he lives to see the end of this shoddy deal, you’ll have to stay in hiding.

This, however, is easier said than done. If the lights were on, you would be able to see the wooden beams of the floor and tell which ones would creak and which wouldn’t, which large shapes of furniture to avoid and which holes in the floorboards you should step over. A chill washes over you as you realize what you’ll have to do. You move your fingers together, quick as scraping flint against steel, and a small flame materializes at the pad of your index finger. It’s small, barely visible to anyone except you, but it’s enough to help you get out of the room before the Razorgulls notice you.

Even as the thrill of using your Grisha power after so long sends a charge of energy through your veins, you can’t help but feel uneasy. The only reason you’ve been able to survive in the Barrel and avoid unwholesome indentures is because you never used your power, not once. Even if it was necessary, this still feels bad.

You’ve found a new hiding place in the corner of the room and move to extinguish your flame now that it’s no longer useful. However, it’s been too long since you last used your powers as an Inferni, and your concentration wavers. The flame grows brighter and you start to panic, eventually clamping down your mind and forcing the fire to disappear.

The disappearance comes too late. The Razorgulls have seen some light in the shadow that wasn’t supposed to be there and are now edging your way, careful not to let you out of their sight. You have no choice but to take them down, standing over their unconscious bodies and feeling a wave of nerves crest over you. Kaz specifically said not to mess with the gangs, but you had no choice. You can only hope that this won’t ruin his plan too much.

Quietly, you step through the room and unlock a window, letting the panes move open in the wind. Now, you can hear the voices echoing up from the courtyard, and your heart sinks as you realize that things aren’t going well. The leader of the Razorgulls has revealed his ace in the hole, that he’s got guns trained on Kaz right now. Kaz just laughs, the sound as cold as rocks scraping against a ship’s hull, ready to damn a hundred men to the depths of the ocean.

“Do you, though? Who are the men you sent up- Dirk Struik and Niels ter Avest? Your coffers may be deep, but mine are more extensive. Gentlemen, take down this man, if you please.” Your stomach twists as you realize Kaz was counting on the men you just knocked out. Without them, he’s alone with a man pointing a gun at his skull. There’s no way around this- you’re going to have to break your most cherished rule again.

You thrust your palms out in front of you, letting tendrils of flame arc out of your hands and cascade onto the leader of the Razorgulls. He twists in agony, burns appearing on his skin. He only suffers for a moment or two, however, until he becomes unconscious due to the pain. Kaz’s head jerks up, staring at you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Kaz Brekker truly surprised, but he most certainly was not expecting this.

You don’t think there’s anything you can do except try to explain yourself. You jump down from the open window, letting your heels land lightly on the stones of the courtyard. Kaz seems frozen in place for a second, then moves forward until you’re standing only a few feet apart. Your breath comes wild in your chest. Kaz speaks after the longest of moments. “Where were the guards?”

You hold up your hands uselessly. “They saw me. I had to take them out.” Kaz’s eyes dart to your palms, faster than a sharpshooter pulling the trigger. He takes in the smoke still curling around your fingers, then the crow mark in the middle of your hand. When he speaks again, his voice has lost its icy edge. He just sounds like a boy again, young and confused.

“You never told me you were an Inferni.” You sigh. “It was a secret I needed to keep. You know what happens in the Barrel, the indentures and the tortures. If I used my powers, I would have died a long time ago.” Kaz jerks his head in a harsh nod. “I don’t blame you for surviving. We have all committed worse crimes to live” Your voice gains a confidence it didn’t have before. “Then what do you blame me for? You’re upset, anyone could tell that. If it’s not with me keeping my Grisha abilities a secret, then what is it?”

Kaz hesitates, as if pulling himself back from a yawning chasm. “Me.” You stare at him, at the indecision wracking his brow, then at the way he’s pulling at the glove at his palm. His hands almost seem to shake, like he’s still not sure that he’s doing the right thing. He pulls the glove off, inch by inch, seeming to dread every second that his hands aren’t covered by the black leather. At last, you see it- the mark on his palm, the flame sparking into being right there on his hand.

He reaches out tentatively. “I need to know.” He manages, and at last you understand. You move your own hand slowly, stopping when it’s only a few inches away from his. Kaz squares his shoulders, as if preparing to jump from another broken building, then closes the distance and lets his hand rest lightly on yours. As you watch, your soulmate tattoos shimmer for a second and then vanish, erasing from your skin as if they’d never been there at all.

Kaz lets his gaze linger on the empty skin of your palm, and then he seems to come back into himself, snatching his hand away like he’s flinching from a blow. You can see it in his eyes that he regrets this, that he can’t keep his hand there, but you understand. You can understand quite a lot from him.

Kaz’s voice is like the grating of metal. “I’m not somebody you want as a soulmate. It won’t be easy. It won’t be good.” You laugh quietly in the night. “If I wanted something easy, I would have never come to Ketterdam.” Kaz nods at this, something almost like relief in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” You manage. Something almost like a smile flits across Kaz’s face. “Good. We have much to discuss.”

1K notes · View notes

togrowoldinv · 2 years

Text

The Most Perfect Woman

Part VI: New Year's Eve

Florence Pugh x Female Reader

You ring in the New Year with Florence and friends.

Part I: The Meet Cute, Part II: The Fight (Well, Sort Of), Part III: The Make Up, Part IV: The Holidays Begin, Part V: Christmas Day, Masterlist

It is New Year’s Eve and there is a huge cast party tonight. You are really excited to see everyone again, especially Florence. Things seem to have changed a bit with the two of you over the holiday. You are closer than ever.

When party time arrives, you hear a knock at your apartment door. You expect your driver to be there, but instead you see Lizzie when you open the door.

“Hey, y/n!” she says. “You look amazing!” She pulls you into a strong embrace.

“Thanks! So do you! How did you even know where I lived?” you asked her.

“I have my ways,” she shrugs. “Are you ready to go? A lot of us are riding in the car that’s waiting downstairs,” she explains.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me just grab a coat,” you tell her, and she nods.

Once you get out of the door and into the elevator, she asks you how your holiday was. You smile at the memories of your family and of Florence. That woman lives rent free in your mind. You tell Lizzie about how Flo played the piano Christmas night, and she smiles so widely at you.

“That sounds pretty romantic, y/n,” she says as you step out of the elevator. You stop walking when you process what she says. Wait, does everyone see it? Does Florence? “Are you okay?” Lizzie returns to your side and asks you.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just- never mind,” you say. “Let’s get to the party.”

The party is so elegant. Literally everyone who is anyone is there, but your eyes land on one particular blonde that brightens up the room with her presence. She’s the only person you can see. She is busy talking to everyone, or rather being talked to by everyone, so you hang in the corner talking to the other cast members as they pass by until it’s close to midnight.

“Go get her, y/n,” a voice says from beside you, and you jump a bit. You hadn’t noticed you weren’t standing alone anymore.

“Oh, Brie. You scared me,” you say, and she laughs at you fondly.

“My bad. But really you should tell her how you feel,” she says to you seriously.

“Is it obvious?” you ask, really praying it is not.

“Somewhat. You both seem to be blissfully unaware of how noticeable it is though. But we all can see it,” Brie says, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “We all think you would be cute together. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m kind of a sap for love.” You giggle a bit at her confession, and she flashes you one more encouraging smile before she’s pulled away by her boyfriend.

You walk towards Florence determinately and she catches your eye with a bright smile. Your heart beats fast in your chest. You feel like you’ve just run a marathon and cannot catch your breath. Adrenaline pumps through your veins.

“Hello, darling,” Florence greets you with a hug. As always, she places her face into your neck and breathes in the scent of you.

“Hey, Florence. You look wonderful tonight,” you tell her earnestly. And she does. She is wearing a black dress that has the perfect amount of shimmer to it that it reflects beautifully in the dim light.

“You’re too kind, y/n,” she replies. Just as you were about to ask her to go somewhere and talk, everyone begins counting down from ten until midnight. You turn towards the tv where everyone is watching the ball drop. You hadn’t realized it had gotten so late.

Everyone has gathered close to their loved ones, but you and Florence sort of just stand there. But when it hits five seconds, Florence lightly grabs your shoulder to turn you around. She pulls you close. Closer than you’ve ever been to her. You can feel her breath on your lips. All things Florence floods your senses.

“Can I kiss you?” With three seconds left, she whispers the words so softly, but you hear them.

“Yes. God, yes,” you reply.

Midnight strikes and her lips find yours. They are soft, perfect. It’s exactly as you imagined it, the feeling of her lips on yours. Both of you smile into the kiss and pull back slightly just for a moment. Her eyes look into yours and you lean closer to her again. Capturing her lips in a deeper kiss. You waited so long for this moment. Months of passion comes to the surface as you kiss her.

Once you both feel the need to breathe, you separate your lips, but still stand so close to each other.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you don’t even know,” Florence speaks first. Her happiness evident in her tone.

“Me too, Florence. I can’t even count the times I almost kissed you when we were hanging out,” you say, your voice breathless and loving.

“It was the same for me, baby. You should get used to this now. I’m going to be kissing you a lot more. If that is okay with you, of course,” Florence tells you and you press a soft kiss to her lips.

“It’s definitely okay with me, Flo,” you tell her, and she beams at you. “Okay, this may be a bit cheesy, but I’m just going to ask. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“I’d be delighted, y/n,” Florence replies. The music shifts to a slow song as everyone rings in the new year. “Darling, may I have this dance?” She asks you as she pulls you towards the dance floor.

“You may,” you say and join all of your friends.

You dance close to Florence for the rest of the night. To slow songs, to rap songs, even to some karaoke that started in the early hours of the morning. Your smile is impossibly wide all night as you hold her tight. Everything feels so right.

“Best New Year’s ever, huh?” Florence asks as you find a quiet moment when the party has begun to die down.

“Best New Year’s ever,” you confirm, and she kisses you long and slow.

It really is the most perfect night with the most perfect woman in the world.

Note: Thank you all so much for reading this series! I hope that you enjoyed it. I never thought that I would ever put it out for anyone to read, but I am very glad that I have. I really enjoyed writing for Florence and I can see myself writing more in the future. Again, thank you for reading. It means a lot.

Tag List: @flosbelova, @tati3001, @jeyramarie

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh #marvel cast x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #brie larson x reader

216 notes · View notes

absentia-if · 2 years

Note

"i'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you..." for M. We must soften their snarky heart

“Why are you different whenever we’re out in public?” A small wince flits across your face as you realize how that must sound, but your question had come from a place of genuine intrigue. “Not that I have a problem with it but it’s been something that’s been nagging at my thoughts.”

Azure blue eyes lift from their iPad, that no doubt harbored the newest medical journal they found interesting, as a gentle smile quirks full lips; one of their hands rubbing the fuzzy-sock clad foot in their lap.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to give me an example, babe.” Their head tilts in that adorable way that always reminds you of Athena and Kodiak. “I have a tendency to act in a multitude of ways.”

At their teasing tone, you playfully roll your eyes. “Like today for example, you were the sappier than a maple tree but the moment we set foot outside it was like winter had taken root.” Your brow furrows as you recall the almost drastic way M seemed to close in on themself. “I just wanted to know why that is.”

There’s a beat of silence— to the point you think you angered them— but, just as you’re about to say something, an amused chuckle escapes them and they pat their lap. A low command, whispered out in a slightly husky voice, following soon after. “Come here.”

Not needing to be told twice, you soon find yourself in their lap, your arms wrapped around their neck loosely, and surrounded by their warm embrace. Though their body heat could never compare to pure, unaltered adoration shimmering within the crystalline blue depths.

“The first thing I’d like to say is that you’re adorable for worrying about me but there’s no need.” They dip their head to place a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “As you know, I’m not the most open person in the world—” They tut before you have the chance to interrupt with your own teasing remark; a chastised kiss to your lips a follow up to show that they weren’t upset. “I’m not the most open person. I’m on my guard for the rest of the world, but w—”

“Then why are you such a sweetheart with me?” You couldn’t stop the questions from tumbling from your lips. “Why are you the biggest sap with our dogs? What is so diff—”

Your abruptly cut off as M gently pinches your lips together. Their brow arching in a silent question: May I speak?

At your nod, M releases you and simply drops the offending hand back to your waist. “As I was saying, baby.” They gently pinch your sides in silent jest. “With you I don’t feel the need to do that. I-I know that I can be better in public but I want you to know that I can see myself becoming what I am in private out in the world too. As long as I have you by my side I know that I’m safe.”

You didn’t know you could possibly love them more, but you found yourself falling even more in love with them. “I don’t want you to change, M. I want you exactly as you are.”

They smile, their lips meeting yours for a lingering kiss.

“I love you,” they murmur a second later, pulling away just enough so they can look deeply into your eyes. “More than I ever thought I could love another living soul. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you.”

Pulling you against their chest, M wraps you securely in their embrace.

“My safe haven.”

#absentia #michael steele #margot steele #dialogue prompts #anonymous #asks #ask #snippet

110 notes · View notes

elysianslove · 3 years

Text

euphoria ; itadori yuuji

synopsis; a serene beach date, followed by intimacy at home

pairing; itadori yuuji x fem!reader

genre; fluff, smut

warnings; smut! unprotected sex, which i do not condone this is fanfiction people. curses i guess? yuuji being cute as fuck <3

note; all characters are 18+ . please don’t read the smut if you’re a minor. there’ll be a page break separating the fluff from the smut! this shit is like over 4k words rip im sorry if there are mistakes

━━ it's not the first time he's seen you in a swimsuit. it's not even a bikini this time, and he's seen you in much more revealing clothing. you've laid bare next to him as the sun seeped through the curtains and woke the two of you up, and taken countless showers with him, soaked in the water inside a bathtub, his revealed chest to your naked back. and yet, yuuji gawks at you like it is the first time.

you only huff out a laugh as you slip the cover up off your shoulders, kneeling down to roughly fold it in your bag. his gaze is piercing, but you like the lingering presence of it. he whistles as you stand to your full height again, before eagerly removing shirt with a grin, reaching for the neck hemline and pulling it off. "so hot," he tells you, earning an eye roll from you. you're not given much warning before his strong arms are wrapping around your waist, picking you up off of the sand.

"yuuji, put me down!" you exclaim, but he only lifts you up higher, tossing you up on his shoulder.

he grips your waist with one arm, the other reaching up to grasp at your thighs as soon as you see the waves of the beach dance over to where your boyfriend stands. he continues inward, the water rising up to his waist, before he whispers out a measly apology, something like, "sorry, babe," before he's throwing you off his shoulder into the salty water.

a scream ripples out of your throat as you flail around, but there's no stopping it. you hit the water suddenly, initially freezing cold, before you move your limbs frantically to push your head out of the water. scowling at your boyfriend, who's cackling as if he were a wizard that's defeated his lifelong enemy, you push your hair out of your face. "what was that for!" you ask, swimming over to where he is.

he sinks below the water before you, his chin hovering over the water as he laughs. "it was out of love," he argues. "i wish i'd recorded it; your scream was hilarious."

instead of wallowing, you paint a mischievous grin on your lips as you plant your feet onto the sand beneath you, and leap up, aiming to dunk your boyfriend's head beneath the water. he's trained though, maybe not exactly for situations like this, but his reflexes are as sharp as ever. he catches your wrists easily, shifting his grasp of them in one hand, before using the other to grab your waist and push you beneath the water again. your eyes sting at the intrusion of salt water, throat burning, but the only true, lingering thought on your mind is just how easy it was for him to deflect you like that. you're terribly aware of yuuji's athleticism and strength, and yet it always manages to catch you off guard.

"no fair, yuuji," you say, pouting up at him as you blink away the residue of salt in your eyes. "that's twice in a row!"

yuuji only laughs again, reaching out for you beneath the water. his hands settle on your waist, but it's a soothing touch this time. no mischievousness behind them, only safety and security. he urges you closer to him until you rest your forearms on his shoulders, and then he leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose. "i promise no more slam dunking in the water," he tells you, lowering his lips to finally meet yours. you kiss him gently, enjoying the taste of salt that linger on your tongue when he opens his mouth for you. maybe it's a little lewd of you, openly making out with your boyfriend in a public beach's waters, but who can blame you really? he's breathtaking.

and you don't hesitate to him so. "you're mesmerizing, yuuji," you confess, lifting a hand to brush through his damp hair. some strands are sticking to his forehead, the pink of them more evident underneath the sunlight. you think that maybe he's left you this way, so mindlessly in love with him, because of the kiss. but really, you always feel this way for him. even if subconsciously.

"maybe i should slam dunk you more often," he teases you, but ultimately, he leans in for another kiss. "i think you're pretty neat."

"pretty neat, hm?" you wonder.

he hums. "yeah. the coolest girlfriend i could ask for, maybe," he continues. "prettiest, too." you humor him, and nod diligently. "by a long run, baby."

you press one last kiss on his lips, a quick peck, before pushing yourself out of his arms' hold, laying back atop the water. "help me float," you ask him, and then you feel his hands settle flat on your back, leaving a trail of heat along your spine. he's clueless of his effects as his face hovers over yours, shielding you from the sun, and you're insistent on keeping it that way, offering him a small smile.

he helps you dance above the waves for a few minutes, occasionally asking you random questions that you, honest to god, weren't sure if anyone had the answers to. and then, inevitably, he pouts down at you, complaining in a low voice, "m'hungry, babe."

thankfully, you'd prepared in advance for this date. rushing out of the water, with yuuji's hand in yours, you race across the sand to where your belongings were, an umbrella propped up for shade. you shiver as a breeze travels past you, painting goosebumps along your skin while your boyfriend urges you to move faster. as soon as you're there, he picks up your towel first, quickly wrapping it around your trembling frame and rubbing his hands up and down your arms, attempting to warm you up.

"all good?" he wonders, and you nod, even if you're still freezing, because he's still yet to dry himself off. finally, the two of you settle on the ground, a cloth beneath you acting as barrier to the sand, and you pull out the snacks you'd packed from your bag. all of his favorites. "you really are the best," he tells you, moaning as he takes a bite into his food. you offer him a sincere smile, shuffling nearer to him for both his body heat and to rest your head on his shoulder while you eat.

there really is no telling how time will pass when you’re with him. sometimes it’s slow, languid, the universe taking its time to stretch out the moments between you two, allowing you to lose yourself within every little thing. every kiss felt like a hundred, every embrace lasted years, every glance left a lingering tingle at the bottom of your spine. other times it’s quick, breathtakingly fast, but you still feel everything as strongly as you would on the opposing days. your heart just beats a little faster, racing to catch up with the way time speeds around you. his touch is fleeting, but the effect he has on you is always eternal. today, the earth seems to slow down with you, to accommodate with your need and desire to feel every moment to the fullest. it sympathizes with you, makes sure you catch even the tiniest of movements from yuuji, like the way his eyes blink rapidly to rid himself of the intruding salt dripping from his hair, or the way he’s moving closer to you to rest his head above yours.

god, you’re such a sap.

there’s another breeze that flies by, and you shiver again, instinctively pushing yourself closer to him. yuuji takes note, lifting his arm to wrap it around you, encasing you in his warmth.

“if you could be any animal, what would you be?” he asks you. it’s not sudden, the type of question, but his voice so near you is.

you only shiver again as you shrug. “i don’t know. never really gave it much thought,” you admit. “maybe a seal or something. they seem to be doing great.”

“a seal?” he wonders, then cranes his neck to look down at you with an approving grin. “nice one, babe.”

you snort, pushing your head into the crook of his neck, sighing against his collarbones. “what about you?”

his grip tightens around you as he rubs his hand up and down your arm soothingly. then, he replies, “maybe an eagle.”

“because it symbolizes freedom?” you ask.

yuuji shrugs softly. “maybe. or just because i’d like to fly. i’d carry you on my back and take you wherever you want,” he fantasizes.

“baby,” you start, sitting up straight to face him. “that’s what planes are for.”

the look on his face emits loud laughter from you, but he pinches the skin of your upper arm with a playful scowl, scoffing, “yeah but planes aren’t free, are they?” you hum, falling back into his embrace. he easily places his arms back around you, fitting you against him perfectly, before he speaks again. “where would you want to go?” he asks.

you sigh, “anywhere with you.”

he freezes for a moment, before he lets out a giggle. “you sap! god, you’re so in love with me.”

you can’t find it within yourself to tease him because, yes, you really are so in love with him. and you had meant it. his laughter fades out into happy sighs, and then he mumbles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “i’m so in love with you too.”

maybe you should’ve anticipated that this is where you’d be the moment you arrived back home with yuuji. it’s not that you minded; if anything, this is probably your fault more than his. it was evident in the way even the smallest of his touches, specifically today, lit a familiar fire in the pit of your stomach. inevitably, you figured, you would have found yourself in his lap anyways, knees perched on either side of him, legs spread and a flush traveling from your cheeks down to your chest.

you’d gone home with him with tired eyes and a glow to your skin. showering together hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary, either. it was simple, intimate, also hilarious when a wad of shampoo had fallen into one of yuuji’s eyes, prompting screams from him you never thought you’d hear. it’s after the shower that trouble started.

he had lazily leaned against the bed, only a towel wrapped his waist, his head tossed back against the wall. the tired sigh that left his lips mesmerized you, but you knew your thoughts were to remain as that, simple imaginations, because there’s no way either of you have a speck of energy for anything. you’re proven wrong when your boyfriend beckons you over onto the bed, not giving you much chance to even slip off your robe and into something slightly more comfortable. instead of allowing you to sit next to him, he’d lead you over onto his lap, propping you up, before capturing your lips in a lazy kiss.

you’d returned it, of course, because nothing feels better than kissing yuuji. nothing feels better than kissing yuuji with your hands on his neck, on his sturdy chest, down to strong stomach. the kiss turns feverish quickly, his grip on your covered waist tightening considerably before they travel down to your hips. he lifts himself up to sit more upright, guiding you closer to him, closer to where he wants you to be, before pushing you down harder onto him. against his mouth, you moan instinctively, hands traveling to tug lightly at his hair. a breathless gasp escapes his lips when you finally start grinding your lower body against his, his hands enforcing a bruising grip on your hips. you’re still covered, and so is he, but it isn’t long before the adrenaline truly takes over, and yuuji’s lifting his hips up to rid himself of the towel.

you’re about to follow suit, but even beneath you, he takes charge, untying the robe and slipping it off your shoulders hastily. neither of you dares to break the kiss as you’re finally completely bare before each other, and yuuji reaches forward to wrap his arms around your waist, pushing your chest flush against his. the action elicits a moan from the both of you, and you feel your nipples hardening as they brush against the muscle of yuuji’s chest. tiredness is long forgotten as your hips begin to grind aimlessly along his lap, and, in response, yuuji unfastens his left arm from around you, using the right one to steady you on top of him, as he brings one hand down between your legs.

his fingers brush against your folds, and he groans loudly at the first feel of you. he pulls back, breathlessly, to look into your eyes, noticing how hazy they’ve become, your pupils fully blown. then, he says, “wanna make you cum on my fingers, yeah?” a whine tumbles out from your lips and you nod frantically, giving him your answer to his indirect ask for consent. he collects some of your wetness on his fingers, before slowly slipping in his middle finger. although your mind had expected it, the intrusion is sudden to your body, and you lift yourself up reflexively. yuuji’s stronger than you though, and the grip of his right arm doesn’t falter as he sinks his finger deeper into you. he watches you through half lidded eyes as you throw your head back, welcoming easily the feeling that’s slowly beginning to overtake you.

he pulls out his finger to the first knuckle before pushing it back in, repeatedly, until he hears a breathless, “more,” fall from your lips. your wish is his command, and when he pulls his finger out, a second joins, filling you up even before. it’s incredible how easily you’re falling apart right before him, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly, your chest heaving as his fingers speed up their ministrations. he leans forward, clasping his mouth around one of your nipples, earning an even louder moan from you. your chest rises against his mouth, and his teeth clamp down lightly, pulling at your nipple, abusing it, as his fingers continue to drill in and out of you. his thumb reaches up to rub lightly against your clit, strengthening the fire filling your veins.

you’re making a mess of him, you’re sure, and you have half a mind to finally open your eyes and glance down at him. he’s fixated on you and your pleasure, mouth eager on your chest, arm flexing as he pushes two of his fingers in and out relentlessly. “m’gonna cum,” you whine helplessly, trembling in his grasp. he hums against your chest, letting your nipple fall from between his lips as his tongue dances along the perks. “yuuji, i’m gonna cum!”

he laughs, looking back up at you when you throw your head back, uselessly attempting to rock your hips in time to meet the thrust of his fingers. teasingly, he retorts, “nothing’s stopping you, darling.”

you’re already shaking in his grip, gradually losing more control of your body’s reactions. then, his eyes meets yours as he looks up, the same time his fingers are curling inside you and his teeth reach out to tug at your nipple —

you scream when you cum, sobbing helplessly as his fingers work you through your orgasm. your thighs involuntarily flex and you lean forward, unable to hold yourself up. his mouth leaves your nipple to allow him the pleasure of watching you properly. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant in a whisper, head falling onto his shoulder. his fingers don’t stop however, and you have to reach in between you to grip at his wrist in a silent plea.

yuuji laughs again, finally slowing down his hand’s movements until he eventually pulls his fingers out. “feel good baby?” he asks, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck as he feels your breathing slowly steady itself. you’re still slightly trembling atop him, but you know that you’re not even close to finished for the night.

you hum in response, nodding against him. lifting yourself up, yuuji beams up at your state, skin flushed and hair damp — he’s not sure if it’s the sweat or the shower from earlier, but either way, you look too gorgeous for your own good. unexpectedly, he feels you lift up his hand, gripping at his palm, before your mouth falls open, tongue slipping out, and you place his sticky fingers onto the muscle. his breathing halts when you wrap your lips around the digits, and he silently curses when he feels you suck lightly, tongue dancing over, around and in between his fingers.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he admits to you, and you hum again around his fingers diligently. “come on,” he urges you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and placing both hands on your waist. “can’t let you have all the fun.”

you giggle, nodding in agreement as you place your hands atop his. “want me to be on top?” you suggest.

“yeah, if you want me dead,” he jokes, before easily flipping the two of you over. you can’t help the squeal that cuts from your lips, but he swallows it easily with his mouth on yours, replacing it with a throaty moan. you can feel his dick hard against your thigh, leaking precum, smudged along your skin. he lifts himself up further along your body, pressing down against you until his heavy cock is trapped between your lower abdomens.

“yuuji, come on,” you whine up at him. your hand slides down to between you two, gripping the head of his cock, thumbing the slit. his figure falters above you, his arms trembling slightly at the feel of your hand around him.

his hand comes down to yours, swatting it off, before shifting down slightly to line himself up at your entrance. with his other hand, he spreads your legs further apart, hooking one onto his arm. once he’s satisfied, he settles the tip of his cock near your dripping sex, reveling in the noises that are spewing out of you — countless moans and breathless chants of please, please, please. he loves you always, but especially like this, all spread out for him, the heat of you nearly sucking him in as he teases your pussy.

“you look so pretty like this, baby,” he voices. you whine again as he rubs the head of his dick against your clit, throwing your head back and reaching out to grip his arm.

“please, yuuji,” you beg, and maybe if he had an ounce of self control within him at this rate he’d drag this out a little more. he’d tease you endlessly, till the sun came up again. but there’s a hunger within him that’s pleading and begging to be sated, so against all odds, with his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, he slowly enters you.

you muffle a cry at the feel of your walls stretching around him to accommodate him, and he can physically feeling you spasming around him already. he groans as he continues to sink in, his hand reaching out to fist the pillow by your head. your breath is heavy, labored, when he finally bottoms out. you feel so warm around him, it’s dizzying. “fucking tight,” he groans, his jaw tight.

he steadies himself, waiting for you to relax slightly. he doubts he’d be able to move even a little with how tight you felt around him, but slowly, surely, he feels you lift your hips slightly. “more, yuuji,” you mumble, eyes cloudy. he lifts his hand from near your head, gripping your hip instead, and with your leg lifted up on his shoulder, he pulls out, before slamming back in. your back arches as a loud moan rips from your throat, mindlessly cursing, “fuck!” he does it again, encouraged by the noises you’re making and the way your body’s reacting to him. you’re so fucking wet, dripping down onto the bed beneath the two of you, but he can’t even begin to think of anything but the fact that he’s reducing you to this state.

he continues to thrust diligently into you, his hips snapping against yours repeatedly. with the angle he’s fucking you, he continuously hits a specific spot within you, leaving your head cloudy and your spine tingling. he’s splitting you open in half at this point, but all you can do is lay there, muscles tight and exhausted, skin slick with sweat and chest flushed, rising and falling rapidly. your breasts bounce with every thrust, and you’re convinced he’s fucking you stupid as your eyes roll back, your back arching off the bed.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he praises you. “so good, pretty.” his voice is breathless, deeper too, and you look up at him for a split second. his eyes are trained down to where your bodies are connected, watching as you take him so well, his gaze never wavering.

when he leans forward, dropping your leg to wrap it around his waist instead, you know he’s getting close. his cock twitches inside of you, his hands coming to rest by your waist on the bed. his fingers, suddenly, come to work at your clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves harshly. “it’s too much! too good!” you wail, and he drinks it at all, his fingers growing slick again with your wetness.

“i wanna feel you cum all over me,” he tells you, thrusts somehow deeper. you let out a broken sob, your nails digging into his shoulders as he works you over to the edge. he’s given no warning other than the relentless squeezing of your pussy around him and your repeated cries of “cumming, cumming, cumming!” before you’re trembling beneath him, struggling to catch your breath as your hips lift up off the bed. the orgasm continues to rock through as yuuji’s thrusts grow sloppier.

“where do you want me?” he shakily asks. despite the overstimulation and the over sensitivity, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. he rests his head in the crook of your neck, his quiet moans music to your ears so close to you. “darling,” he groans, gripping your waist as he uses your body to bring himself closer to his high.

“inside, yuuji,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to his temple. “please, please, plea—“ a gasp tumbles out as he suddenly stills, your words sending him over the edge. his muscles flex, slightly trembling within your arms, his small pants spreading heat along your skin.

slowly, he fucks into you, riding out his high, pressing chaste kisses along your neck and throat. “love you so much,” he mumbles, finally stilling.

you feel sticky, sweaty, and not at all clean in comparison to when you’d just stepped out of the shower. but you also feel blissful, euphoric, hazy and completely satisfied. yuuji lifts his head up finally, lifting himself up slightly to pull out of you. his cum trickles out slowly, but he pays it no mind as he flops half of his body atop yours, and you let out a pained laugh.

“yuuji!” you whine. “you’re heavy.” he only hums tiredly, his arm slung along your middle, his cheek against your shoulder. you bring a hand up, the one he isn’t immobilizing, to brush away his hair. his eyes are barely kept open, but he still manages to smile dreamily at you. your fingers ghost over his features, admiring them, tracing his soft skin, unknowingly lulling him to sleep. “okay, king of aftercare,” you joke, and he huffs out a laugh.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles. “aftercare tomorrow.”

you nod, beaming brightly, and leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead. his chest begins rising and falling slowly, telling you he’s already asleep, but when you mumble out, “i love you so much, too,” and press a kiss to his cheek, you swear he smiles.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuji itadori x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori smut #itadori yuuji smut

3K notes · View notes

bubblyhoney · 3 years

Note

sarah i have thought of another fic request or like a cute idea i guess! i didn’t have anyone in mind when i thought of it so you can write it for whoever you want honestly :)

okay so the reader is a streamer but streams games like animal crossing, standew valley, etc. then (insert who you’re writing for) says they don’t like that game, but later ends up buying it and the reader is like “i thought you said you didn’t like this game” and they’re like “well i like you” and they confuses their feelings and they end up playing the game together and reader gives them a tour of their island or farm

i feel like this request isn’t good, but the scenario seemed cute and i wanted to share it. sorry if this is confusing or just too specific cuz i know it can be hard to write requests like that! but yeah i hope it gives you inspiration and you like the request <3

new horizons

warnings: language, a Marvel reference (hint: natasha said it about tony), stupid idiots who don’t realize they like each other, use of pet names, Uno rage, Hasan Piker's presence

words: 1473

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

A/N: i’ve been trying to catch up a little on my requests (i’ve only got a couple so i’m not super overwhelmed) but school and outside life has been taking up most of my time so this one took me a while to make! tbh— ive never played animal crossing so i did google some of the game mechanics and i apologize if anything is inaccurate about the game…. but i liked relaxing and writing this cute one so thank you for requesting hails :3

requests/inbox status: open

“This game is trash.”

Your head quirks, fingers stopped on the screen. You’re in the process of giving your character a cute new nickname; it’s kind of hard to decide between “awkward dude” and “elderly skater”.

“Excuse me?” Your chat comes alive with emotes and ‘KEKW’s, obviously entertained by you and your almost-more-than-friends-friend.

There’s a story for that later.

Sapnap’s rough laugh comes through your headset and he audibly swallows, the sound of a water bottle dropping onto his desk echoing.

“I’m just saying—it’s boring. It’s like Minecraft but you don’t like… do anything.” The grainy image of his bearded face shifts and you see him pull out his phone.

“It’s— you can’t even compare it to Minecraft! It’s a completely different game system—you actually interact with other people live in the game.” You huff out a dramatic sigh, slumping in your chair with a pout. “Just because you go into this lucid state where all you know is ‘touch block, hit George’ doesn’t mean this game isn’t fun.” (He scoffs at your awful impression of his voice. Your viewers love it.)

“Jeez,” he mumbles, fumbling with the cap of his water bottle. “Touched a nerve there, bud.”

You roll your eyes, getting back to the village in the game.

“Don't ‘bud’ me.”

The call falls comfortably quiet, the sounds of him tapping obsessively on his phone and you clicking away filling the silence. A gentle bedroom-pop YouTube playlist remains in the background, prompting you to hum along and glance at the chat to see a flood of “check twitter” and “Y/N TWITTER!!”.

“What happened on Twitter?” You mumble, confused, and pull the website up on another monitor. Sapnap just makes a curious noise, swinging back and forth in a circle. “Oh my God,” you say to yourself, fingertips brushing your parted lips.

“What?”

“Hasan Piker just followed me and retweeted one of my not even remotely political old tweets. Like from a year ago.”

“That’s— wow. Congrats?” Sapnap’s voice cracks, and his ears flush pink the tiniest bit when you glance at his face on Discord.

“I’m gonna go on record and say that he could get it.” You shake your head in disbelief.

Sapnap falls uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal, so you look past the frenzied chat and to his screen— wait. He muted and turned his camera off.

“Um,” you start, furiously typing question marks in your private chat. “Where’d you go?” You mute and turn screen share off for your stream, concerned that he might’ve fallen off his chair and broken his neck and needs you to call the ambulance.

The characteristic ding of a twitter notification sounds through your bedroom, and you look at your phone quickly.

“That’s where I went.”

Sapnap Tweeted: “all Y/U stans can choke on my dick”.

“Jesus, Sapnap,” you say, and rapidly refresh to read the replies. This tweet was deleted. “That’s so— that barely makes sense, bro. Why— literally what?”

His snicker floods your ears and you relax in your chair. Crisis: averted. “Don’t fucking— what’s wrong with you?”

“I thought it would be funny,” he offers, shrugging, and fiddles with the straw in his water bottle, smile fading. “And also Hasan pisses me off.”

“Why, ‘cause he wants a piece of this? Jealous?” You think back to your viewers, knowing they’re probably spamming question marks and coming to ludacris conclusions about both of your absences. No offense to them. You remember your stan days very vividly.

“I mean, kinda.” He rubs once at his nose, glancing at the camera (and what feels like you) before taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Wow.” You watch one strand of his hair fall from beneath his hat and brush against his full eyebrows. “I’m uh—I’ll get back to my stream. You coming? Or is it time for a Sapnap-snack?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He snorts and leans his chin onto the balance of his arm.

“That means you like to take a little snack break mid-stream and come back approximately nine hours later and you didn’t even eat.”

“You know what— fuck you.” He flicks the camera as you laugh at the look on his face.

The teasing mood is easily kept as you switch games from Animal Crossing to Uno, all the while slamming Sapnap with +4’s and skipping the newly-arrived BadBoyHalo at any chance you can get. It unironically pisses him off and he has to take a Sapnap-snack break midway through (only a fifteen minute break this time, during which you and Bad take a “What Kind of Bread Are You?” quiz). The rest of the night is filled with devious cackles (you), loud and sudden bangs that sound suspiciously like someone hitting their desk in anger (Sap) and the stupid barking of Rat, AKA Lucy (Bad). She’s cute but a menace to the sound quality of Bad’s microphone. You sign off stream around 2 a.m. with various forms of thanks and kisses blown to the camera. It’s been a refreshing night, actually; you’ve been busy organizing a partnership stream all week and all your friends have been busy filming or editing or what-not. Quackity had time for a little Roblox every couple of days, though. He’s got your back.

The next time you see Sapnap is after a two hour stream of him try-harding in Valorant and you finishing responding to an email from your partnership in the VC.

“Okay, I’m back.” You hear him shift in his chair and click a couple more times on his keyboard. You perk up in your chair, closing the email browser you’d been looking at.

“Do you want to play anything else? I’m down for anything.”

“Absolutely not Uno. You can go to hell for giving me 6 cards that one time,” he jabs. You scoff, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair.

“Okay, the +4 was on me but it’s Bad who gave you the last two. That’s not my fault, sweetie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, trailing off as the clicking of his keyboard stops. “Hey, um—Guess what?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears at the tone of his voice. He sounds nervous; that’s never good.

“I’m scared to guess,” you try, playing with a little Minecraft dog figurine you have on your desk with fidgety fingers. “What?”

“I bought Animal Crossing.”

Silence. You stare at his discord icon blankly, trying to reroute the wires of your brain.

“Tell me you love it.”

“Well… I haven’t actually played it— but you said you liked it, so.”

“So,” you repeat him, ears warming but continuing on. “Is that what you tell all your friends when you buy something they like? That it's because of them?”

He seems to choose his next words carefully, pausing a beat to consider your questions.

“Well, I don’t have a crush on all of my friends.”

“You—what?” You stutter, caught off guard and stumbling. What did he just say? “Don’t tell me you mean you have a crush on me.”

“I’m almost positive I just did.” His discord icon stares right back at you, taunting.

“You know, you’re very casual for someone who just admitted they like-like me.” Your cheeks flush pink and you have to press a hand to your chest to keep your breathing sounding stable.

“Yeah, I’m kind of cool like that,” he offers, a huff of a laugh punctuating his statement. The conversation moves into a lull that you can’t help but know is because of you. He must expect you to say something about it, right?

“You are very cool, Sapnap.” You tilt back in your chair, sucking in a breath to prepare yourself for your next words. “And—Isortakindofhaveacrushonyoutoo.”

He must understand you, for you can hear the grin in his voice when he asks “Really?”

“Y-yeah.” You feel like a preteen again, all shaky and giddy in front of the boy you just asked to a middle school dance.

“Um, alright. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” you answer genuinely and swing in a happy little circle in your chair. “We could play Animal Crossing.”

“I’m down.”

You swear you’ve never heard more beautiful words.

He keeps his camera off for most of the time you two play, too focused on creating his island and asking you questions about how to fish to turn it on. He silently flips it on when you help him decorate his lawn, needing to show you in real-time the decorations he has bought and where you think he should put them. He looks cute. I mean, of course he does. He always does.

You tell him goodbye late in the night, eyes saying a little more than just “see you tomorrow”.

You like him. He likes you.

It’s even better when you two have matching gardens.

A/N: anybody and everybody (especially my precious hailey) let me know what you think!! :]

#sapnap #mcyt #sapnap x gn!reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap fluff #sapnap drabble #sapnap oneshot #bubblyhoneyfics #honey answers #mcyt x reader #🥚except small

303 notes · View notes