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discordantwritings · 17 days

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Creative Cures (Mihawk x Reader)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, gn afab! Reader, sex pollen trope (but it’s a devil fruit power), the inherent dubcon of sex pollen but the con is as con as it can get under the circumstances, intercrural sex, PiV sex, creampie, mild cumplay, semi public sex

WC: 3.3k

Summary: As a relatively high ranking Marine doctor you were in charge of Dracule Mihawk’s post mission check ups. Normally you don’t have to do anything- until he shows up sick.

The only solution both you and him can agree on is a little… unconventional

Notes: I (lovingly) blame @fanaticsnail for this. All of her lovely sex pollen fics pushed me over the edge to write this one so go check hers out. Go.

Tagging: @keiva1000

Most Marines didn’t like it when Mihawk had to come check in and give his after mission report in person. But you barely considered yourself a Marine anyways, always thinking of yourself as a doctor first before anything. A doctor who just so happened to be in charge of doing all of Mihawk’s post mission check ups.

Of course it took him a while to actually agree to do any sort of post mission work, but despite his generally sour attitude inside the Marines base he was never mean to you. Dismissive? Sure. Non-compliant with any medical advice you’d give? Yes. But that’s what you dealt with on a day to day basis. He was one of the few people you could have intelligent conversation with- he would listen to you and you would cherish the snippets of traveling stories you would get out of him.

Your check ups were never more than a handful of minutes, you had never seen him get more than a scratch, but he always let you run down your required checklist. Despite this you always cleared out half your day, just in case. So today, a day he was set to check in at your base, you sat patiently in your office until he was done talking with your superiors.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Until, finally, there was a frantic knock on your door before a frazzled looking cadet burst in. You immediately stand up and get serious- mass injuries were unfortunately commonplace for you to deal with and he had the scared look of someone who just saw a ship roll in half destroyed.

“Doctor-“

“How bad.”

“It’s Mihawk.”

That caught you entirely off guard and your stomach drops. “How bad?”

“We don’t know. He was giving his report and then he looked flushed and that’s when he ran out. Apparently he’s locked himself in some spare office and won’t come out.” He explains and you slowly get more and more concerned.

You quickly grab your bag and sling in over your shoulder, practically pushing the cadet out the door with you as you order him to show you where Mihawk is. It’s a quick jog down hallways and stairs but eventually you get to a door with two cadets on either side. One of your captains is leaning on the wall across from the door looking exasperated.

“The only thing he’s telling us is to leave him alone.” The captain explains, gesturing to the door.

You sigh and walk up to the door, rapping on it with your knuckles. “Mihawk, you’ve got everyone worried out here.”

A few seconds pass before you hear Mihawk’s voice, muffled from behind the steel door. “Doctor?”

“Everyone said you looked sick.” You explain.

There’s a long pause and you’re about to speak again before you hear his voice. “You all need to get out of here.”

You see the captain throw up his hands in your peripheral and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Turning your attention back to your fellow Marines you gesture down the hallway.

“Give me a few minutes alone with him.” You don’t need to tell them twice, and they eagerly take the relief.

You wait a few beats for them to clear out and then turn your attention back to the door. “Alright, it’s just us.”

“I thought I made it clear that all of you needed to leave me alone.” You can tell he’s close to the door, which you take as somewhat of a good sign.

“Look, if it’s something contagious I just need to know. If it’s something embarrassing I’m a doctor and I take confidentiality incredibly seriously.” There’s silence and you lean on the door. “Just let me help you.”

You hear him moving behind the door and then the heavy sound of the lock turning. You give him a few seconds before you enter, closing the door after yourself immediately.

All the lights are off, only the small amount of light through the high circular windows illuminating the space. It takes you a second to locate Mihawk but eventually you find him, shoulders hunched as he leans on an abandoned desk. It’s jarring to see his normally perfect posture gone and even in the low light you can see the intense flush over his face and exposed chest. You don’t need a thermometer to see that his temperature is dangerously high.

“What happened?” You don’t approach him, hoping the space gives him some comfort.

“It was-“ He breaks off as he pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Some Devil Fruit user. Don’t know what the power was but I inhaled some smoke and then-“

He trails off and you know you’re probably in a bit over your head. Devil Fruit powers could be quite literally anything. You shove all that down though and hope your nervousness doesn’t show. “What are your symptoms?”

Mihawk shakes his head. “This was a mistake I shouldn’t have let you in you need to-“

“Mihawk I need you to tell me.” You’re unsure where this confidence is coming from, there’s not a world in which you would ever be in a position to tell a warlord what to do. But to your surprise, it works.

“I’ll kill you if you tell anyone.” He practically growls.

“You have my word.”

“Fine.” You see him shift and it looks like he’s uncomfortable in his own skin. “I have a fever, I am experiencing some mental fog, and my senses seem to be heightened.”

It’s your years as a doctor that let you immediately know he’s holding something back. “And?”

His gaze darts up and he glares at you making your blood run ice cold. If looks could kill you would be a pile of viscera on the floor. Despite this, he does give you and answer.

“I am in an… unnatural state of arousal.”

Oh.

That would certainly explain a few things.

You let your doctor brain take over as you set your bag on the ground, opening it and looking through what you have. Medication wouldn’t help since the cause was a Devil Fruit power but…

“Okay. I have a few ideas.” You reach into your bag and pull out an ice pack, throwing it over to Mihawk who easily catches it and presses it to his forehead. “The first is what you are doing, which is isolate until the effect stops. I’m not sure this is the best idea since you seem to be incredibly uncomfortable.”

“What else.”

“I could sedate you and hopefully have it flushed out of your system by the time you wake up.” You offer, showing him the vial of clear liquid.

“Absolutely not. I refuse to be further incapacitated around you Marines.” He spits out the last word and you would be offended if you actually considered yourself a Marine.

“Alright. Those are my… sensible ideas.”

“Which implies there are insensible ones. Spit it out.”

You can’t blame him for being short but it didn’t make your next concepts any easier to say. “I could find you someone to… ride it out with.”

That idea hangs in the air and you watch Mihawk screw his eyes shut, clearly struggling. “I don’t- it’s insufferable enough to be vulnerable on a Marine base but you want to bring in some stranger-“

“You’re right, I’m sorry.”

A thought pops into your head as you scramble for more ideas as Mihawk’s composure slowly keeps slipping. It’s a stupid thought, one a doctor like you shouldn’t have even had. But in the moment, pressed for ideas, it tumbles out of your mouth before you can even think properly about it.

“I would help you.”

You realize what you’ve said a moment too late and wish that somehow the floor would swallow you whole. It’s not like you don’t want to- it’s clear that your stupid monkey brain has always held on an attraction to the incredibly handsome warlord- but offering yourself up like this?

Beyond wildly inappropriate.

“Don’t say things like that.” Mihawk says as he backs up a few steps and shame hits you like a brick wall.

“I’m so sorry- it was- you shouldn’t be with anyone when you’re compromised like this I’ll just-“ You fumble over your words and quickly turn to unlock the door and get out of there.

Before your hand can even reach the handle an arm comes out from behind you and slams on the door. Suddenly you feel the intense heat of Mihawk’s body behind you, heavy breath fanning over the back of your neck. He doesn’t press into your body but instead hovers and your mind can’t quite keep up with the sudden change in events.

“Don’t say things like that if you don’t mean it.” His voice is low and dripping with lust.

Your gaze is locked forward as you try to control your breathing. “I meant it.”

“Last chance.”

The professional part of your brain gets smashed to smithereens as he presses his body against yours. “If you’re sure you want this then-“

The air is knocked out of your lungs as he steps forward, pushing you harshly into the door. One hand knots in your hair while the other snakes around your waist and pulls you in impossibly closer. The grip on your hair forces your head to the side, giving Mihawk the space to attack your neck, teeth digging into your skin immediately. As he does so he grinds his hips up and you can feel just how painfully hard he is against your ass.

The hand on your waist pulls at your uniform pants and you quickly get the idea, using your free hands to shove them down. You’re only able to get them just over your ass with how your legs are pressed apart by Mihawk’s but that seems to be enough for him. His hands leave you for a second and you hear the clatter of his belt before both hands tightly grip your hips.

You feel his cock slide between your folds, not entering you but instead sliding between your lips. His shaft is almost scorching hot as it slides against your clit, slick dripping from you and easing his shallow and fast thrusts.

“I just- fuck I just have to take the edge of your so-“ The grip on your hips is bruising as he holds you still to use you.

“It’s alright just-“ You can practically feel every vein against your sensitive clit and you bring one of your hands up and back to dig into his hair.

The scratch of your nails in his scalp is all Mihawk needs to tip over the edge, grunting as he spills onto the door and your thighs. You feel his heavy breath on your neck as he collects himself but the hardness against you doesn’t fade. You hear frustration in a low growl against your back but despite this he places kisses over the deep bite marks he created on your neck.

Slowly Mihawk pries his body away from yours and you take the opportunity to quickly toe off your shoes and slip your pants all the way off. When you turn around you see Mihawk watching you from a large chair, slowly pumping his cock, soaking from you slick.

“Get the rest of that god awful uniform off doctor.” You quickly discard your jacket and pull your shirt over your head, earning an appreciative hum from Mihawk. “What a pity you have to hide all that.”

You flush under his compliment and piercing gold gaze. With his free hand he beckons you over and you obey without hesitation. The second you’re close enough he pulls you into his lap, your thighs pushed apart by his spread ones. Your hands grab his shoulders to stabilize yourself as his hands find your hips once more.

“Normally I would work you open darling but-“ He nuzzles into your neck, breathing in your scent. “You can take it, can’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for a reply before one incredibly strong hand pushes you down while the other lines himself up with your entrance. You don’t fight him as his tip presses into you, stretching you out. You curse as he pushes into you a bit faster than you can adjust, but probably significantly slower than he wants to fuck into you. The sting feels good mixed with the way Mihawk curses and praises you under his breath, words barely understandable as his fingers bruise your waist.

“Just like that- so fucking tight-“ He mouths at your collarbone as you sink down and your head falls back as he splits you open.

Soon enough your hips meet his and you moan and dig your nails into Mihawk’s shoulders. He can’t help but shallowly thrust up into you, hot breath fanning over your skin as his instincts seem to overwhelm him. Once you feel ready you work to move your hips in time with his, pulling yourself up and down further on his length.

“That’s it- you’ve been waiting for an excuse to fuck yourself on my cock huh? Proper little doctor- I’ve seen how you- fuck- how you look at me.” You flush with embarrassment and look down to see his golden eyes blown out by darkness.

Maybe you should have some shame, knowing you were seen through so easily, but when he looks up at you like that you can’t think of anything else. You quickly press your lips to his and he seems caught off guard for a second- only to quickly overtake the kiss. One strong hand grips the back of your neck and holds you in place as his tongue slips between your lips. You stay like this until your lungs scream at you and you push yourself back and gasp for air.

You’re about to lean in for another kiss when you notice Mihawk’s gaze quickly dart to the door. You’re confused for a second but soon a loud knocking bounces off the steel door.

“Doctor- status report?” One of the cadets yells through the door and you swear under your breath.

You stop your movements, hoping to catch your breath and sound somewhat put together but Mihawk has other ideas. The second you falter he grabs your hips and starts moving you up and down effortlessly and when you glare at him he only grins up at you.

Seems he still has the mental capacity to be an ass.

“We are-“ You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to stop a moan after a skillfully directed thrust. “We are quarantining until some of my tests are- are done processing.”

There’s a pause before the cadet responds. “Okay… are you alright? You’re not sick are you?”

When one of Mihawk’s hands leave your hips you know something is up and you’re able to bite down on your hand in time to stifle the moan that leaves your body when his skilled fingers find your clit. You’re so close to an orgasm but you fight it back just long enough to get this stupid cadet out of here.

“Quarantine this hallway until my further say- that’s an order!” You yell out and you hope and pray the cadet doesn’t hear the pleasure in your voice.

“Y-Yes!” The voice shouts back and you hope he’s running down the hall because you can’t take this anymore.

“What would your fellow Marines think?” Mihawk’s voice, cruel and playful, rings in your ears. “They’re precious doctor getting fucked stupid by a pirate- fuck you like that don’t you?”

You can only nod, overwhelmed by hick cock and fingers skillfully taking you apart.

“You’re squeezing me so tight- just- need you to cum all over my cock- you can do that can’t you? Cum for me-“ There’s a hint of desperation in his voice and his command breaks any last tethers you were using to hold off your orgasm snap.

Mihawk swears loudly as your walls convulse around him and it’s only seconds later he’s holding your hips down hard against his and spilling inside you. You lay your forehead on Mihawk’s shoulder as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. Even after you catch your breath he’s still hard inside you and you know you’re not done yet.

“I just want to see- hold on.” Is the only warning you get before Mihawk is standing up.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips but his strong hands on your ass are more than enough to keep you up. He moves a few feet to the desk, setting you down on it and tapping your thigh once you’re settled. You get the idea and unlatch your legs, letting him slip out and away from you.

“Let me see.” Mihawk says as he pushes your knees apart, eyes transfixed between them. “Fuck.”

He watches as his cum leaks out of you, his fingers quickly scooping it up and shoving it back inside of you. In any other headspace you might think that was disgusting but the way he watches you and is claiming you makes it incredibly arousing. Once he’s satisfied he brings his fingers up to your mouth and you automatically take them between your lips, tasting the mix of your fluids.

“I’m- fuck- you’re perfect.” He seems reluctant to take his fingers from your mouth but the second both his hands are free he’s easily flipping you around and pushing your chest into the desk.

There’s no warning before he’s plunging into you again, your hips roughly meeting the edge of the wooden desk. You don’t really feel the pain amongst the pleasure, oversensitive from your previous orgasm. You feel open mouth kisses pepper your spine as he thrusts into you from behind. While one of his hands stays on your hips- your skin practically indented in the shape of his fingers there now- one reaches down to your thigh, giving it a squeeze before he pushes your leg upwards. The new angle is heavenly as you just let yourself be used- sliding forwards and backwards on the desk with each powerful thrust.

“Need you to- fuck darling I just need you to cum on me again- please I need to feel it-“ Mihawk sounds so desperate, a whine to his voice that he no longer can hide. “Just a little bit more for me-“

Your body seems to crave following his commands and another orgasm is ripped from your sensitive body. Only a few moments later you feel him cum inside you again, and you’re confident at this point he’s dripping out of you onto the floor.

“So good for me- taking all my cum-“ He’s breathless as he pulls out of you again and you don’t need to turn around to know he’s staring at your fucked out hole.

When he actually give you space for a minute you turn your head, still using the table to support your weight. “You feel better?”

“Hm…” His hand skates up your back, soothing you. “Feeling just sated enough to get you back to the room I’m staying in.”

The prospect of going more rounds was overwhelming but you can’t deny that you wanted it more than anything. One problem.

“If anyone sees me I think they’ll figure out some of what happened.” From your messed up hair, the bruises forming on your neck, and the fact that there’s no way you’ll be able to walk normally- yeah it’ll be obvious you were just fucked within an inch of your life.

“Oh doctor.” He pulls you up off the desk and places a surprisingly tender kiss on your forehead. “If anyone else sees you like this I’ll kill them.”

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creative-crybaby · 1 year

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Phantom Limbs

PAIRING: Takami Keigo (Hawks) x fem!reader

GENRE: angst | comfort | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: dry humping, nipple play, spit play, light manhandling, hair pulling, creampie, overstimulation, marking (scratches)

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

SUMMARY: Having lost his wings, there's only so much Takami can do to help other heroes and save innocent civilians. And with him having even less time on his hands, you do whatever you can to take care of him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Posting on my birthday is like a little gift from me to me :)

You wait by the windows out of habit.

The book in your hand has remained open on the same page for the past fifteen minutes, your eyes reading the words, but your brain too distracted to process them. Your focus is more on the corners of your peripheral vision, hoping to catch something, anything outside. All that’s offered in the great outdoors is grey skies and an even greyer atmosphere. Though, you suppose you should know better by now.

Because, as of late, he’s been entering your shared home through the front door.

The sound of the jiggling knob has you up from your seat in a second; you slam your book shut and toss it onto the coffee table (never mind saving your page). You’re at the entrance when the door fully opens, anxiously shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Takami’s eyes widen ever so slightly at your rushed movements, but he then exhales as he kicks off his boots.

“Honey, I’m home,” the Pro Hero quips, though his tone and smile lack his usual energy. You greet him back while helping him remove his jacket, the material cold and damp in your hands. You get a better look at him once you turn back to him. With the harsh weather and being outside for who knows how long, it’s only natural for him to deal with those conditions’ blunt force. Soaked to the bone, he shivers, though you can tell he’s trying to stop his movements. His blonde hair is now a dark gold from the rain, stray strands sticking to his forehead. It’s a miracle his skin isn’t blue, but he’s definitely a few shades too pale. And his eyes—they haven’t known rest even before the Paranormal Liberation War, but dealing with the aftermaths of such a tragedy takes its toll even on the strongest of heroes.

You gently rest your hand on his cheek, your thumb lovingly caressing the new scar on his skin. “What are you doing out there?”

Takami sighs, relaxing in your hold before shifting his head to peck your palm. “Oh, the usual.”

You’d press for more if the look he gave you weren’t one of exhaustion, almost pleading. Instead, you rake the fingers of your free hand through his hair, careful not to tug on any knots.

“How about a shower?” you hum. “I’ll even help you out.”

The blonde mumbles something in agreement, seemingly too low on energy for any more words, before following you to the bathroom.

Several months back in your relationship, you’d struggle to have him in your home, what with his gigantic wings. He’d rarely knock over your belongings due to his cautiousness, but it didn’t change that your apartment wasn’t Wing-Hero-friendly.

That was the least of your problems when he decided to stay over. Your bed wasn’t big enough for the two of you, and you’d wake up in the morning to find his wings positioned uncomfortably. Even when Hawks would dismiss your concern, you weren’t fooled. But going from queen-sized to king-sized wasn’t an issue compared to your bathroom. Even sharing the space with a wingless person was bound to have you two bump into each other, and yet, your boyfriend made himself at home.

With your apartment now nothing more than a pile of rubble, all those concerns seem foolish, almost cruel, as you actually went out of your way to get a larger bed for him.

What’s crueller is that a smaller space would no longer be an issue now that his wings are gone.

You can’t help but think about all of this bitterly every time you two enter the shower. The one in Takami’s home is far bigger, made to accommodate his wings, but it’s all just empty space. He settles on the shower stool with a heavy exhale, and you stand behind him to wash his hair, letting the warm water wash away whatever pessimistic thoughts crawl back to taunt you. At least you can take comfort in seeing the Pro Hero visibly relax under your touch, tilting his head back as your fingers thoroughly massage his scalp.

You’re extra careful when washing his body. The scar on his back makes you pause before resuming your task, and while the blonde notices your hesitance, he doesn’t comment. It’s not the only mark on his body, but it’s certainly the largest. Maybe one day, you’ll come to pepper the area with kisses as you would with all the other scars that litter his body. For now, knowing how it ended up on him hits you with the anxieties of “what if.”

Having kept your hair up and out of the way, you cover yourself in a towel before assisting your boyfriend out of the shower. He wraps a towel around his hips and sighs a silent thank you before you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. It’s all either of you say for a while, even while you dry his hair with him settled in front of you, between your thighs and facing away.

The hot water flushes his skin, a sight that helps you relax as you run a towel through his locks. You let it rest around his neck once you’re done, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his torso.

“Want me to make you something to eat?” you ask quietly. “You must be starving.”

“I’m okay,” he hums. Your fingers skate across the blonde’s abdomen, drawing random shapes and patterns and making him shiver. “I just want to stay like this for a bit longer.”

You shift your head to rest your chin on his shoulder, the fluffy material of the towel tickling your skin. “Then let me get you some clothes so you don’t catch a cold.”

The Pro Hero gently removes himself from your embrace, turning to face you. Your wrists remain in his grasp, and he brings them to his lips to kiss both of your palms.

“That won’t be necessary,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes fluttering closed. “Stay.”

His voice has a light rasp, and you’re sure you catch the subtle pleading in his tone. You sigh, sliding your hands to caress his face. Takami’s eyes open again, golden irises peering up at you as his brows furrow lightly. There’s a gentle tug to his hold, and you shift closer to him.

“So much for all that time to kill,” you try to quip, though you don’t find your tone convincing. For good measure, you trace his jaw with featherlight kisses. “Even with the Safety Commission out of the way, you can’t catch a break.”

He chuckles airily. “It was never going to be all that simple, dove. You and I both know that.”

You pout at his words. The pull of his grasp reappears, and you’re brought closer to your boyfriend until you’re almost sitting on his lap. One of his hands slides to your waist, encouraging you to do so. You obey, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. Back when he had his wings, your fingertips would graze their base, earning you breathy moans from him. With them now gone, you settle for lightly scratching at his undercut.

“Must be exhausted with everything going on,” you whisper, the tip of your nose gently grazing against his.

“Coming home to you makes it all worth it,” Takami breathes before closing the gap. You both exhale into the kiss as you pull each other closer. Even with a towel in the way, he runs his hands up and down your torso, opting to feel you as much as possible. Once you’ve removed yourself from the embrace, he still attaches his lips to any exposed skin he can find.

“Keigo,” you whimper, trying to hold still as he nibbles on your neck. “Are you sure? You need rest.”

You feel the Pro Hero shake his head without pausing the assault on the skin. “I need you.”

Even before destruction fell upon the country, you’ve worried for Takami’s safety. With his wings, he could reach the clouds; any higher could take the oxygen out of his lungs. He’s capable, but also human: even the overly glorified ones have limits. And as much as you want him to be well, you miss him just as much.

You unlatch him from you without tugging too hard, and you’re met with glossy eyes and quivering lips. That desperation has been stuck in his tone and gaze since he returned home. Needing you close in any physical manner that’s given to him, his focus staying on you a little longer than what one may consider necessary. You remember when you’d beg him to stay in bed a bit longer before he went on patrol, putting on your best pout to convince him.

But now he's the one begging, pleading for your touch. And with the subtle poking of your thigh, you’re given more than enough convincing. Your lips return to mesh with his as you attempt to remove your towel with what little wiggle room you have. Takami takes this opportunity to let his hands roam your bare skin, tracing your curves and groping at any fat he can find while leaving a trail of goosebumps. The towel around his neck slides off, and you’d remove the last one if you could, but for now, you make the most of the situation by grinding into his lap, his bulge rubbing against your clit deliciously.

He’s restless; you noticed the signs before you found yourself on top of him. The Pro Hero moans into your mouth, his hands quick to grip your hips to drag them across his own. He pushes for a deeper kiss, if even possible, letting his tongue taste yours. You’re in desperate need of oxygen, and you’re sure he’s in the same state. When you pull away, he leans in to catch your lips once more.

“Let me take over,” you pant, resting your forehead against his. “Let me make you feel good.”

“No,” Takami groans lowly, eyes lidded and face flushed. “Need this. Need to do this for you.” He slowly flips you both from your current position so you lay on the mattress caged below his arms and legs. With a shadow looming over his handsome features, his eyes glow gold. “It’s selfish of me, I know, but I’ll take good care of you, too. Show you how much you mean to me.”

His words make your eyes soften, your arms wrapping around his neck again and pulling him close. Neither of your gazes leaves each other, not even as the towel ever so slowly loosens from his hips and cascades off his body. With your lips mere centimetres away, you’d have to give him credit for showing restraint thus far.

“You can never be selfish when you deserve the world,” you say before closing the distance. A growl escapes his throat; from your words or your taste, you aren’t sure, and you don’t care to figure it out. Not when he pulls away to trail messy open-mouthed kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbone before latching on to one of your nipples. Your back arches into his touch, and his other hand tweaks at your neglected bud.

From your peripheral vision, you catch his shoulder blades twitch. You’d remember how his wings would ruffle when you two would make love, showing just as much vulnerability as the rest of him. The base of his crimson limbs was especially sensitive, and he’d let out the most beautiful sounds whenever they’d meet your touch. With them gone, the subtle movement is mere muscle memory. But when they jerk again once your fingers tug his somewhat-damp locks, you know better than to dismiss his body’s reactions.

Takami unlatches from your nipple to press his face between your breasts, inhaling deeply while his hand continues its treatment on the other bud. The sudden halt in his ministrations has you peering down at him, face warm while showing your confusion.

Still pressed against your chest, his gaze meets yours, eyes hooded and ravenous. “I can’t wait any longer.”

You exhale, trying your best to prevent your breathing from stammering. “Then don’t.”

Those two words were more than enough for the blonde, quickly propping himself up before pulling you closer to his body by your legs. The sudden shift makes you yelp, but Takami doesn’t say anything as he pumps his cock, using his precum as lube. His touches had you already dripping, and watching him stroke himself as he watches you with desperation and lust in his eyes only adds to the mess between your thighs.

Normally, he’d take his time with you. The Pro Hero, known for his speed when defeating villains, would throw all that out the window when you were in the picture, wanting to enjoy every second he has with you. This also applies to love-making, opting to prep you by treasuring your body and pleasure before the main event.

But with how he’s currently panting as he aims his cock at your entrance, his face and neck flushed, you’re more than content to indulge in his neediness.

His attempt at restraint is apparent as he takes his time sliding in. The tip makes you whine, and the blonde’s brows crease as he slowly adds another inch. His hold, now on your hips, is bruising, even as his thumbs would caress your skin. It makes you hiss, reaching up and making grabbing motions for him. Takami obeys, dropping to bury his head in the junction of your neck and inhaling your scent. A mistake: one where the consequences earn you a groan and the rest of his cock slammed inside your soaked pussy.

“Keigo!” you cry, pulling him closer.

Curses tumble from his lips. “‘M sorry, dove. I—oh, God…”

If being stuffed full without warning didn’t make you so delirious, you’d swear you heard him whimper. His calloused hands wander your body while his lips sprinkle kisses onto your shoulder: an apology, one you drunkenly accept as you try to adjust to the intrusion. A snug fit—it makes you wrap your legs around his hips. Your actions have the Pro Hero shifting to face you. He resembles a lost puppy, with his slightly-parted lips and wide eyes beneath furrowed brows of concern. You almost coo.

“Go ahead,” you whisper, fingers dancing across his undercut. “Use me.”

The expression he gives you before he reels his hips back is pleading and one of gratitude. You barely register it before he slams back into you and knocks the air out of your lungs.

Takami finds his pace in no time, pounding against you that the sound of skin slapping skin overpowers both of your heavy breathing. Every thrust has you squeezing around his shaft, and he rests his forehead against yours.

Everything is burning—the room, your mangled bodies, his breath fanning against your cheek. You’re boiling, your brain melting into a puddle of nothingness as your hands fly to his back, your nails planting into his shoulder blades. Your boyfriend’s eyes screw shut, a sharp grunt escaping him. You want to apologize; you should apologize, but you don’t realize your actions, and with his sudden angle shift, words fail you with every probe at your sweet spot. All you can give him is pathetic moans through a slack jaw.

His lips meet your swollen ones: you give him plenty.

“Keigo,” you manage to slur against his mouth. Takami bites your bottom lip, one of his hands reaching between your bodies to messily rub your puffy clit. You wail, and he pulls away from the assault on your lips.

“Open,” he heaves. Surprisingly, you not only understand but comply, letting your mouth fall open once more for his hungry gaze. Through glossy eyes, you barely see him puckering his lips and letting a blob of spit fall into your awaiting tongue. You squeak when it lands before you swallow the tiny puddle. His thrusts don’t falter throughout all of this, and his lewd act of possessiveness tips you over the edge, your weeping pussy creaming around his dick and leaving a gooey ring at its base. A sight you’d love to witness if your vision wasn’t currently white.

But Takami doesn’t stop. Not while you ride through your orgasm, not once you come down from it, and certainly not when you begin to cry from the overstimulation.

“Keigo!” you squeal, tightening your hold on his back. “Too much! ‘S too much!”

His speed has yet to falter, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Not that your lover is any better, what with his vision gone hazy and grip tightening.

“Almost there, baby.” You can feel his warm breath fanning your face from his panting. “Just lemme—” His thrusts grow sloppier, jackhammering into your cunt like his life depends on it, all while whimpering “pleasepleasepleaseplease” on a loop. A particularly rough thrust has you wailing and your nails clawing down his back. Takami lets out a drawn-out groan. “Sh-Shit—”

The tiniest push and he’s hurtled over you, eyes screwed shut and jaw slack as his hips stutter. His face is flushed, close to rivalling the colour of his wings, and strands of his dishevelled hair clings to his forehead with sweat. Even with an unfocused gaze and a foggy brain, you can tell he’s as ethereal as ever as he fills you with hot ropes of cum.

You feel his muscles relax under your hold, and the Pro Hero exhales deeply before dropping on top of you. The sudden weight, while at first crushing, eventually feels like a weighted blanket, and you wrap your arms around your lover once more.

It isn’t until both your breathings are regulated do you speak, your words somewhat muffled against his skin. “You okay, pretty bird?”

Takami sighs, planting a kiss on your temple before pulling out. You shiver at the feeling of his cum leaking out; he notices, opting to caress your sides to calm you down. He can only offer a hum in confirmation at your question, the vibrations buzzing off his body and tickling yours.

When he gets off you, he also dismounts the bed, making his way to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. It isn’t until he twists his body to have his back face it do you catch the red scratch marks on his shoulder blades, vibrant and right on top of his most recent battle scar. You gasp.

“I’m so sorry, Kei,” guilt is evident in your voice as you sit up on the bed, hugging the sheets. “I should have been more careful. Let me go get—”

A soft, airy chuckle interrupts your worrying. The blonde traces one of your marks, shifting his shoulder blades before fully facing you.

“It’s like they never left,” he rasps, lips twitching to form a sad smile. “Too bad I won’t be able to fly with them.”

Your brows knit together as you frown at his words, your eyes growing warm as they threaten to rain down tears. Your lover’s expression doesn’t budge as he approaches you, climbing the bed and finding his spot next to yours. He laughs dryly to himself, and it only dies down once you place your hand on his.

“Please, talk to me,” you whisper, leaning your head on his shoulder.

What remains of his front is cut off by a hiccup. It isn’t until you feel his body tremble do you peer at him to find streams of tears cascading down his rosy cheeks.

“Sometimes it feels like they’re still there,” he sobs silently, pausing to collect himself. You’re quick to pull him into your embrace, and he melts completely. “Even with the Commission out of the way, I still feel trapped.” He pulls back to look at you with pleading eyes. “I thought wings were a symbol of freedom. What happened?”

Hawks is gone, and before you is Keigo. A Pro Hero so young and forced onto such a high pedestal that one wrong step is a heavy drop. Without his wings, only you are there to catch him.

And with all the strength you can muster, you do so, carrying his weight in your arms as he falls apart, trembling and crying and heaving so hard you fear he’ll slip between your fingers into a pile of nothingness. For as long as you’ve known him, Takami has only ever born his soul to you like this fewer times than you can count on one hand. If he could save the lives of countless civilians (including your own), you figure that being his safety net is the least you can do.

A weak snicker escapes his lips, and you pull back to face him.

“Tokoyami’s been calling a bunch these past several days,” he drawls, his thumb mindlessly caressing your arm while staring past your shoulder. “Never answered him back, not even once. I should at least call the kid.”

Your boyfriend’s about to get up before you try to hold him in his spot without using too much force (not that you’d be able to stop him). His questioning gaze trails to you, and no matter how much you want to coddle him until he wants you gone, you keep your head up.

“Not now, honey,” You rest your forehead against his. “One step at a time. You can apologize tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll understand. He’s a smart kid.”

He sniffles, and you wipe a stray tear from his cheek. “You’re probably right.”

His breathing appears even, and the crying seems to have subsided, even if just for now. You offer a small smile.

“How about a meal?” you inquire, nudging your nose against his. “Whatever you want.”

The Pro Hero hums, tiredly copying your expression. “Can we just stay like this? Just for a bit longer?”

Your smile grows wider ever so slightly as you fall back onto the mattress, your hold on your lover bringing him down with you and having him land on your chest. Your gaze is soft when you peer down, and your fingers are back in his hair to comb out the mess you made. He sighs into your skin, burying himself there as his eyes flutter shut.

“We can stay like this as long as you want.” And you mean it. Even once his wings return, even once the people grow to trust him again, and even once heroes have time to kill. You would stay with him right here forever.

#mha smut #bnha smut #hawks smut #takami keigo smut #hawks #takami keigo #hawks x reader #takami x reader #smut #angst #my hero academia smut #boku no hero academia smut #fanfiction #fanfic

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nearest-dearest · 1 year

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The String (Wally x reader)

After reading a story to Julie, the rainbow monster is dead set on finding her soulmate and you tagged along without much of a choice in that matter.

🍎🎀🍎🎀🍎🎀🍎🎀

“Awe! How romantic!” Julie swoons after you just finished reading to her. More specifically the part about how the two main characters found each other through the red string of fate. Where soulmates are connected by a red string tied to their finger. The red string is strong too, it may twist, tangle but it will never break. And all this info came from the new romance book you ordered last week and wanted to share it with Julie.

Julie suddenly gasps “Do you think I could find my soulmate through the red string?”

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh “I’m sure you can Julie, but only if you can see the red string though.”

“Fear not dear neighbor! For I have a plan!”

And that’s how you ended up outside Julie’s house. A red string tied to your own finger while Julie does the same to herself.

“Julie, I’m not sure this will help us find our soulmates.” You voiced your concerns before she can enact her plan of throwing her red ball of yarn to any “lucky” passerby that could catch it.

“This is just a theory! Don’t worry (Y/n) dear. Who knows, maybe your string could land on Wally!”

The last sentence had you sputtering your words. “What?! Why would you say that? You’re making it sound like I like him! I mean, I like everyone in the neighborhood, including Wally. But it’s not like I like, like him!” You said all of that so fast that you ended up taking a deep breath after you’re done.

Meanwhile, that knowing smirk on Julie’s face never left, but okay, she’ll play your game “Sure (Y/n), I’ll drop it, but it could happen.

Should’ve known it wouldn’t be easy for her to fully drop it. Now you’re wondering what could’ve happened if you hadn’t blushed or stared during Wally’s little singing two weeks ago. Ever since Julie found out, she hasn’t stopped alluding to it when the two of you are alone. And when the others are there, she carries on as if she knew nothing. At least she’s great at keeping a secret. But you couldn’t really find a fault within you to like Wally. The painter is already attractive, he’s also talented and charming and you always find an aura of calm and serenity whenever you’re with him.

And as your silly little crush grew, so did how Wally make you feel. One moment you feel serenity and the next feeling is confusion. You don’t know if this is love or just infatuation. Is it because he’s so. . .

Mysterious?

You know Wally like any other friend you had, but there’s something about Wally that makes you want to know more. But will he ever allow it? Does he even like you the way you like him?

“Awe, (Y/n) Vandermeer. Of course, Wally likes you!” Julie suddenly says.

You paused. . .

“Wait! Was I saying all of that out loud?!”

“Unfortunately, yes. So, you do like Wally!”

“I—” You sigh out your defeat. There’s no denying it anymore.

“Nothing to be ashamed of neighbor! After this experiment, you’re sure to know whether Wally likes you or not!”

“Again, Julie, I don’t think this is how it works.”

“You never know until you try! Now let’s look for our soulmates!” Julie is the first to throw her yarn, and it landed on. . .

A rock!

Julie skipped her way to the rock until she was close enough to pick it up. Lovingly staring at the rock like it’s made of gold “Who knew you were so close the entire time!”

You shook your head at the display, but the smile on your face suggests a playful expression and tone.

“Now it’s your turn (Y/n)! Go find your soulmate!” Julies calls back to you.

You stared at the ball of yarn in your hand. The hesitancy kept you from throwing it. Although, it may land on a rock as well, and you and Julie can have a laugh about it. Everyone in the neighborhood is inside their houses or backyard. It seems like a safe and shame free action. With a deep breath, you got ready to throw it as far as you can. In the count of 3. . . 2. . . 1. Off goes the yarn in the air. Landing on. . . It landed on nothing, it just kept going and rolling away.

“Uh, I’ll be back Julie!” And with that, you began chasing the ball as it unravels. This is one good bunch of yarn; it’d be a waste to just leave it all behind. Let alone just leave it littered— Okay! How long is this yarn?! It goes on forever! You better catch up soon, the ball is getting smaller too.

Then the yarn stops.

Finally.

And it stopped by. . .

Wally’s feet.

Oh no

You suddenly felt your legs freeze to a halt on the spot. As for Wally, he picked up the ball of yarn to examine it. Then he looked up and met your gaze. Wally smiles.

“Ah! Hello neighbor, is this yours?” Wally offered the ball of yarn.

“Hi Wally! Yes, it is, thanks.” You say in a fast speed, hoping he doesn’t ask about what you were doing.

“No problem! If I may ask, what were you doing?”

Plan failed.

“Uh, nothing much! Just helping Julie with a knitting project, that’s all!” Great plan, just lie like second nature why don’t you?

Wally gave a little laugh “No need to lie (Y/n), you can tell me! I won’t judge.”

Darn, he’s so perceptive it’s endearing!

“Okay then.” You caved in, it’s been a long day and you don’t feel like dodging anymore. “Julie thought she could find her soulmate using the red string of fate, and thought it was also a good idea to help me find my soulmate too.”

“Soulmate?” Wally wonders.

“Yeah, now if you’ll excuse me I gotta go now.” You started taking your leave, at least you tried to. Because the sudden feeling of Wally’s hand holding yours had freezing like ice.

“Wait! Can I just do something first?” Wally asks.

“Uh sure?” Still feeling a little flustered that Wally held your hand, you ended up mindlessly agreeing to his request. You couldn’t even see what he was doing because you were too busy looking down to cool down the heat on your cheeks.

“Done!” Wally announced.

“Wait, really? That was. . . Fast.”

If you weren’t red already, then you sure look like one big giant apple. Wally had tied the other end of the yarn. On his pinky finger.

“And to make it easier for us.” Wally then snapped the extra thread with the blade he uses to sharpen his pencil.

“Don’t take the string off your finger. Okay Neighbor?”

Were Wally’s last words before walking away to Home.

Leaving you flustered and quiet from where you stand.

And giving a Julie in hiding pride over the outcome “All according to plan.”

All according to plan indeed Julie.

All According to plan.

#wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #wally x reader #wally darling #fanfic #wally x you #wally darling my beloved #welcome home #welcome home fanfic #welcome home fanart #welcome home x you #welcome home x reader #welcome home arg x reader

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4ngeloz · 10 months

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𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖺𝗀.

PAIRING # [ CYNO + GN!READER ] SYNOPSIS # reader comes home drunk after going out with kaveh and is absolutely fucked up, yet they're still being clingy . . note: was originally meant to be drunk character but i switched it . . cyno may be ooc though, sorry ): not proof read. thanks to jun for making the banner !!

CYNO sighed heavily as he sat on the couch of his and your shared home. It's been a while since he's had a decent break and he wanted to spend his time off with you . . but you weren't home. According to Dehya, you went out drinking with Kaveh. Assuming that you would come home soon, he stayed home to take a nap.

It had been hours, though. He was starting to get worried. He stood up from his place on the couch and was about to get ready to head out to look for you when the front door was suddenly swung open.

CYNO's head immediately snapped over to the side where the door was, about to attack whoever had just barged only to see an extremely disheveled you.

His mind immediately wandered, remembering that you had been out with Kaveh . . about to begin interrogating you until he noticed that there was dirt in your hair and on your clothes, as well as a few misplaced scratches and bruises. . your shoes and pants were also wet?

He immediately moved forward, closing the door before turning back to you and placing his hands onto the sides of your upper arms. " Do you know how long you've been out? And do you see how absolutely messed up you look?" He sounded concerned. Very concerned.

But all you did was smile. You leaned forward and kissed his nose, beginning to pepper kisses all over his face lovingly. Shit, now that he was this close to you, he noticed how you absolutely reeked of alcohol and whatever the hell the forest seemed to smell like.

CYNO was about to pull away from you until you pulled away from his grasp (which is shocking since he's pretty strong . .), immediately going back to him as your arms wrapped around his waist. You smiled drunkly, waddling over to the living room with him still in your grasp, pushing him onto the couch and laying on top of him.

" mmm, I missed yoouuu- " hic, " sssooooooo much !" You giggled, your hands running through CYNO's hair. Sighing, he sat up, your head in his lap. " . . I missed you as well, but you have to get cleaned. What even happened to you?"

" K- Kaveh 'nd I were messing around on our way home and, " another hiccup, " we decided toooo play tag, so we were runnin' around nd' chasing each other . . but then I tripped and ended up falling. We were kinda wandering around for like . . 2 hours because we got boreddd at the bar. I'm sorry I didn't come home sooner."

" Why're you playing tag with Kaveh when I'm the one who had been chasing you for months?"

You hummed, wrapping your arms around CYNO's lower leg, kissing his knee before pausing.

" huh? "

#╰─▸ ❝ [cae writes]#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #cyno x reader #genshin x gn!reader #genshin x gn reader #cyno x gn reader #cyno x gn!reader #reader n' cyno are dating but reader is drunk n' doesn't get what cyno said at the end . .

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coulsons-fullmetal-cellist · 2 months

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The Lack of Kenergy

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 610

Summary: Dieter is upset over the results of the 96th Academy Awards. Sorry to people who liked Oppenheimer, it was a good movie, but it wasn’t my favourite film of the year.

Warnings: opinions on films that you may not agree with, two people who are in love but also really horny for each other so lots of saucy suggestions!

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It was night and you were in bed reading a book.

Alone.

There was a severe lack of Dieter in bed. You were so used to the blanket of his body warmth you almost felt a little cold.

You knew the Academy Awards were on in the afternoon, so he was probably watching that. Normally, neither of you cared much about them but this year his favourite film Barbie had been nominated and he greatly cared about it and wanted to know whether it had won anything.

Eventually, he walked into the bedroom with such a glum look on his face. He fell onto the bed face down and gave out a whine much in the way an upset puppy would.

You couldn’t help but stroke his hair sympathetically, “Dieter, what’s wrong?”

You couldn’t hear his mumble, so you nudged him to sit up.

“Barbie didn’t win Best Picture.”

“Oh, so that’s what you were up to,” he nodded. “So who won?”

“Oppenheimer.”

You rolled your eyes, “Of course they did.”

He turned to face you, “They won way too many awards.”

“Did they win Best Costume?”

“No, that went to Poor Things.”

“Oh good, I liked those costumes.”

“Yeah they were, but Barbie went through years of doll history to recreate several outfits for every character and so much thought was put into them.”

“Sounds like they were snubbed a bit.”

“They did win Best Song.”

“I’m Just Ken?”

“No, What Was I Made For.”

“Well, at least it won something.”

Dieter sighed, “Yeah but it deserved more. Honestly, I didn’t think Oppenheimer was as amazing as everyone made it out to be.”

“Yeah, personally I thought it was a bit long and the fast-paced editing left me with anxiety.” He gave you a concerning look, but you shrugged it off. “But what do you expect? It ticked all the boxes; it’s a film about a prominent American figure of history.”

Dieter scoffed, “Barbie is a prominent figure of American history.”

“It’s a film about mans role in the world.”

“Barbie did that too, but with more humour and an awesome musical number.”

You sighed, “It’s a film that people will talk about for years to come.”

“I think people will talk about Barbie far longer as it speaks to a wider array of people.”

“Oh, but you forget that Oppenheimer was written and directed by men and the judging is mostly white men. They’ll say it’s the most important film of the year.”

“Yeah, for white men it is. Ugh, it’s all a dick competition with them.”

“Wouldn’t you win that every time?”

“Yeah, but then it’ll bruise there fragile egos. That’s why I stopped dating men.” He snuggled close to you. “In fact, I’d given up on dating and accepted the fact that I was doomed to die alone. But then you had to go and ruin those plans.”

“Oh? How am I going to be punished?”

“Well, for starters,” he sat up so he was sitting right next to you. “I’m going to marry you. Then you’ll be stuck with me for all eternity.”

“For all eternity?”

“Do you think death is going to keep us apart?”

You couldn’t help but smile, “That’s not going to happen for…how long now?”

“Six months and 21 days,” he said that without having to think about it.

“So what about in the meantime?”

“Oh,” he kissed your neck. “I’m thinking the blindfold, if you want?”

Giving a tiny nod of consent, you asked, “Can I rant about the lack of nominations for female directors?”

“Will this include Greta Gerwigs snub and the double standards?” You nodded. “Oh absolutely.”

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#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #dieter x honey cakes #love of horror fanfic #love of horror universe #love of horror #dieter bravo #dieter x reader #the bubble netflix #the bubble

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theaveragepsychoticbitch · 1 year

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HELL YES. Poseidon with a lover who has brown eyes --and he's absolutely crazy for her 🤭

Love brown eyes. I don't know how long I'll be able to make this, but being able to write again is nice♡

Highkey forgot my setup, but GN!Reader x Poseidon || SFW || Warnings for: Nothing. Just brown eye appreciation <3 [Under the cut for my own convenience lmaoo]

Yall I forgot to add tags I'm so😭

As soon as Poseidon awakes, he starts his morning routine.

First, he showers. He uses your good shampoo and conditioner, despite your demands for him to "get out of your stuff."

Doubling down, he uses your lotions and creams as well. He tells himself "it's because a true God bends to no one's will." That "as the god of gods, he can and shall use anything under his own palace's roof."

You sigh whenever he says these. You both know he simply enjoys smelling like you.

Next, he goes to breakfast. He eats his fill, refraining from killing any servants out of concern the screams will wake you.

Then supervises as your breakfast is cooked, picking out each ingredient himself, down to the eggs used in your omelet.

Here, his anticipation truly starts to build. An hour before sunrise, he starts to work. Settling in his office, he sets a timer and tries to spend at least half of the time actually working. Yet, as the minutes dwindle, and the sun's rays begin to peak over the horizon, the stoic Sea God's heart races in true.

This was it, this is what he's been waiting for.

He left the alarm ringing, racing shamelessly to your shared bedroom where the first ray of sunlight broke through the crack in the curtains, and his heart stutters in its beats as you slowly blink open your eyes.

Love. Love and adoration fills him as the sun brings your eyes to life, swirling browns flecked with heavenly gold. A rare shiver runs down his spine as you fix him in place with that gaze of yours, time itself coming to a stop as the world melts down to nothing but the deepest depths of your irises.

He sucks in a hard breath, having forgotten to breath. He rights himself, hoping his featureless mask maintained itself even as he approached the mortal who captured his heart.

He sits down, the edge of the bed dipping under his weight. He holds his hand out, the one he promised to always protect you with, and you lean into it. Batting your lashes lovingly, the shadows created darken the golden browns to a dark chocolate color, deep and mesmerizing.

Mesmerized... yes, that's what he was. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you are, and amazed by how a single set of eyes can enchant him in so many different ways. A moment's glance convinces him you stole his soul; and not so deep down, he thinks, 'I wouldn't mind if they stole it... long as it feels like this.'

In a snap, the sunlight is gone, and your eyes return to they're normal shade of brown. And even in this state, he finds them beautiful. Warm, like coming home; comforting, like an embrace.

You blink, slowly, staring at him with equal adoration. "Up early again I see?" His heart stutters in its beats, the "sleep", having yet to leave your voice, made it soft and quiet, and so, so beautiful.

He hums, guiding you from the bed with gentle hands. "Then you must be stacked work-wise... I'll help after I eat. You can go ahead and return-"

"No."

The two of you pause as you enter the bathroom, locking eyes once more. "...I'll stay here." With you.

The crash of a strong wave can be heard in the background, and slowly, you smile. Words leave your lips, drowned out by the sound of the ocean that suddenly came to life in the background.

But any being alive heard the king of the seas voice in the waves as he kissed his lover and whispered a gentle, "Love you too."

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A/N: MY PHONES ON 7 PERCENT AHHHH

Yes I know I haven't written in like six years yes I know this isn't as quality as it could've been YES I KNOW I should actually write since this is literally a writing blog but I'm trying okay leave me alone😔

Anyways love yall, be nice and maybe you'll see another boobie post:D love yalllll

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #poseidon snv #poseidon ror #poseidon x reader #the psychotics writing

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MCU Men During Your Second/Third Trimester (Pregnancy Headcanons//Pt. 3)

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A/N: I don't have anything to add to this, other than enjoy!

Link to Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Frank Castle:

We all know Frank would be a fantastic partner during your pregnancy.

His hand is constantly ghosting your lower back as you move around, even if it’s just getting up off the couch.

He’s always asking how you’re feeling and making you ginger tea to help with the nausea.

When you’re out in public, he’s extra protective of you.

He always makes sure his arm is around you as you walk down the street, mean-mugging anyone who looks at you for too long.

When you have to stand and wait for something, he lovingly places his hand on your stomach.

If it’s Autumn/Winter, he’s always offering to run errands for you because he doesn’t want you to be cold. You compromise by letting him come with you and warm you up along the way.

Back rubs. BACK RUBS.

Karen throws you a baby shower and you almost melt when Frank holds up the tiny onesies with tears in his eyes.

You want to honor Frank’s family by having your daughter’s middle name be “Marie” or “Maria”.

When you tell Frank this, he dissolves into a big puddle of tears.

“I love you so, so much, baby. You have no idea what this means to me.”

“I love you, Frankie.”

When the baby kicks for the first time, Frank is out getting you a bagel. You’re buzzing with excitement when he gets home.

He places his hands on your stomach, like he always does when he returns home, and gasps when the baby kicks hard.

“She’s a fighter, like her daddy.”

“Maybe she just really likes me, like her mommy.”

Matt Murdock:

Matthew “I’m a God Damned Daddy” Murdock would take such good care of you, don’t even get me STARTED.

Since you’re having twins, your pregnancy is considered more high risk than before, so Matt goes into ultra-protective mode.

Sometimes you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and find Matt sitting on the edge of the bed, listening for threats. You coax him back to bed and he holds you in his arms as you fall back asleep, safe in his hold.

When your stomach starts to get noticeable, you decide to tell Karen and Foggy, who are overjoyed.

Foggy keeps referring to himself in the third person as “Uncle Foggy”.

Matt rubs lotion on your stomach every night before you go to bed.

When Matt needs to ground himself, he’ll rest his head on your stomach, listening to the twins and your heartbeats.

You forego a baby shower, but Foggy insists on buying the babies something every week. So far, you’ve gotten four pairs of shoes, an insane number of onesies, and enough diapers to last you a year.

Matt likes to go shopping for baby clothes with you so he can feel the material of each item. You're able to find a lot of fleece items, including two swaddle blankets that Matt is able to hold without wincing.

Matt, of course, feels guilty about this.

“If cotton is what the babies need, we should get them cotton.”

“Matthew, I want you to be able to comfortably hold your children. We’ll find other materials. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

You end up learning how to crochet, so you can make blankets with yarn that Matt likes the feel of.

Feeling clever, you crochet two small beanies with devil horns sticking out on the top of them. Matt cracks up when he figures out what you’ve done and takes them to work with him the next day to show Foggy.

The closer you get to your due date, the less Matt patrols at night. He doesn’t want to be away from you for too long, just in case you go into labor. He also knows you’re concerned about his well-being, restlessly sleeping until he crawls into bed with you.

One night, you’re so exhausted that you’re close to tears and the twins just won’t stop kicking. Matt kneels next to your belly, whispering to the babies.

“I know you’re so excited to come out of there, but mommy needs her rest.”

He starts telling them about the night he met you.

“Oh my god, Matt, it’s working. Don’t stop.”

You finally slip into unconsciousness, focusing on the way Matt runs his hand over your belly.

Billy Russo:

Billy keeps his word about showing you that you can trust him.

The further along you get, the more he stays over at your apartment. Eventually, he starts keeping a toothbrush and some clothes there.

He starts sleeping on the couch, claiming he doesn’t want to disturb your sleep schedule, but one night you’re especially restless.

“Billy?” You call through the door, knowing he’s still awake.

“Yes, darling? Is everything okay?”

“I can’t sleep.”

He crawls into bed with you, pulling you into his chest and running his hand up and down your stomach. He doesn’t sleep on the couch after that night.

He insists on putting the crib together himself, but after a couple of hours, he ends up calling Frank and asking him to come help.

The first time you kiss Billy after your fight, you’re close to tears trying to put your shoes and socks on by yourself.

He stumbles upon your very pregnant form, hunched over and grunting as you try to reach your toes.

He gently takes the socks out of your hands and kneels down, pulling the socks and shoes on your feet.

After he helps you up, you quickly press your lips to his. Before he can respond, you waddle towards the front door, waiting for him to follow.

He accepts that you’ve at least forgiven him a little, but he doesn’t push it and follows your lead.

Eventually, you suggest that he just officially move in to make it easier for everyone. He eagerly accepts and has the rest of his things moved in by the next weekend.

He comes home from work with shopping bags a lot, claiming that he couldn’t resist buying something for the baby.

One night you call him on his way home and tell him you’re craving ice cream.

He stumbles through the door half an hour later, hands full of at least 15 different flavors.

“You didn’t say what kind you wanted, so I got you every kind.”

When he plays the guitar and sings, the baby goes nuts in your stomach. He beams with pride every time.

“See? He already loves you, Billy.”

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky is protective by nature, but you experience a whole new side of protective from him during your second and third trimesters.

He spends a lot of the time you’re out in public glaring at everyone who walks by.

He doesn’t like when you take the subway alone, so he arranges his schedule so that he can always accompany you if you have to take the subway.

If he had it his way, you’d never have to travel, but you have at least one doctor’s appointment a week, so he just makes sure to be with you the whole time.

When your stomach gets big enough, he’ll hold your stomach up and take the weight of the baby off of you for as long as you need him to. You swear it feels better than sex.

When you’re 6 weeks away from your due date, your doctor puts you on bed rest to make sure you don’t go into labor too early.

Bucky is extra attentive, bringing you food and water at all hours of the days.

The closer you get to your due date, the more you have to pee throughout the night.

Bucky is always there, helping you walk to the bathroom every time without a complaint, even if it’s the twelfth time you’ve gotten up in four hours.

He talks to your belly all the time, even if it’s just a sentence in passing.

“I hope you like plums, little man. They’re the best.”

You try to organize the nursery one day, but Bucky refuses. You compromise by sitting on the reclining chair and telling him where everything goes.

He’s more than happy to do it, giddy with excitement over the baby almost being here.

Peter Parker (Tom Holland):

I know Peter’s young, but he’d be such a good dad and partner oh my GOD.

He moves into your apartment fairly early, not wanting to miss a second of your pregnancy.

He’s very gentle with you, even more so than usual, and constantly asks how you’re feeling.

When you’re feeling nauseous or you have a headache, he’s quick to offer you something minty and warm. You’ll lay your head on his lap and he’ll run his fingers through your hair.

One night, he comes home bouncing off the walls with excitement.

He shows you a tiny shirt with the Spider Man logo on it.

“The guy on the corner sells them! How cute is that?”

You and Peter spend one morning giggling at how many things you can balance on your stomach now that you’re fully showing.

The baby’s due date is during your winter break, so you decide to take the spring semester off with Peter. You’ll both be working, but you’re excited to spend so much time with your baby.

When you enter your third trimester, your feet get so swollen that you can barely walk.

It quickly becomes a part of your nightly routine for Peter to massage your feet and legs.

Peter keeps his spider duties to a minimum once you’re a few weeks away from your due date.

He kisses you and your belly every chance he gets.

He spends a lot of time resting his head on your belly, talking to the baby.

You relish his warmth, grateful that he’s the person you fell in love with.

End Note: I hope you enjoyed it! There's either going to be one or two more parts of this series before it's considered completed. I have no idea when the next part will be posted, but hopefully that will happen soon! I'm probably going to knock out a request or two first. I seriously can't thank everyone enough for the love I've been getting on this series!

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storyofmychoices · 5 months

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Flickers of Hope

[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]

Characters: Levi Schuler, Lily Day (daughter) Book: Mother of the Year [Levi x F!MC] Rating/Warnings: General, no warnings but mentions of the war Word Count: >700 Tagging: Hannukah / Holiday for @choicesdecember2023; @choicesholidays ; @choicesficwriterscreations

Synopsis: Levi and Lily celebrate Hanukkah, despite some reluctance.

I can't thank the incredible ArtByAinna (IG) enough for this heartfelt and beautiful art.

A/N: Last year, I decided to get art of Levi for Hanukkah, but with everything happening, it felt disingenuous for Levi to celebrate cheerfully this year. I don't feel he is that kind of person. To me, he is someone who would despise what is going on and have deep empathy for all suffering. So I was grateful to Ainna for working with me to make a Hanukkah piece that while they're still celebrating, they're doing so with a heavy heart. I hope the fic shows this as well.

As she let herself in from school, Lily moved through the familiar rooms of their home with purpose. She glanced around the usual spot where the menorah stood proudly in anticipation of Hanukkah’s arrival, but it wasn’t there. Her brow furrowed in confusion. She had noticed its absences in the previous days leading up to today, but she reasoned that perhaps Levi had decided to keep it tucked away to keep the menorah safe from her younger brother Lucas, whose curious hands tended to explore anything within reach. But, today was the start of Hanukkah, and the menorah was still not on display. Sunset would be approaching soon.

Lily carefully went through the closet, sifting through a few boxes before finding the right one. Her fingertips brushed over the cool metal menorah as she delicately pulled it from its container. With tender care, Lily placed the menorah on the table near a big window. This way, all could see its light.

With the menorah finally set, Lily gleefully sought out Levi, her steps brimming with excitement to showcase her efforts. "I found something you seemed to have forgotten!" She smiled, nudging his attention toward the menorah. "But don't worry, I know Lucas's terrible twos are keeping everyone busy, so I got you covered, Dad."

Levi managed a half-hearted smile. "I didn't forget. I was thinking about skipping this year."

"Skipping it? Hanukkah?" Lily's voice raised with curious concern. "Why would you do that?"

"It's really only a minor religious holiday—" His hand rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Besides the latkes... it's not as important as some of the other days. And with Lucas... and Christmas..."

His words trailed away. He knew none of the reasons he rambled off had anything to do with the true reason he was hesitant to celebrate this year. His heart broke for those caught in the ongoing fighting taking place. He felt guilty celebrating with all that was going on when so much had been lost, and so many lives had been taken. There were no victors in war, only losses. And the toll this war had already taken was too much. He mourned the unnecessary bloodshed and the lives that were forever changed. He didn't know how lighting a candle was going to help anyone.

Her small hand slipped into his, offering a gentle squeeze. She knew without needing to hear it. She had seen his pain over the past several weeks. The horrors the news showed. "Maybe now is exactly the time to celebrate Hanukkah," Lily offered softly, her eyes meeting his with bright compassion. "Didn't you once tell me Hanukkah was about light triumphing over darkness and about spreading hope? I think the world could use a little more hope, especially right now. Don't you?"

He wrapped his arm lovingly around his daughter. He knew she was the most brilliant child he had ever met, and yet she still surprised him. Her kindness, empathy, and, most of all, hope for a brighter tomorrow were something the world could do with a little more of.

He swallowed hard, holding back the tears that threatened to form in his eyes. "I think you might be right, Rocket."

"I usually am," she teased, hugging him back. "We can do it together."

"I wouldn't want it any other way."

Once the sun set beyond the horizon, Lily placed the first of the candles in its holder. Together, she and Levi recited the first two Hanukkah blessings. As Lily held the shamash candle, Levi carefully lit it. Together, they gently guided the helper candle to light the candle all the way to the right on the menorah and recited the third blessing. A somber tone filled their voices, knowing that while they were thanking God for keeping them alive and sustained, that sentiment couldn't be shared by all. They added their own fourth blessing: a prayer, a hope for peace for those living in turmoil.

Levi held his daughter lovingly in his arms as they watched the flickering flames of two small candles cast light around them. Even though they were only two, they still had the power to make a difference, and tonight they would focus on that. They would hope for better days and cherish what they had for as long as they could, vowing to carry the flame of hope with them through any darkness yet to come.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you found this to be a good representation of Levi and what he might be experiencing and feeling at this time!

Happy Hanukkah to all those who are celebrating!

(oh, and I finally named Levi and Laura's son Lucas, keeping with the L theme!)

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heaven4lostgirls · 1 year

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my life would suck without you<3

poly!marauders x fem!indian!reader

tags: super fluffy, cooking with your boys

a/n: this was purely indulging myself because i barely see any indian representation in the marauders fanfics so here you go! let me know if you want me to write about other things

you loved your boys, more than words could describe. moving in together was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

stolen kisses between the three of them and you whilst you were cooking, movie nights cuddled up under blankets watching a new movie.

life couldn’t be more perfect if you tried.

you were currently in your study, all of the boys and you had dedicated rooms for yourselves to do work or game. gaming was much more james and sirius’ thing than yours and remus’.

currently you had a paper you needed to write and you couldn’t focus.

james and remus had been popping in every couple of minutes to check if you were okay and just to hang out.

remus was mostly the one checking in on you whilst james sat on the floor with his head on your thighs pouting and poking you until you gave him your attention.

sirius was out getting groceries for dinner tonight since you weren’t able to.

when you heard the door open downstairs you made your way down to get a start on dinner.

all of the boys were relatively okay cooks but nothing topped your cooking.

you were brought up in an indian household and your mum had raised you on a multicultural diet but not a week went by where she didn’t make at least one curry or indian dish.

james and sirius, having grown up with english food weren’t that good with handling spices but remus was a lover of all kinds of food so all you really did when cooking was just make sure james and sirius had slightly milder portions of curry.

today you were making butter chicken, naan and a side of rice.

whilst you started on the butter chicken, remus made his way into the kitchen to start with the naan. he wasn’t that good at cooking but he was an excellent baker.

since you couldn’t trust sirius with much things concerning the kitchen you let him wash and boil the rice.

you all worked together in harmonic chaos, the ever so subtle curse leaving sirius’ lips as he burnt himself trying to test if the rice was ready and the huff of remus as he kneaded the dough.

james had walked into the kitchen after his shower and sat at the island making conversation with you all as you cooked.

once the meal was done you all sat at the table, you and sirius next to one another, james across from you and remus across from sirius.

as you broke your naan and grabbed some butter chicken in your hand you felt sirius tap your hand

you looked at him and he opened his mouth dramatically with an “aaah” supposedly asking you to feed him.

you laughed at him and slowly fed him some butter chicken whilst grasping his face making sure not to make a mess of your white tablecloth.

james and remus both looked at each other mischievously as they both then turned to you whining that you hadn’t hand fed them, claiming it was unfair to have favorites so now you had to feed all of them.

you shook your head at your man children before leaning over the table making sure your t shirt didn’t make it into any of the dishes before you fed james who just smiled lovingly up at you.

you turned to remus who grinned and enthusiastically hummed as you fed him, and playfully biting your hand.

you tapped his cheek slightly scolding him.

you couldn’t help but feel the warmth radiating through you, you knew your parents weren’t supportive of the whole polyamorous community but these boys had become your lifeline.

as you all finished eating you sat down in the living room, laying your head down on james lap and your feet on remus’ as sirius sat on the floor laying in between james legs you played with his hair.

you felt james play with your hair and you looked up to see his tongue poking out in a little concentrated face.

you smiled to yourself. this was home to you. your boys and you.

#juliwrites #harry potter #james potter #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #poly!marauders x girlfriend!reader #poly!marauders #marauders x reader #indian!reader x marauders

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ssaaaronmontgomery · 10 months

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Can I get sweet baby Greg having to scare off some creep at a bar as best he can (he’s about as scary as the bear on the honey jars) and reader being really proud of him because he’s usually too quiet and nice to set boundaries but he did it for reader

Safe

Warnings: Creepy encounter, unwanted touches (hand/arm around waist and back), mentions of bars and alcohol, angst, fluff, baby angel Greg threatening a fight, nothing else I can think of but let me know if I missed any.b

Word count: 1k

Pairing: Greg Montgomery x gn!reader

A/n: Yes yes Greg would definitely do that for you!! NOT PROOFREAD ONCE AGAIN :)

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11

Let me know if you want to be added to Hotch, Greg, or Forever tags (both Aaron and Greg)

Having a night out at a bar with some friends and your boyfriend was something that started off fun but quickly took a turn when you noticed the same guy staring at you constantly. The creep wasn't admiring your looks, he was looking at you like you were an object. Like he was imagining incredibly inappropriate things. The man's gaze locked on you since you walked into the bar and it was making you increasingly uncomfortable.

You tried your best to stay away from him but when he came up to you at the bar as you ordered another round, he thought it was appropriate to put a hand on your back. You lower back. Far too low. You immediately stiffen at the unwanted contact and try to step away. He just wraps his arm around your waist though.

"Hey, where do you think you're going? I've seen you looking at me all night. What's your name?" He gives you what you think is the creepiest smile you've ever seen and you try stepping out of his hold again but it only tightens.

"Let go of me." Your voice comes out smaller than you'd meant for it to. You wanted it to sound strong and confident but instead it sounded scared, because that's what you are. You're scared.

"Oh, come on. I'm just trying to have some fun is all. Come on sweet thing. What's your name?"

"Excuse me, is there a problem here?" You hear Greg's voice and though you're relieved, you are still frightened by the other man holding onto you.

"There's no problem at all. Just getting to know this Sweetheart." He flashes an ugly grin at you and runs his hand up and down your side.

"Really? Because I thought they said they want you to let go of them." Greg's voice is stern. You almost never hear him like this.

"And who are you? This isn't any of your business." He sort of glares at Greg now, who tries to do the same back. Greg crosses his arms trying to intimidate the other man. "I'm their boyfriend and I'd like you to take your hands off of them please." He's a sweetheart. He's never like this towards anyone so when he is he really tries. He can be intimidating if he really wants to be but it's not natural for him.

The man looks at you and then back at Greg. "Or are we going to have to step outside?" Greg raises his eyebrow as he asks the man. The creep looks at you once again, letting his eyes trail down your body before going back up to your face. He steps away with his arms raised slightly in surrender before walking away. He actually ends up leaving the bar entirely and that's when Greg turns to you. His face is immediately filled with concern as he puts his hand on your back lovingly trying to make you feel more comfortable. His touch always calms you and he knows that.

"Are you okay?"

You nod at his words and smile.

"I'm okay. Thank you, Greg. Were you really going to fight that guy?" Greg is not much of a physical fighter. He's better with words given that he's a lawyer.

"I didn't want to but I would have if he didn't stop. I would do anything for you. You know that, y/n." He pulls you into the softest and most gentle hug you've ever been given which you gratefully return. How did he go from this to intimidating and back to this so quickly? He's hardly ever intimidating to anyone.

"Thank you, baby. I'm really proud of you." You give his cheek a little kiss. "Proud of me? For what?" He pulls back just enough to make eye contact with you. His brows are furrowed and there's a small confused frown on his face.

"For many things. But right now I'm talking about you standing up for me and protecting me. You're normally more like....like a little puppy that loves everyone. And I don't mean that as a bad thing at all. You're not scary, not to me anyway. So seeing you break that and scare that creep away was just something big to me. I know you don't like doing things like that unless you have to." You cup his cheek and he starts to blush and look down at the floor as you speak. The point you just made being proven right now. He's just a big sweetheart and most would agree.

"Well...thank you. I just want you to feel safe. And I want to be able to provide that feeling for you." He seems so shy now. Staring at his shoes with his bright cheeks and shy smile. A complete contrast to just a couple of minutes ago.

"I always feel safe with you, Greg. I love you." You speak so softly to him and pull him back into that gentle hug. He buries his face in your neck as you do and whispers how he loves you too.

"Do you want to go home?" His words come out muffled against your neck and you smile more.

"What about our friends? I know we came separately but should we leave? We haven't been here too long." One of your hands immediately finds its way to his hair.

Greg pulls back to look at you with a loving warm look on his face "I'm sure they'll all be fine on their own tonight. I'm just worried about you. I want to do whatever you want, sweetheart. We can tell them before we would leave, of course. So, here or home?"

"Home." It seems most relaxing after a night like this. Being home with your boyfriend snuggled up. It's all you want right now.

You love how he is such a sweetie by nature and that he has only ever broken that nature to protect you, and whenever he's arguing a case. It just shows how he really cares and loves you. That he would do anything for you, even fight a guy that probably would have won the fight and then you'd have to be the one taking care of Greg. Which you would gladly do. You love each other and always look out for one another. You know he'll always be there to keep you safe.

He smiles brighter at your words.

"Then home it is."

#anon #anon request #greg montgomery #greg montgomery x reader #greg montgomery x you #greg montgomery x gender neutral reader #greg montgomery x gn!reader #dharma and greg #mon answers 🩷#mon posts 🩷#greg montgomery fluff #greg montgomery angst #greg🐕

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gxthicwxrm · 2 years

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We Aren’t Just Friends

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader (requested)

Warning: fwb relationship, angst, implied smut, heavy make-out session, drugs mentioned, fluff

Summary: Eddie and you have an interesting relationship that neither is willing to admit to being beyond friends. One day, you overhear Eddie talking to Dustin about you just being friends. You don’t react well. Will Eddie be able to fix your relationship?

Word Count: 2,170k words

this is my first Eddie Munson fic but I've I've obsessed obsessed him. Im currently rewatching ST4 and had to finish this one. Let me know if I should make this a series or keep it an open ending? please be kind and let me know how I can improve as a writer!

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Please don't translate or copy my work! You do not have my permission to copy or translate my work. Feedback is always welcomed! Requests are open! Enjoy!

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Part Two

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"I'll see you after practice, okay?" You look up into chocolate brown eyes with a smile. Eddie looks down at you, brushing his thumb against your cheek. You melt under his touch, leaning into his hand as he cups your cheek, lovingly.

"Of course, princess. Meet me by your locker after, okay?" A shout comes from over your shoulder, down the hall. He glances past you quickly. "The kids are here, I gotta go babe. I love you." He presses a kiss against your lip before running off towards the group of kids down the end of the hall. He looks back at you, blowing a kiss with a wink, before turning the corner.

Like every moment with him, he leaves you with a wide smile. Happily, you walk toward the gym to practice for tomorrow night's game. Eddie and you have been friends for years. You don’t know when the attraction to each other began. It seemed like, one day you two were just friends who smoked together in the woods at his designated drug spot, and then the next you couldn't look each other in the eyes without blushing. That was the day you two first kissed.

“You’re pretty when you do that” Eddie said from your side as you successfully did a french inhale before blowing the smoke out. You look over at him, smiling. Lately, he’s been overly complimentary but you didn’t mind. Your eyes had been wandering over his body, lately as well. You would get fixated on his hands and the shiny metal he adorns them with before his voice would snap you out of your trance, leaving you embarrassed.

“You always look pretty.” You retort, leaving the brunette to turn red like a tomato before you pass the joint to him.

“I love the things you say, princess.” The new nickname still sounds unfamiliar on his tongue but it drives you crazy anytime he uses it. Your fingers graze his own as he takes the smoke. Butterflies turn over in your stomach as you watch him bring the joint to his lips, inhaling while maintaining his eye contact with you. All you can think about is kissing him as you watch the smoke leave his lips. Without a second thought, you lean in, closing the small gap between you two, connecting your lips. At first, Eddie is shocked. Then, he must’ve realized what was happening because his hand went straight to holding your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist. His lips move in sync with yours as heat burns in your abdomen. He grabs your hips, pulling you onto his lap before switching to hold your thigh. Your cheer skirt rides up as his hand inches upwards, grabbing the skin as you straddle him. A subtle cough breaks the two of you up as you look behind him to find Chrissy Cunningham, your fellow cheerleader who is trying not to look at the two of you.

“I’m sorry. I was supposed to meet Eddie for..” She looks at him, concern covering her face.

“It’s okay. She won’t tell anyone. Right,? Y/N” Eddie reassures Chrissy, then looks at me as he adjusts his shirt before scratching the back of his neck. You nod at him before speaking.

“Of course. Your secret is safe with me.” You smile warmly at Chris as she seems to relax a bit. Eddie moves to the table, putting his black box onto the table. Chrissy moves to sit down. Eddie looks back at you.

“Come sit down, darling.” Eddie gestures to the bench before sitting down himself. You smile at him, the taste of his lips still on yours as you walk towards the two, eager to finish the deal and talk to Eddie. Suddenly, a thought dawns on you. You were supposed to meet your mother at the house for dinner with your cousin from out of town. You glanced at your watch. It was twenty minutes past six, six being the time you were supposed to be there. Sadness clouds over you as you look up at Eddie.

“Eds, I completely forgot about the dinner with Melissa tonight. My mom is gonna kill me. I’m so sorry, but I have to head home.” His face drops as he looks at you. He frowns before nodding.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” You say, running your hand down his arm. He looks up at you with a soft smile.

“Will you meet me back here before school?” He asks innocently, leaning his head into your side. You giggle as he lightly bites your arm.

“Yes, you weirdo. I’ll see you then. It was good seeing you Chris, good luck with him.” You wave at them before heading home.

The next day we decided to say friends but agreed that we like each other. Fear kept us from becoming anything more. However, it didn’t stop us from showing our affection to each other. A few days after our kiss, we couldn’t pretend anymore. That was the first time Eddie and you had sex. Eddie wasn’t the confrontational type but he’s not the type to stay silent about things when they bother him. The day after you two slept together, he pulled you aside during lunch to address what you guys are. You two quickly decided you couldn’t stay away from your best friend but you couldn’t close the door you two already opened. For the sake of your friendship, you two concluded with being friends with benefits. Ever since then, nothing has been better between you and Eddie. You slept over at his house often, as he snuck into your bedroom regularly. You have never been closer, as friends and as more. Neither of you is willing to address the drastic change in your relationship, too scared to lose everything you both have built over the years.

You jump as the school bell rings loudly in the halls. With a shake of the head, you move from your thoughts and head to the gym. As you enter the gym you hear the school clock chime loud enough to make you jump again. Embarrassed, you looked around quickly to see no one else was phased by the loud clock. With a chuckle, you head towards the other girls by the locker room door.

"Hey, guys! What's up? Ready to do this?" you say with a wave, shaking the pomps in your hands. You were met with smiles and 'hello's' followed by cheers. "Let's do this, guys," you scream with a laugh.

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You put your cheer uniform into your white duffle bag and then zip it up. You pull Eddie's black hoodie over your head and lean down to tie your shoe. A light ticking hums in the locker room, causing goosebumps across your skin. Choosing to write it off as just a clock, you gather your things. Then, you head out of the changing room towards your locker to wait for Eddie. You don't see him in the hall as you unlock your locker. Quickly, You grab your homework and textbooks and place your gym bag into the locker. You glance at your watch while closing the door. It's 4:56 pm. He should be done with his campaign by now.

You make your way to the Hellfire Club. You see the door is still closed, the window covered. You sit your bag on the ground and sit cross beside it, waiting for Eds. you pull out your book you've been doing a book report on English, deciding to get a little homework done. As you try to read, you hear muffled voices in the room, and the door swings open, almost hitting you. You use the door as a cover when you hear Dustin's voice.

"So what about you and y/n? You guys are totally in love." The younger boy says with confidence. Your heart beats faster as you realize what he said. Anxiously, you wait for Eddie's answer. Dustin is met with a scoff from the older boy.

"Y/n and I are just friends, nothing more." Eddie's voice is firm as he shrugs off the children. Your heart stops. Your stomach turns as tears fill your eyes before falling down. Just friends? The thought breaks your heart as you desperately wanted to be more in the rocker’s eyes.

"But you want to be more." Max chimes in with a smirk, reading your thoughts. Eddie hesitates before he laughs. "Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson doesn't want anyone. He doesn't need anyone." With those words, Your heart shatters. Quickly, you grab your thing and rush down the hall to the nearest exit. You hear a soft 'oh fuck' from Eddie before hearing footsteps fall behind you..

"Y/N! Stop, please. Princess! Please! Wait!" Finally, Eddie reaches enough to grab your arm, pulling you back. Anger soon takes over your sadness as you try to move from his grasp.

"Fuck off Eddie. I don't want to talk to you." You try to push him off, but he won't budge. He tries to hold you tightly, but without hurting you. Tears fill up his own eyes as he pleads to you.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't mean any of what I told the kids. You know I didn't mean it right?" His voice is gentle as he goes to reach for your cheek, but you dodge his hand turning from him.

" No, fuck that. We aren't just fucking friends. Friends don't do that. Friends don't touch like that. Friends don't fucking feel the way we do for each other either but I guess you must've forgotten about that too." You glare at him. His eye softens as he tries to touch your cheek again, this time you let him because of the love you see in his eyes and the pain that reflects back into your own.

"Baby, stop, please. Let me explain." He tries so hard to calm you down but you don't want to be calm. You are hurt and want answers. Your voice is soft at first.

"Explain? Explain what? We are friends. Friends that act like a couple. Talks like a couple. Goes on dates like a couple. Fucks like a couple-" You spit the last part before continuing."- but no. We are just friends, no matter how much I want to be more. No matter how much I love you." You are sobbing by the end. You can't hold the tear back as you try to pull your arm again, letting the tears fall. You have no shame at your admission to Eddie. You love him and you are tired of hiding it. Eddie stills, like a statue.

"What? You love me?" Eddie whispers, leaning down to look me in my eyes. Gently, his hands hold your face making you look at him. His eyes scan your face. How could he not see it?

"Of course I do." Quickly, you lose the venom from your tone, matching his softness. " I have loved you ever since I can remember. I've always loved you, Eddie. I can’t keep pretending that we are just friends. We aren’t. If you can’t accept that, then I don’t think we can kee-”

“Don’t finish that sentence. Please don’t say what I think you are going to, princess. I won’t be able to take you not being in my life.” Eddie interrupts. “ I love you too, Y/N. I've never acted like you weren't the most important thing in my life. I just wasn’t sure I was the most important in yours. That’s why I said what I did. I couldn't let the kids meddle in our relationship when I was so scared my feelings would upend it all. I am so sorry I say we weren’t more than friends. I was wrong. I do need you.” You chuckle at his words.

“You are horrible at reading hints.” You look at him before leaning your forehead against his. All the worry and sadness leave Eddie's face as relief washes over him.

“Say it again.” He whispers, breaking the silence, as he looks into your eyes through long lashes. “Please.” You kiss his nose before looking back into his chocolate eyes.

“I love you, Eddie Munson. Always have and always will.” He smiles as he presses your lips together.

“I love you too, princess.” He mutters into the kiss then he picks you up bridal style, running towards the school parking lot. Both of your laughs echo down the hallway as you glance back to see a grandfather clock where the column to hold the roof is. Eddie’s voice brings your attention back to him and not the clock that has disappeared.

“I can’t wait to get you back to my trailer. The uncle should still be at work still. I’m gonna show you just how much I love you.” He says as he opens the door to the van for you. You hop in, the clock no longer in your mind as thoughts of Eddie doing deliciously bad thighs to you take over.

Part Two

#eddie munsons smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things 4 imagines #eddie munson fanfic

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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 year

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Putting the Big in Big Boss

Read on here or on AO3! - ⚠️ Depictions of Violence ⚠️

"Damn, why does he look like you dragged him here behind the car?"

Yoongi addressed Namjoon as he ambled into the room, still a little frustrated that he got pulled away from his dinner date with Jin and Hoseok.

Namjoon cleared his throat, "Well, let's just say he's got a real mouth on him."

Yoongi raised a brow, asking for a better explanation. "Go on..."

"Tae started in on him after he called Jimin a feisty bimbo then Jungkook tagged in when the guy said Tae was quote 'an ugly rat' which led to Jimin absolutely laying him out in response to Jungkook being told he was a stupid brute."

The room filled with a bitter tinge to Yoongi's strong scent clearly pissed with the comments but also proud of his mates.

"So, he has a death wish. Fantastic," Yoongi mumbled as he cracked his knuckles.

The alpha headed for the door to the room holding their current problem wolf when Jimin came in, wiping his hands clean of the man's blood.

Sidiling up beside their head alpha, Jimin ran his hand across Yoongi's belly and patted his soft middle lovingly while admiring the fit of his black button-down.

"Is this a new shirt, Yoonie?"

Yoongi smiled and leaned in to peck the omega's plump lips. "Yeah, baby - a gift from Jinnie for our date night."

Jimin's face curled into a sweet smile, a stark contrast to what was currently happening in the space around them.

"I love it. You look so handsome, alpha."

"Thank you, sweets," Yoongi replied before his scent suddenly turned sour. He grabbed the omega's hand and surveyed Jimin's left arm which clearly had a slow-bleeding wound. "You're hurt, Min-ah."

The smile dropped from Jimin's face as he nodded his head. "Yeah, he got me with his blade, but I'll be fine."

Yoongi kissed the omega's forehead and turned him toward the door. "Please go upstairs so Jinnie and Hobi can take care of that, baby. I need to have a chat with our friend in there."

Jimin's expression darkened as he looked at Namjoon before turning back to Yoongi. "Don't go easy on him, alpha. He was horrible to Tae and Ggukie."

Neither alpha was surprised by Jimin's request, the omega being incredibly protective over all their mates - especially the youngest two.

"Trust me, sweets, he will be dealt with," Yoongi answered, tone dropping into a deep rumble within the alpha's chest.

Jimin nodded, having full trust in both alphas as he knew Namjoon would be a willing participant in Yoongi's conversation. He gave them both parting kisses and dropped another appreciative pat on the head alpha's stomach.

Yoongi and Namjoon heard Taehyung and Jungkook out in the hallway, both asking if Jimin was alright. They were concerned about his injury and wanted to know what the alphas had planned in response.

Waiting until he heard the eldest of the three omegas take the group upstairs, Yoongi finally entered the side room where the once-loyal member of their organization was tied to a metal chair.

"Who are you?" the alpha spit out as Yoongi came into view, confirming his assumption of the guy having a death wish.

Namjoon scoffed from where he stood, leaning against the back wall. "Your file says you've been with the Mins for five years and you don't know who your boss is?"

The alpha started to laugh. "Good fucking joke! Do you really expect me to believe that this guy is the ruthless mob boss, Suga? Seriously, man, who are you? Did he send the accountant in his place? The personal chef?"

Yoongi and Namjoon shared an unimpressed look before the head alpha began to pace the room while rolling up his shirt sleeves. "Since you clearly have no sense of survival, I'm going to give you a little rundown of what's going to happen here."

The room fell silent for a moment aside from the click of Yoongi's loafer heels hitting the floor before a soft gasp was heard from the restrained alpha when he caught a glimpse of the head alpha tattoo across Yoongi's right forearm.

"Wait a second, you are actually Suga?" the alpha asked, his tone wavering between anxious and amused.

Yoongi gave him a little mocking salute and replied, "Present."

The alpha scoffed and rolled his eyes. "What a fucking joke! So, you just sit around in some high-rise office stuffing that gut and make your omegas do all the dirty work? I can't wait to tell everyone that our boss is lazy fatass."

Stepping closer as he cracked his neck side to side, Yoongi gripped the alpha's collar with a feral grin. "Tell everyone? You honestly think that you are going to leave this room alive? Now, that's adorable."

---

As the alphas walked into the living room after returning to the pack's penthouse, both cringed at Jimin's pained whimper. Jin's gentle voice carried through the house in response, soothing the omega.

Namjoon went to the loveseat first where Hoseok was applying ice on Taehyung's bruised knuckles. He dropped kisses on both their foreheads while all three watched Yoongi approach the couch.

Jimin's head was resting in Jungkook's lap while Jin stitched up the wound across the omega's arm. Jimin had his shirt collar in his mouth and Jungkook's hand in a tight grip while the beta worked as quickly as possible.

Yoongi observed quietly for a few moments before asking, "What do you think, Jinnie?"

"Minnie's tough, he'll be alright. I just wanted to close it up so it didn't get infected or scar too badly," the beta answered calmly to comfort the entire pack's worries.

The head alpha nodded and sent Jimin a little flying kiss when he caught the omega's eye - hoping to draw a smile. Yoongi gave Jin an appreciative peck after dropping his lips on Jungkook's cheek.

"Alright, I need to go shower. Joon, order whatever the babies want for dinner. They deserve it," Yoongi announced, turning to head upstairs afterward.

Silence filled the room as their head alpha sauntered up the staircase. As soon as Yoongi turned the corner out of sight, five sets of eyes landed on Namjoon.

"So..." Taehyung prompted.

Namjoon sighed and crossed his arms. "The guy didn't learn his lesson, kept running his mouth. Said some shit to Yoon and now the clean-up crew is down there."

Jin sent the alpha a pointed look while bandaging up Jimin's arm. "Care to elaborate, dear?"

Running a hand down his face with a sigh, Namjoon replied, "He said a few things about Yoon's weight, nothing he hasn't heard before. I think what's bothering him is the comments about our omegas. The guy kind of implied that Yoongi sees the three of you as disposable; he didn't stand a chance after that."

Jungkook let out a sound of frustration, always hating when their alpha was questioned.

Taehyung rolled his eyes at the ridiculous notion, well aware of how much Yoongi treasured all of his mates.

Jimin's expression darkened, all of them knowing the omega would have gone downstairs and finished him off if Yoongi hadn't.

Deciding to shift the conversation away from the sour scents filling the room, Hoseok asked the omegas what they wanted for dinner.

"Let's get bulgogi, it's his favorite," Jungkook said quietly, earning a few smiles and a kiss on his wrist from Jimin who was still spread across his lap.

The elder pack members were endeared by the omegas wanting to cheer up their head alpha rather than pick what they wanted.

All of them knew that Yoongi would recognize why they chose his favorite food for dinner, but he would also never say anything to fight it.

Yoongi would likely plop himself on the couch, making sure that Jimin was close by because of the alpha's worry about his injury.

He would let his pack feed him admittedly too much, serving him bites from their own portions and encouraging him to finish off the leftovers.

Gentle hands would massage his full stomach from various directions and someone would convince him that he had room for dessert - earning it for his show of power against the offensive alpha who wronged their pack.

Taking him up to the bed, the pack would have an enjoyable night where the head alpha simply had to lay back and let his mates have their way with him.

The next morning, Jin would prepare them a nice breakfast while Hoseok served him coffee with a sweet kiss.

Namjoon and Jungkook would greet him sleepily and go through the motions of a tired morning.

Jimin and Taehyung would either launch a tag-team intimate attack on him or tease him endlessly for still being bloated from his sizeable dinner the night before.

No matter what, Yoongi trusted his mates without question. They were responsible for helping him become the big boss of the Seoul mob world. Big in every sense of the word.

#bts feedism #bts weight gain #chubby bts #bts abo #chubby yoongi #supportive jin #supportive namjoon #supportive hoseok #supportive jimin #supportive taehyung #supportive jungkook #bts mafia au #soft bellied tannies

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under-the-cherrytree · 2 years

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Can you do hanako x studyholic reader :0

wherein hanako thought that all of the students had went home but he saw us in the library studying our butt off

but we just refuse to take a break just to finish our exam reviewer

Go to sleep, darling❣︎

Hanako x studyholic reader

Warnings: none

A/n: BRO THIS IS LIKE MY LAST REQUEST JUST REVERSED MAN

I had to post them right after each other-

Lmao I’m so tired rn but i want to post this so me rnnn

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!

You sat in the library surrounded by books and scattered papers. A test was coming up and you needed to study, however, you were exhausted. Most of the students were gone but you knew you couldn’t leave until you finished studying. While you thought you were alone, a ghost boy soon found out about your presence.

Hanako entered the library when he saw the lights were on, curious as to who would still be here this late. He looked around until he found you tired from studying.

“Y/n? You’re still here?” His voice was filled with what you guessed was concern.

“Yeah… I’m not done studying yet” You turned to him but quickly looked back to your books.

“I think you should stop studying…”

“I can’t. I need to do good on this test”

“It’s late… no one else is left in the school.” Hanako sat in the chair next to you. You looked up at him shocked and you quickly shook your head, getting focused again.

“I need to continue studying… I can’t have distractions.” You look a bit frustrated and Hanako knows you would be too stubborn to listen to him.

However, he sat in the chair next to you, watching you lovingly. He thought your determination was adorable but he knew you would fall asleep soon.

He watched as you closed your eyes, your head almost falling on the table but you quickly caught yourself, waking you up again. Hanako giggled seeing you, finding it cute.

“Don’t laugh…” Your face turned red and you yawned. “I need to wake up” You stood up but Hanako quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

“Don’t leave~” he whispered in your ear “You are okay, continue studying”

He pleaded his chin on your shoulder as he watched you calmly. You looked back at him for a moment before looking back at your books, writing something on your notebook.

It wasn’t too long before you started to fall asleep again, feeling your body getting weaker. Instead of falling forward, Hanako leaned you back on him so you would fall asleep on his lap.

“There we go… good girl~” Hanako grinned. You shifted into a more comfortable position in his lap, starting to wake up again but Hanako held you tightly to him.

You didn’t even want to wake up.

Hanako stroked your hair as you drifted off to sleep. He was glad his plan worked.

“Go to sleep, darling, I’ll protect you until you wake up~”

Tagging~ @hanako-san @sleepless-simp @old-poptart i wrote it-

#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk #tbhk anime #toilet bound x reader #hanako x reader #jshk x reader #hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #hanako san #tbhk angst #jshk amane

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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Trapped

This can be read as part of The Reaper and The Death Angel series or as a stand alone.

Contains: Fluff, trapped in an elevator, small town politics, mild Cleithrophobia (the fear of being trapped), smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V, semi-public sex, praise kink, naked woman/clothed man)

1.6K words

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You and Jax get trapped in an elevator, and Jax distracts you from your anxiety.

"Why do we have to do this?"

You shook your head, "because Oswald needs to be mayor and if we don't make him look like a baby kissing, town folk loving, magnanimous, good old boy Hale's going to win and we'll all be living in butter boxes on a major highway."

Jax huffed, "Hale isn't going to win, everyone hates him and no one wants to live in his developments. You know the Club doesn't give a shit about politics, Clay just wants his old buddy in charge."

"Jackson, my job is state funded. I've gotten very good at flesh pressing and sucking up to get what I want. All we have to do is bring our small and easily fixable concerns to Oswald, he gets his men to repair them and he looks good. It will take half an hour, max."

Jax pressed the elevator button, "whatever you say Darlin, but you owe me." The elevator started moving, going on its slow rise up to Oswald's third floor office. Then the power went out.

You turned your phone flash flight on and Jax did the same, "Fuck, it's it just the building or are we in the middle of a blackout?"

Jax shrugged, "I don't know, use the call button."

You pressed the key with the phone on it and waited, "hello, how can I help you?" The voice was a little crackly, "we're stuck in the elevator of the Oswald construction head office, I think we're between floors."

You waved Jax over to the doors and helped him pull them apart, only to be greeted by concrete walls, "yep, we're stuck." There was the sound of keys clicking over the line.

"Sorry about that, it looks like a power grid issue and half the town is without power. You're going to have to call the fire department." Jax was already on his phone when you turned around and he didn't sound happy.

"The outage was caused by a car wreck, which our tiny fire house is dealing with now. They said it will be another two hours at least."

You threw your hands up in the air, "great, we're trapped." You started to pace and Jax put his hands on your shoulders.

"You doing ok?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"I feel like a rat in a cage, you know if a fire breaks out we're screwed."

Jax lifted one hand to cup your face, "there's no power and the fire department cut the grid, how is a fire going to break out?"

You shrugged, "candle?"

Jax shook his head lovingly, "it's the middle of the day and this building is mostly windows, no one's going to be lighting any candles. Plus, you were the one who told me fire suppression systems don't need grid power."

You nodded, "you're right."

He smiled and rubbed his thumb over your cheek, "I'm guessing you also have water and snacks in your bag too?"

You chuckled, "of course I do." You could see him smile through the darkness.

"Maybe I can distract you another way, we have at least two hours?"

You bumped your nose with his, "what do you have in mind?" He leaned down and kissed you, backing you up against one of the walls.

"Just relax, I'll look after you." He kissed your neck softly while one of his hands cradled your head. The fingers of his other hand grazed the buttons on your top, popping them open and stroking the skin underneath. You shifted and pulled him into a kiss, Jax quickly taking over.

His hand was slowly moving towards your pants, his fingers touching each bit of new skin revealed as he opened your top. You let the shirt fall off your shoulders, and Jax eyes met your covered breasts. His hand left your face and removed your bra, his lips leaving your neck and moving to your nipple.

His fingers ran over the waist of your jeans and you nodded, Jax rushing to open them and sliding his hand inside. He touched you over your panties, his fingers rubbing gently while his lips were focused on your breasts.

"More please." You felt him smile against you and his hand went inside your underpants.

"I can do that." He kissed back up your chest and his lips landed on yours. He collected wetness from your entrance and used it to rub your clit, your knees twitched with the wave of warmth that came over you.

You leaned back and placed your hand on his chest to brace yourself so you could take your shoes off before pulling your jeans and panties off. Your hands ran under his shirt over his bare chest as his hand went back to your core. "You're very wet from me."

You rolled your eyes, "I'd respond but that would only inflate your ego."

He laughed, then dropped to his knees, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. "Are your knees ok?"

He chuckled, "they're fine sweet girl, this is about you remember?" Your head fell back against the wall as his lips met your centre, he started off with small kitten licks before sucking your clit in his mouth and sliding two of his thick fingers inside you.

Your hands pushed his head closer to you, Jax chuckling against your skin. He replaced his mouth with his thumb to kiss your thigh, "I'm going to look after you, don't worry."

His mouth went back to your clit and his fingers crooked upwards to rub your G-spot, "Jax, I want more."

He let out another chuckle as he lifted his head a second time, "you gotta cum for me first."

You grunted in frustration, "you don't need to be so attentive."

He grunted and pulled away again, "we've talked about the y/n, I only have fun if you have fun."

He smiled when you relaxed into his touch, "good girl." He went back to his task in earnest, paying careful attention to your body as he went on. He felt you fluttered around him and double his efforts, coasting you over the peak with practised ease. You slumped against the wall, Jax being the only thing keeping you on your feet.

He kissed back up your body, wiping his face with his hand then wiping his hand on his jeans, "you good."

You nodded, "I'm good."

He kissed your neck, his beard tickling your skin, "you still want more." You reached out and opened his zipper in answer.

"Ok Darlin, I get the message." You freed his cock and he shoved his pants down just far enough to be comfortable for both of you. He lifted one of your legs over his hip and braced his weight with one hand on the wall behind you.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck and stepped between your legs, rubbing his cock along your folds. "Please." You gasped as he slid inside you, Jax's other hand coming to the wall as well so he didn't fall over with the rush of pleasure.

"You good?"

His voice was tight, "yep." He smiled against your skin, wrapped his arm around your body and started thrusting into you.

"Fuck you're tight." You moaned when his fingers brushed your clit, Jax was grunting in your ear with each thrust. He reached his stride and you relaxed him to his arms, "good girl, I told you I'd look after you." His cock was brushing your G-spot with each pass, you barely had time to whimper out a warning before you were cumming around him.

"That's it, give me one more."

You groan, "I…."

He kissed you hard "yes you can, come on." His fingers moving expertly over your clit, your hand moved to grip his arm and he could feel your fingernails press into his skin. With one last grunt, he came inside you, his hand rubbing back and forth over your thigh.

He held you up as you caught your breath, kissing your face and running his hands over your body. When you could stand on your own feet he stepped back, brushed your hair out of your face, retrieved your clothes and helped you dress yourself.

Jax went to your bag and got the water bottle out, passing it to you before taking a sip himself. "Can you get the multitool out of the front pocket, please?"

He seemed confused but got it anyway, "why?"

You waved it towards the ceiling, "because it's going to stink like sex when the doors open so I'm going to open the hatch to let some fresh air in."

Jax shook his head, "let me do it, you can't reach."

You slapped his chest softly, "you're insufferable."

He laughed and unscrewed the hatch, a breeze of fresh cool air coming from the opening. "You want a snack?" You nodded and he got a bar out of your bag, breaking it in half and handed a bit to you.

"There are chocolate chips in this."

You nodded, "yes, fibre doesn't have to be boring Jackson."

He chuckled and slid down the wall dragging you down with him, "I love you."

"I love you too."

****

The fire department were there within two hours, getting the elevator moving and the door open. When the doors opened, you were resting comfortably in Jax's arms. He grabbed your hand and stood up, throwing an arm over your shoulder and walking out of the elevator with you.

"Are you done with politics now?"

You shook your head, "no, we'll be back here next time we both have free days and we'll take the stairs this time."

He laughed and pressed a kiss to the side of your face, "I love you, your dork."

"I love you too Jackson."

Fin

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the-void-writes · 10 months

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grabbing your lover by the shirt or pants, pulling them closer

Thank you so so much for this one! It's taken a long time to get this one to a place where I like it, but it's at least kind of there now. I hope you enjoy this random return of the Villain Winte AU lol

TW: 18+ Only for suggestive content. (It's not overly explicit, but it's their first time.)

Dark Ichor AU - I'll Always Want You

It had been the longest day Dante could ever remember. Chasing off Gazali, dealing with idiotic businessmen, and sorting out his own employees had left him exhausted. Worst of all, he hadn’t seen Will in days. The wretched people of the city had probably scared him into hiding with their horrid words. “Monster,” they called him, like he was no different from the villains he put away for them. He was saving their ungrateful lives, not asking for anything in return, and they never even thanked him. As far as Dante was concerned, no one in the city deserved Will’s help.

Dante stumbled into his suite, only half-awake as he turned on the TV in his room and rummaged through his fridge for some leftovers; a small bit of burnt steak he had gotten on a night out with Will. It hadn’t mattered to Dante that the food was terrible, not when Will had smiled at him so lovingly, so blissfully happy in the company of his own enemy. Gazali may have been the one to suggest all of these little visits, but he hadn’t counted on his prodigy and his enemy falling in love. It was the best accident any of them could have made.

As Dante returned to his bedroom, lightly picking at the burnt food, he turned his attention to the TV. The reporters were gushing over Gazali’s team, and their rescue of the boat out on harbor. Dante shook his head and laughed. Gazali couldn’t be trusted with a bike, let alone a boat. The public was just finding every excuse to not thank Will, the only hero strong enough to lift a boat out of the water in the first place. He must have decided to tag along for one of Gazali’s publicity meetings, and it was a good thing he had, from the looks of the boat that now rested on the shore.

To Dante’s surprise, the cameraman actually focused on Will, who was standing behind the whole team. Gazali brought Will forward so he could speak, and Dante couldn’t help but admire every part of his expression— His eyes shimmering with wonder, his lips twitching nervously, the way he wrinkled his nose at something the reporter said. It pained Dante terribly, knowing how long it had been since he had kissed that adorable man.

“How have things been for you since that fiasco at the charity ball?” the reporter asked.

“Oh, much better,” Will said. “Always busy, I’m sure you’ve seen. I’m just grateful to be a part of it, you know?”

So humble, so calm, even when he had every right to snap at them for daring to imply that the destruction at the ball was his fault. Dante whispered to the screen, as though Will was standing right in front of him.

“How could anyone call you a monster? What danger could they possibly see in you?”

Will suddenly laughed at something the reporter said, and that sweet, wonderful noise made Dante go weak in the knees. All he wanted was to have that beautiful hero in his arms, whispering his name, touching his chest, maybe even using his powers on him… The more he stared at Will’s image, the more he ached for him.

Dante had already excited himself with his thoughts and memories of his partner. Will’s smile, his laugh, his walk, his little dances in the kitchen, every last bit built up inside Dante like a fire as he absent-mindedly stroked his neck. Will would probably combust from embarrassment if he could see the images that flashed in Dante’s mind, which pleased him a little too much. He would have loved to see the look on Will’s face, to prove to him that he could indeed drive someone so unbelievably mad with desire.

“Will, baby—”

“Dante?”

His eyes flew open as he turned and found Will on the balcony, staring at him with an obvious tint in his cheeks.

“Did you say my name?”

“Baby— Hey, I—” Dante cleared his throat. “I thought you were at the harbor.”

“They stopped rolling the cameras an hour ago. I tried to duck out early.” Will glanced down. “Did I… interrupt you?”

Neither one of them could look away. Eventually, Dante couldn’t help but laugh, falling back over with the force of it.

“What timing, huh?”

Will struggled to hide his own laugh. “I’m sorry.”

Dante smiled at him. “No, don’t be. I wasn’t doing anything… yet.”

“Wow, okay.” Will chuckled. “You really missed me that much?”

“Of course, I did! I’ve been bored and stressed out of my mind without you here.”

Will approached him and took his hand, doing his best to avoid looking at his pants. “I’m really sorry, Gazali had us doing a lot of prep stuff.”

Dante sat up again. “Here, let me fix all this, and you can tell me all about it.”

He stopped as Will rested his hand on his chest. It felt even better than Dante had envisioned, especially when he traced along his shoulder.

“I really make you feel this way?”

Dante brought Will’s hand to his lips and kissed his palm. “More than you’ll ever know, baby. I adore you”

Will’s deep eyes were glossy with tears. Before either of them knew it, he sat down across Dante’s lap, stroked his cheek, and kissed him gently. His hands ran up and down his chest. Dante tangled his fingers in the collar of Will’s shirt, trying to pull him closer than what was physically possible. After a while, Will pulled away and spoke gently against his lips.

“Can I help you?”

“Help?”

“I mean— It sounds like we’ve both been stressed out. We could use some fun, right?”

Dante grinned. “I don’t think you know how goddamn happy you just made me.”

“I can feel it, don’t worry.”

He snickered as Dante looked down between them.

“Right, sorry.”

“I just can’t believe I make you feel that way.”

“Will…” He kissed his neck softly. “This isn’t even half of what I feel for you.”

“Then please,” Will said, “show me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Will was woken up by a gentle hand running through his hair, something he hadn’t felt in years. It was even better than he remembered, to the point where he was scared to open his eyes and find it all a dream. A smile graced his lips as he enjoyed the peace and attention. Then, a low whisper brought him back to the waking world.

“Good morning.”

Such a beautiful voice, like sweet honey in a strong glass of whiskey, that mix of fire and comfort. It sounded like home. Will opened his eyes and found Dante staring down at him, a serene smile resting on his face.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” Will said, so timidly that it made Dante laugh.

“How are you feeling?”

“Feeling?”

“Any pain? Soreness, your fever— I hope I didn’t overdo anything.”

Everything about the night before clicked back into place. Will turned his head to the intricate embroidery on the sheets, anything to hide how red his cheeks were.

“Oh, not at all,” he said. “You were— wonderful.”

Dante grinned. “So were you.”

“God, I doubt it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He laid back down, propping his head up with his elbow. “I think you need a recap of last night, because you seem to have forgotten how goddamn incredible you were.”

“Dante—”

“I mean, if the window was still open, everyone on the street would have heard me yelling your name.”

“Okay, I get it!”

Dante laughed, and Will couldn’t help but laugh with him. He pulled Dante back down for a proper kiss, holding him close to his chest. Dante grinned against his lips.

“Something on your mind?”

“Just stay with me, please.” Will wrapped his arms around his neck. “This is nice.”

Dante leaned down to kiss his chest. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay for as long as you want me, sunshine.”

He smiled as Will held his face, tracing all the edges and stress lines that Dante had once hated. That was before he had someone who would look at him the way Will did, the way an artist looked at their muse. Dante could feel every bit of love that his partner had for him. He was more than just his hero… he was an angel.

“I’ll always want you,” Will said.

Dante rested his head against his shoulder. “Then, I’ll always be with you.”

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