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Stuck On You | Part Four

cassian x reader | Cassian can't seem to forget about you since the night you met seven years ago. he thought he would never see you again but when he does, he's determined to make you his. this time for good.

“Don’t worry. She likes your butt and fancy hair. I know, I read her diary.”

[part one] [part two] [part three] [part four] [final part]

A/N: this was supposed to be the last part but I felt like it was becoming too long so I split it in half. I rewrote so many scenes from this so many times because I wasn't too happy with them but I think I finally am now. you can find my masterlist here.

Warnings: angst with mentions of violence/abuse/choking/death/killing

Closing the door behind you, you leaned against it, the dam of your emotions breaking through. You allowed the first tear to slide down your cheek. It was quickly followed by others and they burned, each one a painful reminder of the damage you had done. Trembling fingers pressed against your forehead, attempting to soothe the throbbing pain while your other hand found its place against your chest. Your actions were crushing your heart, making you feel like you couldn’t breathe.

What have you done?

Pushing Cassian away seemed necessary. For his safety. For yours. For Seraphine’s. It was for the best, you had to keep telling yourself. Yet, the ache in your chest betrayed that notion because if that was the case, why did it hurt so much?

There was a soft knock at your door. “y/n?”

You took deep breaths and wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. A futile attempt to compose yourself. You didn’t want your little sister to see you like this. You were now the matriarch of your family. You had to be strong… or at least appear to be.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the sight before you upon opening the door. Seraphine stood on the other side, her shoulders slumped and eyes glistening with tears. “Cassian left.”

“I know.”

She looked up at you. “Why does everyone leave?”

It seemed as though the shards of your broken heart had found new, more intricate ways to splinter. The weight of responsibility bore down on you. A burden you never intended to place on Seraphine’s shoulders.This was all your fault.

You drew in a steadying breath and crouched down to meet her at eye level. You gently wiped away her tears. “Not everyone,” you reminded her softly. “I’m still here. We’ll always be together.”

"You promise?" she whispered, her voice carrying the weight of a fragile hope.

Your eyes locked with hers. “I promise.”

The abrupt sound of a door slamming open startled you both. You jumped to your feet and Seraphine hid behind you. As you clasped her trembling hand in yours, the both of you cautiously walked to the living room. Aerik stood in the middle of the room. His features contorted into pure anger, filling the atmosphere with tension.

His eyes were scanning the house, chest heaving in anger. “Where the fuck is he?”

“He’s not here.” You replied, your voice a breathless whisper. “He’s gone.”

Aerik stormed over to you both. His hand wrapped around your arm, right where your healing bruise was, and he pressed harshly on it, prompting a cry from you. You looked up and were met with the white rage within Aerik’s eyes. His nostrils flared as he looked down at you, lips curled in disgust.

“Was Kallon’s warning not enough?” Aerik glared, intimidating you. “Should I inform him of your treason?”

He was grasping you by your other arm, yanking your grasp from Seraphine’s and forcing you closer to him. When you didn’t answer, he growled and tightened his grip. “You answer when spoken to.”

“Please don’t hurt her!” Seraphine cried as she darted toward you, coming to stand in between you both. She wrapped her arms around your waist, her back to her uncle and tiny wings wrapped around you as a shield.

“Please don’t.” You managed to say. “I’m sorry for defying your wishes.”

Aerik stared at you, contemplating on what to do with you. Upon shifting his gaze to Seraphine, he realized he destroyed all the effort he had made with her the past days. There was a look of betrayal in her eyes, her lips quivering with fear and she tightened her hold on you when she met his gaze. The facade was gone. There was no purpose in keeping up pretenses anymore.

With a snarl, he yanked Seraphine away from you, not caring that his force sent the young girl stumbling and falling to the floor. She let out a cry and raw anger shot through you, flooding your veins.

“Don’t you dare touch her!”

Aerik scoffed as he turned his attention back to you. He stepped forward, prompting you to take a step back. He continued until your back hit the kitchen table and he had you cornered. “You are in no position to tell me what I can’t do.”

“Seraphine is my responsibility now.” He reminded you in a taunting manner, tightening a hand around your throat. He squeezed, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. He leaned down so close to you, you could feel his disgusting breath fan your face. Your fingers grasped at his, a futile attempt to pry his grip from you.

“Please stop hurting her, Uncle Aerik!”

“This is my house.” Aerik ignored your little sister’s cries and you dropped your hands, one of them falling behind your back, reaching for anything as the desperation to breathe and run to your sister overtook you.

“I want you gone.” He seethed, his grip on you tensing. “Now.”

Azriel had noticed the change in Cassian lately, the heaviness in his steps, and the shadows lingering in his eyes. Despite the night hour, he invited Cassian to spar with him on the training grounds of the house of wind, hoping that it’d allow him to work out his pent up emotions and lift his spirits. Even if only temporarily.

The two Illyrians circled each other. Azriel's movements were fluid and precise, a stark contrast to Cassian, who appeared to be lost in thought. Cassian's punches lacked their usual force, and his defenses faltered. Azriel furrowed his brow, a deep concern for his friend settling in. Cassian was typically energetic and enthusiastic during training, reveling in the thrill of besting his opponents. Azriel had once remarked his haughty demeanor to be annoying, but now, he longed for one of Cassian's vain remarks, missing the spirited energy that usually defined their sparring sessions.

In a swift move, Azriel feigned a strike, and Cassian, too distracted to react properly, lost his balance. He stumbled and fell to the ground, his frustration evident in the way his jaw tensed.

"Enough, Cassian," Azriel urged, crouching beside him. He knew why Cassian was so defeated, so disheartened. But he asked anyway. "What's going on?"

Cassian sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair that had come undone from the elastic tie you had given him. "I just don’t understand why she’d push me away. I thought we were making progress…”

You had shattered Cassian’s heart. Yet, as promised, he continued to love you with all the fractured pieces left behind. He always would. No matter how much it hurt.

It required every ounce of his strength to resist turning back the last night he saw you. He would’ve begged on his knees for you. For you to not marry whoever Aerik had picked out for you. For you to come back with him to Velaris, where it would be safe for you and Seraphine.

Then there was poor Seraphine, whose wounds from losing her parents were still fresh and apparent in the way she clung to anyone who offered her comfort. It dawned on him then–the reason for your protectiveness and hesitancy concerning your sister. The heart-wrenching look on her face when he was leaving haunted him.

He should’ve begged on his knees, should’ve dug deeper into the distress reflected in your eyes. Gods, had he made a mistake in conceding to your wishes and not fighting for you? In letting you slip away?

“Then keep fighting for her, Cas.” Azriel told him, sensing where his thoughts had headed. He extended his hand out to Cassian, helping him up to his feet.

Cassian felt Azriel’s hand briefly stiffen before letting go. The shadows clinging to Azriel seemed to stir and come alive, swirling around him. A dark tendril emerged in the distance, curling against Azriel's ears before merging with the swarm of shadows, who eagerly welcomed the dark tendril back. By the way Azriel’s eyes narrowed, he could sense whatever his shadow had whispered was urgent.

“What is it?”

“It’s Kallon.” Azriel said, meeting Cassian’s gaze. “He’s sent some of his men to go look for y/n. Her and Seraphine are missing.”

The revelation seemed to jolt Cassian out of his emotional haze. Without another word, he unfurled his wings and soared into the sky, determination gleaming in his eyes. He was going to find you.

The air in the Inn was thick with the scent of burning wood from the fireplace, its warmth battling against the chill that seeped through the cracks in the walls. You and Seraphine found solace in a corner, sitting at a worn wooden table that creaked under your every move. It reminded you of the tavern back at Ironcrest, the familiarity of it filling you with a sad twinge of nostalgia.

Outside, the world was blanketed in a thin layer of snow. A promise of a strong winter to come. The winds howled, carrying with them the secrets of the desolate mountains that surrounded the humble establishment. It was your second night at the Inn located around the Illyrian Steppes. You were well familiar with it as it was a place you and your mother often frequented.

You adjusted the scarf around your neck self consciously, wanting to keep the evidence from two nights ago well hidden. Despite washing your hands until the skin was raw, all you saw was dark red. Blood. Aerik’s blood pooling around his head after you knocked him out with a vase. You had run to your sister to shield her from the gory scene, praying to the cauldron that she hadn’t caught a glimpse. If she had, she pretended as if she didn’t.

Your hands trembled as you helped Seraphine with her dinner, the memories of that night resurfacing again and again.

“Listen to me, Sera.” You had whispered, gently cradling her cheek in your hand and coaxing her worried gaze from your burning neck to meet yours. “I need you to pack some clothes, a few essentials—just the things you can't bear to leave behind–and do so quickly.”

Her eyes widened even more, confusion settling on her features. You understood the look on her face. At her age, you had been put in this position so often. It struck you now that the roles had reversed. “Why? This is our home. Uncle Aerik should leave.”

“It’s not safe here anymore. We have to go somewhere else, somewhere far away.”

A frown creased Seraphine's forehead. “Is that why you told Cassian to leave?”

“Yes and now it’s our turn.” You nodded solemnly, heart aching at the mention of his name.

You blinked, your sister’s gentle touch pulling you from the sea of haunting memories that threatened to engulf you and drag you down into its dark abyss. “Yes?”

You met her worried gaze as it flitted from your face to your untouched plate. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Yes,” you said again, forcing a smile onto your face as you picked up a spoon. Seraphine watched you carefully with a concerned look on her face. She only relaxed once you had brought a spoonful of soup to your mouth. With a subtle smile, she returned to her own dinner. She hummed softly to herself, casting wary glances your way to make sure you were still eating.

As you and Seraphine finished your dinner, the doors to the Inn swung open. A gust of frigid air roared in, causing the flames in the fireplace to flicker momentarily. Your gaze shot toward the entrance, as it did every time you heard the door open, heart skipping a beat when you recognized the sigils the males who had entered wore on their leathers. They were from Ironcrest. You watched them carefully as they approached the Innkeeper and panic set in as you overheard snippets of their conversations. Their inquiries directed toward two specific individuals. A small winged girl no older than a decade accompanied by a young female with no wings. You and Seraphine.

This place was no longer safe and you felt your stomach sicken, your dinner wanting to come right back up. The walls seemed to close in as the gravity of your situation became apparent. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, chest growing extremely tight. You watched as some of the males made their way upstairs, knowing exactly where they were headed and when the ones that had remained began to disperse, you knew you had little time. You had to run and you had to run now.

You quietly instructed Seraphine to put her coat on, grateful that she hadn’t left it up in the room you were staying in as she would need it for the relentless weather outside. You were also grateful that your bow and arrow remained secured to your back. Seraphine barely had enough time to grab Scrumps, her plush, before the two of you were slipping and sneaking out through the back door of the Inn.

“Why are we running?” Seraphine said, wincing as the cold winds bit at her cheeks. “I left my coloring books in the room!”

“I’ll buy you more.” You reassured her, urging her to keep her pace with you as you ran into the forest.

You paused for a moment once you were deep into the forest to catch your breath, instantly regretting it. Your blood ran as cold as the wind whirling around you as you heard it. The crack of branches under the weight of heavy footsteps. Those approaching steps grew closer, and suddenly, an arrow whizzed by, narrowly missing your ear.

Seraphine’s frightened cry pierced the air and you swiftly scooped her into your arms. You held her close to your chest as you ran, determined to shield her from the impending danger. The bitter chill of the night bit through your worn boots as you raced through the unforgiving forest, the frosty tendrils of snow creeping into every crevice. Seraphine clung to your chest, her small form shivering against the cold and the fear that gripped you both. The haunting echo of arrows whistled through the air.

Suddenly, pain seared through your leg as an arrow found its mark, sending you sprawling to the ground with a desperate cry. You propped yourself up on your hands, sparing Seraphine the weight of your body. The harsh reality of your vulnerability struck, but there was no time to dwell in the pain of it all. Your life was daring to flash before your eyes.

“Sera, you need to run.” Your voice strained with urgency as you came to the decision that you would distract the men to allow your sister a chance of escaping. A chance of living.

“No,” she cried, shaking her head desperately.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you brought yourself to stand and helped your little sister up to her feet. “Sera, please.”

But Seraphine didn’t run. She stood by your side, frozen in place by both fear and loyalty. Her eyes betrayed her bewilderment at your request. “You promised we’d always be together.” She murmured in defiance.

Another arrow pierced your shoulder from behind and you let out a sharp gasp in pain. You fumbled for your bow and arrow, wincing as the pain seared through you at every movement of your shoulder. Your eyes scanned the inky darkness for the men who were chasing you.

“There’s nowhere left to run.”

A male stepped out from the shadows, teeth flashing with a wicked grin. You recognized him as the one who had spoken with the Innkeeper. He casted a glance toward your sister, his eyes roaming over her body in a way that disgusted you. “You have something that belongs to us.”

“Sera, get behind me.” You instructed, not wanting her to witness what was about to unfold. She listened to your request this time, burying her face into your back. Her hands gripped tightly onto your uninjured leg.

The way the male continued to approach you and Seraphine hinted that he didn’t think you were capable of shooting at him. Your throat tightened. Your gaze fixed on his chest, right where his heart was beating. You’d never shot someone before. Your bow and arrow had only been used to hunt out of necessity, never for sport. But your hands were already stained red and if you wanted any chance of surviving, you had to. If not for yourself, then for your sister.

Pretending that you were hunting and the male in front of you was a deer, you drew the bowstring back, muscles tensing. You didn’t leave room for another moment to pass, for doubt to cross over your mind. You released and your arrow swiftly met its target.

More Illyrian males stepped out from the trees, coming to a stop once they saw you. Unlike the first male, they were heavily armed and upon seeing their companion bleeding out on the snow, the look they sent you had you shaking. Their siphons began to glow, their eyes following shortly after with a primal, savage anger that wanted to consume you whole. There were three of them. You only had two arrows left.

You notched another arrow onto the taut string of your bow, praying to the Mother for a miracle.

It seemed as if she answered you right away as a sudden burst of crimson light illuminated the darkness around you. The ground beneath you trembled. Cassian emerged, a formidable force, his powerful presence radiating strength as he stood between you and the males. His back was to you, his membranous wings extended, protectively blocking the males from you.

“This is none of your business, bastard.” One of the males berated, attempting to assert dominance. He spat on the ground. “Stay out of it.”

“Oh,” Cassian said, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. The richness of his voice added weight to each syllable, delivering a strong message with resonating intimidation. “But it is my business.”

“All this for a murderous and thieving whore?” The male chuckled, having the nerve to challenge Cassian, despite his friends taking a step backwards. “Come on, you poor bastard. Even you can do better than that.”

Each of Cassian’s siphons ignited, radiating an overwhelming crimson cascade of power and he let out a low, guttural growl. The sound reverberated through the chilling air, carrying an innate power so profound that it seized attention and instilled fear in its wake. Even you felt the urge to bow down. Seraphine’s grip on your leg loosened but you urged her to keep her head pressed into your back, shielding her ears with your hands.

He reached for the sword strapped down his spine, taking pleasure in the flicker of fear in the male’s eyes. The snow crunched beneath his feet as he charged forward, killing the male who dared to challenge him with such ease that it filled him with disappointment. He didn’t have time to linger on it or turn to you as an arrow was soaring at him.

He caught it with one hand, crushing it between his fingers. He turned to the two remaining males, who looked at him in horror. They fled like the cowards Cassian knew they were and he chased after them, hoping that they’d at least grant him the fight his Illyrian blood yearned for.

Your skin was cold and clammy, your heartbeat quickening as you willed yourself not to fall. The world around you began to blur. There was another thunderous sound and you could make out a flash of purple and obsidian…was that the High Lord’s voice? What was happening?

“y/n?”

“M’okay,” you murmured to your sister but your voice was weak as the blood continued to seep from your wounds. You were caught in a disorienting whirlwind, where the world was spinning around you in a chaotic dance. The ground beneath you was becoming unsteady and you fell to your knees.

“y/n!” Seraphine’s voice was calling your name again but this time more frantic. You felt her tiny hands press against your wounds, a desperate attempt to keep your blood from escaping further. “You can’t leave me. You promised, y/n. You promised.”

The dizziness wrapped around you in its embrace and you gave in to it, wanting the world to stop spinning. Your eyelids fluttered shut, despite your sister’s cries. You didn’t want to leave her but you couldn’t help it. You were falling forward but instead of your face plummeting to the cold, hard ground, you found yourself falling into a warm and familiar embrace.

“I got you, Sweetheart.”

"Cassian."

You uttered his name as if it were a sacred invocation, a response to a cherished prayer, and then the world faded to black.

A dull ache permeated your body. Each breath, each movement was accompanied by a protesting soreness. The effort to open your eyes was met with resistance but when you finally fought through it, your surroundings were blurring in and out of focus.

Your senses gradually tuned in to the gentle embrace of the mattress beneath you and as the haze lifted from your vision, a realization unfolded. This wasn’t your room. It struck you then. Everything that had happened, a cascade of memories rushing back.

“Sera,” you rasped, your body jolting forward and head whipping around. A searing pain shot through your shoulder but you ignored it as your eyes frantically searched for your sister, your breath catching.

“You’re awake.” A familiar voice exhaled with relief.

Warm hands cupped your face, guiding your head toward the source of the voice. Your eyes met a pair of warm hazel eyes and you allowed yourself to breathe again.

“Cassian.”

Cassian smiled at you, cherishing the way his name sounded coming from your lips.. You spoke his name as if it were a breath of fresh air, a tender exhale that swept through his soul like a gentle breeze. He’d never grow tired of it.

“Where are we?” You asked and then your eyebrows knitted together when you spotted Scrumps beside you. “Where’s Sera?”

“We’re in Velaris.” Cassian replied and at your blank stare, he added: “The City of Starlight. A hidden city in the Night Court. You and Sera will be safe here. Only the citizens and the High Lord’s closest friends know about this place.”

“And Se–”

“She’s with Azriel.”

You shifted forward and Cassian dropped his hands from your face to place them on your shoulder, carefully avoiding the area around your injured one to keep you from moving. Although Madja had taken care of you, the arrows the Illyrians from Ironcrest had used were laced with poison and while you were stable, it would take longer than expected for the puncture wounds on your shoulder and thigh to properly heal.

“It’s okay, she’s alright.” Cassian reassured you. “You were out a whole day from your injuries. She wouldn’t leave your side at all. I was able to convince her to go eat breakfast but she would only go if I stayed by your side. She didn’t want you to wake up alone. Azriel offered to take her down for breakfast. She’s perfectly safe with him.”

You met his eyes again. “It’s not Azriel I’m worried about.”

Cassian shrugged his shoulders, waving off your concern. “Nothing he can’t handle, I’m sure.”

You sent him a look and then the two of you were bursting into laughter.

You missed being with him. The first night you met, things had been so simple and easy flowing between you two. It was a stark contrast to the complexity that had since seeped into your relationship. A complexity you blame yourself for. You thought you were doing what was best but instead, you felt like you had ruined everything.

As the laughter subsided, a wave of remorse swept over you, turning the light moment heavy. Tears welled up and you gave in to them, not holding back. You were finally releasing all the emotional turmoil that had been building within that started with the loss of your mother.

Cassian responded instinctively. His strong arms enveloped you, offering a comforting refuge from the storm of emotions that raged within. This time, you let him. You buried your head into his chest, flooding your senses with his scent that soothed you and he nestled his in the crook of your neck. He held you close. So, so close. He could sense you were breaking within and wanted nothing more than to keep you whole. To wrap you in the safety of his arms until the storm within you subsided.

“Kallon,” you began as you pulled away just enough to speak. “He found out about your visits–he found out about what I was doing. Then, he found Aerik and they both came into the tavern one night. He threatened to hurt you, hurt Seraphine, and then me if you came over again…–”your voice broke as you sharply inhaled and the tears were coming down again. “--He said he’d save me for last so I could watch.”

“I’m so sorry for lying to you. I should’ve told you. But I–I couldn’t.I asked you to leave. Not because I wanted to but because I was scared and I didn’t want you or Sera to get hurt. And then Aerik came home after he saw you. He wanted to take Sera away from me. He wanted to–he–he was–oh gods. I–I killed–”

“It’s okay,” his voice was a soft murmur, not needing to hear more. He saw the bruises littering your neck earlier. He steadied his breath, resting his head on top of yours. “You’re safe now.”

“I’m sorry.” You cried against Cassian’s chest, tears flowing freely and staining the fabric of his shirt. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” he told you, his voice soothing amidst the discord of your emotions.

“I pushed you away. I hurt you.”

“You were only trying to protect your sister. I understand.” Cassian reassured you. It tore him apart to see you like this and it destroyed him even more that he had unintentionally played a role in it. If he had just stayed, if he had refused to leave, Aerik wouldn’t have been able to lay his hands on you. Those Illyrian males wouldn’t have been able to harm you.

“I don’t deserve your kindness. Your hospitality.” You said as your regret continued to pour out. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Nonsense.” Cassian was quick to respond, his arms holding you tighter as if trying to shield you from your own self-doubt. You could hear his steady heartbeat, a rhythmic reassurance, yearning to steady the erratic cadence of your own. “You deserve everything and so much more.”

As the tears subsided, Cassian tilted your chin upward, meeting your gaze with a tender intensity. “I meant what I said,” he whispered softly. “I loved you then and I love you now. I will always love you.”

“If there’s even the slightest chance that you feel the same, I’ll wait for you. I’ve waited seven years to have you by my side. I’ll wait seven more or however long it takes. And if you can’t open your heart to me, that’s okay too. I’ll be your friend. But please,” he said, his voice a soft plea as his eyes fluttered shut. “Please don’t push me away. I'd rather be your friend than nothing at all because I don’t want to let you go. I can’t let you go.”

Your eyes still glistened with traces of your emotion and he wiped them away, his nose brushing against yours.

“I don’t want to let you go either.”

Silence fell as the two of you looked at each other, locked in a gaze overwhelmed with yearning and longing. You were willing to let him in again. There was hope. A soft, shared breath of anticipation passed through you both. And then Cassian was bridging the small distance between you.

He cupped your face as he kissed you, his lips moving against yours with a gentle urgency. He moved to deepen the kiss. A delicate balance of passion and restraint. His chest pressed against yours and you could feel his heartbeat. It was quicker now and as it met yours, you surrendered to it, your heartbeat matching his in a timeless rhythm.

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showers

mason mount x fem!reader

warning: smut, disgustingly sweet fluff

summary: showering with Mason and doing skincare with him but he can't control himself so reader has to give him a handjob 🫣

a/n: what I would give to experience this. I was actually in two minds about including the smut in this just because it was so romantic and sweet but I decided to keep it in because it's only a little bit smutty 😉

Masterlist

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Mason was absolutely drained, there was no arguing that fact. He'd been working his arse off in training and you knew it was starting to become overwhelming for him. You were desperate to help him release some of the tension in anyway you could, but from being with Mason for so long you learnt that just your presence was enough to do that.

You sat on the sofa patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come home from training, wanting to smother him in your love and affection. You heard his car park on the drive before he opened the front door, and when you checked the time you realised he was home earlier than normal. "I'm home love" He said, smiling widely when he saw you. You walked over to him as he engulfed you in his arms. "You're back earlier than normal. Everything okay?" You nuzzled your head more into his chest as he rested his chin on top of it. "Yeah, I just wanted to come home to you. Skipped the shower and everything." You pulled your head away and held his face in your hands. "I can tell. Think you need to go and get in that shower right now." You pretended to pull a face of disgust that made Mason burst out laughing, a sound you hadn't properly heard in too long. "Oi watch it you." He pinched your bum lightly before turning on his heels towards the stairs. He reached out to grab your hand "come on then."

You smiled and took his hand as you both made your way to the bathroom. Showing together wasn't uncommon, physical touch was one of yours and Mason's main love languages, so the chance to share such intimate moments with each other was something that you both valued. Mason turned on the shower, making sure that it was hot, too hot for him but he knew that's how you liked them. You helped to undress each other, flashing grins everytime you both made eye contact. There was nothing sexual about it, instead a mutual need to be close to each other.

Once the shower was warm enough Mason held your hand and guided you both into the shower. Times like this made you eternally grateful at the size of his house, resulting in him having a large enough shower for you both to fit in comfortably. You both stood under the water, letting the steam consume you both as Mason had you wrapped in his arms. He pressed a few gentle kisses on top of your now wet hair before releasing his grip and grabbing your shampoo. "You don't have to do that Mase" you said softly as you watched him lather it up in his hands as he shook his head, "I want to." You smiled and closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his waist as he gently worked his hands through your hair. Once he was sure it was washed he tilted your head up by lifting your chin with his finger so he could rinse it out with water. Once he'd done than he applied conditioner in his hands and ran it through your hair before pulling away, knowing that you usually let your conditioner sit in your hair for a few minutes.

While you waited you grabbed Mason's shampoo, mirroring his actions as you leaned up on your tiptoes. Realising your discomfort he leaned his head down, moving his hands to cup your boobs and massage them lightly. "I'm so happy you don't use a 3-in-1 anymore. Can't believe you used to live like that before I met you." Mason chuckled into your shoulder. "You've converted me." "Mhm, still need to work on your skincare routine though. Head up please." You rinsed the shampoo out of his hair before putting conditioner in his, another thing you'd made him add to his routine. "What? I wash my face and moisturise. Just cause I don't use a million different products like you." He rolled his eyes but you caught the amusement in his voice. You pulled his hair gently as to not hurt him "watch it mount.". You pecked him on the lips as you washed the conditioner out, him doing the same to you.

You turned around, bending slightly to choose a shower gel and unintentionally turning Mason on. "Right, you can choose the smell. Vanilla or lavender? I think you should choose the lavender because it will help you relax." "Yeah right, you just wanna use that because it's your favourite." You turned around with the shower gel, faking a look of hurt "I would never." You noticed his semi but decided to leave him alone instead of doing your normal teasing.

You grabbed a loofah and gently began to wash down Mason's body, his eyes falling shut as he let out small hums of appreciation. "Turn around so I can wash your back darling." Mason turned without a word, before turning back once you told him you were done. You moved the loofah down both his arms before going down his chest and stomach.

You couldn't help but notice his dick pressing against your thigh. His eyes were still closed so you moved back slightly to spit on your hand before taking him in it. He let out a breathy moan and rested his head in the crook of your neck. You moved your hand up and down slowly. Not slowly enough to tease him but at the same time the right pace to help relax him. Your other hand stroked the back of his neck with your nails. Mason let out small whimpers, normally when he was tired he became more submissive and that was something you loved more than you would ever admit to him. His hands had found their way to your waist as they gripped it softly, his breath warn on your neck and it was growing heavier and faster by the second. You felt him twich in your hand and you knew he was close, so you pressed a light kiss to the side of his head "Are you close love" He simply nodded and he bucked his hips forward a few times before finishing over your hand and thigh, whimpering as he did. He stayed in that position for a bit, pressing open mouthed kisses of gratitude on your neck as you ran your nails up and down his back. After he'd caught his breath he pulled his head back to look at you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Thank you. Didn't realise how much I needed that." He let out a breathy laugh before pressing his lips to yours. In that moment you felt as though nothing else mattered. Mason was your entire world and he was yours.

"Let me clean you up then we can get settled in bed, it's too hot in here I'm going abit dizzy" He grabbed the loofah and ran it over your body and you found the fact that he was paying extra attention to your boobs was amusing to you. "You sure you're not dizzy because your girlfriend is absolutely legendary with her hands?" You teased and you raised your eyebrows at him. "I can't argue with that darling."

Once he'd finished he turned off the shower, wrapping you up in a towel and handing you one for your hair as he tied a towel over his waist. You both dried each other off, exchanging kisses in the middle. Mason handed you some underwear and one of his hoodies to wear as he pulled on some fresh boxers.

"babe, can we do one of your face masks tonight?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he was embarrassed to ask and his face was decorated with a light blush. "Course we can, let me just brush my hair and we can. Go wash your face n wait for me in the bathroom love." You flashed him a side smile that made his heart flip. It amazed him just how much he loved you, he would do absolutely anything for you and knowing you'd do the same made him happier than he could ever describe.

Mason made his way back into the bathroom, carefully following your instructions. Despite this now practically becoming a weekly ritual for Mason to join you on your skincare nights, he still got shy asking about it.

He smiled from ear to ear when you appeared behind him, quickly washing your face before you both made the hard decision to choose which face mask you were going to use. "Which one do you want? I chose the shower gel so you can choose the face mask." Mason pretended to think hard, but he always chose the same one every week, a cucumber face mask that he was especially fond of because it 'smells and feels nice'. You grabbed two matching headbands before you grabbed the face mask. "Close your eyes for me Mase" He said as you said as you carefully applied the mask. "'S cold" Mason couldn't help but partially open his eyes to be greeted with a sight he thought was downright adorable. You biting your lip as you were extremely focused on the task at hand. "Mase close your eyessss" you whined, tickling his side with your free hand. You finished applying the mask before putting it on yourself.

Mason stared at you intently, he felt like his heart was going to explode. "Stop staring" you whispered, staring to feel abit embarrassed. "Sorry. You're just so beautiful. Can't believe you're my girlfriend." You felt a blush creeping up on your cheeks. In your opinion this wasn't your best look, wet hair that made you look like a drowned rat in your eyes, an old oversized t-shirt of Mason's and your face covered in a green face mask but to Mason it wasn't about your physical appearance (despite him thinking that your face and body was the most beautiful thing he'd ever had the privilege to lay his eyes on) but your personality. You were the most generous, loving, selfless, caring woman he'd ever met in his entire life and he thanked whoever graced his life with your presence everytime he looked at you.

He was pulled out of his trance when the timer went off, signalling that you needed to wash the masks off. You grabbed a damp cloth and gently wiped it all away before applying moisturiser to Mason's face, pressing a light kiss to his lips before he did the same to you. "Thank you" you shot him a confused look, not really sure what he was thanking you for. "For everything tonight. The shower and this. This little routine had become one of my favourite ways to spend time with you. I love you so much." He pulled you into a hug and he kissed your temple "I love you too Mase, so so much." You leaned in and shared what felt like the most loving kiss you'd ever shared with him. "Bit weird that you didn't mention our shower antics in that speech." You teased. "Well I'd like to think that went without saying." He smiled before being interrupted by a loud yawn. "Come on, let's get to bed darling." But he shook his head lightly "I wanna thank you properly for everything."He pouted, clearly unimpressed. "Mase, you can tomorrow, you're exhausted and you need rest. Just cuddling with you tonight is enough, I promise." He simply grinned before taking your hand in his and guiding you both to bed. He pulled the covers up as you both climbed under them. "Can you cuddle me tonight?" He asked sheepishly, and you grinned ear to ear. "Course I can." You gently patted your chest "come here baby." Mason placed his head on your chest, one hand on your waist and the other travelling up your shirt to cup your boob. You wrapped one arm around his back and your other went to his head and massaged his scalp gently. "I love you so much baby. Goodnight" "I love you too Mase, forever"

#footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football one shot #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x you #mason mount

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torukmaktoskxawng · 3 months

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Hi I love your work! Would you have any sfw + nsfw relationship headcanons for So’lek x fem Sarentu Na’vi? I’m playing AFoP right now and I’m looking for crumbs in every in-game interaction lol

Pairing: So'lek/Fem!Sarentu!Reader

Taglist: @mooniequeen @avatar-lover @neteyamsyawntu

Warnings: nsfw (will be under the cut), minors dni

A/n: Using my favorite picture I ever took while playing AFoP 💕 Imagine that's how he looked when you walked into the room.

Also, my first headcanon request! Yay!

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Sfw:

This man trusts you with his life and therefore trusts you are safe and loyal to him, no matter how far or how long you two are apart. (Doesn't mean he trusts Eetu to keep his overconfident hands to himself)

You're constantly traveling and never in one place for long, and while he used to be the same way, he finds himself staying in a chosen few places for long periods of time so that you can easily find him.

While he isn't much for PDA, he's still Na'vi, and he is going to grab your tail, both publicly and privately.

After losing his own clan, he understands exactly what you need to finally and properly mourn the loss of the Sarentu. He gives you what he wished he could've accepted from others after the loss of his people.

Doesn't like it when people tease him about your love. He takes your relationship very seriously and doesn't see the teasing as lighthearted. Priya learns quickly that he's more broody if your relationship comes up in the conversation.

And it's not like he's ashamed of your relationship. He's very proud of it, thank you very much. Even though he isn't into PDA, he still properly courts you in Na'vi tradition like you deserve. He wants you to experience Na'vi traditions since you never had them growing up.

He forces himself to appreciate the Sky People's communication devices because they ease his worries when he's able to talk to you from long distances. Yes, he trusts you to be safe, but he can't trust the rest of Pandora to do the same.

Takes his role as Big Brother to the rest of the Sarentu (Ri'nela, Nor, and Teylan) very seriously since you clearly trust him to guide your family when you're traveling and away from home.

Nsfw (minors dni):

I've said it once, and I'll say it again, this man has ZERO shame when he's eating you out. He's hungry, and he's messy. He's not gonna care how loud or disgusting it sounds.

I wouldn't be surprised if he spent a whole night with his mouth between your legs. I doubt this man has had any action during his life of solitude and path of revenge, so he's going to make up for lost time. If he's craving your taste, you better let him ravage you.

He's one of those lovers who refuses to pleasure himself unless it's to pleasure you, your care and well-being first and foremost in his mind. He doesn't care if it physically hurts not being able to cum, he's going to make sure you cum first. Please please PLEASE give him just as much attention because he deserves it. 🙏

When you two finally mate and form tsaheylu, he's supporting your weight as he takes you up against the nearest tree, being as gentle as physically possibly even with your gummy walls hugging his cock so deliciously. It takes a lot of his strength and willpower not to rail you right away. Since you're bonding for the first time, he wants it to be prolonged and intense. He wants to take his time.

Another reason why he sometimes refuses to cum is because believe it not, he doesn't have a breeding kink. At least not yet. He's not oblivious of the world around you, and even in his frenzied need to have every part of you, he remembers the war and how it's no place to start a family, no matter how much the both of you might want it.

He refuses to budge on the matter, and you need to respect that boundary. So you try other ways to get him to cum. Having him fuck you between the thighs was the best idea since the human invention of sliced bread. He. Loves. It. You have to hold onto his tail because it's always thrashing wildly behind him as he grinds his leaking cock into the tight space where you clench your thighs.

This man has been so deprived that when he cums, he cums a lot. A LOT. It's a shame none if that goes inside you 🫣 what a shame.

Growls. Enough said.

Actually, no, not enough said. Growls between your legs and the vibration puts toys to shame.

Mating bites 🫦 but they're mostly hidden between your thighs, under your loincloth. You definitely feel them as you walk around, and that is one of the little things in life between you and him that gets So'lek to smile.

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I will happily write more about this!

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kinq-sleazee · 1 year

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MDNI| toxic relationship, accidentally hurt by his quirk, gaslighting, manipulating, suggestive content , a need for therapy :(

shigaraki cries when you threaten to leave. no, not earth shattering sobs but silent tears that spill from the ducts as he watches you pack. you’re turned away because you can’t bear to look at him. “i knew you would leave me… just like everyone else”. his voice is hoarse and raspy, a dejected tone that claws at your soul. you pause your actions, clutching at the handles of the suitcase to take a deep breath. he approaches tentatively, like a lion studying a lamb. “i can’t keep doing this, Tomura” he winces, disgusted by the bitter sound of his given name from your lips. “how many times do i have to say m’sorry, angel”? the man reaches for your bruised and bandaged arm—evidence of his temper. “didn’t wanna hurt you, baby. just wanted you to listen, you know i hate it when people don’t listen to me”. you snatch away, tears threatening to fall. “people ?” you hiss, “I’m your girlfriend , tomura. you don’t get to treat me like your minions!” he goes silent. you still haven’t looked at him. and chest heaving with fists clenched. and even with the vortex of emotion he can only focus on one thing. “you’re so beautiful when you cry”. it’s dry and mirthless, your laugh. “god—you’re sick”. he shrugs, “you’ve known that from the beginning”. he’s right about that , at least. you’re still not looking at him and he needs that to change. he knows if you’ll just meet his eyes then it’ll be fine ! “it’s not my fault that i’m like this. i was beaten, bruised and abandoned. being discarded is why i am the way i am” he sniffs, “i just hoped that you…” he trails off, knowing that your kind heart wanted nothing more than to comfort him. he can see it in the way your hands flex. “don’t you love me anymore, angel ?” your body stiffens. he has you now, and he knows it. hook, line and sinker. of course you meet his gaze, eyes brimming with tears. so full of love and utter devotion. it’s foolish really. you’re too good for this world. too good for him. he knows it too but he is a deteriorating corpse in a vast desert and you are a tropical oasis. you are his salvation. he needs you. and you love him. crimson renders you motionless, with him walking you backwards against the wall. “baby, my angel” it’s whispered against your skin. his head tucked in the crook of your neck to graze the sensitive flesh there with his teeth. “i need you, angel. don’t you know that ?” his tongue trails upwards, a glistening path up your face to capture the salty tears that linger. roughly, he palms your breast and gropes your ass. small pecks across your cheeks until his lips meet your own. you try to resist, really you do, but his teeth break the skin making you gasp and he bullies his way against your tongue. the kiss is raw and passionate and bloody and you feel yourself drowning once again. “you are mines, angel. i’d kill us both, before i ever let you leave me”. it’s not a threat, it’s a promise between lovers , whispered sweetly as he falls to his knees, pulling your tights down with him. a kiss is pressed to your mound, followed by the rough pad of his thumb. your knees buckle, but he holds you steady. “don’t worry, baby, i’ve got you. i’m never letting go”. you made shigaraki cry when you threatened to leave, but he made you cry and beg to cum.

#tomura shigiraki x reader #mha tomura #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura #shiggy #shigaraki drabble #shigaraki fanfiction #shigaraki smut #shigaraki angst #tenko shimura #mha smut #mha angst #mha villains #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x black!reader

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airybcbyy · 10 months

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Oh please, can I request the first time s/o rubs her nose against tecchou’s nose?

You don’t have an idea how I love tecchou’s fluff, like, everyone agrees he’s the most affectionate guy😭how I love my baby

AAHFSHSHSVSV I LOVE TECCHOU SM THIS IS SO CUTE. i had a pretty bad mental health week recently so i’m sorry for not finishing this earlier!!

nose to nose–

tecchou suehiro x gn! reader

a/n – this ask was too cute and i actually sobbed bc i love tecchou more than words can describe 🫶🏼

content – tecchou fluff, fem! reader, really just cute relationship type stuff, tecchou calls reader ‘sweetheart’ and ‘ my love ’ ,added backstory for absolutely no reason,i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis – cute lil nose bumps with tecchou :)

when tecchou had first met you, he didn’t understand why his stomach felt so queasy. was it the soy sauce he’d put in his coffee? no. it couldn’t be that– he’d drank it many times before, so what was different about today?

you–a new addition to the hunting dogs– you were the only new thing about today. his daily rituals of working out during meetings, going on his own little adventures after getting a mission done a little too quickly; all of that would now be thrown off balance because you were here.

this feeling in his stomach would go away sooner or later

or– that’s what he’d thought.

even then; two months after you’d arrived into their little group of strangely strong super freaks, the weird queasiness never subsided within tecchous stomach.

the way you smiled at jouno made his stomach churn in a way that could only be described as anger, but why would he get upset over two of his coworkers just chatting? he wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, so he went to the one member of the hunting dogs who hadn’t been so wrapped up in their space; tachihara.

tecchou went up to the fake ginger and asked him simply about why his stomach burned every time you were around him, yet it also burned with anger when you talked to anyone that wasn’t him.

“i dunno man, sounds like you like her to me-”the other male shrugged. which led to tecchou realizing that he did, in fact, like you.

and that’s what led to now, three months after tecchou had so bravely walked up to you the same day he’d found out that he actually liked you and asked you for “the honor of being his girlfriend” and who were you to tell the (arguably) cutest hunting dog no?

the two of you were sat on your couch, watching another stupid movie that tecchou had picked out. he refused to watch any high tense hostage or action movies; insisting that he “hated people getting tortured for no reason”

you’d been staring at your boyfriend for the past two minutes, trying to telepathically tell him that you absolutely did not want to watch this movie anymore, but he obviously couldn’t get your wavelengths.

the male kept shoving his face full of his buttered popcorn mixed with mustard– something that had his breath smelling disgusting and you avoiding every kiss he’d tried giving you.

“ ‘hiroooo ” you whined out towards your boyfriend, which made him finally turn his attention towards you, popcorn crumbs and mustard stained over his mouth and somehow even on his nose. you could never understand how your boyfriend got so messy while eating; it was a true mystery.

“ yes, my love? ” he’d chirped out, titling his hair so his fluffy hair that you could play with for hours upon hours. “can we change it? this is so boring!”you sighed, leaning closer to him, trying to take the remote that was placed on his lap.

“but i like this–”the males words stopped short when you got closer to him. try as he might, tecchou suehiro was the type of man to basically malfunction whenever you got closer to him. his hands found their way to your waist, moving the remote off his lap, causing you to let out a groan. you were so close and of course your puppy of a boyfriend couldn’t realize what you were doing!

the male moved you onto his lap with a ease, looking up at you as you stared down at him,“ you’re so pretty, y/n.”he leaned up, going to kiss you. and even though you loved your boyfriend, you weren’t going to kiss his popcorn and mustard filled mouth.

you slightly turned, shaking your head before putting your forehead on his, rubbing your nose against his. and let me tell you, tecchou was gobsmacked.

he looked up at you with a small frown, still staying close to you,“my love, do you not want to kiss me?” he asked as you let out a laugh. “you’re breath stinks, ‘hiro. ”

tecchou was never the type to complain, so he’d take the smallest of nose rubs from you, even if it confused him for the first six seconds it had happened.

“ if i go brush my teeth, can i kiss you?” he asked softly

you never did end up getting that remote.

the ending kinda sucked, i’m sorry! but i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated, thank you!!

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darkwaveho · 1 year

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Pairings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A phone call leads Wanda to saying something she instantly regrets.

Warnings: 18+ Cursing, drug use/ drug mention/ angst, fluff, hurt comfort, brief smut

A/n: This has been in my drafts for so long I had to get rid of it, so enjoy the lil stoner baby and her inability to deal with emotions correctly.🙂😂

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You let yourself into Wanda's apartment, you love the fact that Wanda was so eager to gift you with your own key. You walk past the threshold expecting to find your girlfriend on the couch watching tv, smoking or running that creative brain of hers rapid. When you close the door, it was anything but the usual routine playing out in front of you as you watch your girlfriend pace back and forth on the phone with her voice raised and irritation clearly plastered on her face. Natasha catches your confused state as she nears you from the kitchen.

"Hey, Y/n." she gives you a small smile but there was a clear sense of new softness in her voice. "Nat, what's going on? Who's on the phone?" She glances at Wanda in the same moment went Wanda's frustrations reach their limits. "Yeah? well I don't need you! I don't need you for anything, I haven't for a whole year now!" Wanda was ready for more retaliation, but it never came the sounds of a disconnected call line flowed through her ear before she carelessly throws her phone and storms into her room shutting the door before you could attempt to console her. Natasha softly grabs your arm before you make a few steps towards your girlfriend's door, you don't know what's going on, but she's clearly upset, and you want to be there for her.

"I think you should give her a minute to cool off." You study her for a moment, she's not surprised by what just occurred. As if she could read your mind, she answers your question. "It's nothing new, but it has been a while since she's argued with her dad." Yes, her dad was a piece of shit in your opinion. The way he just cut her off financially just because she wouldn't let him hold some form of control over her was a disgusting move. You honestly couldn't wait to visit Wanda's parents on break, you're going to make sure you give him a piece of your mind. wherever Wanda lacks in the argument you'll be sure to pick up the weight and stand up for your girlfriend.

"Fuck, that makes a lot of sense now." Natasha sighs and tucks her hairs behind her ear. "Yeah, just give her a little space, this one was more intense than I've ever seen before." She rubs your shoulder and doesn't leave until you nod in agreement with her. Once Natasha leaves you can't help but to contemplate on knocking on Wanda's door. Your thoughts of doing the action go away when Wanda walks out of room fast on her heels searching for something, she barely greets you. In fact, she doesn't greet you at all, too enraged and focused on whatever was in the living room.

You follow after her cautiously, as you watch from the small distance and once you see what she was searching for you make your presence known more clearly. You sit on the couch beside her reaching around her and turning her face in your direction. You press your lips onto her which she oddly enough doesn't put much effort into like you hoped. When the small actions of kisses or lack thereof is done, she turns away from you and continues rolling her blunt with determination and much more effort than she did during the kiss.

You have a quick battle internally on if you should stop her and tell her to talk about what happened or just leave her alone all together, but you couldn't just let her keep those emotions bottled up inside of her. “Hey, baby, maybe you should chill on the blunt for a second.” you proceeded with caution, but it still didn't do any good with how fast she responded to you with animosity.

“I just got a lecture from him I don’t need one from you too…not right now.” Her voice and her hands shake from frustration. Frustration for briefly talking about a detail that happened on the phone and frustration for not having a steady hand right now while she was trying to roll and smoke her problems away.

“I was just saying- "

“Can you please just get off my damn back? You're smothering me!” She frantically expresses her frustration as she rubs her hands harshly against her face and storms into her room slamming the door in the process. You stand there in shock for a moment. You can’t believe what just happened and how quick things went left. To be fair Natasha did warn you about Wanda’s mood beforehand but that’s never stopped you from deescalating a situation. Especially since it was you asking her to lay off the weed for just a moment, she’s never really blown up at you before over something that seems so minuscule.

You won't stay where you're not wanted, you pick up your bag and place your key on the counter before leaving out of the door. Wanda finally calms down and realizes she went overboard and blew up at you instead of communicating to you in a healthy way. She feels bad, no she feels like shit. She felt worse when she opened her bedroom door to find her apartment empty. She thought for sure you were still here just on the couch or in the kitchen until she got herself together. hell, half of her thought you would've stormed into her bedroom and set her straight for speaking to you like that. "Shit." She releases a shuddered breath before running to the window, she wants to see if you're still within walking distance to catch up to you. So, she waits, so waits for you to come back to the apartment. You've been sleeping here for some time now and only going back to your dorm during RA room inspections. When waiting for you to return home to her fails, she immediately goes for her phone that now has a cracked screen from her previous outburst of frustration. Every call and text went unanswered and ignored before you finally put your phone on do not disturb.

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You go the rest of the day successfully avoiding Wanda, but you knew soon or later she'd find you with the hype about the football game, she knew you'd be there and sure enough as she arrived, she spotted you immediately on the bleachers sitting next to Darcy and Monica. She walks quickly along the side of the football field, her only focus is getting to you and fixing this misunderstanding. You were too engaged on the game happening in front of you to even see Wanda approach you, but Monica lightly taps your elbow and whisper near your ear. "Here comes Wanda." She leans back with a soft smile as you take a quick glance out the corner of your eye. Sure, enough you could spot your girlfriend a mile away, but you still don't acknowledge her as she sits down on the bench next to Darcy, she wants to push her out of the way to sit insanely closer to you.

"Hey, Wanda." Darcy smiles as Wanda greets her with a head nod and very brief eye contact before her eyes were on you again. Monica pops her head forward to greet Wanda as well and she's met with the same response. She didn't have anything against them she considered them as friends but right now you and the status of this relationship mattered more. "I've been calling and texting your phone princess." She has to lean forward so she's not speaking directly into Darcy's ear while Darcy has to pretend, she's not listening to the conversation. Its awkward speaking to you this way.

"Lewis, can you move?" Wanda was done being nice she needed to talk to you and apologize. Wanda doesn't want this to fester into something much bigger she's learned from her mistake the first time and she'd rather not experience that pain again. Darcy wasn't going to protest to that, but she wouldn't be moving away too far because she's just unapologetically nosy. Just as Darcy was about to stand up and sit somewhere else you harshly pull her back down to sit on the metal bench causing a few curious looks from Darcy's loud display of shock and pain. "Ouch, what the hell!" She holds her bottom soothing the stinging pain.

"I didn't tell you to move Darcy, I don't want to talk to her right now." You plead with Darcy to stand her ground and be a good friend to you. She sees that you're serious and obviously there was some tension between you and Wanda. She turns toward an annoyed Wanda and says she's not moving. Wanda tilts her head to the side slightly and narrows her eyes down on Darcy and that was enough to get her off the bench. Darcy sits on the other side next to Monica, who was being respectfully about the clear tension with you and Wanda. Wanda eagerly slides next to you sniffling in the process. You made note of her red nose and rosy cheeks. She only had on a thin zip-up hoodie as chilly as it was outside and she didn't have a hat on either, you don't make a remark about it like you normally would. It takes a moment for Wanda to speak up, how should she start the conversation off? It's easy to sit in mutual silence as the crowd cheers and boos around you both. She musters up the confidence to start the conversation with her taking accountability for her actions.

"I'm sorry." You keep your eyes on the field not giving her any form of eye contact while she's so close to you. You're still mad at her. The silence from you only made her more anxious she nervously fumbled with her jacket pocket and pulled out your key to her apartment. "You left this on the counter." She brings it your eye view not waiting to see if you'd grace her with your beautiful eyes again. You hum in acknowledgement and turn away from her completely. "I know." Now she was really worried, she thought you left it in the heat of the moment not on purpose. "W-what why would you leave it intentionally?" She has to raise her voice in volume as the crowd cheers again, this was probably not a good place to fix an argument. Wanda drops her hand and tightens her grip on the cold metal, it would surely make marks into her skin when she checks her hand later.

"I didn't think it was best for me to stay where I wasn't wanted, besides I'm just giving you what you asked for, I wouldn't want to smother you anymore than I have, right?" Instantly Wanda regrets what she said to you, it didn't come out the way she wanted it to, what she meant was that she wanted space to deal with her emotions on her own rather than being coddled and comforted, she wasn't used to it so it's only normal that she reacted that way, but she still won't excuse herself for it.

"Hey, I want you there. I always want you there hence why even made you a key in the first place." She swallows the tension in her throat and slides closer to you on the bleacher. "I didn't mean that Princess, smother me all you want. Preferably I'd want you to smother me with your thighs." She attempts at making light of the situation. It doesn't work. Especially not a horny joke right now. Her playful smile drops within an instant when she doesn't hear a giggle, or she doesn't see a lopsided smile on your face. Without word you stand up from the bleacher and walk past a tight crowd, Wanda hurries after you she catches up to you in the process and when you don't stop after her calling your name a few times she runs after you and the only thing you feel is her hands and your body being lifted up. "Put me down Wanda." She nears the side of the bleachers away from the crowd with you still in her arms.

"No, I'm sorry, I was just trying to lighten the mood I'm not trying to make you upset." You wiggle in her grasp and release a disapproving scoff. "Too late for that." She releases you slowly and until your feet are back on the ground and you press your back into the hard surface of the bleachers. "About what I said earlier, I didn't mean it like that." She pokes her lip out and fidgets with her rings silently waiting for you to say something as she gathers her thoughts. "I was just upset, and I took it out on you when you were just trying to help."

"Wan-" She cuts you off before you have the chance to say anything. "Don't breakup with me, please." She steps closer to you but still gives you enough space to not feel crowded. "You really think I would breakup with you because of this? Seriously?" Wanda's mouth hangs open. "I don't know, this is all still new to me, and you left your key and....I just don't want to stop being your girlfriend." The longer you stare at her the more you know you won't be able to stay mad at her any longer. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" She has a small grin starting to creep out and you know you're a goner. "All adorable and doe eyed." Wanda gasps with fake annoyance. "I'm not adorable!" You chuckle for the first time today and it puts her at ease. "Yes, you are." Wanda doesn't fight back she only moves closer and buries her face in your neck. "So, since I'm so adorable, you forgive me then?"

"Well, I probably should've just let you cool off on your own, I just wanted to comfort you. So yes, I forgive you." Wanda surges forward to attach her lips to yours the kiss is rushed and sloppy, you love the desperation of it after being on the receiving end of the lack luster kiss earlier. Before things get too heated you gently pull away from her as she groans in disappointment. "Do you want to tell me what happened? it's okay if you're not ready to talk about it yet but I just wanted to ask." You bite your lip waiting anxiously for an answer and hoping you didn't push too hard again for another blow up.

There is a sense of hesitation in her eyes, and you were about to tell her it was okay, but she surprises you with actually opening up and being willingly to communicate with you. "The phone call was going surprisingly well a little too well I should've known he'd still be nagging me about the same thing, but the conversation took a turn. I finally thought we were in a good place so I told him about me entering the art showcase and how I would love it if he came to support. I wasn't even expecting him to praise me for my art or anything but just for him to be present during this big accomplishment." You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her into your arms, but you still remain silent only offering her comfort until she's done releasing all of these feelings and emotions.

"I just wanted him to come to my first big show. He didn't even want to come to my show, Y/n." "Is that asking for too much? even after he said he couldn't support me financially I found a way to secure myself on my own and it's still not enough. I'm not enough all he cares about is Pietro and his future track career." She releases a frustrated breath of air as tears well up in her eyes. "I love Pietro and I would never wish harm on him, but Sometimes I just wonder what would happen if he got injured and couldn't run track anymore. Would my father still treat him better than me or would he make Pietro fend for himself now that he can't do something they mutually liked."

"Hey, no, no its not asking too much, Wanda. in fact, is the bare minimum he should want to support you no matter what, and I'm sorry for saying it out loud but your father is a piece of shit. He's going to look stupid in the future when you're so successful doing something he tried so hard to keep you from pursuing." You take a brief pause, bringing your fingers up to her face and swiping away the fallen tears. "And when that day comes, I'll be there to remind him that he had no part in your success at all and that you did it all on your own, without his help and without his money." She studies your face; she needs a moment to actually believe in what you're saying to her right now. Her blank expression is soon transformed into a growing smile as she leans her forehead on yours. "I love you."

"I love you too." You snuggle your nose against hers softly as you pull her in for a kiss. Once again, the kiss picks up in momentum and her hands move on their own traveling down to the zipper of your jeans. "Do you." She cuts you off by the intrusion of her tongue. "Want to." she cuts you off again sucking on your tongue. "Go to the car?" She bites your lip and chuckles sinisterly as she leans back but not giving you too much space. "Nuh un." Was all she said before she's back on her mission into your pants. You shriek from the first contact of her ice-cold fingertips. "Your fingers are fucking freezing."

"That's why I'm trying to warm them up, princess." Her fingers move in slow languid motions, she's completely focused on you from the small breaths you take to the utter self-control you have to use in order to not be so loud, even though you doubt you could be louder than the rowdy and emotional people in the bleachers. Every time she spoke words of simple matter you couldn't ignore the sultry and hunger in her voice, as her warm breath fans over your ear you feel yourself nearing closer and closer to your climax.

"I'm sorry for being an asshole."

"You look so hot when you're mad at me."

"I wish everyone on that field could hear how hot you sound. I wish everyone could hear how good I make you feel." That did it, that had you eager to please her, eager to make her good.

She's distracted and entranced by you and how she's making you feel she doesn't feel your prying hands on her jeans, and she gasps in surprise when your cold fingers slither their way into her warm and wet cunt. "Fuck." She whispers softly, you focus on leaving your marks on her neck, she still continues fucking you with her talented fingers. you're both panting and clinging to each other against the cold metal surface. The cold weather no longer being an issue when your bodies are radiating so much heat and ecstasy. You never thought you'd end the night like this, bucking into each other's hands at the football game not even having the decency to go to the car. You didn't care though; you find yourself not caring a lot about consequences when it comes to public sex since you've been with Wanda.

"Fuck, add another finger, baby." You add another finger, and she picks up in speed and whines against your lips. She's been working you up longer than you have been doing to her. "You're my girlfriend, say it." her breathing grows shallower and quicker paced, she's close. "I'm your girlfriend." You smirk as you thrust your hand harder you didn't even bother tugging her jeans down further for better access. She has you repeat the words over and over until she gets the reassurance she was looking for. "Are you gonna cum with me?" Wanda just nods her head not bothering to say any verbal words, you think it's cute when you have her lost for words and too fucked out to speak. "Yeah?"

"Uh hun." Her face is flushed, and her skin is hot and sweaty.

"You know you make me feel so good." You lean your head to whisper in her ear adding a playful bite to her earlobe for extra effect. She releases a loud moan so loud you're certain someone heard it since the crowd has quieted down. The moment you slip your free hand under her hoodie and twist her nipple while you simultaneously hook your finger in the right spot, you know she's cumming with you. The way both of you clench around each other's fingers at the same time.

The sight of pleasure plastered on each other's faces at the same time, and the feeling of your warm juices leaking down one another's fingertips at the same time. Both of you having the same thought of sucking the juices off each other's fingers but Wanda takes her hand away before you can put them in your mouth and sucks on them mockingly in your face.

"Now that's just being greedy." You fold one arm across your chest. She releases both fingers with a pop sound and grins at you as the saliva glistens on her face. "Hm, I'm sorry Princessa, here you can have a taste." She pulls you forward and shoves her tongue in your mouth making sure that no spot within your mouth was left untouched and unclaimed. You both share a few soft kisses before pulling apart. Wanda apologies once more for her actions earlier. "Stop, it's okay. I was upset but I wasn't going to end things because of an argument Wands, we're okay." You wait for her to acknowledge that nothing is changing, and couples have arguments and disagreements sometimes. She nods her head once and holds your hand, rubbing her thumbs against your skin.

"Do you wanna go back and watch the game?" You look at her like she's grown another head, especially since you've missed half the game already. "Fuck no, let's go home." You kiss her cheek and finish fixing you clothes in a presentable manner. You had plans on watching her favorite shows with her and possibly a few more rounds. Wanda grins and doesn't really bother to properly fix her clothes. You place a hand on hers just as she gets ready to close her zipper. "Leave that open I might get hungry on the way home." You shoot her a wink and walk away towards the parking lot. "Holy shit, I fucking love you." As Wanda quickly catches up to you in the parking lot, she can't help but feel like this is the bright side of having a short temper paired with a loving and understanding girlfriend.

#favors au #stoner!wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #stoner!wanda maximoff x reader

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ofrolysdogs · 1 year

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letitia wright x jealous!fem!reader

this is my first ever smut involving an actual person, I'm 1,000% sure she wouldn't do something like this (or will she??? we my never know and that's how I like it!) this will also be posted on my wattpad @/ladyportorrrrr

this contains; spanking, light choking, light bondage, brat taming and the smallest ever corruption kink if you squint, mentions of tenoch huerta, mentions of kehlani, teasing, squirting, orgasm denial(?)

‼️ minors do not interact ‼️

you and letitia have had this little relationship for almost a year and a half, you were quite famous as well, however, the relationship is so kept hidden away that no one would even suspect the two of you to even be associated with each other.

there hasn't really been arguments per say; small disagreements that were settled rather easily was at its peak, but neither of you two realized that tonight would be the first ever argument, and it had quite the ending.

it all started when letitia asked if you wanted to come to this night club with her, you declined, offering to stay indoors, leaving her to go with other associates, you thought nothing of it, you trusted her not to do anything, until you were scrolling through twitter to find her trending alongside kehlani, mindlessly seeing what was the deal only to find her... being grinded on.

you didn't know what to feel, anger? disgust? I mean sure to the public eye, she's a single woman, and so are you, but, you both were still together, the both of you were in a relationship regardless of publicity.

she didn't realize what you had for her once. she steps through that door.

----+----

"what's the matter, y/n? you haven't said anything all day..." you noticed how letitia was getting worried about you, you scoffed and rolled your eyes, continuing to eat your lunch as you scrolled through social media, going back to ignoring her existence.

"you know what you did.." you sternly replied. "I saw what you did with kehlani, it was trending all over social media."

letitia blinked at you for a couple of seconds, almost as if she doesn't remember what took place back then, was she drunk? no matter, she let out a sigh, realizing that you were upset at the situation.

"babe, I'm sorry, what we did with each other means nothing, you're the only one I wa-"

"you weren't thinking that when you let her rub her ass on you... I mean come on, what if I started doing that to... hmmm... let say... tenoch huerta? what if we went to a nightclub and I started grinding on him? you wouldn't like that very much, would you!?" you yelled at her, not loud enough for others to hear but to get the message across, so much so that letitia's eyes were widened at your action, she had never seen you that angry before.

you grabbed your phone and stormed back into your shared room, shutting the door behind you, it didn't take you long enough for tears to stream down your face.

"what did I even do wrong...? I should've went to the party, I really should've." you spoke to yourself, completely regretting not going, of course kehlani shouldn't receive the brunt because again, the relationship is private, but.... sigh, emotions ran through so much to where you just sat there, staring at the bedsheets beneath you, staring off into space, completely emotionless.

snapping you out of this trance the door slowly opens behind you with the sound of a creak, turning your head to see your girlfriend peaking her head through the door, before slowly walking inside, making sure not to anger you any further.

"what do you want now." you said, your voice wobbled from you trying to hide your sobs, you felt her presence growing closer, sitting next to you on the bed, you wanted to push her away but your body wouldn't let you, it just sat still.

letitia didn't know what to do, embrace a hug? no, she'd get angrier, the whole situation was... something, ever since she walked through the door you were ignoring her until this very moment, realizing she shouldn't have did what she did, and on top of that, the way you just sat there was almost scary to her, what could happen if you were to just completely snap?

the proper words couldn't form well in letitia, I mean, she knows she messed up big time, but, what could she say really?

"I'm sorry." is all she could really say, "I promise I don't have any feelings for her, I know I messed up..." she held your hands within hers, thankful that you didn't immediately flench at her touch. "...you know this, y/n, whatever we did together doesn't mean anything, and besides, she was dancing on everyone, not just me... and if I'm completely honest I didn't even remember what had happened until you mentioned it.

you looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, a single tear ran down your left eye, your features softened, hoping that after this, everything can be pushed to the side for a better future.

"you really didn't remember what happened last night?" you asked her genuinely, a bit of you believed that she was laying to save face but a bit of you believed that she may be serious, she hasn't said anything about the situation at all and it took her a minute to realize what was upsetting you.

"no, I didn't." was her response.

you looked away from her, letting out a sigh, you didn't know what to feel, were you overreacting? was your anger justified? you felt... something... no matter, you leaned forward to rest your head on her shoulder, her right arm rested on your thigh, ever so slightly near your bottom, her rather lukewarm hands had coiled a feeling in you that made a rather inappropriate entrance, her hands rubbed back and fourth on your thigh, but she stopped as it almost touched your ass to move forward again, repeating the motion over and over.

you felt your clitoris start to grow sensitive as her hands neared your ass, wishing for a touch, you didn't know what to do, initiate something at least.

you weren't really thinking as you got up to straddle her lap, both of you were now on the edge of the bed, your arms resting comfortably on her shoulders, your ass resting on her legs.

"you want something?" she said to you, her hands now resting on your ass, the sensitive feeling down there growing stronger and stronger, you wanted her to make you scream and cry as her fingers penetrated you, to moan her name, to scream as your orgasm took over you, accidentally letting out a soft moan at the thought.

"well, it doesn't even matter, because I know exactly what you want." a couple of soft smacks on your thigh, signalling you to get up, doing exactly that, you were now pinned to the bed with your arms above you, looking down at your submissive form, letitia had quite the idea.

"you don't mind if we try something new?" she asks you, her forehead touched yours, oblivious to what she was thinking, a grin appeared on letitia's face, backing away from you, turning you over on your stomach, you beautiful ass came into her vision, just the perfect shape, it would look so, so much better with a tint of redness to it from all the slaps you received.

her hand ran across the left cheek, before...

one.

you jumped at the feeling, it was familiar, but with this new format it sure feels new.

two.

a soft moan escapes you, it hurts, yes, but for some reason, it feels good, after all that yelling you did earlier, you really needed to get some form of release.

three.

the feeling started to sting uncomfortably, feeling the need to cry again, especially since she was hitting the same spot.

four.

your head shot up in ecstacy, letting out a rather loud yelp.

five.

your hands gripped the sheets beneath you, squeezing your eyes shut.

six.

......

seven.

.....

eight.

"I.... I....." you couldn't form any words.

"what's the matter, princess?" she asked you, damnit, her voice, it just sounded so.....so......

nine.

"fuck!" you moaned out.

ten.

your probably wouldn't be able to sit for the next couple hours, your underwear had to be drenched now because of your juices spilling out with each smack, you felt your underwear being stretched to the side, your juices dripping down on the bedsheets.

"how long have you been wet like this?" the question asked made you even more sensitive, it almost hurts how much you're craving her soft touch to press her fingers against your pussy.

"please..... just touch me already.... I can't take it anymore...." you said softly, your toes curled, legs spreading wider, letting the cold air touch your moistened pussy.

"you look so good like this, though." letitia jokingly said, letting out a few chuckles, before her fingers trickle down to fondle with your folds, purposely passing your clitoris, the juices you gifted her spread across your pussy, making it look as if you had completely wet yourself, you started to grow impatient, you stick your ass up further, trying to get her to touch you properly.

"baby pleaaasseeee...." you moan out.

"please what?"

"touch me there...." you adjust your hips to where her middle finger now slides against you clit, a wave of pleasure swims through you making you gasp.

her fingers now circle your clitoris, you let out soft moans as more of your juices seep out, every so often her name slips between your lips, until you abruptly feel something wet and warm slide against your hole.

"you taste so damn good." in between sucks and slurps, her tongue then travels inside of you, making sure to get every drop, your moans now fill the room, letting out cries of joy as her tongue slides in and out of you, feeling your orgasm nearing, but she stops to get up to grab something.

you curse, it was just right there.

it took some time to see letitia's form again, she comes in with a bag full of goodies, and what I mean by goodies are the toys you both bought for each other.

"what are we trying this time?" you got up to look through the bag with her, until you pulled out a double ended dildo, you two looked at each other as you held the object in your hand.

"that's the one you want?" letitia asks you.

"yes! we can both get off at least." you jokingly said

setting the bag down randomly, letitia goes on to strip herself of the clothes she kept on, you went on to take your shirt and underwear off, you both now we're naked.

you couldn't help but feel a tinge of nervousness despite seeing her body several times throughout the course of this relationship.

"what's the matter?" she asks you as she gets on the bed waiting for you.

"oh, nothing!" you smiled at her before getting on the bed.

you bought this double ended dildo a couple of months ago and forgot about it, you both normally used vibrators and straps on each other, this time was a new experience and you were hesitantly eager to try.

you inserted the dildo inside of you, following behind you, letitia does the same thing, she pushed herself against you, your end of the dildo pushes further into you, touching your cervix lightly, making you yelp in pleasure.

the both of you started moving in sync, pushing yourselves against each other, your moans were louder than hers, but you could still hear her, the pleasure was so strong that you couldn't even look her in the face.

letitia leaned forward to pinch her fingers between both sides of your jaw, your lips touched once more, tongues swirling within each other to silence out the loud echoey moans, you felt yourself reach peak almost, your eyes begin to water as the feeling becomes unbearably strong.

instantly pushing yourself away from her lips and the dildo sliding out of you, juices squirt out of you, you rubbed your clit as you squirted all over her and the bed.

however, letitia hadn't reached her orgasm yet, you decided to help her by leaning down to where your face meets her own pussy, your tongue grazes against her clit lightly as you push the dildo inside of her.

and now her moans echoed the room, yelling for you to go faster as she's near, you did exactly that, your lips made a suction to suck in her clit, until she abruptly pulls away, her juices splashed all over your face, you manage to catch some in your mouth, getting a taste of her.

everything came to an end, seeing the mess you two had made all over the bed, knowing the sheets would need to be washed.

"are you alright now?" letitia asked you, knowing what she was referring to, you rolled your eyes jokingly as you take the sheets off the bed.

"yeah, I guess..."

#letitia wright x reader #letitia wright #shuri x reader #shuri udaku x reader #shuri smut

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berry-loves-yandere · 2 years

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Can I request a Yandere billy and stu? Maybe with a darling that already likes (but isn’t dating) someone?

Of course I can!

𝒲𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓈𝓈!

Warnings: Death mentions, threatening, knife usage, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, unstable individuals, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!

Watching Randy practically drool over someone like (Y/N) felt so wrong and disgusting to Billy and Stu.

It felt even worse seeing that (Y/N) reciprocated these feelings but neither Randy or (Y/N) would admit their feelings for one another.

Billy and Stu hated this but it wasn't like there was anything they could do since they already had girlfriends.

Tatum and Sidney however, loved teasing both pining pair about each other, Tatum especially.

She'd make kissy faces at (Y/N) or start singing some stupid song kids sang about two people liking each other.

(Y/N) would always become flustered and embarrassed by this but Billy or Stu would tell Tatum to stop because she was making (Y/N) uncomfortable but it was actually because they didn't want Randy knowing that (Y/N) liked him back.

Randy's horrible attempts of flirting always made (Y/N) laugh, a sweet sound to all three boys ears but it turned sour to Billy and Stu when they remembered that Randy was the cause of it.

Soon they put the starting phase of their plan into action and killed Casey and Steve, which put everyone on edge, mainly it was meant to put Sidney on edge for the plan but both Billy and Stu wanted to change the plan to kill off Randy who had bee getting too close to (Y/N) recently.

Hell, during lunch (Y/N) asked Randy if they could stay at the video store with him then walk home together because they didn't want to be alone.

Which pissed of Billy and Stu but specifically Billy, since they could've asked the duo to walk them home but they choose stupid, stupid Randy.

So Billy and Stu decided to teach (Y/N) a lesson about liking people other than them.

That night

(Y/N) was flicking through tv channels looking for a good movie but the only thing on was stories about the two murders.

It made (Y/N) feel sick, so they turned off the tv.

As they got up to get themselves a small snack, the phone began ringing.

"Hello? Who's this?" (Y/N) carelessly answered.

"Do you like scary movies?" a deep voice asked for the other side of the line.

"Wow Randy. Way to give yourself away. But you already know this, I prefer action and romance movies." They answered.

"oh really now?" The other person spoke.

"That deep thingy you're doing with your voice is pretty hot Randy but I'm kind of hurt that you can't remember my favourite movie genres." (Y/N) admitted.

"What if I told you that this isn't Randy?" The other person questioned.

"Liar. You're so Randy. Stop trying to cover your tracks. But this prank call thingy you're trying is adorable. Is this another way for you to try to talk me more?" (Y/N) joked around.

"Like I said before, I'm not Randy " The other person repeated.

"Alright asshole. Then who the hell are you?" (Y/N) quizzed.

"Your future boyfriend" The other answered.

"Then you are Randy. Because Randy is the only person I like." (Y/N) replied with a dreamy sigh.

"THIS ISN'T FUCKING RANDY! YOU KEEP TALKING ABOUT THAT LITTLE BITCH AND WE'LL FUCKING GUT HIS ASS!" The person shouted.

(Y/N) then realized that this definitely wasn't Randy and hung up.

The phone began ringing again but (Y/N) ignored it and went to bed, not wanting to deal with any prank callers.

With Billy and Stu

"Fuck! They're not picking up!" Billy swore.

"Then why don't we pay them a little visit?" Stu suggested with a malicious grin.

Billy smirked and they both slipped on their costumes before sneaking over to (Y/N)'s house.

They saw her peacefully sleeping and were almost tempted to leave her be but wanted to go through with the plan.

Billy entered the room and began stroking (Y/N) cheek with his knife before firmly placing it on their neck but not harshly enough to make them bleed.

Stu was outside taking pictures of the whole ordeal, thinking it would be fun to look at later.

Billy pinched (Y/N)’s cheek hard enough for them to wake up to a knife being held to their throat.

"Scream and you'll fucking die. Understood?" Billy threatened, using the voice changer.

"yes" (Y/N) quietly croaked out.

"I'm only gonna say this once. stay away from Randy Newman. Or that little bitch is gonna be next on the chopping block." He told his trembling victim.

"Okay" (Y/N) whispered as they heavily trembled.

Eventually they passed out from stress and panic, which made it easy for Billy's escape.

Days passed and (Y/N) distanced themselves from Randy.

Billy and Stu had never been so proud of themselves.

Maybe they didn't always have to kill people too close to (Y/N) because it seemed that a little threatening with a knife worked just fine.

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brittscafe · 10 months

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Can I request a human reader very close to Ichigo (like a best friend or a sister) arguing with Aizen because well, he is Aizen and screws up lmao, and they end up in bed?

I hope it was a clear request, thank you so much!🥰

ahhh omg yes! I love this request! <3 Feeding myself with Aizen smut 😌

Ichigo's your best friend and you hate Aizen with a passion. Now, you're stuck because he's inside your house and he's got you trapped.

"What the hell are you doing here?" you scoff out, backing away from him. Each step you take back, Aizen takes two forward.

"Where's Ichigo?" he asks with a stern tone and your back hits the cold wall. You glance around the room that you're pinned in and you gulp.

"I won't tell you. You practically stalk him, why don't you figure it out for yourself?" you huff out, clenching your fists.

Aizen lets out a tiny chuckle, throwing his head back and he shakes his head.

"Y/N, don't play dumb. It'll just get you killed. I would hate to kill you," Aizen explains, reaching his hand up and tracing your jawline with his thumb.

Liar. He would kill you if he wanted to.

"Don't you dare touch me!" you speak through gritted teeth, slapping his hand down and Aizen tilts his head to the side, glancing inside your eyes.

"Oh? Don't you think I've seen what kind of dreams you have about me?" Aizen teases you and your stomach twists into uneasy knots.

"What?" you breath out, your mouth gaping open. Aizen cocks an eyebrow and lowers his face near yours.

How could he possibly know about those?

"I know that you want my hands all over your body, touching you in the most vulnerable places a woman could be," Aizen whispers softly and your face burns red hot.

You glare up at Aizen, your nostrils flaring with rage. He wears a smug smirk across your face and your veins pump with anger. You raise your hand and slap him across the face.

Aizen doesn't even react, he just stands there, smirk still on his face.

A gasp leaves your lips and Aizen's fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding it tightly.

"Stop! Let me go!" you raise your voice, but he doesn't budge. He's not hurting you or anything, but his grasp is strong enough to the point where you can't move.

Aizen easily pulls you towards him, warm bodies pressing together as you gaze into his eyes. Your breath hitches in your throat and Aizen eagerly presses his lips against yours.

Your eyes widen at the sudden action taken and it feels good. His lips against yours makes you feel like you're on cloud 9.

You scoff loudly and roughly pull away from him, scowling in disgust as you glare at him.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Aizen teases you, dipping his head down into your neck. His breath on your neck sends jolts down your spine and you gulp.

"No," you retort harshly, but you inch closer to him. Aizen lets out a tiny chuckle, the sound of him sending a tingle down your spine. You glare over at him, biting on your lower lip.

Your body is pumping with lust as you stare at him.

"Damn it, screw this," you sigh out, walking up to Aizen and grabbing his face, pressing your lips onto his. His hands wrap around your thighs, easily lifting you off the ground.

You wrap your legs around his torso, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Aizen's lips twist with yours as he walks down the hallway and into your bedroom.

Aizen's lips are warm and soft. They part slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. Warmth blossoms in your chest as you fall down into the bed, tongues pushing back and forth.

His dark hair falls down onto your face as you pull away from the kiss. Hearts beating so wildly, that you both could only take little sips of breath.

You tear off your shirt as Aizen does the same. You trace his abs and muscles, admiring them. Aizen's hands shoot down to your hips and he holds them in place.

"How is Ichigo going to feel about this?" Aizen teases you, tongue trailing down up stomach. You wriggle your hips and roll your eyes with annoyance.

"Ichigo will never find out. If does, I'll kill you," you threaten him, shooting him a firm glare. Aizen wears a wryly smirk as he reaches your bra.

He easily unclips it and falls from your chest, breasts bouncing out. His eyes widen and his tongue swirls around your nipple. Tiny gasps leave your lips as he cups your other breast.

"I can't wait to find out how you taste," Aizen huffs out, pulling away from you and your face burns red hot.

You grab his pants and start to unbuckle his belt. You unzip his pants and press kisses along his v-line. Aizen's cock grows harder and he throws his head back.

"Go on. If you want to know how I taste so badly," you offer him, pulling away and scooting back on the bed. Aizen wastes no time, ripping off his pants and climbing on top of you.

You tug off your pants and Aizen's eyes glue to your lacy underwear. He glances over at the stuffed teddy bear on the corner of your bed and chuckles.

"Oh, is Mr. teddy going to watch?" Aizen asks, playing with the teddy bear and you rip it out from his hands, tossing it.

"Shut up," you scoff out, letting out a tiny giggle. His hands run up and down your curves, dipping his head down to your core. His teeth grip the lace of your underwear and he slowly peels it off.

God, it made you even wetter.

Aizen runs his tongue over his bottom lip, staring at your wet, oozing core. His fingers travel up your thigh and your heart rams against your chest.

He inserts a finger of you and you moan loudly. Aizen slowly pulls out his soaked finger and swirls it around in his mouth. Your mouth gapes open and he smirks.

"Absolutely delicious," he hums out, burying his head in between your thighs. His fingers dig into the plush skin of your thighs as his tongue runs over your entrance.

Your fingers reach into your hair and you tug on it slightly. He seals his lips over your sensitive clit as he inserts two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck," you moan, bucking your hips. His fingers slowly pump, curling and rubbing your g-spot. Your thighs begin to shake as the knots in your stomach start to unfold.

He speeds up the pace of his fingers, hitting your g-spot as you release trails of moans. Your body jolts as your cum squirts out onto his finger and Aizen releases your sore clit.

"Sounding so good for me, y/n," Aizen comments as you tug on his hair. You pant heavily as he slides off his underwear, his hard cock bouncing out.

Aizen brushes his fingers through your hair and grabs onto his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He slowly pushes his cock inside of your core and you cry out in pleasure.

Aizen's eyes shoot over to you and he caresses your face with hand.

"You okay?" he asks, voice laced with concern. You inhale sharply and nod your head.

"Yeah, keep going," you encourage him, a smile forming along your face. Aizen nods his head and takes a hold of your hand, squeezing it as he sinks all the way in.

Your mouth gapes open as Aizen starts to thrust in and out of you, the head of his cock kissing your g-spot. You squeeze your walls around his cock, earning a low groan from him.

"Aizen," you moan out, spreading your legs wider to feel more of him.

His hips slowly rock back and forth, filling you with pleasure. Tiny gasps and moans leave your lips as you feel yourself coming closer.

"God, you make me feel so good," Aizen grunts out, his cock twitching inside of you. You cry out in pleasure as your cum spills out onto his cock, oozing out onto your thighs.

You pant heavily, breathless moans leaving your lips as he sloppily thrusts into you. The muscles in his arms bulge and tense as he moans loudly, his cum filling you up.

You both pant heavily as Aizen stays inside of you for a minute. Sweat covers Aizen's body and you squeeze his hand. Aizen slowly pulls out from you, earning a moan from both of you.

He breathes heavily and stands up from the bed. You quickly sit up as he enters your bathroom and walks out with a clean towel. Your eyes widen as he climbs into the bed next to you.

"What is it?" he asks curiously as you brush the hair out from his face.

"Nothing. I just thought you were going to leave," you shake your head and Aizen furrows his eyebrows.

"No," he chuckles out, gently wiping up the mess that you two made.

He places soft, gentle kisses all over your body and your face flushes. You cup Aizen's face and pull him closer.

"I don't just want the sex, Aizen. I want all of you," you reveal, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. Aizen's mouth slightly gapes open and his heart skips a beat.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Aizen asks, running his hand up and down your thigh.

"Please, are you sure you can handle me?" you shoot him a sly wink, laughing. Aizen smiles warmly and wraps you up in his arms.

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worriedvision · 1 year

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Emotional constipation - Gepard

Gender neutral reader, angst lol. Gepard basically doesn't know how to react to affection, publicly or behind closed doors, and it leads to problems in the relationship.

You knew he had no experience with romance, and it wasn't an issue for you. You knew to be careful with trying to give affection, sticking to words until you felt the situation out.

You try to hold his hand in public once, and he swats your hand away before apologising for his action. When you try again a week later, he does the same action. By that point, you were worried that you did something wrong. When you asked him, he reassured you that nothing was wrong - he was just awkward.

In his home after dinner, you feel it's right to hug him. It felt like the right moment, and he shoves you away, eyes widening before apologising once again, pulling you up from the ground.

From that point onwards, you tell him you'll hold off on the affection until he starts to get more comfortable. Gepard thanks you for being so patient, understanding that he wasn't exactly the easiest lover because of his awkwardness.

Serval knew about you, and she liked you from the start. She was your support when you needed to ask her if Gepard still liked you. It felt silly to ask, but in your situation you didn't know for sure.

That uncertainty grew when you heard someone gushing to their friends about 'that cute Silverman's guard', speaking about his looks and how helpful he was. It sounded just like Gepard, why was this person gushing so openly?

You hoped this was just an admirer, but you hear rumours of someone Gepard was seeing, someone who he was seeming to warm up to. You didn't fit that, unfortunately, and try as you may you couldn't just ignore the rumours.

Serval shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing anything about these words and telling you not to jump to conclusions too quickly. After leaving her workshop, you see Sampo.

"Do I need to call the-"

"Hold on, now. One of my customers has requested you to see something." Sampo explains, you decide to follow along for the sake of it.

You didn't expect this sight to be off this person you heard talking about Gepard hugging him. He didn't shove them away like he did with you.

Sampo was told to take you back home after showing you the affection, and before you knew it you were balling your eyes out. You see it now, he must have been disgusted by you. You shut the door, entering your home before pulling out your phone to test Gepard one last time.

You see the 'i love you' messages you exchanged together, and it looks like a loving relationship. What a shame that didn't work in person, eh?

'I'm setting you free. I realise now you didn't ever initiate affection with me, and that was because it was me.

I hope you're happy with them. I'll give Serval the spare set of keys you gave me to your house.'

"Stop hugging me." Gepard let's out, not enjoying the hug this stranger had given him before they started confessing their love. "I have a partner, I'm sorry."

"You're just saying that because you don't want to hurt their feelings." The stranger looks up at Gepard, who is unimpressed by their words.

Gepard places his hands on their shoulders, slowly pushing them away and shaking his head.

"You'll find someone." Gepard states, walking away and leaving the person behind.

A few minutes later, he feels his phone vibrate, seeing that dreaded message from you.

#gender neutral reader #honkai star rail #hsr #gepard #gepard x reader #gepard x gender neutral reader #angst

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squishycheekanon · 7 months

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SoftDark! Slasher!Techno

Prompt: You ask a stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend to get rid of your ex.

Warnings: violence, stalking, unhinged Techno, 6’6 Techno, blood, murder,

You hadn’t wanted to go out, that much was clear to your best friend, Mia, when she had pestered you non stop only to have you brush her off each time with a huff and a ‘no’. Though she was very persistant, it was Halloween, she had whined. This coming from the woman that went out every year for Halloween, you however didn’t, you’d been out a few times for it but the last few years it had just seemed so trivial.

“You know just because you keep nagging me about it doesn’t mean I’m gonna change my mind.” You groaned trying your hardest to keep your temper at neutral.

“Please! I promise I won’t ever ask you to go out with me again!” She pressed, eyes wide with hope, it made you deflate a little. You knew you were giving in.

A pregnant pause sounded throughout the room before you conceded, “fine.” She squealed loudly and began bouncing around the room going on about what costumes to wear, it made you laugh.

About an hour later when she’d finally finished and calmed down you’d pushed her out your cabin, she stood her ground only leaving when you promised to meet her for hot cocoa the next day to discuss costumes and makeup. Only when you agreed did she leave letting you breath a sigh of relief as you watched her walk down the footpath leading into the woods that surrounded your quaint little home.

Living far away from society wasn’t exactly your choice to begin with, and even with many many protests from Mia, the place had begun to grow on you. As did the routine, getting up early, chopping up firewood as best you could, foraging and exploring the woods around your home so much so you had mapped them out.

You were confident you knew these woods better than anyone else.

After Mia had disappeared from your sight you’d closed your door and locked it. A main lock, and several little ones as well as a big wooden plank that slotted on two hooks. Impossible for anyone to break in. You repeated the actions with the backdoor and the windows, only feeling at ease when all of the entrances were locked up tight.

You’d been in this self assigned isolation for so long this was normal now, the feelings of anxiety and fear only leaving when everything was secure. No one would be getting in, especially not your ex. The man you were hiding from. The reason for your isolation. A disgusting being.

He’d put you through so much and when you’d finally escaped he came after you again, never wanting to let you go. He’d marked you in his eyes and he wasn’t going to let what he thought was his just leave. So here you were four years later hiding.

Mia had assured you that the police were doing everything in their power to find him and that it was safe to return to society but you knew better. He was smart, they’d never catch him. You’d live like this for the rest of your life, alone.

It wasn’t all bad, you were able to do pretty much whatever you wanted. With the big inheritance that your now gone family had left you, you had no need for a job. Money wasn’t a worry for you which was good.

You were able to buy food, and enough things to furnish your house in exactly the way you had wanted. You had enough clothes, even though there weren’t a lot of them, you still had everything you needed.

Most days you read or baked just like today, to keep your mind off the darkening sky you focused on your cookies and cakes that were baking away nicely while you stirred the home made jam.

You mind was numb as you watched an old movie on the IPad Mia had gotten you a couple Christmas’s ago. Crawling into bed with the lamp still on, you fell asleep with somewhat ease of knowing your hand was wrapped around the handle of your gun under your pillow. Just in case.

“Oh Nachzehrer where are you?” He hummed with a sing-song tone, thick boots and heavy footsteps pounded on the floor with each step. All he heard was a snort in reply, one that made the corners of his lips twitch with a smile under his mask.

“Shut up!” He spat when the man he carried groaned, “You were so loud and now you insist on making more noise? How selfish can you be?!” He snarled before dropping the man on the floor grimacing as the poor guy let out a scream.

“Nachzehrer! Dinner.”

You’d wrapped up warm today and good thing too as the cold air blew into your face making you snuggle into your red scarf. Looking both ways you crossed the street from the edge of the woods to the start of town, Bludhaven.

Sighing as you wandered through the street passing all the shops, only stopping when you reached The Bludhaven Grill. Stepping inside you scanned the room until your eyes landed on Mia, her bright green eyes flitting over the menu. Her dark purple hair pulled up into a messy bun, she always died her hair for Halloween.

The thought made you remember all the different colours she died her hair, every colour from the rainbow and more. A crazy hair colour for October and then November first she’s back to brown hair like it never happened.

“Hey!” You jumped slightly when Mia shouted your way, you shrunk away from the attention of the other people in the restaurant and made your way over. A quick hug later and you were pulling off your black coat and scarf, hanging them on the back of your seat before pulling off your black leather gloves too.

“I already ordered the coco,” Mia smiled brightly, “want any food?” She asked looking over the menu again.

“No thanks i ate a little while ago.” You replied starting to feel a little jittery, the way you always felt when you left the safety of your home. She nodded and continued to read through the food options.

“Oh how’s your sister by the way? I keep forgetting to ask, any news from her?” Mia asks not looking away from the menu.

“I don’t know actually I haven’t heard from her in a while but I guess you don’t have a lot of time to write when you’re in the military.” You answered, you missed your sister dearly.

“Where was she stationed again?” Mia asked this time her eyes meeting yours.

“France? Or Germany…. You know I’m not too sure actually.“ Mia just nodded deciding to drop it seeing how you began to look sad talking about it.

You shook your head to get rid of the current thoughts, glancing around the restaurant for anything out of the ordinary but you couldn’t see anything and you tried to repeat that over and over again in your head to make you relax. Obviously it didn’t work, you practically jumped out of your skin when the waiter placed your steaming hot coco in front of you.

The man looked at you weird before walking away, “Are you okay?” Mia asked concern lacing her voice, the emotion present on her face too.

“Yeah,” you said almost trying to convince yourself more than her, “yeah I’m a….I’m fine.” She looked unconvinced and made that very apparent by how her face contorted as if to say ‘seriously?’. You were quick to try and change the subject, “What costume did you decide on?”

Thankfully the question was enough to get her off your back, “oh! I decided on slutty witch.” She giggled.

“How original.” You scoffed with a playfulness to it.

“And what are you gonna wear huh?” She crossed her arms in fake annoyance.

“I haven’t particularly thought about it, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been out.” The two of you continued your chit chat and playful banter, concluding that Mia would pick your outfit and you’d just have to wear it. Definitely risky considering Mia’s style was very different than yours but you couldn’t think of a good enough excuse to say no.

Your coco finished, keeping you warm and starting to make you sleepy Mia offered to drive you home to which you accepted. She quickly ran to the bathroom leaving you to sit and think. That was bad, you took deep calming breathes to settle your anxiety. It just got worse, you picked up your coat pulling it on as well as your scarf all in a hurry to make it outside for some fresh air you crashed into someone.

Someone. A wall. A freakin mountain.

You fought every nerve in your body not to gape at the man standing in front of you. His size was astonishing, must be at least 6’6 in height. At least. His face was stoic, never changing even as his eyes darted around your face with pure curiosity. His facial expression never changed.

His hair was longish, coming to a stop at his sharp jawline. His face looked at little rough, but it matched the rest of him. His huge muscles melded with the black t-shirt he wore, you could see how thick his legs were almost begging to burst out of the dark blue jeans he was wearing.

“Sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You apologised, trying your hardest not to stutter under his piercing gaze. All he did was nod, hands moving so they were sat in the front pockets of his jeans.

“Let’s go man.” Another guy who look so similar to him but his hair was longer and tied back in a low bun. He was a little bit taller, but wasn’t as muscular and big. He had a bit of pudge on him as well. Though if you didn’t know any better you’d call them, not twins, but definitely brothers. The man’s accent seemed foreign, French maybe?

Once again the giant nodded following his friend out of the grill, his eyes only leaving your figure when he had to walk out the door. You were frozen in place staring at where he last was.

“Who was that?” You almost screamed at the sound of her voice.

“Jeez Mia!” Placing your hand over your heart in fright, “we need to get you a bell.” You breathed listening to her laugh. Her question forgotten about, though as you walked out of the grill together and made it to her car you did wonder, who was that?

“So where are we going? To a bar? A party? Trick or treating?” You ask as Mia adds the last bit of mascara onto your eyelashes before pulling back admiring her work with a happy nod.

“We’re going to a festival in town. It’s only small but I’m pretty sure the whole town will be there.” She answers but notices the panic that covers your face, “hey, hey it’s okay. Relax. There’s music, a bar, there’s even a fair with apple bobbing and a ring toss. It’ll be fun.” She smiles softly her green eyes sparkling with care.

“That’s not like you. Usually you go to parties.” You said watching in the mirror as she shrugs then goes to tighten your extremely dark green corset, it was almost black. Delicate flower patters in a slightly lighter green graced the corset that sat snug over your creamed coloured blouse. The red skirt you had on reached the floor, covering your black tights and brown laced up riding boots. Little red riding hood, and not the slutty version. You were very pleased with Mia’s choice.

“I didn’t want your first time out in years to be some shitty party. We’ll actually have fun at this. Plus you can leave whenever you want, I’ll even come with you.” You quickly pull Mia into a tight hug one she accepts just a swiftly.

“Thank you.” You mutter so grateful to have Mia in your life. She squeezes you a little tighter, you stay like this for a while until you decide to stop being sappy and go have some fun for the first time in so long.

Mia drove the two of you into town and by the looks of the streets, the festival is already in full swing. The streetlights shining down on all the people dancing and smiling, everyone seemed to be having fun. Mia parked and the two of you made your way through the crowd of scary and slutty, even some funny costumes until you found yourself standing outside some barn.

It had been fully decked out in Halloween decorations and pretty lights. Surrounding the barn was the fair, to the left was a stage, some band rocking out on it with loads of people surrounding it singing along to some song you didn’t know. A slight breeze makes shiver, you pull the red velvet cloak tighter around you for warmth.

“Hey I’m gonna grab us some drinks.” Mia purrs staring the hot bartender down, it makes you laugh as you push her towards the bar inside the barn. There’s so many people inside and out you loose her in the sea of people but for once you don’t freak out. You just admire your surroundings, happy to be out of your cabin, it felt nice.

But all good things come to an end.

“Long time no see sweetie.” David grinned viciously leaving a sickening feeling to swirl around you. “Boy have I been waiting for this moment.” He reaches out for you and you fall back into the crowed to get away from him. Your feet move before your brain can register and you’re so glad as you begin running and screaming.

“Please help!” You screeched as loudly as you could trying to get people to hear you over the booming music. No one did, until you crashed into someone. Again. His face was covered by a mask of some kind, it looked like the skull of a pig, the tusks still intact. Soulless dark eyes glared at you through the eyes holes, but you recognised the giant. You’d never seen anyone as big as him before, there’s no way you’d forget him.

“You.” Your voice held uncertainty and surprise but Techno focused on the fear evident in your eyes, screaming at him. He recognised it so easily. Pulling off his mask to get a better look, although the fear you displayed didn’t bring him the dopamine rush as it usually did.

“Please!” You grab onto his boiler suit outfit so tight and with such desperation that the voices in his head go quiet. “Help me! Please!” You plead eyes burning with the threat of tears, but he nods and instantly you breath a sigh of relief, “my ex is here, he is dangerous and looking for me. Please, I…I,” you scrambled for way he could help, when the idea popped into your head, “pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Techno tilts his head slightly, face unchanged from the first time you’d met, from when you’d just bumped into him. With an uncertainty in his movements he hooks an arm around your waist pulling your body against his hulking form. The air twitches with power, that’s what you felt in the force he tugged you forward. Unbridled power just emanating from him. You felt so tiny staring up at him towering over you, eyes staring into your soul yet face still stoic.

“What the fuck!” The yell is one your familiar with in the worst ways, it makes your body tremble, makes you grip onto Techno’s Michael Myers costume tighter. Techno notices and find himself frowning, finds himself not liking it one. God. Damn. Bit.

The voices in his head begin ranting and raving the second he takes his eyes off you and they land on what he could only describe as a pathetic excuse for a man. But that way you shake against him, he could see how such a man could make a little thing like you cower in fear.

“Get off her!” Your ex, David, growled his shoulders squared ready for a fight even as he glared up at the absolute beast of a man that currently held you in his arms.

“Okay.” Techno agreed. You panicked, your heartbeat rising, breathing picking up. That’s what you get for asking a stranger for help. A panic attack back on the rise you released your grip on Techno’s outfit and began to back away from him. He watched you still a frown on his face, the first bit of emotion you’d seen him display.

That was until he turned to his left, facing your ex who had his eyes on you with a hunger that made you stomach churn in disgust. Techno’s eyes light up as he rolled his shoulders, his arm moving back before he swung it and punched your ex right in the face.

He fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Techno glanced at you, his rubies looking you up and down with a flicker of concern? Maybe? Before he leaned down grabbing David’s wrist and dragged him away.

You stood there dumbfounded, what had just happened? And where was he taking him? You didn’t understand, but you were going to. Searching the room you spotted Mia seeing her making out with the hot bartender. She was okay, that gave you the green light to rush out of the barn. The whole world felt like it was swirling and spinning as you looked for a giant dragging a man with him.

There! Your eyes widened as you watched him disappear into the woods, and then the stupid kicked in and you sprinted after them. The further you got into the woods the quicker you started to realise just how idiotic this really was.

You didn’t know this man, he was a stranger and yes he may have saved you but right now he was dragging your ex along the dirt floor like he was nothing. You didn’t like where this was going and you sure as hell didn’t want to see how it ended. Turning around you realised that you were in the middle of nowhere, no festival in sight.

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath turning back to see that the giant and your ex had disappeared too. Now you were alone, lost in the middle of the woods.

“Okay okay you can do this, you know the woods it’s just darker.” You coaxed yourself, you needed to stay calm and collected. Easy right?

“Help!” Wrong. The ear shattering scream of what you thought was your ex sprouted a new level of fear inside of you.

You followed the desperate cries until you saw something out of a horror movie the absolute beast of a man was holding your ex down while he cut him open. It reminded you of when you had to dissect a frog in science, the very same technique.

Your ex cried and screamed for him to stop only for Techno to tut and reply with shut up. The scene before you had your stomach churning, you felt absolutely sickened to your core. Watching the man who had brought you so much pain writhe on the dirty ground, it wasn’t what you thought you’d feel.

Maybe you’d feel justice? Happy? Relieved? No, you felt sick as your eyes followed the way his guts spewed out from his stomach. Holding your hand over your mouth as to not make a sound, you sought strength from the tree a little ahead of you. Stepping forward, all you wanted was to grip onto the tree, all you wanted was some support, instead, a snapping noise emanated around you.

You’d stepped on a twig. You knew it and looking up into the dark dangerous eyes of the giant, he knew it too.

You wondered in that moment where the gentle giant who was kind enough to protect you had disappeared to. He looked hungry and murderous, like killing once had ignited the fire in him. “Run kleines Lamm, this lions hungry.”

“Shit!” You screeched as he advanced towards you, you ran as fast as you could. You left your brain behind and ran, no thoughts entered your head. All you knew was that you had to keep running and ignore the thundering footsteps behind you, it felt like they were shaking the whole forest.

You looked back for a split second and saw him slowing down, it pushed you to move faster knowing the advantage this gave you. You made your body go and when you thought you couldn’t move anymore you kept going. This was quite literally life or death and despite the fact that you were sure you’d be the first to die in any horror movie, you were not dying today.

Glancing back once more was a mistake given that you tripped and landed on your ankle funny, a cut on your knee and both of your hands were grazed. Hearing him closing in on you, you manage to pull yourself behind a tree. The massive trunk kept you out of site while you looked over your leg with a small hiss escaping your mouth.

You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, trying to ignore the blood that was dripping from the cut in your knee, you peeked out from behind the tree to see him stood quite far away, his eyes searching the forest through that pig skull mask of his.

You were, officially, screwed.

“You shouldn’t have followed me kleines Lamm. I don’t want to hurt you.” The words felt fuzzy and wrong coming out of his mouth, “You really should have stayed at the festival.” Shivers racked through your body at his words and the murderous tone he was so desperately trying to soften.

“Oh Nachzehrer where are you?” Techno hummed with a sing-song tone. You heard a snort in reply, and if you thought that the giant’s footsteps were loud, these were booming. Peeking back out you spotted what looked to be a massive warthog, his body three times the size of a regular one. He was vicious, with blood all round his mouth and tusks.

You were so entranced with the warthog, so terrified by its presence that you missed it. You should of been smarter, you should of fought harder. But in the end the bad guy always wins.

“Hello kleines Lamm.” Was the last thing you heard before it all went black.

Your head was pounding, it felt like your brain was trying to claw its was out of your skull. With blurry vision you looked at your surroundings, instantly noticing the gigantic warthog laid in the corner of the room chewing on a bone. You couldn’t react, you were absolutely gone…

Delta India delta, Yankee Oscar uniform, golf echo tango, tango hotel echo, hotel Oscar November echo Yankee Charlie Oscar Mike echo, Romeo echo Charlie India papa echo?

You were so drowsy, so out of it, so delirious it the words you thought you heard made no sense…

“India, hotel alpha victor echo, hotel echo Romeo”

#slasher!techno #squishy’shalloweenparty #squishycheekanon #squishycheekanonanswer #asks are appreciated #beefy!techno #squishtalks

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zuffer-weird-girl · 10 months

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Playing pretend.

Is something he always found himself doing it... for a very long time.

Since his childhood to the now present days... From imagining how his father's reaction would be to see him using his quirk like he wanted, to imagining the most pathetic thing he never thought he would be doing it.

"If we have one boy I'm going to put his name as Natsuo." He mumbled while you snorted.

"What about a girl?"

"Then it's your choice." He smirked at you, loving how your giggles echoed in the shifty apartment you both could afford.

"What if we have two boys? Or even two girls?" You sat on his lap as he immediately grabbed on your thighs, sighing on your neck and nuzzling on it like a cat.

"Then we choose one each. If we have two girls I'm calling her Tamari-"

"Heck no." You growled and he couldn't help but snicker.

"Why not doll?"

"Is a ugly name, no way one of my daughters is having that shit as a name. Have a bit of pity to your own blood dammit-" you shrieked in laughter when he just picked you up and threw you on your back with a evil cackle.

No way you guys would have kids... how could you? He was a assassin, a category B villain who was nothing but a walking almost dead burnt man... he could and would understand if you left him, but he knew how stubborn you were. You loved him, and just wouldn't walk out... but still, it didn't hurt to dream right?

It didn't hurt or cost anything to just play pretend on imagining silly things like that...

It wasn't just about kids... it was practically everything.

"On our honeymoon, I would like to go to somewhere nice." You whispered in the night as he cracked his eyes open to stare down at you, lying on his chest, mindfully of the staples and scars adorned on it.

"... Italy sounds nice. I heard there is a carnival there." He muttered, his voice rough and raspy due to sleep deprivation and the mission he had to go earlier.

"Sounds nice, what about France? Paris is the city of love right?"

"I think is the city of lights." He commented cheerily before chuckling at your scoff.

"You got my point... we could go both to Italy and France... grab some munchies in there-"

"Ooh like a croissant?" He mimicked the French like sound and you grimace at it before slapping his chest as he once again laughed.

With what money could you both go? Better yet, how would he even fucking leave Japan by being a wanted criminal? Is just wasn't ever possible.

But still

It didn't hurt to dream, right? It didn't hurt to play pretend.

"The cake batter has to be a vanilla one!" You argued with him as he rolled his eyes at the table you were both in.

"Too classic. Have a bit more of taste doll-"

"Oh fuck you! You said it wasn't a good idea to have a chocolate cake on our wedding!" You pointed a finger at him as he shivered.

"Because it's fucking nauseous. I want to enjoy my own fucking wedding cake-"

"It's not yours-"

"Fine fine, our cake." He rolled his eyes, a silence glare between you both before you started to giggle at how ridiculous yet sweet discussion you were both in... your happiness was contagious as he couldn't help but chuckle at it as well.

It's not possible. He wouldn't put you through that type of misery to be married with a todoroki... he just couldn't.

None of you guys dreams were possible due to his fucked up actions....

"... I want our kids to meet their grandma, uncle and aunt." He commented once in the night as you turned around to smile at him... knowing what he was getting into.

"Bet Natsuo would spoil the hell out of them." You didn't knew none of sibling nor never met his mother... but he talked about it.

Dream it about it.

"Definitely. Fuyumi would try to teach some kids shit... while mother would sing them old songs and sneak some money or a snack behind our freacking backs." He chuckled sadly, staring up at the ceiling, blood starting to come out of his eyes as you sat up to brush them away without a hint of disgust.

"Our son would be pretty much like a brat like yourself them... and the girl would be a daddy's girl." You whispered, carresing his hair as he blinked... it hurt, but it was muscle memory to blink away the tears.

"Yeah... imagine if we had twins though-"

"You shut your damn mouth touya." You growled jokingly as he snickered.

He also knew you had the mindful to know neither of your little dreams or imaginary scenarios would never actually happen... but you still humored him onto it... both of you knowing it wasn't ever possible to have that kind of future by how far be is going with his path... but deep down... he knew you had a bit of hope and wanting for all of these... marriage, trips, honeymoon... kids... he knew you wanted that... because deep down he also wanted that.

But again.

This was all playing pretend.

Because it would enever happen.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #dabi scenarios #bnha villains #bnha x reader #bnha villains x reader #angsty a bit yeah?#zuffer writings

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mixtape-racha · 8 months

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it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter fifteen: what's your favourite scary movie?

words: 1.66k // warnings: kidnapping, graphic character death, guns

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILLCOUNT: 012

(a/n: the final chapter is finally here!! tysm for coming on this crazy journey with my ily all so much)

she was in a state of utter shock, convinced her eyes were betraying her. there was no way felix - the boy who’s virginity she took only days before, who wouldn’t even look at someone with anger in his eyes - could be capable of something like this.

on the other hand, she felt so completely betrayed by hyunjin. the same hyunjin who had promised to protect her after kissing her and spending the night cuddled up in her bed, was the same man who had a knife pressed against her side.

it was overwhelming and exhausting and so, so heart-wrenching. she couldn’t even begin to comprehend it, feeling like her world was shattering around her. two of the boys she had trusted with her life, with everything, had taken that trust and destroyed her.

it wasn’t until after hyunjin had clasped handcuffs around her wrists that she realized they weren’t through with their vindictive scheme. before she had a chance to gasp, or fight back, a thump sounded where hyunjin had hit her over the head, and the world slowly started going black.

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she reawoke a while later, disoriented and confused. the room was dark, and as she strained to move, she realized she was tied to a chair in an empty room of a desolate house. the door swung open, and she flinched as hyunjin and felix walked in, throwing their now unneeded ghostface costumes to the side.

“oh, hyunie! look who finally woke up!” felix giggled, coming over and crouching to pet her cheek - which caused her to forcefully pull her head away in anger. “got us worried, angel, thought jinnie had underestimated himself and hit you too hard.”

“fuck you.” she spat, glaring at hyunjin from where he stood at the edge of the room, her body radiating with anger and disgust. she gasped when felix slapped her in response, his pretty face curling up into a scowl.

“that’s no way to talk to me after all we’ve done for you. such an ungrateful brat, aren’t you?”

“back down, felix.” hyunjin called, rolling his shirt sleeves up as he approached the two of them. “its not her fault, remember? we’re just protecting her from the nasty men out there. why don’t we take you down to the bedroom, hmm? let you have a nice shower before we sit down for dinner.”

his attention turned to (y/n) at the last few words, and she almost got whiplash at the difference in their tones. were they trying to pull a ‘good-cop/bad-cop’ situation? because it wasn’t working. but nonetheless, she agreed. any opportunity to get out of the binding ropes cutting into her skin was good enough for her.

deciding her best course of action was to stay quiet and behave, not wanting to make them mad and risk them hurting her - (y/n) let her head hang as she trailed behind hyunjin with felix close behind her. trying to take in her surroundings, she assumed they were in an apartment but she didn’t know who’s. they were contained on one floor, and she was lead through the bedroom to reach the bathroom.

the apartment was mostly empty, other than some basic furniture and appliances. the curtains were all drawn, so all the light was coming artificially from lamps spread throughout the rooms. as she was pushed into the shower, felix smirked, holding the door open.

“want any company? don’t want you to get all lonely in here.”

she quickly chose to ignore his words, half-relieved when hyunjin pulled him away. the taller boy threw a towel and some basic pajamas onto the bathroom floor before giving her a stern look.

“you have 15 minutes. you even think about trying to escape and i’ll drag you out of here by your hair - all showering alone rights revoked.”

and with that, the door swung closed, leaving her alone. she hiccuped down a sob, not wanting them to hear how distraught she really was. showering as fast as she could, it wasn’t long before she was dressed in a loose shirt and cycling shorts, being dragged to the living room for “dinner time”, as hyunjin had called it. her appetite had evaded her, but she forced down a few mouthfuls to avoid felix’s wrath - he seemed to be ready to fight at the slightest hiccup, and she was far too exhausted for it.

by the time the next morning had rolled around - not that she got much sleep, the kidnappers taking shifts watching her to make sure she ddin’t escape - felix seemed to be in a much better mood. she entered the kitchen to see him humming while making breakfast, his smile widening when he saw her.

“morning, precious. sleep well? hyunjin wants to see you in the spare room before breakfast - wouldn’t tell me what though. don’t keep him waiting, yeah?”

“no need, felix.” hyunjin’s voice sounding from behind (y/n) made the girl jump, as she turned to face the taller boy. “situation’s changed. lets eat.”

breakfast went by fairly uneventful, felix barely able to get two words out of hyunjin, while (y/n) kept silent as she slowly ate her food. honestly, nothing interesting happened for a few days after that. it was (y/n)’s third day trapped in the apartment from hell, and a fight had broken out between hyunjin and felix. they were both yelling, spit flying everywhere as they got in each others’ faces, pointing and yelling.

(y/n) tried her hardest to stay out of the way, not wanting to get caught in the middle - or worse, have their anger directed at her. she pottered around the apartment, cleaning up and doing chores in hopes it was dissipate the anger when they noticed. but, god knows, it didn’t. hyunjin stormed off to the bedroom in a huff, and felix stormed out of the apartment, making sure to slma the door extra hard behind him.

it was a few hours later when felix returned to a silent and seemingly empty apartment. he knew he was in the wrong, that he shouldn’t have snapped at hyunjin, but would the older boy really have left with you? and risk everything they’d been working for?

he sighed as he flipped the living room light on, confused when it wouldn’t work. muttering, he tried a few other light switches around the apartment with no luck. what a piss take, why was this happening today of all days?

he reentered the living room, trying to light one last time, before he heard a noise behind him. he stood still for a second, before slowly turning the be greeted by the sight of (y/n) pointing a gun at him. actually, the gun she had used to shoot him in the shoulder, the one she’d stolen from changbin’s house. he chuckled, going to make a move towards her, but stopped when he saw hyunjin appear behind her with a devilish smirk on his face. felix’s face dropped, confusing flooding his features.

“what’s going on?”

“oh, lixie,” (y/n) pouted in faux sympathy. “you didn’t really think you were in control here, did you? hyunie, sit him down for me, won’t you, pretty boy?”

hyunjin moved faster than felix could have anticipated, and before he knew it, the shorter boy was tied to the same chair that (y/n) was when she first woke up in the apartment. his throat went dry as sandpaper when he felt hyunjin press a knife against his neck, his eyes almost bulging out of his head as (y/n) approached them.

“you look confused, love,” she giggled. “let me spell if out for you. i won. this is my game of chess, and i just reached checkmate. hyunjin over here was happy enough to play out my perfect plan, and you were just stupid enough to follow along his words like law.”

“what the fuck is going on, (y/n)? let me go, I’m serious.”

“oh, but i can’t! not when you’re so deeply involved and could spill it all. i mean, after all, i have a storyline to execute and i can’t have you ruin it, so one more persons’ blood on my hands won’t hurt too much.”

as realization dawned on felix’s face, he spluttered, words failing him. all he could do was stare in shock, praying hyunjin’s hand didn’t slip.

“i mean, come on, felix. you’re so keen to prove yourself, and you had no qualms turning to violence and taking a few lives. i let you have your fun to get what i wanted, and now i have no use for you. hyunjin’s different, thought - its always been him, and he was willing to do anything to prove that. i’ll keep him around, but i can’t justify the risk of you going to the authorities, can i?”

it was her all along. felix couldn’t believe it. all of this, all the pain and hurt and anger - it was all by (y/n)’s manipulation. how could he be so foolish? how could he have fallen for her innocent act, all her empty words? and now he was paying the ultimate price.

“put the dust sheets down, hyunjin. i don’t want the ruin the couch.” she smiled as hyunjin taped over felix’s mouth with a large slab of duct tape - effectively silencing his screams. hyunjin quickly followed her words, standing behind her once he was done.

“i’m so sorry, felix. you really did have a lot of potential.”

his eyes widened as the gun was raised again and aimed between his eyes, a single bullet leaving the chamber and going through his skull.

(y/n) sighed, dropping the gun and wiping her hands, grinning as she turned to face hyunjin.

“well, now that’s over, let’s get out of here, baby. i’m thinking somewhere hot - maybe south america.”

hyunjin smiled back, pulling the girl into an intense kiss, his hands caressing her waist.

“we can go anywhere you want, pretty girl.”

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FINAL GHOSTFACE KILLCOUNT: 013

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