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seriowan · 1 year

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between us (fives x gn!reader)

summary: the one where fives and his cyare change their rhythm from rough to sweet and soft ♡

pairing: fives x gn!reader (no mention of pronouns)

warnings: (18+) hurt/comfort smut; use of safe word "red"

word count: 1.2k

a/n: remember folks, communication is key! INSPIRED BY THE LOVELY @captaingregorswife

radio: between us, alina baraz

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He drops his things in the doorway the moment he sees you sprawled on the bed like a homecoming gift. Fives’ mouth falls open before clamping shut, eyes darting up and down as he drinks in your figure — the nakedness of your body; the seduction in your eyes; that teasing little smile…

It pulls him in like a siren’s song. He’s dazed, dropping piece by piece of armor until he’s struggling to kick his boots off. His eyes never leave yours as you curl a finger, giggling when he shucks the black fabric of his body glove over his head. When it comes to his pants, you stop him with an arched brow, crawling to the edge of the bed to look up at his smirk.

“Hey, baby,” you purr, fingertips sliding past the waistband of his pants to slowly nudge them down. “Welcome home.”

He doesn’t speak at first. It’s nothing but a deep, satisfied hum from his chest, tongue flicking to wet his lips as he watches you pull the fabric over the plushness of his thighs and down his legs. He steps out of them and in an instant, pushes his fingers against your shoulder. You’re guided against the mattress, the bed dipping as he climbs over you.

“This is a nice surprise,” he murmurs quietly, dipping his head in the crook of your neck to breathe deeply. His nose caresses up your neck, down the shape of your jaw. His eyes are shut but they open the moment he pulls away to look at you, huffing a breath of disbelief. “You gonna make me wait any longer?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

You open your legs, accepting the weight of his hips against yours with a groan. Fives’ hands are roaming, searching in between your hips until he finds what he seeks — the length of his stiffness, already swollen and waiting to be touched. He’s impatient, rushed hands gripping your hips to pull you farther down the mattress.

You’re holding his gaze when he slips it in, eyes widening at the fullness, the stretch. It drives a groan out of your lips and his, muffled by the kiss he claims. He gives it a moment, a brief second of adjustment, before he begins to buck his hips. Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking against the tense muscles of his ass.

The bed creaks with each thrust. He’s love but he’s dominating, pushing and pulling with the intent to tear and rebuild. To break down and reform. Drunk gasps break between your mouths as they dance, tongues curling and spit dripping. It trickles down your chin as wild and untamed as his thrusts, which only pick up the pace when the faintest whimper of, “Fives,” manages to slip through your lips.

Shocks surge through your legs. Shaking fits cause you to tremble, his fingertips kneading into the skin of your hips as he thrust and grunts and tears his way through every wall that once held him back from touching you.

It’s a sudden shove that causes your eyes to water. Rather than pleasure, it brings the faintest wave of pain that makes you grimace. Fives doesn’t notice as he looks down, watching himself slip inside of you over and over with nothing but impatience and carnal intent.

Your hands slide up and over his shoulders, tears slipping out of the corner of your eyes as the pain bubbles. For a moment, all you can do is gasp until you can’t do anything but rasp, “F-Fives. R-red.”

He pauses immediately, eyes wide as he looks at your face. When he notices the tears, he pulls himself out of you, one hand pressed against the mattress while the other cups the side of your face, tilting your chin upwards. You sniffle, reaching up to wipe the tears that slip when he shakes his head, doing it himself with the pad of his thumb.

“Mesh’la,” he breathes, pinching his brows together in an expression of guilt. “Was I too rough? Do you want to stop?”

“N-No,” you whimper, shaking your head. Cupping both sides of his face, you pull him down to press your foreheads together, your voice soft. “I just got you back… I don’t want to stop. Just… just go a bit softer, okay?”

“You sure?” He asks, bringing your hand up to kiss your palm. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

“You could never,” you assure, gently dragging your leg along his. “Take your time, love. I’m not going anywhere.”

He pulls away to look at you. It isn’t just a glance or a brief graze of his eyes. It’s a long, long stare. The kind of look that brings everything to his eyes — his appreciation and his love. He nods and with a gentle touch, repositions his cock between your legs. With a gentle, easing thrust, he slides into you and it’s unlike anything you experienced before. The fullness comes gradually and his soft touch is like silk. Your body accepts him with ease as he fists the mattress on both sides of your head.

Before he can begin moving, he lowers his head and presses his lips against your ear.

“You’re my good little cyare, aren’t you?”

His thrust is slow — an aching, teasing grind in you, then out.

“Say it.”

You hardly find the strength to speak, uttering the smallest whisper of, “P-Please-”

His chuckle is low, vibrating through his chest and into yours. It sends goosebumps up your legs and down your spine, sweat dripping down your neck.

Again, he moves. Slow and gentle. In, pressing his hips to yours, then out, all the way to his tip.

“Say it,” he demands, soft yet sturdy.

“I’ll b-be your good little cyare…” Your voice is a whimper that makes him smirk against your neck. He presses kiss after kiss, teasing the softest bite against your jugular to make you groan.

“Fucking perfect,” he grunts, driving his hips in and out, over and over again with the softness you ached for. The love you yearned for in his absence.

He’s fucking you with the gentleness of a praising lover, his hands clenching the sheets with white knuckles while his body writhes. Every muscle contracts and flexes, the plain of his back rippling like a river. He keeps his nose against your neck, sucking and licking and biting with restraint. Each smooth buck of his hips is met with a kiss to your jaw… your cheek… the faintest path left behind by the tears in the corner of your eyes.

When his lips meet your forehead, he goes still and you feel him tense within the comfort of your heat. His hips press to your waist, tight and needy yet safe. His breath is a shudder, shaky and blissed as he dips his head to catch your lips in a kiss — one that ends with a bite to your bottom lip.

“Say it again.”

A soft, gentle demand whispered against your mouth.

You look into his eyes and smile.

“I’ll always be your good little cyare,” you murmur, caressing his jaw with the pad of your fingertip. “And you’ll always be mine.”

He hums. “Yeah?”

You nod and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“Then let me show you how good your little cyare can be…”

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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hi!!! i hope this isn’t too late! i was thinking about you opening your requests… how would fives react to his crush being afraid of the dark? hehehe thank you!! enjoy your break!

this was such a fun idea to write, thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoy it!!

words: 1,633

summary: when the power on the base goes out unexpectedly, you’re not happy. thankfully, fives is there to comfort you.

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What To Do When The Lights Go Out Unexpectedly (Cuddle With an ARC Trooper)

It was a stroke of badly timed misfortune that the flashlight you were holding stopped working in the middle of your attempt to rewire something in the engine of one of the gunships. And it just made things worse when you popped your head up to see if there was another one around, only to be greeted with nothing but your workroom in complete darkness.

Immediately, the situation had you on edge. The dark was not something you found comfort in, and your night vision abilities always left much to be desired, which is why you carried a flashlight with you at all times (you’d lost track of how many times you’ve stubbed your toe on a piece of equipment lying on the floor or accidentally walked into a gunship, so you preferred your surroundings to be as bright as they could be).

Not sure what had happened, you elected to stay where you were at the moment. You weren’t sure if this was some kind of drill or test, or if the base had lost power. And if this wasn’t planned, did that mean you were under attack? You knew that the 501st legion were currently stationed here and you were part of a small team of permanent mechanics stationed at this base, your jobs mainly being to fix Republic gunships and other large weapons, but you had no idea what to do if everything was under attack by Separatist forces, as it had never happened before.

After about 10 minutes of staring into nothing but pure darkness, you managed to pull yourself out of the gunship’s engine and make it back down to the floor without any major injuries (at least no one was around to hear you swear to yourself when you almost fell over trying to get safely out of the gunship). It was late at night and the base was in the middle of nowhere, so even opening the window shades would do you no good and probably just injure you more as you attempted to cross the room in complete darkness.

Eventually, you heard the door open, and you sighed in relief as a flashlight beam filled the room. “Is anyone in here?” you heard a trooper ask, and you were almost positive you knew which one it was.

“I am!” you said, and the beam of light moved towards you, letting you get a glimpse of who had just entered the space. “Fives, what is going on?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “We lost power to the entire base, but as far as we’re aware there’s no droids even in this system, so it could be an energy issue or some kind of weather phenomenon.”

“Okay,” you said. “Is there anywhere specific I need to go while we wait for the power to come back? My flashlight stopped working and I can’t really do anything in the dark.”

“Not necessarily, I was just coming to check on you,” he said. “We’re trying to make sure that all the mechanics are safe, and see if any of you know what’s wrong.”

You nodded. “Is it alright if I stay here then? There’s an old couch in the back corner that I can hang out on until the power comes back up. I don’t know if you have other things you need to do, but you’re welcome to stay here too if not.”

There were a couple reasons why you extended the invitation to Fives. One was simple, he had a working flashlight and you didn’t, so you wouldn’t be stuck in complete darkness if he did stay with you, but the second was a little more selfish. While you considered most of the 501st to be your friends, you had a special affinity for the ARC trooper standing in front of you, and lately those feelings have blossomed into something more than friendship, at least on your part. You weren’t sure if he felt the same way about you, but the prospect of spending some time alone with Fives was already distracting you from the fact that it was still very dark in this room, even with his flashlight.

“I don’t think there’s anything I can do,” he said, and you had to keep your face from breaking into a wide smile as he spoke. “Do you have any blankets? The heat kicked off when the power went out and I have a feeling we may need them if this isn’t fixed soon.”

“Yeah, can I borrow your flashlight to find them?”

He nodded, and your hand brushed his glove as you took the tool. Stop being so weird about this, you told yourself as you searched through the tall closet in the room. You’re going to scare him away!

Finally, you found one large blanket, and you handed it off to Fives as you headed over to the couch. Neither the blanket nor the couch was anything special, as they were just things you had managed to scrounge up enough money to buy when you first joined the GAR, but they have proven useful many times over during your time stationed on this base.

You were surprised to see that he had shed the top half of his armor, leaving him in his blacks from the waist up. At that moment, you were glad that there wasn’t too much light in the room, because you would have definitely stared at the way his muscular frame looked in his body glove. But it seemed that even with your good luck in getting him to stay, the galaxy still had some contempt for you, because the moment the two of you sat down, the working flashlight fizzled out. Even after a couple hits against his hand, Fives couldn’t get it to work, and you were back to where you started at the beginning of all this.

“I don’t know if we have any extra lights laying around,” he said, and you could hear shifting as you assumed he looked around. “If you want, I can see if we have any others in the supply closet.”

The idea of spending an extended amount of time completely alone in this (still very dark) room was not one you wanted to entertain, but you also didn’t want Fives to think you were too much of a scaredy-tooka. He probably saw and dealt with much scarier situations than a little power outage, the least you could do is not freak out now. “Okay,” you said, your voice coming out much smaller than you intended.

You had hoped he didn’t notice anything (because after all, he couldn’t really see you that well), but apparently you weren’t that lucky. “Is everything okay?” he asked. “Do you not want me to leave?”

“I don’t know,” you finally admitted after a few moments of deafening silence. “The idea of more light is always good, but I don’t really want to sit by myself in the dark right now.”

“I can stay here then,” Fives said. “I just thought you might want more light.”

“I do, but I also don’t want to be alone right now,” you said. “I’m sorry, I know you probably think it’s stupid to be afraid of the dark.”

“Actually, I don’t,” he said gently, reaching down to take your hand. It was at that moment that you realized you were sitting way closer to him than you had originally thought, and it was a little nerve-wracking (to say the least, he was just so pretty). “Why don’t you lay against me? This way you know you won’t ever be alone in this room.”

You tried to remain cool as you did as Fives suggested, and you almost didn’t notice the way his heartbeat seemed to speed up as you laid against him. For just a fleeting moment, you had a flicker of hope: that he felt the same way about you that you did about him.

That hope only grew as he pulled your hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, but you couldn’t stop the way your whole body tensed involuntarily at the gesture. “Was that alright?” Fives asked, clearly having noticed your reaction. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

In a stroke of bravery you didn’t know you had, you raised your head up to look at him. By now your eyes had adjusted to the darkness so that you could just barely see the outlines of his face, and you leaned up to place an equally soft kiss on his cheek. “No, it didn’t make me uncomfortable,” you said. “It was a nice feeling, I just didn’t expect it.”

“Than how about I make you feel even nicer,” he said, leaning in closer. Now, your faces were just inches from each other and was definitely getting harder to think. “Can I kiss you?”

You desperately hoped that this wasn’t a dream as you breathed out a “yes” in response, and he placed his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, serving as the perfect distraction from the pitch-dark room you were still stuck in, and you couldn’t help the way a soft whine left your lips when he pulled away for air.

“Wow,” you said. Maybe it wasn’t your most eloquent moment, but it sure summed up your current thoughts.

“Yeah,” Fives responded, and you took a little bit of pride in the fact that he seemed equally enamored with the moment as you were. “Can I kiss you again?”

This time, there was no hesitation on your part, and any worry you had about the power still being out melted away completely, because you knew Fives would stay with you as long as you needed him to.

- the end -

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clarks-letterman · 6 months

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How do you think Mike would be in a relationship?

warning -- slight mention on nsfw! (and overall very short, like josh)

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Dating Mike is the equivalent of seeing a diamond in the rough and needing excavator tools to break it out. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done, but you can see the glimmer of a perfect partner shining through to the surface. You’ll have to get your hands dirty and it won’t be easy to hold him in your hands.

You can see his dedication in Abby, how he’s passed down things to her. Sometimes, it was easy to feel like you were learning more about Mike from Abby than the actual man himself. The dishes aren’t always clean, the bed isn’t always made. It feels like you live with a ghost at times.

That’s not to say that Mike won’t be there for you. He will. He’ll try. But his success is limited by his ever-changing job situation and pile of responsibilities. Mike is an endless bout of possibilities, but it would take teamwork to actually see the good results. Abby should be included in that, obviously. Phone calls where he’s supposed to be doing his job and you’re supposed to be watching Abby—but she’s begrudgingly fighting with you for the phone—go about as well as you’d expect.

When it comes to sex, Mike isn’t bad at it by any means. It’s more about when you could have it rather than how good he is. If you come home late, or a date night runs past its stay, then he may already be in bed, asleep. You have to adhere to his schedule for this, or else you may never see it that dick in action. He would try to compensate for being in bed so early by waking up before you do to make your favorite breakfast, or to make sure everything you need to get ready is laid out and in plain sight. Every memory lives inside you, and no matter how small the step is in your daily routine, he won’t overlook if he’s seen or heard it.

But once you’ve settled down and there’s a moment of quiet—basically, the eye of the storm—Mike is clingy. Even asleep, you can feel him stirring, moving closer to you. And when his scruff is rubbing against the skin on your neck as he buries himself impossibly closer into you, you know you’re in for a day of smothering. He stays close to you on those days, either following you on your trail or side-to-side with his fingers interlaced with yours. There’s no in-between.

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dicejpg · 9 months

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You should have left a note - {Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader}

Synopsis: Five is ordered to kill his ex-commission partner. He doesn't want to.

Note: I made this really late at night. I would really appreciate requests for Five :)

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WORD COUNT: 1K

2nd POV:

Five peers down at the paper that bears your name, hands shaky. He was ordered by the Handler--just this morning--to terminate you for immediate extraction.

It’s been a year since you left Five since you left the Commission. He'd been rightfully frustrated since your abrupt departure. He didn't get a note, nor a goodbye. Sure, you two weren’t all that close as partners, but he at least deserved a warning, he thought.

He doesn't know how to feel about the idea of blowing your brains out with his M1935.

You’ve been gone for approximately a year, leaving no trace or hints as to where you may be. But, the Commission finally tracked you down to a small town in New Jersey, 1978.

When he arrives in front of your supposed living quarters, he is taken aback by the rundown apartment complex in front of him. A real shithole. Its bricks are chipped and sun-bleached, presumably from old age. Police sirens and gunshots are audible from a neighborhood away, giving away the unsafeness of the area.

It’s twelve o’ clock at night. Five quietly blinks up to your numbered room. If he remembers correctly from the paper, it's room 395. Third floor, second door to the left.

Your apartment is dark, gloomy. Five does not turn on the lights, not wanting to give away his existence. But, he assumes you’re not home anyways. Your job as a bartender at a rundown restaurant downtown would have you occupied for at least another hour.

He wonders through the confined living space, taking note of a few books scattered on the coffee table, and an unmade bed. There's a small pile of dishes in the sink, a pot and two bowls. There are no picture frames, or wall decor. The room is barren with no personality at all.

Five would not even know that you lived here from the looks of the place.

It smells like you though, he unwillingly notices. He finds it oddly comforting nostalgic.

He’s in the middle of examining some scattered papers on the ground when he hears the jingling of keys outside the door. Along with your whistling.

Five blinks behind a window curtain in no time at all, blood pumping fast. You must have gotten off early.

Your humming becomes more prominent as you enter your living space. The sound of keys being thrown on the kitchen counter makes Five jolt, but he still goes unnoticed.

You make no move to turn on the lights, so Five risks a glance at you.

Your head is blocked by the freezer door, but he notices your disheveled work attire. Some black slacks and an untucked white button down shirt. Your apron hangs on a hook by the door.

When the freezer door is closed, he notices your face. It's the same as when he last saw you, but with sadder eyes and dark eye-bags. His heart sinks, he starts feeling uncharacteristically torn.

He watches you crack open a frozen dinner meal and place it in the microwave. You roll your sleeves up to your elbows while you wait for the food to heat up. Five always thought you had nice, toned forearms. He stares at them, at you.

His eyes are intense, observing as you lean against the counter, stretching and running your fingers through your hair. He feels his stomach knot.

Five was definitely the wrong person for this job. He readys his gun quietly.

You freeze at the almost imperceptible sound of a gun clicking, slowly turning your head in Five's direction. He doesn't see the way your eyebrows furrow because he's fully behind the curtain again.

The microwave beeps quietly, but you make no move to retrieve your dinner.

The sound of footsteps approaching Five's hiding spot makes sweat bead on his forehead. He debates letting himself be caught, but decides against it. Five blinks behind you, aiming his gun.

But you've already kicked the thing out of his hands, fully expecting his maneuver. You tackle him to the ground, gripping his wrists and pinning his legs with yours. Not before kicking the gun far away, under the couch.

"God, of course they sent you, Five." You breathe, glaring down at him in dismay. "The Handler's such a sadistic- I mean, sending my own partner to kill me? Is she kidding?" You ramble is distress, cursing your ex-employer.

Five gazes up at you, swallowing thickly. He fights thoughtlessly against your grasp, but tries nothing else to get loose. He does not want to kill you.

"Let go of me." He warns, feeling fuzzy and not knowing what else to say. His eyes never leave yours.

"Why don't you just blink away? You're fully capable of getting out of this." You accuse, getting close to his face. Your breath tickles his nose. It's minty.

Five hesitates, his eyes fluttering for a moment as he fails to regain his train of thought.

He remains quiet.

"You don't really want to kill me." Your grip on his wrists falters slightly when he doesn't object.

He softly pulls his wrists free, and you let him sit up. But you keep his legs pinned just in case. There is a strangely comfortable silence as you wait for Five to find the words.

"You should have just told me you were going to leave." Five whispers finally. His tone is unreadable. "Or at least left a note."

You look at him with a pained expression. "You're right. I should have." It's something you regretted for months after abandoning him. There is an intake of breath right before you add: "I missed uh- I miss you." You redden, not looking at him.

He exhales with a hidden smile. "Me too."

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beatificwrites · 5 months

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—you suck off sub!mike in his office ★

pairing: sub!mike schmidt x reader

content: porn w/o a plot, smut, no use of y/n, reader has grippable hair, oral male!receiving

“What’re you doing??” his brows furrowed at the feeling of your hand sliding into his inner thigh.

“Don’t mind me.” the corner of your lip curved up and your hand remained in place.

Mike’s doe eyes waltzed aimlessly around the TV monitor as he flicked through the noisy cameras. He was already tired of this stupid job.

Your fingers could not help themselves as they crept closer and closer to your boyfriend’s crotch. Once they had reached jackpot, your hand began to gently rub against his bulge.

A restrained moan slipped out from his mouth, “babe, not here. Not here…” he groaned as you gave him a soft squeeze.

“Pffffft!” you scoffed. “Nobody’s watching.” you proceeded to slowly fondle with his ever-growing bulge.

“Please, I can’t loose this job.” he begged as he clamped his hands on the arms of the chair, knuckles turning ivory white.

“Gosh, you’ve always been super sensitive.” you rolled your eyes and copped a light feel of his sack before unzipping his jeans.

You bit your lips unconsciously at the sight of his precum already seeping through his briefs. Your hand practically led itself up and down his hidden cock.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cream yourself already.” you snickered.

Mike frantically shook his head, but his flushed cheeks gave himself away.

“You need to relax, baby.”

You dropped to your knees and spread his legs further apart for better room. Your hand returned to gently rubbing against his shaft and your ears peaked up at the sound of him steadily sucking in the air through his teeth.

He began to feel your delicate kisses sprinkle all over his dick. He had no option, but to clench his fist to hold back from spilling all of himself too soon for your liking.

His huge eyes watched every move you made, anticipating the next. Ready to get high off of whatever treat you were about to give him.

You admired from below as the man above was spiraling out of control by the second. You had not even put him in your mouth and he was already about to come undone.

“I can’t relax like this-oh god!” he immediately threw his head back as he felt himself spring free and your hand gripping his length. Your touch was enough to send him to the stars.

You took a moment to ogle at his massiveness. You figured it shape-shifts and adjusts to it whatever state its in because your brain still couldn’t comprehend how such a thing could be supported by him all day long.

“Fuck..” he breathed out once your wet lips wrapped around his cock. He laid further back on the office chair and pulled his hoodie and shirt up just a bit.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, before you took it back out and lazily slipped your tongue up and down his length. You took your sweet time coating him in your slobber, testing his patience; your fave thing to do.

You rubbed his thickness with one hand and rested the other on his stomach, particularly his happy trail.

His mumbled curses came to an abrupt stop as soon as you started bobbing your head. With his mouth agape he threw his head back and you sucked as tenderly as you possibly could.

He reached out to guide your head, placing his coarse fingers through your hair. The urge to shove and move you, so you could suck at the pace he wanted you to, was strong. However, he knew he better.

You relinquished his cock for a moment. “grab as much as you want, sweetheart.” you breathed out.

His eyes widened a little, not expecting that from you. You gave a faint smile, deciding he could have his way with you for once.

He clasped a chunk of your hair not a millisecond later; not roughly, yet not gently either.

You hollowed your cheeks and blew twice as hard. “Jesus Christ!” he whined, through gritted teeth, as he pushed you further down. He was seconds away from spilling all of his load into your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..I can’t hold it anymore!” he wailed.

His eyes rolled far back as he felt the intense wave of pleasure wash over his body. His cum spat out non-stop and you graciously took every drop he had to offer. The amount was too much to bare and it would drizzle down the corner of your lips.

You licked the salty stickiness from your bottom lip. Mike marveled, in his disheveled state, at the scene below him. You looked so beautiful right now despite the fact that you had just sucked him off.

You sprung off your knees and shared the taste with him.

“How you like that?” you titled your head as you rasped out.

“mehhh.” he answered with lidded eyes.

You giggled, “you’re so cute.”

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beesonhoneytoast · 6 months

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“I’m hopeless without you.”

♡ Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader ♡

synopsis: on his day off, mike hears that you were involved in some freak accident at work. he wastes no time in getting dressed and driving to your workplace. however, when he calls you, something bizarre happens. cws: hurt/comfort, established relationship, mike being a narcoleptic mess and a disaster pansexual (?), crying, confusing dreams for reality

~800 words | divider creds @firefly-graphics

Mike runs out into the living room, putting on his shirt as he rushed out of his bedroom.

Abby is lying on her stomach watching cartoons but turns her head at the sound of her big brother shuffling around and panting. “Mike?” She called for him.

“Y/n was involved in an accident. I don’t have time to call anyone to watch you, so get your shoes on. We’re going to find them.” He explained, hopping on one foot as he put his shoes on. He grabbed the keys as Abby slipped her little Mary Janes on.

The two Schmidts went outside and Abby rushed to the backseat on the passenger side of Mike’s car.

Mike got the front door of the house locked after a moment (as trying to do anything with trembling hands is understandably very difficult). Mike slammed on the gas after hurriedly backing out of the driveway, and he pulled out his flip-phone, selected your number on it, and put it to his ear. Every time, however, he was sent to voicemail. He left a message every time he was.

“Y/n, it's me, Mike.”

“If you're alive, Y/n, please reach out if you can.”

“Please Y/n, I- I'm hopeless without you.”

“Okay. The third time wasn't the charm, neither was the fourth. Maybe the fifth time will be the one? I dunno. I have no idea if or when you'll hear this, but... Ever since I've known you, I've felt... So at home. You're the only person I know who seems to care about me, and- I… I can't lose you. Please.” Mike said into the phone.

“Mike?” Your voice came from the receiver, laughing slightly.

Mike’s heart nearly leaped out of his ribcage. “Y/N?!” He shouted. He was so alarmed because your voice sounded perfectly okay. “This- isn't some sort of prank, right?” He whispered in denial.

Your airy chuckles came crackling over the phone. “Mike, I'm okay. I'm at work. I just went on break and saw you were sending me like, three or four voicemails. Is everything okay?” You asked him seriously now.

Mike pulled over on the side of the street and teared up in disbelief. He ran a hand through his hair after putting the car in Park.

Abby was very confused by this entire situation. She was looking out the windows with her brows scrunched. “What's going on, Mike?” She asked.

“Ah, I hear a certain little girl is there with you?” You teased.

“Yeah, uh…” Mike mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Listen, I- I have no idea what happened. I just heard you were in danger and I panicked and didn't think things through and-”

“Oh, Mike. I'm coming over to you. Are you out of the house already?” You asked.

“I'm… right next to your work building, actually.” Mike chuckled breathily.

“Ah, I see. I'll be right out, okay?” You told him.

“M’kay.” He muttered, sniffling slightly, causing you to frown.

“I’ll see you outside.” You said before hanging up.

Mike pulled into a parking spot in front of your workplace and you walked right out the front door and trotted towards his car. He couldn't believe it.

There you were, perfectly fine and alive. You got in on the passenger side of the car. “Hi, Mike.” You greeted him softly.

And just like that, the man crumbled, and tears spilled. He hid his face in his hands and his shoulders shook with each sob.

“Oh, come here, buddy.” You cooed, unbuckling his seatbelt and hugging him over the console between the both of your seats. You pet his messy hair softly. Clearly, he had been in a rush to get here to you, for he didn't have the time to brush his hair and get himself tidy. “It's okay. I'm here, I'm okay, I'm alive.” You whispered reassuringly, holding him to your chest as best as you could in this awkward setting of the front seats in his car.

Eventually, you had all gotten home and you made dinner, as you felt obligated to, considering you unintentionally scared Mike that day.

Once Abby was sent to bed, Mike revealed that he had a dream that you had gotten into an accident at work, and to him, it felt so real that he believed it was reality.

“I’m so sorry that happened, baby. Dreams are so weird.” You told him, hugging him for the nth time that night.

Mike had a special little spot under your chin and on your collarbone where he could just bury his face into. He whimpered softly, holding your shirt in his balled fists.

You kissed his forehead softly as he relaxed in your arms, moving his head down so it was now in your lap, resting against your thighs and using them for pillows. You played with his hair and hummed softly, the quiet sound of your singing gently lulling him to sleep, and soon you found yourself joining Mike in the realm of dreams.

>> end.

#five nights at freddy’s movie #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddys #fnaf mike #mike schmidt #hurt/comfort #tw nightmares #tw night terrors #poor little meow meow #poor baby #unemployed #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson simps get y’all’s juice #mike schmidt x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #second person pov

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g0ry0re0 · 2 months

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"Valentine", Mike Schmidt (Five Nights At Freddy's, 2023, Film) - Imagine

Description: You and Mike take the day off for Valentine's Day, spending quality time with one another. / Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

General Notes: Established Relationship (reader lives with Mike and Abby), Gender Neutral Reader (no use of Y/N), Pure Fluff, Second Person POV, Takes Place After The Film's Events (no mention of movie plot, mostly just mentioned for the character and relationship development), Set In The Movie Year (2000), Brief Scene With Abby In The Beginning, Lots Of Physical Touch

Author's Note: The song choice is soooo not original lol, but I love Laufey and had to do something really cute for Valentine's Day (song is linked at the bottom of the post). This was also heavily inspired by a tweet from @/whycraves on twitter (screenshot at bottom of post). Also, my best friend, @anal-spaghetti-monster (I'm sorry lol) helped me choose the gif for Mike! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The morning before posting this, I read @sleepyhutcherson's Mike Schmidt Valentine's Day prompt and noticed a lot of similarities. I just want to throw it out there that this is purely a coincidence and that I reached out to her to confirm that posting this was still okay. Besides that, check out her work as well, as she did an amazing job with a similar prompt!

Word Count: 1,693 Words

"Alright, Abbs, you got everything?" Mike turns around in the car seat to face her.

Your car is temporarily parked by the elementary school curb with a handful of others, you're sitting in the driver's seat and looking back and forth between your boyfriend and his younger sister. This was one of the rare days you and Mike could drop her off at school together, as you had both taken the day off work. The three of you spent an easy-going morning together, not as hectic as it usually is when trying to get ready as fast as possible for work and school. Mike in particular had woken up early and made a small breakfast for you and Abby. He woke you up with coffee and Abby with the promise of bacon, causing you both to rise quickly out of your beds and immediately join him in the kitchen. The time was spent enjoying each other's company and getting ready leisurely before heading out the door.

Abby rolls her eyes playfully and smiles. "Yes, Mike."

You smile as well and add, "Sounds like something you should've asked before we even got in the car. Definitely not when we're already at school."

It's Mike's turn to roll his eyes, but he quickly looks back at Abby.

"And you have your...love- heart candy letter things for your friends?"

"They're Valentine's Day cards, Mike! And, yes," she shakes a pink and red decorated, emptied-out, tissue box filled with cards and candy. "I have them right here."

Before Mike can even think about a response, Abby opens the car door excitedly and jumps out, shouting her goodbyes while running to the school entrance. Mike tries to yell something out the window about staying safe and paying attention to her teacher, but Abby is inside before he can try. You laugh while putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot, Mike still flustered and slightly worried.

"She- she didn't even...I didn't get to-" Mike stutters out, speechless.

"Mike," You laugh again. "She's excited about Valentine's Day and seeing her friends. Can you blame her?" You glance at him, smiling before turning back to the road and continuing your short drive home.

Mike grumbles unintelligibly and looks out the window, but still grabs your free hand that's set on the center console and squeezes it lightly.

Getting out of the car causes a harsh chill to run through your body pulling your jacket around the front of your torso while closing the car door. Mike pulls out his keys and quickly opens up the front door, both out of anticipation for your day together and to get you both out of the cold as soon as possible. You rush in side by side, slightly stumbling and sighing as the warmth of your shared home dethaws your frozen bodies. Mike locks the door and watches you fondly as you remove your scarf, your gloves, your coat, and finally your shoes, leaving them by the front door. Not going unnoticed by you, you smirk while walking towards the living room.

"You're staring again, lover boy." You comment teasingly, walking around the couch and plopping down.

Mike blushes, a little embarrassed, but smiling at the nickname. He removes his excess layers as well, following you to the couch shortly after. He sits directly beside you and wraps one arm around your shoulders, the other snaking around your front, then burying his face into your neck.

A muffled, "I can't help it," vibrates against your neck while Mike rubs his thumb along your hip.

You lean into Mike's embrace, laughing a bit at his breath tickling your neck. He pulls you closer and starts peppering kisses along your neck, the act of affection making you giggle as you lightly try to push him away playfully.

"Mike, come on." You whine, weakly pushing at his face this time, trying to turn him away.

"What? I can't kiss you, my love?" He speaks against your throat again, his smile causing his stubble to scratch your skin a little bit.

You resign, defeatedly leaving your hands to rest on his chest and sighing out of fake annoyance. He leaves quick, gentle kisses along your neck, collarbone, shoulder, and trails up your jaw. Getting closer to your lips, he brings his hand up from your waist to cup your cheek, He finally presses his lips against yours sweetly, the most innocent of kisses, Mike's signature. He was pouring every ounce of his love into this one kiss, taking his time, lips moving slowly against yours. His thumb now softly grazes your cheek as he pulls away a few minutes later. He's got kind of a shy look on his face when you open your eyes.

"I got you something...for today." He whispers, glancing up from your lips to make eye contact.

"You did?" You inquire back, looking up affectionately, but feeling a slight twinge of guilt. "You didn't have to do that."

Mike gives you one final peck on the lips before pulling away. He stands up, grinning.

"Gimme one sec- " He says right before turning and walking down the hallway to your shared room.

You both had anticipated spending the day together, but you didn't expect any gifts. You loved Mike to death, but sometimes you never knew what to expect from him. All that really mattered to you was spending time together, which you didn't get to do often despite living together. If you were lucky, you got to spend time with both the Schmidt siblings, like this morning. Today was about you and Mike, though, and all you wanted to do was cuddle and talk each other's ears off until you couldn't think of anything else to say. Lost in thought, you barely notice as Mike walks back to you, holding a small object. He sits back down next to you, bringing your attention back to him. His body facing you, he smiles nervously and rubs his hand on the back of his neck.

"It's not much, but..." He trails off, holding out the item and presenting it to you.

You look down and your heart melts. In his hand is a cassette tape with your name scrawled on the front. You beam up at him while grabbing the tape, and then you look at your name written in the center. You can tell Mike put a lot of effort into printing your name as nicely as his hands allowed him to, noticing also the miscellaneous tiny, slightly sloppy, hearts surrounding it. You hold the cassette to your chest and look back up at him.

"Michael Schmidt, did you make me a mixtape?" You ask playfully.

He loved hearing you say his name. You can see a light blush spread across his face as he smiles shyly, his hand still anxiously messing with the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I tried- well, it's got, like, songs that remind me of you and stuff. Songs that remind me of us," he stammers, bashfully looking down at the tape. "Do you like it?"

He looks back up at you hopefully, using his other hand to nervously pull at the bottom of his shirt. You smirk and stand up, still clutching the cassette to your chest.

"Well, let's see..." You trail off, teasingly, walking across the living room to the cassette deck near the entertainment center.

A familiar song begins to play and you smile softly now. You turn towards Mike and walk back to the couch, standing over him. He looks up at you quizzically before you reach your hand out to him.

"Wanna dance?"

He looks slightly relieved and grabs your hand, standing up and pulling you to the center of the room. One pair of hands intertwined, his other on your waist, your other on his shoulder. You stare at one another lovingly, almost sickeningly sweet the moment being shared. The tempo of the song didn't matter, you both slowly swayed back and forth, taking in the tranquility of the scene. You squeeze his hand and he squeezes back, rubbing his thumb over yours.

"No one's ever made me a mixtape before," you comment distractedly, most of your focus being on Mike's puppy dog eyes that you loved so dearly. "it's definitely worth however much time you spent on it. When did you get a chance to do this anyway?"

A lopsided smile appears on his face.

"A little too much time," he laughs a little. "And I put it together while you were sleeping the other night. Though, most of the time I spent was thinking of songs to put on it. That took me a few weeks."

You move the hand that was resting on his shoulder up to cup his cheek. Mike leans into your touch and closes his eyes, humming in contentment. You lean forward and capture his lips in a quick kiss, his eyes fluttering in pleasant surprise, kissing you back. You pull away, using the hand holding his face as leverage to start peppering kisses all over his face. You go from the corner of his lips, to his stubbled cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his chin, and finally back to his lips. He smirks knowingly and opens his eyes to look at you.

"What are you doing, love?"

"Paying you back for earlier," you smirk back at him, pinching his cheek before resuming your hand's previous position. "And for the amazing Valentine's Day gift."

You take both of your hands now and place them on the sides of his face. His eyebrows furrow but he's still smiling, both of his hands now placed on your hips to keep you both balanced. You start placing soft, quick smooches everywhere now. Rapidly placing kisses all over his face, causing you both to laugh, smiling against his skin. Your laughter in unison with the music playing sounds like heaven to Mike, knowing that moments like these are rare. Though treasuring the moment, both of you feel tenderness in knowing more memories like these will happen as your merged existences face what everyone craves more of, time.

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#josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #x reader #mike schmidt x gn!reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #x you #imagine #mike schmidt imagine #five nights at freddys #fnaf #fnaf movie #katykat235 #g0ry0re0

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moonyswritinq · 2 months

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diego : "come on, just admit you have a thing for Five."

you : "no, I do not. 'Cause I'm not the kind to fall for a guy who flashes a smile."

five, overhearing : *sends you a smug smile*

klaus : "yes, you are."

you : "yes, I am."

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wist0ragic · 5 months

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#☆ yandere glamrock freddy !¡ headcanons

(this is my first time writing something so bear with me 😭 it was kinda rushed near the end)

cw: possessive behaviour, overprotectiveness, slightly controlling, slight stockholm syndrome, slightly manipulative, typical yandere behaviour you would expect

- for starters as you would expect and just like everyone else would agree, glamrock freddy is a much more tame yandere

- he’s definitely not out for blood and would in no way physically harm you or others unless absolutely pushed to do so (and only then he would hurt others if absolutely necessary)

- but he will absolutely guilt trip you with those sweet eyes of his and insist that he’s the only one who could really protect you and keep you safe from the harsh reality of the world and all of its cruelties

- whether you’re an employee at the mega pizza plex or simply a customer who stops by when they can, you manage to catch the bots eye on day one

- for example let’s say we went with the idea that you were an employee that worked for the massive place, it would be your first day and of course the usual anxieties of starting something new start to overwhelm you a little

- especially since your main duties would be maintenance work on the big four

- and who else but freddy would immediately pick up on the fact that you were nervous on your first day and happily offer guidance and reassurance

- i mean he practically spends the whole day with you glued to your hip, or at least as much as he can, what with being the big man himself

- but as soon as any shows or birthday parties were finally over with freddy would immediately find his way to wherever you were and fret over how you were doing without him

- had you taken enough breaks? did you drink enough water? did you have something to eat on break? have customers and coworkers been nice to you? have his band mates been treating you well? did you miss him?

- all of these are questions that freddy would fire off rapidly due to worry

- eventually, after some time working at the pizza plex, you open up to freddy about how the monotony of work was getting to you

- and that having to deal with shitty coworkers and customers five days a week was utterly exhausting

- that’s when the idea clicked in the bots head

- freddy could tell you were tired and so who better than him to rescue you from all of that stress and nonsense?

- he just knew that he was the only who could keep you happy and content, even if that meant locking you away in his room

- “but superstar… you shouldn’t have to worry about such silly things like work. you’re too precious to be so stressed out and tired. so let me take care of you from now on. I promise I can make you happy in here with me. It’ll be just us…. forever and ever”

- and a part of that delusional offer does sound tempting you have to admit, to have the glamrock freddy care for you and look after you, but at the end of the day escape still lingered in the back of your mind

- the same could be said if you were a customer as well

- only difference is that freddy would have first met you after his performance, he recognized you from all the cheering you did, it was incredibly endearing

- after that freddy would eagerly wait for you, counting down the days until your next visit and celebrating each and every time you stopped by

- but he would still just as easily find a way to convince you to come with him in his room to spend time together

- “come on superstar! it’s been too long since we last got to hang out, let’s catch up in my room! i have plenty of time before my next show”

- and who wouldn’t trust the big ol’ sweetheart?

- that’s when you would find yourself with the door locking heavily behind you and freddy managing to slip you a nighttime candy or two

- “shhh now superstar, i’ve got you, you’re finally safe now with me” and that would be the last thing you hear before your whole world slowly fades to black

“we were meant for each other, no one else can love you the way i do, so let’s stay together forever…. alright?”

#yandere #yandere writing #fnaf #fnaf yandere #yandere security breach #yandere glamrock freddy #yandere headcanons #fnaf yandere headcanons #fnaf sb yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere fnaf x reader #yandere security breach x reader #gender neutral reader #five nights at freddys #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #<3 #my writing

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justmatches · 6 months

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Mike Schmidt × Reader

Body Worship, Strongly implied thigh kink-- he is absolutely infatuated with you

- He's in love with your thighs. Squeezing, gripping, smacking -- any way that he can get his hands on them, he takes. He loves the way that your soft skin molds to his fingerprints, soft indents becoming purple bruises as he adds just a bit more pressure. The redness that blooms across the delicate surface as he smacks them makes him shudder, and the small ripple from the impact causes his breath to catch in his throat.

- He likes tracing circles into the soft skin as you drift off to sleep, his calloused fingertips causing your mind to slow and calm to fill your chest. Sometimes he'll pull you close to him, chest to chest, and hike your leg up over his hip as you both drift off to sleep, just to feel the extra warmth and security of you on and around him. The nights that he pulls you closest are the ones where he wakes up rested, no nightmares having plagued him through his rest.

- He loves resting his head atop your thighs, the soft, warm flesh cushioning his head when you lay on the couch after an excruciatingly long day. Your hands slides gently into his hair, nails massaging and scratching at his scalp, causing small breaths and sighs to escape from him. You comfort him so much that he's even fallen into a soft sleep a couple of times; you can always tell when his breathing changes.

- Most of all, he loves getting his head between your thighs. Hearing soft sounds pour out of your mouth feels like heaven as his hands dig into your flesh, his short nails lightly scraping into the skin. He loves how he can flatten and swirl his tongue across and around your sacred parts, your sweet juices dripping down his chin as his hand slides around your thigh, bringing a rough finger to your entrance.

- God, he loves those noises you make.

#mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #x reader #gender neutral reader #this is my first time writing something like this so I'm sorry im advance #first post core

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yunxi-11085 · 10 months

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"Your blood, is my life"

˚ · .↝ words : 1265

˚ · . pairs ¡ jing yuan x gn!reader

˚ · . sypnosis ¡ “ you're a vampire working on a mission in . and whilst injured you encounter the general of the Xianzhou alliance.

you're in need of blood to heal, and the general offers it"

₊˚ପ⊹ tw ¡¿ : blood drinking, injured reader, st*bbed, mentions of blood

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@ send me an ask if you want to be tagged in my stories!!

You were in the middle of a battle when the monster suddenly threw a knife to your stomach. It felt okay in battle mostly because of your healing abilities. but you did not expect it to dig deeper and leak more blood.

"huff.."

you hold onto a nearby wall for support after running away from the monster you couldn't beat— especially when you were severely injured with a knife in your stomach.

you work with the stellaron hunters and were in a mission to clear out a few monsters in the side so blade and Kafka could easily rush back, per elio's script of course.

though elio never told you why you had to come here in the first place, you were so sure that blade could easily bring those monsters to the otherworld without moving a bit.

as you walk, the knife digs in as well. you groan in pain. you lean against the wall and attempt to pull the knife out. sources say you shouldn't pull out the knife if you were stabbed

but— you weren't human. you couldn't die like a human would.

you were born a vrykolaka, or something easier to say is vampire. you thrive on blood to survive, and to heal.

one cup of animal blood can save you on weeks of hunting, and more to survive for months without needing to refill

but right now, you were losing too much blood you were sure drinking animal blood isn't going to save you. and the only plausible solution is drinking human blood— which you don't really like to do.

something about drinking the blood of the species you live with and interact with....

nope! you were definitely not going to drink anyone's blood. best believe you just die of blood loss then.

was this in elio's script too?!! to get stabbed and die??

as you slowly but agonizingly pulled the knife out.

unknowingly, someone was observing you, from the skies(?)

finally, the knife was pulled out and a pool of blood was on the ground below you.

you lean backwards hoping to relieve some of the pain. before you get a message from silverwolf.

SW: hey you doing good?

Me: no

SW: anyways elio said you have to leave that area rn because someone is coming

Me: who?

Silver wolf went offline

you grip your phone and sigh loudly, so much work for someone who stays in their room tapping a bunch of codes.

you rip off a piece of your jacket and wrapped it around your abdomen where the wound is, and you stand up and start walking in a route where people won't spot you.

it'd be nice to have a breather once in a while...

well if only you didn't have a wound on your abdomen.

you wander in a circle and realize— the monster you just fought, was now cowering on the floor in pain.

how? did someone manage to defeat it so fast?

you were so sure that you only took 5 minutes.

you walk closer, though your head spins. and you see a speck of gold.

your first thought was— Jing Yuan, one of the seven arbiter-generals of Xianzhou Alliance. he was well-known for his lightning powers that strike of gold.

how did he get here? aren't generals supposed to be stuck in their offices drowning in work instead of wandering about? especially when matters like these, the cloud knights should be doing?

footsteps came from behind you and you whipped your head to see the said man walking towards you.

you stand there clenching your weapon, preparing for battle if it happens.

"I'm not here to fight"

Jing yuan raises his arms up, you stare at him and he grins. "don't worry, you nor the stellaron hunters are wanted criminals now."

*oh*

they finished that quick? then why did elio even want me to come here?

"then, why are you here? do you want to chit-chat?" you said lowering your weapon.

to your surprise, he nodded.

"say, I had been quite interested in you."

he stepped closer

"you're a vrykolaka, aren't you?"

you flinch, "how did you know?" you said eyeing him suspiciously. only few people know that you are a nearly extinct species that thrive on blood to survive.

the only people who know of your actual species— are the stellaron hunters, your deceased friend, and...

"no worries, I dare not to tell anyone. if possible we could have a simple chat" his voice snapped you outu of your thoughts and you looked at him, scanning him of any ill intention, there being none.

you simply nodded, he smiled and walked closer to you.

"it appears you may have been injured, do you need a hand?"

no, was the simple answer. you didn't like people getting into your business, especially someone you don't know and the general of the ship you were on

"are you sure?" he said,

then— you smell the scent of sweet—

your fangs came out, your eyes turn red and you back away, noting that the general just— there's slight blood blooming from his hand. fuck, this is bad

you're losing control, and you're losing blood too.

you didn't smell his blood earlier, did he just cut his own hand??!!

".. get away... from me general.." you said slowly and backed away covering your nose with your sleeve. taking in large breaths as you attempt to steady your self-control to not just grab the general and munch on him like a hungry dog

"if it's too much for you, I'd like to help."

"n, no its—"

gosh, that smells so good

"it's fine, don't worry."

you didn't realize you were now biting into the hand of the general of the ship.

his blood tasted— so, so good. it's been a while since you tasted human blood and the last time you did, it had an unpleasant rotting taste. probably because you had no other choice but to drink a corpse's blood for survival.

you were thankful, atleast that Kafka provided you proper blood to drink.

this one, you knew the general is really healthy and takes care of his body well.

your eyes glowed red everytime you suck the blood out of his hand,

your abdomen, the injury started to slowly close up. a slight stinging pain but you felt worse.

"there there, we have all day" the general said, you completely forgot you were still munching on the hand of the general.

just as you were about to let go to keep your pride, his other hand reached and patted your back.

I'm not a baby drinking milk!!!

(you sorta are)

you groan and glare at him before you finally unbared your fangs and your hunger was depleted.

you look down at the wound at your abdomen and sighed in relief when it is finally healed.

"um... sorry if I drank too much of your blood, general." you look up at the unfazed general

"it's just a small amount of my blood, no worries. I'm glad to have been of help to you"

a small amount? that little to heal such a grave injury?

you wonder if the general's blood is godly or something. he is a long-living species after all.

the general holds your hand and says, "say, would you like to have tea together sometime?"

this damned general

"of course, though I'm busy now." you said

"then we shall part ways for now, I await your notice"

you nod, though you said one last thing beforehand. "in our otherwise next meeting, bring a healer instead"

end note ¡ had the idea and I wrote it today, strangely enough I always complete a story on Tuesdays because I don't have to go to school or work today this is a kind of cringy fic so I'm now jumping into a cave to die tyvm.

feel free to give me more ideas to cringely write 🤪

imagine elio made you do the mission in order to find your future husband, ah....

crossposted on AO3 ¡ here

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Or a drabble with Fives, something with just cuddling, having a quiet moment. 💖✨

some more tooth rotting fluff for you :)

words: 584

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It was a rare luxury to open your eyes and see your lover next to you in bed, his arm wrapped around your waist and your head laid on his bare chest. It wasn’t often that you got to see him for more than a few days every six or eight weeks, as you didn’t get to pick the leave schedule for the 501st, and you were at the mercy of the powers that were when it came to how often you would get to see your boyfriend.

You didn’t want to wake him, because getting up late was such a rare thing in the life of an ARC trooper, as was the plush mattress and copious amount of blankets and pillows that currently resided on your bed. He often told you it was like going to sleep on a cloud, and that the bunks on the Resolute could never hold a candle to the soft bedding in your tiny Coruscant apartment.

You shifted slightly, stifling a yawn as you snuggled closer to him. Clones always had a higher body temperature compared to nat-borns, and you took full advantage of that fact as often as you could. Snuggling up with Fives was quite possibly your favorite thing to do in the entire world, and you never wanted to give it up at this moment.

Your eyes were half open when he finally stirred, and you felt a soft kiss being placed on your hairline. His lips lingered for longer than usual, and you just sighed in content. No words needed to be exchanged this early in the morning, he was here, and you were together, and that was all that mattered.

But of course the peace was always interrupted by something, and this instance was no different. His comm began to beep incessantly from the nightstand next to the bed, and you really wanted to take it and throw it out the window before it told you that Fives had to leave.

“Hello?” Fives asked as he pressed the answer button on the device.

“We’re leaving for another deployment in an hour, you need to get your shebs over here.”

You liked Captain Rex, he seemed like a nice guy and was fun to talk to on nights out, but right now you wanted to strangle him.

And Fives clearly felt the same way, if the sigh he heaved was any indication. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll be over there in a little bit.”

“You need to get here now.” Rex sounded tired, and you wondered what kind of crazy things he had to deal with last night while the rest of the battalion went to 79’s. “Untangle yourself from Y/N and get a move on.”

You would have objected, but he was exactly right. Fives promised to be at the docking bay within a half hour before hanging up, and then he turned to you. “I’m sorry cyare,” he said softly. “It looks like I have to go now.”

“It’s okay,” you said, despite the fact that you didn’t really think it was. “I enjoyed all the time we spent together.”

“Me too, and hopefully I’ll be back sooner rather than later.”

You nodded, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I hope so too. Now go, before I get too attached and try to kidnap you.”

He just laughed, stealing another quick kiss before he got up and started to collect the pieces of his armor from the floor.

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adonisbeloveds · 6 months

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SB animatronics as house pets

Gl Freddy: big doggo .Would follow you everywhere, your making food? he's at your feet, your watching tv? he's in your lap, your home from work? he's at your door, the most loyalist and goodest boi ever .Best cuddle buddy ever, if your sad or just needs some cuddles call him and he will be there faster than light, he just doesn't want you sad :( .Hungry little guy, he needs all the food you have in your house, give it all to him you can't say no to his face can you?

Monty: protective doggo .You have to take him everywhere, you don't have a choice because the moment you say your leaving he's already waiting at the door .Likes to be dressed up in glasses and those dog pants, also loves the water so have fun trying to dry him off after a bath :D! .WILL jump ontop of you if your laying down it doesn't matter where you are laying because next thing you know he's ontop of you and isn't thinking of getting off until you force him off .If someone is looking at you, even a glace you know this boy is going full feral mode, barking, growling, chasing, scratching you name it and don't even get started if its another animal..

Sundrop: clingy cat .They are on you 24/7 no matter what your doing, its best to work from home or you will come back to a smol sad kitty D: .It doesn't really care about anything apart from sticking to you and random things, oh also play with them every once and a while! They are a very hyper kitty y'know~ .Please don't get mad at it if they accidentally break something! They were just playing and knocked it over! You won't yell at it right? :(

Moondrop: Your classic cat .The most agressive yet attention wanting cat ever, they would knock something over just because it knows you will look at them, and if you don't? it will follow you everywhere while meowing and maybe scratch you if it gets fed up .Loves cuddles, only is ever calm when theres cuddles and sleep, will lay down on you to force you asleep and if you struggle with not being able to sleep? let the purring commense! .Gets jealous very easily, what do you mean you where petting another cat? they thought they were your only cat >:( maybe your furniture needs some scratches to teach you better

Don't ask where this came from, I don't know either(◑_◑)

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blossomsl0ve · 2 years

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Y/n: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Five: Stop romanticizing the past.

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Klaus*

Klaus: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Y/n: My life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like.

Y/n: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Klaus : Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Y/n: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Klaus : The cow???

Y/n: What?

Five: Klaus , W H Y?

Y/n: Is having a penis fun?

Viktor : It has its ups and downs.

Klaus : Sometimes it’s a little hard.

Diego : It’s a pain in the ass.

Five : Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on.

Y/n: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Klaus : ... Your what?

Y/n: My friends.

Five: Are they saying “friends”?

Viktor : I think they're being sarcastic.

Diego : No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Y/n! All of your friends are in this room.

Y/n: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

Luther : I was thinking I'd do some magic-

Diego : You? Magic? Luther, it says talent show.

Y/n, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day!

Klaus : I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar,

Klaus : Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?!

Y/n, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS

Klaus : ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?!

Klaus : YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND

Y/n, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ

Y/n: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Luther : Oh, you’ve been?

Y/n: Once. In Monopoly.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 1 year

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Ooh hcs for a jealous and possessive Five

This turned more into headcanons for an overly protective Five than anything else, so I'm sorry about that 😅

Five Hargreeves when he's jealous

Warnings: slightly insecure Five, over protectiveness, jealousy/possessiveness, swearing, slight nsfw near the end

Five can get over protective fairly easy, and more often than he'd like to admit

It's not that he doesn't trust you, per say; he's just so used to the painful feeling of having someone he loves ripped away from him that he kind of expects it to happen again with you

However, he's not one to be overly sentimental unless he's drunk so he typically masks these deeper feelings and emotions with being overly jealous and pretty possessive as well

He won't deliberately talk shit about someone (not to their face, at least) or try to mess with one of your friendships on purpose, but he does want to have at least a brief run down on who you're hanging out with

He worries a lot more than he should, especially after what happened with Leonard/Harold. He would never want you to be hurt or betrayed by someone who you trusted and thought cared about you

He just really loves you and wants to keep you safe, always </3

A lot of the time his over protectiveness can come off as jealousy and being possessive over you, and while that is sometimes the case you know he just does it because he cares

When he's truly possessive over you/jealous of someone, it definitely shows

An arm on the small of your back or around your waist, biting passive aggressive comments, an intentionally mean glint in his eyes- these are all things he does in order to let the other person know you're his and he's yours, and they'd better back off if they know what's good for them

Five doesn't feel the need to do those things unless either a) you're uncomfortable by someone's advances or b) whoever's hitting on you just can't take a fucking hint and respectfully decide to leave you alone

If you're flirting with someone on purpose in order to get his attention, he'll have a much different approach

Like I said before, he trusts you, and knows you'd never let it get too far, so it's pretty easy for him to tell when you're just trying to tick him off

He'll let it go on for a little while, watching from a distance, then finally intervene when he can't take your teasing any longer

Once he's whisked you away to a more private area, he has no problem showing you just who you belong to

Expect several bite and scratch marks, hickeys, and bruises on at least you (although he'd certainly appreciate it if you shared his sentiment and left some on him as well)

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khami-the-raccoon · 6 months

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Hi!

Could you do Five Hargreeves x Gn!Reader? Reader has the same personality as Will Graham, but has bad memory. Like they always need someone to remind them about what happened or what was planned.

(Ex. Everyone is meeting up at a random place, but a few hours later Reader forgets about it and everyone is wondering where Reader is.)

Hello! Thank you so much for your request! I loved your idea :)

Five Hargreeves x forgetful! GN Reader

Summary: Five Hargreaves x GN reader, who is very forgetful, and also is reserved, and often has strange dreams. All of this leads to them being isolated from their family. Until their boyfriend Five helps them be able to socialize better.

Word count: 772

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Y/N was known for their smart mind, serious demeanor, good heart, their power to recreate the past in their mind, and an unfortunate tendency to forget things. Y/N was very forgetful, they used to forget events, meetings with their family, birthdays, and so on.

Also, they would often have really bad and vivid dreams, which would make them feel anxious and isolated. Most of the time, they would try to help others by using their powers to recreate the past in their mind, but afterwards, the dreams haunted them for whole nights. Their mind was sensible with the traumatic things they saw while using their powers.

But amidst the chaos, Y/N found solace in the arms of Five Hargreeves, the time-traveling genius, who was always there to remind Y/N of important events they forgot. And of course, accompanied them through hard days when Y/N would feel anxious and even scared because of all the dreams they had in the night.

One sunny morning, Y/N woke up feeling unusually groggy. As they rubbed their eyes, they realized that today was something important, they could feel it in their heart. However, Y/N's memory had betrayed them once again, and the details of whatever they had to do slipped away like sand through their fingers.

They started feeling anxious, they were scared of disappointing their family again. The Hargreaves family was usually very punctual, and would often be angry or at least upset when Y/N came late to a meeting or forgot it completely.

“We had booked a table in a restaurant for today, and you forgot it again. Do you know how far in advance we made the reservation? I'm sure you don't care because you only think about yourself.” That was what Diego said the last time Y/N forgot about something. That made them feel so bad about themselves, that they avoided their family the rest of the week, so, they didn’t want that to happen again, but they had forgotten the details of today’s meeting completely.

Meanwhile, the Hargreeves siblings were already sitting at a table in a restaurant to have breakfast together, eagerly awaiting Y/N's arrival. Confusion filled the air as they wondered where Y/N could be. Diego looked very upset, Klaus cracked jokes to lighten the mood, and Viktor was quietly observing the commotion.

Five, with his sharp mind, noticed the worried expressions on his siblings' faces. He knew it was up to him to find Y/N and make them remember. Determined, he teleported back to the Hargreeves mansion, and made his way upstairs to his and Y/N’s shared bedroom.

Opening the door, Five found Y/N sitting on the edge of the bed lost in their thoughts. Concern etched his face as he approached them, gently placing a hand on their shoulder. "Hey, love. Are you alright?” He asked gently.

Y/N looked up, their eyes filled with confusion, vulnerability, shame and worry. "I... I don't remember something important, do I?"

Five nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "There's a family meeting today, and everyone's been waiting for you. But don't worry, I'm here to help you remember."

Y/N's face brightened as they realized Five was their anchor in the storm of forgetfulness. "Thank you, Five. I don't know what I'd do without you."

With a tender glint in his eyes, Five took Y/N's hand and teleported both of them back to the restaurant. As they entered through the door, the Hargreeves siblings turned their attention towards the couple. Relief washed over their faces as they saw Y/N, safe and sound.

Luther let out a sigh of relief. "There you are, Y/N! We were starting to worry."

Y/N smiled sheepishly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "Sorry, guys. My memory's been acting up again." They said.

Allison chuckled warmly. "It's alright, Y/N. We're just glad you're here now."

As the meeting started, Y/N leaned against Five, feeling his presence comforting. Five whispered reminders in their ear, helping them contribute to the discussion. The warmth of their love and the support of their family enveloped Y/N, making them feel whole.

Later that day, as Y/N and Five were back at the mansion, they walked to bed to cuddle. Y/N was laying their head in Five’s chest, their eyes closed. “Thank you for everything you do for me, Five… I love you” Y/N said, their voice quiet.

Five smiled and kissed Y/N head, caressing their hair comfortingly before saying “I love you too”.

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