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sprout-fics · 9 months

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have you ever dabbled in Omegaverse CoD?? If you’re comfortable I’d love some spicy headcanons about Alpha 141 with their Omega reader 🤭

Oh don't even get me STARTED-

Omegaverse TF141 Headcanons

(Part One: How it Begins)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Emergency heat, Illegal suppressants

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So first of all, I have a hard time imagining all four men are alphas

Primarily because I believe in the gospel that is Omega Soap

The idea of being underestimated because of his designation, of being rebellious of authority due to it and rising the ranks to prove his commanding officers wrong, of possibly even concealing himself because of the stereotypes involved is GOLD

Soap is also an attention whore, is very tactile and affectionate and outgoing, and I just feel like Omega suits him better than Alpha or Beta

We don't need to argue about Price. This man is an Alpha. No debate. Assured. Commanding. Feral. Protective. Yet gentle and indulgent when he can be.

Gaz I think can be pretty versatile, but for the sake of team dynamics and figuring out how they all blend together, Beta suits him best. He's calmer, keeps his cool under fire, and is in many ways more emotionally attuned than Soap. He's a steadying presence that's needed within the volatility of the other three, and they adore him endlessly for it

Ghost, for the sake of these headcanons, is an Alpha. However I think there's a whole realm of exploration in regards to him being a hidden omega. Details on that at a later time.

You, however, are an Omega

You, like Soap, concealed your designation in the military to avoid questions. You take a rigorous amount of suppressants, allow yourself to be perceived as a beta. Under the radar. Quiet. Reserved. Trying to not draw attention.

That changes when you're in the field with the 141 and things go very very badly.

It's an extended mission. You'd packed a month's worth of heat suppressants, can live off the lower quality ones given in supply drops along the way. You're there as an asset, a specialist, and there's a distance between you and the team that you don't mind. As long as you don't attract their attention and reveal yourself things will be fine

Except they aren't fine. In fact, they go to shit

Your camp is ambushed. You lose your kit in the scuffle, try to scramble for it under the hail of gunfire but Ghost grabs you by the scruff and snarls to leave it

You have no choice. You're hauled away, watching your kit vanish into the darkness, your heat suppressants alongside it

It takes a few days for the effects to settle in, and when they do it's hard

You haven't had a heat in years, and the withdrawal of the supplements you've been swallowing gives you a withdrawal whiplash that sends you into a delirious, feverish haze

You try and push them away, try and say you're fine, but you've been made

Soap is the first to figure it out. He knows that scent like he knows himself. He plays arbitrator alongside Gaz, tries to keep you hydrated and fed, keeps Ghost and Price well at bay. They're respectful, of course, sympathetic no doubt, but they're glad for Gaz and Soap running interference

Unfortunately it becomes clear pretty fast that things are quite dire

You've been taking illegal suppressants for far too long in an attempt to conceal your designation. They're illegal for a reason, because once your supply runs out, the heat you go through could be fatal

Price intervenes first

He's gentle, reassuring, firm in your feverish, wrecked state. You look at him with watery eyes, drink in his scent and beg him please-

He gives you what you need. Slow, firm thrusts, dragging wanting little cries from you as he ruts you with precise, rolling presses of his hips into yours

He has Gaz on standby, makes sure that his captain doesn't hurt you, doesn't lose himself. Your head is braced on his lap, your tears of pleasure wiped away by his thumbs as he hushes you "I know. I know doll. You're okay. Gonna take care of you."

It's not enough. You're consumed by sickening heat, and eventually Ghost is forced to step in too

He fills the ache in way Price is reluctant to, refuses to do as your superior officer. Ghost involves himself in the role, tells himself it's to save you, to keep you alive

But when you moan and whine under him so pretty like that, he has a hard time holding back

After, Soap holds you, shushes into your hair as you whimper and whine, as Ghost and Price debate about abandoning the mission so they can call for med-evac. It's Soap's hands on you that help quell the ache, provide a brief respite from the all consuming blaze inside you

It takes days for your heat to settle, and in those days you're lost in a buttery haze of flesh and wetness and moans as the men try and see to you, try and tell themselves it's only clinical, try to refuse the fact that they're falling for you

You wake up back at base, and in the days that follow you barely leave your room, waiting for you to be called down to someone's office and dismissed from your role, turned out of the military for hiding your designation

Instead you're summoned by Price, and in his office are the others

"No one will ever know." He promises you, low and sincere. "You have our protection as long as you want it."

You know years later that this was the moment you accepted your fate, took a single step towards them that would lead to the claims against your skin, each of them bearing your own mark in turn. Claimed.

In this moment you look up at them, again echo that singular desperate plea for them to stay.

"Please."

#poly 141 x reader #omegaverse #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #omegaverse dynamics #thursday night thots #I have many. Many thoughts about omegaverse 141 dynamics #I have invested far too much time into this please PLEASE don't get me started #gender nuetral reader

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sagi-tori-ous · 7 days

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Older Boyfriend Price was very active, willingly—of course his line of work needed him to be in tip top shape but he enjoyed a multitude of things that kept the body moving.

Hiking, Running, Swimming, Fucking, etc.

There wasn't much he wasn't capable of doing and he loved to extend the gesture your way.

The waves traverse down the rigid rocks in a continuous fashion, the sound whooshing through your ears, reminiscent of one holding a conch shell to hear the sea.

Your knees were on a grassy patch of land, a numbness setting in but you couldn't bother to care at the moment.

How could you be able to care when your face was being stuffed with Price's cock?

His hands had bunched up your hair without a care, messing whatever hairstyle it was in as he tugged your head farther back to sink every inch of his fat throbbing length down your greedy throat.

"Hungry thing aren't ya'?" He chided, in awe at how easily you throated him.

You could only moan around him, there wasn't anything to disagree about, if you could keep his cock stuffed down your throat you would.

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tartaroooo · 23 days

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One More Night

Hookups were supposedly a one- time thing. A way to have fun without getting attached.

So why the fuck does he keep coming back to you?

Scaramouche x Gn!Reader

A/n: A quick edit of a draft I've had in my notes for a while now.

Art credits: ike_0910

Warning: Slight nsfw, cursing

Scaramouche despises hookups.

To be tangled within the sheets with a complete stranger, the idea repulsed him to no end. Honestly, it was rather pathetic. It was nothing more than a desperate act of attention. A despondent call to those terrified of estrangement. But archons forbid, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit curious.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try at least once?

Besides, stress has been eating him up lately. He needed a way to clear his thoughts and forget. To let go and revel in the pleasure of losing himself in his inhibitions.

But there must be something wrong with his hookup. Weren't they supposedly a one- time thing? A way to have fun without getting attached?

So why the fuck does he keep coming back to you?

Why does he insist on keeping you on his bed, with a part of him wishing you'd stay there forever?

He hated this so much.

Words can’t express how much he loathes this thing referred to as attachment. He refuses to let his emotions run rampant again and undergo the heartbreak of treachery. He’s been betrayed three times. He’s not letting you be his fourth one.

Yet here he was, in bed with you for the 5th time this week, lips locked in a fiery fit of passion. Your wrists were pinned above your head, it was scary how he didn’t want to let you go. How despite his repugnance towards devotion, his hypocrisy ruled with the thoughts of keeping you in place.

"You taste so fucking good…", he mumbles as his breath brushes against your lips. Your skin was redolent of fresh lemon with the base of woody amber, the bed sheets stained with the scent of your perfume. The air was heavy, choking the last of his self-control. He eyes you, taking shallow breaths underneath him as you tried to catch your breath. He couldn’t help the twitch of his lips as you never fail to provide him with the dopamine of having control. He dives in for another kiss, this time devoid of passion and merely fueled by his hunger. Hunger for you. For the delightful moans that slip out your pretty, little mouth when he pounds relentlessly into you. For the way your body arches when he rakes his fingernails across your smooth skin, all the while his hips snap forward to hit that spot deep within you. A certain area only he knows that would drive you crazy.

He was obsessed with this feeling.

He knows that he should've let you go already, that this is something that shouldn't be happening. But dear archons forgive him because being wrong never felt so right. You were like a poison who seeped into his veins, rewiring his brain to be filled with thoughts regarding you and you alone. You collapsed the building of his very morals, turned everything he stood up for into non-existent debris.

"One more night…" He mutters, burying his face into the crook of your neck. It would be a comforting gesture, if not for the fact that he sinks his teeth into your skin and gnaws on it like a piece of meat. He’s sure that's going to leave a mark tomorrow yet it doesn’t stop the sinful moan that escapes your throat, an invitation for him to keep going. And he will most definitely keep going. His sense of judgement disintegrated when you hooked your arms around his neck, reciprocating his intense desire that tarnished both your bodies and short circuited your willpower. Nothing else mattered. Just you and his desire to have his way with you until he's satisfied.

A low chuckle escapes from the confines of his throat as he saw how much of a mess you became. A mess that belonged in his museum of you, framed, sculpted or whatever way its preserved. With a smirk that seemed to widen every passing minute, his fingers lightly trace the curve of your spine.

He just couldn't get enough of you.

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strawbeelemonade · 10 months

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ROMANTIC IMAGINE: Miguel O'hara visits you when you call in sick

i know how to write things other then headcannons i swear. theyre just so EASY. you can request actual fics lmao. promise! This was intended as romantic btw, but you can interperate this however you want!

WARNING: descripion of wounds/blood, description of burns, overprotectiveness,

Miguel lands on your balcony with a heavy thump, his landing was a little awkward from trying to swing with only one hand, but he managed well enough. The Tupperware in his hand looked a little worse for wear, though.

Almost every fibre of him wanted to turn around and forget about this, but he knew he couldn’t bring himself to, he needed to know you were ok.

You had called off sick from work yesterday, and you didn't show up today either. In all the time you were working at Alchemex you’ve never done that before. The secretary had told him you sounded like you were in a lot of pain over the phone, so it was obvious you were unwell in some way or another. He’s been worried ever since.

This felt stupid. Over dramatic, even. But he’d gone to his brother for advice, and this is what he had given him: Their moms classic Pozole recipe, The same recipe him and his brother ate while growing up. Obviously Miguel protested, adamantly. he hadn’t cooked for anyone in a very long time. He wasn’t even sure if he’d still be able to… His brothers response?

“Do you want my help or not?”

So Miguel scrounged around the kitchen for what he needed. He squinted to read his mothers old chicken scratch from all those years ago. He put in the work, as uncomfortable as he felt, And He packaged it and come all the way here.

And now he didn’t know how to go forward.

He had never felt more out of his element in his life. As he Stood outside your window with the soup in his freakish claws he realised he didn’t know where to go from there. He hadn’t thought further than this point. What would he say when he gave it to you? What would he even do after that?

He had to awkwardly shimmy through the window with the Tupperware in one hand, almost stepping on a cable stretching across the floor. “Fuck—“

the hinges creaking offensively as he pushed down your open window and he cursed, shutting it as delicately as possible. When he heard your voice ring out from behind him he tensed.

“Uh, Hey Miguel!” You call from the bathroom. He breathed out the puff of air he was holding in. No turning back now.

“…Hey,” he called, not knowing where to begin. “…I brought you a little something.”

He makes his way to where he heard your voice coming from, and pauses briefly by your kitchen counter. He looks down at the soup in his hands.

…He could just leave it here, that would be less humiliating for everyone, wouldn’t it? He knew you were ok, now. He heard your voice, so you were alive. He did what he came here to do. He could turn around right now and escape while you were still in the bathroom.

But something stops him. A little smell wafted by his nose briefly. It was brief. It was faint. But it was there and it made him pause.

So he sits the soup on the counter quietly, but he doesn’t turn around. He walks further down the hall and takes a deep breathe. The smell is clearer now. Miguel gets a bad feeling.

He picks up the pace and pulls off his mask to get a better whiff, and suddenly he’s hit with the all too familiar stifling stench of blood.

No.

NO!

“Y/n!” He runs up to your bathroom door and starts rattling the handle, but the door is locked. He pauses when he hears your voice on the other side, clearer and more effective at preventing him from tearing the door off its hinges—.

“D-Don’t come in!” You yell. “I’m... ngh- I’m a bit busy in here!”

“Y/n, what do I smell?!” He doesn’t need you to tell him, He already knows the answer. It’s pungency rings clear from his side of the door. The tanginess was so prominent that even someone with normal senses could pick up on it.

“N-nothing!” You stutter. You always stutter when you’re nervous. And when you're lying.

“Are you bleeding? Where’s it coming from? Open up!” He starts banging on the door again, his fist unintentionally rattling the frame.

“You don’t smell anything- stop that!” You snapped, annoyance ringing clear. But there was a certain strain to your voice, a painful whine that made his heart drop. “I-I’m just, uh- changing! will you give me a minute? Please, Miguel.”

“Don’t lie to me! What’s wrong, can you not get to the door?” He starts backing up to gauge the frame of the door and… Yeah, he could kick that in, easily.

sensing what he was getting ready to do, you spring up from your spot hunched over on the side of the bath tub and amble to the bathroom door. “No no no!” You lean against the door, heaving. “Don’t do anything drastic, I’m right here!”

He paused and waited for you to open it, but your hesitation makes him start losing his patience. “Y/n-“

“I’m ok, Miguel. S-seriously. I just took a little tumble on the way home.” You swallow back a painful grunt as you lean on the door frame for more support. “Look…” you started. “Now’s really not a good time—“

“Y/n.”

You shut your mouth. ‘Oh, shit.’

the tone of his voice hid a warning. Miguel knew what you were going to suggest even before you said it, and he refused to let you finish. The fact that you were bleeding as much as you were for him to smell you across the house, And you were trying to hide it from him? It must be bad, there was no doubt about that. His brain began racing for answers, for explanations, for names. He didn’t know where you were hurt, god what if it was somewhere vital? Who did this to you and where? Why were you trying to hide it? Did they threaten you? Something must of happened. there was no way he would leave you here, No. There was no getting rid of him now.

“Open this door.” He says one final time. And you can tell it’s the final time from the tone of his words. His voice quaked with fury at even the mere insinuation that he’d ever leave you when you were wounded. That you were even wounded In the first place.

“Now.”

...

There’s a beat of silence where neither of you say anything. And for a second he thinks he’s going to have to break the door open inwards just to avoid plowing over you to get it open. But then he hears you apprehensively turn the lock and he almost breaks the handle from how fast he rips it open.

You stumble a bit, reeling at his strength. and then youre taking a tumble from being thrown off balance, but before you can even yelp out a cry he swoops in to catch you in his arms before your body can even comes close to hitting the floor. “Lo si—! Sorry! Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

from being so close he could tell immedietely that you were running warm, did you really have a fever too? He perches you on to the toilet seat and you wince at the ache washing through your body. God, your back was killing you... and Miguel's hands were all over you. you tried pulling your arms out of his grip, but he wasn't budging. he scoured your front for bruises, cuts, anything.

"what happened, where does it hurt, Y/N, please." he lifted your arms, checking your sides. nothing there... You couldn't bring yourself to answer, all the jostling around was making you go really dizzy... so much so that his words seemed to bounce off your ears. you squint at him. were there two of him before?

"Oi, mami/papi. focus for me. tell me where your hurt." he pats your cheek, snapping you a little out of your stupor. you blinked. his faced was pulled taught with worry, lines creased his skin in places that looked almost painful. and his eyes...

"Miguel... hhhave... your eyessschanged?" you weren't sure if it was the delirium from the pain finally setting in, or if your bathroom light just highlighted the underlying hues, but his tired brown eyes had shifted to a shade of... dare you say red.

they flicked back to your face, they had this wild look in them, like he was angry. but his voice wobbled like he was scared. "tell me where the pain is."

"... M' back.." you mumbled. he tugs on your shoulder to twist you around, making you whine. he apologizes quietly, before turning back to the red stains that were crawling up the back of your shirt.

you both descended into a tense silence. Miguel looked cramped, hovering over you in your tiny bathroom. he had to draw in his arms to not knock into your shower. not the most ideal place to play nurse... but he would manage. Miguel unshealthes his talons and cuts open the fabric like its warm butter. all you feel is a cold draft hit your back, and you shudder.

when he gets a good look at the state of your back his heart drops, what he finds isn't what he was expecting. your lower back is marred with an explosion like mass of burned skin. the center of the wound is deeper and more bloody then the rest, like something fast, blunt and burning hot struck you there.

God.

"Y/N, what the hell happened?" he glances at your bathroom bin and spots your old, scorched shirt lying inside. so you really were changing... that explained why the shirt you were wearing didn't have a massive gaping hole in it.

"Lyla. whats the aetiology for this." she flickers into view next to him, screening your back, and she winces.

"the lascerations have been caused by 1st and 2nd degree burns, the wound has become infected and needs to be treated immediately. the depth of the wound is telling me that the collision was hard and fast, likely a projectile."

"they were shot?."

"most likely. not by any normal weapon though, obviously." she confirmed, "it... doesn't look like the infection has interfered with the spinal collum." she optimistically added.

"will it scar?" he tilted his head towards her, but didn't take his eyes off the wound.

the Ai assistant didn't respond, calculating the most nerve settling response to his question. her silence told him everything he needed to know. "yeah, don't answer that." a snarl was building in his throat, fighting its way to the top.

he spots the first aid bag and its contents sprawled across your counter. most of it was over the counter painkillers, light ointments and bandaids. nothing in there that would help you.

"ok." he drags his hand down his face looking around the room. "Hijo de puta-!" his fist banged against the wall in a burst of anger, the pathetic thin walls rattled underneath the force. "Y/N, what the hell were you thinking?!"

you were stuck in this apartment by yourself, barely able to move or, jesus, even think. the fact that he could have never come… No, that he had come but couldve left here without knowing you were going through this on your own... the thought made him sick. why did you let it get this bad? what had happened?

you don't answer his question, your breathing has started to grow heavier, fevered. the sheen of sweat on the back of your neck had grown thicker as well. miguel reaches out to hold you steady. his mind racing. you can't stay here.

he knows he has to make a call. literally. he lifts his watch to his face.

"Jess, get someone on the medical team to prepare for my arrival." he picks you up carefully and fights to keep his voice from rising, he wasn't thinking clearly. all he could think about was getting you somewhere safe.

it wasn't common for miguel to ask for medical assistance, even at times when he probably should. he didn't like calling for help, he prefered to do things on his own, even to his own detriment. the idea that something could shake miguel up like this, making him ask for assistance, was new. Jessica could hear the tension in his throat as clear as day.

"whats your condition." she responded, concern shining through in her voice.

"no, no. i'm fine." he answered. "i've got an injured with me, they've been shot and need first aid immedietely. its a second degree burn that been left for over 24 hours, its infected."

"...done." she answers. "are they a new recruit?"

"they're a friend."

Pozole: a traditional soup or stew that is made from hominy with meat, you can put in things like shredded lettuce/cabbage, chilli peppers, onions, garlic, radishes, avocado, salsa or limes. (this sounds scrummy ngl i'm so hungry bro)

"Lo siento": i'm sorry (this is when he goes "Lo si-" but cuts himself off)

"Oi, mami": hey, Mama (i learned that mami or mamita can be used in a lot of different ways. native spanish speakers can use it to adress parentel figures, friends that give motherly energy, or it can even be used as a funny nickname for kids. i've seen a lot of people use it sexually in fics, but apparently thats not always the case!)

aetiology: kind of like a diagnosis, but different. its the cause of a desease or condition. idk if it's applicable to wounds, though.

"Hijo de puta-!": son of a bitch-!

I put these here so if anyone has any corrections i could make to the terms I’ve used to be more accurate then I can change them accordingly. I used online translators and articles… if anyone has any good websites for translating languages let me know! i'd be really interested.

#love is stored in the pozole #across the spiderverse #spider man #spiderverse x reader #into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman 99 #spiderman99 #into the spider verse #hurt/comfort #gender nuetral reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x reader #angst #fluff #fanfic

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whump-a-saurus · 3 months

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i love whumpers that are just fucking delusional, that genuinely think they are in a loving, healthy relationship with their whumpee.

like they brag to their friends about having “such an awesome partner” and how they’re “so excited they are moving in with them”, when in reality their “partner” is tied up in the basement with a black eye and multiple broken ribs.

i just think that’s so silly of them ^^

#whumpee #whump #whump community #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #whumper #whump prompt #writing #whump tag #whump whump whump #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing prompt #writblr #gender nuetral reader

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bakuwhcre · 11 months

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bakugou knows when you won't like food, so when you go out of your comfort zone spontaneously, he just watches. he sits there and watches your face go from excited to disgust to disappointed. bakugou wants to say, "i told you." but he doesn't and pulls out take-out that you actually enjoy, taking the food you originally had. he's a little annoyed, but you're happy and fed, so that's all that matters to him.

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yandere-writer-momo · 10 months

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Hello! I would like to hear from you a couple of NSFW Head canons about Pickl 👉👈

STINKY BOY?! People want to sleep with stinky boy?!

Rip your lower half

Minors Do Not Interact

Adult themes

🌶️Baki Head Canons🌶️

Pickle NSFW edition

Pickle

Now Pickle doesn’t know anything about sex other then it being used to reproduce so you’re going to have to teach him how to please you

He’s massive and thick. Thicker and longer than any human and he’s uncut. Before you do anything with him, you need to teach him personal hygiene first. He needs to clean the gunk under his little penis sweater first

Once he is clean (and his scent is tolerable), you should start off with a hand job. Just take it slowly because he might grunt and growl at you at first. He doesn’t know what a handjob is quite yet

But your hands are so much softer than his and the grip you have on him is a wonderful imitation of what it would be like inside of you, he starts to enjoy the feeling. Pickle would start bucking his hips into your hands as you guide him into an orgasm

Pickle cums more than any human. Just be prepared to be covered in a thick, salty, white puddle. He’s probably have such a big grin on his face once he’s done (he’d also be hard again)

You’d blow Pickle’s mind if you gave him a blow job. At first he would think you’re trying to bite him, but once you take his tip into your mouth, he’d understand. He’d come undone in seconds (your jaw would also be sore from the stretch

Pickle has a lot of stamina so he’s going to try to penetrate you eventually. Make sure prior to introducing him to handjobs and blowjobs, that you prepped yourself. There’s little you can do to try to stop him from getting what he wants

Intimacy with Pickle takes a awhile for him to learn how to be gentle and to give affection. But once he does, he is very clingy. Pickle will believe you’re his mate and he will do anything for you

#baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #yandere baki #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere fic #female reader #gender nuetral reader #male reader #baki #grappler baki #baki headcanons #baki dou #baki gaiden #baki pickle #pickle baki

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venoti · 11 months

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A chance?

Summary: Dating Miles as Miguel’s sibling.

Spider-man across the spider verse

₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊

After watching the movie, I can tell Miguel would be attached to his remaining family.

He wanted the best for you. His best thought was putting you in a seemingly safe area, earth 1610. Later, it was definitely not the best option. “Especially with miles” Thats what he said.

You were younger than Miguel. But roughed it out, talking to him occasionally and living your life. And it was normal.

Till miles, he changed everything. And yada yada, went through hardship and got together from a kiss in his room.

And in the moment it seemed amazing! But what about after..?

—

“So.. is it uh.. official?” He stuttered trying to keep his cool. I noticed his nervous movements, rocking his hand, whistling in the silence. I laughed before turning to him.

“Miles, theres no way I would kiss just anyone.” I muttered getting closer. His cheeks turned hot, feeling touched by those words. “So.. I’ll meet you at the rooftop tomorrow?” I smiled.

God you are hot—

He tilted his head, he felt the world disappear, only seeing you. He did a silent yes hugging me by the waist. Laughing before he went out the room happy. What will he tell his parents..?

—

When you told your brother, it was a easy no.

—

“He’s really nice!”

“That’s really funny!” He said sarcastically with a fake smile. It soon dropped. “Because I don’t believe you” He scoffed crossing his arms. I just rolled my eyes.

“You haven’t even met him..?” I snarked.

“And I don’t have too” He sighed. I waited tapping on my sude. Till getting a very.. capable idea. I took a deep breath, then went into action.

“Pleaseeee” I pleaded getting on my knees.

He choked on his spit. “Why are you doing that? Get up—!”

“Please!!” I grabbed his leg clinging on him.

“Are you serious..!” He struggled getting me off. He couldn’t just kick me, that’s the only weakness he has “Fine! Just get off..”

I shed a fake tear. “Thank you”

—

When miles met your brother, it was tough. He was on edge whenever he saw him, after that one talk. It was worse than anything else.

And had to swear on his life to keep you safe, and probably was not a joke. He still loves you though..?

He takes it slow for the most part, but will automatically want to smother you with love. He definitely loves affection, and texts you every day.

Even with Miguel constantly on eagle watch for him, he acted the same never changing for a person. Unless it was good, but miles never understood why Miguel had a offset grudge.

Aside that He is such a sweetheart, and likes to do things for you. He understands his job as Spider-Man, having to take most of his time into that.

So whenever he has free time he spends it with you. Drawing, ice cream, flying in air as you screamed. You both had fun.

But even with that, expect a lot of flowers and letters. They will be wrote in delicacy and cute doodles on the side.

He always gets soft when you pay attention, he just feels so appreciated. As he should

But obviously all the time spent as Spider-Man and then with you caught up with his parents.

So it was time to introduce you.

At first it was really intense, they glared at you asking constant questions, too fast for you to even answer. But they were worried for miles, that was their kid and they didn’t know if he was safe.

But after dinner, they knew he was gonna be fine. You guys actually started getting closer, and you came over more often for dinner. They started treating you like the family.

And miles only fell for you more. Every time after dinner he gave you a kiss goodbye, always filled with warmth. Even his roommate would make fun of him by how lovey dovey he gets. Especially on his hour rant about you.

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“Ahh.. wow” Ganke sighed, his eyes were closing, thinking it was finally silent. Till he heard miles words again, ready to just sleep outside.

“And have you seen their smile? It was like heaven to see—!”

“Dude Just go to bed!” Ganke groaned covering his ears with the pillow. It’s 12 at night, and he preferred sleep than some talk about a person he hadn’t even met.

—

Mile’s was protective, he definitely wanted to make sure you weren’t ever hurt. No matter when you tried to help. His first priority was you, so making sure you are safe made him most calm.

A lot of dates. What he loved most was just sitting down in silence staring at the city. He was able to just admire you.

So overall 10/10 he’s definitely worth it. Except for the soon tension with Miguel, that will be a awkward conversation..

Which I might make a part on, thank you for reading!!

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thefandomthings · 5 months

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𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Middle Brothers (Separate) x Gn!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Suggestive in both (🤭), fluff,

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I am so sorry this took so long, and I apologize is Asmo is ooc, I'm not good at writing him lol

Tags: @veethewriter @demon-master-zero

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 Part 2

I believe Satan is a sucker for old school romance, you can't tell me otherwise.

He loves the idea of sending each other love letters and poems.

He often writes about you, by often I mean everytime he writes, it's about you.

Satan even uses an ink pen and paper, his penmanship is extraordinary.

He isn't really into romance novels, but in some of his mystery/murder-mysterys there is romance

You've read a handful of Satan's books, plus your own collection.

You've recently started reading an older Novel, it's written very poetic, the main characters have started exchanging small love notes to one another.

That gave you the most brilliant idea, you'd start writing notes to Satan, leaving them on his book marks and on the inside cover of his new novels.

Satan is very witty, it takes a lot to make him get flustered, but the first note he received from you, he blushed.

You've never been one to openly talk about how you are feeling, you express yourself in different ways, such as gift giving or quality time. You've also noticed Satan has a hard time expressing himself, instead resorts to poetry and writing love letters to you.

You are currently sitting in the HoL library, your current novel sitting on your lap. You messed with the spoon in your luke warm tea while reading the poetic lines. You smiled as the main characters declared their love for each other, a warm feeling flooding in your chest.

You are desperately waiting for Satan to come back from his meeting with Diavolo and his brothers, wanting to see his face when the little folded piece of paper slips out from his new book.

It took you quite a long time to think of this note, it's a poem. It probably sounds lame next to Satan's poetry, you've read famous poets work and they are nothing compared to The Avatar of Wraths'.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Library door opens. Satan gave a small smile, his teeth aren't showing it's just a small curve of his lips.

"Hello Kitten"

He leans down and kisses your forehead rather gently before grabbing his book and sitting next to you. You instinctively stretch your legs out into his lap, his slender fingers brushing against the skin of your ankle and shin.

Satan uses his other hand to open his book, and just as you planned the small piece of paper slowly falls into his lap against your legs. You shyly hide behind your book, pretending to read. You could feel his chest and torso rumble while he read the poem to himself.

It's hard to remember what you wrote, the adrenaline making you loose your memory and only focus on now.

You do remember how hard you thought about all the write words, and what kind of poem it would be. To make his heart flutter the way he makes yours leap and soar. To make him feel the tingling sensation that spreads into your finger tips when you feel yourself falling in love more and more.

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, his hands gliding further up your legs before gripping under your knees and bringing you into his lap.

Your nose was pressed to headband of your book, the delightful smell of the old paper pages filling your nose. Your cheeks are on fire, you could feel the tingling of the blush spreading down your neck and to your ears.

Satan could only chuckle and remove the book from your face and set it on the sofa beside him. His hands set themselves on your hips, his glowing green eyes shining like brightest star in a dark night.

He gently kissed you, his hands moving to cup your face and rub your cheek bones. The kiss was full of love and passion, slow and steady. Both of your hearts pounding in your chest, skin on fire from each others touch.

He pulled away and hugged you, his head rested against your neck and shoulder. Your chest fluttered, your heart was in your throat as Satan's lips brushed against your pulse then he spoke.

"I love you"

I strongly think Asmo designs clothes, and you are his muse and model.

He absolutely loves when you agree to be his inspiration.

And he also loves when you let him take your measurements. He likes how your body feels in his hands.

Asmo is very observant, it doesn't seem like it cause he's utterly obsessed with himself. But he knows everything about everyone. (Gossip King)

He especially knows every detail about you, you decide if that's creepy or sweet.

He absolutely loves when you tease him when working, it gives him excitement!

"MC, My darling muse I need your beauty." Asmo falls against his bed next to you, his delicate skin pressed against his silk pillowcase. You hum setting your phone down and moving his hair away from his eyes the way he likes. He smiled looking at you with stars in his eyes.

"What are you thinking and what was your inspiration?" You asked leaning on your arm. Asmo was quiet, his eyes scanning your face and down your body.

"You are always inspiration Darling." He smiled before hoping out of his bed and opening his fabric closet. You giggled and stood next to your boyfriend admiring the hundreds of fabrics.

"Stand over here." He points to the large wood box coated in glitter and pink paint. You nodded slipping off your clothes, leaving only your undergarments.

"MC, you devious human." Asmo giggled, suddenly appearing behind you. His slim hands glided around your body adjusting the measuring tape at your hip. "Always so beautiful..".

Your skin erupted with goosebumps, your shoulders shaking with a slight shiver at his touch. He giggles, he nails running over you rub cage.

"Hold still MC, or my measurements will be wrong." He pressed gently kisses along your skin, your face was rosy staring down at his thick, pink hair.

"Asmo, the tape is loose." You teased watching him adjust the tape.

"You little Minx.." He bit the soft flesh of your hip making you yelp. He giggled loudly before walking over to his sowing machine and writing your measurements on his note pad.

You reached down for your clothes but his voice stopped you, "Keep them off Love, I still need more measurements." His smile was sweet, but devilish.

God, he loved looking at you. So comfortable in his presence, just helping him gives him joy he hasn't had since the fall. You help him in more ways then one. And he loves you more than anything, including himself. And he never lets your forget that.

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sarahthebanished · 2 years

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Can you write a little drabble where Eddie wakes you up in the middle of the night all worked up and horny? Heehee I love your writing.

Content warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI. Strong sexual content. Oral sex. Face fucking. Cum swallowing. Mild praise. There is no explicit mentions that indicate reader is either male or female. You were pulled from your sleep by the sensation of Eddie’s hands, cold rings pressed against your warm skin, as he softly rubbed them along your side. You whined, eyes fluttering, and closing again. He kneaded at your flesh, hands moving up and down the length of side and down your thigh and back again.

“I’m sleepy baby,” you mumbled out, not opening your eyes. You were sleeping so deep, the heavy rain on the tin roof of the trailer lulling you. The room was dark, cold, and you were wrapped tightly under the comforter with Eddie next to you. Paradise.

Eddie loved to touch you. Running his hands all over your flesh any chance he got. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake you up, turned on and wanting. His hand found the curve of your ass and he pawed at it, leaning it to plant tender kisses on your forehead and cheek. You shifted slightly, freeing an arm and seeking to touch him, too.

Eyes closed and still half asleep, you found his hardness through his shorts and pressed down. He bucked up into the touch, creating wonderful friction for himself. “Needy baby,” you cooed out, smiling at the feeling of him so hard for you.

“I am needy,” Eddie explained, laying back. “So, so needy,” he teased, pressing up into your hand again. You moved over to be closer to him, laying your head on his lower belly, face just inches away from the head of his throbbing cock.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” You challenged, inviting him to take what he needed.

Eddie reached down and pulled at his shorts to release his hardness, and brought a hand to the back of your head, ever so gently pushing you towards it. Your tongue came out, to lick and tease his tip. Eddie hissed at the contact.

He grabbed himself at the base, rubbing the head of his cock in a circle on your lips before lifting his hips to enter.

You let him in. Laying there in his lap, tongue flat and lips taught, you let Eddie fuck himself in and out of your mouth.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned out, “so fucking good.” This was a common phrase. There was never a time when you put his dick in your mouth that he didn’t praise you for it. You loved it.

You let Eddie use you, alternating between fast and shallow thrusts and slow deeper ones, drool falling from the side of your lips and pooling on his skin. This went on for several minutes as Eddie edged himself, coming right to the brink of bliss and then pulling himself back from it.

The sounds of his ecstasy filled the dark room. Deep gasps, shorts breaths, hisses, throaty grunts, quiet moans. It created a need of your own. But, you were perfectly happy to be pleasing him. You loved when he used you - when he masturbated with your body. It made you feel sexy and powerful.

Reaching a hand around to massage at his balls, Eddie reacted with a sudden jerk. “Oh, fuck, that’s good.” Eddie encouraged you. “Gonna cum,” he warned you and within a second he was spilling out, his thrust going from desperate and needy to slow and deliberate as he milked himself dry. You swallowed every drop he gave you, and when he stilled, you pulled your mouth away and applied a delicate kiss to his tip before letting the softening cock rest against his thigh.

“Can we go back to sleep now?” You asked with sincerity, turning your face to look up at him in the darkness. Eddie ran a hand across your cheek tenderly, using his thumb to wipe at the corner of your mouth before he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Yes, baby, we can go back to sleep now.”

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personwhowrites · 9 months

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I did it for you <VERY SHORT>

(Art by @amustikas pretty cool art! Check out their page, they have way more amazing art!)

"Can't you see?" Ghost utters, advancing toward you. "I did it for you."

Your body instinctively recoils, rendered speechless by his actions. His mask stained with blood, each heavy footstep thuds like a hammer on your heart. This isn't the man you fell in love with.

"Don't you see? They were gonna harm us," Ghost insists, getting closer, his eyes wild with a crazed look. "You have to understand."

"Simon..." You finally manage to choke out his name, tears welling up. "You... killed them..."

"I will do it again," Ghost declares, gripping your hand firmly. "I mean it."

You glance over at the lifeless bodies on the floor, their blood seeping into the ground. Covering your mouth, warm tears cascade down your cheeks. Ghost pulls you into a tight hug, forcing you to turn away from the haunting sight.

"Shhhhh..." His voice whispers in your ear, an unsettling mix of comfort and menace. "You're safe with me."

You find yourself unable to push him away, your strength waning as he tenderly strokes your hair. Eventually, he lets you go, cupping your face in his hands.

"It's just you and me," Ghost says softly, his eyes softening with a haunting tenderness. "Don't cry, baby."

Your gaze can't help but drift back to the fallen bodies—Soap, Gaz, and Price, or rather, John Mactavish, Kyle Garrick, and John Price—the men who had been your unwavering pillars of support, now slain by the hands of Simon Riley.

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struckd0wn · 6 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: 𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜- 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲

You jump up from your seat on the couch when you here the keys jingle at the lock and the handle turn, running to greet your boyfriend that had been gone for a couple days now. You run to the front door and as soon an you see him step into your shared apartment you tackle him in a hug. Leon hugs you back loosely around the waist, but his hand quickly travel to the waist band of your sweatpants. You pull back from him slightly, giving a confused look. Leon had always been an eager lover but never this eager. His face is bright red, sweat shinning on his features. "Leon?" You quiz but he's to busy pulling your pants down, pushing you back into the dinning room before lifting you up onto the small wooden table you both ate at.

His movement is rushed, when you look down you notice his painful erection as he pulls it from his pants. "Hey, what's wrong?" You try to ask again and like before it goes unanswered as he roughly shoves his length into you unprepared.

You wince as his hard cock forces itself into you, clawing at his back when holding onto him. "M' sorry..." He whispers between animalistic grunts, fingers pressing bruises into your soft skin. "Something out...in the lab." He tries to explain, his words almost entirely incoherent. "It, fuck... It got on me. I feel hot, I need you so bad. I'm sorry." Leon babbles out hurriedly, fucking you into the wooden table, it rocks loudly against the wall.

You just let it happen at this point, worried about the "something" from the "lab" that had gotten on him. You whine with your arms around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. If you could help by just being a hole for him to pound into, you'd take it without complaints.

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theyluvashh · 1 year

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Obey Me Brothers and Dateables reactions to Mc saying...

"It's too big!"/ "It won't fit"

NO PRONOUNS FOR MC I THINK

MC IS TECHNICALLY GENDER NEUTRAL BUT THEY CAN ALSO BE MALE OR FEMALE IF YOU WANT

LUCIFER

He will most likely laugh. And then reassure you that it will. Will definitely ask if you want to stop or not. I don't really think he has a size kink but he definitely likes seeing his cum inside or on you.

While sliding inside of you he will try to ease your pain by distracting you. Will do this especially if it was your first time.

Once he's in, he's back in heaven. Feeling your velvet walls around his cock. If you asked him to be gentle he will be. If you asked him to not go easy on you, be expecting not being able to walk.

Mammon

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Maybe you won't notice at first (not that he's small hes just GIRTHY) but when he slid in you definitely noticed.

His ego would be stroked. But he would also be embarrassed. Would then check too see if you were okay. If you were then he would ask if you wanted to continue.

Since he is already in you, if you said yes, he would be on cloud nine. Since you felt so good around his tip, he couldn't even imagine how good you would feel balls deep inside of you.

I honestly feel like he would be in the middle. Not really gentle but not also really rough. Unless he gets jealous when his brothers get to touchy with you.

Leviathan

Took him a lot of courage to get to this point. And once you said that he is blushing like a mad man. He knew he was not average size he's a demon but he didn't know that he was BIG if that makes sense.

You would have to convince him that you actually wanted to continue. When you do that it takes a little bit of effort and some lube to get him to enter, one of them.

Tried his hardest not to instantly cum when you enter him. Don't even move or he'll burst! His pace would depend on his mood. If he's in a good mood he would fuck you gently. But if he gets envious he would fuck you nice and hard, but then after he would apologize for going hard on you.

Satan

Would laugh at you as well. But then would ask if you wanted to continue. Would then prep you (the others before and after did as well im just saying it in this one) then continue on.

Would go soft on you regardless of anything. Since he would be afraid of hurting you, then when he gets a little more comfortable he would go rougher.

Asmodeus

He would be flattered that you said that, but then concerned so he would ask you if you want to continue. He would then prep you and try to comfort you as well.

He would go the pace that you want. He would give you kisses along whatever body part is showing to him. Depending on the position, he would also kiss you on the lips.

Beelzebub

He knew he was BIG so he would also be concerned. But also his size kink would be going CRAZY. He would be gentle with you and once you were preped and ready to go. Once you told him he was too big, he honestly got harder.

Even when he's comfy with you, he still is hesitant. He likes how small you are in his hands though

Belphegor

Probably has the most normal reaction. He would tease you though.

Diavolo

Another one who's size kink would go crazy. He KNOWS that he's BIG ASF. He would comfort you and tell you that it's going to be okay, with the most lustful eyes. Looks like he's going to devour you, BECUASE HE ISSSS.

I SWEAR HE IS THE BIGGEST MUNCHHHH, right before Beel. He will take care of you like no other. Aftercare is the BEST.

Barbatos

Would have a poker face, but honestly is dying inside. I feel like he would be sort of a perv, but not bad perv more like good perv if that makes sense. He would have the biggest smile thrusting through your walls.

Simeon

He would be blushing. Madly. He knew he was above average but not how big you were describing it. But even though he's an angel doesn't mean he's innocent. He's lived a very long life soooo.

Solomon

Honestly not shocked. He knew he was above average and most of his past partners have told him this. He would take it slow but then speed up if you wanted him to.

Sorry if this seemed inconsistent.

And that Belphegor's was the shortest. I didn't know what to write💀💀

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tartaroooo · 9 days

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Charisma Etched on Strings

You despised being near Scaramouche. It was a danger to your well-being.

Because all you can feel is the warmth of his body traveling to yours, enclosing around you and morphing into the oxygen that you so desperately need to survive.

Electric guitarist!Scaramouche x Gn!Reader

Notes: I swear this one has no set pov. It switches between Scara and the reader so I apologize for that. Also, I'm not that good at wiriting x readers *insert crying emoji*

Warning: Slight cursing

It was supposed to be a harmless guitar lesson.

So how the fuck did you end up sitting on this shithead’s lap?

“Easy sweetheart. Stop squirming," Scaramouche’s grating voice reverberated throughout the otherwise empty room. The words he spouts are pestiferous, enough to ensure a fist will land on his face if he doesn’t shut up soon. You merely asked him for a guitar lesson, not to be manhandled and subjectively humiliated by this sick bastard of a friend. “Get me off your lap!" you protest, writhing against his arms.

You want nothing to do with this.

Yet he cages you with that god-forbidden instrument of his, propping the black, electric guitar in front of you. You were effectively sandwiched between that handsome son of a bitch and his prized musical instrument. “You said you wanted to learn right?" he mused, his calloused hand cascading down your wrist to seize it securely, "This is the fastest way."

Lies.

You scoff at his pathetic excuse to justify himself. He’s just so full of bull. You know he was amused at your predicament, your thrashing and twisting igniting a twinge of sadistic pleasure within him. Scara shifts slightly, a lock of your hair twirled around his index finger, “Now stop moving so we can start our lesson.”

Without much of a choice, you reluctantly compelled to his demands. Your tantrums ceased, much to Scara's entertainment. He knows how much you detest your current dilemma and he couldn't help but take advantage of it. He wants to mess with you. To increasingly rile you up every passing second. He presses his chest completely against your back, wanting to see those cute little veins of yours pop out. His lips twitched upwards as he made sure there wouldn't be any space left between you two. He could hear your pretty lips part and verbalize a gasp.

A sweet, sweet treat for his ears.

He couldn't be bothered to give you a chance to retaliate. It was way more fun toying with you when he rendered you helpless. Leaning closer and letting his breath fan against the tip of your ears, his fruity voice resounds through your brain and into your spine in the form of shivers. "Let's learn some basic chords first," he murmurs as he slinks his fingers towards yours, hovering over them. Scara felt the smirk on his face expand, you sure do have a warm set of hands. He surely wouldn't mind if it was pressed with his all the time. Stuck in his wishful thinking, he absentmindedly squeezed your thumb lightly. He blinks. Ah, he was getting distracted. He clears his throat and he proceeds, "Just like in every lesson, we start with C".

He adjusts your index finger to pin the second string on the first fret. He does the same with your middle and ring finger, stationing them on the second fret of the fourth string and the third fret of the fifth string respectively. His loitering fingers aid in pushing down the strings as he's aware that you're probably not pressing down hard enough. It also helped restrain any movements that may disrupt the sound when plucked. You, on the other hand, verbalized a protest.

“Hey, that hurts," you hissed as you tried to lift your finger off. Even just slightly. But Scara wouldn't let you. He remains unfazed, unbothered by the fact that your fingers are possibly bruising underneath his. “It’s supposed to idiot, it's your first time,” Scara rolls his eyes and his resolve to keep your finger position doesn't falter.

You'll definitely punch him after this.

“Now strum,” he instructs and you've got half the mind to not follow through. Curse your curiosity though, washing away each and every one of your senses, dulling them and allowing it to control your other hand to strum the strings. It made a tune, not akin to those voice cracks of teenagers going through puberty or screeching bats when viciously searching for their next meal. It was a pleasant melody, a fine sound that signifies a correct mark. Scara smiles, watching in delight how taken aback you looked. "Good. Next chord," he was ready to shift the position of your fingers once more. Your fingers wouldn't budge though. You've reached your limit.

You've certainly had enough.

Your heart's been racing since the beginning and you were sure you won't be able to take it anymore. Not with him being this close. You catch a whiff of his perfume, a woody fragrance with a base of leather that never fails to drive you insane. You want to smash your head against the wall so badly.

You despised being near him. It was a danger to your well-being.

Because all you can feel is the warmth of his body traveling to yours, enclosing around you and morphing into the oxygen that you so desperately need to survive.

"This is stupid", you scoffed before he could move your fingers. Scara tilts his head in your direction. Oh? Were you going to object to him again? How cute. He chuckles and raises his brow, “What is?”

“Your way of teaching.” With a groan, you go back to your squirming strategy to try and break loose from his predatorial hold, “Can't we do this without being an inch away from each other?”

Scara merely laughs at you. ‘Why? Does the closeness bother you?" he teases. He would get closer to you if he could, but there's literally no more space left between you and him. So he opts to angle his lips adjacent to your neck and let out a drag of air. His breath brushes against your skin, parallel to a gentle caress from a lover. He was so sure he just heard your breathing hitch. Adorable.

“Is this better?” he smirks, heaving a drawn-out breath once more. You shake your head and writhe, flailing your arms wildly in a fit of fulmination. Scara can't help but grin at your antics. He doesn't back down, reinforcing his hold over you. He won’t let go. I mean, why would he? When you fit perfectly in his arms?

Your scuffle abated for a second and he caught the way your face turned into a stunning shade of red. “Aw, you're even blushing for me," he remarks, prompting you to resume your thrashing.

“Of course not! Why would I be!?”

Scara chuckles, his gaze never leaving you. "Why the denial? Anyone with eyes can see how red you've gotten because of me."

You wanted to wipe that smug expression plastered on his face. He knows that. He's just reveling in the fact that you couldn't.

He elevated his head to meet your twitching ears, ready to grace them with an assortment of breathy words bound to hit that sore spot in your heart. "There's nothing to deny you know? Not when I'm right here. Mindful and observant of how you feel towards me."

His fingers dragged from your jaw to your cheek, leaving a touch so sensual it's flabbergasting at most. He rested his hands along your cheek as he spoke with an allure that was sure to keep you on the edge, subconsciously thirsting for more. "I know you like me. You like it when we're this close," he continues, cocking your head up and exposing more of that tempting throat of yours. Not that he can see it from his point of view, but from the front? It would certainly be a sensual sight that would drive every inch of his self-control onto the edge of a cliff.

"I don't mind it though. I don't mind watching your pathetic descent into the abyss of my heart," he chuckles, hands falling towards your lips. It was quite the contrast, his rough fingers kneading against your soft and plump lips.

"So just fall for me, yeah?" his thumb rubs your upper lip in a circular motion. Honestly, he's tempted to shove his finger in your mouth. He wants to hear your feeble whines as he occasionally toys with your tongue, your erotic whimpers that deluges his entire sensibility. But he doesn't. At least not now.

"I'll be sure to catch you"

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xxzlushiez · 11 months

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Save your tears

2000’s! Bill Kaulitz x Gender Neutral! Reader

Synopsis: sometimes the pressure of being a celebrity gets to be to much especially for a kid

AN: this is pretty short I’m very sorryyyyy I’m posting more today though🤭

Notes: angst, bill’s insecurities, letting his walls down, crying, reverse comfort, rude interviewers, talk of bills appearance, the band being a family

“Can’t begin, I seek within, to feel the warmth brought within your skin. Did you know?” - welcome and goodbye: Dream, Ivory

- Bill wasn’t one to let things get to him, whether it be about how he acted or how he chose to dress he never minded, but it just wasn’t his day

- While doing an interview he kept getting questions on his appearance and why he acted the way he acted, it would’ve been fine if the interviewer was just curious and didn’t ask them as if it was a bad thing

- Maybe it was the tone of voice or how the question was asked but everyone could tell how uncomfortable he was

- shifting in his seat, legs crossing and uncrossing, looking around at the other band members for reassurance

- Poor baby was tearing up on live Tv

- When the first break was announced he b-lined it into his dressing room to where you were watching the interview on the company issued TV

- When he got to you he let everything out, tears all down his face and mascara running as when he made it into your arms.

-You cooed at him and sat down on the couch as he cried into your chest, his voice was so broken and shaky as he ranted about what happened

- “You should’ve seen it Name they were humiliating me! Did you- did you hear the things he said to me?”

- “I can’t go back out there everyone saw!”

- “who says that to someone?!”

- “Why does it matter to him what I look like?”

- He was so embarrassed with everything he couldn’t believe how rude the interviewer was and kept bursting out in tears

- played with his hair and wiped off his smudged makeup while whispering sweet-nothings into his ear made him hold you closer

- Held your hand against his face to feel your warmth because everything around him felt so cold

- sat on his lap while you reapplied his eyeshadow and eyeliner

- Him fidgeting with the hem of your shirt

- Rest of the band came in to hang out and boost his spirits by mocking the interviewer

- Gave him reassuring words but he insisted you come out with him for the rest of the interview

- made you have your hand on his thigh the rest of the interview

- Answered questions for him when he got caught up on his words

- Photos released of the you and Tom rolling you eyes

- whispering corny pick up lines to make him feel better

- laughing with Gustav when the interviewer made mistakes

- Fans started a hate club against the interviewer

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