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love-belle · 10 months

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my sunshine !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they're the 'it' couple and everyone's obsessed with them, rightfully so.

for when you find your forever kinda person. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lando norris x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - finally it's here!!! i really hope u like it!!! thank you so much for reading, i love you <3

edit - changed it bc the person who requested it doesn't speak hindi x

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allysunny · 4 months

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Hello 👋 can I pls request dating and jealousy headcanons for Bale! Batman? The reader works in his company and is very sweet and generous? Thank you ❤️

Dating and Jealousy Headcanons | Bale!Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Words: 6k words

Warnings: None, I would say? Workplace relationship, if that's a tag, hahaha. Jealous and overprotective Bruce, one (1) makeout session and I don't think anything else? Do correct me if I'm wrong.

A/N: Hello everyone! Here's another one of my Bruce asks! I had a really fun time writing it - I love this man so much omg. I hope you guys have as much fun reading it as I had writing it!

Also I apologize if I got any of HR functions and tasks wrong, please do not kill me if they're not correct, I had to do some research, hahaha! Also, I've just realised how vague the information on Wayne Enterprises is. Like, what the hell do they do? I've been rewatching the movies because my family never has, and they're never clear about it lol. Except for the first movie and the whole "Thomas Wayne wouldn't want us to build war weapons" plot, what the hell do they do there???

At first, he had no idea who you were.

And honestly, could you blame him? He’s the owner of this enormous company that employs at least a hundred people.

You were working in the Human Resources department and were praised by every single one of your coworkers. You were the one keeping everything in check, from analysing performance and helping everyone set goals on what they wanted to achieve at work, to organising databases and generating reports. Those jobs should technically be made by at least 3 different people, but you were efficient and very professional, and most of the time took it upon yourself to oversee things and make sure all was running smoothly.

Bruce ran into you for the first time when you were checking on the Applied Sciences department. You had been sitting next to Lucius Fox, keeping a record of all the important work he’d done the last month, as well as going over the paperwork that outlined whatever his job entailed – while still in the AS department, Lucius was now a member of the board once again, and you wanted to make sure he had everything under control – as always, he did.

Bruce had walked in and raised an eyebrow. He’d never seen you before, were you one of his employees? Some relative of Lucius’s? His partner? Who the hell were you, and what were you doing in here?

“Ah, Mr. Wayne.” Lucius said with a nonchalant smile, standing up to shake his hand in a warm greeting. “As always, it’s a pleasure to see you. I was going over my Monthly Workplace Wellness Check with Miss [L/N] over here, and it seems all is in order.

“Mr. Wayne,” you greeted him, standing up and offering him your hand. This was your boss – the Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham, arguably the richest and wealthiest man in the city, the boss, the man you’d never actually seen, but everyone spent no expense in talking about. And they did not lie – the man in front of you was handsome, with dark brown hair carefully slicked back and warm brown eyes that scanned you over carefully. He looked far too good in his navy suit, and you tried your best not to let your gaze linger on him – it would be unprofessional, and you wouldn’t want to be fired for sexual harassment.

Bruce, on the other hand, thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. Your body was being snuggly hugged by a pretty, dark pencil skirt, and you wore a white dress shirt with flowy sleeves. The first two buttons were open, exposing a small patch of delicate skin and a leaf pendant. Cute.

Slipping his aloof mask back on, he shook your hand, relishing the feel of your hand on his. Your grip was firm – you were clearly trying not to be intimidated by him, but there was also something very tender about it.

“Miss [L/N], is it?” he asked, leaning back and placing his hands inside his pants pockets.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ve never seen you around here – are you new or something?”

You tried not to flush in embarrassment. It’s only normal he wouldn’t even know who you were. After all, he’s got a whole company to take care of. And it’s not like you hung around the top floors a lot – your work was among everyone else, not the board. They had their own assistants for that.

“No sir – I’ve been working here for a few years. I’m HR Director.” You replied, trying to sound confident. This was your job and you’d been doing it very well – extremely well – and you were proud of it. It was a great opportunity to let your boss know of how great of a worker you were.

“HR Director, huh?” Bruce hummed, turning to Lucius once again. “You familiar with Miss [L/N]?”

“Yes sir,” the older man replied, smiling confidently at you. “She’s been overseeing most departments for about five years now. She’s the reason everything’s going so smoothly.”

“Really?” Bruce raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of responsibility.”

“Yes sir, it is,” you nod. “I’m very proud of my job.”

Bruce took one good look at you once again and nodded.

“Fox, I wanted to check on you about some of the, well, some of the orders we placed last week. But seeing that you’re busy, I’ll return later.”

Lucius nodded and sat back down. Unlike you, he felt comfortable around Bruce, even if he was his boss. After all, who else had helped Bruce Wayne spelunking?

“How about I fax you when I’m done?”

“Oh, I can – I could come back later if you wished to talk to Mr. Fox right now?” You asked, quickly turning to your desk to retrieve your clipboard and pens.

“No need, Miss [L/N],” Bruce responded, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt an employee doing a good job. I’ll wait for Fox’s fax.”

You placed your clipboard down and nodded, offering him a small smile.

“Thank you, sir.”

Bruce found himself returning it, before turning to Lucius and nodding in acknowledgement and then walking away.

“I’m quite sure he’s gone, Miss [L/N].” Lucius announced, an amusing smile playing in his lips. You nodded, trying to get that flustered look off your face.

The man next to you supressed a chuckle – he was sure the first thing his boss would do when he got to his office was do a thorough research on his HR Director. And it’s not like he hadn’t noticed the heat that seemed to have crept up on your cheeks. He shook his head and turned to you, focusing on the Wellness Check.

Lucius was right. The first thing Bruce did when he got to his office, was do some research on you. Who you were, what job you held exactly you held, how long you’d been in the company. Not in a creepy way (or so he tried to convince himself), more in a “How come I’ve gone so long without knowing my HR Director? Who knows what kind of people are working in my company, and how come I don’t know them all? Who knows what their true intentions are” kind of way. Not that he doubted you – Lucius wasn’t the type to lie – but he was… Curious. Very curious.

He also decided to ask around about you. No one would know you and your work better than the people that interacted with you daily.

The word around was that you were an exemplary employee. Professional, hardworking, and kind to a fault. Everyone told Bruce about how incredible your work ethic was, and how helpful you were. How you always offered an arm when asked for a hand, how you’d go the lengths to help your coworkers even if it meant you would work overtime.

“She’s quite incredible, Mr. Wayne. Very efficient, very focused,” his board members would tell him, going over the fantastic things you’d done for the company. “She’s actually personally trained each of our interns herself – that’s why they’ve picked up on their work so quickly.”

“I don’t know about your department, but we work better when she’s overseeing us. [Y/N] is really kind, she’s very firm in her job, but never rude. You know what I mean?”

[Y/N], huh? Pretty name.

“She’s an excellent communicator, fights barely happen when she’s around because she makes everyone feel heard and understood.”

“Her initiatives have significantly enhanced our company culture, that’s for sure.”

“Her consistency to always go above and beyond in her efforts would make Thomas Wayne proud. This is what he would’ve wanted Wayne Enterprises to be about.”

There were many the people that mentioned his father’s name along with yours. How he’d be proud of you, how he’d give you a promotion right away, how workers like you were exactly what he needed in his company. And Bruce was intrigued. Because, how come such a gem was working under him, and he had no idea?

He had to change that, clearly.

“Miss [L/N]?” he asked you once as you were about to leave for the day. You turned around and couldn’t hide the way your eyes widened in surprise. What did your boss want? And how come he’d remembered your name?

“Yes, Mr. Wayne?” you looked up at him and tried to focus. A million thoughts were running through your head. What did he want? Why had he chased you? Oh goodness, had he chased you? Had he run a background check on you of some sorts and was unsatisfied with the work you were doing? Were you going to be fired? You couldn’t – you’d been working here for about five years and never once slacked off. This couldn’t be happening, could it?

“I was wondering if you would like to join me to dinner later this week.” The words rolled smoothly out of his mouth, practiced, precise. He knew what he wanted and was not going to play around.

“Dinner?” you repeated, furrowing your brows. “This week? With you?”

“Dinner, this week, yes. That’s what I said.” Bruce nodded, and patiently awaited a response. He knew it might be weird. Your boss, whom you did not know, suddenly asked you for dinner?

You stared at him, running his words over in your head. Your boss wanted to have dinner with you. Your boss. Bruce Wayne wanted to have dinner with you. Part of your brain told you this was a terrible idea. Everyone knew what the papers said about Bruce Wayne, that he was a womanizer, a playboy. You didn’t want to be just another name in a long line of women he slept with.

But there was something inside of you that kept screaming “GO TO DINNER WITH BRUCE WAYNE PLEASE. YOU LITERALLY HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE”.

Except perhaps, your job. What if he asked something of you, something you couldn’t give him? What if he punished you for it? What if, all along, this was a big ploy to check his sources and get you fired?

“Miss [L/N]? Is everything alright?” Bruce asked, looking at you in concern.

Screw it. You were a damn good employee. There was no way your boss was going to fire you, murder you, or whatever other silly ideas were going around in your head. You shook them away and looked at him once again, smiling.

“Yes, sorry. Everything is fine. And yes, dinner sounds really nice. Thank you for inviting me.”

Bruce gave you a polite nod, before looking behind you, where his limo went.

“I will send you the details later then. Is Thursday okay?”

“Yes! Thursday is fine.”

Bruce nodded again, and looked at his limo, this time with a tad more urgency.

“Miss [L/N], I would offer you a ride home, but I have quite the long list of errands to attend to. I will see you later this Thursday then.” He smiled – he smiled – and made his way towards a black limo, where an older man dressed nicely opened the door for him.

You couldn’t help staring as the car drove away.

You were going to dinner with your boss. With Bruce Wayne.

Surely, there was no need to panic, right?

Turns out, there hadn’t been no need to panic at all.

In fact, things went great.

Dinner with Bruce had been surprisingly pleasant.

It started out a bit awkward, with you not really knowing what your position there was, but after Bruce reassured you there was nothing wrong with your performance at work, you relaxed.

And surprisingly, so did he.

He found himself conversing with you the way he hadn’t done in a long time – casually, truthfully, openly. Sure, he didn’t tell you all of the secrets he kept, but he was genuine in his answers about his favourite memories from his childhood, or his hobbies, what season he liked the most, or whatever other question you had for him.

It felt nice to have a companion who wasn’t merely interested in his name or title or wealth. You didn’t seem to care about those, preferring to get to know Bruce Wayne the man, as opposed to Bruce Wayne the name.

He asked you about your life and you replied truthfully as well, telling him stories from when you were growing up, sharing some of your hopes and dreams, and opening up about yourself.

Bruce thought you were fascinating – at first he thought the things people said about your kindness were just polite office talk, but after spending 20 minutes with you, he realised how true they were. You’d smiled at everyone on the way to the restaurant, letting an old couple go inside before you (even though you two had arrived much earlier), refused to ask for anything without a gentle “Please” at the end.

And he could tell you weren’t fake – he was often met with fake smiles and faux politeness everywhere he went, but he could tell you were genuine, and it just made him even more interested in you. After all, not only you were beautiful, with your hair carefully tucked behind your ears, and a fitting dress that, while modest, still managed to make you stand out, but you seemed to be beautiful inside as well.

By the time you got to dessert, you were laughing heartily, head thrown back as joy overtook you. Bruce had been telling you about the worst excuses he’d made to get out of social events, and the last few truly were something. You then realised he was not the man media portrayed him to be. No, he seemed much more down to earth, more focused, more sensible. Not at all the reckless playboy gossip magazines painted him as. It was a pleasant surprise, and you were enjoying every minute of your evening.

At the end of the night, he drove you to your apartment (more like gave you a lift, since his driver – whom you learned to be his butler Alfred – was the one who had taken you to the restaurant in the first place) and walked you to your door, like a true gentleman. You giggled and swayed a bit, having drank a tad too much of wine. You weren’t drunk, no, but you could feel that pleasant buzz flowing through your veins, the one that made you gigglier and happier and made everything a bit funnier.

Bruce steadied you by letting you hold onto his arm and caught you when you tripped on the stairs to your building. You laughed loudly and he pulled you up, allowing you to face him clearly. Your breath caught in your throat, and you giggled once more when you realised how close you were, and how you could feel the alcohol on his breath.

“I really liked tonight,” you said, nodding along to your words. You had been drinking, but you weren’t dumb, and weren’t going to ruin the lovely night you’d had. As far as you were concerned, this could simply be a dinner for him to try and get to know you better, and not anything remotely romantic.

His next words changed your mind.

“Me too,” he said. “I’m sorry if my invitation was abrupt. You’ll have to forgive me, but when I saw you working with Fox that day, I was curious.”

“Curious?”

“Yeah. Everyone said wonders about you, and you seemed like a great worker, and not to mention you’re quite beautiful – “

“You asked about me?” you giggled, covering your mouth with your hand. Somehow, that was the line your brain picked up in this whole conversation. “You’re a stalker!”

“And I apologize for that.” Bruce steadied you once again when you leaned back to laugh and let out a dry chuckle. “But I really enjoyed our evening. I was hoping that you’d accompany me to dinner some other time?”

You looked at him, eyes now getting heavier. The wine was working its magic, and instead of moving around, you stood very still, enjoying the feel of Bruce’s arms around you.

“Dinner? Some other time?”

“Yes.”

“Like a date?” You don’t know what prompted you to say that out loud. That’s what you were wondering, yes, but you weren’t actually going to say it out loud, too scared to face rejection, too scared that this whole thing was a misunderstanding, and he wasn’t interested in you at all.

Bruce looked at you, surprised by your forwardness. Not that he wasn’t thinking the exact same thing – he was – but he thought he’d have to be the one doing the pursuing. After all, he was the “stalker”, as you put it.

“Yes, [Y/N], as a date,” he nodded. “Like a date. As I said, I’m interested in you. I know it might not be appropriate, seeing as I’m your boss, but I won’t lie and say you haven’t caught my eye, and I would really like to go on another date with you.”

You smiled, hands resting on the collar of his coat.

“This was a date?”

He shrugged, “If you want it to be.”

You pretended to think, placing a delicate finger on your chin, and looking away.

“Hmmmm…. I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.” Playing the part, you stepped away from him and tried to climb the stairs to your building door. Unfortunately, your foot caught onto one, and the floor went flying on your direction.

Luckily, steady arms wrapped around your waist, preventing you from falling face first. Bruce pulled you to him once again, and this time he swore he could see all the specks in your pretty eyes. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you couldn’t look away. Bruce’s eyes fell to your lips for a brief second, and you followed his gaze, wishing he would close the distance between you too.

But Bruce Wayne might be a lot of things and do a lot of things – but he wouldn’t take advantage of you. Not right now, when the wine was clearly getting to your head. He was going to do this properly.

He pushed away from you and gave you a friendly pat on the arm. Upon seeing the way your face fell, he mentally kicked himself. Shit. It was the wrong thing to do, wasn’t it? He should’ve just kissed you. But you weren’t thinking straight. And he didn’t want to take advantage of that.

“Goodnight, [Y/N].” He said, offering you a smile.

“Why are you such a goddamned coward?” A tiny voice in your head asked repeatedly. Why didn’t you just kiss him? You had a great time, didn’t you? He said so himself. He called it a date. He wanted to go on another. Why were you always so scared of going for what you wanted? Why dint you just take the plunge and do what you wanted to for once in your life?

Shaking away your nerves, you stepped forward and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Goodnight, Bruce.” You said, nodding in contempt and walking towards your building. By the grace of some god up above, you found your keys rather quickly and didn’t have to deal with the awkwardness that would’ve surely followed, so you just walked inside and closed the door behind you.

It was Alfred who had to break Bruce out of his trance.

“Perhaps you could take a picture of the building and take it with you, seeing as it is far too cold for you to stare at the real thing the entire night.” He said in a sarcastic manner, causing Bruce to stare at him and get in the car, but not without shooting one last look at the building.

He’d see you again for sure.

Things went smoothly after that.

You went out a few more times, and within about two months, he officially asked you to be his girlfriend. You accepted of course – after all, you were just as head over heels for him as he was for you.

You had to settle some boundaries for your office life to work out. You didn’t want anyone thinking you were shagging your boss for a promotion, or financial extras – not at all. So, you set some ground rules.

No PDA at work – this was rule number one, and it was the most important one. After you two started dating, Bruce found himself seeking you out more during the day, just to catch up or look at you (he was whipped). You’d noticed, and it was hard keeping yourself away from him. PDA was a big no-no. You two had to be professional and keep your personal relationship out of the office.

No pet names, no endearment terms, and minimal contact as it was. He’d once nearly gotten himself in trouble, having to switch from “My dear” to “Miss [L/N}”. It was tough and some employees looked at him funny, but he just walked away with his Wayne confidence, and no one said a word.

If you two did want to meet, it’d have to be after work hours, or during breaks, and in private. You would often bring him lunch, sit by his side in his office and just talk about your day and go over work stuff. He liked the privacy his office offered. He could have you in his lap, laugh about whatever silly reality show the Gotham gossip channels had on, and just enjoy some time off work.

No special treatment of any sort. This was very important. He couldn’t turn a blind eye to any problems you’d caused or any work you hadn’t done properly. Thankfully for him, you’d always been an excellent worker and he never had to reprimand you nor scold you. But he also couldn’t just praise you for every little thing you did – at least not at work.

It was hard, to say the least.

At home, you enjoyed being close to him, away from prying eyes, doubtful employers or clingy assistants who wanted his everlasting attention. And you could manage just fine at work as well – sure, you didn’t like seeing other workers drool all over him and beg for him to look their way, but you were also always far too busy to pay them any attention. After all, you had so much work to do.

But Bruce couldn’t say the same thing.

He’d go down a few floors to check on one particular project, or to supervise a series of workers, and find you busying yourself around with tasks, giving orders, keeping files in check, and turning in reports, and you’d look so great doing all of that. Efficient, hard-working. That’s what everyone had called you.

But then he’d see every other person had noticed the same. He could see the way other men looked at you, calling you over to ask questions and chit chat with you. They’d try to make you laugh, offering you charming smiles when they achieved so, and Bruce had to control every fibre in his being not to walk over to where you were and punch those smug grins off their faces.

Their games didn’t work on you though. You’d politely decline their advances, and declare you were taken, but some of them were too damn persistent. To those, you simply wished a good day and returned to your tasks. Something inside Bruce beamed with pride, and he would be lying if he said their upset faces did not bring him joy.

“C’mon [Y/N], it’s just one dinner. What wrong can that do, huh? I’ll take you to some place real nice,” a man in the same department as yours once pleaded, holding your hands in his. Bruce’s jaw twitched and you firmly moved away from him.

“Sorry Joe, I told you, I’m very busy. And even if I wasn’t, I have a very loving partner, and would never cheat on them.” Your voice was calm, but he could tell you weren’t comfortable with the way he touched you.

Joe scoffed.

“Some partner you have – you leave by yourself every single day. How come they never come pick up their missus, huh? If I had a girl like you, I’d come pick her up every day. What kind of douchebag leaves his girlfriend all alone? C’mon – one dinner with me and you’ll forgetting all about that idiot.” Joe moved towards you once again to grab your arm, but you moved away, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I told you; I wasn’t interested. And please do not touch me. Now, you should get back to work. Your monthly reports tell me you’ve been slacking, and I would hate to have to give you a warning.” You said firmly, raising your chin and gripping your clipboard tighter.

Joe scrambled for words, and you walked away. While brushing past Bruce, you could feel the smirk in his voice as he whispered “That’s my girl” for only you to hear.

But sometimes, he had to jump in and save you.

Well, perhaps save wasn’t the right word.

Because you didn’t need saving – he was just jealous.

You were taking a break from your weekly roundups, sitting at your desk, and chatting happily with your closest work friends. You leaned forward to whisper in a woman’s ear, and the both of you leaned back in laughter.

“Good morning, ladies,” a man in a nice-looking dark blue suit said, approaching the two of you. His blonde hair fell loosely over his eyes, and he did little to nothing to tame it.

“Raph! Hey – you’ll not believe what [Y/N] just told me,” your friend smiled, and “Raph” bent over to listen closely to what she whispered to him. He widened his eyes in surprise, before snorting in response.

“You’re kidding.” He turned to you.

You shook your head, biting the pencil you’d taken to your lips. Bruce had half a mind to walk over to you and claim your lips then and there.

“Nope. Saw it with my own eyes.”

The three of you laughed again, and Raph quickly looked around. He clearly did not notice his boss staring at them from across the room, so he pulled up a chair nearby and sat down.

You three engaged in lively conversation, and Bruce fumed at the sight of you leaning towards him every so often and giggling, bending over to whisper in his ear and touch his arm. Why were you so god damn close to him? Was there something going on between the two of you? Why the hell did he not keep his hands to himself?

Bruce’s patience snapped when he saw Raph take your hand in his and place a dramatic kiss on your knuckles. You looked at him and rolled your eyes, doing your best to pry your hand from his.

“Let go of me Raph, you’re absolutely disgusting.” Bruce noticed the way you smiled as you spoke each one of your next words, and something twisted in his stomach. A very ugly feeling that told him he did not like the way you seemed so close to Raph, nor the way he seemed to touch you so effortlessly. Why the hell was he touching you in the first place? Did he not know you were taken? He decided then and there this had to stop. This man needed to get his hands off you, right this moment.

“I’m serious – ugh – get off me, you’re sick! Get away!”

“I believe the lady has told you to let go of her hand.” Bruce’s voice echoed in the room, and nearly everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat and Raph, who was sitting next to you, quickly stood up, brushing his suit.

“Sir – Mr. Wayne, I wasn’t – “

“Working? Clearly. Shouldn’t you be occupying yourself with your tasks at hand, other than harassing your coworkers?” The words left his mouth with venom, and he looked very angry – part of you had to stifle a laugh.

“Mr. Wayne, I promise I wasn’t harassing, I was – “

“Get back to your job before I do something about it.”

Raph shot you an apologetic look before scurrying away.

“Miss [L/N]?”

“Yes?”

“A word.”

You shrugged bashfully at your friend and followed Bruce. He led you away from your department, looking inside each passing room to find one that was empty. Once he found what he was looking for, he pushed you inside, locked the door behind you, and pressed himself against you, kissing you passionately.

A gasp left your lips before you returned his kiss, hands instinctively wrapping around his neck and in his hair. He licked your lower lip as if asking for permission, and you granted it with a soft whimper which he swallowed, hands deftly pulling your hips closer and closer to him.

When you broke away for air, you noticed how flustered he was, and how his lips and chin were covered in lipstick.

“What was – what was that for?” you asked, panting.

“Couldn’t stand to see that bastard all over you,” Bruce muttered, before moving on to press kisses against the column of your neck. You sighed in pleasure and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Raph is just a friend.”

Bruce snorted.

“Yeah, and he’s clearly interested in you. Idiot. Doesn’t he know you’re mine?”

At these words, you pushed away from him and burst out laughing.

“Mind explaining what’s so funny?” Bruce asked you, raising an eyebrow.

“Bruce,” you managed to say in between laughs, “Honey, Raphael is gay!” You kept laughing, staring at his dumbfounded expression.

“What?”

“Honey, he’s gay! We were talking about how I found his work crush sending dick pics to some random guy on Grindr!”

Bruce stopped in his tracks; brows furrowed in confusion.

“Gay?”

“Yes! He’s not interested in me silly – we’re just friends.”

“Oh.”

You resumed laughing, before adjusting your clothes and trying to wipe some of the lipstick off his face.

“Bruce, were you jealous?” you asked, cocky grin playing in your lips.

“No – I wasn’t – “

“Oh gosh, you were!” You smiled warmly at him. It was flattering, and you felt slightly bad for him. He had been worrying over nothing. “You don’t have to, you know?”

“They’re all after you. I know it.”

“They’re really not,” you replied, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “And even if they were, I only have eyes for you. You know that right?”

He nodded, kissing you again.

“Besides,” you pulled away for air, fiddling with his tie. “If anything, I should be the jealous one. Every woman in this building is in love with you. And your personal assistant has tried not once, not twice, but three times bending over your desk, so you’ll look at her chest.”

Bruce shook his head, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“I couldn’t care less. I only have eyes for you.”

“Well then, you have to learn to behave. This is still my workplace, and I still have to interact with all of these people. And unless you want everyone finding out about us, you’re gonna have to learn how to deal with your jealousy better.”

He sighed, dropping his head to rest it on your chest. You smiled and ran fingers through his hair absentmindedly.

“I only have eyes for you, you know.”

“And I only have eyes for you.” He replied, before straightening up and fixing his hair and clothes. He looked at you for confirmation and you nodded, wiping whatever lipstick he had on his face, and fixing his tie and shirt. “Perfect”, you mumbled.

Bruce gave you a quick kiss and you walked outside. He’d wait a few minutes before following.

He really needed to work on those jealousy issues.

And he did!

Sort of.

He tried not to think too much about it when coworkers of yours praised and complimented you. “Hey [L/N], heard the turnover rates stabilised thanks to you! Good job!”. “Nice outfit, [Y/N]. Makes your eyes stand out. Very nice.”. “Hey, you saw this week’s morale reports? They skyrocketed – you’re too good at your job, we should all just quit.” It made his blood boil.

He tried not to think too much when your colleagues brought you any sorts of gifts. Coffee, when you were feeling tired, cookies or some other snacks when you were hungry, some even offered to go get you full fledged meals like salads or other dishes from the cafeteria just so you could keep working. You were so kind to everyone – it was only natural the ones around you reciprocated. And Bruce loved it – he loved that people recognised how generous you were, how downright good you were, and wanted to repay in kind. But it still made him somewhat envious.

So, he decided to take action.

One particular morning, he found you in your floor, working tirelessly. It had been a very stressful week, and you’d been far too busy to even visit him at the Manor or have dinner with him. He missed you. Missed your smiles, your laughter, your voice, your touch. Alfred was positive he was behaving like a child whose favourite blanket had been taken from him. It was endearing, yet also somewhat pathetic.

He approached you from behind, ignoring the surprised and stunned gazes everyone around you gave him. He embraced you from behind, dropping his head to your neck, and kissing you there.

You gasped in surprise, face covered in an expression of astonishment. What was going on? Was that Bruce? What was he doing here? And why was he kissing your neck? You were in the middle of organising a few very important reports and did not have time for distractions of any sort.

“Bruce – what are you doing?” you whispered, voice laced in shock.

“You’ve been working so hard, my love,” he said, intentionally loud for everyone to hear. “You should take a break.”

“Bruce, we’re working – we can’t – why are you – “ you had no words. No PDA, no nicknames, no special treatment. Why was Bruce breaking these rules all of a sudden?

“I missed you, of course. You’ve been exhausting yourself. Look at what I brought you,” he placed a cup of coffee on top of your desk, and you gasped. It wasn’t just any coffee; it was a very special brand that you only got one or two times due to how expensive it was. “You need sustenance.”

“Wow, Bruce, I mean, thank you so much, but you didn’t have to – “

“Of course I had to. Can’t have my beautiful girlfriend burning out, now, can I?” He lifted himself up and faced you clearly. He then proceeded to dip down and capture your lips with his, hand cupping your cheek and rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. He parted from you slightly, and whispered against your lips, “I couldn’t pretend anymore. Couldn’t stand being away from you. Screw everyone else. If they have a problem, they can come and talk to me. I’m the boss, after all, aren’t I?”

You looked at him through your lashes and offered him a soft smile. You couldn’t lie; you too missed Bruce, and it was getting harder and harder to pretend you didn’t know him at all. You gave him a soft tug on his tie and pressed another kiss to his lips. He could feel your smile against him, and it only made him smile in return.

Bruce then stood up, straightened his suit, and caressed your cheek.

“I bought lunch. Meet me in my office in two hours?”

“Yeah. I’d like that very much.”

He stole another kiss from you, causing you to chuckle, and walked away, as if he hadn’t just shocked the entire HR department to hell and back with his actions.

It didn’t matter.

They all knew you were his now.

A/N: And that's it! I hope you guys enjoyed it! I love this man so much okay. And wish me luck, going to rewatch TDKR with the family. Yesterday we watched TDK and I don't think my family understood the sheer magnitude of that movie... 😔

Oh well! It'll be fun!

Once again, thank you very much! And please keep your eyes wide open, I have a surprise coming up for everyone!

Have an amazing day ahead!

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summary: in which a mysterious boy leaves a note for you to call him in your workplace, so you do

a/n: got a super vague request for george content so hope i did him justice!!! i luv george sorry if it's soo short

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Hello 👋 kudos to your 1k! I was browsing through the Fernando Alonso tag and I love the way you write him! Can we have Fernando Alonso (REJECTED as unworthy by parents because of the age gap etc.) blurb?

thank you thank you! always a sucker for fernando age gap

ACCEPT IT. ❨ fernando alonso x reader ❩

for a whole year, you didn’t tell your family about fernando. thankfully, none of them had social media, so there was no spoiling your relationship. fernando asked, time and time again, to meet your parents and every time you conjured some kind of stupid excuse.

but you knew they’d never understand. fernando was sixteen years older than you, but you’d known from the first date that he was the one for you. the age difference didn’t matter, to either of you. all that mattered was you had each other. but to your parents, it wasn’t quite so simple.

in a way, you were fine with keeping your boyfriend a secret from them. you knew it couldn’t go on forever, but you wanted the peace just a little longer. that was, until your parents decided to show up at your door, completely unannounced.

“surprise!” they exclaimed, stood on the other side of your apartment door. you freeze, knuckles turning white around their grip on the handle. fernando’s only a few feet away in the kitchen, perking up when he hears the guests. “we were passing through town and thought we would pop in — since we haven’t seen you in so long.”

before you could say a word, or try to shut the door in your mother’s face, fernando was right behind you, a hand on your waist.

“hello,” he greets, looking between them and you. you want the ground to swallow you up. “mr and mrs y/l/n, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

extending his hand past you, your father hesitantly takes it, sharing quizzical looks with your mother as they stepped into the apartment. the room was tense, waiting in anticipation for them to put two and two together.

“and who’s this…?” your mother eventually asks, your fathers eyes glued to fernando’s hand near your hip.

“this is fernando. my… boyfriend.”

jesus, if there was every a moment that you wanted to erase from your brain, it was the look that crossed both your parents’ faces in that moment. your heart broke for fernando, knowing how he wanted to make a good impression on your parents.

“y/n—”

“seriously, him?”

your eyes rolled, squeezing fernando’s arm as you step in front of him, a human barrier between him and the wrath of your parents. “don’t be like this, please. i love him—”

“he’s practically my age!” your father exclaimed, rage boiling in him. you felt yourself growing defensive, sick with how they were talking about fernando like he wasn’t even there. “no, y/n. i forbid it.”

“dad—” your eyes widen, feeling fernando slink back from you. this isn’t his fight, and he knows it. he doesn’t know who you’ll pick, despite all of his hope that he’ll be your first choice.

“he’s old enough to be your father, y/n!” your mother interjects, her tone slightly less vicious than your dad’s. “do you really think this can work?”

“yes!” you suddenly exclaim, voice stern and sure. all three look at you, surprised at your stance on the situation. “he’s treated me better than either of you ever have. i’m happy with him — and it’s been working for over a year. i didn’t tell you because i knew you’d freak out like this. i’ve told you that i love him, and if you can’t accept that, you need to leave.”

your parents stare, wide—eyed, and fernando looks just as surprised (though with a little more of a smile). in fact, you’re a little shocked at yourself.

“what on earth are you talking about?”

“get out. this is as much fernando’s apartment as it is mine. it’s simple — you’re either okay with that, or you leave.”

a few minutes and one stare—down later, the door is closed behind your parents and you’re falling into fernando’s arms, relief overtaking you.

“you didn’t have to do that,” he mumbles into your hair, speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes.

“yes, i did,” you sigh, gazing up at him with heavy lids. “i meant it. i love you, and i’m not giving that up just because they don’t approve. screw them, okay? we don’t need them.”

fernando smiles, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. you had each other, and that was enough.

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woahiwrite · 6 months

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Hi 👋🙂

I saw that you're taking requests and that you write for Tomas. There just isn't enough of him on this site and I am down BAD for this Smokey Bear ❤️. Could you maybe write about him having a partner who doesn't know how to fight so he teaches her some basic moves? Could go a bit NSFW if you feel it, could be fem or GN reader. Obviously feel free to ignore too!

Tomas Teaching Reader How To Fight (18+)

Warnings: NSFW after a certain point! Minors leave or I'm calling Liu Kang to reset your timeline. The NSFW will be marked with -----. The HCs switch to more oneshot style writing once it reaches the NSFW section. Reader is loosely described as just being smaller than Tomas and is female!

Hello Anon! You're so right, Tomas needs more love. I will feed the Tomas tag as much as your heart desires.

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• Tomas definitely asked you if you knew how to fight

• He was all for protecting you, he loved the thought of it

• Though he wasn't naive enough to think he would always be there to do so

• One thing led to another, and you had set up your own training schedule

• It was flexible, working off of Tomas' own schedule, and depending on how much you were feeling it

• He wouldn't push you to pick up some rough and tumble training regiment, he wanted you to be comfortable

• But he also wanted you to be safe

• Tomas would start out very simple, punches and kicks, blocks and dodges

• You may have asked to learn how to use the karambit like he had, but he turned that offer down

▪︎ "Basics first, then, we can talk about you learning the karambit."

• You were excited to spend more time with Tomas either way, so you were pleased

• As agile and strong as he was, you could tell Tomas was slowing down a lot to help you understand

• Allowing you to see the form, to see how his body curves, and to replicate it yourself

• Ask questions, he will break it down as much as you need him to

• He's quite happy to, actually

• It's about two months of learning the basics at a consistent rate before you start to do anything together

• Of course, he would let you practice on him, but this was a little different

• From now on, you would add some grappling to your training

• What good was knowing the basics if the moment the opponent got you to the ground, you had no idea what to do?

• The first few lessons were simply you watching while Tomas broke it down with another ninja of the Lin Kuei

• Going from showing you what it would be like at more fast speeds, before slowing it down so you could actually see what the hell he was doing

• It excited you to think of getting to learn how to get out of tricky situations

• Also the thought of eventually learning how to flip Tomas was an entertaining one

------(NSFW content: dry humping, almost getting caught)-----

• Though you couldn't say you expected to notice how...different it was to actually be the one performing the different escape techniques

• Watching was one thing, but you wouldn't deny that you could barely focus when it was you participating

• Tomas was saying something

• Definitely important with how his hands were moving as he talked, probably running through the motions

• All you could focus on was the feeling of his thighs on either side of your waist

• The way he seemed so much bigger than he already was from this angle

▪︎ "Are you listening?"

Bringing your gaze back up to Tomas', you felt your face grow hot at being caught. He seemed amused but also a little shy at your shameless staring, either way he didn't make any comments on it. "Yes, I'm listening." You stated, your hands resting on his thighs as you tried to focus back in on the lesson at hand. Though really, you just focused in on his face the moment he had finished explaining what you had to do to escape from him. The scar that ran over his left eye, the one that ran across his forehead, the most prominent beauty mark that resided just a bit above his lips. It almost felt like they were begging for your own lips to press against them. Which you had before, multiple times, in scenarios not too different from this.

Slightly adjusting his sitting, Tomas brought one hand down to press against your neck, reaching down to his belt, he pulled out a karambit. "Don't worry, this one is dull." He stated, before positioning his hand as if ready to attack you with it. You swallowed thickly, tongue briefly darting out to wet your lips, and you didn't miss the way his eyes followed the motion. "Try to escape." The slight strain in Tomas' voice almost made you grin, though instead, you decided you should probably actually try your best. You'd been learning this, hands on, for a week, and you'd always fallen short. Needing him to go easy on you so you could successfully get him off.

You didn't want that this time though. You wanted to show him how much you've trained on your own time. Planting your feet, the moment he began to flex his arm to bring it in for a slash, you drove your knee up into his back. He fell forward, letting out a grunt at the force of it, his hand landing beside your head. Keeping your foot braced on your other leg, you restricted him the best you could from being able to sit back up. Bringing your hands in to bend and push down the arm of the hand that was on your neck, you kept your hands secured around it. Then came the hardest part, Tomas wasn't holding his weight up, keeping you pinned moreso with that than anything else, so you struggled to displace him enough to flip him off of you.

You kept his arm in place so he couldn't disengage, breaking away your leg positioning quick enough so you could hook your leg over his and try to swipe his foot inward. At first, he simply readjusted his foot, and he began to pull your body up with his as he got the opportunity to sit back up. You huffed, and swiped at his foot harder, causing it to slip and shift his bodyweight to one side. Using that to your advantage, you used all the strength you had left to push him over. You felt excitement rush through your veins when his back hit the mat with a thud, letting out an excited exclamation and completely forgetting you hadn't truly gotten away from him yet.

"You didn't have to go easy o-" His hand that you had released came up to grab your arm and pull you back down onto him, but instead of being met with further trial, you were met with a kiss. Despite all the built up energy, his lips against yours was soft, the kiss passionate. You relaxed against his hold, eyes closing as you brought your arms down to wrap around his shoulders. When he pulled away, you were left breathless, and when your eyes opened, you were met with a look of pure adoration. You smiled, "Was that my reward?"

Tomas laughed, pulling your body up with ease to assist with you both untangling your legs from the awkward position you had ended in. "You almost sound disappointed." He grinned, putting down the dull karambit he had been holding, sliding it aside so he could have you in both his arms. Straddling his waist, you didn't fail to feel the press of his erection against you. Taking a gamble, you pulled your hips up before slowly pushing them back down, grinding against him. A shaky breath fell from Tomas' lips, and you felt pleased feeling his hands press against your back, trying to pull you closer.

"Not disappointed..never disappointed." You brought your hands forward to cup his face, pressing your lips to his as you began to cant your hips at a more steady pace. Your shared moans were muffled by the kiss, to be briefly heard by the both of your ears and your ears only. You had almost forgotten you were in the training room, almost.

The first to hear the sound of approaching footsteps and the voices of a small group, Tomas pulled away quickly. At first, you were confused, thinking you had done too much in a space like this, then you noticed the wide eyed glance Tomas sent towards the closed doors. You had quickly stood up, then, working to adjust your ruffled clothes and just hoped whoever came in wouldn't have an inkling of an idea as to what had happened. Tomas mimicked your behavior, wiping his sleeve over his mouth to rid the lingering glisten of saliva, adjusting his clothes because now you had him almost painfully hard.

Door sliding open, you were greeted with a few Lin Kuei, stretching their arms as they prepared to practice for the day. "Tomas." They bowed to him as they walked passed, grabbing training weapons of their choice. Tomas nodded his head, bending down to pick up the karambit he had slid aside and place it back on the weapons table. You decided to make your departure quick, lips pursed and trying not to laugh at the struggle of your boyfriend. Tomas was not far behind you, letting out a relieved sigh once out of the suddenly suffocating practice room.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect us-"

"Don't worry about it, you did good today."

You smiled at his kindness, and gently nudged his arm with your shoulder, "We can stop by your room for a bit..can't we?"

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vibratingskull · 7 months

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Hello! 👋 I have a request if you don't mind. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 Thrawn x f!reader reunion sex. F!reader was with Morgan, Bylan, Shin, and Sabine in finding Thrawn cause that's her man and she misses him and when they reunite, they have passionate alone time together 😏

Mmmmmmmmh 😋 smexy times with Thrawn, you have such good tastes anon. Plus Lars interpretation is DOING THINGS to me 😩🥵

Thrawnxf!reader

tag : reunion sex, cunnilingus, p in v sex, she/her reader and a bit of fluff

“What was first just a dream has become a frightening reality for those who may oppose us.” He casually says, closing the gap between him and the group with his signature smirk.

You straighten your back, gulping, your heart beating at 100 miles per hour.

Finally.

After ten years.

You can see him in all his glory.

Thrawn…

Your heart screams to throw yourself at him, everyone be damned, but it is a bad idea. None of them are aware of your relationship with Thrawn, you took great care in hiding that from them. This info is too sensitive to be known by anyone. Morgan would have tried to get rid of you if she knew, her thirst for power and glory pushing her to follow and obey Thrawn in all matters, but she’s not without deviances and you don’t trust her enough, Thrawn didn’t trust her enough either to reveal your relationship to her back in the Empire.

But you, you know her.

She always struck you as an odd choice for Thrawn to take as a protégé… She always lacked the genius he saw in Vanto and Faro, maybe it’s her undying loyalty that resembles obsession that pleased him? You doubt it. He surely only took her under his wings to know more about the Force and fight the jedis more efficiently.

“Great mothers, I salute you. Soon we should all escape this exile thanks to the help of Morgan Elsbeth.”

Oh that voice… so soft and melodic like in your memories. How much you yearned to hear it again. It makes you want to run into his arms and hug him tightly, to jump in his embrace and kiss him deeply.

But that would be stupidly dangerous. Elsbeth is too savage and you don’t feel those… Great Mothers. Something tells you they are the kind to exploit any weakness.

The discussion continues while your eyes remain on your man, your treasure, your cha’cah… He’s old. He seems tired and weary, his uniform is patched up. The weight of years really makes itself felt despite his haughty demeanor.

But to you he’s never been so handsome.

Nothing could compare to him and the moment of your reunion.

This instant is magic, timeless. A fairy tale. You feel light bubbles in your stomach. But you have one lingering fear…

“And you are?” he asks Baylan, clasping his hand behind his back as you remember him doing.

“Mercenaries” Morgan explains “Baylan Skoll, and his apprentice Shin Hati.” She presents them, they bow lightly to him, remaining humble. “And (Y/n)(F/n), but I think you already know her.”

You take a step forward and bow respectfully to him, a sour taste in your mouth. What if his sentiment faded during this ten years exile? What if he found comfort in the arms of one of his stormtroopers? What if you’re just too old for him now?

You look into his eyes as you raise back your head, he glares back at you with a light grin.

“I do remember. We used to work closely to defeat the enemy of the Empire together.”

“Indeed, Grand Admiral.” You nod humbly.

Oh to be close, you were close. As close as you can be. He takes his time to gauge you up and down with his little grin before turning back to Baylan.

“Then you must be General Baylan Skoll, of the Jedi order.”

----------------------------------------------------

You're fidgeting your fingers, laying on the bed.

You can’t sleep.

You’re well awake under the covers, eyes fixated on the stone ceiling of the cold room, mulling over your situation.

You find him! A hunt of ten years just ended, and you hoped for… more? Just after finishing the presentations Thrawn and Morgan locked themself in a room to strategize your next moves. Baylan, Shin and you were left arms dangling without anything to do. You tried to access the Chimaera to visit your old room but the captain, Enoch, stopped you and escorted you back to the stone citadel without a word.

You’re not welcome in the Chimaera anymore it seems.

Are your fears correct?

Did he find someone else?

You sigh deeply, turning in the cover again.You try not to think too much about it, you wished you could ask him for an explanation but each time you tried to enter the room a soldier stopped you. And you don’t think he would have appreciated to be disturbed in his brainstorming session for heart matters.

You bite your lips, feeling tears building behind your eyes. Even after ten years that still hurts like hell. You hoped for an explosive reunion, but you got a nod and a grin before getting ignored and relegated to a goon status. If only you could just cross path with him in the corridors, just one discussion to clear the air and know your situation for certain, if only-

You hear knocks at your door.

You raise your head. It’s almost 3am, who would come at this hour?

“Coming!” You shout, praying for it not to be Enoch with bad news.

You open your door to Thrawn, hands behind his back, and a serious gaze.

“Oh…” That’s all you can say, you thought he was already sleeping.

Apparently the session with Morgan only ended moments ago.

“May I enter?” he politely asks.

You step to the side, signaling him your permission. He enters slowly, like he’s discovering the room. You close the door and cross your arms, as much to protect you from the cold than to protect yourself from what he could throw at you.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, a little anxious.

He spins on himself, turning to you.

“Nothing is wrong, dear. Nothing has ever been this brighter in ten years.”

You smile a bit, nodding.

“Yeah, I guess finally seeing your rescue group must lift a heavy weight off your shoulders.”

“It is true. But I was not referring to that.” he counters. “Approach.”

You tilt your head, walking toward him. He extends his hand to you and you take it, wondering what he wants. He inspects your left hand and a smile graces his lips.

“You are still wearing your wedding ring.” you think you hear some relief in his tone but you can’t be sure.

“Yes. I kept it for all those years.” you admit.

“Does it still have value in your eyes?” he asks suddenly.

“What do you mean?” you frown.

“Your ring. Does it still hold any meaning to your heart?” he demands with gleaming eyes.

After a hesitation you nod.

“Yes. Yes it does.”

He looks into your eyes, as to see if you were lying and sighs of relief.

“You ease my heart.” he takes his left hand from behind his back into your hand, revealing his own ring “I kept mine too. It reminded me of you everyday.” He kisses your hand reverently.

You observe his ring on his finger, feeling your heart dilating with relief.

He didn’t forget you…

“Thank Maker.” you whisper, closing your eyes.

“Cha’cah.” you reopen your eyes, feeling his warm palms on your cheek “I am blissful to see you. I missed you terribly.”

“I missed you too.” you throw yourself in his arms, circling him tightly.

He squeezes you against his heart, kissing the top of your head.

“I am here, cha’cah. And I am not going anywhere this time.”

You raise your gaze to meet his, full of hope.

“You promise?” you hear your voice crack “I already lost you once, I won’t survive losing you a second time.”

“I promise cha’cah. From now on we will remain together, fight together, rule together…” he tries to appease you.

“I don’t care about ruling anybody, it’s you that I want!” You bury yourself against him, digging your nails in the fabric of his white uniform like he would evaporate. You don’t care about any powers, all you came here for is to bring him home, you will think about power after.

“You are right as always. I am sorry. This is the most important.” He murmurs as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.

He looms over you with his height, shielding you with his large shoulders. You start hearing a faint purr as he breathes in your musk.

“You smell lovely.” he finally says after a minute of silence.

“Yeah right!” you giggle “I’m sweaty and there aren't any showers here.”

“Well it is lovely nonetheless.” He inhales again with a growl of satisfaction “It is doing things to me…” he sighs deeply satisfied.

He starts kissing your exposed neck as you chuckle.

“Doing things to you? What happened to my unshakable Grand Admiral?”

“Maybe the unshakable Grand Admiral would like to revel in your delights.” he says lowly, pushing you gently against a wall.

You’re pressed between the cold stone and the large wall that is his chest, he kisses your neck, your jaw, stops to devour you with his red gaze and finally kisses your lips. You close your eyes to savor it, opening your mouth to let him enter. His tongue passes past your lips to hug and dance with yours. You moan against his soft lips, indulging yourself in the languorous kiss. His purr grows louder, a hand in your hair to press your lips against his, his other hand snakes its way in your back to pull your body against his. You circle his shoulders with your arm, a hand passing in his hair, dishevelling him. The kiss became heavy and feverish, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing your bare skin with his warm palm. You part with him to start unbuttoning his jacket with haste, barely containing your desire to simply tear it apart to gain access to his body. Thrawn chuckles darkly.

“I do not remember you so hasty.”

“We didn’t have 10 years to compensate.” you counter, you wince because a stupid button refuses to open.

He kisses your forehead tenderly and opens it for you, taking his sweet time deliberately.

“I don’t wanna play tonight.” you say between a plea and an order.

“You are right, this is cruel of me.”

He finishes to open his jacket at a more acceptable pace and take it off, leaving himself in his signature black tank top.

“Maker, your taste in fashion hasn't evolved in ten years.” you giggle.

He sighs and tackles your feet. You yelp in surprise, losing your balance but he catches you with expert hands and carries you bridal style to your basic bed. He lays you down, looming over you like a predator and kisses you again, pulling your shirt over your breast and sliding your bra under it to expose your sensitive tits. He lapps them avidly, licks across the mount and sucks them like he would gulp down a treat, groping them with his large warm hands. You whimper and arch your back under his ministrations, how right does it feel to feel him on you again…

He kisses your tit and passes to the other, giving it the same treatment while massaging the first one. Your breath gets stuck in your throat and you feel your pussy starting to leak with your slick and soaking your undergarment. You want his lips and hands everywhere on you at the same time, you want to feel the weight of his body on yours, pining you into place, you want him deep inside you.

“Hurry… Please hurry…” you whimper as his tongue works on your nipple.

“No.'' He berates you gently “I have been deprived of you for so long, let me enjoy it as I please.” He slowly trails his way down your stomach with his tongue, leaving a trail of fresh saliva from your breast to your tummy. He reaches the hem of your pants and takes a good lick at your venus mons with the flat of his tongue. He kisses it swiftly and opens your pants with deft hands.

“First, let me indulge myself in my favorite treat.” he says with a short breath, a rare visible sign of his excitement.

You try to raise your bust on your elbow to have a better view when he slides your panties to the side to gain access to your wet cunny. He blows on it lightly, letting the cold hair hit your sensitive bud. You whine, your pussy demanding attention urgently. He chuckles and kisses your pussy lips before taking a fat sloppy lick with the flat of his tongue. You throw your head backward with a moan as he licks and laps you thoroughly, he focuses on your clit, sucking it and flicking his tongue, giving it extra intention, eating you out as good as you remember him doing. Maker, in ten years he didn’t lose his touch, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. He looks straight into your eyes as he does it, unashamed, growling like a carnivore feasting on its prey. You inadvertently squeeze his head in the spasm of your thighs, his large hands come part them wide open to give him better access. You flush deeply, taking shallow breath you feel yourself trembling terribly as pleasure waves spread through your veins. He continues to tease you like a hungry man, unbothered by your trembling limbs locking his head in its place. The waves grow furious and you come on his face. You let yourself fall on the mattress, tired and ashamed.

“I’m sorry…” you whine between two gasps.

“Never apologize for that. It is exactly what I wanted and you delivered splendidly.” he purrs, working his tongue on your fold. Drinking your slick, he parts your folds and enters you and tonguefuck you thoroughly, darting and caressing your gummy spot so deliciously.

You didn’t know any other man during those ten years, you stayed faithful to him and rarely took the matter in your own hands because you were so busy working to get him back. Those ten years of abstinence got you so sensitive that one orgasm already took a toll on your delicate pussy. You grip his hair and face, trying to pull him off you but he doesn’t budge, remaining firmly in place.

“Thrawn… please…” you try.

“That is it. Call my name cha’cah, do not hesitate to scream it as you cum.” he coos, his swollen lips working on yours all puffy and soft.

You try to wiggle out of his grip but he holds down your hips firmly with a growl of disapprobation, warning you to never deprive him of your cunny. He purposely makes the most obscenes sounds to get you hot and bothered, to let you know that it is because of you he behaves like a rabid animal in heat, that he tossed both of your dignities to indulge in the sinful pleasures of the flesh. You moan under his skillful tongue, you are hypersensitive and already sore, how could you take another orgasm without shattering in a million pieces? Your pussy clench painfully over his tongue, you feel your muscles gorging themself with hot blood and puffing up.

“I missed that pussy.” He groans “You have no idea how much. Ten years without it was torture.”

“It… It wasn’t funny without you either.” you breathe.

“We will make up for it tonight, cha’cah. Do not worry about that.”

Oh you don’t worry about that, you worry about your spasming cunt. You feel your heart beating at max speed, ready to spring out of your ribcage. You feel your own blood beat furiously down in your core.

You come again, a powerful orgasm that tenses up all your muscles. You squirt in his mouth as you land on the mattress with a “oof”.

“Prodigious, cha’cah! You have done it!” He praises you, you can hear the warmth and the satisfaction in his voice and deep purr as he licks his lips hungrily. Thrawn adorns a smug smirk of making you cum two times. He kisses your clit and looms over you again, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

He places himself between your legs, raising up on his knees to take off his shirt and open his pants. You wearily push yourself in a sitting position to get rid of all your clothes sticky and full of sweat. You help him with his pants, seeing the bulge in the tight fabric. It must be painful for him, you think. He frees his erection and you take it in your hand, stroking it lazily and kissing its head. You lick his blue girth from the base to the tip, peppering kisses here and there. He inhales deeply, his head back, caressing your cheek. you take him in your mouth and circle his crown with your tongue. It is warm and heavy in your mouth, it makes you drool. You taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. You start bobbing your head when he gently pulls you off. You look at him without understanding, pouting like a child who just got denied a tasty candy.

“What you are doing with your mouth is delightful, cha’cah. But I want my cock inside your pussy as soon as possible.” He rasps.

You open your eyes wide.

In your pussy? No way.

You’re already so sore, he can’t be serious.

“Thrawn…” you whine “I can’t take another one…”

He gently pushes you back on the mattress, following you with a smirk.

“Of course you can, cha’cah. You are a big girl, you can take it and more. I trust you.” he licks and kisses your neck, weighing heavy on your more petite figure. You feel so safe under his warm, hot body.

He circles your waist with his arms and rolls on the side, pulling you on top of him.

“Ride me, my love. Take control.” He instructs.

You feel his dick poking at the plumpness of your ass, hard as a rock. You cry, your legs are already trembling, you don’t know if you can even ride him properly. You sigh and tiredly raise from your laying position to grasp him and align him with your sex. You ease yourself slowly on him, opening your mouth round at the full sensation.

Maker, he’s big! You forgot how much.

You’re stuffed to the brim, you can’t take more. His hands come caressing your waist to ease your muscles.

“You are doing great, cha’cah. Ride me as you please, what you want I will give.” He praises you.

You rise up and go down slowly, letting your slick act as a lubricant and it’s hardly a luxury given his girth. You breathe deeply through your nose and continue to ride him slowly, making circling motion with your hips. He can reach every spot with ease, you feel his tip brushing your cervix, deep inside you. You moan his name pathetically, your legs are barely working and you have difficulty raising your own weight on his shaft.

“Maker, were you always so tight?” he gasps with gleaming eyes.

You ride him sloppily as best you can, with Thrawn seizing your waist to help your motion, caressing you with his thumbs. He starts rutting into you delicately, but you can feel his eagerness bubbling under his skin. Despite that he respects the pace you choose.

When you reach the end of your rope you fall on him, gasping for air. He hugs you tight, kissing the top of your head while rutting deep inside you, one hand between your two bodies to caress your clit. You can’t move anymore, you really should work on your stamina, you think with a tired smile, letting him work. Your sore pussy is stretched to the max, your pussylips are all swollen and your abused clit is all puffy and nervous. You feel your inner muscle working to welcome his cock deep inside you, so much you feel waves in your stomach. His veiny shaft stretches you deliciously.

“Can I take the lead?” He softly asks.

You nod with a mumble, exhausted.

He makes you roll swiftly, getting on top of you again and installs a breakneck pace all of the sudden. He knocks the air out of your lungs, hitting your cervix with ease.

“Ha! Thrawn!” You manage to speak between two powerful thrusts.

“Hold on to me, cha’cah.” He indicates, panting, pressing himself against you and merely suffocating you.

Your head hits the headboard repeatedly, as you hold on to Thrawn for dear life. The scent of sex and his musk makes your head spin and the obscene noises of flesh hitting flesh resonate in the bedroom in an obsessing fashion. You gasp and mewls and whimper and sob, digging your nails in his large shoulders, his imposing figure shielding you completely. You let your gaze travel south and see how his cock disappears inside your body, a creamy O at the base of his shaft.

He rolls his hips like a jackhammer, pushing you into the mattress like it was nothing. You fear the bed will break, it’s clearly not made to bear such activities.

“It is so good, cha’cah. It is better than in my memories. Is it good for you too?” he asks, biting your lower lips.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you can only chant.

He plunges into you with force, at this point you’re more of a fleshlight he uses than an active participant. But you’re so exhausted, and the pleasure you feel is so great it stiffen your limbs, preventing you from moving. You feel your poor pussy getting abused, hit repeatedly by his mighty hips.

Despite his age, he really still got it.

It transports you back in time, with your younger self making love all night long, with him nuzzling against you, begging for another round while you just layed barely moving from exhaustion. In some way it is still the same, your older self just lasted less time.

You feel your pussy clenching on his cock again, and you just know you completely soaked up the sheets. You feel your slick and his pre-cum leaking of your cunny, running along your tight ass.

He holds your cheek tenderly and kisses you feverishly, muffling your mewls with his soft lips. His tongue comes to hug yours, languidly.

You cry his name as you cum again, seeing stars behind your closed eyes, tensing around his dick like it is trying to hold it deep inside, he kisses your cheek, purring loudly, clearly satisfied by his work.

His hips start jerking and moving erratically until he freezes, completely contracted, spurting long hot ribbons of seed in you. Your pussy milks him dry for all his worth.

He peppers your face with kisses, as you try to get back your breath.

“Can I remain inside? I want to enjoy you as long as I can.” he whispers in your ear.

You slowly nod, repressing a yawn.

He slides on the side, hugging you tight. You snuggle against him, your head against his beating heart.

“It was grandiose, was it not, cha’cah?” he kisses your forehead “I could go for another round if you wish?”

You hide your face in his chest with a pathetic whine.

“Alright.” He chuckles, “as you wish, my love."

You remain silent for long minutes, only listening to each other breathing. You draw circle on his wide chest with the tip of your finger before taking the floor.

"You're gonna find it stupid, but I was afraid you'd find someone else." You let out.

"Nobody could have taken your place, you are unique in my heart." Thrawn whispers back.

"Yet when Enoch refused me access to the Chimaera I thought our time was over." You turn your head to meet his gaze.

His hand comes grazing your cheek.

"I had to do… reforms to keep my troops alive. It was not against you. I will warn Enoch to give you free access to the ship first thing in the morning." He comforts you.

You pull the cover a bit over the both of you, thinking.

"I don't like Morgan." you let out "I don't trust her."

"Me neither. But she is a necessary evil to my plans."

"Necessary to the point of isolating yourself with her for hours?"

He gives you a sidelong glance with a smirk.

"Did you become jealous during those ten years?" he asks, amused.

"Yes, terribly. I want to know what you do with her." you demand.

"We simply planned our next campaign. I would like your opinion on some moves tomorrow, I trust your strategic abilities more than hers." He boops your nose and you wince exaggeratedly.

You remember the long hours you used to spend together, strategizing carefully each move, he asked your advices regularly, taking your opinions and suggestions very seriously despite his genius. You ended up sleeping at your desk several time but he would carry you to your shared bed and hug you tight... Those were simpler, nicer times.

You smile, looking in his magnificent red eyes.

"I love you, Thrawn." you murmur, eyes heavy with sleep.

"I love you, Ch'acah." He kisses your forehead "Sleep well."

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yanderefantasies · 1 year

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Hello 👋 can give yandere draco malfoy x reader headcanons please 🙏

Yea ofc, Ty for the ask!:))

I’ll be making these general hcs!

(I didn’t spellcheck this whoops)

Obsessive and possessive mix- I know, it’s a common match up, but I think it fits Draco decently well. If you want extra detail on type? Maybe a bit of delusional on the side

Draco is a build-up type of obsession, and once he hits that end point, he falls pretty fucking hard. It may start off as sneaking glances, a few hello’s in the morning, nothing too interesting to start anything.

You’d have to do something a little big to gain his attention honestly. He has too many things going on at once to focus on someone who fades into the background easily. Something like,, being a popular quidditch player, a top student, or a fellow rich Slytherin- regardless, it’ll have to be something to where people know you.

He’ll reach out first, despite appearances. Ask you to tag along with his ‘minions’, join their cart on the train, ask you to sit next to him during a quidditch game, it doesn’t inherently matter. All you know is that he’s giving you the time of day- and that’s stage one.

After awhile, Draco will consider you a friend, someone to rely on, ask for help from, seek when he’s bored; Don’t take these things for granted. If you brush him off too much, it’ll be easy to forget about you. However, if you do take his attention in stride, and allow your relationship to develop further, things like ignoring his advances then would simply not be allowed. He wouldn’t let you brush him off casually like that.

Those are the first signs of the possessiveness coming in. (Draco himself doesn’t really see the signs until it’s too late, but he doesn’t plan on stopping it either way)

Draco will drag you around everywhere, may even align your class schedule with his to make it easier. And it doesn’t matter what house you’re in, you’ll always be pulled over to eat dinner with him, and spend time with him and his close friends in the Slytherin common room(if you’re a Slytherin yourself, then that just makes it easier)

The obsessiveness starts whenever he’s unable to have you near him. He obsessed over where you may be, who you’re with, what you’re doing, when you can finally get back to him- you’re his source of comfort. He can’t just let you run off like that again.

How it ends is entirely up to you- but regardless you’ll end up with him. If you just accept his affections and attention, then it’ll be a smooth transition into a romantic relationship, and he won’t even have to do anything stressful.

If you start to brush him off again? Run off to someone else to get him off your back?? You best believe Draco will be using his sources to get you back to him. He’s not simply going to just let you go- you’re in too deep now. He’d set the world on fire if he can’t have you, and he lets every one of the people on his side know that.

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fairy-writes · 1 year

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Hello there 👋

I was wondering if you could write a one-shot for Uta?? Something fluffy w/ a shy/sweet human!reader 😊

Thanks in advance! 💜

DON’T YOU DARE (MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU)

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Uta x Gender Neutral!Human!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s):

Notes: Songfic with the song “Don’t You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love with You) by Kaden MacKay

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When Uta first realized he was in love with you, admittedly, he panicked a little.

You were a human. He was a ghoul. It wasn’t a relationship that was supposed to work.

He couldn’t be in love. That was just absurd. He had more exciting things on his plate than love.

Don't you dare make me fall in love with you

Don't you dare enchant me with those eyes

If I fell through your skies,

There's no way you would catch me

There's a tear in my heart,

But your patch wouldn't match me

Uta first met you when he was at Anteiku, and you happened to walk in. It was busy. Most, if not all, of the tables were full, and when you began to approach, he got an idea of what was happening.

“Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full.” You ask shyly, and he gets the feeling that you’re nervous. Which is understandable with his appearance. He was used to it.

He nods once, and your expression relaxes as you sit down. The tenseness of your shoulders eases, and you pull out a sketchbook and flip to a new page as Touka brings over your drink. You smile at her and whisper a “thank you.”

You sketch in silence until he feels the need to have a conversation. It’s more of a whim, really, the urge to get to know a human to learn if they’re all like the CCG and Doves.

“What are you drawing?” He asks, and you jump. But you turn around and show him nonetheless, and he’s blown away.

It’s rough, with stray lines in some places, but it’s a perfect picture of himself, reclining in the chair and his coffee in hand.

You even got the lettering of his tattoo around his neck right.

The longer he stares, the more fidgety you become.

“Sorry, I can get rid of it if you want. I know it might be rude to draw other people without permission—”

“No, no, it’s beautiful. Thank you for choosing me as a model.” He finds himself saying, and his cold heart flutters when you beam.

You end up gifting him the picture, and after you exchange names, you leave.

He finds your number hastily scrawled at the bottom of the drawing.

Being near you still adds to the size of my sighs,

There's still seismic events at hellos and goodbyes,

And I still need reminders of why it's unwise

To stare

So don't you dare

The longer he thinks about it, the more he likes the idea of you becoming friends. You’re shy, but you’re sweet and a brilliant artist. You would be entertaining, at least.

But he’s likely never to meet you again, so that idea snuffs out like a candle. So he doesn’t text you.

At least until you walk into his shop.

You are admiring one of his masks on display when he enters the room from the back. He had heard the door jingle but wanted to finish some of the final stitching of the current mask he was working on. It was for the new half-ghoul Kaneki Ken. But that was beside the point.

What were you doing here?

Don't you dare make me fall in love with you

Don't you dare do something so cliché

Just get out of my daydreams,

You're an unwelcome guest

And stop making me miss you

'Cause you leaving's for the best

You look up as he comes in, and confusion brightens your eyes.

“Uta?” You ask, and he nods,

“That’s me. Welcome to HySy ArtMask Studio.” He says, more out of habit than anything. You offer him a smile, and he finds his heart trembling at the sight.

What was wrong with him?

“I heard there was a mask studio that could offer a lot of inspiration. I didn’t know you owned it.” You comment as you cradle your sketchbook against your chest. Your pencil is stuck behind your ear, and you’re dressed in a thick knit sweater and trousers. Your boots scuff against the floor.

He finds himself gesturing to the masks.

“Make yourself at home.” He says, genuinely meaning it.

'Cause I just couldn't stand having you as my crutch

You're a simmering stovetop I was tempted to touch

If you ever return, it'll burn me too much

To bear

So don't you dare

After the initial text, you are really the only one keeping up the conversation. Sure, Uta replies, but he keeps a certain amount of distance between you two. Mainly for your safety.

But for whatever reason, you keep coming back.

Your presence becomes a regular in his shop. You come every Friday, right after your university classes. Even though you are his age, if not a year younger, you say you are working toward your bachelor’s degree in—you guessed it—art.

You say you want to open your own shop and sell your artwork.

Much like him.

And I know it's all so shallow, but a shallow cut still stings

And before my heart becomes Amelia's heir, I need to clip its wings

So don't you dare keep mocking me with those

Thousand little things that I adore

Let me ignore you, don't let me care

He tries to ignore you the closer you two become.

For your safety.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

And don't you dare leave me still in love with you

Nothing's fair when love is war

And I just can't endure any more of the fight

When the casualties rise with my heart rate each night

At first, Uta thinks he’s dying. Of course, that would explain why you always make his heart race and his blood run hot.

That would explain why you’re always on his mind.

Right?

Though I know I'm to blame for the glances I'd steal,

For the time I kept spending pretending it's real

And now that it's ending, I still have more feelings to spare

But don't you dare

It takes a talking to from Yomo for him to realize what’s going on.

Don't you dare

When Uta first realized he was in love with you, admittedly, he panicked a little.

But he doesn’t hate the idea.

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 8 months

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Hi👋. Can you write a oneshot of kappa meeting a very subby and shy reader, flirting with them, realizing that they get flustered very easily. The flirting gets more intense as they go on (he calls them petnames like puppy and kitten) reader gets sooo flustered every time cuz of the pet names and everything he says. Smut ensues.

Pretty please🤭🙏

Hello my dear nonnie! 🖤 I know, this took like forever, but I hope you still like and are okay with the changes I put to it 🫶🏻 It got a bit out of hand and a bit dark 👀

Sugar

Summary: Is it love? Is it lust? Is it grooming? And does it even really matter?

Pairing: cultleader!Kappa x virgin!fem!Reader

Word Count: -1.8k

Content Warnings: Cult Flavoured Smut 18+!, Fingering, Loss Of Virginity, Unprotected P In V, Very Intentional Breeding, Age Gap (Reader is in her early 20s and Kappa somewhere in his late 40s), Strong Hints Towards Grooming, Praising, Kappa Being A Manipulative Piece Of Shit, From Consensual To Non-Con, A Forced Orgasm

A/N: The demonic ovulation hornyness is at it again, folks 🫡

Tagging the horny horde:

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And I know this doesn't make a lot of sense

But do you really wanna think about yourself now?

All I'm asking for's a little bit of faith

You know it's easy to believe

- Mantra By Bring Me The Horizon

Not even the first, just somewhat coherent thought had worked itself through your sleep-drunk synapses as you felt your body buzzing, a certain sense of warmth tingling through every muscle leading you to instinctively press your thighs together to ease the growing pulse between your legs. The sun wasn’t even up yet, a scarce handful of early morning birds were chirping outside in the twilight zone of it not being pitch black outside but also not really daytime already.

Shuffling a little under your comfortably warm blanket, you arched your back, very offensively pressing your ass into the crotch of the softly snoozing man behind you. To you, he wasn’t just anyone, no, he was the man you’d been looking up to for nearly as long as you could think, from the very moment your mother had joined the commune you’d been infatuated with the sharp-witted man with the curly black hair and intensely blue eyes. At first, it had been a childish, innocent kind of fascination, of course, but over the years and over the inevitable course of you growing into a proper woman, you’d started to feel different, less pure sensations pulling you towards him, sentiments like the one that was holding you in a very tight grip for the past few days now and you couldn’t really piece together just how you’d managed to turn his attention towards you, but somehow it had ended up with him showing up at your little corner of the hideout night after night, presumably stricken with the same need to fulfill his bodily desires.

Simply thinking about it caused you to bite down on your bottom lip, pushing back a needy whine wanting to emerge from the depths of your ribcage. Vibrant memories of how he’s been touching you night and night again flooded your drowsy train of thought, sending even hotter, more urgent jolts of need amidst your thighs. This man had made you feel things you could hardly put into proper words, all you knew for sure was you couldn’t have made yourself experience any of those sensual hights all on your own. No arousal-covered fingertips of yours, greedily rubbing over your clit, and no pillow, oh so desperately pressed between your legs, had been able to so far.

“G’morning, sugar.”, A hot exhale getting lost in your neck led your head to loll back against his shoulder, “Oh, babe…need me again already, huh? Such a perfectly needy, little thing.”

You nodded vigorously, the tell-tale heat of embarrassment creeping up into your cheeks in no time upon your nonverbal confession.

“ ‘M sorry, Kappa. didn’t mean to wake you.” You muttered, not having yourself in control enough to refrain from rubbing your behind in his lap.

“Issokay, sunshine, everything for you.”, Kappa cooed into your temple, his voice still a little raspy and raw, which sent a wash of goosebumps down your body, “Been such a good girl for me, no? Might just be time to give you all of me, hm? What do you think about that?”

His words of praise murmured right into your ear like this had your face burning in a mix of hammering embarrassment and aching need for him to finally take you fully, devour you whole, and have his way with you.

“Please…” You mewled out, the heavy pulse between your legs fogging up your mind, intoxicating you with an unbridled desire to eventually feel him inside of you, filling you out as no man before him had.

“There, there…”, The older man behind you hummed, his tone laced with satisfaction as his left hand snaked along the curve of your waist, fingertips stroking across your hips before dipping down following the round your thighs, “Oh, so wet and warm already. Don’t you worry, I’ll help you with that and make you feel so, so good, you just trust me.”

You wanted to answer with just something, but every word got stuck in your throat as you felt his lean, nimble fingers pushing between your fold, gathering your arousal to not rub you sore as they started flicking over your swollen clit, instead, a wanton groan got lost in the dark of the room. Wanting, needing more of him, you tilted your hips a little to the side, sliding your left leg over his to give his hand more room and to simply show Kappa just how much you wanted him right now.

“What an eager girl you are, no?”, His lips brushed over the side of your forehead leaving soft, little pecks, “Always knew you’re the special one in the herd and with that, you get some special treatment, of course.”

Kappa’s saccharine-sweet endorsements went straight to your head, rendering you plain dumb with his and between your legs, his fingers causing one wash of pleasure after the other to ripple through you. Simply by the sheer amount of unreleased hornyness and pent-up desire for finally being touched, you knew that you wouldn't last long at all if he kept on toying with your clit like that, seemingly knowing the ins and outs of your body already.

“C’mon, breathe for me, sugar. Calm down a little, don’t wanna get you all spent just now. Would much rather wanna feel you cumming all around my cock this time.” Under mewls and whines of your protest, he halted in his movements to adjust himself behind you, making you gasp out as you felt the tip of his pulsing, stiff hard-on prodding against your cunt from behind.

“Please, I want you so bad…don’t care if it hurts, I-” Kappa cut you off right there and then by allowing his hips to snap forward, his full girth spearheading into you, stretching you out unlike anything before.

“Shit…fuck, oh fuck…” It shot out of your mouth in a somewhat pained whimper that got chased by a breathy moan caused by Kappa’s fingertips stroking over your clit again.

With his cock buried deep inside of you, you didn’t really know what you felt. It was too much all at the same time but not necessarily in a bad way, no. Although your senses were reeling, physical sensations burning you from the inside out, you’d never felt more present and in the moment than right now. Pain turned into pleasure with every nudge of his fingers against your aching clit as your walls pulsed and throbbed around him, pulling him in deeper whilst a very distant part of you wanted to get him out to make the intense sensation of getting stretched out to accommodate him stop. It felt good and yet so, so wrong to a degree that had you lost in all kinds of conflicting sensations.

“Shit, good god, you’re such a perfect human, sugar, taking me so well, fuck. Can’t fucking wait to knock you up…” Kappa’s voice turned sinister, almost menacing all of a sudden, praise clashing with the carnal instinct to just rut into you, to fuck you into the mattress underneath until you were nothing but a whimpering, filled up little vessel for his deranged ideology.

“Knock me up?!” It sputtered out of your mouth, feeling how his free hand cupped your hip in a tight, nearly bruising grasp before you could only so much as try to get away from him.

“Oh, of course, sunshine. Why do you think I’ve waited about a week after your period stopped to finally fuck you, claim you, hm? That’s not all just for you, honey, and you better be thinking about the service you are doing for all of us right now.” His words started an avalanche of worry and panic to ignite in your chest, spreading into your breathless lungs whilst he started thrusting into you at a heavy, painful pace.

“No, stop, please…I don’t want to…” You tried scooting away from him but his hold on your waist was too tight.

“What did I just tell you?”, Kappa shushed you with a sharp sneer as he drilled himself inside of you again and again, pain, confusion and build-up arousal thrashing through your system, “Don’t just think about yourself now! It’s not just about you!”

“It’s gon’ be, I promise.”, He went on, planting a deep kiss to your heated cheek, “Allow yourself to enjoy it, we both know it does, no?”

With every rut of his hips against your rear, your body betrayed you more and more, your walls tightening around him and what you knew were the first, now unstoppable contractions of an oncoming orgasm he ripped from you.

“There you go, good girl, c’mon, cum for me.” Kappa’s tone rendered a little sore upon feeling your violated cunt clenching down around him, muscles erupting into heavy spasms as you tried to choke back each and every moan that wanted to gush right out of you.

With his fingers still pleasuring your clit, his cock balls deep inside of you, you helplessly fell apart. Your eyes fluttered shut and every nerve ending felt to be in overdrive as he tore the most intense orgasm you’d ever felt right out of you. You wanted to cry out, weasel and squeeze your naked body from his bruising grasp but at the same time, you saw stars flickering up on the black of your eyelids whilst your legs grew numb as the release washed through you.

“Fuck…pulling me in like a desperate, little slut.” He laughed out, shoving himself into you as deep as he possibly could before spilling his load all the way inside.

You took note of this new sensation, a sticky warmth flooding your insides, filling you up that extra bit which drew a new, softer wave of contractions from your cunt, your body making sure to keep it all in, practically sucking it up.

“See?”, Kappa cooed against your temple, “You did so well, sugar, ‘n I’m gonna breed you again and again until I see your belly swelling up with my child.”

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Hello 👋 can i request a drabble where dom!kaeya puts female reader in his lap (back to chest position) closes her eyes with one hand and fingers her. If possible, can u sprinkle some praise and size kink in? Thank you 💙

Always love to write more for my favorite Captain.

Pairing: Kaeya x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, fingering, hand kink, size kink, praise, dirty talk, one use of the term "Captain" in a sexy way

Word count: 0.5k

Ao3

A/N: I would literally join the Knights just to be able to see his smile every day. And... I got a little carried away here, I'm sorry lmao.

Kaeya pulls you against him, your legs open on either side of his thighs. His chin rests on your shoulder, smirking when your breath hitches from his teasing fingers. He uses two to spread your folds, the middle finger dragging between them, from your entrance to your clitoris.

You can barely focus on anything other then the feeling of him against you, his hand palming against your wet cunt. His hands have always looked big around yours but whenever he fingers you like this you can't help but think about the size of him, the volume and depth.

"So quiet all of a sudden darling. Are you speechless just from my fingers?" He pushes two inside of you with hardly any resistance, not minding how you drip down his hand. Despite how rough they are from years of training and fighting, Kaeya's fingers always feel heavenly on your body.

He leans forward a little, his cock twitching against your ass and reminding you that his hands aren't the only thing about him that's big.

"Deeper, please Kaeya. I need more." You roll your hips into his hand as much as you're able to with his hand on your hip, reminding you of his strength. You look down, vision blurry from arousal, and see his fingers glistening from you as they push in and out, making slick, wet sounds every time he moves his hand.

"You like to watch yourself being fucked by my hand?" He breathes into your ear, hot and knowing.

"Y-Yeah, I do." Your words become a long whine as his pace increases at your admission. It feels almost sinful to admit, but his reward is better.

"What about this?" Right as you think he's gonna go faster, as you feel him push his fingers in even deeper he pulls them out and shows you his hand, wet and glistening from your slick. Beautiful.

Without prompting you take his hand and suck on his two fingers, just the tips first, your mouth traveling lower to kiss along his palm, licking up your juices from his hand. "I love all of you Kaeya. I love how you always come back to me."

"And I always will." His hand grabs your chin, still slick and wet when his mouth descends upon yours, tasting you on your tongue, his cock twitching and begging for attention.

"Want some help with that Captain?" You smirk as you reach back to feel him throbbing from your touch. Kaeya knows full well that once you get needy like this there's no stopping you. Far from him to even think of such a thing.

Few things feel better for him then seeing you enjoying yourself when you're with him. It doesn't have to be anything sexual, he just loves seeing you smile. You can't exactly do that properly when your mouth is busy sucking his cock so he always makes sure to catch your smiles, your sighs, moans, whines, and your pleas.

"If you think you can handle me. You seemed pretty content with my fingers earlier." He said as he's pushing you off his lap and unbuckling his belt, an eager smirk pulling on his lips. You lick your lips in anticipation, "Go on then, it's not gonna take care of itself."

No it's not. That was your job and your job alone. One that you were more then qualified for.

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lace-coffin · 5 months

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Hello 👋 I love your writing!!! Could I request head canons of Asa with a reader who is into bondage? Like what his reaction would be if he has someone new to his collection and they're all flustered cuz their secretly into bondage.

Thank you so much for this ask! I absolutely adore writing for Asa so this is super exciting ! Feel free to drop any more ideas you have < 3

Requests are open!

Asa Emory x gn reader who’s secretly into bondage

Nsfw! Tags for this fic :kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome,bondage/shibari,petplay, power dynamics/bdsm

Trigger warning for spit/drool and like one kick from Asa (more of a nudge)

The box sucked, it sucked a lot. To be fair the entire situation sucked but the box made it worse. It’s cramped, dark and your body is always contorted into an uncomfortable position so you can fit inside. You’re left for hours until your joints scream in fatigue before going numb.

You would rather take the box right now over this. You think Asa can tell this to and at this point he’s just doing it on purpose to see you squirm.

You pant through the ball gag, arms tied behind your back and legs tied to your thighs, rendering you completely immobile and on your front. Asa sits on a chair above you, heavy boot resting on your side. Not actively doing anything but letting the weight rest on you, showing off your place below him.

You try squirm in your binds, wiggling like an insect under him. It gets you no where. You send him a searing glare from behind your gag. Asa raises an eyebrow at this and promptly shoves his boot into the side it was resting on, flipping you into fetal position on your side. You groan.

“Now don’t give me that, pet. You know better than to look at me like that.”

It wasn’t always like this. At one point you were just another part of the collection, granted you were being given more attention since you were the newest addition and the only uh..currently living one. You were the pretty little thing that caught his eye in his entomology lectures. There’s no way you would be finishing the university year without joining the collection.

He intentionally bumped into you in the street one day after dark, learning your routine and routes. a needle was pressed into your neck and a black gloved hand over your mouth before you even had time to be afraid. You hazily awoke in a box, crumpled into an odd position, the rest is history.

You always reacted so strangely to the predicaments he put you in, of course you fought and swore just like the rest, spitting out the most venomous words you could think off to dig at him without success. However there was something different to you, the yearning look in your eyes buried behind the aggressive façade as he finally wrestled you to the ground to subdue you. The poorly hidden gasps you let slip as he tightened the rope in a way that felt sinful but so right. Of course the damp patch forming on your underwear was a pretty good give away to. He’d run his nitrile gloved hands over the slowly soaking fabric almost in awe ,making you whimper and squirm.

“So leaky and desperate, is this all for me, cricket? …You’re disgusting.”

Despite the cruelness of the words it made your arousal throb more than you’d like to admit.

You quickly became Asa’s favourite, earning a room for yourself and more leniency in your stay, as lenient as someone like Asa could be at least.

You quickly seemed to form a bond with your captor. Eventually you’re moved to his house as the relationship dips into romantic territory. New found environment joined with a collar. The tag reading “cricket, property of the collection”

call it true love or call it Stockholm syndrome from being here so long in only his company, you still yearned for him in the hours he couldn’t be with you. It was obvious Asa felt the same way even if he thought he was above such connections, gazing longingly in thought at your empty seat in his lectures, willingly time to march quicker so he can return home to you.

The door opens and Asa’s coat is hung on its usual hook, keys slung into the bowl. You’re sat neatly on your knees, fixing your posture as you hear the door open. Your mouth is gagged and drooling around a bone shaped gag. Your collar attached to the ring on the wall. a cage, bowl, and water all in proximity of the range of the chain fixed to your collar.

Asa’s crowfeet crinkle as he smiles, crouching down to pet your head. Tugging your collar he forces your chin up to look at him. He coo’s, looking over the tears of frustration dried on your cheeks he pulls your gag down. Giving your jaw a rest and you groan in relief.

Chuckling at your reaction he runs his fingers over your spit covered lips, and smiles at you patronisingly.

“Did you miss me?” he shakes his head a little in amusement. “Messy little cricket.”

I hope you enjoyed this! I really had fun writing it! I always do for Asa 😌

Requests are open!

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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Hello 👋 can give dating edward cullen x fem reader headcanons please 🙏

Dating Edward Cullen Headcanons:

Twilight Master list

So for starters this relationship isn't gonna be like the one he had with Bella, she exist in this world but she's not a major problem... We'll get to that eventually.

So in the twilight universe Edward falls for his blood singer(Bella) but in this world I think he'd relize his true mate is another vampire. This wouldn't cause so much pressure for him and less problems for both families.

For some background, your the Denali's newest addition, Eleazar and Carmen adopted you and that's how you and Edward met.

You both knew you guys were mates, the bond was there but he knew you deserved to be taken out on dates and you guys should be able to learn about each other.

The first date was an outside theater he set up for the both of you in your back yard. He picked out all your favorite movies, but you ended up ignoring them and just talking the whole time.

You bring out a more playful side of him, Carlisle has never seen him so happy or heard him laugh so much.

He's very affectionate person with you. Always kissing your forehead or hugging you.

If he wants attention he'll seek it, it doesn't matter if your reading or doing homework he'll pull you to his chest and you'll continue working.

You help him see that he's not a monster, you guys work very hard to make him see himself the way you do. “your not the monster you think you are”

“well, king kong once said it was beauty that killed the beast” what Edward means by this is that your bright personality snuffed out the darkness(the beast) he felt inside him.

His First 'I love you' was after about three months into dating, he knew the moment he saw you that he loved you but he wanted to make sure this is what the both of you wanted.

You guys did have a long distance relationship for a while, year maybe because you lived in Alaska and the Cullens were living in Seattle at the time. Eleazar and Carlisle knew the both of you were miserable being so far away from each other, so they made arrangements for Edward and the Cullens to move to Alaska.

Edward and you always have long conversation about your passions. Sometimes it's book or music. Whatever is on your mind you talk about it.

Speaking of mind, he can read it but he tries not to. He very much respects your privacy, so he only does went it's 100% necessary.

Back to passions and books you don't relize how many discussion and friendly arguments you've guys had about Harry Potter. Most of the time its you trying to convince Edward that Cedric Diggory wasn't an annoying character. “no guy should be that perfect! And there's no way he would have won the tournament”

You made him take the hogwarts house quize and He's a Ravenclaw.

Your the only one who can call him Eddie. Emmett doses it just to mess with him, but Eddie is a nickname he only loves when you call him it. “she the only on who can call me that”

Remember when I said Edward is so much more playful since you came into his life, well you guys have millions of inside jokes and your always playing games to keep yourself entertained.

You guys play tag a lot and there's no rules, all vampire abilities are in use and you guys get very competitive. Esme and Carmen have baned you from playing in the house though.

Your not aloud to play around the house at all actually, not after you accidentally pushed Edward threw the wall. Carmen and Esme grounded you both.

“well I hope you guys don't have anything planed this weekend beacuse you're spending it fixing the wall.” Esme said, Carmen did cuss you guys out in Spanish.

Since you guys have alot of time on your hands during the night he's token upon himself to teach you how to play piano.

Peaking of music your Song isn't gonna be thousand years or Flightless bird(as mush as I love both songs) but your song is Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley.

You guys dance alot too, at night when the right song is playing you guys just sway around in your room without a care in the world.

You guys don't argue alot, if you do it's about him feel insecure about himself or the fact your reckless. Vampire or not he wants you safe.

His kisses are always full of passion and love. He makes sure you know your the only girl he wants and since your a vampire he isn't afraid to hurt you, but that doesn't mean he's rough with you or just doesn't care.

You guys are engaged by the time you moved to Forks, you guys planed to have the wedding after your graduation.

But since your now in Forks that meant you guys have to deal with Bella. Bella becomes obsessed with Edward, but he doesn't care. Your the only girl he wants and he remains faithful.

Bella wouldn't let up even going to the length of trying to befriend Alice and Rosalie just so she could get closer to Edward. Rosalie wouldn't tolerate it, she loves you like a sister and she doesn't want to see your relationship get screwed up by a stupid human.

“he has a girlfriend”

“I don't see her” Bella said.

“turn around, now you see her”

She tried to break you guys up by spreading rumers or trying to start fight between you two, but she failed everytime. No amount of power could tair you two apart.

She did give up after a while but she remained snapy towrds your families, but it's easy to ignore her.

Well since there's no Bella that means no birthday party for Jasper to lose his shit at. But you guys do end up going to Alaska after graduation, you and Edward got to graduate early with high honors.

Playing baseball is so much funner in the snow and since both of your families are there that ment bigger teams. Denalis vs. Cullens, I'll let you decide who wins.

Emmett and Edward do cheat, but Edward always gose easy on you. But you don't need it, your a total bad ass and Edward couldn't feel more lucky.

You guys get married in Alaska and it's a small wedding, just what you wanted and Tayna planed it with Rose and Kate's help.

Later on you end up adopting a little girl, Edward and you wanted kids. This also give Edward the opportunity to the daughter what Carlisle was to him.

In conclusion, Edward is the happiest he's ever been. He with the woman of his dreams and he couldn't feel so content with life.

You made his life better.

#Edward cullen #Edward cullen x reader #Edward cullen headcanons #rob pattinson #Edward cullen imagines #Cullen family #Cullen family x reader #Denali coven x reader #Denali

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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hello 👋

I would like to request something for Alpha 17, he deserves all the love and kisses and I thought something with a hot and heavy makeout session, idk I normally don’t request so I don’t know if this is correct 🫠

thanks and much love 💕

So This Is Love

Summary: Alpha is late coming to bed, so you go and get him.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 937

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This is a totally fine request! Thank you so much for making it! I love writing Alpha-17.

Divider by Saradika

It’s late. So late that you’re pretty sure that everyone has gone to bed, but you’re still awake, your burning eyes locked on the holo, and darting to the chrono on your wall every now and then.

The minutes are ticking away, and it’s nearing one am at this point.

But Alpha-17 still hasn’t returned to your rooms.

And you’re starting to grow concerned.

You push yourself to your feet and slip a pair of shoes on, before you open the door and step into the dimmed hallway. You silently ghost by the cadet dormitories, as well as the nursery for the tubies, and you follow the simple blue line on the wall that leads to Alpha’s office.

The Kaminoans were forced to give Topica City to the clones. You’re not really sure why, but you know the Jedi insisted on it.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter, because you were able to hand the cadets as much paint as their little hearts desired, and now the walls are a riot of color.

And one clever young cadet drew perfect lines on the walls leading to the trainers offices.

So you set your hand on the blue line, and you followed it down the hall.

You reach Alpha’s office and key in the door code, and then you step into the well lit room. True to your thoughts, your perfect man is still behind his desk, one hand tangled in his hair, while his exhausted gaze remains locked on the datapad in his hands.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” His voice is a low rumble, and you close your eyes as his voice washes over you, you can sit and listen to him talk for hours.

“Shouldn’t you?” You retort with a small laugh.

Alpha’s head snaps up, and he favors you with a small smile, “Cyare.” He greets you quietly, as he pushes his seat back slightly.

“You didn’t come to bed.” You explain as you cross the room, and sit on his lap. You reach up and lightly trail one finger down his jawline, “And I thought that I had better come and check on you.”

Alpha sighs and leans into your touch, “You should be asleep.” He chides without any heat in his voice.

“How am I supposed to sleep without you next to me?” You retort with an easy smile.

He chuckles and leans in to press his face against your neck, “So what you’re saying is that I spoil you?”

You hum in response and reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, “I think I deserve to be spoiled, as a treat.”

He laughs outright at that, “Do you?” Alpha asks as he pulls away to look at you.

“I do.” You grin at him.

“Hm, well then. What does my little love want most?” He teases, his large hand coming up to brush the back of your neck.

“Mm…a billion credits.”

He laughs again, “Sorry, love. I don’t think my backpay will be that much.”

You heave an exaggerated sigh, “Well, I suppose I can make do with a kiss.”

“Only one?”

“Or two…or ten?”

“Greedy,” Alpha murmurs as he pulls you in to ghost his lips over yours, “Very, very greedy. I should do something about that.”

You lean in to try and catch his lips in a proper kiss, but he moves back so you can’t quite reach him, “Alpha,” You whine.

He grins at you, mischief alight in his eyes, “Yes, cyare.”

“I wanna kiss you,” You pout at him.

“Do you?”

“Yes!”

His thumb moves across your lips, “Oh, has my pretty little love forgotten her manners?”

Your gaze flickers across his face, and you press a light kiss to his thumb, “Please?” You whisper.

“Much better,” Alpha crashes his lips against yours, and pulls you tight against his body. You can feel the plates of his armor biting into your skin, but you don’t really care, because his lips and teeth and tongue are all demanding your complete attention.

Alpha lifts you so that you’re straddling his lap properly, and you whine low in your throat as you press yourself firmly against him. One of his hands settles on your lower back, pressing you even tighter against him.

He holds you like you’re the most important thing to him in this galaxy, and he kisses you like he needs you to live. And you fall in love with him more every time he kisses you.

“Alpha,” You breathe out his name as he breaks the kiss for a moment, “I love you.” You gaze up at him though hazy, half-lidded eyes.

He smiles at you, it’s soft and warm, and he kisses you again and again, “Love you too, princess.” He murmurs.

“Come to bed, Alpha,” You plead with him, “Please?”

He glances at his desk, and then he sighs and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, “Alright, Princess. You convinced me.”

“Yay!”

He smiles fondly at you. “Run back to our rooms, and draw me a bath, will you?”

You shoot him a puzzled look.

And his grin becomes devious, “I want you already in the bath when I get there.”

Your lips part, and you nod enthusiastically, “I can do that.”

“So eager,” Alpha purrs in delight, as he pulls you into another demanding kiss, and then he releases you and sets you on your feet, “I’ll see you in a few minutes. Promise.”

You smile at him excitedly, and you lean in to kiss his cheek, and then you’re leaving his office and silently hurrying back down the hall.

#star wars #tcw #alpha-17 x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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sentientgolfball · 4 months

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Hello 👋 I saw that your request box was open and was wondering if I could request an angst to fluff story in which reader is scared of the dark and gets night terrors (definitely not me self projecting) and is comforted by Swiss and/or copia?? I had a really bad night terror last night and didn’t sleep after despite having to go to work that morning.

If you can’t or are uncomfortable for this prompt it’s ok

Thank you :)

I’m also not sure if this is worded good sorry if it is

Hi ! I really hope you like how this turned out :>

Tags: brief and kinda vague description of a nightmare

My requests are open !

It’s too dark.

Where is everyone?

People were here just a second ago!

It’s too quiet.

What was that?

I’m not alone.

I’m the only one left.

It’s…what the hell is that!

You shoot awake with a scream bubbling in your throat. It comes out as more of a choked gasp as you pant, frantically looking around your darkened room for the thing that stalked you in your dreams. You were disoriented, not entirely convinced you had woken up because of how dark it was. Your room was never totally dark. You always had some type of small or soft light on.

As you came down you realized you were definitely not still in your dream. You had a brief moment of relief before another wave of panic settled over you. The lamp was off. You were sitting completely alone in the middle of your dark room. In a Satanic church.

You practically jumped out of bed, rushing over to the little lamp in the shape of a cloud sat on your desk. Unfortunately for you, you weren’t used to the space in total darkness and you ran right into your dresser causing some things to clatter to the ground. You didn’t care. You’d deal with it when the light was back. You just wanted your light. Needed your light before something not as friendly as a ghoul clawed its way into your room.

You searched the desk in a frenzy, heart hammering the longer you went without making contact with the squishy little cloud. When you finally got a hold on you, you about cried with relief. You flipped it over, finger instinctively finding the power button.

Nothing.

You pressed it again and again begging for it to magically turn back on. You started crying, from panic or frustration you didn’t know. You couldn’t help it. Maybe you were still dreaming and now that creature was going to spring out while you were distracted. Maybe it was right behind you right now. Maybe it was going to sink its claws in and—

“Everything alright in here?”

The room is sudden filled with light with the soft click of your door opening. You whip around now face to face with a ghoul. Swiss. You immediately recognized him as one of the Ghost Project ghouls. He stared at you, eyebrows raised and tail flicking side to side behind him. You wanted to answer him, wanted to do something other than stare at him looking like a deer in headlights, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t form a single thought beyond the absolute relief you felt at the light shining in from the hall.

“I’m…sorry for comin in without an invitation. I was walkin by and heard a crash and then crying. Are you okay?”

You had no idea how to answer that question. You realize how insane you must look. Puffy eyes, holding a cloud, with a bunch of your shit knocked onto the floor. You were tired and scared and you really weren’t prepared to have a conversation.

“Are you real?”

It’s the only thing you can manage. He tilts his head, eyebrows pulled together. For a brief moment his normally black and white eyes spark purple with a pop of ozone. His face relaxes into something more comfortable.

“Of course I’m real. Wanna tell me about that dream?” He asks as he steps in, turning the light on.

“You don’t have to, but I'm all ears” he flicks his pointed ears grinning at you.

He starts to pick up the items that got knocked off your dresser, giving you the chance to calm down and think about it. When he’s finished he leans back against the furniture waiting to see if you want to talk or just be left alone.

“Why’d you come in here?”

“I told ya, I heard a crash and crying.”

“Yeah but…why?”

“I was worried. Don’t think I could’ve slept right if I had just walked away without making sure you weren’t hurt.”

You nod and sit at your desk. You work on changing the batteries in the little cloud, gathering your thoughts to somehow explain to this demon from hell that you were afraid of the dark. No, not of the dark. Of the things that hide in it. Things like the creature from your dream. Things like the creature that burst into your room to see if you were alright.

“I had a bad dream. And when I woke up the light was off and I don’t know. I was convinced there was something in here, that it was going to get me if I didn’t get the light back on.”

“Happens often?”

“Sometimes. Other times I just wake up screaming and I can’t remember why.”

“I could stay here with ya for the night if that might help.”

You shake your head turning to look at him “It wouldn’t help. I can never sleep when it happens”

He goes silent for a moment, drumming his claws against the top of the dresser.

“I think you should visit Copia.”

“The Cardinal?”

He nods

“Why?”

“He’ll be able to help you better. I still don’t understand how these meat suits work, but I do know sleep is good for ya.”

“But why the Cardinal?”

“Trust me” he flashes you a fang filled grin “come on I’ll walk with you.”

You think it over for a moment. There’s not really a reason for you to say no. It’s not like you’d be sleeping any time soon and sunrise was still hours away.

Why not

You and Swiss walk the halls of the Ministry. You had never seen it this empty before. The way the soft orange light made the stained glass and marble statues glow took your breath away. It was peaceful. It almost made you forget about your earlier predicament. You chatted with Swiss for a bit. You discovered he was summoned pretty recently for the Ghost Project. You were still very new to living at the Ministry. It was something you had in common. It was nice talking with him. It made you feel less alone. You asked him how he knew about the dream before you told him and he explained what a multi-ghoul was, briefly showing off a little bit of each element.

When you arrived at the Cardinal’s door Swiss threw it open without hesitation. He beckoned you to follow insistenting it was okay.

“Hey Cardi! I know you’re in here, I've got someone you should meet!”

Another smaller door in the back of the little room swings open.

“Swiss per favore keep your voice down. You will wake the rats—oh ehh hello.”

His mismatched eyes land on you. You wave, not really sure what else to do. It felt strange to be in his space. He was a Cardinal. The head of the Ghost Project. Second hand to Papa. You may not have been here for long, but you still knew he was important despite his normal behavior. You let Swiss do the talking.

“Our friend here can’t sleep. Thought maybe you’d be able to help with that.”

Copia nods “I see. Well caro mio I will try.”

It’s only then you notice he doesn’t have his usual makeup on. You see the dark circles under his eyes and suddenly you understand why Swiss thought bringing you to him might help you out with your issue.

“You’re the best Cardi!”

He snatches a candy from the bowl sitting on the desk, popping it in his mouth as he leaves.

“Take care Sibling! I extend to you an invitation to the ghoul den if you ever wanna come down.”

You wave as he goes “Thank you for your help.”

He smiles sincerely at you, giving you a small wave in return before shutting the door leaving you alone with the Cardinal.

You two stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. He fidgets slightly.

“Would you ehh care for something to drink? Tea?”

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“No no no please it is not a bother. I insist.”

He starts shuffling around the space pulling out an electric kettle and various mixes before you can try to protest.

“So my ghoul said you were having trouble with sleep.”

You nod

“I too find it difficult. I am usually awake more than I want to be.”

“Do you ever,” you consider your wording “feel afraid?”

“Afraid?”

“Of the dark” you murmur “I know it sounds silly.”

“No caro mio it is not silly if it is something you are afraid of. I cannot say that I have ever been afraid, but I also was raised in the church. If something goes bump in the night it is usually a friend.”

He walks over to where you had sat down on a leather armchair, handing you a mug of steaming tea. It smelled sweet and herbaceous.

“A special blend Mountain has made for me when sleep evades me. Please drink.”

You blow on it to cool it down.

“What if the things in the dark aren’t your friend?”

“Well with the hellhounds and the ghouls that live here I doubt there is anything ehhh malicious lurking around. But if there ever was I can guarantee you it would not be here for long.”

You grimace and take a sip of the tea. Copia sits in the opposite armchair, drinking his own tea. He mutters to himself before snapping as his eyebrows shoot up.

“If it is a fear you have, I may have a remedy.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I could have one of our lovely fire ghouls make a flame for you. Hellfire so it will never go out.”

“That would…actually be amazing. Thank you.”

He doesn’t hear you though, lost in the thought as he stands and starts pacing the space still muttering to himself.

“If I get Alpha to make it we can have Omega assist him so the light wards off spirits. But if we have Ifrit do it it will glow brighter. I cannot ask Dewdrop if he is still recovering.”

You watch him pace letting him go on about this hellfire lamp. You sip the tea letting the flavor wash over you. It’s warm. It’s nice. For once in your life you don’t feel alone and terrified after having a bad night. You feel safe and content watching Copia’s sporadic movements and grand ideas.

Coming here was the right decision.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #swiss ghoul #cardinal copia #swiss x reader #copia x reader #golfball writes

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