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frankenkyle19 · 7 months

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-The No Longer Virgin-

Kinktober Day 5: Virgin!Peter Maximoff x reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings/description: loss of virginity, handjobs, blowjobs, premature ejaculation, 69’ing, oral male and fem receiving, whiny Peter, slight sub!Peter, awkward Peter, cute consent, probably ooc Peter, sorry.

posting two days early because I finished it and why not?

Peter totally wasn’t insecure about anything ever. Him? Pfft, no. He was the most confident, not insecure person who ever lived. So what if he was a virgin? So what if he hadn’t actually ever gone all the way? Or gotten a blowjob.. or a handjob… or even any over the clothes touching…

That was besides the point! It didn’t matter- not like he actually cared. It wasn’t for his lack of trying. He was always down to clown it just… He hadn’t found the right person. Apparently being a mutant speedster wasn’t a turn on for most people. Who would have thought?

Oh well. He’d lived his life this long without it, who’s going to say he couldn’t live the rest of his life being perfectly content with his hand or his stupid fleshlight? He’d live it’s not like-

But oh when he saw you for the first time he lost his damn mind. Why were you so pretty? Why did you talk to him? Show him any sort of attention? Peter wasn’t used to it, and it immediately made his brain short circuit. He wasn’t the brightest in the bunch, but he knew you had to at least like him a little to want to hang around him.

But why? Peter still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that you actually wanted to hang out with him. Was it some form of pity? Did you feel bad for him? God he hoped not…

You two became fast friends, but Peter couldn’t help but want more. Not in a creepy way, just like a hey I’m in my 20’s and still a virgin and now that a girl is showing me attention my body is reacting like a teenage boy going through puberty-

God he needed to get a grip on himself. Get it together Peter! Keep it in your pants for Christ's sake.

And of course what he didn’t know was that you loved teasing the hell out of him. Seeing his cheeks heat up and the way he stumbled over his words. It was priceless.

The first night you kissed Peter, he was positive he’d died and went to heaven, or was in some super realistic dream. There was just no way this was real. Why would you want to kiss him? Him of all people.

But boy did he kiss back. His lips molded against yours perfectly as you draped your arms over his neck, humming against his soft lips, eyes closed as you attempted to deepen it.

Peter was loving it. He was convinced he could stay like this forever. Well that was until you attempted to climb into his lap and he freaked out and zoomed off in a blur of silver.

He finally had someone who wanted to mess around with him and now he was too shy? What was wrong with him!

It’s not that he didn’t want to- he was just incredibly nervous. Like heart beating out of his chest, stomach churning nervous. What if he did something wrong? As far as he knew you didn’t know he was a virgin, but if he kept up this act you’d find out in no time. How embarrassing…

But still, every time you tried to initiate anything other than kissing, Peter either made an excuse or just straight up ran off. It was embarrassing but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you why he acted the way he did. What would you say? What would you think?

Even once you two officially started dating, he was super shy and jumpy. He didn’t even really like to sleep in the same bed with you. Cuddling? He was fine with, but there was something so intimate about sleeping in a bed with your partner that he just wasn’t ready for.

He never really thought he had problems showing or giving affection, but the longer he was with you the more he realized he was terrified of all of it.

You were so patient with him, which made him feel even worse. He saw how desperate you were to be with him but poor Peter couldn’t bring himself to actually do it.

He wanted to. He jerked off every night to the thought of you, of your pretty face and how you looked at him during your makeup sessions. It had him cumming in surely a world record speed.

Peter researched why he felt this way. Why couldn't he just be with you the way he wanted. Like dude, the image of the two of you naked and sweaty, rocking against each other? It really got him going, but the reality of it seemed too much for his poor brain to be able to process.

He came to the conclusion that he was scared of intimacy. Or maybe he was just nervous to have his first time. Some odd combination of the both. He had to get over it, right? He couldn’t stay a virgin for the rest of his life. Especially when he had a smoking hot girlfriend right in front of him.

He had to find a way to get over it… He was determined now.

Finally, you two had been dating steadily for three months now. Three whole months with no under the clothes touching. Or over the clothes touching either if we’re being honest.

You had kind of clued in now that Peter was nervous about being with you in such an intimate way. You never pushed him. When he was ready, if he ever was, he would let you know.

So that’s why you were a bit surprised when during one of your frequent makeout sessions, when Peter began to harden in his sweatpants, he didn’t pull away. You noticed how his breath sped up, but instead of running off, he stayed put.

Your hands fell to his thighs gently, testing the waters as Peter pulled away from your lips to catch his breath. He whined quietly, barely able to be heard as his hips subtly arched into the feeling of your warm hands.

Before you went any further though, no matter how much he seemed to want it, you decided to ask him how he was feeling in the moment.

“Peter? Hey, if you want to I’d love to, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to. If you aren’t ready, that's okay too.” You said quietly, reaching up to cup his cheek.

His skin was warm and red under your touch as he nuzzled the side of his face into your palm, sighing softly as he closed his eyes.

“I uh- I do. I’m ready, I want to.” He said quietly, not meeting your eyes.

“I’m sure by now you’ve realized I’m a virgin.” He mumbled, blushing impossibly darker as he huffed quietly, his chest rising and falling under his t-shirt.

“Peter, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s okay.” You hummed, pulling your boy closer in an attempt to give him some sort of comfort. You could see how he was fighting himself in his mind, wrestling between the choice to do this, or to run away. Again. He was tired of running away.

“I just- I don’t want to do a bad job- I really want to make you feel good. And I’ve watched porn and shit like that but it- it’s not the same and I really don’t have any clue what to do.” He whispered, the saddest most desperate look on his poor face.

“We can go slow and I can help you. Anytime you have a question you ask, okay? I will never ever judge you. And if you want to stop, that’s okay too. It’ll be okay, I promise.”

Your words were exactly what he’d needed to hear these past few months when he was too afraid to even talk to you about any of this. He was finally ready. You’d need to walk him through it but he was ready.

“Okay, I want to. Please- need it.” He whined softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he weakly bucked his hips forward in search of friction of any kind.

Slowly but surely you let your hand fall to his crotch, rubbing over the bulge in his pants gently, trying to coax out more of those beautiful noises from his throat.

Peter tensed for a half a second before he shuddered, leaning further into you as he whined.

“F-fuck-“ he choked out, bucking his hips up, causing your hand to slide farther against his covered length.

“Feels good-“ he mumbled weakly, body tingling with pleasure as he tried to keep himself composed to the best of his ability.

“More please-“ He grunted, already so worked up and you found it so adorable. He was in for the time of his life.

You pawed at his length with a bit more pressure and you saw the way that his hands clenched at his sides. He wanted to touch you, but was nervous to make a move.

You moved your hand from his crotch and took both his hands in your own before placing them on your breasts.

Peter’s eyes widened to a near impossible size and you were worried they might actually pop out of his head at this point.

Damn. You had bomb titties. Like ooh mama they were amazing.

He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of his excess saliva before he started drooling or something-

He squeezed your breasts in each of his hands, reveling in the warm, squishiness of them. He could stay like this for the rest of his life. He was sure of it.

You let him explore your body for as long as he wanted, touching every part of you he could reach in a curious exploration of something he’d so badly wanted to do for so many years.

This was it… He was going to lose his virginity tonight. And he couldn’t wait.

Your hand came down to gently massage his length once more before finding the elastic of his sweatpants, dipping your fingers under it so slowly.

Peter was too enamored with your breasts to realize what you were doing at first. He panicked a bit when he finally realized, worried that maybe he wasn’t big enough- did his dick look weird? When was the last time he actually inspected himself? So many worrying thoughts flooded through your mind but the second your hand crept under his pants and past the waistband of his boxers to finally touch his cock without any restrictions?… He was on cloud nine.

He’d never felt something like this. Sure he had his own hand to compare it to, but yours was so soft, so warm and so so much better than his own.

It took everything in him not to nut the second you touched him. It really did. He was so desperate. His cock twitched in your touch as you did your best to stroke him inside his boxers, thumbing over the tip to collect the pre-cum there. You couldn’t see it, but he felt like he had a nice cock. A big, bulbous tip, a nice, decently long shaft, and thick veins that ran across it.

Your mouth watered a bit at the thought of tasting him, and you were just about to. But much to Peter’s embarrassment, a few more strokes had him cumming hard over your hand, making a mess of his boxers.

He froze, body tensing as he bit down on your shoulder to muffle the noises that fell from his mouth. Holy shit… How embarrassing. You barely touched him and he came.

You gasped softly in surprise, not expecting it so quickly, but his name was quicksilver after all. Maybe for more reasons than one? Speaking of quicksilver, he was hard again almost instantly. Thank whatever gods there were that he recovered as quickly as he did. So at least he was ready for round two in the blink of an eye. His cock twitched with interest once more as you removed your hand from his pants, looking at the white creamy fluid that covered your fingers.

“What do you want to do now?” You asked him, watching the adorable fucked out expression on his face. He sat up a bit taller and cleared his throat, recovering from his sudden orgasm.

“I uh- I’ve always wanted to uh- sixty-nine? But I haven’t Uh- you’d have to tell me what to do to make you feel good. Like I obviously know about the clit- pshhh, duh, but like I want to make sure I’m doing it right.” He mumbled, shifting uncomfortably as the cum covered the front of his boxers.

You slowly peeled your shirt off your body, Peter gawking at you the whole time.

You gestured to his clothes and in a second, with a soft ‘fwip’ he was naked in front of you. Well damn…

He blushed softly, looking at you for any signs of disappointment, which you certainly didn’t show.

His cock was just as hot as you expected it to be. It curved slightly to the left, and was… Well, probably the prettiest cock you’d ever had the pleasure of viewing.

It wasn’t too thick, but was long, and god you couldn’t wait to feel it inside of you. Patience.. That would come later.

“Pretty.” You whispered, which sent shivers up Peter’s spine. Pretty? What? You- Jesus he could barely think.

You unclasped your bra and in a split second he was on you again, his large palms cupping your breasts as he kneaded them gently.

He looked at you curiously before he let his lips ghost over your hard nipples before taking one of them into his mouth, sucking gently.

His mouth felt delicious against your breasts and you arched your chest into the feeling, hands gently grabbing his silver hair.

He spent several minutes exploring your breasts before he pawed at your jeans, trying to urge you to take them off.

You did just as he wanted, unbuttoning and sliding them down your legs, leaving you in just your little panties.

And lord, Peter almost came again. The sight of you nearly completely naked made his cock ache. He needed something. Now.

He grabbed for you, getting you into a lying position as you kicked off your underwear, letting it fall somewhere as he manhandled you into the perfect position. You were facing his length as he faced your core, both of you in a lying position. Peter nearly drooled at the proximity to your dripping cunt, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and taste.

“Go ahead baby.” You said gently as you took his cock in hand once more, stroking it firmly as you spit onto the tip.

Peter almost forgot all about tasting you the second your hand was in contact with his cock, but luckily he hadn’t.

He scooted forward a bit, letting his tongue press against your core, barely breaching your folds. He swallowed hard, your slick covering his tongue in an intoxicating flavor that he could find himself easily getting addicted to.

He parted your folds with his tongue, delving inside as if he’d done this hundreds of times before. His nose brushed against your clit as he licked and sucked to his heart's content, mouthing at your core with a desperation you’d never experienced.

You pressed your lips to the tip of his throbbing cock and his breath stuttered against you, lips wobbling.

His eyes were closed and his hands rested on your thighs as he tried to get his tongue as deep inside you as humanly possible.

He was losing his ever loving mind. The mixture of you on his tongue and the way you licked so gently against the tip of his cock had him seeing stars.

He pulled away for a moment to breathe and watch as you kitten licked his cock.

He whimpered softly, bucking his hips against your lips, causing his cockhead to slide across your cheek, smearing his pre-cum against your skin.

“S-sorry-“ he mumbled, biting down on his bottom lip as you finally took his tip into your mouth, suckling on it like it was some kind of damned popsicle. The vacuum your mouth created against him had him crying out, thighs quivering as he teared up from the pleasure.

Your tongue gently traced the slit in his head and it had Peter crying out in sensitivity, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you to stop or even be gentle, because he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the slight pain it brought along with the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck- ooooh god baby oh sHit-“ he decided to shut himself up by burying his face back in your pussy, eating you out like his life depended on it.

You had to say, for his first time, he wasn't bad. Not at all. In fact he was actually decent. He found your clit nearly instantly and suckled it into his mouth, being as gentle as could be while still pleasuring you.

You bobbed your head over his length, coating him in your saliva as he weakly bucked his hips forward, causing you to gag slightly.

Peter still couldn’t believe this was happening, part of him thinking this was some wet dream that his mind had dreamt up to torture him with.

But nope. It was real. So real. Too real if you asked him.

And soon enough he was close for the second time that night, body shaking with pleasure as you suckled on his cock. Dear lord, he couldn’t take it anymore, it was too much.

“Y-you gotta stop- I’m gonna- oooooh I’m gonna bust baby-“ he begged, hips desperately flexing as he shuddered.

You just continued your assault on his poor cock, milking him for everything he had, and he came once again, costing your mouth in his salty release.

He threw his head back and gasped, unable to catch his breath for several seconds. He thought he was going to die, but by some sort of luck, he survived. He was alive and well. So much better than well in fact.

He shivered as you popped off of his length, wiping your mouth as you swallowed his release and god damn, that was so hot to him.

He sat up shakily, breathing heavily as he blinked slowly, bliss overcoming him as he tried to calm himself down.

Twice. You’d brought him to release twice already and he still wanted more.

There was just one last thing to do, and Peter was a little nervous, but ready.

He wanted to fuck you.

He sat up, glancing around your room curiously. The last thing he wanted was for the two of you to have to stop because you didn’t have protection. As much as Peter knew he could probably pull out before he came, he in no way wanted to risk it. Not a chance.

“You don’t got a Uh- a condom do ya?” He asked, chuckling softly as he fidgeted with his hands.

“You think I don’t? I’ve been waiting months for this Peter-“ you said, reaching over into your bedside drawer and pulling out a little foil packet, tossing it to Peter. He tore it open and carefully slid it on his length. It felt weird, tight but not bad. Just a new feeling, just like everything else that he’d experienced today.

You laid back on the bed, your breasts bouncing so perfectly as Peter stared for a bit too long, losing his train of thought as he so often did.

You cleared your throat, snapping Peter out of his trance like state staring at your bomb as hell titties. Okay maybe he shouldn’t say it like that- your magnificent breasts. Was that better? No.. no it definitely was not.

The way you laid on your back, wiggling your hips upwards made Peter lightheaded and he found himself crawling towards you without a thought, pulling you into a kiss, his cock nudging at your entrance. His body was shaking a bit and he wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or nervousness. Maybe both? Yeah.. yeah probably both. Because holy shit, he was really about to do this? After today he’d no longer be a lame twenty something year old virgin! Yay! That had to call for a celebration of sorts.

He took his cock in hand, giving it a few firm strokes before placing it back at your entrance, giving a gentle push as you cunt sucked him in. Your wetness mixed with his saliva made the best lube as he slid right in with very little resistance.

A heavy gasp fell from your lips as with his first thrust inside, you felt as if the air had been knocked right from your lungs. He was hitting your cervix with ease, a bit of pain coming from just how far inside he was.

You gripped onto his shoulders as he began to thrust back and forth slowly, the feeling quite literally too much. You were so warm, so fucking tight and the way his cock slid in and out of you was a real sight to behold.

He gripped the sheets by your head to steady himself. The last thing he wanted was to collapse and crush you or something embarrassing like that. That’d almost definitely ruin the mood.

Except you were sure he could do just about anything right now and it wouldn’t ruin the moment. He was so far inside you you swore you could feel him in your stomach. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around Peters waist, pulling him closer as you cried out with each of his perfect thrusts.

Your moans were music to his ears and he swore he could record it and listen to it on repeat every second of the day. You shouldn’t even be allowed to make noises like that, considering the effect it had on poor Peter.

“Fuuuuuuck you’re so warm- my god-“ He groaned out as he thrust into you, his pace getting progressively faster and a bit rougher. You were definitely going to be sore later, but it would all be worth it.

You smiled softly and scratched at his shoulders gently with your nails, dragging a moan from his throat as his hips stuttered.

He’d find a pace and then stutter every few thrusts, humping into you with the desperation of an animal in heat.

He couldn’t believe he’d been missing out on this all these years. Sure people had told him sex felt good but this was more than just good. This was heaven.

“Mmm, so good for me Peter, r-rub. Rub my clit-“ you whined out, pressure building in your core with each thrust, his groin bumped against you, tingles of pleasure spiking through you.

Peter did exactly as you asked, one of his hands coming down to rub against your clit when suddenly he had the most devilish idea.

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in concentration as he began to buzz the pads of his fingers across your clit as he grinned, knowing the effect it would have on you.

You yelped in surprise, eyes flying open as you looked down to see what he was doing. Oh. You hadn’t even thought of that as a possibility but it was so good.

“Peter- baby I-I’m close-“ you managed to choke out, arching your back to meet each of his thrusts, your poor abused pussy clenching around him in desperation.

“I’m close too- fuck cum for me baby- cum for Quickie-“ He let out a breathless laugh as his thrusts lost their rhythm even more, his thighs shaking as he felt himself just about to tip over the edge.

You weren’t sure if the two of you came at the same time, but it had to have been pretty damn close because the second you saw stars behind your eyelids, you felt warmth inside you as Peter released into the condom.

Once the two of you rode out your releases and caught your breath a bit, he pulled out of you, pulling the condom off his sensitive length and tossing it into the small trash can at the edge of the bed.

He collapsed against the bed, chest heaving hard as he turned over to look at you. He was a wreck, sweaty silver hair covering his forehead and poking him in the eye as he blinked. His whole body was hot to the touch, glistening with the smallest sheen of sweat.

“That was fucking amazing. Holy shit balls.” He panted, looking at the ceiling as he attempted to process what had just happened. He was no longer a virgin! Woohoo! Now no one could continue to make fun of him for it!

“Shit balls?” You questioned, shaking your head as you laughed, smoothing Peter’s hair back out of his face before pressing a kiss to his nose, grinning.

He snuggled close to you despite being sweaty and gross, closing his eyes as he breathed heavily, exhausted. It was another new feeling to him. He wasn’t usually tired and rarely ever slept, so for the first time in a while, he felt like he needed a nap. And a Twinkie, but a nap first.

“That was so good baby- thank you- I gotta sleep, feel like I’m gonna pass out.” He said groggily, pressing kisses to your skin in an almost delirious way as he fought to stay awake.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, Peter. Sleep.” You cooed and he cuddled closer to you, wrapping you up in his arms. You felt so safe, and Peter just felt at peace.

His new title was ‘the no longer virgin!’ And he intended to wear it proudly.

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fushigur0ll · 9 months

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Ok now here me out… you know how that old people filter is going around on TikTok? I think it would be so cute if 42!Miles and you do it and he gets kinda emotional at the thought of growing old with the reader, and also he kinda looks like his dad so it’s a harder blow.

Idk I think it would be cute and kinda sappy cause I love seeing those couples on TikTok try it and be like “that’s how we’ll look when we’re grandparents.” AHHH😭♥️

i’m gonna make this as sentimental as possible</3 thanks for the request boobie snoobie

NOW? LIKE NOW NOW?

꒰ ♡ ꒱ you try out that filter you see everyone doing on tiktok and you show miles and his reaction shocks you

includes ; fluff, kisses, tears and sadness but it’s happy tears and sadness oh and use of the n word! not proof read, finished this long one half asleep, n may be a a tiny bit ooc but..IDGAF this is cute💔

"Why do you always leave a nigga hanging outside your window for so long, baby?" Your boyfriend frowned as his gaze fixated on you, while you kept your eyes glued to your phone, even as you opened the window for him.

"I'm sorry, I was using the bathroom," you replied, finally looking up at him with a smile that made him smile back at you. you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your heart as he leaned down to give you two soft kisses on your lips before fully entering your room

Your room was chilly and cozy, with a gentle breeze flowing in from the now-open window, giving your boyfriend goosebumps that raised the hairs on his forearms. As he looked around, he noticed the soft glow of the low orange and purple LED lights, illuminating the room like a beautiful sunset over Brooklyn. He closed the window behind him, but the cool air remained, just the way you liked it.

"Why are you so glued to your phone?" he asked as he took off his shoes and jacket by your desk. You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through videos on your phone, not looking up from the screen.

"I saw this trend on TikTok, and now I can't stop watching it," you replied, still engrossed in your phone. He hummed and headed to the washroom to freshen up and change into his own clothes that he kept at your place.

After a few minutes, he emerged from the washroom, wearing a black t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and a silver necklace adorning his neck. He saw you in a different position, lying down on the bed with your phone a few inches away, as if you were recording a video.

He walked towards you and sat by your side, watching your face closely. He stared at you without saying anything, and you could sense his intense gaze on you, making you glance up at him with a curious expression.

"What's wrong?" you asked, and he just shook his head and leaned down to kiss you once again.

"nun...you're just beautiful," he whispered, laying his forehead on yours, and you smiled, cupping his left cheek softly.

"And you're even more beautifuler pookie butt," you teased, biting his nose playfully when his face drops. "So weird," you chuckled and shoved your phone to his face, making him widen his eyes for a moment before focusing on the screen.

"What is this, baby?"

"its a filter. this is the trend i found. You just press it, and it shows you how you would look when you're older," you explained, sitting up and making him do the same. You pressed the filter and applied it to your faces. The top half of the screen showed your current selves, while the bottom half showed an older version of you both, which made his breathing stop.

As miles stared at the screen, a wave of emotions washed over him. The longer he gazed at the older version of himself, the more it began to resemble his father. He blinked and opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. He continued to blink, feeling the burn of his eyes that he didn't want to experience at the moment. He took a deep breath in, trying to steady himself.

As he looked at your old face, his feelings washed over him like a wave once again. He found you so beautiful, even with a few aging lines and wrinkles on your skin. He stared a bit longer as his train of thoughts went throughout his brain.

Miles didn't just love you, he was in love with you. He always had been. Ever since you both were in the same class together two years ago, and last year you both got together, making it almost two years. He never understood how someone could love him this much. No matter how hard or how high of a wall he built around himself, you managed to climb it or even break it down. He wasn't complaining, but if he knew loving you would be like this, he wouldn't have put up the wall in the first place.

He still remembered the days when you would try to strike up a conversation with him, and he would always be so cold, just to get the point across that he needed to be left alone. But it didn't come through your big ass head. He chuckled to himself, remembering how much he loved— and still loves making fun of your forehead being so big.

He always remembered the times he would find himself staring at you in class when you would sit beside him during the quiet period, just writing notes and doodling cute hearts and faces on his paper. He pretended to be annoyed about it, but secretly loved it. And he wouldn't tell you, but he still had those doodles you used to do in his desk.

Another thing he remembered was when you agreed to being his girlfriend and you both found yourselves at a park, on the playground. You lay in his chest as you both lay on the slide, cuddling close to each other while just looking up at the pretty stars that twinkled and glistened in the night sky. He remembered a story you read with him a few days prior about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe. He referred to himself as the sun and you to the moon. He would sacrifice himself as long as you got to live a better life. Someone who came into his life just to break down his walls and love and cherish him this much shouldn't have him thinking about the day he wants to marry you, but he finds himself doing just that anyways.

He wonders how you will react when, after you both are done with school, getting a bit older and thinking about moving out of your parents' houses, you consider moving in together. Maybe even getting a pet. He knows you love kittens, and he's seen how you cry happy tears of awe when you see a baby kitty cat. He would make fun of you, and then you would start crying more and more. To cheer you up, he would just start kissing and tickling you, which always 100% of the time works.

Oh, how he loves you so much it brings tears to his eyes. Literally.

You had already put down the camera long ago when you saw Miles lost in thought. But you immediately become concerned and worried when a tear falls down his cheek, even though his face remains blank. You frown and cup his cheeks to direct his face towards yours. You kiss his nose, cheeks, and finally his lips ever so softly, hoping to bring him back to the present moment.

You whisper Miles' name, your voice soft and gentle, not wanting to startle him too harshly out of his train of thought. He blinks once, and another tear rolls down his cheek, and you move your thumb to gently rub it away, your heart aching at the sight of his tears.

"You're crying," you say softly, and Miles inhales softly, exhaling and leaning into your hands with his eyes closing.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, his lips pressing against the palm of your hand. He opens his eyes once more, staring into your beautiful eyes.

"There's no need to apologize, baby. I'm just worried," you respond, your voice equally soft as before. Your words make more tears well up in his eyes, but he holds them in.

As he hums softly, the sound vibrates through his chest and sends a shiver down your spine. he squeezes your thigh once then makes his way up the bed to rest his back against your headboard. As you crawl up the bed towards him, you take in the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular arms. you lay back into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

he wraps his arms around your waist, you feel his strong hands on your skin, kneading and rubbing your soft flesh of your thigh once more. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he leans down to rest his head against you, and he can't help but smile as he recognizes the familiar scent of vanilla and cocoa butter.

As he kisses your bare shoulder, you feel the softness of his lips against your skin, you tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to nuzzle his head into your neck and exhaling softly.

he starts to speak, his voice is a deep rumble in your ear, and vibrations of his chest against your back.

"I was just thinking about something... I never saw so much of my dad in me until now, and that's just very... very scary. I don't like to have him on my mind so much because then I'll just fall into this depressive state, but... I just really, really miss him," Miles trails off

You smile sadly, your heart breaking at the sound of Miles' pain. You tilt your head back to press your lips against his chin, your hand coming up to hold the side of his face so you can bring his face down for your lips to touch his own, conveying all the love and comfort you can offer.

you always loved kissing miles. both of your love languages was just physical affection, him more then you from what he says because

‘you can’t love me more then i love you’

"It's okay to think about your dad once in a while, Miles. That's what keeps his memory alive, right? He's always with you, around this house, outside, and in your heart, baby. Don't ever forget that," you say, placing a hand over his chest, where his heart beats strong and steady. As you speak, the room is filled with a sense of calm with Miles listens intently, his eyes watching you as he takes in every word, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

When you finish speaking, Miles frowns, feeling more tears start to line up in his eyes. He groans and covers his eyes with his arm, feeling overwhelmed by his emotions. You can't help but giggle softly at his reaction, finding it endearing.

Turning around, you straddle him just sitting on-top of his thighs. your fingers tracing small circles on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your touch.

"Look at me," you say, poking his chest playfully. He swats your hand away, giving you a playful glare as he peeks out from under his arm. He sighs and puts it down, his callused hands landing on your thighs.

You feel a the warmth of his hands "Why did you cover your face?" you ask, pinching his cheeks playfully. He gives you a warning glare, but the smile on his face betrays his true feelings. He shakes his head at your antics and starts rubbing your skin slowly up and down.

"...I wanna get married," Miles says suddenly

You freeze, staring at him like he's lost his head. The room falls silent, the only sound that’s there is your breathing and the beating of your hearts. You get curious and comfortable, leaning closer to hear his explanation.

‘now?..like..now now?’ you couldn’t help but think. ‘im not even looking good or ready.. but where’s the ring—‘ your thoughts was cut off by miles snickering underneath you.

“not right now ma, i meant later on in the future” he explains and you nod, understanding way.

"Miles, what are you talking about?" you ask softly, your eyes locking with his. he twists his lips to the side before speaking once more

"I want to marry you," he whispers, You gaze up at him, taking in the way his eyes only look at you.

"You do?" you ask softly, your heart pounding in your chest. All he does is nod his head in response, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. You feel a rush of happiness wash over you.

"I want to grow old with you," he continues, his voice steady and sincere. "As corny as that shit sounds, it's true." You can't help but smile at his words, feeling your heart swell with love for him.

"Me seeing us old gave me some sad thoughts," he admits, his expression softening. "But it gave me some hopeful ones too." You listen intently as he speaks, hanging on his every word. You love when he opens up to you like this, sharing his innermost thoughts and feelings with you.

from the time you knew miles, he used to have a hard time expressing himself. He would often be closed off, keeping his emotions bottled up inside. But over time, he's grown more comfortable with sharing his feelings, especially with you. It makes you feel special, knowing that he trusts you enough to be vulnerable with you.

“those hopeful thoughts, most of them, was how i wanted to make you my wife…even though you already are” he winks and squeezes your thigh playfully making you huff and show a small smile. “but for real though, you show me so much love that i never thought you’d do in the first place for me. you’re my first girlfriend and i want you to be my last.” he confesses “i wanna see your old ass make some peach cobbler in the kitchen one day when we have kids and our kids have they kids and you be in there talking about some ‘you ain’t ate all day baby?’ “ you burst into laughter at his attempt to try and sound like a old momma with a raspy voice.

he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist. “but before that, i wanna see you walk down that isle with the dress of your dreams and a pretty smile on that pretty face to get your ring i’ll put on you that’ll make you mine till i’m no longer on this earth”

you couldn’t help but feel yourself about to cry, it was your turn now to groan and shove your face into his chest making him laugh at you.

“wanna be me so bad” he mumbles, kissing your temple and hugging you. you sniffle against his shirt, holding onto him tightly. you were so inlove with this man it makes you so soft

As you look at him now, you can't help but feel grateful for him and the deep connection you share with eachother. it’s something you always wanted to have with someone special and it just so that miles is that one special person

the room was quiet and calm. miles looks down at you you starts drawing circles on his chest, even writing his name and your name inside a big imaginary heart. he chuckles and his chest vibrates making you look up at him just to catch his attention directly on you.

“hi” you whisper and he smiles leaning in closer to your face

“hey” you stuff your face into his chest and hug his tighter.

“..yes” you suddenly speak. miles not knowing what you’re saying yes for, starts to rub your shoulder whilst looking at you in confusion

“hm? whatchu saying yes for?” he asks and you look up at him once more.

“i wanna marry you too” i whisper with a sincere look on your face. he stares before he leans in and kisses you passionately, holding the side of your jaw to make the kiss deeper.

you smile against his lips and enjoy the softness of it on yours. you both savoured the kiss, almost losing air from not wanting to let go. you both unlock lips slowly and you just stare into each-others eyes not wanting this moment to end

“cant believe because of you and that damn filter i’m over here cryin” he grumbles and you just laugh, rubbing the back of his neck

“my softy bootie butt” i tease and he pinches your side

“i take everything i said right back—”

“TOO LATEEE~”

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kichikichiko · 5 months

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Ok, so I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable with this request. If I do, just tell me!

Ok, and you do a SFW/Fluff of Wally Darling x Y/N who is pregnant (I don’t even think it’s possible that puppets can be pregnant but I guess roll with it 😅)

So, can you do headcannons on marriage + pregnancy (If you’re comfortable with writing that. I don’t know why I just think sense he’s in a kids tv show and is overall calm, I think he would be amazing with kids) gender of children/kids if there will be multiple are up to you, doesn’t really matter.

Also I think you would be cute if we got a small reaction from the neighbors of the marriage and or pregnancy! Like how would the whole neighborhood react to this?

Our little family

An: HI EVERYONE IM BACKKKK

I saw this cute request and literally could not resist I HAD TO!

I love reading n writing pregnancy related fics its so fun n fluffy UGH

Hope you like this liz! I totally agree with you. Wally would be good with kids no doubt

Synopsis: HC of Wally with a pregnant puppet reader!

Pairing: Wally Darling x AFAB reader

Cw: fluff, pregnancy, established relationship, reader is called mother @ the end, wally is probs OOC, defies all puppet logic known to mankind

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You and Wally Darling have always been Welcome Home's "it" couple, so imagine the happiness everyone felt when the two of you got married, and imagine the shock everyone felt when you got pregnant!

When you found out you're pregnant you couldn't contain your happiness

You had to tell Wally ASAP after he came back from Barnaby's place

You like knitting so you thought it'd be fun to surprise him with knitted baby clothes, so you got straight to work.

Wally came home at around 1 PM, right after lunch. "Darling I'm Home!"

"Over in the living room dear!" You called, and he made his way to the living room.

Seeing your giddy expression has become one he's used to, but Wally had a feeling that something was different "Darling, you seem really giddy today, did something happen?"

To his question you grinned wider "Im happy everyday with you dear, but I suppose you can say the reason as to why is..." trailing off you picked up the yellow knitted baby outfit you have finished in the morning

Wally couldnt believe it.

Mr. Darling had always been known to have the same expression no matter what, but hearing this news caused him to have his jaw dropped to the floor (quite literally)

Most people would take this as a bad sign, but you knew Wally better than that. You could tell all sorts of emotions and thoughts ran through his brain

"I'll be a father? This can't be happening!" "What a miracle!" "Ill be the best papa for my son or daughter... or both!" "Im so lucky" were just a few he manage to say to you before deciding to kiss you all over your face with his signature slow laugh.

All the other 8 neighbours were delighted to hear that youre pregnant! Thanks to Wally walking around and casually telling them of course.

Julie screamed with joy, hugging you jumping up and down (dangerously close to you) which caused your dear husband to kindly and gently, push and remind Julie to be more careful. To which she complied, causing you to giggle

Sally, a drama queen obviously giggled with joy as well, only she knew better than to hug you while jumping up and down. She promises to give your kid a show once they were old enough to understand.

Poppy was shocked and happy for you and wally, so much so the bird started baking you a cake as a congratulations. She promised you that if you ever had any cravings, just give her a call and she'll be more than happy to bake you something!

Frank was delighted to say the least, despite his face not showing it. You knew he cared. And Frank being Frank, gave you heads up on pregnancy, what to avoid eating, what to do when feeling contractions, letting you know the size of your baby etc. This is his love language, info dumping. He will come and visit Home whenever you need him. As he is Welcome Home's book worm.

Howdy was very delighted. Gave you a pat on the back as well as a hearty laugh. Howdy started stocking up on baby items like pacifiers, diapers and baby toys just for you in the shop

Eddie of course, was just as happy as the other members of Welcome Home. Being the Mailman, he told you that once your belly grows big and you can no longer walk, he'd be happy to deliver your mails and or deliver things to you.

It was delightful having so many wonderful and kind neighbours all around you! And having a wonderful husband made your pregnancy journey fairly easy despite its occasional ups and downs throughout the 9 months.

BONUS:

Once your daughter came into the world, everyone was in awe and took care of her like the niece they never knew they needed!

Wally was obviously a fantastic father, and you were a fantastic mother

When your daughter is old enough, he'd teach her how to paint and they'd go on father daughter dates around the neighbourhood. Painting all they can see and proudly showing their work to you once they get back

Wally would read your daughter bedtime stories to help her sleep

Maybe even throughout the day as well

Waddles up to her father and shows him a book

"Oh? Whats this my sweet peach?" He'd startd "you want papa to read you this book?"

With a gleeful nod she'd get on her tippy toes and give Wally a full clear view on the book

"My sweets its not even bedtime yet are you sure you dont want to save this for tonight?"

He ends up reading it to her anyways

His daughter is his greatest weakness

It made you feel at ease knowing that your daughter is surrounded by kind and loving people <333

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moriartyluver · 1 year

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Good day, it's me again 😌

Just a little question; how would William, Albert and Louis react to William's wife calling the other two "brother"?

Thank you in advance 💕

A/N: this is such a cute concept! Thank you for your request!!

Characters: William James Moriarty x fem! Reader, platonic louis & Albert x fem! Reader

Format: headcannons & scenario

Prompt: How would Albert and Louis react to William’s wife calling them ‘brother’?

Genre: fluff, comedy

Warnings: Death, murder, mentions of seduction, nsfw themes but nothing too explicit &mentions of poison. Reader is afab/fem, reader has William’s surname, reader and William are married & in an established relationship, William gets jealous but in a funny way, slightly OOC characters but it’s for the shits and giggles.

I think Louis and Albert would have been somewhat wary of you at first, especially Louis, however they trusted William’s judgment that you were indeed a good and kindhearted person more than anything and both learnt through various situations that you were right for their brother.

Whenever William would accidentally fall asleep with no warning throughout the day, it would be you who would first come to his aid before anyone draping a blanket or a shawl you were wearing over him and kissing his forehead as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Louis was often worried that William was neglecting himself and he had tried to confide that in you once. You told him it would be alright and that you would take care of it.

In a few weeks time, William seems to be a lot healthy than usual and he’s forgotten your promise to take care of him until he finds out from William that you have been insisting on sleeping with him due to ‘nightmares’ or that you can never finish a meal because you’d be bored without someone to eat with and your love for picnics out in the sun with lots of healthy food as of recently. That’s when Louis realised you really were his brother’s soulmate.

Albert could trust you a little more than Louis though. If you were a noble, he would have a general idea of your personality and your humble donations to various charities. He would have conversed with you multiple times before he realised you were seeing his brother with the intention of marriage.

Both the brothers didn’t really expect William to fall in love. He had plans to take down the harsh system of aristocracy , and he had no time to fall in love or start a family, so when he introduced you to his only family, they were surprised.

Still, they saw how William’s eyes would light up when he talked about or to you and the small smile on his face whenever you were around, how could his brothers not like you?

One of the disadvantages of being a noble who just so happened to have been married into the prestigious Moriarty family was that attending balls and charity galas frequently was a must. Thankfully, you had been free as of late and so had your husband and in-laws which meant you didn’t have to be the only one attending for the sake of showing up and all four of you could have a genuinely good time.

Of course, being a member of the ‘lords of crime’ organisation meant that crime never slept - and it had just as much energy as you did while at a fun party.

There had been one man in particular that was known to abuse his servants and even other nobles would criticise him on his harsh behaviour along with this, many people could tell of his obvious pining towards you and that only made William hate him more.

He had only recently inherited his fathers fortune and become his head of house in his 30s, so he was still enjoying the remnants of his youth. Thankfully he had stuck to his habit of attending every party and was here at this gala too.

William had gone to check up on both Moran and Fred that were to be used as back up for the plan you had set up alongside William, this time you being the main character.

Your lover was mildly hesitant to have you shoving your own tongue down another man’s mouth in order to transfer poison into his own, but with your reassurance, everything was settled.

“Lady (Last name)! What a pleasure it is to see you here!” Speak of the devil.

“And you too, Count Fenrich.” You smiled to the man who had now approached you while trying not to correct him on his use of your now maiden name rather than your husbands one, and noticing your (terrifying when jealous) husband had disappeared.

“I hope I’m mistaken,” he definitely didn’t hope “but it seems Lord Moriarty is nowhere to be found.”

You could already tell where this was going. That mischievous glint in the man’s eyes was undeniable.

“Oh, he is here, you must’ve seen him earlier. William has vanished into thin air. I can’t seem to find him in this sea of people.” You could see Albert talking to Louis in the corner of your eye, just as you had planned. You turned to meet their gaze and called out to them. “Brother Albert! Brother Louis! Have you seen William around?”

Brother…?

Albert was quick to recover from his and Louis’s shared stunned state. Louis was still flustered and confused though.

“He went to go talk to a few others and freshen up his drink but I think he went through the corridor. He might not be back for a while but I’ll let you know if I see him.” He said, coming closer to you while Louis nodded beside him.

As soon as you had left to a different location with the older male, Albert and Louis finally were able to comprehend what you had called them both.

“Brother Albert…she called us-“

“W-well it’s only normal that she refers to us that way considering we are her brothers in law.” Albert coughed to cover up his embarrassment. He couldn’t deny that both he and his younger brother were internally fangirling and giggling at the thought that you finally were able to consider them one of your own.

William had finally come back from checking in on the others (who were stationed in two separate locations that you had agreed to go into earlier to kill the count. They’d both been ordered that if it went further between you two, they were to kill Count Fenrich immediately.)

“Has she left yet..?-“ William asked before noticing his brothers’ red faces “what’s gotten into you two?”

“She called us her brothers..” Louis whispered

William raised an eyebrow. Surely he had misheard his baby brother “what..?”

“(Name) called us her brothers..!” Albert half-squealed as he grabbed William’s shoulder

William blinked then his lips shifted into a wholesome smile “is that so? I never would have expected this out of either of you..” the blonde chuckled.

Within a few minutes of William trying not to laugh too loud, his lovely wife had returned, shortly before Count Fenrich, who dipped when he saw william, despite being on the brink of death.

“There’s something so thrilling about ridding the world of devils in a crowed space-“ you muttered to yourself as you wiped your mouth with a silk handkerchief “oh? William! You’re back. What’s gotten into these two?”

“I think it’s best if we leave now..” William said, giving a signal to a butler-ified Moran “come along dear” he wrapped his hand around your waist, dragging you along while Albert and Louis followed behind.

“I’m going to have to wash my mouth out with soap when we get home..”

As you walked outside and stepped into the carriage, you could hear a scream ( someone had seen Count Fenrich drop dead lol) beneath the praises and (comical) cries of Albert and Louis telling you they were honoured to have you as their sister-in-law.

One of the advantages of being a noble who just so happened to have married into the Moriarty family was that you not only had the perfect husband, but also amazing brothers(-in-law) aswell.

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marlboroenjoyer · 11 months

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let me show you my thanks

so here is part two to 'cat got your tongue' i love miguel and i dunno maybe this was ooc but its my first smut fic with him be gentle. also i tried desperately to get like actually grammatically correct and normal sounding spanish from a bunch of different websites; so i really apologize in advance if it sounds disjointed or weird. im a patehtic monolingual individual :(.

summary [2.9k words] - you took an unannounced break from the spider-society after the fiasco that was your last meeting with miguel. he wants to show you just how thankful he is for you.

warnings - 18+ (if you're a minor and i see you interacting with my stuff you're getting blocked). SHARP TEETH BABY RAAAAHHHHHHHHH, inappropriate use of venom, slight degredation if you squint.. nsfw under the cut!

you were on autopilot for the next few days after your conversation? argument? with miguel. you were home in your own universe; you had shucked the gizmo off your wrist the second your feet landed in your small apartment. you didn’t even want to think about miguel let alone get contacted by the man so you shed your brain of anything involving hq. the days consisted of bouncing between your mattress and your desktop, occasionally fighting whatever enemy decided to break your peace. it was nice to fall back into your once usual routine before your discovery of the spider-society. and it was even nicer to finally have a little peace of mind. not thinking about miguel had made everything a little easier.

you weren't worried about his reactions to anything. you weren't concerned about his hair trigger temper; about whether or not something you said would set him off. there was the smallest licks of anxiety in the back of your mind as the radio silence was unnerving to a degree, you had grown accustomed to hearing lylas cheerful voice break into your mind. it was easy to shake those feelings though; spending the mostly quiet evenings catching up on shows or games you just simply hadn’t had to time for anymore.

it had been storming all day, and you had found out after talking with other spider-people, that you had gotten quite lucky with your version of new york. the storms never pulled more trouble out of the damp dark cracks of the city, if anything it deterred them. the city life was hushed by the gray gloomy skies spitting fat raindrops at your window. you felt something ping up your spine as you were sitting at your desktop. it wasn’t the same feeling you got when you sensed some form of danger; this surge of nerves was telling you something was off today. before you could even get up from your desk chair, a large orange spiral of energy tore into your dimension; and out popped the looming man you were trying to avoid.

“you took your bracelet off.” there was an edge to his voice; something unknown on the cusp, threatening to fall out and into your lap. you didn’t dignify his statement with a response. you didn’t owe any responses to miguel. so you just stared at him in the silence of your apartment; his vivid eyes searching you for anything; and after a few more moments of silence he decided to continue talking.

“we’ve– i’ve– been trying to contact you.” another long beat. “you had duties to fulfill. you’ve been holed up in your dimension while i thought– lo que sea…”[1] his mouth snapped shut before he finished his sentence, cutting himself off before giving an exasperated sigh. his hands rubbed down his face, before revealing his eyes which were intensely trained on you. your expression gave nothing away, you were just going to stand aside and watch him fight with himself inside his head; or maybe he’d even just give up and leave. part of you hoped for the latter, but you also wanted him to finally be able to figure out how to speak to you.

“listen. i understand you were, shit probably still are, angry about how i reacted.” his words for grating against his clenched teeth and set jaw. clearly this was very difficult. “but i didn’t know how to react to the fact that you were a breath away from meeting death. i had come to terms with death a very long time ago. but i don’t know if i’d be able to get over it, if you died.” you continued to let him speak, watching him as he chewed on the words and mulled them over in his head.

“you are so fucking annoying sometimes, but you are so lovely and you’re so soft. and i know you can hold you own but you…” you could practically see steam coming from his ears, as the cogs in his brain turned away trying his best to figure out how to express his thoughts. he stopped talking for a moment as he approached you slowly. “tenía tanto miedo que sentí ganas de vomitar.”[2] his voice was a fraction of the volume it once was. his hands gently grabbed yours.

“i’m sorry i was…more or less a dick. you didn’t deserve that, especially after you saved my skin. quería… darte las gracias por salvarme la vida.”[3] his eyes bore into your own. now you were genuinely speechless, and not just holding out due to spite. thankfully your body acted for you, reaching forward and wrapping your arms around miguel’s strong abdomen. you let your head rest against his chest and you waited for his reaction. after a few beats his arms wrapped around your frame. his head ducked down to tuck into the crook of your neck.

you whispered out a thank you, to which you felt a quick puff of air escape miguel’s nose. he couldn’t understand why you were thanking him. you pulled your arms back and over his shoulder, gently grabbing a handful of his dark hair and pulling his head back up to look at you. before he could say anything you lightly placed your lips onto his in a timid kiss. an action so tender and so soft, it managed to shatter miguel's heart and rebuild it anew. it took less than a second for miguel to kiss you back. immediately the atmosphere changed, electricity surging through the both of you as miguel deepened the kiss. his hands skated around your body, kneading the flesh underneath his fingers whenever he paused his ministrations.

your hands were still occupied with fists fulls of his hair, and you took that as an opportunity to tug on his hair as you two made out. his mouth pulled away from yours for the briefest moment; allowing himself to let out a breathy groan. his hands planted themselves firmly on your ass, squeezing hard making you yelp. as you both made out, he was backing you up into the wall; and before you even realized your back was pressed flat against the wall. his knee immediately slid between your thighs, slotting right between them as if you were made to fit against each other.

his thigh pressed hard against your core, and you let out a stuttering gasp at the pressure. he gradually took hold of all of your senses. he was becoming overwhelming. you gently pushed against his chest, humming against his lip as his tongue continued to play with your bottom lip. he pulled his head away after a few more moments, almost irritated by the prospect of leaving your lips for more than thirty seconds.

“what’s wrong mi amor?” his voice had dropped a couple of octaves. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you. “are you still hurt?” you shook your head in response. he had backed up enough to let you slip out from between him and the wall. you grabbed his hand and led him to your bedroom. the whole apartment was dark aside from the dim lamps you had lit scattered around the few rooms. you could hear the rain still colliding with the glass of your window, however that was mostly drowned out by the pounding of your heart. you swore miguel could hear it as well, which only made matters worse.

you had merely dreamed of scenarios similar to these, never once thinking they could actually become real. some section of your brain wondered if you were passed out in bed already. sure you and miguel were amicable with each other, but he was such a shut off man that you were never really able to characterize what you were to him; and vice versa.

the end of your bed came in contact with your calves, and miguel pushed you down onto it. you landed with a quite huff, while the realization of what was going to happen tonight dawned on you. miguel must’ve seen the deer in headlights look on your face, as he leaned down with his hands bracing himself on either side of your shoulders.

“i want to show you just how grateful i am for what u did for me… only if you allow me.” his face was nothing but completely genuine, giving you a way to say no to all of this if you really wanted to. you didn’t say anything in response, you merely wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back down into a much more heated kiss. miguel groaned low in his throat at the feeling of you yanking him down. unfortunately for you though, he started pulling away, instead standing upright once more to take on his suit. with a quick shrug of his shoulders his chest was exposed, suit still sitting low on his hip. not like it was hiding anything from you. you could clearly see the line of his hard dick straining against this unstable molecular prison.

“baby, if you want this to keep going… im gonna have to hear you say it.” the corners of his mouth were tugged upwards in a sly smirk. he wanted nothing more than to hear you say how much you wanted him at this moment. fuck he felt his cock jump at the mere thought of your plush lips opening to beg for him. he watched as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, observing the way your struggled with vocalizing your thoughts.

“miguel…” your voice was a pathetic whimper, and you squeezed your thighs together to alleviate your desperation. miguel’s practically rolled back into his skull, hearing you say his name like that– his big hand gripped your knees which had been brought up to your chest, his talons threatening to spring out and dig into your soft skin.

“say it baby. i gotta hear you say it.” he edged you on, his erection now pressed firmly against your ass as encouragement.

“miguel please… i need you so bad. dreamt about this moment.” your confession felt like a swift quick to the chest, successfully ridding his lungs of any oxygen. you’d dreamt about this before. how could he hold back now.

“dios mío… siento que un día me vas a matar.”[4] his voice was a mere growl at this point, his jaw clenched as he stared down at you. “tell me, what exactly have you dreamt about?” he shifted you further up onto the mattress, giving him the opportunity to box you in with his huge frame. embarrassment was licking at your subconscious like flames, making your whole body get swelteringly hot. but there was something in miguel’s expression that egged you on. you felt like you were going to die if you didn’t tell him.

“i think about your teeth…a lot… recently i’ve found myself– ugh this is so…” you covered your face with your hands before continuing on. “i think about you biting me…again i guess… i think about your venom.” you just never ceased with rendering miguel speechless, he guessed it was just one of your many talents at this point.

you were starting to get nervous about your confession. miguel hadn’t responded yet, but before you could get too into your own head you felt his lips ghost over you neck; right across the spot he bit you the first time. your breath hitched in your throat, and you involuntarily whimpered.

“you’ve really gotta trust me if you want that. you’d give everything up to me.” you only nodded your head. you trusted him; in all honesty you think you trusted him more than almost anyone in the society. you heard him click his tongue sharply.

“what did i say earlier? if you want this i gotta hear you say it.” you felt his breath fan over your neck, as he peppered small kisses all over it and your chest. you had wrapped your legs around his waist, and he was very gently grinding down into you. gentle vibrations wracked their way through your entire body causing small gasps and whimpers to come spilling from your kiss swollen lips.

“please miguel… i surrender everything to you. i trust you.” that was all he needed to hear before he bit down into your trapezius muscle, just like before. only this time you were much more aware of the effects now. he stayed like that for a couple seconds longer, before detaching from your neck and licking away the blood from the wound. slowly but surely you felt all motor functions slip from your body. you were overcome with this euphoric dullness, you felt like you were floating. while you slowly felt all control drain from your body, miguel was making quick work of your clothes, sharp claws slicing through your shorts and shirt like it was nothing. he whispered promises of new clothes as he continued with your bra and panties.

“how are you feeling mi amor? can you speak at all?” you acknowledged miguel’s questions with a quiet moan. as much as he wanted to take his time with you, work you up before tearing everything back down; he knew he had very little patience left, and limited time to work with the venom. your metabolism was extremely fast in comparison to the usual suspects he would subject his venom to, so he had much less time to keep you in this dreamy haze. he wanted to make sure the only word you could think of was his name.

the rest of his spider suit disappeared into nothing as he positioned you. you legs had fallen from his waist a little while ago when you first started feeling the venom, so he flipped you over onto your stomach. he arms wrapped underneath your hips to hoist you up so your ass was in the air, with your back arched and chest pressed into the mattress beneath you. he knew he was going to warm you up. miguel hasn’t exactly had many partners as of late but he was aware of his size. one of his hands found its way to your pussy, his other hand bracing your hip and keeping you steady. his fingers rubbing gentle circles into your clit. hazy pleasure rolled through you, like waves lapping at the shore. long strung out moans clawed their way up your throat; spurring miguel on. his fingers had moved from your clit, moving deeper in as they breached your hole. a deep groan echoed through to room.

“christ you’re so fucking wet. such a slut, ready to give up any control.” god his dick was painfully hard now. pulsing steadily every few seconds, weeping precum and begging to be buried deep in your hot cunt. he felt your walls flutter and clench when he degraded you, and he filed that information deep into his brain. his fingers were so overwhelming through the fog that settled inside your skull. your breaths had become erratic, chest rising and falling to desperately take in air. you moans were cracking, as miguel fully rammed three fingers in and out of you.

“i hear you baby, i hear you. im gonna take care of you.” he curled his fingers in search of that one spot that would make you see stars. it didn’t take long for him to find it as your volume increased even more.

“m-mig…” you desperately tried to form words; to warn miguel of your rapidly approaching orgasm. you were fighting against the paralysis and the overwhelming floating feeling. your pussy clenched down tight against miguel’s fingers, a sudden wetness coating most of his hand. he pumped his fingers a couple more times as he worked you through your orgasm. once your breathing settled a little he gently took his fingers out of you. he took his fingers into his mouth, grunting as your taste flooded his taste buds.

his patience had thoroughly snapped, two iron grips digging into your hips as he lined himself up with your aching pussy. he steadily began to push himself into you, breath getting punched out of him with every inch your hot walls enveloped. once he finally bottomed out, you both needed time to catch your breath. you were so full of him and you finally felt complete. the only thing you could think about was miguel. no amount of time could have prepared you for miguel to start moving. he immediately set a brutal pace, the sounds coming out of him resembling that of an animal.

“god you’re– holy fuck- practically strangling me. greedy pussy just sucking me in for more.” you struggled to comprehend what he was saying. miguel curled in on top of you, pressing you flush against his broad chest. one hand started rubbing hard circles into your clit, whiled the other held you firmly to him. the placement of his arm across your chest allowed him access to your nipples, something he quickly took advantage of. he tweaked and pinched the hard pebble, as he struggled to keep his eyes open. he wanted to look at your face as he caused you to come undone for a second time. your mouth had lulled open, freely drooling onto the pillow beneath your head. tears squeezed their way out of your eyes.

your bodies stuck together, the sweat clinging to your skin. miguel continued to incoherently mumble spanish to you, and you were far too blissed out to listen to anything at all. the white hot coil in the very bottom of your stomach threatening to snap. you cunt fluttered and clamped down on miguel’s dick. it only spurred him on even more, his pace punishing now as he fucked you into the mattress. a long broken scream boomed from your throat as you came, your vision going completely white despite you eyes being clenched tightly shut. your eyebrows screwed up in an expression of pure pleasure. miguel slammed down fully into you, his cock kissing your cervix as he came with a loud moan. you were already so full of his cock that there was practically no room for him cum. he watched with wide eyes and his cum spilled from your spent pussy dripping down around his cock that was still inside you.

he let you both level out before pulling out as carefully as possible. the friction still causing you to cry out in overstimulation. miguel hushed your cries by pressing light kisses all over your face and neck. his thumbs brushed away the stray tears. he finally turned you back over, carefully laying your head back down onto the pillow below you.

“can you move at all mi amor?” your headspace had still not returned to normal, seeing as how you didn’t really respond. miguel got up from the bed and quietly padded over to your kitchen. you whimpered out for him to return, not enjoying the silence of being alone in the room in this loopy headspace you’ve found yourself in. a few moments later he returned to the room, a cup of water and warm washcloth in his hands. the bed dipped underneath the weight of his body as he set the cup of water on the table for a moment and began working on getting you clean. once this was done he flung the now dirty washcloth into your hamper.

his strong arms shifted you for the last time that night, leaning you against him with your head cradled against his chest once he had gotten comfortable. with you in this position he reached over to grab the water and pressed the rim to your bottom lip, silently offering. you dipped your head back just enough to take a couple of careful sips before relaxing your head against him once again. with the rain as white noise in the background you drifted in and out of consciousness.

“gracias, mi amor.”

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[1] - whatever

[2] - i was so scared that i felt like vomiting

[3] - i wanted... to thank you for saving my life

[4] - dear god... why do i get the feeling you're going to be the death of me

#across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse smut #spiderman 2099 imagine #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut

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hobiebrownismygod · 6 months

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I think you have talked about this before, if so, i’m sorry for ask, but what about a more in deep analysis on Pavitr’s personality and why he’s not some emasculated uwu boy, especially for the ones who wants to write about him

I actually haven't talked about this before, so thanks for the idea! Hopefully what I wrote answers your ask properly, and if not pls let me know! <3

I made two posts to answer your question, the first being this post and another being an analysis on Pavitr's personality which I'll post as soon as I finish it. Let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list or if you would like a specific place for me to post it! I'll link it here once I've written it <3

Stop Writing Pavitr As An Emasculated uwu Boy

He's not.

So why do people write Pavitr Prabhakar this way in the first place? The main reason is:

Internalized Toxic Masculinity

We as a society have become so used to seeing men being aggressive and brooding, ESPECIALLY male superheroes. We see a lot of superheroes like Batman who're extremely broody, don't talk a lot, and are overall the strong silent type. We have superheroes like Captain America who never cry, rarely get angry, and rarely show vulnerability. In general, celebrated male characters in the media tend to be dominant and aggressive, because those are the traits that society has decided make men men.

Note: I'm not saying that these characters never show emotion and I'm not saying every celebrated male character is like this, I'm just explaining the connections between what I've noticed and the research I've done on the symptoms of toxic masculinity

Gender norms have corrupted our understanding of what it is to be masculine. Women are expected to be polite, calm, accommodating, and take good care of the way they look. Men are expected to be bold, aggressive and strong. Women are supposed to spend a lot of time on their hair and clothes, while men don't care about those things. Men are supposed to spend their days watching sports and wrestling, but women aren't interested in those things.

Because of these celebrated norms, when people see a character that cares about the way they look, is optimistic, calm, caring, sweet, they immediately think that that character is feminine. Why? Because we've been told that women are all those qualities and men are not. We've been told that women are kind and sweet while men are bold and strong.

So how does this connect to Pavitr's characterization in the media?

Note: This does not apply to headcanons. If you want to headcanon him as trans, as a femboy, or some other OOC thing, feel free to do so. This is specifically for people trying to write him accurately.

Pavitr was introduced as an excited, carefree young boy who's optimistic, kind, funny, etc. He talks about his hair, he openly talks about his relationship with his girlfriend, Gayatri, he swings around by dancing and doing poses, and has a love for street dogs.

He is not portrayed as bold, aggressive, dominant, competitive or stoic. He is not effortlessly attractive and he cares about the way he looks, and he cares about how he presents himself. He is not self-sufficient and he talks about living with his aunt, having friends, having a girlfriend, and the Spider Society.

These are all traits which traditionally masculine men portray, but Pavitr does not.

But does this make him feminine?

NO.

Having feminine qualities does not make you completely feminine. Having masculine qualities does not make you completely masculine. Just because you have one or two feminine qualities, it doesn't mean your entire personality and actions are all going to be feminine.

Pavitr portrays some feminine qualities. However, he also proves that he is strong, quick-thinking, tough, and sarcastic. Are these are traditionally feminine traits? No. But, people are ignoring all these qualities and switching them to turn him into an emasculated femboy, which just isn't accurate.

Note: The same thing happens vice versa where a female character will show a couple of masculine traits and people will say she's trans, or just call her a bitch because she's "aggressive" which is extremely sexist and a product of years worth of internalized misogyny.

Just because he likes the way he looks, doesn't mean he's gay.

Just because he dances when he swings, doesn't mean he's a femboy.

Just because he has a colorful suit doesn't mean he's an uwu boy.

Stop feeding into gender norms and write characters properly. Write him like the 13/14 year old Indian boy he is, and integrate the qualities he has in the movie to make him accurate! If you don't know how to write him, ask an Indian writer how to make him accurate to his character! Ask an Indian fan how they believe Pavitr would act and I promise you, it'll be twice as accurate as whatever random headcanons people are placing onto him right now.

Why is this harmful?

Lets talk about SOUTH ASIAN REPRESENTATION.

For the longest time, South Asians have been portrayed on screen as nerdy techies, comedians, cabbies or corner-store owners. These inauthentic portrayals of South Asians, especially Indians are harmful to the South Asian narrative and help further negative stereotypes about our race and our culture.

South Asian culture has been portrayed by Hollywood as dirty, overly traditional, and movies representing South Asian culture ten to be Oscar-baiting movies made by white men that border on poverty porn.

There are few and I mean FEW well-made and well-researched South Asian characters in the media. I'd say two of the only well-written Indian characters in western media right now are Kingo from Eternals and Ali from Squid Game and even they have kinks they need to work out.

PAVITR IS IMPORTANT TO US!!

We finally got a South Asian character who speaks Hindi, lives in India, eats and drinks South Asian cuisine, has a South Asian girlfriend and a suit that screams cultural representation! His character was written by Indian writers and contained elements of India that aren't poking fun at our culture and our traditions!

He is REPRESENTATION.

So represent him properly.

Write him properly

For the brown kids that never got to see a superhero that looked like them when they were growing up.

As always, sources under the cut <3

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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Hi may I have hcs of a reader who pretty much makes it their mission to flustered ganyu, hutao and yae miko?

Them with a reader that tries to make them flustered

Characters: Ganyu/Hu Tao/Yae Miko x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Holy- This request is a couple of months old at this point, so I’m really sorry it took me so long. I always planned on writing this one, but never came around to actually do it. Now that I think about it, there are a couple of other older requests still sitting in my inbox, so I’ll at least try to finish a few of them.

Hu Tao’s part *might* be a bit ooc since I didn’t want to make her part too similar to Yae’s part and tried something a bit different.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Ganyu

Generally speaking, flustering Ganyu was about as easy as closing your eyes, something made much easier by the fact that just winking at her from across a room would often be enough to redden her face at least slightly. And while there were situations in which getting the intended reaction was much more difficult, most notably whenever she was focused on work, you were sure that you’d find a way to make her blush if you actually wanted to.

It wasn’t every day that you got to meet Ganyu at work before lunchbreak, actually meaning that it had never happened before due to the two of you working for different Qixing. So, when you heard a knock on your office door one day, only to her to enter afterwards, calling your reaction surprised would have been most befitting.

“Hello Ganyu, I didn’t expect you to come and pay me a visit at my office. Do you need something, or did you miss me too much to wait until lunch?”, you asked after jumping up from your chair, adding the last part as a small joke while putting on a small smile, feeling even more happy about seeing her, once you saw her face heat up in response.

“Ah- no. I mean yes, I need something- but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t miss you, just that I didn’t miss you that much- no wait”, Ganyu somewhat stumbled over her answer, not being able to stop herself from correcting herself, only to make it worse with each sentence.

Seeing her react the way she did made you want to pepper her face in kisses, there were barely any sights you’d consider coming even near to the same level of cuteness, so while you knew that Ganyu definitely wouldn’t object to the idea of never having to go through such an experience ever again, you couldn’t help but try to fluster her whenever possible. Sure, there were times even you wouldn’t think about doing so, mostly when around other people, even if you weren’t too sure if that was because you wanted to spare her from embarrassing herself in front of others, or because you didn’t want to share the sight with anyone else.

“Don’t worry Ganyu, I know exactly what you were meaning. I actually missed you as well”, you assured her, instantly managing to calm her back down, only for her to remember the papers in her hand and show them to you.

“Oh, that’s right. I nearly forgot”, she exclaimed before returning to the actual reason she came over, only for you to smile and nod, all the while planning how to fluster her next.

Hu Tao

Once you had been a victim of Hu Tao’s pranks like any other, the only exception being her giving you “special treatment”, a nice sounding term actually just describing how she’d put extra work into her pranks on you, resulting in them being “much better” than other’s. So, when you accidentally found out how easy it was for you to fluster her, both of you realised that you wouldn’t be defenceless any longer.

While you were fully aware that Hu Tao was most likely about to pull a prank on you the moment you entered her office, having asked you to meet her in it just a half an hour ago, you still opened the door, only to find yourself semi-surprised to find out that nothing happened, the room being completely empty. You were no idiot though, so it wasn’t like you were suddenly thinking you were safe, still knowing that she was probably hiding and waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and while you could have just started actively searching for her, you instead decided to sit down in her chair, pretending to look around her desk.

“Oh, is that a poem?”, you wondered out loud just enough to be sure that she heard you, wherever she was hiding. While Hu Tao writing poetry was nothing new to you, the prankster sometimes reading you one or two out loud in an attempt to embarrass you with how overly cheesy she made them sound, your recent found of a whole other stash of love poetry composed by her was somewhat of a surprise, and while you had stopped reading them the moment you realised what you had discovered, you couldn’t help but hope that weaponizing them would succeed in countering her ambush.

Almost immediately, you were greeted by the sight of the Funeral Parlour’s Director stumbling out of a nearby closet, only for her to let out a silent sigh of relief when she recognised the paper in your hands. “Heya, I was just cleaning out the closets, so sorry for not letting you into the room, although entering an office without receiving permission is rather rude, don’t you think so?”, she pretended as if nothing weird had happened, putting on an unusually nervous smile only for you to shoot her a much more amused one.

“Oh, sorry. I thought it was okay, since you asked me to meet you in here”, you answered innocently, only to put the paper back where you found it. “And don’t worry about letting me wait, I was just passing my time by reading this love poem I found”, you joked, causing Hu Tao’s cheeks to heat up for a moment before she realised what you were trying to do, putting on her usual smile as she let out a small chuckle.

“Oya? Do you think I would be that easy to fool? I don’t keep any love poetry in my office”, she answered confidently, only to suddenly remember that she had an important meeting once she heard your response.

“So, you keep love poetry at home?”

Yae Miko

While no one with half a brain cell would even attempt to try and fluster Yae, knowing very well that it would backfire immensely, you were nothing if not overly confident in your ability to actually succeed one day, even if it cost you your ego.

And while the Guuji found amusement in countering you in the beginning, causing you to turn into the victim before you even had the chance to unleash your plan, her goal quickly shifted, causing her to not interrupt you, her curiosity about what you hoped to get her flustered with winning out against her instincts to turn the table on you.

While you couldn’t remember exactly how long you were already sitting on one of the many stairs of the Narukami shrine, writing ideas in your small notebook before crossing them out just as quickly, it was more than long enough to get completely focussed on it, ignoring almost everything else around you. The shrine stood almost entirely empty, most guests having long returned to the nearby festival after visiting for a prayer and many shrine maidens having followed them, causing you to only rarely get interrupted.

“What are you sitting here so solemnly for? Are you writing me a love poem or something?”, Yae’s voice somewhat caught you off-guard, making you turn your head towards her as you watched her approach you with her usual smile.

“Not today, I’m trying to think of a new plan on how to make you blush”, you answered matter-of-factly, not letting yourself any time to overthink your words before returning to writing down ideas.

“Oh, how straight-forward of you, that almost succeeded”, she stated with a chuckle, only for you to look at her once again, this time with a hopeful look.

“Really?”, you asked, only to focus back on your notebook when you saw her smile disappear within an instant.

“No.”

“Thought so, it would have been too easy”, you responded disappointed before crossing out another idea, causing Yae—who at this point stood almost next to you—to take a look at your notebook.

“Are those supposed to make me flustered?”, Yae asked after scanning the page, not finding any of your plans particularly embarrassing, her tone immediately making you scribble over most of the remaining ideas.

“Thinking of something is more difficult than I expected, especially since you’re resistant to all of them”, you muttered out frustrated before putting the notebook down and letting out a sigh.

“Well, feel free to try them out whenever you want. I’m looking forward to it”, she stated with an amused smile, only to pat you on the back and returning to the shrine.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #ganyu x you #ganyu x y/n #ganyu x reader #ganyu #ganyu imagines #hu tao x you #hu tao imagines #hu tao #hu tao x reader #hu tao x y/n #yae miko imagines #yae miko x y/n #yae miko x you #yae miko #yae miko x reader

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isalisewrites · 3 months

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Let's go with one of your original ideas. What's Loving You (is a losing game) or The Wizard & the Hero?

Okay, let me tell you about Loving You (is a losing game)

It's inspired from If Paths Diverged, which is an amazingly well written Harrymort with very dark themes. For me, it was one of those stories where I felt it was missing something FOR ME. It scratched so many perfect itches, but I felt like I wanted a little more. These are the best kinds of stories because they spark inspiration.

It's why I started Terrible, But Great. I'd read so many Tomarry fics, but I always felt like there was one or two elements that was missing for my ultimate enjoyment. I think this is a sacred process in fandom as a whole. You love all the stories, but they don't always hit every single checkmark. That's the perfection condition for a spark of inspiration.

Thus, after finishing If Paths Diverged, I started having some ideas. Basically, my idea was an adult Harry who rescues Voldemort from a hellish capture by the Ministry, but his magic is locked away by a curse. The story would end with Harry breaking the curse and giving Voldemort back his magic - without locking him in an unbreakable vow to stop killing people because Harry loved him.

Voldemort is shocked by this selfless action. Harry would've been executed by the Ministry for such traitorous actions. Instead of fighting the Ministry, Voldemort chooses to save him and take him away. The story would've ended with them on the run, visiting foreign lands, with Harry working as a freelance curse breaker as they live together. I ended up writing down 1500 words of these ideas.

However, as I was writing down my ideas, some of them were beginning to blend with some original concepts. While it began as a Harrymort story, it began to evolve in my mind into an original story. Mostly because the version of Harry was more OOC than I normally like to write him.

He was a very closed off person. Still very self sacrificing, but he didn't have the same explosive and sassy personality of his canon self.

“Why did you save me?" demanded Voldemort. "What of your job, your life—your family—” “I have none, remember?” said Harry lightly. Voldemort recoiled as if physically struck. Harry lifted an eyebrow. “Did that hurt?” he asked, somehow detached. “It’s just a fact.” “You are… strangely unemotional.” Harry shrugged. “I’ve spent a lot of time alone.” “Why?” “It’s simpler. Quieter.”

This is just an example of lines that show that this Harry was vastly different. It became difficult to call him Harry the more I heard his voice in my mind and I began thinking of how to evolve different aspects to the idea. The original idea is still in its infancy, especially when you try to evolve such a rich, complex backstory between Harry Potter and Voldemort.

So far, I've been thinking of who the MC is and how he'd defeat his 'Dark Lord' in an original story. He'd turn him over to the government when he was a young age and forget about him. Years later, as he works a job as a cursebreaker, he ends up crossing paths with the 'Dark Lord' only to see the horrific, inhumane conditions that the government has inflicted on him.

And the MC isn't the type to let that go. Not sure where to go from there, but I have one my favorite lines from this idea.

“Still think love is a weakness?” The glare he received was unescapable. “It is a vile, pitiful disease of the feebleminded, one of which I am sorely afflicted.”

If you're going to evolve a fanfic idea into an original idea, I will always say that this is the best place in the creative process to do so. It's much more difficult to evolve complex AUs into an original idea once you've written most of the fanfiction story. But it's definitely fun to do!

#anon asks #harrymort #evolving fanfiction to original #tomarry #isa's writing #evolving a fanfic idea into an original novel

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pearlywritings · 6 months

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What kind of advice or tips would you give to someone who wants to write fanfics, but has trouble with being able to grip the genshin characters' true personality and dialogue style? To avoid making them feel way too ooc

Not gonna lie - I've kept it in the askbox a little bit longer, cause I had a hard time formulating my thoughts.

The thing is - I too, often, feel like I stray from the character, especially after just finishing the piece of writing. That's why I ask a friend to read them for me - an insight from another person helps me a lot! Especially since the person is involved in the fandom and shares my love for almost the same characters.

Another thing you can do - is excercise patience. Let the wirtten work sit in your drafts a couple of days and then come back to it, to reread, to see how you feel about it, does something feel off etc.

Personally, when it comes to attempts not to make characters ooc - I don't always notice HOW exactly I am doing it. But after thinking a little, I remembered that when I write what characters say or do I stop myself to play the scene in my head in order to answer the questions "would this character really react like that? Would they use such words? Did they in game? Was there any interaction in game that would prove that they have such trait as a part of their personality?" and stuff of such kind. Like, reflecting on the character and trying to imagine. Also being mindful of their abilities not to make them too strong or too weak.

Plus I really depend on the pace. If the character is calm and collected, like Diluc, Alhaitham, Ayato I am trying to keep it just as calm and smooth. When it's someone more emotional, like Kaeya or Kaveh, I'm trying to keep it more animated (if only the scene itself doesn't require the focus on a moment of tranquility). If the man is old, like, inhumanly old, like Pierro, Neuvillette, Zhongli, I try to use a more descriptive language to somehow show their different perspective on the world, especially, in comparison to humans. I don't know how to describe it better, because I do it intuitivily, just like with using English itself (it's not my native language).

Oh, by the way, be prepared to google! Probably a lot. Especially if you strike for accuracy.

Also remember that rewriting a scene you've already written, but didn't like - is not a bad thing!

Another thing - which is now really is personal and not everyone would agree with me - I do not make reader completely faceless. I look at the character and think of the realistic ways the two could've met and end up together. What traits could attract this character, what occupation reader could have that'd fit nicely and interestingly in the story (while avoiding the tropes i do not like - boss x employee, for example), how would they be like in a relationship, what details I could create just for the two of them to share in the everyday routine life and so on.

That's honestly all I could've thought of. Probably there is more, but I can't quite grasp it. I started writing years ago and I admit - my first works are CRINGE. So, I suppose, it's a matter of time and growing experience. Do not be afraid to start! With time you'll notice that you develop your own writing style - the way you like to describe things, the genre you prefer, the tropes that bring you joy, the scenarios you find most captivating. I am a firm believer in writing what brings you joy. And once you do, you'll find readers who share your ideas and then it'll be even easier to write, because you'll know that there are people, who support you.

Hope I helped at least a little bit ^^ Good luck in your beginnings, dear!

#✨asks

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itsclydebitches · 11 months

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I'm angry about Ted leaving to go back to Kansas but thinking about it, it is in character? Ted is not a person that would ask his ex wife and son to uproot their entire lives to go to London for him he is however, the type of person to put his own wishes and happiness on the back burner to make his loved ones happy. Also, realistically coaches usually don't stay coaches long, so it doesn't make since to ask his family to move to London when he might not have that job forever? So yeah Ted leaving sucks but it does make since if you think about it. Perhaps we will get a special with him coming back to Richmond one day? I can't wait for all the fix it's that are coming tho!

You and me both, anon!!! I fully plan to immerse myself in fic this weekend, as I know the speedy writers will have gotten at least some stuff up by then :D And I never thought about a special... Honestly, I've been praying for a Season Four after that ending (even though it would feel weird after the show "finished") but hell yeah, I'd take a short, canonical special to patch at least some of this up.

Regarding his characterization, I do think Ted has made great strides when it comes to speaking up for his own wants and needs. Just this season I'd point to things like his judicious use of the Diamond Dogs (turning to others for advice before making big decisions, something he notably didn't do with Kansas), his playful "You know how I feel about winning and losing, Trent" (acknowledging his newfound balance between striving for professional goals and people pleasing), and his entire speech to his mom, complete with cursing her out multiple times (recognizing when he hasn't been treated well and acknowledging that with full emotion behind it, rather than trying to bury it all behind a smile). I think that last one is nicely paralleled with what Beard and the others think is happening with Ted and Nate. Meaning, they believe Ted is once again burying his anger and feelings of betrayal, not realizing that he's already worked through his disappointment and come out on the side of forgiveness. The point though is that until Beard realizes that Nate is simply him X number of years ago -- a friend of Ted's who betrayed him and now needs a second chance -- he continually calls Ted out on (supposedly) burying those emotions and the need to acknowledge them.

All of which is to say that one of the (smaller) reasons why the Kansas ending hurts is because it does feel like Ted has gone backwards in terms of his growth... but I do get where you're coming from. 100%. Ted remains an incredibly self-sacrificial person, even after all the work he's done, so I think we could make a case for him being averse to putting Michelle and Henry out like that, or even putting them in the position of making a choice by saying, "I've decided to stay, you decide whether you'll move here or we'll keep this long distance." So yes, it's potentially in character for Ted -- or at least a Season One/Two version of Ted -- but that still leaves the rest of the cast OOC as a result. If Kansas was meant to stem from the flaw we've seen Ted embodying since day one -- AKA putting aside his own happiness to make it easier on someone else -- then EVERYONE should be calling him out on it. He has a support system now that is tailor-made to spot Ted's unique pitfalls and, like they've done in the past, gently and even not-so-gently correct him. If this was Ted's line of thinking, I would expect the writing to have him verbally acknowledge that at some point, leading to one of Rebecca's exclamations of "Bullshit!" Roy going, "That's fucking stupid." Beard muttering an "Oh my god" and looking like he's reading to kill him, a la the Paris assumption. Higgins shaking his head, Trent hesitantly raising a hand with a pointed correction, Keeley coming in with a bucket-load of concern, the team all sharing confused mutterings as they try to work through this ridiculous perspective, Ted's actual therapist getting to talk to him for the first time in an age and providing professional insight.

It might be in character for Ted to self-sacrifice like that, but it's out of character for everyone else to just let him do it. So we're left with this strange, dual reading of a) Ted is Totally Happy about going back to Kansas... he just doesn't look or sound or act like it. Funny that! or b) Ted is Very Unhappy about going back to Kansas and everyone around him (with the exception of Rebecca a bit) just shrugs and accepts that when they've never let Ted wallow in his self-damaging decisions before.

As for the other bit, I don't know anything about coaching, but I do know that Ted Lasso has played too fast and loose with those rules for it to really matter. I don't think we can argue for realism now when we started this whole story with a totally unqualified American football coach getting hired, the kitman is made a coach in like a year, Roy accepts his job by dramatically walking onto the pitch in the middle of a game... Even if coaches don't last very long irl, it's not like the show has ever adhered to such real world rules before, so there's no reason for them to start informing our reading of the story now.

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso spoilers #mymetas

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acosmicblizzard · 1 year

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Passive Playtime (Platonic oneshot with Memory & Anne)

Legit just made this because my partner kept booping memorys nose while waiting for a match together and gave me ideas.

Warnings: None

Story type: Fluff

Characters/pairings: Memory - “Little girl”, Anne - “Toy Merchant”

(possible ooc)

Toys were always a source of comfort to Anne, ever since she was a little girl she adored toys. They were there when the people you cared for and needed most weren't, you could depend on them for comfort. One of the sole purpose's of opening the toy shop in the first place was to create that comfort, not only a safe space for her, but hoping to create comfort for many other children who couldn't find it. When Anne and Memory first met most of the survivors were eating dinner. Memory was shy and didn't say much, though Annie wanted to get to know her better. She knew that Memory probably would rather keep to herself. But then she got an idea, noticing that plushie memory always kept with her she began thinking. If memory likes plushies, wouldn't she like toys? A smile came across Annes face as she went back to her room with a plan, it would be awhile until the matches for today started up, time to put her profession to use. Annie spent awhile trying to make the perfect toy, though she didn't know much about memory she had a array of toys and designs she could work off of and attempt to make something appealing to memory. Though plushies aren't Annes exact area of expertise she slightly knows how to make them. But it may take too long making plushies... Wait a minute. Dolls! Perfect! Annes face lit up with determination as she started working away. -- Anne spent the next few days working on a set of dolls, all with their own unique personalities, looks, and talents. Making each one with care and love put into it. She stepped back from the table she used to carve, paint, and make the dolls on. She couldn't be prouder, they turned out amazing! Now all she needs to do is give them too memory. Anne grabbed the 5 dolls and made her way towards memorys room. Knocking, Anne waited for the girl to open the door. Memory soon opened the door, confused on why Anne was here. "Miss Anne....? Is there anything wrong?" Memory questioned. "Not at all! I just came by to give you something!" Anne chirped happily and showed memory the 5 dolls. "I finished making these a few hours ago, I wanted to give you these. I know you'd probably prefer plushies, but i'm not exactly the best at making those." Memorys once confused face became shocked, and then she formed and very small smile as she reached to take the dolls from Anne. "T..Thank you.. Miss Annie.." Memory said as she held the dolls in one arm while holding her plushie in the other. Anne smiled, "Anytime dearie, I'm gonna head to bed now. Have fun playing with them!" -- A few days had passed since Anne had given memory those dolls. Memory had slowly been getting more comfortable around Anne and started sitting with her for breakfast, visiting her room to see the toys she was working on, and would very shyly ask Anne if she could make her more toys. After all the matches finished up for the day and Anne was ready to head back to her room she soon heard a familiar voice calling her name. "Miss Anne..?" Memory approached Anne looking like she wanted to ask a question. "What is it dear?" Anne smiled at the girl, "Would... would you like to play dolls with me?" Memory looked away slightly, seemingly embarrassed to ask this question. Anne's eyes lit up with delight, "Gladly! Which dolls do you wanna play with? Who do you wanna be?" Memory seemed shocked for a second expecting rejection Annie presumes, her shocked face was soon replaced with a smile. "I wanna be.. this one!" Memory said as she grabbed one of the dolls. Annie giggled, "Great choice!" Those two played away the night and eventually memory became tired and yawned. "Tired sugar? Let's get you to bed." Memory leaned into Annes arms as the woman picked her up, soon placing her down on her bed and tucking memory in. Soon memory settled into the bed, shifting around a bit to get comfortable and was out like a light. Anne softly smiled and kissed Memory on the forehead before turning out the lights and exiting her room, murmuring, "Goodnight sunshine."

#idv #identity v #identity v imagines #idv imagines #idv imagine #identity v imagine #idv oneshot #identity v oneshot #platonic idv #platonic #identity v platonic #idv little girl #identity v little girl #idv toy merchant #identity v toy merchant #idv memory #identity v memory #idv anne #identity v anne

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maravinc · 7 days

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"Veronica's" [part 5] (Epilogue)

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But first, I want to thank @clowny-rolls for the ideas, my two friends for their moral support and myself, for finally fulfilling my little dream after so much time - I wrote a full-fledged fanfiction.

Secondly, will there be a sequel? Perhaps, if I have the strength, time, my own desire and ideas for this. But for now, the "Book One" is officially completed.

Thirdly, is it possible to read this fanfiction somewhere else? Not yet, but I will try to make it more accessible as soon as possible.

Fourth, (for all the "especially knowledgeable"). Yes, it would probably be worth adding the OOC tag... But you know what? This is MY fanfiction. And it's up to me to decide what it's going to be like!)

And that's it. Enjoy.)~

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Many would say that "you can't build your own happiness on someone else's misfortune"...

Vinc absolutely does not agree with this well-established expression among the people. And not only because of the methods by which he got Nick, which, by the way, he was still unaware of, despite the fact that tomorrow the once-newborn cute lump turns exactly ten years old...

Someone could say that Vinc's main job is terrible, someone that his work is pleasing to God, someone would ask questions like "who in their right mind would agree to make a living from THIS"...

No, Vinc did not "trade his body", as one might think from the description but he would say that his profession is as old as this one...

Sticking a shovel into the ground, Vinc sighed wearily. It was going to be a long day today, the sun was slowly creeping across an almost cloudless, saturated blue sky like a cornflower, and only a rare light breeze diluted the approaching pre-storm heat.

Vinc looked up at the sky, trying to shield the screen from the blinding sun with his palm and calculating how much time had passed since he had just started digging this grave this morning.

Twitching because of a bird that suddenly chirped on a branch, Vinc straightened up and, wiping his hands from the still damp earth, took the phone out of the inner pocket of his black work cape.

Yes, you got it right. Vinc's main profession is a grave digger. The gravedigger-bureaucrat, to be precise.

And as already mentioned, Vinc absolutely does not agree with the phrase "you can't build your own happiness on someone else's misfortune", because it was other people's misfortunes that led to a fairly stable and good salary for Vinc, on which he quietly lived alone from the age of seven, and now he is also raising his son.

Speaking of him...

Vinc looked at the clock on his phone, mentally noting that it was time to wrap up and pick Nick up from school.

After finishing his work for today, Vinc put his phone in his pants pocket and pulled his favorite shovel out of the mountain of freshly dug earth next to the ready-made grave for some guy's funeral, which was scheduled for the end of this week.

This morning was the most ordinary: Vinc woke up, cooked breakfast for two, woke Nick up, then there was breakfast and a stop at school on the way to the workplace, a cup of coffee and chat with a couple of colleagues who were not particularly sociable like himself, sorting out documents and, finally, digging graves for the deceased.

Entering his room in a small one-story building built near the church of St. Veronica, Vinc took off his soiled cape and threw it on a chair that smelled of damp earth for a long time, and an old shovel took its usual place in the corner of the room near the closet. After that, Vinc quickly washed his hands and wiped his monitor in the employee restroom.

After closing the office and deciding not to put on his jacket, Vinc slung it over his forearm, pulling the car keys out of his pocket.

Not that he really needed her, but he wanted to make the journey from home to work/school and back pleasant (as well as find a reason not to show up at work right away, he-he).

No more than 10 minutes later, a well-restored manually (to the best of Vinc's knowledge and abilities) blue-purple 1970 Ford Mustang Boss 302 stopped again at the main entrance of the city school. Clearly waiting for his dad's arrival, still nine-year-old Nick said goodbye to the fox cub boy, who continued to wait for his parents, and almost ran towards the car, smiling at the whole screen.

- I see someone in a good mood! So how did it go, kid?

- Great! Lily, Lini and Jack promised to come tomorrow! - Nick happily shared the news.

- I told you, now sit down, we need to go to the store for sweets for tomorrow... Oh, yes, since you're a birthday boy, you can choose WHATEVER you want, I'll let you.

- CAKE! - Nick exclaimed.

- Okie, but you'd better buckle up now. - Vinc said, adjusting the mirror.

- Yeah.

After that, the car drove off in the direction of the hypermarket.

After about half an hour of walking between the rows of sweets and decorations, Vinc felt uncomfortable, as if someone was staring at him, but sitting in the shopping cart, Nick didn't seem to feel anything...

Vinc decided to leave the store as soon as possible, which is why the last items on the shopping list were collected less than in five minutes.

After returning home, the rest of the evening spent making small preparations for tomorrow passed more calmly...

On Nick's birthday, both he and Vinc took the day off, as did three of Nick's friends with their parents, with whom Vinc communicated only because of his son, as well as all the employees of cafe "Veronica's", reserved for the whole day.

The party was wonderful, as if by notes: the children are happy, the parents are rested, and everyone is already leaving, but Vinc is restless again... This time, Zel was there, who had known him the longest.

- Hey, how are you, Vinc? Everything okay?

- Y-yes, it's all right... - Vinc said, looking up from the surface of the punch in his paper cup.

- You know that I know when you're lying, right..? - said Zel, clearly unhappy with this answer.

- Eh... Here's the thing, yesterday I had the feeling that someone was watching me, and now it's back, and I don't understand why...

- Maybe it's because for a whole month the shadows of Wendi have been on duty near my cafe, scaring my visitors and employees?

- What?!! Why didn't you tell me?!

- Because you've only been here twice in the whole month, and then you ran home every time. - Zel sighed. - ...Look, I don't know what he wants here, but can you ask? And if anything, just teleport Wendi a few kilometers above some canyon...

- Tsk, okay. Keep an eye on Nick for now.

- Ok. - Zel replied, turning around and heading towards the birthday boy.

- Hey! Hey, you! What does your master need that you've been stuck here for a month?! - Vinc said, looking displeased at a couple of shadows hiding behind the trunks of trees nearby.

- Not to him. He doesn't need anything, but he asked us to tell you that Mr. Michael wanted to talk to you in private.

- Here's another! Go back to your place and tell your "master" that if Michael has made his choice in favor of another one, then let him have the conscience to stay with him, and let him no longer get into my life in any of the options!

After such a short conversation, a couple of shadows began to disappear, but before finally disappearing they heard a warning for themselves: "And never come back!"

The evening walk in the park began as calmly as yesterday evening had passed.

But did anyone promise that it would continue the same way..?

- Oh, hello! Who are you? You look like me! Cool! - Nick exclaimed, which caused Vinc to abruptly interrupt the conversation with Zel, and they both looked towards the already ten-year-old child. But when they saw the reason for this phrase, they immediately rushed towards the two tv-heads who had just begun their conversation...

A son and his second father.

In less than a second, Zel yanked by the scruff of the neck and hugged Nick to her, while Vinc teleported right between them and in one fell swoop slammed Michael's back against a tree, which caused Mike to also hit the back of his head, slightly glitching.

- WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING. HERE. - an angry Vinc gritted through his teeth, holding Michael by the collar of jacket and dangerously swinging his forked tail, striking sparks. Nick definitely inherited that part from him.

- I c-came to mak-ke an ag-greement... - It seems that Vinc performed the task of catching by surprise and scaring perfectly.

- Oh, is it true? And about what?! - Michael looked at the equally terrified Nick in the arms of Zel, who was holding her ears back warily.

Vinc turned his head in the direction of his child, giving Zel a look to take him away. Fortunately, she never had to be told twice.

When Zel and Nick were out of sight, Vinc released Michael, crossing his arms over his chest. Although the tail was still swinging discontentedly from side to side while Mike cleared his throat.

- Well? Are you going to keep quiet?! - It was absolutely possible to say that Vinc's patience was running out...

- So... is it... true? Is... this... child... mine? - Michael said between breaths, barely recovering from the shock.

- No. He is mine. But you're partly right – he was conceived from you.

- Why...

- Why didn't I say? Isn't that obvious? You already had a partner. I was just sensible enough not to bother you so much.

- But I had the right to know! I could be with you, and we could raise him together! - Mike exclaimed, catching his breath. - I remember how you asked me then: to be only with you...

- Oh, really? Then answer my question: if you remembered THAT night yourself, then what did you do, despite all the circumstances, that I was forced to cut you out of our lives?!

- ...

- Well! Answer me! - Vinc shouted while tears welled up in his eyes, even if he was trying to restrain himself not only in terms of anger all this time. - What did you do, even knowing the consequences!?!

- ...I... - Mike began, reaching out to the left edge of the Vinc monitor to wipe away the tear that had rolled down with his thumb, but not only...

- ...I marked you. - Mike said, pushing back the collar of sweater and revealing to the light of the street lamp the mark of his own teeth on Vinc's neck, left exactly ten years and nine months ago...

Vinc's legs gave way treacherously, causing him to fall to his knees, no longer able to hold back tears.

Michael sat down on the asphalt next to him, hugging him.

- S-sor-ry-y... - Vinc spoke through crying, responding to hugs. -...I-I s-shoul-ld h-hav-ve t-tol-ld y-you-u ev-veryt-thin-ng....

- ...Hey, no. I'm sorry... that I wasn't there for you... during your pregnancy... or until now.... I'm sorry if you thought I'd be a bad father or partner, but if you... no... If you BOTH give me a chance, I will do everything in my power to prove otherwise... Please, just give an idiot like me a second chance... Please... Let's try again... I... I love you... Please...

The mental dam that Vinc had been building so carefully all this time so as not to drown his own child and friends in his despair finally cracked, and Vinc sobbed with renewed vigor.

- I... I l-love y-you-u t-too-o! - Vinc replied, hugging Michael tighter and continuing to sob when Michael pulled away only to finally kiss him.

- Dad! Dad, are you okay? - it seems that Zel did not go far after all, since Nick, who had escaped from her grasp, was already running towards his no longer the only parent.

- Y-yes, honey, it's okay. - Vinc said, forcibly breaking off the long-awaited kiss, wiping his monitor with the sleeve of his sweater and opening his arms to his frightened child to comfort him.

- I'm sorry, I tried to hold him back, but he's too dodgy... - a breathless Zel apologized as she approached the reunited family.

- It's okay, we've probably figured it out anyway... - Vinc replied, shifting his doubtful gaze to Michael. - I'm sorry for this moment of weakness... But if you only said that to calm me down or appease me, then, firstly, thank you, and secondly... I want you to know that I'm still not going to force or oblige you to anything, so if you want, you can go back to your place. I won't hold you...

- Do you want me to leave and leave my family again? No way! And this is my conscious choice! - Michael replied, pulling Vinc around his waist.

- Um... Dad? So, who is it? - Nick asked uncertainly.

- This? Heh... - Vinc began, making his son comfortable on his lap. - Nick, this is your...

- Hello, Nick. My name is Michael, I'm your second father. - Mike held out his hand to his son. Nick shook it warily in return. - I understand that we didn't know each other at all until this moment, but I promise you and your dad that I will love and take care of both of you, and I will never leave you.

- I don't want to break this very touching moment, but maybe you can continue at home... at one of you at home, not in the middle of the park, sitting right on the road! - finally, Zel gave signs that she was actually still here.

- Your truth, Miss Zel. Let's go home.

- To YOUR home? Nah, not today. This day is not over yet!

- Yeah! There's still a marathon of movies left! - Nick exclaimed, jumping to his feet, while Mike, who had already risen from the ground, offered Vinc his hand.

- I'll take him to your car. - Zel said, heading after the boy who was already running away.

- Listen... - Vinc began. - I still don't really understand why did you choose... me... after all these years?

- Because I chose to be with you, I chose to love you and our son, and I'm sorry if you still think that the relationship with my BUSINESS partner was more than just business...

- I'm sorry... - Vinc said, pressing his face against Michael's shoulder. - ...I'm such an idiot...

- No, I'm sorry. - Michael said, hugging and patting him on the back. - It should have been clarified right away that it was only a job. But... In any case, you weren't the only one who was thinking of killing him...

Vinc pulled away and looked at Michael in fright.

- Although you'll have to bury him anyway.

- So that's who the "no name" is who ordered the funeral... Asshole. - Vinc snorted, again burying the screen in his beloved's shoulder.

- Maybe, but I'm YOUR favorite asshole.

- HEY, LOVEBIRDS, ARE YOU GOING HOME OR WHAT?!? - Zel shouted from the parking lot at the entrance to the park.

- Well, shall we go, mommy? - Mike joked.

- If you call me that again, I'll hit you. - Vinc warned, pulling away and taking Michael's outstretched hand, resting his head on his already familiar shoulder.

And finally, they left the park together.

It seems that one ten-year-old boy really had the "the happiest day" today.

Happy ending.

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eluvion · 8 months

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for the fic writer ask game: 3, 16, 23, 74, 76 (for hope is our four-letter word)? i hope that's not too many lol

love your writing! wishing you joy <3

hi!! this took like a million years so apologies on that!! ive been packing for and moving into college the past few days so i was a little busy but!!!! tysm for the ask love!!!! this did end up like mega long so i put my answers under the cut

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

usually, my fics really start as disconnected snippets in my notes app. i usually sort the notes by fandom, and at some point the snippets kind of amalgamate into something more tangible. then it gets shipped off into a google doc where i basically just work at it (on my computer or my phone) until i have a full fic/chapter. i usually write more emotional scenes on my phone, and it's just a Thing to do in between Real Life Things. then!! once im finished writing i read it over a billion times, read through the dialogue out loud to make sure it sounds natural, and then ask my beta (my beloved @izarie) to edit through. and then after THAT i post it!!

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

right now, i have two main ones that are just sort of revolving around my brain. there's my flinch from roy's pov ted lasso fic, because that made fic me so so sooo insane and sometimes i just cant stop thinking abt scenes where jamie is super inside his own head and what roy is Thinking Abt during that time. here's a bit of that:

Roy wonders, not for the first time, how he kicked Jamie out at the beginning of all this. Jamie had that look on his face—even while he was making Jamie-like complaints and giving Roy shit—like he was going to cry. And Roy just threw his clothes back and forced him to call an Uber and watched him slump around himself from the window. Roy knows better than that. He was raised better than that. So okay. Maybe Roy gets it, in that context. Jamie holds onto shit that hurts him on the off chance that it will hold him close. And as much as he fucking despises it, that puts him and James Tartt in the same category, that place in Jamie’s head where he keeps the people that could help but choose not to. Roy really doesn’t want to know how many people are in that box.

and a succession post-canon roman-centric fic! it will be like. a little bit ooc just by virtue of having a nice(r) ending because that's how succession Is but you know. this is what i call healing. here's a bit of that:

Kendall’s all teeth. “Fuck you. You're not better. You’ve—you’ve fucking imploded everything you’ve ever done.” “Yeah, ‘cause you're the fuckin’ picture of a success story.” Roman sinks deeper into his seat. Leans into the car window. “Real wolf of fucking Wall Street, getting fucked out of Daddy’s company because you couldn’t play act a real CEO.” Kendall’s hands twitch. Roman smiles. “What are you gonna do? Hit me about it?”

and also like. forever in my brain is the elektra greek tragedy fic in which i have feelings abt my doomed by the narrative failwife <333

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

i think it was ve schwab who gave the metaphor of a creative well, and that for as much Stuff (art, music, podcasts books, ect) you put in, you get more out. i try to keep my media diet fairly diverse (not just kids shows or serialized tv or classic books, but more of a combination of it all. it really forces me to like. have to break barriers in my mind, as well as like!! keeping audience and tone and all that in my mind while i read/watch/listen.

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

it's hard for me to really place any of the hallmarks of my writing that are super super distinct but!! Time Things are my big tell. ive pretty much always been obsessed with time and like these days there isnt a fic im writing without a big Looking Back component to it. salt pillars and vonnegut and orpheus and lot's wife. iykyk <33

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of hope is our four-letter word?

i actually do have an extras doc!! it has some yosano and dazai hurt/comfort that i tried v hard to fit into the fic but just didnt fit into the narrative i was telling. here's a snippet of that (usual warnings for dazai-typical suicide attempts):

It’s Yosano that finds him, shivering in the crimson water, watching the blood seep out from his arms. Yosano opens the door, and she’s more calm than she usually is. She’s a good doctor, infinitely better than Mori, and she knows how much her usual bedside manner would send him spiraling. She eases him out of the water quietly, and gives him a towel. “Dazai,” she says, stitching the cuts lining his arms. “It wouldn’t have killed me,” he says. “It just nicked a vein.” She wipes the blood and water away and begins wrapping his usual bandages around his arms. There’s something cold and horrible in him, spreading from his stomach to his bones to every inch of his skin. He wants to rip it all apart, until that emptiness is torn bloody from the rest of him, and that thing, that pain made from scalpel edges and sharper smiles, with all its hooks and too-sweet whispers, to be burned from him, even if it means dying. Especially if it means dying. Yosano scowls. “Not yet. Dazai…” She doesn’t call him by his first name, because the first time she tried that, when he was in high school and just out of court, he had run, hearing what he always heard at the sound of his first name. Yosano is smart; she learns quickly, and she had found him huddled on a roof and smiled crookedly, offering a hand.

there was also a chuuya and dazai hurt/comfort scene, kind of loosely based off of the scene intimitopia wrote in the light that the fire would bring chapter 5 where dazai has a panic attack (unintentionally) triggered by poe describing a bloody scene. this is before chuuya and dazai are really close, but chuuya sees dazai leave the room and follows him to the bathroom "to give him back his bag". it was also just one of those scenes that didnt have a place in the final cut and kind of opened a plotline that distracted from the main ones. it also felt a bit too plagiarismy to nick the concept straight from someone else's fic, especially someone in the fandom that i really admire.

i also found this snippet in the extras doc, which i think?? i was going to end with but i couldnt find a natural way to put it in:

“It will get better,” Chuuya decides on, and even though it’s the truth, it’s a shitty truth. He knows how much he hated it when he was a teenager, his whole life in a bag as he traveled from house to house to home. He says it anyway, because there really isn’t anything else he can say, and even if it’s hackneyed, it’s something. “It won’t,” Dazai says predictably. “It doesn’t.” “I didn’t say good,” Chuuya says. “Maybe it’ll never be good. It happens. But it’ll get better.” Dazai sounds doubtful. “It’ll get worse, too.” “Yeah,” Chuuya says, and he reaches for Dazai’s hand, “but that’s when you hold onto the better moments.” Dazai’s hand is always cold, like a reptile, a snake that stayed out of its burrow in the winter and turned icy. Chuuya lets his body heat warm Dazai’s hand, lets it twitch back to something resembling life. “This is a better moment,” Dazai whispers, and Chuuya isn’t sure if he even meant to say it. Chuuya squeezes Dazai’s hand. “It is.”

i never did get to writing it, and by design the fic doesnt include dazai's backstory. it's a combination of him not being in a place where he wants to tell it to anyone, chuuya not wanting to have to be the person to ask, and yosano and ranpo both knowing that it's not their story to tell. the basics are that dazai was carted around as a half-hostage half-protege of mori's through his childhood. mori was a fairly well known serial killer at the time, and, similar to canon, oda is in the crime world but starting to get out of it. he becomes a very bright spot in dazai's life, being the one person that cared about dazai (in a non-fucked up manipulative way). ango was undercover and ranpo was one of the detectives working the case to get dazai out and mori behind bars. they do eventually, but like canon, not without oda dying. yosano, having been under mori's control in a similar way some years ago, helps them find dazai and eventually legally adopts him. they have their growing pains, and dazai basically becomes a shut-in all throughout high school, but that gets him to where he is at the time of the fic.

i doooo have like. specific ages written down for all of these events somewhere (probably in a notebook) but i dont really remember where

#conversationing #anonymous #ask games #yes im aware i rbed the ask game thing weeks ago shhhh #tumblr games

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clarissalance · 3 years

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Who has the upper hand?

Pairing: Kaeya x G/N!Reader, mention of Varka and Diluc.

Warning: Slight swearing, Kaeya is a lil shit, reader being stubborn and scheming, immense tension

Summary: You’re so terrible at swordsmanship that you can’t withstand 2 strikes from Kaeya or, are you?

Word count: 3k5

Disclaimer: What is written in here is based on my imagination, nothing from this fic should be taken seriously. Most of the fact I put in this fic does not follow the lore of the game so it should only be taken as a grain of salt. For example: section 8 in Knight of Favonius codebook.

A/N: I struggle so much when I wrote this piece. This was suppose to be angstier but I tone down a little bit (because Kaeya was very OOC in my draft, I think he’s still a bit OOC in this fic but I tried my best ;-;, pls don’t bite me.)

How did author write a 50k+ oneshot? I can’t write something more than 5k properly ;-; Anyhow, please enjoy this fic. I’m going to have a good rest for 2 weeks before release a comeback. Please shower Kaeya and our new MC with a lot of loves!!!!

As a strategist of the knight of Favonius, you don't usually have enough time to finish the towers of reports, the never-ending meetings and dealing with cheap tricks Fatui diplomats. Often, you have to skip your daily sword training session, which results in a rather miserable situation. The whole practice ground is staring holes at your defeated posture. You are sitting on the hard soil ground, and the Calvary captain is towering you, his sharp blade just a few inches away from your throat.

It is not a strange scene for any knights to lose a spar against the Calvary captain, he should be one with the best swordsmanship after Grand Master, and maybe Acting-Grand Master, too. However, as knight, they can usually withstand him at least more than 2 blows.

Whispers and talks start to circulate around as soon as you stepped your foot in the training ground. It’s very uncommon to see people from that department wandering around this area. The strategy department is famous inside the Knight of Favonius to be the weakling-cunning-mouthy-jerks, who always find excuses after excuses to skip the monthly knight evaluation.

So, who gives them the right to be exempt from the test? Of course, it’s from the ultimate high chief of strategy department. Rumours say before the strategy chief works for the Favonius knight, the man was once a legendary attorney. That person can flip words from black to white, turns the defendant from guilty to innocent. With a profound convincing skillset coming from the chief, persuading the Grand Master Varka is easy as a piece of cake. The whole department of 10 people is easily off-hook for 3 years, never participate in the monthly evaluation before the man suddenly dropped the bomb 2 days ago.

“ I’m tired from coming with excuses to cover for your lazy asses.” The man waved his hand, his eyes staring outside the window. His nails scratching the messy shaved chin.“ Varka seems to get used to navigating my thoughts-”

“Maybe time is wearing away your skill-” At the corner, someone accidentally blurted out, and the whole table gave him a sharp look. Did he have a death wish or something? If so, everyone here can happily dig him a hole, free charge for the coffin.

The chief cleared his voice again, blue eyes melancholy drifted to the table. “So, you guys have tried your best on this monthly evaluation. I hope to see you all again next month.”

The meeting was dismissed afterwards, and everything spiralled into chaos. The whole department hasn’t touched anything aside from the parchment papers and the quills in the last 3 years. How are they going to master the swordman-ship in 2 weeks?

But, the worst thing is,

Your well-respected, talented, and tactful chief has run away.

The next morning, you received the news that a foxy old man is on a business trip to Fontaine with the Grand Master. The expedition is 2 weeks long.

You should have known what he meant when the deceitful man ambiguously ended his sentence like that. Nothing goes well when the chief said: ‘Farewell, my comrades’.

For the last 2 days, you have been starting to familiarize yourself again with how to hold a sword and how to swing the sword.

As you trail along with the long-forgotten memories, trying to look through the familiar feeling when swinging the sword, you hear footsteps coming in your direction. It is familiar, with the way the person is walking, the beat, the sudden burst of noise in the air, you can only conclude it’s the Calvary Captain. The practice ground seems livelier as soon as the man steps inside, people rushing to his side to give their greetings. Maybe today is one of his practice days.

“ Never thought I would see you here.” The young man calls out, successfully jostle you up from your thoughts. You give him a complex look and turn away, focusing on the tattered dummies. Your wrist is screaming in protest, legs wobbling. You remember those golden days when you were young when you were flexible, and your bones didn't crack as much. Oh, where the golden days have gone?

“What do I own the honour of seeing you here, captain?” You fold your arm defensively, voice monotonously. Kaeya despites the most when you start talking in an emotionless tone. Oh, how you love riling him up in the middle of the practice ground!

“ I come here for my weekly practice, but-” He shrugs, eyes glinting with mischief. “ look like the rumour about the abolishment of special permission for the strategy department is true.”

So he has heard the rumours. You roll your eyes, face blanks. You know Kaeya has his own way to obtain his information, but you never thought it’d be this fast. Words don’t easily leak from the strategy department.

“What do you need? Make it short, so I can practice for the upcoming evaluation.” Tired of his long introduction, you ask him directly. If you are going to ignore him any longer, the man will continue poking you.

Starting an argument only wastes your time, and asserting dominance in the middle of the training ground won’t boost your ego. You’re a strategist, your weapons are detailed plans and sharp word, not sword and bow. Showing off your strength in front of those ruthless knights don't improve your relationship with them.

“ Straight the point eh?” You give him an impatiently look, tempting to ignore him again before he flashes you a smug grin. “How bout sparing with me?”

The whole training ground falls in silence, and you direct at the captain a confusing look. Is he serious? No one in the knight except the Grand Master can go against him, not to mention someone who hasn’t touched a sword for three years.

“I can help you with your training, and you can help with mine” Kaeya speaks with utmost confidence that you almost nod and agree. That man is really deceitful, he knows how well your skill has gone dull, yet he still wants to practice with you? What is this man plotting?

“ Do you realize how absurd your offer is? ” You give him a complicated gaze, voice unwavering. Everyone takes in a deep breath, tension crackling. It's not everyday scenery you often encounter. A heated argument between the mischievous cavalry captain and the tactful strategist. Nosy people gather around the pair, internally hoping for the war the breaks out.

“ You know well that I can’t properly block your first strike.” Light-hearted, you joke, but there is no hint of amusement in your voice. Sharpe eyes glaring at the blue figure, you notice the man remains unfazed.

" Shouldn't you choose a more competent opponent?"

The sound whispers and talking about the reasons why Kaeya picked such an easy opponent start to circulate, and you can’t help to curl your lips up. Within a few seconds, you have effortlessly turned the gossiping direction toward your desired path. Flashing Kaeya a victorious grin, you tap your foot impatiently, waiting for his reaction.

You should have worked at PR damage control or marketing instead! The diplomat would have been fine too! At least, you wouldn’t need to practice swordman-ship.

As you mulling on your terrible choice of career, a chill runs down your spine. Tilting up, Kaeya is beaming sweetly at you, the frost slowly creeping up and nipping your shoes. Look like you just pressed the wrong button.

The man narrows his eyes, and you gulp nervously, avoiding his calculating gaze. Kaeya chuckles, his voice laced with worry, wavering and hurtful.

“I just want to help you improve as fast as possible. The test is coming in two weeks isn't it?”

The whole table has turned, and people start to say how considerate and thoughtful the cavalry captain is. The crowd starts to criticize you and tell you to be more grateful and stop suspicious of his unconditional help. Oh, you wish he wasting it on you, many knights in this training ground would love getting advice and improvements from him.

Applause for our dear Calvary captain, smoothly seeking empathy from the crowd and turning the favour back to him. No wonder how fast he climbed up the rank.

Bantering and arguing with a person like him is meaningless, so you accept his offer and drag your sword toward his direction. Let finish this within 2 strikes.

Moving to the centre of the field, both of you face each other, his eyes scanning you sceptically. What is this man plotting again? Bowing, you finally give him a warning look before standing at your ready position. Kaeya holds his sword, analyzing your starting posture.

As soon as the whistle blows, you charge at the man, opening the spar with a direct hit. Kaeya quickly raises his word up to block the first blow, the sound of steel clashing loudly. He then forcefully diverts the sword to the left, a classic way to counter the strike.

Knowing your limited strength against him, you take a step back and swiftly angle the blade downward, aiming for a weak spot at his waist. This move would create a noticeable weakness on your right, and only the idiot doesn't use this as his advantage to disarm you.

You’re right, he uses the loophole you planned, successfully disarm you within 2 strikes. The sword slips from your hand clanging loudly behind as your foot slips and fall on the ground.

His sharp blade is just a few inches away from your neck. The calvary captain wears a solemn look, his cerulean eyes imbued with irritation. Seems like he figures out you purposefully planed to end the match in 2 strikes.

Quickly raising your hand in defeat, you shoot him a taunting grin. The referee declares Kaeya is the winner, and people start to clap and cheer loudly, but overall no one is surprised. As the match end, audiences start to disperse, return back to their tasks.

Kaeya put his sword away and offers you his hand. You stare idly at the gloved hand a moment before putting yours on. The man effortlessly pulls you up, your body flush against his. With Kaeya so close to you, your first reaction is to push the man away, but his firm grip says otherwise. He inches closer, dark blue locks brush your cheek, tall figure towering you intimidating.

“Why end it so early?” He leans down and whispers, your body tenses up visibly. “Surely, you could handle more than 2 strikes of mine.” The young man in blue hums, his voice sultry.

“ What are you saying? I haven’t touched the sword more than 3 years.” You remind him, hands pushing his chest away, trying to create some distance. The man doesn’t budge an inch.

“Your strikes doesn’t say so. The first strike was not bad.” Noticing your effort to push him away, Kaeya stands straight, heels dig into the ground. His lips curl up at the helplessness flashing in your eyes. He loves seeing you struggle, seeing how anxiety and desperation rising in your sparkling orbs. “I think you could at least have a decent fight with me.”

“ Quit spouting non-sense Kaeya, let me go. We are in public.” You let out an annoyed hiss, punching his toned chest. He still wears the uniform improperly like that, the exposed tan chest can be under many layers. Sometimes you don't even know the reason why doesn't he just button the shirt up properly. Finger grazing at the bared skin on his chest, you turn your head away, cheeks heat up.

The man loves seeing you squirming in his trap, and you’re not going to let him see that. Anything, but satisfying his masochist hobby.

“You don’t like skin-ship?” The man fakes a gasp, his orb sparkles with mirth. “But you were being touchy with your friend. Why can't we be a bit touchy? ” His tone suggestively, the tall man snickers at your blushing mess. Out of everything, why would he mention that? You give him stinky eyes, brows furrow deeply.

“I’m not touchy with you.” You deny dreadfully. Archon, how long have you wasted your time here with this slithering serpent?

Kaeya arms wrap tightly around you, your body moulds perfectly into his embrace. You hate how perfectly you fit into his hug like this, but you can’t deny how warm he is, despite the fact he wields cryo.

“ When will you let me go?” Your voice starts to grow weak, dragging slightly in discomfort. Kaeya curiously looks down, noticing your pouting. Sensing his gaze, you turn your head away but his fingers have quickly grabbed your cheek, forcing you to look at his deep blue eye.

“Give me a kiss, then I'd let you go.” His voice serious, but what he just said is not. You look at the cryo wielder horrendously, mouth gaping. His face is composed and relax, like what he just ask is like asking about the weather, asking about your health, not for a kiss. Is he being serious? What in the world did he just ask? A kiss? Excuse me, a what?

“You...you are not being serious.” You wriggle your way out, escaping from his fingers, but his embrace tightens, caging you inside. Damn it, Kaeya. He’s messing with you.

When you flash him a furious look, the man shrugs nonchalantly, his cerulean lock fluttering gently in the wind. Suddenly, you have an urge to wipe off that calm demeanour. He can’t be serious. Why does he have to go all the way to annoy the shit out of you?

The smug grin hanging on his face, the mischief in his blue eyes, the arching brows, everything about him screams a flirt, yet you feel so mesmerized. Blinking a few times, you have to constantly remind yourself this man is not trustworthy. From the attitude to the way he looks at you, to the way he acts around you. Nothing from his action is truthful. Like Diluc’s warning, you can only believe half of his word and action.

“ Of course I’m being serious.” His voice solemn, but you can see the amusement in his eyes. If he doesn’t like you, why would he spend so much effort bothering you this much? What reaction is he expecting from you?

“ I really like you, Y/N” Kaeya confesses cheerfully, and you can faintly hear a few gasps around. Not this again...

Archon, you’re going to die early at this rate. You just want to practice for the upcoming evaluation, not becoming a hot topic for all Mondstadt citizen to gossip about.

And this man too, how can he easily slip out those words when you just heard him flirting with another woman the other day? You already told him numerous times that you’re not interested in dating him, or anyone right now!

Hung your head down in exhaustion, you tap his shoulder, mumbling quietly. “ Fine, fine.” You finally open your mouth, too exhausted and bothered by his stubbornness. He only wants a kiss, and you won’t hurt giving him one. Just a kiss then you can get back to your practice.

“Just don’t confess your love to me in a crowd like this again.” Before closing the deal, you weakly add a bargain, nudging him.

The calvary captain looks surprised, his eye widens little, not expecting you to agree. Normally, it takes another argument or two before you comply with his request. Kaeya timidly raises his gloved hand to your face, gently caresses your cheek. This time, you lean into his touch, nuzzling your face into his palm, eyes glimmering softly. Despite a cryo wielder, his hand is surprisingly warm.

The man in blue curiously peeks at you, he feels like a feather tickling the itchy spot. Are you plotting an escape route? Since when did you become so obedient? He has never seen the soft fur under the spiky façade you set up to face with the world, but strangely, he likes this version of you more.

Noticing his relaxed stance, you carefully gently wrap your fingers around his wrist while keeping eye contact with him. Kaeya eye widens, startles at your sudden touching. Trying your best to not break the unspoken connection, you bring his hand away from your cheek. In those cerulean eyes, you see a hint of disappointment, but it quickly dissolves. Slowly, you draw closer toward the hand hanging in the air, lips fluttering on the smooth skin on his wrist.

The calvary captain instinctively moves back, trying to escape from your sudden contact. Ironic, he is the one who innates the hug and demands a kiss from you. Tightening your grip, you press your wet lips on the exposed part of his wrist dedicatedly while maintaining eye contact with him, eyes drown with submission.

Kaeya stares at you in awe, maybe not expecting the passionate look in your eyes. His azure eye fills with mischief, now replaces with confusion and hesitation. You notice how his ears have dusted with pink despite the winds blowing in the practice ground. The man avoids your eyes, flustering.

Whispers and gasps start to remind you of the crushing reality, so you let his hand down while grinning cheekily at the cryo wielder. Poking and breaking Kaeya meticulously façade is always something you want to try. The man is a living devil, so it’s extremely unusual to see him losing his composure.

Sneakily, you untangle his other arm wrapping around your waist, plotting an escape route.

However, Barbatos doesn’t let you slip away that easily. Quickly regaining his composure, Kaeya snakes his hand around your hip again, tightening his hold. Unlike the first time, the sneaky bastard lifts you up and has the audacity to throw your body on his shoulder, carry you like a sack.

“ Yah! What are you doing?” You exclaim, fluster at his sudden antic. Kicking and punching on his shoulder, you try as many as you can, but somehow, Kaeya manages to dodge all of them.

“ You said you will let me go when I give you a kiss!” The crowd uproars, stares and gossips poke pointedly at your back. You don’t want to hear those comments from those knights again. They're not going to let this live down, aren't they? Bury your face in the Kaeya's furry collar, you let out a frustrating sigh, punching his shoulder as hard as you can.

“ You give me a kiss on my wrist. That doesn’t count.” Kaeya nonchalantly strides away from the practice ground, unfazed by your attempt to escape. This man is a beast, how can he not budge an inch with all of your kickings on his shoulder?

“ You didn’t specify the place. A kiss is a kiss!” You emphasize, and you can feel his shoulder shaking. Is he laughing? “You didn’t keep your promise.” Fuels by the rising anger, you kick your leg aggressively, struggling to free yourself from the iron-clad grip. This time, his strong arm wraps around your calves like a chain.

As soon as you raise your head up, the familiar pathway hits your memories. Shit, he is heading toward the headquarter, likely to his office. You can’t let anyone in there see you in this state. Punching his back profusely, you shot back.

“Not fulfilling the contract is breaking the Knight of Favonius's code of cond-.” Before you can finish your sentence, the man smacks your calves loudly, successfully shutting your mouth. Speechless by his sudden punishment, you let out a disbelief breath.

“ There are no such a section states about fulfilling contract inside the code of conduct, so stop making the rule up.” Kaeya smugly grins, and you can already picture his blue eyes glinting with mischief, the signature shit-eating grin on his handsome face.

" There is, it's in section eight-" Before you can finish your sentence, Kaeya cuts in, waving his hand dismissively.

" Section eight is about interaction with your co-worker, there is none about keeping contracts." The calvary captain humming, trying to recalling the content of the book. Speechless by the detailed memories of his, you can only close your mouth, quietly waiting for him to drop you down. If you stay still on his shoulder, will he let you go?

" You know, not everyone reads and memories the knight of Favonius handbook, you are just unlucky that I know the book by heart." Seeing you deflate weakly on his shoulder, Kaeya lets out a chuckle, patting your head comforting.

Before heading inside the HQ, the man doesn't drop your down but leans in closely, his whisper tickling your ear. “But at least I had fun seeing you squirming in my grasp.”

And then it hits you, the bastard purposely falls for of your antic.

#kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #kaeya x reader #no beta we kayak like tim #genshin impact #clarissalance #who has the upper hand ?#argument #fluff #tension #smart reader #strategist #genshin varka #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc

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Certified Illusionist (Shigaraki Tomura) - Oneshot

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura/Reader

Summary: Shigaraki doesn't trust many, except those closest to him. It just so happens to be that he finds himself sleeping next to you every night, his certified illusionist.

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW content (after the second half, first half is fluff and can be read as a oneshot)

Notes: I used to dislike this crusty ass man, but he warmed up to me and now here I am, writing fucking fanfic about him after a one year break. I wonder what this says about me. Also, I'm not very good at writing smut. But it is what it is. I finished writing this at 5 AM, so sorry if it's a bit ooc sometimes. Do let me know what you think!

I don't take requests.

Dabi met your eyes, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his lids droopy. To any other person, his aquamarine blue eyes would have given noting away. You knew better, which is why Shigaraki quickly told everyone do disperse with a snap of his fingers.

Dabi was exhausted. You all were, but when he started subconsciously communicating it, you knew you were in real deep shit. That man never admitted to exhaustion, to defeat. Neither would Shigaraki, but because of his role as leader, he had to find excuses in the rest of you to rest.

Twice reversed his quirk, and a sickening feeling settled in your stomach as your doppelganger turned into a puddle of gunk before Gigantomachia could do it himself. Your eyes opened and you were back at the edge of the forest, where an impatient Toga was awaiting you with shining eyes.

"You look so cute when you're all beat up," she said, holding her reddened cheeks in her hands.

"Thanks, Toga," you replied sweetly. You weren't sure if she had a crush on you, but you knew what she was like and that it was better to let her be. Who were you to judge her of all people anyway?

"Did it work? You're a bunch of losers!" Twice exclaimed, quickly jogging up to you.

You shook your head. "If anything, we've made him even more upset."

"Upset? You say it as if it's a child," Dabi commented, rolling his eyes.

"Maybe it is. You've seen the way he responded to One For All's voice. It's like a child seeking out their father."

He remained silent at that.

To your left, Shigaraki emerged from behind the trees. "I didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't that." His crimson eyes gave you a once-over. "Do you think you could try it again next time?"

"Perhaps. But I think he's smart enough to understand that All For One isn't here and that you being his successor can only mean one thing. His master isn't going to show up, maybe ever again. It's why his reaction was so dramatic. He doesn't think you're strong enough. It's like your dad went to go get a carton of milk and never came back, leaving you with the shitty babysitter while your mom's off to work two jobs. I wouldn't be too happy about that either."

Shigaraki's eyes narrowed, holding no amusement.

"Nothing personal," you added. "But we have to face the facts, we can't beat him."

He merely nodded. Stepping away from the group, he leaned against one of the big boulders, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

Toga's curious gaze crept back to you. She pushed the fingertips of her hands together. "So, what happened, exactly? Tell me all the juicy details!"

And so you did. While Dabi and Shigaraki both had offensive quirks, yours wasn't much for fighting purposes. So, while their first copies (brought to you by Twice) got smashed into the ground, you tried to bring the giant's attention elsewhere, somewhere in his own head.

Because that's what you did. You could make people see things, make their brain go all fuzzy and manipulate it in a way that could cause them to go insane.

Unfortunately, this guy wasn't simply a dimwit. You assumed that just because he has a physically bigger brain, that wouldn't make him smarter. But he was quite intelligent in a different way, almost instinctively. He knew exactly what you were trying to do, so he saw right through the facade you created of All For One in his head, trying to sell him comforting words and soothing promises.

You shivered, never wanting to experience your body being smashed into jelly again.

"What do we do now, boss?" Toga quipped.

He turned back to glance over everyone, his steady gaze hesitating over you.

"We're done for today. We'll camp here for tonight."

"And just assume that giant isn't going to come barging through here?" Dabi asked.

Twice waved his hand in the air excitedly. "Ooh, I'll keep first watch! Watch the sheep until I'm asleep." His head drooped down, comically appearing as if he'd started napping on the spot.

Spinner sighed, "I'll take watch. You're all too exhausted."

"I can take over if you get tired," Toga said sweetly.

"I'd rather not have you breathing down my neck while I'm asleep."

"I wouldn't be breathing down your neck. You're not my type." She stuck her tongue out.

"All right, then it's settled. Make yourselves comfortable, tomorrow is going to be a long day."

---

Unraveling your sleeping bag tied to your backpack, you glanced across the small clearing. Spinner had taken his place on the big boulder, a blanket draped over his shoulders. Everyone else was trying to find a good spot to sleep, which most found around the small fire Dabi had created. You weren't much for sleeping in groups, so you picked a quiet spot near the treeline. From the corner of your eye you swore you saw Toga pout, and noticed Dabi had the same reclusive idea on the other side of the clearing.

Making yourself as comfortable as you could on solid ground, your gaze turned up to the night sky. It was a clear night and an incredible amount of stars glittered brightly against the black void.

Your eyes were about to drift shut when you heard a pair of shuffling footsteps to your right. Your shoulders immediately tensing up, you turned your head to the source of the noise, only to find a sleeping bag falling to the floor next to you with a dull thud. Your eyes trailed up along dark pants and a long trench coat until they finally met his crimson orbs. They weren't asking.

You relaxed. It wasn't the first time you'd slept so close to each other. Sometimes, the temporary hideouts you stayed in didn't have room for an entire group of people to sleep in, so while Dabi sneaked out to find a less confining place to sleep in, you usually stuck close to your leader. Whereas everyone else tried to steer clear of him, you'd always found it rather useful that he had lots of empty space around him to fill. To say he was uncomfortable the first time you invaded his personal space was an understatement, but a quick series of raised brows and communicative glances had made the situation easier.

Though it was always you who approached him first.

As he slipped into the sleeping bag, his gaze didn't leave yours. His hair strewn across his face and body covered by the thick blanket, he looked almost relaxed. But those eyes were wide.

"Could you... Show me again?" he whispered.

You blinked, and nodded silently. Shuffling a bit closer to him, burrito-style, you could feel the warmth radiating off his face.

You activated your quirk and watched as his eyes glossed over. It was in these rare moments, that Tomura smiled.

He didn't ask you to do this often. You knew he didn't because he thought you would think he was weak, or soft. But you never thought any of those things about him. He had accepted you for who you were, after all, and you would always be grateful for that.

His lips trembled a bit, but you knew he was still very much in your illusion. His mind was strong enough to fight it, you'd known that since the moment you met, but he asked for this, and even though he knew it wasn't real, he still sought comfort in what you showed him.

You had asked him once, during long and sleepless nights, what his favorite thing was, like how the famous heroes always have a common thing they like. You expected it to be something like cats, or coffee jelly, and you almost got worried you'd offended him when he walked off after your question. But he came back holding a picture, and that was the first time he'd asked you to replicate it.

"Mon," he muttered.

He always wanted to play with that corgi. Never with his mother, his father, his sister or his grandparents. He'd told you briefly about who they were, but never the full extent of what had become of them after he was taken in by All For One. You could guess, though.

He had lots of empty space around him, after all.

"Thank you," he said, snapping you out of your thoughts. You sent him a small smile, to which the side of his lip quirked up.

You wanted to keep looking into those eyes of his, keep looking at how they boldly took your breath away and made you feel so at ease at the same time. But the day had been long and the extensive overuse of your quirk had made you exhausted.

You blinked once. Then again, heavily. It was becoming a burden to keep your eyelids open and your eyes from rolling back. Tomura huffed in amusement, his hand appearing from the sleeping bag to brush against your cheek. "Sleep," he whispered.

You were met with darkness not a second after.

---

That was a while ago. You no longer had to worry about ants potentially crawling into your bedroll, or getting stung by nettles and pricked by bushes. Now, you had a luxurious bed to sleep in, with the finest silk sheets, a lock on your door and most importantly: personal space.

Where people used to avoid even looking your way in the streets as you had a naturally threatening aura hanging over you, people now bowed their heads to you in respect and went out of their way to do your bidding, even if it was just to get you tea.

All because of your new position and your leader's rise to power.

Shigaraki wasn't the same man as the one who asked you to make him hallucinate about his deceased dog. No, the man who currently sat upon the throne was a much calmer, more confident version of himself. A true leader to the Paranormal Liberation Front.

If only he wasn't so busy all the time, you would see more of him around. Of course, you wouldn't actually ask about him. That would insinuate something and you could not afford to show any weakness in front of your lackeys right now. They may respect you on a superficial notice, but you knew the only people you could trust were the ones you would always end back up with after a long day.

Which is where you were now, seated on a comfortable couch in the secluded lounge reserved for the leader and his squadron. Nursing a steaming cup of tea in your hands, you watched with amusement as Twice lifted the bottom of his mask to shove as much sushi into it as he could before he had to quickly lower it again to keep himself from going insane. Toga giggled, and though you knew it wasn't usually a laughing matter, this time it seemed rather endearing. Plus, you knew Twice didn't mind joking about it himself. It was just the fact that you were all so casually seated in warmth, comfort, eating expensive sushi with a roof above your head, when just a few months ago you had been scrambling together money to get anything of sustenance, let alone a bed to sleep in.

"Are you gonna eat that?" Spinner asked Dabi, pointing his chopsticks at some maguro nigiri.

The dark-haired man shook his head, before waving his hand towards the sushi in disgust. "Go ahead. I don't like fish."

"Are you sure you're Japanese?" you asked in amusement. "Actually, I've never heard your backstory before. Want to enlighten us during this excellent meal?"

"Don't bother asking, every time we bring up the subject he leaves to go recruit people," Toga huffs.

Twice peaked up. "Ha! But his lackeys do that now, he just sits on his ass all day! Don't hit me! We should be nicer to our friends- But I'm curious! This bitch doesn't tell us anything!" He yelped when he caught onto Dabi's glare.

A knock resonated through the room.

"Enter," Dabi called out.

Skeptic stepped into the room; a tall, lanky man that served Re-Destro and kind of acted as a computer nerd. He also made everyone's smiles turn into a frown, as if you'd caught a whiff of something really smelly, only it was his entire being that unsettled you. None of you had forgiven him for what he did to Twice and as he was still set out to make Toga pay for killing Curious, you knew you would never be able to trust him, even if he was a fellow lieutenant.

He turned to you, though never addressing you by your name. "Shigaraki Tomura has asked to speak with you. Make sure he finds someone else to play carrier pigeon the next time." He slammed the door closed behind him when he left.

Twice threw his hands in the air. "What an ass! I should ask him what hair products he uses."

"I wouldn't keep him waiting, sweetheart," Dabi muttered to you, his blue eyes flickering darkly.

"Tsk, like Shigaraki cares if she's late. We all know he favors her," Toga quipped, though a sliver of annoyance poked through her tone.

"I don't think that's true," you mumble, your cheeks warming up in embarrassment.

Dabi shrugged. "With the way you were cuddling up each night, we all just assumed you two were a thing. Until we got here and you had gotten separate rooms."

"I- That's not..."

"Don't worry, baby!" Toga grabbed hold of your red cheeks, squishing your face together a bit too harshly. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. No hard feelings, you'll always be my bestie."

"I thought I was your bestie?!" Twice cried.

---

You found him in the large hallway that housed the doors to your rooms. He was looking out the window, watching people stream in and out of the great estate. His white hair, still incredibly dried and damaged from the sudden drain of color, draped along his pale face. He looked a bit better than before, having had time to recover from the battle, thankfully. His bones were no longer broken and he was gaining his muscle and appetite back. You went to stand next to him silently.

There was a moment of comfortable silence.

"How are you?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the vast expanse of grass.

You smirked at him. "Taking care of me now, are you?"

"I take care of all of my lieutenants."

"But you asked for me specifically."

That made a smile creep up on his face. "A special case, I suppose."

"I hope the good kind."

"Did Re-Destro speak with you?" he asked.

"Hm, he did."

He looked down at you from the corner of his eye.

You tilted your head. "Why?"

"I don't like the way he looks at you," Shigaraki growled. His hand moved with ease towards the loop of your jeans, pulling you into his side. You huffed as your chest collided with muscle, his body heat instantly creeping into your clothes. His arm wrapping around you, he tilted his head to bury his nose in your hair.

"Shigaraki..." You placed your hand on his chest to push yourself back enough to look at him.

"Tomura," he corrected. "Call me Tomura when you're alone with me. On other occasions, Leader or Shigaraki will do."

"Don't get cocky. Just because you destroyed a city doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to be your bitch."

He smirked, a devious glint flashing through the crimson.

He felt nice. He was a bit taller than you and unlike before he now stood proudly in his height. Your body was perfectly molten into his side, your hand slightly brushing over his chest in anticipation. But all he did was just look at you.

Standing up on your toes, you pressed a swift kiss against the corner of his mouth.

His smirk only widened at that, but he didn't reciprocate anything. "So shy," he murmured smugly, his hand tightening around your form.

"Wouldn't have to be if you weren't being an ass about it."

He huffed, but his gaze turned serious. He seemed to be thinking something over in his head before he spoke, "I'm gonna be indisposed for a while. I want you to look after everything while I'm gone."

You didn't miss the significance of those words. What they meant to him, personally. How much it took for him to put his trust in someone and that someone being you. "What do you mean, indisposed?"

"I'm getting an upgrade."

"Again?!" You shook your head. "Shi- Tomura, you can't just constantly put your life in the hands of that doctor. You're strong enough now, you've proven that to everyone."

"Do you see this?" He held up his scarred hand, which was partially covered with a glove that only wrapped around his thumb, pointer and middle finger. "This is proof of how frail my body still is. I can destroy a city, but it harms me, and we might have won our first battle, but they will keep coming and their numbers will keep growing. I will never underestimate heroes again."

You sighed. "How long?"

"Four months."

"Starting?"

"Tomorrow."

Your mouth fell wide open. How could he only tell you this now? Had he even told any of the others? Did Re-Destro know? How were you supposed to take over everything for four months?

"You look pretty with your mouth wide open," he said with a deep chuckle.

"Don't avoid the subject! You can't just throw this on me and expect me to take care of everything!"

His lids drooped lazily. "I know, but you're the only one I knew who could handle it and who I could trust."

"Well-" You stopped. What the hell were you supposed to say to that? Why can't this man cut you some slack?

His unscathed hand reached up to touch your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "I have another request."

What else? What now? What other bomb was he going to drop on you?

"I want you to come to my room tonight."

Oh.

"Do you want me to show you Mon-"

"No, I want you in my bed."

Oh.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, but the innocent part of your mind still didn't seem to quite give into the innuendo. "Are you... having nightmares?"

The corner of his lip quirked up, his eyes flickering in amusement. "No, I want you in my bed because I want to fuck you."

Oh.

"Oh," you repeated the word that had been circling your now muddled brain.

"I won't force you to do anything, your position won't change no matter what happens," he clarified. Then, he leaned into your ear. "But know that I would make you my queen. Mine, for the world to see."

He knew you didn't care about any of that, but a selfish part of him wanted to make sure you knew your potential if you were by his side. Just like you didn't care about the power, but only about the goals you shared with him, he didn't look at you or your quirk as something he could use, he wanted it to be his, something that he knew he could rely on when everything and everyone around him seemed to be unreliable. You could have had any quirk and he would have still seen you as valuable. But, he supposed, your quirk had always been something that had drawn him to you.

"I'll wait up for you," was all he left you with.

---

Were you supposed to feel this nervous? After all your experiences, your traumas, your scars, you were still feeling anxious about something like this?

You were hovering in front of his door, the hour already struck passed twelve, leaving the hallway bare and quiet, save for the occasional loud snore coming from Twice's room. It felt like you were sneaking out of your parents house to do something irresponsible, though your knew you had long crossed the lines of what was considered responsible. So, what made this so unnervingly important?

You tapped his door softly, a part of you scared that someone else would become curious and see what you were doing knocking on the leader's door- even if it was apparently public knowledge that you were a thing.

The door cracked open a notch, revealing a crimson orb in the darkness that seemed to inspect you from head to toe, before moving to let you in.

His room was a bit bigger than yours, which was expected, but the furniture mostly seemed all the same. He didn't have many personal items like the rest of you, so it could have passed as a luxurious hotel room. The only thing that could be linked to him was the large blue quilt that was strewn over his sheets, one you used to bundle up in together when it got really cold in the winter months.

You turned to face his shirtless, toned chest and an immediate blush spread across your cheeks. All he was wearing was a pair of sweatpants that hugged around his hips loosely.

"I didn't think you'd show up," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. It made you smile. Small things like that reminded you that he was still the Shigaraki you'd always known, the one that got annoyed and sometimes shy when you cuddled with him at night.

"I still had some business to take care of. Unfortunately my boss is suddenly going to be indisposed for four months, so I had to take some necessary precautions to deal with his absence."

He smirked. "Sound like an asshole."

"Oh, he is."

He stepped towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His mouth touched the corner of yours swiftly, very much like you'd done a few hours earlier.

"But he can be sweet when he wants to be," you added.

His hands reached up to slide along the smooth skin of your neck, tracing over a scar there as his eyes met yours. "I don't think I'll be able to hold myself back. I'll be rough." His hands dug into your sides, pulling you against his chest.

"O-Okay."

He shifted, his hot breath crawling all the way up your neck, until his tongue licked across your bottom lip. He licked into your mouth languidly, exploring the roof and your tongue with a burning need that made you shiver in his arms. You moaned and reached up to run your fingers through his hair. Tugging slightly, you broke the kiss, sending him a small smirk when faced with those hooded, intense eyes.

His fingers clenched around your collar, and in an instant the entire fabric of your shirt turned into a heap of dust on the floor. You gasped, but before you could say any more he'd already done the same to your pants.

He reached for your bra, but you quickly stopped him. "Bras are expensive!"

He gave you a bored look, before his hand groped the fabric and disintegrated it, the heap of dust falling down your stomach with the rest of your former outfit. Cupping your breast, he forced his lips back against yours, murmuring, "I'll buy you as many as you like."

His finger started rubbing smooth circles over your nipple, his other pulling your hips forward to grind his hips against yours. His tongue swirled in your mouth synchronously with the way he twisted and teased the sensitive bud on your chest, making you sigh into his mouth. His hands started roaming your body, slipping along every soft crevice and curve like you were made of smooth marble. His hand found the dip between your thighs.

You stopped him.

"Let me take care of you," you whispered against his lips. You weren't sure what got into you, a sudden boldness took over your body and moved on its own accord somehow, but he didn't seem to mind.

You moved to sit on your knees and pulled his sweatpants down without hesitation, knowing that your hands would tremble in anticipation if you stopped moving. His breathing was already heavy and all he could do was look down at you with hooded eyes and reach down to run his hand through your hair.

Bracing your hands on his thighs, you moved to hover your face in front of his boxers, huffing out a warm breath that made him inhale. His member was bulging through the fabric. Twitching when you pressed your mouth against him and breathed out another huff of hot air. His grip in your hair tightened, a cue for you to stop teasing him. You tried to hide your amusement.

You reached your hand into his briefs and took his member out, which poked up to meet your face after being freed from its breeches. It was veiny and throbbing, a sliver of wetness trailing along the tip. You moved your thumb over the slit, smearing the wetness over him as your tongue traveled in a line from base to tip. He groaned, the grip on your hair encouraging you to continue.

Your lips sucked and kissed all over him, leaving a trail of saliva along his shaft, until you reached the tip and took him into your mouth as far as you could. His hips bucked forward instantly, his hold on your hair pushing you forward until he was hitting the back of your throat. You gagged once, but managed to hollow your cheeks.

"You look pretty with my cock in your mouth," he growled lowly, a smirk plastered on his pale lips.

If it had been any other situation, you would have probably rolled your eyes, but for now all you could do was swallow him down and move your tongue along his warm shaft.

He moved your head back and forth slowly, as if to preserve what little patience he had left, until his thighs started to tremble. He had to refrain himself from spilling his load down your throat.

He forced you back by grabbing hold of your hair roughly. A stream of saliva dripped down your chin, which he swiped away with his thumb. "Come here," he muttered, reaching down and grabbing your thighs to lift you into his arms. You wrapped your shaky legs around him, your fingers threading to his locks as you kissed him again, the strokes of your tongue languid and almost lazy against his.

He sat on top of the sheets, slipped his briefs off entirely and moved you so you were sitting on his lap. His hands cupped your ass and moved you forward.

"Tomura," you gasped, feeling the tip of his cock pressing against your soaking entrance.

He groaned with content, looking down at his member slowly slipping between your folds. "So wet for me when I barely even touched you." His head poked inside, causing an unpleasant stretch that burned. He didn't stop, bucking his hips up even when he felt your walls clench harshly at the intrusion.

You dug your fingers into his back, your mouth pressed against his shoulder to stop the pained mewl from escaping your lips. He hushes you, "Now, come on, I know you can handle it. You're taking me so well, baby." You shook your head. It was too much. "No?" His hand slipped in between your bodies, his deft fingers gliding through the droopy wet mess you'd made where his cock filled your hole. When his wet thumb brushed over your clit, you shivered, and your body started instantly moving into his hand, anything to rid of the pain. In doing so, his cock rubbed pleasantly against your gummy walls, stretching you out further and making him throw his head back. With his white hair falling away from his face, his red orbs burned into you through narrowed lids. "See? I knew you could be a little slut for me. After all that teasing-" He slammed his hips up until he was finally fully sheathed inside of you and you moaned, feeling the pleasure through the stinging.

He started lifting you up and down his member, his hips snapping up to meet yours in an unrelenting pace. Obscene sopping noises and skin hitting skin filled the room, along with your soft sobs and his ragged breaths. The stretch slowly became bearable, turning into a dull ache. You started to feel the intensity of him filling you up, his body molding into you in a carnal arch

"You know how many times I've gotten a hard on while you were laying so close to me?" He growled.

You couldn't answer him, he felt so good. He started bucking his hips in a forward angle, rubbing against a spot that made your mouth fall open and your tongue slick with saliva.

"And then you'd roll over, rub your ass against me. I should've fucked you into the ground the first time I had the chance."

"Shi-Shigaraki," the words dying on your tongue as your back arched in pure pleasure, your chest rubbing against him with every thrust, both slick with sweat from the heat and delicious friction. Your mind was clouded over, all you could feel was him pounding into you, his hot breaths against your throat, his hands gripping your ass so roughly you were sure he was going to leave bruises. Shoving himself deeper inside of you, filling you with his throbbing, pulsing member.

He roughly flipped you over onto your stomach and you mewled sadly at the loss of contact when his cock slipped out, before feeling him prop a pillow underneath your waist and shoving inside of your stretched hole again. You moaned loudly, your mouth no longer able to keep the crude noises you were making inside while he was fucking you into the mattress.

He let out a groan when you purposefully clenched around him and smacked your ass with a flat hand, making you yelp. He kneaded the stinging flesh, not once relenting in his furious pace. "Mine," he growled. Placing his hands on the mattress on either side of you, his body pushed down onto you as his lips hovered next to your ear. The deep pulsing, along with the friction from the pillow, was making your vision blurry. "I want you to remember," he huffed lowly, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing. "You're mine. And when I get back, when I'm stronger, I'm going to make sure people are reminded of it. I'll keep shoving my cock into you until you can no longer walk because you're mine." He lifted your legs up, the force of his thrusts angling upwards again.

"Pl-Please," you moan.

"Please?" You can't see his face, or anything at all for that matter, but you can hear his vicious grin.

"Please- Please let me come- Please," you cry out.

Feeling his cock throb at your words, your walls clenching tighter every so often, he groans loudly.

"Come for me, baby."

You lose it, your face pressing into the mattress as your thighs shake and your walls clench around him completely. He pushes you through your orgasm with a few more deep, unruly thrusts before releasing hot spurts inside of you. His hands dig into your sides and he lets out a final, strangled moan, before collapsing on top of you.

You're both panting and though you can barely catch your breath with his full weight on top of you, it's in a way a comforting way to know he's still there. He kisses the back of your neck before laying down next to you on his side and grabbing your still shivering body to hold you against him.

"Tomura?" you say softly.

"Hm?" He murmurs, his hand threading through your disheveled hair with a gentleness you didn't expected.

"Promise me you'll come back. I don't care what you do, just promise me you won't leave me."

"I promise. You are mine, and I am yours."

You smiled in content, turning your face to kiss him softly.

His red irises narrowed a sliver when he started to feel you move. "You weren't just grinding your ass against me in your sleep, were you?"

"Perhaps," you replied cheekily.

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A/N: I finished this at 5 AM and didn't read it over again so I might rewrite parts of it sometime soon. Thanks for reading!

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #my hero acedamia #boku no hero academia #dabi todoroki #mha #toga himiko #twice #anime fanfic #reader insert

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