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One of my favorite things about the ASL Brothers is the fact that Ace was the one brought out the sake and proposed becoming brothers.
Not Luffy or Sabo but Ace.
Ace, who believes he is unlovable, Ace who believes that his blood is dirty, Ace who believes that he didn’t deserve to be born, Ace who thinks that his life is worthless, Ace who believes that his mere existence is a crime.
And yet Ace saw these two boys and approached them without apprehension or fear of rejection even though he was proposing something as irrevocable, something as bonding as brotherhood
#not to mention ace had these thoughts bc this is how the WORLD sees him#that world put these thoughts into his head and made him believe that#but sabo and luffy only see him. not gol d. or even portgas d. but just ace.#the way ace knew that they wanted this just as much as he did#like he is theirs and they are his and he knew that#i remember learning that ace proposed it and being *so surprised*#cause we had just seen that ace had no self worth and hated himself#but he knew that they accepted him and that they wanted him in their lives#and he decided to make it permanent#they are his family. they are his safe place. they love him unconditionally.#DO YOU GUYS GET WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY#goddd these brothers make me so ill#it’s 2am so if this doesn’t make sense that’s why#i am thinking so many thoughts#i’ll probably delete this later#portgas d. ace#asl brothers#one piece#concha speaks#asl rambles#concha posts
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aaron forgiving andrew for killing tilda when he has children of his own because he thinks that if she were around he never would’ve let her meet them.
(and if he didn’t want his children near her, or any children near her, that means that he, as a child, should’ve never been near her. and he gets what andrew did bc he would kill to keep these children safe too.)
#aftg#twinyards#aaron minyard#idk man i saw a tiktok and it got to me#this just makes sense to me#i think aaron must’ve felt a lot of self loathing and a lot of love with nowhere for it to go for so long in his life#that when he sees how vulnerable and precious his kids are it CLICKS#and he has somewhere for all that love that should’ve been for her that she never earned to go#and he thanks andrew for doing his best to keep him safe#and he understands eventually why it was the only option#why andrew didn’t trust cops or CPS#bc he had been burned too many times before and ANY amount of pain is too much pain for a child#and he looks at his children with such love and wonder and he doesn’t get how anyone could want to ruin something so perfect#how anything else could be more important than these children#ever#in other news it’s 2am my codine isn’t working and i wanted someone else to feel the pain i’m currently physically in <3
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Writer prompt: “When will I get people who care the way I care?” Steve + the party hurt/comfort
Lmaooooo not you turning my own words on me (thank you I probably needed to write this ngl)
Steve made a point to remember the kids’ birthdays. To know their favorite foods, their allergies, to have their favorite tapes in his car.
And it’s not like it’s serious. Steve wouldn’t die from it. Probably.
It’s just… well. He told them he was allergic to shellfish. He remembered the day, especially, because they’d all had a long discussion about what was actually classified as shellfish.
But now someone decided to bring a clambake up to Bumfuck, Indiana, right where Steve lived, and all the kids are so excited about it, and he’s excited for them, honest.
But they don’t understand when he declines the offer to go, their request to drive them. Slowly but surely, he realizes they forgot.
Maybe he should’ve expected that. Maybe he should’ve known the expectations are different on the babysitter versus the babysat. Maybe-
“Alright,” Eddie says suddenly, one loud clap getting everyone’s attention. “Everyone out! Something’s come up. Great to see you, same time next week, untold horrors, et cerera. Get the fuck outta here.”
Eddie turns to Steve once everyone’s gone. “What’s wrong?”
Steve blinks. “What?”
“You’re making a face like something’s wrong.”
“Oh.” Steve debates not telling him, except that’s never done him any favors before, and he doubts it’ll start now. “Um. Just. Y’know the clambake?”
Eddie chuckles. “It’s practically all the kids talk about.”
“Yeah. Um. They didn’t understand why I didn’t want to go. Or why I didn’t want to take them.”
“Okay,” Eddie says slowly. “I’m all for telling the little shits no once in a while, don’t get me wrong. But… why did you tell them no?”
“I’m allergic to shellfish.”
Eddie’s mouth opens in an o. “Do they know?”
“Yeah. Or they did, I dunno. I guess they forgot. And I just… I dunno. Got in my head about it, I guess, because I remember things that are important to them, y’know? I have their tapes in my car, I know their favorite foods, I know what they’re allergic to. I know what to do to help all of them through a nightmare or a panic attack. And I spend so much of my time giving, and being what they need me to be, and… I guess it gets tiring, sometimes.” He shrugs, looks down. “I’m just wondering when I’m gonna get people who care the way I care. Who remember the little things, maybe not even cause they’re important, but because they’re part of me, y’know?”
Eddie smiles sadly, sits next to him. Turns his body to face Steve’s. “You mean like the face you make when you’re cooking and your sauce needs more salt? Or the way you dance a little, wiggle your hips, when you’ve got music playing and you’re doing the dishes? Or the way you clench your fists when you think no one’s looking, when you’re trying not to fidget or reach out and touch?” He touches one of Steve’s hands, clenched in his lap. “You can.”
Steve sighs, releases his hands. Turns one over and capture’s Eddie’s. “And the important thing,” Eddie continues. “The way you keep the pool lights turned off when the kids aren’t over. The way you hate to cook for just yourself. You ever wonder why I invite myself over so much? ‘S because I know you wouldn’t eat otherwise. The kids are assholes, I’ll give you that. They’re also kids. Let them grow up some, keep showing them the love that you are, and trust that one day they’ll show it back. Until then, can I be enough for you?”
“Eddie,” Steve whispers, chokes. “You’re always enough. More than.”
Eddie moves in closer. “Let yourself take,” he whispers back, slotting an arm over Steve’s shoulders and pulling him in. “Trust that I’m giving. That I want you to have it.”
Steve leans in. Doesn’t say thank you. Doesn’t kiss him. He doesn’t have to. He’s taking, accepting. And that says everything.
#I hope this was okay#most of this was written at 2am last night#and I finished the rest just now#so if anything doesn’t make sense that’s why#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#writing#asks#prompts#thank you friend!#starambles
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write something guy wrenchingly sad about how rafe’s dad treats him and he calls you in the middle of the night to comfort him. he ends up coming to your house or you go over to tanneyhill to be with him :)
this is so s1 rafe coded🥺my poor deprived baby😔
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its 2am when your phone buzzes, waking you up from a deep sleep. rafes name flashes across your phone, sending you into alarm. worry courses through your veins making you sit upright in shock, quickly pressing answer.
his ragged breaths are the first thing you hear as you pick up, his sobs echoing down the phone. “hey-hey baby, rafe, whats going on? are you okay?” you ask, hurriedly.
he sniffles “m-my dad.. we g-got into a huge fight and i-i don’t know wh-what to do.” you can sense his tension through the phone. rafe was never good and expressing his emotions, he preferred showing himself through actions rather than words. so him calling you at this hour and actually telling you what was wrong, you knew it had to be serious.
“oh my sweet boy, why don’t you come over? or i can come and pick you up? just stay calm for me baby, can you do that for me?” you soothe. which appears to calm him slightly as his breaths begin to slow.
“uh, yeah, yeah i-i can do that. i’ll drive, don’t w-want you leaving the house alone this late at night.” running his fingers through his greasy locks, shaking his head at how stupid he feels, crying. especially in-front of you, to you. and even though he’s in no state to drive, you know better than to argue with him on this, his innate need to protect you still shining through even in his most vulnerable moments.
“okay rafe…i’ll see you soon, drive safe for me baby.”
within 10 minutes you hear a knock at your door, you race downstairs unlocking the door in a hurry, the sight is anything but pleasant.
rafes nose is bust, dry blood caked around his mouth, a clear indication that the fight with his dad was anything but civilised. and this wasn’t the first time either. his tears staining his cheeks and his face flustered, a light shade of pink, his hair sticking to his forehead and his arms shaking as he looks down at you in embarrassment.
“oh, sweetheart.” you whisper gently, pulling him inside and into a hug, slowly he wraps his arms around your waist as his sobs begin to deepen, his heart rate increasing rapidly as his body racks with his cries. he leans down, burrying his face into your neck, sniffling so he doesn’t end up leaving snot all in your hair- not that you care, him being your main priority.
“you wanna’ talk about it?” you coax, your voice soft. he shakes his head, his grip on your waist tightening. you lift your hand, intertwining your fingers in his locks, stroking his head gently, soothing his desperate cries.
“that’s okay, your okay. let it all out…my sweet baby, i’m here for you. and i always will be, you know that right? i’m never leaving you, no matter what. we always stick together, you hear me, baby boy? always.”
#anon#rafe cameron#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron angst
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Power Trip - Miguel O’Hara
Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f! Reader (reader uses female pronouns + has a pussy)
Genre: smut/NSFW
Word Count: 1.9k
Summary: Miguel comes to your universe seeking comfort, but gets the opposite when he sees you on a date
CW: kinda sorta maybe dubcon?, friends with benefits, dom! Miguel, sub! Reader, jealous! Miguel, possessiveness, fingering, oral (f! receiving), slight orgasm denial, begging, sub/dom dynamics, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it <3), creampie, Miguel is kind of an asshole
ive been incredibly down bad for this man lately so here is the result of my 2am thirst writing lol <3 also idkidk I just love the idea of fwb with Miguel and him being super possessive while also being noncommittal
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It’s late by the time Miguel is back in your universe, but you’re nowhere to be seen in your studio apartment. He knows you were here recently, he can smell it. Smell your perfume lingering in the air.
The sweet smell floods his senses and only adds to his annoyance. Where are you going this late at night, dressing up all nice and smelling so sweet? Who are you seeing?
The thought of you going on a date has the adrenaline pumping through his veins. You’re his. You should be with him.
He pulls his mask back over his face and climbs out of your window, pulling out his phone. He opens up the app he installed on your phone to track you, narrowing his eyes when he sees the red dot pulsing at a bar.
Because of course you’re at a bar.
Miguel watches you from the shadows of the rooftop across the street. You’re all dressed up, sipping on a Manhattan while some loser chats you up. He can’t help but size the guy up—he could snap him like a twig with one arm.
What the hell are you doing with a guy like that?
You can feel eyes on you, and not just from the guy in front of you talking about his crypto. No—you’re being watched. You can feel eyes burning into the back of your head, watching your every move.
The feeling makes you tense, shoulders bunching up to your ears. You finish off your drink and start pulling your coat over your shoulders.
Crypto guy looks at you in confusion. “Leaving so soon?”
“Yeah, I just, I need some air,” you say, and before he can protest anymore, you’re shoving your way onto the cold, crowded streets.
Miguel doesn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time, silently trailing after you. He almost laughs at the way you look over your shoulder, trying to see if you’re being followed, but falling just short of seeing him. It’s adorable, really.
As if he’d ever let anything happen to you.
You set down your bag and jacket at your kitchen table, rolling your shoulders to loosen the tension. Something in the shadows catches your eye and you sigh. Of course.
“You can come out now,” you sigh.
Miguel steps out of the shadows, broad frame towering over you. His jaw is clenched and he looks unimpressed.
“What are you doing here, Miguel?”
“Who was that at the bar?”
You sigh, leaning against your counter and rubbing your temples. “We’re not together, Miguel. You shouldn’t even be here.”
He steps closer to you, fists clenched at his sides. His dark eyes narrow on you, eyeing you from head to toe. “Answer the question.”
“Jesus—just some guy, okay? Why is it any of your business?”
You’re playing a dangerous game, like running across thin ice and expecting not to fall through. You avoid looking at him—you can feel the tension in the air.
And then Miguel laughs. Really laughs. You stay perfectly still, clenching your hands on the counter. Heavy footsteps approach you until you can feel him standing behind you, hard breathing echoing in your ears.
His hands grasp your hips, sharp nails digging into your sides. He tugs you back to him, holding your hips flush against his. “It’s always my business,” he growls. “You can pretend all you want, dear, but you will always be mine.”
His words have your breath catching in your throat, heat flooding your entire body. You squirm under his touch with no real intention of getting away, body fully submitting to him just from his touch.
“See?” He rubs his hands up your sides, roughly cupping your chest and squeezing hard. “You like to play pretend and tease and run away, but you come back to me. Every. Single. Time.”
He squeezes again, hovering his lips over the base of your throat. A gasp falls from your lips. You can feel his fangs grazing your throat, sharp teeth brushing the sensitive skin. You close your eyes, bracing yourself on the counter in front of you.
He pushes his hand under your shirt, cold fingers ghosting over your sensitive skin. You shiver from his touch, throwing your head back against his chest. His other hand snakes around your throat, holding you still so he can sink his fangs into your neck.
The puncture stings as always, blood rushing to the sensitive vein he just bit into. Miguel manages to balance the pain with pleasure—rolling your nipples between his fingers, alternating between gently rubbing and harshly tugging at them.
He moans at the taste of you, hot blood flooding his mouth. You’ve always tasted delectable, and he’s never been able to get enough. You shake in his arms, whimpering from the feeling. He can smell your arousal in the air, flooding his senses.
He releases your neck and drops his hand from his shirt, lifting you up and tossing you onto the counter. He towers over you, broad form engulfing the kitchen light. He rips off your shirt, practically shredding the flimsy fabric to pieces.
“M-miguel!”
He rolls his eyes at your antics, pulling so the edge of your thighs rest on the counter. He pulls your pants off in one, swift motion, leaving you naked and shivering on the marble countertop.
The smell of you only gets stronger, sending the blood rushing straight to his groin. You look so pretty like this, so weak. His for the taking—not that you’d ever protest.
Sharp teeth graze the plush skin of your thighs as he plants kisses up to your heat. The feeling of his breath just above where you need him most has you arching your back, pushing your hips into his face.
Miguel takes that in stride, wrapping his hands around your thighs to hold you in place and forcing you down to his mouth. The first touch of his tongue against your swollen clit has your eyes rolling back, pleas for more filling the air.
You reach down to tug on his hair, dark curls falling through your fingers like silk. The feeling of you pulling on his hair and shoving your hips into his face only makes Miguel hungrier for you. He slips a finger inside of you, working you open. His fingers are so long and so thick, they stretch you open better than when you do it yourself.
He pushes another finger inside of you, pulling his mouth away so he can watch your drooling hole open up around his knuckles. “As if any other man can make you feel like this,” he growls.
He dives back into your pussy, burying his face between your legs. The added contact has your legs shaking, muscles quivering around his face. He slips one more finger in, reaching that spot that he knows drives you crazy.
It only takes another second before you’re being thrown over the edge, crying out for more while trying to pull away from him. Miguel keeps a tight grip on your legs, holding you against his face while you ride out your orgasm.
He pulls away, a twisted grin on his face. “Look at you,” he shakes his head, tugging off his pants to reveal his hard cock.
He strokes it with one hand, using the other to trail up and down your shaking body. You’re looking at him with those needy, desperate eyes. It’s like you’re begging him to take you.
He lands a slap to your pussy, laughing at the way you whine and try to close your legs around his hand. He spreads your legs apart, positioning himself between them so all you can do is wrap your legs around his hips.
He shoves his way inside of you, your walls straining to take him after all this time. He’s so big, so much bigger than you, it’s a struggle. You close your eyes and whine, reaching desperately for his shoulders. For anything to ground yourself.
Miguel settles into a steady pace, slamming his hips into yours, bottoming out with every thrust. He’s so deep inside of you, stretching out every part of you.
With every thrust he admires the fucked out look on your face. Your whines and whimpers and pleas for him to keep going only drive him further, speeding up his pace just so he can keep hearing you whine like that.
You claw at the skin of his back, each thrust pushing you farther across the counter before Miguel tugs you back to him and thrusts again. You slide your hands from his shoulder to his arms, gripping at the muscles of his forearms.
His muscles flex with every thrust, tugging you even further against him. He watches how desperate you are, how badly you need to finish. He knows if he keeps up this pace, you won’t last long.
So he stops, leaving just the tip of his cock inside of you.
You whine in protest, opening your eyes to reveal tears starting to form. “W-why’d you stop?”
“Admit you’re mine,” he emphasizes his words with a thrust before holding still, “or you don’t get to cum again.”
“M-miguel, please,” you whine, looking up at him with those desperate eyes.
He stares at you unimpressed, trying to resist the urge to keep going so he can finish too. But he won’t. Not until you say it.
You try to thrust your hips against his but he holds you still, and he’s so much stronger than you that there’s no chance of moving.
You sigh. You didn’t want to be put in this position again, but he’s so sexy and you’re so hot and wet and all you want is to cum, and his big cock is just sitting there inside of you. You clench around him, whining.
“I-I’m all yours.” You whine, trying to pull him back to you, “only yours.”
He grins, immediately thrusting back into you. His pace is faster now, more frantic. Desperate.
He wipes a few tears from your face, “isn’t it just so much easier when you submit to me? Don’t you love it when you don’t have to think about anything other than being my slut?”
His words make you drool and clench around him, wrapping your legs around his waist to force him deeper. Miguel gets the hint, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and fucking into you even harder.
He’s so close, but he refuses to finish until you do. He leans in, leaving gentle bites up and down your neck and collarbone. The slight pain is enough to finish you off, your orgasm washing over you in intense waves.
As soon as he feels your legs shaking, your muscles relaxing, Miguel knows he can let go. He pounds into you a few more times before bottoming out and letting wave after wave of cum flood your insides.
The hot feeling has you moaning, lazily rolling your hips into his while he pumps his cum inside of you. Miguel pulls out, admiring the sight of you on the counter with his cum leaking out of you.
He pulls on his clothes and leans in to kiss you. “This is how it should be,” he says. “You better be ready for me next time, no nonsense.”
“Yes, sir.”
He smirks at your submission. “Good girl,” he says, and disappears into the night.
#spiderman#spider man 2099#spider man 2099 x you#spider man 2099 x reader#spiderverse x reader#spider man 2099 smut#miguel ohara#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel o’hara x you#miguel o’hara#miguel o’hara smut#smut#x you#x reader#miguel spiderverse#miguel x you#miguel x reader#miguel smut
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Hii! I love your fics!! May I please request a oneshot where yami's squad member (y/n) turns into a baby / child (whichever is better), and brings her to the captains ' meeting as he has no other choice? (y/n) calls everyone dad / mom and it makes them all super soft for her? like yami is first annoyed then softens up, nozel is straight up rude as usual but everyone glares at him for that (cause they're so protective of her already uwu) and he ends up being soft for her too. idk, this was a 2 am thought im sorry!! thank you for taking requests 😭💞
Hiya anon! No worries 2am thoughts are always fine and fun, tbh I tend to get them a lot myself 😆! Aw thank you so much I’m so glad you like my fics, and you’re welcome, I enjoy taking requests! It gives me something fun and different to do 🥰! Of course you may and I hope you all enjoy~!
Word Count: 1,325
Warnings: None
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Yami didn’t know how this happened, she was fine when she left on a mission with Asta and Noelle, but when they all came back she was a baby! When he asked them what the hell happened Asta and Noelle explained that it was the bad guys magic; he could make people really old, or really young!
Yami had ordered them to take her back to the mage and force him to change her back but Noelle explained that they tried, but the mage said his spell would only wear off in 24 hours. So for now…they were stuck with her being a toddler!
She was still able to walk at least, talking on the other hand…well she was only able to say a handful of words, mainly ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’. Which kind of bothered Yami since he didn’t want to be called ‘daddy’ by a member of his squad, but she wasn't really eager to learn ‘Yami’ at the moment he would have to deal with it for now.
Yami fully intended to leave her at the squad as he went to a Captain’s meeting, but when Yami began to ask who wanted to be in charge of their toddler squadmate every single Black Bull scattered like leaves in a gust of wind.
Which was how he ended up in his current situation; in the Captain’s meeting room, with his toddler squadmate sitting in his lap, as the other Captain’s ‘oohed’ and ‘awwed’ over her.
“ Aw look how adorable she is! I didn’t know you had a baby Yami!” Dorothy said as she began to use her Glamour World magic to create small toys to keep her entertained. Charlotte crossed her arms as she looked at the child.
‘Yami had a child?! Why didn’t he say anything? Does that mean he’s married or has a committed partner? Or is the child a product of a one night stand? Yami doesn’t seem to be the type to do that though, so he must have someone! Why didn’t he say anything, I’m so jealous of her, why didn’t I confess to him sooner?!’ Charlotte’s mind raced as she stared at the little girl, she didn’t look like Yami, but that could easily be explained away. The girl looked at Charlotte with wide eyes before she smiled brightly and reached her arms out towards the Briar mage.
“ Mommy?” She asked cutely before her smile widened. “ Mommy!”
Charlotte and Dorothy’s hearts quickly melted and they both couldn’t help but say ‘How Cute~!’. Yami sighed and shook his head.
“ The Prickly Princess ain’t your mom, and I’m not her dad. She’s a member of my squad who got turned into a toddler on a mission earlier. The other brats took off running when I asked them to baby sit her.” Yami explained as he held the small girl still. She looked up at him with a pout but did stop moving.
“ I see, so how long will she be like this?” Fuegoleon asked as he placed a thoughtful hand under his chin, the girl looked at him for a moment before her bright smile returned.
“ Daddy!” She shouted brightly and with a giggle, Fuegoleon’s brows raised in surprise and a small smile appeared on his face.
“ I’m sorry to say that I’m not your father little one.” Fuegoloen told her gently as he patted her on the head, the little girl pouted.
“ She seems to only be able to say ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’, which makes sense since she’s only like 1 or 2.” Yami said in an unsure tone, Rill tilted his head.
“ I think she’s closer to a year and a half! Babies are generally able to walk by the time they’re one, and can talk in short sentences by the age of two, so logically she should be somewhere in between since she can walk but not really talk!” Rill said thoughtfully as he stared at the young girl.
“ How the hell do you know that kid?” Jack asked with a frown and Rill suddenly laughed sheepishly.
“ Me and my squad sometimes volunteer at the orphanages in the city and the sisters explained it to me when I tried to have a group of kids tell me about their paintings.” Rill explained and the others nodded.
The little girls eyes moved to Nozel, who was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed and arms crossed, ignoring her effectively.
“ Daddy…?” She asked hesitantly and Nozel’s eyes shot open and he glared coldly at her.
“ I’m not your father, and I wish you would refrain from calling me that.” He told the girl, his tone as cold as ice, the little girl jumped for a moment before her eyes welled up with tears.
The girl began to cry and wail at the top of her lungs, everyone glared openly at Nozel.
“ What the hell did you do that for braid boy?!” Yami asked as he and the others tried to console the toddler and Nozel’s eyes widened a bit.
“ Geez Nozel she’s just a baby, can’t you be just a little nicer with her?” Dorothy asked as she put her hands on her hips and had a angry look on her face. Nozel’s cheeks turned a shade of pink and he looked away.
“ Don’t listen to him brat,” Yami said to the toddler as he gently patted her head. “ You can call of us ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ as much as you like. And ignore him.” Yami instructed them as his hand moved away from her head and began to wipe away her tears.
“ Yeah! Nozel’s just jealous because he doesn’t have a cool baby of his own!” Rill said as he crossed his arms, and Jack looked over at the Silver Eagles Captain.
“ Even I’m not that big of a jerk to kids bird boy.” He muttered with a shake of his head, Nozel sighed loudly before turning to look at them all.
“ I’m not jealous and I’m not angry at the child!” Nozel shouted accidentally, causing everyones eyes to widen. “ It’s just…” He glanced over at Dorothy, and she suddenly realized why he was acting the way he was.
Seeing that little girl was bringing up a lot of painful memories for him, so all he knew to do was lash out in order to hide his true emotions.
“ It’s just that a Captain’s meeting is no place for a child as young as her. Here, we talk about and see so many terrible things that it could easily traumatize someone as young as her for life. Don’t you think it would be better for her to remain innocent to the horrors of the world just a little longer?” Nozel asked with a sigh.
“ Uh, she’s already seen the horrors of the world remember? She’s actually a Magic Knight?” Yami pointed out in confusion, causing Nozel’s face to turn a brighter red.
“ Nozel does have a point. A Captain’s meeting is no place for a young child,” Fuegoloen agreed before he reached out to take her from Yami. “ So I suggest that she stay with Marx for the time being, and once the meetings over Yami can take her back. Alright?” He watched as all the others nodded and he carefully carried the child through the doors and to Marx.
The meeting ended fairly quickly and now Yami was heading back to the Black Bulls Hideout. After being full of energy all day she had finally wore herself out and was sound asleep in Yami’s arms. He chuckled a bit as he looked down at her, as much as he didn’t want to babysit her at first, he had to admit it was a nice change of pace and he was actually going to miss her being this small.
At least until she woke up and began to torment everyone again, then he wouldn’t be able to wait until she transformed back into her normal self again.
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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!
#asks#anon🌟#black clover#black clover fanfic#black clover fanfiction#black clover oneshot#black clover x reader#black clover x y/n#black clover x you#sukehiro yami#yami sukehiro#nozel silva#dorothy unsworth#charlotte roselei#rill boismortier#jack the ripper#fuegoleon vermillion
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Hobie Brown Headcannons
I have some horrible brain rot for this man and I need to let it out somehow, so uh. Here you go ig.
Hobie Brown x gn!Reader
I think the whole fandom can agree when I say this man is Protective. Not in a suffocating way, no he would never, but in an observant way. He always has an eye on you and if you signal that you need his help he always, (and I mean always) comes in swinging. No one messes with his favorite person.
He’s generally pretty observant, but when it comes to you it seems like he’s somehow even more so. If you need help getting something off a high shelf he’s behind you getting it down for you with a small smirk and a kiss to the top of your head before you can even say anything. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re capable, he knows you are. His love language is just acts of service. And he loves you a lot.
He’ll also help you out in other ways. If you happen to be a person who gets a period he will know your schedule like the back of his hand. And if you’re cursed with irregular ones he’ll somehow know before you even do when you’re gonna start (spidey-sense anyone?). He’ll come prepped with your sanitary device of choice as well as chocolate, sweets, and anything else you may need.
On a similar theme this man is firm believer in cuddles. He needs them or else he is incapable of functioning. How is he supposed to go deal with idiots if he hasn’t received his dose of love? He can’t. That’s how.
As said previously this man is tall, (6’3) and fairly spindly too. When you cuddle this man is going to be wrapped around you like a pretzel. His arms will be around your waist, you can’t tell where your legs end and his begin, and your chests will be pressed up right next to one another. Good luck if you need to get up to pee. You will not be getting up until this man has woken up enough to realize what you’re trying to do. And even then probably not. Hope you have a bladder of steel cause you’ll be needing it.
When you do finally get this man out of bed, I can see him being the one to cook. He’s not a great chef by any means but he’s not half bad either. You won’t see him making anything fancy but he has perfected the art of simple yet delicious meals. I saw someone else head-cannon that this man makes a delicious oatmeal and I couldn’t agree more. This man makes the best oatmeal you’ve ever tasted.
On the note of food, dates! This man loves taking you out on the town, but only small locally owned places! No contributing to capitalism here! If you’re new to London you’re lucky cause you just scored yourself the best tour guide in town! He’ll show you all the best pubs, small ones tucked away in alleyways. Best places to watch the sun set over the skyline, hangout spots, picnics, this man knows it all and he will gladly share his knowledge with you!
After all is said and done and he’s done showing you around the city, chances are he’s gonna have to suddenly disappear on a… very long bathroom trip. What do you mean you saw Spider-Punk swinging by the window two seconds after he left? What a coincidence!
Seriously though, this man hates lying to you and will refrain from doing so in anyway he can. He might not outright tell you he’s spider-punk, but he won’t not tell you if that makes sense. I’ve seen multiple other people head-cannon that he’ll just leave little hints around and wait for you to connect the dots and I whole-heartedly agree. He knows that you’re smart and he has faith you’ll figure it out quickly.
Once you do figure it out and confront him a considerable weight has lifted from his shoulders. He hates hiding things from you, lying to you about why he disappears for considerable amounts of time. And now that you know he doesn’t have to!
In all seriousness be prepared to be awoken at 2am from tapping on your window. When you open it Hobie falls in, in his Spider-Punk suit, 12 different shades of black and blue and coated in blood. This happens multiple times a month. You’ll get used to it. Probably.
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A/N: Welp first time writing for Hobie… Let me know what you think! I’m very unsure about his characterization. Although it’s very hard to write him well cause they gave him SO little screen time 😭 I’m in the trenches over here trying to do this man Justice.
#key writing#across the spiderverse#spiderman atsv#atsv x reader#hobie brown atsv#hobie x you#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x you#hobie x reader#atsv fanfiction#atsv x you#spider punk#spiderverse#spiderpunk x reader#spiderpunk x you#Ughhhhh words cannot DESCRIBE how much I love him#This is just pure word vomit but I had to get it out
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for once in my life, let me get what i want. [battinson]
please ignore my shit tenses | wc: 780(?)
You’ve never been one to ask for more beyond what you’re given. Your feet are always impossibly cold and your smile is missing from your face these days. Winter’s hard enough as it is. You didn’t know how to feel about the mysterious man dressed up as a bat, running around at night to fight crime.
You’ve heard what this mysterious vigilante does to the rogue criminals he catches. You’ve even witnessed his brutality a few times, thankfully never aimed at you. He saved you once. You were walking home, with your cold feet and blank expression, and a group of men had jumped out of a nearby alley. You had thought, ‘oh fuck, here we go again,’ and prepared to hand over your meagre possessions. You had not anticipated the fearsome vigilante materialising out of nowhere, throttling the living daylights out of all the men until they cowered in fear. You had watched, dumbfounded, as he picked up your small, bright pink purse and handed it to you.
You almost wanted him to keep it, if only for the comical juxtaposition.
So, no, you don’t know how to feel about him. Gratitude is a motivating factor but, nowadays, you barely feel anything at all. You certainly don’t feel anything when he takes your cold hand the second time you meet (another mugging foiled) and awkwardly massages it.
“For the circulation,” He growls softly.
You hum and let him massage your hand.
The citizens of Gotham call him “the Batman”, or simply “the Bat”. Sometimes they’ll call him “Vengeance” with a capital V, but nobody answers when you ask why.
You’re not native to Gotham, but you’re not from a city which was its polar opposite either. The gloomy weather and gothic architecture is a welcome reminder of the home you unwillingly left behind.
The third time you meet him, you feel braver than before. “You ever heard of the PJ Masks?” You ask softly, watching as he delivers a harsh blow to an unconscious thug (muggings are very common in Gotham, especially when they can sense that you’re not from here). He glances back at you, his lips pursed and his eyes smeared with dark eyeliner. You wish you could take off the cowl and see his full expression.
“I haven’t,” He says softly. His voice is jarring to listen to. You can tell he’s a man of few words so whenever he speaks, you are enthralled. You don’t know why. What sort of lunatic would be fascinated by a bat vigilante?
Lunatics like you.
“It’s a good show. Reminds me of you,” You say. Your lips don’t curl up in a smile but it’s a near thing. Your feet feel warmer today.
He’s a man who talks little, but he humours you anyway. “Must be good then.” You think you imagine the minute twitch of his lips as he turns away, his fearsome cape dripping with droplets of rain and blood. You watch him go.
Your hands are still cold.
The fourth time you encounter him makes you feel as if he’s started to keep tabs on you specifically. There’s no reason for the fearsome Bat to be lurking outside the 7/11 closest to your little apartment at 2am, but he is there. There’s no thievery to put an end to and no criminals for him to terrify. There is just you and the bright lights of the 7/11 and the jalapeños-and-cheese baked concoction in your hands. Your eyes are glimmering in the artificial light as you break off a piece.
You offer it to him, a small smile playing on your lips. He takes it from you slowly, as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt you. Your feet are cosy and warm tonight. He doesn’t smile back but he does stand next to you all night. Gotham is quiet tonight. It’s a blessing in disguise for you both.
The last time you meet him, you are hurting all over. There is blood sliding down your face and your vision is blurred, but you know it’s him when someone takes your hand. He rubs your hand soothingly.
“For the… circulation… right?” You croak out. It’s hard to talk with chapped lips and broken teeth.
He doesn’t respond. His grip on your hand tightens.
Some upcoming villain in Gotham decided to launch a nefarious attack in the city centre. You were caught in the crossfire, as were many other civilians. But it’s you whom he chooses to comfort, and it’s you whom he clings onto as you fade away.
Your hand goes limp in his grasp. It’s cold.
But there’s a smile on your face and your feet are warm.
#battinson#battinson x reader#battinson x you#the batman#bruce wayne#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x you#gender neutral reader#batman#dc comics#angst#deftones#batman x reader#dc x reader#batman x you#dc x you#tumblr please don’t make me use y/n thanks#shit what else do i put now#please please please let me get what I want#mood#happy reading???#not beta read not edited not anything just raw form
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Angst Simon x reader
Old draft I finished at 2am, does it make sense? Idk not really, do I care? Also no bc I lowkey kinda love it. Alway idk rlly know how to end this so send some ideas in on how you think it should end bc I’m torn bro
ALSO ig im back for now! after months...hehehe 😅
You’ve done long distance relationships, and they’re hard. Much harder than most people think them to be. But whatever you have, going with Simon is harder.
You don’t know what he does for a living, or why he leaves you for months on end, only to come for a month or two (at the most) and leave in the middle of the night. He doesn’t say goodbye, doesn’t even say hello.
One morning you’ll wake up and he’ll be there, arms wrapped around you, and his chest rising and falling steadily. And then the next morning he’ll be gone, leaving you to wake up to a cold bed and no idea of where he’s gone off to or when he’ll be back. Sometimes he’ll leave a warm breakfast in the microwave in apology, or a boquete of flowers. Other times you get nothing, and he vanishes without a trace.
Once he’s gone you don’t hear from him for months until he gets back. Until he shows up in your bed again, on a random, sunny morning. That may just be the hardest part.
You respect his need for privacy, never pushing him to tell you what he does or where he goes. If he wants to tell you he will, but sometimes you can’t help but wonder if he’s even really real or you’re just hallucinating it all. It quite literally feels like you’re dating a ghost.
But for now, you pretend like the jarring nightmares he has are normal, or the excessive amounts of scars that paint his body aren’t there. For now, you keep the bubbling curiosity you feel strapped down and tucked away.
Whatever you have with Simon isn’t too hard, not on a day-to-day basis, but sometimes it gets harder.
Some days you go through the day, every cell in your body aching to see him, hear him, smell him, touch him, and taste him. Other days it comes randomly, often before bed, as an animistic need for him with you that bubbles under your skin, trying to claw it way out, only to be satisfied by him. Those nights you go to sleep hoping - no praying - for some miracle to bring him back to you. To wake up the next morning with him at your side.
Most times your prayers go unheard. Leaving you to wake up in an empty bed again, and the need for something as simple as his presence unsatisfied.
Rarely though, are your prayers answered and you’re awoken to the sound of soft breathing next to you, and the weight of his arms around your waist and the comforting warmth that radiates from him and envelops you. Today is one of those rare days.
You watch his sleeping form, your heart swelling with gratitude and love. You shift closer to him, burying your head into his chest and inhaling deeply, trying to get enough of him to last you a century. In his arms all your worries and stress, and everything bad disappears. You can already feel it all melting away. You feel relieved. It makes you want to cry – no it does make you cry.
Simon wakes to your trembling body and silent sobs. At first, he simply shoves his face deeper into the crook of your neck with a small groan, placing gentle kiss to the skin. After a moment though, everything starts to come into focus, and he becomes aware of the quiet sound of sniffing and shaking figure in his arms. He pulls away quickly, suddenly more alert and completely awake as worry and fear course through him.
“Darling?” The pet name slips through his teeth so easily, the roughness of sleep adding to his already deep voice and for some reason it only makes you cry harder. “Darling what's wrong?” He asks worriedly. You sniff, choking on your own tears as you attempt to respond.
“I c-cant do this anymore Simon.”
He frowns, his stomach dropping at your words, “Do what?” he asks.
“This,” you emphasize, “The never knowing where you are or when you're going to come home, or if you're even going to come home in the first place!” another sob escapes you, “it's too much for me. I-I mean sometimes it's okay but other times it's just so unbearable! I just can't do it anymore.” you cry
Hes silent, unsure of what to say to comfort you. He knew this arrangement was rough on you. He’d thought he’d been protecting you by not telling you the truth about his work, but he wasn’t sure telling you now would make things any better.
His body seems to have a mind of its own and he find himself reaching for you, pulling you into his lap and easing you both down as he sushs you gently.
“I know love, I know,” he cooes, but your quieting sobs are the only response to his weak attempts of comfort that he desperately hopes hide how torn he is on what to do. He listens to your breathing as it evens out and your body relaxes against his as you drift back to sleep, but he knows he isn't getting a single wink for a while.
#urmomschocolatemilk#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#call of duty#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#x reader#141 x reader#ghost x reader#modern warfare 2#angst#cod fanfic
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A Dirty Little Secret Pt. 2
Summary: Having a crush on your roommate who was the fuckboy of your university was bad enough, but what gets worse is when he brings other women home and you secretly masturbated upon hearing them that night, wishing it were you instead. But how will it unfold when Seonghwa finds out?
Warnings/Genre: smut. Fuckboy!seonghwa. Dom!seonghwa. Submissive reader. Dirty talk. Inexperienced reader. Masturbation. Fingering. Angst. Praising.
Word Count: 5K
Pt.1
PLEASE STOP READING IF YOU DON’T LIKE THESE TYPE OF FAN-FICTIONS! (SMUT AHEAD! MINORS DNI)
She then starts crawling towards Seonghwa as the group grows silent.
Your chest grew heavier because what she said was indeed the truth. You weren’t experienced, you literally laid back there while Seonghwa barely touched you and you were already wanting more from him.
Not even knowing if he actually enjoyed it at all. Your face turns gloomy as the thumping in your chest doesn’t go away.
“Why don’t we have Seonghwa rate Sola’s kiss vs. her?”
One of the other girls spoke out and you felt so called out, you hated how you couldn’t say anything back, but deep down you knew you weren’t good enough
You wanted to get out of here, and that’s what you did.
“I have to go.” You quickly stood up, not sparing anyone a glance and grabbed your bag. You ran as fast as you could, not looking back at all.
“Y/n!” You hear Jongho’s voice call out to you, but you were too embarrassed to turn back now.
The group starts getting chaotic as the other boys were confused and the girls start talking over one another.
“Kiss! Kiss!” It is all that can be heard as you slam the door shut, running away as quick as you can.
*10 minutes later*
You took a deep breath once you were away from Jongho’s house, already reaching your shared apartment.
“Y/N!” Jongho catches up to you and your tears begin falling from your eyes again. “I want to be alone for now…” You tell him, slowly walking away and he lets you go, knowing he can’t stop you.
It was probably around 2am when you woke up, feeling thirsty after crying your eyes out. You squint your eyes, trying to make sense of the dark room and slowly made your way to open the door.
Your bedroom is directly faced to the livingroom and the moment you opened it, you made eye contact with the devil himself.
Seonghwa was silently flipping through the channels while he laid on the sofa looking tirelessly.
Fuck! You can’t just shut the door anymore and so you acted like nothing happened, you had to be quick.
You played off the small eye contact and walked into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and looking for a bottle of water.
You bent over to look inside the refrigerator to really confirm that there was no more water. You then sighed in frustration as Seonghwa mumbled something.
“Huh?” You looked up to see him waving a waterbottle. “Last one.”
You gulped and almost choked on your barely existent saliva. “Give it to me.” You shut the refrigerator door and was on a mission to get that water.
You tried snatching it away from his hands, but he moved it towards a different direction. “I drank it already.” He explains, but your throat didn’t give a shit about that.
“Okay and?” You swiftly got a hold of the waterbottle and succeeded in retrieving it. You downed that bottle like it was your last and finally exhaled after the last drop.
You wiped your lips and looked down at Seonghwa who seems to be very quiet now.
You looked down and then realized that you were only wearing a t-shirt and panties, not even knowing how long Seonghwa must’ve stared at you.
Your eyes widened as your cheeks started to get warmer from blushing so hard. “Are you trying to tease me?” Seonghwa’s fingers run through his messy hair as he keeps strict eye contact with your lower body, sending chills down your spine.
The memories of what you guys did in that room starts coming back to you, unfortunately also bringing back the humiliation you felt after the girls asked Seonghwa to rate your kiss with that girl. You dropped the waterbottle down to your side as an obvious pout forms on your lips.
You then looked up at him and notice a hickey on his collarbone, further confirming that they made out once you were gone from Jongho’s house. You glared at the bruise on his neck and Seonghwa could sense your withdrawal.
“Did you guys make out?” Your mouth is saying shit before you can even let it process in your brain first. You internally slap yourself, feeling stupid for asking in the first place.
“What are you talking about?” Seonghwa seems to be taking an interest in your question and looks like he’s even enjoying it?
“Seonghwa, you know who.” Your words slurred a little as you started playing with your fingers to distract yourself from his intense gaze.
“Are you talking about when we were at Jongho’s house?” Seonghwa tilts his head and makes sure to do it in a way so that he would catch your attention. His whole existence makes you nervous goddamnit.
Silence prevailed as he waited for a response, pressuring you to nod at him helplessly.
Seonghwa lays back on the couch casually as he started chuckling and you were beginning to get impatient.
“What?” You responded with a little bit of attitude, because you don’t appreciate the way he’s handling this conversation.
“Kitten…” It’s that nickname again. You clearly know that he’s just saying that to lure you in, but the way it slips off his tongue so easily makes your body freeze in submission.
“If you stayed long enough you would’ve known that...” Seonghwa stands up from the couch and starts walking towards you, leaning downward so he could whisper in your ears, “...we didn’t kiss.” He leans away and you’re only a few inches away from kissing those lips once again.
You gulped at the sight of him, licking your lips discreetly, but Seonghwa’s watching you like a hawk so that scene makes him chuckle. However, you weren’t done with the conversation just yet.
“Then what’s that.” You point to the hickey and Seonghwa looks down to see the mark on his collarbone.
Like okay, Seonghwa is a fuckboy, but you never saw him with any marks from any of the girls he had slept with. You have heard others say that he doesn’t allow hickeys because he didn’t belong to anyone. He wanted that message to be out and clear, but why would he suddenly have marks on his body? It didn’t make sense.
Seonghwa gracefully touched the mark with his fingertips before grabbing onto your hand that was still pointing towards him.
“This?” He makes you touch the mark while locking eyes with you, never looking away once and you felt this urge of jealousy that was burning in your body.
How could he make you touch a mark that was made by another woman’s lips? You felt so disgusted and grossed out so you immediately broke away from him. “I don’t want to touch something so dirty.”
“Oh…dirty?” Seonghwa cocked an eyebrow, staring at you in disbelief. He then breaks into a dry and dark chuckle that made your heart drop.
“These hands…” He once again grabbed onto your fingers, ever so gently, however you knew it was far from that.
“They should be considered dirty too then.” Seonghwa had a mischievous smile on his lips that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
“Why are you bringing my fingers into this? It has nothing to do with you.” You frowned and made sure to look at him confidently, not knowing where he was getting at.
“Really?” He asks once again and you’re starting to feel nervous, blinking multiple times so you can avoid his eye contact.
“You played with yourself with these little fingers of yours, no?” The smile on his face completely disappears as his eyes narrowed down on you, making you feel so vulnerable under his threatening stares as he put you on the spot.
You gasped, eye widening as sweat came dripping down your face. He’s not talking about THAT night, right? You breathed heavily as your eyes started shaking in fear. How would he know that? You remember correctly that you had left for your room already.
“I see you recalled your actions.” Seonghwa licked his lips as he stared at your fingers intently, and it made your body burn in embarrassment. You hated how easily he could read you.
However, your panties were getting soaked to every words that came out of this man’s lips every second. The control and power he had over your body was immense.
“Don’t turn this on me.” You defended with a wavering voice, but you knew he had already won.
“Oh kitten, you should’ve seen the huge mess you made in the bathroom that night.” Seonghwa runs his fingertips against your thighs, biting his lips sensually as he stared down on you.
“...how your cum was all over the toilet seat…” He then plays with the strands of your hair so gently, but you knew he could destroy you if he wanted to and the curiosity of it was slowly killing you.
“It was just inviting me to come….” Seonghwa’s fingers grabbed onto your chin as he stared down at your shaking eyes. “..and fuck you dumb.”
The only thing you can sense from him was lust and sexual desires as you tried to steady your breathing.
You only stayed silent under his gaze, not able to speak at all because it was the truth. You desperately needed him, you couldn't deny it.
“You must’ve slept with your cunt dripping wet…” Seonghwa’s harsh words only turned you on even more as he began to pat your head nicely.
“Lay down, kitten.” Seonghwa tucks your hair behind your ears as you obeyed his orders obediently, wanting him to destroy you already.
“Good girl.” He combs your hair with his fingers and swiftly takes off your underwear altogether as you hiss at the cold air hitting your heated core, shyly closing your legs.
Seonghwa massages your thighs before slowly spreading them apart while keeping eye contact with you, “Don’t hide from me….” He leaves a trail of kisses against your thighs while capturing the faces you make when you’re under his touch, it was driving him crazy and you didn’t even know it.
“Beautiful…” Seonghwa’s tongue gracefully landed on your inner thighs, sucking and biting the area…just abusing the skin as it turned into dark hickeys.
“Hmm..” Your brows knitted together as you opened your mouth with a light gasp. It felt amazing, but it clearly wasn’t the spot you needed him and he knows that too. He deviously continues to suck your inner thighs before placing wet kisses to finish off the fresh marks.
“Seonghwa, I can’t anymore…please.” Your hips squirmed as he lifts his head up, making you whine at the loss of contact. “Here?”
He teases as his thumb makes direct contact on your clit, sending an amazing shock of pleasure through your body.
You nodded at the feeling and Seonghwa continued to tease your throbbing entrance with light taps of his fingers only. “Hmmm!” Your thighs clenched, but he keeps his grip on you strong so you can’t close it entirely and it was driving you crazy.
“You’re coating my fingers so well, kitten.” Seonghwa whispered into your ears, further teasing you as you whined in response.
“Hwa…” Your hands flew to your throbbing cunt, trying to relieve yourself, making Seonghwa glare at your fingers. He quickly pins them over your head before pushing two fingers into your cunt unannounced.
You gasped with pleasure as you started moving your own hips to match his pace. “So dirty…”
Seonghwa licks his lips and continues to watch you wither in a state of euphoria. “Couldn’t even wait patiently.” His voice was so deep as it echoed into your ears, but the problem was that he didn’t move at all. His fingers were now inside you, where you needed him most, but you were not satisfied.
You whined at the lack of movement from his fingers and he loved how you squirmed so much for him.
“Hwa…I want you.” Your chest heaved up as a sigh of frustration and droplets of sweat fell down from your face.
“Yeah?” Out of nowhere, Seonghwa suddenly thrusts his fingers inside of you, making you moan but he doesn’t let that go on for too long because he quickly takes out his fingers from your entrance entirely within seconds, leaving you completely helpless…and empty once again.
“Hwa!” You're a hot mess, sweating and breathing harshly, at the mercy of Seonghwa’s godly fingers, but fuck! You want him so bad.
“Do you think you deserve it?” Seonghwa whispered slowly, sending chills down your thighs as your body shook at the sound of his voice.
His fingers then rub against your folds in a circular motion that’s driving you over the edge, you could hear the sound of your own slick that were dripping out of yourself.
You whined at the lack of touch despite you being so ready for him.
Watching you shudder in obedience was a sight Seonghwa could only dream of, but now here you were….at the mercy of his fingers.
“Can’t cum yet, kitten.” Seonghwa sucks his fingers one more time, making sure you watch him coat his slender fingers with his own saliva and inserting them inside you ever so gently.
“Ahh…” you moaned, hands grabbing onto the sheets of your bed as your head shook from side to side, trying your best to stop yourself from climaxing because you wanted to prove to Seonghwa that you could last longer.
His hands moved in a vibrated motion that made you tightened around his fingers, not able to hold on any longer.
“I-I’m going to cum!” You warned him before staring into his flaring eyes, full of passion and he gave you a nod.
“Cum for me.” He commanded and that was the last thing you remembered before letting yourself go and falling into your own state of bliss.
You breathed heavily, sweating all over your body as Seonghwa takes his fingers out of you, licking every drop of it, not wasting anything.
“Fuck…” You whimpered at the scene of him cleaning his fingers from the mess you made and now you couldn’t wait to be filled up properly by him.
If he could make you feel this good with his fingers, how would it be if you two went through the whole process? You crave for more and become needier every passing second.
“What’s with that look?” Seonghwa grabs one of your thighs and you couldn’t help but moan a little at the slight friction. You were determined to take him as you stared at him desperately, giving him the wide kitten eyes so he’d give in to you.
“Ready for me?” Hwa teases while rubbing his sticky fingers against your folds, causing you to roll your head back in pleasure.
Your hips start grinding towards his touch and it made him chuckle. “You want me to fuck you now?” You bit your lips and nodded at his dirty question, but of course Seong fucking Hwa was not satisfied.
He shakes his head as one of his fingers comes up to trace your lips. “I wanna hear you say it, kitten.”
Seonghwa cocked an eyebrow as your cunt continued to throb for him.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you pouted at him. “I…I want you Seonghwa…”
You barely managed those words when he grabs your jaw in one palm, pulling your face towards his as he tilted his head slowly.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” The only look he had on his face right now was stoic and expressionless. You wanted to satisfy him and so you could only gulp before making eye contact with him again. “I’m ready for you to fuck me now.”
“Good kitten.” Seonghwa’s once cold features relaxes into a sly smile as he praises you and it felt encouraging to be acknowledged by him.
He takes you by your hand and you tilt your head in confusion, as to where he was taking you.
“You want me to fuck you here?” Seonghwa says so casually that it brings a blush to your cheeks, making you look around the area to see that y’all were only on the couch.
Not wanting to have your first time on a beat up couch, you nodded and followed him innocently.
He guides you to his room as he gently intertwined his fingers with yours before laying you down completely on the bed. “Seonghwa…”
“Hmm?” He hovers over your body and leans close to you so he can listen to what you have to say, sending butterflies to your tummy,
“I really want you…” You couldn’t look him in the eye and he wanted to assure you so he placed kisses on your face gently.
“Ready?” Hwa makes sure to ask one more time before proceeding and you wrap your arms around his neck, nodding for confirmation.
You could feel his tip at your entrance as he was rubbing it against your folds, gathering your juices as your toes curled in anticipation.
Seonghwa pushes himself inside as your smaller hands grasped onto his, “Hmmm…” You moaned at the strange feeling, but it felt so right to finally be with him.
Hwa slowly pushed himself inside even further, catching you off guard as you thought he was fully inside already.
Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he waited for you to give him the signal.
Seonghwa was so used to doing it however he wanted, but with you, he made you his first priority.
“Seonghwa…it feels good…” You barely let out as his full length was fully inside, giving your throbbing walls something to clench on.
“Fuck!” Seonghwa’s cock twitches inside you, causing you to slide yourself closer towards him and wanting more.
“Kitten, you’re squeezing me so perfectly.” He praises and you melted at those pretty words of his.
“This is mine.” Hwa demanded as he brought your legs over his shoulders and thrusts inside you sensually, sending you over the edge.
“Hwa! I-I’m coming!” You mumbled and were surprised to know that Seonghwa understood you.
He continued to thrust inside you at a fast pace, bringing the two of you to your climaxes.
Your body shook in pleasure as the feeling of euphoria took over. Seonghwa grunts beside you, moaning in your ears as he spills his hot cum all over your stomach.
“Shit.” Hwa finally says after he realizes what he did. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask-“
You dipped your fingers in his cum and took a taste of it, out of curiosity.
You licked it and upon tasting it, you make eye contact with him. Your innocent eyes and pure curiosity was killing him inside. He wanted to ruin your innocence if you’d let him.
It was then that you see the switch in Hwa’s eyes as he starts crawling over to you, hovering over your naked body.
“Only I can fuck you like this, got that?” Seonghwa cups your jaw with one hand and you start hiccuping, intimidated but also aroused by his presence.
“Hwa…you know I only want you-“ Seonghwa doesn’t waste any time kissing your lips and turning it into a small make out sesh.
Fuck. You’re scared that you might regret this decision later, but right now…all of that doesn’t matter because Park Seonghwa was holding you in his arms.
His hold on you was warm and cozy as you slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling nothing but warmth and love.
*A Few Weeks Later*
You were at a cafe chilling with some friends you made after getting paired up on a past assignment.
“I’ve been so busy, I haven’t been able to check up on y’all!” Ari says after taking a seat beside you as the waiter came to take your orders.
“It’s fine! We’ve all been busy!” Runa responded, waving her hand in front of her chest as you nodded.
“The usual?” The waiter asked, making eye contact with Runa as he smiled charmingly.
Ari and you elbowed one another like little girls who were having fun teasing their friend who was talking to her crush, snickering quietly.
“Yes…t-the usual.” Runa plays with her hair and you knew she was highly interested in this guy by the way she fluttered her eyes shyly.
“I’ll get a mocha latte.” Ari says, making the two of them break eye contact. You smirked and cocked an eyebrow towards Runa and you can see her face turning into the color of a tomato.
“And I’ll get a _____. Thank you.” You finished your sentence as he grabbed the menu from you and walked away.
The three of you immediately start giggling as Ari starts pressing for Runa to spill the tea!
“Excuse me? The usual?! Miss girl, how long have you been coming here to the point where he can recognize you?” Ari shook her hands excitedly as you anticipated for Runa’s answer.
“I just came by a few times because it’s right next to where I work.” Runa looks away as the both of you start chuckling in disbelief
. “A few times…” You sarcastically repeated after her and Ari shook her head with a smile.
“We saw how y’all looked at each other.” You whispered to them both as the guy passed by to deliver the drinks for other customers sitting nearby.
“There’s literally nothing to explain guys. I just come here pretty often and he just…somehow remembers me.” Runa explains once more, shifting in her seat as Ari pats her head.
“And here we thought she was gonna be single forever.” You giggled at Ari’s comment as Runa starts to playfully act like she was gonna fight y’all.
“Here are your drinks.” The guy comes back as the three of y’all quiet down and thanked him.
You could see the lingering eyes he had for her. It made you wonder if Seonghwa could ever look at you like that too. Wishing how’d it be if Seonghwa only had eyes for you…..
“So what about you?” Ari takes a sip of her drink as the two of them shift their focus onto you, catching you off guard.
“H-huh?” You snapped out of it and looked at them confusingly.
“Do you have anyone you’re interested in?” Ari pressed on further as you can only blink blankly at her.
“Or anyone that you’re seeing?” Runa decides to join in on the fun now since it wasn’t focused on her anymore. Shit. How you wished you didn’t tease Runa about her and the guy.
You didn’t have the guts to say anything because you knew the relationship status of you and Seonghwa. You didn’t have the right to mention him because he isn’t yours….
“No one.” You shook your head quickly and took a sip of your drink, trying to look away to avoid any further questions.
“Y/n, you can’t lie to save your own life.” Ari jokes, leaning her body towards you.
“No, it’s just that you look much happier. Your eyes are glowing with a spark I’ve never seen before and you’re smiling a lot!” Runa adds, making you feel much more anxious because it made you realize that this relationship you have with Seonghwa would just be a phase.
You and Seonghwa never made it official. He never said anything and you didn’t want to press further because you were scared. You were scared that he’d drop you the moment you asked for confirmation.
Without this solid relationship, you didn’t have the confidence to say that Seonghwa was yours. You couldn’t….
“Seriously guys, there is no one.” You lied once again, knowing that if you told them the truth they’d tell you to get away from Seonghwa and that was the last thing you wanted to do.
A few hours went by and the two of them were about to go home, waving goodbye to the both of them as they got into Runa’s car.
“Are you sure you don’t want a lift?” Runa asked one last time, worried that you’d be alone at night but you nodded, making sure that you’re fine.
“Yeah! I’m actually heading somewhere with another friend. See ya next time.” You waved at them and Ari waved back as Runa started driving away.
You lowered your hand that was waving towards them down to your side, feeling guilty and the pressure slowly seep in.
After that night with Seonghwa, nothing has changed much…except that now it seems like the two of you were fuck buddies.
He’d come home and y’all would talk and cuddle, then fuck. It was like a cycle. Neverending.
After meeting with Ari and Runa, it really brought you back to reality.
In the end of the day, you didn’t want to be used by Seonghwa. Even thought you liked him very much, you couldn’t continue to lie to yourself anymore.
You stumbled upon a bar and your feet just took you right in as you sat by the bar, ordering whatever was on the special menu.
You don’t remember how much you’ve drank anymore, you just kept downing cups after cups.
“Y/n?” You hear someone say your name, but you didn’t give two shits at this point.
“Bottoms up!” You down the last cup on your hand and finished it all in one gulp.
“Yah! You’re gonna get drunk again!” The man takes away the alcohol from you, stopping you from drinking more.
“Who are you?” You looked at him and closely examined him, although the background looked hazy and blurry, you could make out who it was.
“YUNHO!” You clapped happily and hugged him, dragging his tall body towards you from the neck as Yunho started choking.
He somehow unwrapped himself from your grabby hands and cuffed them together with his own. “Why are you drinking alone? What if someone just took advantage of you?” He scolded and you shrugged, trying your best to squirm away from his grasp.
“But you’re here now right? Just take me home like last time.” You pretended to gasp, making Yunho look over his shoulders and you took the opportunity to down another drink, wanting to just drown yourself in alcohol as you stress over the thoughts of you and Seonghwa.
“Yah! You sneaky little!” Yunho shook his head as you stuck out your tongue at him, making him have to step away and calm himself down.
“Let’s go.” He grabbed you and you didn’t really have the power to fight back. Even your body gave up on you, you knew you were tired and needed sleep.
Yunho opened the passenger’s seat and you climbed in, resting your head on the window as you hear Yunho get in.
“What is she yapping about. I didn’t take her home last time.” Yunho states confusingly before starting the engine.
“Yes you did, stupid. During you party…”
“Why would I leave my own party to take you home, idiot.”
“Huh!? But that doesn’t add up to what Jongho told me…”
“Well, I was going to take you home but Seonghwa just took you away stating that you both were roommates anyways so I figured that’d be fine.”
“So….you’re telling me I wasn’t dreaming?”
*Flashback* Cue
“WHAT THE FUCK!” You were so shocked you almost became sober.
You literally confessed to Seonghwa, kissed him and….No wonder he was saying it wasn’t your first kiss at Jongho’s house. Everything was adding up.
You shook your head, covering your face out of embarrassment while Yunho tries to calm you down, but this only makes you think deeper. If you confessed to Seonghwa then how come he hasn’t made it official with you? Or said anything about it?
You mouth dropped as you tried to take your seatbelt off. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going back in-”
Yunho was tired of your shit so he sped up and didn’t let your ass leave till he reached your shared apartment.
The vision of the hazy road became blurry until it all faded to black and you were out.
A little while later, you felt a soft warm towel, gently scrubbing your neck as you slightly opened your eyes to see Seonghwa washing you off.
You gasp and immediately sat up, covering yourself as Seonghwa held onto your hand.
“Why didn’t you let me know that you’d be out so late?” His voice was so gentle, if you didn’t know him, you’d think he was the sweetest thing for asking this.
“I don’t have to.” You words were sharp and cold, emotionless because of your broken heart.
“Y/n, you had me so worried and you didn’t even answer your phone too.” Hwa holds onto your shoulders, making you face him but you could only look away.
“Don’t.” Your tears were threatening to all from your eyes as your breath became unsteady.
“Don’t say stuff like that when we both know that you don’t want me.” You pushed his hands away from you body and turned away from his gaze.
“What are you talking about? I do want you.” Seonghwa kisses your hands, giving you his big pouty eyes. However, you knew in your heart that he doesn’t mean it like the same way you do.
“I don’t want to only be used by you.” You break away from him, folding your arms in your chest.
“I want to call you mine and be yours only. I don’t want to have to share you or compete with others to get your attention.” You finally turned towards him, feeling the confidence to look up at him as you were stating what you needed.
“I want a relationship where I can confidently tell others about. I want us to be a conversation where we can see a future within. Not something that’s just in the moment.”
Seonghwa’s brows furrowed sadly as he gave you the most sorrowful look you could imagine. That breaks the wall to your heart as tears start falling down from your eyes.
Fuck. You knew it. He didn’t want to commit to this relationship. You covered your eyes as silence prevailed, nothing but only an embrace?
You looked up to see Seonghwa wrapping you in his arms, tightly holding you so close. “I’m sorry if I ever made you think that way.”
Seonghwa grabs you by your cheeks, kissing your tears away as he whispered sweet nothings into your ears. “It’s my fault you’re thinking that way. I should’ve told you I love you.”
You looked at him taken aback and unsure of it all. Seonghwa kisses your forehead before settling on holding your hands. “I thought you were already mine from that night.”
Seonghwa picks you up by wrapping his hands around legs, right under you butt cheeks, laying you back on the bed.
“I was already in love with you, Y/n…”
“The way you’d get up in the morning with only a shirt and panties. It always drove me so crazy….” Seonghwa kisses you, placing your hands beside you.
“The way you’d giggle over the stupidest thing I’d say…It was the cutest thing.” He plants kisses on your cheeks once more and you felt so showered in love and attention.
“But why didn’t you say anything….” You asked, a little bit bothered on why he kept your drunk confession a secret.
“It was cute seeing you get frustrated over a hickey you made.” Seonghwa laughed and your eyes widened.
So he’s telling you that YOU were the one to made that hickey on his neck? AND he let you?!
You squealed a little as the confirmation from the hickey made you realize that he had let you in his heart from that night you confessed to him already.
You finally took the initiative to peck his lips shyly, making him smile mischievously.
“That was barely a kiss….” Seonghwa teases and you knew that from now on you could rightfully call him yours.
“Mine.” You touched his luscious lips before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him more properly this time..knowing you had all the time in the world.
“Love you. Kitten.” Seonghwa places a kiss to your forehead, making you smile like it was the best day of your life. You’re so fucking glad Seonghwa found out what you did that night.
Although, it started out as an embarrassing secret…it led you two to be where y’all are right now. You couldn’t be more grateful.
“Now go to sleep. I’m taking you somewhere tomorrow!” Seonghwa puts you to sleep, but you got too excited upon hearing that.
“Where are we going!?” You sat up, eyes widening as you waited for his answer.
Seonghwa chuckled before patting your head gently, “It’s a secret, my love…..”
The End!!!!
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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 12)
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notes: short, but i’m tired and have a migraine so i apologize
y/ndevils00
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y/ndevils00 HAPPY 1989 (TAYLOR’S VERSION) DAY!!! I HOPE YOU’RE ALL STREAMING IT AND LOVING THE VAULT TRACKS AS MUCH AS I AM!!!
AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, AN INSANELY HAPPY 22ND BIRTHDAY TO MY VERY BESTEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD, MY PUPPY, MY SWEETHEART, MY BESTIE NUMBER 1, DAWSON! YOU’RE TAYLOR SWIFT AGE NOW!!
oh yeah, and happy Devils game day too, i guess.
lucifer’s favorite children won 5-4 against the water buffalo’s tonight!
we got 2 great goals in the first period from Holtzy (not pictured because he’s being punished for his comments on tuesday) and my sweet swedish fish, Jesper! they served tonight!
and in second period we got the first out of two goals from Haula hoop! his second goal coming in the third period! my favorite uncle also almost got a hatty, but his stick broke :( criminal! it’s okay, he got the hatty in my eyes AND in my heart, and that’s the only hatty that matters! 🫶
and finally, before we got to holla for Haula-back girl’s second, we got a goal from my amazing, one-of-a-kind, brilliantly spectacular, so babygirl, the guy who stayed up until 2am on a game night and spun me around the house while we listened to 1989 (TV), everyone’s favorite, JACKY!!! this goal brought him up to 18 points in 7 games, which is 9 less games than it took him last season! i’m so proud of you, babygirl! you’re a star and you’re shining your light!
p.s. connor clifton, i am under your bed. seriously, i know where you live.
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jackhughes i love you, my beautiful girl ♥️ thank you for your praise and for being my biggest fan
y/ndevils00 oh? i love you too, sweet boy
jackhughes okay, good, now that that’s done, STOP THREATENING PEOPLE
y/ndevils00 YOU TRICKED ME INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY!
jackhughes i had to! you don’t listen to me!
y/ndevils00 :(
jackhughes yeah, i’m not nico, that doesn’t work on me
y/ndevils00 RATS!
ehaula i would like to get a real hatty
y/ndevils00 no! you get the hatty in my heart and you appreciate it!
ehaula i don’t wanna
y/ndevils00 you’re an ungrateful uncle
ehaula and you’re a bossy niece
y/ndevils00 I AM NOT! @/kristen.haula AUNT KRISTEN, TELL HIM I’M NOT!
kristen.haula she’s not!
ehaula i rest my case
user19 the last jack picture 🥹
y/ndevils00 that was the product of me yelling “SMILE FOR THE PICTURE, BABYGIRL!”
jackhughes i thought the picture would come out better
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes i can’t help it, your smile makes me shaky
jesperbratt i got a goal and i served!
y/ndevils00 you got a GREAT goal! i wanna carry you around with me everywhere, do you think nicole would allow it?
jesperbratt i’ll ask!
jesperbratt she says split custody, you can only have weekends
y/ndevils00 hmm i’ll agree to those terms
dawson1417 ITS MY DAY OF BIRTH! THANK YOU, BESTIE NUMBER 3!!
y/ndevils00 DID YOU LIKE YOUR CAKE OF YOUR FACE?!
dawson1417 I LOVED IT!! IT LOOKED JUST LIKE ME!
y/ndevils00 I KNEW IT! I KNEW I DID GOOD!
john.marino97 that cake looked nothing like you?
dawson1417 @/john.marino97 shhh be nice!
john.marino97 i mean, that cake looked just like you! y/n should go into art!
john.marino97 okay, say it, i’m mentally prepared, i can take it
y/ndevils00 you did so well! i’m proud of you and your assist!
john.marino97 wait what?
john.marino97 that’s not what i was expecting
y/ndevils00 i’m feeling nice, don’t push it!
john.marino97 if you’ll excuse me, i have a quick call to make
y/ndevils00 to who?
y/ndevils00 MARINARA, WHY AM I GETTING A CALL FROM *HIM*
john.marino97 i may have pre-tattled
nicohischier i’ll be fine, y/n. no need to threaten!
y/ndevils00 THAT WAS A DIRTY HIT?? ALL THE NEED TO THREATEN!
nicohischier i appreciate that you care for me and my wellbeing, but i’ll be okay
y/ndevils00 but he hurt my slut :( you’re being targeted
nicohischier i’m tough, i can take it
y/ndevils00 no, you aren’t! you cried at finding nemo! i need to wrap you in bubble wrap!
nicohischier HE COULDN’T FIND HIS DAD
user84 so what were john and dawson talking about?
y/ndevils00 HOW MUCH FUN WE’RE GONNA HAVE AT OUR ‘BEST FRIEND NUMBER 1 BIRTHDAY SLUMBER PARTY’!
john.marino97 game plays
dawson1417 candy!
user27 the world may never know
lhughes_06 i can’t believe you laid on the floor for the first picture
y/ndevils00 i think i have gum on my dress
y/ndevils00 at least i hope it’s gum
lhughes_06 burn that dress. just burn it.
y/ndevils00 but i love this dress :(
lhughes_06 jack will get you a new one
y/ndevils00 okay!
jackhughes wait what?
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Period Oneshots: Quaritch, Mansk, Wainfleet
How I think these 3 (big) men would react to you having your period.
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I don’t know whether Na’vi women get their period but since they would probably be mammals, I assume so. Either way, I’m going to write this how I imagine it goes for them. Since this fandom decided that they have mating seasons and heat cycles, the period is a 2-3 day period once their mating season is over. Meaning they get it only once a year ( I wish that was me )
Also, choose whether you are human or Na’vi. Doesn’t matter, both go for this one.
Also, yes I am on my period while writing this. Credit to @jinx14 for the idea. I apologise for any typos, it's almost 2am :)
Quaritch:
Now Miles is a man who, back when he was human, knew everything he needed to know about the woman’s body. Of course, his memories are still with him now, but his old normal life seems more distant to him now that he is focusing on one mission only.
Either you are on his squad team and are a part of project Phoenix or you work in the lab as a scientist or doctor/nurse.
Miles knows you as a colleague and has grown unintentionally closer to you in the last month. He found you interesting and liked that you were helpful with missions, polite and knew your place, and loyal to him. Those aspects were very important to him as a person.
One day he sees you working on something, whether it be working out or filling out lab reports. He notices you look worn out and agitated, which is unlike your usual upbeat mood.
He comes over to question you and make sure you’re okay. He won’t mind bringing you something if you need it, as long as you ask politely. Asking polietely is one of the least important things on your list if you are fighting cramps, headaches or other pains. It doesn’t help that you may not have slept well.
You’re too tired to dance around the subject. You know you look tired as shit and you know he can see that, so you just cut down to the chase.
“I’m on my period, Miles.” you groan out frustrated, stopping your workout or dropping your pen on your lab report.
He freezes and shuts up. It doesn’t get him embarrassed or anything like that, the answer just takes him by surprise. He was expecting you to say that someone was getting on your nerves or that you had too much to do.
He had almost forgotten that that happens to women. Then again, your answer had refreshed a few old memories and he understood what you were going through, from the biological view. He knew how it worked and why it happened and for how long etc.
He didn’t want to make you feel worse so he silently left the room and returned with a hot drink in his hand for you. He will let it slide once. Then, you will have to ask politely again.
“Do you want company?” he asks, not wanting to get on your nerves.
You are unable to answer and you nod your head, groaning again before taking the cup into both hands and just holding it for a while.
He doesn’t start small talk, you both just sit in peaceful silence. He might scan over a few of your reports without understanding them or might take a look at the equipment you were using to workout.
Miles enjoys your company just as much as you do. And he was ready to help you if you needed anything. He was also happy to be spending time with you.
He knew you were quiet when it came to personal things so he felt a sense of pride in his chest when you felt comfortable enough to just tell him what’s going on.
Mansk: (sorry for the low quality gif)
You would both be outside on a mission. The whole team was out but you were divided into groups to cover more ground. He was focused on his surroundings, eyeing every tree and listening to every noise.
You were both advancing through the forest pretty quickly and after a while, you started to feel bad.
Mansk was walking ahead of you when he heard a groan behind him. With quick movements, he swung around and aimed his gun right at you. He relaxed his body and let his ears perk back up when he saw that you were not being attacked.
“What are you doin’?” he asks, lowering his weapon and slowly walking back to your hunched-over figure. You were leaned against a tree, one hand clutching your stomach and wrapping around your waist tightly.
Mansk noticed your odd position and started to think about what was happening. He stood next to you, eyes scanning over your body before he looked around again to ensure both of your safety.
“You good?” he asked, leaning down to try and read my facial expression.
“Just- give me a moment.” I say, biting my lip. This cramp was almost unbearable and it hit me without a warning.
He nodded, standing up-right again but in reality, this man had no idea what was going on. His first thoughts were food poisioning or maybe you got sick from the helicopter ride here.
I stood up again, the feeling gone.
“All good, let’s go.” I say, my normal self back again. Mansk was confused as shit. He stood still, watching you start to walk again. His mind was like a television without signal. After a few moments, you gasped and bent over, clutching your abdomen again.
While he was still oblivious to your period symptoms, he was more worried and jogged over to you, resting a hand on your back.
“Do you need-” he started to ask but my moody self interrupted him.
“Shhhh… I need quiet.” I mumble. He ran out of ideas. He was about to settle on the hypothesis that you had just lost your mind until you mumbled something that made his ears perk up.
“I’m on my period, it’ll be fine in a sec.”
Right. Periods. He forgot about those.
His eyes glanced at your shorts and he was relieved to not see any blood. Mansk had no idea what to do, how to help you or just how to deal with the situation himself.
“You want water?” he genuinely asked, offering me his bottle. I look up at him, showing clear signs of discomfort and he doubts his question, leaning his ears back. He felt a little stupid for not knowing what to do. Usually in missions, he was the one to have the best ideas on how to do whatever. Now, he felt useless.
“Yes, why not.” I say, grabbing it from him. My answer surprised him.
“Thank you.” I mumbled, wiping a few drops with the back of my hand from my mouth. He nodded, smiling to himself that he had managed to do something in your favour.
“We can keep going again.” you softly say, straightening your posture and turning around again.
Mansk isn’t a very talkative person, therefor you both walk in silence most of the way again. But neither of you mind. You are distracted by your discomfort anyway.
From now on, he will always offer you water.
Water obviously doesn’t help against pain, you were just thirsty from walking, but Mansk doesn’t know that. You weren’t going to tell him either. Looking at him, you saw how he was holding the bottle ready in one hand, so he could give it to you again. It was sweet that he wanted to help, even if he didn’t know how.
He makes sure to stay close by your side, incase you need to stop again. Mansk is slightly more cautious now because he knows your attention is elsewhere. That is also why he suddenly feels very protective of you.
When you return to the others he doesn’t spill that you are shedding blood as you speak. If you weren't there and it would be his buddies, he would though. Just to brag about how well he thinks he handled the situation.
Upon arriving, he pretends as if nothing happened and that it was a normal situation, trying to forget the little panic moment he felt before.
Mansk also pushes anyone sitting next to you away, so that he can be by your side.
Lyle Wainfleet:
You and Lyle work out regularly together. It started off when you would just run into eachother at the gym room. He started conversation with you and it formed a friendship. Now you meet up and both do your workout together. You help spot him while he helps to ensure that you keep a stable form and stuff.
Anyway, right now you and him are competing against each other, trying to see who can hold a plak the longest.
You’re going 2 minutes strong and you were ready to hold it longer. Lyle was keeping his posture obtained too.
Suddenly you started to feel a light pressure in your lower abdomen. Within seconds, it became more intense and then it struck you like an arrow from hell, causing you to fall flat on the ground. Immediately, you turned to your side, scrunching up and hugging your waist as you experienced discomfort.
Next to you, Lyle cheered.
“Ha, told you so. You almost had 3 minutes. I can go for another 3, just watch and-” he started bragging until his gaze landed on you all curled up into a ball.
“Okay, don’t you dare trick me into thinking you’re hurt just so I can’t break my record.” he chuckled, focusing on his plank again. After you hadn’t moved in a few seconds he glanced back at you.
He was starting to get worried.
“Y/N quit playin’.” he said but already, you were able to pick up a hint of worry in his voice.
“Y/N.” he repeated, hoping you would turn around smiling. But you stayed still. Something felt off to him so he decided to stop. He got out of his plank position and knelt beside you. Lyle looked down and noticed your facial expression. You were in fact not messing with him. He felt slightly relieved by that but then again worried for you.
“You okay?” he asks, slightly shaking your arm. You nod but stay in your position. Lyle is confused now. What are you doing?
Did you get a cramp from the workout? Even the word ‘cramp’ didn’t ring a bell in this soldier's head.
“I think I just got my period.” you whined. You were dreading it but it had to come eventually.
Lyle’s eyes went wide. “Oh…” he said, almost sounding like it was a whisper. “Right…”
“Just give me a moment, I’ll be fine in a few…” you mumbled, keeping your eyes squeezed shut.
“Yeah, sure. Of course. Take as-as long as you need…” he started rambling. “We are in no hurry, just- yeah take your time. You know, relax.”
“Lyle.” I warn him.
“Yep, I’ll be quiet. I’ll just sit here and wait with you until you feel better. Which you will, right? Like, this thing won’t-”
“Lyle!” I snap at him. I was short-tempered at the moment and I couldn’t deal with his long string of words.
He sat in silence, watching me to make sure I wouldn’t pass out or die. While he did still find himself fascinated with how the female body worked, it scared him to a certain extent. If he would see blood on your leggings, he would definitely freak out.
Once the cramp fades away, you sit up, taking a few deep breaths. Lyle continues to watch you patiently and you smile and apologise for snapping. He isn’t upset. Lyle is an overly friendly angel and just wanted you to feel better. If you had asked him to, that man would have sat next to you for a few hours. Even if you fell asleep, he would not leave your side.
Since you were in a vulnerable state, he was happy he was the one looking out for you. And look out for you he will. He will get you absolutely anything and will make sure you are comfortable. If someone would need to talk to you he would handle it, sending them away. If you would get cold, he would cover you in his jacket or hoodie, etc. Wainfleet was just a big friendly giant to those he cared about.
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when you stay up late — tanjirou, kyojuro
Author’s Note: … sooo, who else is a night owl? 😅
when you stay up late — tanjirou, kyojuro
Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader
Word Count: ~800
CW: none
Emergency Request Fulfilled: I think I’ve been exhausting my body a little tooo much, so parts of my arm and leg are beginning to hurt. I’ve also like, not been sleeping on time lately.. (cough 2am) 😭
So maybe (if you can) do a Drabble (or anything really) in which Tanjiro helps reader get some sleep on time? Maybe even help in keeping reader from exhausting her body so much?
Suggestion Fulfilled: How would Kyo react to finding his s/o up at an inhuman time late at night? What if she is playing videogames and stuffing her face with snacks or something? "my love, it's 2 in the morning!" "yes but this game is so good and I need answers!!" 😂 (def not what I've been doing)
AND AN EVEN BETTER ADDITION, what if he ends up sitting down next to her to stuff his face whilst watching the screen intently because, indeed, the game is very good and interesting and now HE needs answers? 😂😂😂
Has a couple tried and true methods for helping you sleep ~early
Or at least, sleep at all if he falls asleep first, and then wakes up hrs later to you still awake 😅
Tells you stories
They’re always made up, and always ~nonsensical, but the simple act of murmuring softly beside you till your eyes begin drooping is what matters most 🥺
For example:
“Once upon a time, there was a bottle of hot sauce. His name was Frank.” 🔥
“Tan, shouldn’t his name be RedHot, and his dad is Frank? Y’know, Frank’s RedHot?” 🧐
“You’re supposed to be relaxing, not logicafying my story.” ☹️
“Hmpf.”
“Anyway, Frank’s best friend was an apple named Macintosh. 🍎 They went on many adventures together, from apple picking to hot wings sampling events. Their favorite festival was the applesauce and hot sauce festival where vendors from all over the land gathered to provide three days of sauces and fun.”
~at this point, you’ve fallen asleep~
Tanjirou doesn’t always know whether to feel proud or offended that you fall asleep so quickly
Like, is he that calming and soothing? 🥰
Orrr bOrInG?! 😭
Takes you on late night walks
Hear me out
Is going for a walk @ 2am a lil counterintuitive for going to sleep?
Yeeeah
BUT
If you’re already awake, and lying in bed isn’t helping, then a cute, moonlit walk couldn’t hurt any more 🌙
“You want to get up now?” you yawn, fixing an amused stare at Tanjirou’s bedhead
“Why not?” 😁
And altho you could technically think of plenty of this-is-why-not reasons, you shrug instead
“Okay!”
Within a block, you’re clinging to his arm, body feeling heavy and content 😴
And within two blocks, you’re whining cutely into his shoulder, “Taaanjiiirooouuu, m’sleeeeepy.” 🥱
11/10 you’re getting a piggyback ride home 🤗
More often than not, Kyojuro ends up getting roped into whatever’s keeping you up 🥴
Suffering through hw?
He’ll get his own notebook, snacks, and water (to share, ofc), and keep you company 🤓
“My love,” he whispers—after ~30 secs—stricken faced
“Hm, Kyo?” you hardly spare him a glance, trying (and failing) to make sense of your lecture notes
“I realize now why you are still studying at 3am. This is incomprehensible!” 😖
Nonetheless, he persists along w/ you, doing his best to hide his yawns, and insisting on 1 min cuddle breaks whenever you have an epiphany aka finally understand something
By the last cuddle break, you’re falling asleep in his arms, and he doesn’t do a thing to stop you 😌
(spiritually, he fell asleep hrs ago 😃)
Fixated on a video game?
Kyojuro trusts you when you tell him, “No worries babe, go to sleep, I’ll join you in a bit!” ☺️
He shouldn’t have 💀
Unless “a bit” always meant “sometime after 2am” 🤡
“Darling,” he rasps, blearily eyeing your focused position in front of your computer (that you haven’t moved from since he was last awake), “What time is it?” 😵💫
“Time to destroy this BOSS,” you exclaim, not missing a beat, nor shaken by his sudden consciousness 😎
“Do you think you have enough snacks?” he asks wryly, surroundings slowly but surely registering 🥨🧀🍫🍿🍪
“Nope,” you grin, “But you can still have some.”
“Why did the screen go black?” 🤨
“Because I died,” you huff, “You really ought to know these things.”
“And become a gremlin like you?” he chuckles, blankets tossed aside as he shuffles himself out of bed
“A WINNER, Kyo, I’m going to be a WINNER.” 😤
“Sure, especially when I have seen that black screen at least three times in the five minutes that I have been awake.” 😉
“Y’KNOW WHAT,” you shriek indignantly, pointing a playful finger at him, “Sit and watch, this game isn’t easy.” 😒
“Is it multiplayer?” 🫢
“No.” 😐
(yes, but no hell in way are you letting him join and show you up now — at least, not tonight)
“I can eat your snacks?” 😋
“As long as you promise to fetch more when they run out.”
And that’s how you and Kyo end up pulling an all nighter, eyes bloodshot, stomachs full, and very hydrated (bc water is apparently a snack too)
P.S. You eventually allow him to play w/ you (after you beat the game yourself)
P.P.S. Watching him struggle brings you immense satisfaction 🤠
P.P.P.S. “Kyo, you might break your record of deaths in a minute.” “Oh hush, I am just warming up!” ❤️🔥
#headcanons#modern au#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer#kamado tanjiro#kamado tanjirou#tanjiro x reader#tanjirou x reader#rengoku kyojuro#kyojuro x reader
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Good Off You
You’ve been feeling empty within your relationship with Jack as of lately all it seemed like the two of you did was argue about the same things.
It was always about Mia she was one of his close friends from Atlanta he swore up and down like a sailor that she wasn’t someone you had to worry about but if that was the case how come you felt as if you needed to worry.
This relationship was starting to feel very much one sided or that there was a disconnect and that disconnect was coming from Jack, you weren’t sure how you were going to fix your relationship with Jack or if it was even worth saving at this point.
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“What’s going on with you two? According to Nemo, Jack’s been at his house all week.”
You called Neelam earlier that day telling her you needed to get out of the house you didn’t care where the two of you went you just needed time away from that house.
“Did he lie and say that I was the one that kicked him out the house?” Neelam was quiet you chuckled and rolled your eyes. “You see what I mean he’s always playing this pick me role and acting like I’m the problem when it’s really him.” You defended yourself.
“What’s even going on? I don’t even know the full story.” The last you wanted to do was bring everyone into your relationship you hated having people in your business but you trusted Neelam.
“You know Mia right?” She nodded her head. “Yeah I know Mia.”
You sighed heavily, “Lately I just don’t.. I don’t know he’s been talking to her a lot more and you know I’ve always had weird feelings about her from the start and Jack always told me I didn’t have to worry about her but now.” You paused. “I’m starting to worry about her.”
You didn’t want your relationship with Jack to end this way you didn’t want to be the one being cheated on. You thought he loved you at least that’s what he said and made you believe and feel. You always had this feeling that deep down Jack wasn’t really yours like that because he always had Mia.
“What was your last argument about? If you don’t mind me asking because he told Nemo that you kicked him out.” You huffed and looked at her. “About Mia.”
A few days ago
“Why is she texting you at Damn 2am in the morning huh? That’s all I want to know and you’re beating around the fucking bush with your answer dammit!” It was 2am in the morning and while you’d much rather be fast asleep in bed instead you were up arguing with Jack.
“I told you it’s nothing just drop it already would you.” He snapped back and snatched his phone from your grasp. “No I won’t just drop it because it doesn’t make sense as to why she’s calling you this fucking late.”
He ignored you and kept texting away on his phone probably responding back to Mia no doubt. “Are you even listening to me?” He scoffed and looked up at you his blue eyes that you once fell in love with were now filled with what seemed to be hatred and irritation. “You’re talking aren’t you? You know I can’t deal with this tonight Y/N.”
You scrunched your eyebrows together wondering where he was going. “Where are you going?” You watched as he got up and grabbed his keys and wallet. “Jack? Where are you going.” You walked over to him and grabbed his hand trying to pull him into you but he shook you off.
“I’m going to Nemo’s for a bit I think some time apart will do us some good.” He stated with no emotion whatsoever. “Are you kidding me right now?” You scoffed and shook your head at him.
“Honestly I can’t believe you right now you’d rather walk out than just tell me the truth.” He raised his eyebrows. “The truth on what? I told you nothing is going on better Mia and Myself, I’m sorry you’re just so insecure and can’t handle the fact that I have female friends.” He spat.
You were taken back by his response never in your entire time of being with Jack has he ever said something like that to you or even spoke to you that way. “Fine just go.” You whispered and hugged yourself and looked down at the ground, you knew if you were to make eye contact you’d break down crying instantly.
“I’ll see you around Y/N.” When the door was closed you finally let your tears fall you cried the entire night till you cried yourself to sleep.
Current time
“He said all that to you? I can’t even believe it.” Neelam was in disbelief she never thought in a million years would Jack ever talk to someone he claimed he loved like that.
“Yeah he said all of that and I haven’t heard from him since. I just hate the way I know he’s sleeping with her but he won’t admit it.” You just wanted him to be honest with you even if the truth hurt.
The two of you decided to sit at the park you on one swing and Neelam on the other, the two of you sat on the swings just watching the sunset.
“What should I do? Do I just break up with him or do I stay with him.” You mumbled and fiddled with the hem of your hoodie.
“I’d hate to see the two of you break up but you know what sometimes you gotta make a decision that breaks your heart but gives you peace.” Neelam told you.
You knew this wasn’t going to be easy because you loved Jack you were honestly afraid to find a new love after Jack because you felt as if all guys were going to be the same.
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“Let’s go Y/N the Uber is already outside waiting on us!” Neelam yelled from the bottom of the stairs the two of you were going to Ace’s rooftop party he was celebrating the release of his newest solo project, you knew Jack was going to be there so you decided to dress up a bit tonight just to show him what he was missing.
You twirled around a few times making sure your outfit looked good. You grabbed your purse and headed downstairs where Neelam stood. “It’s about damn time the guy was threatening to leave.” You put your hands up in defense. “Sorry I had to make sure I looked good.”
“Whatever let’s just get going before Urban and Sunni eat up all the food.” The car ride to the hotel was fairly short so you made it under 10 minutes.
When you made it to the top of the roof you immediately when to the edge of the building and took in the beauty of Downtown Louisville at night, there was a few fireworks going off in the distance and a few people down below just laughing and having a good time but the moon is what caught your eye.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You rolled your eyes open hearing that familiar voice. “It is beautiful now what do you want.”
“Can you at least look at me.” You took a second trying your best to prepare yourself you turned around slowly and was met face to face with Jack. He licked his lips as he looked you up and down. “You look good as always baby.”
“Thanks.” You both stood there awkwardly you didn’t really know what to say I mean the last time the two of you tried talking it resulted in a argument. “Look I’m sorry for what I said what I said was wrong.” “You think? You hurt my feelings Jack.”
He licked his lips and sighed. “I know I did and I’m sorry baby I don’t wanna lose you I promise I’m done talking to Mia.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “Oh really? And what made you stop taking to her.”
“Because I’d rather have a life with you than live a life without you.” He stated. “Really?” You whispered and sniffled which made Jack laugh.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting all soft and shit now.” He stuck his arms out and you quickly ran into his arms, he grinned and wrapped his arms around you tight and started swinging the two of you back and forth.
“I love you so much baby.” “I love you too Jack.”
You both pulled away from each other and Jack looped his hands with yours. “Let’s go enjoy tonight yeah?” You smiled and nodded. “Let’s do it.”
Halfway through the party a majority of the people there ended up passing out on some of the chairs or couches Ace had gotten for the event. Jack was a bit tipsy himself he laid on the couch with a drunken Urban laying next to him, you couldn’t find your phone at all so you needed to use Jack’s.
The music was still going though considering a good majority of people were still dancing and eating.
“Jack, let me see your phone I need to call my phone.” You rushed him he took his phone out his pocket and handed it to you. “Here babe you know the password yeah?” He asked.
“Yeah I know it I’ll be right back.” He nodded and you stepped off to the side and unlocked his phone you went to press the call button next to your contact when you noticed Jack had about 25 missed texts and 3 missed calls.
You looked behind you making sure he was still on the couch before clicking onto the messages.
“What the hell.” You frowned seeing all the messages were from Mia, all of them saying how she misses him and wonders when he’s leaving the party soon.
“So he wasn’t with Nemo.” You mumbled to yourself you looked back over at Jack who was now dozing off on the couch you shook your head and bit your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, you looked back down at the phone when it buzzed again.
Mia 💘
‘Did you tell her you’re breaking up with her yet? She needs to know the truth’
You knew texting her back and making her believe that you were Jack was wrong but you needed to know what truth she was talking about.
Jack 🩵
‘What do I even say’
Your heart started beating when you saw the three little dots appearing on the screen but then they disappeared again.
“Fuck I knew she wasn’t gon-.” You stopped talking mid sentence when she texted back.
Mia 💘
‘Just tell her straight up that I’m pregnant and that you’re leaving her to raise a family with me obviously, your kid needs you Jack.’
You knew it even though you knew that he was cheating on you with her it still hurt it hurt even more that she was having a baby with a man you once loved, with the man you swore you were going to spend forever with, with the man who told you that she wasn’t anybody to worry about but turns out she was somebody to worry about.
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Honesty
Levi x male reader
I don’t even know what this is. Just a lot of smut I wrote. Got a tad rushed at the end cause it wrote it at like 2am and got tired after almost 4 hours of writing.
Enjoy tho 🤷♂️
“You missed a spot.”
(Y/n) let out a soft sigh and gave a light chuckle, “I’m aware Levi, I just needed more soap.”
As if to make his point clearer, (Y/n) reached behind Levi to grab the body wash sitting on the shelf behind him
They were currently taking a quick shower since (Y/n) had woken up feeling quite frisky.
Luckily, they woke up early and were able to have a quickie before having to attend the morning meeting set to start soon. As the Captain and Section Commander, they were expected to arrive on time.
Unfortunately, a slight set back is causing them to be a tad late.
“I swear to the walls, you are never cumming in me again.”
(Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle as his lover glared up at him, the tips of his ears slightly red.
“You always say that but we both know how much you love when I fill you up.”
(Y/n) was fully enjoying teasing Levi, how could he not when his little lover made it so easy. Though there was a small part of him that thought maybe Levi didn’t enjoy it after all.
“I most certainly do not. It feels uncomfortable and it’s a bitch to clean out. Why on earth would I enjoy it?”
‘Hmmm…’ (y/n) thought, ‘perhaps I misjudged his feelings. It has happened before.’
“…Ok then, I won’t do it anymore.”
Levi paused briefly while (Y/n) finished rinsing himself off and prepared to step out of the shower.
‘Surely he’s joking. The asshole has never not came inside me in the 4 years we’ve been together’
As (Y/n) left the bathroom to get dressed, Levi finished cleaning up and got out as well. Mentally deciding that (Y/n) was in fact not serious and the next time they had sex (y/n) would undoubtedly cum inside Levi as he always has.
Well, about two weeks later there they were. It was early in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the two lovers were tangled together in bed.
Levi was panting, his arms wrapped around (y/n) and his face buried in his neck as his lover pounded him ferociously
(Y/n) grunted and moaned as he slammed his cock over and over, driving it deeper into his lovers tight ass.
Levi was warm and tight around his cock, it was taking everything in (Y/n) not to cum right there but he was determined to make Levi cum first. As he always did, insisting on putting his lovers pleasure before his.
Levi was in heaven, as he always is when he’s connected so intimately with (y/n). With every thrust, he sees stars. (Y/n) was hitting the perfect spot head on with his cock, having memorized its location.
Levi’s eyes squeezed shut, his fingernails marking (Y/n)’s back as pleasure ricocheted through his groin. It wasn’t long before he finally came undone. His cock spasmed, cum smearing all over him and his lover. Waves of ecstasy washed through him as he slowly came down from his high
(Y/n) couldn’t help but smirk, he always gets a sense of pride knowing he’s the one who put Captain Levi of all people into a state of pure pleasure from his cock.
He began his pounding once again, having stopped briefly to enjoy the sight of Levi cumming. It wasn’t long before his thrusts became sporadic
An anxious feeling came through Levi, this was his favorite part. (Y/n) would soon fill him full. He could never admit it to himself, and especially not to (Y/n), but he absolutely loved the feeling of being filled to the brim with cum.
He doesn’t understand why but something about being cummed in gives him life. It sends him into what he can only describe as a mental orgasm. He not only desires it but craves it.
With a few more thrusts, (Y/n) felt the build up of his own orgasm. His balls clenched and his eyes rolled and just before he cums, he pulls out. He fists his cock quickly, cum shooting out and onto Levi’s stomach, Mixing with his own.
The second (y/n) pulled out Levi’s eyes, which were closed anxiously in waiting, shot open. He glanced down in disbelief as (Y/n) was coming down from his high.
Levi couldn’t process what was going on, he couldn’t believe what just happened. (Y/n) always came inside, always. Levi didn’t understand what was different this time, thinking at first he had done something to upset (y/n).
But then he remembered, his brain showing him the quick shower scene that told him (Y/n) was only doing what he said he would.
Levi didn’t like that one bit and (Y/n) could tell he was upset. He knew immediately why, as he was almost always excellent at reading Levi’s body language.
‘Oh, so he does like it.’
Deciding to test him, (Y/n) reached over and gently stroke Levi’s cheek, something he usually does after finishing inside him.
“What’s wrong my love? You seem upset.”
Levi debated telling (Y/n) the truth. That he was not only upset but down right pissed off and disappointed. But by doing that he’d have to admit he lied about hating being filled. He’d have to admit that he not only liked it, but desired it greatly.
And that was something his pride absolutely could NOT do.
So instead he decided to go along and pretend everything was fine, telling himself that there was no way (Y/n) could keep this up for long. He was bound to break and cum inside at some point.
…right?
It’s been another three weeks and here they were again. This time Levi had seduced (Y/n), an extremely rare occurrence on its own, while he was in his office shortly after breakfast.
Luckily, (Y/n) had already finished his paperwork and was about to leave for morning training when Levi came in and coerced him into a quickie. Now Levi lay bent over (Y/n)’s desk, hands gripping the edge as he had his ass pummeled.
He tried desperately to be quiet, as (Y/n) was being exceptionally aggressive this time. The back of Levi’s neck was gripped in a tight hold, the force of (Y/n) keeping him down and in place as (Y/n) took what was his.
(Y/n) had to admit, not being able to fill his lover full was upsetting him as well. He wanted nothing more than to spill his seed deep inside of Levi. To paint his walls with his cum and claim him in the most brute way.
But (Y/n) was also stubborn and determined to teach Levi a lesson. Levi needed to learn to trust (Y/n) and not be ashamed to admit what he enjoys. It low key upset (Y/n) that after 4 years of being together officially l, Levi still couldn’t be completely truthful with (Y/n).
The aggravation at Levi not trusting him, as well as the unfulfilled desire to finish inside his lover, lead (Y/n) to be slightly more aggressive than usual.
(Y/n) let out a stiff grunt with every violent thrust. Loving how Levi was now having to bite down on his hand to keep the noises at bay. (Y/n) couldn’t help but reach out and grab a fist full of Levi’s fine hair and pull him up against his chest.
Levi couldn’t help but let out an exceptionally loud whimper as his hand fell from his mouth to reach back and grab at the wrist of his lover. He could have easily removed it but he loved the sting, and he couldn’t help but enjoy being man handled.
(Y/n) let out a deep chuckle in between his grunts as he continued to pound into Levi. His other hand on Levi’s waist, keeping him still and stood against him.
Levi shivered and clenched his teeth, drool leaking from his chin as (Y/n) spoke sternly into his ear.
“You like that don’t you? You love when I pull your hair? When I take what’s mine? When I force you to lay there and take my cock like a good little cock slut huh?”
(Y/n)’s words made Levi’s cock drip with precum. He did. He loved being used as (Y/n)’s personal cock sleeve. To feel, in the moment, like nothing but a hole for his lover to fuck. It was like a form of praise to Levi. He loved to please (Y/n). It was his one main purpose. And he was doing a great job at fulfilling it.
(Y/n) was getting frustrated, he wanted Levi to admit to him all his desires. He wanted to hear Levi babble in ecstasy about how much he loved his cum. To hear him beg (Y/n) to claim him oh so roughly. To listen to Levi’s sweet sobs of pleasure as he was filled over and over to where (Y/n) cum was overflowing from every hole.
And he wanted it now.
Levi was surprised when (Y/n) suddenly pulled out of him. He was about to ask what was happening when he was abruptly forced to his knees.
(Y/n) sat down in his office chair above him, breathing a little heavy, as he gazed at Levi beneath him with a look in his eyes that Levi couldn’t pin point.
“(Y/n), what are you-“
“Shut up.”
Levi’s eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape. He was utterly confused but also aroused at (Y/n)’s dominant attitude.
(Y/n) stared at Levi, silently trying to figure out the quickest way for Levi to break.
“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. If you move them even once I’ll tie them to your ankles.”
Levi’s heart was thrumming, not only from just having had a cock pounding in and out of his ass, but from the sheer tone (Y/n) was using. The one that screamed ‘Defy me. I fucking dare you.’
Good thing Levi was always great at following orders. He put his hands behind him, gripping them as comfortably at he can.
(Y/n) wanted to smirk and say ‘good boy’ but he had to keep up his pissed off look if this was to work.
So instead, he leaned over and reached out, grabbing Levi by his hair once again and bringing him inches from his face.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m getting a little tired of your pride being the reason you can’t be truthful with me. So until you can sit there and confidently tell me exactly what you want, you’re going to suck me off over and over and over again. Except you will not be swallowing a single fucking drop until you can get over the fucking false pretenses that admitting your desires to me is somehow demeaning. So if you want me to give you my cum, you’re going to have to beg me for it. Do you understand?”
Levi was frozen in shock, he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to tell (Y/n) how much he wanted his cum, he really did.
But, something was stopping him. A feeling in his gut that screamed at him not to. So he sat quiet, trying to find a solution that didn’t involve him losing his dignity.
But (Y/n) was not a patient man and quickly got to work of fulfilling his promise.
Using the grip he had on Levi’s head, he forced his cock into the warm, wet cavern of Levi’s mouth. (Y/n) through his head back and groaned as he forced Levi to bob up and down on his cock
Levi moaned around the cock in his mouth, his eyes already stinging and his cheeks stretching to accommodate (Y/n)’s size. His own cock dripping fluid onto the floor, saliva pooling around his lips, god he was such a cock slut. He wanted badly to reach out with his hands and fondle (Y/n)’s balls, knowing that it almost always brought him to an early end.
But he wasn’t allowed and Levi knew better than to test (Y/n) while he was like this. So he sat there, for the next two hours. Jaw gone slack, face a mess with dried spit, lips swollen, and body covered in (Y/n)’s cum.
It was times like this that Levi cursed (Y/n)’s stamina. The man could literally go all day and night and not be too tired for another round. Levi’s knees were sore, his hands had been tied back since Levi lost the strength to hold them back manually. And the new addition of a cock ring sat at the base of Levi’s cock. Keeping him from cumming.
After his ninth orgasm, (Y/n) pulled Levi off his cock, just like he had been doing after every orgasm, and checked to see if levi would finally admit to him.
“How about now? You ready to admit you want my cum?”
Levi swallowed, his throat was getting sore, and spoke with a coarse voice
“P-Please….”
(Y/n) gripped his chin gently and gazed into Levi’s watery eyes
“Please what?”
Levi licked his swollen lips, and went to speak
But his stomach knotted up once again. And all he could say was “Please….w-why do I hav-“
Before he could finished (Y/n) shoved his cock back into his mouth with an annoyed tch.
“That isn’t what I asked.”
(Y/n) furiously slammed his cock down Levi’s throat, more pissed off with every push.
“Why can’t you just say it? ‘Please (Y/n) fill me with your cum’ that’s all you have to say and I will gladly do so. I’ll fill your ass full of my seed and plug you up. You’ll go the rest of the day filled with my cum just like I know you want. I’ll pour it down your throat, fill your stomach nice and full of my milk. And I’ll do it every day if you so wish but no. You’d rather be here. Kneeling in a pool of my wasted cum.”
(Y/n) felt yet another orgasm reach him and pulled out. But decided not to cum this time. He was reaching his breaking point.
Levi caught his breath and whimpered when (Y/n) glared at him one final time. “Say it.”
Levi squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears rolling down the already carved paths down his cheeks. He begged that feeling to go away, he tried desperately to speak his desires to his love.
(Y/n) sighed, clearly this didn’t work. All it did was prove to him that Levi didn’t trust him. So he begrudgingly reached down and untied Levi’s hands and took of his cock ring.
Levi was confused at first but that was quickly replaced by panic when (Y/n) got up and walked to where his clothes were on the floor
Levi didn’t know what happened, but when he saw his lover start to walk away, the sinking feeling in his stomach, the one that forbid him from telling (Y/n) the truth, vanished. And in its place was the feeling of sheer panic. He didn’t want something as silly as this to ruin the best part of his life.
So he quickly stood, with great effort as his knees were fucking killing him and his legs tingly, and flung himself into (Y/n)’s arms. He kissed his lover hard, relieved when (Y/n) kissed him back with just as much passion
They pulled away and stared deep into each other’s gaze
“I want you (Y/n).”
Levi’s expression was that of what he always wore. Except (Y/n) could see the love and passion that shone through his grey eyes like stars shining through the clouds late at night.
“I want all of you. I want your love. I want your dumb ass remarks. I want your equally smart ass comments.”
(Y/n) chuckled and nuzzled his nose against Levi’s
“…..I want your laugh. I want your smile. I want the butterfly’s that stir in my stomach every time you touch or even look at me. I want everything that has to do with you.”
(Y/n) was holding back his tears as he felt the overwhelming love radiate from Levi.
“And I especially want your cum.”
(Y/n) couldn’t help but bust out laughing, which only caused Levi to hide his face in (Y/n)’s shoulder
“Shut the fuck up, you’re the one who want me to say that.”
(Y/n)’s laugh went away slowly before he nuzzled his lovers cheek
“I know baby, it was just really cute.”
Levi huffed but before he could complain much more (Y/n) quickly moved them to their room.
“What in the actual shit are you doing!? We’re fucking naked you idiot, someone’s gonna see!”
(Y/n) chuckled and closed the door behind them quickly. Luckily it was lunch time and no one was in the halls.
“That was stupidly reckless asshole.”
Levi grumbled as he was laid on there bed, (Y/n) crawling above him and spreading his legs
“Sorry my love, but I didn’t wanna fuck you at my desk and risk slipping on the mess you left on the ground.”
Levi scoffed in disbelief, “I didn’t leave Jack shit on the ground, you’re the one who came like ten times and didn’t clean it”
(Y/n) shrugged before roughly entering Levi, affectively shutting the latter up. (Y/n) smirked and leaned down next to Levi’s ear
“Get ready cause you’re about to be bedridden for the next week.”
#levi x male reader smut#levi ackerman smut#sub levi#levi aot#levi x male reader#captain levi#levi attack on titan#levi smut
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SURPRISE D.A.M.N CREW GENERAL HCs ‼️
I don’t like making hcs on my phone but Friendsgiving yesterday rlly motivated me to just do it
— Caelum likes to chew on his shirt when he’s bored
— Dear has 5 umbrellas even though they live alone
— FL has no idea AI art exists
— Dear likes to buy Lasko ties
— Caelum thinks cats are adorable but is absolutely terrified of them
— Gavin is shit at golf, bowling, and basically every sport in existence except for gymnastics, cheerleading, and table tennis
— Huxley can flex his tits
— Lasko buys every fan except Lasko brand fans
— Dear hasn’t played Mario Kart before but when they first played with Lasko they decimated him
— Damien’s favorite kind of animals are the hairless ones
— Caelum can’t hopscotch
— FL can’t be trusted to go grocery shopping for people because they have shit willpower and no common sense they will buy the wrong brand of item you want and buy 3 packs of pizza rolls for themselves with the person’s money
— Huxley can’t jump rope properly because the rope can’t go around his body
— Damien has a schedule of what to wear and when. He wears specific shirts on SPECIFIC days of the week.
— FL has a child safety lock on their computer for Caelum and Gavin
— Everyone has to tell Damien where they’re going whenever they leave their houses
— Dear somehow got everyone’s number before Friendsgiving and asked everyone to point out Lasko’s use of Mahogany/Burnt Sienna on the letters
— Gavin isn’t allowed inside Max’s Rustic Pizza anymore
— If Damien would let him, Huxley would touch lava, like seriously slap it
— FL likes to dress up as Aang for Halloween
— Lasko and Damien are the only ones to own a bidet
— Huxley owns a mermaid dress
— Gavin owns a fur coat
— As a kid, Huxley was too shy to ask his moms to peel his oranges for him so he just sorta ate them with the peel on until he was 11
— Gavin is banned on tiktok
- and twitter
— Caelum’s wings flap like a hummingbird’s
— Huxley is the only member to buy proper sweet snacks. Lasko buys offbrand and Damien doesn’t buy sweets
— Gavin’s favorite cartoon character is Bugs Bunny
— Despite popular belief, Damien is willing to wear an itchy ugly christmas sweater
— Dear owns a border collie
— Lasko writes fanfiction
— Huxley’s luck is fucking amazing when he plays DND, so much so that it pisses off Lasko and now whenever they campaign with others he makes Huxley the dungeon master
— Damien doesn’t know how to skip
— Gavin can make his own alcoholic beverage at will
— FL isn’t from Dahlia. They’re from NY, but have never been in NYC
— Dear has a very strong opinion on Dasani. I don’t know if they strongly dislike it or strongly like it, but they feel very strongly about it.
— Huxley heard the news about the Summit online, saw it was hosted by Vincent and Lovely, recognized Lovely’s name, and went “wait a minute—”.
— Damien has thought about burning his baby pictures when Huxley found them.
— He attempted to do it when Gavin found them.
— FL has a sweet tooth and since Huxley is the only member to buy sweets, they sneak into his house and consume most of it.
After Damien moved in with Huxley he once woke up at like 2am to get a glass of water and saw FL hunched over sucking the frosting off of the mini cupcakes Huxley buys and chugging milk out of the container, their eyes were glowing in the dark and there was a ton of containers on the floor.
Damien went back to sleep without saying a word. When he woke up all traces of FL being in the house were gone and they don’t recall the night ever happening. No one believes him.
The only reference to the night happening is that all the snacks he saw FL eating were gone.
Lasko believes him but FL won’t let him tell Damien he believes him (it has happened to Lasko too and that’s why he buys offbrand).
— Gavin has accidentally killed someone with a rift.
— Caelum too but he doesn’t know.
— Dear is gonna buy Lasko rash ointment for Christmas with no malicious intent whatsoever.
— Damien owns the same amount of shoes as Milo.
— Gavin can’t swim. Gavin’s bad at a lot of things.
— Caelum can swim with water wings. Caelum’s good at a lot of things.
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted freelancer#redacted gavin#redacted lasko#redacted damien#redacted huxley#redacted dear
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