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wonderlandwalker · 3 days

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Adventure Unlocked | Eddie Munson x Reader

Stranger Things Masterlist / Inbox

Summary: You unexpectedly figure out a new kink Eddie has and plan the perfect moment to test it out

Content Warnings / Tags: Smut, 18+, porn with very little plot, PnV

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Once again not proofread but I haven't had much time to write recently so still wanted to post this. Got the idea from a request @urhoneycombwitch read and couldn't get it out of my head so here's my take on it.

It was supposed to be just another day at Eddie's trailer, a study date like the two of you regularly had, where you would try and catch up on reading and Eddie would do anything but. Except dates with Eddie were rarely like they were supposed to be, and today wasnt an exception. He was sitting at his desk, working on a new campaign while you sat at the bed with your books spread out, trying to concentrate but inevitably reading the same paragraph over and over again.

“Can you hand me the folder from the nightstand please?” You weren’t listening, not really anyway, only humming in respone, causing him to call out once more.

“Sweetheart, hand me the notes.” He was more assertive now, his tone of voice deeper in order to capture your attention, and it worked.

“Yes sir.” It was meant as a quip, as banter the two of you were so used to, but Eddie’s head shot up the moment you said it. You noticed the blush creeping up on his neck as his mouth was slightly opened, eyes staring into yours. And just as quickly as it had happened, it was gone. A small cough to recover his composure and his focus back on his writing, but you still caught his glance everytime he looked in your direction, still noticed the manner in which he fidgeting wirh his pen. You had noticed, and there was no turning back now.

"Eddie" he only hummed in response to your inquiry, not daring to make eye contact just yet

"Eddie, look at me" he was slow to comply, nervous about your response, because Eddie wasn't stupid, the cat was out of the bag now.

"Does that turn you on?" Still hesitant, he moved his head up once more, not realising how much closer You had gotten to him by now, but the moment he looked at you, all his worries disappeared, because your expression was soft, there was a twinkle in your eyes that he could only describe as exited, and the way your pupils were dilated told him he wasn't the only one into this.

"Yeah" it was barely a whisper, a confession he didn't think he'd be making, so delicately given because he knew you would never crush it.

Just as you were leaning in to connect his lips with yours, the front door opened, and Wayne shouted to inform you he had gotten home from work, having picked up dinner for the three of you on his way, so you decided to put a pin in your new discovery.

The next days came and went as the both of you were busy trying to keep up with life, and Eddie didnt push the subject, perhaps worried it was not something you were comfortable with, but little did he know he only needed to wait a little bit longer, because you had been planning. Planning the perfect moment to continue where the two of you had left off, and right now while you were at the hellfire club is where it all came together,

He looked at the clock above the door and back to you, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“Where is everyone else?” They were never late, always so eager to get started they wouldn’t dare miss anything.

“I told them we’re starting a bit later today” Your tone was nonchalant, and it threw him off further.

“Why would you tell them that?” He looked so cute while thinking so hard, trying to trace back the day to figure out what had warrented this.

“Because I have some other plans first.” You had pushed your chair back, walking over to where he was sitting.

“What are you talking about” He was still very much in the dark, not quite catching on to pitch in your voice dropping ever so slightly.

“Don’t you have a quest for me?” You were standing in front of him now, supporting yourself on the arm rests of his throne, he was getting flustered with how close you were, fidgeting from his clueless nature.

“I didn’t prepare any new adventures.” He looked up into your eyes as you leaned down closer to whisper in his ear.

“I’m sure you can think of one, dungeon master.” You could feel his body shudder from how close you were, and as you leaned back you saw his pupils dilate.

“Do you mean-”

“Yeah” That’s all it took for him to understand, because he immediately took the opportunity to capture your face in his hands and kiss you with all the might he had. You’re sure he could have simply kept doing that all night, but you had other plans. So you started to trail kisses down his neck, paying extra attention to the pulse point right underneath his ear that you knew made him grow weak every single time, he was putty in your hands, and that’s exactly how you liked it.

After a little while you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes. You could see him struggling to keep his eyes open as you palmed him through his trousers, already hard from the idea alone. He wasted no time in shimmying out of them as you tugged at the fabric, letting it pool around his ankles.

You didnt waste any more time taking his dick into your hands, stroking him slowly as you watched his head fall back and hit the back of the chair, but that was the last thing on his mind right now.

“Baby please” it was closer to a whine then it was to a question, and it turned you on just the same. You looked up at him once more, the tension causing him to catch your gaze before you spoke.

“Why don’t you make me?” It was a challenge, one he wasnt about to turn down. It only took one more look into your eyes, seeing the calmth behind them, before he complied. He raked his hand through your hair, twisting it in order to get a grip as he pushed your head down towards where he needed you the most. You were more than happy to comply, using your tongue in a sloppy attempt to keep up with the rhythm in which he was pushing down your throat. Eddie’s size had always been hard to take, but with practise and patience you had gotten better at it, breathing through your nose now as he hit the back of your throat, causing a slight gag from you which in turn made him realised a loud moan of your name as he leaned back into his throne.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” It was sweet, how he could be so out of his mind and still remind you, still praising you.

His grip faltered and you took it as a sign to double your effort, taking him deeper until your nose nestled against his pelvic bone, making you gag against him. A borderline sinful moan left him at the feeling, and as you were about to prepare yourself for the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat, he pulled you off him. For a split second you wondered if something was wrong, but the moment you met his eyes and saw the raw lust radiating in them, you knew what was about to happen.

“I need to be inside of you sweetheart, sit on my lap” This was the Eddie you had been trying to lure out, and you wouldnt dare let him ask twice.

So you got off your knees and as you stood up his hands found the backs of your thighs, pulling you into his lap. His mouth attached itself feverishly to your neck, sucking bruises you’re sure would be visible for days, not that you’d mind. His hands were everywhere now, roaming over your ass and finding their way underneath your shirt as he took your nipples between his fingers and tugged at them, causing you to arch your back, leaning further into him.

“Does that feel good baby” His tongue was still hot on your skin, and the question was muffled by your own body, not daring to lean away from him. All you could do was moan out his name, desperate for him to continue. But right after you did you felt a sting on your ass as one of Eddie’s hands was now massasiging the flesh and his other found its way under your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

“That’s not what you call me now is it.” His tone had dropped an octave, and it was driving you insanel. “I’m sorry.. sir” Immediatly a grin appeared on his face.

“Much better sweetheart.” he moved his head in order to be able to attach his lips to the upper part of your breasts, every once in a while using his teeth to nip at the flesh there. In the meantime his hands made their way back under your skirt, kneading your inner thighs as he inched closer and closer to where you needed him the most.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me.” He looked up from where his mouth had made its home, a gleam in his eye that you werent sure you should feel worried or excited, but it sent a thrill down your spine nonetheless.

“I’m already touching you.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean, hm” His fingers trailed closer to your core as they slipped your underwear to the side, sliding over your folds, teasing you.

“You’re so wet for me already, is this where you need me honey”

“Please-” He kissed you as one of his fingers entered you, his thumb tracing slow circles on your clit as he swallowed your moans.

“That’s it princess, think you can handle another?” You wanted to answer him, but all you could do was nod as he looked at you expextingly, reconnecting your lips in a searing kiss the moment he added another finger, crooking them and causing you to cling onto him, your nails leaving faint scratch marks on his shoulders.

But as the feeling started to build he removed his fingers from inside of you, not leaving you empty for long as you could feel his hard dick at your entrance, pushing all the way inside with one thrust. It always made you feel so full to have him inside of you, and this time was no exception, the way he was stretching you feeling so good.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, perfect for me.” His breathing had become laboured, and the way he was already ruthlessly thrusting up in you you figured he wouldn’t be lasting long either.

“Need you to cum for me sweetheart, think you can do that?” Once again all you could do was whine as your head rested on his shoulder, hoping he knew you well enough to know what you needed.

“Fucking you so good you can’t even talk anymore. Don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He found your mouth in a slow kiss, much different than the ones before, now he took his time, exploring with his tongue and silencing all the pleas that left you. The moment his long fingers found your clit you were a goner, all that built up tension and pleasure toppeling over as you came undone around him, your walls spasming and gripping him even tighter, etching Eddie towards his orgasm as well.

“Shit baby, where do you want me-”

“Inside, need you to cum inside of me” That’s what did him in, he didnt waste another second as he pushed his hips into you, his cum painting your walls as he let out more profanities.

For a minute the two of you sat there, with him still inside of you as he traced gentle patterns onto your back with his fingertips, his face nestling into your hair as he basked in your presence.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” His matter of fact tone made you giggling, causing him to squeeze his arms around you in a tight hug

“Whatever you say, dungeon master” His eyes immediately grew dark again at the title, looking down at you with that glimmer you loved to see.

“Careful what you say sweetheart, I can go another round right now” Just as he was about to prove it to you, a series of loud knocks came from the door. “Why is the door locked, are you guys in there?” Dustins voice rang from the hallway, and Eddie started to get up in order to let them in.

You got up in order to move to the chair next to him, but just as you were about to sit down Eddie grabbed you by the hips as he sat down in his throne, positioning you to sit on his lap as you got started on today's session. As you were playing his cum started to drip out of you and onto his leg underneath your skirt, and from the way he started squirming you knew he noticed as well, telling you this definitely wasn’t over yet.

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s7arcr0sser · 6 months

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I have to get this off my chest because I've seen these two get misunderstood a lot already, and with the little attention the pairing is given, maybe it's time to contribute some. If you're willing to read this please just keep an open mind, i understand that Buzz and Ozma aren't the fandom's favorite pairing especially because of the appeal some other non canon ships have (even i see it - i don't blame anyone for it) but it really makes me sad when bias influences people's ability to enjoy things outside of their main interest.

***i should also emphasize that this is just how i interpret it - the beauty of art is that it's subjective***

It always tics me off whenever someone says that Buzz is arrogant or anything of the type. The creators of the show describe his character as "...his biggest flaw is that he believes in his own legend." He's confident. He's overconfident even, which isn't without reason considering he has nearly 100% success rate. It's easy to confuse the two but the difference is in that, he does not belittle anyone and doesn't feel threatened by someone being as good as him or even better. There are times when he has joked at other people's expense (notably - Opposites attract, Speed trap and Plasma monster) but here's the catch - he always learns and by the end makes up for it. It's because he's not the stoic emotionless type of hero, he has personality and sometimes says things he doesn't fully think through. His whole team, Buzz included, loves throwing jabs at each other all the time, their goal never is to genuinely offend.

That leads to my next point. He always means well. Again, he never belittles ON PURPOSE. It's more or less confirmed he's introverted - before Team Lightyear, he worked alone and still loves spending time on his own. That means he likely spent most of his time around Warp and not much of anyone else, his communication skills aren't great because he focuses on his job too much and hasn't spent much time developing them. Sometimes he misses social cues and misunderstands situations or how people feel. He wasn't a jerk to Ty on purpose, everyone is constantly outdoing each other to praise his achievements so he had no idea it annoys Ty to pieces. The moment Buzz found out how he truthly feels he did everything he could to make up for it.

It's a recurring theme that Buzz isn't crazy about wildlife, it's not just his interactions with Ozma but the whole episode Dirty work is about that very topic. He's stubborn and because that's so far removed from his usual line of work he tries everything he can to use his old methods rather than to try something newer. Little by little he gives into it once he starts to allow himself to understand.

That character only cares about their working field, is willing to completely disregard anything that's outside of it, no matter how that may seem unethical to everyone else, and because they haven't gotten enough perspective from the other side they don't see why that's wrong, but is slowly learning throughout the show and could have gotten more development if the show continued.

I'm talking about Ozma this time. See how that can apply to both of them? Ozma is just as wrong as Buzz and they both can get across as irrational, but they actually are trying to protect what they believe in. Buzz doesn't care about nature and Ozma doesn't care about people - directly opposing fields, they are fighting for what the other would sacrifice. That's why their clash is so interesting, they have EVERYTHING in common, with just one difference that's so detrimental that it completely overwhelms their relationship.

Just like how Buzz is misunderstood to be arrogant, Ozma is misunderstood to be cold. She so isn't in the slightest. She treats the ugliest, most dangerous and scariest beast with utmost care and admiration, she gets excited at the sight of a rare specimen even if it could bite her head off in a second, and would risk her safety just to study or help it.

It's people where her enthusiasm dissolves, she is presented as introverted as well which is why sometimes she says things that don't come across all that great. Sure, sometimes she doesn't care because she's not interested in socializing, but she sometimes just doesn't know (example - the bloody water and floating guts comment in Beasts for Karn).

I gotta admit, it also confuses me how Buzz could come off as misogynistic towards Ozma - dammit that guy went in and memorized the most boring stuff in the universe (in his opinion) just to go in and try to impress her. He respects her work greatly - it's just in a field he's never cared for until now. Ozma could've been a male character and it would've been the same thing, because it's not Ozma herself that Buzz doesn't understand, but it's her cause.

He frankly just doesn't know how to act towards people he's interested in or that are interested in him. That's why he gives her unwanted validation - he's just genuinely impressed with her, which is why he's interested in the first place, but has no idea how to express it. He doesn't think any less of her.

Ozma was willing to team up with Zurg to protect the millennial bugs, Buzz was willing to kill Karnian beasts to get back on track with his mission. Both are just as bad, we gotta admit that. But throughout the three episodes we see them together, we see them learn to make more and more compromises for each other. They learn to see the other's perspective, and in their last chronological episode Return to Karn, they barely have fights at all (sure, there's a bit of banter, but it's nowhere near as agressive as it was before). I would kill to see how it would have progressed further.

She just reminds him of himself too much. Remember Good Ol' Buzz? He could barely stand himself because of how stubborn, abrupt and close minded he can be. It's the same thing with Ozma! She has the same traits, and so does he, and it turns into a screaming match until it turns into something else. Because that's just how they are.

So how the hell could this ever work for them? Simple - they are the only ones that could understand each other. With any other partner it would be "you chose your career over me!". If Buzz wasn't an awkward mess he could pull anyone he wants - he wants Ozma because she doesn't care who he is. Because she's brilliant, assertive, a badass and fearless. Because he has to prove himself and it doesn't come easy for him. If she doesn't care for his reputation, why is she interested? For the same reasons - he's just an awesome and determined person. He doesn't give up and believes in everything that is good, to the point of naivete. Because if anyone can give you hope in humanity's goodness, it's him.

And as much as I want to add the darker layer that Ozma might also be subconsciously reminding Buzz of Zurg but from a safe distance, that's a bit too much of a biased interpretation, and we might not be ready for that talk yet.

If you've read all of this, you're crazy, and thank you for coming to my ted talk

#it's one day late cause i wasn't planning on writing all of this #but i felt inspired #who knows if anyone reads this stuff but it's fun just typing it all out #blosctober #buzz lightyear #ozma furbanna #buzz lightyear of star command #character analysis #(i dont know what ship name to use but i'll just use whatever so that all shippy posts on my blog are organized)#lightbanna

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shdysders · 4 months

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bruises

pairing: tara carpenter & female reader

summary: in which you've been ignoring tara, and she can't figure out why.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of abuse, violence & bruises.

Tara knew something was wrong the second you didn't answer her text she sent before she entered first period. You always answered.

You didn't share any classes except one that was held once a week, so she barely had time to search you up in between the periods. In fact, she wasn't sure you had shown up to school at all.

Mindy had told her she had seen a glimpse of you during lunch, but nothing more than that.

Tara had excepted for everything to go back to normal when late evening arrived, but that was not the case.

She had been laying sprawled out on her bed for hours, ever since she had eaten dinner with Sam. Waiting for you to come knocking on her window, like you did every night.

You and Tara had agreed for you to sneak in through the window any time you visited, which was mainly because Sam would freak out if she knew Tara was seeing someone she hadn't met properly. But she had to keep you away from her older sister, Sam would scare you away.

You would pass by her window almost every night, and when you couldn't make it, you would text Tara and tell her that you were unable to come. But you hadn't texted her today, which made her believe that you were coming by.

Tara sighed as she checked the time on her phone, it was almost midnight.

tara <3 (11:14pm): are u not coming?

She longly stared at her phone screen after she had seen it, bottom lip trapped between her teeth, hoping for the writing bubbles to appear. But when two minutes passed of just staring without any response, she groaned loudly in frustration, throwing the phone to the end of her bed.

However when her phone hit the mattress, a notification popped up, making her snatch it back in her hands. A small smile appearing on her face when she saw your name on it.

you <33 (11:17pm) no not today. sorry. i love you <3

The text made Tara feel disappointed and frustrated at the same time, the smile dropping quickly. She hadn't expected for you to show up considering the late time of the day, but a part of her thought you would at least give her an explanation on why you didn't come.

The night passed quickly and before she knew it, Tara was in class again. All her mind and worry focused on you.

By the time she had arrived home and had yet another dinner with Sam that was filled with questions about everything and everyone, she had sent you over a dozen of text messages.

You on the other hand, had only sent one. Stating that you were sick, and that's why you hadn't showed up to school. But Tara had a feeling that wasn't the only reason to it, maybe not the reason at all.

You had been sick multiple times during your relationship, and when you were you didn't tend to ignore her messages nor did you respond with short and dry sentences.

She knew something was wrong, but she knew better than to go to your house.

Your dad was a very violent person, and had been ever since your mother passed away a few years back. You had told Tara that he hadn't always been like that, he had been a great loving father before the tragic death of your mother. But instead of a therapist or mental help, he turned to alcohol. Which was the main cause for his violence.

He had threatened you with it multiple times, lashing out at you for doing the slightest things wrong. You had gotten used to it, but his loud voice and harsh tone always seemed to scare you.

That's why Tara didn't go to your house. She had tried before, when she planned to surprise you for your birthday last year. But she didn't even get a chance to knock on your window before she could see your figure squeezed into a corner, knees pressed up to your chest as your hands covered your ears. Your father was standing in front of you, screaming so loudly that Tara could hear is voice through the glass of the window, however she couldn't comprehend the words.

The next day Tara had told you about what she saw. You had brushed it off, telling her you were just being dramatic. However you did tell her that she probably shouldn't come over to your house, so you guys stuck with the idea of you sneaking through her window, and not the other way around.

After the day you had brushed it all off so smoothly, Tara thought she would never hear anything more about your father, or how your home life was. But she was wrong.

Because you told her everything that happened in your house. You told her what had happened, why it happened, and how it had happened.

There was multiple nights where you would cry into her chest, venting to her about all kinds of feelings.

Tara wished dearly that there was something she could do to fix it. But she there wasn't. She couldn't offer you to stay with her and Sam, and she didn't have enough money to buy herself her own apartment for the two of you; also because Sam wouldn't allow it.

All she could do was call the police or protective authorities, but when she had suggested the idea to you, you panicked and straightly begged her not to do that. You told her everything would get worse and that nobody would believe her if she did. So she didn't, even tho she strongly felt the need to.

There was nothing she could do, same as now. She couldn't come to your house nor tell Sam about her worries when it came to you.

Even though she knew the consequences that were about to occur, her worry got the best of her, which led to her taking the risk anyway.

She knew you weren't sick. Something was wrong, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

She climbed out of her own window, not caring for the heights or the way Sam would probably spank her if she found out she had snuck out. She needed to know why you were ignoring her.

It was a rather long walk to your house, considering the fact that Tara lived in the center of New York, meanwhile you lived a bit further outside the town.

After twenty minutes of walking she had finally managed to reach your house. With no remorse or hesitation she started to climb up the branches of the small tree just inches away from your window. Letting out a few grunts and sighs as all kinds of branches scratched her in the face.

When she reached the window, the only thing her eyes searched for was you. Which she immediately found the second she looked into the glass. Your figure was laying on your bed, eyes carefully scanning on the book you held in your hands.

She almost felt bad when she gently knocked on the window, you looked so peaceful. But your attention quickly shifted to the window as the sound of knocking filled the room.

You were quick to jump to your feet, approaching the window with a body filled with hesitation. Tara tried to shoot you a smile before you carefully opened the window, but she didn't get one in return.

When the window was open, you made sure to offer Tara your hand to pull her inside, which she happily accepted without any sort of uncertainty.

She didn't have a chance to look at your face until she had landed inside and finished wiping her hands on her jeans; brushing off any sort of tree detritus that had stuck to her hands while climbing. But when she did see your face, she immediately felt her mouth open in shock.

A massive black bruise covered your left eye, the eye itself was swollen and the bruise almost reached down to your cheekbone. Your lip was cut open, swollen as well.

"Y/n." Tara spoke softly voice laced with worry, trying to grasp your shoulder, but she only made it halfway before you pulled away.

You had completely forgotten about the huge difference in your face when you saw Tara in the window. She had that affect on you; making you forget about everything bad around you.

But when you saw her shocked stare and open mouth, you began to panic, being quick to turn around to face the wall, covering your whole face with your two hands.

"God.. Tara." You spoke shakily, feeling tears beginning to form around your eyes.

"Y/n.." She repeated, carefully walking towards you, but stopped moving when she heard your shaky voice beginning to speak again.

"Tara I just..I don't want you to look at me right now.." You let out a sob, you're right hand falling from your face, revealing the eye that was not bruised. "It's really ugly.." You sobbed again.

Tara lightly grabbed both of your arms, bringing you closer to her so she could gently put her forehead against yours, trying to encourage you to look into her eyes. But when she noticed you didn't and could just see the tears that slowly ran down your cheeks, she spoke up, feeling nothing but guilt and worry in her body.

"There's no one else I wanna look at.." She comforted, her hands carefully finding a place in your hair.

At that you slowly dragged your left hand down your face, revealing the dark bruise formed around your beautiful eye.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." She spoke up again, making your lips form into a pout as you tried to take in the whole situation.

Tara didn't hesitate before pulling you into a warm embrace, whispering apologies into your ear, not because she weren't there, but because she knew there was nothing she could do to stop this.

But you didn't care. As long as you had your Tara, you knew that you were okay.

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #vada cavell x reader #wednesday addams x reader #mabel x reader

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doobea · 9 months

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I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You're a famous online smut author, married to an international superstar athlete, and everyone around you thinks you have the perfect sex life. What they don't realize is Rin sleeps in the guest room and you're still very much a virgin.

contents: fem!reader, explicit content, they do basically everything BUT seggs (oral male and female receiving, sexting, fingering), extreme word vomit and narration in the beginning, characters are all in their mid/late-20s, romcom, honestly they're figuring themselves out, mdni word count: 4K a/n: honestly, idk why the word count keeps increasing everytime but i tried to make this as fluffy and emotional as possible?? please have respectful eyes and thoughts when reading :3c - again if u wanna be added to the taglist just comment below hehe

三 : Baby, my room is the G spot -> prev. -> next.

You've spent the past few weeks mulling over your "passion project"; spending the majority of your days writing till late as three in the morning, back slouched and brain caffeinated, convincing yourself that each paragraph written was perfect. But recently you've found yourself hating every word, every sentence, and every character development point that you've produced. If it wasn't for the fact that you've poured over 30,000 words into the novel you would've scrapped everything and started over. Something felt off.

You groan, kicking your legs underneath your office desk and slumping over in your chair. The words on the screen didn't even look like words anymore. You can't count how many times you've rewritten the same paragraph. Writer's block is killing you and you blame it on your husband.

It's been exactly three days since the dressing room incident and, unlike grown adults, you both decided it was best to sweep it under the rug. There was a small window of opportunity to speak about it but it didn't help that minutes later the store manager put two and two together and implemented a lifetime ban against you and Rin. Needless to say, the drive home was dead silent. But at least you received the clothes for free!

Of course, a million questions ran through your head, trying to piece together what even caused Rin to do that. The most far you've gotten with him was limited to heavy make-out sessions, and even those are a rare occurrence. Your not-so-obvious plan of trying to seduce him worked (it was Shidou's idea), so why do you feel like you're back to square one?

The messaging app on your laptop hops up and down before its jarring ringtone blasts through the speakers. You click 'accept' when you see the names of your familiar penpals pop in the middle of the screen and enter the call seeing eerie smiles coming from everyone.

"So," Bachira sings, eyes gleaming with intensity, "how did it go?"

So much for “hello”.

A soft blush creeps its way to your cheeks and it doesn't go unnoticed by your friends. A chorus of 'oohs' and 'aahs' follow suit and you feel even more naked than you were days ago.

"It went well, like super well." You meekly recall the explicit events that occurred in the dressing room, stumbling over the details as you remember your husband's careful movements against your skin and lower regions.

The four men sit up straight, whispering to each other with wide eyes 'See? I told you so!' and Shidou proudly puffs out his chest at his genius plotting.

"But," And this is where everyone stops in their tracks and tenses, "we still slept in separate beds afterwards."

Betrayal and disgust are written on their faces.

Hell breaks loose as the men raise their voices at the same time, a series of fake cries and spurs of curse words that you haven't heard before leak from the device. You hastily connect your Bluetooth headphones to your laptop to hopefully drown out the sounds since Rin is still very much at home - just in the other room.

"Guys," Your voice strains, "everything will be okay." The reassurance is more for yourself than for anyone else on the call.

"I just wanna know what your husband is thinking." Chigiri presses his lips together in a tight line.

"He's bold enough to finger fuck you in a dressing room but doesn't have the balls to just sleep in the same bedroom?" Shidou scoffs.

Hiori raises a hand to interject while wearing an uneasy expression, "You ever think there's something that happened in his past that's causing him to avoid certain amounts of intimacy?"

You draw in a deep breath before shaking your head, "Honestly, I'm not sure if there's much on his past and we've always danced around the topic." More like Rin would always try and excuse himself from the conversation during the few times that it did happen. You've assumed the number of partners is probably more than the average person, given the fact that he's a popular athlete and gives off 'male lead' energy in a drama.

"Here's a wild thought to consider!" Bachira shares his screen, and the contents of a poorly drawn-out graphic bearing the colorful words 'TOP THINGS TO DO TO SEDUCE A VIRGIN' pops up. There is a step-by-step guide with weirdly in-depth descriptions for each point. The points labeled 'force them to share a bed' and 'lingerie' were scribbled out while being accompanied by a sad face.

"What am I looking at exactly?" You blank at the screen, ignoring the suppressed giggling fits coming from Shidou and Chigiri in the background.

Hiori clears his throat, "We were all thinking that maybe your husband is also a virgin." The jarring statement causes you to choke on your saliva but he continues on, "It's clear that he cares about you from what you've told us, and maybe the dressing room incident caused him to have some sort of confidence in his performance? We believe he's just shy and is waiting for you to initiate the process."

Chigiri nods in agreement, "And given that he's avoidant talking about his past relationships, it could mean he just doesn't have any partners and assumes that you probably had plenty."

"But why would he even assume that?"

"Because," Shidou launches himself close to the camera, "you're literally a smut master. You don't think he's looked up your shit even once?"

You open your mouth, trying to fish the right words to respond, and nothing comes out. You find your legs bouncing rapidly against the hardwood floor and gnaw at the bit of flesh in your mouth, a sudden surge of a mix of anxiety and excitement bursting through your veins. "This—I don't think makes sense." Except, you think, it does. It 100% does make sense and you want to hit yourself on the head for not catching it earlier.

Bachira lets out a long whimsical sigh and zooms in to the top of the graphic, enhancing the words 'SEND HIM NUDES, "You can start with this and," he scrolls down to the next bullet point, "follow up with my favorite foreplay: sexting!"

Subconsciously, you find yourself reaching for the phone, staring hard at the background photo of you and Rin on one of your earlier date nights. The photo had poor lighting quality due to the only source being his small apartment TV at the time. The two of you were seated against the couch cushions on the floor, knees pulled up to your chest and his arm awkwardly wrapped around your shoulder. It was your first couple's photo together after a long movie marathon. A shitty but precious photo nonetheless. You find yourself thinking, maybe the third time is the charm?

Rin shuts his laptop after another hour-long session with Anri, feeling everything but relaxed. He didn't go into much detail on what happened, fearing both judgment from his therapist and recognition of the lack of communication skills - so he lies. He didn't care if Anri was able to sense it, Rin knows he's a bad liar, but he also knows that he probably shouldn't be venting with a distracted mind.

He tosses his headphones to his side and lays down on the bed, limbs sprawling out in all directions to try and release some of the tension in his body. Ever since what occurred three days ago, he's been struggling to act like his usual self. His kicks have been sloppy, rushed, and just filled god awful accuracy. The meals that he tried to cook himself right afterward always end up tasting burnt for being on the stove a minute too long. And you? Rin remembers you asking if you had wanted to talk about it shortly after but he was quick to decline. A bit too quickly. He knows he should've started the conversation but restless thoughts of insecurity clouded his judgment.

What if you secretly hated it? What if you faked your orgasm? Will anything that he'll do live up to your prior experiences?

He shudders at the thoughts before snapping back up from the mattress. Rin needs to relieve this stress build-up by doing the only thing he knows best and starts packing his gym bag for the training grounds.

When he pokes his head out, he vaguely overhears muffled voices along with your fingers rapidly typing away at your keyboard, and exhales. You're still busy in your weekly meeting and that means he can have plenty of alone time if he doesn't bump into his teammates during after-hours. Rin quickly fills up his water bottle, throwing in a couple of ice cubes, then dips.

Luck is finally on his side as Rin steps onto the open turf field with no one in sight. He lets out a deep sigh, throws down his bag, and dives deep into his routine work. His mind goes numb an hour in after scoring against the dummy goalie for the nth time, his accuracy returning at a steady pace, and finally decides to take a quick water break. Just as he finishes relacing his cleats, a familiar buzzing sound catches his ears, glancing down to see your text.

my love "are you alone right now?"

He pauses and stares. For some reason, he feels like this is a test and hesitates an answer. Are you in a bad mood? Are you asking to have a long-winded phone call over the incident? Rin's shaky fingers hover over the phone's keyboard and, before he has the chance to say anything, you send over the next message.

The first thing he sees is 'IMAGE RECIEVED' and the second thing he sees is a pair of breasts. Your breasts. It's a faceless photo but he recognizes the white lacey outfit from the boutique. You had one of your arms pressed under your breasts to elevate them for extra volume and your thighs were spread open just enough for your folds to slip through. Rising temperatures and aches soon force their way down to his stomach and growing length.

Even though Rin knew he was alone, he snaps his neck side to side just to make sure before replying.

Rin "looks nice"

He immediately regrets it. It's not like he plays nonchalance very well, either way. Rin is fast to recall back to the erotic novels he's read and pulls together a message that is more fitting and elegant in his eyes.

Rin "do you want me to come back?"

You're quick to respond back and he grimaces.

my love "no."

But you continue to his surprise.

my love "but if you're alone do you mind touching yourself?"

Rin inhales a sharp breath and palms his evident aching length through his shorts, it's burning to the touch. He's confident that there aren't any cameras that are still on, there was no point if everyone else went home for the day, right? Rin finds a comfortable corner in the arena and presses his back flush against the cold wall, pulling out the camera app on his phone. He adjusts the position so that his lower abs are in frame and tug down his waistband enough for his head to poke out, already wet and raging red from precum, and snaps the picture over.

my love "oh wow wait you're at practice rn?" Rin "don't worry too much, im the only one here" "do you want to see more?"

There's a moment in pause and Rin thinks maybe he's overstepped his place as he watches the text bubbles reappear and disappear soon after the other. But soon you return with his message with more than what he can bite.

my love "dont finish just yet! come back when you're done with training and let's have a talk." ATTACHMENT: 1 IMAGE

And it's a photo of your ass.

On instinct, his fingers brush over his sensitive head and he bites down his lips to contain a threatening moan from escaping. As much as Rin would love to pleasure himself shamefully on work grounds, curiosity, and some sense of morals, crawl back to his senses.

Rin "be back in 15"

With a quick toss of his water bottle and ruffling for his car keys, RIn has never driven home at lightning speed till now.

You find yourself pacing back and forth in your bedroom, heart hammering against your chest as you fiddle with the lace hanging from your bodysuit as a failed attempt to calm your nerves. A part of you wants to thank your friends for their suggestions and another part of you wants to hide underneath covers because you still can't process that this might be finally happening.

Sounds of keys jingling by the front door halts your movements and you could hear your husband frantically tossing his shoes and bag on the floor - an uncharacteristic trait for someone neat like Rin. Before you get the chance of covering up in any way, the athlete rushes into your room, seemingly a bit out of breath. His usual teal eyes now have a familiar dark overcast over them, similar to how he looked in the dressing room days ago.

You press your thighs together, shyly averting your gaze from the male, and cough, "I think we both need to confess something so I'll go first. I want us to explore more intimately but I want you to know that you're going to be my first for essentially everything." You make an anguished noise, flush, and look away. Rin doesn’t press it, but the silence falls over, and it's a heavy one.

You hear him let out a small, but audible, gasp of sorts. Then some shuffling. Then a soft plop. You look up and Rin is sitting on your bed, patting the spot next to him and shooting you a gentle smile. Pressure that you didn't even realize you had is released from your body as you sit down, immediately reaching out to interlace your fingers with his. You sink your head against his broad shoulder.

"You're my first for everything too," Rin admits followed by a hushed sigh, his cheeks tinted red, and it looks like he's going to either laugh or cry, you can't tell but, from the moonlight shining through the windows, you can at least see that he isn't terrified. "So let's take care of each other, okay?" And gives your hand a tight squeeze.

Rin reaches over and tugs you to straddle in his lap. It's not awkward, almost easy, and you follow the eager voices chanting in your head as you lean back between your husband's firm thighs. Arms loop around his neck and your eyes lock, meeting his dark and seemingly naive ones. There is enough natural light flowing in that you can count each individual eyelash, notice the small movements in his pupils as he searches for permission, how his lips tweak from both nervousness and hunger, and that his skin is essentially flawless.

You take the initiative and the kisses that you leave on his collarbones are enthusiastic, needy, and messy - more displaced saliva than anything else. But neither of you cares enough. Rin lets out the slightest of moans and his hands find their way to your thighs, thumbs pressing down hard that leaves you wondering if there's a chance for bruises tomorrow.

His grip on you tightens when your lips hover over his flushed ears. You decide to play with this discovery and drag your teeth over his right ear lobe, almost moaning in response to the noise that escaped from Rin's mouth.

"I didn't realize that you have sensitive ears." You continue to playfully nibble his lobes, managing another groan from the male.

"Don't push it." Rin breathes out before pressing one of his thumbs against your covered folds, humming in contentment when he realizes that it's completely soaked. As he circles around your heat, he hears his name slipping through your plumped lips, a distinctive whine that makes his cock twitch. "Let me try something real quick."

He sets you aside and gets up, desperately tossing his sweat-covered t-shirt and unbearable sweats from his warming skin. All clothes from his body are stripped and forgotten on the bedroom floor as he stands fully exposed and watches your flustered figure with nothing but instincts taking over.

Rin lays fully down on the mattress and motions you to climb on top, ass facing him. If your face wasn't red before, it sure is red now after putting the indications together. "Come here, let me make you feel good." His voice is coated with needy intoxication and you obediently follow his commands.

You carefully hover your lower half over his face and lay face to face with his twitching head, mind racing as you try and figure out how exactly are you going to fit him in your mouth. It should be a crime to be this dangerously attractive and pair it with something so big. Before you get the chance to grasp his length, your body jolts and a shriek escapes your lips. Looking over your shoulder, you see Rin spreading your warmth apart with a smirk etched onto his face.

"Relax," is all he says, pulling down your thighs, and your mesh-covered mound meets with his impatient tongue flicking and drinking your soiled leakage.

You let your mind blissfully go blank and struggle to not grind your hips against his nose. Your ragged breathing hangs over his leaking tip and it twitches angrily in response. Finding your strength, you curl your hand around his throbbing erection, giving it a few experimental strokes, immediately taken aback by how firm a penis can be.

"A bit looser, love." Rin hisses out between your legs, his mouth now covered in a mixture of your fluids and his drool. He's fighting a war in his head, debating whether to stop to look at your cute attempt to swallow him whole or continue to ravage your dripping folds. The second option sounds infinitely more appealing, he thinks.

You mumble out a drunken apology and adjust your grip. After a few strokes and vibrations of him groaning against your lower half, you finally find the courage to consume his impressive size. Your lips wrap itself around his head and Rin is doing everything that he can to not shove the entirety of his cock down your hot, welcoming tunnel. The combination of your crazed moans and juices are like honey in his throat and it drives him insane. The swirling from your tongue around his tip and your bobbing head movements send his hands to grasp each side of your ass, he whines and kneads against the soft fat.

"Fuck," Rin knows he shouldn't buck his hips into you, especially since you look like you're still struggling with his length, but it feels too good for it to go unnoticed. "Don't stop, do that again."

You let out a hum against his head in response, sending static shock to his legs, and repeat the process again. Rin chooses not to hold back his moans, not when you're both figuring out each other's bodies for the first time, and he allows the heavy fog in his vision to swallow him whole. His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your ass and grinds your hips back and forth on his mouth, making sure that your hood rubs against the tip of his nose for added pleasure. A minute passes and Rin feels the pressure building faster than he can even warn you.

"Baby, I—" He gasps out, the knot quickly comes undone in his stomach and unintentionally releases in multiple spurts into your mouth. Rin feels you choke in response, and knows that the load is way more than what he usually produces. His head rolls deep into the pillow and cries out a moan when you attempt to swallow with his overly sensitive cock still between your lips.

You pop his wet length from your now sore jaw and laugh weakly, "So that's what semen tastes like."

Rin grunts and proceeds to flip your body onto the bed, earning a loud yelp from you, "Still need to finish you off." He slips between your legs, resting his mouth on top of your wet mound, and sucks off the remaining slick through the mesh fabric. You almost clamp your thighs together from the sensitivity but his arms stop your actions.

Your hands grab at the bedsheets, knuckles turning white from the obvious burning sensation slowly building up in your stomach as his mouth makes its way over to focus solely on your itching nub. You feel him tugging the fabric to the side and you immediately release a loud mew, curling your back against the mattress when his fingers feel their way inside your mushy entrance and pumping in all the right angles from before.

Encouraged by your response, he speeds up his pace and feels your tightness form as you writhe under his touch. Rin soon notices that your body has gotten too tense, knowing the struggle that you've caught yourself in as tears threaten to escape from your eyes. He pauses his fingers inside and coos, "I want you to look at me as you cum. Can you cum for me?"

You say nothing but your insides couldn't help but to pulse against his fingers after hearing his daring words. He takes that as approval and resumes his speed, mouth latching back to its original position but this time his half-lidded eyes don't falter from yours. Hands fly to tear skin at the broad shoulders beneath as you breathe out his name in ecstasy. Soon you're scrambling against him, lifting your hips from the wet mattress over his fingertips and face, wanting more, and Rin realizes that you're stumbling through a messy, hard-fought orgasm that he's completely responsible for causing. The juices spilling from your sobbing canal leaves him fuzzy and ransacked as he struggles to consume them.

He gets up, wipes his slick-covered mouth, and watches your chest heave from a mix of exhaustion and pleasure, "I'll be right back."

Your vision is blurry, to say the least, but you make out the subtle lighting turning on in the background, the sounds of a faucet running, and then the touch of your gentle husband as he makes brief dabs with a towel against your nether regions. You groan at the contact.

"Does it hurt?"

You shake your head, voice barely there, "Just a bit sore, it was really intense."

A chuckle rolls off his lips that send flutters to your already pounding chest. Rin feels his lips twist into a smile that matches yours, unable to fight off the feelings of warm affection that bloom deep in him as you stare deep into his gaze. He bends down, planting a chaste kiss on your sweat-ridden forehead while undoing the strings of the laced bodysuit. "I'm sorry, let's get you out of this thing and clean up, okay?"

You run your body under the rush of the warm water in the shower, cheeks flushed and mind still processing the fresh events. A negative creeping thought gnaws against your skull, saying that maybe he'll sleep in his room again but that dissipates when you hear him entering the bathroom. You see your naked husband looking at the ground through the translucent curtains, almost in a shy manner, completely forgetting the fact that he dominated you just moments ago, and whispers, "Do you mind if I join you?"

It's your turn to laugh this time, "The shower you mean? Yea, you can."

"Mhm," He brushes the curtains away and steps behind you, hands grabbing your waist and pulling your bodies closer, "I meant for the night."

Suddenly, you find yourself smiling wide, it was infectious and silly, like you had just won a prize at the carnival fair. You melt against his chest and peer up into his sharp teal eyes, "Thought you'd never ask."

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AHAHHAHAHSHSHHD I HAVE A REQUESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT IF YOU DON'T MIND BUT CAN YOU DO A HUSBAND ALASTOR X CRYBABY READER

Good evening my dear! Indeed I can!

I'm on a songfic fix at the moment so hopefully you don't mind me turning this into one, if you do just let me know and I can write a proper oneshot, drabble or headcanons

Crybaby

Warnings:

Murder, Alastor being weird, mild angst, OOC, the ending is a bit muddled because lack of motivation hit me like a TRUCK.

The song I chose for obvious reasons

You seem to replace your brain with your heart, You take things so hard and then you fall apart

You always had what one would call a bleeding heart, tears would overflow at the slightest instance, you fell onto the ground? Tears, you saw a rabbit munching on a carrot? Tears fell because it was just SO cute, you sobbed as you stabbed a guy to death, blubbering out apologies saying you wouldn't have to do it if he had JUST kept his mouth shut and didn't say those awful, awful things.

You try to explain, but before you can start

You met Alastor when the two of you were alive, he was an aspiring radio host at the time and well, your father ran a rather popular radio station.

Those "Cry baby" tears come out of the dark

You were considered the favorite child, (or the only child depending on the route you go) and Alastor knew that, he wasn't above using people to climb up the social ladder.

Someone's turning the handle to that faucet in your eyes

Everything was planned out, like how the two of you met, he found out what places you frequented, choosing a cafe to be the place to run into you.

You had accidentally poured warm coffee on his clothes, you cried out apologies as you patted him dry with napkins, offering to pay for drycleaning.

You pour it out where everyone can see

And that was it, it started with him charming you, asking you out for coffee, lunch, dinners and eventually he had you hooked.

Your heart's too big for your body, it's why it won't fit inside

Him eventually catching feelings for you was just the icing on the cake, a bonus, you and him felt similarly to certain affections.

His mother quite liked you as well asking him to bring you by again when you met her the first time.

You pour it out where everyone can see

As the relationship grew, he became a prominent radio personality, eventually proposing to you leading to marriage.

They call you cry baby, cry baby

Alastor was supposed to be working late that night, you weren't expecting him to come home as you washed the blood off of your hands, blood stained the bathroom sink, dried tears leaving faint streaks on your face.

But you don't fucking care

"Mon étoile?"

You slowly turned around as if you were in a horror movie, the one person you didn't want to see you like this.

Cry baby, cry baby

You burst into tears falling onto the ground, not even trying to explain yourself, Alastor grinned and moved next to you, gently wiping away your tears taking silent joy from them.

So you laugh through your tears

You laughed as Alastor gave a light smooch onto your face.

Cry baby, cry baby

And that begun a new era of your relationship,

You'd act as bait luring in the folks you and Alastor felt like taking away their living privileges.

'Cause you don't fucking care

You lived like that for years, taking many lives, shedding many tears, a killer couple.

Tears fall to the ground

Unfortunately all good things come to an end.

You'll just let them drown

Alastor went to dispose of a body while you cleaned up the aftermath.

You'll just let them drown

The police showing up and breaking the news to you that your dearest Alastor was shot in the head and attacked by dogs shattered you.

Cry baby, cry baby

You spent your days crying, barely being able to organize a funeral that no one other then you attended, after all who would attend the funeral of a murderer.

You're all on your own and you lost all your friends

You were alone now, sure your family urged you to move back home, you were still a sweetheart with a bleeding heart to them, you just fell for Alastor's schemes, that no one saw coming.

You spent your days crying, clinging on to any remnants of Alastor, your social life took a huge hit.

You told yourself that it's not you, it's them

They whispered behind your back, theorizing if you were apart of the murders or not, if you knew, if you were truly innocent.

You're one of a kind and no one understands

You were found dead in your home, alone.

But those "Cry baby" tears keep coming back again

You woke up in hell, you knew you probably weren't going to heaven but still!

Someone's turning the handle to that faucet in your eyes

Tears swelled up in your eyes but you wiped them away before they could fall deciding to look around and assess your situation.

You pour it out where everyone can see

Wandering around you passed by a shop with a radio present in it, reminding you of your dear Alastor.

Your heart's too big for your body, it's why it won't fit inside

The tears started pouring, and before you could do anything else, someone touches your shoulder.

You pour it out where everyone can see

You've been down below for who knew how long now, bring found by Mimzy of all people, a good friend of yours, and Alastor's.

They call you cry baby, cry baby

Mimzy showed up at Alastor's home banging on the front door, you stood a few feet away from her, He opened it displeased at the sudden visit but he smiled wide nonetheless.

"Mimzy dear, pray tell why you are banging on my door at this unholy hour?" He asked, simply hearing his voice the waterworks began as Mimzy pulled you out from where you stood.

But you don't fucking care

Alastor's eyes ever so slightly widened, it hadn't been that long since he died, he suspected you would follow suit eventually but not this quickly.

Cry baby, cry baby

"I believe this one is yours, they've been crying on and off, it's driving me crazy" Mimzy said shoving you into Alastor as you grinned up at him through blurry eyes

So you laugh through your tears

"I missed you." You said as Alastor touched your face, brushing a claw over it, you, much like him and every other sinner looked different from when you were alive, you had permanent gold tear streaks stitched into your face, how ironic.

Cry baby, cry baby

Alastor simply grinned, wiping away a tear.

"You haven't changed a bit, Mon étoile."

'Cause you don't fucking care

"You can pay me back for reunitin' ya lovebirds later!"

Mimzy laughed before running off to do who knows what, making a swift exit for plot convenience.

Tears fall to the ground

And that was that, you were finally reunited.

You'll just let them drown

While Alastor was given the name of The Radio demon you were referred to as the Crying demon,

How original.

Cry baby, cry baby

While Alastor stuck fear with a smile, hearing you wail in the distance stuck fear into others, you'd apologize as you ripped sinners apart just like you did in life.

You'll just let them drown

You watched as Alastor developed a cannibalistic taste for sinners, he opted to bring you sinner hearts as a token of affection,

You teared up from how sweet the extremely messed up act was.

Cry baby, cry baby

You also watched as Alastor's personal hygiene got worse, to the point where you'd chase him down with a sponge and a bucket of water, or before bed with a toothbrush and some toothpaste.

Much to his chagrin he was never able to escape you chasing him.

You'll just let them drown

Alastor's more sadistic tendencies were revealed in full force, with him biting and pinching your cheeks just hard enough to make you cry.

It wasn't a deal breaker but it did weird you out at first.

I look at you and I see myself

Alastor brought you to the Hazbin hotel after Husk and Niffty were pulled from wherever,

You quickly gained an affection for the hotel and it's residents, Alastor may have been using the hotel for his own entertainment but you genuinely believed in Charlie's dream of redeeming sinners.

And I know you better than anyone else

Becoming another parental figure for the princess you showered her with advice and familial affection, saying if you had a child you'd want them to be just like her.

And I have the same faucet in my eyes

Vaggie wasn't spared from the parental affection either, Alastor might not have been fond of her but you were.

So your tears are mine

You eventually became like the hotels therapist, a very prone to crying therapist but a therapist none the less.

You and Charlie tended to cry together especially if the two of you decided to put a emotionally charged movie on for movie nights

They call me cry baby, cry baby

You cried when extermination day happened, taking out exorcists left and right, your tears were filled with anger as you witnessed what happened to Sir Pentious.

But I don't fucking care

You cried tears of joy when the hotel was rebuilt and when Alastor came back from wherever he was.

Cry baby, cry baby

"You are an complete and utter MORON,"

"Mon étoile, W̴̝̖͙̩̹̓͆̏͌̒̔̑͐̕h̶͔̲̄ă̵̟̥͙̥͖͚̋̍̓̓̇̕ţ̶̧͇̞̟͈͔͉̦͋̄͂̌́̉͗ ̸̛̟̖̰͛͐̂̌̃d̷͎͍̦̩̯̂̐̈́̒̇͜ͅï̷̙͎͙̱̲̾̓̓̂d̵̛̛̲̤̺̟͒̈́̽́̑̈́̈͜͠ ̴̬̥̱͓̊̒͛ȳ̶̢̢̛̛̘͓̱̱̭̩̣͈̈́̀͋͘͝ő̴͓̜̥̪͇͙͉̞̜ủ̴̢̖͙̞͈̳̈́̑̋̂̉̈ ̵̩̈́̋̂̾̓̎̌̕̚j̶̛̗̲͚͖̼̻̥͕̚ù̸̫̯̎s̷̛̹̠̠̰͇̬̟̤͖̃̋͋ť̵͇̹͕̞͌ ̵̢̹͖̯͆̀̽́̎̐̐̽̆̃c̴͍̼̤̓̉̃̒̕͠a̶͖̙̭͂͋̓l̸̢̧̨͙̯̹̯̱̳̏̈́̀l̷̡͖͉̟̼̳̹͙̏́̄̃͋ͅ ̶̧͓͍͑m̶̨̡̠̖͇̫͓̅̈́-̷̞̱̪͓̞̅̈́͊̇̎̐͝"

"Don't pull that radio demon bullshit with me right now Alastor! How hard was it to arm yourself? You aren't invincible to ANGELIC WEAPONS!"

You shouted at Alastor as you paced around your newly restored shared room, first aid kit open, bandages wrapped around, angry tears in your eyes.

If you were anyone else, you would be dead for rubbing salt into the still aching wound.

Alastor sighed and swung one leg over the other, crossing his arms intending to wait until your 'temper tantrum' was over.

I laugh through my tears

Normally he rather liked your tears, in a Alastor way, but they were annoying to him in this instance.

Cry baby, cry baby

You grabbed his face, locking your eyes with his,

"You could've died, You would've left me again."

"Dearest,"

"Al,"

"I won't leave you again."

"Promise?"

You asked dropping your hands from his face only for him to hold them in his hands.

"Promise."

'Cause I don't fucking care, Tears fall to the ground

With the hotel rebuilt, bigger, more grand then before, sinners began to trickle in.

Wanting to give redemption a shot,

Some wanted to see someone they knew that more then likely ended up going above, some had nothing left to lose, some just wanted to change, hating what they've become since they fell below.

I just let them drown, Cry baby, cry baby

You quite liked how things were developing, seeing Charlie's face light up when hotel residents improved, getting clean from addiction, proving to be better.

I just let them drown, Cry baby, cry baby

Alastor originally got involved in this place for his own entertainment or otherwise, bringing you with him, he didn't think that his darling crybaby of a wife would get attached.

But maybe he was getting attached too, not that he would ever admit it even to you.

You'll just let them drown, They call you cry baby, cry baby

You and Alastor sat comfortably on the couch in his radio tower, with you laying on his shoulder, his arm gingerly wrapped around you.

I just let them drown

"Al, look how cute they are!"

You said as you held your phone to Alastor, you had to remove a few qualities in order to keep the phone, you didn't mind since you mostly used it to communicate with the hotel residents or look at animal videos on the Internet anyways.

He simply hummed as he grimaced at the phone, you were trying to show him a group of hellborn kittens,

"We should get a cat,"

"We already have a cat."

"Husk doesn't count."

You said frowning as Alastor moved his hand to your cheek, pinching it until tears swelled up in your eyes.

Cry baby, cry baby

You were sobbing at the red creature you held in your arms,

"It's adorable!" You sobbed out holding the catlike creature that you found on the side of the road much to Alastor's displeasure you wanted a cat, and you got a cat thingy

"It looks like Alastor."

"Exactly!"

Alastor squinted at the cat thing you were crying with pride over, he would throw the damned thing out the window but unfortunately you were already attached, and he preferred you to cry over literally anything else other then the failed clone of his.

You'll just let them drown

Good evening folks! Thanks for tuning in! I scheduled this for Saturday so that should mean this is the last of the songfics! [For now anyways] [post-post edit, I LIED THERE WILL BE MORE SONG FICS THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING]

I wanted to go more into how Alastor would probably enjoy the readers crying but it got a little too weird.

Have a wonderful weekend folks!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor imagine

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solarmorrigan · 1 month

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Requested by @westifer-dead (I think?? I hope that was directed at me)

This probably wasn't what you had in mind, but in my defense, it absolutely was not what I planned on writing. It sorta snuck up on me. I hope this is okay, though <3

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

Prompt from this post

Tags/CW: transmasc Steve, fairly explicit depiction of menstruation, resulting mentions of blood, mentions of dysphoria, Steve's internal dialogue is rather unkind to himself in this one (soft ending, though??)

Steve’s first, horrified thought when he wakes feeling an uncomfortable amount of damp sticking his boxers to his skin is that he’s somehow managed to piss the bed.

The immediate wakefulness caused by that thought, however, is enough to give him a second one – particularly when he feels the ache low in his gut and spreading down his hips as he rolls over to toss the covers back and reveal the red stain on both his underwear and the sheets.

Fuck.

He’s early.

His period shouldn’t have been along for another couple of days, at least, and Steve hadn’t even thought about putting on a pad before getting into bed—he glances at the clock—two hours ago.

“Motherfucker,” Steve hisses.

He’d gotten home from the world’s most frustrating late shift sometime after midnight and had actually managed to get to sleep by one, and now his body is pulling this shit on him – waking him with pain and mess at three in the goddamn morning, days before it had any right to. And now his boxers are probably toast, and the sheets might be salvageable but he’s going to have to get up and change them right now, and he’s so fucking tired, and it’s three in the morning, and when he shifts to sit up, he’s caught for a moment by the sticky-slick feeling of blood drying against his skin.

He does his best to swallow back the feeling of nausea that creeps up on him at the sensation, but it’s something he hasn’t had the stomach for since being covered in Eddie’s blood after hauling him out of the Upside Down, and the cramps really aren’t helping.

It’s for all these reasons that he’s probably less gentle than he could be when he reaches over to shake Eddie awake.

“Eddie, wake up.”

Eddie groans and rolls over, curling up with his back to Steve.

Steve huffs and gives him a shove. “Eddie.”

“S’early,” Eddie grumbles. “G’way.”

Normally, Steve doesn’t mind Eddie’s steadfast refusal to wake up for anything less than three alarms and the promise of coffee. Sometimes he even has fun with it, seeing how quickly he can rouse Eddie with other sorts of promises. Right now, though, he has less than no patience, and he grabs his pillow and whacks Eddie in the side with it.

“Wake up!”

“Whatthefuck,” Eddie gasps, bolting upright and glancing around the room for his assailant.

Later, Steve might feel bad; for now, he only drawls, “You awake now?”

“Did you hit me with a pillow?” Eddie demands, eyeing the weapon in Steve’s hands.

“You wouldn’t wake up,” Steve says. “I need you to get up for a minute.”

“What? Why, what’s– oh.” Eddie much catch sight of the mess as Steve twists to shove the pillow back behind himself. “Shit.”

Steve’s face heats with embarrassment. “Shut up,” he snaps. “Just get out of the bed.”

Clumsily, Eddie moves to obey. “I didn’t mean–”

“It’s– never mind, I shouldn’t have snapped, sorry, just–” Steve sighs. “Just let me change the sheets.

He strips the comforter from the bed and rolls it up to toss it into the chair in the corner of the room to be put back on when he’s done, but he doesn’t make it much farther before his body betrays him with another wave of squeezing cramps and a dribble of blood sliding down the inside of his thigh from under the loose leg of his boxers.

He swears and lunges for the tissue box on his bedside table to catch the drip before it can hit the floor, and he can hear Eddie hiss a breath in through his teeth – it’s probably in sympathy, Steve recognizes distantly, but in the moment he still feels like he might die of shame.

“Let me– let me get cleaned up. Just a minute,” Steve mutters, balling the tissue up in his fist and making for the dresser. “Then I’ll finish with the sheets.”

“Why don’t you go take a quick shower?” Eddie suggests quietly. “I can finish the sheets.”

Yanking a pair of briefs out of the dresser, Steve slams the drawer shut. “I can clean up my own damn mess, Eddie.”

“I know you can, but you don’t have to,” Eddie says, much more patiently than Steve probably deserves. “I’m betting you’ll feel ten times better if you get the chance to rinse off, so go ahead. You know how much I love wrestling with the fitted sheet.”

Steve should probably say no. It’s stupid to make Eddie clean up after him when he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself.

He should say no, but he doesn’t want to.

He glances back at Eddie, who looks nothing but sincere in his offer, and nods. “Thanks,” he mumbles, and Eddie gives him a little smile and a nod in return.

In the bathroom, Steve makes the water as hot as he can stand it and pops two Advil before stripping and shoving his boxers straight into the trash. If he tried hard enough, he might be able to get the stain out, but he doesn’t have the mental fortitude to contemplate doing that right now. His t-shirt has been spared any blood, but he puts it in the hamper to be washed, anyway. It just feels dirty now.

There are some months where Steve’s period comes and goes without any fuss; it’s an inconvenience and a bit of a drain, but hardly worth comment. Then there are some months that shove Steve headfirst into ten different stages of dysphoria and various neuroses for no apparent reason.

This one feels like it’s going to be the latter.

Even once he’s standing under the shower spray, the blood already sluiced down the drain, Steve doesn’t feel like he’s ever going to be clean again. He knows it’s his shitty brain lying to him, he knows that the feeling will go away in a few days—a week, at most—but that doesn’t help him now.

He wastes an extra ten minutes in the shower, trying to convince himself he’s only staying in because the hot water is helping his cramps (only partially true; he’s so tense that they haven’t really abated, and in fact have crawled up his sides now, seizing on the scar tissue from his bat bites and yanking his whole abdomen in tight, but he’s hoping it will help with his cramps), but he does eventually manage to force himself out and dry off.

With the fuck-off-biggest pad he owns shoved into his underwear, Steve heads back to the bedroom and stops short inside the door.

The lights are still dim, and Eddie is waiting up for him, sitting against the pillows with his book. He’s not only changed the sheets and fixed the comforter, but he’s laid out a pair of pajamas for Steve – the exact pair he prefers when he’s having a particularly bad day. And for some reason, that’s it for Steve.

The tears hit before he can even try to choke them off, and Eddie must not be very immersed in his book, because the first ragged breath is enough to alert him to the fact that something is wrong.

He looks almost wounded when he catches sight of Steve standing in the doorway like a weepy idiot, and Steve would feel bad, but Eddie’s already up and out of the bed and coming towards Steve with his arms open in offering.

And with anyone else, Steve would shy away; this isn’t a part of him that anyone needs to see, this weakness and inability to cope. But from Eddie– even as stupid as Steve feels right now, he knows he doesn’t have much that he needs to hide from a man who will help him clean up his own blood and then offer to hold him while he cries about it.

He accepts the hug, allows himself to be led back over to the bed and sat down, and then lets himself be held.

Eddie presses his lips to Steve’s forehead and then swipes his thumbs over Steve’s cheeks, wiping away whatever tears fall and kissing him there, too, like he can replace the evidence of his distress with love.

And hell, maybe he can.

In a while, Steve will want to get dressed and they’ll both need some actual rest, but for now, Steve thinks he’s more than willing to sit and let Eddie try.

#westifer-dead #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #transmasc steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #stranger things #no I will not use consistent tags! apparently!#cw dysphoria #cw menstruation #let me know if there's anything else I should tag for that I missed!#anyway this one got super out of hand I am sorry #solar wrote #eddiesteve

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ambrosiagoldfish · 7 months

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Hi! Can I get an Arataki Itto x reader small Drabble? Maybe some stuff about Itto Bottoming? Thanks in Advance!

A/n: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I had fun writing this! Bottom Itto will forever have my heart. Also If anyone enjoys reading this, Feel free to send me a request! I love reading and writing for them! And If you enjoy reblog if you want😚

Tw: Slight(?) Dumbification, Slut calling (but only once at the end) and Small Dom/ Big Sub themes!

Reader can be read as any gender but is heavily implied/is AMAB!

OK SO

Itto would most definitely be against bottoming at first. He’d Make up a bunch of silly excuses as to why he couldn’t or he would change the subject.

“Me?! Bottom?! Hahahaha *cough* you actually think the ‘One and Oni’ can be topped. Please, I'm Always on top in ALL things I do Haha!”

“I'm scared?! What no! I uhh — Just think it makes sense for me to top cause’ I'm twice your size and all haha! Let’s go meet up with the gang, whaddya say?”

Oh, he’s most definitely scared. Though he isn't entirely lying about him being twice your size being a problem for him. He feels embarrassed that you want to fuck him when he literally towers over you And the fact his dick is the size of a fuckin baseball bat he thinks he should be fucking you

But after sitting him down and reassuring him that it won't be embarrassing and that if he doesn't like it he wouldn't have to do it again and you would immediately stop, he reluctantly agreed

“Alright fine, just make sure the gang doesn't know about it”

The first time he bottoms was slow and tedious, a majority of it spent preparing him to take you, he would let out a lot of noise, mostly just quiet moans or the occasional “C-cold!” But That all changes as soon as you find that, oh so special place. He starts moaning louder than you thought possible.

Finally, you guys do it, it was slow at first, it was his first time doing it after all, but eventually, you began picking up the pace. The way Itto panted as you fucked him made him look like a slobbering dog in heat, his once confidant voice now just as shaky as his legs are right now. And you have to admit, the sight wasn't the worst to be looking at and you were happy that you’d probably be seeing this sight more in the future.

And boy were you right, it was as if a switch had been flicked on in Itto’s brain. Suddenly you were tasked with the righteous honor of fucking the ‘One and Oni’ at least once a day (Itto would prefer more but he knows a human like you can't keep up with his Oni stamina. And this seems to be at truly the worst moments, before work, meet-ups, reservations, you name it.

One particular evening you had made plans for a romantic dinner date in a secluded place in Inazuma’s wilderness. And of course, Itto had the gall to not only be late but also be horny (Pun mostly unintended) So you decided to “help him out” and fuck him right on the tree by your dinner. If he wanted to fuck, you would fuck him.

“H-hey! Look, Baby, I'm sorry for being late but the gang and I were doing Beetle fights and-”

“I really do not want to hear it Itto, I spent all this time getting this dinner ready and you were late, not to mention the first thing you did was ask me to fuck you.”

You smacked his ass and kept up with your hard thrust, causing him to let out what sounded like a mix between a moan and a scream. His legs began to feel weak, he grabbed onto the tree. This is when you got a devious idea, you took both hands are firmly grabbed his horns, pulling him back to you slightly while continuing to pound his ass.

Every bit of this was too much for Itto, he cums the hardest he’s ever done, thick robes of white spew on the tree in front of him. His legs begin to give out, You however keep going, deciding that he hasn't finished his punishment yet, but you do move over to the blanket you placed for the dinner. You lay him down before muting him in a mating press-styled position,.Continuing the enduring assault on his ass.

“Pleeeaaase Too much! Too much!”

You looked down at him, and seeing the mess in front of you was breathtaking, Itto moaning, panting, drool escaping his mouth. You look down at his cock, forgotten, simply lazily bouncing with every thrust you do. Honestly, it's pretty funny how his big cock is useless right now. The sight furthered you with every thrust until finally…

“C-cumming Itto!”

All he could do was moan as your warm cum filled him up. It took you a second to get back to reality. But when you did, a pleasant sight awaited you..

Arataki ‘Numero Uno’ Itto, covered head to toe in his own cum, tears of joy flowing down his blissed-out face, and his tongue lolled out to the side of his mouth slurring the words

“I’m Sorry”

You give him a kiss before grabbing a blanket and pulling it over you two as you lay on his giant frame.

“You're forgiven, My slut Oni”

#top male reader #Male reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #itto x male reader #arataki itto x male reader #itto smut #sub itto #arataki itto smut #dom male reader

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timmymyluv · 2 years

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limping

timothee chalamet x reader

warning(s): implied/mentions of sex, aftercare, smugness, privacy invasion

summary: after a crazy night, you're caught stumbling and walking funny out of timmy's apartment and everyone especially he is amused at your antics

word count: 700 words

notes: wanted to try something new, formatting/with smaller font and a shorter drabble!! hope y'all like it- helped me get out of my writing rut slightly

“Where are you going, babe?”

Stumbling on your shaky feet from your previous night, the funny, awkward way you were walking around your shared apartment with unruly hair that refused to be tamed, and makeup that’s smudged so bad it’s still visible on your skin.

“I’m meeting with a casting director who wants me to be in one of his films. I have to go really soon, I don’t want to be late. Sorry I have to go, wish I could stay longer.”

Timothee sits up shirtless from your bed, blanket tugged up to his waist as he smirks amusedly at your still wrecked state.

“You’re walking funny today.” He crosses his arms and proudly admires your still shaking form, earning a playful eye roll from you.

“I wonder who made me like this, hmm?” You retort, picking up your discarded shirt thrown carelessly to the floor last night and new underwear hidden in your drawers.

Jumping into your jeans and quickly buttoning it up before you rush by the mirror close to the door, brushing away the loose strands of hair all over your face.

“I gave you a bath and a long massage last night, mon amour. Was that not enough?” Timmy teases as he languidly admires you from the distance, curls flopping in every direction in a way that tinges a heartstring inside you.

But cute was not the word to define him yesterday, or up to the late morning that nearly caused you to run late.

"Apparently not. If you didn't fuck me so good and your cock wasn't so big, maybe."

"And you know you love it." He replies in a sing songy voice.

"One of the million things I love about you, yes. Not the only, don't forget that!"

"Never will, Mon amour. never will."

Bag slung over your shoulder as you hastily put on your sneakers, you attempt to smoothen out the wrinkles of your top before you say your goodbyes.

“Where’s my goodbye kiss?” He pouts at you almost childishly, arms open in anticipation for your embrace.

Chuckling as you’re unable to resist him, you saunter over with a quick embrace and peck gentle kisses down his forehead and nose before a quick, passionate kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Hmm, dinner plans?”

“Yes, sir. Your pick of the resto tonight to make it up to you.”

“Call me that again and we'll have a part two to yesterday.”

As you make your way out the building, limping and rushing over to the car provided by your management, you spot your driver’s car as you wave over, opening the door and buckling yourself up immediately.

Even before you can say anything- “Ew, is that a hickey on your neck? God he went at you like a vulture. That’s gonna be hell to remove with a shitton of concealer.” Your makeup artist Vera jokingly scolds you, eyes bulging at the spanse of purple and blue down your neck and spilling over to around your collarbone and torso.

Shaking your head in embarrassment and slight pride with rosy cheeks, you drive off with your day to your series of meetings and appointments for the rest of the day.

What you did not expect was the rare time you checked your social media, you were trending over viral photos of you hastily dressed after an evident night of a passionate, salacious rendezvous with hair out of place, clothing full of wrinkles and tucked in the wrong places, and the way you were walking in an unusual way gathering enough submission.

Shaking your head, your phone pings and you get a notification from Timmy. A smug and satisfied emoji, alongside his message of “had a good night ;)” You could see him winking and pleased with himself over his sexual prowess and how he basically rearranged your guts real good and the whole world can see it.

“Oh she got that good good last night”

“I just know he’s big - WHAT who said that”

"That dick changed lives clearly"

You spent your breaks laughing at the creative comments social media would spit out after your recent ‘scandal’ of sorts, but your ego was sky high knowing that everyone else can only dream of being impaled, split in half on his god-like, enormous cock that it got you walking funny.

Laugh all they want, but it’s you he comes home to. It's you he spoils and worships on his cock, raw and harsh or passionate, delicate love making.

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sapphicvqmpires · 8 months

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❁ཻུ۪۪♡ wouldn’t change a thing

Pairing - sub!shuri x dom black fem!reader

Word Count - 6.8k

Contains - smut (18+), sub!shuri, dom!reader, fingering, masturbation, voyeurism, overstimulation, edging, strap-on, choking/breathplay, brat!shuri, jealous!shuri, kinda possessive!shuri, brat tamer!reader, shuri rolls tf outta her eyes in this one cuz she got a little attitude

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - “Do me a favor and go sit on the edge of the desk for me, yeah?” And she complied, for it was in instances like these that her royal title, her professional achievements, and her intellectual brains held no significance. In these moments, it didn’t matter who she was to the country of Wakanda, that they looked up to her, relied on her, and even bowed to her, it all faded away; she consistently yielded to your dominance.

Tags - @inmyheadimobsessed @amplifiedmoan @vampzxi @abenomeiiii @heejayy @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @shuriszn @naomis-daydream @prettymrswright @pocketsizedpanther @gardenof-venus @tiii-iiiiii @verachii @ihearttish @playhousedistee @somethingcleaverandwhitty @niyahwrites @tishsrealwife @oceean @sookiesookie @myaraines @cafehyunji @6-noir @ventingfanfics @ririslove @marsology @imjusthere2readbruv @desswright29 @mqiswrld @ooglyboooglybitxh @sweetalittleselfish-honey (comment if you want to be added, 18+ only)

Writers Note: Special shoutout to @inmyheadimobsessed and thank you for being real patient, I know you wanted this bad! I really enjoyed writing this one, it’s just pure smut for all you filthy people (just like me!), but anyways, hope you all enjoy this read!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Another day unfolded at the lab; another day filled with complex equations that your mind effortlessly processed. It was a typical lab scene in Wakanda, where the brightest minds convened to work on various projects. Amidst the hectic environment, your girlfriend, who happened to be the most brilliant of them all, shot disapproving looks at you from across the lab. You were busy assisting someone else, another girl, helping her with difficult equations only you and Shuri had the brains to solve in a minimal amount of time. Despite the girl's subtle attempts at flirting, you provided her with the help she needed, choosing to overlook her flirtatious mannerisms. But Shuri, she was angry; seething in jealousy as she watched the way you fessed up to the needy girl beside you.

For another fleeting moment, your eyes met Shuri's, but she averted her gaze quickly, causing your stomach to churn with unease. You were well aware that as soon as the door to your bedroom closed, you'd have to brace yourself for her inevitable whines and complaints that would leave her lips and slip through her body language.

As the sun began to set and the lab gradually emptied, you made your way back to your room. Finding your bedroom unoccupied wasn't surprising, given that Shuri typically lingered in the lab until late hours. And so you proceeded with your night, changing into a more relaxed attire and prepared a snack while anticipating Shuri's eventual exit from the lab to join you, readying yourself for her likely complaints. The minutes ticked by, until finally, your girlfriend entered through the doorway.

“Hey,” you muttered, but she completely ignored you, making her way to the bathroom for her daily shower. You were utterly astonished, taken aback by the extent to which she was willing to make her point and you were growing frustrated and impatient.

After what felt like an eternity, Shuri eventually came out. Her curls retained its dampness from her shower, and your gaze traced the tattoo situated behind her left ear, which extended down to her hand. The sight of your girlfriend made your stomach flutter. She was always ridiculously sexy and the thought of having your way with her at this very moment was enticing, yet Shuri had alternative plans. She takes her place beside you on the bed, continuing her performance of silence as she proceeds to ignore you and your most obvious frustrated presence.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on with the attitude?,” you spat with a harsh tone, breaking the silence that hovered between you two.

“What attitude?,” Shuri replies, eyes still nowhere on yours. You let out a hefty sigh, one that was accompanied by an aggressive eye roll.

“You know, you’re really starting to piss me off,” you mention.

“Ditto.”

By this point, your patience with her and her demeanor had worn thin. You seize her jaw, possibly with an aggression that you hadn’t initially intended, forcing her gaze to meet yours as you were teetering on the edge of reaching a breaking point.

It’s not that you weren’t aware of why she was upset, you knew why. But you didn’t believe your actions deserved this type of behavior from Shuri.

“Shuri, baby, talk to me or don’t start.” You let go of her jaw, an act of permission to get her to speak. Shuri rolls her eyes in response, a sly smirk subtly peeking through her lips as you move your hands to firmly grab her throat.

“Baby…” A word of warning as you pressed down a bit further. Shuri bit her bottom lip, her face softening as she willingly brought her gaze to yours for the first time tonight. You let go of her throat, getting lost in the way it bobbed once she swallowed.

“You know why I’m upset, nkoszana, so I’m not even sure why you’re making me say it.”

“Because I was simply doing my job, and you’re getting upset Shuri, like what is it you want me to do?”

“I don’t care. I don’t like her. She clearly has a thing for you and you’re just kissing up to her obvious flirtations.”

“Shuri, I’m not doing anything but my job. She asks for help, and I give it to her in a polite manner. Whatever other motives she has is none of my business and I don’t give a fuck, I really don’t. But I have to do what I’m required to do, right? You’re the boss, so you tell me.” Your tone was clipped and straight to the point.

“Whatever. I don’t care.”

“No, you clearly do care, so tell me what I should do, princess.”

“Do what you want.”

Once more, you let out a forceful eye-roll, your frustration evident as you massage your temples in an attempt to ease your upcoming headache. Dealing with your girlfriend's constant complaints was nothing new; you were aware of her challenging nature even before you entered into the relationship but your determination to set things straight was one of the numerous reasons that made you her perfect counterpart. You had every intention of properly dealing with her attitude, but tonight, you decided to grant her a head start….but just for tonight.

You turned over in the bed, shifting your body to fully face her as you grasped her face once more, this time with ease as you spoke your gentle words.

“Look, my love, I’m sorry. Ok? I’m so sorry,” you cooed as you began caressing her chiseled features.

“Forgive me?,” you asked with doe eyes as Shuri shifted her body to meet yours. You quickly pecked a kiss on her lips, forcing a smile to creep through her.

“There’s my girl,” you muttered lovingly, as she softened her attitude with yours. Shuri grabbed your body and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into her chest as she placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t like seeing people trying to take what’s mine,” she whispered into you.

“I’m always going to be yours, Shuri, and you know that.”

“I know…but does she know that?”

“Forget about her, baby. Just let me fall asleep in your arms tonight, yeah?” You move your face from her chest to meet her sleepy eyes, raising your head to gently kiss her button nose. Shuri's face brightens with a smile, and she playfully wrinkles her nose, breaking into a gentle laughter as you embrace each other once again. The two of you drift off into slumber, finding a peaceful interlude before the inevitable storm.

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The following morning unfolds with ease, your time in the lab offering a less hectic state as your previous days have, but this was short-lived as you spot the familiar figure of the girl approaching you once again for assistance. A deep sigh escapes your lips, not directed at her, but rather because you knew what would happen as a result of it.

Beyond her annoying flirtations, you do understand why she came to you for help. You were one of Shuri’s best lab assistants and it was no secret that Shuri was not keen on the other girl, therefore she came to you.

Shuri's piercing gaze was far from discrete, juggling her attention between attending her tasks while also casting a vigilant look your way, a stare brimming with unmistakable jealousy. She observed every action, ensuring you stayed well within the boundaries she had set, and you were more than aware. The intensity of her glares grew distracting, making it difficult to attend to your duties and so you had to cut it short.

“Hey, I’m sorry but I got to take care of something real quick. I’ll be right back.”

As you approach Shuri, her gaze drops, redirecting her focus to her task while she inhales deeply. Your face clearly displays frustration as you bend your knees to align with her seated form.

“You’re being a brat,” you whispered, keeping an eye out for any nosey lab assistants.

“I don’t give a shit,” she spat back instantly.

“Shuri…” Your tone was a warning, but Shuri persisted in keeping up her facade, rolling her eyes with a subtle smirk and that act alone pushed you to your breaking point. You seized her wrist, leading her into her vacant office space. You lock the door and push her into the office chair. Leaning forward, you positioned yourself to meet her eyes, intentionally highlighting your lifted cleavage and Shuri’s gaze was anything but subtle.

“You, my love, are really starting to piss me off and get on my nerves,” you said, lightly grasping her jaw.

“I do not care. She’s obviously into you and I don’t like it.”

“So what you gonna do Shuri? Fire her and put that poor girl out of a job cuz you don’t like her??”

“Sounds enticing…”

“Shuri!”

“What?? I don’t see why she only goes to you anyway. I’m the smartest in the lab, she could come to me for help if she really needs it.”

“Now you know damn well why she won’t go to you, giving her the nastiest looks and all.”

Another eye roll manages to escape her, crossing her arms as she sits manspread in the chair in front of you. You've reached your limit with her bratty behavior, allowing her to hold the upper hand for long enough. Now, it's your moment to employ what you do best. You squat down, meeting her seated eye level, grasping her face between your thumb and middle finger as you exert a pressure that makes her flinch in response.

“You are reealllyy starting to piss me off, baby.” Your voice turned into a low, husky murmur, a sound that caused Shuri's pussy to pulse beneath your firm grip, a fact you were well aware of. You had an eye for detecting when she began to soak her boxers, the subtle gentleness in her eyes and the accelerated rhythm of her breath never escaped your notice.

“Do me a favor and go sit on the edge of the desk for me, yeah?”

And she complied, for it was in instances like these that her royal title, her professional achievements, and her intellectual brains held no significance. In these moments, it didn’t matter who she was to the country of Wakanda, that they looked up to her, relied on her, and even bowed to her, it all faded away; she consistently yielded to your dominance.

“You know baby, I’m starting to think this little attitude is simply because you want something from me,” you cooed seductively, playing with the waistband of her baggy shorts and she gulped beneath your touch. She would consistently attempt to maintain the illusion of holding the upper hand when dealing with you, a charade that only Wakanda believed. However, once the doors were closed, she would abandon her strength, discard the influence of the heart-shaped herb, and surrender complete control of her body to you.

You ease your hold on her face, letting your hand slide along her throat until you arrive at its base, where you apply a subtle pressure, eliciting a soft gasp from her, a sound that sends a pulsating sensation through your own pussy. As your grip tightens, she draws her final breath, savoring the dominance you exert as you deny her the ability to inhale.

“Nod if you’re ok.” And she does, frantically clutching your wrist as she intensely longs for more. You briefly release your hold on her throat to remove her baggy shirt and sports bra, and she helps you with equal excitement, both of you impatient to indulge in each other. You unbutton her baggy shorts and eagerly slip your hands beneath them, encountering the outcome of your actions through the mess between her legs. Her reaction is visceral; her mouth opens in astonishment as you circle her clit through the fabric, and she wastes no time pressing into you, seeking more friction.

“You’re so needy, you know that? A fucking brat, for real.”

“I…”

“You what? Wanna be punished baby? Is that what this is all about? Just wanna be fucked good, huh?”

“Mhmm,” she moaned with a nod, biting on her bottom lip but it wasn't enough for you. What you craved was the sound of the voice, the quivering words that attempted to escape her; observing how she struggled to string together coherent sentences while you toyed with the heat between her legs. Your other hand sought her throat once more, a location it favored when it wasn’t occupied in her snug cunt. You applied just enough pressure to milk a strangled gasp and she knew exactly what it was you needed from her.

“Y-yes,” she responded, but you still weren’t pleased and so you pressed firmer into her windpipe.

“Sentences, Shuri. You know I don’t do that weak shit.”

“Yes, y/n. I-I w-want you to p-punish…me. P-put me in my place,” she struggled to say amidst her airflow being restricted and your hand down her pants, but she smiled her way through it, her smile fading into a breathless moan as you slip your hand into her boxers and come head on with her saturated pussy. Her slick was audible and sticky, clinging to your fingers as you pranced through her plush folds, purposefully toying with her clit to drive her insane.

“Y-y/n…please…please?”

“Ssshhh, my pretty girl, I’m getting there.”

“Unh.”

You grabbed her chin and forced her gaze on yours. Her eyes were so desperate, so sleepy and she shut them completely when you finally sunk them into her without warning.

“Oh, shit…y/n, baby.”

Your fingers were well equipped with Shuri’s pussy, familiar with the walls that paved the way to the spot that always led your beautiful girl to her sweet bliss. It didn’t take long before your pace quickened, your fingers soaking in everything Shuri’s wet pussy had to give you. Her walls hugged your fingers, weeping around them as you plunged into her g-spot.

“Bast…ewe...ewe! Nceda ungayeki…” (Bast…yes….yes! Please don’t stop…). Per usual, Shuri’s body became needy, her hips bucking forward to meet your thrusts, her breasts bouncing frantically and the sight of her body being so overwhelmed by you made you wet.

“Look at you Shuri…so fucking needy, yeah?”

“Mhmm. Yeah.”

“Such a brat, you’re frustrating as hell. I can feel you squeezing my fingers real good already…you gonna cum soon?”

“Yes, y/n! Y-yes…I-I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered, her pussy walls clamping down further and further with each thrust you gave her.

“You think you deserve it?”

“Ye-yeah.”

“Oh? You sure?”

“Mhmm, yes y/n…I deserve it, just…fuck.”

You released your fingers from her cunt, tapping her lips as a signal for her to open wide and taste herself and she obliged.

“Mmmm,” she moaned at her own flavor as you swooshed your fingers through her mouth, hitting the back of her throat to make her gag just once and you chuckled at the tears that began to brim on the outer corners of her tired eyes. And instantly your hands are back into her aching cunt, milking her as her whole body trembles beneath your touch.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time…do you deserve it?”

“Ye-”

You cut her off mid-answer with your palm slapping her drenched pussy lips, a whimper falling off Shuri’s tongue at the gesture.

“Answer me, princess. Properly this time.”

“N-no…I don’t deserve it.”

“What don’t you deserve?”

“To cum. I do-don’t deserve to c-cum.” A pout formed on her face and you responded with your own pout, mocking her with a fake frown.

“Poor baby,” you taunted.

“Y/n…pleeassee. I’ll be good. I’ll d-do better, just…unh…please let me cum for you.”

And you so badly want to give into her, fulfill her bodies desires and make her soak your whole hand but you were in control, carrying the power over her approaching orgasm and so you ripped your fingers from her tight pussy as she was on the brink of releasing, a full pout forming on her face as the knot in her stomach remained there.

“Wha--why? Nkosazna, please.”

You gave her no answer, but wrapped your lips around your fingers, savoring the intimate taste of your girlfriend as your gaze connected with hers.

“Do you know why I didn’t let your pretty pussy cum, baby?”

But Shuri says nothing, angrily rolling her eyes as she tries to regain an ounce of dominance; also secretly hoping you may continue “punishing her.” She attempts to push her way around you but you would not allow it. You pushed her chest, forcing her to sit back onto the desk. You clutched her jaw, almost painfully this time, a reminder of her place.

“I’m not gonna ask again.”

“Because I was being needy.”

“Mhmm…and?”

“And jealous.”

“What else?”

“And a brat.”

“Yes you were, my perfect girl.” You let go, gently caressing her face before you pull her lips into yours. She moans into the kiss, her flavor still lingering on your lips and you both feel like you could stay there forever.

“I love you,” she breathed into you, not wanting to let you go.

“I love you more,” you replied, finally breaking the kiss.

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The rest of the day goes by fairly well. Shuri works diligently at her desk, putting on her best behavior but you notice her slip up every now and then, subtly rolling her eyes at you because what is your beautiful girlfriend if not a spoiled brat?

As the evening draws near, you make your way to your room. As before, you're met with an empty bedroom until the sound of running water reaches your ears from behind the closed bathroom door. You get comfortable, waiting for her to emerge. And just like that, she appears once again, exuding an even greater sex appeal than before, dressed in a pair of gray sweats and a wifebeater. The waistband of her boxers peaks above her sweats, and a dainty set of gold chains adorns her neck, as if she needed the accessories to be any more attractive. She looks stunning, and you find yourself wanting to give her everything she didn’t deserve, a desire to untangle her until she’s your good girl again.

Shuri didn’t notice your presence until your voice broke the silence, casually startling her in your tracks.

“Bast, baby, you’re killing me,” you said, and you most definitely meant it. “Come sit here,” you gestured to her to come on your lap. For the gazillionth time, Shuri playfully rolled her eyes, smirking as she made her way to straddle you.

“You and this damn attitude…what I gotta do to take it out of you, hm?” You pull her in for a kiss, both of you needy with your grip and movements as she softly moans into your lips, causing you to smile against her.

“What is it you want, Shuri?,” you asked, your voice was low, your gaze even lower, admiring the way her nipples pierced through the fabric of her shirt.

“I want you to finish what you started,” she replied, her plea soaked in impatience.

“Hmmm? Attitude too damn loud, I can’t hear you over it.”

She sighs heavily before proceeding to speak. “You know what I want and if you won’t give it to me then I swear to Bast, y/n, I’ll just touch mys--”

But you cut her off as you swiftly raise a finger to hush her parted lips. Her immediate compliance sets a promising tone for the evening ahead, aligning perfectly with the intentions you had planned for her. You taunt her, daring her to finish her sentence, yet she refrains, her face contorting into profound yearning for your touch alone. Drawing her closer, your lips meet hers once again and she whimpers into your mouth and that sound in itself almost forces you to give in to her, to succumb to everything she wants without a fight on her end. Almost.

“You know that thing you said you’d do? Yeah, I’m gonna need you to do it.”

“W-what?”

“Imma need you to play with yourself. Make yourself cum at the pace I allow, my girl,” you softly command, caressing her cheek as you watch the way her face falls into your touch.

“I wanted you to do it,” she pouts, but you raise your eyebrow in question, challenging to see what’d she do but it shuts her right up instead. Good girl.

“Ok but…I need you to do something for me while I’m touching myself…please?”

“Hm? And what would that be?”

“I want you to choke me. You know how I like it, sthandwa.”

"Absolutely, I do," you respond, drawing her in for a final kiss before you begin to remove her clothing and undergarments soon after, leaving her in nothing but her dainty gold chains that have been driving you crazy. You orient yourselves just as you would if it were your own fingers about to sink into her cunt, your legs spread apart as she nestled between them, her back fitting snugly against your chest. Shuri mimics you, spreading her own legs as you set your gaze on her juicy, undeniably tempting pussy that catches the light in the mirror positioned before you. It was one of your favorite things about her; the deep, plump lips fixated between her thighs was nothing short of art to you.

You grasped her hand gently, guiding two of her fingers into the basin of your mouth, generously coating them in your own saliva. You hummed softly around her tattooed digits just before she trailed them down to her most sensitive area.

“Play with your clit, baby. Don’t go inside just yet,” you guided and she obeyed, nodding her head as her mouth opened the instant her fingers found her clump of sensitive nerves. Your girlfriend was easily influenced when it came to her pussy, making it a brief process for her whimpers to grow into mellow cries. With each push she placed onto her clit, her legs trembled, patiently awaiting your orders.

“Keep it going…don’t stop until I tell you.”

“Choke me,” she said, her plea coming out more demanding than begging. “Choke me, please.” There was the beg.

You take hold of her face, redirecting it towards you, granting her a final kiss before your hand glides down to her neck. A gasp escaped her lips in response to the sensation but her fingers did not halt, her juices becoming louder as she swished her clit.

“You look so beautiful like this Shuri…fuck.”

You applied a gentle pressure to her neck, your palm following the curves of her trachea and you sensed her throat shifting with every forceful swallow she took.

“Harder,” she softly begged, and you do, pressing further into her.

“Harder, y/n, harder. Choke me.”

“Damn, baby, you’re so nasty,” you teased, obeying her desperate plea. Gently, she begins to choke; her moans, soft gasps, and wet pussy become the sole sounds that reach your ears, forming a sinful melody. You lift your gaze to the reflection ahead, entranced with the sight, although Shuri's expression doesn't quite match the moment. She removes herself from your hold, turning her body around to face you before she begins to remove your leather belt.

“Shuri, what…what are you doing?”

“Shut up,” she says quickly, taking you by surprise.

“Hey…hey, this isn’t about me Shuri. This is about you, I don’t need-”

“Ssshhhh,” she says, cutting you off by colliding her lips into yours as she proceeds to remove your belt. Once it’s off, you understand her intentions as she wraps the leather around her neck like you would your waist, slinking it down until it’s firmly hugging her throat. “Choke. Me.”

While her request startles you initially, you eventually give in, pulling at the leather as Shuri proceeds to play with her clit. A second tug follows, leading to the sound and sight you've been longing for. The hoarse gasps that come from the depths of her throat, mingling with her escalating moans, a blended sound that made your pussy throb.

“Oh-ok…y-yes y/n. I-I’m gonna…I’m s-so c-close,” she struggled to say with the material that compressed her windpipe.

“Do what I love, princess. Choke for me,” you demanded and she knew exactly what you meant. Shuri stuck her tongue out with a playful grin, her eyes connected with yours in the mirror's reflection. The jolt in her clit gradually intensified as her walls became tighter and tighter. It was one of the sexiest things to you, watching her tongue stick as she left you in charge of her oxygen intake; drool pouring off the tip of her tongue as she choked and circled her clit in unison, making your drenched pussy clench around nothing but air, your clit aching for a sense of relief but they would have to wait.

“Nod if you’re ok, baby,” you say, pressing harsh kisses into the side of her neck. Shuri nods.

“F-fuck…y/n…I-mhmm.”

“Just tell me to stop if you need me to, ok?” She nods again. You pull a bit tighter, earning another choked response from her.

“O-okay.”

“You’re doing so well for me, just keep doing that. Keep rubbing yourself just like that.”

“Unh.”

She was so beautiful like this, whining beneath her own touch as she left her breathing to your reign and even though she had full power to stop the assault on her clit whenever she pleases, she knew not to without your direction and it made you desire her that much more. Shuri’s clit grew enlarged, her pussy lips puffed out as her drool oozed down the valley between her breasts. Your pussy ached for her, wanting to give her everything she did and didn’t deserve.

“Y/n…I…I-”

“Cum, baby. Give it to yourself.” And she did, letting go at that very moment while her staggered, breathless moans echoed through the room. You slapped her hand, creating space for your own fingers to rub her through the aftermath, tugging the belt hard into her windpipe, momentarily cutting off all her airflow and the act intensified her climax; it was the most elated feeling for Shuri.

“Y/n…unh,” she struggled to say. Her clit jolted under your touch, her cream pooling out of her thumping cunt as she collapsed into you. You removed the belt, allowing Shuri to consume oxygen once more and she coughed in delight, absolutely pleased with her orgasm but you were nowhere near done with her. She got what she begged for and now it was your turn.

You dipped your fingers into her, pumping a few times and she jerked from your touch, still throbbing from her orgasm, though her pussy seemed excited with the way she immediately clenched around you at the contact.

“Bast…y/n…p-please…shit.”

You played with her pussy for a few moments longer, gliding your fingers through her dewy folds and she flinched every time you teased her clit. Her chest grew heavy, making it harder for her to breathe as you tantalized her through her slow, descending climax. You place your fingers on her neck, beginning to caress the tender skin and she winces.

“Are you ok?,” you ask, with genuine concern. Shuri nods along with a small laughter.

You lay her down on her back, beginning to kiss her throat with love as you caress her sore skin with your gentle lips. A soft hiss escapes her as your lips make contact, the tenderness a contrast to the pressure she endured earlier, the pressure she begged for. You bring your lips to hers, kissing her as your hands trail down her body, stopping at her clit and she moans instantly into your mouth. You smirk against her. Her sensitivity made you feral.

You press soft circles into her beating bud, caressing her just enough to drive her insane. Her folds were so plush, sopping wet with her arousal.

“Y-y/n…I need…shit, unh…”

“What do you need, princess?”

“I want y-you in…inside.”

“Hmm? I can’t hear you baby.” Your taunting gaze met her desperate one, sliding your fingers until they met her entrance. You didn't dip inside just yet, though you wanted to, but instead pressed firm circles against her entrance as you watched the way her mouth dropped open and her eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure. The sight of her made your already soaking panties even more wet.

“Please y/n, just fuck me alreadyyy.”

“Look at you…so fucking needy. You want me to fuck you with my fingers so bad, yeah? Is that what you want?”

She nods so quickly and the gesture makes you smile. She is completely under your reign. She begins bucking her hips, desperately wanting your fingers to meet the depth of her clenching cunt and although you aren’t buried inside her, you feel her on the surface of her entrance; the way her pussy craves you, needs you to fill her up and make her whole. She closes her eyes, her head slightly tilting backward, but you seize her chin and direct her to face you before her head can fully lean back. For a brief moment, you maintain this posture, locking eyes with her longing gaze while teasing her. Her puffy clit collides with your palm with each buck against you and you allow it.

“Please y/n…I ne-need you. Please.”

“Where baby, where?” You were being mean.

“Inside, y/n. Unh.”

“Do you know why I’m doing this?”

She smirked, struggling to bring back her bratty side as you teased her hole.

“Be-because…”

“Because why, baby?”

“Because I was being a brat.”

“Yeah that’s right…what else?”

“Unh…I was be-being too ne-eedy and jea-lous.”

“Mhmmm.”

“Inside?”

You chuckled. “MY beautiful bratty girl. Always so needy for me.” You press your lips against her cheek, tilting your head into the curve of her shoulder as you dip your fingers inside her and you're greeted by the most seductive, sinful sound of love and lust that emanates from Shuri's mouth, ringing directly into your ear.

“Yeah…YEAH…oh fuck, y/n.”

Even though you can’t see her face, you just know her mouth is hung open, her eyelashes clinging together in ecstasy as you suck the skin on her sore neck.

“I wouldn’t want you any other way,” you assure, fucking your needy girl with precision. You raise your head a bit, aligning her lips with your ear, eager to catch her filthy moans. You return to meet her gaze, greeted by her perky breasts bouncing in unison with your rhythmic thrusts and her creamy pussy draws you in, captivated by her glossy slick that paints your fingers. But it's her eyes, those defenseless eyes that convey all the essential messages of the pleasure that was coursing through her.

“Yes, my angel…keep making that helpless face while you’re fucking down on my fingers.”

“Mmm..unh.”

“You’re so beautiful Shuri…the prettiest girl ever.”

“Y-y/n.”

You bring her in for a slobbery kiss, swallowing her moans as the squishy sounds down below get stickier.

“I love you, y/n…I…fuck.”

“I love you too, baby. Cum for me. Do it.”

And so she does, her hands fluttering to either side of your face while her unwavering gaze stays fixed on you. Tears gather at the edges of her stunning eyes as her cunt oozes in pure bliss.

“Yeah, y/n…unh…BAST.” She completely stops rocking against you but you don’t stop thrusting into her, causing her whole body to tremble.

“Y/n.. sthandwa…please stop.”

“Hm, baby? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I want you…unh…”

“I can’t hear you my love, speak up.”

“Stop, please…stop.” She’s trembling, her voice shaking, but you knew her body, you knew it all too well. Protest might’ve been falling off her lips, but the grip her pussy contained on your fingers told you otherwise. You brought your thumb up, pressing the pad of it into her clit and she squirmed at the pressure, her pathetic tears continuing to swell in the corner of her eyes.

“Tell me one more time baby. Tell me you want me to stop and I’ll stop.”

But your perfect girl said nothing, nothing but the sound of whimpers came out of her swollen mouth. A faint smile broke through lips but swiftly vanished, replaced by her face that felt nothing but pleasure.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Bast…mmm.” Her sobs were pretty, her helpless state being one of your favorite looks on her.

“You think I can’t tell when your pussy’s had enough baby? She still wants me so badly, squeezing the fuck out of my fingers…so needy for me.”

She was a mess, becoming entranced by your words and cocky grin. She moaned without any concern for passersby because she did not care who could hear Wakanda’s protector submitting to your authority.

“You’re gonna give me another one,” you say, and she almost protests but she knows better. She doesn’t want you to stop anyway.

“You’re gonna cum around my dick this time, you think you can do that for me princess?”

“Mhmm.”

“Of course you can,” you say with a grin. Shuri helps you strip down, observing the way your wet slick adheres to the fabric of your thong as you glide them down your legs, creating a sticky string with your arousal. Your skin was so beautiful to her, its profound richness harmonizing with the textured curls that sat on your head. She admires your stretch marks that lead the way to your thick thighs and plush ass, the hues of brown in your inner thighs deepening the closer the skin got to your pussy. Bast, she was in love with you.

Shuri also helps you strap the vibranium toy to your hips, her most perfect invention that allowed you to feel her perfect pussy each and every time it sank into her. You lie on your back, motioning her to come on top of you and she obeys.

“Ride me, baby. Fuck yourself onto me until you cum around my dick.”

Shuri situated herself on top of you, firmly gripping the dildo before gently pushing it into herself and you both moaned in unison. It's a sensation that never loses its hold on you, the feeling of being inside her resonates, her pussy wrapping around your dick with her willful clench. Her pussy lips opened up for you, effortlessly gliding alongside the dildo and it was amazing to watch.

“Y/n! Oh yes…right there, nkoszana, right there…I..yeah.”

Her words mold unto putty as you consistently strike the nerves inside her, that tender spot that has her chasing both your orgasms. She dips her head back, pinching her erect nipples as her dark complexion glimmers with sweat. She appears heavenly on top of you, like she was floating, and the picture of her nudges you closer to your own pleasure.

“Look at you…you’re so fucking beautiful…sexy as fucking hell…god.”

“I…UNH…ooooo fuuuckkk.”

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”

“Yeah…I…I…”

“Don’t you dare s-stop fucking y-yourself. Don’t, Shuri…fuck.”

“Y/n…I-I can’t. I’m gonna c-cum.”

Her breasts bounce with each thrust she pounded onto you, her pussy milking your dick and you could feel your orgasm crying to be released. You grip her hips harshly, fucking her down onto your dick and she wails in pleasure, her eyes rolling back as her jaw drops. She takes one of her hands off her nipple, bringing it down to rub her clit and you swear you could cum right there. She was fucking amazing.

“You’re such a fucking whore, baby, huh? Wanna cum that bad?”

“UNH!”

“Yeah, keep crying like th-that. K-keep squeezing my shit like that.”

“Y/N!”

It took about five more slams and Shuri released once more, an explosive squirt that coated your abdomen and trickled down her thighs. But you didn’t stop fucking her, so close to your own high and she let you chase it.

“Fuck, baby…k-keep f-fucking yourself like that. Use my pussy, y/n, c-cum in me…mmmm…ugnh.”

“Yeah, princess…I’m s-so close just…fuck, shit!”

Shuri fucked herself onto you, ignoring the fact that her pussy was aching to the point of slight pain but she wanted to make you cum, watch her girl that she needed so much to unravel before her.

“Sh-Shuri?”

“Cum, y/n…pl-please? I want you to c-cum inside me.”

The both of you were blubbering messes, minds unfolding into mush as your vision became hazy. Her pussy squeezed you so good, caressing you just right and you spilled right into her.

“Oh fuck, Shuri…FUCK…I’m cumming baby, I’m cumming…shit.”

“I know…I know.”

“Ooooo fuck…GOD. Your pussy is so good, always so g-good for me…UNH. K-keep squeezing me just l-like that…yeah.”

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. Cumming so hard inside me.”

“Only for you. Always for you.”

After moments, Shuri squirted one last time; an orgasm that caused her to falter beside you, both of your chests heaving up and down as you struggled to regain your composure.

“Fuck, Shuri.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“I know you do…my bratty girl. I love you too.”

You pull her in for one last kiss.

“My beautiful, bratty girl.”

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The next morning approached. You and Shuri were about to arrive late to the lab and it didn’t help that Shuri was, per usual, being difficult.

“Sthandwa, I don’t think the makeup is necessary,” she comments as you apply a generous amount of concealer to hide the bruises on her neck.

“Do you see yourself? Look,” you remark, pointing to the mirror where her marked up throat from both your passionate kisses and the impression of the leather belt reflects back at her. A sly grin appears on her face as she appreciates the reflection, tilting her head to gain a clearer view of the results of your actions.

“People are gonna think you’re dating a fucking psychopath,” you add as you continue covering up the bruises.

“Maybe it’s cuz I am dating a fucking psychopath,” Shuri responds, wincing when you press too hard, and you mockingly fake a frown.

“My poor baby.”

“Shut up.”

“Oooo…such harsh language,” you joke, and Shuri rolls her eyes before you both begin to laugh.

“Hurry up, y/n, I got work to do.”

“Be patient, I wanna make sure I cover you up good.”

Another chuckle escapes Shuri’s lips. “I don’t get how you do this makeup thing almost everyday. It’s exhausting just sitting here now.”

“Well I happen to like doing my own makeup, and cuz I can actually do it unlike your ass. Remember that time I got you to do my makeup??” You burst into laughter as Shuri glared you down in annoyance. “That crooked ass eyeliner you gave me! Oh! And what did you call mascara again?? Say it again!”

“Shut up, y/n.”

“Pleaaseee, baby, say it one last time and I’ll leave you alone,” you lie, biting your bottom lip as you try to contain your laughter.

Shuri sighs, rolling her eyes before she says it. “I called it an eyelash enhancer.”

You burst out into laughter and Shuri sits there unamused, trying to contain her own laughter at the sight of you laughing over something so small.

“You’re just too fucking cute. An eyelash enhancer?? PLEASE BABE.”

“Well I wasn’t entirely wrong.”

“No…you were definitely wrong.”

“I forgot what it was called, ok?”

“Hey, hey…don’t be like that baby, you know I’m just teasing you. You’re just too cute. Wait, hold still…I’m almooosttt…there! I’m done. How’s it look?,” you ask, redirecting her to the mirror.

“Mmmm…I think you missed a spot,” she jokes.

“Huh? Where? Hold up, lemme cover that shit.”

Shuri laughs, amused at your concern. “I’m just playing, nkoszana. You did a good job.”

You smile, bringing her in for a kiss. “Don’t ask me to use a fucking belt for a while, Shuri, I mean it.”

“Hmmmm…might have to give you a reason to use it again then, y/n.”

“Oh, you fucking nasty,” you playfully remark, slinging your arms around her neck and she flinches when you accidentally press her bruised skin. “Oh shit! Sorry!”

Shuri laughs. “It’s ok, sthandwa. I just love you.”

You cock your head to the side, biting your cheek as you fight to contain a cheeky grin but it’s no use. She draws you closer by your hips, causing your pelvis to brush against hers before she begins kissing you.

“Shuri…we’re late,” you say, as she begins trailing kisses down your neck.

“How about…let’s just not go?”

While the temptation was undoubtedly strong, now was not a suitable time. The lab needed you both.

“We gotta go, princess.”

A prolonged, annoyed whine escapes Shuri's lips before she releases you. "Fiiinnee," she draws with exaggeration and you can’t help but chuckle at her neediness.

“You’re so goddamn needy, baby.”

“Mhmm. And you said you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And she was correct. You wouldn’t have it any other way. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

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heartsfourdazai · 7 months

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Idk if request are opened but if they are can I request headcanons with dazai, chuuya and atsushi with a best friend who gets hit on a LOT. They also have random people coming up and complement them/ their outfit everyday without fail. Maybe even a time their friend lied and said they were a couple to get some guy to stop hitting on them. Thank you.

๋࣭ ⭑ other men hitting on you. bsd x reader

gender: gender neutral

type: headcanons

characters: dazai, chuuya, and atsushi

warnings: lowercase writing, creepy men, mention of drinking, all characters are over 18!

๋࣭ ⭑ osamu dazai 🩹

doesn't blame others for hitting on you. he compliments you all the damn time.

your used to walking into work and run into dazai, who is always complimenting your looks<\3

even on the way to work you've had many compliment you. you can never go one day without having someone saying something about your outfit.

it was cute and kind at first, but overtime you've started to feel uncomfortable...all these eyes on you, this compliments left and right?

it was overwhelming for you, and dazai popped the bubble when he once again complimented you.

"dazai- stop! okay, i get it! you don't need to keep telling me!"

cue the eyebrow raise.

"i'm only speaking the truth!"

"yeah, too much if it!"

thats the day he found out you weren't the biggest fan of compliments. once or twice, okay thank you, repeating it five times over, okay bye.

one evening, you and dazai were in the bar located under the agency, having a few drinks before you part ways and you head home while dazai...wandered somewhere else where.

however, plans were cut short when a man who looked around to be in his late 20's stumbled in, reaking already of alcohal.

he took a stool from beside you and sat on it, watching you. dazai was gone, he was in the bathroom when this man walked in, so you were left with him.

"hey there, cutie~" the man leaned more toward you.

you didn't look at him, and played with the rim of your glass.

"nice outfit you have there~ love the view of the legs~ how about you show more of it~"

you shivered, feeling his fingers trace up and down your thigh. you tried to pull away from him, but he followed you.

suddenly, dazai walked back out and you instantly felt relieved.

"sorry, sir~ but i already have someone taking me home.." you stood up, the creep watching yoi walk toward dazai and wrap an arm around his own...which caused him to freeze.

"y-y/n?-"

you eyed the man.

dazai made an "o" shape, before clearing his throat.

"is-is something wrong, dear?"

you shook your head, smiling to yourself.

"no babe, now come on! i'm tried, take me home!"

dazai knew you were faking, but his soft pink blush was indeed real.

as you both walked past the man, you kicked his chair leg, causing him to fall to the floor.

as you and dazai walked out the door and took a turn, you pulled away from him and sighed dramatically, "ugh, i hate drunk people..well, drunk people who are creeps.." you shiver.

dazai chuckled, "that trick you pulled? smart way to get away from creeps like that man...however, your lucky i'm your friend, otherwise i would have said i wasn't your partner~"

you roll your eyes, "whatever...i'm going home. call me if ya' need something.."

and dazai watched you walk off, turning on his heels to walk the opposite way. his arms over his hand and a smirk decorated his face.

๋࣭ ⭑ chuuya nakahara 🍷

both of you get compliments for your outfits.

chuuya gives a soft nod while you speak verbally, "thank you!"

he's used to random people complimenting him, but you were different.

sure, it was nice and stuff, but over and over again, regarding your looks and body? eh, you don't know how to feel.

chuuya would also compliment you, but since he's your best friend, you felt more comfortable.

you explained to him, when this feeling starting to form, that when other people compliment you, it makes you feel awkward.

he understood and also took the compliments down a peg.

"i just..don't like all the attention!"

he nods, "that's okay. the spotlight isn't for all to enjoy.."

timesmkip to a couple of weeks later.

work was okay.

the compliments from people died down when yoh started to not care so much about what you wore, much to chuuya's demise.

he told you don't need to hide your entire body, but also understood why you do it, and doesn't push it.

that was, until one night was anncouned a party night, for some sort of port mafia achivement?

or maybe it was all for kicks..

you and chuuya left the group, not honestly caring what they're missing out.

half of it was probably postponed because elise wouldn't wear the dress moir bought for her for over 1000$.

so, you both decided to have a few drinks together by the bar closest to where you live.

you ordered yours, and he ordered his drink and couple hours went by.

laugher, talking, and jokes fell upon those hours.

however, the hour you planned to leave a guy around your age stumbled into the bar.

you instantly felt his eyes on you, and you felt your stomach drop. he sat right beside you while chuuya was on the other side.

they guy didn't see him, and instantly spoke to you.

"hey there, cutie~ whats a attractive sweetie doing here all alone late at night~?"

he spoke, his breath stinks, but you couldn't say anything when you felt him lean in closer to you.

chuuya watched, his hand clutching his glass, but he didn't want to cause a scene..yet.

he glared daggers at the man, but he didn't notice.

"what's a sad, single loser doing in a bar all alone? are you that sad you need alcohal to find another purposein life,l-?" you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink.

suddenly, you felt the man grab your wrist and pull the drink down, leaning close to your ear-

he licks his lips, "mm you're a fiesty one? that's okay~ it just makes you more hotter~ how about you come back home with me, i'll be able to make you feel real ho-"

before chuuya could step in and knock gravity out of his existance, his scream of pain caused him to stop.

you grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back and slammed his head to the table, standing up from your seat and gripped his hair.

"not to burst your bubble, but i'm already taken~" you eyed chuuya, who blinked once..twice..

he stood from his seat, grabbed the man by the collor and pushed him to the floor, stepping on his back, keeping him down with his gravity.

"treat another person like you just did to my partner, and you'll be buried six-feet-under, ya'hear me?"

the man stuttered out an apology, chuuya letting him up and you both watched him run out the door.

you thanked chuuya for going on with the plan, saying your goodbyes.

if he had to, he would do it again

chuuya stayed to finish his drink, cursing your name when he realized he had to pay for your drink.

๋࣭ ⭑ atsushi nakajima 🐯

how could he be friends with someone has amazing as you?

he loves your aesthetic.

even he compliments you because he's just trying to be nice.

you would thank him, smiling sotftly at him and going on with yiur day.

however until one day, when he complimented you, your sighed heavily, hiding your face in your hands.

he tilts his head in confusion, rubbing your shoulder, asking what's wrong.

"y/n? are you okay?"

you sighed, "yeah! i'm fine- just...all these compliments i'm getting from strangers! it's awkward! i don't know what to say all the time and there are some people...who try to...touch me."

you mumbled the last part, atsushi nodding slowly.

he listened to you rambled and asked his he could hug you.

of course, you agreed and engulfed him in a hug.

overtime, he's died down on the compliments, wanting to respect your bounderies and not upset you.

until one night, atsushi and you finished work later then usual and the weretiger offered to walk you home.

you and him were chatting for a little bit, until you wandered past a bakery.

atsushi asked if you wanted anything, but you shaked your head and said you can wait out here for him.

there were seats in front of the door, so you sat down and waited for him.

couple minutes passed...and suddenly there was a teenager, probably the same age as atsushi and he looked...drunk.

you took out your phone and earbuds, trying your best to distract yourself.

it was working...to some extent.

the teenager noticed you, and you could smell the alcohal on him when he came close to you.

"hey baby~" he cooed at you, sitting down on the chair beside you.

you took a unnoticed deep breath and looked up at him, to frightened to move.

"look at this hot outfit your wearing~ hm, they look sooo good on you~" he giggled, rubbing his hand up and down your thigh.

you tried to kick him away, but he gripped your leg tighter.

"i think it would look better~ if it showed more of these smooth legs of yours-"

suddenly, atsushi walked out of the bakery.

"ugh, sorry y/n! the bakery was short-staffed so it took longer to gte my-"

"finally babe, your back!" you stood up, legs shaking softly and you hugged atsushi, whispering in his ear.

"we need to leave, now.."

atsushi looked at boy he didn't see at first, and glared at his drunk body.

his head was hung low and he kept giggling, "awh~ don't think about leaving so soon~"

atsushi grabbed the boy by the collor and pulled him off the ground.

"touch another stranger like that again, and you'll wish you never did." he dropped the man who was gaspong for air and scurried away, running into walls and poles.

he's on his own now...

atsushi looked abck at you, "are you okay?"

you laughed, "yeah..hey, i told you i didn't want anything.."

you pout, grabbing a bag of smal muffins.

"i know, but i thought you were hungry after today."

you smiled, thanking him.

as you both continued your walk, atsushi suddenly stops when he realized something.

DID YOU CALL HIM BABE???

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shdysders · 1 month

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last kiss

pairing: tara carpenter & female reader

summary: in which you and tara truly had your last kiss.

word count: 1.5k

author’s note: this song is fully based on last kiss by taylor swift. also sorry for bad update and shit writing, i’m currently not feeling motivated for it.

"I love you."

Those were the three words you had whispered into Tara's ear, with your soothing and mellifluous voice.

It had been late. 1:38 to be exact. You couldn't fall asleep, although you thought Tara was. Whispering in her ear and kissing her cheek, being completely unaware of the fact that she hadn't yet to doze off either.

She had tried her hardest not to let the huge smile spread across her face. You had whispered the words for just the two of you to know.

Later that night, Tara had opened her eyes, feeling the need to see your features once again before drifting off. You'd looked so tranquil, peaceful. Your face lit through the darkness like a radiant moon, casting a gentle glow all around.

You told Tara you loved her.

So why did you leave? Go away?

It was not until now Tara remembered the time when you had reunited with her after sixteen long weeks apart. The sixteen weeks of Tara's school semester, who had felt like an eternity.

She recalled the smell of the rain, the sound of the drops hitting the hood of her rain jacket, and the fresh downpour on the pavement.

You had stayed up the entire night, just to get to the airport just in time so Tara wouldn't have to wait when she landed. July ninth.

Tara had ran of the plane just to see you, sprinted towards you the second she saw your sneakers on the concrete floor of the arrival hall. She jumped onto you, embraced you in a bone crushing strength you didn't know she had.

She remembered the smell of your floral scented perfume in her nostrils, and the way she felt your heart jumping through the material of your hoodie. She could still feel your arms around her sometimes.

Now she didn't have anyone to sprint towards after she'd gotten off a plane.

The only way she could feel your smell now was when she wore your clothes, the garments that you had left at her house and then forgotten.

Tara put on your clothes almost every day, sitting on the floor of her room, letting the smell of the different fabrics bring her to a happier place; the memories with you.

She thought about how much she missed you all the time. Although she was unsure if you ever thought of her.

Tara felt unsure of everything. She didn't know if the split between the two of you was the cause of it, or if it was all of the betrayals from previous events. But she did know that the only thing she was certain of was that she didn't know how to be someone you missed.

She knew you didn't miss her, but that didn't stop her from trying to figure out how to get you to yearn for her. As much as she did for you.

Was the key to get a new partner? Or post stuff that showed she was happier than ever? What could possibly make you want her again?

Something else Tara thought about constantly, was your last kiss. The last kiss she never thought the two of you would have. She thought you would spent the rest of your life alongside one another.

She had never thought about her relationship with you ending nor taking a drastic turn, but when it did come across her mind one time, she'd never imagined that it would happen like this.

She never planned on kissing Chad.

It wasn't on purpose. Of course it wasn't.

She would never intentionally do something to hurt you. Never.

But she had done it anyway. She had tried to blame it on the alcohol that she had poured into her body minutes before, but she was very aware that wouldn't get her anywhere.

Because the truth was; Tara didn't have a reason behind it, not at all.

She had asked herself the question over and over again; why she had done it, knowing that was the first question you'd ask her when she told you. But she couldn't come up with a proper answer.

Tara had felt out of place for months. She had felt this longing for comfort and validation. She knew that if she talked to you about it and expressed how she felt, you would've erased that feeling. Oh how she wished she had went to you to begin with.

She didn't know why she didn't.

Tara knew she could trust you. She knew she could trust you like a lighthouse guiding her through stormy seas.

Yet her mind told her something was wrong. She was fighting a battle with herself at that point,

the internal battle being between what she knew was right and the temporary relief she sought.

She felt disgusted with herself for sleeping with Chad. They had known each other ever since birth, and she thought that might've ruined their friendship for all eternity, however that wasn't the relationship she was worried about ruining.

The relationship she was worried about destroying was with the person's name she had accidentally moaned out.

Your name.

It was always on her lips.

Even when she tried to enjoy herself with other men, all she could find herself thinking about was you.

You'd forever be the name on her lips, no matter how hard she tried.

As she looked back on your time together, she couldn't help but remember the swing of your step. The way you moved with such grace and confidence. Each stride carried a rhythm that seemed to match the beat of her heart.

You were the life of the party, always showing off, whether it was in beer pong or in dancing, you loved dancing. You would always pull Tara onto the dance floor just so she would join you, and she would roll her eyes for it.

Tara wasn't much for dancing, she'd never liked it and was never going to. But for you, she did dance. She danced like nobody was watching, and she never seemed to regret it, because it always made you beam with a smile.

She'd do anything to watch you smile. She'd do anything to be with you again.

Because she loved the way you greeted Sam with a gentle handshake whenever you joined them for dinner. She loved the way you walked with your hands in your pockets.

How you'd kiss her when she was in the middle of saying something. She'd always end up kissing back, and she never complained, yet she still called it rude interruptions, and there wasn't a day she didn't miss them.

She'd do anything to experience that again.

The only experiences with you she had now, was the ones she tried to relive with your clothes on her body. When she would sit on her floor, pressed into a corner of the four walled room, either sobbing or just thinking about you, and how she didn't know if you ever wasted a thought on her.

She was now watching your life in pictures as regularly as she used to watch you sleep.

You slept over at her house almost every night, and on every occasion Tara would lay in front of you for hours, just admiring your features and relaxed face. She never told you about it, but now she wished she did.

She could feel you starting to forget her, as often as she used to feel you breath. Whenever you embraced her as you slept, she made sure to keep count your breaths and the amount of seconds between them, like they were about to stop if she didn't count.

They never stopped. Luckily. But she stopped hearing them after she'd told you the truth. About what she had done with Chad. She never got to hug you again after that, or count your heartbeats.

Tara tried to keep up with your old mutual friends as often as she could, asking them how you were doing. She always received short answers, politely short answers.

She could tell they wanted nothing to do with her. Same as you wanted nothing to do with her, Chad or even Mindy.

You would occasionally greet Mindy in the corridors, never even bothering to look at Tara or Chad, which was understandable, but that didn't stop the jealousy from flooding through Tara's veins from the sight.

She hoped you were doing well. She hoped it was nice where you were. Wherever you were. Whoever you were with.

She hoped that some day, when the sun would shine and it'd be a beautiful day, that you'd be reminded of something about her, and that'd you wish you had stayed. For whatever reason.

She hoped that at some point, you'd think back to the last kiss you shared, that you would change your mind, and that you'd want to come back to her.

Just so everything could be the way it was. The way she ruined.

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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Little Home

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Wolff!Reader

Rating: PG-17

Warnings: Angst, cursing, Max isn’t the best at communicating his feelings neither is reader, Fluff, smidge implied smut, etc.

Words: 1.7K

A/N: I suck at writing endings and now all I have left is the epilogue so sorry if this isn't the best, didn't plan on making this a series but I hope to do more in the future and plan it out better I hope you all enjoy!!!!

Part 1: Little Traitor

Part 2: Little Backstabber

Part 3: Little Heartbreaker

Wedding dress

"Will you marry me?" Time seems to stop as Max stares at you, not letting his thoughts or emotions be known.

"No."

Who would've thought one word could cause so much heartbreak.

7 months later

"Max! Hurry up, we're going to be late!"

Max groans, banging against the mirror before him as he stares at his reflection. Here he was wearing a 3 piece suit, dark navy blue, which almost looked black. With a maroon tie, he keeps fixing it even though it is perfect. Adoring the suit was this little lion pendant with 2 tiny chains connecting to the left breast pocket.

"Max? What is taking so damn-" The person finally freezes, seeing Max in his suit and smiling.

"My little lion." He turns to his mother, who smiles behind her tears as she takes in her son.

"I'm scared. I thought I could do this, but I don't know now." He bursts, making his mother laugh, and walks into his bedroom.

"Little lion, it's normal to be scared, but after everything you've been through, you want to do this but don't like the unknown." Max takes 3 deep breaths. He knew his mother was right, but you both tended to bolt when things made you scared, but you worked it out. He can still remember when he said no.

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7 months ago

"What do you mean no?" The walls started to close around you. After all of this, after what just happened, he was going to call it off now.

"I mean," He takes a deep breath before looking at you. "We need to take this slow again; you broke this off-" You go to interrupt him, but he holds up his hand, stopping you. "You had every reason to do because I did betray your trust, and I understand that. But, you hurt me too. You left and refused to talk to me. Before we say we're engaged again, shouldn't we talk about whether we're even a couple?" He asks, sitting across from you while you gap at him in shock.

"Are you fucking serious? We just slept together, and you didn't think to have this talk before?" You're ready to scream with how angry you're getting at him while Max sighs, rubbing his hands over his face.

"You're right. We shouldn't have done that; we needed to talk first, but...I missed you. That's no excuse for that; we need to talk now." You scuff, wanting to storm out, but he was right. You needed to talk.

"I'm tired of you blaming me for not contacting my father. Out of everyone in my life, you should understand where I'm coming from. Instead, you defined him and threw it in my face that I ran to him to hide." You blurt out, Max staring into your soul.

You hated when Max stared at you like this. It was baring you layer by layer and his way of analyzing you. You were an anomaly in his race data that he couldn't figure out. Unnerving is what it is.

"Maybe I was projecting, and it wasn't right. I shouldn't have done that; I lost sleep over it, but.....we should all grow up at the end of the day. From here on out, though, you hate the bastard. I'll hate him too, but you must start giving me real reasons." Oh, you wanted to slap him, yet he was right.

Getting over it when you've been hurt repeatedly is never easy. You need to grow from those life lessons to grow and learn from them. They were just periods at the end of the sentence of your life. They didn't end the story, only paused it. The part of your life you clung to was a chapter of the past. You needed to flip the page and continue on.

"You're right; I need to move on. You don't know how long it takes me to move on." Max drops his head, shaking it at your words.

"Jesus fucking, Christ, Y/n. Do you want to know why we keep arguing about this? You let it cloud your fucking mind. Yes, he has hurt you more than you can count. Yet you allow that to define you as a person, you hold that hate in you, and it's what's hurting this relationship. I'm imperfect, and I won't always be on your side. Y/n, I love you; I want to marry you and have a family with you. I'm not throwing you to the damn wolves and forcing you to suddenly be all roses with him, but fuck...give him an inch at least." You give a humorless laugh gathering up your purse and anything else.

"This was a mistake." Max doesn't even fight you as you walk out the door slamming it hard.

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"You're a princess." You smile at your brother in a suit similar to Max's but with a little bow tie.

"Thank you, Jack." Susie pats her son's head, watching you making sure you weren't freaking out.

"It's crooked." Susie fusses, fixing your tiara. The same one your father bought you and gave you as a wedding gift.

"Thanks." You give her a curt answer. Things have been tense between you two ever since you put limits on how much you wanted Toto in your life.

Yes, he was here today and doing his duties as your father, but that still didn't mean you had forgiven him for everything. Toto knew you would never fully forgive him, but he'd take what he could, and you were in therapy to talk and have someone who wasn't in the middle give you a clear answer to what you and the others felt.

"I'm glad you're doing this. You both have grown so much in 7 months." Biting your tongue, you nod and turn to stare at yourself in the white dress.

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5 months ago

"Don't." You warn Max, who just rolls his eyes at your antics.

Jack giggles, pointing the water gun at you. Max had given the younger Wolff the water gun as a present since you started watching him more and more. Whenever Susie or Toto couldn't watch him, you would since you both became very close.

"Jack, do it." Max eggs on, and you stare daggers at him while he softly smiles.

Things were starting to get mend between you two. Couples therapy was a segway into fixing this relationship. Both of you had issues, and they were showing more and more in your relationship. No one was perfect, but you needed to communicate better.

You moved back into your apartment with him this week, leading to Jack being here. He was spending the night with you two, and your therapist thought it would be an excellent activity for you two, playing house almost and seeing if you both could use your new tactics of talking to one another when it came to the young boy.

"Die!" Jack yells, causing Max to choke on his laughter as Jack soaks you with the water.

You try to protect yourself, but it's useless as you get drenched in the cold water. Wiping your eyes, you notice that Jack and his partner in crime aren't there anymore. The hairs on your neck rise, making you turn around only to get hit with water in the face.

"Uh oh," Jack whispers as you wipe the water off your face. Angry now, but it was short-lived seeing Max's smiling face, the one holding the water gun this time.

"Run!" Max yells as you chase after the boys. The house filled with laughter.

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"I love him, and we've worked everything out." Susie nods. Knocking stops Susie's reply as Toto opens the small door, barely fitting in the frame, and stops staring at you.

The dress was an elegant a-line lace wedding dress with long sleeves that hugged you perfectly. It had a train about 5 feet with very detailed designs of lace, and underneath, you had Max's initials sewed into it with dark navy blue letters. The tiara was paired with sundropped pearl earrings with a petite diamond necklace that paired nicely with the tiara and earrings.

"Gorgeous." You give your father a soft smile as he holds his hand out for you to grab, helping you down the stairs.

"Come on, Jack, we've got to get you to the boys." Susie brushes past you both, leaving you two.

"Papa-" Toto stops you by lacing your fingers together and smiling.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity, and while Susie doesn't understand your boundaries, I do. I'm so happy you and Max decided to go through with the wedding. You both loved each other so much." Toto kisses your head as you stop behind the closed doors. Max was only 20 feet away, your future, your husband, your air.

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3 months ago

"You know, we never canceled everything when we called the wedding off." You giggle, turning to look at Max, who is lying on the floor, exhausted from his workout.

"What? Why'd you think of that all of a sudden?" Max shrugs his shoulders and turns to look at you.

"Do you?" He asks, the laughter dying in your throat as you ponder his question.

"That's how you ask me to marry you?" Faking anger, which has Max rolling his eyes but smiling at your antics.

"The first time I asked you was after fucking in the shower." You bust out laughing, knowing that was true, and make up some story about how romantic it was when he asked you.

Climbing off the couch, you walk over and straddle his hips before lowering yourself so you sit on his lap. Max's hands automatically find their way to your ass, squeezing it as he looks up at you.

"Yes, I'll marry you." Max leans up and kisses you gently before dropping back down and arching his hips up. You laugh, both losing your clothes quickly.

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"You may kiss the bride." Max doesn't think twice as his arms wrap around you before swinging around and dipping you, kissing you slowly, not caring as he explores your mouth.

Clapping, whistling, and everything else fills the venue as he lifts you back up, both laughing as you kiss each other again before facing the crowd.

"Presenting, Mr. and Mrs. Max Verstappen!" You look at Max smiling, you couldn't be happier to have gone through this, even if you were a little traitor in the beginning, but this quickly became your little home.

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rxmqnova · 3 months

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Hi, could you write a player reader x wanda where yn has the fame of player but deep down she wanted to be in love but she was afraid because she was adopted and never felt any type of love until a woman adopted her. Yn and Wanda met and she helped Yn a bit with maths(for example) and they started to feel for each other but Yn didn't want to say anything because why Wanda would feel something for her? But one day, yn didn't go to school, and Wanda went to Yn's house and she found yn in there crying because she lost her mom and in that moment, Wanda swore to always protect her and show her the love she feels for her

You're not alone

NO ONE'S POV With a huge smile on her face Y/N's telling her mom about her day. Her mother listening to her daughter's every word, smiling weakly while rubbing Y/N's knuckles with her thumb.

It's been a while since Y/N's mother got sick and had to go to the hospital. Y/N was absolutely devastated, but now her mother's feeling better and the doctors assured her that her mother's condition is a lot better, so Y/N's trying her best to come every day at least once and tell her mom everything what happens in her life.

"Math isn't so good, but I'm working on that, so no worries. We have a new girl in class and she's quite good at all the math stuff, so I'm planning to ask her for help" Y/N assures her mother. "Oh, look at the time! I'm running late already. I'll stop by after school, mom. I love you!" The girl presses a kiss to her mother's cheek, quickly taking her bag and rushing out of the hospital.

Y/M/N can't help but let out a chuckle, shaking her head with a smile as she's watching her daughter rushing out.

Luckily Y/N makes it to school just on time, running to her classroom before the bell rings, accidentally bumping into some girl and causing all of her books to fall on the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Y/N quickly apologizes, bending down to help the girl pick up her books, locking eyes with her to realize it's the new girl. "That's okay" The brunette smiles.

"Oh, it's you! The new girl… Hm. Wanda, right?" Y/N questions, receiving a nod. "Hm. I know we haven't really talked yet, but I would really-"

"I won't go out with you" Wanda blurts out on which Y/N tilts her head in confusion. "Sorry, I'm not someone you can change after a week of dating. I-"

"I wasn't trying to ask you out" Y/N stops the brunette right there.

There's a well-known fact on the entire school that Y/N is a player. Her longest relationship lasted for about two weeks. She really wants to find someone who would love her and whom would she love, yet that hasn't happened yet.

Maybe that's caused by the fact that she's never really felt a real love until she got adopted 6 years ago.

A simple 'oh' leaves Wanda's lips, her cheeks turning red at the akward moment.

"I was just hoping you would help me with math? I have no clue what's going on there and you seemed to understand in the last few lessons, so I was hoping you'd help me out a little bit please?" Y/N asks, hoping to get a yes.

She really wants to get a good mark, so she could show it to her mom and assure her she's doing okay, so she wouldn't worry.

"Oh, sure, I can help. Sorry about that before, I didn't mean to-"

"No, that's fine. Can we meet up after shool?" Y/N questions with a smile, looking into the green eyes and searching for an answer.

———

It's been over a month since Wanda started helping Y/N with math and Y/N's grades got a lot better ever since. Though lately there's only one thing on Y/N's mind and it surely isn't school… Wanda.

For some reason Y/N just can't stop thinking about her, but whenever Y/N decides to tell Wanda, she gets insecure. Why would Wanda feel something for her? Why would she like her back?

After all, she always remembers their first encounter, how Wanda rejected her even though she wasn't about to ask her out. The whole school is talking about it, Y/N is a player, so why would Wanda want to date her?

Wanda, on the other hand, is feeling the same. Her mind is constantly wandering around Y/N and she just can't stop it. But she's certain Y/N doesn't feel the same and she definitely doesn't want to be another girl Y/N played with.

Wanda steps into the classroom, expecting to see Y/N's bright smile, but her seat is empty. Wanda shakes it off though, maybe Y/N was visiting her mom again or she just overslept, right?

There still is this weird feeling, telling Wanda something's wrong. She's been waiting for Y/N to arrive, yet the girl just isn't showing up. Something must have happened.

So as soon as the last lesson ends, Wanda rushes to Y/N's house, ringing the bell and knocking at the door without any response.

"I know you're here, Y/N!" She doesn't, but it's worth a try. What if Y/N is sick and needs help? Or what if she got hurt?

Few seconds later the door finally opens, revealing the young girl in a horrible state. Her hair is messy and her eyes bloodshot red from crying.

Wanda's just happy to see her in that moment and immediately pulls the girl in for a tight hug.

"You got me worried sick. Why didn't you text me you wouldn't come to school today?" Wanda lets out a sigh, pulling away from the hug and finally noticing the state Y/N is in. "What's wrong? What happened, Y/N/N?" She asks, cupping the girl's cheeks and wiping her tears away with her thumbs.

"… My mom died" Y/N sobs out, burying her face into Wanda's neck and crying again.

"I am so sorry" Wanda nearly whispers, rubbing Y/N's back and squeezing her eyes shut.

Y/N told her everything about her horrible childhood and how she got adopted. The girl would never ever tell anyone, but for some reason, she felt like she could tell Wanda.

"She was the only one I had" Y/N hiccups, Wanda feeling tears in her eyes as well.

"That's not true. You have me. And I will help you with everything" Wanda smiles slightly, wiping Y/N's running tears.

"Why would you? No one ever cared for me, only my mom. So why would you help?" Y/N asks, stepping back a little bit.

"Because I care, Y/N. I have feelings for you… I-I love you. I want to be here for you and I want to protect you" Wanda confesses, slowly taking Y/N's hands in hers.

"Y-you do?" Y/N questions, her voice cracking a little.

"I do" Wanda smiles, bringing one of her hands up to Y/N's face and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I-I have feelings for you too. I was scared to tell you. I thought that you would never feel the same" Y/N admits, her eyes filling with tears once again.

"Come here" Wanda pulls Y/N in for another hug, rubbing her back and letting her cry. "I'm here for you, honey. I'll help you with everything. You're not alone"

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diagnosedpsychosis · 10 months

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FALLING ASLEEP AT WORK

I just wanted to thank every one for the love I'm receiving for my other little imagines, and to let you all know that if you have anything you want me to write (character or prompt, or both) just let me know and I'll see what I can do.

Description: You had a crappy morning and are clearly struggling to stay awake. Aaron offers the two seater couch in his office to you.

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You absolutely hated wearing your glasses. You despised them to no end, and in a perfect world they'd never of been created. You hated wearing them. The way they dug into the bridge of your nose. The fact they'd slip every 30 or so seconds so you'd have to readjust them. How if you pushed them up, the second you'd try to take them off they'd tangle in your hair and create a small knot you couldn't detangle until later that night. The way that the lens was so powerful that whilst it gave you perfect vision, it also elicited a powerful headache.

You loved how they looked, but far out did you hate how they felt.

Today wasn't a good day for you, in fact you couldn't even remember your last good day, but today trumped all your other bad ones. You'd woken up to the night-time construction work happening on your street at 3 in the morning. When you finally managed to get back to sleep an hour and a half later, it turns out some of the tradesmen out front had accidentally hit a water pipe and it blew up out of the ground and into the air. So not only were you now awake at 4:30 am, but you were also getting drenched as everyone in your building was evacuated out, instead of staying inside, away from the burst.

Everything had been cleared rather quickly and soon enough everyone was filing back into the building at 5 in the morning. You had an hour and a half until you had to get up and get ready for work, but this mornings events left you wide awake and unable to sleep despite how desperately you craved it.

So you decided to have an actual shower. You got undressed, took all your jewellery off, stepped under the shower head, pulled the tap and...no water came out. You spent five minutes trying everything in your power to get it working when the memories of this morning hit you and you realised the construction workers had hit the main water source.

You were frustrated, tired, naked and on the verge of tears not because you were actually upset, but because you were so overwhelmed. You had been so tired the night before and were so excited to sleep the night away, but the day had other plans for you and now you felt partially blind, struggling not to fall asleep standing up every time you blinked and your eyes lingered closed for a couple seconds longer than usual.

It was too late to get anymore sleep in before work, so wanting to at least fix one issue you walked back into your room, threw on a nightie and grabbed your contact lens case from your bed side. Walking back into your bathroom you opened the little container, your hand beside it on the sink as you bent to grab the saline solution from the cabinet, but as you went to stand back up your hand slipped and a second later you heard a plop sound come from the toilet.

You stood, frozen in time and just shut your eyes. Breathing in and out slowly you imagined all the things that could've possibly fallen in the toilet. You could just buy a new toothbrush if that's what fell in. A new roll of floss was only a couple bucks. You thought of everything that wasn't exactly what you knew it was, purely just cause you couldn't have a worse morning.

But then you opened your eyes, found your open eye contact container floating upside down in the toilet and stormed back into your room to scream into your pillow that held mascara stains.

That was how you found yourself walking into the Quantico building, with the old black framed glasses you'd stopped wearing a year or so ago perched on the bridge of your nose.

"Hey gorgeo- Whoa" Derek's hands flew straight up in the air in defence, cutting himself off mid greeting as your exhausted eyes snapped to him. You didn't look scary whoa, or ugly whoa, you looked 'I haven't slept in years and my slightly red eyes are begging you to knock me out so I can sleep for an eternity' whoa.

"Morning" You grumbled, unable to even offer Derek a grateful smile as he slowly passes you the same coffee he brings in for you every morning. You two stop at the elevator, your tired eyes staring at the metal doors, and Derek's watching and worrying about you as you slightly sway back and forth.

"You look rough. Bad night?" Rough? Bad night? You felt like hell and that was underexaggerating it.

"Stupid construction woke me up, hit a main water pipe, evacuated my apartment building, left me showerless and then stupid me knocked my contact lenses into the toilet" Derek sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, reaching out and rubbing your back for you, trying to relieve some tension. You arched away from him, and caught his frown in the elevator door, offended you flinched away from his touch.

"If you keep rubbing my back I'll fall asleep on the spot" You mumbled, barely having the energy to even speak.

"You're not going to be productive if you're fighting to keep yourself from falling asleep all day. Just go home" Derek hoped he didn't sound rude and dismissive, and thankfully relief flooded his body as you looked up and offered him a lazy smile.

"I love how concerned you are about me, but I can't go home."

"Why not?" Derek asked, frowning. It was either just go home now or get up to the sixth floor, struggle and then have Hotch tell you to take the rest of the day off, neither of which you wanted. You loved your job, you wanted to be there more than anything, but...maybe a power nap isn't such a bad idea.

"Cause then I'll be letting the team down" Derek laughed, the elevator doors opening as he slung his arm over your shoulders and practically dragged you out.

"No you won't. You look like hell, every one will understand" You squinted your eyes up at Derek as you glared at him.

"So much for calling me gorgeous" You grumbled, Derek pushing on the bullpen door and shoving you in first before following after. He used his arm around your neck to pull your head toward him, before planting a kiss to your cheek.

"Y/n, you're absolutely breath taking, but you also look like hell" You huffed, glaring at Derek before pulling his arm off of you and taking a seat at your desk. You had barely been sitting for 5 seconds before Emily stopped in front of your desk.

"I haven't seen those frames in ages. What's it been, a year?" She asked, her loud voice gaining Spencer and JJ's attention, the latter standing to join Emily at your desk.

"I hate 'em" You grumbled, glancing up at the two girls before looking back down at your desk. Emily and JJ frowned, glancing at each other, wondering what was wrong, but all questions were answered as Derek swung around in his desk chair grinning.

"She flushed her contacts down the toilet" You sucked in a deep breath, side eyeing the direction Derek's voice came from before unpacking your bag, pulling case file after case file out, and neatly stacking them on your desk.

"Usually the nerdy teen in a high school rom com takes off her glasses and puts contacts in, but here you are, choosing not to conform. Good for you" Emily teased as you looked up at her, ignoring JJ and Derek's snickers.

"I love you Em, but I'm moody and running on about 2 and a half hours of sleep" Her mouth formed an 'o' shape as she held her hands up in defence and backed away slowly.

"Drift, caught" She said before turning and heading back to her desk. You sighed to yourself, turning back to face your desk properly. You noticed in the corner of your eye Spencer leaning forward in his seat.

"Are you alright, y/n?" You looked up and toward Spencer, offering him a tiny, appreciative smile as you slowly nodded your head.

"I'm alright, thank you Spence. Just a lot of night time construction going on lately. It's keeping me up" Spencer nodded his head once before sitting back in his seat and looking down at the case file open in front of him. Slowly, you sunk back into work, despite the overwhelming exhaustion consuming you. Spencer's silence lasted seconds.

"I know I live a little further out of the city-" Spencer began, sitting forward again and easily gaining your attention, "but if it gets really bad you can always stay on my fold out couch."

You couldn't fight the smile on your face as you stared at the genuinely caring and compassionate kid in front of you. Spencer had always felt like a baby brother to you, but he had the protectiveness of an older brother.

"I might just have to take you up on that offer" Spencer smiles before getting back to work and losing himself in his own mind instantly. You look away from him before half swinging around in your chair and looking in Derek's direction. Derek feels your eyes on him and looks up, frowning as you point at Spencer, mouthing 'real friend'. He rolls his eyes, a playful smile on his face as he shakes his head and gets back to work.

For at least 3 hours you manage to keep yourself awake. Cup of coffee after cup of coffee, after energy drink, after standing in front of the freezer in the kitchen, make you think you've finally got used to being awake. But then people start leaving at around 11:30, starting lunch breaks and you start getting tired again purely at the thought of eating and doing nothing.

Hotch glances out his window, looking into the bullpen when his eyes catch you frowning at your desk. From where he is it looks like you're stuck on whatever you're working on, when in reality you'd blinked but were yet to open your eyes. Noticing most of the others aren't in the bullpen to help, he stands up and makes his way out of his office.

"Y/n?" He calls from the top of the stairs, his usual frown deepening as you don't answer. He notices you don't have headphones on and wonders if maybe you're just lost in your head, too focused to even hear him. But then he walks down the steps, getting closer, and notices the slow rise and fall of your chest.

Hotch had heard about your morning, after all, it was hard to not hear the booming voices of your team as they all spoke too loud for such an early hour in the morning. So when he stepped even closer, and noticed the faint exhale every time your chest fell, he wasn't surprised to realise you were asleep.

Despite the fact you were at work where you were supposed to be busy 24/7, Hotch wanted you to sleep. He had every intention to slowly back away and return back to his office, but you looked so uncomfortable. Your head was almost completely tilted down, chin on your chest as your shoulders hunched over. You would be beyond sore when you woke up, and Hotch didn't want that for you either. So slowly he stepped closer before crouching down in front of you.

"Y/n?" He spoke softly, placing one large hand on your knee, and the other on the chairs arm rest. You stirred but didn't wake up, instead letting out a heavy exhale as you further sunk into the seat. Hotch patted your knee with a little bit more force, using his hand on the arm rest to lightly shake the spinning seat.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, the same frown you'd worn all day glued to your face as you looked up before back down, your eyes widening when you realised who was crouched down at your knees. You immediately sat up straighter, and a little more awake as you cleared your throat, immediately starting to apologise.

"Oh god, Hotch. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" He quickly cut off your rambling with one single amused raised eyebrow. You sputtered on your words, tilting your head slightly in confusion as you stared at the slight smile playing on his lips.

"You're going to give yourself a hunch back if you continue to sleep sitting up" Your hardened expression slowly softened, a light laugh passing by your lips as you raised your hands to rub your eyes.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was doing so good" You scolded yourself, disappointed you'd fallen asleep and your boss was the one to find you, out of everyone.

"For someone running on two and a half hours of sleep, you've done good" You sighed, keeping your hands to your eyes to block out the light.

"You heard about that?" You ask, spreading your index and middle fingers apart to peak out at Hotch. He nodded, his smile still small and soft as he stared up from you, not having yet moved from below you.

"Voices travel" Hotch replied.

"Sorry" You mumbled apologetically, eyes following Hotch as he used your knee to push himself up, going back to his naturally towering height.

"Make it up to me by moving to the couch in my office?" He asked, using his foot to spin you and your chair out from under your desk. You snorted, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms over your chest.

"Sounds more like a win for me" You stated, Aaron shrugging as he stuffed his hands in his pant pockets, his gaze unwavering, locked on you.

"You get to sleep, I get my smart, refreshed agent back. It's a win win" You absolutely loved the sound of a nice couch nap, and in Hotch's office of all places.

"Really?" You asked, Hotch slowly blinking before nodding and offering you a smile.

"Mhmm" With a dramatic huff, you stood like you were being forced to do what he said, when really you could kiss him for the suggestion.

"Well... only cause you won't shut up. I've never met a man that begs so much" You pushed your chair in, following Hotch up to his office.

"I don't know if that's what I'd call begging-"

"It is" You quickly cut him off, your grin widening as he glanced back at you over his shoulder, with his smile still present. You stepped inside his office, immediately making a b-line for the couch under the window that lead outside.

"You can close the blind if you want" Hotch pointed at the open blind behind you as he closed the door to his office, grabbing a coat off the back before making his way toward you.

"It's not going to make it harder to see for you?" You asked, wanting to make sure he was 100% okay with it. He snorted, stopping in front of you and holding the coat out, waiting for you to take it.

"I think I'll live, y/n" You took the coat with an appreciative smile, watching him turn around and walk behind his desk, before you closed the blind. You put your arms through the coats sleeves, the back of it against your chest like a blanket. You went to lay down but quickly looked to Hotch.

"You're sure this is fine with-"

"Yes....the company is nice" Hotch replied softly, now sat behind his desk, flicking through a case file. The corners of your mouth slowly spread into a genuine smile.

"Even mine?" You asked, watching Hotch as he looked up and away from his work, his eyes latching onto yours.

"Especially yours" You bit back a tired grin, turning away from Hotch to hide the blush quickly rising to your cheeks. You laid down, bringing your knees to your chest as you snuggled into the large coat Hotch had grabbed off the back of his door for you. You felt your eyes grow heavy, but just before you let sleep overcome you, Hotch spoke again.

"Just don't snore" You laughed, shaking your head lightly.

"No promises."

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uselesssomebody · 11 months

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Hi! I saw your post asking abt Miguel fanfics, and id love to read a fanfic abt spider-man 2099! Could you write a fanfic (can be as much fluff, angst, or smut as you want) where F!reader is SpiderWoman, and goes to catch an anomaly with Miguel; her partner that’s slowly becoming fond of reader, yet doesn’t want to admit it. During their mission, reader gets hurt and Miguel confesses while treating her wounds, thinking she’s unconscious and he’s scared to lose her- even to see her hurt. If not that’s totally fine Ill read anything you publish!

𝕞𝕚 𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕠 - miguel o'hara x spider!reader

complete masterlist | miguel o'hara masterlist

words || 𝟛.𝟜𝕜

summary || in which miguel makes a confession when he thinks reader can't hear him

a/n || grumpy x sunshine trope but plot twist, he's a total simp (reader is too tbf)

➵ thanks for the request anon! very cute love this trope a lot, and hope you enjoy. also your last sentence is literally such a massive compliment for me you're so sweet i love you <3

➵ my tiktok is disrespectfully feral (like him) about this man what the fuck

➵ a bit of spanish in this one, all thanks to a lovely user on here! for non-spanish speakers, translations are below the warnings.

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smidge of angst

translations

➵ mierda - shit

➵ mi cielo, por favor no puedo perderte - my darling, please, i can't lose you

➵ también eres mi cielo - you're also my darling

miguel o'hara was a man of few words.

miles could attest to it, alongside gwen, pav, hobie, and peter b.

the lot of them liked - nay, loved - to talk, so his stark silence always seemed out of place, and his long pauses in between words owed to a lot of shifty stares between the group, or awkward silences. thus, the only person who really got along with him was mayday, who could happily spend every moment of her day babbling nonsensically at him as he desperately tried to keep her from crawling all over him.

that was one of the few things he was very bad at.

so, it was a complete shock to gwen when she could hear animated talking from miguel's... uh - lair? platform? she wasn't sure what exactly it was yet. in her intrigue, she grabs miles - the poor guy trying to grab a bagel from the cafeteria - and tells him to follow her. his brows also furrow at the noises, and they decide to wait a moment before alerting miguel to their presence.

"that's ridiculous!" his voice is loud, incredulous, and it causes the other person - a decidedly feminine voice - to ring out in a laugh.

"you're so unimaginative. think big, o'hara! sure, it's complicated, but it's the perfect plan." her tone makes it obvious there's a smile on her face, but what surprises them in that miguel sounds like he also has one on his face. gwen looks shocked. she didn't know he could smile.

they both suddenly feel a palm on their shoulders, and they yelp in surprise. pav's excitable voice greets them, asking what they were doing. miles desperately tries to get him to lower his voice, but it's too late, as the door is already sliding open.

miguel looks at the three of them, a little unimpressed, and she waves at the lot of them from behind him. the platform begins lowering at a snail's pace, and miguel waits stoically for it to reach ground level. impatient, and having already been subject to the move several times, she rolls her eyes, shooting a web out from her wrist to reach the tall ceiling and gracefully lowering down to them. miles found it very poppins-esque.

"hey guys!" she mumbles cheerfully. though pav's face is covered by his mask, she smiles at his obvious beam behind it, ruffling his hair as she comes to stand next to them, looking up to see miguel still being lowered down, "any day now," she jokes to the three teens, and miles snorts at the sarcastic comment.

"can i... help you?" miguel raises an eyebrow as his platform finally reaches ground level. he eyes the younger spiders inquisitively. miles and pav look between each other, not really sure now why they were here, and gwen speaks up.

"it's earth-587 - they had an alchemax breach, and the home spider needs help stopping the burglar." she speaks quickly, having been tasked by jessica to alert miguel of the news. she'd been steadfast in the communication, of course, until she'd been distracted by the sounds of laughter - she still couldn't believe it - that she heard.

miguel looks at her sternly.

"we're not mall cops, a burglary is hardly an issue." he drawls, still unimpressed. she stands up a bit straighter.

"the villain is some rich megalomaniac who wants to hop dimensions in order to accumulate more wealth." she deadpans, and miguel looks at her, slightly more interested.

"alright, yeah. drew told you to tell me? let her know i'll handle it." gwen nods, before turning to leave with miles and pav. as they do, so too does the woman he was talking to, waving animatedly.

"that sounds fun, o'hara. bye!" before she can take more than a few steps alongside the teens, they all hear the spongy sound of a web being shot out, and she stops in her tracks, before being dragged back. miles yelps in shock, not realizing what was happening, before coughing to give off an impression of nonchalance, making gwen chuckle behind her hand. pav laughs at the woman's decidedly deadpan expression as miguel pulls her back towards him with the web.

"not so fast. who do you think i'm sending out to catch him?" he mutters, as the teens finally step out. she rolls her eyes.

"i feel like i do all your work for you." she mumbles sarcastically. he releases her, turning around and not acknowledging the comment.

"sure you do." he responds, matching her tone with ease.

as the teens step out, pav is grinning behind his mask. miles looks at him quizzically, and gwen begins walking forward, already knowing what he's gonna say.

"so, how long are we saying?" he asks animatedly, "one month? two months?"

"what?" miles asks, honestly befuddled.

"he's guessing how long o'hara and that girl have been together," gwen answers, already knowing a lot about pav's tendency to see romance where she wouldn't or couldn't. what surprised her, though, was miles' immediately agreement.

"thank god i wasn't the only one!" he exclaims, immediately beginning to chatter away with pav in solidarity.

"alright, boss," she salutes, stepping onto his platform, "what's the plan?" for a moment, miguel doesn't respond, simply looking at her, before she snaps her fingers in front of his face, "hey! you fall asleep, o'hara?" miguel shakes his head, sighing in exasperation, as she laughs to herself. though he shows his annoyance while looking at her, as he turns to pull up the fact file of that universe, a small smile graces his lips, appreciating the sound of her laugh and the way it looks on her face.

she leans over his shoulder - or, she tries to, before seceding to his tall frame and instead peeking past his arm - as she raps her fingers in an anticipating manner over his bicep. usually, he didn't love people touching him - having to deal with an overly ecstatic peter b. on occasion - but he didn't mind anything about her, in all honesty.

realizing this, he sighs harshly, hoping she doesn't comment on it, as he scolds himself for getting distracted. he had one of, if not the most important jobs in the multiverse, and he couldn't allow himself to feel so vulnerable around - a coworker, essentially. but, goddamn, did she make him smile. she was the only one who did, he was sure. he tries to ignore it, though it becomes increasingly difficult as her pretty side profile moves past him, reading the file intently. pretty? fuck. he was gone.

she looks over at him expectantly, and he blinks, hoping his staring wasn't too noticeable, "so... he's created a gizmo." she knew it poked him when she called it that, as he now found the name a little cringy. she disagreed. she thought it was cute.

she thought he was cute.

well, maybe cute wasn't the right word - it's hard to call a 6'7" guy who's built like that cute - but somehow, he was.

when she first met him, he was damn stoic and quiet - only focused on his job. and she understood - of course, the fate of universes could lie in his decisions. she, at first, was just glad to have been allowed into this elite society, so she kept her nose in her work, not straying far from it. soon, though, as she established herself as not only highly skilled, but also highly successful in her assigned missions, she took the opportunity to be herself around the others, knowing her nonchalant and jokey attitude wouldn't be enough for her to get reprimanded anymore. more importantly than that, she started seeing miguel a lot more, as he went from her boss - some guy a huge distance from her - to someone much more equal to her.

that led to the relationship - uh, working relationship, anything else she simply wished for - that they had: handling the big bads of the multiverse together. as partners. she was ecstatic at the idea, happy that her skill was being appreciated, and excited to know her work would be more valuable.

but then she met him. the - well, more - real him.

she was shocked to learn the man could laugh, the first time he let her signature spiderman humor - that she technically shared with most other versions of her - penetrate his cold and determined exterior. it wasn't exactly a laugh - more of a chuckle/snort - but it was more than enough for her to double take, and then smile.

as they set out on more missions together, she obviously appreciated his determination, strength and wit, but she really enjoyed those moments of softness, or when he'd react to her sarcastic humor.

and, of course, that time he had to hold her on their way back from that mission where she twisted her ankle was painful but very - uh, memorable.

she snaps out of her thoughts as he enlarges the information about both the villain's suit and universe-travelling machine.

"something like that," he starts, examining it further, before turning to the information about his suit, "his suit is built to withstand and reduce the effects of multiversal travel, and his defense and weapons seem to be modified military gear. so bullets and vests that just handle or deliver more damage." he mutters, and she nods.

"so - nothing too crazy." her confidence makes him smile, and he nods.

"yeah, sure." he looks over the information again, before shrugging, "a attack from the front and the back should be enough - front distracts while back webs. right?" he decides, nonchalantly. she grimaces.

"don't talk to me about your back webs," she jokes causing him to roll his eyes.

"understood?" he reiterates. she nods, saluting.

"yes, sir. should be home for dinner - heard they're serving empanadas!"

they were not back in time for dinner, much less in time for empanadas.

she'd decided it'd be easier for her to bait out the villain, knowing that most wouldn't take so kindly - nor give a moment of hesitation - to someone of miguel's build and stature. and it'd been fine, until miguel's overconfidence had led to only one of his hands being properly webbed up, allowing him to reach for his modified gun with its modified bullets. he had pointed it as miguel had his back turned, smiling down at her as he called over 587's spiderman to pick him up. she'd noticed before he could, pushing him out of the way before he could react. usually, she wouldn't be able to, but his shock left his position malleable, and his eyes widened - time slowing - as he could see the bullet puncture the side of her stomach.

he shouts out her name, reflexes working to catch her before she fell, and the sharp cry of pain she let out caused his heart to drop. he was pretty sure he had growled, shooting a web precisely at the villain's arm, and wrenching the gun from his grasp, only a hair away from doing something he'd regret. when a small "wait-" tumbles between her labored gasps, he places his anger to the side, immediately letting her squeeze his hand to power through the agony. he looks at her in confusion, wondering how the hell a bullet was causing her so much pain - especially with her spider-healing - but then remembered the modifications listed in the file - including increased damage. he breathes raggedly, completely unsure of what to do, as spider-587 swings past him, a little too excited for his liking.

before he can snap at the kid - he sounded like a college student, honestly - 587 notices her weakened health, coming to kneel beside the both of them. seeing the situation, he swallows harshly.

"uh - take her back to my place while i bring this guy in." he quickly mutters his address, and miguel nods gratefully, immediately picking her up, desperate to ensure that she can get patched up. he swings through the familiar-but-not streets of manhattan, clutching her tightly to him, as she does the same, worried about falling, but confident he wouldn't let her. his heart-rate quickens as he feels her tight hold on him weaken, a sign of her diminishing strength.

the window of the small apartment kitchen is open, and miguel slips inside, less careful than usual to be quiet, focused wholeheartedly on getting her situated. he slips into the bathroom, setting her down on the cold, tiled floor. she winces at the uncomfortable angle he has to have her in as she slumps against the wall, trying to take quick, deep breaths, but wincing whenever her chest rose. miguel desperately searched through the small bathroom's tiny cupboards, finding a first-aid kit. her eyes blink up at the stark green of the casing, a sigh of relief ghosting past her lips.

"you're okay - you're alright, just relax, okay?" he mumbles, tone uncharacteristically emotive. she hums a response, and the breath of her shaky exhale falls over his face as he bends down to examine the wound.

it's not great. far from it, in fact, as he can hardly see the bullet, wedged deep in her bleeding flesh. he lets out a ragged gasp, before forcing his mouth shut when he hears her whimper.

"is - is it bad?" she breathes out into the small space between them. he's not sure what to say. it objectively is, but he doesn't want her more upset in her current situation.

"i'll fix it," is the response he settles on, as he gets to work. in this job, he'd seen quite a few injuries - though not many were like this, and none that had happened to her. he works meticulously to extract the bullet and care for the wound, hyper-aware of how close they were. he could feel her soft breaths on the top of his head, her fingers would curl over his thigh as she tried to firm the uncomfortable sensations, and her chest would brush against his temple when she squirmed at the painful procedure. he tried to keep his mind focused, though it felt inclined to panic every time he heard her whimpers or gasps at a sting or ache.

what really made him panic, though, was when he stopped hearing them. having heard nothing but even breaths for the past minute or two, he looks up in confusion and sees her eyes closed, shoulders completely slumped.

"hey? you there?" he asks softly, waving a hand in front of her face, before decidedly getting more upset, his face scrunching in worry as he gently taps her face, careful not to move it too much, "hello? are you - mierda, mierda..." he trails off, voice becoming shaky. he looks over her face and, seeing the peace of it, he feels a strange mix of relief, that she seemed less in pain, and fear - as he'd seen that peace on many a dead man as well.

working more delicately, he continues the process, his eyes unable to leave her for more than a few seconds. he was trying to convince himself it was just to make sure she was still alright, but the more base part of him kept reminding him of just how much he cared about her, and how he truly hated the morbid thoughts that were encroaching his stressed mind.

"please, please don't give up on me," he mumbles, letting himself talk to keep sane, even though he knew she couldn't hear him, "fuck, stay strong for me. you're so strong, y'know that? and you're smart, and so skilled. i - i do really like working with you. even though - y'know, i'm kind of an asshole around you sometimes. you should see me around the others, though, that's just me. damn, that is just me," it'd transitioned to a ramble, "why - fuck, why do you even work with me? i'm so different from you, and you must feel weird in my company, but you're nice, and you always make me laugh - fuck. i do really like you. not just working with you. you - you mean so much more to me than you think and - well, i wish i could tell you that more often, dammit. i'm just..." he sighs deeply, his fingers brushing over her newly furrowed brows. he's worried that he'd hurt her, and he stops for a moment to let her unconscious self recover, before dropping his voice to a whisper, "i can't lose you, mi cielo, por favor no puedo perderte. i - i really need you to stay strong - stay alive for me." he looks at her relaxing brows, and turns away, beginning to work, as he curses himself internally for being stupid enough to not have said anything until the poor woman literally couldn't hear him.

except, she could. she was incredibly weak - too weak to move, or hold any tension in her muscles, or even open her eyes, but she was just slumped down - not unconscious. she had felt horrible when she couldn't open her mouth to tell him she was fine - well, at least, better than he thought she was - after she'd heard his worry, but she'd become truly upset she couldn't move when she heard his rushed and mumbled confession.

she wanted to reach up and tuck back that bit of hair that always fell over his face when he was working or stressed, and let her hands travel down behind his neck before she'd pull him in for a kiss, like she'd wanted to do for so long. she was over the moon at his words, her lips just barely parting in an effort to say something, but nothing came out. as she could hear him shift away, finally finished, she did fall asleep, still on the brink of returning his feelings.

it'd taken a night of sleep, but after the bullet had been taken out, her body had begun naturally healing, and by morning, she was nearly good to go. she still winced if she turned around too quickly, and miguel was absolutely insistent on half-carrying her to the on-deck infirmary at the spider society. it had led to a few confused glances in their direction, and hobie's admitted annoyance at seeing them together, so close. hobie didn't love miguel - as was known by most - but he found her much more interesting, and seeing that the both were definitely together - as confirmed by pav and miles' exclamations of the fact - he had resigned himself to a signature curl of his lips, before - after only a few short minutes - finding something else around him to critique.

as miguel set her down, she looked up at him expectantly, searching for that softness from yesterday. it didn't come in the form of his soft words, but rather in the look in his eyes, and the wordless moment he spent squeezing her hand, before mentioning something about having to go back to work, eyes averted from hers. she knew he must have felt awkward looking at her, not realizing she knew what he'd said, so she doesn't mind.

when she's discharged, she makes her way to his office, a box of empanadas from the cafeteria - saved, per her request - in her hand, and knocked on his door. he lets her in, lowering his platform in a heartbeat. she realizes it's going faster than usual, and laughs to herself, realizing he truly did do that slow drop for dramatic effect. he tries to refuse the food, suggesting she eat them and rebuild her strength, but she brushes him off.

"where would i be if you weren't playing doctor, miguel?" his eyes widen at her use of his first name - decidedly uncommon in their interactions.

"is - are you okay? didn't hurt you too bad, did i?" he mumbles softly, looking at her with a worried gaze. she shakes her head, smiling.

"not at all. i did want to mention something to you, though." he looks at her, inquisitive.

"yeah?"

"también eres mi cielo."

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