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maximotts · 7 months

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♱ 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖒 ♱

♱ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: priest's daughter!Wanda Maximoff

I missed writing her and since it's been a year since @furys-eyepatch dropped this wonderful idea in my ask box, it felt right to start October off with one of my favorite squishies!

confessions of wanda maximoff AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don't need to add community labels, I've put adequate warnings below. wc: 3.9k. cw: innocent!Wanda/constantly horny!r. sex in a church. fingering. fucking from behind. strap-on use. begging. semi-public sex (no one is around). everything you shouldn't be doing in a place of worship. r thinks saying vulgar things to wanda and seeing her blush is peak entertainment.

“This is kinda the last place I want to be on Halloween, Wands..”

Wanda looked over her shoulder for the sole purpose of giving you an eye roll before continuing to tug you along through the back of the church. “I’m only picking up something for my dad, it’ll just take a second. I did say you could wait outside!”

“And hang around out there by myself? No way, it’s almost dark and there’s a cemetery!” You’d been sidetracked on the way to Natasha’s party, a texted errand from Wanda’s dad bringing you to his office in search of the large bags of candy he forgot to bring home with him. You didn’t mind honestly, the older man was always so kind it was hard to resist any of his requests— much like his daughter, the girl currently standing in front of you grinning.

She cooed at you in the confines of her father’s office, rubbing your cheeks while you swat at her hands. “Aww, are you afraid of ghosts? How cute..”

“Stop it, Wanda!” You scoffed, brushing her off and crossing your arms. So what if you were a little superstitious, who wasn’t? And you certainly didn’t need to let Wanda know; she’d hold it over you like she’d won the lottery. “Just hurry up so we can get out of here…”

Wanda kissed you quickly, soft and placating; an apology for teasing. She always saw you as someone fearless, it was nice to see a concept as harmless as ghosts rattle you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything get us. If it makes you feel better, I’ve never seen anything creepy and Pietro and I used to spend tons of time here when we were kids.”

Trailing off as she went about searching, you leant back against the wall with a pout, opting to watch Wanda while you waited. She had yet to change into her costume, insisting it be strictly for the party, but part of you theorized it was just to keep her outfit from her dad. Instead, her bunny costume lay folded up in the backseat of your car and her dress remained on, teasing you a little more each time she bent over.

With the cooler weather, Wanda added tights to her wardrobe rotation, sheer black nylon hugging every curve from her ankles to her hips. You didn’t know what it was, but something about them left you drooling whenever you thought about the extra layer on your girlfriend for too long. In the past few weeks, you found yourself running your hands over her legs whenever she was close enough, often ending up playfully chided when you eventually grew too grabby during your shared lectures. But now, alone together with Wanda bent so far over the large wooden desk that you could catch just the barest hint of her underwear, you found it terribly hard to control your urge to grab her.

Hesitation gave Wanda enough time to shoot upright, victorious with heavy plastic bags in her tight grasp, “Candy acquired!”

She made her way back over to you by the door, pressing her lips to the corner of your mouth as she passed, “Now let's get out of here before some big bad ghostie bothers you.”

“I don’t think any ghosts want to be anywhere near us right now…” Try as you might, you couldn’t help yourself, eyes glued to Wanda’s backside as she led you back through the dark corridors behind the sanctuary. These weren’t proper thoughts right now, especially here, but it was Halloween… what better day to do something a little sacreligious.

“And why is that-” The end of her sentence was punctuated with a surprised oof, the shock of being shoved sideways into the wall cutting her short. Strong hands gripped her hips, balling the bottom half of her dress in your fists as you buried your nose into her long, dark hair. Instinct begged her to let the moan caught in her throat loose, but someone had to be level-headed here… or at least try to be. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I could ask you the same question, wearing this dress with no shorts and showing off.” You palmed her ass while she wiggled, sandwiched helplessly between you and the carved wood. Maybe you’d hoped that a simple bit of groping would satisfy whatever just took over, but it’d been wishful thinking; the more you touched, the more you wanted. “Did you know every time you bend over I can see your underwear? It’s not very nice to tease like that.”

“I-I didn’t know…” Wanda’s head was spinning, your sudden turn of mood rendering her flustered. Having never thought of herself in much of a sexual way, today’s lack of shorts was more of convenience rather than to tease. No matter how far she got from being a virgin, the intricacies of attraction and desire remained partially lost to her, always forgetting not only were you insatiable at times, but you wanted her. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!”

“No need to apologize, Wands, I’m not mad.” The last thing you wanted was to embed shame to how your girlfriend decided to dress; if anything, the uncharacteristic choice made the surprise more enticing.

She shivered as you nibbled the shell of her ear, trembling more every second your hands continued roaming, exploring, groping her so shamelessly. “But you can make it up to me by letting me touch you.”

“We’re in a church…” Even so, it was just the two of you in the building, a fact confirmed by one quick glance out into the main room through one of the wall’s cutouts. All alone in the quiet, sacred space. Wanda knew she should protest harder, the mere idea should’ve been off putting, but it wasn’t. Nor was it the first time this scenario crossed her mind.

You’d be lying if you said the setting didn’t turn you on that much more and if Wanda’s shudder as you palmed over her covered sex was any indication, she wasn’t completely put off. Curious fingers poked and prodded, pressing against her in earnest until Wanda was gasping. “Why not? No one would know and it’d be fun.”

You could practically hear the cogs in Wanda’s brain turning, working overdrive to come up with some answer where she could do the ‘right’ thing and keep those all too good sensations flowing from between her legs. “Maybe in the car?”

She’d expected the proposition to sound more convincing than it was, your contemplative hum against the nape of her neck showing Wanda she probably hadn’t swayed you either. Enticing as the car might’ve been in the past, it wasn’t what she yearned for right now. If you led her out, she’d follow and most definitely enjoy herself, but she’d think about this and what it could’ve been until this very rare opportunity presented itself again, if ever.

“Oh, but I want you right here, sweetheart. What if someone drives by and sees you outside? You know I like to keep you all to myself.” Wanda didn’t stop the hand sliding past the top of her stockings, fingers stretching the thin fabric in search of her panties— the second your fingertips grazed the embroidered cotton you groaned.

Occasionally you caught her wearing the days of the week underwear she’d splurged on from some online boutique shop, something she bought with the mindset that no one would ever see them, but oh how wrong she was. Initially embarrassed for you to catch her wearing them, she was so relieved when you’d written it off as just another precious thing to love about her.

“How are you always so pretty, babygirl? Makes it so hard to keep my hands off you,” Two inches further down, you discovered the beginnings of a wet spot, Wanda’s body giving her away despite her meekly suggested location change. “Especially when you get wet so easily. It’s my job to take care of that, being a good girlfriend and all.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathed out, trying to keep her breathing even for as long as possible. It was true, Wanda often found her thighs pressed together after a few touches or too long of a kiss; a fact she only recently discovered upon dating you.

“I know, poor thing, let me fix it.” With your free hand holding the front of her dress, fingers splayed over her stomach, you held your girlfriend still as you moved the last barrier aside, sliding through her already slick folds as shamelessly as you would if you were in the privacy of your apartment back at home, laser focused on watching the girl in your arms go limp.

The physical embodiment of a devil on her shoulder as you nudged her sweater out of the way, Wanda couldn’t possibly deny either of you further; the longer you waited, the higher the chance that someone else would wander in. Her cheeks burned red hot, unable to tell how much was from being manhandled mere feet behind the altar or the humiliation of how badly she wanted you to continue. “Please…”

“Please what, Wanda? Take you to the car?” Circling her clit almost did her in, knees buckling, hall echoing with the sound of the bags falling from Wanda’s hand to the floor. You let up and she whined pitifully, hips bucking in search for more of the fleeting pleasure. But if you were doing this, you needed your favorite part: her confirmation. “Use your words and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.”

“Take me, right here…” She was nearly dizzy with need as she spoke, but the struggle was so worth it once your fingers began working her purposely now, promptly rewarding her acceptance. It was all too easy to forget any lingering worries and focus on her rapidly building orgasm, head and hands falling forward to brace herself as you slid two fingers into her. “Oh god, yes-”

You tutted mockingly, grinning into the crook of her sweet-smelling neck. “Now you know that’s not proper language for where we are. Mind your manners.”

It was terribly hypocritical considering how lewdly you were stretching her open on your digits, letting her drip down your palm. You could pretty much count on her making a mess, but no matter how familiar of a sensation, it was all you could do not to fall to your knees and see for yourself; Wanda was the only person you’d ever felt so inclined to worship. “You feel so good on my fingers, sweet thing. I wish you could feel how tight you’re squeezing them.”

The poor thing did her best to keep up, but you were so fast, so determined to watch her walls come down in the place she should be doing the exact opposite… The most she could do was moan out her pleasure, heavenly music to your ears. “Can I cum? I’m so close-!”

“Go on, I want to feel you.” Wanda finished with a cry, muffled into her arm, still too afraid to be loud no matter how alone you might be. She shivered and shook, thighs trapping your hand in place as she rode out her orgasm. Even from behind Wanda was a sight, long hair falling over her shoulders as she tossed, hands clamoring for purchase anywhere on the wall she’d never look at the same way again.

Satisfied with your work, thought she’d be done and more than ready to get out of here, but to your surprise, her hand grabbed your wrist before you could pull out. “What’s wrong, Wanda?”

“Nothing, it’s just..” Wanda couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but it’d be a terrible missed opportunity if she didn’t ask. Rubbing her backside against your front confirmed what she’d felt for a few seconds before, the telltale bulge in your pants providing Wanda the perfect setup to make one of her deepest fantasies a reality. She’d gone this far; what was a little more for the whole way. That’s what she kept repeating to validate this next want. “Do you think we could maybe, um..”

“Maybe what?” Her actions only gave you an inkling into what Wanda was hinting at, but surely she couldn’t be thinking what you thought she was.

When it came to risky scenarios, you were constantly on the propositioning end, finding creative ways to present your new ideas for Wanda’s approval. What you’d just gotten away with was a giant push of luck, never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine she’d ask for it. “The rules are you use your words. You have to say it.”

Of course you wouldn’t let her off easy, not when both of you were on the precipice of doing something so scandalous. She appreciated how dedicated you were to her enthusiastic consent, but if she thought about what she was asking too hard, she feared she might fizzle into nothingness. “I was thinking if you were up for it, we might go again?”

“Yeah? With my fingers?” You goaded her with a slow curl of your long digits, guiding her back until you could easily grind your clothed strap on against her, the sharpest squeak bubbling from Wanda’s chest. As you moved this time, you were slow, too slow, knowing as nice as it was, it wasn’t what she needed. Not when she remembered how mouthwateringly full she was a few days ago when you’d last had her in your lap.

“N-No,” Wanda shook her head, mousy and bashful. Her one advantage was facing away from you, fully aware she’d never have the courage to speak up that way unless you forced it out of her. “I meant with your strap…”

The words felt heavy on her tongue, as if someone else said them; anyone but the person she knew herself to be. But you heard them in her sweet, sheepish voice and something feral inside you snapped. You tore away from her unceremoniously, only for a second, just long enough to bend her a little farther, slapping Wanda’s ass once.

“Fuck, I wish I could keep you here all night, just to see what else I can get a naughty girl like you to tell me what they’ve been dreaming up.” Ignoring her shout, you ripped a hole in her stockings, tearing wide enough that you could play with her from behind, shallowly dipping your fingertips into the hole you’d so cruelly left empty.

“You’re all I want,” Neck straining over her shoulder to catch glimpses of you undoing your pants, Wanda’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the thick dildo set on your hips, only fluttering closed as you nestled the toy between her thighs, sliding it back and forth in an effort to wet it for Wanda’s comfort. Eager as you were, this one was bigger than she’d taken before and you’d never forgive yourself if you caused her any pain. “Hurry up before someone comes in..”

“Look at you, so impatient,” The tip teased Wanda awfully, drawing low moaned out pleas that were much too pretty to deprive yourself of so quickly. It wasn’t long until her wetness coated your strap, slick and ready for her as soon as you were ready to deliver. “Does my sweet girl want me to fill her up with my cock? Would that make you happy?”

“Mhm..so happy..” Something about being fucked left Wanda’s brain so.. empty, always coaxing her into a blissful relaxation. She supposed it had something to do with not only touch, but your words, sneakily dumbing her down until her only thoughts rested on you and when you’d give her what she waited for.

Being taken in church was an idea she only allowed to appear in her deepest dreams, shaming herself afterwards for even daring to create such a thought. If anyone was going to give it to her now, it had to be you and to her credit, you’d started this. But logistics were way too much for Wanda to think about presently and, in a mission to make this impromptu sex as good for her as it already was for you, clearing her of any fears was your highest priority. “All I want to do is make you happy, Wanda.”

She knew that was true from the very first time you’d told her, those words only ever given with the most sincere honesty. Combined with the gentle patterns you drew over the sensitive skin of her lower tummy, Wanda let herself be lulled, trusting you to take care of her in the vulnerable state she so loved to fall into.

“Spread your legs for me a little, just like that…” Everyone would be wondering where you were soon, Wanda’s father waiting on his Halloween candy delivery and Natasha for the drinks she asked you to get, but for this, for her? You’d say screw it all without hesitation to take your time and make this happen however she pictured. “Now beg. Confess to me, little church mouse.”

As you pushed the tip in and stopped, Wanda erupted into a fit of pitiful noises, fighting against your hold to feel that ever lusted after stretch, but you were stronger than her and wouldn’t budge. Being made to beg was equal parts hot and degrading; unfortunately you’d come to love to hear it, discovered it turned her on to do it, and now demanded it whenever the chance presented itself. “I need your cock, need you to fuck me.. please please!”

“There’s my good girl,” With one long push, you filled her completely, overwhelming the needy girl in all the best ways. You gave her just enough time to adjust, rutting into her tight pussy hard and fast as soon as possible. If she was wet before, Wanda was absolutely drenched now, making it all too easy to fuck into her as deep as you dared. “You look so pretty all fucked out, Wanda, begging to be fucked just outside of your dad’s office.. in a church, no less..”

“I.. I didn’t…” She truly hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, but she certainly hadn’t objected too heavily either, especially not to this. Each time your hips met Wanda thought she was done for, that coil in the pit of her stomach tighter than she could ever remember it being. Her entire body felt like a livewire, every touch you provided almost stinging. As soon as you found her neglected clit, Wanda was panting, chest heaving in the small, restricted space between her and the wall.

She devolved into an incoherent mess, pathetic and helpless noises echoing throughout the otherwise silent halls. In a selfish act, you covered Wanda’s mouth, cementing the impossible to ignore wet sounds coming from your girlfriend to memory. “Do you hear how wet you are for me, baby? I would’ve fucked you earlier if I knew you needed me this much.”

Your teasing was too much for Wanda to bear; your crude words, being forced to listen to how aroused she was. Part of her still chalked this up to some insanely vivid dream. The moment your fingertips slid past her lips Wanda was sucking on them, albeit sloppy and lazily, reflecting how little focus she had as your strap hit her at the perfect angle. She was losing it fast, muscles threatening to give out the closer her second orgasm came. “P-Please, can I-”

“Of course you can. Poor thing, you just need to cum so badly,” Wanda’s pulse raced under your lips, but you kissed her there so sweetly it nearly felt like a joke. Below, your hips moved at a torturous pace, quick and brutal in time with the circles you rubbed into her almost too sensitive bud. If you could just see her come apart one more time- “Cum for me, I’ve got you.”

Wanda’s jaw fell open, spit covered fingers giving her slight reprieve while she bucked and twisted wildly, only managing to stay upright with the help of your strong arms. Fucking her through it all quickly became more for your pleasure, bottoming out to let you grind your own clit against the back of the toy at the join of your hips, clinging to Wanda’s trembling form as you came with a groan into the back of her hair. “I would’ve helped…”

“Trust me, you did more than enough,” you mumbled, nibbling the shell of her ear as you caught your breath. You’d never given much thought to the joys of a joint orgasm until Wanda, finding something special in sharing your highs. Always one to prove how useful she could be, Wanda loved being allowed to touch you, to see how good she could make you feel before you reached your end, but this time she was in no state to do so nor did you need it; watching her was more than you would’ve ever asked for. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda wanted to say something back, couldn’t remember if she’d actually spoken out loud or not, but also couldn’t focus hard enough to think that deeply at the moment. She felt like she spent an eternity there, swimming in some cloud high above the church while your touches turned gentle, stroking over her hips and stomach until Wanda finally started to settle down.

Thankfully the church remained empty so you let her take her time, holding Wanda steady while you pulled out. Careful as you were, she still whimpered, body worn out and tired, “Shh, you’re okay, pretty girl.”

Turning around let Wanda slump against your front as you leaned into the wall, green eyes hazy and heavy. She drew you into an almost sleepy set of kisses, thanking you with sticky, lip gloss smudge marks along your jaw… until she remembered exactly where she was. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that.. We have to get out of here now!”

Fumbling terribly, your girlfriend snatched the fallen candy bags from the floor in one hand and your arm in the other, dragging you as fast as her strength would let her. “Be careful, Wanda, or you’ll trip!”

“I’m fine, just open the car!” She didn’t know if she should be mortified or terrified, praying to every power in the universe no one ever found out about this. Wanda’d never sped out of church in such a flurry, as if the quicker she moved, the longer she could escape the anxiety gaining on her.

Unfortunately for her, you had no such issues and her inner turmoil only made you laugh. “Don’t forget you liked it. I’m pretty sure you were the one begging loudest-”

“You made me!” To you, Wanda would deny her enjoyment for a while and she’d never think of doing it again, but as silence settled in the car and you turned your attention to the road, she struggled to keep still and not squirm too obviously as she replayed your Halloween havoc.

#if you saw this a few minutes ago no you didn't #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff smut #kinktober fics #maximotts kinktober #motts writes.

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smooth-perceval · 7 months

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Angsty lando pleaseeeeee

This is my first rq omg, sorry it was rushed I have like 7 drafts and I’m trying to clear them out 🥲🫶🏼❤️

Surrender

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader was only trying to console Lando, Lando throws a hissy fit- and some truths are spilled. The ‘argument’ being quickly extinguished.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, very annoyed reader+Lando, fluff ending

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 1,397

A/N: I cannot see Lando being mean- so it was kinda weird to write 😂 Sarcastic asf? Yes! Mean- it seems so odd but I hope I done okay ❤️

Wether Lando was annoyed or not- I shouldn’t have recieved the back end of it.

I only asked a simple “you okay?” And I got back. “Just leave me the fuck alone.” Before storming back over to the car hopping back in and out on track.

Debating wether to go back to the drivers room or stay - I finally decided that going back to the drivers room was my best option. I felt embarrassed- after 4 people asked me if I was okay, I felt to upset and awkward to be around them.

My face was Ferrari red- no joke, shuffling my way back to the drivers room, I sat in pure silence. Did I really say anything bad? Did I actually annoy him and it wasn’t the car? Questioning my intentions for the next 10 minutes or so is all I did. Before I came to the perfect idea and decided to just leave in general, go back to the hotel and dwell on it all there.

While I had the chance to run I did. Straight back to our hotel and straight into the shower, a day washed away once again. I made quick effort to change into a simple shorts pyjama set, lounging out on the small sofa they had in the room.

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My phone re-woke me. Grabbing ahold and answering, only to realise who it was when the angry voice spoke down the line.

“Where the hell are you?!”

“Back at the hotel?”

“I’ve looked everywhere for you! Nobody knew! You didn’t tell me!!” Rubbing my eyes, a yawn escaping me. I tutted at him climbing off the sofa and into the bed.

“I fell asleep and forgot to message sorry-”

“I’m nearly at the hotel.” And with that he hung up, here I anxiously sat. I get the annoyance but he was the reason I left in the first place.

Sighing I mentally prepared myself for the lecture I was about to withstand. And truthfully I couldn’t be asked for it.

“Y/N.” The door unlocked and he barged in.

“Seriously- what the hell is going on with you? I needed you at the pits today.” Frowning he stormed off into the bathroom.

“Errr- No, you told me to ‘leave you the fuck alone’ so I did.” Leaning over the bed I put my phone on charge.

“Just cause I said it, didn’t mean I meant it.” Tutting I hear him switch on the shower waiting around for it to warm up, he walked back out facing me.

“Wether you meant it or not Lando. I didn’t deserve it.”

“Well who else am I supposed to let my anger out on.” Throwing his hands up in the air like it’s the most problematic thing in his life at the moment.

“You can vent to me any day- you know that. But I won’t take rudeness.”

“I wasn’t fucking rude!” Shaking his head laughing to himself he went back into the bathroom slamming the door.

“There you go again. Just because your cars shit! Don’t take it out on me.” Laying back on the bed with a groan I stared up at the ceiling.

What a dick.

“My car is not shit-” glancing over at him now standing back outside the bathroom door, he looked so pissed off- but why is it okay for him to say stuff and not me.

“Did I touch a nerve?”

“What made you even bring that up? We wasn’t talking about that.”

“The whole reason for your sour mood is that car.”

“Can’t a guy just have a bad day.” Pulling his hoodie off throwing it on the floor.

“There’s a bad day and then a bad weekend. And you’ve been an asshole to me this whole weekend. If it’s not the car then what? Is it me?” Raising my eyebrows at him I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Your talking stupid again.” And once again he stormed into the bathroom, stripping down to his underwear.

“Then what is it?- I’m not a mind-reader Lando! I can’t help unless you tell me what’s pissed you off.”

“Your not listening! Nothing has pissed me off, fucking hell.” I could’ve got whiplash the amount of times he has stormed in and out that bathroom.

The hot and cold was pissing me off- and before I knew it, all the calmness washed away from me- and all the built up annoyance and anger reeled out.

“You are so frustrating- do you understand that.” Furrowing my brows I stood up, gesturing my hands in front of me.

“One minute it’s ‘can’t a guy have a bad day’ then it’s ‘I’m not pissed off’ or it’s ‘I needed you in the garage today’ but your not pissed off right? So why did you need me. Do you understand how fucking childish your being.” Chest rising and falling, we both stared at each other in silence.

“And while I’m getting everything off my chest for once- your car is shit! Man up and tell the team, don’t drive a shit car and then get annoyed at me for asking a simple question. I didn’t build the stupid car, I don’t drive it- I have no involvement!” Turning around grabbing a pillow off the bed I stomped towards the sofa. “Stupid fucking thing it is.” Mumbling to myself while shaking my head.

“Because I have human decency, I’ll sleep on the sofa. But don’t you dare speak to me unless your going to apologise for being a absolute prick.” Throwing the pillow down on the sofa, I went to the wardrobe pulling out the spare duvet, throwing that on the sofa also.

“What- why you sleeping on the sofa…”

“That doesn’t sound like an apology.” With a loud huff he disappeared once again.

When I turned around Lando had retreated back to the bathroom. It’s strange, lecturing someone tires you out, I flopped back onto the sofa, sighing to myself. Was I too harsh…? Yeah- maybe I should apologise…

Before I even thought about what to say I had dozed back off again, not even wanting to face Lando truthfully right now, I’ll only say more things I don’t mean.

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“Baby…” rocking me gently, I was woken from my slumber. It was pitch black, I just about made out Lando’s face.

“You awake…?” Even though it was just us two, he still whispered. Humming in response, I rolled over facing the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry…” pressing a delicate kiss to my shoulder, rubbing it gently, he then leant his head against my back. “I’m sorry for taking my anger out on you… your right about absolutely everything.” Followed by another soft kiss to my shoulder.

“Even about the car being shit??…” smiling to myself, I turned back over slowly, wrapping an arm around his neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“That’s the reason I’m so annoyed-” slowly he squeezed himself on the sofa, pulling me half on-top of him. “Your right- I should man up and tell them, not just keep allowing them to fuck up…” brushing my hand over his cheek, I laid my head on his shoulder listening to him vent.

“I just have had enough… I’ve had enough of feeling like a failure every race- because the cars so terrible…” sighing, he fiddled with my hand. “I love you- and that scares me…” smiling wide, I moved his head turning it towards me.

“You love me?”

“So fucking much.” Pulling him in slowly, I placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Your not a failure, your absolutely wonderful…” a small smile crept on his face at my compliment.

“Your going to tell them what you really think about that car, your also going to give it your all the rest of this season, because you don’t give up.”

“Your also going to start understanding, I’m on your side always… no matter what, I’m battling from your corner. Because I love you, always have and always will.”

Smiling at me, he pulled me down slowly brushing his lips against mine, “does this mean I get some lovin’?” Laughing, I smacked his chest climbing over him standing up.

“You really are lucky I love you.”

“I know I bless myself everyday.” Standing up he placed his hands on my waist kissing me again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Masterlist

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #imagine #lando x reader #lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader

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astrolynnworld · 4 months

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caught

pairing: dom!matt x reader

summary: while you’re in the shower, matt finds some hidden toys. how quick can he be before your roommate gets back?

warnings: smut! toy usage, watching you masturbate, aggressive sex, caught by roommate, praise/degradation, pet names.

word count: 1,792

i squeal as i stretch from the stale position of my nap

i look over at matt who’s on his phone playing pokémon go

“hey” i speak with rasp

“oh you’re up” he smiles at me, “dont forget that nai invited us to her house party later”

fuck i forgot. i kinda dont even really wanna go, it just feels like the type of day where you lay in bed and never get up

“do we have to go?” i ask with a frown

“come on babe, we don’t have to stay long but let’s at least show our face” he replies

“fine. let me start getting ready now” i say as i hop out the bed to the shower

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matt’s pov:

after i hear the shower water turn on, i get up and walk to y/n’s mirror to see how i look for this party

“i need to brush my hair” i say out loud

i look around to see if she has a brush lying around anywhere

nope.

i start checking some drawers just in case she likes to keep everything tucked away

i open the first drawer to a bunch of shirts and crop tops. “not here” i say aloud

the second drawer was just filled with all kinds of pants. “not this either” i say again

i opened her bottom drawer because maybe this would be where she kept all her beauty supplies

but i was wrong.

all I see is mass amounts of electrical toys. from vibrators to dildos to plugs.

i didn’t know my girlfriend was this much of a freak..

a million questions was running through my mind. how often would she use these? was i not doing the job? why wouldn’t she ask me to incorporate these into our sex lives?

i waited for her to get out the shower so she could do some explaining

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y/n’s pov:

i get out the shower, grab my towel and walk back into my bedroom.

when i open the door i see matt standing by my dressers with the bottom one open

fuck. i know he saw the freak show i have going on in there

“wanna explain?” matt exclaims, breaking the silent staring contest we had

“are you mad?” i ask, letting that be the deciding factor on what i say next

“no. i just wanna know why i never knew you were into stuff like that” he brews

“it’s not like a super big deal. i touch and play with myself when you’re not always around” i tell

he walks closer to me, “do you think of me when you do”

i look up at him and nod, i could tell that the idea of this was turning him on

“which one do you think about me the most with?” he asks dominantly

“the blue wand looking one” i say as i point to the drawer

he goes to grab it then brings it back to me, “show me how you would use it”

i freeze

“huh?” i ask

“show me. how you would use it.” he demands as he hands me vibrator

i take it out his hand and stare as he finds a seat at my desk ready to watch the show

i have never had someone watch me masturbate before but the idea didn’t necessarily turn me off

i walk back over to my dresser because im going to need a little help if im using the vibrator

i grab the pink dildo that sat at the top of the drawer and i make my way to the bed

i could tell matt was putting up a lot of resistance to not speak since he didn’t want to ruin the scene

i take off my towel and lay down flat on the bed, facing my body towards him allowing him a perfect view of my already wet pussy.

i turn on the vibrator and place it on my clit.

this wand had high sensational levels so the vibrations were strong

i start rubbing the vibrators in circles before taking the end of the dildo and tracing it against my hole

i can hear matt’s anticipated breaths fill this silent room

i start slowly trying to push the dildo in as i fail to mask my small moans

the toy was pressing against my walls at the perfect pressure

from my peripheral vision i could see matt starting to undo his pants and take his dick out into his hands

the idea of him watching me masturbate had always secretly been a fantasy of mine

i continue to let these thoughts of matt watching me flow through my head as i push the dildo deeper into me

i whimper as i feel the tip of the toy push all the way against my g spot

i continue to circle the wand around my clit as i use the dildo to pull out and push deep back inside of me

the stimulus of both these toys at the same time was always enough to set me loose

i try to fight being nosy but i couldn’t control my body movements

i start slowly grinding into the wand and toy more and more aggressively

i slightly raise my head again to check on matt and i see him stroking his dick with his foggy eyes and chest panting from breathing so hard

i put my head back down and start whimpering her name as i continue to grind into the toys

“matt oh my god” i gasp out

“please matt.”

“fuck matt you feel so good.”

“don’t stop matt.”

“nugh- matt please keep fucking me” i say on repeat

i didn’t even notice matt had gotten up from the chair until i felt his hands slowly trace up my spreaded legs

i slowly stop the grinding just to see what his plan of action is

he pulls the dildo out and tosses it to the side before sliding his own dick inside

“matt-“ i try to speak as he starts thrusting into me

“i can’t watch this anymore. i have to be the one to make you cum. i always want to be the one to make you cum” he speaks

“you’re so fucking hot and nasty. putting on that slutty show for me knowing how turned on you make me” he continues

i don’t speak. i just let the noises flow from my mouth as he pushes balls deep inside of me

he grabs the wand from my hand and spits on my pussy before putting it back on my clit and rubbing it in with the wand

“fuck your pussy is so pretty. i cant get enough of you”

i stare up at him with a fucked out expression as his dick continues to pound inside of me

he puts his other hand on my throat and bends down to start kissing me, slowly getting more sloppy.

“you’re mine okay princess? all mine.” he whispers into my mouth

“all yours” i repeat, choked out from his tight grip on my throat

he continues to thrust messily before stopping

“turn over” he echos

i flip over and lay on my stomach while arching my ass up

he slaps my ass, “so fucking sexy”

matt hands me back the vibrator so i can hold it against my own clit before sliding back into my drenched hole

“fuck you just get hotter and hotter” he says as i throw my ass back on him while the thrusts into me

the room filled with nothing more than echos of clapping sounds and moaning

matt starts pulling my hair, leaving me no choice but to tilt my head up

“look at how you sound under me. you’re so perfect for me baby, it’s like you were made for my cock” he says through gritted teeth

matthew doesn’t stop the slamming into me, making it so hard to speak. but i did find my words when i heard the front door open indicating that my roommate was back home

“ma- matt.. my room- roommate is ba- back. we need to be qu- quiet” i try to make out into a sentence

matt bends down into my back and aggressively holds my mouth as he continues to slowly thrust deep into me

i close my eyes and shudder at the stimulation that overtakes my g spit and clit

“y/n? are you ready for the party yet?” my roommate yells from the kitchen

i can’t even bother trying to function out a response to her because i knew it would give away the scene behind my room door right now

it also didn’t help that matt was starting to whisper in my ear about how slutty and nasty i am

i went fuzzy over all the stimulation, i wouldn’t even be able to conjure up a sentence if i wanted too

i just hope she doesn’t walk in here because lord knows how i would be able to explain this to her later.

matt starts whispering in my ear about how good i feel and how bad he wants to cum

my pussy starts to tighten at the incoming orgasm that we’re about to share

“baby you’re clenching around me so tight.. i’m gonna-“

the door swings open, “y/-“ she stops as she realizes the scene in front of her

i clench around matt’s cock and let orgasm out as he continues to thrust and meet my orgasm halfway

she looks horrified, i feel terrible

“fuck. i’m sorry” she says before quickly walking back out

i can’t even focus on what just happened, i continue to fuck back into matt’s cock and ride out my high as he does the same

after a few seconds of deep breaths and calming down, i fully realize what had just happened

“matt oh my god. that’s so embarrassing” i snicker out of humiliation

he pulls out and flips me over so he can get a better look at me

“to be fair we should of locked the door” he laughs back

“I DIDNT KNOW SHE WOULD COME BACK THAT QUICK!!” i say while covering my face in embarrassment

“god it’s probably gonna be soo awkward now.” i continue

“orrr.. this could make you closer!” matt says

“you’re just saying shit” i laugh

“yeah! cause the world isn’t going to stop because your roommate saw me fucking you into oblivion” he continues

i stare at him in silence

“i mean.. i was putting shit DOWN. and now she knows how you really get”

“you’re actually no help.” i say with a fake frown trying to hold back my laugh

he smiles, “whatever. let’s finish getting ready so we can go to this party”

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a/n- thank you guys so much for 500 followers 🥹🥹 i literally started this account 11 days ago!! love you guys so much

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azrielslightintheshadows · 5 months

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Could you possibly do a fluffy Rhys x reader where reader has always been kinda independent and has never really experienced someone wanting to help take care of them and spoil them until Rhys came along?

Let me take care of you.

Rhysand x f!Reader.

Warnings; swearing.

Masterlist.

I hope this is how you imagined this!

Growing up as the middle child of your family you had no choice but do anything alone. Your father was always spending time with your older sister, caring for her and making sure that she had everything she wished for. Your mother on the other hand was always babying your younger sister. When you were eight years old you learned how to make snacks when you got hungry, how to make your bed and how to wash your clothes. You always played with your older sister's damaged toys and wore her old clothes since your parents never bothered to buy new ones for you. It wasn’t that they didn’t have the money, when your younger sister was born your mother filled her room with several toys and clothes. As you grew up you started working at a bookstore and after a while you managed to save enough money to move to your own place. Your parents never tried to get in touch with you and even though it hurt, you continued your life like they never existed.

One evening as you were closing the bookstore a handsome male approached you. He was dressed casually but you could still see how elegant he was even in his loose clothes. “Excuse me do you know where the store owner is?” his deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You looked at him and almost gasped when you noticed his violet eyes. The High Lord.

“Uhm probably at his house.” You replied.

“Oh, did he say something about a book? He told me to come today to pick it up.” He spoke.

“No he didn’t mention it.” You started unlocking again “Come in maybe he left it somewhere.”

He nodded and followed you inside. “Thank you for doing this.”

“No problem” you smiled and checked the counter and the drawers.

“What’s the title of the book?” you shouted from under the counter.

“Beasts of Prythian” he answered, and your breath hitched.

“No its not here. Maybe he forgot?” you said softly “I can write it down and ask him again tomorrow.” “Oh okay. Thank you” he smiled and as you stared at his sharp face and those violet eyes that shined under the light of the stars the bond snapped.

That was how you met your mate, the High Lord of the Night Court -Rhysand.

He came the next day and asked you on a date and now a year later you are packing your things to move in his house.

You glanced at your apartment for one last time thinking about the life you are leaving behind and how much Rhysand changed it.

On your first date he appeared at your door with a bouquet of red roses making your heart skip a beat. No one had ever gifted you something and you had to use most of your power to hold back the tears of happiness.

“This is for me?” you had asked softly.

“Well I’m not planning to take someone else on a date and even though I’m amazing I don’t usually buy myself flowers” he had rolled his eyes with a playful smirk.

“You arrogant High Lord” you had snorted.

He took you to a nice restaurant and when the waitress guided you to the table, he pulled a chair back and waited for you to sit. You hadn’t realized that he was waiting for you, so you pulled the chair across him and sat down. He stared at you, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh you pulled the chair for me?” you had asked him.

“Its okay” he had replied with a tight smile.

“I can get up and come sit there if you want.” You mumbled scared that you offended him. “No no its fine I’ll just sit here.”

That night he escorted you back home and left.

Your thoughts kept running to the times he did something like that.

When he came to your house with a bottle of wine, and you spent the night cooking and talking. He kept insisting to help you make dinner and afterwards he made the dessert alone, making your heart swell as he offered you a plate with a feline smile.

When he found out you were having nightmares and asked Madja to make a tea that would help you sleep peacefully. You had looked at him like he had grown a second head when he gave it to you.

When he bought you a gown for solstice after he invited you to meet his family. You had offered to repay him, but he shook his head.

“Let me spoil you my love” he had said, and tears streamed down your face.

The next day you used your savings to buy him a nice quill.

“So you will think about me when you work.” You had said and he chuckled.

“I always think about you.”

Rhysand practically gave you everything you wanted, if you stared at an item for more than five seconds the next day he would come to your house and give it to you.

At some point you felt so bad, like you were using him, so you stopped looking at the store windows. Even then Rhysand would get you the most amazing stuff.

“I saw it and I immediately thought of you.”

“Oh come on this screams y/n”

“I dreamed of you in this, you will look amazing. I can’t imagine another female wearing it.”

“This was made for you”.

And always you would furrow your eyebrows.

“Rhys you’re spending all your money on me. I don’t need more clothes or at this point anything.”

“Let me take care of you.”

You gave up and bought a second closet because your old one was full.

It wasn’t only the things he bought you though. Rhysand could always understand your mood. If you were happy, he would immediately take you to Rita’s or for a stroll in the city. Sometimes he would even arrange game nights with his family.

If you were sad though he would make you dinner and spend the day cuddling you, and telling you that everything is going to be alright.

One day one of your coworkers was being rude to you. You had decided to ignore him until your shift ended and then put him in his place. Rhysand came to pick you up and overheard you coworker saying. “Being the High Lord’s whore doesn’t make you better than us.” You had opened your mouth to tell him off when he knelt in pain, holding his head with both his hands and crying. Rhys strolled in with his hands in his pocket and a cold expression.

“Say that again” he had growled.

Your coworker couldn’t speak.

“Rhys its okay I can handle this” you had said.

“No!” he snarled “say that again”.

When he didn’t reply Rhysand crushed his memories and pulled you out of the store.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles Rhys. I’ve been doing it my whole life.” You had screamed.

“This means nothing. It’s finally time for someone else to take care of you. Your parents may have been useless but I’m not! You’re my fucking Queen.” He had screamed back, his dark power trembling the whole city.

That night you cried in his arms, letting all the trauma out and accepting the new life he was offering you.

“Ready?” your mate asked as he hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I think so.” You sighed and stared at the open door of your apartment from the outside.

“Let’s go then.” He said and closed your door. You smiled thinking how fitting it was for him to close the door of your past life.

“I love you” you softly said.

“I love you too.” He replied and grabbed your bags.

Hope you enjoyed this!

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weixuldo · 9 months

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Linecook Anakin HCs pt 2

pt one

HELLO once again i am back with more ani hcs… i have a multitude of ideas like a never ending flow so if u all want more lmk :)

warnings: cursing, ani is a typical horny young adult, smoking; weed, cut?

Sometimes he wears a black bandana to hold his hair back and…. Fuck, its hot

Wears a black hat sometimes too

One time he forgot to bring something to pull his hair back so he embarrassingly had to use someone’s neon scrunchie- he was not thrilled

The type of guy to douse himself in cologne before shift so he smells “good” for longer (plus he thinks you'll like it)

He definitely looks on the schedule app to see what day’s you’re working

Happily surprised when he sees you walk into the kitchen when he knew you weren’t scheduled.

Walks up to you when you’re clocking in; tosses his rag over his shoulder and leans up against the wall beside you.

“Hey beautiful, I didn’t think you were scheduled”

“Nah, I picked up Hera’s shift, wanted some extra money”

He clicked his tongue and smiled, “Ahh, I think you just missed me, you could have just texted me princess”

“In your dreams Skywalker”

Lots of “fuck’s” and “goddamn’s” when he accidently burns himself on the grill or oven.

When he cuts himself while preparing the meat or veggies, make sure to clean it out and put a brightly colored bandaid (he keeps them in his pockets) on it… mostly because he wants you to notice he injured himself.

“What happened Anakin?”

“Oh, nothing- I just was cutting too quick- it kinda hurts tho…wanna kiss it better for me?” he comments with a smirk

“Ughhh, I guess” you roll your eyes and indulge him.

He gets pissy when the other waitresses aren't running the food in the window because it backs up his workspace and he cant put out new orders

“Hands to the front!” he yells, as he checks the screen for the incoming orders

No one answers, he looks around and sees the waitress doing side work and getting drinks, but not running his food. what the fuck?!

A part of him is frustrated that you aren’t backing him up, but then he realizes you're not even in the kitchen.

You walk in and see the window is still full; “Guys! Can I get some hands to the window?! I can’t run all of your food plus mine and serve my tables all at the same time” you say loudly.

You stand by the window handing the plates to the new line of waitresses who are now ready to work so they don’t get yelled at later

“Alright, let's get these out quick! I know its rush but Anakin cant put up the new orders if these don't go out”

He smiled to himself, you’re not only helping him out, but you also care about him being able to do his work too.

Once everything is out and things have calmed down he thanks you

“I appreciate it, princess”

“No worries, I was just sick of running everyone’s shit by myself” you sigh

“You’re doin great” he smiles

One time you were on vacation for two weeks and he thought he would die

He flirted with other waitresses but it wasn't the same

The day you came back to work he was surprised to see you- he had forgotten to check who was working

“Hey y/n!”

His ears perk up at your co-worker’s sing-songy voice.

“Hey Rose” you reply.

You walk into the kitchen; your skin has a noticeable beach tan and he can see a small hit of your bikini line by your collarbone (and ofc that goes straight to his dick- good thing he’s wearing an apron)

“Hey Ani” you say, walking past the kitchen to put your purse in the back.

“Hey beautiful”

Throughout the shift he can't help but watch you breeze through the kitchen like you never left.

Your radiant smile enchants him, making it hard for him to concentrate on the orders coming in.

Definitely curses out new cooks when they mess up too much during rush

Anakin hates when the manager assigns him trainees- he doesn’t wanna come to work and have some idiot mess up his flow by following him all over creation

He gets this new guy and already doesn’t like him because he’s way too talkative

When the new guy finally starts on his own, he starts trying to get the know the waitresses: He talks about this TV show with Hera, exchanges jokes with Rose, banters with Ahsoka, but he doesn’t really talk to you; not that you care, work is for work- you don’t need to make friends with everyone.

Deep down Anakin is kind of glad he doesn’t try to talk to you (he gets a weird vibe from the new guy)

On 4/20 he brought a bong and all of the cooks and him hit it in the back before shift.

Everyone thought it was gonna be a disaster, but surprisingly all the cooks were more on top of orders than usual; half of them got really focused on getting stuff right, others just relaxed, and then there was the few who thought everything was hilarious

The restroom is in the front house where the guests sit, so when the cooks need a break they have to walk through the restaurant.

Sometimes you’ll see anakin come from the back; apron off, messy hair, and his cleaning rag looped on his belt.

But what you also see is a multitude of customers watching hungrily as he walks by.

For some reason that stirs something in you… annoyance? Or maybe it's jealousy?

He really is too hot to be working in the back of a restaurant- his face alone would make much more doing something more appearance based.

But what you don’t know is that he thinks the same exact thing about you.

Anakin walks back in from a smoke break and hears the “new” guy talking about a certain waitress he seems to like.

“Yea, y/n? she’s bangin’, like fine af. Y’all don’t understand how hard imma hit that when I get the chance”

Anakin’s eye twitches at the disrespectful description of your body and who tf did this guy think he was? There’s no way you’d even entertain him.

He’s two steps away from taking this guy out back and kicking his ass.

“Woah, woah man. That might not be the best idea” Rex, another cook, says.

“Yea, dude. Y/n is basically Skywalker’s girl… and I wouldn’t wanna mess with him when it comes to her” Cody offers.

Anakin saunters from around the corner, acting like he wasn't listening and the conversation subsides.

Later walks up to the new guy and grips his shoulder uncomfortably hard; “Yea, the guys are right- I would advise you stay away from y/n and I swear- If I ever hear you making crude comments about her again- you’ll be meeting me out back”

Anakin pats his back and continues on- safe to say he never talks about you again

Scrolls on dating apps that he never actually utilizes when he gets home from a closing shift and finds you- he sits up and focus on all of his attention on your profile

Suddenly bro’s a super spy because he’s analyzing everything- your bio, your likes, what you're looking for, your preferences, your music taste.

He taps through your pics and his eyes widen as he sees you in clothes other than just work ones… and maker- you are gorgeous.

His sweatpants feel a little tighter as he scans over a pic of you from your beach vacation- he recognizes the bikini by the tan he saw in you earlier in the month.

His hands tremble just a little as he decides if he should swipe right or just let it go.

In a moment of bravery he swipes right- now he’ll show up in your feed to judge-

“Match”

What?

The screen flashes pink and the words “match” are plastered across the top

That means that you saw his profile first and swiped right… what does this mean for work tmr??

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1ovede1uxe · 4 months

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01. new party member ┊ ┊⋆ beyond the stars

tw// very brief mention of weapons (pistol)

After the battle with Steely Dan, the crusaders all went to a dinner out. You followed them throughout the day, it was hard to watch honestly. You weren’t close with Steely Dan but it’s hard to watch someone you spent your time around getting beat up by some high schooler. After they were seated in the restaurant, you snuck in through the side entrance and sat at a table adjacent to them. You glance at Joseph, then Kakyoin, then Polnareff, and you land on Jotaro and space out.

What can I do to get their attention and keep it without provoking a fight?

You notice the window shining light on the back of Polnareff’s and Jotaro’s heads. You look around to see if one of your colleagues were around. This was about to be embarrassing. Already been wearing solid black, you looked like an employee at the restaurant. Confidently, you approach the table.

“Hello my good sirs, some entertainment before your meal?” You say with a bow. Joseph grumbles a “wha” and looks awkwardly to Jotaro. You use your stand to summon a coin behind Jotaro’s ear quickly. “Eh?” You say, pretending to hope for their approval for a false magic act.

God this hurts me so deeply.

“Ooh! Do it again, I want to see how you do it.” Polnareff says with glee. He’s so easily entertained. Kakyoin looks at him with an eyebrow raise and a glare from jotaro. “What?” You chuckle at their reactions.

Let’s take it up a notch.

“It’s just the” You materialize a deck of cards behind Polnareff’s ridiculous hairdo. “slight of hand.” He stares with an amused smile. “How’s a pretty girl like you do a dumb trick like that anyways?” He attempts to flirt. “Oh, a dumb trick?” You say with a mocking, yet cocky tone. “Shall I continue?” You shuffle the cards in your hands. Joseph looks at you with a stern look. You can tell he’s readying himself for any potential threat. “Thank you, but there is no need.”

“Ah I see.” You deal a card to each member at the table. The sun’s beams shine perfectly on the table. The cards shift to each member’s corresponding tarot card (An empty seat in front of you with the Magician, Jotaro with the Star, Kakyoin with the Heirophant, etc.) . “You’ve recently lacked a magician among your ranks.”

I hope I didn’t strike a nerve over Avdol, I kinda forgot Hol’s shot was fatal.

For the first time since your arrival, Jotaro doesn’t look entirely bored. You notice Heirophant slowly slither by your ankle. For security reasons, obviously. “Hey. What’s your deal lady?” Joseph questions you. “Woah, I’m not looking for a fight. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is (y/n). My stand is Fly by Day. It utilizes light to create objects and also in some cases, like I showed you, light illusions. Basically, I saw you beat the crap out of Steely Dan today and if I’m correct he’s one of Dio’s cohorts? Dio kidnapped my mother a while back, I haven’t seen her since. I don’t know her fate and honestly, I’m scared to know. I assume you’re working to stop his forces right? So I want in. He’ll pay for what he’s done.”

It’s not technically a lie. I hate him for whatever he may have done to my mom. He did in fact kidnap her. I have not seen her since. Not sure about the paying for what he’s done.

“And what do you bring to the table?” Jotaro questions in an unamused tone.

“Whatever you might need.” You create a small pistol and a bottle of water one after the other in your hands and set them on the table. You then create and set an American fifty dollar bill down (your home currency, something you’re very familiar with) which you slide toward Joseph. He inspects it for counterfeit. “Mr. Joestar, with all due respect, can we bring a girl on our trip?” Polnareff questions. “Well, her stand would be practical, we do a lot of daytime travel, which would grant her time to create a lot of things, and you wouldn’t have to buy cameras anymore, Mr. Joestar.” Kakyoin glances at you with a small smile. You offer one back.

If I make it out alive and he doesn’t I’m gonna kill Dio, he actually seems nice.

Joseph pockets the 50 and says “Eh, what the hell, welcome to the group!” You take a seat as the cards vanish. Conveniently timed, the waiters come and serve dinner.

little bonus!!

We did it gang, Chapter 1 is officially up!! I’m actually quite satisfied with it! As always, comments and feedback are always appreciated! taglist is open by request!

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#jjba #beyond the stars #smau #JJBA smau #jojos bizarre adventure #kakyoin noriaki x reader #Kakyoin x reader #jotaro kujo #joseph joestar #jjba headcanons #stardust crusaders #noriaki kakyoin #jojo joseph

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rrenzwrld · 11 months

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mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe

in which connie is a famous basketball player who has a secret baby with his best friend

part one of part five! had to split it up because it was getting kinda long but i hope you enjoy! <3 read part four here

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The next day, I was really appreciating Layla for staying over because she was able to help take care of Celest while I was as work. When I got home and got settled in, my brother Trent came over. Trent was my older brother by four years but we were so close. Ever since I was young, he was my protector. Since he and his girlfriend have an apartment close to where I live, he makes his way over to see Celest and I almost everyday.

“Hey~” I tried to greet him as I let him in but he pushed me out the way

“Move, bitch!” and made a quick beeline over to his niece, who was sitting playing with dolls on the floor with Layla. I giggled to myself as I shut the door behind him. Trent loved Celest and I didn’t know if it was because she’s his first niece or because of the story behind why she’s here.

“CeeCee~” He cooed as he started to pluck her from the floor until Layla stopped him

“Aht! Put my baby down.” He looked down at her like she said something crazy.

“The fuck you talkin bout? This my baby.” He tickled her all over her tiny body, which sent her into fits of laughter.

“Oh I’ll be damned.” Layla stands up and reached for Celest and Trent turned away. They did this everytime they were at my house at the same time. Celest didn’t seem to mind because as long as she was entertained, she was satisfied.

My phone started to ring which caused Trent and Layla to stop their playful bickering and looked my way.

“Who is it?” Layla whispered as if I answered the phone already. The both of them walked up to me, surrounding me and the phone I had in my hands that was ringing with Connie’s contact.

“Connie?” Trent was visibly confused so that’s when I forgot to tell him all about meeting Connie again again yesterday. “The hell?” He whispered more to himself than to me.

“Don’t cuss in front of my baby— Hello?” I waved the both of them off and walked into another room.

“Hey, Chy’anne. How are you today?”

“Uh.. I’m doing pretty good. I forgot you had my number.”

“Yeah, I was scared to call you lowkey. Didn’t know if you were busy or anything.” I could hear the hint of nerves in his voice but I wondered why. I was definitely more nervous than he was. It’s been 2 years since I’ve talked to this man at all let alone over the phone and what I was hiding still twisted my insides.

“No.. no, I’m not busy. I just got off work not too long ago.”

“Oh? Where you work at?” I wondered where this conversation was going if it was going anywhere at all.

“At a design company..” I trailed.

“Cool cool, that’s wassup. Hey listen, I hope this isn’t like, last minute for you or anything but I was tryin to see if you wanted to come out with me for dinner later,” My heart dropped to my chest. This was the last thing I imagined happening so quickly. I looked back into the living room from where I was to see Layla and Trent on the floor with Celest, feeding her Cheetos. “I understand if you say no because of your daughter and everything but you can bring her, I don’t mind it or anything.”

“Um.. sure! Sure, that’s fine. What did you have in mind?”

“The, uh.. Mexican restaurant down the street from the mall.”

I nodded as if he could see me. “Alright, yeah. Yeah, that’s fine. What time?”

“Damn, um.. is 7 good?”

“7 is great! See you then.” I hung up so goddamn fast, I didn’t even know if he said anything else.

As soon as I was finished, I came and sat down on the couch in the living room with Trent, Layla, and Celest.

“Soooo what he want?”

“He wants to take me and Celest out to dinner tonight.” Layla did all the squealing for me. It was if she was more excited than I was.

“See? He still like you girl!”

“What the fuck is goin on? You talkin to Connie again? You ain’t speak to that nigga in 2 years.” Trent laughed.

I rolled my eyes. “I know, but—“

“We went to the Titan’s game yesterday and they talked and everything!”

“Oh shit, I forgot he went pro…” I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t even want to remember because the year he got drafted I found out I was pregnant with Celest. I couldn’t even bring myself to watch the draft on tv with everyone else when it happened.

“Yeah…”

“He pickin you up??” I didn’t stick around on the phone long enough to ask.

I shrugged as I looked at my nails. “I don’t know.”

“Shit he better be pickin y’all up. He the one that invited you out.” Trent did have a point. Him being the most honest sibling I had was useful.

“C’mere, baby,” Layla held onto Celest’s little hand as they stood up. “We gonna go take a bath. You goin out with daddy~” Trent and I glanced at each other as we watched them walk down the hall.

“You didn’t tell him, did you?”

I looked down in shame. I really did not need anyone else telling me how bad of a person I am.

“You know you got to now, right?” I nodded. “But if that nigga on some crazy shit, I gotchu alright?” He held his hand out so I could dap him up.

“Thank you, T.”

After Trent and Layla helped Celest and I get ready, I texted Connie the address and within minutes he said he was on his way. I assumed that he was probably already in the area.

“You ready~” Layla teased as Celest sat in her lap happily.

“No.” I was being honest. My heart was jumping out my chest and the fact that I was dressed all nice for a dude that was supposed to be my baby daddy but he didn’t know that he was my baby daddy was making me feel worse.

“Well, you best get ready.” I was the only one nervous in this situation. Celest played happily not even really aware of what’s going on and all Connie knew was that he was gonna pick up his estranged best friend and her cute lil daughter.

“Bitch you didn’t even do my baby’s hair!” I noticed that Celest’s hair was all over the place and needed to be brushed at least. I went to the bathroom to get hair products and stuff to start brushing up Celest’s hair into two small braided buns.

“Girl,” Layla laughed at my anxiety. “You runnin around like a chicken with your head cut off for what? A man who don’t even know who—“ There was a knock on the door.

“Can you get that for me, T?” I finished Celest’s hair just in time. “All done!” Celest jumped out my lap as she copied the phrase all cutely. Trent opened the door and Connie was there in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. But they weren’t fancy dinner type flowers, they gave off the simple floral collage vibe with lightly colored daisies, roses, and sunflowers. It was beautiful.

As the guys do, Connie and Trent had their little reunion but I didn’t mind because they really hadn’t seen each other in a while and that was my fault.

“Aww, he bought you flowers!” Layla exclaimed excitedly, which made Celeste jump up in excitement too.

“For the pretty girls.” He smiled as he handed the beautiful bouquet to me. Being a celebrity and all, I thought he’d be dressed down in a suit with blinged out jewelry to show off but he was dressed casually but you knew he was taking things seriously.

“C, you wanna say hello?” By this time, she was clung to my leg because she wasn’t familiar with the man in front of her.

“Hey pretty girl!” Connie kneeled down so he could talk to her properly. “I’m Connie, what’s your name?” Layla, Trent, and I were looking at each other because the two of them was completely unknown to the circumstance. Celest answered his question the best way she could

“I’m a pretty girl, why didn’t I get any flowers? I’m sure you have enough NBA money to go around.”

“Layla shut up and let them have their moment.”

“You got her car seat and stuff?” I nodded before going to Celest’s room and bringing her carseat to the front. Luckily I thought to clean it yesterday. Trent had already brought her diaper bag full of everything else. “I gotchu.” Connie took the carseat from my hands and was taking it to the car. Celest and I said our goodbyes as we walked outside.

“Have fun, girlie!”

“Y’all lock up before you leave.” Trent and Layla were the only people I trusted with a key to my house. But with that, we were on our way.

#aot #aot x reader #black reader #aot x black reader #connie springer #aot connie #connie springer x black oc #connie springer x black y/n #connie springer x oc #basketball au #connie x y/n

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callme-littlesunshine · 10 months

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Roses for you

I got inspired by the picture where Sodo hast he roses in his hands. So I thought, why not making something cute out of it.

Sodo x reader

The last time I saw him was when he was leaving fort he Tour. I missed him, I mean he called,

always when the time was there. Even when the time was different between us. We always found time to talk. I missed him dearly. He never showed it but I saw it in his eyes, or heard it in his voice. He also missed me.

We were together for a long time now, almost two years, the time I arrived at the Ministry. Sister

Imperotor was not fond o f it form e to join, i don’t know why but she didn’t allow it. It was fine the first few weeks but when time passed, it was harder form e to fall alseep. I slept in his room so I could predent he was here, it worked for

a few nights but after that it was harder than before.

I want him back here, here with me. I missed his warmth, his fell of wood and cinamon. Right

now I was talking to Alpha, he was always here form me, when I needed someone to talk when Sodo was not here Alpha was a former Ghost Member, Alpha knew Sodo so it was easy to talkt o someone.

„You know, Sodo has changed aound you, you know that?“ I looked at him after hearing those

words. „He did? He is always this way when he is with me“ I smiled playing with my hair. „I never knew he could be gentle“ grinned the former lead guitarist. Everybody warned me about the little gremlin named Sodo but I wanted to see it myself. I never judged him, I wanted to get to know him. Well from get to know him, our

love for each other was born. I was glad that I was not listening tot he others.

„I really miss him Alpha I hope he returns soon“ I sighed while sitting back, my back leaning against the wall in front oft he Church. Since a few weeks, I was waiting in front, hoping Sodo will arrive sooner or later. I knew he would call me when they left their last concert but I wanted to wait in front when he forgot. I knew how stressful this can be. Alpha told me so much about it. Sometimes Alpha joined me, bringing Omega and Mist with him. I like them, even Terzo joined one time, he was flirting with me. But I knew he was kinda scared of Sodo, so he

would do it when he is not around. Sodo almost chopped of his head for flirting with me in front of him. It was kinda funny but I felt guilty for it. It wasn’t even my fault but well, he never did it in front of him. Sometimes he tried to

flirt with me but I never paid attention to it.

A few days later I was in front again, this time alone with my thoughts. Today was Friday,

Wednesday was the last time Sodo and I was talking. I missed his voice. Did something happen to him? Is he returning? I hope he is okay. I grabbed my phone, writing him fort he 10th time today, hoping he would answer me. I leaned

my head back, closing my eyes. The sun was hot on my skin but I didn’t care. I felt tired, I slept horrible I would sleep everywhere.

I wasn’t aware oft he fact that I was sleeping. Half an hour later, I heard I heard an engine,

opening my eyes only fort he sun to blend my vision. I raised my hand in front of my eyes to turn out the sun. Thats when I saw the tour bus. Tour bus..? Ghost… Sodo! He was coming back. I jumped up to stand only to almos fall but steading myself before crashing.

When the bus came to an stop, the door opened and everyone came out. Coming up to me, to greet me with hugs. I missed them. They left quickly but one person was missing. My

little fire ghoul. Where is he?... I felt my heart sink at the thought that he wasn’t with them. I was ready to leave my spot with a broken heart, but then I heard his voice. „My beloved where are you going?“ I turned around, only to see Sodo with rosed in his hands, smiling. My heart melted away at this sight. He is here. „You’re back“ While whispering this words I made my way to him hugging him tight. Letting my tears fall. I missed him so much and finally he is back by my side. Next time I will join him, I don’t care what Sister Imperator is telling us, I want tob e near him, I need him and he needs me. „I’ve something for you darling“ After he let go of me, he gave me the roses in his hands. „Sorry

for not calling or answering, I wanted to surprise you, I hope it worked.“ He smiled. Looking at the roses I nodded, eyes filled with love after looking up. „It definitely did“ it was. I never felt so much love like right now. He never brought me roses. This means more than everything else to me. It says so much.

„Thank you my fire ghoul“ with that I got on my tip toes, kissing his lips without a care in

the world. He is finally back now.

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peterdarlingg · 1 year

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I Don’t feel so good

paring: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Working all day has got you exhausted and Tom has to help take care of you.

Warnings: mentions of a bit of nausea, dizziness, a bit of angst and eating habits? Bad editing,typos probably (Let me know if I missed anything)

A/n: posting another fic? How’d that happen? Anyway this idea kinda just came to me and I made myself sit down and finish it. It’s sort of from my own personal experiences so…that’s that. Gif by @manny-jacinto I hope you enjoy and let me know how it is. 🩷

You’d just finished work and exhausted didn’t do justice to how you were feeling.

It was a Saturday but your boss had insisted on extra tasks that needed to be done and delivered on Saturday night.

So even though it was a weekend, it didn’t feel like it to you.

Tom had been out the whole day because he had plans with the boys. He had been planning it for a while because he has been so busy, but he felt horrible leaving you in the morning.

You told him that you had a lot of work to do anyway so it would be better for him to go out with his friends and have fun.

He complied but still felt guilty.

So come sunset, you were done but oh how tired you were.

Tom had called you about 30 minutes ago and told you he’s on his way home, so you guessed that he’s probably going to arrive any second now.

When Tom walked in he wasn’t expecting to see you in the kitchen, moving so slow that he was a bit concerned. You were making- or attempting to make a sandwich it looked like. But your movements looked slow and sluggish.

When you heard the apartment door close you knew it was Tom but didn’t have the energy to say hello. That’s how bad it was.

You felt like you were moving in slow motion and you couldn’t hold you head up anymore.

“Y/n hi, I’m home.” Tom said walking to you cautiously.

“Hm,” you hummed unable to form words.

“Hey are you okay?” He asked you putting a hand in your back to steady you when you swayed a bit.

“I’m okay,” your words slurring a bit.

Tom was beyond worried now. Looking at you he saw your face white as a sheet and sweat was dripping down your forehead.

Then it clicked into his mind.

“Baby have you eaten today?”

“…no,” you whispered.

“I knew it, dammit y/n” he thought.

You had a bad habit of not eating when you were stressed or simply had a lot of work to do. You just simply forgot to take care of yourself when you get this pressured.

It’s the simplest of tasks like drinking water or having breakfast that you neglected at times like these.

“Sweetheart nothing?” He asked worriedly, looking into your eyes that were dropping down.

You shook your head before mumbling “I don’t feel good,” your knees starting to give out.

Tom carried you to the couch to get you to sit down.

“It’s okay baby, we just need to get you something to eat okay, then you’ll feel much better.” He caressed the side your face before kissing your temple gently.

Just as be was leaning back to go get you some food and water you came forward and held his arm hard.

“No, don’t leave me,”’ you whined.

“I wasn’t going to love, I was just gonna get you food so you can feel better,” he explained you, intertwining your fingers with his and caressing his thumb on your knuckles before giving it a gentle kiss.

“No, don’t leave, I don’t feel good,”

“I know love, that’s why you need food right now your body needs food to have energy.”

“I’m hot,” you whispered, not hearing him as you tugged at your hoodie that you were swearing through, feeling faint.

Breathing heavily you tugged at your hoodie taking you arms out and taking it over your head then chucking it behind you somewhere.

“Love, it’s okay, you’re okay,” he held either side of your face and found you hair tie on the coffee table,taking it putting your hair up in a messy bun.

“I’ll be right back okay?” He said as he got up.

“No…” you whispered getting up shakily to get him to stay. But you swayed and almost fell over. “Y/n, Y/n,” Tom caught you and set you down on the couch,”

“No, I wanna lay down,” you told him as you pushed his hands away, putting your head on the couch pillow and closing your eyes.

“No, love, love you need to sit up,” he said trying to get you to regain a bit of consciousness.

“No, want to sleep, don’t feel good,”

Tom sighed and went jogged to the kitchen to get you some food and water quick as you were actually fainting now.

“Okay here love,” he grabbed your waist and to lift you up and supported your neck with his other hand to get you to sit up.

“Mmhmm,” you mumbled tiredly.

“I know love, I know,” he cooed.

“Here lovie, drink,” he held the water bottle to your lips to drink but you turned your head.

“Baby, you need to drink something,” he insisted.

“Uh uh,” you shook your head as much as you could. “Lovie I know you don’t feel good but it’ll help,” he encouraged.

He started to panic as you weren’t letting him help you and you were deteriorating, face pale and sweaty.

“I feel nauseous, can’t drink,”

“Baby, I know, it will go away if you drink come on,” he put the bottle to your lips again and this time you compiled, taking a sip then pulling away shaking your head.

“Come on love, few more sips,” he encouraged you.

He helped you drink again holding the water bottle to you mouth as you couldn’t move your arms that were draped next to you.

“There you go lovie, you got this,” he smiled.

He grabbed the sandwich he finished for you and held it out for you to take.

But once again you just shook your head because no way you were going to eat a sandwich feeling nauseous.

“Darling-“

“No I can’t please don’t make me,” you cried out, eyes tearing up.

Tom was quick to set the plate down and sit next to you taking you into his arms, holding you.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he cooed.

“You’re alright darling,” he kissed your hair and kept his mouth there.

Rubbing up and down your arms to calm you down. You were so out of it that you started to cry from how awful you felt.

“I’ll never not eat ever again,” you thought to yourself.

“Do you want to lay down a bit then eat?” Tom suggested.

He felt you nod against him and he pulled away before taking laying down with you on top of him cuddling you.

After a good 10 minutes of back scratches and forehead kisses, he thought he’d check in with you again.

“Hey, feeling a bit better?” He talked to you softly next to your ear.

He felt you nod against him, still not having enough energy to form words.

“You feel like you can eat now?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled tiredly.

“Okay let’s sit up okay?” He said as he sat up with you very slowly not to make you dizzy.

You were sitting on his lap, face hiding in the crook of his neck inhaling his comforting scent to calm down.

“Okay darling, here you are,” he grabbed the plate and held the sandwich to feed it to you as you still didn’t have enough energy to move he was moving you around like a rag doll really this whole time.

You carefully took a small bite of the sandwich he made, which you had to admit to yourself was good.

Chewing slowly you grabbed his wrist for another bite and he gave it to you.

“Doing amazing darling, good job,” he praised.

After about 5 to 10 minutes you finally finished the sandwich feeling much better.

“Can we just sit here for a bit? I’m still a bit dizzy,” you asked him.

“Yeah darling, course, whatever you want,” he held you and you wrapped your arms around his waist, finding comfort in his warmth.

Tom was feeling a bit better now that you were able to form a full on sentence without slurring your words together.

“We can get up now,” you said after a while.

“You feeling okay?” He asked still a bit concerned after what had just went down.

“Yeah, a little off but much better,” you answered , your voice still weak.

“I’m so sorry,Tom” you turned to him looking very apologetic and ashamed.

“Y/n, it’s okay, really,” “I was more worried than anything,”

“I know I just, it was a really bad day for me and I was so stressed that I wouldn’t be able to finish everything on time and I just forgot to eat anything really. I wasn’t hungry at all and I just forgot. I’m sorry,”

“Love don’t be sorry, we just need to work on this a bit, that’s all,” he smiled at you.

“I was a scared,” you admitted sheepishly and Toms’ heart tugged in his chest.

“I mean normally when this happens I just feel a bit dizzy but that’s it, I felt awful this time,” you quietly said.

“I know that was a bad one,” he said brows furrowed.

“But it’s alright,” he said cheerfully.

“Your okay now and that’s all that matters,”

“Just please try to work on taking care of yourself. I’ll help you as well, I’ll be there for you every step of the way until you don’t need me anymore,” he leaned in slowly and pushed his lips against yours breathing you in.

“I’ll always need you,” you whispered in between kisses.

Resting you forehead against his, you give him a chaste kiss.

“Okay,” you said excitedly.

“Now tell me all about today,” you told him cuddling into him looking up at him adoringly and kissing his jaw.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland fic #tom holland imagine #peter parker fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader angst #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x fem #my writing

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malice-ov-mercy · 5 months

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Somewhere Along the Way - Part 5: She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Pairing: Will Ramos x fem!Reader

Content Warnings: 18+!, a little angst, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, praise kink

A/N: I worked on this particular part for two weeks. I also wasn’t going to use this pic, but uh it kinda fits a scene soooo….. strap in cuz it’s a fucking long one but well worth it. It’s the final part, so I hope you enjoy it :).

Word Count: 6.1k

Tag List: @circle-with-me @witchyweeb34 @xxrainstorm @sammyjoeee @littlefoxkota @cookiesupplier @bngurngheart @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lacktoesandtoddlerants @foliosriot

If you would like to be added, please let me know for who! If you tell me everyone/everything, just know that includes anything I may write for Bad Omens AND/OR Will Ramos.

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While Will showered, I took it upon myself to start unpacking for him. There was a lot, so I knew he’d greatly appreciate it. I didn’t touch any of his gear or equipment since I had no clue where any of it went. I expected the smell of his tour and stage clothes to be worse, but I still scrunched my nose when I opened the suitcase. I sorted through everything, compiling the dirty clothes in a neat, organized pile to be washed whenever Will got the chance.

I opened a smaller bag, finding toiletries and an assortment of hair care products. Either he forgot to grab it, or he had more in the bathroom. I decided to leave the contents inside, setting it on his dresser and rummaged through my own stuff for some pajamas. I settled for an oversized t-shirt.

“(Y/N)?”

Will’s voice accompanied his knock on the door.

“You can come in!” I hollered.

“I forgot my hair goop.”

“Goop?” I snickered, grabbing the bag of his hair care products.

I turned to hand him his bag and my breath caught in my throat. Will’s hair was sopping wet. Water droplets dripped onto his shoulders, trickling down his bare chest. A towel hung loosely—and lowly— around his hips, his v-line exposed. He might’ve as well not been wearing one.

I didn’t realize how blatantly I was staring until Will grabbed the bag from me, an amused smirk on his face.

“You’re staring, flower.” He teased.

“Sorry. I—“

Will chuckled fondly and pecked my lips.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.” He reassured me. “You can stare as much as you want.”

Will gave me another chaste kiss followed by a wink before leaving.

I buried my face in my hands. My face burned fiercely. I knew I was as red as the roses Will gave me.

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I found any excuse I could to busy myself so I didn’t think of Will. I reorganized his pile of clothes about three more times. I peeked in his other bags to see if there was anything else I could sort through and put away. I even sorted through my own bag to make sure I had everything packed to leave tomorrow. Nothing I did scrubbed the image from my mind.

I breathed shakily as I fidgeted with the two bouquets of flowers on his dresser, ignoring the ache and dampness growing between my legs. The scent of the tulips and roses was pleasantly overwhelming, helping to calm my nerves. I needed Will to hurry so I could go make a beeline for the couch and get to sleep.

“There’s nothing better than a shower after a tour.”

Will’s voice tore through the silence in the room, startling me. I glanced at him then quickly busied myself with the flowers again when I saw he was still sporting just the towel.

He stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. His body was enticingly warm. My eyes fluttered shut as I subtly inhaled the scent of his body wash. It was a stark contrast to the soft floral aroma in front of me.

“Do you like your flowers?” Will whispered in my ear. His fingers grazed my skin as he brushed my hair away from my neck.

“Yeah.” My reply was breathy.

He hummed, lips ghosting across my nape.

“I like mine too.”

My fingers gripped the edge of the dresser when he pressed a hot, breathy kiss on my neck. His hands slid over my chest, just barely above my breasts. He trailed his hands down my arms, his touch gentle and soft. Will closed the already minuscule space between us, his chest flush to my back, fingers lacing with mine. Heat from his body against mine enveloped me, turning my blood hot.

“You’re sleeping with me, right?”

The low rasp in Will’s voice and innuendo went straight to my core. Regardless of whether or not he meant it the way I interpreted, my heart and mind started racing. It was impossible to decipher any of the thoughts in my brain. They were loud but incoherent, tangled in variously complicated webs. The voice in my heart, however, was the loudest it's ever been. It knew what it wanted and what it forever and always wanted was presenting itself, finally. But the noise trapped in my skull won in the end, and hesitation spoke.

“I’m fine with the cou—“

My sentence was cut short by Will biting my neck, eliciting an unexpected, quiet moan from my throat. He rutted his hips against my rear. I could feel the outline of his semi hard erection confined under his towel.

“Will,” I don’t know what I wanted to say.

“Yes, flower?” He husked.

“I…” I still had no clue what I wanted to say. My mind went blank.

Will spun me around so I was facing him. Without much thought, I rested my hands on his hips, pulling them flush against mine. I noticed him clench his jaw as he brought his hands to my face.

“We shouldn’t.” I whispered, sneaking my index fingers in the towel.

“We don’t have to.” Will stared deeply in my eyes.

His eyes always put me in a trance. They were so inviting and sweet and kind. The cacophony of shouting silenced for a moment while we gazed at each other. There was a thread holding me together, and I felt it fray the longer we stayed like this.

“But I want to.”

I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into a bruising kiss. He groaned into my mouth, not wasting any time in tangling our tongues together. He held a vice-like grip on my waist. The voice in my head was now much clearer and yelling at me to stop, but I willfully chose to ignore it.

It got louder as I pressed against Will, pushing him back towards his bed, toppling onto the mattress. I pinned him down with my legs, straddling him, grinding down on his erection. His nails dug into my skin. He forced my hips down, rocking them forward and back while he arched, shamelessly and desperately rutting against me. My pussy throbbed and clenched. I was grateful for the towel between us because I didn’t want him to know just how wet seeing him in just a towel made me.

I moved my mouth to his jaw, nipping softly and leaving a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses all over his neck. His tattoos would likely mask any marks I made, so I wasn’t shy or soft with my bites. I scraped my teeth down to his collarbone, nipping every inch of his chest.

His hold on my hips was starting to hurt. I managed to free myself from his death grip, and lifted myself slightly, just enough to slip my hand between us, and started palming him. Will’s heavy breaths filled the room. I reached for the slit in the towel, slipping my hand inside when I found it.

An airy gasp escaped Will as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. He thrust lightly while I leisurely stroked a few times, long enough to tease and be rewarded with a quiet whimper when I stopped. I brushed my lips below his collarbone, ghosting soft kisses down his chest, down to his belly.

This was the only place I could completely ravage with lovebites and bruises, and I intended to do just that. I covered every blank spot of his skin, biting and sucking after every kiss. His taut ab muscles flexed under my lips.

I ventured further south, getting closer and closer to his dick. I peered up at him as I took him in my hand again.

“This towel might be a problem.” I said coyly.

Will lifted his hips so I could fully free him from the thick fabric. His gaze held firm on me as I slowly brought his dick to my lips. Precum was leaking from the tip. I tentatively licked it clean then closed my mouth, swirling my tongue all around.

“Shit.” He panted.

The sound transformed into a low groan as I lowered, taking him fully in my eager waiting mouth. I bobbed slowly, enjoying the quiet little gasps tumbling from Will’s lips. He thrust his hips, urging me to go faster. I picked up my pace and hallowed my cheeks. My tongue curved and pressed against the underside of his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” Will groaned. “That feels so good. Just like that.”

I purred at the praise. His fingers threaded in my hair; the tender caress of his hand at the back of my head had my skin buzzing. I dropped my jaw and once again filled my mouth entirely with his length. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. Saliva pooled at the corners of my lips. The sound of my gagging prompted Will to hold my head in place.

“You sound so pretty choking, flower.”

He kept me there, relishing the sound of my struggling. Tears pricked my eyes. I tapped Will’s hip and took a gasp of air. Drool and spit covered my mouth and chin.

“Look at you. Such a messy girl.” His heated gaze made my stomach flip.

I gripped his spit slicked dick and began stroking him, twisting my hand as I pumped. A strained sigh emanated deep in his chest.

“You’re doing so good, flower. Could you do that while you blow me?” Will asked.

Who was I to say no to that?

I happily obliged. Will’s chuckle at my eagerness swiftly switched to a pleasure filled moan as I closed my mouth around him again, closely following the movement of my hand. His hand gripped my hair and set a quick pace. Every time his cock hit the back of my throat, I groaned, hoping he would shower me in more praise— or at least be rewarded with more of his noises.

“Just like that.” Will gasped. “Fuck, I’m getting close.

Wet slurping and a barrage of low guttural moans filled the room. Will stopped bobbing my head and instead thrusted staggeredly. I kept up the pace he set.

“Can I cum in your mouth? Fuck!“ He whined. “Please let me cum in your fuckkng mouth.”

When I looked up at him, he was already staring at me. The muscles in his neck were taut, his jaw hung slightly open, desperation clung to his expression. He was doing his best to hold until I answered. I hummed and did my best to give an approving nod.

He came with a choked grunt, the bitter saltiness of his semen coating my mouth and tongue. My eyes fluttered shut. Typically, I hated the taste, but there wasn’t anything I hated about the way Will tasted. I loved it, if I was honest. I kept my mouth around him, slowly and softly sucking as he continued to spill his load into my mouth.

I peered at him. His eyes were closed tight, face scrunched in pleasure; his other hand was tangled in his hair, tugging it firmly. It made my heart swell seeing him be so lost in pleasure and satisfied, how good I made him feel.

“Fuck,” Will whined through gritted teeth. His hand at the back of my head flexed, like he wanted to pull my hair. “Flower, please. Enough.”

I stayed a few moments longer, teasingly running and pressing my tongue along the underside of his shaft before pulling away from him. He sighed breathlessly. His chest heaved, eyes still closed, breaths deep as he tried to collect himself. I laid my head on his hip and just looked at him, admiring him. A relaxed calm settled over his face, stress and worry free.

Will gently massaged the top of my head. His eyes finally fluttered open, his breath catching when he saw me. He gave me the kindest, softest, most heartwarming and sincere smile I think I’ve ever seen. It told me everything I needed to know.

He beckoned me to him with a curl of his finger. I laced my fingers with his, allowing him to pull me closer. I dipped my head to kiss him then nestled into his side. Will draped his arm over me, his embrace warm and comforting. I felt my heartbeat synchronize with his. The delicate touch of his fingers grazing my skin had me melting further into him.

There were countless times throughout the years that I could pinpoint specific moments where I knew I was in love—even before the realization hit me like a truck. This was another one of those moments, in the afterglow of intimacy.

The signs were always there, but neither of us could see them. I knew it as a teen, though I chalked it up as nothing more than a silly little crush. Another telling instance was the shift in our friendship after his first Europe tour. Will wouldn’t let me leave his sight and always found an excuse to be near me. He kept me so close after coming back. I hope he keeps me even closer this time.

And then this most recent tour. This moment right now. The night before he left. The kiss at the airport. The three little words that were spoken that had me in a tizzy for a month. I thought of nothing else the entire time he was gone. It plagued my every waking thought. I lost sleep over it.

Everything came bubbling to the surface. We hadn’t talked yet, and here we were again, doing more of what we did a month ago. Maybe now wasn’t the time to ask, but it couldn’t be ignored any longer. I knew how I felt. And if I didn’t ask now, I never would.

“What did you mean when you said you love me?”

The question sucked all the air from my lungs. I was terrified of his answer, but I needed to know. Will stopped tracing his fingers on my arm. He hooked his index finger under my chin and titled my head so we were eye to eye. His brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“At the airport. Before you left.” I swallowed the knot in my throat. “You said you love me.”

“Yeah, I know that. I meant what do you mean, ‘what did I mean?’”

Now I found myself confused. I propped myself up enough so I was looking fully at his face, but still in his embrace. His arm slipped to my waist.

“Will,” my gaze held firm on his, “You don’t get intimate with someone the night before and then tell them you love them the next morning at the airport moments before leaving for a month. Especially when they’re your best friend.”

I heard my voice crack as tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t bother trying to hide it. Everything I bottled up was now pouring out of me.

“Do you have any idea how much that fucked with me? And now this? Are you aware of how much you’re screwing with my head and heart?”

“Flower—“

“And the fucking nickname.”

Unable to bear being next to him any longer, I pushed out of his hold, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. A chill crept up the side of my body that was pressed to him. I cradled my head in my hands, a violent sob ripping through my body. Every labored breath I took seared my lungs, burning from the inside out. There was so much pressure in my head, it felt like it could explode. My heart started to crumble. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Will would harm me. Maybe he wouldn’t be as careful with this stupid thing in my chest as I used to think.

My shoulders tensed as Will cautiously sat next to me, running his hand across my back. The screaming in my head told me to shove him away and leave, but I didn’t have the strength. My limbs and muscles were limp, weak. If I tried to move, I feared my body would crumple to the floor.

“Flower.”

Will tentatively pulled me to him, nestling my fragile figure under his arm; my face was still buried in my hands. He placed his hands over mine and I pressed my hands harder against my face.

“(Y/N), look at me. Please.”

I reluctantly let him uncover my tear soaked face, but I refused to look at him. He tightly clasped one set of fingers around my hands while the others rested under my chin. I kept my eyes closed as he turned my head towards him.

“Can you please let me see you?” Will whispered, his breath ghosting over my lips. The closeness made me dizzy. I dug my nails deeper into my palms.

“I’ll beg if I have to.” He pressed his lips to mine.

A beat of silence passed. The space next to me shifted and Will’s body left mine. I heard shuffling in front of me. The soft warmth of his hands slowly caressing my calves and his arms wrapping around them startled me enough to peek; my breathing faltered at the sight before me. Will was on his knees, chin propped on my knee, gazing intensely at me. His brown eyes were pleading, tender.

A surge of emotions festered in my blood. I snapped my lids closed again, unable to hold his gaze.

“I don’t have anywhere to go for a while.” Will spoke. “Would it calm you any if I told you I love you now?”

I sucked in a sharp breath. “Will—“

“Because I do.” He kissed each of my knees. His hands slid up to the sides of my thighs, squeezing them gently. “I love you.”

My skin buzzed under his touch and declaration. The pounding of my heart thudded loudly in my ears. I could feel my blood pumping in my veins. I gripped the edge of the mattress so hard my fingers ached. Will brushed his lips higher up my thigh.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology prompted me to open my eyes once more. A sincere and unconditional gaze greeted me, piercing straight into the depths of my heart. The thread holding me from finally falling head over heels was fraying rapidly. It was never that strong, and truth be told, I’m surprised it didn’t break a month ago.

“Sorry for what?” I swallowed thickly.

“Everything.” His breath was so warm. The muscles in my thighs twitched. “Especially for playing with your heart. I never meant to.”

A painful lump formed in my throat. “You’re still doing it.”

“What can I do to show you I’m sorry?” His hands rubbed the tops of my thighs, setting my senses ablaze.

“I don’t know.” My voice sounded weak. Tears threatened to fall again.

I kept my eyes locked on Will’s as he stood. He stepped between my legs; his hands cradled my jaw, thumbs brushing away the wetness that stained my face.”

“Let me return the favor.” He whispered, smiling sweetly. “I’ll spend the rest of the night making it up to you if you let me.”

My cheeks reddened at the thought. Will quickly picked up on my hesitation.

“I meant what I said. You’re stuck with me. No matter what. You mean far too much to me. I’m not letting go unless you tell me to.”

The protesting voices I expected to be screaming in my head never happened. They fought and yelled at me all night, but now there was dead silence. The only sound in my head being that of my heart and Will’s words.

“I swear to fucking god Will, if you fuck me over, I’ll never forgive you.”

“Never. Not in a million years.” He said with a shake of his head.

I took a deep, shaky breath and focused my gaze intensely on Will.

“Then tell me. Show me.”

“Lay back.”

Slowly, I slipped from his grasp, shimmying so my body was further on his bed. Will followed suit, straddling my hips.

I let my eyes wander his body. I’ve seen him shirtless thousands of times, but never this way. So little of him wasn’t covered in permanent images. His tattoos were committed to my memory. He happily told me the meaning and significance behind each one any time I asked. I’ve traced my fingers over the ink on his arms and neck in once hopeless attempts to grab his attention— and tonight, for the first time, my lips and tongue.

Small bite marks and bruises were spread across his belly. I sunk my teeth so deep into his skin on my way down. I’m glad there’s evidence somewhere on him.

“You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” His voice lured out of my thoughts.

I nodded. “Okay.”

Will fiddled with the hem of my shirt. “Can I take this off?”

I nodded again. He locked his eyes on mine. His hands slipped under my shirt, caressing my hips and his thumbs pressing softly into the skin above the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a short breath. He delicately gripped my waist then splayed his hands over my stomach, tenderly and affectionately kneading higher. The cool air of the room hit my skin, making me shudder.

“Cold?” Will chuckled lightly.

My reply stuck in my throat as his fingertips grazed the bottom of my breasts. He tenderly massaged them, circling my nipples with his thumbs. Goosebumps pricked my skin.

“Don’t worry, my pretty little flower,” He said, helping me remove my shirt. “I’ll keep you warm.”

The soft thud of the clothing hitting the floor was the only sound other than our heightened breathing. The last remaining piece of clothing between us were my panties—and at some point soon, they would be peeled away just as easily.

Will planted his hands back at my waist, his eyes roaming my mostly naked body, soaking in the sight of my chest and its heavy rise and fall. He looked lost in his thoughts. His touch was gentle up my stomach, pressing his palms into the soft tissue, fingers crawling to my breasts once more. A different type of shiver spread across my skin.

“There are so many things I love about you, (Y/N).”

My heart fluttered at his words.

“Like what?” I croaked. My mouth felt dry.

“For starters,” Will bent down and pressed his forehead to mine, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He softly captured my lips with his, a kiss so lovingly and sweet, I swore I levitated. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. My teeth nipped his lip. His tongue licked my bottom lip, enticing me to part my lips and tangle my tongue with his.

One of his hands wandered my body, delicately caressing every dip and curve, while the other held a firm grip on my hip. He kissed a path to my ear.

“Your smile lights up the room.” His voice was soft, airy. “You’re kind. Caring. Thoughtful.”

He trailed his lips to my neck, sucking kisses all over.

“You take such good care of my cats.”

That one made me giggle. Will’s lips curved into a smile.

“I love your laugh.” He said, pressing kiss to my pulse.

Will nuzzled the crook of my neck, his hair tickling my jaw. He kissed down to my collarbone, all tongue and hot breath. His teeth softly nipped the expanse of my chest. A quiet moan escaped me. I didn’t want to rush him because fuck if I wasn’t enjoying him almost worshipping me, but I was aching. I needed so much more than gentle touches and praise between kisses.

“Will,” I said, my voice strained.

“Yes flower?” He replied, taking my left breast in his mouth and squeezing the other with hand. His tongue swirled around my nipple. “What is it?”

“I need you.”

“Yeah?” The low rumble of his voice sent more heat to my core.

The hand on my hip slipped under the waistband of my panties, inching painstakingly slow to my slick folds. I wiggled my hips, trying to urge him to move faster.

“Aren’t you a needy one?” He tsked.

I nearly cried out when I felt one of his fingers reach the top of my slit. I bit my lip to keep me silent, but ultimately failed as his middle finger glided past my clit and spread my lips open.

“Oh fuck. My flower is soaked.” He palmed my pussy. “Is this all because of me?”

Will took his time exploring my pussy. He stroked my outer lips softly, slipping between them to feel and coat his fingers in my arousal. I clutched at his sheets. He’d barely even started touching me and I was already going mindless and turning into putty, waiting to be played and toyed with.

“Will, please. I need you to do something, anything.” I shamelessly begged.

He hummed, removing his hand from my panties much to my dismay. Will’s soft lips wandered the rest of my body. His kisses were sopping wet down my stomach, deliberately pressing his tongue against my skin. He crawled off of me and settled once again between my legs. The firm yet delicate caress along my thighs had me whimpering.

Will hooked his thumbs in my panties and peeled them away. I knew they were absolutely drenched. I could feel how wet I was before Will teasingly touched me. I was prepared for the remarks, however, I wasn’t prepared for him to sniff my panties. Something told me that if he were wearing pants, he would have shoved them in a pocket.

He tossed the garment over his shoulder then spread my legs completely open. I watched as he hooked his arms under my thighs, pulling my lower half closer. My ass sat dangerously close on the edge of the bed. His gaze was fixed on my glistening pussy.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” He licked his lips, and delved his tongue between my folds, licking from my entrance to my clit.

A deep moan erupted from me. My hands shot to his head and tangled in his soft hair. I’d seen his vocal covers and one takes. I’d been with him when he practiced. I saw first hand the capabilities of his tongue. He knew the perfect way to move it.

Will closed his mouth around my clit, audibly sucking the sensitive bud between his lips. I scratched his scalp and gasped breathlessly. He groaned. His tongue left no part of me untouched, practically licking my pussy clean and replacing my slick with his saliva.

“You taste so good.” He husked. “I’ve been dying to feel you again though.”

He easily slipped a finger deep inside, already curling and reaching for my sweet spot.

“You feel even better than I remember.” He slipped another finger inside and pumped slowly. “I wonder how you would feel clenching around my dick like this.”

That thought alone almost made me cum. I was already so close.

“Hm, fuck. You’d like that wouldn’t you, flower?” Will attached himself to my clit again, relentlessly flicking and swirling his tongue.

I closed my eyes and nodded.

“Eyes on me, love.”

Love.

Love tormented me the very moment I met Will. It tormented me for years. It mocked me endlessly and relentlessly for thirty days. I almost started to hate it, and more specifically, Will. But right here, right now, I couldn’t fathom how I would ever hate him. He made all my worries and fears disintegrate into nothing. Between his confessions and touches, it was blindingly clear that my feelings were reciprocated.

I glanced down at Will. His eyes were blown wide. Love poured from his gaze.

What do you see looking back at me?

Love. Pure, unconditional love. That’s what I saw— and that’s what I felt as my orgasm came crashing through me, the thread holding me together finally snapping in two.

I wanted to keep my eyes open, keep them focused on him, but I couldn’t. They rolled back in my head as my back arched off the bed, pushing my pussy further into his face. Will held my legs open despite me trying to clamp them around his head. All I could do was grip Will’s hair tightly and moan as he lapped at my juices, greedily and hungrily like a man starved.

The relentless movements of his tongue and mouth combined with his fingers quickly brought me to another intense climax, pulling me towards my ecstasy again and overwhelming my body. I cried out his name and pulled his hair, desperately trying to unlatch him.

“Will, no more.” I begged.

He slowed down, but didn’t stop completely. I felt him smirk when I whimpered.

“I could listen to that forever, flower.” Will said, detaching and removing his fingers.

I released my grip on his hair and sighed heavily. My bones felt like gelatin. I blinked my eyes open then glanced at Will. He was sitting back on his legs, looking at me with an adoring, satisfied smile. His mouth and chin were drenched in my arousal, glistening like the morning dew. Will hoisted himself up and crawled over top of me, gazing lovingly in my eyes. He rested his forehead on mine, the scent of me heavy on his breath.

Softly, he pecked my lips, then whispered against them, “I hope you love me too, because I don’t know if I can’t pretend this never happened.”

“Me either.” I replied, threading my fingers in his hair.

Will kissed my cheek, then carefully laid on top of me, nestling his head in the crook of my neck. His skin was so warm. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him close. I softly raked my nails up and down his back. He sighed, his body relaxing and sinking into me. He shifted his weight slightly, and I felt his semi hard dick brush against me.

“Will?”

“Hm?”

“Do… you have condoms?”

My voice was so quiet, I wondered if he heard me— he did. He snapped his head up and stared at me.

“(Y/N), we don’t—“

I cut him off. “I know, Will. But I want to—if you want to.”

Will searched my face. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He cupped my cheek, then kissed me tenderly.

“Let me check.”

I immediately missed the warmth of his body. I propped myself up on my elbows. Will walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He rummaged through it.

“Bad news, no condoms.”

I bit my lip. “I mean, you could pull out.”

Will chuckled, glancing over his shoulder. “No way. I barely held it together earlier. I’d one hundred percent bust in you. I’m not ready for human kids.”

“Me neither. Though, I think you’d be a fun dad.” I laid back on the bed. “Hm, papi might be more appropriate, actually.”

His eyes darkened. “Watch it.”

Noted. Checked. Save that for when condoms are available.

With curious eyes, I watched Will pluck a sunflower and rose from the bouquet he gifted me. A playful gleam twinkled in his eye.

“She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves not.”

He made a dramatic show of plucking the sunflower petals. I couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from my chest.

“Well, this flower says she loves me,” Will said, setting the plucked sunflower aside. He grabbed the rose and pointed it at me, his eyes fixed on mine. “But what does this flower say?”

I smiled wholeheartedly. “She does.”

Will placed the stem of the rose between his teeth and sauntered the bed. He hovered over my body, caging me beneath him. A deep desire burned intensely and brightly in his eyes. It radiated off of him and spread over my skin, seeping into my blood and setting my heart ablaze.

He took the rose out his mouth and brushed the petals against my nose. “‘She does’ what?”

I grabbed the rose from him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“I love you.”

His face lit up and broke into a wide grin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Will lowered his head and I let go of the rose, threading my fingers in his hair. His lips captured mine in a heated kiss. The taste of me was heavy on his breath. I licked his lip, eager to tangle our tongues together and taste what he did. Both of us moaned into each other’s mouths. I moved my hands to his back and softly raked my nails across his skin. Will dipped his hips, his growing erection grazing my center. I gasped breathlessly.

“I could kiss you forever.” Will husked, attaching his mouth to my neck.

“I wouldn’t stop you.”

He sunk his teeth harshly into my neck. “You have no idea how badly I wanna fuck you.”

I arched my back, causing me to brush against him. The growl he let out made me shudder. It took every ounce of restraint to not reach down and stroke him. He hurriedly slid his hand to my pussy, slipping his fingers between my folds.

“You’re so wet again.”

Will grabbed his cock and ran the tip from my clit to my entrance. A soft whine fell from my lips.

“Don’t make that sound,” he growled, biting down on my neck again. “I might lose myself.”

“I wouldn’t stop you.” I repeated, digging my nails into his back.

My breath hitched as he gently pressed the head of his dick to my waiting entrance. He quietly cursed as I shifted, pushing myself against him more. My pussy throbbed, desperate to coax Will inside..

“Will.” I whimpered.

“Everything about you is so tempting.” His voice was hoarse and strained, his breathing ragged.

I hooked a leg behind him and cautiously pulled his lower half closer. He let out a breathy whine. The tip of his cock was dangerously close to slipping inside. I could feel precum leaking. He clamped his mouth into the crook of my neck.

A soft meow broke through our lust filled haze, followed by the cat jumping on the bed. Will collapsed on top of me, both of us erupting into a fit of giggles as the feline crawled onto his back and laid down.

“I’ve never had one of them cockblock me before.” He said through his laughter. “I’m gonna be stuck here for a while, I think.”

Will laid his head in the space between my breasts.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind.” I lazily stroked one hand up and down his back and pet Dusty with the other.

Comfortable silence and subtle purring surrounded us. My mind wandered, my thoughts not bearing near the weight they held earlier. A few what ifs and negative scenarios tried to overtake the pleasantries, but I was quick to dismiss them. They had no place in my head anymore.

“I have something to ask you, flower.” Will turned his head, pressing a kiss over my thumping heart.

“What is it?”

“Can I call you mine?”

The question caught me off guard—and so did my reaction because panic flicked across Will’s face.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes, but it’s fine if—“

“No, no— I mean yes. Fuck.”

I laughed nervously and took a breath. I placed my hand on his head and affectionately scratched his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut.

“Yes.” I said confidently. “I’ve been waiting years for you to ask.”

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long.”

I smiled sweetly at him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

It’s true what they say: Distance makes the heart grow fonder. There were countless times throughout the years that I could pinpoint specific moments where I knew I was in love—even before the realization hit me like a truck. His heated lingering gazes, the gentle affection filled gestures and hugs. If there was an opportunity to hold my hand, no matter how long, he always grabbed it. He never let me stray too far.

This was another one of those moments, in the afterglow of intimacy and the hopeful promise of a future together.

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I Would Tell Them If I Could, But I Can't

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Warnings: angst, reference to reader and Spencer having previous relationship, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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Reader and Spencer had a relationship for about 2 years before they broke up and then they just kinda slept with one another after bad cases which lead to the reader getting pregnant. They kinda have a co-parenting lifestyle where reader is the "lead" parent and Spencer get's child (Avery) on weekends and some weekday

Only Hotch and Strauss and JJ and Emily know (Hotch because he's her boss, Strauss because she's Hotch's boss, JJ because she's Spencer best friend, and Emily because she's reader's best friend)

Takes place during JJ and Will's wedding/the end of Hit/Run (Yes, I am aware that Emily also left in this episode, it basically was a double whammy. Except the whole team knew about Emily but not about reader)

I literally forgot about this...it's been sitting in my drafts for about 1-2 weeks lol

This was originally written for my OC Abby (which will be posted on my other account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters later)

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N stared at her friends laughing and dancing around in Rossi’s backyard. She watched as Avery chased Henry and Jack around with a stick. She watched as everyone was happy. And she could tell that they were truly happy. Happier than they had been since Emily’s “death”. She wanted to keep it that way, but she knew that soon it would change. They go into the office on Monday and see her desk cleared. She placed the papers on Hotch’s desk yesterday morning. Before they were called down to the bank. She had no idea if he had seen them. But it didn’t matter. She was changing to work with the CIA. It was a better job. Better hours. Not much of a better pay...but she would get to be home for Avery more.

So she felt like this was a good goodbye. Everyone smiling and happy for JJ and Will. No one had to know about her resignation. Not yet. She knew it was cruel, leaving that down to Hotch to tell them. But she thinks it would be easier for her. She already knew that she wouldn’t be able to handle Penny’s crying. The only person who knew was Spencer. And him trying to convince her to stay was hard enough. She knew that if she had everyone trying, she would give in and let them convince her to stay.

“Does anyone know?” She jumped slightly at her Unit Chief's voice. He let out a small chuckle, “Sorry, I should have announced myself. I know you aren’t in the space to not be startled by someone coming up beside you.”

“It’s fine Hotch.” She blew out a bit of air, “And except for you and Strauss, it’s Spencer.” She crossed her arms, “Figured I had to tell him since he’s taking Avery this weekend.”

“Oh yeah? Where is he taking her?”

She laughed, “God I wish I knew. He’s keeping it a secret.”

“So, the CIA?”

She nodded, “They’ve been trying to get me since before that talk you had with us a few months ago.” She looked at him, “About the budget cuts. I was going to talk to you about it that day, but you walked out so fast I never had the time. And then we just kept getting cases so I never had the time to breach the subject with you.”

He nodded, “So what made you decide to take it?”

She looked back at everyone, “Something JJ had said about her time at the Pentagon and something Strauss told me.”

“Which was?”

“JJ told me that while she missed us, she would never deny how happy it made her to get to see Henry more. And to not have to worry about being pulled out and away from him randomly. More stable hours. All of it.” She pushed some hair out of her face, “I talked to who would be my boss to see if that would be possible. They offered me a different position. One I could only get with Strauss’s permission. That was how she found out and I started on the papers.”

“And what did Strauss say?”

“To think of Avery. To think of what would be better for her. And I did. The job at the CIA provides more stability. It’s more of an executive role. I could be home at a more reasonable time. And it’s a closer drive than it is to Quantico. Plus, it is a promotion.” She laughed, “I actually was in disbelief of Strauss convincing me to take it.”

Hotch laughed with her, “That is a strange feat.” He sighed, “So today was your last day.” She nodded, “And you’re leaving the responsibility to tell the team to me, aren’t you?”

She sighed, “It’s not like it’s what I want to do, but it’s easier for me. I don’t think I could handle Penny’s crying.”

He nodded, “You know you’ll just have her showing up at your apartment in tears, correct?”

“Yes, but she’ll also show up with a container of cookies. So it’s more of a win than a loss.”

“I can’t deny that one.” Hotch turned to face her, “It’s been a pleasure to work with you these past 4 years. And if you ever wish to return, the BAU will be happy to have you back.”

She smiled at him, for once she wasn’t surprised to see a smile on his face. If there was one thing Y/N had to say about Hotch, it was that he could be predictable. And she knew that he was going for a handshake, the more professional option, but she wrapped her arms around him. While he could be a pain in her ass sometimes, she would never deny that he knew when she needed a break and forced her to take it. And she wouldn’t deny that sometimes she saw him more as a father than a boss, which she knew was what he wanted sometimes.

“Thank you for not getting upset and trying to convince me to stay, Hotch.”

“If I know anything, Y/N, it’s that sometimes you need to make the choice that would be better for your kid. It may not always be the easiest, but it’s the best.” He pulled away, “I’m going to head back to the party before anyone becomes too suspicious of us talking.”

She laughed, “They are profilers afterall, I think they got suspicious the second you smiled.”

He laughed as he walked away, “That much is true.”

And as he walked away, she saw Spencer was walking towards her with Avery on his hip. She gave them a soft smile as they neared.

“Someone here is getting tired.”

“Aw,” She took Avery from Spencer’s arms, “Is my little girl tired.” Avery nodded softly, “Okay, it is getting late. We’ll soon.” Avery nodded again and laid her head on Y/N's shoulder.

“So, did you tell him?”

Y/N nodded, “Pretty sure it was reluctantly, but he approved my resignation letter. I start Monday.”

He sighed, “You know that the only reason I didn’t really fight you was because it’ll be better for Avery. Otherwise I would have argued with you. And won.”

She hummed, “Nah, I would definitely have won and not given in. Only Penny can out-argue me and I will accept defeat from.”

He laughed, “That’s understandable. Like, totally and completely understandable.”

“Well, I think that I am going to go on out, join me out front in about 10?”

He nodded, “You gonna get my keys from the bowl?”

She nodded, “Yep, I’ll get them and transfer the stuff to your car.” She sighed, “I’ll go tell everyone bye. And try to avoid promising to see them on Monday.”

He laughed, “That’s gonna be a hard one.”

“Shh,” She hushed me, “Let me dream.”

She followed Spencer down and saw as he went to talk with Emily and Rossi. So she started with Penelope and Derek. Derek saw her walking over to them and threw his signature smile at her. “Hey Pretty Girl, how can we help you?”

“Hey, I’m gonna head out. Avery here is all tired out. So I think I’ll see y’all later.”

Penelope gave her a goofy smile, “Yeaaaah. We’ll see you on Monday!”

Y/N's smile faltered slightly before she kept it up, “Yeah! Totally! See you later.”

She blew a kiss at Penelope and brought Avery’s sleepy hand to wave at the two as she walked over to Emily and Rossi. She told them the same and soon enough she was walking over to Will and JJ. JJ shot her a happy, but tired smile.

“Hey, you heading out?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, Avery is all tuckered out so I’m gonna take her home.”

JJ raised an eyebrow, “You or...?”

Y/N laughed, “He is. But I’m leaving first to be able to switch everything over to his car.”

JJ laughed, “Alright. I’ll see you on Monday?”

Y/N froze for a brief moment. Thought that she should maybe tell her the truth. But she didn’t. She just smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I’ll see you Monday.” She waved at them both, didn’t even try to have Avery wave as the small girl was dead asleep. “Bye JJ. Bye Will. Tell Henry bye for me.”

Henry nodded, “We will.”

Avery walked away from them and then out to the front of the house. She grabbed both hers and Spencer's keys from the bowl on the table and walked out of the house. She walked down to her car and carefully opened it without waking Avery up. She was able to move everything from her car to Spencer’s without waking the small girl on her hip. Just as she was getting Avery ready to place in Spencer’s car, he walked out.

He gave her a soft smile as he got closer. “Is she asleep?”

Y/N glanced at him as she was buckling Avery in. “Yeah, she fell asleep as I was talking with Emily and Rossi.” She kissed Avery’s temple before carefully shutting the door. “So, when will I learn what you are taking her to do this weekend?”

He hummed, “Never if I have anything to say about it.”

She smirked, “So evil Spencer Reid, oh so evil.” She sighed and leaned against his car door, “Are you really okay with me leaving?”

He crossed his arms, “If I’m going to be perfectly honest? Absolutely not. But I know that it is what’s best. For your mental health and for Avery.” He sighed, “You know that the team is going to be upset that you’re leaving without telling them.”

She nodded, “I know, Spence, I know. But as you said, it’s what’s best for me and for Avery. And besides, Hotch said that if I wanted to rejoin, I always could. So who knows,” She shrugged, “I could end up being JJ and coming back because I miss this all too much.”

He laughed, “Maybe I’ll hope for that.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, maybe.” She said, “I’m gonna go now. I’ll see you later, alright?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll see you later.”

Y/N walked away from Spencer and back to her car. And as she got into the front and started it, she smiled sadly as she listened to “This Year’s Love” by David Gray played through her speakers. As she drove home, she thought about the past nearly 5 years she lived on this team. All of the good and bad things that had happened in the past years. All of the good and bad memories that she had.

She knew she still had more to go through. More to learn. More to live. But she was happy to have lived this life the past years of her life.

“We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.” ― Tim McGraw

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Can you rank the hashiras and reasons why?

This ask took way longer than I thought it would, I believe I overthought the question and then it took me a while to really think over the hashira and choose. And putting it into words took longer than I expected.

@plutonianmoons I interpreted this question as who do I rank in terms of favorites and why, if you meant it in another way shoot me another ask and I’ll respond. I’m going to start with the list so that those who don’t want to know my reasons don’t have to go hunting for where their favorite hashira is.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Uzui Tengen

Mitsuri Kanroji

Muichiro

Shinobu

Sanemi

Iguro

Giyuu

Gyomei

Kyojuro Rengoku

I feel like this will come as a surprise to absolutely nobody lol. He’s my favorite character after all and probably my favorite of all time. I hopefully have been able to sprinkle my reasoning of why I love Kyojuro so much throughout my posts so I will try not to ramble too much. Though, not repeating myself is kinda impossible haha.

Kyojuro resonates with me so deeply, and even I don’t fully understand why. One reason I think is because he makes me feel….seen. His struggles and grief and pain, and how it came about, a lot of it I can relate to, it hits very close to home for me. And seeing what he goes through and how he dealt with it, its helped me to see and realize that my own experiences and feelings are valid, and its helped me process things I haven’t been able to, even with years of therapy. He isn’t just a ball of sunshine who hides his pain, that’s such a gloss over. He IS a flame, all his feelings make him burn, his anger, righteous and otherwise, his love of his family, his comrades, of his hobbies, the way he devotes his all into everything he does and how so many of his actions are driven by love and compassion and that that’s what drives him to be so duty-bound. He’s someone like many of us, has gone through grief and pain and so much and because of his situation didn’t get to have it addressed or dealt with, he just figured out how to live with it. I love how he isn’t Mr. Positive, if he is confronted by something negative, by someone’s hurt feelings he addresses it, he validates, and yet he’s not perfect in doing that either, because with some people he can’t address it even though he wants to. I love brave he is, standing up for others but also facing criticism and cynicism and hatred again and again and being so certain of his creed and who he is that he doesn’t let those things infest him, he burns them up immediately. I love how much he loves Ruka, how even though he lost her at such a young age he never resented her but kept her with him always. He thought of her, shared his memories of her, she touched every aspect of who he grew up to be and he never forgot that. I love that even though he is stubborn he isn’t unyielding where it matters. If he makes a snap judgment and realizes it he will change it, will he always? No probably not because just like everyone else that’s going to be different from situation to situation. I love how even though he was told he could never be a Hashira and that he should abandon it, that he didn’t. He worked and worked and worked and he accomplished it. I love how warm and welcoming he is to others, that even though he can sit there stiff as a board he does things that make you know he’s paying attention, the way he invites the Corp member from Mugen Train episode 1 to join him, the way he pats the seat indicating he wants Tanjiro to sit right next to him. The way he gives Senjuro his complete attention and focus when they are talking about emotionally difficult topics. I love how he is honest when he easily could lie to try to spare feelings and yet he is so careful and mindful during those times too. I love how freaking intelligent he is, and that it’s subtle. That it’s not just book intelligence but he’s just actually intelligent. The conversations he has, the way he breaks down what’s going on around him, the choices he makes when he acts. The questions he ponders and asks himself and tries to figure out the answer to. The fact that when Shinjuro told him he didn’t have what it takes to become a Hashira, the way that he thought about that question and pondered it and came to his answer---he could have just got upset and hurt and focused on those feelings, but he didn’t, he delved into it and found his answer. I love his expressions, and I know people joke that sometimes there’s not a thought going on behind his eyes but I disagree, I think he looks like that cause his brain is thinking of so much at once. I love how he has a bunch of shared traits with the other Hashira but in a way that’s uniquely him. I will cut myself off here because if I don’t I’m never gonna stop lol.

2. Uzui Tengen

One of the reasons I love Tengen is I was so surprised by him, I thought I was going to hate this man’s guts--especially after his introduction to the boys. But instead it was just character beat after character beat of why I would and do like him. You look at him and its like “oh he’s the wild one” but he actually isn’t. He had a lapse of judgment and was rushing when he kidnapped Aoi and wasn’t thinking straight but he also got talked out of taking her pretty easily. I don’t like that he slapped her butt, and I think its still a weird thing for him to do but its in there and I’m sure his wives and Shinobu got on him for that whole incident. But after that we see quickly that he’s one of the responsible ones, and like Kyojuro he really really cares about people and their safety, he sees and acknowledges the boys as boys and does his best to take care of them and watch over them while at the District. Of course, he doesn’t do it perfectly, but he does a pretty damn good job. I love that he actually verbally acknowledges to them that he made mistakes and he put them in danger and owns his poor behavior and decisions. I love that once Zenitsu gets taken he instructs Tanjiro and Inosuke to leave and gives them that important wisdom that surviving isn’t a loss and it isn’t failing. I love that he doesn’t try to shoo the boys off once they are in the fight, he adapts and lets them help him. And even though he lets them stay he consistently is making moves to protect them during the fight and trying to take as much weight off them as he can. He is aware of what the boys’ states are in the midst of the fight and tries to finish things quickly and change the battle to keep them safe. I also love his dynamic with them--he absolutely understands how teenage boys are and how they work and he lets them be boys in his presence without letting them do something terrible. Inosuke gets overwhelmed and starts trying to headbutt people and just rampage in his anxiety? No you don’t boar boy back over here with me. Zenitsu wanders off and starts getting enticed by the women? Boy don’t you even think about going in there I will carry you by the collar through the whole place. His dynamic with Zenitsu is so fun, because they bicker at each other and he teases him like a guy who is 10+ years older than their younger brother would. I love how Tengen truly loves his wives, and that he doesn’t love them all in the same way or show love in the same way to them all. He knows his wives and treats them as his individual partners. I love how calculating but also wild he is in his fighting. His fight with Gyutaro and Daki was such fun to watch.

3. Mitsuri Kanroji

I love how Mitsuri allows herself to feel all her feelings, how once she stops pretending to be who and what she isn’t, our Love Hashira wears herself completely on her sleeve. And she isn’t ashamed of it or prideful about it. In her fight against Zohakuten she starts out confidently attacking him, jumps right in there and saves Tanjiro and her character beats are so good, she’s freaked out about how big Zohakuten’s dragons are and yet immediately turns her attention to Tanjiro with a smile, confidence and warmth. She sets him down and tells him to take a break, praises him and tells him she’ll take care of it. When Zohakuten calls her a “shameless tramp” she shows such a genuine reaction of shock and upset and I can’t help but adore how honest she is in showing her feelings and being able to show multiple feelings at once. She isn’t arrogant when confronting Zohakuten that first time, but even then, she doesn’t stay dwelling on the fact that he insults her she is ready to go and move to attack once Zohakuten strikes at her. When the dragons start dodging her and moving faster she doesn’t hide her feelings of nervousness, she shows her panic but she doesn’t stop attacking or give up, she just freaking adapts and keeps going, seriously goes “can I take on this many at once?” AND THEN JUST DOES IT. She gets smacked point blank in the face with a sonic blast and instinctively defends her whole body by tensing it up. I love how her confidence isn’t iron-clad, insults, harsh words and reactions, they all hurt her and she doesn’t ignore them but tries to deal with them the best way she can, even if sometimes its the wrong way like she does when she becomes more reserved after finding out Shinobu’s reason for being a Slayer. I love that instead of being ugly or mean to the person who is ugly or mean to her, she honestly defends herself and feels her feelings without trying to hurt the other person. I love how she wants to have a husband but also wants to help people love themselves and once she becomes a slayer these two things no longer conflict for her. She loves people and trusts that one day she’ll find a good man in the Corp to marry. I love how genuine she is with her acceptance of people. She genuinely accepts Tanjiro and Nezuko and treats Nezuko like a younger sister, hugging her, singing with her, playing with her, and protecting her. The fact that she sheds tears of joy seeing not only that Nezuko is alive but also talking--there’s no doubt she loves these kids. Her love for people as individuals is so strong: even though Genya is mean to her she wanted to talk to him, when she saves the Village leader and he makes a flirty comment she teasingly chides him. And in both instances she could have gotten really angry but didn’t. Nor does she call Genya names or anything, and she talks about him kindly when he’s brought up later. I love how Mitsuri actually is willing to do the tough things, but isn’t shy about saying how she feels about it. I love how she never actually hated the things that made her different, she always cherished them, but it just took her a little while to reach her full acceptance. I love how much she has in common with Kyojuro and that in some instances you can see it and it doesn’t have to be brought up. Mitsuri reminds me a lot of Sailor Moon’s Usagi and I kind of love that.

4. Tokito Muichiro

Muichiro is part of my little brother baby trio. Comprised of Muichiro, Genya and Senjuro. I love how well this amnesic child does deadpan humor and yet in the same breath can be so RELENTLESSLY sassy. Like I’m sure Tengen thinks he is the sass master but Muichiro would DEVESTATE HIM. His sass is sharp and clever and our little Mist Hashira knows how to time his humor beats perfectly and in the optimal way to jab his opponent. The way that he’s passive-aggressive while he has amnesia, without meaning to be is also really funny. Karate-chopping Tanjiro, holding his nose to make him wake up, like Muichiro really is going for the fastest route here.

I also love how fierce he is, like yes Muichiro was taunting Gyokko but he was not messing around in his fighting and you could see it in how he moved. Plus the way that he came at Gyokko from within the mist and then minced him into sushi? So hardcore.

I adore how he isn’t bitter about having amnesia, like, he could very easily and rightfully be angry and upset and hold those feelings but he doesn’t. Instead, he focuses on trying to remember things but also not let it stress him out if he can’t. I love how truly kind and gentle he is, even when Yuichiro was being mean to him and aggressive, Muichiro didn’t return that. He loved and cared and respected every member of his family. He admired all of them.

I love how his motives to originally become a swordsman were so pure and kind-hearted and that he wanted to help people the way their parents taught them. I love how when he regained his memories he was able to revisit those memories and realize that his brother did love him, that he was worried and scared and just a 10-year old trying to take care of his only remaining family. I admire so much that he was able and willing to think about his past and realize that the way he thought about his brother was wrong and not the truth. His relationship with Tanjiro is so adorable, like hands down Tanjiro is his favorite person and the favoritism and kindness he shows Tanjiro after he gets his memories back is so cute it’s like that aggressive best friend who is nice only to their bestie and just a terror to everyone else.

5. Shinazugawa Sanemi

There are so many wonderful, devoted big brothers in Demon Slayer and Sanemi is one of the top for me. We can tell in Genya’s flashbacks that Sanemi was completely committed to his role as provider and caretaker for their family. He loved and respected his mother and he loved his siblings and Genya trying to support him and stand with him back then meant so much to him and you can tell. Even after what happened to their siblings and mother, that devotion stayed, Sanemi just had to go about it differently.

I think the way he acts towards people is understandable although not justified, like many other characters he was completely unaware of demons before his family got slaughtered and unlike Gyomei, Giyuu and Tanjiro his family got slaughtered by his own mother and he killed her not realizing it was her until too late, and then had to deal with the realization that he killed his mother as well as having the brother he fought tooth and nail to protect curse him and things just got worse from there. Yes, Sanemi isn’t the only one who has lost comrades but he is one of the few slayers who has to wonder if a demon showing up is because of him and not the other way around. He never hated Genya for the things he said when their mom died, he was never bitter towards him. He loved him and knew his little brother well enough to know how kind hearted and sensitive Genya was and that’s why he was so harsh because he was so scared of losing Genya too and of Genya going through the traumas he had. Scared enough that he was willing to maim him if it meant getting him out of the Corp. And more than willing to let Genya hate him forever. I mean seriously, think about the mental and emotional will power you’d have to conjure up to be able to look at your younger brother who is pleading to talk to you and make the decision to try and blind him and keep insisting you’re not family. I don’t agree it was the right thing to do but the fact that he could even bring himself to attempt that geez.

Not to mention hearing Genya had eaten demon flesh probably scared him because that kind of makes Genya a demon and if he goes out of control someone would have to kill him. I think his rage is understandable, I think his anger initially at Nezuko and Tanjiro is very understandable and it’s shown on his face when he looks down after Nezuko rejects his blood. This demon rejects human flesh, why couldn’t my mom? Why did I have to kill my mom, lose all my siblings and lose my remaining brother, lose my best friend, but this kid gets to keep his sister who is a demon? Would anyone else in his shoes respond differently? I really doubt it.

I love how he’s like the unexpected wild child of the Hashira---not completely unexpected I mean look at him--but the fact that he just pulls an Inosuke and just picks fights with people left and right and he really seems to enjoy his fights but he’s also not ignorant about it. He is aware of what’s going on and he is calculating and strategizing and he’s so -adaptive- like Sanemi will try literally anything in battle if he thinks there’s even a hint it might work. The fact that he knows how to be annoying and cocky to his opponent but isn’t arrogant in his fighting (exception being his fights with Giyuu I think) is a refreshing take on this type of character. Sanemi doesn’t think he can beat everybody, he doesn’t think he’s invincible but that’s okay with him because he still wants to try it regardless. And like Muichiro he knows how to push those buttons and he has such fun doing it and honestly, I have so much fun watching him antagonize his opponents.

6. Obanai Iguro

I love Iguro’s design. I love that he could have just hated people and cursed them because that’s kind of what you’d expect from someone who’s own family treated them the way the Iguro clan did to Obanai. His family sliced open his face, tried to sacrifice him to a demon and then cursed him for surviving when it backfired on them. He had no social interaction until he was friggin 11 with anyone outside of his messed up family. I appreciate how honest he is about his reasons for being a demon slayer. He isn’t doing this to be noble or because its the right thing. He wants to try to purge his family’s tainted blood from himself by killing demons for others, knowing he can never truly purge that blood but at least its -something-. I love how even though he was hurt all for the sake of a snake demon that he doesn’t hate Kabamaru (check spelling) and he treats that precious white snake so well and that Kabamaru isn’t just a decoration but his partner. I appreciate how even though he doesn’t know how to tell Mitsuri he loves her verbally---he’s constantly showing it. Writing letters back and forth with her, sitting with her and just letting her eat as much as she wants, giving her socks that match her eyes because he knew she was uncomfortable at first with her uniform. When she starts trying to explain how she got the Demon Slayer Mark and its all gibberish and he just face palms---not even upset just like “my poor wife she’s doing her best”. The way that he gets jealous of Tanjiro being buddy buddy with Mitsuri is so funny because its so stupid and yet he has Muichiiro’s petty streak, just listing off all the Corp members “crimes” when Tanjiro is like “did these people commit some sort of crime?” I love how he changed his mind about Tanjiro and he was -such- a good battle partner with Tanjiro when it was just the two of them for a bit. The fact that he got right between Tanjiro and Muzan’s Akira-like jaws knowing that would definitely kill him, he didn’t go to pin Muzan he went directly to save Tanjiro from getting swallowed.To me it seemed so clear that in this final battle Iguro accepted Tanjiro and supported him, they worked as a team and Loner Iguro is good at it I can’t wait to see him in the new anime content.

7. Kocho Shinobu

Shinobu is also kind of a typical anime girl but I still like her. Short angry girl is a pretty common trope but she does it well. I love that she is biting and vicious with a smile on her face, kind of like what you expect from the stereotypical mean rich girl, but you can tell that’s also not Shinobu because she will -actually- mess you up in a heartbeat. I love that she’s not a “mean girl”, she loves her friends and her butterfly girls and she cares a lot about people and she’s not ashamed of being a “healer”. I love that instead of writing herself off, “I’m small and therefore can’t fight the same as everyone else” she figured out a method that worked for her, and it is probably one of the worst ways a demon can die---it’s definitely the most painful. I love how one way she showed Kanae her love for her was choosing to always smile even though she’s never actually happy. That it’s not forced positivity, and Kanae wasn’t asking that of her. But it was “My sister loved my smile, so I will continue to smile for her.” I love how she is constantly stepping in to show support to the characters. Talking to Kyojuro before he left, confronting Mitsuri about her starving herself once she found out about it, encouraging and showing happiness for Kanao starting to speak up for herself and being a sort of mother figure for Inosuke where she cared for him but was also able to discipline him in a way that no one else really could. I do feel like her best interactions are when she’s with Zenitsu, Douma and Giyuu but it could just be that I find those moments with her to be the most fun and entertaining.

8. Tokito Giyuu

Giyuu’s is kinda funny because he’s typically the type of anime character who is my favorite in a series but compared to the previous 7, yeah he’s here. I do love that he’s a tried and true introvert, like he is a devoted Hashira but at the same time gives off the Shikamaru vibe of “Gosh I’d rather be at home”. I enjoy that even though he has a bond with Tanjiro that doesn’t like cure him of his introvertness, he still gets overwhelmed by Tanjiro sometimes and is just like “no, not today” and tries to split. I love that that’s not really attempted to get fixed, that’s just how Giyuu is and that’s okay. He still has moments of joy and sass and all the other feelings but there’s no “we need to heal Giyuu” thread in the story besides the side story of everyone trying to get him smile/laugh. I will always be saddened by the fact that he for the longest time didn’t feel like he was a Hashira and just wrote himself off but I also kind of like how the Hashira weren’t suddenly like, “That’s crazy, we love and accept you Giyuu!” But by the end I feel like he was mostly accepted, particularly by Sanemi which was nice since those two were almost like unspoken rivals it felt like. His scenes with Tanjiro and Shinobu are the best to me, because he obviously cares about Tanjiro a lot while he simultaneously just has no idea what to do with this kid unless he’s fighting alongside him. I love his dynamic with Shinobu, its not one I usually love a lot but theirs is so much fun and Shinobu really brings out Giyuu’s sass and sarcasm which is fun to see especially with him doing it deadpan. I appreciate Giyuu’s struggle as a character because I feel like its one that a lot of us can relate to and its nice to see him accept and grow comfortable with himself as the story progresses.

9. Himejima Gyomei

I will probably get a lot of hate for this one, but oh well. Unlike the other Hashira where I do like them on some level, I don’t like Gyomei at all. If you pushed me I guess I would say his extremely impractical weapon? But like, that’s really reaching. I feel like the only reason I don’t immediately forget about him is because he’s massive and is always crying with his hands in prayer stance. He’s a monk but like in name only. Maybe its just because there wasn’t enough time but I can’t think of a single time where Gyomei showed monk behavior besides saying “Namu Amida Butsu” and Genya mentions that the mantra he used fighting the Emotion Demons was something he learned from Gyomei but nothing past that. Even his crying seems to be more of an at-random thing and not a “he’s feeling deep or spiritual emotions”. We never get an explanaton for why he cries all the time and then suddenly doesn’t cry during his fighting and gets all….macho? I guess I would call it. But yeah look at that conversation between him and Tanjiro at the boulder, if those are spiritual teachings they are not good ones…so to me he doesn’t practice what he preaches, but we also aren’t really shown what he believes spiritually.

My biggest issue with him is his attitude towards children. He was bitter and mistrustful towards children after the demon attack because the TRAUMATIZED FOUR YEAR OLD didn’t express gratitude for him saving her life. Children struggle with expressing gratitude period, especially that young, they definitely aren’t going to be thinking about expressing gratitude after going through watching you bash another adult’s skull in.

And because of this he believes that children “Are pure and innocent. Weak. They lie easily…are casually cruel…and selfish.” Children are this way unless they are taught correctly, adults are this way even if they ARE taught correctly. Children’s brains aren’t fully developed at four years old, and yeah, Gyomei doesn’t know that science but seeing as he was raising other kids there, he should understand kids better than he does. Children lie easily because at that young of an age the worst thing that can happen to you is getting in trouble, so you lie to avoid it. You have to be taught how to deal with that properly. Children are not “casually cruel”, they don’t understand that their words and actions impact other people’s emotions and feelings the way that adults do they have to be shown and taught it, just like everyone else. That’s not something that just comes from predisposition. Children are selfish? So are adults, and children don’t become selfless unless they are shown and taught it. Gyomei went through this trauma too, so I don’t blame him for his knee jerk reaction being upset at the child, but the fact that afterwards he stayed upset and decided that children are all these things, and staying upset that she didn’t show gratitude? That’s ridiculous.

#demon slayer #kyojuro rengoku #flame hashira #demon slayer mugen train #rengoku kyojuro #flame pillar #set your heart ablaze #mitsuri kanroji #iguro obanai #muichiro tokito #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kochou #sanemi shinaguzawa #anon ask #hashira rank #sorry this too so long buut i have been going through a lot and there was a lot to write #my opinions

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Hollow Spectators

Relation: Young Justice x platonic! gn! reader

Warnings: Kinda angsty Idk how to describe this, character injury(ok yeah it's angsty), language

Words: 1.0k

Summary: "Everyone wishes they had superpowers but I’d give anything for them to leave me alone.”

A part 2 loosely based off of Dead or Alive or Neither

A/N: I DID IT!!!! I POSTED!!!!! Anyway, I'm really happy about how this turned out! I've even got an idea for a part 3 if anyone is interested. I hope you all enjoy and please consider leaving me some feedback once you're done with the story!

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The worst part was that they would follow him around like lost puppies. Always by his side or a short distance away, like they were afraid they would lose him. Tragically, they were already lost.

The Graysons were a rowdy bunch. It made sense that they’d been a part of the circus, always trying to brush hands with death. Unfortunately I never got to see the family business, though Dicks showed me a few photos here and there. The smile that would paint his face when he talked about his childhood only got brighter as he got older.

He still missed them; can’t imagine he wouldn’t. Though despite his youthful tragedy, he’d grown into quite the gentleman. I wanted him to keep growing. That’s why I couldn’t let them talk to him.

“Please, please, let us talk to our son,” She weeped, drifting closer to my seat at the counter.

It was just Dick and I in the watchtower. Being on watch duty was never a particularly exciting event, but he made it bearable. He’d mostly spend his time cooking or looking through files while I tried to ignore his overbearing parents.

Despite what they think we’ve never been anything more than friends, I’d even go as far to him my brother. He needed an older sibling and I gladly took up the position. We’ve spent a majority of our teen years together, celebrating together, and grieving together. I’d even stayed in the manor a few times. He was the little sunshine I needed in my rather gloomy life.

“You're selfish and shallow. Let us talk to our son,” as Dick passed me a glass of water I thanked him softly, not bothering to look at the hollow spectators. Nodding back he leaned against the counter and we slipped into our usual conversation.

Talking about everything from the weather to his new job with Will. I didn’t even flinch at the hateful comment thrown towards me. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t heard before. I soon started to talk about myself and my pursuit of my master's degree. Through the conversation I watched Dick start to bite the inside of his cheek.

That that was a nervous tick of his, one that only happened when he was about to drop a bomb on me.

“You're a monster. You don’t deserve to have the meta gene. You're no hero.`

My concentration on our conversation quickly broke. I knew they were trying to piss me off, and they sure were doing a good job at it. Trying to casually glance at them my eyes hardened. They were standing where Dick was, next to the open cabinet of glassware. “You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve to know our son-”

“I’m going to propose to Barba.”

Almost as if I forgot there where there I turned back too look at him.My face widening to a grin, as he nodding back excitedly like a little kid. He was going to marry the love of his life. He was going to be so happy-

Before I could finish my thought, I felt a dense pain consume the side of my face. Following the impact on my head, the shards broke into smaller pieces, respectively knocking me off the stool. Hitting the floor I was too shocked to brace myself for impact, meeting the glass shards that had fallen down just seconds before. A large ground left my mouth.

As soon as my eyes carefully reopened I looked towards the culprit, “You pasty son of a bitch.” I didn’t get another chance to look at them before Dick covered my view. He cradled my neck in his hands and spoke words that I could bother hearing. I was more concerned with the looming desire to sleep, or how the hell his mom was able to throw a vase at me.

***

“We swept the entire building. Every camera, every sensor, even every air vent. We would have seen them if they had come into the Watchtower.”

Groaning awake I found myself surrounded by familiar heroes dressed in black. Dick, or well now, Nightwing, sat on the chair beside me while Batman stood at the foot of my bed. Next to him were Robin and Spoiler as Barbra entered through the door. They continued to theorize about my attacker for the next few minutes while I patiently listened.

After hearing the most obscure of theories I decided to sit up in bed. It was anything but comfortable; I just wanted to look at least a little presentable. Placing a hand on my wrapped forehead I looked to the man himself.

“Did you know who it was who attacked you?” He asked me.

‘Yes. Yes I did. It was Dicks parents who refused to move on while they had the chance and have now grown bitter. Apparently bitter enough to throw a vase at my head. I have no clue how they did that by the way. Did I mention she is snickering behind you Bruce? She is enjoying the hell out of this. Wait sorry, you don’t know yet do you, I CAN SEE DEAD PEOPLE! AND I'M LOSING MY MIND OVER HERE BECAUSE I CAN’T GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT HAVING SOME NOSEY, SELFISH, ANNOYING SON OF A BITCH FOLLOWING ME AROUND-’

“Did you?”

“Batman, can I have a word with you? Alone?”

Their family turned from me to Batman, curiously awaiting his answer. It didn’t take long though before he started pushing them out the medbay door. I let my gaze drop into my lap, not knowing if I was ready to tell him or not, though he beat me to the chase.

“Your meta genes have activated. Haven’t they?” His eyes were cold as he questioned me. To him I was now an unpredictable variable and Bruce doesn't like things he can’t control.

“They’ve always been activated,” I started, “Though they’ve never been useful. Everyone wishes they had superpowers but I’d give anything for them to leave me alone.”

“Who’s them?”

“They’re everywhere. A few of them are in the watchtower as we speak. Though the worst ones always follow my friends around. They’re dead and angry and won’t leave me alone…I just want them to leave me alone.”

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Finally finished volume 4! Here are my many, many thoughts:

“???”

* Holy shit, Seigi, you have got it so bad for Richard. I’m begging you, please do some self-analysis!

* Noooo not the pomegranate tree that represents Seigi and Richard’s relationshippp. 😫😫😫

* I feel like Richard’s last advice to Seigi was actually for himself.

* Seigi refusing to drink tea with Saul from the cups he and Richard would use. 😢 The pining is so strong.

* HE SAID IT. 👁️

* “Just because I spend every waking moment thinking about him, just because my heart skips a beat every time I lay eyes on his face, just because I’m having dreams about him kissing me every night, it doesn’t mean I’m in love with him” (21). JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

* “‘Now, tell me, what happens to a young man flying on the wings of romantic dreams when he slams into the cold hard wall of reality? His delicate shell smashes into a million little pieces, scattering his contents every which way, just like an egg thrown against concrete!’” (22). I think Saul is talking about both Seigi and Richard here.

* “Was I being an emotional two-timing bastard without even realizing it?” (33). Lol kinda.

* Badass!Seigi let’s gooooo!

* You are absolutely not giving up, Seigi! Now is the time to take Richard’s advice that was so bad about Tanimoto but so good in this situation. Go to him!

* Tanimoto is actually really emotionally intelligent. I adore this scene between her and Seigi. Seigi really just needed to talk through his feelings, huh?

* So Seigi can admit to Saul that he loves Richard, but can’t admit to himself that it’s in a romantic way. I agree that the lines between friendship and romance can get blurry—I’ve experienced it myself—but everything Seigi is saying about his feelings since Richard left him are so romance coded. Like, clearly Tsujimura wants us to think Seigi is in love with him.

* Please please can Seigi call Richard an idiot to his face? I need to see his expression.

“The Secret of Alexandrite”

* I don’t trust anyone who uses the word “brouhaha” unironically… Or who talks and talks and talks without letting the other person say more than a single sentence. Or calls England the land of Harry Potter. 🤮

* Richard’s father is an entomologist. 🙂 Let’s go bugs! 🙂

* I’m pretty surprised that Seigi explains his Richard kissing dream so plainly to Jeffrey.

* “Was even death not enough to quell the fury of the xenophobic seventh Earl of Claremont?” (103). Oh Seigi, my sweet naïve child. Nobody is as xenophobic as the British aristocracy. “‘It’s an iron-clad wall of bigotry’” (106). HA.

* “It didn’t seem to have occurred to him that the four years Richard had spent ‘running away’ was really just ‘moving’ and ‘having a career’” (115). Idk why I find this so funny. It’s not even sarcastic—it’s just facts.

* Frankly, fuck you, Jeffrey. It’s been a while since I watched the anime, but I remember Jeffrey being a lot more goofy and sympathetic than this. Either they toned him down for the show or I had severe fandom brain. (Okay, I forgot he was just trying to protect Henry, but he’s still an ass!)

* “He was looking at me with an expression of pure joy. It was the same look you’d give a beloved pet when you’re thinking, ‘Man, what a stupid little guy you are’” (130). Lol I have made this face many times at my dog. Love her so much!

“Follow the Lapis Lazuli”

* Richard leaving secret notes and showing up at the museum in drag is so iconic. What a drama queen.

* Me whenever Richard calls Seigi “my knight in shining armor”: 😳😳😳

* Nurse!Richard unlocked

* Richard hugging Seigi and squeezing him till it hurts 🥲

* “Richard enunciated the two-word idiom with the precision of a vocabulary exercise. I don’t think I’d ever heard someone say ‘Eat shit,’ with such clear and perfect intonation. He put his whole body into that one” (161). Richard, I love you so much for this. The way this paragraph was translated too, is just so hilarious.

* Wow, I’m getting really emotional about Richard taking care of Seigi like this. Please can somebody do this for me?

* Richard’s violent responses to boys confessing their romantic attraction to him is interesting. Although Richard never directly says that he’s bi, he doesn’t shut down the idea that he could be attracted to a man. But I feel like that conclusion has come after a lot of struggle with internalized homophobia. The British aristocracy is not known for being accepting of queerness, and since we know what a racist shit bag Richard’s great-grandfather was, I doubt his family had a history of accepting other forms of difference. Richard says he’s struggled with the boundaries of friendship. Maybe because he did feel romantic attraction to those friends. But he ended up lashing out once the other boy would acknowledge the romantic nature of his actions, because he couldn’t accept that he was also attracted to these boys. That would be wrong. I think it’s only once he distanced himself from his family that Richard was able to analyze his feelings with a more open minded perspective.

“The Gospel of White Sapphire”

* Even though I know Seigi has a plan, it’s still very unsettling to see him going along with Jeffrey so convincingly. And poor Richard is so confused and betrayed. 😞

* Instead of Seigi’s whole life flashing before his eyes as he prepares to destroy the diamond, it’s just the moments he felt closest to Richard. 🥲

* Okay Seigi wtf? After all this time and everything he’s done for you? Why can you not see that Richard cares about you very much? How the fuck could you possibly think that he could just move on after you got thrown in prison for saving him from the stupid will? Freaking delusional! And giving him the pudding recipe?! I need to shake this man like a rag doll.

* Richard. You cannot say things like “When you threw that stone, it rekindled my love for you,” and then be like “haha just kidding.” No.

* “When Richard finished, he gently raised his right hand and placed it on my cheek. The same hand he so carefully handled gemstones with. It was soft, and cold, and tender” (227). I got fucking chills!

* Pages 224-229. 🥹🥹🥹 Tsujimura’s writing is so beautiful here. They crafted this intimate moment so well.

* This situation where Richard and Seigi both did incomprehensible things in order to protect the other is giving me serious Good Omens vibes. At least Richard and Seigi are a hell of a lot better at communicating than Aziraphale and Crowley!

* Seigi making Richard pudding to cheer him up right after the conversation in which Richard told him not to over exert himself trying to be useful and make others happy. But Seigi himself said that when Richard is happy, Seigi is happy. So I guess there truly aren’t anything lengths Seigi wouldn’t go to to ensure Richard’s happiness. I mean, he was prepared to take on £300 million in debt and go to prison if it meant Richard could be happy with someone else. So…

* It’s good to know that Seigi doesn’t call his mom “Hiromi” because of some falling out they had. They don’t seem particularly close now, but at least they’re on good terms.

* “We talked about the things that scared us—for me, it was my family members’ tears, and for Richard, it was the mirror” (253). Heart crushed at my feet omg Richard 😢

* They literally exchanged rings and are being so sweet I’m dhdjdjdk

* “I shut my mouth and straightened up, and Richard touched my cheek with his hand. At least, I think it was his hand. It was probably his hand. His blond hair tickled my ear and then pulled away again” (262). HAHAHAHHAAAAAA

* For real though, Seigi works so well as an unreliable narrator because he’s not purposedfully misleading the reader. He genuinely is so self-deluded about his relationship with Richard.

* “Honestly, I was pretty sure that what touched my cheek earlier wasn’t his hand. But I decided to pretend that it was. I didn’t think my heart could take the alternative” (263). OH GOD.

* Richard saying “Oh, you sweet summer child,” to Seigi is too good. I’ve said that about Seigi my head so many times.

* After Richard teases Seigi that he and Tanimoto might become a couple if Seigi introduced them: “Richard cocked his head to the side. His seductive gaze was dripping with allure. I never knew he was such a ladykiller” (268). SEIGI. Just who is Richard staring at with that seductive gaze? Certainly not any ladies! 🙄

* Seigi’s subconscious truly knows more than he does. Every time he says something that expresses his true feelings about Richard, or acknowledges Richard’s feelings for him, he suddenly starts thinking about Tanimoto. Hmmm interesting. Seigi knows that he and Richard love each other, but his brain can’t put a label on what kind of love that is. It’s much easier to think about Tanimoto, who Seigi does understand his feelings for.

* God, that chapter was an absolute whirlwind. I can’t believe almost all of that happened in a single day. What a ride!

“The Bicolor Tourmaline Tease”

* First of all, this title is incredible

* Wow, Tsujimura didn’t keep us waiting at all for Richard’s return lol

* This whole volume I thought the stone on the cover was supposed to represent Jeffrey’s color-shifting alexandrite lapel pin, but apparently it’s this metaphor-rich tourmaline!

* Seigi is not into this roleplay lol

* Seigi dishes out compliments and sentimental shit to Richard all the time but he absolutely cannot take them in return. 😂

* This is really too much Richard, omg

* “‘While I can’t understand it myself, you seem to enjoy lavishing me with praise. Consequently, I do not mind you doing so. In much the same way, I would like to indulge in the sweets I love to the greatest extent my health might permit, I implore you to praise me unabashedly to your heart’s content. But in return, I eagerly await the day that praising you will bring me such joy, Seigi’” (288). I’m going fucking feral over this.

* “‘Now, what we’re you talking about, Richard? You had the audacity to call me, the man to whom you owe your life, to Japan, asking me to step in to take care of the Ginza shop ‘indefinitely,’ and what’s the first thing you do when you come back? Flirt with the part-timer?’” (291). GSJDKDK SAUL I LOVE YOU

* DID SAUL AND SEIGI PLAN THIS?? WTF

* I can’t tell if that story took years off my life due to stress, or extended my life due to sheer joy. That was pure chaos and I loved every second of it.

“Overcast Iolite”

* A nice quiet story in which Richard tries to encourage Seigi in his own way. And of course, an interesting history lesson.

“Moonstone’s Affection”

* It makes me very happy that Seigi and Richard have dinner together on Saturdays now.

* NOT “THE MOON IS BEAUTIFUL, ISN’T IT?” 👀👀👀 And Richard brought up Natsume Souseki so he knows.

* Oh god, Richard said it too. Honey…

* WAIT SEIGI KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS

* I don’t think I can handle this new era of Seigi complimenting Richard so freely.

This volume was beautiful but such a fucking whirlwind! Can’t wait to start #5 tomorrow!

#the case files of jeweler richard #jeweler richard #tsujimura nanako #nakata seigi #richard ranasinghe de vulpian

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