#so as fucked up as it sounds i love including sweet words and hints of belos actually caring for hunter
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i love making comics that are just "this might make you cry your eyes out but at least the characters are with you on that"
#🎤🐛#i say this as i just wrote another comic dialogue about belos getting the shittiest father figure of the year award#yknow one thing about me is that i love writing belos like mother gothel#just to make it sting more. and it does. it does sting.#maybe not with you but definitely with me. ouch. that hurts.#so as fucked up as it sounds i love including sweet words and hints of belos actually caring for hunter#even hugs and warm smiles#but its all fake. always remember that with my art. its all fake.#the I love you's are fake. the I dont want you to get hurt's are fake.#its like. bad! no! danger! danger! but the boy raised by this man doesnt realize that#am i projecting? always#does it hurt? yes#will i make this comic anyways? sure
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This Time, Let Me Take Care of You
pairing: neteyam x fem!human!reader
genre: purely fluff
word count: 1.0k+
warning(s): mentions of injury, nete being a sucker for you taking care of him, teyam calling reader angel (blushing frfr), the teeniest tiniest hint of tail shenanigans, & mentions of kissing + cuddling
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request details: here!
word bank: ikran — four winged creature used for flying + hunting, yawne — beloved, oeyä — my (possessive), tiyawn — love, tanhì — bioluminescence freckle(s); star, & syulang — flower
note: i hope you like it anon! i wanted to keep it short & sweet. let me know if you don’t or had something else in mind :)
“Sit.”.
The sound of your demanding voice made Neteyam nearly drop to his knees and kiss your feet in apology. He knew that he fucked up. He knew that the words you uttered to him before leaving for the scouting mission was something he was supposed to take seriously, but as always, they flew out the window when Lo’ak dipped and landed his ikran on the battlefield to get a little bit of action.
Your silence following your demand didn’t ease Neteyam’s anxiety one bit. His eyes following your figure as you walked around the healing tent and gathered all the herbs and paste you needed to tend to his wounds. An all too familiar scowl painted onto your face as you did so, muttering curses under your breath.
Before your lover had left on the scouting mission his Father put him on, you told him to be careful, resting your hand above his heart before he kissed your knuckles and promised he would be. Liar, you internally seethed, shaking your head at the thought.
You knew how much Neteyam preferred to put others before himself, often getting in trouble or injured when he did so. You always scolded him on the matter, muttering how he should put himself first for once. It was frustrating to say the least. Really frustrating.
“Ah, yawne, gentle,” Neteyam hissed out, groaning at your rough application of the paste onto his open skin. He knew that you were angry at him for breaking his promise to you. He could practically feel the annoyance radiate off of your skin from behind him. He didn’t blame you for feeling the way you felt. Neteyam was angry at himself too for always thinking of others and taking care of them before himself. Although it was something that frustrated you to no end, you knew that your lover was a naturally caring person and it was instinct for him to do what he does. It was one of the things you loved about him.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, closing your eyes and sighing before dipping two fingers into the white paste and gently lathering it onto Neteyam’s azure skin.
You just wished that Neteyam had an equal balance of both. Of putting others and himself first. You hated seeing him like this, all bruised and bloody from trying to save his brother's ass.
“Oeyä tanhì,” Neteyam whispers, shifting his body to face you, taking your hand into his as he grazed his lips against your knuckles. “I am sorry,” he adds, “I know that I promised you to be careful. But, Lo’ak,” his eyes closed at his brother's name, sighing out a breath.
“I know, tiyawn, I know,” you cut off your boyfriend, understanding what he was trying to say.
You always tried your best at understanding the dynamic between Neteyam and Lo’ak. You didn’t have any siblings of your own, not including Spider who was the closest thing you’d get to a brother. So it was hard at times understanding just why Neteyam would risk his life for his brother and always take the heat from their Father. But, you really did try to grasp how much he cared for Lo’ak and that he’d do anything to make sure his little brother was safe.
All you want from Neteyam is for him to be safe and come back to you in one piece. But it seemed as if that simple request was getting harder and harder to ask for ever since the sky people returned to the planet of Pandora.
“Just…” you started, tears pricking your waterline at the thought of Neteyam not returning to you, especially after this mission, “Please try to be more careful. I would like for you to come home to me in one piece and unharmed.”.
The slight crack of your voice from emotion made Neteyam want to gather your face into his hands and place gentle kisses all over the skin before placing one on your lips, but that stupid mask you had to wear prevented him from doing so. Instead, he placed your hand onto his chest, right above his heart.
“I always do, syulang,” he responded, pushing some of your hair back as it fell in front of your mask. He leaned forward a bit to place a soft peck onto the exposed skin of your hairline where the mask had slightly slipped from.
You only hummed at his reply, quickly gathering yourself before sniffling, motioning for your boyfriend to turn around so you could continue taking care of him. “Turn around,” you ordered, hands pushing his shoulders to aid him in the action, “Let me take care of you.”.
Neteyam let out a small, gentle chuckle at your pushing, turning around so his back faced you. He’d never admit it, but he loved it when you took care of him. Whether that be lathering healing pasted onto his injuries or making sure he ate plenty throughout his day or dragging him to your room whenever he couldn’t sleep, knowing that he only got a full night's rest in your arms. He loved it all.
“After we’re done, we’re going back to my room and you’re taking a nap,” you said, seriousness laced in your words, leaving no room for objection from the blue teen boy sitting in front of you.
He loved how insistent you were to take care of him, pouting when you weren’t able to do so or when he got dragged away by his Father before you could. Neteyam always looked forward to your gentle touches and soft words as you took care of him, massaging his tense muscles or rebraiding his hair when it needed. He often thought about how you would take care of him when he saw you next whenever he got some alone time. He couldn’t wait for you to take care of him for the rest of your lives.
Neteyam smiled at your demand, tail wrapping around your thigh as you continued your task of covering his wounds in the creamy paste you held in your hand. “Of course, angel,” he replied, eager to get into your bed and cuddle up next to your soft and warm body for the rest of the night.
He really couldn’t wait.
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COD MEN FAVORITE POSITIONS (AND SOME KINKS)
includes: könig, ghosty pooh and price
content: black fem!reader, penetrative sex, different positions, cream pie, slight power dynamics, hair pulling, nudes!, size differences, minor sub/dom themes, spanking (briefly hinted at), each individual has their own tags!
notes: FINALLY WRITING FOR VIDEO GAME CHARACTERS THAT DAY DREAM ABOUT DAILY😣 i feel like i just worked off a heavy load, please enjoy this though it was very short. i hopw with this i’ll feel more comfortable with writing for them, plus some more in the future! feedback is greatly appreciated 🫶🏽
KÖNIG > missionary ☺️
| könig loves this position for many reasons, but his biggest reason for pinning your legs up by your chest, folding you in all the right ways, is because he absolutely adores looking at your face during sex. your praise, soft coos and gorgeous expression’s makes his cheeks burn out of embarrassment and how easy you make it to lust for you.
…“a little harder,” you pant and plead with the heavy man on top of you. könig has sharp ears and everything you say is responded to in little to no time. he’s come to learn that when you ask for it harder, you don’t mean fast and hard, but slow, and really sensual.
he realizes that he loves this position so much, because he loves seeing how much of his dick you can take, and he loves insatiable the both of you become.
his hips swing down harder, it’s skin to skin. your pussy takes all of him, but not without a little resistance. not without him knocking the air out of your lungs. your pants grow louder, and your body is getting pounded into the mattress with each of his thrust. you can feel him all in your stomach, placing all his weight into each individual thrusts. he’s itching to hear something though, forgetting that he’s fucking you absolutely senseless.
sometimes he hates that he likes this position so much, because when he ends up fucking you harder, listening to your every command— you lose all ability to respond. he’s fucking you relentlessly. making your body tremble, the words you can manage, rarely make sense; everything’s slurred. “come on, y/n? is’t good?”
“gimme something, please?”
he gives you those sweet, innocent puppy eyes of his. soft, warm kisses to your lips — that he ends up tugging on cause he loves, loves, loves your lips and how they make him feel… during other activities.
“‘s goo’” you mumble, your finger nails dig into the skin of his back, and you squeezing him in all the right places. könig grows so overwhelmed during missionary with you, he gets so loud and whiny. your pussy is the perfect fit, every ridge gets a feel, he scratches that itch so sweetly — he’s in so deep and won’t pull out. is the absolute king of ‘i tried to, really, i did, i just couldn’t you felt too good.” let’s not talk about how embarrassed he gets either, and how much he loves letting every single drop of cum empty out of his balls right into your pussy. do
and his eyes.!.!..!.!.!. puppy eyes all through missionary omg 🥺 <<< looks at you like that when you beg for his strokes to be not so deep
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GHOST > doggy/backshots, asphyxiation, little bit of brat taming
| myself, personally, thinks that simon’s favorite position doggy. there’s something enticing about seeing how your ass and thighs ripple from each thrust, and hearing the sound of skin clapping together. and he definitely likes ass, no questions asked. him and his buddy price who i will get to next☺️
…simon has some obsession with being in control of many things. he needs answers, solutions and plans that keeps him in charge. but all that kinda goes away during sex. sex with you ends up being different. first your snobby, giving him attitude, then you’re begging for his attention, and then somehow you end up crying because he tends to get really aggressive and dominant when it comes to sex.
so it’s taken quite a while to find out how the both of you could find some common ground during the deed; which just so happened to be learned when you both tried doggy.
it keeps him grounded, the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips, being able to pull your hair, and all the ways he can finesse your body and make you feel just how pent up being GHOST gets him. hanging with dudes all day, and getting soft core nudes/videos from his s/o doesn’t make his days any easier. which explains why he comes through the door fuming, a bulge you can clearly see through his work pants and an irreversible silence.
he’s all big, strong, hot, an overwhelming and brute full man. he rarely gives you time to think, he’s pulling you onto his lap, tossing whatever spoon of food you have into the sink, parting your legs and stuffing two fingers into your mouth. then he’s filling you up with them. he’s stirring your insides with his fingers, just enough to get you wet and prepped, because every time you have sex with ghost, it feels like he’s reaching your throat. it feels like he’s stretching you out for the first time, “s-simon.”
“don’t.”
AND HE’S LITERALLY CHOKING YOU. thick fingers pressing into the sides of your throat, tears streaking your eyes, yet, you’re getting wetter on his fingers. he love’s that look in your eye when you start to get a little dizzy. eyes rolling into the back of your head, and you’re so close to cumming on his fingers. don’t ask me why, and if i get into it i will lose my mind.
and little you just loves to tease. you like to cry and act all innocent when he’s getting ready to put it in. he lines up his tip, and he’s literally throbbing, his dick feels like it’s ready to burst. just thinking of putting it in makes him squeeze your ass a couple of times, but then you’re always moving around or shying away from it. he’ll spank you a couple times, “stop acting like a fucking brat, or i’ll fuck you like one.”
“mhmm,” one wiggle of your hips, “do it then.”
a mission he never takes lightly. your face is stuck in your pillow, moaning and whining as he fucks you like a slut. one foot up on the bed, your ass all up in his hands, your back hurts from how deep your arch is, but you find it physically impossible to deny how good it feels. on top of that it doesn’t take long for him to cum — in this position, but it takes him a while to get burnt out. which causes long nights of sex, and love making, and it leaves you bruised and fussy for the next couple of days until your begging for more, which is a common reoccurrence.
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CPT. PRICE > reverse cowgirl, daddy kink 🪖
| now listen… price loves when his partner is in control of sex, not because he’s submissive, but he likes when you control your pleasure, and he’s a man who loves to please. just lay him down, hop on top and you won’t here the end of it, and he likes it in reverse cause he gets to play with your ass while you ride him.
“who’s daddy’s good girl?”
“m-me.”
you sniffle, ruby red lip stick smeared all over your cheeks — puffy sore eyes from so many tears that bled black from your mascara.
“good girl, keep riding daddy’s dick just like that.”
he plops his hand down right on your ass, with one hand gently positioned behind his head as he falls in love with the view of your ass completely swallowing up his dick with each bounce of your hips. pussy managing to accommodate his girth, how’d he get so fucking lucky.
price is one helluva man, and he truly adores making you overstimulate yourself til you’re twitching on his cock, sensitive and bruised all over. every inch of you, from the fluff of your hips, to the dips in your back. when he’s doing anything, really, he likes to keep his hands on his pretty baby at all times, and he stands by that. it’s full on princess treatment with him.
but back to this position, price will gently tell you how he wants it, he’s a totally different man when he’s talking to you, but is nurturing about it. “let me help you, princess, gimme your hands.”
you pull your hands from his thighs and extend them backwards, and he will literally pull them back. hips pistoning up into you, carving his shape into you till you feel numb. it’s tiring, but he’s a soldier who’s done work far more excruciating. the moment he has your hands threaded among his own, your ass his big meaty thighs, that he definitely loves to see you sitting on, connect over and over. the sound of wet smacking, ‘plat plat’ ringing through out the room.
heeeee adores it! and will never not have sex without letting his favorite girl sit on her throne and take a sweet ride.
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INTERVIEW 003
with. ethan landry
includes. period sex, fem!reader
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Ethan is a freak who loves period sex.
At first, the suggestion comes from the sheer fact that he’s horny and you’re on your period. He’s trying to subtly imply that he wants to fuck you anyway, but there’s really no way to subtly hint at his desperations so he just settles with attempting to not seem too pushy, fearing that then you’ll break up with him and he’ll be sexless for who knows how long.
He’s all: “I don’t care about the mess” and “I heard sex helps with cramps anyway”. He doesn’t expect it to work, so he’s noticeably ecstatic when you do agree, kisses with too much fervor behind them and wandering hands a physical display of his excitement.
He fucks you like he never has before, blubbering out praises and a string of sounds rather than words. Gripping dents into your skin with the strong way he holds onto you, possibly more so as a way to try and keep his own composure than because he wants to hold you like that. Ethan sucks bruises into your neck and shoulders, and he bites down onto your skin when you clench around him, cunt sensitive from the double abuse it’s been going through lately.
You know he originally started fucking you as pleasure for you, but the ulterior motives were there all along and the sex ends up being more about him.
His eyes roll into the back of his head when you unconsciously gush around him, another flow of blood slipping out of your walls when you adjust your position a little. His blunt nails dig into the skin of your waist, sliding down all the way to your hips and around to your ass when he bunches the flesh in both large palms.
“Fuck. That, whatever that was, felt so good, baby.” His voice is wrecked, sounding gravely in the way it had before when he’d come to you late in the night, both cold and warm, filled to the brim with adrenaline from something unknown to you.
“Blood, E.” Your response is simple, wavering a little as Ethan’s pace increases, each thrust sending you further up into the bed.
He sighs blissfully, a reaction you’ll attempt to dissect later in the shower. He wraps your legs around his hips as he bends down, crowding your space and altering the once comfortable atmosphere into something a little more sinister, even when his voice drips with sweet sincerity.
“Do it again. Please?”
When you tell him that it’s not something you can control, he looks dejected for a second. But then you see the gears turn, and his big brown eyes light up when the idea becomes clearer. Ethan doesn’t tell you what it is, like usual, but you figure out what the idea could’ve been when he fucks you through the night, bringing you to an orgasm after an orgasm until the towel beneath you is more red than white and it’s even soaked through with the combination of your blood and arousal.
You catch Ethan admiring it when you’ve finished, satisfied with the amount you’d gushed around him. His sweat drips down his chest that rises and falls at an uneven pace as he attempts to catch his breath, a beaming smile on his face, perfect white teeth on display, and his eyes wide and brighter than you’d ever seen.
There’s something off about Ethan, but you can’t decipher it when you’re recovering from some of the best sex you’ve ever had with him.
#🕸️ 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐑#ethantobr!#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry smut#ethan landry x you#scream 6#scream smut
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Hello! I was wondering... kinda cringy but can I request comparing hand sizes with Soldier boy headcanons
Hey love!! ❤️
Aw, it's not cringey. That's actually really cute! Let me see what I can do for you...
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female Reader
Word Count: 500
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only on this one, folks! For some smutty musings on those talented fingers.
Headcanon: The way you love Ben's hands.
You love playing with his hair, slipping your fingers through the soft strands.
But you also love his hands.
Despite the pampered lifestyle he led growing up, Ben is a very tactile person. He likes working with his hands.
You like to catch him when he's cleaning his weapons. He takes them apart and puts them back together expertly. His smooth hands and long fingers glide as they polish metal with a small rag.
You like to watch him try and fail to cook, ultimately burning the eggs. You like the way his hands move quick yet awkward with the wooden spoon scraping across the pan.
(He burns the bacon too. "It's better that way, extra fucking crispy," he grumbles, when you tease him.)
You like the strength in his hands, tempered just for you.
When his fingers brush across your cheek. When they graze your arm absently while something plays on TV. When he comes up behind you and rests a heavy hand at the small of your back. Or when they grip your hips and thighs and ass hard enough to bruise.
When those talented fingers tease you, slipping between your legs and finding the source of your pleasure with ease.
Long fingers slowly dipping inside your wet heat, exploring your inner walls with the practiced patience of a man fully familiar with every part of you.
They know where and how and when to twist and curl, making you utter broken gasps of his name and shudder from deep within.
And Ben gets something he loves: the sound of your voice as you come hard on his fingers, and make it known in his ear...
But sometimes, it's just as simple as laying with him in bed, afterwards, holding one of his hands in yours.
Your fingers trace over each and every one of his, noting the differences of his larger hand in your smaller one. You compare them in your mind: both different versions of smooth, his masculine to your slender. His blunt nails to your longer ones.
One night, you even line up your hand against his, like Tarzan and Jane.
His brows furrow. "The hell're you doing?"
A smile tugs at your lips. "Nothing. You've just got huge hands."
He snorts. "I have a man's hands."
You roll your eyes. Right. But your smile deepens when you bring the back of his hand to your lips. You turn it over and press a sweet kiss into his palm, closing your eyes.
Ben tolerates it.
Or so he'd have you believe.
Really, he just watches you as a tendril of warmth plumes in his chest. His lips hint at a smile.
There are wordless moments when he knows you love him.
He'll probably never tell you out right, but times like these are some of the ones he likes most with you.
They stay in his memory long afterwards. And when the darker ones threaten to cloud his day, he pulls these moments out like old photographs, imprinted on his mind.
AN: Hehe, hope you guys like this one! ❤️
Just so you know, there's a longer SB imagine coming soon (either this coming week or next), and it is ✨Angsty.✨ 😅
I'll probably release an interesting one next. Though the request was a bit niche, I really got into it! So I'm hoping you all will enjoy. It includes reactions from Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben)...
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I'm... a monster —mizu x reader
warnings: not proofread. fluff. she/her pronouns for mizu. slight angst. insecurities.
includes: sweet and compasionate reader. 'weak' and vulnerable mizu.
word count: 2.2k (the shortest i've written so far, make a wish)
summary: you two were playing roll around, you kissed and mizu felt insecure when you called her 'pretty'... and you gave mizu her first hug ever 😭
a/n: i love writing vulnerable mizu... someone give her a hug
You've been traveling for a while with Mizu. Although at first she refused, as the days went by you showed her your skill with archery. Now when she had to defend herself from those who stood in her way, you could defend her back with your bow and arrow.
This has led to develop your relationship and become closer the more time you spent together. Maybe one night, resting in an eater, you went a little too far with the sake and let out a loving and clingy side that Mizu didn't fully know. And maybe, you stole a kiss from her that night that caught her off guard, she didn't know how to react… for almost a week.
But against all odds, that led you to have a certain joking and mischievous attitude towards each other. On more than one occasion, you both stole some kisses to see which of the two of you would be more flustered. It was all very innocent and playful, and that seemed to allow Mizu to let go a lot more.
However, you could still see that there were things that Mizu avoided telling or confessing. You assumed there could be a turbulent past, it was something you suspected due to certain comments that reflected her poor perception of herself. You wanted to help but how do you do that if she wasn't ready to talk about it yet?
Still, not being very clear about what happened in her life before you —not including the reason why she is on a journey of revenge— did not prevent you from seeing what was hidden beneath that cold and ‘impenetrable’ mask.
Under that layer of snow, there was a warm girl with a softer tone of voice who usually laughs at your flirtatious and affectionate comments. Sometimes she didn't even know how to respond to you, her mind seemed to freeze the second she tried to flirt with you back.
But it was adorable, she is adorable.
Mizu’s so adorable when she laughs as you two roll around playing some wrestling near the campfire. She’s so adorable when she grasps your wrists to settled them both sides of your head. She’s fucking adorable when she pins you against the floor and you can feel her pants brushing above your nose and mouth.
And, oh… She’s way more adorable que she gives you a little smile while her blue eyes looking over your features breathlessly as her chest heaves up and down.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked with a giggle. Your face slowly took on the color of the cherry blossoms as those sapphire orbs scanned you intensely.
"I'm... thinking." Mizu mumbled as her cheeks flushed pink too, her lips parting in a slight smile.
But she kept quiet after that, as if she didn't know what else to say. She didn't move, looking down at you with a soft expression. She remained like this for a few seconds before she broke the silence, leaning in a bit closer.
"May I... have a kiss?" She whispered as she looked up at you, her eyes darting down to your lips and back up to your eyes. There was something hidden in her gaze, almost like a hint of insecurity or fear.
The hairs on your body stood up as you heard the tone she used and how soft her question sounded. Also those hidden feelings had made your limbs tense a little, "…a kiss?"
"Yes," She breathed, leaning closer to you. "Please." Her voice was breathless, her eyes closing as she inched towards you. Her blue eyes looked right through you as her breath tickled your nose with a small smile. She paused, waiting for you to make the first move.
Your heart raced as you couldn't focus on Mizu's face very well due to the proximity between the two of you. Her eyes closed so gently, creating a pair of crescents that made an excited scream want to escape from your throat.
You shortened the distance, initiating a shy and soft kiss. Your lips pressed against each other, their warmth clashing together. Her mouth softly opened up now sharing a passionate kiss with you. Although your breathings were getting heavier, there really was no ulterior motive in this display of affection. Not even because Mizu pressed herself more against you as the kiss continued.
When she broke the kiss she looked away from you— her cheeks flushed pink as they glowed a dark red in the dim light and her eyes darting away from yours. Now her expression seemed conflicted: she frowned and pouted while it seemed like she was thinking about something. Her breathing was still heavy but you didn't think it was because of the kiss. With concern, you raised your hands to caress her cheeks, seeking to distract her or take her back from wherever her mind was on her.
Mizu remained still as you caressed her cheeks, her heart beating faster with each touch you gave her, but she turned her face to look at you again. Her eyes were snapping back to yours as you could see deep into her blue eyes. There was a certain weakness in her gaze, however, she gave you a relieved smile, enjoying this moment. She felt a strange sense of calmness wash over her... as if she finally found the light to help see through the dark.
"You look so pretty." You said without thinking much, admiring her.
"I'm not pretty. I'm far from pretty." Her voice sounded a little raspy despite how calm she looked.
"No, don't say that. You're very beautiful, Mizu. Seriously." You smiled warmly, unable to stop looking at her face.
"That's a lie." Mizu muttered, turning away from you. She looked at the ground. "I'm not beautiful. I'm just a scarred, vengeful assassin whose lost all sense of beauty. I'm... a monster."
You blinked in disbelief at what you heard. Those words were too harsh to describe a person, you couldn't believe what you heard. You wanted to ask who dared to make Mizu think that about herself. You wanted to have all the details about why she has that concept about her. But you didn't want to disrupt the moment, you didn't want to make her feel worse. So you just cupped her face lovingly and made her look at you again, rubbing your thumbs in circles.
"Whoever made you feel those ugly things about yourself is the real monster. And as a child I wanted to be a monster slayer. I'm gonna kill that monster."
You could see Mizu's eyes widen slightly, her breathing suddenly stopping briefly as she looked right at you. "I... you..." She mumbled, her face heating up as tears quickly welled up in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" You asked in a soft tone, wiping her tears.
Mizu was still silent as her breath hitched in her throat. Your affection was making her... emotionally vulnerable. She hated that. She couldn't let you see that weakness of hers. "Nothing, it's nothing. Just forget about it." She mumbled as she separated from you to sit a little away and turn her back to you, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Mizu?" You sat on the floor watching her, concerned about her reaction. You gently caressed her shoulder, wanting to comfort her.
Mizu's hands clenched into fists to keep herself from bursting out in tears as she sniffed back. She didn't like the way you were so caring and worried about her... because she liked it. "I'm fine... really. Just... don't mind me."
"How do you ask me that? You're crying, I can't get past that." You moved a little closer to her, stroking her arm. "What's wrong? Tell me."
Mizu shuddered when you got closer to her... she wanted to push you away with all her strength but she couldn't. She couldn't break the warmth that she felt when you caressed her arm. She hated feeling weak. She had the feeling that you probably thought she was pathetic for crying in front of you like this. "I-I'm fi... it's just that... no one's ever... He—"
Mizu's cheeks flushed red as she looked down at her lap, trying her hardest not to look at you while still being next to you. She felt like she had lost all sense of self-control, and she hated every instance of it. She wanted to push you away from her, to stop the feelings of warmth that were washing over her body, but she couldn't. Her arms hung loosely, her hands starting to tremble slightly.
"Do you feel overwhelmed? Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" You stayed at her side, you wanted to hug her but you wouldn't do any of that if it was too much for her.
Mizu remained quiet for a few moments, her breathing shaky and her cheeks flushed a dark, deep red. It took her a while but she finally found her voice again, her eyes still unable to look at you. "I just need a minute more... then I'll be fine." Mizu mumbled softly, breathing quietly. She hated showing this kind of weakness especially in front of you. She didn’t want you to think she was a weak and vulnerable girl.
"Take all the time you need." You smiled lovingly but you didn't move, you would accompany her until she felt better and that stupid that she was a monster faded away from her mind.
Mizu closed her eyes as she leaned her head back against your chest, breathing slowly. You could feel her chest rise and fall against you, trying to compose herself. She didn't know why she was revealing such a vulnerable side of herself right now but she felt so tired... as if she wasn't going to be able to hold on any longer. She needed you at this moment without even realizing how much she actually depended on you.
You caressed her back gently. You wanted her to understand that you were there for her, that she wasn’t alone and that she will never be alone when she needs it most. You didn't say anything else either, you felt like talking right now wasn't going to do much for her. Maybe in silence you will provide her with the answers she needs.
A small smile crept over her lips when she realized how safe she felt with you. You gave her a sense of calmness just by being next to her, your touch and breath giving off an aura of warmth. The warm sensation that was radiating from you made her heart beat faster than before, her cheeks flushing a bright pink. Your touch did something to her... something she didn't quite understand. It was like everything around her felt so quiet and still...
"Do you want a hug?" You asked her in a soft and calm tone. "Would that make you feel better?"
Just by hearing you ask this question made her heart skip a beat. A hug... that was all she had been wanting. The way you were caressing her back made her want to lean into you more, her body practically begging to be held. "Please..." She mumbled as her hand slowly reached for yours.
You smiled softly and approached her to put your arms around her body, wrapping them around her torso. You clinged her to you with some force. Then you raised one of your hands to rest it on the back of her neck, making her head rest in the crook of your shoulder.
Her breath hitched as she buried her face into your neck, her shoulders shaking slightly as she held onto you for dear life. She had wanted this— needed this for such a long time but could only admit it to herself now. Your warm body embracing her made her feel safe. She felt so vulnerable and weak. She felt like she could cry right now.
Again you were just silent and hugged her body lovingly, tightly. You leaned your head against hers, smiling at what you were doing. It was not only hugging Mizu's body, it was also hugging her soul with yours, wanting to convey to her that she was loved and appreciated.
She felt safe with you— a sense of calmness that swept through her in your embrace made her feel at ease. This was the type of feeling she had been yearning for, craving, a feeling of comfort.
"How do you feel, Mizu?" You asked in a whisper, stroking her back slowly and gently.
Mizu's body tensed up at your question, her breath suddenly becoming shaky. "I... feel..." Mizu mumbled as she bit down on her lip momentarily, trying to figure out what she was feeling right now.
"Don't put pressure on yourself." You tried to lull her and held her tighter to you, clinging to her a little.
Your comforting touch was all she needed right now. The way you were holding her tighter to you had her heart beating fast. She was surprised that you were so affectionate and comforting, and it was doing something to her. Her breath hitched in her throat once again as you held here tightly to yourself, your touch giving her a sense of happiness that she thought she would never felt in her life again. It was as if she had been drowning for so long and your hug was a glimmer of hope which she was finally grasping right now.
second part
#mizu#mizu x reader#mizu x you#mizu blue eye samurai#blue eye samurai#mizu bes#bes mizu#blue eye samurai mizu#bes
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Tomorrow's promise
Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader
Warnings: Swearing
Chapter: 3.05
There is a striking absence of noise during breakfast aside from the occasional sound of Jace’s babbling and spoons scraping bowls. It was too quiet—no conversation, no small talk of any kind, not even gunshots lingering in the background outside. The uneasy tension causes the hairs on your arms and neck to raise.
In-between observing Jace attempt to feed himself mushy oatmeal, you watch as Carl picks at his food; he looks so lost. Everyone present was trying their best to look out for him, but he was only beginning to mourn his mom’s death. Sensing you were being watched, you look across the table you’re sitting at to the concrete steps leading to the next room and meet Daryl’s gaze. You hadn’t spoken to him yet that morning, and since there was an unspoken vow of silence, it didn’t feel appropriate to even say good morning.
With the feeling of Daryl’s lips pressing against your own, heat rushes to your face. Just as you start to feel lost in the moment he pulls away, his lips are now ghosting yours. You start to grow nervous when he doesn't say anything, but he finally breaks the silence, whispering, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Placing your hand on the back of his head, you pull him in for another kiss.
“Everybody okay?”
You’re almost startled to hear your brother's voice. As part of his grief, he had been avoiding everyone, including his new baby. You spin around to face him and are glad to see he looks better than when you saw him in the early hours of the morning, his hair, face, and clothes soaked in Walker blood.
After a long pause, Maggie answers, “Yeah, we are.”
You share a look with Hershel, who’s sitting beside you at the table; he had already tried to get through to Rick that he was being reckless and putting his life in danger, but he didn’t listen. The older man looks up at him and says, “What about you?”
“I cleared out the boiler block.”
You hear concern in Daryl’s voice when he asks, “How many were there?”
“I don’t know. A dozen, two dozen. I have to get back. I just wanted to check on Carl.”
You try your best to keep any hints of frustration out of your tone. He could hardly look at the sweet baby girl sleeping in Beth’s arms. “Stay here; rest. We can take the bodies out; you don’t need to do this alone.”
“No, I do.” He walks past you and goes over to Daryl. “Everyone has a gun and a knife?”
Daryl briefly meets your gaze; he swallows the rest of the food in his mouth before answering. “Yeah. We’re running low on ammo, though. Lily and Glenn are going on a supply run this afternoon to get bullets and baby formula, and we cleared out the generator room. Axel’s they’re trying to fix it in case of emergency... We’re going to sweep the lower levels as well.”
“Good. Good.”
When Rick walks out of the cell block, Hershel yells his name, but your brother ignores him. The older man sighs, “It might be time for tough love from a sibling.”
You both nod and settle Jace into Hershel’s arms before standing. Just as you go to leave, you feel a presence behind you and turn to see Carl looking up at you. His eyes widened with worry.
“Aunt Lily?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I go with Daryl and Oscar to clear out the ground floor? I asked Daryl earlier, but he says I need to check with you first.”
His words stung; right now, you were his only parental figure. You straighten the sheriff’s hat on his head and force a smile. “Sure, as long as you listen to what he says.”
“Do you think you’ll get through to my dad?”
“I hope so, munchkin.”
—
“Rick…Rick…” When your brother doesn’t respond to you calling his name for the third time, you say the one thing you know will get his attention, “Richard.”
He freezes just as he reaches the door leading outside. Rick slowly turns back around to face you, frowning. He says, “Nobody ever called me that, but dad.”
“I know,” you say, shaking your head as you walk towards him. “But it got you to stop, didn’t it?”
You had spent roughly twenty minutes trying to find him, and with each passing minute, you became terrified that something bad had happened. He had gotten himself killed by trying to take on too many walkers at once. When you open your mouth to speak, he waves his hand dismissively. “Lily, just don’t.”
Irritated, you clicked your tongue. You felt for Rick; it was obvious he was suffering, but if he continued acting the way he was, Carl and the baby would soon become orphans. When he goes to open the door, you slam his door shut and step in front of it. “I’m worried about you, Rick. I’m worried you’re going to get yourself killed.”
“I’m fine.”
He tries to pull the door open, but you press your full weight against it, stopping him. Rick’s grip on the ax in his hand is so tight, his knuckles turn white. You could hear the walkers outside snarling close by, and Rick was in no fit state to take them on himself. “But what about Carl and your daughter? They need you; I need you.”
You don’t even realize you’re crying until you taste the saltiness of tears on your lips.
“How do I move on from this?” He asks. “How do I even begin to recover from this?”
“I don’t know,” you admit. “I sometimes think about the way we were before the world went to shit, and when I do, it hurts like hell, but it was different for me. The man I fell in love with died long before he died on the farm. I’m not going to tell you how to grieve, because hell if I know, but risking your life isn’t the way to do it.”
His eyes became glossy with unshed tears. “I haven’t even held her yet.”
You say nothing.
“Did you forgive them?”
You chew on your lower lip, struggling to answer him. Did you? In the pre-apocalypse you would have cut ties with both your fiancé and sister-in-law, but in the new world, you didn’t have that luxury to hold onto pain the same way you would have before.
“I was just—” He presses his head against the metal bars of the cell, a sob escaping from his mouth. “We were just beginning to forgive each other, and then she died, and now I’ll never know if we could have made it. But we’ll never know because both Lori and Shane are gone.”
Rick drops the ax in his hand and slides to the floor. You mirror his actions and sit down beside him. “What’s done is done. We can’t bring them back, but we need to keep it together for our kids. And you have a beautiful daughter waiting to meet her father.”
—
While you’re handing Jace over to Beth, Daryl walks over to your bunker. He tilts his head to greet the young girl before looking at you. “Hey, are you and Glenn just getting ready to go?”
“We are just getting ready to go now.”
He says nothing while observing you, checking your ammo, and swiping your knife into its sheath. Beth takes no notice of this because she is so focused on Jace reaching for her hair, not that she seems fazed by it. It’s not until you reach for the long-sleeved top at the end of the bed and place it over the vest top that Daryl finally says something again. “The area has already been checked out; there are hardly any dead roaming. Should be in and out quick.”
Although it seems like a general conversation, the look Daryl is giving you is reassuring. “Yeah?”
He raises his eyebrows and points at your hands. Your fingers were trembling while you pushed the buttons through the holes on the top. Daryl was the only one that noticed. “You worried?”
You sigh, “I’m not worried about the run; I just don’t like leaving Jace, Carl, and the baby when my brother is absent.”
Hershel would no doubt be running point in the cell block while Daryl cleared out the lower level of the prison, but you still couldn’t help but worry about leaving them. Beth was amazing with the babies, but you felt guilty whenever she watched them for too long. On the flip side, you still needed to do your share of supply runs.
“I’ll make sure nothing happens to them while you’re gone.”
You press your lips together and smile, “I know.”
“Yo Lily,” Glenn says, standing beside Daryl. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you guys soon.”
—
“We just hit the powdered formula jackpot,” Glenn says, holding the store’s door open with his foot so you can get by. “I can’t believe we have all this stuff.”
Aside from a few birds nesting inside the store, it looked as if nobody else had been in it in a long time. There were shelves full of baby formula, diapers, and bottles that you placed either in your backpack or in red baskets. You’d even managed to find some toys for the kids to play with. “Thank God, I’d hate to go back empty-handed.”
“And where is it y’all good people are calling home?”
Being startled by an unfamiliar voice, you drop the baskets to reach for your gun. The man in front of you had blood sprayed across his face and a large blade at the end of his wrist instead of a hand.
Glenn comes up behind you, looking confused. “Merle?”
The man lets out a laugh, places his gun on the ground, and starts to come closer. “Wow!”
“That’s far enough!”
“Okay, okay, honey. Jesus.”
“You made it,” Glenn says, sounding surprised.
Merle, Merle, Merle You knew that name but couldn’t place it, and then it finally clicked for you who this man is. “You’re Daryl’s brother?”
He nods, “Can you tell me, is he still alive? Huh?”
“Yeah.”
Merle looks genuinely relieved to know his brother is safe. “Hey, you take me to him, and I’ll call it even on everything that happened up there in Atlanta. No hard feelings, huh?” When he notices Glenn staring at the large blade, Merle laughs. “Oh yeah. Well, I found myself in a medical supply warehouse. I fixed it up myself. Pretty cool, huh?”
Glenn tries to reason with Merle by saying he’d bring Daryl to him, but you already knew that wasn’t going to work. Even if you hadn’t heard stories about Daryl’s brother being untrustworthy, one glance at him and you'd know he was trouble. Merle expected you to believe he had made it from Atlanta himself, and aside from the blood that belongs to someone else, he looked clean and relatively healthy. You look at the car behind Merle, and in its reflection, you see another gun in his back pocket. He notices you looking and lunges for you.
“Get off me!”
He wrestles you to the ground and holds the gun to your head. You try to wriggle out of his grip, but he places the blade in your throat, and you are completely trapped.
"Merle, put the gun down and let her go!” Glenn yells, “Put it down now!”
Merle presses the gun closer to your face, and you tremble with fear when you hear him clicking the safety off. You met Glenn’s gaze and shook your head slowly. “We will never tell you where our camp is.”
“Very mouthy for someone with a gun to her head,” he laughs. “Put the gun in the car, son.”
Glenn reluctantly follows his orders. By the look on his face, you know he’s in a silent agreement that, no matter what, you weren’t telling Merle a damn thing. You’d rather die than lead a man like that to your family. With all the commotion, the garbage-covered street was beginning to fill with walkers.
“Get in the car, Glenn; you’re driving. The three of us are going on a little road trip.”
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ran haitani x f!reader (with hints of rindou haitani x f!reader)
minors n ageless blogs dni
cw: inc-st, dddne, use of honorifics ("nii-chan/san"), slight manipulation (on ran's part), pet names ("princess" "little girl" "sweetheart" "sweet girl"), D/s dynamics (including having rules), infantilization, slight humiliation, praise, degradation, teasing, hand as a gag (to keep you quiet), piv (mating press), size kink, free use (if you squint)
synopsis: ran, after a long day of work, wants nothing more than to decompress with his favourite girl—but he doesn't want to share. ♡
an: if i forgot any cws, pls let me know ! also srry this is so disgusting lol
wc: 2.5k
"you make it sound so easy..." a loud huff departs from his lips, pink and slick with your saliva and his own.
your whines cut through the heavy atmosphere of your sizeable bedroom, a sound that echoes off the finely decorated walls before seeking purchase in the recesses of ran's mind.
"but i need you... don't you need me?" long eyelashes give shade to your gaze as you look up at him longingly. you can almost see him question if you're asking in good faith or if you're simply trying to rile him up.
either way, it's working.
"aw, c'mon princess, you know that i do... nii-chan just hates to hurt his favourite little girl, that's all."
"but 'm tough... i can take it! i've taken you before."
"no, i know... i’m only worried that if you hurt too much, you'll scream and cry and then rindou will wake up. an' if rindou wakes up, he'll want a turn with you… and we both know rindou will be much meaner to you than i am."
your eyes leave his face as you look around the darkened room, just barely visible thanks to the lights of the city. he makes a good point, even though you wish he didn't. as much as you love how rin fucks you, your sleeplacking body might break under his strength alone. your gaze returns to your eldest brother's face, giving him a dejected nod.
"hey, don't look so sad, little girl... 'm still gonna fuck you." his form hovers over yours rather menacingly, his hands on either side of your head holding himself up.
he looks like a God like this, you think to yourself. his normally perfectly styled hair now falling around his face after his nightly shower, the dark purple strands contrasting against his rather pale skin. the tattoo along the length of his neck bobs as his Adam's apple does, as if intentionally drawing attention to itself—though maybe that was the point of getting it on his neck in the first place. your sights trail further down his body, his work shirt having been discarded hours ago, hung up for dry cleaning the next time the maids come by. despite the strain on visibility, you can make out the distinct markings of his half body tattoo, eyes following the intricate patterns the ink has weaved into his skin. he's too good to be true but he's here and he's real and he's looking at you like he wants to eat you—not whole, but to savour you instead.
"so how are you going to..." your voice trails off, words fleeing into the sound of the fan running on the other side of your room.
"fuck you?" he smirks at your hesitation to use a curse word, something him and rin have agreed is strictly unallowed—only for you though, of course. "'s okay, honey, you can say it just this once. i won't tell rin."
"how are you going to f-fuck me if you don't want me to make loud noises?"
his smirk spreads wider, like a burning wildfire across his face, one he couldn't contain even if he tried.
"i’ll be gentle, sweet. take good care of ya." he shifts his weight to his left hand, using his right to caress your cheek, his thumb smoothing out the plush skin there.
“but… what if it hurts? like you said…”
“hm…” ran starts to look around the bed before reaching for your stuffed rabbit, placing it onto your chest, “hold your bunny, okay? cry into her if you need to cry.”
an involuntary whine escapes you, your arms wrapping around the stuffed animal your brothers bought you many years prior—prior to this moment, prior to them fucking you stupid nearly every night.
reaching his hand down to the waistband of his sweats, he haphazardly pulls them down until the band rests around his muscular thighs, his cock finally springing free.
“see, baby, there you go. just hold onto your bunny an’ nii-chan will be right here, okay?”
“okay…” the utterance comes out much less confident than ran was hoping for, but he’s too hard and his day has been too long to give a fuck.
he gathers the skirt of your nightgown and pushes it further up your hips, his large hands finding their way to your bum as he lifts you slightly, allowing the garment to collect around your body, just below your belly button. he leaves your bottom half completely exposed, your cunt now in full view.
“just as pretty as the first time i saw her…” ran sighs, speaking mostly to himself.
while his left hand remains on your body, touching your side with a gentleness not unfamiliar to you, his right hand pulls back, finding its way to his aching cock. he begins to touch himself, teasingly slow, as his gaze drags up and down your body.
“nii-chan…” whining, you give him a pout and ran can’t help but laugh.
“what?”
“want touches…” your eyes begin to well up as you watch him masturbate above you, knowing that the brothers gave you a rule against touching yourself without their express permission.
“what do you say, then?”
taking in a shaky breath, your brows furrow a little more, “please?”
“please what?”
you can’t totally see his face given the darkness of the room, but you can just tell he’s got a smirk plastered across his face.
“p-please… ran-nii, will you please touch me?”
“touch you where?”
goodness, you feel like sobbing. you feel a painful lump in your throat beginning to form and you swear it’s going to weigh you down into the mattress and leave you there, crying, for an eternity.
“r-ran… please? i need you. need you t-to touch me on my… in my… my…” you struggle desperately to get the words out, wrestling with your mind to just let you say the words—those incredibly humiliating words—you need to say.
“your… what?” his hands go back to your bum, lifting you up as he goes to line himself up with your entrance. afterall, you both know he can’t have you sobbing.
“there! touch me there! please!”
ran places a hand over your mouth, trying to keep you from nearly shouting at him again. the sheer size of it engulfs your face, causing you to clench against him, and he can feel it.
he hisses out a “fuck” when he feels your pulsating cunt against the tip of his cock, the way your arousal is dripping down your slit.
ran simply cannot wait any longer. he needs to feel you wrapped around his cock. his sanity depends on it.
the hand on your face presses harder against your skin, the bones of his digits digging in as he starts to sink himself inside of you. his jaw falls slack, letting a strained groan make its way past his lips. it may be dark in your bedroom, but he can see how your eyes dart around his face in a panic, never having taken him with this little prep before. you’re scared and incredibly pliant, just how he likes you.
you draw in a shaky breath, intense and fraught, like with every inch he presses inside of you, he threatens to knock more air out of your lungs. gripping onto your plushie tighter, you feel tears beginning to pool at your lash line, his cock stretching you with a harsh sting.
“there you go sweet girl… look so pretty like this…” ran whispers as he finally bottoms out, his gaze nothing short of absolutely adoring.
you blink and a tear falls down the side of your face and onto the pillow, “i do?”
ran lets out a breathy laugh, nodding while his hips start with a relaxed pace, “yeah, princess, so fuckin’ pretty.”
smiling up at him, you manage a small giggle, “thank you, ran”
he begins to speed up, the sound of his skin slapping against yours getting louder and more frequent, “that’s not what you call me… you know that…”
starting to sob, you partially hide your face with the head of your bunny plush, “sorry nii-chan… ‘m sorry…”
clenching his jaw, ran groans through his teeth, low and needy—like a man possessed.
“there we go, good girl… that’s what i like to hear.”
his cock stretches you open, keeps you open, as it drags along the gummy walls of your cunt. the feeling is almost agonizing, despite the arousal dripping down and forming a little puddle below you. you feel an intense ache in your core, like he’s threatening to tear you open. and through all of this, you feel so ardent, so eager, so good.
feeling you tighten around him, ran draws in a sharp breath, his fingers gripping at your pillows even harder, “fuck, sweetheart… love when you do that. w-what’s it you’re thinkin’ about in that pretty little head of yours?”
you give him a drawn-out whine, all of a sudden feeling overwhelmingly shy. looking up at him, your brows furrow as you shake your head.
“no? you don’t wanna tell me?”
you can feel yourself tighten around him again, but you repeat your headshake.
“alright, that’s fine.” suddenly, ran stops his movement, causing you to gasp—and you’ve got that precious panic face back on—how cute.
“wait… no. please keep going, ran-nii. i-i’ll tell you, promise,” you do your best to talk quietly, but the possibility of ran stopping is just too much for you to bear.
“you promise?”
his cock is still buried inside of you, and he’s just as desperate as you are to keep going, but he’s gotta tease you. what else are big brothers for?
sniffling, you nod, opening your mouth to speak, “was just thinking about how you feel…”
ran starts to roll his hips into yours again, a smug look creeping across his face anew, “how i feel?”
“yeah… h-how you’re stretching me out and…”
moving faster, bringing himself back to his previous pace, ran raises an eyebrow at you, “and what?”
“just… how big you are…”
he licks his lips and his eyes grow heavily lidded, the classic haitani stare piercing through your soul, sending the most primal feelings surging through you—feelings you can almost guarantee are rushing through him too.
“how big i am, huh?” his large frame shifts above you, ran’s hands moving off the pillows and to the undersides of your thighs, pinning your legs to your chest.
you let out a squeal and ran’s hand finds its way to your mouth once again, attempting to keep you quiet as the weight of his body keeps your thighs pressed to your torso. a muffled “mhm” leaves your lips but is cut off by your big brother’s palm, causing him to laugh. the low rumble comes from deep in his chest and you can feel his abdominal muscles tensing against the backs of your legs as he chuckles.
he’s so strong, the feel of his muscles like absolute torment to you, causing your cunt to clench around him another time.
“you’re such a naughty girl… getting off on your big brother folding you in half and fucking you like a toy.” ran growls, throwing his head back and moaning. his head comes back down just as quickly so he can look at you while he speaks again, “but that’s okay, you know that… nii-san loves his dirty little girl.”
ran moves his hand from your mouth, pressing his sweaty forehead against your own, gazing into your eyes with so much love.
i love when he does this, you think to yourself. ran can play all the mind games he wants, can be conniving and tease you until you forget where he starts and you end, but the way he looks at you when he’s close gives all of his secrets away.
“i love you s’much, ran-nii.”
before you can register what’s happening, ran’s lips meet your own, capturing you in a kiss. it’s passionate and incredibly comforting all at once, making you dizzy and sending your heart pounding. his soft lips move against yours languidly, a wide contrast to how harshly his cock slams into you.
“nii-chan wants to make you cum, baby… ‘s that okay?” ran practically moans into your mouth, but you know his question is rhetorical. you know it doesn’t matter what you want, not really. that you finishing is all a part of his fun, too.
you nod anyway, lips parted and wet with both of your saliva.
ran snakes a hand down between the two of you, the pads of his middle and ring fingers touching your clit as he begins rubbing fast, tight circles against it.
you can’t help but squeeze your plushie tighter, tears starting to well up and fall, the crystalline droplets catching what little available light peers into your room.
“you’re so beautiful…” ran still speaks against your lips, as if he’s trying to convince you to let go right there underneath him. “the best little sister a guy could ask for.”
whimpering, you dig the back of your head further into your pillow, ran’s lips having no issue following.
“p-please?” although you’re unsure of exactly what you’re begging for, ran takes the cue to keep going. his long fingers continue swiping at your clit as his cock drags against the sweet spot inside of you, your entire body shivering and your eyelashes fluttering as you struggle to maintain eye contact.
your eldest brother ruts into you like an animal, breath catching in his chest with each thrust inside of you. his lips meet yours once more as he feels you starting to spasm and clench around him, desperate to swallow your moans, keeping them all to himself.
a high-pitched mewl escapes from your throat as you finally cum around his cock, your arms and legs trembling as sobs begin to wrack through your body.
ran’s orgasm isn’t far behind yours, his movements stuttering as he wraps his arms around your back, desiring nothing more than to hold you close as he finishes deep inside of you. he looks blissed out and incredibly vulnerable, so unlike the untouchable God you’re used to viewing him as. still, you can’t see him as anything short of perfect.
as the two of you lay there, you do your best to catch your breaths, hearing the sound of ran’s heavy exhaling right next to your ear.
“you okay, princess?” ran’s the first to speak, as always. you guys could have gone for hours and he could be mere moments away from passing out, and he would still check in on you, still do all the aftercare you needed. he’s attentive and sweet like that.
“yeah, ‘m okay… are you?” your voice comes out as a whisper, moving your hands from the plushie you were holding to return ran’s embrace.
he chuckles, maneuvering his head so he’s looking at you again, the warmest smile on his face, “just peachy.”
suddenly, the tender moment is interrupted by the sound of the doorknob to your bedroom jiggling, followed by the harsh light of the hallway as it creeps open.
"aniki... i believe it's my turn now."
#ran haitani x reader#ran x reader#ran haitani x you#ran x you#pls heed the tags im so srs#tokrev.♡#fics.♡
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Jealous
Pairing: Adrian Chase x Reader (F)
Rated: Explicit 18+
Summary: Adrian’s jealousy leads to a peculiar discovery.
Warnings: PWP. Possessive!Adrian. smut including: Daddy kink, light choking, cum play/eating.
Word Count: 4918
A/N: Big shout out and thanks to @pretendfan for helping me through the seagull problem (mine! 😆) and for keeping me motivated on this one!
[Vigilante x Reader Masterlist]
The first thing Adrian heard as he walked through the door was your sweet voice calling out to him. “Aww, come here, baby.”
He didn’t even question how you knew he’d had a shitty day. He was just happy to finally get to relax and couldn’t wait to melt into your warm and soft embrace.
Before he got to the bedroom, however, he heard you giggling. "Such a good boy!" You cooed in a sickly sweet voice that he'd never heard before.
His brows furrowed and his face scrunched up as he quickly rounded the corner to the bed room. What he saw sent an angry, frustrated heat from his core to his face. That was HIS spot! No one else should be in that spot! And yet, there in your arms!- “What. The fuck?!”
“Adrian!” You jumped when you heard him yell as he stood glaring at you from the doorway. “I thought you said you were going to do Vigilante stuff after work?”
“I was.” He groaned and tossed his head back, “but I wanted to see you first!”
You couldn’t help but smile at his words. Adrian, despite his unusual quirks (mostly the murdering), was quite the loving partner. “Aww!” You hopped up from the bed and walked over to him.
You tried to kiss him, but he turned his head to the side so that your lips instead fell on his cheek.
“What’s wrong?” Didn’t he just say that he wanted to see you, and now he was pulling away?
“That’s my spot!” He mumbled and glared at the bed, more precisely, who was on the bed.
You blinked and turned around, “huh? Pretty sure that’s my side of the bed…?”
Honestly, Adrian was more a stickler for designated spots on the bed than you were.
As you were turned, his arms wrapped around you and he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I wasn't talking about that.” He mumbled into your neck.
You relaxed in his embrace, he was always warm and comforting, but voiced your confusion. “What do you mean?”
"I mean," he started, his hands dipping underneath your shirt, "that I'm the only one that belongs next to you like that."
You snorted at his words and ignored the warmth of his hands. “What?”
Adrian didn’t catch your incredulity and simply tried to clarify. “It’s not cool that I come home and you're cuddling him like you used to cuddle me!”
Your attempt at holding in a chuckle turned your laugh into an ugly snort. “Are you seriously jealous, Adrian?”
“What? No!” His first instinct was to deny, but you both knew that he was indeed jealous.
To say you were a little surprised by his reaction was an understatement. You had never seen him jealous before. Not even when that one guy at the bar couldn’t get a hint and blatantly tried to get you to go home with him, right in front of Adrian no less. Adrian even made a game out of it, how many free drinks could you get out of him! Nor did he ever care when Chris suggested the two of you hook up (of course, Adrian always turned that one into asking for a threesome...).
You turned and poked his chest as you teased him. “You are soo jealous!”
He snatched your wrist and frowned, “no! I- I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to cuddle with you all day and then doesn’t move when I come home!”
“That sounds like jealousy to me!” You snickered, “besides, he doesn’t cuddle with me all day. I work too, you know!”
“I know that!”
"Do you really?”
“What! Of course! I’ve been to your work!”
“So you admit it? You’re being ridiculous.”
“NO! You’re being ridiculous! You always treat him like a baby!”
“He’s a puppy, Adrian!”
He groaned and raked a hand over his face, “I know that!”
“Do you really?”
“Stop asking me that!”
“Stop being ridiculous.”
“You stop being ridiculous!”
“Fine.”
Adrian paused his little frustrated tantrum and blinked a few times as he looked at you. “Uh, really?”
“Sure.” You shrugged then looked over your shoulder, “come, Birdie .”
Birdie barked happily and hopped off the bed, tail wagging the entire time as he trotted over to you.
“If Daddy doesn’t want us here, we’ll go watch the big TV in the living room!” Though you were speaking to the adorable pup, you looked directly at Adrian.
Adrian let out a strangled frustrated noise as you left the room, already once again, enthralled by the newest addition to the house.
Getting a puppy might have been the worst idea or the best idea he ever had.
-
You were half way through an episode of some silly sitcom when Adrian emerged from the bedroom. You had expected to see him in the Vigilante suit after an argument like that, instead he wore only a fitted muscle shirt and a pair of sweatpants. How in the world he managed to look that damn good in such a simple outfit was beyond you. Still, that wasn't going to stop you from teasing him a little.
"No Vigilante tonight?"
He only gave you a quick sharp look as he continued to walk past you to the kitchen. You made a face at him only to get distracted by the way his sweats clung to his ass. Adrian Chase had the most perfect ass and even if you were trying to prove a point to him, you were still going ogle.
When he reached the kitchen he opened up the pantry and grabbed a bag of dog treats, making Birdie perk his head up from your lap upon hearing the plastic crinkle.
“Birdie, come here, boy!” He sounded perfectly normal, no hint of anger or annoyance or frustration in his voice. And of course Birdie immediately abandoned you for the promise of bacon flavored treats.
You pouted, more performative than because you were actually hurt, as Adrian went through a round of tricks for the puppy to perform. Sit, shake, lay down, roll over, all tricks Birdie did perfectly. “Good boy,” Adrian gave him one of the treats and scratched his head.
He held a second treat out for Birdie to see and pointed at a corner in the living room, “go to your kennel.”
Birdie, tail wagging, trotted past you and sat down in his kennel. Adrian followed and gave him the second treat and another head scratch before closing the kennel.
He straightened out and turned to face you, “and you,” his voice dropped from the light jovial tone he used with the puppy to something darker. “Get back to the bedroom.”
“Excuse you?”
Not only did he interrupt your show, he took your cuddle buddy away! What gave him the idea-
“Do what you’re told, or Daddy is going to have to punish you.”
!
“Uh…What?” It took you a few seconds to remember that you called him daddy earlier. You hadn’t meant it like that! At all! You were just calling him daddy because he called Birdie a baby! But it seemed that little groan he let out after you called him that wasn’t him just getting annoyed with you. You weren't even aware that he liked to be called daddy. Maybe he hadn’t been entirely aware of it himself either…
“Hey,” his stern voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Get up.” He demanded as he now towered over you.
You slowly stood up, eyes locked on his his as you tried to read what was going on. There was just the slightest hint of a smirk hidden in his otherwise serious expression. And that was enough. Besides, you already had a safe word established, what was the harm in playing along?
He nodded towards the bedroom and you rolled your eyes as you turned and started in that direction. As you walked past him, he lightly slapped your ass, “don’t roll your eyes at me.”
You hid a scoffed laugh behind one hand. Sure Adrian was often assertive in the bedroom (just as often as you were, in fact), but never in this kind of way. You had to admit, even though it felt a little silly, you were very curious to see how this would play out. You just had to keep yourself from giggling.
Once in the room, Adrian didn’t give you much time to think about, well anything, much less how to act. He’d spun you around before you even reached the bed and crashed his lips against yours, parting your lips with his tongue while he pulled you flush against his body.
One hand cradled your face as he pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours. He smirked seeing how his kiss left you slightly dazed, your pupils beginning to dilate. He ran his thumb a bit roughly across your bottom lip, mesmerizing you with his own heated gaze.
"Kneel."
He didn’t need to raise his voice, in fact it was almost quiet, but there was an edge to the dark fray of his voice that sent an excited thrill through you. It made you forget that you were just giggling at the novelty of the situation. You dropped to your knees so quickly that he noticed, of course he noticed, how eager you suddenly became.
If the way his cock sprung up as you pulled both his pants and boxers down was any indication, he was excited too. If this was about him, about how he didn't feel like you were paying enough attention to him, then you would show him just how much you loved him. You started off slow, gently taking the base of his cock in one hand, a quiet hum escaping you as he twitched in your hand as you pressed feather light kisses first to the head of his cock, barely brushing your lips down the shaft, around your hand until your lips landed on his pelvis. Adrian let out a little whine that turned into a sigh as your tongue glided up from the V of his hip to his abdomen while you pushed his shirt up with your free hand and started slow languid strokes on his cock.
He mumbled a few curses under his breath and hastily pulled off his shirt so you could touch more of his body. Your lips were so soft, and your breath was so warm, and the saliva you left on his body cooled his hot skin. Your hand wrapped around his cock was soft and gentle; you were always so gentle with him, afraid to agitate even the smallest bruise from his vigilante activities.
Sometimes, like now, he hated it.
“Fuck.” He hissed and wrapped a hand around your hand that was around his cock, “harder.” He squeezed your hand and quickly moved your hand up and down his shaft a few times before he felt you smile and giggle into his stomach.
He stilled and stopped using your hand to jerk himself off. “Wait. Stop.”
You sat back on your heels and looked up at him, your head tilted cutely to one side. “What’s wrong?”
“I,” he cleared his throat, dropping his voice and trying his best to glare down at you. “I’m supposed to be in charge!”
Your eyebrows scrunched up but you smiled at him anyways. “But, you are.”
Adrian frowned. Sure you were on your knees, you were touching his dick and kissing what parts of his body your mouth could reach, but he didn’t feel like he was in charge, with his shirt somewhere on the floor behind him and his pants and boxers bunched up in pool around his ankles while you were still fully clothed.
He needed this, he needed you. He needed to show you.
“Get up.”
A hint of confusion flashed across your face, but you would understand soon. He dropped your wrist and kicked off the rest of his clothes before giving you your first command. “Strip.”
You couldn’t help the little grin that started to pull your lips up, “do you want a whole routine?” You swayed your hips a little as your hands gripped the bottom of the oversized tee that you’d been using as a sleep shirt.
He quickly grabbed your jaw in a hard grip, “don’t talk back to me.”
You gasped, he had forced your mouth open and held it like that until you nodded and complied. There was a bit of a scowl painted on his face, not something cute that you could tease him for, a flash of something wild in his eyes that you’ve never seen before and you’re sure not even Vigilante victims have heard such a menacing tone before. You finished pulling your shirt over your head, now nude from the waist up as you hadn't been wearing a bra underneath.
He hummed in approval, his eyes slowly moving down your body until he was looking at the waistband on your shorts. “These too,” he pulled at the stretchy material of your shorts and lightly snapped the band.
You slid the rest of your clothes off under his intense gaze, to which he smirked. With one hand gripping the side of your face, he pulled you into another heated kiss that left you breathless when he pulled away. He dropped his hand down your face, to your jaw, and similar to your feather light touches from before, dragged just the back of his hand down your neck, stopping to run his thumb across your collarbone before moving down until he was touching your left breast.
His sweet mumbled praises of “beautiful” were short lived as he pinched your nipple, drawing out a little whine from you. He smirked and nodded at the bed, "on your back."
Of course. Adrian loved to eat you out, once he figured out what you liked, what had you squirming under his touch and panting out his name, he could hardly keep his mouth off of you.
He climbed over you once your head hit the pillow, slotting himself between your legs, and once again enveloped you in fiery kiss, hot tongue sliding against yours for a moment before he pulled his kisses down your jaw, to your neck, where he elicited a short squeal from you as he bit down and sucked and licked. You had one hand on his shoulder and tried to tangle the other in his hair, but he stopped and slapped your hands off of him.
“I didn’t say you could touch me.”
Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. He liked you touching him as much you liked touching him, usually. Besides, wasn’t he just complaining that you weren’t paying enough attention to him? “You don’t want me to touch you?”
It was Adrian who rolled his eyes this time, even growled a little as he answered you. “I want you to learn.”
“Oh? What do you want me to learn?”
He held your jaw and made sure you were looking into his eyes as he spoke, voice low but clear. “That you belong to me.”
His lips descended on yours again, capturing you in a soft passionate kiss, almost too slow for you to handle. Your heart quickened as you shifted underneath him, tempting him to move faster, harder. But he was not deterred.
You let out the quietest gasp of a whimper as he moved to kiss your neck, first gently, until he was biting and sucking and lapping at the skin as if the resulting bruise was a claim. You whined as he pressed his body harder onto you, his hard cock brushing against your clit and dragging down your lips as he moved further down your body.
His lips lingered over your heart, enough for him to feel the thump of a few quickened heartbeats against his lips before he laid claim there too. You sighed as his tongue lapped soothingly at the fresh bruise before he pressed a final kiss above your heart.
You felt him grin into your skin before he moved to your left breast, tongue swirling around your already hardened nipple. He shifts from slow soft licks to gentle sucking, while he gropes at your other breast with one hand, before biting down just shy of too hard. Your back arched into his touch, quiet whimpers falling from your lips as he expertly played your body.
He lifted his head and looked at you, “these gorgeous fucking tits belong to me, understand?”
You bit your lip, stopping the needy whine that threatened to bubble up, and nodded. He took off his glasses and tossed them on the nightstand before dipping his head back down to your breasts.
He mirrored his previous action, this time starting off rough before slowly and gently swirling his tongue around your nipple. You whimpered again, clutching at the sheets as he moved his kisses down your body, leaving bite marks on your skin. By the time he was between your thighs, you were already so worked up, squirming beneath him, and desperate to feel his mouth on your pussy.
He moved purposefully slow, delighting in all of your impatient whines and the cute way you gripped at the sheets instead of grabbing at his hair like you usually would. He grinned into the kiss he planted on your thigh, you were being good, you deserved a reward for that.
You panted out a wanton sigh as he finally touched your pussy, dragging his tongue up one side until he reached your clit. He circled your clit before sliding his tongue down to your entrance, lapping at the wetness your body was already offering him. He didn’t so much follow a pattern as chase what cute noises he could draw from you; sucking at your labia just enough to draw a whimper from you, flicking his tongue across your clit had you moaning quite loudly.
At one point he had to hold your thighs apart, his nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue continued to lick and slurp eagerly at your aching pussy.
“Ah! Adrian!” You cried out, trying to grind against his face, and let go of the sheets to grab his hair.
Adrian usually liked hearing you moan out his name, he liked when you could say nothing but his name until you were so fucked out that you were a mess with just the hint of his name in your warbled cries.
But as you moaned out his name, he firmly pushed your hips back against the bed and pushed himself up, away from your throbbing cunt.
Slap!
You were so close to cumming and the sudden sharp sting of his hand across your clit stopped your impending orgasm. You opened your eyes in time to see the wild look on his face, your cum shining on his face, as he quickly wrapped a hand around your neck and leered down at you. The threat of his hand against your neck, though he didn’t squeeze, was enough to make you whimper and your pussy twitch and pulse achingly around nothing.
“Did I give you permission to call me by my name?”
You bit your lip and swallowed, not even daring to shake your head the slightest. “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Daddy.” You whined and panted.
“That’s right,” he grinned and released his grip on your neck.
His hands were on you again, rough and hot, as he hooked a hand under your knee and pulled you closer to him. You watched, biting your lip in a poor attempt to quiet the excited pants that still escaped you, as he fisted his own cock, smearing precum from the head to the thick veiny shaft that you were desperate to feel.
Combined with the sheen of sweat that covered his immaculate body, the bright blush that covered his face and the veins in his neck that visibly popped, you were certain that he was straining to keep control of himself, struggling to stop himself from wildly fucking you into the bed like you wanted.
He wanted more, though. He wanted to hear you say it.
He slowly dragged the tip of his cock up your lips and stopped right before he got to your clit and smirked at you as you whimpered. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you tried to buck your hips up, but his free hand went to your hip and kept you planted on the bed.
He chuckled and tapped his cock against your clit once and pulled back again, clicking his tongue at your pathetic whine. “Who am I?”
You were so desperate to be fucked, desperate for him, that you answered him without thinking. “Daddy!” You cried, one hand clutching to his left arm and the other clutching at the sheets.
He rewarded you by circling the head of his cock against your clit then dragging it down to your entrance. You gasped as he started to slowly enter you, the head of his cock sinking into you so deliciously that you could cry from the pleasure he promised, only for him to pull his cock out again and instead had you crying from frustration. You garbled “fuck!” only had him chuckling again.
“What’s that? What do you want?” He asked as he continued to tease you by dragging his cock up and down your pussy again.
You looked up at him, tears leaving glistening trails down the side of your face, and bit your bottom lip once again, this time remembering what he wanted to hear. “Daddy!” You answered in another whine.
He grinned, in any other circumstance you’d say it was cute, but now it was just devious. “Yes?”
You groaned, needy and pathetic, as you pussy throbbed and ached for the fat cock that was just out of reach. “I,” you paused and whined as you tried to think through the fog of lust that clouded your mind. “Need you, Daddy. Please, Daddy, fuck me.”
Adrian moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as your needy little cry sent a lewd excited rush through him and straight to his cock, he couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips forward even if he wanted to. His cock dragged across your pussy once again, drawing another needy moan from you, “ffuck. Since you asked so nicely.” His left hand steadied you in a solid grip while he used his right hand to line his cock up to your pussy.
He slid completely into you with a quick deep thrust, both of you moaning together. Unable to hold back, driven by the enticing wet heat and chasing the impossibly sweet grip of your pussy, Adrian rocked back and forth. He dropped to one arm, his other hand clutching your ass, and dropped sloppy kisses on your mouth, down your neck, your chest, back to your mouth.
You moaned and cried as Adrian stretched and filled you, gasping as he pulled out almost completely only to slam his hard and thick cock into you. You writhed beneath him and hooked your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back and pushing him even deeper into your pussy.
Even as he continued to fuck you, even as he moaned loudly above you as you shifted positions, he chuckled at the way you pulled him closer without using your hands, one still tangled in the sheets. He let go of your ass, his hand roughly running up your thigh, your stomach, groping at your tits before landing on your face, forcing you to look into his eyes again.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked between grunts, never stopping his thrusts, the sound of skin hitting skin, of his cock pulling out and into your pussy over and over, an echo to his words.
You whined, your pussy pulsing wildly around his cock and looked up at him. His brow was furrowed, teeth biting his bottom lip, and his eyes were darkened with lust and yet still somehow shining with love. He came home because he wanted to spend time with you, he started this because he wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you. The realization warmed your already heated core, sped up your already fast beating heart, and your already throbbing pussy squeeze around his dick even more. He moaned and rolled his eyes for a moment as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him flush against you.
“You. Daddy!” You moaned into his ear, earning a moan from him in return as he mercilessly pounded into you.
“Daddy!” You cried over and over, every cry rewarded with praise from him, until you were a moaning mess, unable to form words.
Your world dissolved into aspects of Adrian. His weight on you was a comfort like no other, his sweat slick skin against yours, his moans and grunts and panted breath was all you could hear (not even your obscene sounds could break through), and the way his pelvis hit your clit just right while his thick cock filled your pussy sent you over the edge. You cried out again as you orgasmed with tears streaming down your face and drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. Your entire body would be shaking but for the fact that he was pinning you down to the bed. His own orgasm followed even before your pussy stopped spasming around him, his thrust turning from erratic to slow as he finished inside of you. His growls and grunts dissolved into whimpers as your pussy continued to pulse around his cock, and his whimper turned to a hoarse chuckle as he finally stopped moving his hips.
After a few moments to catch his breath, Adrian pushed himself up just enough to kiss you. It was sloppy, but you could not find the strength to coordinate more. “That was good,” he smiled brightly at you as he cradled your face in his left hand. “I think you deserve a treat for that.”
You hummed and giggled at that, thinking he was going to get up and grab you a snack. Instead he dragged his right hand down your body, never one to miss a chance to grope at your breasts and give your nipples a little pinch. You arched into his touch, quiet little whimpers turning into a loud gasp as he pulled his cock out of your pussy and stuffed three thick fingers inside of you before his cum could leak out onto the bed. You moaned as the palm of his hand rubbed your clit while thrust his fingers in and out of you.
“Come on, cum for me again.”
And you did, body shaking without his weight to hold you down this time, your thighs squeezed around his hand, as your pussy squeezed around his fingers, but he roughly pushed your legs apart so he could watch as he slowly pulled his hand from you. His hand was soaked in your combined juices, he even curled his fingers a bit to gather extra, before bringing his hand to your mouth. He used his other hand to tilt your chin down, forcing your mouth open and putting his fingers in your mouth.
“Suck.” He demanded with a cocky grin.
You moaned around his fingers, at the slick salty invasion against your tongue. You sucked obscenely, cleaning his fingers, and nearly gagging as he pushed his fingers further into your mouth.
“Mmm, good girl.” He hummed as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, strings of saliva coating his fingers now instead of cum.
Your pussy twitched at his praise, but you barely had time to gasp for a breath before his lips were on yours, tongue sliding into your mouth and against your own tongue as if he were trying to taste the combined essence that you swallowed from his hand.
He pulled away, grinning as you whimpered for him, and dropped another, soft and gentle, kiss against your neck, then your shoulder before he finally rolled onto his back. Without him hovering over you, you suddenly felt cold and a shiver ran down your spine. Adrian, ever attentive, noticed and wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against his chest. He was hot and sweaty and now that you weren’t fucking it felt a little uncomfortably sticky, but you relaxed in his embrace regardless.
As your breathing leveled out and your heart rate calmed down, you heard a familiar doggy whine. Oh! You looked up at Adrian, he had a relaxed goofy blissful look on his face as he too caught his breath.
“Daddy?” You started, voice a little hoarse.
He let out a faint chuckle and smiled as he looked at you, “yea?”
“You’re gonna get that, right?”
He looked confused for a second before he finally heard what you were talking about and sighed. “He can sleep there tonight!”
“He has to go out! I don’t want him peeing in his crate!”
“Fine.” Adrian grumbled and shifted enough to hover over you, “but I’m putting him back. No one else gets my spot, not even our puppy!”
…
After Adrian took care of the dog, and you cleaned up while he was out, you settled in bed, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he possessively held you close to him, with Birdie curled up next to you on your other side.
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awkward phonecall
A/N - this is based off of a scene in the movie Metal Lords, which is a very good movie and should be watched by everyone.
summary: Enid has a crush on the reader, who has psychic/telekinetic powers. after sitting in on one of this light-hearted exchanges with Bianca, Enid sees a chance and takes it.
"you know, you do seem pretty gay to me, Y/N." Bianca is teasing you, as usual.
you could say the two of you have a love-hate relationship. mostly hate. and not really love. maybe...despise-tolerate?
sitting in the courtyard, at a bench and table is you, Bianca (of course) and a few of your classmates. this group includes Enid Sinclair, your bright, bubbly friend, who's been acting kind of different recently. you haven't told anyone, but you have a bit of a crush on her. you're pretty sure she's into Ajax though, which is fine, you're not gonna push.
"i am not!" you reply, faking offense.
"something about your hair, your voice, the way you walk. so...basically everything." she smirks and you roll your eyes.
"you're sounding a bit like Ariel there, miss mermaid." it's the best insult you can think of. if you're honest, your back and forth with Bianca is reminiscent of childhood squabbles.
"just because you've got Jedi powers." she mocks you, putting on a stereotypical nerdy voice.
"haha." you fake laugh at the lame insult, "spare me, i'll die a virgin if i'm known as 'one of the guys with Jedi powers'."
Bianca shoots you a look, an eyebrow raised, "i didn't mean it that way! i'm not, well-" you give up, and end up just sighing in frustration as Bianca laughs at you. you raise the middle finger to her before chuckling over it yourself.
the day continues as usual, and before you know it, it's 8 PM, and you're pretty relaxed in your dorm, when your phone rings. it's Enid. sitting up, you immediately answer,
"hey!" you greet, excited that she phoned you, but curious as to why,
"hey! uh, how was your day?" her sweet, clear voice rings out and you smile,
"it was alright, easy enough classes. except for Bianca's cruelty to me at lunch, of course." you chuckle down the phone,
"Bianca is always saying ridiculous things." Enid replies, a hint of actual malice in her voice.
"oh yeah, which parts ridiculous? the Jedi part, the gay part, or the virgin part?" you joke, but she goes quiet. worried you overstepped a boundary, you prepare to a) apologise (awkwardly) or b) make an excuse and hang up. before you can follow through on either option, she speaks up.
"well, you are, right?" her voice is low, like she's choosing her words carefully,
"gay? i mean, i don't think so. i guess it's a spectrum?" you tell her, confused
Enid huffs softly, "no, i mean, a virgin. a-are you a virgin?" she asks very quickly. as if she never even said it.
taken aback, you answer honestly, "oh! umm- yeah, definitely. 100%." you cringe at your response, smacking your forehead.
there's a pause.
"hello?" you say into the phone, thinking the lines went dead. or worse. she hung up after finding out your terrible secret.
"d-do you want-", she pauses, taking her time, "do you want to...not be?" she holds her breath, waiting for your answer. oh no. oh no. what a stupid thing to ask! she panics. what she doesn't realise is that, in your silence, you're also having your own moment of panic. oh. oh. is this a joke? i should say something. fuck. a million thoughts go through your head.
"uhh, yes? yes, actually. yeah." your mouth has gone dry and every second feels like an hour of waiting.
"can you meet me behind the greenhouse in half an hour?" Enid asks bluntly, her caution from before seemingly vanished.
"see you then." you blurt out, and Enid giggles as she hangs up the phone.
oh, you think to yourself.
oh.
(bit of a short, low effort fic. just bc i enjoyed the concept and wanted to put it down, also felt like writing. more solid fics coming soon 👍)
#this scene is such a sweet concept to me#enid sinclair x reader#enid sinclair x male reader#male reader#x reader#fanfiction#fluff#enid sinclair#p4rallel-universe#metal lords
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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 27
Howdy folks!
It's so lovely to be back to reading fic again AHHHH!! I'm still taking it easy and not putting too much pressure on myself. I'm also switching to not reading a series until it's finished and not recommending a series until I've finished it, which is a good motivation for... ya know... finishing it. I have a brand new TBR system on Notion that's working out super well for me and making it easier than ever to keep up with the spreadsheet and what I want to read.
Anywho, I've got 15 fics for you this week. If you wanna peruse my other fic recs click here. If you wanna read my fics, click here.
Recs under the Baby Pedge <3
Tender is the Night - Frankie one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin
Summary: Your husband comes home from a trip to South America and the future of your family is up in the air.
Tags: unprotected PIV sex, angst, reader has given birth but is otherwise undescribed. mention of childbirth but not described, big feelings
Good Girls are Quiet - Din one shot by @beskarandblasters
Summary: At the Outlander Club on Coruscant, you try to help Din capture a bounty. But when the bounty makes a move what belongs to Din, that just won’t do. Din takes you a sleazy motel after and shows you just who you belong to.
Tags: canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), takes place when Din is an apostate, bounty gets handsy with you, possessive!Din, light canon typical violence, brat taming, reader gets “punished”, rough oral sex (M receiving), slapping, cum eating, nipple play, knife kink, riding the hilt of Din’s vibro-blade, daddy kink, helmet comes off, spitting, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, use of Mando’a words (cyar’ika = sweetheart), pet names (good girl), no use of y/n
Vis-à-vis - Frankie one shot by @hier--soir
Summary: your bedroom window offers a direct view into your cute neighbour's apartment. as time goes by, you two start looking for each other through the glass. shy glances become desperate, needy glimpses into each other's lives until one day, you finally make contact.
Tags: neighbour!frankie, some serious exhibitionism, naked window neighbour behaviour, a mild obsession between two strangers, mutual masturbation, brief piv sex between reader and an OC [while frankie watches of course], very little actual foreplay, unprotected piv sex, a hint of possessive!frankie, come eating, getting fucked in a short little sundress yahtzee, two* people that need to be thrown in horny jail [three* if you include me]
A Bird in Your Teeth - Joel series by @sempersirens
Summary: since moving into the neighborhood a couple of years ago, you've become close with the miller family. as a young woman living alone joel is protective of you, and he intends to show you how much so.
Tags: neighbor!joel, age gab: reader is early to mid 20s, joel early 30s, no outbreak, allusion to SA, reference to past SA, trauma, nightmares, PTSD, graphic violence, torture/revenge, sweet, tender smut, mentions of past trauma, fluff, alcohol
coming under the christmas tree - Frankie one shot by @undercoverpena
Summary: The way he whispers your name should be a sin—it coating the air, making each letter feel important, essential—as your hands find his belt, undoing it, the sound cutting through all else, even burying a whispered expletive that falls from his tongue. “Do you know how hot you look right now, Morales?”
Tags: explicit. 18+. smut. literal porn from me. oral (m recieving), p in v, praise (jo has a thing, run with it), frankie being gorgeous, minor cock worship, christmas themes.
I'm here - Marcus Pike one shot by @davnittbraes
Summary: Sweet angel baby Marcus Pike is actually one hell of a dom
Tags: reader is described as being in a long term previous relationship, smut (piv, unprotected, oral f!receiving), angst, fluff, description of disgustingly cliché meet-cute, established relationship, mentions of past abusive relationship, anxiety, big beefy cuddly dogs, light BDSM, breathplay, like HEAVY breathplay to some people, physical restraint, Dom/Sub dynamics, Soft!Dom Marcus, Sub!Reader, Praise kink out the wazoo
Don't drink the punch - Dave York one shot by @wildemaven
Summary: You attend the CIA holiday christmas party
Tags: insecurities, jealousy, holiday party antics, mentions of food and alcohol, office gossip, smut (unprotected p in v, fingering, orgasms), there’s no mention of it but reader is on BC, Dave is divorced from Carol, Soft and Sweet Dave, let’s say this is AU and no murdering is happening (or that at least reader is not aware of), reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress with heels and lingerie, otherwise zero descriptive features for reader
Caught Kissing Santa - Dave York one shot by @wildemaven
Summary: Alice saw you kissing Santa Claus
Tags: reader is married to Dave and stepmom to his kids, mentions of food and drinks, non-religious Christmas celebrations and Santa beliefs, alluding to sexy time but no smut, kissing, mentions reader is wearing pajama pants, fluff, soft Dave, one use of ‘good girl’.
Be a Good Boy for Mommy - Frankie one shot by @beskarandblasters
Summary: Frankie cums without your permission. You decide to punish him.
Tags: F!Reader, dom/sub, mommy kink, whipping, edging, oral sex (F receiving), handjob (but not to completion), Frankie whimpering!!, uncircumcised!Frankie, pet names (princesa), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, no use of y/n
Between Blurred Lines - Joel one shot by @livingemkayde
Summary: joel miller has always been...there. never different, always sporting a brooding scowl etched into his handsome face. he's your best friend sarah miller's dad, arguably worse, your dad's long time buddy. things are never different. not until this summer. not until now.
Tags: smut, unprotected pinv, fingering f! receiving, cockwarming (!?!?!?) uhh dom!joel, significant age gap, dad's best friend mixed with some best friends dad (?!!?!?!?)
Come a Little Closer - Joel one shot by @hyzer34
Summary: After babysitting Sarah for the weekend Joel shows you his appreciation in more ways than one.
Tags: no outbreak, younger/domestic joel miller, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), little bit of softdom but not really?, praise kink, multiple orgasms, joel is PACKING and he knows it, no use of y/n, like always if i missed anything please let me know!
Room 77 - Joel one shot by @chaotic-mystery
Summary: It was a great plan at first to carpool with Joel & have him drive to your dad’s vacation house, until it wasn’t.
Tags: one bed trope!, age gap (readers like mid 20s Joel’s like early 50s idk) mean Joel at first, sloppy sleepy sex, reader be havin those daydreams about Joel, spitting, choking, unprotected sex, slight fingering, cream pie, cockwarming, dirty talkkk, slight use of the name daddy, pet names.
Bluffing Season - Frankie one shot by @beskarandblasters
Summary: Frankie Morales is your next door neighbor of the worst kind. To put it simply, you two can’t stand each other. But when his girlfriend breaks up with him right before the holidays he asks you to be his fake date for Christmas, not wanting to go home to his family single yet again. You reluctantly say yes and as you spend time you realize he’s not as terrible as you once thought.
Tags: reader is a baker, two years post Triple Frontier, slow burn, enemies to lovers, fake dating, jealousy, made up lore for Frankie/his family tree, reader lowkey got mommy issues (just a shitty family in general), drinking, mentions of drugs, food/eating, Frankie describing his trauma, some Spanish used, oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, pet names (cariño), sort of ambiguous time skips, Frankie is either a Libra or a Scorpio!!, no use of y/n
White Christmas - Dieter one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin
Summary: You and Dieter decide to escape the push and pull of your families for the holiday.
Tags: oral sex f receiving, unprotected PIV, tummy riding, cumshot, cum eating, inappropriate use of a santa hat, bad family dynamics, face sitting, reader is comfortable wearing lingerie but is otherwise undescribed.
Fluffer - Dieter one shot by @proxima-writes
summary: fluffer - noun - someone on a pornographic film set that keeps a male performer’s penis erect in between scenes. You’re a production assistant on the set of an adult film starring Dieter Bravo, who mistakes you for his fluffer.
Tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), porn star AU, dub con - mistaken identity, oral sex - female receiving, face sitting, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, squirting.
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Cupid kills with arrows
Chapter 15
Gif by @merlinaddams
Taglist:@cljordan-imperium @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9
He has taken to calling her his queen since that nightmare.
As far as terms of endearment go, it’s not that bad.
Aemond gets a blush creeping up his pale and freckled neck when she calls him Star Eyes.
She produced that nickname when they had been getting tipsy with an aged Dornish red and he’d been reciting the most irritating poems he could find in one of the books given to them as gifts.
Aemma had gotten bold enough to compose a very bad poem for him where she rhymed eye with sky and Vhagar to swagger.
He wrote it down, on the back cover of his poetry book, and both had forgotten about it until today when she wanted to cheer him up.
He’s been so tense, the stick up his arse back in its earlier place it seems.
They had been fine until that night at Cider Hall.
He had been puffing out his chest in pride hinting at having gotten her with child and seeing them shake in their boots when they saw the magnificent Dragon Queens they rode.
Then he had a night terror he wouldn’t speak about and suddenly he was acting as if they were waging war on anyone who didn’t see her as her mother’s heir.
Acting as if her mother was their enemy and Aemma too blind to see it.
“Something is bothering you.” She says as they eat a late supper together after making the good decision of turning down mama’s invitation to dine with them.
They had been home for less than a day, he was snapping at everyone for no apparent reason and worse calling her brothers ‘Strong Lads’ while they played ball with Joffrey in the gardens.
Joffrey didn’t even know he was a bastard yet. Her baby brother ran out of the garden in tears thanks to Aemond hinting he had two dead fathers.
“I am perfectly fine, sweet girl.” He said using her mother’s term of affection for her.
The words come out mocking her, making her sound like a prissy little princess who hides behind her mother’s skirts.
He had been as rigid as a board when they were welcomed home by them, cold and civil, and now he was scratching at her with these sharp claws of his.
“Aemond, do not scratch at me.” She warns from across the table in their new rooms.
“Have you ever considered that your mother may love your brothers more than you?” he asks again, not looking at her, as if he might say something else he refuses to voice.
“All parents have favorites; I know for a fact that your mother loves Aegon the least out of the four of you.” What the fuck has gotten into him? He was getting on her nerves with this sudden change. “I am very sure we will have favorites amongst our children, and it won’t be the same child.”
“Hypothetically, if Driftmark were to repeat itself and it was our child maimed for calling their cousins bastards, who would your mother defend?”
This was what the nightmare was about, it must be, it would not make sense if it weren’t.
Aemma is at a loss for words, frankly, she has no idea how this would go.
“Hypothetically, it would never happen because they would be raised not to give a shit about it, at least by me, and their cousins would be trueborn.” The princess said knowing the true answer.
Mother would defend her sons and grandsons because that is what any mother would do. She wouldn’t demand an eye for an eye, no one with a functioning brain would have asked for such high a price unless the assailant was their inferior.
And even then, only if done out of malice.
Alicent had been too busy waging war against her mother she forgot her reason there.
This had been an accident; Luke had been punished enough and everyone else as well.
“Aemma. You know that is not what I meant.” Her husband reminds her.
“Fine, she would likely take their side.” Once she says the words he wanted to hear, she cannot stop. Comes out like fucking vomit.
“To call them bastards is to remind all that the law for adultery in the royal family is to kill all including the children. I won’t be spared should it ever come to that because those who bring it up will say I am not trueborn either to suit their ambitions.
If I am not careful, someone will turn us against each other with the intention of having us kill each other so they can rush in with Aegon because gods forbid a woman inherits over a man.
My mother already fears that you will manipulate me into taking the sword hanging over my brothers’ head and swing it; your attitude today may as well confirm her worst fears.
So no, I don’t think my mother would choose me over my brothers, but I cannot fault her for that because I would do the same in her situation!
Is that what you wanted to hear, dear Aemond?!”
Aemma’s chest is heaving, and she feels angry enough to take it out on something or someone by the time she done.
So, she leaves, she isn’t sure where, she just needs to be out of there.
“Aemma.” And as he always did when they were children, he follows hot on her heels.
“Aemma!” He calls again as she bounds out of the room needing air and a moment away from him before she tells him Driftmark was as much his fault as it was her brothers and cousins.
Yes, he was the worst injured, but he had thrown the first insult and later picked up that rock.
It was as much his fault as it was her brothers and cousins.
“Aemma, where the fuck are you going?” He reaches out to her and takes her by the waist causing her to fight him like a madwoman.
“Anywhere, but here.” she answered somehow wiggling out of his hold. “I just need air.”
“Then let me go with you.” Aemond suggested feeling some guilt for causing her this emotional distress.
“I’d rather be alone.” The princess said knowing it hurts him more than it hurts her.
How do you apologize for making your wife voice fears she hid so deep even if he was surprised about them existing?
Mother was fond of saying how Rhaenyra would kill them to solidify her reign and apparently Rhaenyra had warned Aemma about him and his family wanting to do the same.
The two women were far too similar to each other, it was no wonder they became enemies.
When Aemond hears soft footfalls as he checked on Vhagar’s nest, he turns hoping to see his wife and being disappointed when it's his sister instead.
“I had assumed you would have been with Aemma, but I suppose it’s better she weren’t here.” Rhaenyra said quietly and yet her words still had the chilling effect of ice water running down his spine.
He felt like he was eleven again.
Small and weak, the butt of the joke and always at the mercy of anyone considered better than him.
“I will apologize to Joffrey later; I will say I misspoke and meant the Father and Ser Laenor.” The prince said quickly, wishing his hand hadn’t begun shaking as he remembered how Larys used hot pincers to take out the tongues of those who claimed mother had been father’s lover when Aemma Arryn still lived. “That should buy you enough time to figure out how to tell him the truth.”
“Thank you, I know after what happened in Driftmark I do not deserve such things form you, but you have my gratitude, little brother.” It is genuine and yet, Aemond fears her like a mouse fears a cat.
“I am not doing it for you, sister, Joffrey will already suffer enough when he learns his identity is based on a lie. He deserves a few more years of blissful ignorance.” Aemond swallowed his fear and banished the nightmares from his mind as they walked back into the Dragonpit.
Vhagar was too big for it, she preferred the beach near the caves making them walk back through the caves connecting them to Rhaenys’ Hill or take a carriage.
Rhaenyra seemed to have walked there, something he had not expected as she looked like she was about to pop.
“Thank you, anyways.” They settle for uneasy silence before Rhaenyra gets brave enough to say something else. “I am sorry for what happened that night. It was a terrible accident, and I shouldn’t have threatened violence for speaking the truth. As your sister, I should have never made you think for a second, I would willfully hurt you and instead ensured you had all the care and support you needed.”
He had not been expecting that.
What in the Seven Hells did Septa Teora do with these people?
Even mother wouldn’t apologize for trying to keep him from flying and training after he lost his eye thinking she was doing it for his well-being.
“As your goodmother I should not have assumed you were the type of man to use my daughter so cruelly.
And for that I apologize as well.”
Aemond tried not to stare as she says things, he was convinced he’d never hear in his lifetime.
He supposed his grandsire’s death had opened the path to true reconciliation.
“She told you what our quarrel was about?” he asks, and she nods sheepishly.
“Don’t hold it against her, she was quite angrily mending your shirts when I visited your rooms. She admitted to some things, and I filled in the blanks.
I have known her for seven and ten years, Aemond.” Rhaenyra doesn’t mention him not accepting her apology.
The loss of his eye and his loathing of her and her sons had defined quite a lot of him. It is a hell of a thing to move past.
He will forgive her eventually, he thinks.
Aemma can’t begrudge him that because he has accepted that it will take just as long for her to forgive his mother.
But he must ask, just to get it out of his mind and move past the thing that caused the first marital spat in his marriage.
“If Driftmark were to repeat itself, would you have done to your grandchild what you and father threatened to do?” he asks reminding himself a thing like that wouldn’t happen, that it was his fears talking.
His children would not be poisoned against their kin like mother had done believing they were the enemy.
The only enemy they had had been grandfather who would have killed them to get his wish: absolute power.
To show he was willing to make peace with them and prevent the war father and Helaena keep seeing in their dreams, he offers his sister his arm as they walked back into the caves.
“No, the children would be made to apologize for the accident, she or he would be treated with all the care needed, and the children punished accordingly.” Rhaenyra accepted his arm with a hopeful look so reminiscent of Aemma and Helaena. “We should have done that the first time around, none of us adults should have let our politics and animosity take over. I hope you can forgive me someday, little brother.”
“Perhaps I will.”
#aemma velaryon#aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc#cupid kills with arrows fic#big sister rhaenyra#aemond targaryen x ofc#ewan mitchell#queen charlotte au
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@lovepurposed literally asked for this. ♡ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ♡
Time for another round already, darling?
--Oh. Hello, you.
Naughty, naughty, signing these poor unfortunates up without their consent. Road to Hell and all--though I somehow doubt there was good intention here.
Ladies first.
You, my darling, wouldn't know how to be a proper top if you have a manual and a master class in it: true or true? I don't need to cheat to know a praise whore when I see one. Nowhere happier than on your knees being petted and told what a good girl you are, hey? I'd love to stop here, darling, and leave you to stew in your pretty little panties over just how easy you are to read, but I'm afraid it's time for a SHOW. Lightning round--and--go.
You haven't heard the word "shibari" I recommend you run to your preferred pornographic website and look it up immediately. The same for "cock-warmer," though erotica might do you better for that. If I had to guess I'd say your specific fixation is...fingers. Must be a sucker for pianists. If you haven't been fucked still in or half-in lingerie you should try it--and consider suspension in your next romp, mmm? Got a strong feeling you'll learn something new about yourself you can thank me for later.
And now you. Lets make one thing perfectly clear between the two of us first, shall we?: I don't like you. I'd say I'm sure you're in fine company, but.... Well. Our mutual friend here isn't in those ranks.
So then.
You're a switch of my least favorite kind, specifically because you aren't a switch. You aren't anything. (You're a malleable state of matter dredged up from the foam of the sea--but that's for another time.)
The issue I take with you with all this is because you have no preferences of your own. Easy to misinterpret as "easygoing," I know, and I know you've allowed yourself the delusion of just that. Even "no preference" sounds sweet for what it is. But we both know the truth. The, if you'll pardon the metaphor, hungry maelstrom at the core of the matter, hmm?
You have no preferences because you have no "you." You're a mirror at best, reflecting back what you think others want to see--their kinks included.
There are things you like, of course. Eyes. Hands. Thighs. Things in pairs, you might notice--mirrors. You can't enjoy yourself by yourself unless it's for the pleasure of another, and that's always stumped you. So let Daddy give you a hint why, yeah?
What is left in a mirror when there's no one to reflect?
--And that's time. Do come back to see me.
#lovepurposed#✗ (lp) marin#✗ (lp) westley#✗ guest muse: darlingest devil#ren uses an actual gif!#again!
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dream, sapnap, and c!technoblade x abused! reader
what better way to unpack my twauma then by making it into a headcannons list? i’ll see myself out
wc: 1,146
DREAM
this motherfucker right here, your honor, will go absolutely batshit insane
how fucking dare someone hurt you? like, to him, you’re his world and then some. the idea of someone hurting you physically, mentally, or any kind of -ly, will make him go feral
of course, he’ll keep it in at first. if you came to him with this around the start of the relationship, he’ll respect that boundary. he doesn’t want to scare you away, after all
if you’re anything like me, you’ll probably be in tears telling him this. reliving something so traumatic and horrible, something so painful, is hard to do and retelling it would always make you cry, no matter how long ago it happened
seeing this, dream would probably grab you and hold you close, tucking your head into his chest. he can’t say he’s the best at comforting people, but he really does try. he would rub your back and whisper words of encouragement
it didn’t really click until one time when you two were playing minecraft on your shared console together. you had just successfully beaten the wither in your survival world and dream decided it would be sick to high five you.
turning in your direction, he raised a hand and watched in horror as you sucked in a sharp breath and flinched away from him.
he dropped his hand instantly and backed up a little, face struck with disbelief. someone had hurt you that way. someone hit you and made you scared of simple hand movements.
it took him all but three seconds to be on top of you, apologizing at a rapid fire speed while cradling your face. he peppered kisses like it was his lifeline and made sure that when he was done, not a hint of fear was in your expression.
he may not be able to comprehend it at first, but once he does, he will make sure every moment is dedicated to showing you that he would never treat you like that.
and if he finds out who your old s/o was? lets just say that we’re gonna have a glimpse of smp!dream irl
SAPNAP
baby boy. the man, big teddy hunky himbo guy, will also get extremely pissed. unlike dream, he would express it outwardly.
he has a huge sense of loyalty to people who treat him great. you’re dating him, therefore he feels the need to find your ex and carve out the alphabet on their body with a knife.
he won’t do it, for obvious legal reasons, so he settles for aggressively making sure that you know you’re loveable. hugs, kisses on the face, kisses on the neck. sex. the whole nine yards.
he’s not one for using his words, bc his actions speak louder, so he settles for a tight squeeze of a hug after you told him what you’ve gone through. it’s what he feels like is the best thing he can do for you.
one morning, you’re feeling particularly sluggish and such. you’re busy making your breakfast of choice when sapnap walks in. he seems like a morning person, so the mans is bubbly.
he goes to mess up your hair but stops himself short when you practically bash your head into the cabinet to get away from him. out of instinct, an “i’m sorry” spills from your lips and you look close to tears as you say it.
he just stands there, brain catching up and making the connection between what you told him and your knee jerk reaction to a hand reaching out to you. and for a second, he looks furious.
not at you! never at you, no, no, no. he’s furious at your past ex and how much of a douchebag they were. how evil they had to be to be able to do something like this and make you terrified of friendly gestures
so sappigus grabs your wrist gently and tugs you until you arms length away from one another. instead of a kiss or a hug, he stares into your eyes and with a serious tone of voice, says
“i will never let anyone else hurt you like how they did. i promise.”
im tearing up just thinking about this BITCH WHERE IS MY FUCKING WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT--
sapnap feels your pain and will never go a day without reminding you of how much he is willing to do to ensure your safety. he will go into every day saying that he loves you and ends every night with a hug or railing the fuck out of you. your choice.
C! TECHNOBLADE
blood man. blood god. e man. e boy? e. yeah, he’ll kill something. 100% after you’ve told him, he’ll probably need a place to go take his anger out. that cow farm near l’manberg looking mighty sexy rn--
we all know that techno is probably one of the most loyal bitches in the smp. he has an unofficial claim over the people he loves and you’re included in that.
so the idea of someone meeting you before him and having the absolute gall to beat you like you mean nothing infuriates him.
whenever he’s cooled down, he’ll come back (covered in cow blood probably--) and will pull you into his lap and sit there, hunched over you as if he were protecting you from the world.
and you’d probably appreciate it, nuzzling back into his body. you feel safe in his arms and he feels safe knowing that you’re in his arms.
techno and you typically make potions together in your free time. you both just like to stare at the shimmery liquids and swirl them around. while he’s working on a potion of strength, he realizes that you have the blaze powder in front of you but you’re not longer using it.
when he reached over, all you could comprehend was that there was something moving near your face that slightly resembled a hand, and you just panic. you let out a small yelp-like sound and darted you head backwards, looking over frantically.
techno and you just stare at one another, your expression quickly morphing from fear to guilt at how horrified he looked. techno moved quickly and shoved aside the potion you were working on and kneeled in front of you.
the voices were going rapid fire in his brain as he pulled you into a hug and tucked your head into his neck, grounding you and reminding you that you’re fine. everything’s okay now that he’s here.
“i will never leave you if you want me to stay.”
he’d pull back and plant a kiss on your lips quickly before his smile turned a little less sweet and a little more murderous.
“so, what was your ex’s name again?”
there’s no cars in minecraft but you bet your ass he will somehow commit vehicular manslaughter.
#x reader#reader insert#mcyt x reader#dreamwastaken x reader#sapnap x reader#technoblade x reader#dreamsmp x reader#c!techno#c!technoblade x reader#tw: abuse#abused! reader
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omg so maybe the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation? 🌺
pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader
genre: fluff, slice of life, established relationship, college au
word count: 1.9k
a/n: i don’t think i had ever written y/n being jealous before, it was always the boys somehow so this was fun! thank you so much for requesting! btw, this takes place on their last year of college.
Jeongguk had eyes for you only.
That was no surprise. You knew that. His friends knew that. Your friends new that. And pretty much everyone with eyes could see that was the case in a heartbeat. It had been that way ever since high school, and now that you had been together for a year and he had you all to himself, it was far from ever changing.
There were certain people, however, who did not know that was the case — strangers mostly, or classmates of his who did just not give a fuck about him having a girlfriend he was madly in love with.
The latter being the case that day.
The two of you had agreed on meeting at the library to get started on a project you had signed up as partners for, as it was pretty much a given by now. And although the library was not your favourite place to go to when it came to get done with college stuff, it was the only place the two of you would truly focus in, which would be much needed this time since you had to turn it in later the next day, yet were just now getting started on, as you had both been too busy with other exams and assignments to even think about this one.
So, he had headed over there as soon as his last class ended, going up to an empty table and taking a seat, wasting no time on leaving his backpack on the chair next to his for no one else to take it as he waited for you. Not like said act of his had been of any help, though, for a girl he recognized from one of his classes —one of the few you were not in with him— had reached his side in a matter of seconds, asking if he could help her out with something from that day’s lecture she had not quite understood, and removing his backpack from the seat he was saving for you; hanging it on the back of the chair as she took a seat next to him before he could even protest.
Biting his tongue as he did not want to sound rude, he decided to just help her out in the meantime you got there. It wouldn’t take that long anyway, would it?
Only it did, for you were taking longer than you should have, and she showed no signs of planning on leaving anytime soon as she didn’t even try to hide her ulterior motives with him — from time to time trying to turn the conversation into a non-academic one, yet having to stick to it as Jeongguk made it clear he was only carrying on with the conversation as long as it was about the class.
“You’re really good at explaining” she smiled brightly, looking up from her textbook and moving her seat closer to him, which only caused him to move his slightly back as he nodded — his awkwardness making an appearance as he did not know what to answer to that. “You think maybe we could go grab some coffee later so we can talk some more about the class?”
“I have a girlfriend” he was quick to go straight to the point, informing her what he knew for a fact she was well aware of, for it was not unusual for you to go wait outside that particular class for him to come out of, since it was right next to yours and you always seemed to be done before him — meeting him with a sweet peck on the lips every single time as everyone else came out of the classroom, her included. “And she’ll be here anytime now, so…”
His classmate had seemed to take a hint as he eyed the chair she was sitting down on, silently asking her to leave. Nevertheless, she did not stand up. “I could really use the help in this class, though…” she pushed it. “Maybe you could give me your number then?”
“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be needing my boyfriend’s number” your voice had both of their heads snapping up in your direction, right as you set two coffee cups on the other side of the table and eyed both the girl next to him and the taken seat you knew was supposed to be yours. “Especially when it comes to something you can so easily ask your teacher about”.
Your cynical smile as you said those words and sat down in front of them, was all it took for the girl to send a glare your way before standing up, sweetly saying goodbye to a quite stunned Jeongguk and then taking off without even looking your way again.
Scoffing at her audacity, you shook your head, not even bothering to look at your boyfriend before you started taking your laptop out of your bag and placed it on the table.
“What took you so long?” he quietly wondered, feeling like he was tiptoeing when it came to finding the right words to say, given your displeased expression.
“Coffee run” you replied simply, staring at your laptop’s screen like your life depended on it as you turned it on.
He bit down on his bottom lip, not being able to ignore the tension in the air, yet having no idea what to do about it either.
It was funny, how before dating you he never had other people approaching him like this, yet now that he was in an established relationship, girls had apparently started to notice him out of a sudden. He was not used to it. He was not used to you being jealous. And although he knew it was not entirely his fault —since he had kept his distance from said girl— and a part of him couldn’t help but feel good about the fact that you were being jealous over him, another part of him did not feel quite as good, for he knew what you were feeling. He had been in your place multiple times when other guys flirted with you, after all, and although you turned down every single one of them, it was still upsetting all the same.
So, not knowing whether he should bring the topic up or not, he had his eyes going to the cups from your go-to coffee shop placed by your side. It was your guys’ usual, he could tell — an iced americano for you and hot chocolate for him.
“Is that one for me?” he pointed at the carton cup that was used for hot beverages.
That had seemed to catch your attention, eyes fixing on the cup he was pointing at and staring at it as you thought about it for a second. And although both of you knew the answer was positive, you shook your head no.
“Couldn’t decide, so I got both for me”.
Jeongguk couldn’t help but let an amused smile curve up the corners of his lips, knowing well enough that was your way of punishing him for letting another girl hit on him. “Oh, so you simultaneously went for a hot and an ice cold drink?”
“Mhm…” you nodded.
“Yah,” he called you out when you still wouldn’t look at him, reaching for your hands and holding them over the table. “Come sit next to me”.
“I’m good”.
“Come onnnn,” he whined with a small pout, pulling on your hands and leaving you no choice but to stand up and go over to him. “I was saving this seat for my favourite girl”.
You couldn’t help but smile at the way he had cooed those words as you sat down next to him, biting on your bottom lip not to let him see, yet being too late as a smile of his own was already taking over his mouth at the sight of yours. Loosely wrapping one of his arms over your shoulders, he pulled you closer to him, laughing under his breath when you could no longer hide your smile after his lips had pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.
“I thought I was your only girl” you pushed it nevertheless, earning another chuckle from him.
“You are my only girl” he said the obvious. “Plus, my favourite person in the world. There’s nothing to be jealous about”.
You rolled your eyes, focusing them somewhere else as you snorted. “Wasn’t jealous” your bitter words told him otherwise. “She’s pretty, though…”
Jeongguk sighed, cupping your face in his hands and resting his forehead on yours. “I’ve had eyes for no one else but you ever since I first saw you in high school, petal. You know that” his thumbs drew tender circles on your cheeks. “I didn’t even look at her”.
“You didn’t turn her down when she asked for your number, though”.
“Did I even get the chance to?” he pointed out softly with a breathy laugh, bringing heat to your face as you were reminded of the fact you had answered for him the second the question had left that girl’s mouth. “I told her I got a girlfriend before you arrived, okay?” his mouth pressed a brief kiss to your nose. “Don’t be silly now, you know I love you”.
You smiled softly, nodding your head to let him know it was alright, and then giggling when the loving peck he had just pressed to your mouth was followed by another kiss — a much longer, slower one, as he tilted your head slightly back and sucked on your bottom lip.
“We’re in the library” you reminded him in a whisper, voice coming out muffled as you spoke against his lips.
“And you’re the only one I want” he cheesily answered, smiling at your amused reaction and pressing another kiss to your mouth before pulling away. “Now that we’ve established the facts, shall we get started on the project?”
Shaking your head in amusement, you reached for your laptop on the other side of the table and brought it up to you — then reaching for the carton cup as well and sliding it in front of him. “You’ve earned your lame hot chocolate, you sweet bastard”.
A light laugh escaped his mouth at what you had just called him, leaning in closer to you once again. “And a little smooch?” he puckered up his lips.
Getting a laugh out of you at the way he was picking up on the things you usually said, you couldn’t deny him of his petition, placing your hand behind his neck and pulling him towards you so you could press two chaste kisses to his smiling mouth.
“And an ‘I love you, bun’?” he pushed it.
“Yah,” you were the one to call him out this time with a small laugh. “All the attention has really boosted your confidence, hasn’t it?”
He giggled, saying nothing as he instead grabbed his cup and took a sip of the drink you had gotten him. You were right though, for the attention, love and praise you had given him for the past year had indeed helped one hell of a lot when it came to boosting his previous nonexistent confidence.
“Will you say it, though?”
Shaking your head no, you laughed under your breath and leaned closer to the table as you started typing down on your laptop instead. “I love you, bun”.
Although you had not even looked at him as you gave in —embarrasingly fast— and mumbled the words he had been waiting for, he smiled the brightest, knowing he had managed to lift your mood and gotten some love from you altogether.
Funny how you had came to the library so you could focus on the project, yet all he wanted and could think about right then was kissing you over and over — until the last bit of jealousy you had felt that day abandoned your body.
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A Million Times Over, part 2
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Todoroki Shouto x American!Reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 6.4k
[ ☀︎, ☁︎, ✘ (nsfw!) ] (series warnings)
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : NSFW references (no explicit smut this chapter)
𝐛𝐢𝐨 : You lose all memories from the past five years of your life due to an accident-induced coma, including any recollection of your beloved boyfriend and fellow pro-hero, Shouto. He’s devastated that you don’t remember him, but the both of you are determined to get your memories back, no matter how long it takes. In the meantime, you attempt to rebuild your relationship with him… while also nurturing the spark that’s still very much lit between you two.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : Yaaaaaa babie so part 2 is finally finished! I’m wicked excited to finish the series next chapter and ughhh the smut is gonna be so good omg. Just wait.
𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : shout out to @shotoh for beta-reading this for me, what a saint <3
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🄸t was warm.
There was something heavy on your middle, but it didn’t feel like a nuisance— it was a welcome weight, one that somehow made comfort seep from your chest and fill the rest of your body with a quiet sense of peace. You hummed as sleep’s grasp on you lightened, the cogs in your mind beginning to turn. The hospital bed had never been this comfortable before, and the acrid smell of antiseptic and bustle of the doctors outside your door was peculiarly absent. Instead, a pleasant scent of laundry and cologne lingered on your pillowcase, making the corners of your mouth pull up in a droopy smile.
Your eyes opened as you recalled where you were, and whose arms you were lying in— whose gentle breaths blew at your hair and tickled the shell of your ear. Letting out a slow exhale, you blinked the sleep from your eyes, legs attempting to move, only to find them tangled with the muscled calves of your bedmate who, you prayed to whatever divine presence that was out there, was still asleep.
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However, when you tried to move away, a low groan sounded in your ear, scattering the stray hairs that laid out of place there. Like a sleeping bear, the arm around your waist curled around you tighter, pressing your entire body directly against the hard contour of his. You swallowed, blinking owlishly as you tried not to think about the sizeable semi-hardness poking into your backside, nor the rough fingertips that splayed out on the smooth expanse of your stomach at the bottom of your shirt, the very pinky dipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts and panties, palm warming your skin just enough to make your heart awaken for the day.
Your breath was caught in your throat, and you didn’t dare move another inch. Even if you didn’t have your memories of the man you shared your life with for the past few years, the moments the two of you had shared throughout the past week were enough to have butterflies fluttering to life in your stomach. The feeling of simply being in his arms, tucked under the sheets and cocooned in his warmth and his scent, it all had your body feeling like it was at peace.
At home.
Shouto’s hand was lying open beside your face, his arm tucked underneath your neck as he must’ve fallen asleep spooning you, and not since shifted away throughout the night. His fingers twitched in his sleep just slightly, and you took the moment to admire the long, slender digits. For a man of his size and stature, they were surprisingly thin, almost as if in another life he could have tickled piano keys for a living. But they were also marred with scars and calluses from his herowork— none open nor recent, seeing as he had taken the last month off to watch over you. Reaching for his hand, you traced the lines on his palm, trailing your fingertips over his skin and finding yourself lost in thought. You wondered if this was how you usually slept, if this was what you woke up to every day…
If that was your reality, you would happily accept it.
Being in Shouto’s arms made you feel safe, protected from the troubles of life. You already harbored silly feelings for him before you had even met him, and now that you had, those feelings had only been amplified, each day spent with him a catalyst to the reaction he triggered in your heart.
You bit your lip, twisting your spine so you could look at him. Holding your breath as you finally laid eyes on him, you took your time to admire him in all his slumbered glory. Your eyes loitered on his high cheekbones, the sharp angle of his jawline, and then the placid expression he donned while he slept, not plagued with the usual lacing of concern that he wore throughout the day. He was so… handsome. In all his hardened, heroic glory, he still managed to look like a prince straight out of every little girl’s storybook. And he certainly had the body to go with it as well— the fruits of his training on full display for you as you marveled at his naked chest.
Your heart leapt into your throat when he stirred, his arm around your waist coming to rub at his tired eyes. Watching his grey eye open slightly, your breath caught at the crooked grin that blossomed on his lips when he locked eyes with you.
“Mmm morning princess,” he rumbled, hand landing on your stomach to push your body backwards into his. He didn’t mind the little squeak of surprise you let out, nuzzling his face into your neck and slinging his leg across your hips once he flattened them onto the mattress. Your face felt like it was on fire, his morning… problem pressed firmly against your back now as he moaned in content, scattering lazy kisses across your throat.
You gasped when his hand on your stomach suddenly jumped up to grope your breast over your shirt, his fingers kneading tenderly as tingles fired across your nerves. It felt good to be receiving his unbridled affection— too good, really, as he started to suck at your neck. Your body cried out for his touch but you had barely even kissed last night— this was too much, too fast.
“Sh-Shouto!”
He paused, head rearing back as he detected the urgency in your voice, sleepy eyes locking with yours with his brows furrowed underneath his frazzled bed-head. It took him a moment before his eyes widened and horror replaced the slumber that had impeded his judgement before, his body jumping to the other side of the bed instantly as his cheeks flushed a bright pink. “I— I’m so sorry, Y/n, fuck— I didn’t…” he stammered, embarrassment evident as the pink turned to red, little flames sprouting on the left side of his head while his eyes flew about, unable to meet your gaze.
You instantly felt guilty, his demeanor apologetic. It was clear that he was frustrated with himself. “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I was just… it was just, um, unexpected?” you tried to laugh but it came out sounding more like a choke.
“Damn it…” Shouto mumbled, his hands coming to drag across his face morosely. The flames that licked at his side sizzled out, indicating that he was no longer so much shocked as he was contrite. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, muffled by his hands that still occupied his face. “It was just… I forgot for a second and... I didn’t mean to— to, well, come onto you. God, I’m sorry.”
You watched him for a second, your heart suddenly heavy with the sadness that leaked from his choice of words. For the first time in a long time, he had woken up with you in his arms, and he had forgotten about the absolute shitstorm of the month he’d had. That was probably how he acted when he woke up normally, as your sweet and loving boyfriend— showering you in affection was his first instinct of the day, and there was nothing wrong with that.
“It’s really okay, Sho. I was just surprised,” you peeped, trying to relieve him of some of the stress that he was so apparently harboring. “It’s not like I hated it…”
Shouto processed your words for a moment before one hand rose from his face, his brow contorted into a mix between accusatory and suggestive. There was a hint of a smile threatening to bloom on his lips, but he remained silent as he stared at you.
“I just meant that— well… we could lay here for a bit before we get up for the day. If… If that’s our usual routine or, if you would be interested in that!” You could feel your face getting hot now, the embarrassment transferring from him to you.
But Shouto chose not to tease you, instead scooting back over to you in the middle of the bed. “You always did like your morning cuddles,” he said, mouth turning at the corners into a smirk.
“Whatever, just— just keep your third leg to yourself, okay? Arms only!” You shared a quick look with him, the both of you shocked that you had really just said that.
But Shouto followed your request, flipping so he laid on his belly before his arm hooked out to bring you into his side, nose pressing up against your ear as you were on your back. The butterflies were back and busy again in your stomach— his touch just did something to you, it was both exhilarating and infuriating when he had hardly done anything.
“Never heard that one before,” he murmured lowly, snark lurking in his voice. “You’re usually quite fond of my third leg, dear.”
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The rest of the morning went more according to plan. After a considerable amount of time lying in the sheets with Shouto cuddling into your side, you finally parted ways and went about getting ready for the day. There was a sense of giddiness pumping through your veins as your boyfriend left you stationed in front of your closet, mumbling something about preparation before you headed out.
Mostly, you were looking forward to going on your date. But then, there was also the surprised excitement that came from the sight of your walk-in closet, complete with rows of neatly organized clothes and a built-in wall with shelves and drawers, even a glass display case full of glittering jewels and gems in designs all tailored to your taste. You took a moment to pat yourself on the back. Not only did you seem to have the man of your dreams, but you had also attained your dream closet? If this was truly a dream, you most definitely did not want to wake up.
It took you an absurdly long amount of time to piece together your outfit. It was partially because you stopped to ogle at pretty much every hanger you rifled through, and partially because you were completely unsure of what clothes Shouto particularly enjoyed seeing you in. There was a sneaking suspicion that his preference was for you to not be clothed at all… but it wasn’t like you could go out on your date in your birthday suit. And, that would mean exposing your bare body to him, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that just yet.
But that didn’t mean you weren’t insanely attracted to him— because you definitely were. Just, the situation you were in was a delicate one, and when you did decide to indulge in the physicalities of your relationship, it would be after you had no more questions to ask him. You just weren’t quite there yet.
So, you decided on a pair of dark jeans and a flowy blouse that showcased your shoulders, matching the color of your shoes, belt, and purse. After a quick makeup routine, you chose to spruce up the outfit with a little jewelry, seeing as you had quite an ample selection to choose from. A shiny pair of hoops for your ears came easily enough, but you struggled to find a necklace which would pull everything together. Your eyes wandered over the chains of gold and silver, some shining with bright gems and some intricate enough with just the curve of the metal. It was then that you noticed a simple but very elegant necklace, its blue-topaz pendant catching your gaze. As you inspected the glittering stone, a warm feeling pooled in your chest, and you found your fingers reaching for the jewelry without thought. There was something special about this necklace, but what, exactly, you couldn’t identify.
It was incredibly frustrating. This was the closest you had come to remembering anything since you had woken up a week ago… and while it was certainly progress, it was infuriating to have the recollection dangling just barely out of your reach. You stared at the brilliant cyan gem for another moment before deciding that you weren’t going to remember based on willpower alone, securing the clasp around your neck. If that were the case, then you would have your memory back already, you were sure. You left the room with your shoes in hand, sock-clad feet padding quietly against the shiny hardwood floors while a sour taste dwelled on the back of your tongue.
Yet somehow, the second your eyes met Shouto’s, the feeling of self-loathing was instantly quelled, replaced with a pleasant wave of some feeling you couldn’t quite put your finger on. His eyes had locked onto the stone around your neck right as you walked into the kitchen, and immediately a smile graced his lips as he found your gaze.
You couldn’t help but return one, your eyes flickering to the floor before returning to him, overwhelmed with the tingles that zipped through you. He hadn’t really given you the chance to take in the outfit he had chosen before he left you to dress, and you found yourself appreciating the soft, cream sweater that fell just over his denim-clad hips.
“Wow, you look…” his eyes trailed down your form and then back up, his smile just as full. He let out a soft laugh, head tilting back before his attention returned to you, as if he didn’t quite believe the sight in front of him. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
You already knew you looked good, but still, hearing the compliment roll off his tongue made your stomach leap up beside your heart. “Thank you, Sho. You look beautiful, too,” you teased, trying to downplay the effect his words had on you.
Even though his cheeks dusted with a light pink, his expression remained unchanged, gaze dropping to the pendant resting in the middle of your chest again. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he held his tongue.
Just as you were about to tell him about the feeling you’d gotten earlier, he turned and grabbed some things from the counter behind him, whisking them into his arms. There was a curious look you shot him as you examined the numerous hats he offered to you, one of your brows rising at the variety.
Shouto didn’t give you the chance to ask, launching into explanation without your prompt. “You and I are technically celebrities. So it’s best if we conceal our faces while we’re out in public.” His gaze dropped to the brim of the gray suede boater in his hand, his thumb trailing across the soft material. “I don’t want you ambushed today. The public has missed you while you’ve been out of commission, so if we’re spotted, I’ll have to share you… and I don’t think either of us is ready for that quite yet.”
You nodded, ignoring the giddiness that bloomed in the depths of your stomach at his choice of words. Reaching for a floppy hat, your fingers brushed over his sweater as you grabbed your choice of camouflage. The fit was snug around your head, the silky ribbon tied around the crown the perfect match to your shoes. Shouto put on his hat as well, making sure to tuck the white half of his hair up and out of sight, giving him a faux monochromatic appearance. He wordlessly handed you a pair of large sunglasses, which you slid onto your face without protest. He mirrored your action, choosing a dark pair of aviators that helped disguise his famous scar.
“How do I look?” You asked, doing a little spin for full emphasis. The movement put a little smile on Shouto’s face, his eyes roaming your figure leisurely before he offered a thumbs up.
“Enchanting as always, love,” he replied stoically, the suavity and candor of his response aiding to the warm, swirling feeling in your stomach. But his expression morphed into a playful smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief. “What about me?”
A laugh trickled out of you as he copied your twirl, his execution somehow more graceful than yours. His pink lips curled into a genuine smile at your giggle, ending his mock demonstration in a curtsey. This only caused you to swat at him in exaggeration, taking the first steps towards the door.
“Equally enchanting,” you replied, not a hint of a lie in your voice. Your conviction made Shouto stutter, his grin melting to a flustered purse of the lip. It was then that you took his hand decisively, chuckling as you placed a swift kiss to his cheek. “Ready to go.”
It took him a moment to buffer, but he quickly recovered, a warm flush coloring his cheeks as his fingers squeezed yours. The digits of his other hand curled around the small of your waist, guiding you through the door.
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Your eyes widened as Shouto pulled the sleek car into the parking space, your surroundings somewhat familiar. When you had asked where he was taking you, he hadn’t revealed any clues, preferring to give a vague “someplace you’ll enjoy” before effectively killing the conversation. You probably should’ve expected it, but surprise overtook you as you turned the sidewalk corner and there stood the cat cafe the pair of you had passed on your way back from the hospital just yesterday.
When you turned to look at Shouto, his eyes were already inspecting your reaction, the excitement written obviously all over your face. He regarded you with a quiet, knowing smile as he opened the door for you, the bell tinkling overhead and the quiet mewls of kittens further inside distinctly ringing in your ears. Right as you stepped inside, a fluffy, smoosh-face cat curled around your ankles, brushing and sniffing at you in greeting. Shouto made a joke about the fluffy beast being the cutest host he’d ever seen, his smile only growing when you laughed in return.
Once you were seated, tucked in a comfy pair of chairs in the corner of the cafe, a waitress came over to take your orders. What took you by surprise was that Shouto ordered for you— the exact confection and drink you were eyeing when you peeked at the menu. He shot you a little smirk at the cuteness of your impressed expression, asking if you’d like to add anything and turning the staff person's attention to you. At your denial, they excused themself, leaving you alone with Shouto once more.
There was a palpable tension in the air between the two of you. Unbeknownst to you, the other cafe goers could practically see the sparks flying between you.
“So… do we come here a lot?” you inquired, taking a tentative sip of your ice water and training your eyes on the top button of his shirt. It was just too intense to stare him straight in the eye sometimes…
Shouto took a moment to reply, looking through his red and white bangs at you fondly, leaning back in his chair before shaking his head. “Truthfully, we’ve never been here before.” He gauged the surprise in your eyes, a little knowing smile resting on his plump lip before he continued. “You always wanted to try this place but we hadn’t gotten around to it… you even picked out the food you wanted in case we came. I hope your tastes remain unchanged? If I ordered something you don’t want, I’ll call the waiter over.”
It was then your turn to shake your head, a quick and decisive answer. “No, you got it right,” you reassured, hands wringing slowly underneath the table in your lap. “The only other thing I wanted to try was the drink you ordered, so it’s fine!”
“Have as much as you like,” he suavely suggested, his tone sounding more like a demand than an offer. Just as he focused his eyes on yours, he was interrupted by a fuzzy orange kitten jumping into his lap, settling into a tiny loaf across his thighs and staring up at him expectantly.
You and Shouto both buffered for a moment before you let out a laugh at the sight of such a tiny creature in your broad boyfriend’s embrace. Shouto began to chuckle too, giving the creature a little scratch under the chin. The kitten meowed happily in agreement, placing its head onto its paws and settling in for a nap. You let the comfortable silence last for a minute before you meandered back into conversation.
“So um, earlier, when we were getting ready to go out…,” your fingers absentmindedly wandered to the pendant resting in the middle of your collar bones. “I saw this necklace in my closet and I felt like it was… important? And then I thought I caught you looking at it earlier too maybe? Do you know if it has any significant meaning or anything?”
Shouto’s gaze remained on the cat in his lap for another moment before it flicked over to you, and once again, you were stunned by the amount of emotion in his mismatched eyes. “I gave it to you,” he answered, his free hand fiddling with the sunglasses that now hung in the middle of his shirt collar. “It was for our first anniversary.”
You didn't really know what to make of that, the newfound knowledge resonating through you as you tried to remember anything about that day at all.
“I chose that color because you said you loved it… the color of my eyes. Or— eye— I suppose,” he gestured to the piercing cerulean orb that rested on his hot side, standing out even more against the muddled skin of his scar.
Your head nodded as you processed his answer, your finger nudging at the handle of your cutlery absentmindedly. “You do have nice eyes,” you mumbled, your veins pumping with a warmth you'd come to recognize as his natural effect on you.
Shouto smiled at that, his gaze focused on the pendant gleaming in the sun’s gentle caress. You could feel the intensity of his eyes there in the center of your chest, the modest amount of exposed cleavage feeling hot under his inspection.
At his silence, you continued on, your flusteredness forcing your mouth to move without much reason. “And— you have great taste in jewelry too, I mean, this is really beautiful.”
“It suits you,” he replied instantly, as if such words required no thought whatsoever.
That just made your cheeks feel even hotter, and a surprised chuckle sounded past your lips, his compliment egging on the butterfly swarm in your belly. “Thank you… I’m glad you have enough rationale to avoid a cheesy heart with your name on it or something.”
Shouto’s eyes fleed yours at that, taking a tentative sip of his water. You watched his pink lips curl into a subtle, knowing smirk. He yelped when you kicked his ankle underneath the table, gaze returning to you. He regarded your inquisitorial expression for a moment before he shrugged, his cheeks tinged with the lightest of pinks. “I have actually given you something like that before…”
You bit your lip, now wanting to kick yourself for making fun of the sweet yet idiotic, classic boyfriend gift. Heart jewelry, of course…
“And you really liked it… maybe almost as much as me,” he finished, and you watched as his blush deepened a few shades.
The waiter chose that moment to deliver your drinks, the conversation halting awkwardly before they took their leave once again.
“I really liked it?” You parroted, perplexed. There was no way you would find such a cheesy gift endearing enough to actually enjoy it.
Shouto adjusted himself in his chair, clearing his throat awkwardly. His eyes once again couldn’t meet yours, his fingertips tapping on the edge of the table. “Yeah it— it’s an anklet… it um, has my initials on the charm…” he mumbled, suddenly shy. “You seem to enjoy wearing it when we… when I— when I take you.”
“Oh.”
Your face felt on fire, neither of you brave enough to look each other in the eye following his confession. There wasn’t much you knew about your sex life with Shouto— though you assumed it to be very much alive, and healthily so— but just by the way he phrased that, your thighs were clenching together at the image your brain so kindly painted you.
Shouto was a big, strong man… one who was very proportional, as you recalled from the incident that occurred this morning. The thought of him taking you made your insides squirm with interest, fluttering at the premise of being stretched around him. You took another sip of your drink before the food thankfully arrived, allowing the pair of you to drop the conversation.
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After you finished eating, Shouto took you to the trader’s market around the corner. There were people crowding the streets and trickling through the crosswalks, even though it was a late morning on a Friday and most of the population should’ve been busying away at their jobs. The bustle of the city should’ve been overwhelming for you— Shouto kept you close to his side at all times, his gaze scrutinizing any looks that lasted too long toward your direction. And yet, you were having a blast, flittering about and exploring the vendors’ stands and the numerous trinket stalls that lined the busy square. His hand was always holding yours. Even when you got more invested in the items on display before you, his fingers would linger at your waist, making his relationship to you apparent to any bystanders.
Sunlight streamed down in between the tall buildings surrounding you, reflecting off the windows like mirrors and making you grateful for the shade of your hat. That made you extra thankful for the ghost of Shouto’s hand across your skin, welcoming the coolness exuding off of his right side. There was a light-hearted conversation between the pair of you, and many grannies waved you over to inspect their merchandise by calling out to the pair of lovebirds. The repeated label made Shouto puff up in pride, aiding him to stand tall and retain the advantage he had on you in terms of height.
Whenever your gaze lingered on something for a second too long, Shouto was instantly handing bills over to the merchants, insisting they take the change or at least tipping them appreciatively. By the time the two of you had visited every stall, numerous bags hung from his left arm, all precariously stacked so the fingers on his other hand could remain laced with yours.
He noticed your wary gaze on the bags, your expression giving your thoughts away immediately. “Don’t worry love,” he reassured, squeezing your fingers in his, “they’re no trouble at all.” At your attempt to grab a few and lessen the load, he pivoted and held them above your head. He frowned, keeping them out of reach as you continued your attempt, swatting at him gently.
“Just let me have one at least,” you pouted, your voice morphing into a little whine. That got him to grin, conceding and handing you the smallest, lightest bag of the bunch. He feigned ignorance when you shot him a playful glare in response, choosing now to steer you toward another topic instead.
“Would it ruin the date if we stopped by my office? I just need to drop off the folders I finished up last night, and the building is just a block over. It should only take a minute.”
You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders. “Sure,” you agreed, allowing his fingers to slip back into yours. Having your hand in his felt natural to you, the warmth of his skin welcomed. “I want to see your agency, anyway!”
It was a short walk to his workplace, as promised. The building was one of the tallest in the surrounding area, with sleek windows paneling all sides and reflecting the orange light of the barely-setting sun. The security guards didn’t bother the pair of you, Shouto acknowledging them with a nod as he slipped off his disguise. The elevator opened and Shouto flashed his badge at the sensor, then pushed the button for one of the floors higher up in the building.
In no time at all, the doors opened again and he led you past the couple secretaries that were perched behind their desks. You could feel their eyes glued to your back, and you were sure that the second you were safely located behind the glass doors to the hallway, they’d launch into discussion. The thought slipped your mind as you came round the corner, Shouto guiding you through the nearest door and ushering you into a large sitting room. Two doors were situated on either side of the room, long glass walls dividing the quarters. One door led to Shouto’s office, as designated by the nearby nameplate. The other you were about to read just as it opened, and a familiar, sharp-toothed redhead bounded toward the pair of you.
Immediately you grinned, ripping your hand from Shouto’s as you launched yourself at the famed Red Riot, one of Japan’s finest heroes lifting you off your feet in an enthusiastic embrace. Your laughs echoed around the room, Kirishima’s chuckles following as he spun you around. Shouto watched silently, a small frown adorning his lip while your gleeful laughs met his ears. He hadn’t heard such a sound in what seemed like forever, and even though he was not the cause of it, he couldn’t help but relish in it.
After a moment, Kirishima put you down and pulled Shouto in for a quick half-hug, patting him on the shoulder as his eyes then returned to you. “Well look who it is,” he grinned, his pointy teeth on display, hands landing on his narrow hips. “It’s so good to see you up and about, Y/n.”
“It’s good to see you too, Kiri,” you mirrored his expression, taking in his appearance.
Shouto watched your eyes rove over him, a sour taste developing at the back of his tongue. You had recognized Kirishima immediately— fondly, even— when it had taken hard work and ample time for you to warm up to him. It had taken a week for you to call him by his usual nickname, and yet, you called Kirishima by his own instantly. He could feel himself turning green at the realization, his frown remaining as his eyes sharpened in scrutiny.
“Wow,” you exclaimed after you had fully appraised the hero, even taking in the scarlet costume that had been updated since the last time you’d seen him. “You look great! Five years has really done you well, hmm? You’re totally ripped. Last time I saw you I swear you were shorter!”
Kirishima laughed and toed at the ground bashfully— never one to handle compliments very well. “Ah, thanks Y/n… gotta stay in shape when your costume has you shirtless all day, right?”
Shouto couldn’t help the envy that rose up inside of him as he watched you chatter eagerly with his coworker… even though he knew you had no control of what memories you lost, it still stung to watch you engage with and compliment another man. Especially when he hadn’t received such easy affection from you in much too long.
“You look much better, too,” Kirishima continued, glancing at Shouto as he picked up on the temperature drop in the room. Somehow you didn’t seem to notice the frost gathering on Shouto’s wrist as a result of his displeasure. “Erm— last time I saw you was in the hospital when you were still in your coma. I was so relieved to hear you woke up! Then I figured it would be easier for you if you didn’t have any visitors, though… that’s what your f— um, Shouto said would be best, anyway.”
At the mention of his name, you glanced at the half-and-half man beside you, shooting him a thankful smile that had his heart fluttering and his jealousy waning. He cleared his throat and nodded, casting a forced smile at the other hero. “Yes, well… I have to step into my office quickly, would you entertain her for a moment?”
Kirishima opened his mouth to reply, but Shouto was already halfway through the door, leaving the pair of you slightly stunned. You could see him through the glass wall, eyes following him and wondering why his curt attitude left a bitter taste in your mouth.
“So um…” The redhead turned to look at you, prompting you to do the same. “You really lost all your memories of him?”
The question hit you like he had dunked you in ice cold water, and you stiffened up immediately. Kirishima panicked then, eyes growing wide and covering his mouth.
“I can’t believe I just blurted that out— I just… You guys are so in love, I can’t imagine you two not together,” he explained earnestly, his brow furrowed. His honesty made your stomach burst with butterflies, the premise of being loved by Shouto and being able to love him made you feel flustered as hell.
“We are together,” you clarified, and Kirishima nodded. “Just not as together as before, I guess? It’s just… he makes me feel so many things and I barely know him. But he knows me? Like, intimately. It feels like he knows me more than I know myself sometimes. I dunno, it’s just… complicated, Kiri.”
He smiled in understanding, eyes sympathetic as you spilled your troubles to him. It was nice talking to someone who wasn’t Shouto— as much as you liked him, talking to him was difficult because he made you fumble with your words. You said things you didn’t mean to say when you were with him. Kirishima continued, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that you guys are crazy in love. Like, you’re the couple I aspire to be in some day.”
You grabbed his hand and grinned at that, his sincerity making your heart melt. “Awe, Kiri… It’s good to see you haven’t changed from how I remember you. You’re still the sweetest.”
Kirishima laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Just be yourself with him… I think it’ll put you both at ease. You’re really good for each other— he was devastated the whole time you were asleep.”
The admission made a lump appear in your throat, your eyes feeling glassy all the sudden.
“He hasn’t acted this frigid since his high school days… Long before he met you. I think you make him feel relaxed. I mean, that’s how he always looks when he’s with you, or thinking about you. I can tell when we’re on patrol and he’s daydreaming about you, ‘cus he’ll just walk right into a lamp pole.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the image, cursing the timing when the door opened and Shouto stepped out, his eyes landing on you and then hardening as they moved to Kirishima. He stepped toward him, but you intercepted him and laced your arms around his middle instead, stopping him with your embrace.
Shouto faltered at the sudden display of affection, his cheeks growing hot as he locked gazes with Kirishima, his eyes then dropping to the top of your head as you hid your face in his chest. He was frozen mid-breath, completely still as you held him. His cool, clean scent swallowed you as you kept your head nuzzled into his front, his fingers limp as your hand found his.
With a small step back, you ceased your embrace, your fingers squeezing his tightly as your eyes captured his and you gave him a shy smile. His cheeks only darkened, the grimace that had occupied his face long gone and instead replaced with an awed blankness. His lips parted and moved pointlessly, as if he wanted to say something but no sound escaped him.
“It was nice catching up Kiri,” you said, eyes still locked with Shouto’s heterochromatic ones before you turned to the red hero, who was awkwardly looking to the side as he shuffled his weight between his feet.
Kirishima looked at you and laughed awkwardly once again. You began to exit with Shouto in tow behind you, the hero’s crimson gaze following the pair of you. “Ah, yeah, you too! Let’s meet up soon!”
Then the glass door closed, and you were once again in the vicinity of the secretaries' blatant gawking. You pointedly ignored them as you strode toward the elevator, with their soundlessly boss still trailing behind you. As you waited for the elevator to ascend to your floor, you caught Shouto looking at you funny in your peripheral vision. Yet when you turned to look at him, he only reached out and pulled you into his chest.
Caught by surprise, a meek noise slipped out of you before you collided with his pecs once again, his arms wrapping around you to secure you in place. He nuzzled into your hair and inhaled deeply, uncaring of the secretaries' stares.
Only when the elevator arrived did he pull away, to guide you inside and away from the prying eyes. When the doors were closed, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the crest of your cheek, a wisp of his peppermint-laced breath cooling your skin just as heat rushed there from his lips.
“Let’s go home, love,” Shouto murmured against your skin, knuckles nudging yours before your fingers curled around his. You nodded, holding his arm with your free hand and coming to stand by his side as the elevator rushed toward the ground. A peaceful moment of silence fell upon you and Shouto, giving you time for contemplation.
Any sane woman would've taken one look at Kirishima and felt at least a pinch of interest twirl inside her stomach. He was caring and handsome as they come, and yet he did absolutely nothing for you. Somehow when you were confronted with his chiseled abs and warm gaze, you felt less than when Shouto even glanced at you. You concluded that your body was definitely in love with him… and your heart longed to be the same. But part of you still had questions that needed to be resolved before you could really give yourself to him… and little did he know, you would find the answers to said questions so soon.
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ahh i love this sho so much, he’s trying so hard... poor babie 🥺 next part i will be much kinder to him <3 if you enjoyed please be sure to reblog and or leave me a comment •ᴥ•
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