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galatially · 3 years

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❝𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧❞

❝𝐢 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫❞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — it's not often that you'd tempt fate and be at the mercy of the Devil. But when you did, it was well worth the trouble

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 1.2K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kiddos!), pet names (honey, pretty girl, good girl)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — this was short and not at all as smutty as intended, but I'm running on caffeine and no sleep and this is my first time writing for my baby Matty so bear with me lol

as always the dividers are by @firefly-graphics

i don't have a tag list but i do have a library where all of my works live,@galatially-wrote so please check it out! reblogs and comments are much appreciated ♡♡♡

tagging @honeychicana since she asked so nicely ♡♡

You enjoyed the night.

Not the busy evenings, abuzz with thrumming bass lines and sweaty limbs connecting in dingy bathrooms or the tense evenings where you’d been hyper-vigilant walking home from work.

No, you enjoyed the hush that fell over New York; the hazy oranges and peaches that bled into indigo sky and the soft tread of tires on the empty roads. It was in that quiet, that stillness, that he came to you — the Devil with silver-scarred skin and a tongue that made prayers tumble out of your chest.

The first night he appeared, you were taking your trash out to the dumpster and you saw someone propped up against it. At first, you'd thought they were dead with how still they were. As your thumbs padded against your phone screen, a hand shot out and curled around your wrist.

“Don't...call…”

The voice was deep and unmistakably male. sThe words came out pained in between his heavy breaths but you didn't miss the plea. So, you took a deep breath and wrapped his left arm around your shoulders to heave him up. He let out a few curses, trying not to lean into you with his full weight. Thankfully you were only on the first floor of the building and were able to duck into your apartment without anyone spotting you. You walked him to your couch and flicked on the side table lamp. His black shirt was torn and his dark pants had bullet holes stippled through them.

"What the hell happened to you?"

A chuckle followed by a sharp breath came from his lips. "Met the wrong end of a barrel, you could say."

You gave him a flat look. “You’re bleeding out. That’s hardly something to joke about.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s pretty funny considering.” He smiled a dimpled smile, a boyish grin that made your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up. “You wouldn’t happen to have some medical training, would you?”

That was it; a cute smile and morbid humor is what won you over. Every night for two months, you patched up the Kitchen’s lone vigilante and exchanged a few words here and there, all while never knowing who the man was under the mask. As your fingertips traced the seams and planes of his face, your eyes committed every feature to memory as if to decipher his identity in some way.

One evening, while you were sitting at the foot of the couch, you propped yourself up along the edge of the couch eye to cheek with your masked visitor when you asked for his name.

“Matt. Matt Murdock.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You smiled. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Your phone buzzed against your bare thigh, a smirk cutting across your lips. Your thumb swiped along the screen and you put the device to your ear.

“You’re calling me.”

“I am.” You could hear the lilt in his voice. “Things have been pretty quiet tonight.”

“Oh?” You leaned back against the frame of the window. “That’s good. I know it’s been pretty rough for you these last few weeks.”

“’S been nice havin’ a one night.”

“So does that mean you’re heading home?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

You rolled your eyes as an amused huff passed your lips. “Are you passively asking for me to invite you over, Murdock?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Y/L/N.” If Matt ever asked you outright, you’d deny it, but you loved this side of him — the easy softness that radiated from him that enveloped you like a warm embrace. Very few people have seen him like this and you were glad that he considered you one of the lucky few. “I’m a few blocks away from your house. Leave your window open.”

“I always do.”

“Shit.”

The callused pads of his fingers held fast against the column of your throat as his hips met yours in harsh thrusts that shook your bed like a hellish gust of wind.

You couldn’t recall how long you’d been like this underneath him or how many times pleasure had shocked you still but you didn’t mind. You’d barely remembered how you’d gotten to this point. Instead of needing medical aid, Matt had come in street clothes and a six pack of beer, wanting to spend a night doing “normal-friend-things”.

Conversation flowed easy and suddenly the tension between you was tangible, sitting between you like a familiar guest. Your hands reached out to him — or did his reach out to you? — and then you were straddling his lap, his rough hands burning bruises into your soft skin.

Matt’s name clumsily fell from your tongue as his cock drove in and out of you, litanies of “don’t stop” and “s’good, s’fuckin’ good” echoing with the sloppy sound of your sopping cunt and his sweat-slick skin against yours. You dug your nails into the bare skin of his back as another soundless moan threatened to rip from you. Drool dribbled at the corner of your slackened jaw and your eyes were half-lidded in pleasure.

“You’re squeezin’ me like a fuckin’ vice, pretty girl.” Matt moved the hand that was gripping your hip to your puffy, throbbing clit and pressed the pad of his thumb against it. “You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?”

You let out a mewling sob.

“Go ahead, baby, cum,” Matt grunted out. “Cum on my cock.”

Your belly tightened and your back canted into a V-shape, a guttural cry careening from your lungs. You collapsed unceremoniously against your mattress as Matt’s orgasm caught up to him and his seed painted your inner walls. Teeth drug along the curve of your shoulder up to the underside of your jaw.

“Tell me what you’re thinkin’, pretty girl.”

You propped yourself up on one elbow, your eyes meeting his brown ones. Something about him being able to see you without seeing you made the vulnerability you often expressed with him more visceral. “I keep waiting for you to disappear. That one night, you’ll fuck me senseless and vanish into the night never to be seen again.” Your fingers moved from his scalp to the seam of his bottom lip. “I don’t know what I’d do then, Matt.”

“I’m not leavin’ you anytime soon, Y/N.”

“How do you know that?”

Matt sighed and moved up your bare torso until his nose touched the tip of yours. “Because in the last six months of me doin’ what I do, you’re the only thing that’s certain. I know that I can always come home to you.”

Your face warmed. “Bullshit.”

“Bullshit,” he mocked, slotting his mouth over yours. His tongue laved against yours deepening the kiss. You swallowed his soft chuckle and bucked your hips against his, the hunger from earlier no longer sated.

What’s one more round with the Devil?

#galatially #from eden #matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x black!reader #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x you #daredevil x black!reader #daredevil x you #daredevil smut

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danger-noodle-uwu · 3 years

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I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

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danses-with-dogmeat · 2 years

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OKAY now you need to do the FO3 companions+Gob with Lone saying they are submissive and breedable

R! FO3 Companions + Gob React to Being Called "Submissive and Breedable"

I should've known this was coming smh. Alright, VERY WELL I'll do it you bastards.

(Jk I love you all very much, thank you for the request, this prompt is just buckwild, but I keep doing it, so I honestly think I'm the problem now lol)

Included Below: Butch, Charon, Clover, Cross, Fawkes, Gob, & Jericho

And here are the other 2 parts:

This prompt with FO4 Companions

This prompt with FONV Companions

Let me know if there’s anyone even left for me to do this prompt with, since I might as well get ‘em all done now lol. I hope y’all enjoy!

Also, warning! NSFW below the cut! idk why these ones turned out so spicy but 🤷‍♂️

Butch:

Butch groaned loudly, his strained voice catching in his throat as you cruelly pulled your hand away from him.

“Ah, fuck. Come on, baby,” He whined, “You can’t just say shit like that!” His hips stuttered and you could see the play of muscle straining beneath his shining skin, as his body convulsed at the abrupt halting of his pleasure. You struggled to hold back a laugh at the pained look etched upon his pretty features.

“Sorry, but it’s true!” You told him, “You should see yourself right now, I know you’d agree with me.” Butch’s eyes rolled open and he threw you a glare, sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to catch his breath.

You didn’t always tease Butch this way, but the look of him when he was this desperate was just intoxicating. That flush of his cheeks, his cool exterior melted away until he’s just a malleable puddle beneath your touch, the way his voice raises an octave, and his well-groomed eyebrows scrunch together over his stormy eyes, just barely shading the details of his irises and his dark, blown-out pupils.

How could you possibly resist?

“Fuck you.” He said through gritted teeth, the strain of his body finally dying down enough for him to sit up and better face you.

“Thought that was your job.” You flashed a grin and a wink, and Butch only huffed at you, refusing to meet your gaze as a pout set upon his lips. For a moment, you were worried you’d taken it too far, that your actions had spoiled the mood, but then his head turned, and you saw the way his eyes looked over your body so hungrily. His intent to continue was pretty damn clear after that.

“So… When you’re good and ready, then?” Your eyes flashed below his waist with a quirked brow as Butch's body spoke for him before his voice could reply.

He released a breath, biting his bottom lip as he regarded you in return.

“Damn it,” Butch gave in, “Come here, then. And we’re gonna finish it this time, ya hear me? None of those tricks of yours, or the next time you need a haircut, you’ll have to ask someone else. I mean it.”

Charon:

The ghoul’s furrowed gaze met yours as his large hands moved to lift you off of him easier than if you were made of straw, his lust-filled state preventing anything but a low growl to escape his throat as he dared to prove you wrong.

You loved when he got like this, your dirty words edging him on, and into a state of vigorous dominance that he usually tended to hold at bay, if only for the sake of your well-being. The truth is though, you lived for his rough, commanding touch. Charon rarely had the opportunity to be the one in control, and when you handed him the torch, so to speak, the fire blazed all the brighter for the lack of oxygen it had before. Before he was yours, and you were his.

You squealed as the ghoul threw you onto the mattress and climbed over top of you, one of his padded knees jamming between your legs almost painfully as his gaze burned into yours. His calloused hands grasped at your wrists, dragging both of them up over your head as he drove his mouth into your own in a claiming kiss that was sure to leave your lips red and swollen, and your lungs aching for breath.

You knew the words you’d uttered were far from the truth, and so did Charon, but that never stopped him from striving to prove you wrong in all the right ways.

Clover:

Clover’s eyebrows rose as the words left your mouth, her own lips quirking up into a mischievous smile.

“Feeling feisty today, sugar?” She spread herself even more widely beneath you, raising her arms above her head, and tilting her chin seductively as her lashes flittered over her dark, wanton eyes. “Why dontcha put your caps where your mouth is at and do something’ about it?”

Your heart beat faster at the seductive look she was giving you, the way she brought her bottom lip between her teeth and grinned, a lively glean shining in her once-dull eyes. One of her legs wrapped around your waist and pulled you onto her, your arms caging her in as she leaned up to kiss you, and you couldn’t help but smile into the contact. So tender, and genuine now, with you. You both knew for Clover, it hadn’t always been that way. With you though, she let you in, she was happy to be with you, and she reminded you of that fact every day that you two spent together.

You were good, and kind. You considered her own wants, preferences and limits; and though your dirty talk could use some work, you had the spirit, that was for sure. It didn’t much matter though, she wanted to be with you, cared for you, and she could be the one in charge of the dirty talk.

“Come on, stud,” She said lowly as she pulled away, leaning forward and pressing her lips to the sensitive shell of your ear, “Come and claim me.”

Cross:

“I– well, no one’s ever told me this. I’m uh, I’m afraid we may have missed that window, Lone.” The Star Paladin’s cheeks darkened, and you could see the sweat littering her forehead, even in her dim quarters at the Citadel.

How was she meant to respond to your comment? Were you serious? Had you thought of that before agreeing to be with her? How could you not have known that she was… Well, she was past that point in her life. She had been for a few years now, if it were even possible before that, what with the injuries she’s sustained, the hardships she’s been through. Was she taking your words too literally? Still though, if this was something important to–

Your lips cut off her thoughts, your grin easily distinguishable in the firmness of your mouth against hers, and she let herself melt into the contact. Her thoughts swirled around her mind, before they were drawn out of her from the feel of you against her.

“You don’t need to take everything so seriously, Paladin.” Your hand felt warm against her cheek as you pulled away from her. “I can see you trying to work it out, but it’s just some talk, that’s all.” Your thumb stoked along her prominent cheekbone, each swipe seemingly wiping away any semblance of strife from her expression as she sighed in relief.

“While I’m relieved that there was little intent behind your words, I must recommend that you don’t repeat them to anyone else.”

“I wouldn’t want to say them to anyone else, love.” You chuckled, and she was lucky enough to feel your lips on hers once more as you gave her a small, reassuring peck.

Never in her life had Cross been accustomed to the tender touches you gave to her so liberally. She wasn’t sure what you saw in her, or why you eventually pursued it, but damn was she glad that you did. Even still, there was always a twinge of guilt in her in regards to your relationship. She promised James that she would look after you, protect you, before the two of you had been sealed away below ground all those years ago, and now, she wasn’t sure how the man would feel about you and her, now that you were reunited after all that time, all those changes in you and her both.

“Good, because if those words got back to your father--” She couldn't help but try and voice her concerns.

“They won’t." You interrupted, "And if they do, I’ll know who it was that told him, won’t I?” You cocked a brow at her good-humoredly, and she flashed you a rare smile. You didn’t seem to harbor the same reservations as she did in terms of your relationship, and for that, Cross was grateful.

“No need to worry, Lone. My lips are sealed.”

Fawkes:

You had to bite your tongue to keep from laughing at your companion’s baffled expression as he processed your words.

“I’ve– Well..." He stumbled out, "I don’t believe I’ve ever heard that expression before. A-are you sure it’s what you meant to say?”

Fawkes was polite in his questioning, but the shock remained prevalent in his widened eyes as he stared back at you through the dingy mirror in front of him.

“Oh, I meant it. You asked me how you looked in your vault suit, and I’m telling you.” His brows furrowed and he just kept staring ahead, into the reflective glass, as if he could look hard enough to see himself through your eyes.

"Yeah, definitely meant it. I mean, just look at it. The way it’s all worn,” You continued, taking slow steps forward as you crept one hand up to lightly graze over his arm. “Practically ripping at the seams…” You let your fingers slide up to where the suit refused to clasp together over his broad chest. “Almost in pieces as it is. You think, if I tug hard enough, it would all just slide right off?” Fawkes swallowed hard, and when you looked closely at his face, you could see the light glisten of sweat beading on his forehead. You tugged teasingly at the zipper of his suit, and his breath caught in his throat, forcing a nervous cough out of him.

“The zipper is rather unstable," He managed, "So, I suppose I wouldn’t be surprised if… well, if it were to malfunction. Shall I change my apparel, then?”

His voice came out an octave above his usual tone, and you could tell he was fighting hard not to stumble over his words.

How many weeks has it been since we started this relationship? And still he gets this nervous when I barely touch him.

You couldn’t help the grin that formed at your lips, still marveling at the way someone like him could be so incredibly sweet.

“If you want…” You said as you circle to stand in front of him, his anticipatory gaze meeting yours as you trailed off teasingly. “Or, we could just start by removing this first, and go from there?” You raised one brow as you fiddled with the zip once more, letting your cool fingertips graze over the warmth of his chest as the expanse of it rose and fell with each shaky breath he took.

“What do you say?”

Fawkes’ tongue remained too tangled to respond verbally, but he swallowed down his nerves once more and gave you a definitive nod as his hands tentatively came up to assist your own.

Gob:

“Oh, um… Well, if you say so…” The ghoul rubbed at the back of his neck at the sound of your heated words, his surprise evident in his widened eyes. Still though, he only settled further onto the bed.

Gob could never deny you, and he would never want to.

Since the day he met you, he’s been trying to understand why someone like you would pay him any mind at all, even when the two of you were just acquaintances, when you were only friends.

When you expressed romantic interest in him though? Gob had half a mind to think it was Nova and Moriarty conspiring with you to play a joke on him. How could someone as flawless and incredible as you, want anything to do with a lowly ghoul like him? What did he have to offer you? He wasn't ambitious, or brave, or outgoing, and the whole wasteland liked to remind him how unattractive he was, but you? He'd like to see anyone try to name even one thing wrong with you, he sure as hell couldn't.

Oh, and the day you told him that you wanted to be physically intimate with him? Gob was even more astonished than he thought possible. He would do anything for you, be whatever you want him to be, go wherever it was you wanted him to. He feels luckier than he’s ever been in his life just to be able to spend time with you, to be able to touch you, and hold you, and kiss you; but to share a bed with you? To see you at your most vulnerable? How did he-- How could he ever deserve such a privilege?

He's absolutely thrilled about it, that's for sure; and he tries to make the most of it. He tries to be worthy of the trust you have in him, the affection you miraculously have for him, the allowance you've given him to be with you in such a way that he never thought he'd get to be with anyone; any ghoul, any smoothskin, and surely anyone as perfect and wonderful as you are. All of it is so foreign to him, but damn, does Gob hope he’s doing it right.

“Where is it you want me, love?” He’d ask with an embarrassed smile that certainly would’ve been accompanied by an intense flush of his cheeks, had he been human.

“Anything you want, just ask it. I'm yours.”

Jericho:

"The fuck did you just call me?" Your eyes lit up with mischief as your lips curled into a smile at the ex-raider's gruffness.

"Nothing." You feigned ignorance with your small voice, shrugging your shoulders as Jericho looked over at you.

"Nuh uh.” He growled, “You're gonna repeat to me what you just said." He rose from his chair and stalked over to where you sat on the bed, leaving the rifle he'd been cleaning behind.

Jericho paused when he reached you, his body almost uncomfortably close to yours as he settled himself with his clothed crotch inches from the tip of your nose. After a few tense moments of invading your space so obscenely, he leaned down and spoke again, his voice low and as dangerous as the dark, piercing gaze that bore into you from beneath his furrowed brows.

"You hear me? Say it again, an' I'll only punish you a little, okay? Now, go on." You blinked and your little grin wilted as you felt Jericho’s hot breath fan over you, all smoke and tobacco as it assaulted your upturned eyes.

“I-I said,” You started, voice nearly faltering as it made its way up your throat, “Well, it was just a joke, but… well, what I meant–”

“Did I fuckin’ ask you what you meant?”

“N-no.”

“No’s right. I didn’t. Now, tell me what you said, an’ then,” He stood up then, one hand going to his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “Then... I want you to bend over for me.”

“W-what?”

“You got cram in your fuckin’ ears, sweetheart? You heard me. Don’t go an’ make things worse.”

You relented to him, repeating the words as the flame of his lighter emphasized the sinful spark in his eyes. You bit your lip as you began to follow his gruff orders, crawling up onto the bed completely before turning away from him.

“Now, you know I don’t like doin’ this to ya, angel, but someone’s gotta if you keep forgettin’ your fuckin’ place like that.”

You peeked over your shoulder as you turned your behind to him, noting how the puff of smoke from his cigarette softened his hard features as he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms to your wanton gaze.

No sixty-year-old had any right to get you hot and bothered the way Jericho did.

You practically drooled as he slowly removed each of the rings on his right hand, almost as though he was putting on a show for you. Each one clattered down on the table beside him, the disrupting noise the loudest thing in the universe, besides the frantic beating of your own heart as you held your breath in anticipation.

He acts so tough and mean, you thought, but he still wouldn’t want to really hurt me. Despite what he wants everyone to think, Jericho’s got a conscience. You wiped the small smile from your face before he could notice, and turned your head away as he settled behind you and pulled the flattened palm of his, now de-ringed, hand all the way back.

“Eh, who am I kiddin’?” His cigarette bounced between his lips as he spoke, “I live for this shit. Now, don’t hold back your sounds, sweetheart. An’ don’t forget to count, or I’m startin’ over, an’ you wouldn’t want that, would ya?”

No, of course not. You thought with a smirk.

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Im.pact.ful Thoughts

How Charming (Pt. 1 - Mammon)

More Im.pact.ful Thoughts ~ Masterlist

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When MC first made a pact with Mammon, they didn’t know what to expect. The demon led them through the simple act; placing one set of hands together and thinking intentions of connecting yourself to the other. His hand was a bit larger and warmer than their own. The magic began to build between them, causing the warmth they felt to become uncomfortable. As the power surged in their veins, MC’s arm felt as though it was vibrating. The feeling was akin to pushing too hard on a brick wall. A brilliant flash of light emanated from between the hands and caused MC to step back. They quickly brought their wrist to their chest, expecting there to be damage or pain. However, after the reverberations left their arm MC felt a small object in their palm.

It felt like warm metal and uncurling their fingers revealed a small coin. This gold coin looked similar to the Grimm coins they had seen in passing but was much too small. It also had a pair of glasses embossed on it rather than a skull. Turning it over in their hand revealed a tiny silver clasp and a matching design on the other face. Leviathan pulled on their shoulder and looked at the tiny pact object. “Lol of course a normie like you would have a charm as your pact symbol.” MC lifted the charm from their hand and held it up to the light of the kitchen.

Glancing back at Mammon, they saw them in a similar state; inspecting the object in the odd lighting. Approaching to get a better look they saw their pact charm which the demon held. It was just as small as the one they held, but his was shaped like a key. The head of the key, however, was a translucent gemstone with a colorful blend that matched MC’s irises. They held up their coin next to his key so he could also see his symbol for them. After a moment of stupor, Mammon turned to MC. “This is just great. Your pact symbol is so tiny Human. You better not go losing it, ya hear.” They nodded and held their charm close to their chest once again.

The next day after classes, Mammon grabbed their wrist and pulled them behind him. “Just common and shut up.” Mammon grumbled under his breath, “Can’t have ya losing your pact on me, human. Ugh, this is so annoying.” After getting to the shopping district, the demon let go of their wrist. He led them into a jewelry shop and up to the counter. “We need to get a chain for them,” Mammon said with a thumb thrown MCs way. The demon behind the counter looked between the human and demon, trying to contain the surprise they had. MC quickly began shaking their head and waving their hands. “No-nono. Not a chain. A bracelet. A charm bracelet.” The attendant gave a small nod and went to a different jewelry cabinet. MC looked back at Mammon who turned away from them, trying to hide the blush creeping across his cheeks. The other demon returned with a tray of chained bracelets with varying colors and designs. MC’s hand hovered over the display before selecting a simple silver chain. “Excellent choice. Would you like to try it on?” MC nodded and gave the bracelet to the attendant. The demon clasped it onto their wrist. They shifted their wrist back and forth, up and down, before finally presenting it to Mammon. “What do you think?” He looked at their wrist and then up to their smiling face. “It’s fine. It’s not that I care what ya pick human,” He said averting his gaze, the blush returning to his face. “They’ll wear it out,” he said handing Goldie to the demon. After a swipe and return, Mammon pushed MC out of the store. Once outside, he turned them around to face him. “Your pact charm. Hand it over.” MC fished the metal charm from their pocket and handed it to the demon before them. He clasped the trinket onto the bracelet and stepped back. MC turned the bracelet around their wrist a few times and fiddled with the tiny coin. “Thanks, Mammon,” they said with a smile. A few days later, MC saw Mammon wearing a silver chain necklace in class. Their key charm dangled from his neck. When Mammon looked over at them and noticed how they were staring at the necklace, he turned away, face bright red.

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The Promise of Rain

A/n finally writing that Kaz Brekker x reader angsty-fluff where the reader is all sunshine-y and Kaz is dramatic as always lol

Might make this a blurb series bc i like this dynamic so much lol

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sunshine-y reader

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, Kaz has a conversation with the reader (who’s a runaway princess) about what happens to people who stay near him.

He once said that he didn’t believe in Saints. A moment later he conceded that perhaps they existed in order to appease Inej, but he was quick to tact on that if Saints existed they didn’t care about him. Inej and I had exchanged a look, she pleaded with me in silence to let him be. I opened my mouth despite the look in her eyes, but he had walked away before I could get any words out.

He believes that the Saints don’t care about him, but as soon as he was dragged in by Jesper, bleeding and more broken than usual, it had started to rain. The rain is a promise. The rain is a sign that he will wake up.

I tap a finger against the forgotten book on my lap, ignoring the dried blood I’ve been too anxious to wash off. When Kaz wakes up he’ll either scold me or partially tease me for waiting here by his bedside. The rain continues, cascading down invisible hope.

“Save your prayers, even for you the Saints won’t regard me.” Kaz. His voice is raspier than it should be and his slight condescension is blighted by the tired flatness of it. But it’s him. He’s speaking.

I tear my gaze away from the window, almost forgetting to tamper down my relief before finally looking at him. I haven’t known him long enough to see him in any level of defeat, but I’ve heard enough stories. The fictional exaggeration of those that fear him have made him seem so immortal. Some part of me must have internalized that because to see him like this, to see him so human is too intimate.

“Don’t be so narcissistic.” Something about Kaz always leaves me feeling challenged, like each comment is some kind of dare. I adjust my posture. “I wasn’t praying because I knew you’d be okay.”

His expression is unchanging. “So much faith in me?”

There’s a soft edge to his words, an attempt to twist some kind of awkward denial out of me. Some days I don’t think Kaz enjoys anything and then other days I think he enjoys any misstep in my words.

I shrug, pushing down the flood of relief still attempting to crawl out of my chest. “You’re always okay.” I scratch the back of my wrist idly. “It seems the safe bet.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been taking gambling advice from Jesper.”

I half roll my eyes. “No--Jesper and I don’t play together anymore.” I let out an easy sigh. “Last time I beat him he bordered on a hissy fit.” There’s the slightest hint of upturning at the corners of his lips. “I should go tell Jesper and Inej you’re awake.”

“I think you should change out of that dress first.”

He was more likable when I thought he might die at any second. “Wow--Kaz Brekker the professional stylist.” He has no right to judge the formal gown I’m in. Yes, my outfit is ridiculous, but I’m only wearing it because the Crows needed someone they knew at a merchant’s party for a part of some scheme they wouldn’t share the details of with me. “Yes, I’m aware that this dress is more tulle than anything else, but I’m only wearing it because I was helping you.”

I wait for some retort about how he could have managed without my assistance or some kind of comment about how I didn’t need such a large dress to flirt and distract the guards as the Crows snuck into the merchant’s private office. “You fit in there more than you said you would.”

From anyone else, I’d consider this an insult. “I was making an effort for the sake of your plans.”

“I saw you before I went into the office, you knew the dances, the man took your hand.”

That’s the weirdest observation I’ve ever witnessed someone reflect on. “That’s how those dances tend to work.” I don’t hide the confusion in my expression. “How much blood did you lose?”

Kaz’s piercing gaze drops to the blanket on his lap. “Not a concerning amount.”

“Why do I feel like we have different definitions of ‘concerning’?”

His eyes flit upwards, a partial smirk playing at his lips. “We define a lot of things differently.” He pauses, “You defined the life you slipped into so easily tonight as something you could never do.”

“I can’t.” What is his problem? “One dance is different than an eternity of planning teas and marrying some man who only keeps me so I can rear his children.”

“You’d end up marrying someone who could give you things.”

He better not be implying I should be having children. I’m seriously starting to hope he did lose a significant amount of blood because that would be some kind of explanation. “I don’t want anyone to be giving me children right now, but I guess your concern is ni--”

“No, no,” he screws his eyes shut for a long second, “You know what I meant.” I stay silent. “You’re technically a princess, y/n, you could have more than the Barrel.” There’s an odd silence as he pauses. “Someone like you should have more than the Barrel.”

He speaks like his word is law. That’s the one habit of his I can never seem to forgive. Is Kaz telling me to go home? To go back to a mother who dreams of marrying me off and a father with a temper that often leads to violence? He may be Dirtyhands, but he is no one to tell me who to go back to. Not after I risked my anonymity to get him into that merchant’s office.

I shut my book and stand in one swift motion. “I’m going to tell Jesper and Inej that you’re awake.”

“Y/n.” I ignore him. “Y/n.” Again, I ignore him, approaching the doorway. The rustling of sheets leaves me frozen, hand on the doorknob. “Y/n.”

Without thinking, I turn on my heels while glaring. There’s no way he’s proud enough to have climbed out of bed wi--and he’s standing. Standing almost directly behind me.

“Kaz Brekker, I am going to say this one time and one time only.” I keep my words measured and my tone flat. No room for argument. “You just had nine stitches put in near your heart, get your ass back in bed before that is no longer your only injury.”

He pauses, lips pressed together into a tight white line. And then his mouth opens, pried open by an oddly light sound. Did he just--Did Kaz Brekker just laugh? He doesn’t laugh. I didn’t think he was physically capable, and now he laughs while I’m threatening him? I should hit him on principle alone and damn the consequences.

“Did you--” I’m gaping at him with a rage I am not accustomed to. “Did you just laugh?”

Kaz is quick to shut his mouth. “You did swear you’d get me to laugh one day.”

Saints--now he chooses to have some kind of sense of humor. “Not while I was threatening you for being an idiot after saying my lineage means that I’m meant to be trapped in the life I desire least.”

“I didn’t say that.” I raise an eyebrow. “You don’t deserve more than this because of your family, you deserve more than this because--” He cuts himself off with a sharp sigh. “Do you remember what happened the day we met?”

He had wanted to return me to my father for the money. I had managed to convince him I could be more useful working for him without profit. The first day had been tense, I had sworn to myself that I would hate him forever.

“I remember really hating you.” I remember thinking him beautiful despite his darkness. “I remember it started raining on our way here.”

“You had a hood, but you pushed it off your head to feel the rain.” I don’t remember that because indulging in the rain is instinctual to me. “You looked at the rain, and you smiled--and then you saw a woman with a child and you took off your hood and gave it to them.”

“What does that have to d--”

“Watching that felt like intruding on an intimate moment I had no business knowing about, but it wasn’t that to you. That moment was nothing to you because that moment was who you are.”

I don’t understand what he sees in something I can barely remember. “Kaz, what does that have to do with anything?”

“I’m the monster that children believe live under their beds, I’m the bastard of the Barrel, I’m someone who gets blood on everything near them.” His gaze is harsher than I’ve ever seen it as he focuses on the dried blood splotched across my hands and arms. “And then I can’t even help you wash it off.”

Those last words are the closest to broken I’ve ever heard him sound. “Kaz--”

“And you’re the girl who looks at the rain like it’s a gift from the Saints.”

Is he implying what I think he’s implying? Even if I believed him such a source of evil, even if I felt like touch mattered that much--why would he care? I keep the much more frightening implication at bay as I exhale. Clarity will only make this conversation worse. “That doesn’t matter.” The words leave me in a low whisper.

I stare at the ground until his silence is something I can no longer bear. Looking up as cautiously as possible, I take in his expression. I’ve never seen him look so--so enraged. “It doesn’t matter?!” He doesn’t bother hiding the fact that he’s practically seething. “I’ve viewed your presence here as temporary since you first came and despite that, when I saw you there…” The breath he lets out is practically pained. “When I saw what your life is meant to be--I didn’t want you to go.”

The admission breaks something hard in my chest. “I never wanted to go.” My eyeline drops to the ground. “I didn’t want to go when you were trying to make me, I didn’t want to go when it was only for that evening.” I swallow a lump of emotion restricting my throat. “When you were bleeding out and Jesper had to carry you back here I let myself imagine what it’d be like if you died. And it hurt. It hurt so badly I asked myself if I would rather never know you than feel that pain.”

“Would you?” His voice has gone hollow.

I finally look up again. “No.” That word leaves me more bare than any physical touch ever could.

“I stain everything that stays with me,” his voice has seamlessly shifted back to a tone meant for business, “Me wanting you to stay is more than enough reason for you to leave.”

My chest aches as emotions I’ll never be able to place a name to pound against my chest. “I’m a princess that ran away from her family and tried to befriend her kidnapper--you can’t possibly be narcissistic enough to believe that you’re what’s corrupted me.”

“Y/n,” his voice is gravely again, the way it was when he first woke up.

“No. What could you possibly think I’d say to that?” He’s insane--I’m not even sure I understand what he’s implying. “You know I’ll never agree with what you’re saying, so I have no idea what kind of reaction you’re looking for.”

“Maybe a genuine one.”

The comment is so frustrating I can’t help but roll my eyes. The irony of Kaz Brekker asking for a genuine reaction to an emotionally heavy comment is almost laughable. “My genuine reaction is that you’re acting like an idiot because I don’t agree with anything you’re saying, but calling someone an idiot after they’ve been stabbed in the chest is a little insensitive so I can’t give you my genuine reaction.”

Kaz half-scoffs, “You don’t agree? Y/n--are you hearing me!? I want--I want you to stay.” Even angry, the admission warms me. He lets out a frustrated sigh. “More than that I want--”

“What?”

He shakes his head once. “I want something that can never be because I can’t give what needs to be given to get it.”

“Kaz, if it involves me staying you don’t need to give anything for that because I don’t want to go.”

“I-want-you-to-stay-with-me.” The admission is pried from him by some invisible force. He speaks so fiercely the sentence comes out as one angry word.

He speaks so quickly a part of me is convinced that I misheard him. I watch him as he moves back to the bed, sitting down in a way so resigned I wonder if I blurted something out on instinct.

“Kaz,” this is embarrassing, “I wanted to stay with you even when I wanted to hate you.”

I take in his measured expression, the only thing implying any kind of reaction is the way his eyebrows draw together. “Don’t say that, you don’t understand what that means.”

“Why? Because you’re convinced you’ll ruin me?”

“Y/n, we’d be together with a wall between us, keeping us from ever touching.”

“I will tolerate any amount of damage you’re so convinced staying with you will bring, I will stay with you and never touch you and think nothing of it--but I will not stay with you just to stand in front of a wall.” I let out a tired breath. “I will stay with you but my one condition will be that you have to let me know you.”

Kaz’s intense gaze wavers. “The first thing you’ll know is that me allowing you to stay is a testament to my greed.”

I give him a sharp look, “It’s not greed if I want to be here.”

He half sighs, leaning against a pillow as he turns to look out the window. “It’s raining,” he muses, “The Saints must have done that for you.”

The sentiment is so soft my heart feels like it’s constricting. “I thought you didn’t believe in the Saints.”

“If they exist, they do so for people like you.”

I push past the emotion in my chest as I move to sit in the same chair I was in earlier. “I was honest when I said I didn’t pray for you.” I scratch the back of my arm, a coldness passing over me. “I didn’t pray because I knew you would be okay because you had to be.”

“They wouldn’t have saved me,” he mumbles, “Or maybe they would have for you.”

I shake my head once, staring at the rain with more fascination than before.

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fandom-go-round · 3 years

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hey there! could we get that classic summer cliche, the infamous popsicle? 😂 blue raspberry happens to be my favorite flavor, so i think the Prime universe will do well for this;

maybe June or Reader brought popsicles on base for the kids to cool off, but those things get drippy real fast in the Jasper heat so they’re pretty likely to make a mess of whoever has one. can we get some flustered reactions (from any of your favorite bots) to their human S/O lappin up a blue one? i’m always a sucker for suggestive summer

I’m not saying that I love the grumpy medic, all I’m saying is that he’s a cutie and I would pinch his cheeks if I could. AKA everyone wants me to pick my own bots and it’s just the same bots over and over LOL

Warnings: Sexual Situations, Implied Sexual Content, Bots Getting Flustered, Robot x Human Relationship

Optimus Prime:

Optimus is enjoying how excited the kids get at the prospect of popsicles. It reminds him of when Cybertron had more than just basic energon and there were treats to go around. He knows that Nevada is hot but he assumed the base was cool enough that they wouldn’t melt immediately.

He should be offering to grab napkins but the words die in his vocalizer as the blue drips down your throat. You’re making muffled sounds of protest so you try to prevent the spill from getting worse but it’s no use. It’s all over your hands, clothing and face.

Optimus tries to be respectful. He sees humans as complex beings with just as much autonomy as his kind. None of his thoughts are respectful as your tongue darts out (dyed bright blue) to lick the trail curling down your wrist. It doesn’t stop the thought that you would look good covered in his transfluid and if you would lick it up as eagerly as you did the popsicle.

His fans kick on but no one hears because the kids are shrieking and Ratchet is scolding everyone to clean up. He quickly excuses himself to grab something to clean up the mess, needing to leave the room as quickly as possible. He pointedly ignores the look at June gives him, the nurse smirking as Optimus tries his best to push the dirty thoughts out of his head.

Ratchet:

Ratchet has been trying all summer to get the kids to increase their water intake. No one is going to be dehydrated on his watch and it takes a little while for June to convince him to let them bring in sweets. As much as he grumbles about it, he’s more than willing to see the kids happy. It’s the sugar rush that he’s less excited about.

He warns them that the popsicles will make a mess but is promptly ignored. He’s grumbling as he turns back to the computers, seeing you struggle out of the corner of his optics. You’re enjoying your treat but it’s getting out of hand, moving down your hand and throat. Ratchet isn’t surprised to admit that he finds you attractive and the way that you respond to his flirting tells him that you’re interested too.

Ratchet doesn’t feel ashamed that he’s enjoying your struggling. You swear lightly as it breaks in half, catching it before it falls to the ground and just getting blue everywhere. Your lips and tongue are stained and Ratchet smirks as you start whimpering and dripping on the floor.

You must have heard him because you turn to face him, tongue ticking out of your mouth to lick the blue going down your wrist. Ratchet just raises an optic ridge, making a point of looking between your mouth and the rest of you. He senses when your heartbeat speeds up, quickly looking away and going to grab some napkins. He feels more than sees Arcee glare a look into the back of his helm. He’s going to have to follow up with you later then, preferably when the kids are gone and the two of you are alone.

Bulkhead:

Miko had been complaining all day about the heat and Bulk had to agree, it was getting to be a pain. He had been letting her hang out in his cab and blast the AC, perking up when June and you showed up. The nurse was quick to distribute popsicles to the kids, Bulk transforming to greet you. You gave a smile and asked about his day, both of you keeping half an eye on the kids.

He always enjoyed chatting with you; you were kind and always willing to talk to him. You never made him feel stupid and it was refreshing to have conversations with someone besides the other bots. Bulkhead loved his crew but they fell into old habits. It was refreshing to talk to someone new. And you were cute and smart and – ok maybe he had a crush. Maybe he had a big crush.

June interrupts your talk to hand you a popsicle and gives Bulkhead a wink before going to grab her own. Ok maybe he has a huge, giant, obvious crush but it’s fine because you haven’t noticed and he’d never ever tell you and Primus you’re making a mess everywhere. Bulk is frozen as you start struggling in front of him, treat already half melted and all over your hands. You’re a good sport about it, laughing and joking as you try to prevent dripping everywhere.

Please call back later, Bulkhead is not available at the moment. His processor has shorted out and he can’t look away from your face and hands. He’s not a completely obvious mech and this is too much for him. He should be able to pull himself together but he’s never going to be able to get this imagine out of his head. It takes Bee shaking his arm to bring him back to the room where everyone is staring at him and he’s immediately embarrassed. He makes a hasty retreat, Ratchet laughing to himself and Arcee smirking. June looks proud of herself and you’re just confused, asking if he’s ok. Bulk isn’t going to be able to talk to you for a week.

Ultra Magnus:

Magnus blames Ratchet for his impure thoughts. He had just finished getting the ‘Human Sexuality 101’ lecture from the doctor, something he didn’t think was completely necessary. There was no way they were going to stay long enough on Earth to have those kinds of relations, even if Ratchet gave him a knowing look.

He respects you. You’re a valuable part of the team and you add a level head that’s needed with the kids around. You don’t find it awkward to talk to him and go out of your way to make him feel welcomed. Ultra Magnus might find you… aesthetically pleasing as well but that’s only because he’s been learning about human art and culture.

He has nothing to excuse his thoughts now. He had tried to corral the kids into one spot to minimize the mess but it hadn’t worked. He’s in the middle to grabbing something to clean up with when he turns to see you struggling. Magnus feels like his processor is having issues rebooting. You’re trying to lick the popsicle as quickly as possible and then you wrap your lips around the bottom and suck. The sound makes him flinch and his fans turn on with a loud clang.

Now he’s a big mech. He’s an old mech. Magnus has, contrary to most bots beliefs, been in relationships and knows how to identify his own attraction. It’s been a long time since he’s felt these things and it’s a mix of exciting and terrifying. His ignores the confused voices behind him as he turns smartly on his heels and leaves the room. No one sees him for the rest of the day but it’s better that way; he needs to think about this and now.

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xiaoingly · 3 years

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license and registration | modern au.

art credit: asagizuisen on twitter.

pairing: reader x childe x zhongli

summary: it was just to your luck to come across two police officers after a night of drinking. however, when your drunk state allowed you to be brutally honest about your lust, you get a once-in-a-lifetime uppertunity to spend the night in their vehicle.

warnings: threesome, dom!zhongli, very slight switch!childe, sub!reader, oral(receiving), a bit of zhongchi, choking, praise kink(and a bit degration), penetration, edging, overstimulation, zhongli and childe are literally fucking your brains out.

word count: 3715

A/N: this is my first work! i do hope everyone enjoys this tho <3 i did proof read, but there could be some mistakes so bare with me lol

You laughed as you drove yourself home, still thinking of the events that took place tonight. Of course that led to consequences like driving home in a very drunk state, but you weren't about to keep two horny couples company, so fastest route out of there it is. You were aware of your current state, and tried your utter best to focus on the road, but you had to admit how hard it was getting. With tired eyes, you drove past the dark road. But your eyes widened almost immediately as you spotted something a few miles away.

A police car.

Dozens of curses left your lips as you drove closer and closer, blaming your friend for bringing you in this state. If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't even be at their house, or drinking. You knew you needed the break more than anything, but blaming someone seemed easier to you. You bit your lip, trying to think of ways to escape, but there weren't any side roads, and if you took a turn now, they would definitely notice. Maybe I could flirt my way out, you thought, but you shook your head. You knew better than to flirt with police officers.

Your drunk self seemed to disagree.

You gulped as you saw a hand lift up, motioning for you to stop. You did what was asked, trying not to sink in your seat as your eyes met one of the officers. His sharp glare made your stomach twist, wondering in how much trouble you must be in.

You rolled down your window, watching in the rear view mirror as another officer leaned against the car casually. He seemed different from the one you just saw, just as beautiful but with a touch of color. You thought it was his ginger hair that seemed to look almost too perfect on him. He wasn't glaring, but seemed to be hiding a smirk. You wondered why. But your thoughts were cut off when the dark haired officer made his way towards your car, his piercing eyes catching your attention almost immediately.

"Miss, are you aware of fast you were driving just now?"

Fuck. That's all your mind said. His voice was unlike anything you've ever heard, so deep to the point where you questioned your sanity around him. You knew that this was your drunk state talking, but something about his voice really made you feel a certain way.

"Miss?" The officer called out, and you broke out of your dirty thoughts, blinking twice as his eyes glared at you. "Not really." You managed to breathe out, your honesty almost causing you pain. You watched as the officer's eyes narrowed, leaning down to your window. You let out a shaky breath as he stared at you, your stomach twisting when his golden eyes took you in. "Miss, are you drunk?" You let out a chuckle at the officer's question, watching as he raised his eyebrow at you. "Is it that obvious? Thought my attraction for you might've covered it up." You slurred, almost cringing at the words that left your lips just now, but the other officer seemed to enjoy it, his joyful laugh catching your ears from all the way to their car. The black haired officer sighed, standing up straight. He glanced at the other officer leaning against their car, who seemed to take the hint.

He walked towards your car, biting the inside of your cheek as the elegance of his walk made your stomach twist. Something was wrong with you, and it was beginning to show. You tried to compose yourself when the ginger haired officer reached your car, leaning down with a smirk plastered on his face. "Trying to tame a beast, aren't we?" You blushed at his words, nodding your head. "He's hot." You exclaimed, the ginger haired officer chuckling at your words. The dark haired officer rolled his eyes, snapping at the ginger haired to focus. You heard his name, something like Childe? You found it strange, yet pretty in a way.

"I'm gonna need your license and registration, darling." His smooth voice rang through your ears, and you immediately grabbed your bag. You gave him what he needed, watching as the dark haired officer looked over Childe's shoulder to check your information as well. He gave you your essentials back after a few moments, and you wondered what they were gonna do with you. You were drunk, apparently racing, so you definitely had to expect something. "What are you guys gonna do to me?" You slurred again, realizing how flirty you sounded. Your eyes widened, watching as Childe's eyebrow raised. He smirked, leaning closer to you. "We were gonna let you off with a warning, but is there anything more that you need from us?" Childe returned the flirty tone, watching as you squirmed in your seat. You knew you couldn't deny it the wetness in between your legs, craving for two guys you just met. You were convinced you reached insanity at this point. You couldn't want this, and yet, you did.

"Yes.." Your voice sounded small as you spoke, looking up to the two incredibly hot police officers. Childe glanced at the dark haired officer, whose jaw was evidently clenched. "I'm not fucking a drunk." He spat, his arms crossed as he gave Childe a stern look. You groaned as his words sunk in, squeezing your thighs together to stop the sensation you felt between them. "I'm not drunk!" You exclaimed, growing desperate for a bit of friction. You knew you were starting to grow sober as the situation you were in caught up with you, but still, you found a voice in the back of your head almost dying to be fucked. "Please." You heard yourself beg, looking up to the two officers with pleading eyes. You knew what you were begging for, and that there was probably no turning back. But that didn't matter to you.

"Please what?" The dark haired officer pushed, his head raising a bit to take you in. You felt intimidated by his gaze, but you didn't let that stop you. "Please take me, both of you." You breathed out, staring at both of them to look for any sort of reaction. Childe seemed to be pleased, while the dark haired only clenched his jaw. You wondered whether that was a good or a bad thing.

But you soon got your answer as he hurriedly opened the door of your car, pulling you out of the car before slamming you against it, his lips on yours in a heartbeat. You gasped at the sudden movement, trying to recover but the dark haired man really wasn't letting you. His hands slid around your waist, his tongue clashing with yours in a delicious frenzy. You tried your best to keep up, but your body felt so electric under his touch to the point where you couldn't focus. You finally felt your hands move, going around his neck to pull him closer, running out of air but you honestly couldn't care. His lips were heavenly and that's all that mattered to you. Your eyes opened, locking them with the ginger haired man who stared at you in awe. It was then when you realized that you guys were literally on the side of a street. Panic settled in you, finally pulling away from your new found addiction.

You were out of air, your breathing ragged as you spoke; "W-We're in public."

Childe smirked. "No shit, darling. But I bet that excited you." You blushed, unable to deny that fact. You looked up to the man who's lips were on yours just a second ago. "What's your name?" You asked out of curiosity. "Zhongli." He answered curtly, leaning into your ear. "Remember it well." Your eyes widened, knowing exactly what he was referring to. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from your car to theirs. It was understandable since theirs was way bigger.

Zhongli opened the door to the backseat, practically pushing you inside. He walked away, Childe climbing in after you. He had a smirk plastered on his lips, closing the door behind him before making his way towards you. His eyes seemed to be on your lips, causing a burst of confidence to surge through you, pushing yourself up to capture his lips. The taste was intoxicating, your mind going blank when his tongue collided with yours. The other door opened behind you, Zhongli's body catching yours almost immediately. A slam was heard, Zhongli pulling your body up to lean into his. His warmth caused a moan to escape your lips, Childe's lips trailing down your neck, his open mouthed kisses leaving you breathless.

Zhongli's hands trailed down your waist, pulling at your shirt. Childe pulled away to let Zhongli take it off, not wasting a second before clashing his lips with yours again. You felt light headed, the feeling of Childe's lips and Zhongli's hands feeling so damn heavenly. Zhongli pulled your bra off with ease, his hands immediately feeling your breasts in his hands. You moaned into Childe's mouth, pushing yourself into Zhongli's hands. He eagerly accepted your offer, his fingers teasingly trailing around your nipples, causing you to feel desperate. Childe's hands trailed down your stomach, smoothly undoing the buttons of your pants. He pushed them down impatiently along with your underwear, putting you on full display for him. "Wet already?" He exclaimed, his grin almost making you lose control. Your eyes closed when Childe's lips met one of your nipples, a small whine leaving your lips at the sensation. Zhongli massaged the other breast, your back slightly aching against his body when Childe's teeth bit down on your nipple. You let out a quiet moan, your mind blank, Childe and Zhongli being your only remedy at that moment.

You reached for Childe's uniform, eager to take it off. Childe seemed to be feeling the same way, letting you take his clothes off with a grin on his face. "So eager, aren't you?" He whispered, capturing your lips as you continued to take off his remaining clothes from head to waist. You had to keep yourself from gauging as you saw Childe's body, he wasn't too muscled but he definitely worked out, that you could tell. It was then when you felt Zhongli shift behind you, hearing fabric being thrown on the ground with a thud. You couldn't understand how they wore those uniforms all day, they looked so uncomfortable. You were glad they took those off.

You felt Childe's hand travel down your navel, your breathing growing ragged as Zhongli made soft love bites on your skin. Childe teased you, his fingers trailing up and down you thighs, making another whine leave your lips. "Please.." You heard yourself whisper, practically fucking the air at this point. You needed something, anything. The feeling was too much, they were too much. "Patience, darling. You'll get what you need." Childe's voice rang through your ears, placing soft kisses on your skin as Zhongli's love bites turned harsh, causing you to yelp. Childe's fingers itched closer to your clit, playing with the skin on your thighs. You found yourself begging again, your hands moving to grab Childe's hands. But Zhongli didn't seem to like this, instantly grabbing your hands roughly to hold them behind you. "Childe told you to have patience, you are going to listen, aren't you?"

You instantly nodded. "I will." You answered, Zhongli's hands turning your head to capture your lips. You eagerly kissed him back, your tongues meeting each other once again. The feeling felt addictive to you, your mind growing hazy as he sucked on your tongue, small moans leaving your lips at the feeling. "Such a good girl." Childe exclaimed, cooing at your obedience.

A gasp left your lips when Childe's fingers finally touched your clit, your juices making it easier for him to create a pattern. You moaned, relishing in the feeling of finally getting what you needed. Childe teased your entrance, slightly pushing his thumb in. You whined, Childe seeming pleased with your reactions. He pushed one finger in, another gasp leaving your lips. You looked at him, his mischievous smirk almost taking your breath away. He pushed another one in, his fingers beginning a pattern inside of you. You felt relieved, satisfied moans escaping your lips as Zhongli kissed down your neck, his hands finding your breasts once again. A familiar feeling started forming in your stomach, your moans getting louder when Childe's fingers started a faster pace. Your breathing was ragged, your hands finding their way around Zhongli's neck as Childe continued pleasuring you. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna come." You breathed out, a yelp escaping your lips when Childe added a third finger.

The feeling was overwhelming, your legs shaking, your head spinning from both of these men having their hands on you. You were thrown over the edge, aching your back against Zhongli's front as Childe's name left your lips in a loud moan. Your head was thrown back on Zhongli's shoulder, your breathing uneven as you came down from your high. You had to admit how amazing it felt. It seemed you were liking this a bit too much.

You were a mess, but Childe was enjoying it, a sickening smile on his face as he brought his finger over to your mouth. You eagerly sucked on his fingers, making sure to keep both Childe and Zhongli satisfied.

"Turn around." You heard Zhongli speak from behind you, immediately doing as he asked. Once again, you were met by another incredible body. You had ask yourself how you landed here, between two of the sexiest men you've seen in your life. You had to thank your drunk self when you woke up later.

Zhongli grabbed your chin, his lustful lips meeting yours. You felt high as Childe kissed the side of your neck, moaning into Zhongli's mouth when he pinched one of your nipples. You heard shifting behind you, more fabric being thrown to the ground. You didn't expect to feel anything yet, until Childe suddenly pressed himself against you. Your eyes widened unexpectedly .You didn't expect Childe to be this big, starting to wonder how big Zhongli must be then.

Your curiosity got the best of you, leaning down to take off Zhongli's remaining clothes. He let you, watching as you licked your lips. Zhongli's bulge was evident, and it made you excited.

You felt Childe's hands roam your body, slightly pushing you into his chest. You let him, sighing as he placed soft kisses on your neck. You felt high, feeling yourself drowning once again. Zhongli leaned down, capturing your lips with his. Your tongues clashed, gasping slightly when you felt Zhongli press himself against you. "Might be a little rough."

That was all you heard when Zhongli entered you, a little harsher than you expected. Your eyes widened, hands pressing against his shoulders as his length stretched your walls delicously. You whimpered, feeling yourself clench around his cock. Zhongli barely gave you time to get used to his size, immediately pushing his cock further in. You gasped, his sudden pace making you see stars. He seemed to be going in a faster pace than what you had in mind, but for some reason, it only made you more excited.

"Zhongli!" You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut when he fastened his pace. When you felt Childe's hands on your body, you reached behind you, grabbing another unfamiliar cock. Your hands moved up and down his shaft, your pace faltering the more Zhongli plunged into you.

Childe's hands traveled down your navel, your body flinching slightly when he pressed a finger against your clit. "That's right, darling. Take him, take him like the dirty girl you are." He whispered, his bites on your skin making you gasp. Your breathing was a mess as Zhongli continued his torture on your pussy, his hands gripping your waist as he started ramming inside you. Your legs were jelly at this point, thankful that Childe's body was keeping you from falling.

"Yes, yes, yes.." You heard yourself whine as Childe's fingers joined Zhongli's rough pace. You felt a familiar feeling building in your stomach, starting to get desperate for a release. You found yourself meeting Zhongli's thrusts, matching his aggresive pace as your moans grew louder. "I think I'm gonna-"

You heard a grunt. "Don't you fucking dare." Zhongli spat, his eyes trained on his cock entering you. His jaw was clenched, making him look even more ravishing than he already was. You heard Childe chuckle behind you, one of his hands harshly grabbing onto your hair. "So, so pretty." He breathed in your ear, your eyes widening when you felt something poke your behind. "W-wait-" Your sentence was cut off, a yelp escaping your lips when you felt Childe enter you from behind you.

You shook your head a bit violently, Childe's grasp on your hair tightening when you did so. "You asked for this, remember? Take it." He grunted, your breathing ragged as the two men just abused your pussy. In, out. In, out. Your mind chanted, almost missing Childe's hands sneaking around your neck. His grip tightened slightly, barely giving you tme to process what was happening. You found yourself almost chocking on air, your hand flying to Childe's with surprise. He only chuckled, his hands tightening around you. You couldn't breathe, but why was that just turning you on even more?

"She's gonna come." Zhongli stated, and he was right. Childe was barely inside you, and yet you already felt yourself slowly breaking. Zhongli's pace fastened even more, breaking the rhythm he and Childe had created. His thrusts were messy, but powerful. Childe met his thrusts quite quickly, making a sobbing mess out of you. Zhongli suddenly leaned in, your eyes widening when you saw him grab Childe's face, their lips clashing in the most sinful way possible. You lips were parted, watching the scene unfold in front of you. Their tongues clashed, Childe's soft whine reaching your ears when Zhongli harshly sucked on his tongue. Just when you thought this whole thing couldn't get any sexier.

Whatever you just saw, you wanted to see more.

The lewd noises of skin slapping against each other made you whine, the car filled with the sounds of your loud moans and choked cries, as well as grunts from both the guys. The sounds that left your lips felt embarrassing, but you barely had time to focus on that when Childe pushed himself deeper, hitting a certain spot inside you. "Ah, Childe! Slow down!"

You heard him chuckle, pushing your head back to meet his lips. "I could, but I bet you'd cry if I did."

You whimpered, knowing that those words were very true.

Your cries continued, zhongli leaning down to kiss your neck while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You're so wet, is it all for us?

Do you like this? Want me to go faster?

Louder, I want to let everyone passing by hear your sweet moans.

You were sweaty, sandwiched between two guys that were making you get a taste of heaven. That thought alone would be able to send you over the edge. "Please!" You managed to choke out, tears running down your eyes as you begged. Childe only chuckled. "You wanna come? Go ahead, darling. Come for us."

You didn't even think twice as you came on both of their cocks, screaming as you came down from your high. Childe released the hold he had on your neck, your body practically falling on Zhongli's chest as you tried to process what just happened. You were completely out of breath, gasping quite loudly, your pussy growing sensitive when both cocks continued thrusting inside you. You whimpered, shaking your head weakly. "N-No more." You cried, but they completely ignored you, Childe's hands wrapping around your waist. He chuckled at your pathetic cries. "Look at you, what a mess, hmm?" He cooed, catching Zhongli's small smirk. You whimpered, hands clutching whatever they could find as both guys overstimulated you.

You couldn't even pull away, completely stuck between them with no escape. You could smell their scents with sweat, hear their heavy breathing and aggressive grunts as their skin slapped against yours. It only seemed to build your second orgasm faster, tears running down your cheeks as you felt their cocks completely destroying your insides. "F-Fuck!" You managed to breathe, your hands finding their way on Zhongli's shoulders again as his thrusts began to fasten even more than before. You could tell he was close, desperate for a release. Childe seemed to be as well, his groans becoming louder with every thrust. "A-Ah, I'm gonna come!"

Childe chuckled in your ear. "Right with you, darling."

You found yourself bouncing on their cocks, ignoring the throbbing pain of being overstimulated as you continued chasing your second orgasm. Both cocks met your thrusts, you just couldn't stop moaning and whining at the roughness of their cocks.

Childe came first, the sounds escaping his mouth almost sounding like a growl as he released his semen on your back. You were second, whimpering as the pain increased. And then Zhongli, the sexiest groan had left his lips when he came on your stomach, completely painting you with their juices. You fell straight onto Zhongli, your legs barely working as he laid down with you on top of him. You tried to turn around and face Childe, calling him over to lay on your stomach. He happily obliged, his head laying a bit too comfortable on your chest.

Your harsh breathing had filled the car's silence, Zhongli playing with the strands of your hair while you wondered how on earth you were going to get home.

"We should do this again." Childe breathed out, looking up from your chest with a mischievous glint in his eyes. For some reason, your cheeks flushed.

They wanna do this again? With me?

Zhongli chuckled from behind me. "I would love having her sprawled across the sheets of my bed."

A/N: tbh.. i only started writing bc of this

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hey besties, pls do a football player Harry (soccer in case ur american lol) and physical therapist y/n !!

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—-

He was a little shit.

A beautiful, charming, irritating, little shit.

When Y/N has signed on for this team, being the medic was something she had been passionate about for years. Having her own accident and making it so she couldn’t properly play anymore, it was her mission to still be involved in the game so how. Y/N’s own injury and healing process had her become more and more interested in the profession, and here she was.

It wasn’t everything she had dreamed of, as nothing ever was, but it was good. She got to sit field-side every game, close to the action. And every injury she got first look at. She helped the guys with their stretches, their previous injuries and keeping them from Re-injuring themselves, taking care of them and making sure their physical shape was the best it could be.

In general? She was happy. But there was one man who was a thorn in her side and a pain in her crotch.

Harry Styles.

The man who decided it was his personal mission to follow her around like a puppy dog. Popping up in her singular moments of peace during game day. Texting her and asking about very, very small twists of ankles and giving her the ‘🥺 maybe you should come and look at it…’ whenever he did so.

Not to mention his complete and utter want to get into her pants.

Now it wasn’t as if she couldn’t handle a few sexual jokes. Y/N was a big girl and knew 99% of the time, the guys on the team knew their limit. And Harry? Harry, in reality, was a gentleman. Never touched her inappropriately, ever. But the problem was… she kind of wanted him to.

There was no actual clause against staff members and players being together or hooking up. Nope, just frowned upon. Maybe a slap on the wrist. However Y/N knew, she knew that the moment anyone caught wind of her potential affections for any team member or acting on it? It would end with everyone thinking she slept with them to get the job.

Y/N worked long and hard. Tireless hours for make sure these men were healthy, fit, and at their best. She wouldn’t sleep with anyone for any job, and she was actually respected by this team which was something a lot of women weren’t in this field. She could not and would not throw it away for a good dicking.

Fuck, did she want to sometimes.

—-

Harry had these hands. The perfect hands, in her opinion. Big, strong with thinner fingers. Long fingers. A good sized palm, not overly veiny, just perfection in male hand scales. Luckily (or unluckily, whatever way you’d put it) she got to handle them often.

“S’sore today, doc.” He winced, sitting on the table in front of her. Harry’s wrist throbbed. It was rainy, and it was usually a wreck when it was the perfect condition. The ache was annoying, and he knew she had a solution.

Her lips pouted softly as she gently took the hand in place, thumbing over the part of the wrist where rhe injury had occurred. She had learned a while ago where to press, how to rub and get it to lessen before she wrapped it up. “Yeah… old injuries tend to never let you forget.” She sighed, pushing her glasses up into her hair.

Harry never could get over how fucking gorgeous Y/N was. From her nose to her lips, the pretty sparkle in her eye, the curve of her hip… he was obsessed. Not to mention the fact that she was so gentle with him. So kind and sweet, though he knew he got on her nerves with his teasing sometime. She could handle it and he always tried to watch to make sure he wasn’t going too far, but he couldn’t help it.

He was a silly boy with a bit fat crush.

Y/N didn’t bite for any of them. Everyone had attempted when she first came on, testing the waters. Her pretty face was welcome to all the blokes in the team, and there was something incredibly attractive about a woman who could heal. Nonetheless, she never gave in to anything.

In Harry’s case, he knew it was different. He could see her smile at some jokes, see her get the bumps on her skin when he brushed her a certain way. But she avoided the eye contact. Avoided the touches. And it drove him mad.

Of course she wouldn’t know he had actual feelings for him because he was a giant coward most of the time. He hid his affection in the dirty jokes and the teasing squeezes of her waist and teasing. He was a thick skinned man but a full rejection form her would hurt.

Her soft fingers gently massaged over the wrist, making him groan. His head tilted back and he let it out, hissing slightly when she pressed too hard. “Oooh, don’t worry sweetheart. Y’know I like it to hurt a little.” His wide smirk made her roll her eyes huffing under her breath.

Y/N was not having a great day. She had been harassed by an Ex all fucking night over her new job. Making all the damn assumptions that she was getting ‘trained by the team’ in a much more vulgar way, and she had cried half the night. To say she wasn’t in the mood was an understatement, but she was trying.

Harry was not what she needed today, because it made her feel worse. Her blatant attraction to him made her feel guilty. She should be professional and leave it with. The way she had squeeze her legs tighter while he groaned didn’t help her case. The ugly words of how they’ only kept her around for a potential fuck’ was ringing in her head.

Harry though, he was a little oblivious. Her hands were so talented, and he didn’t watch her face for once as she hit a good spot again and he let out another remark.

“Jesus, that’s good. Do those magic hands work everywhere?”

That was the straw that broke her. It wasn’t his fault necessarily, he was just playing. But her eyes watered, hand yanking away as she turned from him, walking over to the bench. Trying to compose herself was hard as the tears burned so hard in her eyes, hands shaking slightly.

Harry startled, not used to that. She never flinched away like that, never ignored his remark and walked away. Usually told him to fuck off, rolled her eyes, something. But the energy in the room immediately shifted and he was uncomfortable. What had happened?

Cautiously, he cleared his throat and stood up from the bench, licking over his dry lips as he spoke again. “Uh… Y/N?”

“S’all I’m good for, right?” She muttered under her breath. Frantically wiping under her eyes she tried to focus on the paper in front of her but she could feel Harry approaching.

He furrowed his brow, not sure if he heard correctly. “Wha-“

Y/N whipped around fast, eyes teary and wet. “I said, that’s all I’m good for right? Only good for my hands and sex and all that pleasure you can get from me?” She hissed. “Only good for a romp in the sheets and a pretty face to heal your wounds and put on band aids. Only good to make you get off and feel good and then what? I’m left here with nothing.”

The tears left her, her hands shaking as she grabbed her bag. Harry felt his stomach drop. Never, ever had he wanted to make her feel like that. Her crying? That wasn’t something he ever wanted to see again. He felt like he had taken a ball to the gut, hard. Those eyes he adored being full of pain, full of tears was his own personal hell.

“Y/N… wait, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“ he tried to follow her to the door, stopping abruptly when she lifted a hand up to him. Her stomping had made him nervous. Now she was leaving without talking to him and he felt like a complete dick. It was their normal teasing, but he had crossed a line.

“Don’t. Just…. Just leave me alone. I’m going home.”

—-

As much as Harry had wanted to chase after her, he had already made her cry once. He wasn’t risking it again.

The icky, gross feeling in his stomach followed him all day. He was gutted. Not only has he apparently crossed a line with someone he respected, he had a fucking crush on her. The man was convinced no other feeling was worse than a crush being angry at him. Even if it sounded juvenile to place it like that.

Harry liked Y/N. He never ever wanted to make her upset in any capacity, let alone feeling like a sex object or violated. He prided himself on respecting women. And he had fucking failed. He needed to make it right, and fast.

He had found her address. In her employee file, and he knew that was bad but he needed to check on her. Regardless of what happened beforehand, she was upset by him enough to leave and go home and he wanted to make sure she was genuinely okay.

It was an overstep and Harry knew it. He had to try, though.

He arrived at her door step with a box of cupcakes and some flowers. Gently kicking the floor, he heard the door open and his heart broke a little more.

Y/N standing in front of him with swollen eyes. She had been crying, seemingly a lot. And she looked upset still. Though he expected her to close the door in his face and tell him to fuck off. But she didn’t.

Instead, she broke into tears again, throwing herself into his chest. Her arms wrapping around his waist, he nearly tumbled over but righted himself as he startled. Quickly he found himself recovering, wrapping his free arm around her and holding her. He was able to maneuver slightly and drop the cupcakes on her entry table, flowers as well before having his arms free.

“Hey…. Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” He whispered softly, gently placing a hand on her back. Rubbing it up and down, letting her cry into his tee shirt. It was worrying. Whatever happened was beyond him, but he wasn’t going to let that take away from the fact he had added and made it worse.

“I’m sorry.” Her muffled response was sobbed into his shirt. “I’m sorry for yelling… and saying you thought those things, you were playing and I…” she pulled back worth tear streaked cheeks and Harry’s look of pure concern making her lip wobble. “You didn’t do it. It was… he kept sayin’ that all the team wants is in my pants, and you make me feel guilty because you’re so…. Beautiful, and I never slept with anyone to get this job! Never. And then he wouldn’t leave me alone-“ she hiccuped, looking up at Harry as he caressed the back of her head.

“Who, lovely? Who wouldn’t leave you alone?” He asked with a calm tone. Of course he wasn’t. Someone was harassing her. And Harry would fucking take care of it. It boiled his blood to think of someone making her feel less than.

“My ex.” She sniffled again, slowly calming. Harry had that quality, she thinks. “He-He broke up with me for taking the job. Said… said that I was going to be a personal whore for all of you. And not do my job.” She took a shuddery breath. It was embarrassing admitting this to him, but he had been on the receiving end for a meltdown that wasn’t his to fix.

“Well, can I tell you something?” He brought his thumb up to wipe away some of the sticky tears from her cheeks. “You arent. You’re no one’s whore. You’re a respected, talented and intelligent member of our staff. You so happen to be incredibly beautiful, which obviously makes people find you more bewitching… but I know that we all look at you as a professional talent. They may have tried their luck at the beginning but you laid down the law quickly and they all understood.” He whispered.

“Me? I was trying my luck, because you’re incredible. And I think you’re lovely. But that isn’t a conversation for now. Let’s make some tea, hm? Relax. I brought you some cupcakes. I need to properly apologize for being inappropriate to you. Regardless if it was a joke…”

—

He sat next to her on her couch. The poor girl was better now, washing her face and a mug of tea in hand while Harry had helped himself to a vase and put the flowers inside. Carnations. He thought they were pretty, didn’t know the name until Y/N had fawned over them.

“I’m sorry for freaking out on you.” She said softly, her big sweatshirt swallowing her up. Before Harry could interrupt, she put a finger up. “I know that you were just playing, Harry. I let you flirt with me like that. And I enjoy it.” She could feel herself get warm in the face. “If you’ve noticed, I let you get away with it. I enjoy it. And you didn’t do anything out of line. I was sensitive… I was still raw and I hadn’t had much sleep because he had blown up my phone and regardless he was telling me things he said in person over and over again. So…” Y/N shifted in her seat and used her sweater paws to bring the drink to her lips. “When you came in… I felt guilty for finding you attractive. For liking what you said to me.”

Harry sat for a moment, quiet. So she had liked it…. And felt guilty. Now knowing the context? It made sense. For the life of him he was trying not to hold in to the fact that she enjoyed it, but he couldn’t. It made him excited.

“Okay. That makes sense. Usually.. I do a better job at reading your physical cues. Sometimes I can see something isn’t the right thing to say because you’re tense already. But I was in my own world cause you were making the pain go away and I felt good. It isn’t an excuse, though.” He gently grabbed her hand once she set down her warm tee, thumbing over the knuckles.

“I felt like such a dick. I still do. You know that? And it isn’t because I’m attracted to you. But it’s because I didn’t think about the position I’m putting you in by flirting.” He moved a little closer. “I would never try and jeopardize your job. I’ve been blinded by my own feelings for a while and I was trying to feel it out but I didn’t think to think it was because someone else or a group of people would look down at you for it.” He frowned.

It was so unfair. They wouldn’t care if he slept with her. But they’d ridicule her for sleeping with him.

“I just want to let you know now as well… I wasn’t trying to come on to you to have a hookup.” He hummed. “The feelings I’ve got are genuine. Alright? They aren’t just too get into your pants. And I never want you to feel as though that’s your only purpose. Ever. You have so much worth, and while I’m positive you don’t need me to tell you that, I want tok anyways.”

He was unreal. She really thinks so. How did a man just… be like him. He was a fan favorite and had charm but behind the scenes he was even better than anything they said.

“Yeah. I think I was afraid. Because… I’m the same, you know?” She shyly admitted. “You’re charming and I didn’t want to admit I let your charm get to me, but it has. It has very much. And I like you. I don’t know what to do about it, but I think it’s only fair I admit it myself as well when you’ve put yourself out on the line.”

Harry’s grin grew, dimples pocketing in his cheeks. She liked him back. His heart was ringing in his ears, the shy little look into her eyes making him want to explode. Fucking adorable girl making him feel such intense emotions…. It was incredible.

Thank god. He thought he was going insane.

“We don’t have to do anything in the sense of our job right now. But since we both know… would you want to explore it? I would say privately. Just get to know each other better. Talk. Hang out. Cook food together… maybe kiss.” He smirked slightly at the end, making her let out a laugh. Her laugh soothed his Damn soul.

“I think I’d like that.”

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Part II maybe? Who knows

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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hey Author-chan could get an imagine/one Levi x fem!reader cannonverse inspired in photograph by Ed Sheeran,please?

I loved writing something based on a song. I never did before, but I felt so sad while writing this lol. I'm sorry if my mood reflects the mood of my stories :') Anyway, I hope you like this one!

Word count: 2501

‘Hi kid’ Levi sat down on the green grass, ‘Hange’s been experimenting with Eren …again’, Levi chuckled, ‘You should’ve seen her today, she almost killed the kid, asking Moblit to draw sketches while Eren’s face was torn off... She’s something else. Oh-‘, Levi carefully picked up the flowers he brought for you, ‘I almost forgot, I think you’re going to love these. Remember how happy you were when I came back from another mission, and I gave these to you? You almost broke my back with how tight you wrapped your arms around me‘.

‘Oi Captain’. Levi looked up from the ground, he could see Jean walking towards him, ‘What are you doing here?’, Levi looked confused, ‘I’ve never seen you here before’. A sad smile appeared on Jean’s face, ‘I often come here to talk to him.. or her’, Jean gestured to another one of the tombstones, ‘Like you were doing’, Jean scratched the back of his neck. ‘Hm’, Levi’s arms were resting on his knees, back pressed against your gravestone. ‘I’m sorry’, Jean looked at the ground, ‘I didn’t mean to interrupt you’, he started walking towards Marco’s grave, ‘I miss her too Captain’, Jean said softly, ‘I told her yesterday how much I wish she would be here with us’.

Levi closed his eyes, head bent towards the ground, teeth firmly pressed against each other. He tried so hard not to cry. Levi knew you didn’t want this, he knew you would’ve wanted him to be happy, to move on… But how could he? He wanted to hold you, to smell your scent, to look into your eyes again, to see that spark again. No one could ever compare to you, no one could make him feel like you did. You made him a better person, you made him break down his walls. Because of you he felt alive again, he could love again, you taught him that it was okay to not be okay, that he didn’t need to act cold or distant to protect himself from all the pain.

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‘Levi!’, you yelled at him with a smile on your face, ‘Look!’, you ran towards him through the crowd. Levi started to smile when he could see how happy you were. ‘Look! Look!’, you were holding Jean’s wrist, pulling him behind you. ‘Y/N’, Jean desperately tried to slow you down, but it was no use.

‘Look!’, you pointed at Jean’s hand, sweat dripping from your forehead. ‘What’s that?’, Levi tilted his head. ‘Th-there’s someone on the corner of the street that draws a portrait of you’, Jean replied. ‘Oh please Levi’, you begged him, ‘I want one of us!!’. You could already see him rolling his eyes, ‘Please’, you looked at your boyfriend with puppy eyes. ‘Tch, fine’, Levi carefully grabbed your hand, ‘You’re lucky that I love you so much’, Levi placed a swift kiss on your lips.

‘Kid, he’s still there, you don’t need to run so fast’, Levi tried to calm you down, but he knew it was futile. You could get so enthusiastic sometimes.

Every time you were like this, Levi’s heart skipped a beat. Not because of how pretty you looked when you were smiling like this, but because he never met anyone who could get so happy about something so small, like a seeing your favorite flower next to the road, or smelling the scent of freshly baked bread, seeing the sun rising every morning,… He loved everything about you, but seeing you like this… Realizing you were his and his alone, made him the happiest man alive.

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‘Here you go’, the older man handed you the piece of paper.

It was an identical portrait of the two of you. The artist had drawn Levi’s hand behind your back, his crescent-shaped eyes looking at you with a soft smile, you beaming with joy, eyes looking up at him. The drawing captured the energy between you two perfectly.

‘It’s beautiful’, you softly replied while looking at the drawing, ‘Thank you so much!’, you smiled at the man, grabbing your wallet. Levi quickly raised his hand, ‘I told you so many times I don’t want you to pay for anything’, he looked at you. ‘Please, it’s a gift’, the man smiled at the two of you, ‘You two made my day just by looking at each other’, the man looked at the ground. There was a nostalgic smile on his face, ‘You remind me of my wife’, he looked at you, ‘She had the same smile on her face’. ‘What happened?’, you held the drawing close to you, ‘She got sick’. ‘I’m sorry’, you looked at the ground, ‘I can’t imagine what it must feel like to lose someone so close’. ‘Oh don’t worry’, the man replied, ‘I’ve drawn many portraits of her… She’s not completely gone’. ‘Here, take it, please’, Levi held out his hand. You could see it was a lot of money for just a drawing. The man stubbornly shook his head, ‘Fine’, Levi replied. ‘Thank you’, you smiled at the man, ‘Don’t worry, take care of each other’, the man kindly smiled at the two of you.

‘Where did you put the money?’, you smirked at Levi. ‘What do you mean?’, Levi smiled at you, ‘I know you would never leave without paying him’. ‘Tch’, Levi placed his arm behind your back, ‘I placed it in his jacket that was hanging on his chair’, Levi placed a small kiss on your cheek.

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‘I dreamt about you tonight’, Levi sighed while standing in front of your grave again, ‘I dreamt I was sitting behind my desk in my office. You knocked on my door, like you did every morning. You brought me my tea before walking behind my chair, hugging me from behind, telling me how much you loved me’, another tear streamed down his cheek. ‘I wish I didn’t wake up, I wish I would’ve died with that dream’, Levi threw the flowers he brought on the ground. ‘I can’t do this without you, I can’t Y/N. I miss you more than I can take’, Levi fell on his knees, ‘I know you never wanted this, I know you told me to be strong, to live a happy life, but how am I supposed to do that when you were my happiness? When you were the one that kept me going, that kept me strong’, Levi couldn’t stop himself from crying. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, ‘Look Levi’, it was Hange’s voice.

Levi didn’t respond, he kept looking at the ground. He hated that someone saw him like this.

‘Isn’t that her favorite bird?’, Hange softly pinched Levi’s shoulder. Levi looked up at your grave, he could see a robin sitting on it, tilting his head at different angles, looking at him. ‘Tch’, Levi closed his eyes, crying even harder. ‘It’s okay Levi’, Hange sat down next to him, her arm wrapped around Levi’s shoulder, ‘She’s still here with you’, Hange smiled sadly at the bird, ‘She’s still here with us’.

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‘Are you still looking at that drawing?’, Levi walked towards you. You were already in bed, ready to go to sleep. ‘Ai’, you smiled at the drawing before looking at him, ‘L-levi I… I can’t imagine living without you’. ‘You don’t have to’, Levi smiled before crawling onto the bed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, ‘I would never leave you’. ‘B-but what if something happens when we're on a mission?’, you could feel a lump in your throat, ‘What if-‘, ‘I know kid’, Levi sighed, ‘I worry about you all the time too’. ‘What if we leave Levi? What if we leave the Corps, get a nice home, and live a peaceful, quiet life? One where we can grow old together, maybe start a family…’, you whispered while looking at him. ‘You know I can’t do that Y/N’, Levi looked down at his hands, ‘You know the Corps needs me’. ‘You’re right’, you quickly pulled yourself together, ‘World’s strongest soldier’, you smiled before laying down on his lap, ‘I love you, Levi’. Levi started stroking through your hair, ‘I love you too kid’.

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‘Y/N?’, Levi grunted while searching for you in his bed, ‘Where are you kid? It’s the middle of the ni-‘, Levi stopped talking. ‘Right’, he sighed, ‘You’re not here anymore, are you?’, he rolled over to his side, looking at the drawing that he had framed.

He had placed it on his nightstand before going to sleep. During the day, he would take it with him into his office, placing it on his desk. Levi was afraid, more than anything, to forget your face, the way you looked at him, the way you smiled at him… He already had started to forget your voice, to forget the way you smelled...

‘I wish I said yes to your question. I wish we left the Corps’, Levi closed his eyes again, ‘Maybe you would still be here, with me…’.

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‘Captain!’, Levi could hear Jean yelling while swinging towards him, ‘I-it’s Y/N!’. Levi could see you hanging on Jean’s back, your arms weakly wrapped around him. ‘W-what?’, Levi could feel his heart clenching, ‘What happened?’, he started running towards his cadet. Jean carefully laid you on down on the cold tiles of the roof Levi was standing on. ‘T-the blast when the Colossal Titan transformed… S-she was too close’, Jean’s voice was shaking.

You were more than just a squad leader to your cadets. You were their friend, always making sure they were doing alright, talking to them when you noticed something was wrong. Jean even told you about Mikasa, and how much it hurt him when she ignored him. Connie talked to you about the Titan that looked like his mother, Armin about how bad he wanted to see the outside world,… You loved every one of your cadets.

‘Y/N?’, Levi quickly sat down on his knees beside you, scanning your body for injuries. ‘L-levi?’, you looked at the blue sky above you. ‘Ssh, stay still, please’, Levi signaled Jean to give him something to stop the bleeding on your chest. ‘The sky..It looks so pretty’, you tried to keep your eyes open, to keep the darkness away. ‘Try to look at me’, Levi’s voice was shaking, ‘You’re going to see it many times more’. ‘I-I don’t think so’, you could taste blood on your tongue, ‘B-but you’re prettier than the sky anyway’, you looked at Levi, carefully placing your hand on his arm that was pressing down on your wound, ‘It’s fine Levi’, you whispered. Levi’s gaze was fixed on your wound, eyes filling with tears, ‘You can’t leave me Y/N, you can’t’, he whispered. ‘J-jean?’, you looked at your cadet, ‘M-make sure Hange and Erwin take care of him’. ‘Y/N, y-you’re going to be fine, you can take care of him yourself’, you could see he was in shock. ‘Levi please’, you smiled at him, ‘I don’t want you to remember me like this’, Levi looked at you, tears streaming down his cheek. ‘When I’m gone’, ‘You’re going to be fine Y/N!’, Levi raised his voice, ‘Stop saying shit like that’. ‘When I’m gone, I want you to be happy, okay? I don’t-‘, you could feel it was getting harder to breathe, your vision was getting blurred, ‘I don’t want you to live a miserable life, I need you to live for me, okay?’, you started to cry too.

You could feel you weren’t going to make it. You were scared you would never see him again, that you would never hear his voice again.

‘Y/N please’, Levi begged you, ‘I can’t live without you’. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll always be with you’, you could see a robin sitting down on Levi’s shoulder. ‘Hi there’, you smiled, ‘Here to take me with you, aren’t you?’. ‘H-huh?’, you could hear Jean’s confused voice. ‘Y/N?’, Levi widened his eyes, ‘Stay with me, keep looking at me’, Levi desperately placed both hands on your shoulder. ‘C-can’t you see the robin on Levi’s shoulder Jean?’, you smiled. You could see the bird flying away, ‘Wait for me’, you whispered while looking at the bird into the sky, ‘I want to go home with you’. ‘Y/N, no, look at me-‘, ‘I love you Levi’, you whispered before taking your last breath.

‘Y/N!’, Levi started shaking you, ‘Y/N wake up please’, Levi cried out, ‘No, please’. Levi placed his arm behind your back, placing you on his lap, ‘We can leave the Corps Y/N, we can start a family, like you wanted.. You just, you need to wake up’, Levi looked down at you. He could see there was no life left in your eyes. ‘C-captain?’, Jean was still standing there, hands shaking, looking in shock at Levi holding your lifeless body, ‘I-is she…’.

Levi didn’t respond. He couldn’t say it, he didn’t want to. Because when he acknowledged it, it would become a reality, and he couldn’t live without you.

Jean sat down next to Levi, tears streaming down his face. Jean couldn’t talk, he kept looking straight in front of him.

The two of them sat there until Hange and the other cadets found them. They hadn’t moved a single muscle. Everyone was in shock when they heard you’d died. They knew nothing would ever be the same. The Corps would feel empty without you. No one could replicate your energy, no one could make them smile as you did. You were always so positive, so kind, caring… Always beaming with joy, always looking at everyone with that spark in your eyes,…

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‘Hi kid’, Levi once again sat down against your gravestone, ‘It’s our anniversary today’, he smiled, ‘Remember how drunk we were after dinner on our last anniversary? How we were walking across town… How you asked me to kiss you under the lamppost at the corner of that street?’, Levi looked at the sky. ‘Sasha made me smile today’, he chuckled, ‘That brat punched me, can you believe that? All because the Corps was given some meat… I’m not joking when I tell you I had to tie her up’, Levi let out a soft laugh.

‘H-huh?’, he widened his eyes when he could see a small bird landing in front of him. Levi smiled when he saw it was the same bird as yesterday,, Levi tucked his knees into his chest, ‘Can you tell Erwin and Farlan to take care of you? And say hello to Isabelle for me too’, Levi whispered to the bird, ‘Tell them to wait for me to come home too’.

And just like that, the bird flew away.

‘Guess you’re here with us after all’, Levi smiled before taking the frame with the drawing out of his bag, ‘I can’t wait to see you smile at me like that again’.

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mossybank · 3 years

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Scott Lang with a superhero S/O

gif by @thorodinsson

Headcanons

Scott Lang x GN!Reader

A/N: for the best dad in the mcu on fathers day <3 i'll have some ahs stuff out soon!.. Just been in a marvel mood this past week lol

The two of you met when you joined the avengers, he was fucking around in his tiny form on you almost stepped on him causing him to go back to normal size in panic and accidentally headbutt you

"Hey, watch where you're—" He'd be cut off by your heads colliding, both of you gripping your own in pain, but when he looked back at you he felt all annoyance slip away and instead just stood there mouth agape and staring in awe

Luis had to put up with Scott rambling about you for at least two weeks before he worked up the courage to ask you out for coffee

The two of you have a tally of who saves who's ass the most, it's mostly a light hearted competition but the winner gets to pick what happens on date night so the two of you can get pretty competitive over it sometimes

Scott tends to get pretty distracted on missions with you there too though so you often end up being split up

The media absolutely eats up your relationship, there's so many videos and photos of the two of you being lovey-dovey mid mission and you have a niche following of shippers online

There's a few people that ship Scott and Hope though, 'it's the Antman and the wasp! They're a team, they're perfect for each other!', but what they don't know is that Hope is actually the one who convinced Scott to ask you out for real

She's an absolute angel and a beacon of hope amongst the online toxicity, you know she'd never get between you and Scott

Luis gave Scott a lot of advice but it was absolutely abysmal and a sure fire way for him to get rejected lol so Hope came in clutch when it came to getting you two together

She definitely invited you out to hang out a few times and threw in some subtle questions about Scott to gauge whether you liked him or not

Cassie absolutely loves you and is always telling you how thankful she is that you're keeping her daddy in check on missions

She also loves that you teach her little fight moves for fun and show of your powers to her if you have them

Scott will literally shout from the mountain tops how much he loves you

The two of you have probably almost gotten frisky in your hero costumes before which would've earned a slap on the wrist from Hank because there's no way he's letting Scott use the suit for that

The avengers also lowkey, jokingly, hate you guys because you're just always so lovey with each other

They're just jealous because you're absolute couple goals though, let's be honest

The guys always tease Scott on how soft he is for you, I mean he'll genuinely bend over backwards to do anything you want

Scott teaches you the names of every single one of his ants and expects you to remember them too, he honestly acts as if they're your children

I imagine the two of you having a little piece of each other on your costumes to remember each other when on separate missions, just like a little nod to each other (a bit like the mind stone shaped cutout on wanda's new costume!)

He proposes to you by bringing you up to the roof top and telling you to look down at the ground, his ants eventually grouping up to form the sentence 'will you marry me?'

It's kind of weird but it's so sweet and totally Scott, there'd be no way you could say no

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nahoyagf · 3 years

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Heyy bestiee it's me again your boiiii. Can I request for jealous sex with mitsuya 🥺😳

I've been thinking about thus since yesterday babe pls, i just want to have a boyfie like MITSUYAAAA.

When mitsuya is jealous i see him as the kinda of person who'll do everything silently and sexily y'know what i mean boo. Like his eyes will never leave yours while doing you. Tease you so you'll think of him. Give you bites and marks so you'll know who you belongs to.

Okay thats it from my dirty dirty little mind about mitsuya. I swear I'm simp to much over him. No regrets tho 😳

Of course you can ignore this if its not your cup of tea. Thank youuu so much for letting me request again, hope you're not bored anymore 😌 stay healthy my boo

a/n: first of all, i love ur energy bestie<3 second of all, ofc! ngl this is the first smut i’ve written so i hope it’s not trash lol tysm for requesting bae

drunk { mitsuya x reader }

warnings: nsfw, creampie, roughness (ish), fem! reader

it was never supposed to end up this way.

your face squished up against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. two large hands grabbing at the underneath of your thigh as well as the softness of your chest. the sound of skin slapping filled the room but the outside noise of music and talking overweighted it.

this was just meant to be a fun houseparty. hakkai had invited you guys and of course, you accepted. it was pretty unneventful for the first few hours. just dancing and laughter and drinks.

but the mood changed when hakkai had one too many drinks.

“i think i... i think i need to go- outside” he said through hiccups and slurs. you looked at him with concern painted over your features. if you were being honest, he was quite the lightweight and the bet between him and mitsuya to see who could handle the most shots certainly wasn’t helping him.

mitsuya reached for him but you were quicker to your feet.

“i’ll help you, c’mon” you said, your voice soft and sweet. mitsuya, who wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or not, raised an eyebrow at the tone. noticing how your hands petted hakkai’s hair and back. and in his drunken stupor, reached out blindly. hands grabbing at your thighs or face or chest. he was touching you all over, yet you were too worried about him to really make a fuss over it.

“t-thank you.... you’re so nice. too nice for mitsuya.” hakkai giggled, obviously just being a drunken idiot. but the mitsuya the words lit a fire in his belly.

you got hakkai outside, sitting him on the front porch and going back inside to find mitsuya.

“can we take-“

“come with me. i need your help.”

mitsuya grabbed your wrist with a newly found strength and started pulling your through the crowds of people. not bothering to apologize for ramming right through them. you were confused what was so urgent, maybe he spilt something on his shirt and wanted help cleaning it?

he pulled you into the small bathroom, shutting the door but not bothering to lock it.

“what are you-“

you didn’t get a response other than an icy glare that cut you off. the clink of his belt caught your ears. you were about to tell him that you needed to get hakkai home, when he gripped your face. his lips meeting yours with such urgency and desire that is overwhelmed you. mitsuya was normally so delicate with you, like you were fine china.

he lifted you onto the counter, pulling off your panties from under your skirt. he ran his finger along your slit, feeling how wet it was. this only caused him to face you with a glare.

“his little grope sesh made you like this, huh? you like being touched like that? you want that?”

you couldn’t respond from his grip on your face, but you tried to shake your head no. honestly, the alchohol had gotten to you. while it’s a pain in the ass, anytime you get a drink in your system it seems to mess with your horomones the most.

he pulled down his boxers about halfway down his thighs. revealing his thick cock. to be honest, you and mitsuya had only done the deed about twice. if you exclude the few sloppy make outs you’ve had. the girth of it and the slight curve always scared you, plus he never made it really obvious when he wanted to take it farther. a complete contrast from his actions tonight.

he rubbed it up and down your slit, lips moving toward your neck. his breath was hot and smelled like the blue raspberry vodka that he had been drinking earlier. the kisses were soft as first, gentle and graceful just like they normally were. but eventually they began to grow into bites and nibbles, his teeth grazing along your jaw line.

you let out a low whimper. his hand reaching down to your clit. the movements where slow but well thought out and effective, his fingers working wonders on you. he tilted his face up to yours, eyes peering at your expressions as you came apart.

perhaps it was the alchohol or maybe it was his sudden mood, but something made you extra sensitive. every touch had you moaning or letting out little gasps. he smirked at this, smirked at how good he was making you feel.

“please. please...p-put it in.” you whimpered out, his eyes dancing up to yours.

there was no answer, except for the hot press of his lips against yours and then finally, finally he pushed through the rim of your walls. bottoming out in one go. the stretch burned, but in the best way. tears rimmed near your waterline, your hands gripping his shoulders as he brought himself up to full height.

“fuck.” he groaned out, it was quiet but throaty. the slight raspyness in his voice from having to yell over the music. he rested his head between the juncture of your neck and your shoulder. his eyes looked up, being met with his own reflection in the mirror. it was then that he got the reminder of what had set him off earlier, brows furrowing. he remembered your giggles and your caring eyes. the way you touched him and the way you let him touch you.

he snapped his hips back only to pound back into you. each thrust increasing in vigor and power. you slipped your hands from his shoulder to his back. crying out little “slow down” and “stop” here and there but all went unheard by your boyfriend.

he lifted you from the counter, flipping you over and pinning you against the wall. your face pressed so hard into the tile that it hurt, but his mouth began pressing kisses to your neck again that it distracted from the pain. he lifted your thigh and began hitting you at the perfect spot. the spongy bundle of nerves let out burts of white hot pleasure everytime he kissed it with his tip.

“mitsu! i’m gonna- i’m gonna, fuck, cum” you could hardly form a sentence with his pace. the man only groaned out, nearing his end as well.

you felt the coil finally snap, walls clenching and hands scratching into the wall. you let out a cry and felt the pace only pick up as he gave you no time to break.

his breathing was heavier and his mouth kept biting at your soft flesh. the smalls nips of pain keeping you awake. finally, the man behind you let out a low groan that got more high pitched and breathy as his thrusts slowed. finally he stilled, still groaning, and spilt hot ropes of seed into you. giving shallow thrusts every now and then. he breathed out and then pulled himself from inside of you. catching your body as you slumpt to the floor.

he helped you lay down, propping up against the wall. his hands massaged your body slightly, lips letting out small words of praise and affection. his fingers found their way back to your sore hole and pushed the stick cum back inside. he leaned over you, lips meeting your forehead.

“you okay, baby?” his voice was so much softer. caring and full of love.

you could only nod and allow him to help you stand. he wrapped an arm around your waist and you slid your head onto his shoulder.

“let’s take that idiot home.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #hakkai x reader #📁:general

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wicked-mind · 3 years

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Last Love

Summary: Based on the quote “He may be your first love but I intend to be your last” by Klaus Mikaelson.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Descriptions of domestic abuse, swearing.

Note: I wrote this in an hour after a sudden spurt of inspiration. Any mistakes are my own due to the fact it is two in the morning lol. As always, any likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. I love that shit (:

Part Two Here

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You were on your way to class when you felt a grip on your upper arm, pulling you into a janitor closet and shutting the door behind you. Your blinked your eyes a few times to adjust to the darkness before seeing the muscular, dark haired man in front of you with a cocky grin that seemed to be permanently on his lips anytime you saw him, “Bucky! What the hell? Class starts in like thirty seconds, I can’t be late again!.” You whined out at him. It was your sophomore year in college and the teacher in the class you had happened to be an asshole of a professor with a god complex and he had humiliated you in front of the whole class the first time you were late.

Bucky grinned down at you, taking a step closer and placing one hand on the shelf behind you beside your head, leaning closer until he could smell your sweet perfume, “I miss you, doll. That boyfriend of yours has been taking up all your time leaving none for me.” He purred out to you before checking the watch on his wrist, “Nine-oh-one. You’re late. Might as well hang out in here with me.”

You had known Bucky since high school and somehow even ended up at the same college which he always claimed was a ‘happy accident’ or ‘fate.’ You didn’t know why, but he was infatuated with you. He was always cornering you against lockers or pulling you into empty rooms to slip out some sly line that always made your heart beat a little too fast and always managed to make you blush. You pulled your notebooks tighter to your chest as he leaned closer, forgetting how to breathe for a moment in his presence. You always felt something for Bucky, and he knew it, but the fact he couldn’t keep himself out of trouble was something that had always held you back from being with him, “I’m sorry we haven’t been able to spend as much time together as we used to, Buck… It’s just Charlie doesn’t really like you very much and I have a lot of studying to do.” Charlie had been your boyfriend for almost a year and he was so unbelievably sweet to you. He treated you like a princess and always gave you the warmest hugs and softest kisses. Well, almost the warmest hugs and softest kisses... There’s only been one other person that had Charlie beat and he was cornering you in a janitor closet.

Bucky chuckles a little at your excuse, shaking his head before resuming to stare into your eyes, “Oh, Y/N. My perfect little Y/N.” He said, lifting his other hand to gently run his knuckles along your cheek causing a shiver to run up your spine, “Do you love him?”

You pondered his question for a moment, slightly lost in those gorgeous blue eyes of his before nodding slowly, “I do, Buck. I really do love him.” You squeaked out. Bucky always made you nervous and your legs feel numb.

Bucky’s grin turned into a sweet smile towards you. He moved his hand that was stroking your cheek to lean on the shelf behind you as well, trapping you against the shelf now with both his arms. He leans his face closer until you could feel his warm, minty breath against your face and his lips were almost brushing against yours, “That’s fine, sweetheart.” He whispers out to you, staring into your eyes with his mischievous blue ones, “He may be your first love, but I intend to be your last. I’ll wait for you forever, doll.”

It had been a year since you graduated with your bachelors degree and also a year since you had seen or talked to Bucky due to Charlie. You had moved in with him right after graduating and that was when it seemed like his personality took a complete 180. He no longer left sweet kisses on your skin or gave you those warm hugs that made you melt. Instead those once sweet touches you craved had turned into violent ones you flinched away from. Charlie drank too much and that was when he was at his worst. He would lose his temper over what seemed small to you but was the end of the world to him. But you felt trapped. You had tried to leave once but he came home from the bar before you managed to slip out the door. He punished you for that, leaving you a shaking mess on the floor in the bathroom with a broken nose and bruises on your ribs.

It was the holiday season and Charlie had told you to decorate the house for a Christmas party he would be hosting tomorrow. You spent your whole day setting up a tree and decorating it as perfect as you could before moving onto decorating the rest of the house. You hung up the stockings on the fireplace and decorated the mantle with little nutcrackers your grandmother had passed down to you before she passed away. Once you were proud of the decorating of the house, you waited and waited for Charlie to get back from wherever he had went, assuming he went to the bar. You stripped out of your clothing and put on some comfy pajama pants and a tank top before pulling your robe over your body. You went to make some tea and sat on the couch, waiting for Charlie to return.

You tried to keep yourself awake on the couch, but slipped off into sleep sitting up with a blanket on your lap and the tv playing some late night television show. You were startled away with a crack, your eyes opening to see Charlie knocking off the nutcrackers from the fireplace and stepping on them one by one, “Charlie, what are you doing?!” You said, launching off the couch and trying to snag one of the unharmed nutcrackers.

Charlie immediately turned his gaze on you, gripping your wrist roughly before you could grab one of the nutcrackers, “What did I tell you?” He growled out, his eyes glossed over and his breath stunk of alcohol as he spoke to you.

“Honey… I decorated… I’m sorry if you don’t like it just… Just tell me what you were thinking and I’ll fix it…” You breathed out, trying your best to put on a smile to calm him. The grasp he had on your wrist tightened, causing you to wince, “C’mon, honey… let’s just go to bed and I’ll fix it all tomorrow before the party, I promise.”

Charlie shook his head at you, making light clicking noises with his tongue, “Oh baby… Why can’t you just get things right the first time?” He mumbled out to you before a harsh slap came across your cheek, making tears fall from your eyes as you whimpered for him to please stop, “You make it so hard to love you.” He said, moving his hand from your wrist to your cheeks, squeezing them harshly before shoving you back hard enough to make you run into the Christmas tree, knocking it over with a loud crash beside you on the floor.

You looked over to see him approaching you with that look in his eyes that you knew so well. He wasn’t going to stop and this wasn’t over. You scrambled to your feet, making a run for the bathroom to lock yourself inside but as you were shutting the door Charlie kicked it open, causing you to fly back against the counter and wince at the pain that shot up your arm when it hit the edge of the hard counter. You sunk to the ground, holding your hands up towards him as if to tell Charlie that you had been defeated, sobbing, “Charlie I’m so sorry… I’m so-“ Charlie cut off your sentence by landing a punch to your cheek before gripping onto your hair and pulling you up to meet his eye line, “You say your sorry every time and yet here we are again. You’re so disappointing and worthless.” He growled out, throwing you by the hair towards the tub which you stumbled over and fell into, bringing the shower curtain and rod toppling down on top of you. He was on you in seconds, slapping you again with the back of his hand where his college football ring managed to open up a large cut on your lip. He gripped the collar of your robe, pulling your face close to his, “I can’t even stand the sight of you.” He growled out before pushing you back into the bathtub. He stood up straight, placing a hand on his hip while the other ran through his hair slowly as he let out a deep sigh, “I’m going out. I expect this all to be cleaned up and when I get back you better be waiting for me in bed.”

You watched him exit the bathroom door with a slam, staying still with tears running down your cheeks until you heard the slam of the front door indicating Charlie had left again. You let out a loud sob, looking around the bathroom. You felt hopeless, worthless… lost. You needed to get out of here, get away from him. You pulled yourself out of the bathtub, wincing slightly when you got to your feet and noticed a large bruise forming on your thigh which you assumed was from when Charlie threw you into the tub. You forced yourself to look in the mirror at the injuries on your face- a nasty split lip, a cut on your forehead from when you were thrown into the tree and landed on the floor, and a bruise already forming on your cheek where he had punched and slapped you. You shook your head at yourself, wondering how you ended up here. Wondering what you had done to make Charlie turn into a monster.

You stepped out of the bathroom slowly on shaking legs, wincing at the pain in your arm and leg as you made your way to the bedroom, still sobbing. You saw your phone sitting on the dresser and the only thing that could pass through your mind is that you needed safety. You needed someone to help you. You needed Bucky. You grabbed you phone and prayed that his number was still the same, clicking his number and holding the phone to your ear.

“Hey, doll.” His voice was still like velvet, rolling off his tongue in a flirty matter and you just knew he had that crooked grin planted on his lips, “Been a while, how you been pretty girl?” You opened your mouth to speak but only a small sob came out of your mouth which made his tone change instantly to worry, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself so you could form words, “Bucky… I need you… I need help…”

You could hear him fumbling around, assuming he was pulling himself out of bed and throwing on clothes, “I’m on the way, just text me the address. I got you, darlin’.”

You breathed out an ‘okay’ before hanging up the phone, sending him a message of your address and slumped onto the floor of your bedroom, gripping the phone for dear life as if it was your only life line. Then you broke. Wailing and crying at the trauma you had endured for over a year and you couldn’t help but feel like Bucky wouldn’t be able to do anything to help you.

You heard the front door open and you fell silent, your body tensing as you wondered if Charlie had returned. You held your breath, hoping that you could just make yourself invisible if you were silent and still enough. Then you heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom in a rush and you looked up to see Bucky standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

Bucky broke just about every traffic law he could on his way over to your house, letting himself in and scanning the rooms for any sign of you. His brow furrowed when he saw the tree knocked over with broken ornaments and nutcrackers on the floor, wondering what had happened. Then he walked into the bedroom and saw you there on the floor, beaten with tears rolling down your cheeks and gripping your phone, “Oh doll, no.” He whispered out, walking over and kneeling down on his knees in front of you. He lifted your chin up and looked at the wounds to your face, “What happened, sweetheart?” His angel, his perfect little Y/N was there in front o him broken and it was breaking his heart.

You could see the anger in his eyes but his tone was nothing but soft and filled with concern. His touch was gentle which was an immediate relief to you, having not been touched gently for so long. You whimpered slightly and closed your eyes, shaking your head, “Bucky… Please… Just get me out of here…” You sobbed out.

Bucky gently ran his finger tips over your cheek, nodding towards you, “I got you, sweetheart. Do you have a bag anywhere?” He asks and you nodded, pointing over to the closet. He stood up and went to the closet, pulling out a suitcase and placing it open on the bed. Bucky came back over to you, kneeling down and taking your hands gently to help you stand, “What do you need?”

“Just… Just some clothes… I don’t know.” You mumble out to him, your body still shaking and you gripped onto him, worried you’d fall.

Bucky nodded, keeping one hand in yours and moving the other around your waist and helped you to sit on the bed, “You just sit here, I’ll get your stuff.” He told you with a small smile before going back into the closet. He grabbed as many of your clothes he could from the closet, quickly shoving them into the suitcase as you stared at a wall still shaking. Once Bucky was done in the closet, he looked around the room for anything else you may need. He went through the bedside draws, grabbing out your journal and throwing it into the suitcase as well as your phone charger. Then he went to the dresser and opened the drawers, pulling out anything that looked like it was yours such as bras, underwear, and some jewelry. Once he had the suitcase full he turned to look at you, tilting your head up to look at him with his fingers on your chin, “Is there anything else you need, sweetheart?” He asks softly and when you shook your head no, he zipped up the suitcase and lifted it by the handle with one hand and outstretched his other towards you.

You shakily take his hand, letting him pull you up from the bed and help you out of the bedroom headed straight for the front door. You pause when you see all the Christmas decorations ruined, releasing his hand and walking over to grab the only nutcracker that hadn’t been broken by Charlie. You pulled it into your chest before going back to Bucky’s side where he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and led you out of that terrible house and into the safety of his black truck.

Bucky kept his hand in yours for the whole drive, cranking the heat so you weren’t shivering as you were still in your pajamas and robe. He would glance over at you every so often to just see you staring at your bare feet and would give your hand a small squeeze as if trying to ground you. Once he got you back to his house, Bucky helped you through the front door where you were immediately met with familiar faces sitting on the couch watching a football game and drinking beer.

“Oh my god, Y/N?” Steve asked, standing up and walking over to you immediately, looking down at you with a horrified look on his face, “What happened?”

You looked up at Steve and tired to manage the best smile you could, “Hi, Stevie.” You say softly then notice Sam was right behind him and you half smiled towards him before looking back down at the floor, still clutching the nutcracker in your hands.

Bucky noted how uncomfortable you looked, not wanting to talk about what had happened yet, “I’m gonna get her upstairs guys, I’m sure we will have time to catch up later.” He said, giving Steve and Sam a look before leading you upstairs to his bedroom. He set the suitcase down on the floor and watched as you immediately sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the nutcracker in your hands. Bucky moved to sit next to you on the bed, rubbing your back softly, “Y/N, sweetheart, can you tell me what happened? Did Charlie do this to you?”

You kept your eyes on the nutcracker in your hands. At least Charlie didn’t get to your favorite one and you were able to bring it with you. He had red circles on his face for rosy cheeks and a long white beard with blue clothes painted on him and a matching blue hat. Tears hadn’t stopped falling from your eyes since Charlie left, “He just… changed, Buck..” You started, your voice barely above a whisper, “After I moved in with him, he changed. He started drinking a lot more… and then all this…” You lifted a hand to gesture to your wounded face, “All this just… happened. He was upset about how I decorated for Christmas…”

Bucky felt more rage than he had ever felt in his life for what you had been through, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He whispers to you, keeping his voice leveled as he didn’t want you to know how angry he was, “What can I do?”

You looked up into his eyes, scanning his face before looking back down at the nutcracker in your hands, “Can… can you just hold me until I fall asleep?” You ask softly, “I still don’t feel… safe.” Bucky had always made you feel safe even though he was quite the trouble maker. You wished you would’ve just given into your feelings for him then maybe none of this would’ve happened to you. And the way he looked at you… fuck, all those feelings you had for him just came flooding back in like you haven’t seen him for years.

Bucky smiles and nods, “Of course, doll. It’d be my honor.” He told you, “You’re always safe with me, sweetheart. But before we go to bed, why don’t we get you cleaned up?” When you nodded, he stood and left the room coming back with a frozen bag of vegetables, a damp wash cloth, and some rubbing alcohol. He cleaned your wounds on your face, making you hold the frozen vegetables to your cheek to help reduce swelling. Once you were all cleaned up to the best of his capability, Bucky helped you change into some clean pajamas since the ones you had on were slightly torn with spots of blood from your own wounds. It also gave Bucky a chance to assess the large bruise forming on your upper thigh. Once you were all changed, he got into bed with you, tucking the covers over your shoulders.

You stared at Bucky who was staring back at you with a small smile, gently stroking his fingertips along your arm to comfort you. After a few minutes of silence, you decided to speak, “I’m sorry, Bucky.” You whisper to him, “For not talking to you… He made me stop.”

Bucky smiled and shushed you, “It’s okay, doll. You’re here now. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You nod slightly and scooted a little closer to him, leaning your head on his chest though it made you wince at the touch but you didn’t back away, feeling safe and comfortable as he had always made you feel, “You’ve always been my person… Thank you.”

Bucky moved his hand to stroke through your hair softly before kissing your forehead gently, “And I always will be.”

Bucky helped you through a lot over the next six months. At first, you’d flinch whenever anybody made a sudden more towards you or something loud startled you. Bucky was always there right beside you though, taking your hand and leaving kisses along your knuckles to calm you down and let you know it was going to be okay. You stayed in his room, he had made room in his closet and drawers for all your clothes. You slept next to him in his bed everynight, feeling safe in his arms. Charlie had been calling your phone incessantly and one day after sixteen nasty text messages and an awful voicemail, Bucky left with Sam while you stayed in the house with Steve watching cartoons. After that day, Charlie never bothered you again and although you were worried about what Sam and Bucky had done to him, you were grateful to finally be able to move on with your life.

After Charlie had been taken care of, Bucky and you quickly got back into the groove of your friendship. He would flirt with you nonstop, always wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulder and leaving soft kisses on your forehead and nose. He even helped you with your nightmares, pulling you close and waking you up to whisper sweet and comforting things into your ear until you fell asleep again. Bucky grounded you, made you feel special. He was slowly making up for all the things Charlie had done to you, showing you how special you are and all the love you deserved.

You were curled up next to him in his bed, staring at his sleeping face as his arms were wrapped around you. He looked so beautiful laying there asleep that it made a small smile form onto your lips. You’d been kicking yourself the last few weeks mentally for not just giving into him years ago, wondering what your life would’ve been like if you just said yes when he asked you out everyday in high school. You bit your lip gently before whispering, “Bucky?”

“Hmm?” Bucky hummed out to you, keeping his eyes closed but a small smile formed on his lips at your voice.

You studied his features, nervous for your next words, “Did you mean what you said years ago? About being my last love?” You ask softly.

Bucky opened one eye to look over at you when you asked the question, his smile widening and he pulled you closer into his arms and kissed your nose gently, “Of course, doll. Why?”

You smile softly to him, watching him now open both eyes to stare at you curiously, “Because I… I love you. I always have and I’m sorry I wasted so much time not being with you.”

Bucky’s smile turned into that crooked grin that you swear was crafted by god himself, “You mean that, sweetheart?” He purred out to you, “You love me?”

You nodded slowly, “I do. And not just for saving me but everything you’ve always done for me. You’ve always treated me like I was important, worthy of love.”

Bucky shifted in the bed, rolling on top of you and staring down at you lovingly, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say those words, sweetheart.” He said down to you before lowering his face closer to yours, his lips brushing against your jaw softly making you let out a jagged breath at his touch, “Because I have always loved you. And I always will love you. We are meant to be, baby. Just took a little longer for us to get here.” He whispered out against your skin before his lips met yours, kissing you deeply while he brought a palm up to your cheek.

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words, thinking it didn’t get better than this. But then he kissed you and it was like fire danced across your skin. Your hands went up to tangle in his dark hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been kissed so affectionately, felt so loved. You kept kissing him, not wanting to waste anymore time without feeling his love. You were finally his and he was yours.

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izayanna · 3 years

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Flowers are indeed beautiful when painted with blood

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Warnings ; angst?? Mentions of blood,sickness,hanahaki disease, not proofread

Characters : Childe x gn! Reader, Keqing (lol)

A/n : Hi! Its my first time making a fic of my favorite character, and i dont know why but I have this urge to create a fic because Im shy in making requests to my favorite authors!! Also pls ignore the mistakes, this is my first time writing so hoping its good? Also i dont know what title should i put so uhhh hehe

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"This is ridiculous"

you said as you stare in the mirror. Tears staining your face, blood and petals all over the bathroom.

"Why is this happening to me"

You grip on your chest tighter as the pain started to grow even worse

"How can I be so dumb"

You knew you were suffering from hanahaki disease. You thought it was just a myth or a foe, but really, you didn't expect yourself to suffer from such a disease. You tried to hold back your tears as the pain keeps on growing

Is this my fault?

Is this what I get in return?

You sat on the bathroom floor and breathed slowly

Is this finally it?

As you closed your eyes you suddenly remember him, your bestfriend, your comrade, your loved one

Ajax...

Ajax, Tartaglia, Childe or whatever you may call him is your bestfriend. He was the first friend you made when you first moved into Liyue. You were minding your own business as you were walking in the streets, walking around exploring the city When suddenly a ginger-haired man bumped into you

"Oh sorry! Didn't see you there"

You were about to say something but as you looked up, He flashed a kind, genuine smile. A smile that you never knew would leave a mark in your head. He let out his hand to help you stand up and you both exchange names

You were indeed starstruck at the ginger-haired, goofy looking man, Eyes that reminded you of the deep ocean blue You were snapped back to reality when he waved a hand infront of you

"Hello? Is there something wrong?"

"N-nothing, I was just thinking about.."

You looked around and saw a restaurant, you invited him to eat lunch with you and he gladly accepted your invitation.

That's where the both of you started to get closer, to everyday hang-outs and nightwalks. To barging into one's house in the middle of the night for some reason, Bringing you to Snezhnaya to meet his family as to where as Teucer took an interest to you and calls you Big Sis. Everything was okay, everything was fine

Until she came...

As you and Ajax were walking by the beach, talking about each other's day, enjoying each other's company

"Hey (name),What do you think of (someone's name)?"

You stopped at your tracks with eyes widened but you turned to face him and gave him a smile

"Well she's alright I guess?"

"She's strong" you're not

"Really pretty" you're not

"And brave" you're not

Childe smiled "really?" And you nodded "Well, I've been thinking of asking her out" And there it was, your heart shattered into pieces and on the verge of crying. But you forced yourself to give Childe a smile "Really? Do you think she would go out with a flirt like you?" You playfully teased him and both of you laughed

As days passed by, Childe spent less time with you and more with her. He would sometimes come to you for advices and help in order to capture her heart and you stupidly helped him

But I was here first you're not strong

I spent more time with you you're not worth it

I was there when you needed help he doesnt care

And here you are now, in the bathroom coughing up petals and blood. Payed no attention as to what is happening outside. You can't even breathe nor talk or walk properly without shaking

You're weak that's why he doesnt want you

You started crying and laughing because you were dumb enough to fall someone who wont even love you back

Childe was aware as to why he hasn't seen you in days. He even asked the fatui or anyone around if they have seen you but all he got was nothing. The girl did confess to him but shockingly, he rejected her (childe playboy/j) because of the feeling of you not around did hurt him

Was he, inlove with you? He thought

"Big Brother! Is Big Sis okay? I miss her so much and I really want to play with her again" Teucer tugged at Childe's coat as to which Childe bent down at his level "Just hold on Teucer okay? Big Brother is going to find Big Sis for you" Childe stood up and told Lumine to assist Teucer for a while

He did go to your house but he was told that you weren't there, So where were you?

You stared at the ceiling with tired and puffy eyes, you can't handle it anymore. "(Name)? Are you done yet? I'm starting to worry here" you heard a knock on the door and slowly you stood up and reached for the door. "Yeah, all good here Keqing" Keqing was your bestfriend, she was the one who told you to move in Liyue because she missed you, and you did too

"My gosh, (Name) you're bleeding!" She said as she quickly wrapped your arm around her and checked the bathroom "what on earth happened here? Wait...don't tell me" She quickly assisted you to the bed and knelt infront of you "(Name), you're suffering from hanahanaki...why didn't you tell me?" She started to tear up but you gave her a smile

"Don't worry Keqing, everything's going to be alright"

"NO! YOU HAVE TO BE CURED ASAP!! (Name) please..."

You looked at her carefully as she held your hands crying.

"But if I get cured, then doesn't that mean I'll never get to feel love again?" And forget about him

"You'll die if you won't get cured"

You started to cough again but this time, even worse. Keqing started to panic and called for help, Your breathing started to become slower as you passed out

I don't know what love is

Its been a year since Childe had last seen you, the thought of you who suddenly went missing won't get off of his mind

Where are you? Why are you still missing? Did I do something wrong?

As he was walking with clouded thoughts, you passed by him laughing along with some person. He quickly turned around and eyes widened, He was out of control when he suddenly grabbed your hand

"(Name)?"

You turned to see a tall ginger - haired man as he was grabbing your wrist

"E-excuse me, have we met before...?"

He was shocked at your response, He thought you were joking as he continued to ask you questions

"I'm sorry but I don't remember being with you...if you could excuse me, I still have some other matters to attend to"

You freed yourself from his grip and walked back to your friend, apologizing for the wait

He was confused, no, he was angry? Sad? Dissapointed? Because how could you forget about him? How could you just disappear on him and suddenly appear without saying anything Why did you forget about him? How could you be so selfish

You were still confused as to why that man had stopped you, but who knows because all you remembered was suffering from something and woke up as if it was just a dream

But that man did felt familiar to you, you did feel something...but what was it? Because you don't remember this feeling at all

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painsandconfusion-moved-shoo · 3 years

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Punishment, Gaslighting, and Aftercare

(tw: emotional manipulation, knives)

“That’s it, let it all out.” Whumper cooed, stroking Whumpee’s hair softly away from their eyes and idly brushing away their tears.

Whumpee jerked away reflexively when Whumper’s hand skimmed down to their throat. “Dont touch me.”

“Whumpee…are you…mad at me?”

Whumpee looked up at Whumper to see their face filled with genuine concern. “Are you kidding me?”

“Look, I know it hurts, but you-”

“You cut me.”

“You needed it.”

Whumpee didn’t pull away as Whumper’s fingers slowly wove back through their hair. It felt nice. Warm and soft in contrast with the sharp hot pain striking down their arm. “I didn’t need that.” It seemed true, but it felt like a lie as it slipped through their lips.

“Oh, Whumpee,” Whumper cooed, cupping Whumpee’s cheeks in both hands and tipping their face up. “Yes you did. You need structure. You need boundaries. You are so so lost right now. I want to help you.”

Whumpee’s tears pooled at Whumper’s fingers, but they didn’t seem to mind; their soft eyes never left Whumpee’s. So close. Too close. Blood dripped warm down Whumpee’s skin. They screwed their eyes shut.

“I don’t need your help. You aren’t Caretaker. It’s not your job.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Whumper whispered softly, “Can’t you see Catetaker is the reason you are so broken?” Whumper pulled Whumpee close in a gentle embrace.

Whumpee’s skin crawled as Whumper’s fingers wrapped around their shoulders, but it was so warm. So soft. So familiar. Whumpee tried to pull back, but instead they choked out a sob and curled into Whumper’s chest.

“There you go, love. Let it all out.” Whumper gripped them tighter as they shook and sobbed, not seeming to mind the blood and tears soaking through their shirt. “Caretaker broke you so badly that you don’t know who you are or what choices to make anymore. There’s so many choices, aren’t there?”

Whumpee nodded against Whumper’s chest, still shaking.

“So many choices. Such a big world.” Whumpee melted into Whumper further as they rubbed their back in soothing circles. “There’s too many thoughts fighting for control in your head. You’re too broken and weak right now to tame them all. But that’s okay. You have me. I can help you.”

Whumper gently but firmly gripped Whumpee’s shoulders and pushed them back. Whumpee let their head drop, eyes still pinned shut, not wanting Whumper to see their ugly crying. Whumper used one finger to tip their face up. Whumpee reluctantly opened their eyes, gazing up at Whumper as they whispered, “You are so weak right now. But I can help. Do you want me to help you?”

Whumpee choked out another sob, but Whunper’s finger under their chin wouldn’t let them drop eye contact, pushing back up when they tried to pull away.

Their eyes locked again. “Y-yes. Please. I’m so tired.”

Whumper gave them small, warm smile. “Of course I will help you. I love you so much.” Whumper pulled Whumpee back into an embrace. Whumpee wrapped their arms around Whumper’s waist, clinging to them pathetically as their sobs started fresh.

“There’s always too many thoughts in your head. They’re all such bad thoughts. Caretaker did this to you. Caretaker lied to you. Caretaker is the reason you’re a sobbing pathetic mess.”

Whumpee felt Whumper’s lips dip down to their ear as they spoke more softly. “But I don’t care. I love you no matter how broken you are. I will never quit. I will never give up on you like they did. We are going to fix you.”

Whumpee shook their head in small, jerky motions. “You can’t fix me.”

Whumper pulled back, taking Whumpee’s hands in theirs. “Of course I can,” they said earnestly. “I’ll give you new thoughts. Better thoughts. Easy thoughts. We will have to start from scratch since you are so far gone, but I promise I will never give up on you. You’ll be perfect again someday, you just need to trust me.” Whumper squeezed their hands lightly. “Give your all to me, and I can help you. Can you do that, Whumpee?”

Whumpee squeezed their hands back. They didn’t deserve this. Whumper had so much to worry about without having to save them. But. Whumpee was so alone. So very alone. No one else cared enough to try…and if Whumper really believed they could fix them….

“Yes.”

Whumper gave them a broad, sparkling smile. “I’m so glad to hear that. We are going to get you all better.” Whumper’s right hand released Whumpee, their fingers trailing up their arm to the cuts instead. “But if I’m going to make you better, you need to learn to accept punishment when you deserve it. It’s the only way you will grow. Do you understand?”

Whunpee’s cuts burned slightly under Whumper’s fingertips. Strangely, they felt freer after the pain. Like a wrong had been righted. A blessed sense of closure. At first it was just pain, but now a calm, thorough exhaustion washed over them in a warm embrace. “I understand,” they said softly, eyes tracing the red gashes in their skin. There was a strange beauty in them.

“That’s good. Now let’s talk about this one.” Whumper stood up smoothly, crossing the room to fetch a washcloth and bowl of water they had prepared and left on the table.

The sudden silence was uncomfortable as Whumpee was left on the floor. The moment Whumper had pulled away, Whumpee felt cold and so very alone.

They tried to mask their discomfort as they scrubbed drying tears away from their cheeks. “What do you want me to talk about?”

Whumper turned back to them, warm cloth in hand, and knelt down. Whumpee offered their mutilated arm up when Whumper held out their hand, palm up.

“I want to make sure you understand why you were punished so you can learn from this experience.” Whumpee winced as Whumper gently dabbed blood away from the edges of the gashes.

“Okay,” Whumpee said, twitching - trying not to pull away. The cloth stung, but Whumper was being so kind, they didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

“So, what did you do wrong?”

Whumpee’s cheeks burned, remembering that afternoon. “I tried to call Caretaker.”

“And why did you do that?” Whumper twisted their arm to wipe the underside.

Whumpee paused, trying to find the right phrasing. “I think I just missed them. I thought they might take me back. I missed how they would-” Whumpee hissed as Whumper’s fingers pressed into a cut.

White hot pain shot up their arm.

They tried to pull away, but Whumper’s other hand locked down in their wrist like a vice. Whumpee panted, trying to writhe away as Whumper’s dark eyes bored into theirs. “You’re hurting me!”

Whumper spoke in crisp clear words, their face flat and emotionless, but their eyes burning. “Dont. Don’t think about them like that. Caretaker broke you. Caretaker set you up for failure time and time again. Caretaker is the reason you are such a mess right now. Those are bad thoughts. And bad thoughts need to be stopped. Do you understand?”

Whumpee blinked back a new round of tears and stammered as Whumper’s fingers pushed further into the cut. They couldn’t pull away, Whumper was too strong. They sputtered, “Yes. Yes! Please. I understand. Please let go!”

Whumper immediately pulled away and placed the warm cloth, soft and soothing, over the gash. It had started bleeding again.

Whumper let out a soft sigh. “I love you too much to let you think things like that. We are going to relate bad thoughts with pain, okay? This will help you correct that confusion - to slay those poisonous thoughts. Does that make sense?”

Whumpee pulled their arm back and Whumper let them this time. They should be mad, right? They should be…something?

All they felt was tired. Tired and relieved.

“Okay.”

Whumper gave that that wide, lovely smile again. So lovely and warm that Whumpee almost smiled back. “See? You’re already learning. You’re already healing. Don’t think I don’t see how hard this is for you. You are doing so well, and I’m incredibly proud of you.”

Whumpee couldn’t help but smile back at that, a blush flooding up their cheeks. “Thank you.” Whumper didn’t respond, raising their eyebrows slightly. That wasn’t enough. “Really, thank you. For this. For everything.”

Whumper grinned even wider. “It’s my pleasure. I’ll always be ready to help you. Never doubt that.” They patted their thighs and stood up. “Now let’s get you to bed. You’ve made so much progress in the past few hours, I’m sure you’re exhausted after such a big day.”

The thought of a warm soft bed made Whumpee realize just how tired they were. Their muscles sagged and complained. Their throat even hurt from screaming and from tears. They must have screamed a lot…

Whumper seemed to read their mind. “Hey now,” they said, taking Whunpee’s good hand to pull them to their feet, “Don’t dwell on it. Your punishment is over. Learn from it and move on. We will get you bandaged up and you’ll be good as new. I think you’ll sleep better tonight after all this. It’s good to go to bed with a clean conscience, don’t you think?”

Whumpee teetered a moment before finding their balance, holding tight to Whumper’s arm until their vision cleared. A bed sounded so nice right now. Properly exhausted, Whumpee agreed they would sleep well. They nodded sleepily and Whumper took their hand.

“Good. Now let’s get you to bed.”

( @missglumcakes-whump got me thinking about caretakers again lol. Though her caretaker are much less…well. Whumpy and awful.)

#who’s down for some gaslighting?#creepy Whumper #intimate Whumper #Whumpee #Whumper #whump story #whump Drabble #torture #torture mention #blood #gore #healing #caretaker #gaslighting #manipulation #cutting #whump #threats

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years

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wing kink w azriel x reader?!?!

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: smut SMUT SMUT, dom!reader, sub!az, creampie, wing kink, degredation, but also simultaneously praise idk, oral (male recieving), penetration and bad language :)

a/n: i have zero chill omg this is filthy but also like az is hot so idc. I hope you like it!! (also I didn’t proof read this so sorry for any errors lol)

part 2

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Azriel was infuriating you. All day he had been making jabs at you, he wasn’t being mean, he was just bored. And when he got bored that meant he made it his life mission to annoy you until you snapped. Usually you could deal with this, commenting back, the two of you riffing back and forth with insults and petty comments. Today however you were up to your neck in paperwork that you had to fill out by the end of the day and Azriel’s neediness was not helping you concentrate.

Currently you were sitting at your desk, your neck bent as you scribbled furiously, trying to ignore the tall pile of paper still stacked to your left and instead focusing on the work in front of you. Azriel had just come home from a mission and was disquieted to find you not rushing into his arms ready to ride him into next week but instead bent over your desk, only offering him a small kiss to his cheek before you turned back to continue. Truthfully he was only annoying you because he knew that was the only way to get you to take a break, not that you had to know that.

You grit your teeth as he threw another balled-up piece of paper at you, hitting you directly in the forehead with his always perfect aim. You were seconds away from stabbing him when he threw a second piece of paper, laughing when you glared at him.

“Shut up.” You all but growled and he smirked, pleased with his win.

“Make me.”

In a matter of seconds you were in his lap, kissing him ferociously, a hand tugging his hair roughly as he groaned into your mouth, grinning. He picked you up, pushing against a wall as he grinded into you, his hips moving on their own accord and creating delicious friction, his crotch hard and pressing against your clit as you moaned into his mouth. He winnowed the two of you up to your shared room without falter and dropped you on your bed, pulling down your trousers and ripping your top off, dropping to his forearms as he latched his lips around your nipple. He suckled and bit at your right nipple, leaving wet kisses all over your breast before moving to give your left the same treatment.

You felt yourself getting wetter, but you were still angry so before you lost the battle for dominance completely you were pushing him off of you and flipping the two of you around, so you were straddling him. He took a minute to appreciate you. Your hair was already messy, falling out of the loose bun you had held it in for most the day, dark marks were forming on your breasts and all you were wearing was a simple pair of panties. You smirked down at him before moving down his legs, bringing your head down and licking the bulge in his trousers like a kitten.

He groaned as you looked up at him through full lashes, all pouty lips and sultry eyes. You moved back down, grabbing the waist band of the joggers he had thrown on between your teeth and tugging them down until his cock bounced free, having foregone boxers knowing that the two of you would end up in this position sooner or later.

“C’mon baby, please,” he groaned as you pressed a light kiss to his leaking tip, licking the salty precum of your lips and moaning in delight.

“Hmm I don’t know I haven’t heard an apology yet,” you giggled, and he growled at you before grabbing your head and forcing you down on his cock. You smiled around his length and started bobbing your head, taking him deep into your throat and moaning around him, his legs bucking at the vibrations. You forced him down deeper, relaxing your throat muscles and holding him there for a second, one hand coming up to gently rub his balls in your palm. He still had one hand in your hair but the other was working on pulling off his shirt now, his wings flaring out when he managed, and an idea popped into your head. You knew exactly how to make him apologise.

You pulled back up, sucking hard on his tip, and wrapping your hand around his impressive girth, twisting, and tugging his cock in a way you knew made him see stars. You pulled your mouth off, licking away the precum that was spilling over onto your hands and peered up at him, seeing him focused intently on you, eyes dark. You pumped hm harder and he let loose an animalistic groan, hips bucking into your hand as he got closer.

“Are you ready to apologise yet?” you asked with a sly smirk as he shot you a glare.

“Fuck! What for?” you laughed at his comment. He really didn’t know what was coming.

You took your hand of his dick and wrapped your lips around him again, taking him to the base and gagging, knowing he secretly loved the sound. You gave him a final harsh suck before pulling off completely and coming to straddle him, watching his face contort as the sweet release he was seconds away from grabbing was pulled away from him.

“Baby, fuck please,” He whined as you ground your pantie-clad centre onto his aching member.

“Say it.” you demanded, and he growled again.

“Why would I, I got what I wanted didn’t I?” he smirked at you and you lightly slapped his face, grinning at the shocked look paired with a desperate moan from him. You grabbed his cock in one hand and pushed your panties to the side with the other, hovering above him as your hole drools with want. He pleads beneath you and you take some mercy, sinking down on him, a squelching sound filling the room as you do, knowing that you’ll have him under your thumb in no time.

You lift your hips slowly, forgetting how much he filled you. You almost felt winded, his huge size pushing against your walls just right, so much so that you could see the faint outline of his cock in your stomach, the sight making him grin when you sank back down with a moan. You lifted yourself up again and sat back quicker this time, soon picking up a pace. When you had partially adjusted to his size you bit your lip before reaching out a hand to his left wing, your right hand still firmly pressed against his toned chest.

His eyes were closed, a blissful look on his face, but they shot open when you slowly trailed your nail along the sensitive side of his wing. You grinned and trailed your hand back up, before scratching back down, following the veins that were clear through the thin membrane of his bat like wings.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna come,”

“No.”

“What?” he looked at you with those big eyes you usually couldn’t resist, but you were finally in charge and he wasn’t going to take that away from you.

“You’re going to apologise, or if you’d rather, I could tie you to this bed and edge you all night?” you leaned down and licked a stripe up his right wing as his hips bucked uncontrollably up into yours. You knew the signs with him, the way his chest flushed red, and he got a dazed look in his eyes, he was about to cum.

You lifted your self completely off him as he practically screamed in frustration, trying to grab your hips to push you back down but with a flick of your wrist you had them tied to the headboard. You sat back, drooling pussy leaking your juices onto his thigh, and leaned forward to press kisses into his wings, licking up them with a flat tongue, nails scratching along the sensitive skin.

“Awe are you going to cum baby? I’m barely even touching you,” you mocked, tracing patterns on his wing with one hand and pumping his cock slowly with the other.

“Please baby, I’ll be good just please let me come,” he begged, eyes watering as he tried to hold back.

“Say it baby and I’ll let you fill me up nicely, how about that?” you moved so you were sat over him again, and he whined when he felt you drip onto him. You were unbelievably turned on watching him struggle against his bonds as he begged you, hips bucking up, to come. And while you wanted nothing more than to untie him and have him fuck you into oblivion you weren’t going to give up the dominance you so rarely got.

“I’m sorry baby please,” he begged, and you smirked.

“What for my love?” your nails were still drawing patterns on his wings and he was going red in the face, the room darkening as his shadows grew stronger, brushing against your hot skin.

“For annoying you! I just wanted you to pay me some attention,” he cred and you cooed at him, one hand coming to rest on his face.

“So needy.” You sat back down and started lifting your hips up and down quickly, one hand braced on his chest and the other stroking his wing as you rode him, his hips bucking up into yours. Hard.

The two of you were groaning in harmony as his cock slammed into your cervix, the pleasure far outweighing any pain you were in. he was babbling incoherently, and you ran a gentle hand over his face.

“You’re so good, so good for me. Cum baby.” You demanded and he moaned loudly, shaking as he came. You moaned as you felt him fill you, his cum warm and you smiled as it leaked out around his cock as his hips stuttered. You felt your self get closer and continued riding him, prolonging his high as he shook from the over stimulation, before you finally came, your back arching as your walls clenched around him. you reached your hand down, rubbing your clit as you rode out your orgasm, Azriel watching you with awe, amazed that you were in his lap, on his cock. As far as he was concerned he was pretty sure you were a goddess, sent down to bless him and he thanked whatever force brought you into his life.

You collapsed on his chest and waved your hand weakly, his arms wrapping around your waist soon after as he muttered his thanks into your hair, praising you and telling you how much he loved you. You remained that way for a while before he flipped you over, his cock hardening inside of you.

“Are you ready to be good for daddy now?” he asked, and your eyes widened at how quickly he turned the tide on you, biting your lip as you nodded.

“Good girl.” Your paperwork was not finished that night.

#acotar #acofas #acomaf #acofs #acowar #Azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x reader smut

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