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How about Steve with a reader who already has a kid? Like they're in their twenties and she has maybe 2 or 3 year old. Her ex isn't in the picture so it's just her. Maybe the fic is Steve finally getting to meet readers son/ daughter. Maybe she has to leave their date earlier due to a babysitter problem and Steve just comes along with her and they spend the night together.
ty for requesting <3 mom!reader, 2k
“Try not to show fear,” you’re saying, your hand pulled tight against his. He savours the softness of it even as the concrete steps to your house force you apart.
“I’m not scared.”
“I’m just saying, Steve. Toddlers know when you’re scared.”
“But I’m not scared.” Steve has handled worse than toddlers. If your kid is anything like you, this will be a walk in the park.
You grin at him and give him one of your cute shrugs, though shyness he recognises from your first date stiffens your shoulders again as you open your front door.
Your home is small. The first thing he notices is the cramped space walking in, the tight stairs, but the second thing he notices is the amount of life, photographs that deck the walls and colour everywhere, clothes folded and waiting to be taken upstairs, little shoes in a stand by an open bathroom door.
“Melanie?” you call. “You okay?”
Melanie appears in the door with a huge watery frown, who Steve assumes to be your young son smiling on her hip, unperturbed. “I’m so sorry.”
She’d been incoherent on the phone, though eventually squeezed out that it was nothing wrong with Noah. Melanie’s boyfriend appears to have broken up with her over the phone.
You scoop Noah off of his babysitter's hip, holding him with far more ease. He drops his face with affection to the curve of your bare shoulder. It’s a shame you and Steve had to come home —you’re wearing the nicest dress he’s ever seen. But not a shame, because Steve’s excited to meet the baby.
You could’ve sent him home. He assumes this means some level of trust and, better, permanency. If all goes well, he might be able to ask you to go steady soon. He’d love to do it tonight.
“Don’t worry, Melanie, you can’t help it if something bad happens, can you? I’m really sorry about your boyfriend. Do you need me to drive you home?”
Melanie sniffles miserably. “No, that’s okay, I can drive. I’m sorry.”
You rub her arm. “It’s okay, really. We were just gonna have dinner and head home.”
Steve internalises his reaction to that tidbit well. Melanie gives him a sad smile and passes by, her shoes heavy and smacking as she leaves with a mumbled farewell.
“She’s a little emotional,” you say sympathetically, before turning your attention to the sleepy kid on your shoulder. “Sorry, Noah, guess you’re stuck with mommy and her new friend. Do you want to say hi?”
Noah lifts his head, following your hand where you point at Steve, a smile like yours on his lips.
Steve genuinely isn’t scared of kids, he loves them, and he loves talking to them. “Hi, buddy. It’s nice to meet you.”
You hum appreciatively. “Go on, say hi to Steve.”
“Hi,” Noah says quietly.
Your voice is different around the baby, not any less pretty but softer, and quieter. It has Steve lowering his own voice in an attempt to mimic you. “Hi, bud.”
“He’s my new best friend,” you explain, ushering Steve closer, your hand touching gently to his shoulder.
Noah’s even more your image now he’s closer, all your eyes and smile and brightness, but he’s got someone else’s nose, and he’s got a bad case of yawns. You laugh at his scrunched nose, wiping your thumb lightly over his bottom lip. “You want to go to bed, sweet boy?” you ask.
“No… buppy.”
“You want your buppy. Okay, I’ll get it for you.” You pull your arm through Steve’s. “Let’s go.”
He laughs and goes happily. Your kitchen is empty compared to the hallway, it’s surprising, but then you open a cabinet for the aforementioned bubby and a couple of things come tumbling out. “Whoops,” you say, popping Noah down on the floor. “Can you put those away for me, please? Thank you.”
Noah tries his best, but everything he puts in comes tumbling back out, earning a few high-pitched giggles. You crack the fridge open for a pint of cows milk.
“He doesn’t have formula?”
“No, you can give them whole milk after a year, but he doesn’t really need it anymore, it’s just to help him self-soothe at nighttime.”
“Mom, I can’t do it,” Noah laughs. Steve thinks that great, that laughing. He could’ve had a tantrum (Steve wouldn’t blame him).
Steve crouches down. “Can I help?”
Noah gives Steve a smile, eyes squinting nearly entirely shut. “Yes.”
“Okay, awesome. Looks like your mom needs more cabinets for all your stuff.” He starts to pick up the pieces.
“I need a whole new house,” you say, filling the bottle about three quarters before sticking it in your microwave uncapped. You set the timer for fifteen seconds and prop your chin in your hand, elbow on the counter. Steve thinks it’s your best angle yet, your dress, your arms, the friendly smile you’re wearing that hasn’t once ebbed since the first date. It all gets his chest in a twist.
He knows getting your baby to like him is make or break. And he really wants to give this a shot, you and him, you and Noah. He thinks you’d be good together. (Maybe he’s crazy and too forward, but you really are beautiful in your dress.)
“How’s that?” he asks, closing the cabinet behind a tower of bottles and baby bowls.
“Perfect! Good job, baby,” Noah says, tapping Steve on the knee.
Steve snorts. “Thank you.”
“He’s going through a phase of saying everything I say,” you explain, yanking open the microwave to test the milk on the back of your hand.
You deem the milk sufficiently warmed and offer Noah your hand, swiping a takeout menu from the fridge as you pass, and once again grabbing Steve by the arm to drag him along. He’s content to be dragged. You lead everyone into the living room, and he’s again surprised by how small it is.
You catch his look. “Are you judging me, Harrington?”
“What? No? Of course not.”
“Messing with you. There’s an extension out back, on the kitchen? That’s where I keep the rest of the toys.” You drop down onto the couch with a sigh. “Come here, babe, come cuddle with mommy.”
If Noah weren’t in earshot, Steve would make a joke about how he hopes you aren’t talking to him. It’s probably a good thing he doesn’t.
You lay back and Noah climbs up onto one side of you, his hands out ready for his bottle, while your arm stretches out for Steve. “Come ‘n’ sit.”
Steve sits knee to knee with you. He’s not scared of kids, and he isn’t scared of you, either. He knows exactly what he wants, and he isn’t afraid to let you know it, taking your hand where it lies open on your thigh.
“What were you gonna get?” you ask, nodding to the takeout menu.
“I don’t know, I’ll have what you’re having,” Steve says.
“What if you don’t like what I’m having?”
“I’ll learn.”
You tip your chin up at him, beaming. “Yeah? What if I like something completely unamerican?”
“I gotta learn sometime, right?” He squeezes your fingers nicely.
“Well, my Noah likes everything.” You kiss Noah’s forehead, stealing his attention from his bottle, bright eyes tracing your face and then your hand where Steve is rubbing the back of it.
“Then he can have some of everything.”
You and Steve share a loving smile. Smiles smiles smiles, everybody’s getting on, this is the best sixth date anyone’s ever had, best date full stop, though your fifth date was a close second. You and Steve had spent hours together in a park in the city eating picnic foods and soaking in the sun together, your nose brushing off of his ribs, his jacket balled up under your head. He’d kissed you twice that night when you finally, sorrily had to go home, and you’d said, Aw, I really like you, as you held hands on the stoop. He should’ve asked you then to give it a proper go, but now he’s met Noah he figures it’s as good a time as any.
“Hey,” Steve begins, clearing his throat, “would you–”
“Woh!” Noah shouts around the teet of his bottle. It falls from his lips. “We wiw hands,” he garbles, a bunch of baby flavoured gibberish as he leans over your stomach to cover your hand where it’s held in Steve’s. “Mom!”
“What, babe?”
“My hand!”
“You’re not jealous, are you?” you ask with a laugh.
“Mom!” he says, slapping your hands insistently with his own.
Steve loosens your fingers, leaving a gap between your palms. “Quick, bud, put your hand in.”
Noah climbs onto your leg and presses his hand into the fold, though he grows annoyed at the weird fit, and immediately starts to sniffle. Steve winces, but you’re used to it. “Aw, don’t start the waterworks. Come on, what happened to sharing? We’re good sharers.”
Steve lets go of your hand. He’s reluctant, sure, but he doesn’t wanna be on anyone’s bad side. Noah cries for a few seconds like he’s forgotten why he’s upset, but he sees your open palm and the cog finishes turning.
“Hold mommy’s hand,” you say, wiggling your fingers.
Noah thinks about it. He ends up on his side across your leg staring at you, then at Steve, who smiles at him cheerfully. “He’s so handsome,” Steve says. “He has your face. Guess that’s why you’re so handsome, huh?” He shakes his head at Noah gently. “‘Cos you got all your good looks from your mommy.”
“He knows what that means,” you preen, leaning down to speak closer to Noah’s ear. “Don’t you? You’re my handsome boy.”
Noah puts his hand in Steve’s with another tinkling laugh.
“Oh! I see how it is, you wanna be Steve’s friend too. Can’t let me have anything for myself, can you?”
“No,” Noah says cheekily.
Steve collects Noah’s little hand in his. “Good!” he says. “You should get everything you want, just like mom.”
“Think so?” you ask.
Steve nods.
You cover Noah’s eyes with your hand and move up to press a quick kiss to Steve’s lips. “Like you?” you ask.
Steve’s just stoked to have someone he likes actually like him back at the same level. Noah squirms away from your hand to squeeze Steve’s tighter. Two someones.
“Like me,” he says, grinning.
“Mommy, kiss!” Noah says urgently. “Kiss!”
You pull your gaze from Steve’s. “Sorry, I’m sorry! Come here, baby, I’ll give you a kiss too. I guess I’m gonna be giving double the kisses I used to, my poor chapped lips.” You kiss kiss kiss Noah across the forehead.
Steve flusters thinking about it, making a mental note to get you some chapstick. He’d go pretty crazy for a crown of kisses like that.
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Masked in Amity
CW: Sam doesn't come off great in this, but not Sam bashing. She just has a lot of growing up to do still and knee jerk reacts badly. (I also don't want to listen to any Sam bashing please and ty.)
Sam’s room still looked the same as always. Danny supposed that’s what happened when someone moved out for college but still came home again— especially to a home like Sam’s. There were only a few posters, a few photos, and a knickknack or two that had changed between high school and now. Danny sat on the edge of the bed like always.
“So how’s school doing?” Danny asked into the awkward silence. Silences never used to be awkward between them, or was that just looking back with rose colored glasses?
“Ugh,” Sam gripped and flopped back onto her bed next to Danny. “Why would you even ask me that? You know I hate it.”
“Because it’s what you’re doing right now? It’s a huge part of your life, you can’t just… avoid it.”
“Watch me,” Sam said, bitterly. Her snarled lips looked weird without the dark purple lipstick. “I’m going to get my stupid law degree my parents are paying for and work at some stupid corporate firm Dad has connections at and when my trust fund has made enough in interest I’m going to quite and go open a non-profit and sue all those fuckers I was forced to work for over how they’ve fucked up the environment.”
“Okay,” Danny said. He didn’t want to argue about this. He just hoped this plan worked better than the last three Sam had had before her privilege knocked her down a peg.
“Can I ask about, I don’t know, your time in Chicago at least?”
“Chicago is amazing,” Sam said, wistfully. “Being in Chicago, I mean, I’m sure you know how it is, it really makes it clear how backwater Amity Park is. The things people worry about here are so small compared to what’s out there!”
Danny just hummed in response. He didn’t exactly know what to say to that. It didn’t feel completely wrong, but it wasn’t right either. Worries weren’t a competition like that.
“And the bands!” Sam continued, thankfully changing the topic. “I have got to see so many amazing bands. The local scene alone is amazing and no one knows about them so you can be right up close and a lot of times even talk to the band after. You should come for a show sometime.”
“I can try to,” Danny said. Sam’s music wasn’t usually his thing, but something like that might be fun. It would be different at least. Danny gave her a little smile. “Maybe Tucker could make it out too.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “You know he won’t. When was the last time you talked to him not on the computer or the phone? He’s only here at Christmas when you aren’t.”
“You know how I feel about Christmas, Sam,” Danny said, holding back a sigh. Sure Tucker had been busy lately and that had made him more distant, but he was still one of their trio. “And if we plan something then Tucker can schedule for it. Don’t count him out just because he’s busy.”
“Alright, fine, we can plan something for a bigger show with Tucker,” Sam agreed, “but you still need to come out to something local. They’re really better anyways. We’ll go out to eat first and hit up a bar or three after. I know some really great places— places like you’ve never seen.”
Sam reached up and wrapped her hands around Danny’s neck, pulling him down a little. “It can be a date.”
Something in Danny balked at that. It was an innocent enough comment. Sam and him had dated and then not and then dated again or just had fun together. They’d known each other so long that it was easy to just ebb and flow out of the different levels of a relationship like that.
This time, though, Danny found himself resisting the tide. “Or we can just hang out.”
The almost dreamy smile Sam had crumpled into a frown. “What? I mean, sure, it can, but why? Are you seeing someone?”
“Yes? No? I mean, I’ve been… sleeping with someone, but we’re not dating or anything.”
“That’s okay,” Sam said easily. “I’m not going to make you be exclusive. I don’t want to be either right now; we’re not around each other enough for that and You know that I’ve been sleeping with my roommate sometimes and I’ve met a cute person in study group now too with amazing fingers.”
“No, I know, just…” Danny gave a frustrated noise. Nightwing and him weren’t even close to being exclusive. Someone like Nightwing could have anyone they wanted and with how much he liked sex, Danny was pretty sure Nightwing did have whoever he wanted. Danny was just… convenient for the hero side and Danny didn’t begrudge the other that. It was convenient for Danny too. It was just…
Danny didn’t want to keep living the same cycle with Sam where he was her world for a few weeks or months and then just back to an occasional phone call. He didn’t want to keep being pulled back to Amity Park. Maybe meeting her in Chicago would be different enough, but Sam was still so tied to Amity and always would be by her parent’s money.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this again,” Danny said slowly, feeling the words out as he said them. “Maybe it’s time just to leave us dating in the past?”
Sam dropped her hands and sat up. “Excuse me?”
Danny rubbed at the back of his neck. “Just, we’ve tried being together in a lot of different ways and we always end up in the same place.”
“So you want to leave me in the past?”
“No!” Danny said quickly, trying to get ahead of this before Sam spiraled too badly from making assumptions. “I’d love to come to Chicago and see a band with you! Just… not as a date.”
“Because you want to leave that in the past,” Sam snapped and got up off the bed.
Danny scrambled off also.
“That’s not a bad thing. I enjoyed it and I know you did too. Just more, okay, maybe that wasn’t the best phrase? I mean maybe we shouldn’t go down that road again when we know where it’s going to end.”
Sam crossed her arms. That was never a good sign. “Right, because I’m always going to be a dead end, is that it? Not like you who’s off playing hero with the big names?”
“What? What does me being a Titan have to do with this?”
“Don’t play dumb, Danny, we both know you’re not. You left to go be a famous hero and hardly looked back at Amity Park or me or Tucker or your parents. What if the town needed you?”
Danny threw his hands up in the air. “Why would they need me? I destroyed the portal, came to an agreement with Vlad, made sure my parents couldn’t build another working one— it fixed everything!”
“And then left.”
“So I could help other people!”
“Sure it wasn’t so that you could be famous?”
Danny closed his mouth with a clack.
Sam winced at her own words. “Danny…”
“No.” Danny backed up a few steps from her. “No. You don’t get to— you of all people don’t get to come at me like that! I never wanted to be a hero, Sam! You’re the one who said I needed to protect Amity and you were right, sure, but it’s never what I wanted! You wanted it!”
“Danny, no—” Sam reached out for him and Danny stepped back again, hitting the wall.
“Yes you did, Sam! You did or I never would have had to die a second time after your wish! I lost everything again! I don’t have a future like you and Tucker, I just have being a hero. I just have being dead.”
“Come on Danny,” Sam tried. She moved close again, slowly, like Danny was some sort of feral animal.
Maybe he really was just a caged beast.
“I’m just— I better go. I’m just going to go,” Danny said. In a flash of light he was back to being Phantom. He let himself tip back and phase through the wall.
As he left Amity Park behind, he couldn’t help but think it really said something that he was far more comfortable being Phantom these day than Danny.
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AN: Here's yous all voted on treat for the day! This comes before Danny showing up at Dick's door, quite upset.
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akatsukis kinks and turn offs?
18+, full blown smut, kinks, and more smut
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Omg omg omg, I had wayyyy too much fun writing these. Also! If anyone wants a one shot of a specific character with the kinks I’ve listed, pleaseeeeee let me know and I’d be more than happy to write it, especially for Tobi, Hidan, or Zetsu🫶🏻
I feel like Hidan has done everything at least once, and if there’s something he hasn’t done, he’s more than willing to try. This man is KINKY. I imagine his favorites are period play(or anything involving blood), s&m, fucking outside with the thrill of getting caught, knife play, and threesomes. I believe his turn off’s would be the “I don’t use safe words” thing. Hidan is intense when it comes to sex, and he won’t do it with just anybody either. He must have a safe word for his sessions and if you refuse to use one, just know you won’t be getting in his pants.
Kakuzu is similar to Hidan, has done everything at least once and isn’t close minded about trying new things. I know for a fact his tendrils would definitely come into play, whether it’s him tying you up, or toying with your clit. He’s definitely partnered up with Hidan for three ways, and just like him, also requires a safe word. I imagine Kakuzu enjoying a daddy kink as well, would lose his composure the second the word slips from your lips four orgasms in. Big into brat taming, but when it comes to turn off’s, just like with Hidan, if you have the no safe word mindset, he won’t be down.
I’ve mentioned this before but I truly believe Konan is into Shibari. Has a whole collection of ropes, of all different colors too. Mostly pastels; pinks, blue’s, and purple’s. I see her as being a passionate lover, with intense sessions time to time. Loves bringing toys into the bedroom, and her favorite to use on you would be her Hitachi. I can imagine Konan being into impact play as well, using only her hand or her paddle, likes seeing little pink marks on your ass or thighs. Would primarily be the top with you and unless she has stated it otherwise, WILL NOT be down to be topped. She needs absolute trust in her partner before allowing them access to her that way. If you try to top her during sex, it’ll turn her off.
Sessions with Pain can last relatively long, only because he loves to draw it out. Mixing pleasure with pain, but it’s never done to hurt you, wants you to experience pleasure in all aspects. I believe he’s into piercing play, also known as recreational acupuncture, or needle play. Aftercare is a very important thing to Pain, especially with the minor wounds that were inflicted during your session. I think his only turn off would be if you thought aftercare was stupid or unnecessary. Especially the times when he requires aftercare too.
Our sweet explosive loving babe. I feel like Deidara hasn’t experimented much with kinks, and the few he has tried, he wasn’t crazy about. How some people are into riding their partners fingers, you’d be riding his hand. Could cum just from watching you ride the appendage that sits between the lips on his palm. As stated in the show, Deidara isn’t into s&m. I feel like he tried it once but the thought of inflicting pain on his partner was too much for him and visa versa. Even though he loves bombs and explosions, I feel like he’s more of a gentle partner.
I can see Sasori absolutely loving when his partner sits on his face. Is the type to get upset if you don’t sit your entire body weight down on him, would grab hold of your thighs, pulling you down onto him and holding you there. Loves looking up and seeing your eyes rolled back, tears streaming down your face as you continuously cum on his tongue. Bonus points if you end up squirting. Apart from that, I can imagine him using his chakra threads on you, whether it’s holding you still when you start to squirm, or when you start faltering when riding his cock, his threads would help keep you balanced. I don’t think he’s be into food play. Since Sasori doesn’t need to eat like others do, he sees no use for it, in or outside of the bedroom.
Breeding kink, I repeat, BREEDING KINK. With Uchiha’s, they form deep bonds, and love the hardest. So naturally, that would be reflected during sex. Itachi loves filling you up, and then watching as you go about your business throughout the compound full of him. I think he also enjoys when you ride his thighs. If he’s busy working on something at his desk, best believe one hand will be holding your lower back, helping you keep your rhythm. I personally think Itachi’s turn off would be Dacryphilia. Only because he doesn’t like seeing you cry. He strives for his partner’s happiness.
Just like Hidan, I feel like Kisa enjoys period sex. Has a container under his bed full of towels specifically for that time of the month. Apart from that, I imagine he likes choking, Dacryphilia, and rough sex in general. Loves seeing the scratches you leave on his back or the bite marks left on him. When he has you in doggy or bent over any hard surface, best believe his large hand will have a fistful of your hair. Now for turn offs, I don’t think he’d do anything risky where he could get caught. Just like a lot of his comrades, he’s protective over his partner and doesn’t want anyone seeing what’s his. Especially in such a vulnerable state.
Now, you can get either Tobi, or Obito, it truly depends on his mood, or situation. Our sweet gentle Tobi loves seeing his partner in cute little outfits, especially a maid outfit. I see Tobi as more of a sub honestly and if he acts out, and you want to punish him for it, his all time favorite is edging. If you happen to act like a brat, just know Obito won’t hesitate to grip you by the hair and walk you back to your shared room. Rough sex, double penetration, and surprisingly exhibitionism. As long as others don’t see his face/scarring, he will fuck you senseless in front of others/doesn’t care if someone walks in during. Will even hold a conversation with said person while he fucks you. Even when alone, loves fingering you with his gloves on. Tobi wouldn’t want to see you cry, just like Itachi, he doesn’t like seeing his partner upset. With Obito, I don’t think he’d like sensory deprivation. Doesn’t enjoy having any of his senses taken away, wants to be able to hear, and see every reaction he pulls from you.
Just like Tobi, you can get either Black or white Zetsu. All depends on their mood & said situation. White Zetsu loves nothing more than praising you, especially when his cock is buried deep in your throat, with tears threatening to fall, black Zetsu is all for degrading you. Will mush your face into a wall, a desk, the mattress, and take you from behind, whispering dirty words as you take him fully. I also fully believe Zetsu is into having sex outside, and orgasm control/denial. Enjoys hearing you beg to cum, bucking your hips into him or the toy just to get yourself off when you can’t take it. As well as quickie’s. Won’t hesitate to pull you into a bathroom and fuck you silly before walking about like he didn’t do anything. I think his only turn off would be being bitten. For some reason I imagine Zetsu being really sensitive and doesn’t like the blunt pain one can inflict by digging their teeth into him.
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A Different Perspective on the Levan -> Crowley theories, who to trust and a way of tying it to the themes of the story
Preface: This isn't really gonna be a super serious compilation of solid proof, symbolism or anything, more like just me yapping abt something I happened to randomly think of yesterday and thought "it would actually be kinda interesting from a writing standpoint if this is the thing they go for instead of what everyone was expecting". Kind of long but I promise it will be at least interesting AU material if anything so just bear with me lmao
Ok so basically so far the general trajectory of theories is something bad happened to Levan while he was missing that made him into Crowley who is doing some kind of evil scheming that will disregard the safety of his family and students sooner or later. Generally Levan is the good self while Crowley is the fucked up self, and it would probably be better if Levan was here instead of him
But what if it's actually more like the other way around. That Levan is the one we should be looking out for, and Crowley is the trustworthy version of him this entire time?
What if everything Levan went through made it inevitable for him to snap and be vengeful and do evil shit so Crowley is basically his sane self's last ditch effort to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone and ruin people's lives, basically using the goofy Crowley personality to suppress and forget the vengeful Levan personality
Like the "Levan's soul got fractured and split into pieces and the pieces that remember his past are sealed away" theories, but instead of usual reasons it's him who sealed them away ironically to remain as true to his original self as possible, than if it remained and he turned into someone violent and hateful against his own principles.
I feel like it would be even more of a twist since they keep emphasizing how kind and peaceful Levan is so I don't think neither Meleanor, Lilia nor the audience would expect the OG Levan described that way to actually turn out cruel and untrustworthy who the seemingly suspicious and cowardly Crowley was actually trying to manage the whole time
Also it would kind of be more straightforward as to why he would choose to forget Lilia and Malleus than if Crowley was fucked up Levan and forgot them even though his goal would be to revive Meleanor and his old life with them anyway
It's hard to tell right now but Crowley despite his goofiness doesn't really seem to harbor any malice against anyone, nor would he be the type to seriously blood sacrifice any of his students, even if he does abandon them sometimes. In this new context maybe it would even make sense if he abandons them so the subconcious Levan doesn't try to find opportunity to break out/cause trouble through blot and magic related situations?
So yeah it would be cool if it turned out Crowley was the "good" version of Levan all along, and Levan overtly and subtextually is just trying to gaslight the audience into distrusting Crowley so they can set a chain reaction of events going to unseal him so he can do whatever he wants to
Also Crowley probably knows he has to keep Levan locked away no matter what but also doesn't dare try to remember what Levan remembers because that would go against the whole point of keeping Levan locked away in the first place. His memory of his past is just puzzle pieces w/o the bigger picture. He has to be atleast partially aware that he has to not give in to the voice in the back of his mind for the sake of others
Like he knows he had to leave behind a family behind and forget them so he would not hurt them, but he doesn't exactly remember who anymore which is why he isn't really flinching or anything when around Malleus and Lilia at NRC
Though I feel like him suppressing Levan lowkey also took a toll on his mental state. So they actual conclusion would for him to basically symbolically stop suppressing his trauma in an attempt to be a perfect victim because it's not working either way and the only way for Levan to rest in peace is if he finds closure. Whatever that may be.
Maybe if Yuu and co. find out they encourage him to do this to his surprise basically saying "Don't worry headmage we'll beat the shit out of evil Levan for you if he goes out of control (you are so annoying so we've always wanted to do this)"
The reveal and Crowley needing to stop supressing Levan in his subconcious to let him process what he should have would make sense, since it would also tie in to the overarching theme around the overblots:
That even though they're ugly and hurtful manifestations of trauma they need to play out so the OBer can finally grow as a person instead of bottling it all up and being in denial
And also so they can finally come to terms with something that happened to them even if they can't change it
^ Accidentally sort of also combined this with the "Crowley's mask is hiding the fact that he's in a paused state of overblot that he just managed to sorta control" theory. Maybe overblot is what he had to stop Levan from devolving into in the first place
↑ This ties back to my HC for Levan's personality being a natural coward and not as battle-oriented but tries to be strong as he sees Meleanor and Lilia to be as well as making the most out of the skills the does have (using cowardice and sensitivity to be a master diplomat and educator instead) so he can feel like he has the right to continue to stand by their side. Maybe he didn't even care much for being considered kind until that's what Mel and Lilia saw his actions as instead of weak or foolish, that being what made him want to work on that newly defining trait of his now
Lilia at one point mentions that even tho Levan tries to perform honor student he could be as picky of an eater as Meleanor was and Lilia would have to eat his spare food too
Adding to the possibility Levan was always the type to make twice an effort to be 'kind' and strong to compensate for his nature that he sees as inherently lacking. This is also probably why he'd be super harsh on himself as Crowley
Oomf also suggested that this may add a layer to why his catchphrase ended up being "For I'm so gracious". As if to remind himself to keep up the effort to be such because he fears his natural state is one that isn't, as well as him encouraging himself to always be forgiving so Levan doesn't gain the upper hand from his subconcious
↑ Ok so I don't have the brainpower to paraphrase this too so I'll just copy paste what I talked to another oomf about here because it's also interesting
That's pretty much it, hope the general idea and effect was conveyed properly🔥🔥🔥 I don't think the exact details need to be followed since it probably has a bunch of holes itself, but the general gist of Crowley being the more positive side of Levan instead of the expected inverse all along + it making more sense as to why Levan would be motivated to forget + tying into the themes of overblotting and trauma would be interesting I think. Kind of a clever misdirection. All of this is not super substantiated though since even now we barely know anything about either Levan or Crowley, so really only time will tell. Personally kinda got attached to this direction for Crowley's character so I hope they go with something adjacent to the heart fo it at least
The other option is he's not Levan at all and we're racking our brains over this for no reason lmao
#dire crowley#levan draconia#twst theory ?#not even really a theory more like just a thought lmao#diasomnia
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Hm, for more Mat what about Mat and reader going skating together on those family days the hockey teams have?
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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“You can’t let go of me.”
“I won’t, baby.”
“Mat, I am serious.”
The boy had to bite back his smile as he looked up at you, pausing his actions with his fingers still tangled in the laces of the skates you had slipped on. He shook his head, failing to hide his amusement as he continued to work on your skates.
Despite dating a hockey player, skating was never a skill you acquired during your life. To be honest, before you met Mat, there was no reason for it to play such a huge problem in your life. But all it took was one slightly awkward and endearing meeting with the Canadian in a coffee shop in downtown Queens for your whole life to change.
Now, skating and hockey were so intertwined in your life, you forgot your life without them.
However, never once in your time with Mat had you bothered to learn to skate. There was never really a need to, beyond a few attempts Mat had had in trying to teach you. But usually those lessons ended with your ass and ego bruised, and Mat killing himself laughing at the whole situation.
But this was different. This wasn’t just the two of you on a cute little date. This was the New York Islanders’ Family Skate Day. This was important. And you knew when Mat asked for you to come with him, you couldn’t say no—even if the last thing you wanted to do was embarrass him and yourself in front of all his teammates and their families.
“You can’t leave me out there,” you said to him, trying to ignore the anxiety and nerves bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “I mean it, otherwise I am moving to Chicago and moving in with Tito.”
Mat snorted as he finished up tying your laces before looking up at you. He placed his hands on your knees, giving them a small but reassuring squeeze. “You done?”
“Is it too late to fake food poisoning?” You retorted.
He shook his head, laughing. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, baby. I promise. I’ll be holding your hand the whole time. And if I have to leave you for some reason, I’ll have one of the boys stay with you.”
You still looked doubtful but you nodded.
To his credit, Mat didn’t leave your side as you stepped onto the ice. He was patient as ever as he let you dig your nails into his arm, clinging onto him like a lifeline as you stepped across the ice.
“Gotta push and glide, babe,” Mat told you, though there was something oddly endearing in watching you shuffle along the ice with your baby steps.
“That sounds fast,” you grumbled.
Mat laughed. “C’mon, you trust me, right?”
You looked up at him, your face softening. “Of course.”
“Then trust I won’t let you fall,” Mat said and softly squeezed your hand before he let go. Before you had any chance to panic, he settled behind you with his hands on your waist and his chest pressed against your back. “We’ll go slow, promise.”
“And if we do fall?” You asked, turning to look at him over your shoulder. If you were a little more, your face would’ve heated up at the sight of everyone watching you and Mat, at all the cameras pointed at the two of you.
His grin widened. “I’ll catch you, baby.”
“I was hoping you’d say you’d take the brunt of the fall and soften my fall.”
He snorted. “That too.”
You couldn’t help but grin back. “Knew I kept you around for a good reason.”
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Heyyyy I really love ur writing! And also kind of ur vibe as a person 😳 but anyway!
Since you said we can be specific, I wanted to ask about Hobie getting a just a little bit flustered when receiving genuine heartfelt compliments and affection through words bc it catches him off guard. He'd also find the reader a bit naive at first only to find out that they're actually incredibly cunning and calculated. They just come across as naive bc they're so ridiculously sweet once they trust someone :3 (and it always looks like they trust quickly bc they have insane psychoanalytic abilities but now I'm rambling;;; (´⊙ω⊙`)! )
Hope this isn't too much ^^"
hobie realises you’re not as naive as he thought
hobie brown x gn!reader
omggg 😳 tyy anonnnn you got me blushing n shit 🤭 but no fr, ty that’s so sweet lmao <33 and no, this was perfect, ily
warnings: none
pairing: hobie brown x gn!reader
requests: masterlist plz
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on first inspection, to hobie, you appear to be this person that trusts way too easily and immediately treats people way too kind for a person you just met- you seem clueless and completely naive when it comes to putting your trust in others since you’re so quick to do it
hobie doesn’t think it’s a bad trait at all to be inherently kind, but when you’re kind to literally everyone you immediately deem trustworthy, it’s like you’re looking to get hurt
he might occasionally have one of his rants to you about the ins and outs of the “real world”, propaganda that surrounds you, distracting you from the truth, the sharks at the top of it all, the people that would take advantage of you
there’s no ill intent, he just really thinks you’re gonna get hurt like that
and who wants that ?
so yeah, anyway, when he first meets you, he can basically see the switch once you’ve realised he’s trust worthy
you’re the sweetest person ever without prompt, and it admittedly looks like nativity to him at first
but because you now trust him, it means you’ll be a sweetheart to him
at first, it’s small compliments that he can appreciate- maybe something about his style or rebellious attitude that he’s heard all before
but you suddenly amp it up for no reason one day and it just completely turns the tides
if you’re aware of his secret identity, you change his perception of you completely when you basically soul read him
you manage to craft the most heartfelt, genuine, sincere acknowledgement of the sacrifices he’s made, along with genuine thanks and somehow stating the closest interpretation of his emotions that he’s ever heard before. from someone that isn’t him, anyway
hell, you’ve maybe even just helped him realise a few things about himself
he’s fucking gobsmacked
he stares at you as if you’ve just said the most outrageous but enlightening thing ever to be uttered
slack jawed, eyes wide, completely silenced for a solid while
he’s eventually able to process wtf you just said to him, and now he’s just trying to play it off with a really goofy grin that doesn’t hide he’s flustered
hobie’s doing all sorts with his hands to try distract the both of you- gestures while he tried to defend the little of his pride he has left, holding the back of his neck, maybe nudging you or shaking your whole frame
he gets the faintest idea that you might be just a little less naive than he though, but not entirely
that might have just been a lucky guess, after all
you’re definitely smarter in his eyes, though
depending on your status, if you’re a spider-person, from a different dimension, from his dimension- it doesn’t matter, he’s intrigued by you now
might brag a bit or be like “can you believe this?” when he sees you soul reading someone else
now there’s been multiple times throughout your guys’ friendship where you manage to slap him with some ungodly wisdom relating to him out of absolutely nowhere, and it never fails to catch him off guard
of course, hobie’s effortlessly cool, so being caught off guard is gonna keep making him feel a little vulnerable and flustered
especially when you just casually do one of the most in depth psychoanalysis of him ever for like the third time this week
he’s starting to think that you know something the rest of the multiverse doesn’t, how do you do that ?
“alright, alright! allow it, man, allow it.”
he’s laughing, but he’s also questioning where you stand in the world, are you secret intelligence ? tf is goin on
if you weaponise this ability to read people like an open book, then he can have fun with it
now it’s funny
especially if you guys are spider-people together and he just casually points out a villain you’ve been assigned to, with a look that says “ruin them”
this can also happen to random people on the street
it’s like how he can completely destroy peoples perception and faith in the establishment n all that, if you so choose, you can really make people feel seen or completely vulnerable or called out
after these encounters with bad people, he realises something about you
you’re somehow able to just know who to trust, and your guts never wrong
he wonders if it’s your spider-sense at first, if you have that
now he’s starting to piece everything together
you can easily distinguish between the good and bad people- the good you immediately trust and treat like an old friend
the bad, you never give the time of day
you’re always so quick to trust, and naive
but it’s starting to become clear to hobie that this isn’t nativity, you just have an uncanny ability to know people before they even introduce themselves
it’s kind of reassuring in a way, if he’s ever doubtful about someone, he’ll go to you and be like “thoughts?” then you can relay this insanely detailed psychoanalysis of this person you’ve just met
now he sees you as this incredibly insightful person, a lovely individual who has the potential to ruin lives with your insane ability to call people out
bonus:
if you guys are spider-people together, you’re both pretty well known for running your mouths
you instil fear
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as always, lemme know if this ate or not and i’ll try my best to fix it !
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jay with a short gf ↷♡
requested <3 ! jake ver ! hoon ver ! riki ver !
PAIRING ! jay x f!reader
WC ! 1.4k
GENRE ! fluff, crack, slight suggestive
a/n: sobbing this was so cute and fun to write, ty for the req anonnie <3
if you told jay you were insecure about your height.. oh boy
he’d literally go straight from :D to >:[
ITS ONE OF HIS FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT YOU?
you’re just so !! cute !! he wants to shove you in his pocket and protect you from the world !!!
and you’re lucky jay is not one to tease often
he’s more just. blunt and completely honest with what he’s thinking at all times
exhibit A
due to your short height you can’t reach a lot of things in the kitchen :(
so when he sees you standing on top of the counter to grab something off the shelf he just goes, “aww”
you whip your head around and there he is. just 🧌 in the doorway
so being the gentle soul you are you give him the middle finger *eye twitch*
but the truth is he wasn’t even teasing you!!
he genuinely thought you looked adorable :c
you could pick a twig off the ground and he’d go ‘☺️ that’s my y/n’ like a literal dad
AND AND due to your height n’ size difference jay’s clothes just OVERFLOW on you
you’ll walk in like, “bub?”
he looks up from his phone all tired and— AHHHHSJHDND Y/N’S WEARING MY SHIRT look how cute she is!!!
he grows the most fond smile imaginable as he murmurs out a ‘yes angel’
but he won’t lie the shirt goes down to your knees so it looks like you have no pants on
he giggles a bit BUT AGAIN jay does not tease you much so he stays quiet <3
even if you were taller than him, this man would still find ways to baby you
but since you’re a great deal smaller than him, his instinct grows even stronger
when it’s cold out???? suddenly you’re a first grader who can’t even zip up their own coat
“ok y/n where’s your gloves? no not those cheap ones, i mean the big puffy grey ones with the velcro straps, your hands are so tiny we have to— OH, AND WE CAN’T FORGET YOUR HAT. seriously, i heard you can get sick from having your ears exposed to the cold for too long—“
you’re just like 🧍♀️”love, i don't think my ears temperature will affect my health”
he silences you by further tightening his giant black scarf around your neck and chin
this goes for warm weather too of course, not just cold 🙁
“hmm, i don’t trust this sunscreen brand, y/n. since you’re so small, it shouldn’t be too hard to find a hat that can cover your entire body, right?”
“hey! i’m not that small!”
it’s too late
instead of a hat though, your boyfriend’s brought you a whole umbrella to carry around, declaring that the sun will NOT be burning you today!!
secretly, you have to admit you love being taken care of by him :)
one reason you find yourself getting annoyed by your height though, is when you have to literally stand on your tippy toes just to give jay a kiss :c
yeah, instead of seeing his handsome face when you look in his direction, all you get is his shoulder 🙁
every time you want a kiss while he’s standing, you have to beg him to stay still and bend his neck down so he can meet you halfway
sometimes he can’t help but chuckle a little at your efforts just to reach him
which makes you pout of course, “it’s not my fault you’re as tall as the BFG!”
“eh? i’m average height y/n”
“not for me you asshole”
bro laughs at you again
he thinks you look like one of those little demon chihuahuas when you’re mad
(but he’d never tell you that cuz he’s scared you’ll beat him up with those tiny knuckles of yours 🏃)
sometimes jay gets a little uncomfy looking down all the time and complains about his neck hurting
so, if an innocent kiss turns into something steamier he will instead scoop you up and bring you somewhere where you won’t have to stand on your tippy toes the whole time and his neck won’t feel like it’s about to fall off
either that, or he gets impatient and just lifts you by your thighs to hold you against a wall/kitchen counter
muscle pig
but you’re just like “babe why are we doing this against the wall, can we go to like. the couch or something”
suddenly he’s pouting with his swollen ass lips (proud to say that’s your doing <3) “but i wanted to show off my muscles..”
since you’re a softie for pouty jay you let him do what he wants with you
speaking of his muscles you think it’s fun to tag along on jay’s gym expeditions
sunghoon and niki are usually there too !! gym bros !!
it’s fun watching until they ask YOU to join
“absolutely not. i’m here to pass you your water bottles and that’s about it”
doesn’t matter
the youngest has already dragging you over to the pull up bar and jay’s just smirking his stupid jay smirk because he KNOWS you cannot reach that shit
“okay go, just try one,” niki encourages innocently
you swear if he wasn’t so buff you’d fight him right there
this kid knows damn well you cannot reach that bar
before you can say anything, your boyfriend luckily comes to the rescue
without a word, he grabs your waist lifting you with such ease that it makes you a bit flustered
IN THE BACKGROUND hoon is GIGGLING like A DUMBASS
“shortie”
you whip your head over to the silver haired boy in offense before looking back at jay
“ay, you’re my boyfriend, why aren’t you stopping this discrimination”
he goes 🧍
“but.. its true”
you flick his forehead in retaliation ☺️
anyway so with the help of jay you reach the pull up bar and surprise yourself by actually doing A WHOLE PULL UP 💪
jay’s jaw dropped and he starts clapping and smiling and JSJND HE WAS SO PROUD OF YOU !!
“that’s my strong girl. wah, can you do another one for me?”
you folded right there
it felt nice receiving such praise so..
YOU DID ANOTHER ONE WOOO
before flopping to the ground because damn pull ups are hard
jay made a delicious meal when you both got home that day because YOU DID TWO PULL UPS <3
there’s like a silent agreement between you and jay that when you’re standing up, he’s the one giving the affection
it goes from just reaching down to give you little pecks to resting his chin on your head with a warm backhug
god jay loves back hugs so much, especially since you’re so small, it’s easier to just wrap you up in his arms like a burrito n’ trap you there forever c:
sometimes it’s a bit too much though
“babe please i’m going to choke”
“sorry angel, you’re just so cute.”
you give him the side eye
BUT when you’re sitting or lying down.. it’s your time to shine!!
finally you can see his handsome face without having to crane your neck up
gotta use him lying down to your advantage !
y’know when jay wears his classic boyfriend outfit with the white muscle top UAHSJSH
you pull him onto your lap n’ he’s like .. 🤨
bro is a strong believer that you should be the one in his lap not the other way around
BUT once you get your fingers running through his hair n’ massaging his temples he just deflates
jay doesn’t get taken care of often so he’s just amazed because wait?? it feels so good???
then it leads to you giving him a full body massage because it’s what the man deserves
then as you’re massaging his stupid muscly arms he goes “your hands are so weak i can’t even feel anything love”
HE HAS TO TEASE YOU SOMETIMES OKAY it’s out of love
all in all. jay is your number one fan no matter how short you are (and secretly, he doesn’t want you to grow!! >:c)
hugs for my short readers out there 🫂
likes don’t tell me much, reblogs n’ comments are always very appreciated if you enjoyed <3
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could you write hc's for Zoro, Sanji and Ace (separate) having a dom boyfriend? Like, not just sexual sense, but a bf who likes to have his man on his lap, who spoils his s/o a lot and stuff. Ty !!
a/n: hi anon ofc!! this idea is super cute 💕
full disclosure however that i'm not super familiar with dom/sub dynamics and culture so if i mess something up please correct me!
having a dom boyfriend (Zoro, Sanji, Ace)
masc reader, trans zoro and ace
nsfw under the cut
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Zoro
Roronoa "Demon of the East Blue" Zoro, a man who's so unfamiliar with tenderness and warmth that on the first night he trusts his dom to have his way with him - he cries out of the eye that's long since scarred shut when he receives such unearned affection
Zoro would be the first to reject any notion of a higher power but his devotion to you is almost pious, loyal to the nth degree and willing to sacrifice anything for you as he does for his captain
So for someone to want to return those feelings with overt displays of endearment - it's almost and is overwhelming in a lot of ways, not that he didn't think you wouldn't be willing to go all in, he was just expecting more... subtlety
He'd be lying if he said that being so openly and unabashedly desired, loved, didn't feel good, though
Up until this point, Zoro's always been on top - figuratively and literally with how he rode his previous partners into the sunset - so letting you in with these current new arrangements was a different ordeal entirely
Handing the reigns over and learning to relax, without being the one in control, wasn't easy, but you made sure to repay him handsomely every chance you got with delicate, loving touches and words of praise whispered into his ears
He's surprisingly obedient, and oh so sweet, making the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard from another man as you slowly, carefully, open him up, kiss the scars underneath his pecs and trace the diagonal one across his torso with your tongue
He's desperate, silently begging for you to fully take him already, but Zoro promised not to whine so he bites his tongue like the well-trained beast he is
His reward? Hours of being able to let out as much of his voice as he wants until Zoro's throat is raw or the hotel manager bangs on the door for "the loud one" to quiet down, saccharine sips of sake and kisses in the long moments of aftercare between,
And inevitably being playfully side-eyed by Robin, Franky, and Brook when the two of you stumble back to the Sunny at the crack of dawn, one of your arms around Zoro's sleepy (and a little wobbly) figure no doubt intending to pass out again for another few hours, and the other holding bags of goodies for your mossy boyfriend - most of them alcoholic in content
Sanji
It's a constant fight for Sanji to get used to this, grappling with the need to spoil you and cater to your every whim- and his general feelings of wanting to be swallowed by the earth when you give him a look and say that you're supposed to be spoiling him instead
Blackleg Sanji, someone who's similarly been depraved of affection like his mossy green counterpart, unsurprisingly finds himself bursting at the seams to serve you, the light and love of his life, someone with the angelic kindness to smile upon and choose him of all people to be your sub
You don't question how eager he is to throw himself at your feet "in the presence of a man as dashingly handsome" as you, his words, but you do find it incredibly cute when he melts just a little bit at your quiet affection
It's meant to be purely physical, a pretty stranger who visited your house for the duration of the Strawhats' stay on this island (you'd approached him with your proposition and according to Nwami-swan they'd be stuck here for a few months because of this that and the other, so what the hell, right?)
He wasn't a complete noob, Sanji could figure out what to do and what went where generally, but he was still wholly new to this and near entirely reliant on your guidance - he'd heard of people doing things like this behind closed doors and discussed it with the ladies on Momoiro sure, but actually engaging in it? A completely different story
A glutton for punishment, Nami stares with intent at the rope burns on hairy arms when Sanji rolls his sleeves up to prepare dinner and Usopp pointedly avoids prolonged eye-contact with Sanji if he can help it, Zoro only fixes him with a big ol' Cheshire grin as he's kicked out of the kitchen for trying to smuggle more booze and pointing out certain marks under his collar
Sanji does, however, get a bit squirmy in the aftercare if your touch is a tad too soft, a bit too kind with your words, pad him down with a damp hand towel with just too much tenderness - as if a loving embrace was alien to him or like he felt it wasn't deserved
Sanji always hurried out on these nights, coming back to the ship in a tizz a little out of sorts and praying that no one was there to see him agonizing his commitment allergy over the railing, but on any other occasion he'd stay to make a light snack for the both of you to eat in comfortable silence
On the Strawhats' very last night docked at this island, Sanji made you a beautiful meal and spent the night bending, twisting to your every whim, breaking the news at dinner so you knew this would be your last chance - he was obedient and giving as ever, not once complaining and even encouraged the hand prints on his hips
At dawn he leaves you with breakfast in bed and robbed of a heart, knowing that he was the one (pirate) that got away
Ace
Spoiled and proud of it - Ace is a bratty sub who loves nothing more than to whittle down his lover's very last nerve, reaping the fruits of his hard work when he's bent over that man's desk and hollowed out for hours
He walks with a waddle the next morning but is no less proud of himself every damn time
He can and WILL drain 👏 your 👏 pockets 👏👏👏 - you're paying for breakfast, lunch, and dinner - and whatever cute little lace outfit you (he) think he'll look cute in later
Ace fancies himself a (promiscuous) little jackrabbit and he definitely lives up to that title, it takes a lot to wear him out and god he'll make you work for it, too
He's down to clown in most places that isn't outright in the public eye but he's been known to skirt boundaries with a little persuasion and the need to tease - his favorite by far is the underside of your desk while someone else is on the other side droning on about whatever
Ace lives to tease and he yearns for the punishment from riling you up all day, degradation and being mean isn't frowned upon (in some cases he's waiting for it) but don't go too far or you'll actually hurt his feelings - all that fire has to come from a heart, of course
He's loud and shamelessly proud, even if the place is risqué, even if the neighbors across the street have full view of the curtainless window he's enticed you to fuck him in front of, the neighbors can talk all the shit they want but it doesn't bother him none
He'll sing your praises to the high heavens through punishment or reward, apologies or howls of affection, Ace wants nothing more than for you to know how good you make him feel, mark up your back and have you leave hickeys on his neck in return so everyone knows he belongs to you and you alone
He blows up your pager with messages all day to come to the ship and plow his pussy already, hangs around your work place and shows little flame hearts at you outside the window despite the amount of times you've nagged that he's being a fire hazard, snuggles in your lap on your lunch break that always ends up going 5-10 minutes over the limit - you got an earful from your boss the one time it went over an hour, watching Ace sneakily leaving out the back door and blowing a kiss at you like the little rat (affectionate) he was
Long distance isn't ideal, but he really likes you so he makes it work; if it means he has to be a bratty sub to monopolize your time then so be it, he wants all your attention and he wants it now!
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Hi Jade! Your writing just got me hooked on criminal minds so can you do something with badass!reader and something related to how Spencer deals with her closing herself off because she jus doesn’t know how to be emotionally vulnerable? I can’t think of a specific situation but I trust ur talent 🫶🏼
ty! ♡ fem, 1k
Spencer can't see your face when you curl away like this. You've turned your head to the window, your arm wrapped around your waist and your shoulder in no danger of touching his.
Despite this, he knows you want him near you. You'd pulled him aside casually before entering the jet to ask if he'd sit with you. So, you can continue your slouched cold shoulder if you like, but Spencer's confident that you don't mean it personally, he won't take it that way.
It was a kid, this time. Whenever the BAU fails to pull through and a child dies, you take it hard, as does everyone else. The only difference with you is that if it were any other situation, you'd soldier through, pretending that it didn't hurt you. When cases like this happen you don't bother pretending.
You're taking it especially hard, perhaps because you were reprimanded. You edged your way into somewhere you shouldn't have and accused the wrong man. Spencer doesn't know what Hotch said to you to wound you this deeply, but he can imagine it was something along the lines of forsaking your hot-headedness. Spencer knows from personal experience that it's going to stick around, a what if like cancer in your head that grows and grows. What if Hotch was right? And what if your bad decision was the weight that tipped the scale out of favour?
He makes sure that no one can listen before he leans in toward you. "You okay?" he asks quietly.
"I'm fine," you say, shrugging without looking away from the window.
He checks behind him. Hotch is in the kitchenette, a cup of coffee and a case file balanced in one hand, a tea kettle in the other. Morgan lays across the couch with Emily in the chair adjacent, reading. JJ texts to Spencer's right. She can definitely hear everything he's about to say, but he'll get over it.
"You remember when he yelled at me in Tennessee?" he asks. "In front of the team? I thought he'd be mad at me for weeks, but–"
"It's not Hotch I'm thinking about." You lean back in your chair properly, tipping your chin up. You look as though you've swallowed something sharp.
"I know," Spencer says. He digs through his messenger bag for the drink he bought before take off, a half litre of your favourite.
He presses it into your hand.
"I'm okay," you say, taking it. You weigh it back and forth, the liquid sloshing heavily, your eyes tracking the wave.
"Just drink it. It'll help your headache."
You unscrew the cap of your drink. "How did you know I have a headache?" you ask between little sips.
Spencer just knew. Same way he knows you don't want to talk about the case, no matter how badly you need to.
Your hand lays restless on your thigh, twitching like you're in the midst of a bad dream. The jet is dim but not dark, the lines and valleys of your face gently shadowed. He knows he could kiss your cheek and cheer you up if he had the courage. He thinks about it until he goes half mad.
"I wish I was like you," he murmurs. "I know it doesn't always work out, but you're not afraid to mess up. That's a good thing."
You turn your cheek into the chair. For the first time in hours, he can see all of you. Your shoulders relax, your eyelids slightly droopy.
"Maybe I'd mess up less if I weren't," you say.
"But you do more good taking a chance on things than bad." Spencer can't summon the courage to kiss your cheek, but he can take your unhappy hand into his.
You close your eyes. Tentative, Spencer presses the back of your hand to the front of his, drawing half circles into your palm. You let him do it for long, slow minutes, nothing but the hum of the engine and his skin brushing yours.
When your lip wobbles, he curls his hand closed around yours.
You aren't upset about Hotch, he knows that. You're upset about something they couldn't change, because they weren't fast enough. It's a team failing that you've taken onto your shoulders, and it isn't right. Spencer gives the plane one last look before he darts forward. He stops short, his face next to yours, and sighs.
You turn away from him before he can kiss your cheek.
You've never had a problem bragging about how much you like Spencer. When somebody tells him to stop talking, you listen. When others roll their eyes, you smile and poke at his sides teasingly. Usually, you'd let him kiss you. He grits his teeth and buckles up. If you can't be vulnerable, he can be twice; failed kisses don't bother him if it's in an attempt to cheer you up.
"What can I do?" he asks, pulling your joined hands to his chest.
"Nothing. Sorry. Nothing, I'm fine."
"Can we please work on the assumption that you're not fine? And that I'm here?"
You frown at him. Slowly, your frown turns to a less horrifying impassiveness, and not long after that you're pressing your cheek to his shoulder.
"Can we not talk? Would that be okay?" you whisper.
"Sure. Of course it is."
You nod gratefully into his arm. He lets his nose sink into the top of your head, not giving much thought to how uncomfortable it is. His arm comes up to stroke yours, but when JJ stands he drops it.
"Thank you, Spencer," you murmur.
"You're welcome. Now be quiet."
He can feel the shape of your smile against his arm, small but real.
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Something that fascinates me about Zolu is how the relationship is full of opposites (pirate and pirate hunter, god and demon, two kings in their own right) and at the same time is clearly about complements (sun and moon, captain and first mate, king and knight, devotion and faith). I really feel that Zoro walks a fine line in which he can be an equal for Luffy (starting from their similarities in things as simple as their lack of orientation, the indomitable will that the two have that separates them from the rest) while still being his second, his right hand, one of his wings and, in my opinion, the cornerstone of his crew. It's a relationship that could be of rivals or equals or enemies or lovers or best friends or...
I don't have much to add bc you laid it out perfectly but YESSS! their relationship is just so good from all the different angles you can view it from, and the multiple layers it has despite how simple or effortless they make it seem when interacting with one another. I'd also say though it's perhaps a little contradictory? that zoro and luffy understanding and complementing each other as much as they do (despite some of the thematic opposites they have as well) is exactly what allows zoro to stand as his second and find purpose in following/tying his own dream and goals to luffy's instead of just striking out of his own, just like it allows luffy to trust and rely on him the crazy way he does in turn.
tbh when it comes to these two I don't really think them being equals or not has to do with strength. ultimately, luffy will always be as strong as the plot needs him to be and stronger than his crewmates and fellow captains in the kind of raw fighting power he excels at against the enemies he faces. any other weaknesses or shortcomings he may have or whatever battles he can't fight bc he's focusing on the local biggest bad - that's what the straw hats and the allies he's made along the way are for.
BUT. for example, the one person who's absorbed luffy's pain and exhaustion in the most literal and physical way possible, all while protecting the entire crew but especially luffy himself as well, is zoro. and the most recent chapters have only highlighted how special this is, from kuma's pov, even though it's been years (within the story and irl) since it happened.
roger and rayleigh are also a good point of comparison imo. ray's basically known as a legend second only to roger himself and he was still very much his partner, no matter if roger was technically stronger. now, for crew dynamics reasons I don't think zoro and luffy will directly call each other the same but there's very obvious parallels between these four so there's that too.
#vibrating hard enough to break glass I love them so much#tp#replies#zolu#not sure if I managed to get the point across ajdjdjd but yeah basically I think they don't have to be#at the same level of strength to be equals or partners when there's so many ways in which they understand oppose and compete e/o#IT'S SO FUN the dynamic is just peak
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CC! CC! omg CEEEECEEEEE
I see kinktober prompts are still open and my other beloved, Mammon is open
May I request sub!mammon with Shibari (aka Mammon is the one being tied up) pretty pls 🥹👉🏻👈🏻
If we’re allowed 2 requests I’ll send one in for flufftober too 🥰 ty ily
Hi Silver!!
Okay okay I loooove shibari. I just think the rope patterns are so pretty??? I definitely did not spend a lot of time scrolling through pictures of it for "research purposes." Nope that is not a thing that I did.
Anyway, this is the first time I've written a scene about it, though, so hopefully it turned out okay!
Thank you for submitting a request!!
KINKTOBER 2023
GN!MC x Mammon
NSFW MDNI
Warnings: shibari, penetration (reader receiving), begging
Mammon watched you from where he was kneeling naked on his bed, his eyes roaming over your hands and the rope you held in them. It was a thick black rope, shot through with tiny strips of shimmering gold. Just the sight of it made his stomach clench, a combination of thrill and uncertainty.
When you first suggested this to him, Mammon was worried that he wouldn't be able to handle it. After all, how often had he been bound by Lucifer's ropes? Could he experience this with you now without having flashbacks of those endless hours spent strung up to the ceiling?
And yet Mammon knew it would be different. It was you. He trusted you. He had a hard time saying it, but he really did. And he was sure that you knew it, too. Because of that trust, he had agreed, willing to let you try. He was nervous, but he was also excited.
Already, things were different. That rope you were holding was beautiful. He knew you had chosen it for him, something that you thought would look even better in knots against his skin.
"Are you ready?" you asked.
Mammon nodded.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know," you said, clearly picking up on his nerves.
"No," he said firmly. "I want ya to tie me up. I want ya to use that pretty rope on me."
He saw the way your eyes filled with heat when he said these things to you. You nodded solemnly and he could see that you were trying to remain calm yourself.
Carefully and deliberately, you began to wrap the rope around his body. He shivered every time your fingertips brushed against his skin, shifting slightly as you pulled the rope into knots.
It was a slow and sensual process. You kept the rope taut while still keeping it loose enough to prevent damage. Mammon didn't know that you had studied the pattern you would be using, but he did notice the way you tied the ropes to mimic the white markings he had when he was in demon form.
The rope weaved across his body, a stunning symmetry of knots and geometry forming on his chest, around his hips, binding his wrists, and enclosing each of his thighs.
When you were done, you stood from the bed to look at him from the front.
Mammon strained slightly against the tightness that held him and met your eyes, face flushed and cock already erect.
You smiled, reaching out to brush back his hair and caress his cheek. "You're such a beautiful boy."
Mammon closed his eyes and breathed in sharply. He was overcome by his desire, by the sound of your voice, by your words. He opened his eyes and looked down at himself, down at the ropes that held him. They dug in just enough to bring him a sweet hint of pain.
"MC," he said and he flinched at how your name sounded like a whine, he was so desperate for your touch. Your fingertips against his cheek were not enough.
You came closer to him, looking into his eyes and he knew you could see the need in them. You ran your fingers down his neck, letting them trace the lines of the ropes until they finally moved ever so lightly up his cock.
"Please, MC, please," Mammon begged. He was squirming now, unable to hold still, wanting more sensation, but hardly able to move due to the way he was bound. He looked so perfect, his skin flushed, his eyes wide, his mouth open and panting, the rope winding around him so exquisitely.
You shrugged out of your own clothes, which you had kept on up until that point, and knelt in front of him on the bed. You took his cock in one hand and pushed the fingers of your other hand against his lips. Mammon opened his mouth for you obediently, happily sucking your fingertips into it and moaning around them.
You slowly ran your hand up and down his length, careful not to go too fast. Mammon whimpered against your fingers, and he knew he would be begging again if they hadn't been occupying his mouth. It wasn't enough and you both knew it.
You kept this up for some time, turning Mammon into a blubbering mess bit by bit. He was trying so hard to get you to give in, making all the sounds, reacting to every little thing, hoping that you would be overtaken by the sight of him in that rope you had so carefully picked out.
Just as he thought he couldn't take any more, you took your fingers out of his mouth. He was embarrassed by the way the air instantly filled with his voice, first a moan and then a flood of begging, most of which was just your name repeated over and over.
You pushed on his shoulders and Mammon fell back, squirming a little beneath you as you straddled his hips. His bound wrists rested neatly in the small of his back. He saw how your inner thighs were pressed against the ropes around his hips, watched as you sank onto his cock, your hands on his chest, gripping the ropes there.
Mammon moaned, unable to handle the way you looked as you rode him hard, your hands moving all over him, holding onto and slightly tugging the ropes here and there as you chased your pleasure. He arched his back to meet you, thrusting up to help you along, but also to feel you more.
Mammon couldn't think, he could only feel your heat, your weight on top of him, the grip of the rope against his skin, the sound of your heavy breathing and gasping moans.
Mammon couldn't keep his eyes off of you and watching you moan his name as you came above him caused him to lose himself entirely. Even as the ropes remained tightly tied, Mammon himself came undone beneath you.
Later, when the two of you had caught your breath, you would gently untie him, revealing ridged lines across his skin where the ropes had bit in. He shivered as you kissed along each one, the light feathery kisses so sweet against his still hot flesh. And as long as those marks remained, he would absently rub his fingers against them, his mind wandering to when he could next feel you tying the knots of those ropes around him.
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i will wine and dine you in the hollows
Pairing: Dammon x F!Tav
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Bondage, Shibari. 18+ Content, Minors DNI.
Word Count: 3,323. Read it on AO3.
He’s a vision standing before her from where she lay on the bed; soft leather trousers coming up to just below his navel, a peek of the v-shaped lines of his lower abdomen. His torso mercifully bare, every ridge and soft muscle on display for her to feast upon with her eyes. He’s lean, but not overly so; years of working the forge have left him with some definition, but it’s soft, unintimidating.
She doesn’t doubt that he could toss her around if he wanted to, though – he’d proven that much in the past.
He’s gently untangling a length of rope that looks far, far softer than the cord she’s used to pitch her tent back at camp in the past, and she wonders what, exactly, she’s just signed herself up for.
Maybe he notices her hesitance – he’s always been perceptive like that, able to read every tell, even ones she didn’t know she had. His hands still, and he regards her with a furrowed brow, the soft blue of his eyes trained on her intensely. She swears he could take her apart with little more than his gaze some days.
“Alright?” He asks, the low timbre of his voice cutting through the comfortable silence of the room like a knife; she has half a mind to be embarrassed by the way a singular word sends a low coil of heat pooling in her stomach. Maybe it’s his voice. Maybe it’s the fact that he values consent. Maybe it’s a heady blend of both.
“’M fine.” She responds, quiet. “Just never done anything like this before.”
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He looks as thought he’s two seconds away from scrapping the whole plan, and she wants to cry. For how kind he is. Out of frustration, maybe, that she’s naked on this bed – has been for the better part of ten minutes, now – and he’s not touching her. “It was just an idea, we can always just – “
“Dammon.” She breathes, because if he doesn’t stop apologizing and start actually doing something to her, she’s going to lose her mind. “I want this. It’s just new to me. I trust you.”
His shoulders relax, and he, mercifully, takes a step towards her, rope still held gently in hand. “Alright. Your word, Tav?”
“Mithral.” She replies easily, and she’s hyper-aware of the shake of her voice, the excitement bubbling up within her. New is good. New is hot.
“Good girl.” He rumbles approvingly, and Gods, she’s really not going to make it.
The first touch of the material against her skin is shockingly gentle – it isn’t rough at all, far more comfortable than any rope she’s ever seen. She wonders if he went to a specialty shop; her cheeks flush and she feels a little dizzy as she imagines him going somewhere in the lower city, feeling each cord in his hands, deliberately picking out the best one for her. Something about the care and competency of it all is alluring.
He’s winding it around her wrist, murmuring something under his breath about single column and double column ties – all of it is foreign to her, but she trusts him without question. He has never been anything but gentle, and she knows that this will be no different. Years ago, before all of the business with the Elderbrain, she wondered if she would ever trust someone again. Meeting him had quickly evaporated that worry from her mind.
He touches her like she’s something delicate, gently helping her sit up so he can tuck her arms behind her back and begin tying the other end of the rope around her other wrist. When he finishes the knot, his palm comes to rest on the small of her back, and it takes everything within her not to shudder at the feeling of his skin against her own, however fleeting a touch it may be. She can feel every callus, reminders of a life spent working with his hands. Hands that have taken her apart more times than she can count; ghosting over her thighs, her sides, pressing against the soft muscle of her tongue, saliva pooling around them.
She’s getting ahead of herself.
“How does that feel?” He asks gently. She has to remind herself he’s talking about the knots and not his fucking hand.
She gives her wrists an experimental tug, and finds nothing of offense; her range of mobility is limited, but it’s not uncomfortable. She’s mostly upset that having them behind her back means she can’t touch him.
“Good.” There’s a breathiness to her voice now that isn’t easily concealed. His lips flicker into the ghost of a smirk.
“That’s good. I’m not going to take things too far since it’s your first time – how do you feel about a chest harness? Nothing elaborate for now, just something simple.” His hand is still on her back, a grounding presence.
She didn’t even know you could do that with rope.
“Okay.” She says, and then, coherent thought coming back to her enough to provide clear consent, “Yes.”
He hums appreciatively in the back of his throat, and she’s vaguely aware of him retrieving another cord of rope somewhere across the room. Winding it around her chest, at the top of her ribs, just below her breasts. Tying something in the back, and then around her front, over the top, the material settling against her collarbones. Draping it over her shoulders. She watches his hands while he works, and she finds that she feels light and heavy all at once; here and not, her mind pleasantly drifting in an ocean of something.
“There.” He says after what feels like it may have been an eternity, though it was only a few minutes. “That feel okay?”
She glances down at her chest, takes a moment to admire the way the dark red of the rope stands out against her skin, the love and care that went into the ties. Her mouth feels dry, and there’s an ache between her thighs that has quickly become hard to ignore. To trust someone like this, so implicitly, that you’d allow them to restrain you – it sends a thrill through her, the realization of how much she loves him. How much he cares.
“It’s good.” She manages; her tongue feels like rubber, making the syllables with her mouth requires an effort. “I like it.”
He moves to the end of the bed, his hands on his hips, drinking in the sight of her. Admiring his handiwork. There’s an innate vulnerability that comes with this – being bare before him while he’s still half-clothed, rope delicately woven across her skin, his gaze roaming over her with something ravenous in it.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this, Tav.” He rasps, a heat in his words, and she flushes. “Do you want me to touch you now?”
“Please.” She can’t get the word out fast enough, her eyes wide with want.
He gently hooks his hand under her knees, pulling her thighs apart, exposing her sex to him. She’s wet – she knows it, has known it since she first settled onto the bed and told him she trusted him. He hums appreciatively at the sight, and settles himself between her thighs, his breath ghosting over her – hot and damp and dangerous.
“Remind me of your word.”
“Mithral. Dammon, please.” Her fingers are already curled into the sheets behind her back in anticipation, the only thing she can reach with the way she’s bound.
He ignores her pleas. “And what happens if you say that?”
She wants to huff in annoyance – they’ve beyond established consent at this point. But she can’t find it within herself to be frustrated; there’s something arousing about the way that he’s so insistent upon her comfort, her wellbeing, her trust. “You stop, no questions asked.”
“Good girl.” He presses his lips against the soft slope of her inner thigh, hot and open-mouthed. “I’m going to make you come on my tongue, now.”
She doesn’t have time to form a retort, because his mouth presses against her cunt, and she keens. He licks a stripe up the length of her slit, and when he goes over her clit she swears she has ascended; surpassed the need for flesh and bone and become something incandescent. Unconsciously, she tries to move her hands to his hair, and lets out a frustrated noise when she finds that, no, the ropes have not miraculously disappeared. He lets out a throaty chuckle at her dismay, and the vibrations make her whine, her hips canting up against the press of his tongue.
He tuts disapprovingly and brings a forearm up to pin her down lazily. “Hold still for me, sweetheart.”
“Fuck you.” She hisses between gritted teeth, though it comes out as little more than a whine.
“Not quite yet.” He huffs out another laugh, and then he’s pressing his mouth against her again, his tongue flat against her clit, his free hand coming up to join it. He’s remarkably gentle as he crooks two fingers within her, pressing against that spot within her that has her babbling out a string of something nonsensical.
It’s his enthusiasm that gets to her, really. The way he’s moaning as he takes her apart piece by piece, the soft heat in his gaze as blue eyes lock on her own. Watching, every action deliberate, gauging every reaction, every whine, every moan, every twitch of her hips against the weight of his forearm.
“Dammon,” She moans, thin, breathy. “You’re gonna make me cum, fuck –“
“That’s the goal.”
He’s cocky when he takes control. She doesn’t know whether she hates it or she’s intoxicated by it.
Usually when she falls apart when they’re intimate, it’s a slow heat; something she can feel building, buzzing within her muscles well before it happens. This is something else entirely. She lets out a choked sound that’s more similar to a sob than a moan, her body shaking, her thighs weakly pressing against his face. Her hands blindly claw at the bits of linen she can reach, her head tilted back, eyes screwed shut.
He doesn’t stop.
“I can’t –“ She tries, her voice cracking. “Too – too much – fuck –“
“You can give me another one.” He murmurs, pulling away for a moment to allow his jaw a rest, his fingers still pressing within her. “I know you can. Be a good girl for me, Tav.”
“Can’t.” She manages again.
“If you want me to stop, you know what you need to say.” There’s a gentle concern to his voice now, his eyes finding hers – warm, reassuring.
She does not, in fact, actually want him to stop.
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip hard enough to sting, and she surrenders herself to the pull of letting control go. She feels weightless, a buzzing in her skull, lost to everything but stimuli. It’s not entirely dissimilar to being drunk – that giddy, light sort of euphoria that seems to swallow you whole.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Give me one more, you can do it.”
She does. Gods above, she does. She barely bites back a shout as it rips through her, cunt fluttering around his fingers, her back arching off the mattress. It’s almost painful in its intensity, dizzying in its aftermath. She’s heaving for breath as he pulls away from her, her gaze hazy. There’s slick on his chin and a split-lip grin on his face, and she moans into his mouth when he comes up to kiss her and she can taste herself on his tongue.
His hands ghost over her skin as they kiss, over her sides, her collarbone, her arms. Callused fingertips squeeze at her breasts, and he lets out a groan before pulling away, something frenetic and feral in his eyes.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks, and the way it comes out like a growl is not lost on her, sends a pleasant wave of heat straight between her thighs. “Is that what you want, Tav? You want my cock?”
“Yes.” She all but whimpers, once again attempting to touch him and letting out a defeated sound when she cannot. “Please, Dammon, please. Need you – Need –“
She’s not even coherently aware of the words falling out of her mouth anymore, so far removed from anything but heat and skin and sweat and want. Her limbs feel heavy, her head empty, and somewhere on the periphery of her mind she wonders if this is what people mean when they say they’ve been fucked stupid.
He moves off of her for a moment, and she whines mournfully at the loss of contact. There’s a clumsy rustling of leather as he shoves his trousers off and kicks them somewhere on the other side of the room, and then the solid muscle of his torso is once again pressed against her chest, and she swears it shouldn’t feel as close to coming home as it does.
One of his hands comes down to guide himself, the other bracing himself above her, and she nearly sobs when he presses into her. He stays like that for a long moment, his eyes locked on hers, his lips parted, breath ghosting over her own mouth.
“You’re doing so well for me, Tav.” His voice is strained and hoarse, and she wonders if he’s as far gone as she is. “Feel so fucking good. Do you want me to move, sweetheart?”
She nods – because speech has, at this point, largely failed her. She’s looking up at him rather dumbly, her mouth open, her eyes glossed over. Brainless. Boneless. He groans and pulls his hips back slowly, and her thighs instinctively come up to wrap around his waist when he pushes back in. The contact is not enough – she longs to dig her nails into his shoulders, to pull him down for another kiss, to run her hands over his chest.
“So pretty.” He presses a sloppy kiss to the soft column of her throat. “So fucking pretty. All mine.”
“Yours.” Clarity rears its head enough for one syllable. “Yours.”
The hand that isn’t bracing himself comes to cup her cheek, his thumb running over her bottom lip, and there’s something tender in his eyes that almost feels out of place here. Love bleeding through lust, overwhelming in its intensity. His movements are slow but steady, and if it weren’t for the ropes and the way she’s certain she’s left this plane of existence, she’d almost venture to call this making love.
“Do you think you can give me one more?” He asks, more breath than anything else. “Wanna feel you come on my cock, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”
She nods slowly, the words taking a moment to process in her head. He kisses her once before removing his hand from her cheek, bringing it between them to circle over her clit. She’s over-sensitive from the last two times, and she’s not going to last long, but there’s a part of her that wishes this moment could stretch out forever. That she could lose herself in this – no weight of responsibility, no titles, no real world; just skin on skin and him looking into her eyes.
“That’s it.” He murmurs as she moans softly. “Just like that. One more. You can do it.”
The third is not nearly as intense as the first two; it’s similar to the way it usually feels with him – heat building in her muscles, her toes curling. Pressure, and then release. Her face twists as she rides it out, her head tilting back against the pillows, skin slick with sweat. His rhythm stutters, and his hips still on his next thrust, a choked moan spilling past his own lips.
He’s pretty when he comes, she thinks hazily. His brow knits together, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip. She’s vaguely aware of his fingers grasping at the sheets, of the sweat on his skin.
They stay like that for a time, him still inside of her, his forehead pressed against hers. The only sound is the ragged heave of their breath into the stillness of the room. He pulls away gently, and she lets out a soft noise as he pulls out of her. He pads out of the room, and for half a moment she wonders if perhaps she’s done something wrong, but he’s back just as quickly. He sits her up gently and kisses her shoulder as he starts to undo the knots of the rope.
She’d nearly forgotten she was tied up, truthfully.
“You did so well, sweetheart.” His voice is soft and low, soothing. “So well. I’m going to get you untied and then we’re going to get in the bath, okay? I’ve already started the water.”
She nods, suddenly plagued by profound fatigue. Certainly not the worst she’s ever felt – that would have been ages ago, when she was fighting every day, without a proper bed to sleep in at night. She feels an awful lot like jelly, her skeleton seemingly having given up the ghost in the sixty seconds it took for him to start the water and come back to untie her.
She flexes her wrists experimentally once the bindings are undone, furrows her brow at the ache in her joints at the movement. He frowns softly and reaches over to the nightstand to offer her a potion in a small glass bottle.
“For the pain.” He explains, and something twists in her chest at the kindness. The preparation he put into all of this.
She downs it in one go, and gently sets the bottle back on the stand, and she’s pleased to find that the ache dissipates almost immediately, leaving a pleasant tiredness in its wake.
“Are you feeling okay? Do you think you can stand?”
She nods, her feet making contact with the carpeted floor. They make a slow walk to the bathroom, and he hadn’t been lying. The tub is already filled with water hot enough for there to be steam swirling over the top of it, the scent of some kind of oil hanging heavy in the air – floral and bright.
He gets in first, and she joins him after, settling between his legs. Her back presses against his chest, her head tilting back against his shoulder. He kisses the crown of her head before wrapping his arms around her, and she feels overwhelmingly, undoubtedly safe.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks after a long moment, and there’s a hint of shyness to his words. Always so considerate, so worried about her.
“I did.” She cranes her head to look up at him, eyes locking onto his own. “Very much so.”
He relaxes immediately, his shoulders coming down, his jaw less tight. “Good. I was worried that perhaps you might have changed your mind.”
“Dammon,” She laughs, soft. “You made me cum three times. I don’t really think I’m in a place to complain.”
“Well –“ She swears she’s never seen him flustered before, but tonight seems to be fertile ground for firsts. “That doesn’t mean you’re obligated – I can make you cum without ropes, I mean –“
She silences him with a kiss. “I enjoyed it. I would like to do it again in the future.”
She settles against him once more, letting the warmth of the water seep into her bones. She cannot recall a time she’s ever felt so completely and wholly content. He is, perhaps, one of the safest people she’s ever come to know, and the fact that she gets to hold his heart in her hands is an honor that she is grateful for each and every day.
She slips into soft sleep to the feeling of his hands massaging soap into her hair, a quiet murmur of ‘I love you’ against her shoulder.
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Switching Roles
Pairings: Vic'tao (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader
Warnings: Smut, oral sex (m), praise kink, rope bondage, rope play, dom reader, use of cock ring.
Word Count: 3535
Summary: After last time, you wanted to give ropes another try with at least one of your Yautjas. Vic'tao is the victim this time. This is one of the few times he lets you dominate him, you had to take the chance and run with it.
Author Note: I decided to switch the roles. Ah, I'm so funny. Anyhow, hope you enjoy getting a Yautja to beg and whimper.
P.S. Also, those interested in 'The Monarch'. I am working on it, I promise. I'm just trying to figure the best route to go!
Ao3
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After last time, you’ve learn what to do and not to when it came to ropes and Yautjas. Those last ones you’ve used were ripped as if they were cotton, left to be shreds on the floor. Vic’tao disregarded them so easily and had you pinned the moment his patience snapped.
A lesson had been learned.
Countless hours of research and testing, you finally believed you had gotten your hands on a rope they couldn’t destroy while it held comfort. Those two points were what mattered when it came to tying your lovely hunters and doing whatever you wanted with them. Comfort and durability.
The rope was soft and glided across your skin without causing any pain or burns. Perfect. If it didn’t hurt your fragile skin, you knew it wouldn’t them either. Yet, when it came to keeping either of them tied up without fraying or snapping. That was a whole different situation. That was something you couldn’t test on yourself. Instead, you had decided to have Uihoy try his damn hardest, nails, claws, and all to break it.
It held up without wear or tear. You were giddy when leaving his workspace. A newfound joy blazed your heart with life. Now, it was ready to be used on Vic’tao and Uihoy when the time came.
That opportunity came. Sooner rather than later.
Vic’tao was reluctant to allow you to tie him once more with rope. Last time you had, he simply tore them apart and had his way with you. Well, until Uie had interrupted him. The damn elder didn’t let him come that night or touch you to possibly relieve his frustrations.
When the fabric slide across his scales though, Vic immediately noticed the difference. This wasn’t the same one as before. As he knelt before you, barely shorter than your standing form, he eyed you with suspicion. You noticed and patted the top of his head like a pet. “It’s going to be okay, love. You remember your signals?” you asked and stopped what you’re doing. He was your main focus right now.
This sort of deal was different compared to what he’s used to. Always the dominate one. He took command over you and Uihoy. He wasn’t always a nice dom though. That’s way you had to keep a watchful eye and ear out for him. You had to read his body language encase he didn’t want to continue. Despite being a deadly creature, you knew they had soft hearts that you loved to care for.
The Yautja nodded his head, tresses swaying with the movement. “Good boy. Remember, if you don’t like something, tell me. I will never be mad at you, alright?” you stated firmly and pulled the strand of rope in hand. His body rocked forward at the movement. Vic nodded again. This time, you shook your head at him. “Words, baby, words. I need to hear you.”
If his species could visbly blush, the skin around his mandibles would be flushed neon green. Vic felt vulnerable in this position. At the same time, he knew he trusted you fully and swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yes, I will tell you. Promise.” You purred at his statement with a glowing smirk. He felt his cock push at his closed sheath, growing with the blood rushing.
A gentle kiss was place between his brows. Vic chirped. Then, you returned to your mission of binding him to your will. He looked so gorgeous like this. It filled you with a power that you loved to taste and feel flowing through your veins. Just like last time. Yet, he wasn’t going to escape this time. Not again. Not on your watch.
You pull a familiar box to your side and dug through it. With a raised thigh, you were able to keep the contents hidden from sight. Vic’tao was strict about not using a blind fold on him. His sight was something he needed, and you respected that.
The corners of your mouth was pulled high as you glanced at the giant out of the side of your eye. Said alien tilted his head and clicked at with questions. “You’ll see soon enough,” you responded and carefully moved closer to him. The items in hand were held behind your back. “Now, I need you to be really good for me. Think you can do that?” It was all teasing him, testing him due to the last time something similar happened. Uihoy made him learn you were in control. You were seeing if that still sticks, if he remembers who’s the boss.
Vic’tao groaned from deep in his chest and bowed his head. His skin was set ablaze, fire running along the scales that covered him. Yet, you didn’t move or touch him. You needed him to answer. A ability he didn’t know if he had that moment.
From the depths of his brain, he mauled over his thoughts before whining. He lifted his head to look at you with raised brows. Like a puppy dog begging for a piece of bacon. You cooed and cupped one of his lower mandibles. “I know sweet boy. But I need you to say that you’ll be good, okay?” you said, voice honeyed and soft in the air. He keened and strained his bindings.
They didn’t fray or make a sound. You smirked widely.
He released a huff of warm air, body relaxing. “I’ll be good,” he grumbled, eyes drifting back to the floor. You couldn’t help the echo of a giggle in the room.
Then, your hands touched him where he needed you the most. The softness of your palms and delicacy of your fingertips had him purring up a needy storm. Until he felt something wet and cool touch his tip. Immediately his eyes he didn’t know were closed shot up to find a silicone ring he’s seen before. You roll it down the length of his cock, over the pulsing knot at his base, to sit snug around the hilt. His body was trembling with buzzing energy. An energy that needed to be used before he burst from these blasted ropes and take you. He purred thicker at the thought and watched you.
“Pauk me,” he groaned and jerked his hips up into your hands. You released your hold on him and stared down at the cock ring nestled perfectly. The vibrator was a nice touch but not one you were going to use on him this time. No, a heavier, high powered one was better than that one.
You twisted your torso and reached back into your box of goodies. A soft pink vibrator was pulled out into the light of day. Vic’tao paused, eyes zeroing in on the newly shown device. Countless times, he’s seen it in action on you.
Never on him.
There was a curious gnat that buzzed in the back of his mind. It poked and prodded with a need to know. A remainder of his youngblood self. He’s felt the one attached to that blasted ring before. Tortured and edged to the brink. And that one was small. It had made little noise, produced little energy in the air. This one. He’s heard before. Thrice the power than the other one.
Trickles of uneasy dribbled into his veins as he eyed the toy. You set it down next to you and rested your hands on his lower mandibles. With a soft tug, you were able to lift his head up to meet his gorgeous striking eyes once more. “Do you want me to touch you some more?” you tease and let a hand slide down to his naked throat. You feel him swallow thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing against your palm.
His spilt tongue darted out to taste the tense air. Almost, his eyes rolled into his head as he scented your arousal. The sight something you read and lightly tapped him. He chuffed at the distraction and strained at the ropes once more. They didn’t give once. He growled and tried to shuffle closer to you.
The peaceful hold on his throat turned threatening. Your nails bit into his flesh, dull but held a promise that had his blood singing. Instinctively, his body froze at the silent command. It was you who was in charge. You made that clear. “Stay,” you ordered and squeezed to further set in stone what the situation was.
Despite his dominate personality, his cock jumped, slapping against his abdomen. The neon green head already leaking with sticky precum. You eyed him, gaze drawn down towards the movement. A gracious lift of your lips had his blood evaporating from his form.
If he believed he had died and gone to Cetanu’s hunting ground before… When he saw you lean down, mouth opening, he truly knew his soul had left him completely. But it wasn’t until your lips surrounded the tip that he knew his fate was sealed.
Your thickly muscled tongue found his slit easily and forged a path with that muscle. His heart stuttered in his chest, barely able to work in these conditions. Vic’tao’s hands clenched into his fists, desperate to saw through the rope. He needed you so badly that you didn’t know. He’s never felt this way before. Not in this way.
A keen broke the quiet of the air. The Yautja above you squirmed once more in his bonds but they held steady, not making a sound of complaint. You continued to lave at the head of his cock with just your tongue sliding between the valley of his slit at the tip. He kept twitching, harshly with a lust you were soon to fulfill.
That’s when you decided to let the palm on his cheek drop down to his balls. Soft fingertips brushed against his tight sac. Unlike your own species, they weren’t fully hung low. The skin was taut but thick, not exposing the most important part of him out to the world. Yet, it was still sensitive.
It sent spikes of pleasure racing up his spine. His whole body shivered and trembled worse than a leaf. You felt them throb and pull up into his pelvis. Vic’tao’s cock pulsing heavily with need just resting in your mouth. There was no other place you wanted to be. Him, on the other hand, wanted to be buried to the hilt inside of you, seed filling your womb and knot sealing all of him inside of you. The perfect place to be.
Compared to other times, he felt ready to come so soon. Yet, something he learned from last session like this, the silicone ring around his base prevented him from coming easily. His cock jumped, slipping from your mouth to slapping with a wet noise against his stomach again. You straightened your back to watch him twitch with his hips thrusting for any kind of friction. The cock ring was working heavily in your favor. You felt pride enter your bloodstream to have already so close with little time.
“Aww, sweet thing. I didn’t know you were so sensitive,” you said with a honeyed tone. Your fingers brush against the underside of his pulsating shaft. Right when they were about to grace his tip, you pulled away and placed a kiss on an upper mandible. The male choked and tried to break his bonds once more.
He was desperate for your touch and you took it away when you were about to touch him where he needed you most. “It’s alright, love. I’m going to take care of you. Be patient though. Can you do that for me?” you taunted and shuffled away from him. Vic’tao attempted to follow you like the lost puppy he is. “Stay.”
Just with one word, he stopped in his tracks. His whole demeanor has changed. His eyes were blown wide, slightly giving him a pathetic look you were eating up. You tapped the area between his mandibles with a finger. “Good boy.”
One of the most woeful whines pierced the quiet air. You raised a brow at him with a question within your eyes. From the edges of your vision, Vic’tao’s long, neon green cock twitched. More precum leaking from the tip and rolling down the length of him. Before it could go to waste, you used a finger to swipe it up and lick it off of your fingers.
Vic’tao felt something shatter inside of him. All thoughts of staying a hint of preserved was lost to the sea that consumed his mind. With all of strength, he pulled and fought against his bonds. Fully.
They did not break. They did not creak. They did not give.
It shocked him out of that state. His gaze snapped up to your smirking features. A glint of pride and courage shined at him. He growled and tried to escape once more. Claws and muscles used against the simple fabric holding him in place. Nothing happened. He was truly stuck. Presented to your will. The realization sunk into his bones, settling far deeper than he wanted.
What he wanted was you. And you were being a damn tease! He could almost cry those salty tears like you at this.
Once more, you scooted close to him and rested a palm on his chest. ”Aww, poor baby. do you want me to take care of it for you?” The other hand came to squeeze at those beautiful thighs of his. Despite whatever dignity was left in his lustful body, he rapidly nodded his head. He swore he heard you purr with delight.
“Alrighty, I’ll let you come. You best be good and listen to when I say to.” Vic’tao chirped and dipped his head again. The words were really going in one ear and out the other. All he knew was the ring was being removed. Then he could come at least on you. Maybe you’ll let him push into you. Any hole. He wasn’t going to complain where.
You petted his thigh before carefully using two hands to slide the ring off of him. It was difficult without hurting him or having to cut the band. His knot had grown to its full size, a sign that told you he so desperately close. With some luck and lube, you were finally able to remove it and place it next to the box.
More precum dribbled down in thicker spurts. A couple of finger swipes prevented those from touching the bedroom’s ground. Vic’tao growled and snarled each time you did so but didn’t come. And you praised him for that.
Now, as you sat back to admire this sweet thing desperate for touch – for your touch, you mauled over what to do next. He deserved his release. Where though? There were so many different options and routes to go.
A part of you wanted to loosen the ropes that tied his hands together behind his back. Then he could bend you over at your command and fuck you with his knot and hard cock. That feels like you were giving control back over to him. You didn’t want that. He was yours to do what you pleased to do with.
Instead, you rested your upper forearms on his thick thighs. Vic’tao’s cock now presented in front of you, gorgeous and leaking. It jumped again, bouncing off of his abdomen once more. “Don’t come until I tell you, okay sweet thing?” you ordered him with hooded eyes.
He swallowed the thick lump in his throat and dipped his head. The smirk on your features wasn’t going away anytime soon. By god, you could eat him up when he’s like this. So handsome, strong, fearless, and sounds like heaven. “Good boy.” You snatched the middle of his cock before he could move away from you. He pulsed like his strong, steady heart in your grasp. “Yeah, you like that.” It was the perfect amount of talking he liked. Just enough to keep him from drifting off to lavish in the pleasure that you gave him.
With your tongue, you pressed it flat against the underside and licked up. Just from that, you could see how much a struggled to stop from coming. Guilt rose up inside of you. You couldn’t let him suffer for much longer like this. It almost broke your heart. He’s been good long enough. He’s been your good Yautja for you. All for you.
“You’ve been so good, Vic’tao. So very good. I want you to come down my throat. Can you do that, love?” The question and words almost completely flew over his head due to what you first said. It had distracted him. But once more, he nodded needily and jerked his hips up at you.
You wrapped your lips softly around the tip and suckled while your tongue played with his underside. With a hand firmly around him, he couldn’t move or accidentally twitch. Not this time. He wasn’t escaping you again. He was yours to consume now.
A choked roar sounded from the back of his throat. He cried out, hands clawing at the ropes without much thought. Vic’tao needed something to hold onto. He needed something to ground himself with. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t.
His hips rocked harshly forward. The hand around him prevented anything bad from happening. That didn’t stop you from taking him as deep as possible the moment before he came undone. He filled your throat completely. With both his cock and thick cum. You swallowed the best you could around, further stroking him and prolonging his orgasm.
The palm around his base felt the ball of flesh that made up his knot harden. A huge gush of cum spurted from his tip, immediately going down your throat. You forced him further into you and felt the familiar bulge form in your throat. A sight he loves to see. Unfortunately, this position didn’t offer that to him.
Vibrations from a groan raced up his length. He gasped, muscles bulging with all of he’s worth. This orgasm kept going and going and going. You were milking him dry with just your mouth and hand alone. Then, you looked up at him through your lashes.
He felt himself snap again. But there was nothing he could do besides sit and endure your torture. Until these ropes were removed.
Your lips were pushed against his knot, unable to take anymore. An even suction was kept on him and pulled as much cum from as possible. Your eyes stayed locked with his, unable to look away. You felt him twitch deep in your throat.
That’s when you finally felt the burn of your lungs calling for oxygen. All good things must come to an end. You pull off of him with a loud ‘pop!’ and gasp for needed air. Pants filled the tense atmosphere, both from Vic’tao and yourself. Yet, your eyes never left him as you straightened your back and wiped the dribble off from your chin. When you shifted on your knees, they brushed against the forgotten vibrator. Well, there’s always next time.
Both of your hands cupped at his cheeks as you smiled softly. You licked at your lips before speaking. “You did so well for me. How do you feel? The ropes aren’t hurting you, are they?” It was your turn to care for him. He was yours to care for in the aftermath.
Vic’tao grunted to clear his throat. “Off,” is all he rasps. Concern filled your veins to the brim, overflowing into your body. In matter of seconds, you were racing to pull at the ropes that kept him tied up. Quickly, they were loosened until they fell off of him.
He pounced.
His heavily, lean body shoved you back and hovered over you. Some of his weight resting on you and kept you between a rock and a hard place with nowhere else to go. His face buried into the crook of your neck, tongue lavishing against the sweat building up there. A groan rumbled through his chest.
Now that he was free, he humped his hips against your mound, unable to slip in. A pathetic whine escaped him. “Please.” It had hit you. He’s still in his sub mindset, despite the ropes now removed from his body. A grin grew on your face. All worries before were wiped away. But it fell away as you put a honeyed expression on.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” you spoke calmly and ran your hand over one of his upper mandibles. You reached between your two bodies and grasped at him. Vic’tao hissed, eyes clenched shut. With that hold on him, you guided him to where he needed to be. At the feel of you, he thrusted forward, almost entering you. But the slick and cum that coated had him slipping away.
Vic’tao growled with sexual frustration that ended with a whine. “I know, love. It’ll be okay. You can use me.” At your words, he left himself finally enter you with a breathy moan. “Yeah that’s it,” you groaned with him, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
And the rest was history. Sticky, wet, exhausted history.
#yautja#predator#yautja x reader#yautja x you#alien vs predator#predator x reader#yautja x human#predator x you#predator x human#x reader#predator smut#alien smut#yautja smut
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What would happen if Darling showed a little jealousy towards the girls who flirt with Ezra?
Oh my goodness! i am so sorry covid kicked my butt and i’m still not better lol, but anonie ily, idk if you’re the same nonnie that’s been sending all or at least most of the ezra asks, but i am working on them all!!! i promise i just haven’t even touched this app in DAYS. T.T
anyway, Minors DNI as always 🥰 plz and ty
CW: GN/READER, no body or genitalia descriptions for reader (other than hole lol), kissing, biting, sex in whatever hole you have luv u bb, creampie, indecent exposure, public sex, ditching the body type beat
Status: Not Dating (but close to it)
You stab your pencil into the knot in the wood of your table. It’s so hard to listen to your professor next to Ezra. Today’s a little different though…
“Ezraaaaa~” a gorgeous peer touches his arm, and fawns over him. He’s watching you with some weirdly satisfied expression on his face. You roll your eyes at him. He chuckles back and your brows furrow ferociously. What? did he just— “When are you gonna come back over? we’re having a party this weekend…”
Now a few guys are walking up and one of them pushes another forward, He sputters for a sec before speaking up “H-hey Ezra! um, wanna go out this weekend again?”
“Oh my gods, can I please just focus!? leave him alone! the professor is literally speaking!” The pencil snaps, half of it stuck graphite first in that same wooden knot. It’s been ground a little deeper than it was earlier.
“Ew. You can always—” The gorgeous one starts, before Ezra cuts her off.
“Nah they’re right. This is boring as shit.” He leans over to your ear, “‘sides, I like you mad,” He’s wearing a beaming grin as he pulls back.
He grabs you by the waist and pulls you outside, the professor doesn’t spare either of you a glance.
As soon as you’re out in the hallway, his raw strength is forcefully slamming you into the lockers, rattling the metal doors.
“Ezra??” You never see him this passionate or nice? Sure he’s still rough, but he isn’t hurting you.
He lifts your legs and wraps them around his waist. “Owch,” One of the latches is digging in your back, you laugh a little “sorry, my back”
He moves you both down an inch or two, his lips crashing onto yours before he pulls away to take in the sight of you.
“Why do you make me feel this way…?” It’s like he didn’t mean to say that… You feel like you’ve seen something you almost… Shouldn’t have? You look down and away. “No. Look at me.” He pulls you back roughly with his hand on your jaw.
“Fuck, Ezra…. I don’t know… Maybe you shouldn’t” You choose your next words as carefully as you can. “have been so mean. Prolly feelin guilty or somethin’”
“That too.” His lips assault your neck now, teeth biting and air puffing against you. Your body is a whirlwind of sensation.
“too?”
He either doesn’t hear you or just doesn’t answer.
Your arms are locked around his neck but your fingers tingle with yearning. Youdecide to trust him with your weight and let go in favor of tracing his muscled arms. You both sigh into eachother. The Ozone and forest scent of him comes through and fill your senses once again.
Even the smell of smoke is starting to welcome you back. You don’t let yourself think twice. You deserve some feel good sex after everything he’s done to you. He owes you. “Yeah.”
“What?” He pulls back with glistening lips to inspect you his expression quizzical but still smiling.
“You owe me. a lot. actually.”
“Oh? hah! fine whatever. now open up.”
You push your crotch against his bulge harder, “I have been, just waiting for you.”
“Fuck, good” He pats your head affectionately. His hand falls down your face almost… Lovingly.
You try and shove those fluttery feelings down. This is Ezra after all.
Once inside he’s bouncing you desperately on his thick pulsing cock. His hands are wrapped around your throat getting you so close to blacking out it hurts. You try to tap out but he continues pounding furiously into you.
You deliciously sloppy hole stretches around his width perfectly. His grunts fill your fading and popping hearing.
“F-f-ff” you can’t speak at all. Finally you feel him shuddering and filling you with his thick streaming cum.
He drops you.
You slump unceremoniously down onto the smooth waxed floor. Cum leaks out of your still exposed hole.
You have to catch your breath, and while you are indisposed you see the flash of Ezra’s phone camera. Then he leaves you there. His walk a satisfied swagger down the hall away from the classroom and toward the front doors.
Asshole.
#cookie speaks#my oc#yandere#oc x reader#oc x you#yandere x reader#yandere x you#tw yandere#yandere oc#yandere male#yandere bully#bully oc#yandere bully oc#yandere bully x reader#bully x victim#bully x reader#dead dove do not eat
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Jungkook
𝐄𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Warm Eyes
Every year, he joins the old tradition of traveling, where his ancestors have once ruled the skies. Every year, he meets familiar faces and new ones he's never seen before. Every year, he watches how his brothers find their mates, build their families, and introduce new generations to stories as old as time. But this year, something might be different. This year, there's you - a treasure worth more than he could ever offer.
Tags/Warnings: Dragon!Jungkook, strangers to lovers/mates, mentions of folklore and traditions, modern fantasy, romance, human?Reader, Fluff, Courting, MC kinda wary of kook at first, but he's cute give him a chance pls
Additional Chapter Warnings: fluff
Length: Short (because tumblr eats long drafts these days)
A/N: no one's asking for drabbles so I'll make my own and force feed you until you'll like this AU
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Every year, you look forward to this festival time.
Not because you're very social, but more so, because it's a time where you can finally act the way your inner dragonblood wants you to, without being judged for it. Just like right now, as you're lying on your back in the woods, wind occasionally blowing through the tall tree crowns above, birds filling the silence while the small stream of water nearby adds to the scenery around you. It's what you crave the entire year around- this moment of absolute comfort, simply existing without the pressure to make the most out of your time.
You can hear footsteps at some point, and as the wind turns, you immediately catch the scent of the one dragonkin currently trying to win you over in the span of time you're both spending here for the festival. "Is this your attempt at hunting me down?" You giggle to yourself, though you do snap up into a halfway sitting position when he's suddenly speaking right into your ear.
"I wasn't even remotely trying." He chuckles, especially at your clear look of shock for a second.
"…whatever." You mumble, sitting up next to him now, legs pulled close as you watch him sit down properly next to you as well. "Do they need me at camp?" You ask, but he shakes his head.
"No, I was just wondering where you were when I couldn't find you at breakfast this morning." He shrugs. "So I went out to find you."
"Stalking me now then?" You glare at him, and he laughs.
"I'd call it 'making sure my potential future mate is okay' but, you can call it whatever you want." The dragonkin smiles, catching you off guard yet again as you hide a little so he won't see you flush in shyness, before simply laying back down onto your blanket. And by peeking through your eyes after a short while of silence, you can see him still sitting right next to you- hands resting in the grass, arms holding up his body as he calmly watches his surroundings ahead, wind sometimes blowing his curls around. You watch how he has to move them out of his face every now and then, and can't help but snicker a bit to yourself at the sight.
And he just smiles as well, as he watches you sit up.
"Turn around." You tell him softly, and much to your surprise, he easily does just as told without even so much as asking to why you'd request that from hjm. It shows how much he already puts his trust in you, even if it's just small things like this.
You've never actually touched Jungkook up until this point. Not really, at least. His hair is thick but surprisingly soft as you collect parts of it hands careful at not tying it too tightly to hurt- only to somewhat help with it falling into his eyes all the time. "Thanks." He smiles as he turns back around. "It's never been so long before.. so I still forget a hairtie from time to time." He chats, and you shrug, as you lie back down, though now on your side to better look at him.
"That's fine." You shrug. "I always have one on me." You tell him- and the implication of it makes him unable to hide his grin, considering he's been noticing those small steps towards him from time to time now. You're slowly starting to show your interest in him, step by step involving yourself more and more into the whole process of getting to know him better it seems like.
And its fueling his determination.
"Did you plan on taking a nap out here?" He asks, and you nod, before you scoot a bit on your blanket, making room for him. It's a silent invitation to something much more than just for him to lay down next to you.
There's a saying amongst dragons, that those who fall asleep together will meet in dreams as well. And dreams of dragons all hold meaning- though most of those things have been somewhat lost to time at this point.
Jungkook seems to have trouble though, the small ponytail you'd tied of his hair pressing into the back of his head uncomfortably. "Just take it out if it bothers you." You giggle, watching him struggle.
"But.. you did it." He almost whines. "I don't want to take it out."
"I can tie it up again later." You roll your eyes, pulling the hairtie out of his hair. "Just remind me, and I'll do it again."
"Whenever I like?" He asks, cheekily hopeful as he looks at you next to him.
"Hm, sure." You shrug, before you close your eyes, and boldly turn to your side, hand on his chest as if to be connected to him in your sleep.
And so he holds your hand over his chest in his own during his sleep as well, as you both meet in dreams where you fly above the clouds.
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gray raven x gn!reader
request: can i request a found family comfort for the grey raven trio where reader/their newly assigned commandant is practically a kid—basically regarded as a 'prodigy' (not really reader was just raised specifically to be a commandant). at first reader seems almost disturbingly professional & rational to a fault, but then one day before a mission they found reader crying because reader was afraid & they were like. "nah man we're giving you a happy childhood" and discovers reader has horrible self-esteem issues. constantly blame themselves for stuff going wrong sometimes even if it clearly wasn't their fault. BASICALLY GREY RAVEN TRIO AS READER'S OLDER SIBLING FIGURES, TAKES CARE OF THEM, HELP THEM THROUGH THEIR ISSUES & TRY TO MAKE HAPPY MEMORIES W THE READER. ty & sorry for the long req oml 😭 — ⚖️
a/n -> YES ABSOLUTELY. Oh my god I’ve been aching and itching and desperate to write something for pgr after hyperreal came out on global I LOVE YOU. Slight spoilers about about the battle in kowloong but my memory of its kinda fuzzy sorry. also this is pre empyrea and hyperreal. NEWAYS darker fics coming up soon dw whoever sees this
wc -> 2.3k
cw -> a bit of self doubt from reader but nothing too heavy
Nearly everyone in Babylonia knew that you were, unarguably, one of the best commandants of their time. You were rational, effective, strong, and intelligent—everything needed in a leader. At a very early age, you could even be considered on par with the Egret commandant, Vanessa.
It was like a breath of fresh air for Lee, Liv, and Lucia, too. Their previous commandant had been one incompetent mess, to put it kindly. They were hardly able to submit their paperwork on time and often made one too many mistakes down on the surface, which inevitably led to their discharge.
You, however, were better in so many ways. You could keep up with the stacks of paper (which, honestly, the three thought was a bit much for a human), maintain a rational mind under pressure, and even utilize the potential they had during battle. Their growth had been evident to them and to many others, which is why when Liv hears you sobbing in your office, she isn’t sure what to do.
She’s well versed in the many different ways to console a crying child given her previous profession as a nurse, but she wasn’t sure how to apply her abilities to you. She readjusts her audio module after having increased it when she heard the faintest sound of a cry, quietly making her way towards the door that led to your office. She stopped in front it, a frown making its way on her face. She wasn’t sure how to handle this, but she knew she had to try.
“Commandant?” She softly knocked on the firm wooden door, listening intently to the sudden gasp that came from your lips and the urgent rustling of paper. “Are you okay?”
There was a pause, likely to recollect yourself and steel your voice. “Yes, Liv.” But she could hear it all—the shakiness, the faint sniffle, your raw voice. Although, there was one that deeply concerned her. She could hear the fear in your tone. Fear of what? She had only ever known you to be strong and brave; though, everyone had their breaking point.
She pursed her lips, tracing mindless patterns on the door before gathering the courage to speak again. “May I come inside? I would appreciate it if… if you could tell me why you’re so upset.”
“I’m not upset,” you countered quickly, even when you knew it wasn’t convincing for either of you.
“Please, commandant…” she pleaded, furrowing her eyebrows worriedly. She wasn’t about to leave you here when she knows she can do something about your tears. “I know you may not be comfortable sharing how you feel, but I would like you to trust me when I say that bottling up your emotions will only serve to hurt you. I know this, now. You taught me the importance of trusting one another, so, please, commandant. Can you trust me?”
There was a moment of silence before you shuffled over to open the door. Your eyes were rimmed red and you kept sniffling every so often, but Liv didn’t watch you with pity nor disdain. Her expression was free of judgement, and you seemed to recognize it when you relaxed the slightest bit.
“If you’re comfortable, could you tell me what’s bothering you?” She questioned softly, watching out for any signs of discomfort.
You pursed your lips, absentmindedly tapping a tune on the doorframe. It wasn’t that you wanted to shut your teammates out, you just couldn’t help but believe that you weren’t allowed to talk about your emotions ever since you began training to become a commandant when you were young. That was one of the main things your parents drilled into you: leading an elite squad had no time for how you felt.
So, you could only offer Liv a noncommittal shrug, slightly surprising her. She’s always known you to be decisive and often strayed away from gestures like that.
“It’s… what if… I’m just worried about tomorrow,” you finally admitted, averting your gaze. You fidgeted a little under your construct’s gaze, even if it was comforting. “What if something goes wrong, and I can’t do anything to fix it? Like… like last time, when Lucia had to switch to her Plume frame after Kowloong.”
A look of understanding crossed Liv’s face. You were afraid of not being enough. Of thinking that you could’ve done something better. She knew she was like that, and so was everyone else, most likely.
“I understand,” she said, noticing the way you perked up at her words. “I also have had countless experiences thinking that I could’ve done more, or that I should’ve done something different. But I would like you to acknowledge that what Lucia did in Kowloong was not your fault. She did what she had to as a soldier and our captain.”
You shook your head, looking down at your gloved hand. Underneath the fabric rests a scar that cuts horizontally along your palm. “But you’re a construct, Liv. It’s easy to say that since you’re so much stronger than I am. What if I’m just weak? What if you and the others are just slowing down to match my pace?”
Liv furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to retort when another voice beat her to it.
“We were humans, too, you know,” the voice said, and instantly you recognized it to be Lee’s. The two of you watched as he and Lucia made their way in the lounge.
“Yes, commandant,” Lucia nodded in agreement, quickly finding her place beside Liv.
You cringed a little, suddenly finding all the attention embarrassing. “How much did you hear?”
“Enough to figure out what was going on,” Lee replied nonchalantly, but with the way he always bore a flat expression, it was hard to tell if he was secretly scrutinizing you or not. “There’s nothing to worry about tomorrow. It’s just standard procedure.”
You frowned at his words, beginning to wonder if you were just overthinking it all again. Lucia seemed to notice as she watched you closely. Nothing seemed to go past her eyes. “Is there something else that’s bothering you, commandant?”
“I’m just worried, I guess,” you tried to shrug it off, fighting off the growing urge to fidget. There was a beat of silence before Lucia spoke up with an eager smile on her face.
"Then, why don't we go out for a while?" She suggested, taking a peek over your shoulder towards the pile of paperwork still stationed on your desk. "It's been a while since all four of us got to hang out together."
"Yes, that's a great idea," Liv visibly brightened, glancing at her friend before returning her gaze back to you. "What do you say, commandant?"
This was the first time in a while you were unable to produce a decision on the spot. But as your eyes flitted onto the expectant expressions of your companions (minus Lee, of course), you could feel yourself gradually being swayed by Lucia's words.
"Uh... Sure. We can go out for a while," you finally relented, earning bright smiles from the two girls before they led you out of the Gray Raven lounge and through the winding corridors that led outside the building. You noticed a few lingering gazes upon you when you walked past, pursing your lips when you saw theirs move in unintelligible whispers.
"They're jealous of how you're younger than them but capable of achieving more," Lee suddenly said from beside you, not bothering to bat an eye when you looked at him. You opened your mouth to reply when he ultimately beat you to it. "No, I'm not saying it just because."
You nodded slowly, unable to fight the faint smile creeping on your face. It made you feel a foreign yet welcoming warmth knowing that he wasn't normally the type to do such a thing like raise his audio modules just to eavesdrop, and yet he did it anyway. He quickly noticed your smile as a blush colored his pale cheeks pink, so you mercifully looked away before he could start complaining about his heat dispersal system "malfunctioning" again.
You winced when you finally made your way out of the building, the artificial lights mimicking daytime on Earth briefly blinding you. You don't remember the last time you went outside just for a leisurely stroll, honestly. Sure, you've been out to visit the gun range or when you needed to depart for a mission, but never really taken in the sights since you were young.
"Where should we go first?" Liv questioned, humming a gentle tune as she looked around for something to do. Everything in Babylonia was limited due to its launch as an incomplete colony ship during the Golden Age, so there weren't any things like public aquariums or gardens. Many plants were used for study in laboratories and preservation just in case they could be replanted on Earth again.
"Why don't we get ice cream? I remember seeing a stand not too long ago," Lucia suggested, glancing at her teammates for approval. You felt a little strange going to an ice cream stand as a grown person who trained all their life to be a soldier, but you couldn't resist upon seeing the expectant gazes of your fellow comrades.
"Uh, sure. That sounds nice," you agreed, albeit a little awkwardly.
"Oh, but commandant," Liv began worriedly as she quickly looked you up and down. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary—you appeared just as put together as always. But now that she knows more of you, she can't help but fuss over your well-being. "I don't remember the last time you ate or what it was. Maybe you should eat something first?"
You gave a nonchalant wave of your hand in dismissal, wordlessly urging her to not worry so much. Not that it'd ever work. "It's okay, Liv. I ate today. There's nothing to be concerned about."
She studied you for a moment longer before letting it go with a defeated sigh. But she wasn't genuinely upset now that she was able to see you in a way that didn't involve violence or dire situations. Continuing on, you could see the stand growing closer, noticing a few other people surrounding it. They were mostly children, with only a few parents watching over them.
Suddenly, one of them seemed to recognize who you were and came running in your direction with a wide grin. She was a little girl who couldn't have been older than ten, with messy, brown hair pulled into two droopy pigtails. "You're that person! The hero!" She cheered, nearly barreling straight into your legs. You steadied her with a firm hand, surprised when she abruptly raised her arm to request an autograph.
"Please?! You're so cool going wham! and bang! against all those bad guys on the surface! I wanna be just like you when I grow up!" She spoke so fast it was nearly impossible to keep up, but you made an effort to nod along with her words. "Super awesome and brave!"
"You haven't even..." You trailed off, wondering what she was told to believe that was solely what you did. Sure, there were a lot of Corrupted lingering around that you and your team disposed of, but there were others who did the exact same thing you did. But seeing this girl's excited grin and awestruck eyes stopped you from finishing your sentence. "Thanks, kid. It means a lot knowing that someone like you looks up to me."
You looked around for something to write with when Liv offered you a pen. You took it with a grateful nod before grabbing a spare paper from your pocket, not wanting to anger her parents by writing on her skin. She squealed and waved the paper around like a flag, staring at it like it was the greatest thing in the world. She repeated several thank you's before running off to her parents, leaving you back to your own devices.
You chuckled lightly, watching her before looking back at Liv. Your eyes widened in surprise when you turned a few times as you realized that Lucia and Lee weren't near you.
"Here, commandant!" Lucia said not a moment later, suddenly appearing behind you. She had an ice cream cone in her hand, holding it out to you. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was your favorite flavor. You carefully took it, giving curious glances towards the three.
"Oh, Lee picked out the flavor," Lucia informed, oblivious to the way the man tensed when his name was mentioned. "He noticed you had an interest in flavors similar to it.''
Lee's eyebrows furrowed as his lips dipped downwards into a frown, but there was no mistaking the embarrassed blush coating his cheeks once again. "There's nothing wrong with knowing my commandant's habits for optimal results and future developments."
Liv giggled quietly beneath her hand but decided not to comment on it.
"I hope you like it, commandant," Lucia continued on, eager to know your opinion on the treat.
"He'd be right," you said as you offered her a brief, grateful smile before beginning to eat your ice cream. "And, by the way, you can... you can call me by my name. If you want."
Lucia brightened, walking by your side as you all walked around aimlessly. "[Name]. [Name]! [Name]... [Name]," she repeated in various different tones, trying out how it'd feel to have your name on her tongue.
This time, it was your turn to turn away in embarrassment, futilely trying to hide behind your ice cream. "Don't wear it down all in one day."
"It's a very nice name," Liv laughed lightly at her friend's antics, taking part in teasing you just this once. Although, as she watched you, she couldn’t help but sadden just the slightest bit. Your features hadn’t yet fully matured, resembling that of a teenager just recently entering adulthood. She disliked how someone so young had to be forced into a world such as this, but all she could do was fight and hope that none others would be subject to the same fate in the future.
You just shook your head in exasperation, leisurely strolling forward. Being around your teammates—rather, your friends—like this sent a warmth through your body that only served to rekindle your determination to succeed on days like tomorrow just to have more times like these. It was a comforting feeling. But you could only hope that fate would be kind.
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