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atl4ntxc · 1 year

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𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

protecting your boyfriend from being talked bad by random students. how does he react when he finds out?

RIDDLE ROSEHEART

“housewarden riddle is such a stuck-up. all he does is scream at us for not obeying the ridiculous amount of rules that the queen of hearts made!” you stopped walking and continued to hear into their conversation.

“if i was the queen, i'd definitely have him as my lap-dog! it would be so satisfying to look at his face that would be pleading for my forgiveness.” another student added, laughing at the comment that his friend made. you clenched your fists and side-eyed them from a far, the atmosphere suddenly growing tense.

you could feel your blood boiling as they continued to slander riddle's name. then, you waited until they walked in front of your figure. putting your hand on the student that called riddle a lap-dog, he turned around to be met by a fist.

“w-what the hell?!”

“what's your problem, dude?!”

“haven't punched someone for so long. feels good, doesn't it?” you cracked your knuckles and glared at them. “i may be magicless, but that doesn't mean i'm weak.” slowly walking towards the student that was on the floor, he backed away before being pulled by the hair by you. “talk about him like that again and i'll make sure that you won't only leave with a bruised cheek.”

at the end of the day, you were met with an outrageous riddle that walked his way towards you. “rose, why would you commit such heinous acts? you could've been hurt and i wouldn't of known until later on!” he scolded, inspected your hands and face for any cuts or forming bruises.

you stared at him and chuckled, “i couldn't stay quiet when i hear my lover's name get played like some dog's chew toy, could i?” riddle still had his eyebrows furrowed when he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. he looked away and kept quiet before speaking up.

“i appreciate it, my rose. next time, just— just don't act as violently as you did.”

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

to him, it wasn't unusual to hear people talk behind his back.

he was the second born after all, and is always compared to farena. it’s not like he cared, he was used to it anyway. to him, no matter how hard he tries, nobody would change the views that they have on him anyway. he was shocked to hear that his herbivore got into a fight under his name, and rushed towards the infirmary to see you.

“herbivore, what were you thinking?” he gently cupped your face, worriedly looking into your eyes. “they were talking bad about you, leona. i'm not the type to stay quiet whenever i hear people i care about get insulted.” you smiled and showed him your fist that was wrapped up in bandages, making his attention go to your fists instead of your face.

“plus, i only bruised my knuckles and gained a few cuts here and there. they're all in the same area though, so i'll be fine. you should worry about the others.” he could see that you were amused with yourself, making leona sigh and softly growled, “what did you do, anyway?” you closed your eyes and grinned, “i only punched them both in their jaw. nothing too serious! only one of them got a dislocated jaw.” leona can't help but let out an amused laugh, proud of you.

“i'm glad that you're not hurt, herbivore. i'm proud of you for winning the fight, but don't injure yourself for me. now move over, i want to sleep.”

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

usually, he'd have the leech twins take care of people who talked bad about him. but today was different, because this time it involved you.

“hey boss! you have to guess what shrimpy did today!” floyd opened azul's door with a loud bang, his sharp teeth showing in his smile. azul's head snapped up once he heard your name, well... ‘shrimpy’, curious to what floyd had to say. “what happened to the prefect?”

jade, who was behind floyd, chuckled and brought a gloved hand under his chin, a sadistic smile present on his face. “they punched a student for talking bad about you.” floyd whined and looked at jade with an offended look, as if jade insulted him. azul looked at the twins in horror and quickly stood up, his chair falling to the floor. “what?!”

floyd grumbled and stared boredly at azul. “shrimpy beat up a guy for you, boss. you should thank shrimpy for their kind acts, you know! they let me squeeze that guy too~” azul could only turn his head towards a now grinning floyd, annoyed. “where are they now?” jade laughed and pointed towards a vacant table at monstro lounge, who had only one customer attending at said table.

azul rushed and quickly went to the table to see you with your phone out. “dear, are you hurt?” he grabbed your hand and checked for any present or forming injuries, making you gently smile at him. “not at all.”

“please leave all the violent stuff to the leech twins. i wouldn't want you getting hurt because of me.”

KALIM AL-ASIM

why would anyone talk bad about kalim? it was clear to you that the reason that this student talked bad about kalim was because of one reason, envy.

kalim is a sweetheart. but each person, no matter how loved they are, there will always be one person that dislikes them— no matter how kind they are. they would highlight the bad doings of the person they are envious of, instead of their rights.

“kalim is too naive for his own good. he’d be quite easy to manipulate, don’t you think?” you kept quiet as you walked beside the student that decided to change the topic from something irrelevant to kalim; who was your boyfriend. “i mean, if i told him to go against a wild and rabid dog, he’d probably say that every dog is nice and try to approach it!” he laughed.

is he serious? talking about your boyfriend when every single student of nrc knows of how protective you could be of kalim. “don’t talk about kalim like that.” you quietly spoke, glaring at him from the corner of your eye. “you’d rather side your boyfriend than side by your friend?” he asked, grabbing onto your wrist.

“we were never friends to begin with. who even are you?” you scoffed, harshly pulling your wrist away from him. “keep your hands to yourself— i don’t need your filth.” your voice sounded sharp, making the student sweatdrop. turning your figure around, your eyes spotted kalim in the distance— who was making his way to you. “next time, learn how to keep your mouth shut.”

you told what happened to kalim, and he could only sweatdrop and smile nervously at you.

“are you okay though? i wouldn’t want you to get insulted as well :(”

VIL SCHOENHEIT

vil knew that some didn’t like him. but does he care? no. he’s a model, a famous and widely known model across twisted wonderland. everyone knows that when you get into modelling, you would have haters and fans.

“vil thinks he’s all that when really, he isn’t. could you imagine being so obsessed with beauty that you force other people to follow your routine?” a student said, catching your eye. you could agree, vil does tend to be strict about beauty but that student doesn’t need to describe him like that. “strip away his beauty and let’s see how he reacts.” the student laughed along with their friend, slapping his friend’s shoulder in the process.

“i bet he’s worth nothing if he didn’t have beauty. people wouldn’t even look at him!”

vil rushed to the scene, shocked to see his potato in a quarell. out of all people in nrc, he couldn’t imagine his sweet potato getting into a fight with... his own dorm members? “potato! what is the meaning of this?” you looked at vil to see his worried face (and obviously graying hair that is bcs of you), and glared at the student from the corner of your eye that was holding his stinging cheek. “they slapped me! i didn’t do anything!”

“you couldn’t control your mouth, could you? and the same was for me, i couldn’t control my actions.” vil furrowed his eyebrows and looked between you and the student, slowly regaining information of what was happening. “so it all started because of you?” vil scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, squinting his eyes at his dorm member. “i am greatly disappointed. i will require a full fledged explanation from you at the dorm. don’t think that you will get away without punishment.”

the student let out a huff of breath and closed his eyes in surrender, “yes, housewarden...” vil now turns to you, “and you, potato, i want an explanation too.” you looked at him and nodded, knowing he wouldn’t do anything anyway.

“so that’s what happened... potato, i appreciate the concern— but putting yourself in potential danger is irresponsible. i would say that ignoring them is better— but i will never understand your ways.”

IDIA SHROUD

idia wasn’t a social person at all. only God knows how he pulled you, because surely nobody does. it was clear to everyone that no matter how cold you could be, he was your one weak spot.

“that ignihyde housewarden? idia, yeah— he’s such a freak.. how did he manage to date the ramshackle prefect anyway? is the prefect blind or just stupid?” now, insulting you was one thing, but insulting your boyfriend?.. that’s too far, even for you. idia wasn’t a freak, he was just less sociable than others. what he said made your blood boil, and it raised your temper to the core.

you kicked the back of the student’s knee and made him kneel, a shadow resting on your face. your hand moved over to grab him harshly by the hair, forcing him to look at you in the eye. “not only did you insult me, you insulted idia as well. you think you’re higher than me just because you have magic?” the way that venom dripped down your voice made the student in front of you quiver in nervousness, his eyes glinting in fear. “prefect! what do you think you're doing?! to the headmaster's office!”

you turned your head to look at the source of the voice to find Crewel with his hands on his hips. scoffing, you let go of the student and found strands of hair on your palm. it disgusted you, making you immediately remove the strands. “i'm sure you would love to know the full story, sir.” your eyes moved to look at the student that gulped, making crewel raise his eyebrows. “both of you, headmaster's office. now.” your lips curled into a thin smile.

“it was just detention for a month, idia.” staring at idia, who had his eyes wide open. he knew of your violent behaviour from ortho, and rechecked the security cameras to make sure it was you. “s-still! what if you got hurt because of me?” idia quietly voiced out, concern visible on his face. he looked quite adorable, making you laugh out a little. “don't be silly. it'll be worth it in the end, won't it?”

“im used to being called a freak... you don't need to endanger yourself for me,”

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus was quite sensitive to the topic of relationships, mostly platonically. so, this person knew what to rub into the wound of malleus, making you scowl.

“nobody actually likes malleus, that's why he is never invited to any gatherings!” your eyes squinted to glare at the student in front of you, who was laughing. the student stopped laughing to huff out a “you don't actually like— 'love' him do you?” , making a vein of yours pop. this guy was truly getting on your nerves. is he asking for a deathwish?

“i'd prefer it if you avoid talking about my personal feelings for others—” the student jabbed you with his index finger at your chest and scoffed in your face, making you grumble in silent anger. “wait, don't tell me you've actually fallen for that dragon?” he retreated his finger and huffed out a laugh. “hah, that's quite pathetic!”

you grabbed his wrist. “what the— let go!” the hold you had on the student's wrist made him whimper in pain, begging you to let go. “speak of malleus like that again and i'll break your wrist.” you tightened the grip making the student's eyes water, before releasing his wrist and turning around to face the opposite side.

“child of man, i heard that a student was injured because of you. did he provoke you?” malleus questions, curiousity written on his face. your eyes moved from his hands to his face, letting a gentle smile decorate your features before answering his question with a soft tone. “tsunataro, he was being disrespectful. i couldn't of stood silent as your name get slandered, could i?” he smiles.

“oh, how lucky i am to meet you. you are too precious, child of man.. but don't risk your safety for me.”

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bangchanisinmymind · 10 months

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Ok but. Horny chan but he doesn't have a gf and he doesn't feel like finding some rando so he's thinking about his female friends if one would eventually help him out and you happen to be the first to reply to his message

Ohhh thank you for the request and for awaiting; about the other requests I'll try to write all of them today :) masterlist

[12:55 am]

pairing; bangchan x fem.reader

he didn't feel like hooking up with someone at the bar and touching himself was not even an option; it wouldn't satisfy him. at the end of the day, the social butterfly he is, he could just ask one of his female friends. hesitant at first but took his phone and started searching for the most suitable one to help him. he was still searching after a couple of minutes when you called him to ask if he had eaten yet or you should go there to eat together.

the perfect chance he thought, she's the best for this, he thought. he always thought you were pretty but he wasn't ready for commitment. your small conversation ended with you promising it wouldn't take more than 5 minutes for you to be over. your sweet voice making his cock twitch in his pants calling him to do something about it but he just had to wait patently for you. he didn't realise he had another problem, he had to ask you.

five minutes passed and as promised, you were in front of his door knocking. excitedly he stood up unlocking and opening the door, welcoming you inside. "hey" he nervously trying to find the right moment to ask such a thing from his friend.

"channie hiii I missed you so much" you said hugging him, happy to see your friend again. his erection growing harder to your accidental touch. confused at the uncommon feeling on your hips, you looked down only to see his cock stretching his shorts.

"iㅡ i missed you too" his cheeks burning red "i was wondering- if you could- you know- maybe- help me?"

"what about ourㅡ our friendship?" you muttered looking up to his eyes breaking the hug. "can we talk about it later?" he said coming closer to you "i guess so" you said closing the gap between your lips. surprised by your sudden actions but excited -he always wanted to do this- he hugged your waist and you tangled your hands around his neck bringing him closer.

your folds got stickier every second, now you needed him too. "channie can we go inside?" you asked softly breaking the kiss and he nodded brushing your hair with his long finders. "yeah let's go" he kissed your forehead guiding you to his bedroom.

he closed the door and you were already pulling up your shirt revealing your white bra and sitting on his bed. "you're sure right? it's okay if you want to stop now" he said kneeling in front of you cupping your cheeks "of course i am, when I said you can lean on me for everything I meant it." you smiled "okay then *kiss*"

your legs now on his shoulders, his arms trailing your back, your hands on his hair, your body towering over him. each of you exploring the others body with desire and passion. taking his shirt off, breaking the kiss, you met his gaze; filled with lust. his fingers tracing your inner thigh travelling to your clothed crotch caressing it.

you moved your hips upwards to pull out your pants along with your panties. his stare hungrily moved to every inch of your bare body before he started sucking on your neck forcing out your weak moans.

he pushed you up to rest your head on his pillow while he kicked his pants off the bed; still sucking on your neck. his lips moved to your chest undoing your bra licking your nipples. "you're so pretty you know that?" he breathed out

needy whines and muffled moans escaped your parted lips. "please channie" your eyes shut, groaning after feeling his lips on you. "you want me to please you? is that right babygirl? is that what you want?" he chuckled caressing your sides.

"mhm" you let out whinning returning your gaze on his. "just relax okay? I'll make you feel good babe, I'm gonna make you feel so good" he whispered in your ear making you shiver and nod your head in agreement.

your nails running along his tensed back muscles, his plump lips once again going down, from you neck to your chest, from your chest to your stomach. "don't tease" you cried out, your cunt aching and your arousal pooling between your thighs.

locking eyes with you leaving a few curses leave his mouth. he stood up removing his boxers and layed next to you "come and ride me then" he said and you obeyed.

you placed your legs on each side of his hips, his hands on your waist rubbing small circles on your skin encouraging you to sit on his huge leaking dick, and you did. your knees weakened pushing forward until you fitted the whole of him in your tiny hole. both of your cries filling the room.

tiptoeing and knees up you placed your hands on his thighs and stared rolling your hips. the sight in front of him was majestic; your cunt swallowing his thick cock, your tits jiggling and the beautiful expressions you made; all in front of him and for him.

his fingertips caressing your naked body as you tried to reach your high. "so-so close" you practically screamed. without a word he turned you around, pressed your back on the mattress, his hands on the bed head as he continued plumbing in and out of you.

your liquids spilling already but it didn't stop him. your body went numb as he chased his own orgasm, which he did after a couple of minutes, collapsing on the top of you.

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babyjakes · 5 months

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did something bad.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | interrogation + weapon play

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | ddlg dynamic. lloyd is soft and a little dark; dub-con to be safe (reader is scared but knows she's safe.) restraints. reader gets fucked with lloyd's unloaded gun as a punishment (+ me knowing nothing about guns.) crying kink. dumbification. mocking/degredation. name-calling (reader is called a slut once.) orgasm delay. softer nicer lloyd at the end. reader gets to come.

word count | 1,333

an | this one's dedicated to the sweetest, most wonderful angel in the whole entire world, lloyd's precious girl amalia @stargirlfics 💕🫶✨ hope you like this little story with a soft dark-ish lloyd, i think you replied to that one post a while back where i dreamt of lloyd + gun fucking with a rather unhinged ending, this is to hopefully make up for that!! happy holidays to you sweet friend, hope you're staying safe and warm!

Writhing as your back arched up off of the smooth wooden surface you were bound to, your weak whimpers were sweet music to your daddy's ears. The mustached man stood just off to the side of the desk, finishing up as he wiped the shiny barrel of his favorite revolver clean. "D-Daddy, please! I'm sorry- I'll never do it again," you implored, but Lloyd only chuckled cruelly at your desperate promises, shaking his head.

"Too late, princess. You know Daddy loves to hear you beg, but none of those pretty pleas are gonna work for you this time." He stepped forward to stand at your side, a firm hand reaching down to grope at your tit. It had been a while since he had last stripped you naked and tied you down on his desk; hoping to prolong your anxious waiting, he took a moment to admire his knotwork work. "So cute when you're all tied up like this, kitten. Maybe you need to break the big rules more often."

You struggled uselessly as your nipple was twisted and tugged at, tears stinging in your eyes as your daddy leaned down slightly to croon at you, "Poor baby, look at those big, frightened eyes. You gonna cry for me already, sweetheart? I haven't even started yet." Placing the dreaded weapon he was wielding down near your waist, he used his now free hand to trail down, feeling at your parted slit gently. "Oh my," his voice dropped lower as his fingers were quickly covered in your sticky slick, "looks like someone's getting excited. Is that out of fear, little one? Or is that poor little baby brain of yours getting turned on by Daddy punishing you like this?"

Hot tears of humiliation rolled down your cheeks as you glared up at the towering man. "Aww, don't go all pouty on me," he laughed lightly at the precious face you were making. "If you're good and tell me what I want to know, I promise I'll make sure you like this."

All you could do was watch with frightened eyes as the tall man got to prepping his instrument of choice for your punishment. Retrieving a small bottle of lube from one of his desk drawers, he coated the barrel of the handgun generously, making sure the long pipe of metal would slide in without issue. While the use of the device was meant to teach you a lesson, its goal was to deal you an emotional punishment, not a physical one. The gun was unloaded in front of you beforehand, and the sights were removed to prevent any catching or discomfort. More than anything, it was merely the concept of being fucked with the gun that you found so horrific.

"You're gonna look so pretty all stretched out on this," Lloyd marveled as he held up the weapon to show you before bringing it down to press its opening up against yours. The man grinned in delight as you kicked and fought helplessly against the ropes holding your legs apart, savoring the way your little voice sounded when you were all needy and scared like this.

"Please, p-please Daddy!" you cried, your tears worsening as you felt the cool metal gliding up inside you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you gave in and quit squirming as the revolver was inserted to its handle, twisting and turning cruelly within you as your daddy took his time and played.

"There," he hummed in satisfaction when he finally settled on a position, keeping the hilt sticking upward as he gently began pumping the slippery barrel in and out of your poor little pussy. It was nothing short of sinful, the way you immediately began moaning softly, the queasy fear in your tummy quickly shifting to unapologetic lust as your hips started bucking up to meet your daddy's efforts.

"Such a greedy little slut," Lloyd chuckled as he watched you ramming yourself right up onto the dripping weapon. "Look at you, getting so horny for Daddy's gun. That's it, princess. Keep fucking yourself on it, just like that." He helped you along by returning his free hand to your hardened nipples, pinching and pulling at the poor knots of flesh as burning tingles fanned out across your entire body.

"Daddy, D-Daddy-" you mumbled weakly, your eyes half-closed in bliss as the smooth tip of the revolver bumped right up against your tender ceiling. "Please, d-don't stop... gonna, g-gonna..." Maybe it was the sheer depravity of the situation, or maybe it was Lloyd's skillful fingers working your oversensitive nipples, but something was helping you along to a rather early high as you lay there panting on the desk. Seeing the way your body was starting to give its usual signs of approaching orgasm, your daddy slowed the pace of the gun inside you as he brought his other hand up to cup your cheek.

"Now baby," he tsked, rubbing his thumb tenderly over your tear-stained cheek as you looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

"Daddy, p-please! Need, n-need-... nnn..."

"Shhhh," Lloyd cooed, bringing his thumb to rest firmly over your salty lips as a signal to be quiet and listen. "Daddy knows, kitten. Know how bad you need to come," he nodded understandingly, the concern and mock sympathy on his face only causing your tears to worsen, as you knew the ways of his cruel acts and games. "But you're forgetting something, sweet girl- something very important. Remember that Daddy had a question for you?" Sobbing lightly against your daddy's thumb, you nodded weakly. "That's right, baby. Daddy needs to know what you were doing in the armory, right? Because weren't you found in there by one of his guards, up way past your bedtime?"

He let you nod, giving you a soft hum of approval as the gun was pumped at a torturously slow pace, in and out of your quivering cunt. "Now I'm gonna take my hand away, and I want you to answer. Do you understand, little one?"

Batting your eyelashes, you nodded as obediently as you could, earning a slight nod from the man as he did as he promised and released your face, allowing your lips to finally open. "W-was lookin' for a knife, Daddy. One of those shiny ones, with the fancy blades."

Lloyd considered your answer, quirking an eyebrow as he bumped his pace up with the revolver just a hair. "A knife? Now what on earth would you need a knife for, my little princess? Those are very dangerous; you know Daddy doesn't let you touch knives, not even the ones in the kitchen."

"Just wanted to play with one," you mumbled honestly, fearing how lame your answer might come across. "Saw a super spy on TV, she had a cool-lookin' one. Wanted to dress up and play around the castle." Lloyd couldn't help but melt a bit at your answer. Of all the things he thought you might be doing in there, finding a prop for a play-pretend game certainly made sense for your harmless, innocent nature.

"A super spy, huh?" he nodded, finally working back up to his original speed as he resumed fucking you generously with the weapon in his hand. "I see. Thank you for telling me the truth, sweetheart. No big girl knives for you, but we can find you a fake one to play with. Deal?"

"D-deal," your voice was shaky as your punishment seemed to come to its close. You had been so good, taken everything without too much of a struggle, and now it was time for your daddy to reward you. "D-Daddy," you hiccuped as the pressure in your tummy began quickly building up again, but Lloyd was already one step ahead of you.

"Go ahead, princess. You can come; you earned it," he cooed lovingly as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, cradling the back of your neck with his free hand as you finally found your release.

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daydreamerbunny · 1 year

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Silly Girl [ Jake Sully x Omatikaya female!reader ]

heavily inspired by this art by @thevanityofthefox

Scenario: imagine tying up Jake in attempts to spice it up in your sex life and it does not go in your favor.

Pairing: Jake Sully x Omatikaya female!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, kind of mean Jake, spanking, orgasm denial, bondage, there is aftercare, not proofread lmao it's nearly 4 am

Author's note: giving young Jake some love lmao enjoy! thank you @thewayofhim for enabling this. If you see any errors no you didn't--

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"Well, hello there." Jake leaned back against you as you ran your hands over his muscles and kissed his cheek from behind.

You hummed in response as you essentially felt up your mate. You run your hands over his pecs and then over his collarbones. Jake relaxed into your caresses and closed his eyes, his ears relaxing. You smiled gently and kissed his temple, running your hands down his biceps. You basked in the moments where you could take care of him. He was also insisting on providing for you even though you both knew that you could handle yourself just fine. That was part of the reason Jake fell for you. Quite literally.

"Ma Jake." You purred into his ear and watched it flick to attention. "Let me take care of you."

Jake's eyes open and he chuckles, shaking his head. "Not a chance, sweetheart."

"I had a feeling you would say that." You huffed and quickly grabbed his wrists, wrapping them in the rope as fast as possibly.

"Hey!" Jake's eyes widened and he attempted to stop you, but you were too quick. While Jake was strong you always had the upper hand in your stealth and speed.

You smile at your handy work and move to a crotched position, leaning to the side to look at your mate's annoyed expression. Once Jake saw your smile he glared. That look made you weak in the knees, but you wanted to keep committing to your act. You watched as his ears pinned back and his tail swished in high annoyance. You stood up and moved in front of him.

"You little minx." Jake almost growled with his fangs exposed and he lunged forward, but it was useless due to his hands being bound. "Let me go if you know what's good for 'ya." He threatened.

You grinned mischievously at the nickname. A name that Jake had to teach you the first time he called you that, which wasn't often. "I'd say that's a pretty unfair name to use in your position." You teased and got down on your knees, crawling into his lap. "Be a good boy and let me take care of you."

Jake was uncharacteristically quiet, but you took it as him submitting for once. Your tail swished happily at the idea. Your eyes leave his as you watched your fingers descend from his pectorals to his stomach. You graze the tips of your fingers down his abs and watched his skin jolt in delight. You bit your bottom lip as you glided over the band of his loincloth and pulled on the ties slowly. You look back up with your eyes and peer at him through your lashes. Jake was watching your hands with his mouth slightly open and his ears were back, his eyes snapped back up to yours.

You lean in and press wet kisses along his jaw, moving down his neck. You left little bites in your journey as your fingers released his almost completely hard erection from the confines of his loincloth. Jake was letting out little huffs of breaths at this point, but he was not letting out what you wanted. Your tail flicks once in annoyance as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and pump slowly though this doesn't help in your attempt to making Jake relax or make more noise. You started to wonder if maybe the rope was too tight and he wasn't saying anything.

"Ma Jake." You huff against his neck and sit up to peer around his arm to look. "Is the rope too--" You stop your movement and gasp to see that Jake has cut his way through the rope with a knife he picked up when he was lunging at you.

Jake waited for you to make eye contact with him and he raised a brow, tilting his head to the side with a one-tooth grin before full on pouncing you. You felt your heart drop and then you squeal, your heart absolutely racing as he manhandled you. Jake was able to catch you in an element of surprise and uses his strength to his advantage. You put up a good fight, but with his arms and legs he got you on your hands and knees.

"You thought you were so smart, huh sweetheart?" Jake panted as he pushed your upper body down and wrapped the remaining rope around your wrists behind your back. "Let me see this ass, baby."

You whined as removed your loincloth. Jake tsked and brought down a hand on your ass, causing you to yelp. You were honestly so terribly wet from just touching Jake and now for him to be manhandling you and spanking you was too much. Your tail moved out of the way and Jake grinned at the motion. He spanked your ass again and harder this time, another pathetic yelp leaving your mouth.

"What's wrong, baby?" Jake teased as his other hand moved to your core and slide two fingers over your folds. "Can't take it?" He asked as his two fingers slide inside of you.

You roll your eyes back in pleasure and bite your bottom lip, a moan still slipping past your lips. "I'm s-sorry." You started.

Jake's fingers started a brutal pace and another slap was delivered to your now sore cheek, "oh ho, now you're apologizing? I didn't even have to ask you." He teased. "What a good girl."

Your hips wiggle in an attempt to get away from the pleasure that was becoming too much and Jake huffed, wrapping his ankle around yours in attempt to keep you still. Your moans increased in volume as his fingers hit the spot where you needed him most. But you needed his cock inside of you so bad. It was right there you could feel it against your thigh.

"J-Jake please." You panted and your hands twitched in their bounds. "Need you inside." You whined as an orgasm was approaching very quickly.

"I don't know." Jake hummed and spanked you again. "Do dumb little brats deserve my cock?"

"I'm sorry!" You cry out and dig your nails into your palms, "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." You repeat over and over, begging for this release and his cock to be inside of you.

Jake knew you were about to come, but he wasn't going to grant this one. To your dismay, he removes his fingers from your cunt and your cunt convulses around nothing. Your heart is racing and you wiggle your hips some more in desperation. You turn your head some more to watch him lick his fingers and smile at you. You looked so cute with your ass red and with tears in your big eyes. Jake ran his large hands over the plush of your ass and squeezed as he watched your wet core begged to be fucked.

"This is how you take care of me, baby girl." Jake lined his cock up to your entrance and ran a hand down your spine, "just let me fuck 'ya dumb." His fingers wrap around your rope and he thrusts forward, filling you up in the one thrust.

The moan you let out would be embarrassing if you were not so incredibly horny for your mate's cock. Each thrust shoot pleasure through your stomach and down to your toes. At this angle he reached so deep and he knew exactly which pace and intensity would have your toes curling. Jake's grip on your wrists helped pull you down to meet his thrusts and it had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Jake couldn't help his grunts and whimpers with the pleasure and exertion he was putting into fucking you. He wanted to fuck you so dumb that you wouldn't dare to be a brat again.

"That's it, baby." Jake grunted and put one leg up to better stabilize himself. "Fuck." He moaned and threw his head back.

You whined and mewled, just letting your noises free. The orgasm he denied you was coming back with vengeance and white hot pleasure started to fill your stomach. Your nails scratch at the skin they can reach as you cry out for Jake. "Fuck, Jake. Please-- I can't." You tried to let him know.

"I feel you clenching around me, baby." Jake's lower abdomen shook in pleasure as he felt his orgasm closing in. "Come for me, sweetheart."

Your thighs shook as you came and you squirted down Jake's thighs, your heart feeling like it would jump out of your throat. Jake grinned at the physical evidence of your orgasm, but it was quickly stopped by his own. His hands moved to your hips and landed some hard final thrusts as he released inside of you. His fingers digging into your striped skin and his teeth clenching. Jake's ears and tail twitched as he rode out his orgasm.

Jake collapses next to you and pulled you onto him, letting you drape your sore legs across him. He takes the knife and cuts you lose, gently massaging your irritated wrists. He nudges his nose against your temple and moves his hands down, rubbing your sore ass with a smile.

"So, my sweet girl, what was that about?" Jake kissed your forehead as he soothed your skin.

"I just wanted to take care of you." You pouted and nuzzled yourself into his neck, letting him tend to you.

"You do take care of me, baby." He leaned his cheek onto your head and ran his finger tips up your spine. "You take care of me by letting me take care of you."

You hum for a moment and trace circles on his chest, "promise?" You ask.

"I promise, baby." Jake chuckles and runs a hand through your hair.

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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Big girls don't cry (4)

Summary: You are no stranger to heartbreak.

Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, strong reader, mentions of former heartbreak, arguments, regret, fear of commitment, abandonment issues,

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Part 3

“Stevie, go in there and talk to her,” Bucky groans. “I didn’t almost get killed by your angry girlfriend only for you to chicken out now. Go—”

Bucky shoves his friend toward the door.

“What if she doesn’t want to see me? Y/N hates me now, and I can only blame myself. I let my insecurities and fear of commitment get the best out of me.”

“Yeah, you fucked things up big time, punk. Now go in there and fix things with your lovely lady. You love that woman, right?”

“I had the ring, and the proposal planned and chose the easy way out. I got scared. Scared that she’ll laugh at me. Or even worse, say no. I saw her throw the ring in my face and run off. I’m not worthy of her love.”

“Y/N is a great person. She’s kind, smart and caring. I can’t imagine her doing such a thing. If you are honest with her, she’ll not break your heart,” Bucky smirks. “Maybe she breaks your dick with her baseball bat, though.”

“Buck,” Steve reaches for the door handle, “whatever happens now. Thank you for trying.”

“Just don’t chicken out or get your dick out,” the brunette chuckles. “I can tell, women don’t like it when you get it out after a fight.”

“What?” Steve side-eyes his friend. “What did you do, Buck?”

Bucky shrugs. “It was a case of miscommunication. I thought she wanted to have make-up sex, and she wanted to break up with me.”

“You’re unbelievable. I can’t believe I asked you for advice on relationship problems.”

“Hey, what can I say? The ladies love me?” Bucky grins. “But enough of me and my perfect face, and dick. You should go inside and finally talk to her. People are watching.”

“Hi, uh- thank you for letting me come here. Bucky said you will hear me out,” Steve awkwardly stands in the middle of the empty bakery. “Not many people around today.”

“We are renovating,” you quip, not even sparing Steve a glance. You practiced this conversation in front of the mirror and can’t show weakness. “I told you so a month ago.”

“I didn’t know it was this one,” he licks his lips. “You scared the shit out of Bucky.” He chuckles. “And I can tell, Bucky never gets scared.”

“He’s a baby,” you snicker. “Your friend almost peed his pants when I got the baseball bat out.” It feels awkward being around Steve again. “You wanted to talk, so talk.”

“Maybe…you could start,” Steve stammers. “I know you are angry and hurt. And you have every right to be angry. What I said was awful, and I know now that you went through so much in the past that you cannot forgive me. I just wanted you to know that I—”

He hesitates. Steve looks at his shoes, shaking his head. He takes a few deep breaths. “Sorry, I need…shit…”

“What do you want to say, Steve?”

“I-I love you,” he almost yells. It’s the first time he has said it with fear in his eyes. “I know that I said it before, but I wanted you to hear it one last time.”

“Steve, I thought we wanted to talk. This was more like a monologue. I wanted to talk about the things Bucky told me about your past. Why did you never tell me about the people bullying you.”

“I could ask you the same,” he gives you a cracked smile. “I-I was ashamed, I guess. I wasn’t always like this. Back then, I tried so hard to fit in. It was never enough, though. Not once was I good enough for anyone.”

“Boys always treated me like I’m not good enough to be seen with them,” you sniffle. “When you said all those things, I felt like the little girl who got her heart broken for the first time.”

“Y/N…” He fights the tears. “I was a weak and thin boy back then. Sick too. No one wanted to be my friend but Bucky. He was tall, cocky, and popular. They didn’t understand why he was my friend. I didn’t get it myself. He could’ve been friends with everyone.”

“He’s a nice guy,” you wipe your eyes and sniffle. “And a good friend. He almost got hit by a baseball bat for you.”

“When I liked a girl for the first time, she punched my nose and called me a loser. I was like six or seven.” He sighs deeply. “I know, this is no excuse.”

“It is not. I got rejected all my life too, but I would never do such a thing to you. I loved you so, and then you say something like that,” You push the tears away. “I was so happy, and you broke my heart.”

“I’m so sorry, doll. All my life I tried to forget about my past, and the weak boy from back then.” Steve takes a step toward you, holding out his hand. “In my teens, I fell in love with a girl. I believed she liked me too.”

“She told everyone about it, didn’t she?” You softly ask. “Bucky told me about it. What was her name?”

“Peggy Carter,” Steve winces when her name leaves his lips. “I realized she only liked me as long as I helped her get better grades.”

“Same here,” you take his offered hand to squeeze it tightly. “I was twelve. At least I shoved the bastard against the wall and called him a dipshit.”

Steve grins. “I’m glad you did, doll.”

“Do you want to hear a fun fact?” Steve places your hand on his chest. “I met her two years ago. She didn’t even remember me. Imagine, Peggy was all over me and tried to get in my pants.”

“No way.”

“I turned her down, though. She got mad. I bet Peggy Carter never got turned down before. Well, I told her it’s payback for what she did to me when I was a kid.”

“Good for you. I mean, that you go the chance to pay her back.” You glance up at Steve, feeling unsure of how to proceed now. You’ve missed him so much, but you are scared to give in to him only to get hurt again. “Steve, I can’t go back to what we had so easily. I need…”

“I know, baby doll,” he wraps his arms around you to at least hold you one last time. “Please never believe you are not worthy of love, or that you should settle for someone who’s not worthy of your love. I wish you love. A love that will give you everything you’ll ever need…”

Part 5

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garoujo · 2 years

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・✶ ｡ﾟ hanma always thought of ways to reward you whenever you’d come to pick him up drunk.

♱ warnings — f!reader, alcohol mentioned and consumed, pussy eating, exhibitionism, car sex, tipsy!hanma.

♱ note — i’m sorry but the grip this man has on me is . i can’t do this anymore </3

“shuji, come on!” you call from over your shoulder as you basically drag a huge, tipsy and stumbling hanma back to your car. there’s a loopy smile on his face and his half-lidded eyes are on you, cheeks painted red as his hair falls over his forehead and he only chuckles before he’s trying to pull you into his embrace, slapping playfully at your ass.

“what’s the rush? ‘m right here.” he drawls, but you notice the drop in his tone and his amber gaze seems to spark under the streetlights, before you’re three steps away from your car and he’s suddenly pulling you back towards him.

“you’re drunk, shuji. get in the car.” you giggle playfully, batting at his chest when you feel him smear an open-mouthed kiss along your jawline — although you still can’t deny the way it makes you shiver, pushing closer despite your words. “yeah? and you’re hot as fuck, babydoll.”

there’s a drop in your guard and despite his foggy mind, hanma see’s it — taking the opportunity to basically throw you into the backseat of your car until he’s on you a few moments later. pulling down your sweats until they’re hanging messily off one of your calves, and you hear his knees hit the ledge of the car door before his huge stature is pushed between your thighs.

“shuji! we’re in the middle of the street!” you gasp, feeling his lips press a firm kiss against your clit through the fabric of your panties before his tongue is laving over it a few moments later — soaking the fabric teasingly until his fingers pull it to the side with a low groan. “yeah, in my fuckin’ city, baby.”

the back door of the car is still open and hanma’s lower half is basically still on the pavement but you know he would sooner commit murder than have anyone else see you like this, this pretty sight was all for him.

and truly, you don’t think sin and punishment have ever felt as good as they do now, squeezing around the back of your thighs to keep them folded against your chest while he bathes your puffy clit in strong, messy licks. his technique is staggered and clumsy, and his head knocks against your thighs with the alcohol still in his system but fuck—he’s getting you there.

“gotta pay you back for picking me up, doll.” hanma grins, cheeky and a little smug as his breath cools the mixture of spit and slick over your ignited nerves. but then he laughs, giggles when he misses your folds and smears a kiss along your thighs instead, but his eyes are still locked on you.

you watch his broad back expand with his deep inhale behind the fabric of his expensive dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows before he groans ; ragged and hungry. you feel like your hips quake when he curls his tongue at the entrance of your pussy, dragging it along your folds to collect the slick gathered there before his lips mould around your clit and he sucks.

your elbows dig into the expensive leather of hanma’s car that he let you drive tonight as you prop yourself up to watch, chest heaving with soft pants while his mouth feel like it lights up your clit and the pleasure is so intense you can’t help the weak moan that escapes you.

“goddamn, doll.” he coo’s, words muffled by your pussy as he repeats his earlier motions and your hips almost vibrate beneath him when he slurps at you shamelessly, tasting everything you give to him before he’s swallowing loudly and rolling his tongue messily over your clit.

and if you weren’t lost in your own hormone-fueled daze you’d be able to make out the way each stroke spells out his name.

your hips are rocking against his warm mouth from where hanma’s got you pinned, legs trembling as he pushes them tighter against your chest and your hands can only twist in his black and blonde roots to try and keep yourself grounded.

despite the alcohol that gives his head that thrilling spin he’s still teasing, dark lashes lowered so he can watch the way your pussy clenches and twitches — like you’re begging him to fill you up before dragging his tongue back over your clit in slow, languid swirls that make you shout.

“g-gonna cum, shuji! fuck.” you whimper, toes curling and thighs flexing from beneath his palms but hanma doesn’t let your legs close around his cheeks like he knows you want them too. no, he keeps you spread as he sucks at your clit, amber gaze locked on the way your eyes roll towards the roof.

“don’t hold back on me, babydoll. i cant hear you.” you can tell by the low tone of his voice that clarity is starting to get a grip on him again, but that only makes his movements sharper — making your shoulders roll as he eats you out like he wants to be fucking glued to your cunt in this lifetime and everyone after.

your hips tremble with the next overwhelming suck and swirl of his tongue along your clit, as do your lungs when he laps up the slick your walls seem to push out with every needy squeeze around nothing as hanma’s sharp eyes cut up into you.

it only take a few more precise swirls of his tongue through your folds before your head knocks back and your whole body twitches, tight heat in your abdomen snapping as you cum and you hear your boyfriend groan as you rock your hips back and forth into him into his eager mouth.

the loud suckles and smacks only grow louder, shameless and wet when he takes a mouthful of you — suckling hard at your clit until you’re quaking beneath him and you can basically feel hanma’s smirk curl against the swollen petals of your cunt.

he hums as he slurps you up, only pulling away when you’re panting and pliant, pushing his head away with quick whimpers that have his eyes drooping closed — wet cheek smooshing against your thigh when he finally lets them rest down over his shoulders.

but he almost looks peaceful when his fingers pet through your still sensitive folds, his words still slurred but they’re more drowsy than they are drunk now.

“fuck sake, doll. think this pussy’s just healed my fuckin’ headache.”

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dreamcatcher2113 · 1 year

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The Sunflower and The Dragon: The Dragon’s Sunflower

Summary: No one would have that Aegon Targaryen would settle down, and commit to someone. Then he met you. Aegon started to become a better person since he met you. The two of you just made sense when you are together.

Author Note: Just another cute little series that I want to do.

Warnings: Suggested Sexual Content

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The Dragon’s Sunflower

It was early morning, Aegon was dead to the world. He usually doesn’t wake up at ass crack of dawn. So when he turned to your side of the bed, expecting you to be there. Instead he feels your side of the bed empty. Aegon should have known that you are already up, he looks at the clock that was on the bed table. It was 9 in the morning, Aegon groaned as he got out of bed. He loves you dearly, even though you love waking up before noon is a mystery to him. Aegon puts on gray sweatpants, and decide to just go shirtless because why the fuck not. It’s yours and his apartment, he can do whatever he wants.

Aegon walks out of your shared room and turns to the kitchen. He starts to hear music, and then he sees you with your hair up in a messy bun, and only wearing one of his black shirts. He couldn’t help but to smirk at the sight. Aegon sits on one of the chairs on the island, watching you sway your hips. The shirt is a little long, but it left room to the imagination. His goldendoodle Sunfyre came up barking happily. You turned and saw your boyfriend sitting on the chair, smirking at you.

“Oh goodness. Aegon you scared me.” You were startled at his sudden appearance, but smiled regardless.

“Good morning my sunflower, what are you making?” Aegon asked.

“I am making french toast.” You said sweetly, putting the bread on the frying pan.

Aegon chuckled a little bit, since your back was turned you didn’t see him walking behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist, you jumped a bit but relaxed. Aegon starts kissing your neck.

“Aegon.” You called out his name.

“Yes, my love.” He replied.

“I’m trying to make breakfast for us.” You said, but not really trying to pull away from him. Leaning into him closer, you love feeling his touch.

Aegon smirked into your skin. “I’m not hungry at the moment. I’m craving for something else.” He continues to assault your neck, moving his hand to your hips, rubbing circles on them. Wanting to feel your lips, he spins you around so you are facing him. Aegon immediately smashed his lips against yours. He licks your bottom lip, asking for access and of course you gave it to him. Your hands begin to travel to his hair, gripping it. Aegon couldn’t get enough of you, you have become his addiction. The both of you pulled apart for air, his lips made their way back to your neck this time he wants to find the little special spot that makes you weak in the knees. His hands travel to the bottom of the shirt you are wearing a little bit, exposing a little bit of the dark green lace panties that Aegon loves so much.

“Aegon.” You moaned a bit.

“Yes sunflower?” Aegon said against your neck, still raising the shirt a bit more.

“The stove is still on, and I really don’t want to explain to our landlord why we burned our kitchen down.” You explained, feeling Aegon sucking on the spot on your neck that makes you feel weak.

Chuckling a bit, Aegon skillfully turns off the stove and he picks you up and places you on the counter that is next to the stove, earning a yelp from you. He places himself between your legs, and you wrap them around his waist. The two of you start kissing again, his hands gripping into the shirt that you are wearing, and sliding it up more. While your hands explore his neck and his hair. Aegon pulls you closer, and moves the collar of the shirt, so he can kiss the space between your neck and shoulders and starts marking you up again.

“My love.” You said so sweetly, one hand gripping his hair while the other grips on his bareback.

“I’m a little busy Princess.” He said, kissing your neck this time.

Giving up, you just let Aegon do what Aegon does. Not that you are complaining. Wanting to mark him up too, you make him pull away from you for a bit. He looks at you with puppy eyes, and pouts a little bit. You giggled at his reaction, and started kissing his neck. Aegon moans a little bit when you start to suck on the spot on his neck. Once you pull away, you admire your work. Aegon smirks and starts kissing you once again.

“Gods I want you sunflower.” Aegon growls in your ear.

“What’s stopping you my dragon?” You asked.

Aegon chuckles a bit, he was about to pull the shirt off but then his phone begins to ring. Usually he would just ignore it but he recognized that ringtone, and knows that it’s his mom that’s calling. He grunts in frustration, a little irritated that the two of you were interrupted.

You giggle a bit. “You should probably go get that.”

Aegon groans again. “Fine.” He gives a quick peck, and leaves to answer his phone.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. You hop off of the counter and start making breakfast again. You hear his footsteps again, hearing Aegon talking to his mom. “Just give me one sec mom, I’ll put you on speaker.”

“Alright mom, you’re on speaker.” Aegon said. As he sits on the chair that he sat on before.

“Hello Y/N.” You hear Alicent.

“Hey Alicent.” You yelled back, still making french toast.

“I was wondering if you would like to come to a family dinner at our place tomorrow night.” Alicent said over the phone.

You looked at Aegon, mouthed if he wanted to go. Even though his relationship with his mother and the rest of his family has gotten better, there are still wounds that need healing. As much as you love his family, Aegon’s well being is more important to you. Aegon gave you a nod, telling you that it’s okay.

“We’ll be there Alicent.” You answered, putting the last of the french toast on the plate. Putting them on the island where Aegon is sitting.

“Great! We will be seeing you tomorrow night. It’ll be nice seeing you both.” Alicent said.

“It’ll be nice seeing you too Alicent.” You said.

“I have to go. Love you both.” Alicent said.

“Love you too mom.” Aegon replied, and hung up on the phone. Aegon sighed, you reached one of your hands to hold on to his. Without hesitation he holds your hand back. Rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, grounding himself a little bit.

“Are you sure you want to go, baby? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You suggested, looking over your boyfriend with a worried look.

Aegon shakes his head no. “No, sunflower. I want to go. Mom has been trying, and I want to show her that I am too.”

You walk around the island and sit on Aegons lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, while Aegon has his arms around your waist so you wouldn’t fall.

“You have been trying my love. You have made so much progress, and I am so proud of you.” You said. Putting your forehead against his, smiling at him.

Aegon smiles back at you. “Thank you, sunflower.”

“Of course, my dragon.” You said back, giving him a quick peck on the lips. The two of you started feeding each other the french toast you made. The both of you were laughing, smiling and having a good time. Moments like these, makes you feel so thankful that you fell in love with Aegon. Even though things started rocky between the two of you, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You and Aegon are happy together, and both of you have become better people for each other. You love this man, and he loves you too.

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Hi :) if you’re feeling up to it could I please get a Jess Mariano x reader where they’re both not dating eachother (yet) and they’re closing the diner together and one thing leads to another but by the end they’re together? Thanks <3

Hi! I’m so so sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy this!

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“Did you order a new coffee machine?” you ask as you wipe down the tables.

“Um, yeah,” Jess answers, his words slow and wavering. You frown and look at him, putting your hands on your hips in annoyance. “I told you to do that last week!”

“Well, obviously you weren’t too worried about it because it’s been a week and you just now asked about it,” Jess chuckles.

You shoot him a glare, returning to wiping down the tables. Jess sighs and stand up from leaning against the counters, closing his book and walking over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, setting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’ll order it tomorrow morning,” he says. “First thing?” you ask.

“Of course. You might have to remind me, though,” he says.

You chuckle and turn around to face him. “I will, don’t worry. I’ll send you millions of emails, blow up your voicemail. I’ll even throw rocks at your window.”

“How romantic,” Jess remarks. You wink at him. “You know me.”

“Mm, I do know you,” Jess hums, his hands sliding from your back to your hips. Your heart races you look into those devilish eyes of his. He looks at you with a cocky smirk, the one that makes your knees weak.

“Jess,” you warn, one of your hands resting palm-flat on his chest. “Y/n,” he says in the same tone, a teasing smile on his face.

“Have you put away the mugs yet?” you ask, peering up at him through your eyelashes.

His heart flutters at the innocent yet totally dirty look you’re giving him. “I did,” he nods.

“Good,” you say. “So, if I go back there and check they’ll be in the cabinet?”

Jess chuckles, “definitely.”

“Alright. Let me check.” you skip out of his grasp, making your way to the kitchen, but Jess stops you. He grabs your wrist, spinning you around. You collide with his chest, about to protest when he puts his lips onto yours.

You sigh dreamily, melting into him. Your wrap your arms around his neck, slipping your fingers into his raven curls. His hands find your waist, slightly leaning into you to deepen the kiss. You press yourself up against him, opening your mouth to allow his tongue to slip in and taste you.

“Mm, Jess,” you breath out, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah, baby?�� he mumbles against your lips, his hands wandering lower.

You pull away just as his hands ghost over the curve of your ass. You’re grinning from ear to ear as you look at him.

“You know I’m still going to check right?” you ask. He sighs with a shrug. “I had to try, right?”

You giggle and pat his shoulder, making your way to the back again, but Jess manages to stop you once again.

“Jess, I really need to go and make sure everything is put away. I don’t want Luke yelling at us again. Or well you,” you chuckle.

“Alright, but one last thing,” he says.

“Okay, what is it?”

“Be my girlfriend?” Jess asks.

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. You’re a little more surprised than you probably should be, but who could blame you? Over the last month, you two have been “dating”. Going out, making out, doing all those couple-like things without putting a label on it. You were a little sad Jess never called you his girlfriend, despite calling you everything and anything else. You figure it was his commitment issues and soon got used to it. But now you’re on top of the world.

“Really?” you grin.

He smiles, “yeah. I suppose it’s about time.”

“Oh!” you squeal and jump up to hug him. He picks you up and spins you around, planting a kiss onto your lips. You pull away to look at him entirely, your smile getting impossibly wider each second. “I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend! Finally, you’re mine.”

“Oh, I’ve always been yours, baby, and I always will be. Never doubt that.”

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just-another-mess-in-a-dress · 5 months

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None too Small

YOI Snz Fic #4:

Hi did you know that I'm a disaster for this series? Because I am 150% and Fetish!Yuuri will never not be my favorite thing ok? He deserves to snz and love it.

Yuuri’s experience with Viktor’s head cold. Sequel to A Simple Kindness and Just a Little… a bit more NSFW under the cut – you know, as a treat.

It takes all of a day and a half for Phichit/Viktor’s head cold to make its way to Yuuri. He finds himself sitting in class two days after Phichit’s return with his nose running a noticeable amount. By the time he’s back in their room, at about three in the afternoon no less, Phichit is up and grimacing at him.

“Oh no.” Phichit winces at him.

“What?” Yuuri asks depositing his backpack onto his bed.

“Seems like you caught my cold… that was fast.” Phichit sniffs harshly at the end of his statement.

“I-… I don’t… Do I look bad?” Yuuri manages to ask, stuttering all the while.

“No, no! I just feel kind of guilty that I got you sick.” Phichit chuckles.

“Don’t feel bad, seemed pretty inevitable.” Yuuri quickly presses the back of his hand to the underside of his nose, feeling the dribbly beginnings of a leak.

“Here, good thing you got so many tissues.” Phichit gives a weak laugh as he offers the box. His face is still pale and dusted with irritated pinks, but he smiles at his roommate all the same.

“Thanks.” Yuuri accepts the tissue and turns away to clean himself up.

“How are you feeling?”

Yuuri tries not to let it show how uncomfortable that question makes him. “I’m fine… really. I mean, I don’t really feel sick yet just a little… off. I’m still going to practice.”

“And have Ciao Ciao mad at the both of us? Seems like a bad idea. But I w-won’t… huh… huuhh~… He’tchew!” Phichit lets out a post sneeze groan that leave’s Yuuri’s skin tingly.

“Bless you.” Yuuri sniffles as quietly as he can.

“Thank you.” Phichit smiles through the teary aftermath of the sneeze.

“I’ll pick up food on my way back from practice. Text me what you want, okay?”

“Sure thing. You’re the best, Yuuri!” Phichit waves him off, although Yuuri can hear the gurgling blow left in his wake.

It is probably not the best choice, to go to practice that day, but Yuuri has already committed. That, and the idea of succumbing to his illness already leaves him a bit… weak in the knees. He’s tired and a bit achy, but overall still functional. The Grand Prix Final is in two weeks and he has to be on the top of his game anyhow.

He gets through warmups no problem but he’s not on the ice for twenty minutes before his nose goes from drippy to open faucet. Yuuri barely makes it to the edge of the rink in time to grab a tissue before he’s pitching forward into a sneeze. He can’t even restrain himself or stifle like he usually will in public, which leaves him both breathless and embarrassed.

“Not feeling well?” Yuuri jumps at the sound of Ciao Ciao’s concerned question.

“I’m fine, coach, promise.” Yuuri squeaks out, fighting the urge to sneeze again.

“Come here.” Ciao Ciao beckons him off the ice. Reluctantly, Yuuri steps off the ice towards the bleachers. The coach puts a hand on Yuuri’s forehead and a part of him dies a little on the inside. “You have a temperature.”

Yuuri really is shocked at that, “Oh… I don’t feel that bad…”

“Well, let’s not tempt fate, get back to your dorm for the evening. I want you resting for the remainder of the week, we can probably assume you have what Phichit has. The medication I got him should work for you too, if you need more let me know.”

“Uh… yeah, sure, okay… yeah.” Yuuri stammers. He is quick to turn towards the locker room and sink onto a bench so that he can be alone for a few minutes. God… GOD.

He really doesn’t feel that bad yet, perhaps a bit achy and his running nose seems to have abated somewhat since retreating from the fridged rink. He takes the opportunity of quiet to anxiously check through his schedule, he had the good sense to catch this near the end of the week at least so maybe he’ll be well enough to attend class on Monday?

Once he has sufficiently distracted himself, he rises from the bench and finds his legs wobbling beneath him. Taking a moment, Yuuri braces himself against his still open locker. Phichit hadn’t been lightheaded right? Is this just a fun new twist the virus has decided to take? And why the fuck does it have to happen now?

The wash of dizziness passes and he straightens his back. He pulls out his phone to text his roommate.

Ciao Ciao sent me home, let me know what you want for dinner.

Hardly a minute later Yuuri receives a text:

Oh no! Poor thing 😢😩☹️

Don’t worry about dinner

You need to get back to the dorm to rest!

Yuuri tries not to crawl out of his skin sack because holy shit Phichit doting on him might be turning him on.

It’s fine, I’m already out. I still don’t feel terrible yet and we need to eat. Do we need more tissues? If we’re both gonna be down for the count I’d rather be prepared 🙂

Yuuri hopes that sounds casual and caring, not… whatever the fuck he’s actually thinking and feeling. Phichit relents on the condition that Yuuri come straight back to the dorm after picking up food. Yuuri starts to feel run down somewhere between getting the food and hoping on the campus shuttle. His eyes are tired and he keeps sniffing every few seconds.

The aches have settled and his throat feels tickly in the back of it, the feeling claws its way up to Yuuri’s sinuses and before he knows it he’s on the verge of a sneeze. God he doesn’t want to sneeze on the shuttle. God he doesn’t want to sneeze all over his and Phichit’s dinner regardless of the packaging around it.

He tries holding his breath in his lungs, but that does nothing for the itchy needy tickle in his nose. He rubs at it with the back of his hand, still unsanitary but better than nothing. He starts hitching and all he can do is firmly press his wrist beneath his nose.

The action does fuck all to stop the sneeze but it does help him stifle as he mashes his nose into his hand.

“H’xxm-Eh’mmptf!” His nose is not satisfied with the restrain he shows, the wetness that has yet to be expelled sits lower in his nostrils. The cold puts up one hell of a fight and his sinuses are threatening to explode again but Yuuri’s willpower does manage to win out.

When he finally unloads himself from the shuttle his body is shaking. It’s dark out, at least, so no one can see the shimmering mess that has leaked onto his upper lip. He’d tried in vein to wipe the mess away but it had only smeared when in contact with his damp sleeve.

Once he finally reaches their dorm Yuuri takes a deep breath and tries to ignore the congested sound he makes before pushing the door open.

“I’m back.” Yuuri announces, refusing to make eye contact with Phichit.

“How’re you feeling?” Phichit asks, putting up his headphones.

“I’m- uh… I’ve been better, but I’ve definitely been worse.” Yuuri shrugs as he starts unpacking their dinner.

“How was practice?”

“Fine, honestly. I think Ciao Ciao is overreacting.” Yuuri forces a chuckle.

“Let’s hope so.” Phichit makes a sound that blurs the line between a snort and a sniff that Yuuri is absolutely not focusing on thank you kindly. “You’re sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Yup. Totally fine…” Yuuri chuckles awkwardly.

“Hate to break it to you bud, but you have snot on your face.”

Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover the emotion that fills Yuuri as he quickly grabs a napkin to clean himself up. He stutters out an apology that Phichit waves off.

“We’ve all been there, I mean you saw me when I got home right? I was a certified disaster.”

Yuuri is, in fact, doing absolutely everything in his power to pretend that never happened, thank you kindly. He’s aching all over, chills running up and down the length of his spine, and the burn of embarrassment is not helping the fact that is definitely coming down with a fever… shit.

“You hungry?” Yuuri asks lamely.

Phichit, catching the hint that Yuuri is uncomfortable takes his food and sits on the end of his bed – regaling Yuuri with the tales of his Instagram feed as if nothing has happened.

It seems the grace period this cold had given him to get home from practice has worn off. He feels like he’s been hit by a ton of bricks all woozy and fevered. It sucks, he feels awful, and he doesn’t want to bring it up because he would literally rather die.

He doesn’t even notice the prolonged quiet until Phichit nudges him with his foot.

“You want to get into bed? You look like you need the rest.”

Yuuri, suddenly very aware of the fact that he is in an uncomfortable predicament to say the least, shakes his head.

“I think I’m going to shower first… Then yeah, I’ll turn in early…” Yuuri rubs the back of his neck.

“Okay, you should feel free to take some medicine too. Try not to be stubborn about it like I was.” Phichit’s chuckle turns into a chesty cough and Yuuri nods slowly, taking a languid bite of food before he realizes that he isn’t hungry at all.

He puts his leftovers in the mini fridge and takes his shower caddy down to the washroom. It’s embarrassing and stupid and he hates it but there’s a stirring deep in his core that hasn’t let up since he realized that he’s coming down with this damn cold.

It’s Viktor’s cold for fucks sake, and he’s just expected to… what? Keep going about his day? Like it’s a regular ass Tuesday and not the day that he caught Viktor Nikiforov’s cold? Via a third party, but STILL.

He is blessedly alone in the showers, it’s an odd enough hour that he isn’t even thinking about being interrupted (that and maybe the fever is getting to him alright?). He starts the water, as warm as he can get it and then he pulls out the smallest travel sized eucalyptus and balsam shower gel. The thought is both dreadfully embarrassing and outrageously sinful – he’s never met a product that makes him sneeze quite as much as this one.

He squirts a bit of the soap onto his wash cloth and instantly his nostrils tickle, an all too familiar sensation. His eyes water as he lathers the product, it doesn’t even touch his skin before he’s lurching forward with a congested, “Eghxx’yuggh!”

Mildly frustrated by the half hearted first sneeze, he lathers himself with the product hoping for something more productive. Instead of sneezing, he leaks, his eyes streaming with tears and his nose running with thin clear snot. His face itches with need but his nose refuses to cooperate.

He allows his free hand to clutch the pale skin of his thigh a groan falling out of his lips as he fruitlessly hitches. There isn’t a sneeze there, but his brain or his lungs don’t know that. His dick doesn’t seem to mind it all though…

He leaves the washcloth un washed as he rinses his body, the warm water running off his body melting the muscles beneath the pattering weak water pressure. His breath jitters again in his chest but nothing comes of it. He wonders if Viktor was like this, hitchy and helpless, unable to connect his desire to sneeze with his body’s rejection of the act.

Suddenly he gasps before a sneeze tumbles out of him, “He’hggCHHugh!”

It feels so good to let go that he moans without a second thought, but he wants more – preferably he’d like to get all the sneezing he needs to out of his system so he doesn’t have to stifle all night in front of Phichit. A fate he likely won’t be spared considering how horrifically sneezy Phichit has been the past few days.

“AHG’chu-ATCHhuuh!” The congested half releases are starting to get on his nerves. It’s one thing when he chooses to stifle, but now isn’t the time for that. He wants to sneeze, needs to in fact, so his body should just do the damn thing already.

He washes his hair as a few more choppy strained sneezes force their way out of his nose. He’s so frustrated that just as he’s running out of tasks to accomplish he returns to the washcloth and buries his nose into the fabric. He’s deeply inhaling the scent of it before he can stop himself. The sharp woodsy smell makes his eyes water but he doesn’t bull away from the sopping cloth until his nose is well and truly tortured by it.

He pulls away from the cloth breathing in once, twice, and then he stalls. His nose scrunches as the rest of his body prepares for the release.

Yuuri whimpers slightly as the feeling in his nose swells once more, “Puh-… Please…”

Just as he’s starting to raise the washcloth to his face for another sniff, that truly satisfying sneeze finally bursts out of him, “Ah—HAkkAtchuuhh! Ekkghchoo! Eptt’ghCHUUH!”

He opens his eyes long enough to see the sickly splatter coating the wall beside him. It makes his head spin and the already warm parts of his stomach flip as he launches into a fit of deep satisfying sneezes. His head bobbing dramatically, his desperate gasping unrestrained. He can’t remember the last time he indulged himself this much. He isn’t sure he’s ever indulged himself this much.

He’s crying and sneezing so much he has a fleeting thought about how he’ll probably need to scrub his face again after this. But he doesn’t care because it feels so relieving, the pressure in his head alleviates and the tight coil of arousal within him is more than taken care of.

The fit ends when he finally allows himself to blow his nose, he almost doesn’t want to but the water is starting to get cold and he’s not about to take a cold shower when he’s feeling poorly. He stops the flow of water packs his things away and sets up at one of the counters. He feels more sneezes in the recesses of his sinuses but it’s not urgent anymore… at least not now.

He blow dries his hair and finishes his shower routine in peace. At one point, he shamelessly sneezes uncovered towards the floor while the blow dryer is still running. No one needs to know about that…

Yuuri spares a look at himself in the mirror before he goes, now that the steam of the shower is gone he can see his eyes look irritated and his cheeks are flushed with fever. Phichit is bound to comment, but at least Yuuri has himself under control… for now… But he’ll take that over the alternative – which is being both pent up and sick…

He heads upstairs, desperate for his bed and hoping that Phichit is well enough in the coming days to give him a little more privacy.

#snz kink #snzblr #snz fic #my writing #yoi #fetish!yuuri #sneezy!yuuri #snz fan fic #cold #mess #cw mess #cw contagion #contagion

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1-800-adoreyou · 2 years

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Leo DiCaprio imagine: Red

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"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end / Street / Faster then the wind, passionate as sin..."

“I did it, Baby! I got the part!” Leo’s animated voice announced into the phone’s receiver. “I’m gonna be Romeo!” His breath was heavy, almost in bewilderment.

My heart swelled with pride, a grin spreading across my face. “That’s amazing, Leo! I’m so proud of you.”

“We’re going to celebrate!” Leo beamed, clearing his throat. “You don’t need to get dolled up, just put on something comfortable and be ready in an hour!”

The line clicked, making me realize he had hung up. A chuckle left my throat as I stood from my bed, darting over to my closet. Something comfortable must have meant a sweater and jeans, seeing as how it was early February.

Leo had been yearning after this role ever since he stumbled upon the audition sheet with his agent, and good friend, Rick. There had been many nights where I would find him in the dining room, pacing about and reciting lines in the wee hours of the morning.

His commitment to acting was extremely endearing. He never stopped until he knew it was right, even if that meant losing sleep for weeks. I had helped a few nights, reading Juliett’s lines; That usually turned into him giggling like a little boy when he got to kiss me. I had always responded by playfully smacking his arm and pulling him in, a smile etching its way across my own face.

* * * * *

The door opened as I walked down the staircase, fixing my boot. The most beautiful boy stood tall, a bright smile across his face. His dirty blonde hair was disheveled, strands covering his face. “You look stunning.” Was the only thing he said, his grin growing.

He raced over to me, stopping when his chest was about to touch mine. His brush-stroked eyebrows were pinched up, his smile stretching across his whole face. His long, ivory fingers cupped my cheek and I turned into his palm to lay a kiss upon it.

His left hand found its way across my waist, forehead gently resting against my own. “Kiss me, you goof.” I giggled, wrapping my arm around his neck.

Leo didn’t need to be told twice, he crashed his pillowy lips against mine. His kisses were always passionate, no matter how tired or upset he was. Deep relishing kisses. The type of kisses that made your knees weak and want to sink into him. So passionate. Like red.

We broke apart a minute later for air, the atmosphere quiet and comfortable. I cupped his cheeks in my palms, admiring his beauty and enchanting eyes. “You have no idea how proud of you I am.” I laid a kiss upon his cheek, which made him grin.

“As much as I adore holding you,” he started, fingertips roaming the valley of my neck “but I do believe our daylight is running out.” His fingers found mine and he darted for the door, my feet just barely keeping up.

It was exhilarating. Whenever I was with Leo it seemed like all my fears and doubts would melt away, like he was my umbrella deflecting everything ‘wrong’. But now, as we run down the gravel path of our house laughing and giggling, I realize just how much I cared for him.

The beautiful autumn colors whizzed past us as he pulled me to his car, parked at the end of the gravel path. His maserati sat at the end of the driveway, a silver stallion just waiting to be mounted.

The sound of honey poured from his lips, a deep sound. It radiated into the air, seemingly to make the sun brighter and the leaves around us enhance in color.

My own laughter escaped my throat, almost tripping over my feet against Leo's pounding momentum. I couldn't blame him, this could possibly be the role of a lifetime.

He came to a sudden halt, which made me fall into his back. Couldn't even warn me, apparently. I rolled my eyes, a chuckle escaping my mouth. He turned and offered me a smile. Damn, that smile.

The passenger door opened, and he led me inside. I thanked him, and he just ran to the other side of the vehicle.

Where we were going? I had no clue. With Leo we could either be driving to a fancy restaurant or, we could be going to a field of enchanting flowers and mushrooms. I adored that about him.

I looked out of the window as he stepped in and overturned the engine. The sound of our favorite song being spewed from the speakers, funnily enough, which was 'Killing Me Softly'.

When I first met Leo, we were at a highschool party which we had both crashed. We bumped into each other on the dancefloor and started talking. We talked for a while until this song came on. He had asked me to dance. And we did. We danced together for the rest of the night.

"I heard he sang a good song!" Leo sang, rolling down the windows with a grin. "I heard he had a style" with one hand on the wheel, he interlocked our fingers.

Looking over at him, I caught myself gazing into his diamond eyes. "And so I came to see him" I laughed, staring into his twinkling blues. "And listen for a while."

About a few songs later, we came up to a dead end street that lead the way to a flower field. My head snapped over to Leo, who pressed on the gas. Confusion washed over my face, why did he speed up?

"Hey, Honey?" I asked him, looking over.

His expression was set in determination, his mouth quirking to the side in a smirk. "Hang on!" He said, letting his foot's weight rest on the pedal.

Was he actually going to speed into a field? There's no way. Although the determined glare said otherwise. My hand flew into the air and grasped the 'oh shit' handle. "Leo," I warned.

"We'll be fine!" He yelped, now flooring it.

Houses and people flew past us, almost making my head-spin. "Leonardo!" My grip tightened. My heart rate started to escalate, in a few moments it would be pounding against my ribcage.

"Trust me!" Was all he said, his dirty blonde hair being whipped around by the air. His eyes started to shine, if that was at all more possible.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe the calm look in his eye or, maybe it was because I loved him but I trusted him. I trusted him completely.

Thank God this was a dead end street.

The transition from concrete to grass made the car jerk. Leo swiftly wrenched the wheel to his left, making both our bodies tug to one side. A screech left my throat as the car spun full throttle, but somehow Leo kept it all under control.

The car spun to a stop. Once the car had stopped, Leo and I started giggling. I knew he would somehow keep us safe.

"See? 'Ya just had to trust me." He looked over at me, a bright smile flashing across his face. "C'mon, our picnic dinner is going bad."

#leonardo dicaprio #leo dicaprio #leonardo #90s men #my writting #fic writing #wolf of wall street #young leonardo dicaprio #young leo dicaprio #leonardo dicapro hot #leo dicaprio imagine #imagines #leo x reader #leonardo x reader

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hypn0sssss · 3 months

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Happy Valentine's Day!

This is my @milgram-valentines-exchange gift for @thatbiblicallyaccuraterat !!

This was really fun to write! I haven't written either Amane nor Mahiru before, so I hope I did good with staying in character! Also, sorry if the formatting is weird lol! I hope you like it!! :D

TW for mention of Kotoko's attacks and Amane-typical religious themes

“Amane-chan!”

Amane had been sitting in her cell when she hears a familiar, cheery voice from outside. She turns to see Prisoner 006, Mahiru Shiina at her door. She's still in her wheelchair, like she has been since Yuzuriha's attacks. She smiles at Amane, waving at her with her non-bandaged arm.

“Are you busy? I need your help with something, if you don't mind!”

Amane doesn't know what to say. Shiina is rather pure, in a way that stands out in such a sinful world. But isn't she a sinner as well? Allowing herself to let that sinful doctor to ruin her trial like that, with no defiance whatsoever.

But… the way Shiina smiles at her, Amane can't help but want to help her. Despite the misdeeds done against her by Es and Yuzuriha, she's still smiling wide. But that doesn't fully hide the pain in her expression.

Amane relents, standing up from her bed.

“...What do you need, Mahiru Shiina?”

Shiina somehow smiles even wider. She rolls over to Amane. “I want to make a gift for everyone!”

“A gift?”

Shiina nods. “I asked the warden for some bracelet making supplies! And they got some for me, but… it's hard to make them by myself.” She gestures to her slinged arm.

Amane hesitates. She sees no use in making such childish things!

…But the way Shiina looks at her, with such determination in her eyes and such a bright smile, Amane can't help but relent.

Not because she wants to make bracelets or anything silly like that. Not at all. She pities Shiina, that's all.

“Amane-chan?”

“...Fine.”

Once again, Shiina somehow smiles wider. Any pain that was once in her expression seems to disappear, replaced with the brightness of her smile.

“Thank you, Amane-chan!”

There's a moment of slightly awkward silence between the two. Then, Shiina chuckles awkwardly.

“Ah, could you please push me to my cell?”

Amane lets out a sigh and pushes Shiina’s wheelchair back to her cell. When they get there, Shiina gets comfortable on her bed, and Amane sits on the floor. Shiina hands her the bracelet stuff, and starts to tell her what to do.

….

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Amane was supposed to be telling Shiina about the sins she's committing by letting the sinful Kirisaki Shidou treat her. Telling Shiina that she should let her trial run naturally, and not to interfere. That's what the rules of God say.

But she's not doing that. She's sitting on the floor, doing childish crafts, letting Shiina pick out the colors that she wants for each prisoner’s bracelet.

She had finished Sakurai’s and Kashiki’s. She was now working on Kajiyama’s. Shiina had picked shades of red and orange for his.

Amane had never made bracelets before. It turns out that it is just a tedious repetition of putting colored beads in patterns.

Shiina hums rhythms that Amane does not recognize. It must be some of that sinful music that mother tells her to avoid. But Shiina seems to be enjoying it, so Amane will let it slide. Just this once.

She's almost done with Kajiyama’s bracelet when Shiina speaks up.

“You're very good at this, Amane-chan! Are you sure you haven't done this before?”

“No, I have not.”

She puts the last bead on the bracelet, tying the knot on the bracelet. Double knotted. That's what Shiina has said.

“Well, that's impressive! You're impressive Amane-chan!”

Amane looks away. She feels slightly patronized, but her voice is so sincere that Amane can't find it in herself to tell Shiina off.

Why is Amane feeling like this? Is she growing weak?

There's an awkward silence for a while. She grabs another piece of string as Shiina realizes that Amane isn't going to answer.

“Ah, anyways! For Muu-chan’s bracelet, I was thinking…”

…

The monotonous pattern of bracelet making happens again as she finishes Kusunoki’s bracelet.

“That looks great, Amane-chan!” Mahiru smiles wide once again. “For Shidou-kun’s bracelet-”

“No.” Amane interrupts. She already felt immature doing these extremely crafts, but she draws the line at making something for such a horrible sinner.

“But, Amane-chan-”

“We refuse.”

Shiina seems to notice the change in Amane's tone and word choice, because she drops the topic. “Alright. Then for Kazui-kun’s bracelet, I was thinking these nice teals over here!”

The words come out before Amane could stop them. “What about your's, Shiina?”

Shiina seems surprised for a moment before she answers. “You can call me Mahiru, Amane-chan!” When Amane doesn't answer, she continues. “These are supposed to be gifts! It's kind of silly to make a gift for yourself!”

That logic doesn't make much sense to Amane. “...I'm making the bracelets though, Shiina. Pick some colors.”

She doesn't know why she's doing this. She wants this childish activity to be over, doesn't she? Why is she prolonging this?

“Are you sure, Amane-chan?”

No, she's not. “Yes, I am.”

“Ah, then this orange… and this yellow, please!” She points to the colors. Amane gathers the colors and starts making the bracelet.

The room as silent as Amane starts the routine again. Put a bead on, put a bead of the other color on. Shiina watches in silence as Amane continues.

In what feels like no time at all, Amane finishes the bracelet. After making sure the knot was tight enough, she gets up from her spot on the floor. Her legs are slightly sore from sitting for so long.

She walks over to Shiina's bed. “Hold out your wrist.”

Shiina smiles, but there's some hesitation in her smile. Amane doesn't know why.

“Amane-chan, you didn't have to…”

“It is too late for that, Shiina. Please hold out your wrist.”

After a moment, Shiina follows Amane's instructions, holding out her uninjured wrist. Amane slips the bracelet on with care.

Shiina rotates her wrist, admiring the bracelet. She then turns to Amane, once again smiling wide. “Thank you so much, Amane-chan! This is so cute!”

“...There is no need for gratitude.”

…

After that, Amane continued making the bracelets. She finishes Mukuhara’s and Kayano’s with no problems, and was eventually convinced by Shiina to make one for Yuzuriha. Why would Shiina want to make one for Yuzuriha despite what happened? Amane can't figure it out. Shiina is too kind for her own good.

“Thank you so much for this, Amane-chan!”

Amane finishes packing up the bracelet making materials. “It was nothing.”

“Don't say that, Amane-chan!” Shiina reaches for something in her pocket. Amane didn't realize that Mahiru's uniform even had pockets. “I have something, as a thanks! Come here!”

Amane tilts her head in confusion, but stands up. She walks over to the bed, where Mahiru was.

“Now, hold out your hand!”

When Amane holds out her hand, Shiina pulls out a bracelet. It is… nice. The different shades of green seem to match her hair.

Shiina smiles wider as she puts it on Amane's wrist. “I had asked Mikoto-kun it help me make it!”

“Thank you, Shiina.”

As she said this, a chime rang through the prison. It is time for bed.

“Thank you so much for this again, Amane-chan! This meant a lot!"

“...It was no problem, Shiina.” Then Amane left the room.

Maybe making bracelets with Shiina wasn't as childish and tedious as Amane thought.

#milgram #milgram valentine's day exchange #amane momose #mahiru shiina #my writing

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static-errorcode-13 · 3 months

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part two

featuring

@the-random-creechur, me, @darkleafblack, @toffeechad, @bobateablue, @sleepypillowynight, @demondevilevil, @smoken-bagel, @phobiiii, @coolkiwiyummy, @woodrocko

Pillowy: HELP! I TOLD DEMON I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Phobiii, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Static: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

Beanie: You've been given a new job to do, but I'm worried it might make you angry.

Phobiii: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.

Beanie: You have to teach Bagel how to drive.

Phobiii: ...put the band-aid back on.

Demon: Happy birthday Pillowy! I'm your gift!

Pillowy, whispering to Slimebottle : Did you get the receipt, or do I have to keep them?

Pillowy: Help! I’m drowning!

Phobiii: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!

Pillowy: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

*While the Squad is in a battle*

Slimebottle , trying to warn about the location of an enemy: To the left!

Static: Take it back now y'all!

Pillowy: What's two plus two?

Slimebottle : Math.

Pillowy: ...I will accept that answer.

Demon: What kinds of sounds annoy you?

Bagel: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones?

Demon, now interested: Lets say imaginary.

Bagel: Spiders wearing flip flops.

Static: You're pathetic!

Nightmare berry: You're pathetic-er!

Kiwi : You're both losers.

Bagel: Good morning!

Bobatea, checking their watch: Correct.

Bobatea: Goddamn it, the printer broke while printing out Pillowy's birthday invitations.

Static: Well, what are they supposed to say?

Bobatea: "Pillowy's birthday".

Static: So, what do they say instead?

Bobatea: "Pillowy’s bi".

Static:

Static: Works out either way.

Bobatea, texting Static: Static! Help I'm being kidnapped!

Static: Where are you?

Bobatea: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Static: I'll call Demon. Demon, answering their cell: Y'ello?

Static: Where's Bobatea? They texted me that they were being kidnapped.

Demon: Demon? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me-

Demon: Demon: I'll call you back. *Hangs up*

Demon: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD!

Bobatea: WHO ARE YOU!?

Bagel: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?

Slimebottle : Strong.

Beanie: Weak.

Phobiii: An idiot, is what your are.

Static: Can we go out to get icecream?

Phobiii: Did you ask Slimebottle ?

Static: They said no.

Phobiii: Then why did you ask me?

Static: They're not the boss of you.

Phobiii, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

Phobiii: *is visibly upset*

Pillowy: Phobiii, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

Pillowy: Did you wash the dishes?

Demon: I thought you wanted to do that...

Pillowy: *chuckles* You were WRONG.

Phobiii, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want?

Pillowy: Blue flavor!

Phobiii: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry?

Pillowy: Blue flavor! Blue flavor!

Phobiii: Blue is not a flavor!

Pillowy: BLUE FLAVOR!

Bobatea to Slimebottle : Turn that frown upside-down!

*a little while later*

Bobatea: What are you doing?

Slimebottle , trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it’s not working .

Bagel: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Beanie:

Beanie: Why are you eating dirt?

Bagel: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

Mp: Oh my Static.

Nightmare berry: Don't you mean 'oh my god'?

Mp: You worship your god, I'll worship mine.

Static: Beanie is so...

Kiwi : Annoying?

Slimebottle : Cute? Bagel: Funny?

Demon: Weird?

Static: I don't know, maybe if y'all let me FINISH for ONCE IN MY LIFE, I'd tell you!

Slimebottle : Pose as a team because SHIT JUST GOT REAL!

Pillowy: When I see initials carved into a tree with a heart I think it’s so romantic. Two lovers on a date... one of them carrying a knife for some reason.

Mp: What is wrong with you?

Pillowy: Many, many things...

Pillowy: And most of them are your fucking fault.

Demon: Phobiii doesn’t look very happy.

Beanie: That's their happy. They're just a bitch.

Pillowy: But that place is haunted.

Nightmare berry: Ghosts prey on fear. Just be confident!

Pillowy, marching into the haunted house I AM NOT SCARED! I AM NOT A PUSSY!

The end

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Long Way To The Truth

->cw: angst,mentions of ptsd, your usual Lucas stuff.

->chapter three: Arkansas pt2// Oklahoma.

->reblogs over likes.

A little weirded out,he packs up his stuff and leaves. The road before him its still pretty wet,so he drives slowly and taking Wheelers advice.

He could afford to take the day slow,to relax,just this once.

Most of the trip across Arkansans is pretty calm, just towns and towns. Some nice people,some mildly annoying ones,but its as normal as his trip could get.

The most interesting thing he had during the trip was while he was taking a break from Driving. The heat is not that bad at that moment, hes sitting on the floor of his van with a guitar in hand.

Said guitar wasnt his,it was Wheeler's. He was going to be their band's guitarist,it did go to wheeler's head for a few days, and he was a goddamn menace about It. He spent days bragging about how he would get all the chicks and leave the others with none. (To which Lucas would reply that the jokes on him because Lucas himself is Bisexual).

Regardless, he sits on the floor of the van,leaning Back on some of his bags and boxes and he starts to strum what few chords he remembers.

The strumming continues for a bit as his thoughts swirl to the beat of the song. Hes composed a few of songs before,kept them all to himself.

But around him theres not that Many people only the passing cars of the road, no-one is paying attention to him.

So,it Beggins in a humm,tuning his voice to the chords. He takes a deep breath and...

--See me and the boys

We got plans for what comes later

After the war

Got names for a band

And jobs for each other-- he sings,looking at his Journal,Open beside him where he has a picture of him and his Friends.

He was the youngest of his team, the platoon's Child that Wheeler fawned over like a mother hen. Even if his captain denied any favoritism, it was clear as day that if anything happened to Lucas,Alphonso wouldve totally commited a few war crimes.

--so,do you have any children?-- Lucas asked Alphonso once while they Ate lunch.-- you seem like ya do

--Nah,me n my Lady are waitin' for me to come back home to try. Ion wanna lose my baby's first steps or words. --Wheeler answered, eating a bite from his food-- but honestly I think at this Point we might as well adopt you

Lucas chuckles,a little embarassed but moved, he clears his throat trying to play it off-- c'mon Man,dont Rob me of the experience of being the cool uncle

--Fine fine I wont. On one condition-- his captains eyes had that look in his face, that mischevious glint that meant that he was going to thoroughly embarass him by being cheesy and sappy-- I get to be your best Man when you get married

The younger Man nodded-- deal,you better not embarass me infront of my future spouse though

--Cant make any promises,kiddo-- Alphonso replied with a teasing smirk.

God,those were the days.

--It feel really good, whoa

I'm crashing, I'm crashing down

Everyone's crashing

But as long as we're together-- he keeps singing, the memory sitting like a weight on his chest.

Maybe after this,he should check on Wheeler's wife,she was in a retirement home in Tennesee, he visited her during the anniversary of Wheeler's death and during the holidays,hes taken her to some of his family gatherings before.

To this day,she maintains that hes the son she and Alphonso never had, Hence why he has Wheeler's guitar and some of his memorabilia.

Anger,regret, sadness and grief pour from his voice as he sings each word,a little shaky and weak--Ooh, and the drummer plays

A beat too long and the whole damn song

Starts to fall apart

Ooh, by show of hands

The group disbands, and they won't be back

By popular demand

"Im with you,every step of the way. Keep going,kid"

Those words echo in his mind, and it almost feels like Wheeler is showing him New chords he didnt know with the way that his fingers press down on different parts of the guitar's neck. They just sort of come to him.

Its like he can almost hear him say "Like this- no youre doing it wrong,that finger goes here. Atta boy"

--Believe it now, believe it then

As long as you believe it when

It comes knocking, it comes knocking for your friends

Between the times we used to spend

And now the feeling never bends

I noticed and I notice it again-- he sings,pouring his feelings into the dragging of the words. The strumming becomes a lot more fluid,Like an actual song hes played over,and over again.

He even gets a small Disney princess moment because a few of the critters like birds and squirrels get closer to him to hear what hes playing

But putting his feelings into words is really good for his anguish,it makes him feel a lot lighter and at ease with that constant maelstorm of unresolved issues. He eventually does put away the guitar and grabs his Journal,as much as it stings him je writes down a little item that says "get a therapist ( a good one)".

The only reason hes considering seeing a therapist again is because of Wheeler, he needs to take the reigns of his mental health somehow. The worlds huge,this country was huge, there has to be at least one therapist that Will hear him out.

Right after that,he resumes his Driving. And by nightfall hes already in Oklahoma,which does help him quite a bit with his anxiety.

During the night, he found himself a nice parkinglot to park,a little in the shadows of the streelights. Hes currently writing down on his Journal before going to bed.

"Diary entry #200.

Already in Oklahoma,im so sick of Driving so much. Theres still a few days until I reach Milton-Haven, but I also find myself enjoying the trip, havent been outside for this long in a good while.

It feels just like the hunting road trips me and my dad would do every year when I was a kid.

I think im going to find a room for the night tonight, despite the fact that I might need to sleep on the floor. But it would be great to not half freeze my ass for one night.

Regardless, heres my to do list for when I get to MH.

•find a place to stay.

•find a job (prefferably a quiet sort of job)

•research about Mayer and possible facilities they May own. (Visit town hall)

•find documents about AR.

• find a therapist (A good one)."

After that,he closes the Journal and goes to bed. Lately,as hes been able to think about his past and process it, hes had less run Ins with bad dreams and his PTSD related. He low key hates how actually confronting his emotions helps.

But regardless of that,his sleep goes uninterrupted, and Next morning he continued his trip after getting breakfast.

Nothing of note happens thruought the day. The night however does bring Lucas something interesting, as he entered the bar, he noted the stage was getting ready for a performance.

And as he eats dinner he can hear the supposed band members argue over him

--Goddamnit,He cancelled?--A guy asked,sounding exhasperated.

--Its the third time this week!-- a girl added-- explain to me where are we getting a damn drummer now?!

--We cant cancell this gig- I cant afford it-- another guy says.

Lucas sighs,scratching the back of his neck. Was he really going to do this? He could just nope out,not his circus not his monkeys. It would be exposing himself to a large crowd,there could be some goverment agent in there and-.

--I dont get why we even made this band in the first place! -- the girl said-- stupid fucking- I cant fucking belive it. Its a waste of damn time

Fine,fuck,guess hes doing this.

After he eats dinner,he goes to talk with the band. Telling them who he is and that hes good at drums,and in their desesparation the band accepts.

--Im isabell--says the girl-- im the vocalist of the Group, this is Leon, hes the bassist and this is Jay the guitarrist.

Lucas wouldve Flinched if he heard that a few days ago,but for some reason now hes a lot more at ease when the memory of Alphonso pops out.

--Nice to make yer acquaintance, what song are yall playin'?

Isabell scratches the back of her neck-- we're uh playing the Trooper by iron maiden

A smile appears on the face of the ex soldier-- neat,I know the chords to that song. I really like it actually

--Oh thank god-- the main singer exclaims-- de can go fix up the Seat for you n all, we gotta get ready anyway

--Sounds great, lets do it then

Lucas cant help but look at the main three of the band as they get ready and tune their instruments. He can tell theyve been Friends for a while because of the way they interact, he smiles fondly at the sight,wondering if him and his Friends wouldve been the same way if they ever did manage to form that band that they wanted to form.

Before the show,Isabell seems a little anxious as she warms up her voice, It makes him feel for her as she sits on the steps to the stage as she looks down with this fearful look in her eyes. on a whim he decided to sit with her and talk, see if he could help.

--Hey, whats up?-- he asked,putting a hand on her shoulder.

--Ah nothing- stage Fright. I always get it before every show- theres a lotta people in here and it makes me nervous-- she explains, passing her hands across her face-- the owner said that if we do good tonight, we'll become The Band of the bar. Its huge for us you know?

He nodds-- yeah I get that, seems quite daunting-- his hands reach to Grab the dog tags hidden underneath his flannel-- but yknow after a lifetime of well, war, i-ive realized something. No matter how scared you are- its better to just- just do it rather than running away

--How did you deal with the Fear?--She asked,eyes setting on the dogtags. She seems a little distracted from her anguish.

--beside just doing the damn thing even if I was shittin' myself internally?-- he asked, and at that she laughed and nodded-- had really good Friends-- he nodds towards her bandmates-- for..-for me it was my captain -- he takes a deep breath as he considers what hes about to do-- for you? Its leon and Jay, im a pretty observant guy and ive seen the way yall act together. Im sure those boys would follow you to the ends of the earth if you just asked. So dont be afraid to reach out- here,gimme your hand

A little curious and quite moved,she offers his hand as he takes off his dogtags and places them on her palm-- hopefully this helps, I have one of the tags of my captain on that chain. And since yer singing The Trooper, its only appropiate you have something army related.

Isabell smiles,putting on the dogtags. The weight of the metal is oddly soothing-- Thanks, Lucas.

He smiles and pats their back-- s'nuthin.-- he stands up and dusts himself off-- c'mon kid,lets get the show started -- he helps her up and smiles reassuringly.

Soon,the show starts. Lucas hits the drumsticks together, marking the beat of the song before he starts playing,leon and Jay join in and so the instrumental begins.

The vocalist presses her hand against the dogtags as she gets ready to sing, she feels the warm metal against her palm, takes a deep breath and looking upon the semi crowded room begins singing.

--You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too

You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through

So when you're waiting for the next attack

You'd better stand, there's no turning back-- and damn, shes quite good at it. She follows along to the melody with no issue, her voice doesnt break or falter as the lyrics flow in the air like mist.

Lucas gets a smile on his face that grows bigger and bigger as the Group gets more and more into the song.

And he cant help but laugh internally at how impressed the crowd looks at the performance of the band. One dude looks particularly impressed, and he wonders If thats the owner of the gig.

--The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run

The mighty roar of the Russian guns

And as we race towards the human wall

The screams of pain as my comrades fall-- isabell has put her soul into her singing, as if a siren was the vocalist of a metal band.

Theres a catharsis in the way theyre playing the song, especially for Lucas who can relate more than most to the lyrics. He doesnt hold back either and he plays as if nobody is watching, all he can hope for is that he doesnt break the drum set.

By the end of the show the crowd is a mess of cheering and screaming, Jay and Leon pick up their vocalist friend and sort of throws her up to then catch it again.

Isabell is all smiles as she talks to a man afterwards, the one he correctly guessed to be the owner.

In that moment he gets ready to leave, but as he makes his way to the van, the band stops him.

--Lucas hold on!--says Leon, running up to him.

--Hey yall, whats up?--He asked.

--Two things-- the vocalist girl says,outta breath, taking off the dogtags-- these and-

--You wanna be part of our band?--Jay asked Straight up,gaining a glare from his friends-- what?! You two were going to make a whole fanfarre over it. So id rather just ask

Lucas shifts his gaze between the three of them,pretty amused. He puts on his dogtags and answers-- ah im sorry,I cant. Im on a sort of moving to Washington,gonna visit an old friend while im at it and 'm already runnin' late.

--Shame-- Isabell answered, a little dissappinted-- but-but thank you,you literally saved us-

--S'nuth--the ex soldier doesnt finish his phrase before Isabell gives him a big tight hug. He hugs back a little confused but endeared.

--This band has been her dream-- leon explains once the girl pulls back from the embrace-- means a lot to her- to us. Even if we dont have any names for our band yet

--Well see that I can help with-- Lucas said with a smirk-- yall remind me of me and my war buddies, we talked about a band once and we wanted to call ourselves "the ragtags" 'cuz we came from all 'round the US. Since that bands never happening,i leave it up to yall youngsters to Carry the torch for me- us

The three look at eachother and nodd enthusiastically-- Will do,take care dude-- says leon,shaking Lucas' hand, so does Jay.

--You too,all of you -- he replied,to then adress isabell and say-- and you have one hell of a voice, by the way.

In that instant,isabell goes red as a tomato, to which Jay rolls his eyes a little. -- a uhm thanks, hey do you uhm m-

Jay and leon Grab their friend and slowly drags her away, she kicks and complains trying to get out of their grasp. --YOU ASSHOLES I WAS GONNA ASK FOR HIS NUMBER.

--Leave the guy alone!--Leon Shouts.

--HES GODDAMN CUTE. --isabell yells back.

Jay looks thoroughly embarassed and exclaims a quick-- SORRY--at Lucas before dragging her into the bar.

Lucas stands there mistified, a little flustered. --Yep,still got it-- he mutters with a smirk before grabbing his keys and getting into his van to drive to a motel nearby.

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Theoretical - Nigel Imagine (Charlie Countryman)

Title: Theoretical

Pairing: Nigel X Reader

Word Count: 787 words

Warning(s): mentions of violence

Summary: (Y/n) and Nigel had an interesting habit of running into each other. Nigel thinks it's some kind of a sign. (Y/n) has other theories.

Author's Note: I found an excuse to ramble about psychology! Hell yeah! (Oh, if you didn't know, I'm a psych student)

Also, I don't know if I captured his character at all.

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"We need to stop meeting like this, my dear."

I would've rolled my eyes at Nigel's comment if it wasn't for the wound in my arm.

"I've got you," he promised, helping me off the ground. "There you go. Let's get that taken care of."

We did have a tendency to meet like this. Somehow in a mess of action, Nigel and I would be found face-to-face. One of us usually hurt. I would help him get better. He would help me get better.

Over the course of our meetings, we grew closer.

I knew how I felt about him. His flirting seemed to make it very clear how he felt about me.

But there was enough happening. Our lives were much easier without relying on each other. No one needs a weak point. Why volunteer for it?

I kept my distance. I would shut him down whenever I needed to. Not harshly. Just firmly.

It all seemed to take a turn this time. It was different. I could tell.

I was sitting on a sink counter in a shitty motel room. Nigel was grabbing the first aid kit that I carried everywhere.

"Your commitment to this little first aid kit is almost admirable," he said as he walked into the bathroom.

"You say that like it doesn't get the job done," I muttered.

He grinned, chuckling at me, "I'm shocked you haven't run out of supplies."

"I keep it stocked just for our run-ins."

"How sweet," he replied. I rolled my eyes at him. "Maybe we could get better supplies if we just stayed together."

I scoffed.

"Move your shirt off of the wound," he instructed before I could respond with something sarcastic.

"There's this effect," I said as Nigel cleaned the wound on my arm. "Misattribution of arousal. Our bodies are sent into aroused states and then we see someone. Our brains associate that aroused state with the person, essentially ignoring the other cause."

"So, my attraction isn't attraction..."

"It's because we were just in a high-stress situation."

He hummed, "You're wrong."

"How so?"

"I feel the same emotions for you when we're not in 'high-stress' situations."

"Have we interacted outside of a high-stress situation," I chuckled.

"Have we not?"

I shook my head.

"Well, that's just no good then."

I scoffed as he finished wrapping my arm.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," I shrugged it off before looking down at my arm. "Thank you for your help. I'm gonna head home."

"Wait," he asked as I made my way to the door. "Do you really think all of this is just that misattribution thing?"

I paused, grinning, "I didn't say that."

He raised an eyebrow at me, a small smirk sitting on his face.

I sighed, "Humans are... horrendously complex. Every rule or effect has exceptions. Every social effect, every theory surrounding personality, all of it has gaps. Giving finite answers is almost impossible. I... I just simply can't give you a complete answer."

"I don't think it is."

Nigel walked over to me and grabbed my hand.

"What are the other causes of attraction?"

"Reward theory," I said. "We are usually more attracted to people we associate with good things. Rewarding experiences. We tend to go for people similar to us. There's actually very little evidence to support the 'opposites attract' thing. There are obvious like physical attractiveness. There's the mere exposure effect, granted that has exceptions- what are you doing?"

Nigel had stepped closer. He was close. Far too close. It made my heartbeat speed up.

"You son of a bitch," I scoffed, trying to play off any nervousness. "Try to make me ramble so you could get closer."

"I would never," he replied sarcastically. "Just wanted to find something to use against your misattribution of arousal theory."

"I did just say that I couldn't claim that's all there was."

"You are attracted to me."

I sighed, "Nigel-"

He cupped the sides of my face. Any comment or argument I had died on my tongue.

"I don't want any explanations or reasons or excuses," he muttered. "I want a chance."

"A chance?"

"A real chance."

I leaned in and kissed him gently. It was brief. Hesitant. Nigel seemed okay with that. At least that's the impression I got from his smile as I leaned back.

"I never thought you'd be a romantic," I muttered.

"Maybe you should let me prove you wrong."

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Maybe."

With that, I pulled the door to the room open and walked out. He didn't follow me or try to stop. He respected the 'maybe' because he knew that it meant he had a far better chance than he did a while ago.

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atlasscrumpit · 2 years

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Loki x reader

Wither

You were asleep in your bed like usual, your body was weak.

"Lady, Y/N." You heard a voice say as you opened your eyes to see Thor.

"Thor, it's good to see you." You said making him smile softly.

"I wanted to tell you that Loki is back." He said as you smiled, but you knew there was remorse in his voice.

"I need to see him." You said beginning to get up, but Thor quickly stopped you.

"Y/N, you need to stay in bed." He said as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Thor, please. I haven't seen him since I thought he died, I know he committed crimes, but I still love him. He has to know my time is limited." You said as Thor looked at you sadly.

"Okay, lady Y/N. I'll help you down." He said, quickly grabbing a coat and helping you stand up.

He wrapped the coat around your shoulders before you left the stale room.

"Perhaps while the doctor isn't looking you could also take me to the gardens." You said making Thor chuckle softly.

"As long as you keep it a secret."

You eventually made it down to the prisons where they were holding Loki.

"Loki." Thor called out.

"You're wasting your time, brother." Loki growled before turning around and seeing you.

"Y/N, it's best if you just let go of what he had." He said as you looked at him sadly.

"May we have a moment?" You asked looking to Thor as he nodded.

"I'll stay close, just call me if you need anything." He said before leaving.

"I see in my absence you took a liking to Thor." He grumbled jealously as you sighed.

"My love, that's far from the truth and you know it. A lot has changed since you left. I've missed you so much." You whispered, slowly shuffling towards the cell.

"I've changed too, for the worse this time." He grumbled as you looked up at him sadly.

"You could change into anything and I would still love you just the same." You said as he looked down at you.

"Then you're a fool, destined to have your heart broken." He growled as you smiled sadly.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you? I wish I could've been there. Loki, I don't have much time left in Asgard." You replied making him look at you in confusion.

"Where are you going?" He asked as your smile slowly faded.

"Valhalla, hopefully." You said before his tough exterior melted away and you saw the man you fell in love with.

"Y/N." He whispered with sadness in his eyes.

"It's okay, love. I've been sick for quite some time and I've come to terms with it. I'm ready to go, I just thank every power there is that I got to see you before I left." You said as you saw tears stream down his face.

"Thor! You oaf! Let me out! Just for a moment!" Loki shouted as he cried.

Thor came back and looked at you both sadly.

"Keep this between us." He said before the force field around Loki disappeared.

Thor helped you step up into the cell and you wrapped your arms around Loki, fearing that if you let go you'd never hold him again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I wish I'd never left, I wish I would've been right by your side." He whispered through his tears as you held him close, trying to hold in your own tears.

"It's okay, my love. I don't blame you for even a moment, I love you more than words could ever describe. I can't imagine what they did to you." You whispered as Loki held onto you for dear life.

"I can't go on without you, Y/N." He whispered as you smiled softly and pulled away.

You reached up and wiped away his tears.

"You can, love. I know how strong you are." You said as Loki forced a smile for you.

"How long?" He whispered, closing his eyes.

"The healers say I won't make it last the winter." You said as he nodded.

"There's still some time. Thor, please you have to let me spend these last moments with her. I will serve any punishment I need, but for now, I need to care for her like she deserves." Loki begged his brother, you looked at Thor and you could see the sympathy in his eyes.

"I'll see what I can do. For now, I believe Y/N wanted to go for a walk through the gardens." Thor said making you smile, Thor gestured for you to both leave.

Loki held you close and supported you as you walked.

"Tell me what happened, my love." You whispered to Loki as you made it up to the halls of the castle.

"There's time for that later, darling. Right now I just want to be with you, without anything else on my mind." He whispered, kissing your hands softly.

"Now I believe the Lady requested to see the gardens." He said making you chuckle softly.

"Lead the way, my love."

(just a Lil wholesome one)

#Loki #Mcu #Marvel #Loki x reader #Fluff #Wholesome #Thor

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