#with things like this i have always always never been first pick or biggest preference or the priority and just a second best or less
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"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic
Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader
Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Word Count: i lost count. it's big.
| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy <;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!
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Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you weren’t even ready to admit to yourself. You haven’t been in Hell long, that’s true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths.
He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadn’t share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.
Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you.
He seemed more… on edge today. His red eyes glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room.
“Don’t go near that creepy motherfucker today, he’s about to lose it.” Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the “crazy sign” near his head
“Isn’t he always creepy and about to lose it?” Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.
“I’m telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, he’s just waiting for someone to give him the excuse” Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.
“Uh. Well, about that, I think it’s time we rescue Charlie”
As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming.
“Hey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotel’s… personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Let’s do it!” Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.
“Guess that’s my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!” Charlie’s overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness.
Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastor’s neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didn’t inherit a death wish from your previous ones.
And as quick as it started, it was over.
Alastor just said a creepy “hm” turned on his hell, and walked away.
It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlie’s bonding exercises, who knows with this place.
“I told ya’ll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psycho’s way”
Angel’s voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybody’s life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon.
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They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasn’t listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasn’t looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it.
Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair.
Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward.
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You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. “Stop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourself” you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlie’s “special stationary stapler” out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen.
Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine.
“My dear, did you just hurt yourself?” Alastor’s voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. That’s it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.
Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. “Oh no worries alastor, it’s just a small cut, i can manage!” you give him your most confident smile.
Alastor’s head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger.
“Nonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dear” He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isn’t too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth weren’t in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first.
He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin.
Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. He’s gonna bite off your fing-
“Would you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors me”
You must have said yes at some point, you don’t really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed you, answering his request to “please follow him”. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors.
This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting “dead woman walking, dead woman walking”.
“Keep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost there” he gently commands you, too gently… it feels almost… soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash.
He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.
the door locks behind you.
if i’m being murdered, at least i’m being murdered with class.
“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to murder you” Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence.
“Oh fuck, i said that out loud, didn’t I?” you blurted out
“Yes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time i’m in the room”
Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. He’s not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and he’s going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you can’t follow a single coherent train of thought. You don’t even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.
Twice now, in a sing-song voice.
Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???
“Ah hahah! You’re back.” Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.
“I don’t like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?”
Again, you don’t really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that “X” on his forehead always there?
“I asked if you know what you are doing to me” static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastor’s clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-
“You see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.” He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. “Good thing right now there’s nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, pet”
You want this. There’s no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. You’ve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it.
Fuck it, you are in hell, there’s nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. He’s waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission.
“Take my breath away, Alastor”
Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you can’t be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didn’t miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious.
Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldn’t be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and there’s no going back.
“Strip” he orders. You want to say to him that you can’t take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesn’t: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demon’s arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.
It’s humiliating, it’s dangerous, it’s hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.
Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard.
You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.
Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.
“Now now, we should establish some rules for this, pet” Alastor’s hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie
“Rule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you can’t take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take it” He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it.
“ Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matter” He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic lover’s eyes your skin burns.
“Rule three: don’t you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or else…” static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. “Understood?” Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. It’s overbearing, it’s ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.
He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. You’ve barely started and you are already being bad. “yes alastor, yes.. but please don’t stop” the soft whimper leaves your lips.
“lovely.” he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you won’t be able to take all of him.
His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if he’s already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you don’t care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.
“My my, what do we have here” his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasing
“I don’t think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, pet” he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didn’t really know he had in him, making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you don’t know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you don’t feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down.
Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood.
“you do make a mess of yourself, don’t you? you just can’t help it” he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasn’t going to notice. “no no no what did I say?” he snaps angrily, he’s eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet “pop”, you feel like crying at the emptiness. “please please alastor, don’t stop” you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. “did I say you could hold back? don’t pretend like you aren’t a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we haven’t even really started”
his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. It’s so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. “please Alastor” you beg again, nothing but a small whisper
“I would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules… i’m afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard way”
Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs.
His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And he’s not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver.
Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. He’s gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control.
The look on his face says it all, he’s gonna take it out on you and you can’t do nothing about it.
You don’t have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, he’s the Radio Demon, he’s the one in charge and you are his prey.
Alastor starts to slowly enter you, he’s trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesn’t want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined he would, if he had more time to work on you.
You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now “HoLY FUCK ALASTOR” you scream. It’s already too much.
“There’s nothing holy about this my dear. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to break you” and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain “you won’t be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for it”. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more.
The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. He’s growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you.
Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly he’s even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure.
He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesn’t even have to ask.
Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. “Alastor, please please let me come” you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.
“Don’t. You. Dare” he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. “I beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please please”
You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.
“Don’t strike deals you don’t know you can fulfill, pet” his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. “I promise Alastor, anything”. Alastor laughs.
his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief “you may come now, sweet doe” and that’s it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastor’s monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.
Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.
“i can’t take it, i can’t take it!”
Alastor doesn’t care. “I told you not to make deals if you can’t hold them, didn’t I?” You don’t answer, you can’t. you can’t to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. “but you are such a little cockslut for me that you can’t help it. What a shame”
He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. “you will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take it” static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you can’t think coherently. Even this pain of being broken feels good.
Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you don’t know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. “alastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just can’t” the tears sting your eyes and stain your face.
Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening “oh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One more” his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.
Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth.
“Oh we can’t have you being this loud can we?” his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. “what would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?”
You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesn’t stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. “weren’t you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. I’ve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about this” Alator’s breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. “ungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you don’t even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??”
You can’t think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. “alastor i’m so sorry, i know i don’t deserve it” you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off “but can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Al” his thrusts are truly erratic now. He’s close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to notice
“please” you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again
“Good girl, you can come now”
instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like it’s going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastor’s cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You don’t know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture.
You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep.
The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“Oh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doe”
You might be dreaming now.
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You weren’t dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.
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Dirt Bike Racer Fem! Reader x Brozone (+ Poppy)
(TYSM for all the love, request, and followers guys!! The little comments y’all be putting on your request and under my post make me wanna tear up a lil bit 🤧)
John Dory:
- Finds it incredibly hot that you’re a (famous) dirt bike racer
- Didn’t know you were a female at first until you took off your helmet and revealed your (GORGEOUS) self
- Never thought he had a chance with you tbh :(
- But then realizes HE’S JOHN DORY, THE LEADER, J.D and gets the courage to ask you out (however that story ends up is up to you)
- When you guys finally end up together his heart is content
- Although sometimes he feels that he has to go beyond his expectations because his girlfriend is literally a dirt bike racer!
- So yes his ego is hurt a little bit (but he’ll never stop loving you so don’t even worry)
- He would love to take your motorcycle for a ride all day
- And if he doesn’t know how to ride one yet (which I doubt) he will (put his ego aside and) ask for lessons (don’t tell anyone though)
- Definitely getting matching cycles
Spruce:
- Kinda thinks you’re a walking hazard/danger sign at first
- But Bruce believes the heart wants what the heart wants and it wanted you
- Has to get used to the loud noises your motorcycle makes when you take off anywhere, but eventually gets over it
- Loves riding on the motercycle with you after a couple months
- Has you under a oath to never speak about the time he tried to take it for a ride by himself with zero experience (🫢)
- Makes sure the keys (or anything that the lock can be picked with) for the motorcycle are always out of reach if you decide to have kids
- Doesn’t mind you taking the kids for a ride (but they have to be 10 or older 😢)
- Definitely wears a shirt that says ‘My wife is a famous dirt bike racer, how about you?’
Clay:
- You definitely bring out the fun in him (and he hates that at first)
- You met him during his serious boy Clay get up so at first he didn’t take you too seriosuly
- But when he learns it’s ok to loosen up, he found himself falling for you (he been loved you, he’s just embracing it now)
- Wants to be on your motorcycle more than you do
- Definitely already knew how to ride one (he was fun boy Clay soooo)
- Teach him all the crazy tricks in the book, he’ll end up mastering them all
- Please convince this man to wear a helmet cause if you don’t , he’s not even touching one
- Screaming all types of things while on the bike
“I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND!”
Floyd:
- It’s a little weird with Floyd
- Like he loves and supports the fact that you’re a dirt bike racer but he doesn’t think about it too much (at least for the first part of the relationship)
- Secretly terrified of the roaring of your engine behind his calm smile
- You didn’t realize he was either until one day he walked into your garage and you started it up, causing him to completely fall onto his back
“Oh my gosh Floyd are you ok?
“Yea bab- yeah I’m fine…”
- Unlike the other boys, you have to convince him to ride on your bike
- Sit him in front of you so he’s convinced you won’t leave him behind :(
-Eventually he learns to enjoy it to some degree (still prefers the car tho if you know what I mean)
- Attends every event you have with the biggest “____’s #1 FAN!” sign anyone there can bring, and please don’t let him find out if someone is trying to show him up 😭
Branch:
- Ok let’s be honest if you met him during his first Trolls movie phase, he would actually despise you (at least at first)😭
- The nerve he’d think you’d have to turn on your loud engine while the village could possibly be hunted down by bergens
- After the first movie events and knowing everyone’s fine and well, he starts to show some interest
- You may or may not catch him at one or two or all of your events
- He can’t decide if he wants to ride your bike or not
- Like you’ll offer to take him for a ride and every time he’s just like:
“Well- like…um- ye- well actually, wait no, actually…maybe- well…”
- It’s to the point where if you want him to go with you, you’re gonna need to snatch him on and put the helmet on his head
- Since he’s one of the few trolls that knows about the internet, he made a fan account for you where he uploads all your clips, and makes sweet commentary and deletes all hate comments and possibly comments “____ is better” on fan accounts for any opposing riders
Poppy:
- You might have to run away from this girl at first
- Begs to ride your bike before you’re even together
- And when she is with you like Bruce she feels the need to take it upon herself to try and ride the bike
- Let’s just say she enjoyed your physical attention and the way you kissed her “boo-boo’s” afterwards
- So by the time she heals you’ve learned to take Poppy for frequent rides
- Has no shame in asking for lessons at all
- Definitely asks you to take, her, and Viva for a joyride
- Let’s the whole pop village know that her girlfriend is a famous dirt bike rider (as if they don’t already know 💀)
“Oh you’re boyfriend’s a baker? That’s crazy cause my girlfriends a dirt bike racer!”
“No way she’s a CEO? Mine ride’s a dirt bike, and she’s well know!”
“You’re girlfriends a top secret spy for the biggest agents in the world? That’s insane, my girlfriend rides a dirt bike!”
#trolls#trolls band together#request#brozone x reader#brozone#john dory#john dory x reader#bruce trolls#bruce x reader#clay x reader trolls#clay trolls#floyd trolls#floyd x reader#branch trolls#branch x reader#poppy trolls#poppy x reader#trolls headcanons#trolls 3#trolls x reader#trolls 3 x reader
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come alive
pairing: poe dameron x reader
kiss prompt: #22 …in a rush of adrenaline
warnings: 2.0k wc. mentions of violence, shooting, weapons. curse words.
notes: thank you to the lovely anon for submitting this prompt! i decided to make this its own post bc i wrote quite a lot. also i haven't watched star wars/written for poe in a hot minute so pls be nice to me lol. hope you like it!
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“What’s the escape plan?”
At the question, Poe shoots you an odd look that is quite concerning. “Escape plan?”
“Yeah, the escape pla—oh my god,” you say in a hushed whisper, blinking at him. “You don’t have one.”
“I don’t have one yet. Don’t worry, I’ll come up with something quick and then—”
“—and then we get captured, locked up behind bars to rot or until they decide to—”
Your ramblings are cut short when Poe puts a hand over your mouth, gently shushing you. Three stormtroopers approach the stack of oversized crates, shrouded in darkness due to the absence of sun at this late hour.
You freeze and hold your breath, waiting for them to pass. Fortunately, they march right by without problem, oblivious to the fact that you two are hiding behind them.
As happy and relieved as you were when Poe first showed up to free you, you’re now back to thinking that you will die at the hands of the First Order. It’ll only be a matter of time until someone realizes their imprisoned Resistance spy has escaped. You’ll never get out of here, especially without a plan. You’re doomed.
You swallow thickly and try to distract yourself from the dread and panic clawing inside of you. You’re on the verge of hyperventilating. Glancing around wildly, you need to focus on something else. Anything.
Eventually, you have no choice but to settle on having your attention on the pilot’s stupidly handsome face. You keep your eyes on him, inhaling and exhaling deeply to gather your composure. All the while, you wonder— has he always been this good-looking up close? You have never realized how pretty of a shade his dark eyes are or how much they sparkle in the low light. You’ve never seen such thick and curly hair like his, and you have the biggest urge to card your fingers through it.
“Sweetheart, hey—relax,” Poe murmurs when you grow quiet on him, his watchful gaze flickering every now and then to check your surroundings. “Breathe. We got this.”
Poe has long dropped his hand from your mouth, but it remains on your face, cupping your cheek as he assesses you for any injuries. You feel your pulse pick up a beat. You’re sure it’s mainly from the threat of danger you’ve found yourself in. Certainly not because of Poe, your good friend, and crush ever since the day you joined the Resistance.
No, it definitely cannot be that.
“Okay,” you sigh out, nodding. You take a quick glance at the perimeter yourself this time, mostly to hide away from his gaze. “Now what? We can’t stay and hide here forever.”
“You’re right,” Poe agrees. He steps closer to you, his chest brushing against your back as he scans the area with you. “My ship’s past the tree line. Best course of action is to sneak out without alerting anyone. But if things don’t go our way, we use these.”
Slipped into your hand is a blaster. You take a deep breath and tighten your fingers around the grip. You hope it doesn’t come down to a shootout between you, Poe, and the dozens of armed guards patrolling the place. Violence isn’t really your strong suit. That’s why you preferred missions that involved laying low and gathering intel. Too bad your cover got blown on this assignment.
(And yes, you are still sore about that).
“I’m a shit shot, just a heads up,” you warn Poe. You turn around and bump into him, forgetting that there’s barely any space between you. He doesn’t make an effort to step away, and surprisingly, you don’t either.
Poe’s lips curl into a smug grin. He holds up his own weapon in his hand. “And I’m very much not. See, we’re a perfect match. On a scale of 1 to 10, how’d you rate my spur-of-the-moment escape plan?”
You bite back a chuckle and shake your head. Leave it to Poe to distract you from your worries, even if it only lasts a minute. In all seriousness, you have faith in him. He can be overly cocky sometimes, but he’s smart and skillful. You’ve seen and heard what he’s capable of. There’s a reason why you and plenty of others admire the hell out of him.
“I’d give it a 7.5, mainly ’cause I trust in your confidence too much. Plus, it’s not like we have other options.”
“That’s the spirit,” Poe beams. “Sorry if I worried you about not really thinking this through earlier. Once I found out you were being held out here, I kinda just... went for it, y’know? I didn’t have time to waste. I couldn’t let anything happen to you.”
You smile at him, ignoring how your cheeks are warming up against the crisp nighttime air. You’re touched by Poe’s statement. Grateful that you’ve crossed paths with someone like him. Who else would be this reckless and determined to dive into an impromptu rescue—or insane enough to risk their life to save yours?
The thought has your heart feeling tender, but you can’t get caught up in it at this moment. You and Poe need to make it out alive first. Fuck, now the nerves are starting to creep back in.
“Thank you. If we come back to the base both in one piece, dinner’s on me.”
“You mean when we get back,” he corrects. He holds his hand out for yours. “Deal. It’s a date. Alright, you ready?”
Poe’s question almost doesn’t register in your head after he refers to your dinner offer as a date. He doesn’t seem to be joking around. He sounds serious, and you don’t question it. You find yourself more than okay with calling it that.
Clearing your throat, you give Poe a slight nod, ready as you’ll ever be. Both of you have to get out of here alive. Your date depends on it.
Staying undetected as you move through the shadows was easy in the beginning. Few are out on patrol this evening, and when you do encounter someone, Poe manages to evade them. Surely this isn’t his first go-around at something like this.
You do your best not to allow your anxiety of getting caught to cause you to lose focus. The warmth of Poe’s hand in yours helps soothe you, an assurance that if anything goes wrong, you’re not alone.
When you spot your way out, relief floods over you. You tell yourself you’ll be home soon. That you’ll be back in your bed in no time, tucked under the covers, safe and sound. No longer would you be fearing for your life in the way you are right now.
You’re nearly there— the clearing is just within sight. Less than a hundred yards away more and…
Sirens suddenly blare. So loud that they ring in your ears and leave you disoriented for several seconds. The quiet of the night quickly descends into chaos as guards pour out from every which way. The radioed orders your ears pick up are clear and bone-chilling: they are searching for you, and if found, they want you gone permanently.
“There you are, scum,” a trooper snarls from behind, weapon pointed at you. They’re about to pull down on the trigger, but Poe reacts much quicker. The blaster in his hand fires, and the man instantly drops to the ground.
You barely have time to process what happened when Poe grasps your hand tightly, holding onto it uncomfortably tight, but his touch is grounding. The two of you share a knowing look as the sound of distant voices and heavy footsteps grow closer.
“We gotta keep moving. Shoot anyone who’s chasing after us, got it?” He says, his voice a blur over the erratic pounding of your heart.
Poe doesn’t wait for your acknowledgment. He makes a mad dash towards the gate leading out of the compound. He wasn’t lying when he said he was not a shit shot, taking down a few men with such ease— they were no match for him.
Luck seems to be on your side tonight. The moment Poe tugs you past the gate, you run across the field and into the woodlands as fast as possible, the fastest you’ve ever moved. Your muscles are sore, and your head is dizzy. It feels like you can’t get enough air in your lungs.
Still, you run. You run and run, even if you’re starting to think that your legs will give out at any moment. You have to get as far away as you can from the place that has kept you captive. It’s your best bet if you want to survive.
Finally, Poe’s ship comes into view. He glances behind you, and you mirror his action, seeing that the guards have lost track of you in the dark. The relieved smile on your face remains for only a split-second, however. As soon as you turn your head back, you see the stormtrooper emerge from the thick bushes, aiming to shoot at an unsuspecting Poe.
It’s like everything is in slow motion. From you realizing that Poe is in imminent danger to the way you forcefully push him out of the line of fire and draw your blaster.
Adrenaline buzzes through your veins. Your chest rapidly rises and falls. You steady your hand even as it fights to tremble. Without thinking twice, you fire your weapon. The first shot narrowly misses the enemy, but the following two blasts hit them fatally, and they slump to the ground, unmoving.
Luck truly is on your side tonight.
You gasp a breath in surprise when a pair of solid arms suddenly wrap around you, your nerve endings still on high alert after all that has transpired.
Poe’s gentle voice saying your name cuts through your foggy mind, and you meet his gaze. Your heartbeat continues to drum sharply against your ribcage as you stare at him for several moments, tracing the deep, worried lines etched on his face.
You don’t know what comes over you after. You’re unaware of what you’re doing until you’re right in the middle of it.
One second, you’re holding onto Poe—feeling some of the tension in your body seep out upon seeing that he’s okay, he’s unharmed— and the next, your lips are on his, soft and warm. Exactly the way you had imagined they would feel.
Poe doesn’t kiss you back right away; it is the only thing that snaps you out of this haze. Have you misread him all this time? He’s a major flirt, but you thought he was genuine with you. A knot of confusion and embarrassment forms in your stomach. How could you be so wrong? How could you have fucked things up?
You immediately pull away, taking a few stumbling steps back. Poe looks at you wide-eyed, mouth slightly open, but he doesn’t say a word. You glance down at your feet, not wanting to see his expression as you fumble out an apology.
“I-I’m sorry, Poe. I don’t know… I was just—”
You are interrupted when Poe lets out a breathless chuckle. He closes the short distance you had put between the two of you, his hands cupping your face, fingers stroking your cheeks ever so gently.
“Don’t be sorry,” he whispers. “I wasn’t expecting you to do that. It did feel very nice, though.”
Poe’s breath fanning warm over your skin causes yours to hitch. Before you can respond, he slowly leans in and recaptures your lips in a sweet kiss. Your heart stutters and skips for a whole new reason now. Something more electrifying replaces the fight or flight sensation surging within you, making you light-headed in the best possible way.
The kiss abruptly ends at the sound of dried leaves rustling and branches snapping from different directions. You notice faraway lights becoming brighter, no doubt more stormtroopers closing in on you and Poe.
“I’d like to keep kissing you, but we gotta go,” he laughs, nodding towards the ship. “The sooner we get back, the sooner we can go on our date.”
You grin in agreement and place your hand into Poe’s hand. Being with him makes you feel alive, like you can handle almost anything the universe throws at you. You could get used to this.
“Take me home, flyboy.”
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⋆꙳Under the Tree
Kim Seungmin/Female Reader
wc: ~2.5k
rating: mature, explicit (oral sex), fluff ಇ
comments: more holiday activities as requested by @goblinracha a few weeks ago! This time it’s a oneshot within the Blind Date universe (@myseungsungheart !). It started out as simple romantic fluff, but slowly transformed into what I felt like doing to Seungmin today ¯\_( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )_/ uuhh I didn’t proofread very well
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You watch as Seungmin’s face is lit up—first in a warm white glow, then in red and green and blue. Then back again to warm white.
“Choose one for tonight,” you pick up one of the ornaments from his box and search for a good spot on the tree, “we can change it next time.”
“I don’t know which one I like more.” He switches it back to the multi-colored lights and takes a few steps back. Then he walks back and pulls the curtain open. “The colors are more fun…buuut…which do you prefer?”
“I like the colored lights.”
“Okay, we will keep the colors on tonight.”
Seungmin digs around in the box and pulls out two star shaped ornaments. He finds a branch for his, hands you the other, and watches you closely as you search for a spot.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” He smiles and tilts his head to one side.
“Like I’m gonna put it in the wrong spot…”
“Wherever you put it is perfect.”
You keep your eyes on him as he stares at the tree, then at the gifts already placed under it. There aren’t many, and what is there is small—but it’s what the two of you have gotten for each other. And you’ll have to open them soon…early.
Then he looks at you.
“I should be the one looking like a sad puppy,” you grab his arm and pull him toward you, “what’s wrong, Minnie?”
Seungmin smiles at that, but you can tell it’s forced. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and squeezes you tight, “I’m not ready to leave tomorrow.”
“I know. It doesn’t get easier.”
It’s been over a year of this; the reality of being his biggest secret, of nobody knowing you exist (a few people know, so you’re not a complete secret anymore), Seungmin coming and going—mostly going. It’s just the way things are. It’s your normal.
He sighs, “it’s gotten harder.”
Your hold on his waist tightens, and your heart jumps to your throat. Whether or not this would even work was something only time would reveal, but everything has been good. You didn’t expect everything to always be good, because things are never that easy, but the two of you have never argued over anything. There is never tension when you’re together.
Being apart so much and so often means that the relationship always feels brand new. Seeing him is excitement and relief all mixed together—it feels like a piece of you that’s been missing has clicked back into place for a while.
But you don’t always know what’s going through Seungmin’s head, either. He talks, and he tells you things, but he’s still quiet sometimes—and exhausted when he’s here with you.
You pull back and look up at him, “harder?”
Seungmin nods, but his head tilts again when you keep looking at him with his puppy eyes.
“Like, you don’t think you can keep doing it…harder?”
His eyes widen, but he takes a second to think and put your words together, “oh, no…no I don’t mean it like that.”
He places a kiss on your forehead. You let out the breath you were holding and shove your face into his chest.
“Harder to leave you when I’m here, that’s what I meant...”
“You’ll keep doing it?”
“I never thought about stopping.” Seungmin lets go of you, reluctantly, and lowers himself next to the gifts. It’s still too early to open them, but he’s shuffling a few of the small ones around.
“I’ll get a big bow to put on you, and I won’t need anything else.”
He looks up at you, eyes big, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. It turns into a smile, and he reaches a hand up to you.
You take it and let him pull you down next to him. “It’s too early for gifts…and I’m not done yet.”
“Just one…we can save the rest,” he picks one up and hands it to you. It’s wrapped in pink striped paper, and you can tell he did this one himself. The tag says your name, written out in Hangul, with a very carefully drawn puppy face beneath it.
Before opening it, you pull the tag off. It’s too cute to throw away. Seungmin laughs and moves a little closer. Underneath the paper is a white box—you assume a jewelry box. And when you open it and peek in (he tries to peek with you, even though he knows what’s in there), the light from the tree bounces off the gold.
“It’s okay if you don’t—“ You give him a look before he finishes. He closes his mouth and smiles, then finishes anyway, “…like it.”
A gold chain lays over your hand, just as thin and delicate as the bracelet you gave him last year. Hanging on the end is a dainty charm, small enough that you have to hold it a little closer to get a good look at it.
“Oh, it’s a little lock!” You hold it up so it swings back and forth between the two of you. “It’s so tiny and sweet.”
He grabs it, unclasps it, and leans forward to put it around your neck. “I can get you a longer chain if you’d like.”
“No, this is perfect…everyone can see it here.” You run your hand across your throat and hold the little charm. “Thank you.”
Seungmin is still hovering over you, his eyes moving from the necklace…up your neck, to your face. They jump between your eyes and lips as he closes in and finds a spot to start kissing. He holds himself back, though, only leaving a few along your cheek and lips. “So you like it?”
“I love it, Minnie. And you.” His hand grabs for yours, so you bring it to your lips and kiss along his fingers. “It’s my turn.”
He watches eagerly as you look at each of the small gifts you’ve already wrapped for him. You can hear him talking excitedly under his breath, which one, which one? while he swings your arm back and forth.
“It’s not easy finding you a gift,” you say and reach for one of the larger boxes.
“Why is that?”
“You have so much stuff, and you can get anything you want. I thought about getting us baseball tickets, but we can’t go together.”
The bow slides off next to him, “I prefer watching here with you anyway,” he pops the lid off, “oh!” Seungmin pulls it out a little and looks at it, then a little more. His eyes are big and round as he takes it out and holds it up in front of him. “Did you make this?”
It’s been a while since you’ve seen his smile so big. The joy coming from him is palpable and you can feel your face warm up and probably turn pink. You weren’t sure how he’d receive this, or any of his gifts. Birthdays are easy, but this is your first real Christmas together. “I did. Hopefully it’s not too big, or too small.”
“You made this whole thing?” He’s still staring at it, piece by piece—looking at each button, pulling the sleeves out and looking at the subtly colored stripes running down them. He flips up the hood and grabs the two ears on top and laughs, “even the little ears?”
When he looks at you again, you nod. He undoes a button and pulls it over his head, “it’s perfect,” he pulls up the hood and grabs the ears again. “I can take you everywhere with me now, when I wear it.”
“Aww Minnie, shut up…that’s cute.”
He pulls you onto his lap and kisses across your shoulder, squeezes you tight. “It’s true. You made all the little stitches, you worked so hard,” His hand slides under your sweatshirt—lips, still smiling, drag across your ear, “you worked so hard to keep me warm.”
“You’re worth all of my time, pup.”
“That’s so—“
“Yeah, corny, I know.”
Now he has both of his hands on your bare skin, moving in circles, and giving you goosebumps. “I was going to say romantic.” He finds a spot near your shoulder and kneads into the muscle. The pressure makes you moan, and it makes Seungmin perk up.
Your hand reaches under his layers of clothes and searches for skin. His stomach is tight and warm against your fingertips, and he breathes out a little laugh as he closes in on your lips.
It’s only been a few hours since he got home, and aside from hugging him tightly as he came through the door and kissing everywhere on his face, this is the first you’ve really touched each other. Every night together ends up like this, though, because when he’s here, you can never have him close enough. And Seungmin, who you know loves you, can’t always get the words out right. He shows his affection in many different ways, and when you’re together like this, he shows it well.
So it’s just a matter of when and where and who will initiate. Tonight it’s both of you—but mostly you, because your hand moves down from his stomach and disappears beneath his sweatpants.
Seungmin leans back and rests on one hand so he can watch your hand move under the fabric. You kiss at his smile until he opens up and lets you in.
“Right here under the tree?” Seungmin laughs and goes right back to kissing. His legs open and he gets you in between them.
The two of you have had sex on almost every surface in the apartment, but never on the floor, and you don’t really want to start now.
Seungmin feels your head shake back and forth and sits himself up. He doesn’t stop your hand, though. And you don’t stop either. He pulls at his sweatpants until he can see the steady up and down of your hand. He’s already painfully hard, and he wants to come.
He pulls his sweater over his head and sets it back neatly in its box.
You smile at him before bending and slowly running your tongue over his head, and his moan is soft and sweet. One arm comes forward and his hand caresses your cheek, then your ear, until he can wrap his hand around the back of your neck.
His fingers knead into you, gently, and with no intention of forcing you down. Seungmin never forces himself in, unless he’s on top and you want him to.
“Are you comfortable?”
You nod and grab a thigh, and when you’re ready, you take him in your mouth as far as you can manage.
His moan makes your skin prickle, and a shiver runs down your body. You can feel heat collecting in your stomach, swirling, dropping down into your thighs and making your legs shake. You grip his thigh harder, digging your fingers in. He doesn’t flinch. Your mouth grips him tight as you pull back out, run your tongue around his head, and suck him right back in.
When you find your rhythm and get comfortable, you work on him even faster. He’s speaking softly between moans, rubbing your neck as you take him in and out, over and over, stopping only to take a breath and stroke him.
You look at him when your hands take over. He’s trying hard to maintain the eye contact, but both hands working him makes it nearly impossible. His eyes squeeze shut, then open again. He whimpers, his hips twitch. He starts to buck up into your hands, wanting to take some control back and reach his climax, but you don’t want him to finish yet.
Your grip softens and your hands slow down.
“No no…” he pulls you closer, squeezes your neck harder. “Don’t stop babe.”
You run your lips over him, leave kisses, lick.
Seungmin whimpers and when you look at him again, his face is desperate. He’s pouting and panting, moving his hips, hoping you’ll take mercy on him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” your hand strokes him again, softer than before, but enough to make his hips jerk with pleasure. “I want you to enjoy it.”
“I am,” his lips twitch, and a smile slowly forms.
“…for as long as possible.”
Seungmin licks his lips and nods. “I don’t think I’ll last long.” His nod turns into a head shake and his laugh is a little pained. He wants to come.
You continue your slow, hard strokes. One hand on his cock, the other pushing gently on his hip to keep him still.
His breathing is heavy and ragged; the sweet, soft noises become deep and uninhibited.
You speed up—his moaning is making it hard for you to stay in control. But you want to hear him, and you want him to lose himself in it a little more.
When he tries to speak again, it’s no more than a whisper. You look at him and lean forward, then give him a questioning look. On his second try you catch the word mouth, and you fill in the rest.
“You want my mouth?” You tease him, leaning forward a bit to lick, but your hand continues doing the work. “And my tongue?”
Seungmin nods slowly, mouth back in a pout. He keeps his eyes fixed on you; they’re wide open and taking in as much as they can in the dim light of the tree. He’s furrowing his brow with every stroke, trying desperately to hold on a little longer.
“You want to come in my mouth?”
“Yes please,” he answers without a thought, and his hips lift despite your hand still holding him down. “Swallow it all for me.”
“Okay okay…you win.”
He sighs and relaxes.
Your mouth closes around him, sucking gently at first, circling him with your tongue and finding his most sensitive spots. He pushes his hips toward you, but he’s careful not to force more of himself in. His hand is on you again; on your back, across your neck, your shoulder.
He’s touching and grabbing, hoping to ground himself for the inevitable.
Once your hand begins to stroke him again, his breathing becomes uneven. A sound gets caught in his throat. You take as much of him as you can and when you moan and hum, it sets him off. His hips lift again and his fingers grip you hard.
The sound he makes rings in your ears, his body tenses up, and he fills your mouth. You were ready for it, but some still escapes. It catches on your hand as you slowly, gently stroke upward, swallow, and lick what remains on your fingers. You take him in your mouth once more to clean him off.
Seungmin is spent, mouth open, chest heaving. He looks like he wants to fall backward on the floor, but he holds himself there until you finish. He lets out a laugh, lazy and full of relief, and pushes his hair away from his forehead.
“I’m expecting more later.” You lean forward and kiss him there.
He laughs again—his eyes and face soften as he watches you adjust and smooth out your sweatshirt. “You look so pretty in the lights,” he sits up and pulls you back for another kiss.
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Wide Awake// Alessia Russo
it was late at night, early in the morning, the neighborhood seemed to be asleep but not you. You were wide awake, lying in bed with your lover who had her arm protectively around your torso. she could only sleep when she had you near, preferably when she could touch or hold you and usually you would always fall asleep in her embrace but not today. You didn‘t know why. The night was beautiful, quiet; peacefully yet you didn‘t find rest.
After hours of trying to fall asleep, tossing and turning, you decided to go to the ensuite balcony to look at the stars. "Amore?" a groggy voice asked "why are you up?" her arms found their way around your waist, her hands resting on your stomach, hugging you from behind. Alessia loved to touch you. She would always find a way to touch you somehow. "I can‘t sleep" you whispered, leaning your head on her shoulder looking at the sky. "Do you ever think about us?" your fingers started to play with hers. You didn't mean the question in a negative way, but in a thoughtful one. Lessi and you have been a couple for many years and sometimes your younger self was afraid that she would fall out of love with you but she never did. As a teenager you shared your concerns with her, told her about your fears which she immediately shut down. Since then Alessia showed you every day how much she loved you, that she couldn‘t spend a day without you. "I always think about you" she kissed your neck before she continued "i miss you so much when you‘re not around me and even when you’re next to me you‘re always on my mind." she pressed more kisses to your neck while you melted in her grasp.
While Alessias love language was touch yours was Words of Affirmation. Lessi knew that. "You make me the happiest girl in the world by just looking at me. I love you so much, baby" a final kiss was pressed to your neck. You turned in Alessias embrace, your arms around her neck while she held you close. "I love you too" one of the softest kisses was shared between the two of you. "but that‘s not what i meant. Do you ever think about us as a couple?"
"I do" her fingers stroked your cheek. "I often think about our first kiss" her eyes lit up like the stars just thinking about it. "I was so nervous"
"May I take you on a date? like a real one" Alessia asked you one day after school as she walked you home. Things weren‘t official (you hadn’t kissed each other, only ever held hands and hugged) but both of you knew there was never going to be somebody else. But you hadn‘t had the guts to ask her. So it was up to her. Your stomach went crazy, your lips cruved into the biggest smile and your whole body was on fire "i would love to" was your reply.
The rest of the way to your house was quiet, the only thing you could hear was nature.
After you unlocked the door you turned to the blonde. She looked beautiful, the sun rays let her glow; she looked majestic. "Friday? I‘ll pick you at six?"
"It‘s a date" you agreed/ joked.
Friday came fast. Faster than you expected. The whole week you‘ve been nervous about the date (Lessi as well).
When the doorbell rang your older brother opened. "Hey" Alessia greeted him. Your brother knew the Italian of course, she was often at your house or ate dinner with your family. "Y/n" he shouted "your girl is here" Alessia blushed a deep crimson red. "Stop it" you chipped in as you greeted her. The both of you wore casual clothes, nothing special yet you two thought long about your choice of outfit. "I got you this " the blonde gave you a single rose.
You didn‘t like flower bouquets, you thought they‘re too expensive while they didn‘t last long. And it‘s sad to throw them away, but a single rose? you can see that the other person has thought about it and it’s a nice little gesture. you could see that Alessia thought about it because she knew what you liked and disliked. "Thank you" your stared love struck at Alessia, still in awe about the flower. "Go! I want the house to myself" you brother pushed you out the door "have her home at 10" was the last thing you heard as he shut the door.
The date was amazing. Alessia was the sweetest and treated you like a princess (she always did). Being young and in love was hard but not for you. It was easy for Alessia to like you and eventually love you. It all felt natural. It was nothing to rush or overstep, it came the way it did. But for tonight Alessia had a goal in mind. She wanted to kiss you. She wanted to share her very first kiss with you and it should be as well your first kiss in your upcoming relationship. Quarter to ten Alessia brought you home. She couldn‘t have you late, not when she wanted to take you out at least once a week. Too early is on time, on time is too late, she thought. "I had a great time, thank you Lessi" her eyes lit up at your confession. Since planing the date she was afraid that you wouldn‘t like something or wouldn‘t enjoy it at all so she was relieved when you told her the opposite. Seeing her smile increased the urge to press her a kiss to her cheek. So you did. Slowly you lent forwards, one of your hands resting on her the side of her face while your lips touched her cheek so softly. You felt Alessia tense up and melt at the same time. You loved that you had such an effect on her. Maybe you should do that more often. Now was her chance. All evening she wanted to kiss you. As you pulled your lips away, her arms went around your waist. Your bodies were touching and Alessia couldn‘t keep her gaze off of your lips. She wanted to feel them, wanted to know what they taste like. (Spoiler: for her they tasted like heaven). It was like in the movies. As Alessia lent down, stopping inches before your lips touched. it was you who made the final move to close the distance. Everything seemed to fade away. Your lips fitted perfectly. It was a kiss so soft that people could only imagine. A kiss that was the start of an endless line of kisses. A kiss that was a new beginning.
"That kiss knocked me out, babygirl" she giggled. Playfully, you smacked her chest, giggling along with her "do you ever think about us?" she asked you the same question in return. "I do. I think about our future" you started, Alessia tensed "together". When the word was added she calmed down. "I think about how our wedding would look like" you admitted sheepishly.
"How would it look like?"
"That‘s for me to know and for you to find out" winking at her, you grabbed her hand and pulled into the bedroom "let‘s go to bed. I‘m tired" you laid down next to your lover, curling into her side as you feel her arms around you again. Soon enough you were sound asleep while it was Alessias turn now to be wide awake. Your comment about a wedding winded her up. How would her perfect wedding would look like? How would you combine your ideas? But in all honesty Alessia was just happy that you said that you would marry her. Even if you hadn‘t said it exactly, you still admitted it. Her fingers combed through your hair as your snores filled the room. "I promise you, one day you‘ll be my wife" you curled more into her. You hadn‘t heard her but in a magical way you felt it despite sleeping.
It was a promise, she would definitely keep.
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𓆦 SKZ as your bf
Requested: No
Genre: Fluff 'n stuff
Warning(s): None
He's a busy bee
Requests are open!
Chris
You would be there with him in the studio listening to whatever he'd been working on.
He'd liked it when you hung out with him like this, it was relaxing for him
He'd often ask your opinion on it and he'd take whatever you had to say to heart
Though on his off days, he'd spend all day in bed with you sleeping. If it wasn't napping together, it was movie watching
He loved to be all snuggled up on you.
He loved it when he got the chance to lay on your stomach with you running your fingers through his hair
You'd like it too when he did it to you.
That. Was. Daily.
It was a bit of a must, especially if he had a particularly hard day!
I don't think he would be the jealous type
But maybe a little bit when you were giving someone a little more attention than him.
He would slightly pout about it.
You, of course, would be glued back to his side and smother him in kisses whenever he pouted like that.
So cute!!
Minho
We know he isn't one for a whole lot of physical affection except when it comes to Felix
So I don't think he'd be very physically affectionate
Every other way, absolutely
He'd clown on you, though.
You'd mispronounce a word and he'd repeat it back to you the exact you had. Jokingly mocking you and making goofy faces.
He'd jokingly say he'd preferred the cats over you all the time!
You'd tease him back the same way.
This type of humor was his love language!
Cooking together was a big thing with you guys.
It was your favorite thing in the world to do with him
I think he would be a little over protective of you.
Not like in a toxic way.
Someone raised their voice at you a tiny bit? He'd be there scolding them back and telling them never to do that again like a parent
Ahh so cute🥰
Changbin
1st things first!
When I tell you this man is just so cute?
You wouldn't believe me
Ugh my heart!
Anyway, he loves you so much
Physical touch is his #1 love language. We know this.
It had been a long day for him. He needed to see you.
As soon as he laid eyes on you, he'd tackle you into the biggest hug he could possibly conjure up.
Forehead kisses were a must when he was in a mood like this.
Big wholesome baby
Snack runs anytime of the day.
5 in the morning? Hell yeah he'll go and get you something to snack on! Odds are he's kind of snack-y too lmao
At night, he'd like to be the small spoon and your legs had to be tangled up together otherwise you weren't close enough!
Just a big pile of cuddles and affection, this man
Hyungjin
This man would want to spoil you rotten.
Dates at least 2 times a week were a must
They were always really romantic!
"You don't need to go all out every time!" You'd told him
He scowled at you, patting your head, "Its a good thing you're pretty"
You looked at him dumbfounded, "what's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, only that my partner doesn't think that they deserve the world!"
He'd really like to pick out outfits for you for these really romantic dates!
He really loved it when you would wear it, God, was he a good personal stylist lol
When he was stressed out from work, you would be the first person he'd call!
He didn't want to talk to anyone else but you!
Your voice brought him so much comfort!
Seeing your face pop up on the screen would immediately improve his mood!
You were his little angel!
You could do no wrong in his eyes!
Jisung
This would be the most goofy relationship!
Sometimes he'd have you laughing until you cry
He wouldn't even have to do much of anything and he'd have you scream laughing
He was a little clumsy, but so were you.
One time, you guys had gone hiking and he slipped a little on some ice and went sliding down into a little pile of snow at the bottom of the little hill
Of course you asked if he was okay first before laughing about it.
When he assured you he was okay, you were dying of laughter. It was hurting!
Whenever you fell, he'd be laughing his butt off but would be there helping you up afterward.
Pet names were a thing!
His favorites to call you were honey, baby, turtle dove, stinker...
I never said they were normal
Of course you had some for him too!
Those were more...normal than what he'd picked for you! Lmao
Felix
The best emotional support type of partner you could ever ask for.
You had a God awful day? Boy was right there, snuggling up to ya!
Baking you something sweet to end the terrible day on.
He was just a little sweetie-pie!
You'd do the same for him, he was having a rough day.
You ended up making him some cupcakes
And you'd put up a little fort for you both in the livingroom
You had the TV set up for some video games
He walked in, seeing what you had done for him, he'd well up a little
"I love you so much!"
He'd dot you in all the little kisses he could!
Hdfheje💕
Seungmin
PLAYFULLY BULLYING EACH OTHER WAS A THING
This was a daily occurrence!
"You stink. Don't cuddle me. You're all sweaty."
"I don't stink! You stink!"
"Dude, I smelled you as soon as you walked in the door!"
Little goofy arguments like this
I don't think he's huge on pda but when you two are alone
Oh my God, you cannot get this man to stay away from you for too long.
He's sticking to you like glue!
You wouldn't have it any other way though!
At night, he would be big spoon.
He liked having you wrapped up in his arms 💕
I think he's a little more protective of you than he let's on
Because he would pull you really close to him when walking down a busy sidewalk.
It wasn't even that busy. But he insisted on it!
Jeongin
Competitiveness in video games.
You guys would have bets all the time with these things
"If I win, you buy dinner tonight." That type of thing
I think he's a bit of a nose kisser. Does that make sense?
He'd like to give you little nose kisses! It was his favorite way to give affection to you.
When he was anxiousn he'd take your hand and trace the veins and the lines in your palms to soothe himself.
You liked it because it meant you brought him some sort of comfort in these times!
Really sweet! 💕
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Okay, hear me out: Do you mind writing a NSFW alphabet about CM Punk? :P
CM PUNK NSFW ALPHABET I8+ NSFW content
NSFW ALPHABET MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST
CM PUNK MASTERLIST
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He is very loving and nurturing
He will hold you close and tell you how much he loves you as he whispers sweet nothings as you fall asleep
Although Phil has a bit of a mean streak, intimacy is something he won’t take for granted with you
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On him, his favourite part is his tattoos (which you agree)
He loves the way his painted canvas looks against your bare one
He loves the sight of his tattooed hands around your throat
On you he adores everything
He could never pick just one thing
He is obsessed with you, he worships your body like a god
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He is a dirty old man, he loves the sight of you covered in his seed
Whether it’s pouring out of you or dripping all over you, he loves it
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
His little secret is how obsessed he is with you
He completely obsessed with you, in an insane crazy way
Even before you started dating he would stalk you
Punk would kill with his bear hands if it meant he could have you
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
With age comes experience, he is very experienced
He has been with many many women in his age so he knows s thing or two
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Missionary; he loves the intimacy it provides
Cowgirl; he loves it when you ride him
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He is very serious, almost a bit mean
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Clean shaven
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
When he wants to be Phil can be quite the romantic
Worshiping your body like a temple
Slowly making you come undone
He loves to take his time with you
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Multiple times a day
He needs that release, mainly because he is always turned on around you
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
dd/lg (heavy on this)
Daddy kink
Hair pulling
Impact play
BDSM
Breeding kink
Pregnancy kink
Bondage
Biting
Cock warming
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere and everywhere he will take you anywhere he can
Besides the privacy in your home or hotel, he loves water sex, the beach, the pool all of it
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Anything
He gets turned on by anything
Your sent, your smile, the way your fingers linger on his for a second too long
He’s embarrassed about the effect you have on him
He’s like a horney teenage boy around you
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Sharing, he’s a selfish man
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Although he gives he would rather receive
He loves the sight of you underneath him gagging on his cock
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He is hard and rough
Fucking you into obliviation
He loves to turn your brain into mush
He can be mean during sex but behind the tough guy act there is so much love behind it
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
When he needs you he needs you
Although he is not the biggest fan of quickies they occur more often than you think
They will occur backstage before a match or when one of his co-workers gets a bit too friendly with you
Sometimes he might take you in the car if you misbehave
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Phil is a risky man, he likes to play games
However, he will always pass them by you first before trying something new
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
I don’t see him lasting very long, typically before you
However, he can go several rounds in a row before getting tired
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He has a special collection just for you
Silk handcuffs, a variation of vibrators
He loves to use them with you
Oh and don’t forget the collar (IYKYK)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
CM Punk is a big tease, he loves to mess with you all the time
He will feel bad for it after but in the moment he loves it
He loves it when you beg him to go faster after purposely going painfully slow
Begging for your orgasm
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He’s quite loud
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
👀👀👀👀
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
6 inches
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
So high, like a teenage boy
It’s not normal
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn’t fall asleep fast at all
He would probably watch you sleep tbh
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hi ummm could i request matching pajamas with roy kent 👀❤️
2023 Holiday Blurbs
While Roy Kent might be seen as the biggest grump in the Premier League, he’s nothing but a giant softie with you. It had only taken a handful of dates for the man to be wrapped around your finger, and now that you’ve been together for a few years, he’s more than whipped for you. You’d never tell anyone, though, lest you ruin his street cred.
Whenever the holidays roll around, Roy gets especially thoughtful, buying things for you or Phoebe or his sister without a second thought, and he always ends up too excited to see your reactions to wait to give you the gifts so you end up with a perfectly wrapped present waiting for you when you get home from work in the middle of the week, still days and days away from Christmas morning.
“What’s this?” You ask, nodding towards the three packages displayed on your kitchen counter. Normally the middle of the week gifts are small and silly, but these boxes look much larger than what you’re used to, and there’s never been more than one gift waiting for you to open.
“Open it and find out,” comes Roy’s cryptic response, even as you notice him struggling to keep a smile off his face. In all your years of knowing him, it’s become clear to you that he prefers to give gifts instead of receive them, getting a thrill like no other when he watches someone he loves unwrapping something he picked out especially for them.
You do as he says, carefully tearing the wrapping paper to draw the moment out, anticipation gnawing at your ribs as you look up at Roy before pulling the paper clean off.
It’s a pair of cozy pajamas, looking like the softest things you’ve seen in your entire life and decorated with a pattern of red and white swirls, perfectly festive. You love them, and you love that Roy thinks of you enough to spoil you beyond your wildest dreams, but you’re a little confused about why he’d be so excited to give you pajamas.
“Should I open the rest or do I have to wait?” You ask, fingers inching towards the unopened wrapping paper on the other two packages when you notice Roy still looks like he’s holding something back.
“Go on,” he tells you, face splitting into a grin as you tear into the other packages with more vigor.
A pile of wrapping paper on the ground, you’re left with two more pairs of pajamas, both in the same pattern as the first, but one is larger and one is much smaller. It’s a little embarrassing how long it takes you to process the gift, and then you’re hurling yourself around the kitchen counter and wrapping Roy in the tightest hug possible.
“I hope you know I’ll have to take a picture of the three of us,” you whisper into his neck, feeling him chuckle as he refuses to let you go just yet.
“As long as you never show anyone,” he responds, and you know he’s joking, but you could never imagine telling anyone that Roy went out of his way to buy the two of you pajamas to match with his niece, and no one would believe you anyway, except for his sister.
Maybe you’ll get the picture framed to give to her.
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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: Pricklywhicket/@messessentialist ! Prickleywhicket has four fics published to AO3 -- All in the Steddie tag!
Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by pricklywhicket:
so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey
it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)
start by pulling him out of the fire
"Sadie is so super talented in the way she describes literally everything. She is so good at writing and it's a shame that she's flown under the radar because she's not the quickest at putting things out there." -- Anonymous
Below the cut, Pricklywhicket answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!
Why do you write Steddie?
Why do any of us write anything? Because we want the story to exist in the world, and it doesn’t yet, so we gotta hike up our pants and do it ourselves!
What’s your favorite trope to READ?
Hurt/Comfort. I’m always a sucker for the blorbos taking care of one another, in whatever form that takes. This has always been true, across a truly astronomical number of fandoms I’ve found myself dabbling in over the years.
What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?
…actually, probably hurt/comfort! I just need to get those little dudes some validation and unconditional positive regard, okay?
What’s your favorite Steddie fic?
I’m sure I won’t be the first one to say this, but: I HAVE TO PICK ONE????? Okay, alright. I can do this. I’m gonna say…Sanctuary by SpicedSage.
Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?
I’ve only written canon or canon-adjacent fic so far, so I’m eager to work on something that’s completely AU. I think there’s a unique challenge to keeping characters recognizable as themselves in a world that might not have all the same contexts that made them into that person.
What is your writing process like?
I would love to say it’s super organized and well-planned, but the truth is it’s mostly about routine and responsibility. I set aside time to do it every day, even if I can only tap out a few sentences. I’m not very strict about writing in a straight line - I can stop a scene if it’s giving me trouble, write a note about what I think happens in some [brackets], and move on to something that I have more fully fleshed-out ideas for. Sometimes writing the next scene helps you know more about what needs to happen in the current one.
Do you have any writing quirks?
I'm sure my betas would say yes 🙃 I tend to write a lot of dialogue - a lot of my revision process is going back through and realizing I have two pages of a conversation with no indication of what’s physically happening in the world around the speakers.
Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?
Definitely when I’m finished. Prior to my ‘23 bang fic, I had never written anything chaptered. I knew going in that I could NOT start posting if it wasn’t finished, because I’ve been burned too many times by abandoned works. I didn’t want to do that to people reading my fic, and the best way to avoid it is to finish before you post.
Which fic are you most proud of?
Easily start by pulling him out of the fire. The biggest, most ambitious thing I’ve ever attempted - I still kind of can’t believe I wrote 85k.
How did you get the idea for start by pulling him out of the fire?
Like most terrible ideas, it was spawned in a fandom discord chat. We were discussing the tendency of Steddie fics to centralize the party at Steve’s house, because his parents are never there anyway. And then someone mentioned what if the parents came home and found their house occupied, and someone else mentioned Wayne being there, and it just sort of…spiraled out from there.
When writing start by pulling him out of the fire, what was something you didn’t expect?
I had no idea, going in, that I was going to write a comprehensive history of the Wayne and Eddie Munson relationship. I started writing it where I did to give some background on Wayne’s existing distaste for the elder Harrington, and then I just…kept writing. Over the course of a month or two I wrote 20k of WayneAndEddie that I had no idea was in me - it just kept coming.
What inspired it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)?
@wynnyfryd. It was a gift for her birthday. We were talking about our mutual love of Letterkenny, and she mentioned that the episode was her favorite and wouldn’t it be funny if someone wrote… and the rest is history.
What was your favorite part to write from it's supposed to be fun (turning twenty-one)?
I had an unreasonable amount of fun with that one in general. But I think my favorite part was Eddie polling the party about what Steve means to them all. It was fun to sort of put myself in each character’s shoes and think about how they would answer. Plus y’know, any excuse to unironically love on Steve Harrington.
How do/did you feel writing so let's sneak in from the cheap seats, honey?
I believe my exact words upon deciding to write it were “jingles miserably to a blank google doc.” This was a classic case of saying “god I wish there was a fic where—” and having friends tell me that it was now my responsibility to write it. I’m glad I did, though. I love that story, and it proved to me that I could write sex and publish it and not burst into flames. I also just really, really love summer storms. And Wayne’s use of the singular ‘herpe.’
What was the most difficult part of writing so let's sneak in from the cheap seats honey?
Getting over the fear of publishing something E-rated. It was just something I hadn’t done, and I had a lot of anxiety that people were not going to respond well to it. I made three people individually review the sex scenes before I even asked anyone to beta the full fic. Of course I was worried for nothing, the reception for that fic was super lovely and gave me the confidence boost I needed to attempt start by pulling him out of the fire!
Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?
This is like asking me to pick a favorite child. I’ll say this: most of my favorite lines in start by pulling him out of the fire were taken directly from conversations @wormdebut and I had about the fic. She’s my number one cheerleader and sounding board, and sometimes she’s so goddamn funny that I just have to include it. You have her to thank, for instance, for Steve quite literally dropping his croissant when he first sees Eddie in glasses.
Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?
I have a couple of irons in the fire, but nothing I’m ready to share just yet! I’ve been taking a breather from writing (blame baldur’s gate 3, okay) but my WIPs are still very much IP. Stay tuned!
Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?
Not that I can think of!
Thank you to our author, Pricklywhicket, and our anonymous nominator! See more of pricklywhicket's works featured on our page throughout the day!
Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!
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the color blue: neon [part 2] | yandere xiao x reader, yandere venti x reader
synopsis: the days until you finally meet your penpal has been ticking by so quickly, but with a new tutor, a clingy roommate, and a professor who seems to only want the worst for you, it's hard to keep track of time.
WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT, yandere characters, creepy xiao is creepy (lots of potentially uncomfortable thoughts from his perspective), heavily implied stalking, possessiveness, manipulation, dub-con touching, student-teacher dynamic, age gap (reader is 21+ and zhongli is 27+, feel free to adjust as need be). let me know if I need to add anything! reader is gender neutral.
wc: 10.7k
author notes: I wanted to first say thank you for the wait, and I hope that everybody is able to enjoy the changes and edits I’ve made to the story. I also wanted to say thank you to the mutuals who had helped me create the original version of the story. it has been a long time since then, and I’m not entirely sure if they’re still active (OTZ), so I’m not sure if they would still like to be tagged but I am forever grateful to them. this is the last exposition heavy chapter, as well as my last read edit/re-upload of a chapter, so the next few chapters will be much meatier with new content!!! again, thank you so much for the wait. love you all! as always, reblogs are very appreciated if enjoyed and if possible!
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dark content. minors do not interact. do not repost/link.
from xiao's room, there's a perfect view of the town a bit away from campus that greets him everytime he steps inside. it's a gorgeous sight, which is something he could admit, even though he didn’t choose the place himself, one anyone would be grateful for. the town is bright and bustling even still, and it’s only now starting to dim down. it’s getting late into the night, with flashy lights and beautiful architecture and homey buildings, and so many people, people, people.
there are still families on an outing, and cute couples going on dates. shop owners sweeping around their store. he can see as the everyday salaryman walks back home, accompanying the students on their own way home from classes; he can see so many lives being lived from his isolated little tower.
and yet, on nights like these, no matter how enchanting the view, xiao usually prefers to keep his blinds tightly shutー out of sight, out of mind. jealousy is a vile thing, isn't it? it's nasty, tainting your view of the world, of the things you love. after the first few weeks after xiao had moved in, the view quickly lost the charm it once had. because at the end of the day, to him, the view only serves as a cruel reminder of just how alone xiao is and always has been.
it dangles around a painful reminder of the things xiao can never have. it's so close, yet so far out of reach.
but despite his usual bitterness, xiao doesn’t bother closing the blinds tonight, because tonight, he has hope, hope that he could one day be like the many walks of life he sees everyday from his apartment window. hope that he’ll have something worth wondering about.
xiao sits himself on his bed, the second biggest source of comfort in his life right now. for some reason, he feels awfully nervous. he knows why, but he can’t help but wish that awful feeling away. for a split second, he can’t help but wish he was as confident and fearless as... no. he won’t think like that, not right now, at least. he shakes away the thought. butterflies jitter all up and around his stomach as his shaky hands picks up his phone and dials numbers, your numbers. the digits are already memorized by heart.
he tries to calm his nerves as he presses the phone up to his ear after hitting the call button, nails digging into the pajamas he changed into when he got home. he thickly swallows, waiting as patiently as he can, like usual.
ring. rinnng. rinnnnnggg.
it doesn't take too long for you to pick up.
"hello?" he finally hears.
it's only one word (and a pretty basic one at that), but xiao can already hear the soft underlying shyness of your voice. his mouth naturally opens a little agape. you've always been nervous around those you weren't close to. your voice sends him into a state of bliss, so much so his brain is too foggy to reply until you coo out another hello, questioning if anyone is there on the other line due to the silence.
he almost has to force himself to speak "It's… xiao," he blinks, not even saying hello back, "from professor zhongli's class," xiao almost slips up by saying the name you know him much better by. “you… we spoke on the train. I don’t know if you remember,” he manages to stutter out.
you had seemed pretty out of it when you two talked earlier that very same day. you must’ve been so exhausted to have fallen asleep like that, right next to him. he’s still replaying the site of it over and over, the way you were struggling so hard to stay awake, head bobbing back and forth. it was probably embarrassing for you, but it was a pleasant sight for him. the soft puff of your cheeks and the furrow of your brows, the shallowness of your breath and how relaxed you looked. it made him feel like a creep, staring at you in that state, such an intimate state, a vulnerable state.
it’s why he had held back as long as he could before finally tapping you awake, wanting to bask in the precious sight for longer.
he snaps back to finally finish his explanation, “…you gave me your number earlier today," he says it less as a reminder to you, but instead as a reminder to himself. he bites his lip, waiting for you to respond, wishing he could see what you looked like right now.
in the meantime, he remembers how your eyes had begrudgingly opened back up at the feeling of him touching you. he remembers the warmth of your body that felt like it could melt his finger tips from the heat. he wishes he could see and feel both much more often, but xiao is patient. lord, is he patient.
he remembers how embarrassed you looked as you sat up in your seat, trying to reorient yourself. “sorry, what did you say?” you finally had spoken after getting settled. you must’ve been too frazzled to hear him the first time. he cleared his throat before he repeated himself, this time a little louder, a little less shy than the first time around.
“I asked which stop you get off at.” you looked at him with eyes big with confusion. he hoped, desperately (he’s always so desperate), that he hadn’t made you feel anything negative.
he made sure to explain the question in hopes that it made you feel more comfortable and not as confused. “…I can wake you up before you get there, if you’d like.”
despite his wants, he needed to make sure you were safe, and were able to actually get home. if he didn’t ‘protect’ you, who would? definitely not that roommate of yours.
to his (would be short-lived) disappointment you had shaken your head. “no, it’s fine. I really shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the first place.” you had paused for a short second before saying, “thank you, though, xiao.” he doesn’t like to remember how he almost shivered at the sound of his name coming from your lips, nor how he had to turn his head as he nodded because he could feel heat creep up it.
"oh, yes, xiao! sorry, I wasn't expecting you to call so soon. what can I do for you?"
“you asked on the train if I could tutor you. I wanted to set something up.”
it’s true, even if xiao can’t believe it himself. he knew this day would come, but didn’t expect it to be this soon. after several minutes of silence between you two, (or at least as silent as it could be on a train), you had turned to him, as if remembering something, getting his attention before you asked him something.
“sorry if this is coming out of nowhere. I was wondering if…” you took a breath, and xiao had almost sworn you were bordering scared as you finished your question. “I was wondering if you could possibly tutor me for zhonglis class? I don’t know if you’d be able to, but I spoke to him earlier today, and he recommended asking you for help.”
and of course he had said yes, to your surprise. he remembers thinking, silently, that maybe the universe was rewarding him for being so patient, and he had to keep his cool the best he could.
now here he is, actually setting something up. “would tomorrow with you?”
"yes!," you let out a nervous little laugh at your uncontrollable excitement. xiao can just picture the smile you have on your face, all shy and awkward and cute. "that would work great, I think. I really wasn't expecting you to set something up so quickly. I'm grateful though."
xiao would make the tutoring session today during the dead of night if he could. of course he would set something up so quickly.
you don't need to know that, though.
xiao hums at your words. "we… we can have our first session at my place, if you're comfortable with that." he realizes he might be coming off too strong, so he adds, "but we can have it somewhere else too." he hopes you agree to the first suggestion though.
"t-that'd be great, yeah. whatever works for you, works for me."
"I'll text you the address and the time, then… and we can discuss more sessions or a schedule and stuff further.”
"that sounds good. thank you so much again." you repeat, and he can hear the relief in your voice. it should be him thanking you, really.
"of course. goodnight."
“goodnight!” you repeat before you both hang up. a wave of bliss strikes his body.
but he isn’t going to sleep, not yet, atleast. Instead, he’s going to stay up all night, right in front of his window, thinking of all the possible lives he’s about to live.
he’ll make sure to thank zhongli for that in the morning.
ーーー NEW MESSAGE ーーー ☆
[name]: I don't think you understand how nervous I am right now
[name]: my hands are shaking and everything
alatus: why? is something wrong?
[name]: you know how I told you how I wasn't doing the greatest in one of my courses?
alatus: of course. did something happen?
[name]: the most intimidating guy I've ever met in my life is my tutor now
[name]: and I have no idea how this first session is gonna go
alatus: I think you’ll be fine. you shouldn’t worry yourself
alatus: you should let me know how everything goes.
ーーー☆
xiao's home is, to put it simply, unique.
you were left awestruck as soon as you stepped into the small but gorgeous studio apartment, shocked by both the feeling of jealousy creeping up your spine and the thought of how someone could possibly afford such an apartment, especially as a college student. no matter how xiao manages to afford his place, though, his home daunts over you.
there's a large window that lines the wall his bed and desk are propped up against and you can't help but imagine just how xiao would look as he looked out of it and at the bustling city. the glass is frosted and wet from the pitter pattering rain that seems to persist in the cool weather of october. it's a little messy, books scattered about here and there and takeout bags littering the table, and the amount of lighting in this room seems to be as minimal (and as cold) as can be, but it's nothing too bad at all. nothing that you could complain about, at least.
there's so many things inside his house, so many things your eyes are drawn to, like his big bookcase and comfy bed and his expensive computer setup, and yet it feels so... lonely. devoid of life, even. maybe it's the look of the gloomy black walls and the fact that the only lighting xiao has is a tall floor lamp and the light that comes through his window, but you've never seen such a full home feel so empty. no plants except for one little succulent that's looking worse for wear, no photos of friends or family, no bright colors, no pets to breathe life into the place, no companion to help make this house a home. nothing.
you're suddenly grateful you have such a lively roommate.
it's been a few minutes since xiao had let you in, greeting you in his comfy hoodie and baggy pants, hair put up into a messy bun, before attending to something on his computer (an important email you think, or at least something along those likes, something urgent), telling you to sit wherever you'd like and that he'll be with you shortly. you had nodded while leaving your shoes at the door, asking him if his bed would be a seat he's okay with you being on, garnering a hum in response from him.
"...I'll sit here then, since it'll be close to you and stuff," you murmur, admittedly a bit more nervous and unconfident sounding than you'd like. you plop yourself onto xiao's bed, placing your bag at your feet in front of the bed for easy access. xiao takes what's meant to be a quick glance at you, but he's unable to look away.
he knows it's creepy to say, especially when you're just sitting down so innocently, but the sight is better than what he's fantasized about. he's thought of you so many times in his bed, cuddling with him and running your hands through his hair and letting him press kisses into your face and collar bones. he's thought about waking you up with breakfast and how you'd smile and thank him even if he can't cook very well, but he's willing to learn a couple recipes for you. he's thought about laying there with you after a long day, letting you ramble as he listened like he does as alatus. he's thought about how he'd great you once he comes home like you probably do with venti, watching your form as he wait on his bed for him.
and, most of all, he's thought about the way you'd cry and sob and call him a monster once the day that you find out that his bed is now yours and that this apartment is now your home, trapped forever with him, finally comes.
one day you'll be here permanently, he's sure of it. baby steps first, though.
xiao doesn't realize that in the midst of his thinking, he's been absolutely staring you down, and considering that xiao has a naturally viscous (bitchy) looking resting face, you can't help but squirm under his gaze. "xiao? I can... move, if you'd like."
"no, I just..." he clears his throat before looking back at the work in front of him. "sorry, I zoned out for a second. you can stay there if it feels comfortable. whatever you want." the words come out as a sort of awkward, almost inaudible mumble.
is this supposed to be as awkward and tense feeling as it is?
you nod at his words, albeit a little hesitant, further settling into the soft plush of his bed. your brain is still convinced that he might want you to move, but you decide to just stay where you are. you reach down from your seat, pulling out everything you would need from your bag, waiting patiently for any instructions. the soft clicking of xiao's keyboard and the sound of rain hitting against the window fill the otherwise silent room, and honestly, given the atmosphere and the way xiao's room is so dark and cozy and how warm and inviting his bed is, you're tempted to fall asleep.
xiao's presence, though nerve-wracking, makes you feel at home. it feels familiar. you wouldn't mind falling asleep near him again.
but today's (sadly) not the day for resting. xiao finishes whatever he's working on, closing out of the tab and turning his chair to face your spot on the bed. he brushes a piece of his hair back and out of the way, uncovering the eyebrow piercing the bothersome piece had previously hid. his eyes look dead, tired dark circles laying underneath, and yet he still forces himself to speak, like a zombie who simply refuses to just give up and die.
"did you have anything specific in mind that you want to go over?"
you take a second to think, humming in response. zhongli never truly specified what you needed to brush up upon, only that the last few assignments weren't up to his standards, whatever that means. "I don't know. maybe everything from the last few weeks? I'm not so sure."
he too lets out a soft little hum as he thinks for a moment. he's never tutored before, and he's pretty sure he doesn't even have the qualifications to actually be of any sort of help. he makes it up as he goes.
“on the back of your textbook, there's a study guide that covers all the chapters inside." he gently motions for you to give him the book sitting on your lap, flipping to the page before handing it back to you. "I want you to do the questions of the study guide that cover the chapters we've already read in class. then I'll... assess you from there, and we can come up with a plan.”
it seems like a lot of work, and that's because it is. the longer you spend here (the more he can milk this session for everything it's worth), the better.
you nod, moving to get to work immediately, putting your full effort into the task at hand. you both work silently, xiao clicking at his keys alongside the noise of you flipping through the pages of your textbook and jotting answers down. the noises compliment one another well, creating a lingering sense of peace and calm in the air. you find yourself getting stuck on one or two of the questions, but… surprisingly breezing through the rest, and after a while of working, you gently speak his name, alerting him that you've finished. he’s quick to take your work, starting his inspection of it.
your hands can’t help but get a little clammy as you watch as he reads through your answers, analyzing each and every single written word. in the meantime, you’re doing a little analysis of your own, trying to distract your mind from feeling any more nervous than you realistically should.
your eyes flick from his messy hair, to the beauty mark almost right in the middle of his forehead, then to the soft dusting of red eyeshadow under his eyes. you look at how he runs a finger against the words on the page, too, almost subconsciously, and though you can’t really tell from this angle what he’s doing, you think he’s more so tracing the letters you’ve written than using it as a means to follow along. he almost looks entranced. you don’t know what to expect from xiao, can’t even guess what he’s thinking, and the furrowed eyebrows on his face definitely don’t make you feel any better.
you sit there, idley, awkwardly, fidgeting for what seemed like more than just a few minutes, before xiao finally speaks up.
you can barely hear him as he speaks, his words hushed and muffled. "you... need a lot of brushing up on the content, and your answers… lack good explanations and reasoning." he hands you back your work, sending you an almost sympathetic look. "I can see why zhongli believes you need help,” he adds.
it's a lie, of course, but you don't need to know that, not when zhongli had so delicately laid down the groundwork for all of this to happen in the first place. most of your answers were just fine as is, at least from what he lightly skimmed through.
still, he can't help but feel guilty when that look of embarrassment washes over your face.
for some reason you feel yourself get overwhelmed with emotion. you thought that maybe, just maybe, zhongli was simply just messing with you, as was notorious with the man and his teaching methods. but there's a stark sense of embarrassment that comes from xiao reaffirming what zhongli had said, an embarrassment so strong it sends your entire body ablaze with heat.
you can't help but awkwardly shift in your seat as you nod along to his words despite the way your head almost feels too heavy to lift, avoiding eye contact lest he sees you so embarrassed over something so... silly, a miniscule problem at best, something fixable with a bit of elbow grease and time, and yet it means way more than it should to you.
you've worked so hard in this class already. why aren't you improving?
he doesn’t let you really catch your breath before he speaks again. "I think we'll need a couple more sessions than we discussed earlier," he mumbles, again, as though too ashamed to speak up, flipping through his own textbook, face in his hand as he thinks. "I want to make sure we can get as much content covered as possible before the end of the semester and catch you back up, since you seem to be..." xiao takes a quick glance at you, and for a moment, just a split second, he sees you, sees inside of you, sees every little thing you've been keeping bottled up, your fear. he looks away, breath hitching out of complete and utter guilt. he forces himself to continue though.
"...behind," he finishes, the single word said notably softer than the rest of the sentence.
xiao forces himself to swallow down his guilt. truly, he feels terrible about lying about this, because you clearly seem to be doing just fine on you own and lord knows how much stress this entire ordeal is causing you, but what's the use of being presented and blessed by the gods themselves with such an amazing opportunity if his sinning hands can't take it out of greed? xiao hates it, but he's always been more of a taker than a giver, taking all he can from people and leaving nothing left of them.
the simple pure utter bliss at the thought of spending hours and hours with you, in his room, alone, intimately and in person instead of just being with you through a phone screen, extinguishes any guilt he could possibly feel.
you, on the other hand, do allow yourself to feel guilt, though it's a feeling that has much more innocent roots than what xiao feels. it's a feeling that pokes and stabs at you as you fumble for words to say. you're a much better person than xiao is in that regard. you can't help but to feel ashamed, ashamed that you were doing so terrible at a course that goes directly into your major that you would have to force xiaoー a man renowned for being a lonerー who surely would rather spend his free time by himself and not tutoring someone so out of your realm and element as you are.
maybe it's not too late after all to consider switching majors, you think.
"you seriously don't have to do that, I don't want to take more time from you than I'm already taking. honestly, I think I'm a bit of a lost cause at this point if I can't even do the simpler questions."
the truth is, not even xiao knows how scared you are. fear and dread soars through your body at the thought of ending up in the same spot you were in last year.
xiao lets out a sigh through his nose at your words, a noise that does nothing other than make you feel worse, especially when you can't read his emotions and tell what's going on in that labyrinth of a brain he has. maybe he's realized that you're not worth spending his time. maybe you really are a loss cause. maybe you really should change your major. maybe you should call it quits and drop out. maybe you should move countries, marry a rich doctor or a lawyer and spend the rest of your days as a glorified housespー
xiao doesn't let you finish your thoughts (plans), instead getting up from his chair slowly. "let's take a break." he says, and while you feel a break is a little undeserved after you haven't done much studying, you nod, thinking it might be best to just relax before jumping back into things. "taking things slowly is the better way to do things," you nod, although the words just barely register themselves in your head. you're surprisingly vulnerable with him.
"I'm... going to step out for a moment to get some air. I'll give you some time for yourself to think." you nod, giving him a small and meek thank you, genuinely so utterly grateful for all the time xiao has given you. you can't help yourself from bothering him just once more before he leaves, though.
"xiao?" you don't look up at him, eyes fixated on your answers and what must've been so wrong with them. you hear him hum, beckoning you to continue.
“do you think I'll be able to pass?”
"of course you will," he answers, and it's the first truth he's said all day.
"of course," he mumbles, this time lower, a reminder to himself of how you'd be completely fine on your own, and that he should never, ever take this opportunity for granted.
he makes a promise to himself that he won't.
----- NEW TEXT MESSAGE -----☆
zhongli: hello, [name]. xiao informed me earlier today that you two will be conducting your first study session today. I'm glad you spoke to him about tutoring like I had advised you to. how are things going?
[name]: it's going fine, he mostly just reaffirmed what you already told me though. but he's been really kind about it all, I'm grateful that he agreed to help me out.
zhongli: I see. I hope that he could give you a new perspective on things and aid you in your weak spots. xiao is an amazing student in his own right, and I'm sure that together, you two will make an amazing team. I'm glad you two are getting along.
zhongli: I'd like to give you a little heads up for a future assignment, but there will be a project upcoming where I'll be sure to partner you two up. I'm sure you two will impress me on what you come up with.
zhongli: I believe in you, [name], and I expect good things coming forward.
zhongli: I'm sure that xiao is grateful as well.
[name]: thank you.
[name]: I hope to meet your standards as best as I can.
-----☆
the apartment is even quieter than it was before without xiao.
it's lonely, too.
in a way, you used this little moment to yourself as a justification and way to figure out just what exactly is the enigma that is xiao. now that you're by yourself, you find yourself looking around at his walls, glancing over at one of the two of his cork boards that seems to have a bunch of what looks to be memorabilia of all sorts, stuff like old music concert tickets of local bands you've never heard of, polaroids with some familiar places and even some of his friends, post-it note scribbles of different tasks he has to get done, among other things.
you visualize yourself looking at the corkboard as though it's those ones in those crime movies, where you're using red yarn to connect the pieces of a story together, figuring out with all the clues you have at your disposal who xiao is.
there's other things, too. posters lining the wall and a singular cat shaped plushie on his bed, a wilted bouquet of flowers in a vase on his kitchen countertop meant for decoration, various little knick knacks on his desk, but the part of his room that catches your eye most, though, is his large, expansive bookshelf filled (a little messily) with a variety of different things, almost all of it stuff you actually recognize.
you’re halfway through looking around before you hear the door open back up again. you instinctually freeze, as of you’re a kid who’s been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. you shift your head, locking eyes with him as he steps back inside. to your surprise, he doesn’t look upset, not even annoyed, just intrigued as he watches you awkwardly shuffle away a little from the bookshelves.
you try to apologize with hast. “sorry, I wasn’t trying to snoop or anything, I swear, I was just–“
xiaos quick to interject as he walks right past you over to sit, this time on his bed instead of at his desk. “it’s fine. I don’t mind. you don’t have to apologize.” he crosses his arms once he’s situated in his seat. “do whatever you’d like.” he adds in an attempt to comfort you.
it sounds sarcastic, but you somehow can tell that it’s not. you nod, taking it as (hoping that it’s) permission to keep going. your eyes move over to the other corkboard near the bookshelves, hoping that you’re not stepping over any boundaries by doing so. this board is filled more with many different photos pinned up onto it. there’s all sorts of sites and places, things like concerts or shops or restaurants or nature– the list goes on– with a rare one or two photos with him actually in it. even rarer seemed to be other people that didn’t look like strangers in the background.
you subconsciously speak a thought aloud. “you seem to go out a lot. to really cool places, too.”
the only thing he really says in response is, “all of those aren’t recent.”
you hum in response, eyebrows furrowing a little as you nod in understanding. “oh, I see.” xiao takes it as an opportunity to ask you something even though he knows the answer already. “what about you? do you go out a lot?”
the question takes you a little aback. “I haven’t gotten out a lot recently either.” you try to think about all you’ve done recently, before realizing there’s nothing much to think about at all. you add, in truth, “…you’re honestly the first person I’ve spent time with in a while that wasn’t my roommate, but I don’t think that really counts.”
he cocks his head to the side at that answer, golden eyes staring at you (almost straight through your soul), intrigued. “why haven’t you spent time with anyone else?
a soft pang hits your heart as you think about the reason. the breakup. despite how much time has gone by, you’re still tender about the topic, and would rather not think about everything it’s caused as a result. would rather not think about him, either.
you let out a nervous laugh. “that’s a long story, I guess.”
xiao seems dissatisfied with that answer. he’s never responded so quickly, without hesitating before.
“I have time.”
you send a look of slight confusion his way. “I thought we were going to study some more today?”
“right…” xiao let’s a lot of dead air slip in whenever he speaks, pausing and hanging onto words as if he’s doing mental calculations to figure out what the right thing to say next. “…in the future, then.”
you nod as your eye continues it’s adventure through the board before another photo catches your attention fully. it’s a pretty photo of a bunch of people standing near the docks, holding up and letting go of lanterns. it looks like, judging from the date scribbled on the bottom of the photo and the contents of the photo itself, the annual lantern rite from a few years back. you remember that day, almost vividly, too. that was your first year at the school. you and venti had gone together that year. it was magical. it seems like xiao really was never too far from you. seriously, you’re surprised you two haven’t talked sooner.
you can’t help but smile as you reminisce on that day. “I remember this exact lantern rite. there was so many people, and the lanterns were so beautiful. they always are.”
you turn around to face him, again. “how long has it been since you’ve gone to the harbor? if I lived as close as you do, I think I’d go to the harbor whenever I have time.”
it takes awhile for xiao to respond, not because he’s thinking of an answer, but because he’s transfixed on your expression right now. you seem so happy that it naturally just pulls on his heart strings. he’s glad you still remember that particular lantern rite, even though he knows you’ve gone to more since then. xiao remembers that day visibly too, but probably (definitely) not for the same you do. he wonders if you remember that part of it deep inside.
“um… since the day of that photo, probably.”
you’re a little taken aback from that answer. xiao lives on the outskirts of the harbor. how could he have not gone back in years? everything you learn about xiao makes you more and more curious as to who he is. “really?” you can’t help but ask. he can’t help but shrug.
you speak without even thinking twice once more. “would you want to go again sometime then?” your eyes dart away from his face. you can’t help but look away before you finish the question, unable to look him in the eye as you clarify, “with me, I mean.” you stumble out the words more confidently than you exprcted.
he lets out a sigh. “there’s nothing I want from there…” it’s the truth. he hasn’t been very fond of the harbor for what has felt like centuries, especially not the memories he’s tethered to. he can’t help but to regret the accidental roughness of his words, though, when he looks up to see a flash of embarrassment paint across your face. it feels like he picked the wrong answer, but he wants to say the right one, desperately. xiao has never been great at talking, but he’s trying, for you. “but if you’d like… I’d like to go with you.”
you try to hide the way your heart picks up the pace a little at his words. “let’s go soon, then. I can tell you about myself, and you can tell me about you, too.”
he nods, and for a split second you think you’ve gone insane, because you swear, swear, that for a few seconds, the corner of xiao’s lips curve softly into a smile. a smile! smiling at the thought of you two ‘hanging out’ in the future! for all the times you’ve seen xiao, you can maybe only count on one hand how many times you’ve seen him smile.
“you want to learn about me?” he asks, earnestly, shocked, and it definitely wasn’t a question you were expecting.
“yeah, I mean I've always seen you around. I think we've even been in the same classes before this year, too, and now I’m getting tutored by you and I still know pretty much nothing about you.” you pause before adding on, “I’d love to learn more. I hope that’s not weird, or anything.”
he shakes his head, the ghost of a smile still etched onto his lips. and if you looked closely (which luckily for him, you weren’t), you’d see the faint dust of blush decorating his cheeks, too. “I don’t have much to tell you, but… that sounds good.”
he feels embarrassed at the fact he can’t control how warm his cheeks feel and how he can’t help but crack a smile at you. he clears his throat, trying to reset himself, suddenly ready to move on, going back to his desk.
“let’s keep working, I want to make the most out of the time we have together.” he doesn’t look at you as he speaks. you mentally brace yourself for another study session with him.
it’s gonna be a long night.
ーーー NEW MESSAGE ーーー ☆
ven: where have you been?
ven: haven’t seen you all day……….. ):
ven: my flower, the house is so empty without you……….. ))):
ven: are you with somebody? you never tell me these things anymore.
ven: talk to me soon, please.
ーーー ☆
it's late into the night when you're awakened rudely with a few desperate knocks against your bedroom door.
you can't help but groan as you stir awake, upset to be forced out of your dream state, although that irritation is soon replaced with guilt once you realize just why you were being awakened with such urgency in the first place. after whining out a loud, 'come in,' you peak your eyes open to see your best friend standing in your doorway, tears staining his face so much that they're visible even in the darkness.
shit. it's been so long since you've seen venti like this. you thought all of that was over ages ago.
"can I sleep with you tonight?" his voice is shakey yet gentle, filled with fear and something that you can only label as... need, as if he needs you more than he ever has. just his voice alone, paired with the way he looks so in the doorway while he's shivering and fiddling with his pajamas, hair looking almost as distraught as he's feeling, is enough to have you too stunned to speak.
"please?" he adds on when you don't reply immediately.
you nod, scooting over to make room for him as he slowly trudges to your bed like he's done many times before. he's quick to settle in under the covers with you, laying against the plush pillow underneath him. you move closer to him as though it's instinct, an action done out of retained muscle memory from the many nights you've spent doing this exact thing. your eyes, though half lidded and heavy, trace over his face over and over again, noting how his eyes look back at you and you can't help but think that venti is such an expressive person. even if he's so silent right now, his eyes are cloudy and storming, speaking a thousand words with the thunder that rings out within them.
he looks like he's trying to think of what to say, but he doesn't need to say a single thing. you already know why he's here.
his face is contorted in a way that almost showcases utter agony, and it hurts, hurts to see your best friend suffering, especially when the best you can do is guide your hand softly against the smooth the skin of his cheek and brushing away any tears in pity. if nothing else, you truly do hope that, at the very least, your presence can help.
“do you maybe want to talk about it?” you run your hand through his soft, pretty dyed blue locks that seem to almost glow in the moonlight, feeling the light moisture of his skin from his sweat. you’ve forgotten just how easy it always has been to brush your hand through his locks. your voice is gentle and low as if not to startle him, as if not to shatter him more than he already is. “you know you don’t have to, but you can always talk to me if you need to.”
“no, it’s okay... I just want to be with you right now.” his voice is meek as he chooses his words carefully as though they're meticulously chosen to pull at your heartstrings (they do), and he sounds like he’s on the brink of tears once more.
“is it the same dream as before?” you ask, remembering how many nights you've spent with venti just like this when he began getting frequent ‘nightmares’ awhile back, nightmares that till this day you don't know the contents of.
he nods, although hesitantly, as though it’s some sort of secret. and in a way, it is.
he could never, ever, ever tell you that you’re the cause of all of his nightmares after all.
“are you sure you don’t want to talk about it? you look really upset. you've never told me what makes you like this.”
“no, I just want to… I just want to stay like this for a while.”
“okay, ven,” you whisper, soft and quiet, as if your voice could shatter him whole. you pause, thinking of what to say, before you decide that you won’t prode any further, instead bidding him a goodnight. “I love you, venti. get some rest.”
for the first time in maybe months, venti doesn’t tell you he loves you back.
instead he burrows himself as deep as humanly possible, as if being torn away from you would kill him, just like the way his dreams pulled and tugged ruthlessly at his heart strings, shoving images of you with your new 'tutor' down his throat, like they had with him months and months ago.
how cruel is it that he's forced to see you being ripped away from him both in real life and in his dreams?
-----☆
you're half asleep when you feel him mumble into your skin.
"I miss you. I miss this." he whispers, but you can barely hear him. he misses the way you feel, how comforting you smell, how his hands connect with your body like they're puzzle pieces. he misses having all your attention on him like this, so quick to coo and ask if he's okay. everything’s changed from how it used to be.
"what?"
you feel venti's hands slip under your shirt, feeling the warm skin of your back as he slowly trails his hands up and down, basking in the way that you feel. "I miss you, cecilia. especially today." his voice isn't shakey anymore. instead it's much more fluid, as though he never had the night terrors that brought him into your room to begin with. you can't help but frown at his words even in your sleepy state.
"venti..." you mumble out, feeling his hands start to dig themselves into your skin. his grip on your waist is tightー not enough for it to hurt, but just enough that it keeps you from pushing him away if you really wanted to, trapping and suffocating you, bordering the lines of sucking the air out of your lungs.
part of you wishes he wouldn't keep things so bottled up from you, because clearly, your constant 'absence' in his life is hurting him more than you'll ever be able to understand, but the more selfish part of you is shamefully grateful that he is. you love venti, but for a man who constantly champions for freedom, he's always been so dead set on taking away yours.
you know deep down that if you gave venti an inch, he'd take a mile, and you don't have many miles left to give. you could spend twenty-four hours of a day with venti and he would still want you to somehow spend twenty-five on him. as much as you love ventiー truly, you love him more than anything else in the worldー, you know it'd be better if you didn't indulge him as much as you want him to. lord knows how quick venti would be to turn you into a hollow, empty shell of yourself by taking every second you have all for himself if he could.
besides, this whole thing will blow over eventually after the party, right?
right?
"I know that I've already whined and complained about it, but god, I miss you. you were gone for so long today with someone I don't even know… seeing you occasionally here and there isn't enough for me. I..." venti somehow manages to pull his body even closer to you, your chest and his chest plush against each other, so close that you can feel the way it rises as he breathes slowly. "I know I'm selfish, but I need you."
he says the word 'need' as if he'd die without you.
you don't think this is a conversation you two should be having when you're so... out of it, exhausted.
"venti, can we talk about this in the morning?"
his grip slowly loosens. "...okay." he says the word slowly and hesitantly, as if he's a child saying a cuss word for the first time, as if agreeing to put his feelings aside until you're in a much more lucid and conscious state is a sin. "I'm... I'm sorry for bothering you and being so clingy and... I just..." venti swallows thickly. "goodnight," venti mumbles, choosing not to finish his thought.
your eyebrows furrow, something about this whole conversation feeling off to you. never in a million years would venti have been so... upfront, apart from the day he invited you to the party. it's like venti's slowly unraveling like a string, just one little tug away from snapping.
it wouldn't be the first time venti's snapped on you though. you need to mend things and shut off the ticking time bomb before things blow up in your face again, like when you...
like when you...
ugh. you'll think about all of this later when you're actually well-rested and capable of forming cohesive thoughts. you softly mumble out a goodnight to venti as well, praying that the storm will blow off soon enough.
it doesn't, though. the winds only get stronger and louder.
ーーー☆
venti wasn't in your room by the time you woke up. infact, he wasn't in the apartment at all. not in his room, not in the kitchen or in the bathroom getting ready, nowhere. he didn't even leave a text telling you where he went.
you guess that venti needs time to think after last night, and you decide that it's probably for the best.
you'll see him again later anyways.
ーーー☆
it's cold out today, october's chill punishing you for wearing too light of a sweater for the weather, but the freezing temperature of the classroom during today's lecture isn't the cause of the way you squirm in your seat out of discomfort. no, you have professor zhongli to take credit for that.
you're convinced that zhongli gets a kick out of giving you borderline heart attacks.
honestly, that isn't exactly far from the truth. there's something about the way your eyes flicker in complete, utter fear just by him saying, "[name], may you please see me after class? there's something I'd like to discuss with you," that sends shivers down his spine, as egregious as that may sound. it's a shameful feeling for a professor to have, but at least he has much more innocent intentions this time as opposed to the last time he's asked you to stay behind.
the request was given to you right at the start of class (which you were actually on time to, thank god) before he began with his lecture. and once again, you couldn't help but think about just what exactly zhongli wanted to discuss with you throughout the entire lecture, almost too busy coming up with theories to focus. all you can think is, did you do something wrong again? was the assignment you turned in last night bad? all that studying you did with xiao couldn’t have been for nothing, right? you're going to fail the semester at this rate.
you wish zhongli was more dead set on helping you pass like last year than assuring that you failed.
you can’t help but call back to that time. you had been much worse off back then. you were visibly behind everyone else, but it hadn't started that way. so much was happening back then. and that breakup, oh that fucking break up, really made focusing on your school work beyond difficult. you truly did put up a fight, tried to make sure you stayed afloat, and it did work at first. but your responsibilities drowned you completely, and you never really learned how to swim.
it was a rough semester, and one of your classes had been taught by the very same man taking great pleasure in ruining you today. your one saving grace? once again, the very same man, who had seemed to take enough pity onto you that he took matters into his own hands to make sure you did well.
you stood out back then, not because you shone bright, but because you didn't shine at all.
zhongli wanted to light that fire back in you that you had at the start of the year. and he had.
zhongli had took you under his wing, struck you with passion and drive, made you fall in love all over again with the topic you were studying through his ramblings and stories and sheer utter knowledge; he revitalized you, filled a hole. he had kept you after class and in his office on weekends, making time to make sure that you succeeded and through his gentle nurturing that was the hot to his own cold. you had succeeded, to your surprise. and he had looked after you ever since.
it was silly for you to believe that he would grace you with the same mercy this course.
but things are different now. so much more different. you were grateful back then for him striving to push you to do better, but now it's overwhelming. back then, his standards were achievableー finish your assignments on time as often as you could, study a little when you can, at least attempt to attend every class you had. it was doable. but now, now you're almost convinced he wants you to become borderline perfectー no, perfect is an understatement. he wants you to be better than perfect.
perfect, and vulnerable.
back then it felt as though he was trying to help you but now, the back of your mind can't help but tell you that he's always been helping himself, benefiting himself, not you.
it was at the start of this school year that you let yourself fall right into the dragon's lair.
either way, maybe it's the fact that your mind was so occupied, or maybe time simply just decided to speed up, but the class flew by in no time. you had practically tuned out all of zhongli's ramblings and teachings today. you watched zhongli dismiss the class, staying seated despite the way everyone else shuffled out of the door as quickly as possible. once again, it was just you and zhongli in the empty room.
fuck.
zhongli walks to the front of your desk, running a hand through his hair before letting out a long sigh, and you never knew how such a little harmless action could strike so much fear into your heart. could you just combust already? you're not at all ready for whatever zhongli has to say.
"what a long class we had today, hm? I hope I didn't bore you too much. you looked particularly distracted." zhongli says, smiling gently at you as he attempts to brighten the gloomy mood you're clearly in. "luckily, though, I've been excited to talk to you all class. you truly were my saving grace today."
is this some kind of sick joke? you were kidding when you thought zhongli must get pleasure out of your failure, but you might actually be right.
gross.
"don't worry, though, I didn't keep you after class just to complain. I'll get to the point, since I know you hate pointless chatter."
"I know it's far too early to say this, but I'm proud of you, [name]."
that caring nature still shines through, the strict professor he's supposed to be eroded and washed away by time itself.
your eyebrows furrow. "what?" you can’t help but let the word slip out of your mouth in the midst of your confusion.
"the assignment you gave in last night, truly one of your best works this semester. you never fail to amaze me with how fast you manage to make a turnaround when you put your mind to it, [name]."
the assignment? the one you worked on last night at the last second despite having over a week to do it after studying with xiao that you had to keep your eyes pried open to complete? the one xiao had borderline picked apart a dozen times as though trying to break you down even more? that assignment?
what?
"but I... what? if it was any good, it's likely only because xiao was there to help me." you mumble, unsure of your words.
"so? are you really diminishing your accomplishments just because you got a little aid?" zhongli plants a hand on your cheek like he has a dozen times in the past before guiding your face to look up at him. "or are you trying to say that it was xiao who had done your assignment, not you?"
"o-of course he didn't, but-" zhongli is quick to shush you, pressing a gloved thumb against your lips with a soft smile.
"shh. you did well, and that's final. I hope this pattern continues. you know I want nothing but the best for you after seeing what you can achieve." his gloved hand caresses your cheek and you're convinced he can feel the heat your face is producing out of embarrassment even through the layer of fabric. "my little star, you're doing well again." he adds quietly, so quietly that you can just barely make it out, though the nickname is far less shocking than the praise that your brain is still trying to make sense of.
"before I let you go, I just wanted to reiterate that should you ever need my assistance with anythingー and I mean anything at all, whether it's related to your academics or notー know that I am and always will be here."
"I... thank you." it's the only words you can come up with as zhongli leaves you alone with your thoughts. "thank you," you repeat, speaking the words much more quietly. in a hushed whisper.
in the back of your mind, you realize that you should be thinking about how odd it is for zhongli to suddenly be so sugary sweet, how he's touched you so much more intimately than a professor should, how his little nickname for you is weird at best, and yet all you can think about is how he's proud of you.
for some reason, that's all that really matters to you in the moment. you can think about... all that other stuff, later.
ーーー☆
it's almost pitch dark out by the time you finally get home.
"I'm home!" you shout out as soon as you step through the front door, voice a little breathy after having to climb up a few flights of stairs to get up to your apartment, alerting venti that you've arrived in a way akin to how married couples do. you're quick to lock the door behind you, stripping yourself of your shoes that feel more like weights before placing them in the shoe rack near the door and putting your heavy bag down next to venti's violin case, deciding you'll bother with getting whatever you need out of there when you feel like it. you wince a little at the cold tiles of the floor underneath your feet.
maybe one day you'll move into a place with an actual heater, you think.
"I'll be there in just a second!" venti's voice rings out from what you assume is the bathroom down the hall, likely showering given the pitter-pattering sound of running water. you nod, as though responding to him despite the fact he can't see you, flicking on the light switch to the kitchen as you do so. the kitchen table immediately grabs your attention with how different it looks compared to how you left it this morning. two orange pumpkins sit at the center, and alongside it lays an unopened package of carving tools and another package of tea lights, a brown bag filled with what looks to be some house decor and knick knacks (venti truly does love trying to make your run-down apartment as much of a true home as possible), and a bag of groceries yet to be put away.
you sit down at the medium sized wooden table, allowing yourself to rest and bask in the day as you look through everything infront of you. it's been awhile since you've just sat in silence and thought, and even longer since you let yourself really live in this home without just heading straight to your room. your nails drill against the table, pushing one of the two pumpkins closer to you with a soft hum. you trace a finger against it, imaginging what'd you want to carve on it and how it'd glow after you put a candle inside.
this year you should do something new, get a little more fancier with the design that you have in the previous years that you craved a pumpkin. maybe you and venti will carve matching jack-o-laterns this year. you can't help but smile at the thought.
"they're cute, aren't they?"
you tense up when you feel a hand on your shoulder, but you instantly relax when you turn your head to see venti. you guess you were so lost in thought you hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom. you drink in his presence, giving him a glance over out of instinct. the smell of his apple-cinnamon bodywash assault your senses in an oddly comforting way, a scent that makes you feel right at home. he's in a pair pajamas and cute bunny slippers, and his hair is clipped up in a pretty half up, half down ponytail. the blue dyed tips of his hair are losing their signature color (which is odd, considering that despite his inherit laziness, venti's always been one to make sure those tips stay bright blue at all costs) and his skin looks a little damp.
a gummy smile paints his face, and he has a bit of a playful glint in his eye, but he looks notably tired, and a sense of worry pings at your heart at the sight. you were the roommate notorious for having bags under your eyes afterall, not him, so to see him look so exhausted, especially when venti's always been one for getting his 'beauty sleep,' tells you that venti internally isn't feeling his best. it sounds shallow, judging someone's mental health based on their appearance, but you know venti like the back of your hand, and you know that something's wrong.
even moreso, you know exactly what that wrong thing is, given last night's conversation.
"I got them at the grocery store today. thought it might be fun to carve them together before they go bad. that is, if you want to grace me with your undivided time and attention, of course." venti pretends he's joking, but you know deep down he means the sentiment of wanting you to give him your time for once, and you honestly feel awful at his words. nonetheless, you suck it up, smiling up at him. it's a genuine smile.
"why wouldn't I? it is tradition after all. I'm going to make mine extra scary this year."
venti laughs at your words, his heart internally flutter at the thought of how determined your face would look as you try to create the spookiest jack-o-latern he's ever seen. he leans down, pressing a soft, platonic peck to your forehead, finally giving you a welcome home.
"you're home later than usual again, everything go okay?"
you can't help but notice that venti is acting as if he had never said what he said last night, though the air between you is still awkward and tense, and his face does little to hide the fact that deep down, he's still quelling on the things he spoke about. nonetheless, you decide that that conversation is to be had when venti wants it to happen, knowing full well from years of being his best friend that venti prefers keeping a lighter mood at all costs, so you leave things at that until he's ready to speak about it again.
"yeah, I just thought that I'd try to get some work done while I could at campus," you answer, watching as he nods slowly at your words. you can tell he's fighting back the urge to interrogate you, to ask you if you were with anybody and if you really needed to stay at campus, and anything else he can use as a way to rationalize the fact that he's so clingy. he looks around the room, thinking about what else he could say to make sure the conversation doesn't end prematurely.
"oh! I ordered some takeout a bit before you came home. it's still hot, if you want to eat."
you nod, thanking him, and you can tell he's trying to read you, to figure out just how exactly he can stay with you longer without him bringing up anything you two talked about last night. he stands there, presence lingering as though he has something to say, and yet he chooses not to say whatever's on his mind, instead preferring to pick up the unopened bottle of dandelion wine on the nearby kitchen counter.
"you seem all set. I'll get going now, then. I have an urgent date with a bottle of wine that I can't miss for the world." venti moves quickly to leave as though trying to make sure you don't see through to him, turning his back to you without another word, but he doesn't get too far before he's freezing up at your words.
"you're not gonna stay and chat?" you say instinctively, a little surprised by the fact he was so quick to come and go today. you don't know what it is about today, but the thought of venti forcing himself to go when he clearly doesn't want to pains you. maybe it was last night's conversation, or maybe it's how venti radiates warmth that fights against the biting cold that nips at your skin, or maybe you just miss venti, but you want him here with you.
venti turns around slowly, his voice low as he speaks. "oh..." he starts off, "I thought you would've wanted to eat alone like all the other nights," you almost let out a wince at his words. how long has it really been since you last simply hung out with venti? "do you... want me to stay?" you let out a gentle hum.
"I want you here tonight. I want to talk to you."
"about what?"
you think about everything you'd want to tell venti, and you realize that that's exactly it; you want to tell him everything and anything you can. you want to tell him about your new tutor who turned out to be a lot less scary than you were expecting him to be, or that new coffee shop a friend had told you about that opened up near by that you'd love to tell him about, or how zhongli was actually kind to you today. but you also want venti to tell you everything too, about any escapades he's had recently while drunk or new songs he's written, or even how his classes are going and if he's thinking of going to any other parties soon.
you realize that, as much as you'd hate to admit it to yourself, you miss just being with venti a lot too.
"everything," you finally reply after thinking, grinning up at his hesitant form.
"everything? really? this isn't a ploy to tell me horrific news or to try to get out of going to that party, is it?"
"no, I promise. I'm honestly a bit offended you'd think I'd ever be so cruel as to try to get out of going to such an amazing party," you joke.
venti playfully rolls his eyes at your words, but he can't help the smile that creeps up his face. his smile is bright like a star, warm enough for a planet to survive off of, eyelids crinkling at the corners of his eyes as he puts the bottle in his hand down befofe he pulls up one of the kitchen chairs, the legs screeching against the floor so that he's sitting infront of you. he leans in close to you as though you were about to tell him the greatest story known to man. you can't help but feel warm and fuzzy inside. venti's smile, his real and genuine smile, gives you a feeling like no other. it makes you feel whole, like none of your problems neither exist nor matter and that everything in this world is perfect.
"okay then, dove, tell me everything."
ーーー NEW TEXT MESSAGE ーーー☆
alatus: can you believe it's almost sunday already?
[name]: holy shit, time is going by so fast
[name]: I'm so excited to meet you in person
alatus: I'm excited too.
[name]: I can't believe I've known you for over a year and I'm only going to get to see your face now
[name]: I swear, if you're just some creep...
alatus: I promise I'm not.
alatus: well, maybe.
[name]: ha ha, very funny.
[name]: but seriously, it honestly feels like I've known you for forever.
alatus: maybe you have and you just never noticed
#tw stalking#tw age gap#tw possession#tw student teacher relationship#tw yandere#tw manipulation#yandere xiao x reader#yandere venti x reader#yandere zhongli x reader#yandere Genshin impact x reader
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klaus mikaelson x reader
summary — caroline has always been the one everyone prefers and chooses over you. how dare you think klaus would be any different?
warnings — angst! mean caroline
part count — 1/?
a/n — i have the biggest writer’s block on this, but it’s such a great idea :/ feel like i didn’t do it justice
you walked out of the doors of the mikaelson mansion, the tears in your eyes blurring your vision. you noticed the stares of the people at the ball, probably confused as to why you were crying. your lip quivered, trying your hardest to relax, and keep the sobs that begged to leave your lips hidden. you continued walking, needing to be out of that party. you needed to be away from klaus mikaelson.
you had met klaus when he first came to mystic falls. he fancied you ever since he laid his eyes on you, and the feeling was mutual. it wasn’t long before you two started seeing each other. that was two years ago, and here you are, still in love with him. you have always felt unworthy of him. after all, you were human. a mere human who had nothing but love to offer him. and that seemed to be enough, for him.
klaus was your very first love, and now your first heartbreak. you continued walking home, hoping none of your friends saw how upset you were. the salvatores were protective of you, often reminding you of all of the things klaus has done, and how he doesn’t deserve you. elena, matt, even bonnie, your best friend, warned you. gosh, everyone did. why did you ignore them?
it wasn’t long until you reached your home. a relief sigh leaving your lips. you were thankful your house was close to the mikaelson’s. it wasn’t a long walk. it seemed like no one had seen your small breakdown. it seemed like no one noticed, and you were thankful. you didn’t want to pretend you were okay. not yet.
you didn’t take long and decided to take a bath. you wanted to sleep as soon as possible, feeling truly exhausted from everything that happened. you took off the gorgeous dress your boyfriend had picked out for you, soon entering your bathtub. a shiver left your lips as you sat on your bathtub, the warm water relaxing your tensed muscles. tears started leaving your eyes, without you even noticing them, while you remembered what you saw.
“i’ve never been anywhere, really.” you heard caroline say, earning your attention. you were looking for klaus, he has suddenly disappeared from your side. you followed her voice, leading you towards klaus’ studio. you looked through the crack of the door, finding both caroline and klaus. you decided to watch. why was klaus alone with her of all people?
“i’ll take you. wherever you want. tokyo? rome?” you heard klaus reply. your heart tightened at the response. what? why was klaus being like this towards her? he knew. he knew of all of the times caroline has made your life difficult. he knew.
“oh wow!” caroline laughed, walking closer to the hybrid, one of her hands finding a place on his toned chest. your pained eyes couldn’t stop watching them, confused. “must be nice..” caroline continued, earning a confused look from klaus. “to just snap your fingers and get everything you want.”
“not everything.” klaus replied, leaning down, his lips just hovering over hers. you froze in place. this can’t be happening. not him too. please not klaus as well.
it was too late. caroline crashed her lips into klaus after a few minutes of silence and eye contact. she took him away too, it seems. you instantly turned around and walked away, not being able to look at them any longer. he knew.
you shook your head, shaking that memory away, before finishing washing up. you soon got dressed and headed to bed. the vibration from your phone kept distracting you, you silenced your phone, all before laying on your bed, and closing your eyes. tomorrow will be better.
—————
“where did you go last night? i believed you’d be staying here?” kol asked. you looked up to meet his eyes. you did leave the ball early. you shook your head, you didn’t want to worry them.
“i went home, just wasn’t feeling good.” you smiled at him, trying your hardest to convince him. “i didn’t want to run your mother’s ball.” you finished, earning a chuckle from elijah, who sat next to you.
“it got ruined regardless, dear.” elijah said, his eyes staring into yours. what happened after you left? you heard kol chuckle.
“what did you do?” you asked, a giggle leaving your lips.
“he had a spat with damon.” finn replied from a far. you grabbed a small cushion, and threw it gently at kol. kol covered himself with his hands, a soft laugh leaving his lips.
“what?!” kol asked, chuckling. “he started it, believe me.” he finished, smirking at you. you shook your head and relaxed once again in your seat. you could feel elijah’s eyes on you. he knew something was wrong. he could tell you were upset.
“oh, hello, love.” klaus said, as he walked into the room. “are you alright?— where did you head to, last night?” klaus asked, walking closer to you. he leaned down to kiss you, a kiss you refused to give him. you turned your head slightly. klaus looked at you confused. you have never acted this way towards him. he clenched his jaw and backed away, his eyes never leaving your figure.
elijah looked at you, his worries further increasing. his suspicions were just confirmed, something was off. he wondered what it could’ve been. see, you were a very affectionate person. you loved receiving and giving affection. long hugs, hand holding and small pats were important to you. so to see you refuse a kiss from klaus was definitely a shocker for everyone in the room. there is something wrong.
this went on for a whole week. you have been ignoring the hybrid for a week now. you would refuse his kisses, and hugs. he hasn’t heard your gorgeous voice ever since the ball. you won’t ask how he’s doing, or even slept next to him. he missed you so much. he wondered what he did to upset you. he kept replaying that night, trying to find the reason for your sudden change.
klaus sighed as he watched you from the door frame of your shared bedroom, whilst you collected all of your things. where were you going? where you going to leave him? his eyes furrowed as he watched you fill your bag with clothes. he walked closer to you.
“my love.” klaus spoke, looking down at you. you ignored him yet again, turning away from him to continue packing. you were ready to leave. you couldn’t stay there any longer. “y/n.” klaus said sternly, as he grabbed your arm, putting a halt to your actions. for the first time in a while, you met his eyes. his eyes soften as he saw your pained expression, as if you were exhausted.
“what’s going on? why have you been avoiding me?” klaus asked, a hand wrapping around your waist, to lock you in place. you sighed. does he really not know?
“you knew— you knew of my history with caroline.” you whispered softly, your eyes now looking down. klaus was still confused. he nodded.
“yes, of course. you have told me before, my love. of course i know.” he replied, still clueless. you looked up to meet his eyes in disbelief. you almost wanted to slap him. how can he be so nonchalant of this?
“no, niklaus. you knew. you knew of how she has taken it upon herself to steal every single partner i’ve ever had, of how she can make me feel worthless and meaningless with just a snap of her fingers— you knew how she made me feel.” you said bitterly, removing his hands off your body. klaus stood frozen, as he watched you.
it was true. caroline has always been a constant worry in your life. from matt to tyler. all of your past boyfriend abandoned you to be with her. you always wondered what it was. you wondered what made her more special than you. why everyone seemed to prefer her over you. it has always been like this. you have always been the less important one in the friend group. you just thought you had finally gained meaning. you thought things would be different this time.
“so please tell me, how you knew of how she made me, your partner, feel, yet you still decided to kiss her. you kissed her, niklaus.” you said yet again, placing emphasis on kiss. you just couldn’t believe it. you couldn’t believe that klaus, your possessive, jealous yet incredibly loving boyfriend, would ever do something like this.
“i can’t even be surprised. because who am i next to her?” you chuckled sadly, klaus’ eyes widen at your words. “but i just thought you’d be different. i thought you— i thought wrong.” you finished, zipping up your bag. you looked up at the speechless klaus in-front of you, before walking past him.
“if you truly didn’t love me— if all of this time you wanted her, you should’ve just told me. you shouldn’t have went about it this way, you— you’re my everything, klaus. and watching you kiss her was just…” you shook your head, fighting your tears.
“i understand i’m not like her. i know i don’t have much to offer, and i’m just a human that’s in love with you. but klaus— i loved you with my entire being. i understood you, and never judged you. i was there when no one was. i just don’t understand how that can’t be enough...” you said in a small whisper, your voice threatening to break if you spoke any longer.
“i would have never done this to you.” you finished, before walking out of the room, and leaving him alone with his thought. you were done.
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Built for Love Interlude Chapter (MBJ x Famous Black OC)
A/N: Ummmmmm ok so this is thanks to @lynaye1993! lol I had this half written and then her comment on chapter 7 encouraged me to finish it. Timeline wise, this fits between chapter 6 and chapter 7 so you should read 6 first. This is really just smut lol
Warnings: NSWF. Some mentions to history with abuse - nothing super explicit but definitely touches on abuse as it relates to sex. But then it's just a lot of sex talk and smut.
Charlotte’s giggles filled her apartment as she and Michael lounged on the floor by her couch, using their spoons to fight for a scoop of cookie dough ice cream. The carton was full as they ate directly from it but they each just wanted the biggest chunks for themselves.
“I think the counter is my favorite spot,” Charlotte offered, continuing their conversation as Michael wrapped his arm around her, holding her flush to his chest.
Their limbs were a tangled mess as they relaxed, sequestered from the world in Charlotte’s apartment. She was scantily clad in nothing but a lingerie set she had bought for Michael, while he was in nothing but his boxers.
Since they started having sex the week prior, Charlotte was trying to think of ways to push herself out of her comfort zone where sex was concerned. The lingerie was, admittedly, a small step to some but huge for a woman who never saw herself as sexy. But when she opened the door for Michael in that outfit, any insecurities she had melted away with one look. He had looked like he wanted to completely ravish her… and he did.
“Yea, definitely gonna have you bent over that a few more times tonight,” he remarked, kissing the dip in her shoulder as he recalled when he fucked her from behind in her kitchen 20 minutes earlier.
He hoped their ice cream break was merely an energy refuel though he could tell she was content laying there with him. And so was he.
“Has fucking from the back always been your favorite?”
Michael raised an eyebrow, shocked that she picked up on that. It was true but they did not really talk about sex, their fantasies, likes, dislikes. She always skirted around the topic and he never wanted to push. He knew it was a big step just to be intimate with someone again. But he knew one day, her comfort with him and the topic would increase.
“How’d you figure that?”
She shrugged, her head lulling back, Michael stroking her loose curls as her eyes looked to the ceiling.
“I dunno. It just seems like you really get into it. You’re a bit more aggressive, the strokes are faster and rougher. It just feels like you get lost in it in a different way?”
His honey bee was certainly perceptive. However, hearing her words, aggressive and rough, hung in his ears. Her tone was one of curiosity, not a hint of anger or fear in them as she said it. But still, he had to ask. “Does that hurt or bother you?”
She smiled at his thoughtfulness, the protective aura that surrounded her immediately. “No, no. I would’ve said so if it did. I like it… which kinda surprises me, I guess. It’s just an observation.”
He nodded. “Yea I guess it’s my favorite. Though I prefer positions that let me look at you while you cum. I like to see your face when I fuck you.” Charlotte could not help but blush at his words. “I think I know what your favorite thing is,” he kissed her neck softly.
She rolled her eyes at his cockiness and turned to look at him, a nonverbal challenge in her eyes to see if he truly knew the answer. “Oh yea?”
“My head between your legs.”
This nigga, she thought to herself. He did not tell a single lie. His mouth… his skills? Otherworldly. However, their banter would not allow her to admit he was right.
“I think you want it to be my favorite so you can do it more,” she teased. She did love it but she still did not have the courage to request it. It was a mental block more than anything so Michael took it upon himself every time they had sex to please her orally. Another thing she knew she needed to work on, communicating what she wanted in the bedroom.
“You might be right about that. I still can’t believe I was the first guy to get a taste of you. I feel special, not gon lie. But that’s insane to me. How’s it possible that a nigga is near you and don’t want a taste?”
She merely shrugged. She had not really thought much about how odd it was. It had just always been her reality. It would be less odd if she was a virgin, she supposed. But since she had sex before, she could see why it seemed insane to him and her friends. Jazz was clear that she did not let a nigga fuck who wasn’t willing to give her what she needed first. Charlotte wished she had that confidence, that self-assured attitude and ownership of your individual pleasure. Charlotte wanted to be that. But she worried it was too late, her current state too hard to cleave from.
“I’ve only had sex with two guys, including you. And you are just the first guy to actually care if I got anything out of the experience. You know, if it was fun and pleasurable for me. I imagine there’s a lot of shit I haven’t done yet.”
“You were with him for years and he never cared if you enjoyed it?”
She turned over to face him, shifting so she was sitting on his lap instead of between her legs. There was something about wanting to look in his eyes when she told him things about her past. It somehow made it both easier and harder at the same time. Something in his eyes made vulnerability easier but she could not deny she was still afraid the next bit of information would send him running. She provided a slow trickle of information, tidbits here or there for him to put the distressing puzzle together himself. But nothing had made him run for the hills just yet, so she had to trust that this would not either.
“Sex with him… wasn’t like what it is between the two of us. It wasn’t intimate o-or fun or playful. I w-was just a body and he did what he liked, when he liked, with little regard for me, the word ‘no’ and whether it was what I wanted too.” She paused. “It took a lot of therapy for me to realize that, for him, sex was just about reminding me that I was powerless and he wasn’t.”
She noticed how rage flickered across his face at her carefully chosen words, the implication in them even though she did not explicitly say it. The lack of consent, the lack of care for her body and her needs. She wondered if she should have told him before they had sex the first time, about how much of her sexual history was tied to violence and abuse. But she did not want him to treat her with gloves like she was a fragile thing or no longer be sexually attracted to her. But she also knew, as her best friend and sister in law told her, sex was about communication too. And their sex life could not flourish without it.
“Before you, I didn’t know it could be like this? Didn’t know it could make me feel this good or alive.” She took a deep breath before adding, a secret only her closest friends just found out. “I didn’t even know I could orgasm till you.”
Everything she said broke his heart. He knew she did not want a response to the earlier revelations because she would take it as pity or sympathy and she never wanted that. She never wanted him to feel sorry for her. But he was sorry, sorry that she spent so much time in the arms of a boy who treated her so cruelly. He had guessed that their sex life was not great but he had not expected this. The only thing he could reasonably comment on, that also didn’t showcase the true extent of his unholy, burning rage at her ex, was her last statement.
“Wait. Our first time was the first time you’ve had an orgasm? In your life?”
She covered her face immediately, which he gently used one of his hands to pry away so he could look at her. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s embarrassing to be this old and have never done all this shit. I probably am the most inexperienced woman you’ve ever been with.”
“It’s not embarrassing, Els. You got plenty of time to have every experience you’ve ever wanted to have. You wanna try something new, name it and we’ll do it. I don’t give a fuck about your experience. No one else compares to you for me. And as we add to your list of firsts, it’ll only get better.”
She nodded, kissing him softly.
“J-just now that you know… don’t hold back with me o-or treat me like a fragile flower. I know his actions aren’t yours. A-and when I’m with you, I don’t want you to be restrained… I want you to be you and I want all of you every single time.”
“As long as you promise to say so if you don’t like something in the moment. I don’t ever want to hurt or trigger you and you not tell me.”
“Deal.”
The conversation settled, the pair continuing their ice cream binge when Michael spoke up again, one shocking fact still bouncing in his mind.
“Ok seriously tho, that can’t be your first orgasm. First one with someone, sure. But what about when you… you know, play with yourself?”
Charlotte’s nose wrinkled up as she shook her head. She tried once or twice a long time ago but whether it be her insecurities or other mental blocks, she just could not get herself there.
“I don’t… really do that. I mean, I’ve tried but I j-just can’t really get into it.”
“What do you do to take the edge off?”
She shrugged, “Add an extra mile to my run.” He immediately doubled over in laughter, her response was a ‘Charlotte response’ to a t if he had ever heard one. “Don’t laugh at me,” she chuckled. “I dunno. It felt weird to do it when I was with someone and when I was single, I just didn’t have much of an interest until I met you. A-and I dunno, by then it felt like I'd miss the self exploration boat. Running and a cold shower worked just fine. Unpleasant but effective.”
He didn’t respond, the wheels in his mind already turning as his fingers caressed her stomach. They rolled over one large scar she had before continuing up to her the swell of her breasts, Charlotte moaning lightly at the touch.
Michael patted her thigh, signaling for her to get up for a second. He took their ice cream and slipped it in the freezer and their dirty dishes into the sink before taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom.
Charlotte followed without a word, lust already coursing through her. For just having rediscovered her libido, it had certainly skyrocketed.
“Strip for me and lay on the bed, baby.”
Charlotte made quick work of discarding what little clothes she had on before settling on her bed. She could feel the laser focus of his eyes on her ass as she got onto the bed and got comfortable. She expected him to climb between her legs as he always did. But instead, he sat there and watched her for a moment before giving her the next instruction.
“Close your eyes. You trust me?”
She nodded as she closed her eyes. She felt the dip in the bed from his body weight, felt him hover over her as he braced himself above her. His breath tickled her skin as he kissed the sensitive spot on her neck, Charlotte craning her head to give him more room. He sucked on her ear before whispering to her.
“Play with yourself.”
Charlotte’s eyes flew open in surprise. Whatever she thought he was going to say, it was most certainly not that. “B-Babe. I just told you I can’t do that… especially not with you here.”
“Relax… just try it. I’m gonna help you, don’t worry. Just close your eyes, concentrate on my hands, and when you’re ready, touch yourself. Part of me pleasing you is you knowing what you like. And this is one way for you to figure out what you like.” He started a trail of kisses down from her neck to her chest. “Just relax and lean into it. It’s not a trial,” he laughed. “Have fun. If nothing happens, it’s just me here and I’ll happily take over,” he reminded her.
Fun… she thought to herself. That’s what this was supposed to be. She nodded and leaned back, her eyes lulling closed as she felt Michael’s hands all over her.
Her hands drifted down to her center, her first touch against her clit was tentative but she could not deny the shivers it sent through her. She let out a breathy moan before doing it again.
“That’s it, baby,” Michael whispered in his ear, his hands stimulating every part of her he could reach. It was torture to not give in to his own desires. He’d much rather it be his fingers or his tongue creating those breathy moans he loved so much but there was something uniquely intimate about watching her pleasure herself. This moment was about her. This was her stage and he was a mere spectator to her art.
“How does it feel, baby?” He asked before he captured one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue rolled and sucked on it as she rubbed small circles on her clit. She focused on how every stroke felt, adding pressure as she could feel her pleasure building. But not just her own touches, she also tried to focus on his, the spots she liked the most, the things that did not send those sparks to her center.
“F-feels… a-amazing,” she moaned, her mind in a whole other world as she felt his hands all over her. She found it difficult to focus on the task at hand as she almost felt overstimulated. She wanted to savor the feeling of his calloused hands gripping her ass, the soft nips to her breasts, the massages to her inner thighs. He licked, touched, and sucked every pleasure point that was not her core, leaving her promised land and mountain peak for her to find.
“You are so sexy… I wish you could see how fuckin’ sexy you look touching yourself. I love watching you… love the faces you make, the sounds you make.”
Michael’s praise and adoration only spurred her on. He wanted her to go slow, take her time but she was in a frenzy, a fog of pleasure and need that she desperately wanted to release.
“What’re you thinking about, baby?” He asked quietly.
She opened her eyes to look at him, his eyes clouded with lust and desire. She knew exactly what she was thinking of.
“You,” she answered simply. “H-How I love the w-way y-you fuck me. H-how…” her words were broken up by a loud moan as he bit the inside of her thigh softly. “H-H-How I-I need you inside me.”
Michael’s lips curled up into a soft smile as he continued his work. He watched as hers increased, her hips rolling slightly from the pleasure she provided herself.
“And you will, baby. Make yourself cum and I’ll fuck you as long as you want, however you want.”
Charlotte could’ve sobbed at the promise of him filling her, it only spurred her on more. This was cloud 9 but nothing compared to his touch, his curved member hitting her g-spot with every stroke. That was nothing short of nirvana.
Michael felt himself grow hard as he listened to her symphony of moans and groans. It was true music to his ears, he loved every sound she made. If this could be the soundtrack to his life, he would consider himself blessed.
“I-I’m c-close,” she moaned. She could not even hear the praise Michael showered her. She was too enthralled in her self-pleasure, too wrapped up in the feeling her fingers provided. Her actions turned feverish as she hit the crescendo of her pleasure, her entire body seizing slightly, toes curled and a breathless scream escaped her.
Michael continued touching her, kissing her and whispering sweet nothings to her as she came and settled down. Her hips jolted slightly as he accidentally brushed against her clit, her body too sensitive from her orgasm.
“That’s my girl. Cum for me, Els. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you cum.”
By the time she could register his voice again, one hand was pressed into her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Michael rolled off of her, deciding to give her a moment to calm down even as his only wish was to fuck her senseless.
“W-when did it c-cross your mind to do that?” She whispered, her voice slightly hoarse from all their late night activities.
He laughed, rubbing her inner thigh, which made her flinch away from him slightly, still overwhelmed from her orgasm.
“The moment you said you don’t touch yourself.”
“Got anymore thoughts like that running around up there?” She asked jokingly.
“Oh if I did everything that crossed my mind to you,” his fingers dipped into her core, her hips lifting off the bed to meet his strokes before he took them out and sucked her juices off his finger. “We’d never leave the bedroom, baby girl.”
Her hand ran through her hair as she glanced at him and she laughed lightly. “I don’t hate the sound of that. But that was certainly one way to get me out of my comfort zone.”
“And for you to start taking control,” Michael revealed his ulterior motive. Don’t mistake him, he knew it would be erotic and sexy as fuck to see her pleasure herself. But he also hoped it would give her some ideas on what she liked, what she didn’t, and help her become more comfortable. “You aren’t a body for me to use, Els. It’s not all about me. Your pleasure is just as important. I’ll make you cum every chance I have but don’t be afraid to demand what you want either. Got it?”
She nodded. “Thank you. You’re gonna have collected all my firsts by the time you’re done with me,” she joked.
“I don’t think I’ll be done with you anytime soon. Tryin’ to be the first and the last, baby girl.” His lips met hers, a hungry kiss passing through both of them. One that renewed the beast of desire in Charlotte’s belly.
She used her strength to flip Michael over onto his back, smirking at the surprised look on his face as she did exactly what he encouraged: she took control.
She slid down on his dick, savoring the moan that escaped his lips as she pulsed around him. Michael kept his hands on her hips but allowed her to control her pace. Tonight was all about her.
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Messy Annotations - Chapter 1
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Read chapter 2 here
Summary: You meet Javi at your local library and notice he's reading your favorite book. You two hit it off and spend your day together, just talking and getting to know each other before you spend the night at his house on accident.
Character: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)
Content Warnings: very ooc!javi, shy!javi, sunshine!reader, reader has wavy hair, reader lives in spain, very fluffy, reader's love language is touch, implied slight age gap (reader is in their 30s), can be read platonically or romantically, a LOT of blushing (a little too much), reader goes to college later in life, HUGE bookworm!reader, no use of y/n. Let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 3.2K
A/N: Thank you for your notes and compliments on Dance With Me; it means a lot! Also, just send an ask/comment and tell me if you'd like a part 2 to this, I had a lot of fun writing it, and I have a few ideas already for a part 2. If you have any other ideas for fanfics, my asks are open for requests! I hope you all enjoy this; it took me forever to get done, and I had an insanely hard time coming up with how I wanted this fic to turn out. The struggle was totally worth it though; this is probably one of my favorite fics I've written!
All of my posts with an * in the title contain smut, or mentions of it. Minors DNI.
(Divider by saradika)
Living in Spain has been one of your biggest dreams, and you finally moved here for college abroad to work on your infuriating art major, even though you feel like you’re a little old for college now that you’re in your 30s. You’re an underground artist, and you’re just itching to get your work out there to be noticed by the public. You’re an absolute ball of sunshine, and to be fair, you’re the most energetic and outgoing person you know, but, you don’t really know too many people in Spain yet, but that’s beside the point. You really are energetic, though— almost too much. There is one thing that you’re always excited about though, no matter what— reading. Finding new books to binge-read in one sitting is always one of your favorite activities when you have free time. The library cashier is extremely tired of you coming in every week.
Javi Gutierrez, on the other hand, is the polar opposite of you. He’s a shy, new up-and-coming actor who doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life after the success of his first movie. Though fame is finding him well, much more than anticipated, he doesn’t particularly want to make another movie quite yet, now that his co-star, Nic Cage, has left Spain. Even with his newfound fame, he still enjoys going out and doing activities he enjoys, which mainly include going to the local library. He prefers reading in a library than in his own house, alone. He likes the atmosphere the library gives him, but most of all, he loves tucking himself away strategically in the corner of the library window, so he can look out and see the bustling streets of people living their everyday lives.
On a Friday afternoon, you have some free time to yourself, and you, of course, decide to head to your local library. You never go on Fridays— your typical day off is Sunday, but today was different; today was a professor work day at your college, so you had no classes or any assignments to complete, meaning you could spend your whole day reading. You walk into the library happily, as always. The smell of the ink bled into the pages of hundreds of books filled your lungs— a scent you thoroughly enjoyed. You finally pick out a new book that you’ve been eyeing, having heard good things about it online and from the people in your college.
Even though you got what you came for, you couldn’t walk into a library and buy just one book— no, you had to buy at least 5 every time you came in. After picking out your books, you waltz to the cashier, who already appeared annoyed at you being there. A strict, slightly older woman— always had an attitude, but that didn’t let you stop being your energetic, bubbly self to her. “You know, you still need to return the other 10 books, right?” she says, sternness filling her tone.
“Yeah, yeah! I know; I’ll bring them all back next time I come!” you say, smiling widely, setting the books down on the counter. The woman simply rolls her eyes at your response, knowing you’d be back in a few days and she’d have to deal with you again. After she scans the books, the woman tells you, “Your total is going to be €15.75.” €15.75… you think. You only brought €15— you sigh in response; the woman before you, never having heard that sound come out of you, and looked at you like you had 3 heads planted firmly upon your shoulders. You searched your pockets and purse but had no change.
“It’s just 75 cents. Can’t you let it pass this once?” You plead but to no avail. The woman shakes her head harshly, muttering something about ‘library rules,’ but you were too disappointed by her head shake to take care of what she said. You sigh once more— looking around the library; surely somebody would be willing to give you a dollar, right? Right?
You feel increasingly upset the longer you look through the library aisles for someone to ask until your eyes finally land on a gentleman wearing a mustard-colored shirt full of wrinkles. He was sitting in a corner, away from everything, with his legs planted on a footrest and his face hiding behind a book. You hold your finger up to the cashier, signaling for her to wait as she sighs in response. You walk up to the man, “Hey! I hate to ask you this, but I was just checking out, and I’m 75 cents short. Do you mind? It’s okay if not—” you say quickly, trying not to seem too over the top.
The man lowers his book, and a shy pink rose upon his cheeks while nodding slowly. “Um yeah, sure,” he whispers, almost inaudible, as he shifts himself in his seat and reaches into his jeans pocket for some change. He pulls a €5 bill from his pockets and raises his hand for you to take it before settling back into his seat.
You take the bill from between his fingers, grinning brightly— “Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver,” you say, full of enthusiasm. A soft smile washes over the man’s face before nodding, his cheeks still showing a light rose color. You turn on your heel and rush back to the cashier, proudly waving your money in the air. After checking out, the cashier hands you your change, and you grab your books. Before you leave, you turn back and walk toward the man again. He seemed to have heard you coming and had lowered his book just enough to see you already standing there. “Hey again, thank you for lending me some money. Here’s the change!” you say, holding the money out to him, close enough for him to reach it. The man lowers his book into his lap, smiling softly, takes the money from your grasp, and messily pushes the money back into his jeans.
You finally catch a glimpse of the man's entire face, his curly brown hair complimenting his tanned skin and the patchy stubble on his face. You grow curious and look into the man’s lap to see what book he’s reading— and to your surprise, it’s your favorite book ever. “Oh my God,” you exclaim, a little too loud for a library, startling the man slightly and causing him to look at you. After adjusting your tone accordingly, you continue— “that’s my favorite book!”
His face lights up brightly, “Really? That’s awesome,” he enthuses, yelling in a whisper. Just for a moment, he’s brought out of his shy state. He adjusts his position again, sitting forward in his seat and removing his feet from the footrest. “I’ve loved this book since it came out,” he continues, “I’ve never met anyone else who likes it.”
“Yeah, all the books from this author are really good! I especially love this one, though,” you finish, smiling as you sit on the footrest in front of the man, hugging your new books to your chest. The man, shy once more, becomes flustered until “Hey, I was thinking of going to the coffee shop down the street. Do you wanna come with?” you say, tilting your head to the side.
The man’s eyes widened, with even more heat rising into his cheeks— another thing they had in common; coffee. “Yeah, of course,” he enthuses, breaking eye contact just enough to stand up out of his seat while grabbing his bag and placing his book inside of it, “I love that place!” he finishes as he puts the bag messily around his shoulder, looking back at you. He looks down at the books you’re holding in your arms, and as you stand up, he asks, “Do you wanna put your books in my bag? So you don’t have to hold them—” he says softly.
“Yeah, sure! Just don’t steal them for yourself,” you joke, making yourself chuckle before handing him your books. The man blushes at your words, taking the books from your hands and placing them all inside his bag. The two of you walk out of the library, and you wave to the cashier as you leave; she, of course, didn’t wave back. As the two of you walk towards the coffee shop, you get lost in conversation about your favorite books. The walk was the same distance it always was, but with the man walking with you, it felt a lot shorter than usual.
Just as you reach the shop, you stop suddenly. You hadn’t asked the man his name, nor had he asked you. “I forgot to ask, what’s your name?” you say, turning to him, smiling nervously.
“Javi,” he says, his rich, deep voice rings through your ears. A soft laugh escapes your mouth, full of nervousness as you tell the man your name, him joining your chuckles soon after. The two of you sit at one of the tables placed by a window.
The two of you gush over your newfound subjects in common— a not-so-known favorite author and coffee. What could be better? The two of you spend well over an hour hogging up the coffee table, just getting to know each other, until a worker comes and tells you that you have to leave if you aren’t going to buy anything else. The two of you are already so strung out on coffee you both know either of you doesn’t need any more in your system. “Hey, do you wanna come over to my house for a little bit?” Javi asks, “You don’t have to, obviously; I know we just met and—”
You spring your head up at his words; you’ve been having a lot of fun talking to Javi so far; what could it hurt? “Of course!” you interrupt his concerned rambling. He simply smiles in return, picking up the bag under his seat as he stands up. The two of you walk to the door of the coffee shop, “I walked here from my house, so it’s a bit of a walk—” he says, as he opens the door for you to walk out, “I hope that’s okay,” he finishes as he walks out behind you, closing the door.
“Yeah, that’s alright!” you say excitedly as the two of you start walking toward’s Javi’s house. Obviously, you don’t go to random people’s houses like this, but Javi felt— different. He felt trustworthy, considerate, and loving. You’re brought out of your thoughts while on the way there as you spot a flower field to the left of you. You stop walking to look at the view for a moment, Javi noticing almost immediately. He turns back to face you, a slight smile planted on your face. You’ve never been to this area of Spain before, and already, it’s so much more beautiful than where you currently dwell.
Javi looks for a moment at your wavy hair, lightly being blown in the sunset’s wind, the sun glowing brightly in the backdrop of you, lighting illuminating your features. As he realizes he’s been staring, he clears his throat and fixes his shirt before stepping toward you. Just as he reaches your side, you look at him. “It’s beautiful,” you declare, still looking at the field. Javi looks at you and nods, “Yeah, it is.” before turning his head to look where your eyes were fixated. Suddenly, you interlink your arm with his, tugging at him to follow you into the field. “Come on, let’s pick some flowers,” you say, excitement filling your body, with a slight red washing across your face as you unlink your arm, running your hand down to hold his, as you turn around to face him while walking backward as laughter fills the air. Javi blushes at the sight of you for what seems like the millionth time today— as you two reach relatively far from the path you were previously walking, you let go of Javi’s hand, your body missing his touch.
You bend down near a patch of red carnations, picking a flower and lifting it to your nose, smelling the sweet yet subtle clove-like scent and letting it fill your body, making you feel warm inside. You stand back up and turn around to see Javi standing behind you, hands in his pockets with the corners of his lips upturned softly, causing gentle wrinkles to form around his dark-colored eyes. You walk up to him and place the flower behind his ear, letting his soft curls hug around the stem to hold it in place— light pink creeps up his neck and onto his cheeks once more.
You giggle at his face, full of awe— you break your gaze from his kind face enough to look up into the sky, causing Javi to do the same. You notice it’s getting late, and just as you’re about to say you should get going to Javi’s house, he speaks, “It’s getting late; we should hurry before it gets too dark,” his deep voice with his rich accent echoing through your ears as if honey had a sound— making your cheeks flush.
You simply nod in agreement while holding your hand out for him to take it. He has to look back between your hand and your face a few times before finally taking it in his own, making a few soft chuckles escape your mouth, causing him to do so too. After about 20 minutes of walking, the bright orange rays shining behind you slowly disappear until finally reaching it’s end, and the lightness of the moon begins peeking out from the horizon. The two of you reach Javi’s home, and God— was it beautiful. You wouldn’t admit it, but you felt slightly jealous while walking into his pristine villa home when you’re reminded of your small college dorm.
“Do you want a drink or anything?” he asks, breaking the non-awkward silence the two of you had throughout your walk.
“Sure! Water’s fine,” you reply happily, looking at all of the knick-knacks Javi had littered throughout his home. Javi returns with your water in hand, nearly running to get back to you.
After handing it to you, he speaks up, “Do you wanna go sit on the couch— or?” he says, his voice laced with a sort of sweetness that makes your body tingle. You nod in response, taking a sip from your water. Javi guides you to his living room; the large room before you opens up as he turns on moody, orange lights that remind you of the sunset you saw a mere hour ago. It feels homey— welcoming, and warm. Something you don’t experience at your own college house. Javi walks over to the couch, covered in soft blankets and a few pillows, and kicks his feet up on the coffee table. You follow closely behind, sitting close to him, your knees almost brushing against each other as you sink into your seat.
Javi hums as if he’s forgotten something essential and stands up without saying anything. He disappears into the other room, leaving you there. After a few moments, he returns— an old worn book in his hands. “This is one of my favorite books,” he says, sitting back down next to you, “I want you to read it,” he finishes softly, looking at you while motioning for you to take it. You oblige— surprisingly, it’s a book you’ve never read, so of course, you’d be willing. You open the book to the first page, glancing at it, then turning over a few pages before running your fingers through each and every page, noticing messily written notes and scribbles written out into the worn margins. You absolutely adore annotated books, and it’s one of your favorite pastimes, besides actually reading the book in the first place.
You let a few chuckles escape your mouth as you look up to see Javi’s relieved expression grow on his face after your silence. You reach over to hug him quickly, causing him to laugh too, his hand resting on your upper back. You pull away, returning your attention to the book, positioning yourself cross-legged before him, sinking into your seat even more. “Can I read it now?” you ask, smiling, still not looking at him but skimming the first page's notes.
“Of course,” he says simply, smiling. You start reading immediately— resting your head on the side of the couch. You point out a few rather silly remarks he’s written down on the first page, causing you both to giggle. You spend well over an hour just reading the pages of the book, occasionally engaging in a conversation about what you’re reading, Javi being just as fascinated with it as you are, if not more which makes you chuckle. After a while, a “Can I lay my head on your lap?” escapes your mouth, looking at Javi for consent. He nods as his face heats up, and you lay down, the book above your face, as you two still talk about the notes he’s made and the careless actions the main character makes in the book.
About halfway through the book, you hear Javi’s stomach grumble something mean, causing you to laugh. “You hungry?” you ask sarcastically, looking at him, letting a few more chuckles escape your mouth. You receive a nod as he joins in on your laughter, a slight tint of embarrassment hidden within as he hides his face behind his hands. You lift your head off his lap, setting the book down on the couch, not leaving the page you left off on. “You should eat,” you say softly.
“Yeah,” he pauses, thinking. “Do you want some cake? That’s what I’m going to have,” he finishes, looking over at you, eyes glistening in the light’s warm tones that fill the room.
You smile, “That sound’s perfect!” you say, nodding. He stands up, whispering a quiet ‘okay’ sound before disappearing into the other room once more before returning a few minutes later with two plates, each with red velvet cake and a napkin on each. You let out a small squeak at the sight, making your mouth water slightly at the richly flavored cake. As you two are eating, Javi finishes rather quickly, and you notice frosting on his face he doesn’t seem to notice. You pick up your napkin to wipe it off, his cheeks turning visibly red, as does yours, the both of you gigging.
Once you finish your cake, you set both plates down on the coffee table, along with the book, and lay your head back down on his lap. “Wanna watch some TV?” you ask, looking up at his face and into his eyes as he meets yours.
“Sure thing,” he says, nodding while looking down at your face before reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. After an hour of watching the show, you fall asleep, head still resting in his lap. He notices shortly after when he hears the soft snores that escape your mouth, which is slightly agape. He smiles at the sight, lowering his hand down to brush some of the hair out of your face. He feels your cold skin and grabs the blanket from behind you that was messily thrown over the couch’s back, and lays it over your body, causing you to stir slightly in your sleep. He lowers the volume of the TV so as to not wake you up.
Shortly after, he looks down at your sleeping state, whispering a light "Goodnight, hermosa (beautiful)," before he leans back onto the couch deeper, sighing contently, before falling asleep for the night, with you in a deep sleep on his lap.
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Thinking about why I like Kataang so much
so a lot of my posts/asks lately have been about things I dislike so I decided to balance it out by talking about something I actually do like! ofc I immediately thought of kataang and started thing about why i like them so much compared to other couples in media I watched growing up.
first thing is, I don’t actually like romance in visual media. I much prefer it in books but having to actually watch it gives me the ick idk why. also when i first watched atla I was like 5, so the romance really had no appeal to me and I was super focused on katara and the other girls on the show because they were girls! i would completely block out the boys and all the ship scenes for years after that because my attitude to romance never really changed.
right up until I was about 11/12 and became aware of romance from hearing people my age start to talk about crushes, boyfriends/girlfriends, kissing etc. suddenly I had entered this phase in real life where romance was suddenly relevant among my peers and this made me start paying attention when it played out in the shows I was watching like Hannah Montana, Wizards of Waverly Place, etc. this also included ATLA as my dad and I would rewatch it together on DVD throughout the year.
as I watched with my katara blinders, like I always do, for the first time I started to notice the boys in the show, particularly aang, (yes I finally started focusing on the main character after 6 years 😭) and certain interactions katara had with him that I never noticed before.
*dramatic pause*
and the way I consumed media would never be the same.
jk, but really tho.
fast forward to now, and I’ve recently started watching anime after consuming a bunch of western media my whole life from cartoons and disney shows to contemporary literature and Y/A movies/TV shows. and one thing that stands out to me with kataang compared to most of the romance i see in shonen animes (one of atla’s biggest inspiration as a TV show) is the way katara and aang develop in a way that is realistic, yet too good to be true.
let me elaborate:
starting from the very first episode, katara and aang have that classic meet-cute interaction. the music is playing, their eyes are widening, aang’s acting like he’s never seen a girl before and katara is impressed by literally every single thing he does. this is pretty much how every ship is set up, anime or otherwise, and kanna basically spells out their imminent connection when she sends katara and sokka off and sokka even explicitly says the word boyfriend seconds before that. obviously, these two characters are gonna get together at some point and it’s just a matter of when.
this is where it gets more than that:
the more katara and aang spend time together, the more they start to get on each other’s nerves.
I’m sure everyone’s had a crush at some point, where you see someone for the first time and go “oh they’re so cute” and you feel the butterflies blah blah. you either fantasize about them for a while and move on, or you pursue the crush and start to actively make moves to get to know them better.
and as you get to know them, you notice some things about them that kinda piss you off. the way they pick their nose, the way they bounce their knee, the way they chew. it’s always something. it can even affect friendships because that’s life. we are humans, not concepts. no one is perfect, there is nobody on this planet that you will 100% agree with or like about them. it just doesn’t work like that. and for some relationships, there is that one irritating thing about them that breaks the camel’s back and it doesn’t work out. you learn what annoys you and move on to the next relationship. or you have the lucky ones who actually stay together and the relationship continues to blossom as you get to know each other better.
similarly, kataang in the beginning are completely enamored with the other. until they’re not. throughout season 1, we see katara becoming more and more disillusioned with aang going from “aang’s so brave. he’s the avatar!” to realizing he’s just a boy with insecurities and flaws just like her. some of which get on her nerves BAD. similarly, aang goes from trying to impress katara and going along with every single plan she has, to disagreeing with her and even getting annoyed by her as the seasons go on.
despite this, it doesn’t stop that thing they have for each other from growing and flourishing. that is the magic part. watching two characters fall in love as they continue to annoy and irritate each other more and more. the more katara and aang butt heads throughout the seasons, the more and more unambiguous their romantic interactions become.
aang bluntly telling katara she’s not funny like he didn’t just ask her to dance with him in a candlelit cave in front of dozens of people a few days ago? katara constantly getting annoyed at aang’s antics to turn around and ask him for his opinion on the way she looks or kiss him on the cheek? right.
this is what makes them stand out from other fictional couples I’ve seen, where the girl and guy’s opinion on the other never changes significantly from that first interaction they have. one person, usually the girl because of course, worships the ground our main character walks on, meanwhile he seems to barely notice her apart from that first scene where she looked pretty and his jaw dropped or something. and even if they do interact a lot, their dynamic hardly evolves from that initial setup. they never get upset with each other or at the least, visibly annoyed. their dynamic is static, stagnant, mostly affected by major events in the plot rather than personal characteristics and minor misgivings the characters may have.
there’s no juice. it’s stale. and for me, very unrealistic.
I was watching this video about writing couples in media and one comment stood out to me in particular:
What you said about charm is so true. Entertaining chemistry to watch ≠ chemistry that pairs people together. A lot of sitcoms try to pair opposites romantically or as best friends, because opposites are good for comedy and conflict, but I find myself not understanding why they’re so into each other.
instantly i was reminded of the way people call kataang vanilla/boring, in favor of pairings that are far less similar. and while katara and aang do fight a lot, fundamentally they are very similar which is why they are so believable and realistic. I love watching them slowly become disillusioned with the idealized version of each other they had in the first episode to seeing all the ways they manage to piss each other off, and still being drawn by that initial mutual attraction.
katara learns the hard way that aang isn’t the infallible savior from her grandma’s stories, but she never stops believing in him. aang comes to discover katara’s flaws and conflicting opinions, but he still encourages her belief in hope, affirms her as a waterbender/healer and yes still calls her beautiful every chance he gets.
and what I love about this, is, it gives them reasons to fall in love that go beyond the superficial reasons that drew them towards each other in the first place.
they don’t fall in love with each other in spite of those little minor flaws, but because of them.
katara doesn’t love aang because he’s the avatar. she loves him because he is the goofy fun boy that allowed her to be a kid while taking up this heavy responsibility. aang doesn’t love katara because she’s beautiful. he falls in love witnessing those moments of her being determined, speak up for herself and others, and even going to great lengths to inspire hope in everyone she meets.
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BNHA Hybrid Head-canons
Boku No Hybrid Academia anyone???
I have head-canons for my three main boys (Todoroki, Bakugou and Midoriya...in that order of personal preference. Hehe.) but I also have head-canons for Kaminari and Kirishima. If you would like me to do a part 2 please let me know!! I don’t do the villains or teachers though, maybe Dabi is an exception. It's been a while since I was on Tumblr but I'm back and will mostly likely be around weekly so don't forget to check in.
Now, when it gets to the Rut section it’ll be very smutty and suggestive, so an NSFW warning goes out.
TW: general smut, oral, breeding kink, mommy kink, praise kink, a lil non-con.
First things first though, here are some Hybrid AU head-canons for the world!
✨ Hybrids appeared in the world in much the same way Quirks did. Now most of the population is partially human and partially animal, and they classify themselves as half way between.
For example; A Human-Cat Hybrid would be classified as Homo Felis, where as a Human-Fox Hybrid would be classified as Homo Vulpes.
✨ Hybrid students are encouraged to act as human as possible, so on weekends or holidays they often just relax and use their animal instincts.
✨ Some Hybrids gain extra abilities due to the species they are, such as better vision, extremely agility or even camouflage.
✨ Sadly a lot of the ‘full-blooded’ humans look down on Hybrids, and often try to pick out ‘pure’ bloodlines to ensure the species. However with how prevalent Hybrids are they the world as become fairly forgiving and accommodating towards them, and they just want to be understood by the humans.
✨ UA has had to build the dorms more like miniature apartments, and the students are encouraged (or more often that not just can’t be ousted from the property) during the holidays, when most Ruts start picking up. It’s fairly common for the students to group up and have quick flings to help each other out, but when two students are in a relationship it’s mutually agreed that they’re out of bounds for everyone else. No matter how desperate.
Now onto the boyos!
KATSUKI BAKUGOU
🔸 Hybrid: Cat
General Head-canons:
🔸 Katsuki would start out very aggressive, often getting into fights or chasing after the other Hybrids he saw as ‘prey’ such as Midoriya, however he never intends to eat them, just make himself to top cat in the dorms.
🔸 His collar has a chain attached, because the teachers rightfully think he’s quick to anger and potentially violent. Katsuki would throw massive furious tantrums about it and tear the collars to bits, until you and Kirishima finally bought him a spiky red leather collar, which is only one he will ever wear.
🔸 Katsuki loudly proclaims not to care, but when it comes to you he’s always listening. What food do you like? What colour clothes do you like to wear? Is there a new book or game you want? He’ll buy it for you, and proudly present it to you only in private. As soon as you show any thanks he’ll throw it off and hiss and make a scene, but you know he’s blushing internally.
🔸 He sneaks onto your balcony at night, and uses his long claws to deftly pick the lock so he can sneak it and do some tidying and generally neaten your place up. He absolutely denies it, but he adores it when he sees how grateful and surprised you are. After the first you times, you took to leaving your balcony door unlocked for him.
🔸 He is so FLUFFY! Like Persian cat fluffy. Most of him looks human, but he has the softest blonde ears and tail, and the slightest fuzzy patches along the back of his hands, forearms and on his chest. He’s very proud of it, and grooms himself sometimes three times a day. He’s not the biggest fan of showers though, unless you’re in it with him, but then he’s too busy staring at you.
🔸 Seriously though, when it comes to towel drying he fluffs up like a cloud, and it’s so adorable like OH. MY. GOSH! 💕😘😊
He pouts though. A lot. He’d much rather use his tongue but he hates getting fur in his mouth. You though...you could use your tongue. Pretty please??
🔸 When it’s just the two of you, he’s a lot sweeter. He loves cooking for you, but it’ll always be spicy. He adores spicy food, or sparring with his best friend Kiri right in front of you to prove that he’s the strongest. As soon as it’s over though he’ll tackle you onto the couch and either curl up in your lap, contently prideful, or sulkily flicking his tail and internally begging for his ears to be rubbed.
🔸 He loves cuddling you, but he demands to be the big spoon, or to flop on top of you with his face resting on your chest, or in your stomach. He purrs really loud, and it’s reserved ONLY for you.
🔸 Katsuki is possessive AF. He hates smelling any other Hybrids on you, and will immediately throw you onto the bed and make sure it’s only his scent that’s on you. He’ll literally stand in the hallways and hiss at any other guys that brush past you accidentally, or on purpose. He knows you’re gorgeous, and he wants everyone else to be jealous of him.
🔸 Katsuki is a consent king. He would hate to hurt you at all, but he would absolutely play up the rough predator prey dynamic even when he just wants cuddles.
🔸 Some of Kitty Katsuki’s favourite things; Spicy food, knitted blankets, the red spiked collar, watching cooking shows, balls of yarn (only black or red though, he’s picky).
Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:
🔸 Katsuki gets super irritable to everyone other than you when he’s in a Rut. Part of him hates feeling so pent up and needy, but part of him also likes it, and it never ceases to surprise you when he actually says ‘please’.
🔸 Whilst he doesn’t really have a breeding kink, he simply HAS to claim every part of your body, cover you in his scent and make sure after all is said and done everyone sees the bite marks and sheepish blush on your face.
🔸 He gets restless too, the longer it goes on. For the first few days he’ll hide it, merely getting snappy at people, but his hands and eyes will wander, and he’ll be lowly growling in your ears trying his best to sound casual. He’ll shiver whenever you’re near him though, and he’ll quickly disappear to the bathroom for a decent length of time until finally he can’t control himself anymore. He NEEDS to be in you, to feel you, to claim you as his. He’s aching, his body is dripping with the desperate desire to be in you and he’s almost incoherent as he half begs half demands that you take your clothes off before he does it for you.
🔸 He’s loud, and he gets even more turned on when in a Rut if you are as well. Scream his name because it gets him near feverish in the moment. He doesn’t care if he fills you or not, anywhere is good enough. Across your chest and he may just lap it up himself before making out with you.
🔸 One lengthy round is enough for one Rut, but it’s gotta be hours worth to truly satisfy him. Afterwards he’ll bundle you up in his arms and tell you how good you were, and that you’re his Princess. Trust me though you’ll need the aftercare he’s ready to shower you with, you’ll be sore all over.
IZUKU MIDORIYA
🔹 Hybrid: Bunny
General Head-canons:
🔹 When you first meet Deku, he’s extremely skittish, often thumping his foot loudly and dashing away whenever anyone got too close or too loud. However once he’s made a couple friends, most of his foot thumps are when he’s excited or geeking out over something.
🔹 He has a soft spot for tinier Hybrids, but his reaction to bigger tougher species is very different depending on A- his mood, and B- personality type. Especially for taller, louder females, he has the level of relationship verging on mommy issues. He’s way more competitive with the other guys though, standing a little out of place being the long eared bunny boy amongst the predator Hybrids.
🔹 His ears are almost too long for him, flopping over adorably whenever he tilts his head. It’s enough to make anyone squeal over him. He’s so heckin cute!
🔹 He rambles a lot, and doesn’t mind if you zone out he just wants to express his excitement about whatever he’s learned today. He especially likes it if he’s curled up under a soft blanket with you.
🔹 Bunny Deku likes things tidy. He loves going around organising things or just cleaning up a room, and he’ll thump his feet happily when you praise him before dashing in for a cuddle. He’s strong though, and loves proving it by lifting you up off the floor and spinning you in a circle.
🔹 He loves the rain, prefers it to showers, but loves bubble baths. He’ll often watch a documentary or listen to music, humming along to the songs. If you pop in to see how he’s going he’ll disappear into the bubbles, blushing furiously, but he actually really likes it when you come to check on him because it makes him feel loved and cared about. He’ll do the same to you as well, waking up once or twice in the night to make sure you’re okay, or popping into a room if you’ve been there a long time. Just to grace you with his bright wide eyed smile and ask if he can do anything to help.
🔹 He does get a little self conscious about the fuzzy patch of light fur along his arms and legs, but he’s super proud of his delightfully poofy cotton tail. When you tell him he’s handsome he’ll do a happy dance and shower you with kisses and little nose rubs. (I’m dying of cuteness imagining it! 💕😘)
🔹 Deku loves parading you to and from bed when you’ll allow him to, likes you feeling his sturdy pecs through his shirt. He works hard to keep his body fit, and will go for jogs at dawn or dusk depending on whether or not you want a quiet night.
🔹 He’s a very attentive boyfriend, and with his bunny ears he’s always listening out to see what you need, or if anyone is talking smack about you, or is into you. If either of those happen he’s not a happy bun at all, and will call them out publicly. Everyone else in 1A think you’re a cute couple, and he’s super happy whenever he hears that.
🔹 He’s a mama’s boy, and she loves you too. Honestly all she wants is to not have a hundred grandkids, praying that your genes outweigh his bunny ones. You’ve heard her say so many a time, and Deku blushes bright red whenever she does.
🔹 Some of Bunny Deku’s favourite things; being outside, watching cartoons, All Might (the famous bunny hero himself!), bubble baths.
Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:
🔹 Deku doesn’t at all like being in a Rut. He knows he has a terribly strong breeding kink, he can’t help but imagine you with a belly full of kits, and it gets him all riled up and whiny. He’ll lock himself in his room and even sometimes have Katsuki on watch to make sure he doesn’t make a dash for you in public.
🔹 He’s almost desperate when he finally gets to be in you, quick and breathless and begging for more. He needs it, because his body aches to know end and his little bunny brain is screaming for him to fill you up and keep you like that to ensure he gets to see that cute round belly full of baby bunnies. It’s why he gets so embarrassed whenever his mother will tease him. Don’t be surprised that he’ll need a few rounds to calm him down to the point of even being logical. Lucky Kacchan’s there to knock some sense into him, sometimes literally.
🔹 From day one there’s a massive shift. The usually cheerful Deku is near tearful with desperation, and he needs all of your attention, needs to be touching you all the time. Sometimes it scares him, and he hates feeling like he’s forcing himself on you even when you comfort him and tell him it’s okay, and he tries to stay as sleepy as possible so it’s all cuddles and he doesn’t have to feel his body betray him, constantly dripping, as desperately horny as his brain.
🔹 He really likes suckling though, whether or not he’s in a Rut. He just loves running his tongue over your nipples, it’s comforting to him.
🔹 He also switches from having major mommy issues to being dominant and needing to take charge. When he’s dominant he needs to nip and bite at your shoulders, he has to hear you tell him that you’re his and nobody else’s. When he’s submissive he’ll whine out for you to touch him, to milk him dry as many rounds as he can until he’s exhausted. It’s the worst in spring, and that’s when Shoto, Iida or Kacchan are basically on watch 24/7 for the first few days. Don’t worry too much about him though, he’s not shy about resorting to using pictures of you, or his imagination and the torn apart pillows that you both annually end up having to replace.
SHOTO TODOROKI
🔸 Hybrid: Exotic Cat (think Bengal cat)
General Head-canons:
🔸 Shoto’s father was one of those ‘elitist’ humans who went looking for a woman with a pure bloodline. Shoto still finds satisfaction in the fact that his maternal grandmother was a Cat Hybrid, and the gene resurfaced with all the Todoroki sons, with only Fuyumi as the only girl missing out. He’s even more happy that he isn’t anything rare like a Snow Leopard, even if he resembles a more expensive feline breed. He looks mostly human though, apart from the tail and ears and longer claws than some of his friends. His eyes are human though, without the slit pupils.
🔸 He lives full time at UA, tired of the way his father pushes Fuyumi to treat him and his brother like pets not siblings. Maybe that’s why Touya left, Shoto isn’t sure. He’ll visit his mom though, a lot, because he’s inexperienced in love, as well as the ways of a Cat Hybrid, and wants to be the best boyfriend he can be.
🔸 Most of the time he’s quiet, regal, and keeps to himself, but Shoto is very, VERY protective of you. If he’s not right by your side, he’s within visual distance of you whenever you’ll allow it. He will downright hiss at anyone trying to mess with his perfect baby.
🔸 He’s super smart, but a little clueless at certain things, so Midoriya or more often than not, Kaminari, will explain stuff to him. He has this natural ability to pick up things very quickly, and this surprised everyone including himself. He just sorta picks it up and its phenomenal.
🔸 Shoto downright adores getting to curl up with you, tail around your waist, whispering praise and sweet nothings into your ears. His kisses are just as sweet, a quick peck followed by an adorable blep and quick lip across the same place he just kissed. He likes scenting you casually within view of his friends, he gets a kick out of it.
🔸 He has a cheeky streak, and will steal items of your clothing to keep with him so your scent is always nearby. He’ll hold your hand in public, and rather aloofly ignore other women. He likes his classmates though, and will do his best to help them study so long as you’re there to look at. You’re so beautiful, he just wants to admire you.
🔸 Shoto prefers any more intimate behaviours to happen in private, even just making out. He’ll always make the first move, and ask in a velvet voice that’s impossible to resist. He has pet names galore for you, but has definite favourites; Baby, Love, Snowflake, Sweetheart, just to name a few. When you do make the first move on rare occasions, it stuns him, and then he’ll blush madly and hide his beaming face.
🔸 Enjoys playing up the predator prey dynamic when it comes to intimacy, but is fairly laid back and romantic with it.
🔸 Doesn’t know how to cook many things, but loves soba. If you make it for him he’ll follow you around for hours, purring and wanting to touch and hold you in thanks. He also loves sharing baths, he thinks you look cute covered in bubbles or when he can wash your hair in the shower for you.
🔸 Some of Kitty Shoto’s favourite things; soba, late night cuddling, sharing food or experiences with you, a small All Might plush that you found hidden under his pillow.
Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:
🔸 Shoto can feel himself entering a rut, and his brain switches fully into prowling predator mode. He’s aching inside, but he wants to hide it, make it game and truly earn it when you catches you. The heart pumping chases throughout the dorms is enough to have any of the other feline classmates hiding themselves away, they know well enough to leave Shoto to the hunt.
🔸 He’ll be half growling half purring when he finally gets to you, his eyes hungry but too polite to tear you to shreds before you’re ready for him. He’ll beg for you to let him inside, let him claim you, let him do whatever it he needs to in order to quell the burning inside him.
🔸 He’s loud as well, half yowling one of your name nickname as he thrusts as deep as his considering length can get inside you. As a Todoroki, of course he has a breeding kink, but he also has enough self control to switch things up to prevent him filling you if that isn’t what you’re feeling that day. He loves it though, loves watching your face, loves seeing you filled up. It’s the edge of heaven for him, and he isn’t shy to let you know that.
🔸 A couple rounds is all he needs, then he’s good, but almost every day of his Rut you’ll see the burning in his eyes, his hungry desire. Everyone else can see it too, but they don’t bring it up because he’d get incredibly sheepish. He can control himself enough to not be a dripping mess, but it takes a lot of composure and sometimes he’ll be a man of even fewer words during the day.
🔸 He prefers intimacy at night or in the evening, and sometimes in the shower if you let him. Otherwise he’ll just be a loving, purring heap of red and white sleek fur in your bed, ready to shower you in expensive gifts for putting up with yet another Rut.
EIJIRO KIRISHIMA
🔹 Hybrid: Dog
General Head-canons:
🔹 Eijiro is the big energy brother to so many of the class. He’s enthusiastic, playful, a little ditzy, but protective and kind with bucket loads of advice and positive mental health to provide.
🔹 Though his ears and tail are black, he dyes his hair red because it reminds him of his favourite hybrid hero. He’s a little jealous he isn’t part shark, but he also loves being the bundle of love that he is, especially for you.
🔹 He may have a little motley crew of friends, but you are his everything, his world, his galaxy, his universe! If he can be helpful, just give him the instructions and then he’s off and running to do as good a job he can so you’ll praise him. He LOVES praise, he thrives off it, and gets a visible pep in his step when you call him a ‘Good Boy’ or especially a ‘Manly Pup’.
🔹 Whilst Eijiro likes reading, he’s not the most attentive in class. He’d rather run around outside, testing his metal against the other students, or go teach the younger Hybrids useful skills such as gardening or writing. If you recommend a book to him however, he’ll sit in a corner of a garden or park and read it for as long as you’ll let him before coming back to the dorms.
🔹 He has a MASSIVE appetite, but tries not to look greedy. Luckily you, Katsuki and the other people who cook in class know to make big portions, cause they’ll never be left overs with Eijiro around!
🔹 He prides himself on looking well kept for you, and beams if you wear his hoodies in public. He loves the look on other guys faces when they can smell his scent on you without him getting worked up and overstimulated, because by god does he get overstimulated.
🔹 Touch is something Eijiro dreams of, to have your body against him, or even just hold your hand. He has to hold himself back from licking you all over, but the tongue kisses are DIVINE with him. It’s a bit longer than normal, and a little wider, but it’s always a pleasant surprise when his excitedly voice trips into a bark and he pounces on you for a make out session.
🔹 He gets very hot and bothered when you’re flirty, his body instantly kicking into animal instinct mode. His brain will get fuzzy and all he can think of is him, in you, and then PUPPIES. Not even the round pregnancy belly, just the idea of him being a dad.
🔹 Some of Puppy Eijiro’s favourite things; gardens, good books, playing sports, praise.
Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:
🔹 Like I mentioned, he gets very riled up from touch, but when he’s in a Rut it’s almost unbearable. He’ll be very whiny but not want to seem annoying, but his whole body is aching and dripping and every second he just wants to feel you.
🔹He loves both giving and receiving oral. He prides himself on his long tongue and the moans you make send him into overdrive and before you know it he’s inside you, desperate to fill every inch of you again and again because his animal brain demands he has puppies. He’ll feel bad and apologise after every Rut, but he knows deep down you love him no matter what.
🔹 Unsurprisingly he has a slight breeding kink, and also a praise kink. On the days he can’t see you he’ll disappear into the shower again and again, always in a change of clothes, telling himself he’s a good boy just so he feels praised.
🔹 He’ll steal your panties when in a Rut, basically anything that smells like you, half ashamed as he’s desperately trying to deal with the feelings. He’ll be an laundry duty for the next week, and you know why but you love him too much to say anything.
🔹 He likes to switch up positions between a handful of favourites. Doggy style is surprisingly second to when you ride him and he can fully lose himself, yipping and crying out your name until he’s got nothing left.
DENKI KAMINARI
🔸Hybrid: Tanuki (I’ve not seen this anywhere else, and I’m lowkey surprised!)
General Head-canons:
🔸 Denki is a little ditzy, full of energy, and well loved (well... tolerated) by most of his classmates. He’s cheeky, and a bit of a prankster, but also self confident and athletic. When you first met him he instantly tried to make a move by stealing your stuff until you came looking, then he came clean and bluntly said you were hot.
🔸 Denki lives to make you feel like a QUEEN. He’ll play imaginary trumpets when you enter a crowded room and always be at your beck and call. He loves telling you how beautiful you look or just praising the fact you exist.
🔸 He’s not shy about affection, but plays it up casually otherwise he gets very awkward, nervous laughter and everything. He’ll kiss your cheeks and nose in public whenever he can, then whisper a quick request for more cuddles later.
🔸 He loves cuddling up with you with popcorn and watching scary movies. Pulling you into his lap so he can protect you makes him blush with pride, and then blush as he often gets a little turned on if you accidentally nudge him.
🔸 Not overly horny or desperate outside of a Rut, Denki still enjoys his time with you, especially on special occasions, or any occasion. Did you pass a test? He’ll cuddle and kiss you for hours. Did you fail a test? Same deal, you tried your best!
🔸 He wears slightly baggy pants, because as you found out, Tanuki’s are generously endowed, and he doesn’t want anyone but you seeing.
🔸 If you point out a cute woman or man or person to him, Denki will happily look over and appreciate them with you. He’s not afraid to be honest about what he finds attractive, because then the two of you can adopt little style habits or ideas for roleplaying if you ever feel in the mood to do so.
🔸 He’s thought about being a dad before, but it doesn’t get him worked out. He just hopes one day he can dote on you even more while you’re pregnant and then help you raise a little life or two together. He also likes filming videos of the two of you dancing, Mina put him up to it cause she thinks its cute.
🔸 Some of Tanuki Denki’s favourite things; making fun dance videos, scary movies, innocent-ish pranks.
Spicy Head-canons 🌶🌶🌶:
🔸 Denki’s big, and he prides himself on it, but always takes care to be gentle at first. The eye flutters and moans you make are the perfect encouragement. You deserve this love, and he’s gonna make you feel so so good!
🔸 He loves switching whose the dom and sub, and especially loves it when he can suckle you. Something about it makes him giddy with excitement, and gets him really really turned on at the same time.
🔸 When he’s in a Rut he gets a massive spike in nervous energy, and is itching to touch you, or even just see you undressed. He doesn’t care if he has to get on his knees and beg, or if you simply strip down and watch him. He just really really wants to get the aching out of his body.
🔸 His hands wander, definitely, even in public if he’s in a Rut. He’ll either find an excuse to disappear into the dorms or get back there just so he can spent the next few hours fucking your brains out, or getting sucked off. Either works for Denki he’s just eager to be physical with you.
🔸 He especially likes when all the messy, wild fun is over, that you’re covered in his seed and he can then treat you to a warm bath or shower and then massage you lovingly all over. He loves getting massages as well, and says it’s the perfect way to destress and unwind to help him get through a Rut quicker.
🔸 Denki really does seem to have a kink for finishing all over you, collar bone, chest, stomach, back...he likes it, and more often than not it’ll lead to another few rounds. He’ll have that shower ready in a flash though, don’t you worry!
There we go! If you want to see some more UA students (mostly 1A please), then let me know and I’ll write up a part two. I already have some ideas for Jirou and Yaoyorozu. Hope you enjoyed my return to Tumblr. I have a QUOTEV account too where I’m writing a Todoroki x OC fanfiction. Check out Freelance if you are into that sorta thing.
-Till next time!
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dating hc for izzy!!
izzy stradlin x reader
sfw headcanons!
sorry i’ve been absent!! :< i’ve been pretty busy lately, trying to focus mostly on my wattpad book (b sure to check that out for me<3) but i do have a couple mini requested fics that are soon to be ready :) so expect that!
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what is there to say about mr jeffrey dean isbell..
even though he seems like a very quiet, overall gloomy person, he really isn’t like that. izzy has a big personality, he just knows when and where to be the way he truly is.
you discovered this pretty soon into your relationship. he would joke about stuff here and there, using sarcasm every-single-time he spoke to you. as soon as you gained his trust— he unraveled completely.
he’s funny as shit. and this is not only behind closed doors, he usually makes you burst out laughing when you go out as he whispers random comments about prejudgments on people surrounding you both. this is something that you obviously you didn’t expect the first time you met him, and yet it’s one of his biggest features.
izzy’s not really a touchy person, specially in public. he’s not a fan of pda; but he always keeps you close. if you’re not right next to him, he ogles you until you realize where you’re supposed to be.
funny enough— a lot of alcohol does make him clingy.
but only when he’s really really really drunk. to the point where he’s on the verge of blacking out (which is pretty often, actually.) you’d find him falling asleep on a table, and when you check to see if he’s breathing, he holds onto you and doesn’t let go for dear life.
obviously if you mention this the day after, he denies completely. too hurtful for his pride— he has a reputation to keep!
he really enjoys matching with you <3 he buys shirts the same colors of your favorite clothing items, so you guys “unexpectedly” match sometimes.
a sweet detail he does; he writes about you all the time. anything that comes to mind, anywhere and everywhere. tiny fragments written on a unreadable handwriting that sometimes make no sense— but they’re always about you.
izzy writes on napkins, receipts, newspaper edges, ripped out pages that are all around his house. everywhere. he never lets you see them if you ask, but he leaves them all over the place to make sure you do.
he loves having you around. not for a particular reason, he just feels more at ease if you’re there. so there’s no discussion when he goes on tour; you’re either going or you’re going.
even when he was full-on an addict— he didn’t like the idea of you being near drugs. as hypocritical as it sounds, he gets really overprotective when people offer you strong drugs at parties, or suggest you try anything that’s not alcohol or weed. everyone picked at him for doing so; but he knows it’s not right, and he doesn’t want it for you.
big gift giver!! but not in a materialist way, more in a— i saw this and it reminded me of you so i bought it kind of way. so let’s not talk about the enormous amount of jewelry you have.
he prefers staying at home, eating leftovers and talking, than dressing up and going to a restaurant. he doesn’t really enjoy going out like that, saying that it’s a waste of energy, money, and gas. he’s a really simple guy.
izzy’s favorite thing to do is making you blush. he really enjoys embarrassing you in public so your cheeks turn red and you have to look away— and he usually has it so fucking easy. he just needs to whisper little compliment, touch you unexpectedly, kiss your neck, and so on.
he really enjoys traveling with you. specially road-trips, izzy loooooooves road-trips. so weekend getaways happened almost every weekend he wasn’t touring.
and he specially likes poorly planned, cheap little vacations. he likes just making a backpack and going away with you, staying at hostels or camping.
you often find izzy staring at you. and he doesn’t stop when you realize he is— he just really enjoys studying your features, engraving them in his mind. if he was good at painting, be completely confident that he could draw you perfectly from memory.
he’s not really good with spoken reassurance, but he finds his ways to remind you that he loves you. and it’s usually by compliments— not a day goes by where he doesn’t remind you how lovely you look, or how beautiful you are.
and the most important headcanon for me,
🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁
IZZY STRADLIN ENJOYS BEING THE LITTLE SPOON.
izzy stradlin enjoys being the little spoon.
izzy stradlin enjoys being the little spoon.
izzy stradlin enjoys being the little spoon.
#i could talk about him for hours but i think i said enough#izzy stradlin#izzy stradlin x reader#guns n’ roses#gnr#guns n roses x reader#jeffrey dean isbell
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