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Inside Voice (Ghost x Afab/F!Reader x König)
Part two of this prompt request. Changed up the prompt a tiny bit, but I had a lot of fun with this one. I'm super-duper enjoying requests. I am trying to keep them (sort of) short as an idea exercise. Please send more.
Explicit/18+ Words: 2.4k Tags: vaginal fingering, oral sex, face-sitting, anal fingering, PIV sex.
You and König were almost exact opposites:
You were silent, patient, and observant. A perfect candidate for a sniper. It’s how you got the callsign ‘Falcon.’ Falcons often get confused with hawks, but they are usually smaller. The other difference is how they hunt. Hawks circle the sky and swoop in on their prey.
Falcons perch in one spot and lay in wait. They need patience and their prey doesn’t know they are even there, until it’s too late.
You were always on overwatch and, more often than not, Ghost joined you. Working side by side with someone for that long brought the two of you together, in more ways than one. 
König was the opposite: he was large, loud, and often hot headed in the field. He could terrify a room full of hostiles so badly they forget they have weapons and just run. God help anyone that gets in his way. Ghost knew König wanted to be a sniper, but didn’t make the cut. He seemed to embrace the vision everyone else had for him, becoming a beast in the field. He still wears the hood, despite its intended function rendered useless, but that might be for the intimidation factor. If you see a man barreling towards you in that mask with red paint streaks down his face you’d tuck your tail and run.
The only thing you seem to have in common is you’re both quiet as church mice.
When the adrenaline of the mission faded that nearly-feral glow in König’s eyes vanished and he receded back into the shadows. Ghost never actually heard his normal speaking voice. Your voice was always faint and delicate. Ghost wasn’t surprised when you took a liking to each other. Two people that understand quiet moments can be worthwhile. Just enjoying someone’s presence can be meaningful.
Your relationship with Ghost was an open secret. The core members of Price’s team knew, but the revolving door of teammates wouldn’t find out. 
König didn’t know.
König also didn’t know that Ghost could see him look your body up and down. Ghost noticed the look in his eyes change when you smiled. 
********
Ghost wasn’t a jealous man. He never saw anything other than polite friendliness from you. You were his girl and you eagerly reinforced that fact whenever the two of you were alone. His greedy girl who had a surprisingly filthy mind. He learned that the rumor about the quiet ones is true.
He was just a bit surprised that you were quiet all the time. All the time. When you two fooled around on base he assumed your shy, muted moans were so you didn’t get caught. When you had leave at the same time you booked a hotel and he wanted to see what you sounded like without holding back.
Still quiet.
Visibly ravaged and clearly satisfied, but still quiet. You whispered praise against his skin and made the sweetest sounds in his ears. You clung to him and would beg for more. It was just always quiet.
********
“Love, what do you think of König?” Ghost asks.
“Hmmm?”
“König? You seem to be good friends.”
“Oh,” you reply. “He’s nice, even sweet sometimes.”
“You seem pretty sweet on him, pet.”
“N—no! I don’t mean!” You stammer.
“You’re always sweet on the quiet ones.”
“Well,” you say, “he doesn’t say much. But, he’s thoughtful when he does. You know me, I like to listen.”
Ghost makes a note of your sweet expression and slight blush. He knows what that means. You’re thinking of it, but too shy to say it loud. He says he’s willing to share you and the blush deepens. Days later you decide
“I—I would like to try," you mumble. "If that's ok!" 
 The gears in Ghost’s mind begin turning. He wants to watch you get devoured.
********
Ghost finds König in the locker room. The taller man is sitting on a bench, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. König only wears his hood when he needs to slip into his savage mindset. Almost like a persona. Outside of work he mostly wears a black fabric mask over his mouth. 
He’s twiddling a strand of hair between his fingers and unaware of Ghost’s presence. Ghost slams a locker door closed a few feet away from the man and he jumps.
“Geist—Ghost!” The startled man says. He usually reverts to his native tongue for his exclamations. “You scared me.”
Ghost doesn’t say anything while he takes off his boots. 
Hood or no hood, the man is an easy read.
“So, mate,” Ghost says offhandedly. “You’re getting quite cozy with Falcon.”
“Oh, ah!” König rubs the back of his neck. “It’s nothing. But, she is a sweet kleine maus.” Ghost has been working with him enough to know the common German words he sprinkles into conversation.
“That she is,” Ghost replies. “I would know.” He sees König’s eyes open when he realizes what he said.
“Oh! I didn’t mean—!”
Ghost slams his hand on the locker next to König’s head. The man looks nervous, it’s nothing at all like the beast he’s seen on the battlefield. He might actually be too chicken to take him up on this offer.
“I get it. I don’t blame you.”
König doesn’t reply, but he looks very confused. 
“What if that little mouse was offered up on a silver platter?” Ghost leans forward and stands over the man. “I wouldn’t waste that opportunity if I were you.”
Ghost stands up straight and leaves without another word. König is left sitting there looking bewildered.
********
Ghost set up the dominos and ready to set them off. He stole you away to a remote storage area under the flimsiest pretenses imaginable. You played along eagerly. Oh of course, you’d be happy to help him find very specific supplies.
Filthy little thing.
The door wasn’t latched before you pounced on him. He sat down on a crate and sat you down on his lap, with a leg slung over his thigh. You didn’t even have the patience to take your pants off entirely. You only got the leg over his out of your pants after you tossed off that boot. Underwear and pants still around the leg planted on the ground for stability. 
Desperate little thing, can’t even get undressed properly. One of his hands is teasing your clit and cunt, slowly becoming more slick as time goes on. His other hand holds your chin to force you to look back at him. He cherishes the whimpers that spill from your lips. Despite your pleas, he’s only planning on teasing. For now.
You were so occupied you didn’t hear the door open and close.
People would assume someone König’s size has loud footsteps, but the man is quiet. Ghost told him to be in this room at a certain time. Like a good soldier, König arrived early. You know what they say: early is on time, on time is late. Ghost predicted the other man is adept at taking orders.
König turns the corner around a shelf and sees everything. With only a black cloth mask covering his mouth, Ghost can see his wide open eyes. He’s offering you up on a silver platter, just like he said. König’s eyes are darting around and up and down. Every direction, even looking away like he’s trying to pretend he isn’t watching you. Ghost is still making you look towards him and you’re softly moaning without a care in the world.
Ghost is staring at him through his mask, the hand between your legs is making you whimper and shiver. He’s daring the man to stay and indulge or get the fuck out.
König plants his feet in the ground. He’s staying.
Ghost talks softly to you. “It seems we have an audience, pet.”
He turns your head to look forward and you look shocked. “König!” You’re quite the actress. You struggle to close your leg, but he won’t let you. He keeps you spread open for all for the other man to see. 
“What do you think, mate?” Ghost asks him. “Do you think she’s still a sweet, little mouse?”
"No," König answers. "I don't think I do anymore."
The mask is gone when he kneels in front you. The leg that was touching the ground is now over Köng's shoulder. You're spread wide between the two men and have nowhere to hide. 
You and Köng are opposites in the battlefield and, he now knows, in the bed (or supply) room. The man sounds primal as he touches and tastes you. You are still struggling to let out an audible sob.
Ghost wants to push you. So, he offers a challenge.
“If you get her to cum screaming, you can fuck her silly.” 
“Si—Simon!” Your face is bright red. He didn’t tell you about this part of the plan. He’s just curious, with two people, if he can get that voice to crack. The man gets to work more determined than ever. König’s hands and mouth leave you on the edge not once, or twice, but three times. 
You’re a mumbling mess, but still quiet. When you tried to cover your mouth, Ghost held your hands back. Your face is twisted with agony and pleasure, overwhelmed and not nearly satisfied.
“P—please!”
A cry, but not nearly loud enough.
“Please what, pet?” Ghost said with a devious tone. “Use your words.”
“More! I need something!”
“Hear that, mate? She wants more.”
König lifts his head and you whine. “Then we should ‘switch it up,’ as they say.”
You are completely naked between two fully clothed men. König laid down on the floor and you were sat down on his face with your hand braced on his thighs. Ghost circled around you as the other man’s hands held you down with a strong grip.
König still wasn’t letting you cum. If it felt like you were getting close he would just slow down. Ghost admired his patience. It seems that the other man was adamant about Ghost fulfilling his half of the deal.
“Please!” You’re begging. “Please, fuck, I need—”
Ghost lifts his mask enough to expose his mouth. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and he coats them with his saliva. He pulls the mask down and kneels besides you and takes in your desperate expression. Your face begging for relief without words. 
Relief isn’t what Ghost is planning on offering. Well, not in a direct way.
One of his fingers teases your asshole and your entire body flinches. Slowly, very slowly, Ghost applies more pressure before backing off. This isn’t the first time he’s done this, but precautions are important.
“You’re so eager for every hole to be filled, pet.”
You nod and let out a whimper. When you can easily take one of his thick fingers, Ghost starts to slowly thrust. 
“Ah!”
A keen moan escaped your lips. It was loud enough to echo off the walls. Ghost almost thinks it’s in his head until he hears it again. 
“Just like that!”
Ghost doesn’t want to say anything, afraid to jinx it almost.
“It’s—! Fuck!”
Another. It’s not a fluke. “Just like that, pet.” He pushes his finger further inside and the cry gets louder. You're close. He wants to tell König to keep going or he'll kill him, but his ears are a bit muffled.
“Oh god! Fuck! I’m— I!”
You’re rolling your hips against König’s face. Moans echo off the walls of the room and bounce around the storage crates. The edging and everything else built up enough that your quiet demeanor cracked and Ghost was going to exploit it to the fullest.
While your body is still trembling, Ghost lifts you up from under your arms and pulls you back over to that waist-high crate. He drops you down so you’re lying on your back with your feet touching the ground.
“A promise is a promise, König,” says Ghost. You try to sit up, but Ghost holds your arms down on the crate. The taller man stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes wander up and down your body.
“You even think about covering your mouth or biting that lip and you’ll be punished,” Ghost whispers. “Do you understand?”
You nod weakly. Ghost looks up to König walking up between your legs. The taller man is taking off his belt. He groans when he pulls out his cock and pushes his pants down to the middle of his thighs.
You suck in a breath when König pushes your legs apart wide enough for him to slot between them. Your eyes are open wide when you figure out where all of him is going to go.
“Tell him what you want, love.”
“König,” You swallow and look up into his eyes. “Please fuck me.” The man presses the tip of his cock against your center that wet with your own arousal and his saliva.
“As you wish, Maus.”
When he pushes forward you start to moan. Every slow inch drags another wondrous sound out of you. Ghost looms over your upper body and holds your jaw so you’re looking up at him as the other man fills you.
He can see that you want to look away. Hide and bottle up how another man is making you feel, but this is exactly what he wanted. He wants to admire what makes you break and see every angle he can. He’s also not going to sit on the sideline the entire time. He’ll be generous for now and give König a taste all for himself before Ghost joins in.
Both you and König moan when his hips meet yours. Ghost takes one more beat to see your wrecked expression. He grins behind the mask. He’s not nearly done with you yet.
Ghost looks up and sees the other man’s expression. His eyes and face are somehow more expressive than yours. His wandering eyes are filled with adoration as they sweep across your body until he just admires the sight of his cock inside you.
He grinds his hips ever so slightly to help you adjust. Ghost swears he sees a bulge in your abdomen.
Ghost leans forward and presses the palm of his hand down on your stomach. You cry out and try to struggle, but any movement just makes his cock reach new areas inside you. Every new sensation makes moan flow freely from your lips.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost murmurs. “Don’t break her.”
“keine Zusagen.”
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kumquats-are-gay · 4 months
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sparing with Johnny, and you pin him down only to find that he's rock hard, maybe some teasing/sex? idk idk
(TF YOU MEAN “idk”?? THIS PROMPT IS HEAT AND I’M ‘BOUTTA COOK!! 🔥💯😤)
Johnny Cage x gn!reader (SFW/NSFM)
NOTE: This will be a two-parter because I just couldn't wait to post what I had already, lmao. This first part only has sexual themes and foreplay, while the second part will have actual smut (also, while this first part is totally GN, the second part will be mentioning afab anatomy, but I will still be using GN pronouns). I'm sorry this took so long to get to; I've been working almost every day for the past two weeks and ya girl is tired, lol. Was super excited to write for this though! :D
ALSO I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW ACTUAL FIGHTING WORKS I JUST MADE SHIT UP LMAO PLS DON'T COME AT ME
Pasted straight from Google Docs and NOT proofread, so please excuse any grammatical/continuity errors/syntax and formatting. I am also still VERY much an amateur writer so pls go easy on me <3
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51869623
Come On With a Come-on
         For a ‘professional’, Johnny Cage is about the least professional person you’ve ever met. Propriety must be a foreign concept to him with how frequently he flirts with you, especially on set—you know, in front of all of your colleagues and crew? The man was shameless in his relentless pursual of you, like a goddamn dog with a bone. And worst of all? You liked it, and this fact frustrated you to no end. 
         How could you possibly be attracted to someone who is so insufferably arrogant, loud-mouthed, and impossibly far up his own ass? An ass that, admittedly, you find yourself staring at whenever you think he isn’t looking. But, because you’re an actual professional, you’ve rebuffed his every attempt to seduce you thus far. Plus, you had a reputation to keep and dignity to hold onto; you weren’t sullying either when the likely outcome would involve your face and name on countless tabloids. 
         Without warning, his stupid, smug, and incredibly handsome smile invades your mind, and you suddenly find yourself wanting nothing more than to punch it off of his unfairly chiseled jaw.
         …or maybe kiss it off.
         “Grah!” you abruptly shout while burying your hands in your hair, momentarily tugging at the roots in annoyance. God, you had a problem. 
         Bzzt.
         “Huh?” You look down at your hip where your phone had just buzzed in your pocket. You pull it out and flick your finger across the screen to unlock it, then tap on the messaging icon.
         Johnny Cage: Hey, wanna spar later? 👊👊
         You raised a brow. You and Johnny worked in the same sphere for a reason. Action films were your guys’ bread and butter since the both of you knew how to fight as well as do your own stunts. 
         You and Johnny hung out casually here and there, but the two of you had never sparred before. You sensed an opportunity in his proposal, though: an effective way to get your frustration out on the source of said frustration. Shrugging, you figure, ‘why not?’
         You: Yeah, I’m down. But I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into b/c I won’t be holding back!
         Johnny: Woah, don’t go threatening me with a good time ;) 
         Your stomach twirled in unbidden delight at the cheeky response, and you internally chastised yourself for being so easily affected by this man. You and Johnny sorted out the details of your meetup—his place, late afternoon—and returned your phone to your pocket. You would just have to kill some time until then.
~~~
         “Of course you would have your own gym, and of course it’s fuckin’ huge,” you joked with a bit of sarcasm, yet enough lightheartedness as to not offend. Though, you doubt Johnny could be so easily offended; he’s got way too much self-confidence (for better or for worse) to be put down that easily.
         “Oh, honey, you haven’t seen ‘huge’ yet,” he boasted with a smirk. The wink that followed did nothing to abate the heat that was slowly taking over your body, but you did your best not to let the effects show. Since when were easy, immature innuendos such a turn on for you? You just closed your eyes and shook your head.
         “Alright, I am definitely knocking you on your ass for that one.”
         “Hah, see if you can, sweetheart!”
         The two of you stood in your  respective corners and took your stances. One quick little countdown later, and the game was on. 
        You knew Johnny was a very good fighter being a martial arts expert and all, but you didn’t realize he was that good. In all honesty, you figured he was more bark than bite, and that you’d have no real problem going toe-to-toe with him. Unfortunately, it seems like you may have underestimated him. It turns out that Johnny Cage was one of the rare few you had met who could back up their arrogance. Bully for you.
        Furthermore, this shithead was fighting dirty! Well, okay—technically he wasn’t fighting dirty. He was just talking after all, and there’s nothing wrong or “illegal” with that. But it was a dirty tactic regardless, and it only infuriated you further with how helpless you were to try and block him out.
        You pivot sharply on one foot and  use the momentum to lift and swing the other around, aiming the kick at his head. You expect him to duck under such a high-reaching maneuver—maybe he’d follow up with a low sweep with your single foot planted on the ground—so you prepare yourself to counter this. See, before you went into acting, fighting was your primary activity; you won many tournaments and managed to make a decent living off of it. One of the main things you were known for were your notoriously powerful kicks; few would risk trying to outright block them rather than moving out of the way.
         You must have forgotten who you were up against; that was the only reasonable explanation for your short-sightedness. You were not distracted by him or anything like that, thank you very much. Johnny-fucking-Cage just lifts an arm and grabs your leg. With one hand. Like it was nothing.
         The impact creates a loud smack! that briefly leaves you dumbfounded; you felt the force of that blow against his palm, and it was enough to leave the skin there tingling unpleasantly. Johnny didn’t look phased in the least bit with a crooked smile dancing across his handsome features, just gripping your ankle. Casually. Like you weren’t currently being held in the near-vertical splits.
         Johnny took this fleeting opportunity to give you a quick once-over, and his smile only grew. “Nice legs,” he quipped, “bet they’d look a lot nicer over my shoulders.” You openly gaped at his brazenness, and he used your shock to his advantage, flipping you in one fell swoop. You grunted when your back hit the mat underneath you, but the heat that overwhelmed your person (caused by your anger and fury, obviously) had you back up in a flash.
         “Best two out of three,” you nearly seethed. Johnny had the audacity to appear as anything but intimidated. In fact, he seemed rather amused.
         “You know, you’re like, really hot when you’re mad.”
         You nearly flung yourself at him in a mindless bout of rage, but caught yourself only a split moment before you could make such a devastating mistake. A delightful idea quickly sprang to mind—two could play at this game. 
         You kept up the facade of indignation and outrage in order to trick Johnny into thinking that you actually were going to make that blind charge at him. You stepped off of your dominant foot, using the momentum to make a lunge for him. He braced himself to counter your head-on attack, but you feigned right at the last possible second, swiftly gripped his shoulder with your left hand, and brought your right leg in against the back of his knee to buckle it. Johnny was quick to recover, though, keeping enough of his balance to twist and grapple with you as his leg nearly gave out. 
         Ah, so it was time for plan B.
         Before he could finish off the move, you brought your face right up to his, making sure that the two of you were making eye contact, and looked at him with sensual purpose. It was almost enough to disarm him, so to ensure you had the upper hand, you threw him another curveball with a breathy, “I wonder if you fuck as good as you fight.” 
         That did the trick. Johnny’s mind was sent reeling with your seemingly out-of-pocket comment, and you jumped at the chance to knock him flat on his ass. Johnny got the wind knocked from him as he landed with a resounding thump. Not wasting a minute, you straddled yourself across his hips and held his wrists against the floor mat. While Johnny had more raw strength than you, you hoped that the KO would leave him dizzy enough to keep him subdued.
         “Ha! Gotcha!” you barked out in triumph. Johnny just blinked up at you in a daze as his response. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the taste of your own medi-” you had cut yourself off when you felt something stiff beneath your pelvis. ‘What…? Wait, is he…’
         “Are you hard right now?!” you squawked incredulously. Johnny just shrugged his shoulders and gave you an audacious smirk, as if to say, ‘Uh, yeah I guess so. What about it?’ You were flabbergasted. “I can not believe you right now!” You released his wrists and made to get up, but he grabbed your hips before you could get away. Damn it, his body was so warm, and…holy shit he felt big.
         “Woah now, hang on just a tick,” he spoke like he was trying to soothe a startled horse. This fucking asshole! Why, just why did you have to fall for him? “It is very difficult not to pop a boner when I’m getting up close and personal to the most gorgeous person I know,” he spoke with an immense amount of charm and a surprising measure of sincerity. Your eyes widened comically before you squinted at him with a healthy amount of suspicion. 
         “Oh, really now? And I don’t suppose you’ve used that line with every other person you’ve taken to bed, hm?”
         Johnny just sighed like he was the exasperated one here. “Darling, I’ve been laying it on thick for half a year now. There’s no way I’d still be after you just to get into your pants.” He looked at you with this sort of ‘duh’ expression on his face, like he couldn’t possibly understand your confusion. “I mean, don’t get me wrong: you’ve got just the kind of body that I love,” he added, and you nearly clocked him then and there, but you relaxed again as he spoke further, “but I’ve come to really like spending time with you. There’s never a day that I don’t look forward to working with you on set, you know.” And, just like that, you felt like the stupidest person on the planet for denying yourself something that you evidently could have had for a long time now. 
         You hung your head low and shook it from side to side in disappointment of yourself. You fool. You buffoon. You absolute imbecile. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Johnny took this the wrong way, looking offended, and opened his mouth to say something. However, you were quick to shut him up with a short yet firm kiss of which he wasted no time in returning. He ground his hips against yours in short, desperate thrusts like there would never be another chance to do so, and you eagerly mirrored his movements like they might be your last. Without warning, he rolled the two of you over to flip your positions. Sprawled out beneath him with your hands held beneath his own, Johnny thought you looked like a dream.
         “By the way, I think you’ll find that not only do I fuck as good as I fight, but I fuck like I fight, too—hard n’ fast,” he intoned in a voice nearly an octave deeper. 
         You squirmed in anticipation at his words, and retorted with equal huskiness, “let’s see it then.”
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winterrrnight · 1 month
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meet me in the hallway prompt 8???? With Zach???
oh vee darling I am so sorry how late I am to this! I hope you really really enjoy this :( and again, super sorry on me being so damn late, and thank you so so much for being so patient!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻☹️☹️
just the start
PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader
SUMMARY: you tell your boyfriend of mere one and a half weeks that he is cute.
WARNINGS: fluff, usage of nicknames (very less though), mentions of cheating (not by zach or the reader)
EDITH SPEAKS: and we are done with the celly requests!! I absolutely failed this time in keeping up with them and I am so sorry about that :( I will definitely make sure this doesn’t repeat <3 I hope you all enjoy reading 💞 please reblog and share your thoughts 🌛
PROMPT REQUESTED: "you're so cute." "what did you say?" "I said you look like a boot."
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You’re sitting in the library of your university, completely relaxed as you read a book you just picked. You had a long study session and that definitely caused a little bit of a headache; constant staring at your laptop screen along with having to use your brain to complete a tough assignment, you were finally done, now giving your mind some much needed relaxation.
Your almost empty iced coffee sits in front of you, the diluted remains left in it as you still slurp onto the now flavorless liquid. It’s peaceful, almost no one in the library except you, the window next to you open as the sun enters inside and the breeze gently blows.
You’re having a great time; wonderful time actually, until it all comes to an end when you hear your boyfriend call you out, way too loudly in the library.
“Zach!” You shush as he approaches you, a big smile on his face. “Keep it down, the librarian isn’t the nicest,”
Zach only rolls his eyes and sits down in the chair next to you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you in closer. You guys are at the mere start of your relationship, only one and a half weeks, but you have got to say, you really like it.
“So now I’m not allowed to miss my girl hm?” He teases, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You ignore the rising heat in your cheeks and keep your focus on your book, even though your body is now even more relaxed as you slump against him.
As it is just the mere start, the smallest kisses, touches, and compliments make you go absolutely crazy on the inside. But you know he is the one of the best you have ever experienced it with.
“How was practice?” You ask softly, eyes not training up from the inked pages.
“It was good… scored over five goals today,” he grins. You giggle softly as you look up at him, gently pinching his cheek.
“That’s great Zach,” you smile, before training down back to your book. He rests his head on top of yours, the only sound being your light breathing and the occasional flipping of the pages.
“Oh my god, do you want to know what happened today?” He says almost suddenly. “I’ve got some real gossip,” his eyes are wide, and as you look up, you can see the excitement in them.
“Yeah why not,” you smile. You look back at your book, and continue to listen to him whilst you also read.
“Okay so you remember Brandon right?”
“The captain of your team?”
“Yeah that’s the one. And do you remember his girlfriend?”
“Clarisse?”
“Yup yup yup, so…” he takes a deep breath, “Clarisse literally cheated on him at the party two days ago. Like full on made out with this dude from her Latin class or somethin’ like that, and she keeps on denying it, she is all like, “well I was really drunk and didn’t know what I was doing!”, and Brandon’s like, “can you shut up please? You very well know what you did,” and then Clarisse is like, “no I will not shut up!” She has such a bitchy attitude and for what? And today, at the practice, she kept on following him like a lost puppy, always apologizing, being all “i’m sorry Brandon baby, please forgive me,” and I was just so embarrassed like, that’s not even my girl but I feel for him so bad…”
As he talks, you can’t help but look at him with a soft smile on your face as you watch him talk so efficiently about the fresh gossip. He has his arguments set, and he’s defending Brandon like anything, but that’s not where your focus is at.
You look at his light blue eyes, which seem an ethereal shade of blue as the sunlight falls on them, you see his eyebrows slightly furrowed, you see the small creases on his forehead, you see the way he is using his hands to gesture to make his point, you see his soft lips which you have such a desire to have on yours keep on talking, and you can’t help but sigh at the beautiful boy in front of you.
“... so then he literally screamed at her to leave him alone, and she ran away crying.” He finishes, and turns to look at you. He’s taken aback by the expression on your face, a soft smile accompanying your soft eyes, as you can’t help but admire him.
“What are you looking at?” He mutters as his eyes lock with yours. He nervously moves his hand over his face. “Do I, do I have something on my face?”
You laugh softly as you shake your head. “No, you don’t have anything on your face… you’re so cute,”
His eyes slightly widen at your words, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. In your very short time of dating, this is the first time you’ve called him cute.
“What did you say?” He whispers.
Your own blush deepens in your cheeks, and you realize you called him ‘cute’. It is just a small compliment, but having just been together a mere one and a half weeks, it is definitely one heck of a compliment.
“I…” you mutter, as you look back at your book, “I said you look like a boot.”
He bursts out laughing, softly shaking his head at you as he can’t keep his giggles in. “I know what you said baby,” he smiles. “Thank you for that. I think you are adorable,” he leans in to press another kiss on your cheek. Your blush deepens at his movements as you dare not look up from your book, trying to show him that this does not even affect you one bit, when in reality, you are going crazy, and he knows it.
Just one and a half weeks, and he knows you better than anyone else.
What could be better than that?
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You Really Gotta Get Better At Lying
Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader
Featuring platonic!Peacemaker, Goff, and the rest of the 11th Street Kids
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Prompt: You’re a civilian with a superhero boyfriend. It was working out pretty well for you both until one day when you’re hanging out in his best friend’s trailer and you get stuck in the crossfire. This is based on episode 6.
Warnings: Mentions of guns, Cannon compliment jokes, language, and violence, joking references to m-preg and daddy kinks (this is Adrian and Chris we’re talking about and it’s based on the butterfly interrogation scene lol), Angst with a happy ending
A/N: Hey Guys! Cannot believe this is my first full fic I’ve been able to finish since last August…11 months! This year has been pretty nuts for me, but I miss my man :)))) ❤️🧜‍♂️❤️ (Also the part in italics is a flashback if that’s not clear.)
“Come in Adrian!” You heard a voice coming from the trailer as your boyfriend knocked.
“How did you know it was me?” Adrian asked.
“You knock in a very annoying way. Hi, (Y/N).” Chris said as you walked into his place.
“I’m sorry.” You placed a hand on Adrian’s shoulder.
“Well I think it it’s cute.” You smiled at him. He smiled down at you, breaking into an infectious smile. Your own smile only grew. “Hi, Chris.” You said turning to look at Peacemaker. Today was your day off and Adrian wanted to get wasted at the trailer. Despite not always getting along, you were pretty good friends with Chris so you loved going to his place with Adrian to hang out. When you got there he was in his super suit. This was no surprise to you. Adrian had brought his as well. Usually a day at Chris’ meant at least an hour would be spent doing target practice or what you liked to call watching your two favorite idiots fuck around.
You had learned about Vigilante not too long into dating Adrian. It wasn’t hard to figure out. You loved him, but he was an awful liar. One slip up lead to another and suddenly it was 3am and Vigilante was knocking on your door. You’d had a nightmare and called Adrian because you knew he was a night owl. You woke up hyperventilating and sweating, too scared to go back to sleep. You just wanted to hear his voice, but you weren’t gonna complain when he said he couldn’t sleep either and was on a late night walk by your apartment. You didn’t question how weird that sounded, you just wanted to be with him so you said he could come over. What you didn’t know was that he was actually on patrol on your side of town. He meant to change, before reaching your door, but somehow he was in such a hurry to get to you he just forgot. He didn’t realize when you screamed upon opening the door, already shaken up from your nightmare and now confused as to why the news’ least favorite costumed crime fighter was at your apartment. He screamed back at you.
“What are you screaming about?!” Vigilante asked.
“What am I screaming about?! What are you screaming about?!”
“Okay! Stop screaming! I am really confused right now!”
The more you thought about it the more you realized you knew that voice.
“…Adrian…”
“Of course it’s me! I know it’s late and it’s dark, but is it that hard to recognize me? I think you might need to check your eyes again, Bug-a-boo.”
One of those silly nicknames you loved. It was Adrian.
“…mask…”
You saw his eyes go wide behind the tinted red visor. His gloved hands went up to touch his face. He’d forgotten.
“Oh shit…” He said under his breath. “I- I don’t know who Adrian is…who’s that? I’m sorry I scared you, innocent civilian. I was just out doing my patrol duties and I-“
“Adrian…” You started to tear up.
“I told you I’m not Adrian. I’m Vigilante. Common mistake. Both names sound like super similar actually-“
“Adrian…” You cut him off again, bursting into tears, hugging him. He sighs.
“You’re okay, (Y/N). I’m here. Everything’s okay.”
You stared at a jar on Chris’ table. It had some sort of bug in it. It was a species you’d never seen before.
“What’s that?” You asked.
“You kept Goff?” Adrian questioned.
“Is that like the name of the bug or did you guys name it?” You keep staring, confused. It almost seems to stare back at you.
“That’s his name. We found him in a shitty politician.” Adrian answered. In him…? You didn’t want to know so you decided not to press as the boys continued to argue about keeping Goff as a dangerous pet.
“Why is he dangerous? Is he invasive?” You questioned.
“You could say that!” Adrian joked.
“Where is it from?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t think they came from our solar system. I feel like NASA would have figured that out by now, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were fucking lying to us.” Chris said on the verge of telling another conspiracy theory.
“What…?” You finally broke your gaze from Goff.
“Don’t even fucking get me started on the moon landing and-“
“No, I mean this- this is an alien?” You cut off Chris. You turn to Adrian. “You’re fighting aliens?!”
“Yeah! How cool is that?!” His face lit up.
“So fucking cool!” You started nerding out with your boyfriend until your attention was drawn to Goff who was drawing a peace sign on the jar in some sort of weird goo. The three of you, after taking about a minute to freak out, sat on the couch to investigate. You sat in between Chris and Adrian. You were hoping this would keep them from arguing, but it did nothing of the sort. Before you knew it your head was resting on the back of the couch as the two guys argued above you. “Will you guys just kiss and make up already?! Jesus! Get a room! Chris you gotta have more patients and at least try to see his point of view. Adrian, baby, we have to ask yes or no questions because Goff can’t speak to us verbally and we don’t have an alphabet for him to spell things out with.”
“What if we got like an ouija board and just let him move the little triangle thing around?” Adrian wondered.
“I think that’s a great idea, but we don’t have one right now, so just while we’re limited on time we gotta keep it to yes or no questions, alright? Think of it like that pendulum thing I showed you. It can only swing so many ways like how Goff can only tap so many times.” Adrian finally seemed to understand. One of your favorite things to do together was info dump about your interests. Not too long ago you’d had a really big hyperfixation on ghosts, which is probably where he’d gotten the idea for the ouija board in the first place. It wasn’t that he was stupid, he was often just running a marathon in his head to find different solutions to the problems everyone else had already given up on. While he was trying to figure out a solution, everybody thought he was an idiot for even trying. That was one of the many reasons you and Adrian worked so well together. You both understood how the other person’s brain worked.
“Okay. Goff, are you here to put babies in us like in alien?”
Two taps: No.
Adrian sighs.
“Dude, you’re upset about that?” Chris asks.
“Well how else am I gonna experience motherhood?” Your boyfriend asked sadly. You rested your hand on his knee.
“I’m sorry, baby. But you know what? Maybe one day you can be a really incredible dad to our kids.” You blushed.
“You think I’d be an incredible dad?” He asked in awe.
“I think you’d be the most incredible dad.” You kiss him as Chris gags.
“Now it’s my turn to say get a room and not one in my trailer. I don’t want you guys fucking roleplaying your daddy m-preg shit in my bathroom.” Chris rolled his eyes.
“Oh my god that is not what I meant! Please can we just get back to the alien bug sitting on your coffee table?!” You exclaimed.
One tap: Yes.
“See! Even Goff agrees you’re being ridiculous!” You tell him.
“I am not!” Chris started to argue like a toddler.
Two taps: No.
“You’re acting like a toddler.”
One tap: Yes.
“Woah! It’s like Goff’s on (Y/N)’s side.” You smiled at Adrian’s amusement.
One Tap: Yes.
“You are not helping me here.” Chris whispered in a harsh tone to the jar.
One Tap: Yes.
You laughed. “Goff, do you wanna be friends?”
One Tap: Yes.
As you and Adrian continued to argue with Chris, much to Goff’s amusement, Adrian’s phone started to ring.
“Who is this…Vigilante? I- I don’t know that person. That’s um- is that even a name? I’m- sounds Italian and I’m- I’m- I’m American, so I can’t even-“ Chris ripped the phone from his hand and you gave him a sympathetic look.
“Babe, you really gotta get better at lying.”
“I’m great at lying!” You gave him a smile.
“Okay, honey.”
“I am!”
“A month after we started dating you showed up at my door fully suited up, completely forgetting to change after patrol.”
“That’s because I wanted to. It was my way of telling you.” He was obviously lying again
“Okay, honey.” You smiled as Chris shushed you. He was panicked, far more panicked than usual.
“What’s happening?” You questioned, starting to get nervous.
“The entire police force of Evergreen is outside right now. This place is fucking crawling with cops.” Chris whispered, opening his sunroof.
“Are we gonna fucking crawl up there?!” You whisper yelled, trying to keep your voice down. You were a civilian and despite hanging around superheroes you had never been in on the action yourself.
Adrian grabbed your hand. “It’s gonna be okay.” He tried to give you reassurance, despite not quite knowing what they were up against. “I need you to promise me you’ll stick by me, okay?” You stared at the roof in fear. “(Y/N), I need you to promise me.” Adrian looked at you desperately searching for an agreement.
“O-okay” You stuttered, your mind barley able to process what was happening. Chris climbs through helping pull you up as Adrian lifts you through the hole. You were so scared you didn’t even really notice Adrian had Goff tied to him with duct tape. Chris started climbing in a nearby tree. Adrian pushed you towards it. You shook your head at him, giving him a face that said ‘There is no way in hell I’m doing this’.
“I’m not gonna let you fall.” He promised. So much for that. Not long into climbing Adrian himself fell out of the tree. Usually you would find his clumsiness cute, but now was not the time. Chris put his free hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming.
“Oh fuck…I’m okay…” He said, a little out of it, just having at the wind knocked out of him. Of fuck. Goff. This is when you fully process the glass jar taped to Adrian’s back…the broken glass jar. Chris quickly helps you get down. You run to Adrian.
“Are you okay?!”
“I’m okay, I promise.” Adrian reassures you.
“DON’T MOVE!” The police detective yelled, pointing her gun at you. Adrian rested one hand on his hip, close to his knife and the other on your back so he could push you underneath him in a second if bullets started flying. You were terrified. You didn’t even notice Goff flying towards the woman until he started to fly into her mouth. Now you knew what Adrian meant by in the senator. Blood started pouring out of her mouth.
“What the fuck?!” You yelled in shock as Chris and Adrian started pulling you up from the ground. Everything was happening too fast. Suddenly you were running through the woods. Bullets were flying. Knives were being thrown.
“At worst, he’s paralyzed!” Adrian’s voice barley broke through to your clouded mind. You could see a clearing up ahead. Just get to the clearing. You can do it. Just get to the clearing. You saw Chris stop in front of you. He had a gun pointed directly at him. Then another. You and Adrian stop behind Chris. You’re surrounded. Adrian keeps you close. Then one of them falls to the ground. You grab onto Adrian’s back, not wanting to limit the movement of his arms. He reaches behind himself to put a hand on you. You turned to see another policeman had shot the guy who was pointing a gun at you.
“What the fuck?!” You yelled, trying to keep your panic down.
“Do you wanna ask stupid questions or do you wanna live?” He asked you as you hid behind Adrian again.
Chris and Adrian pulled you away from the scene as the man shot the defenseless low level cops on the ground. He mocked their cries as he shot them. Chris and Adrian brought you to a car the man had told you about. A getaway car that was waiting for you just down the road at the edge of the woods. Adrian shoved you into the car. You sat in the back seat with him as he continued to argue with Chris, even throwing his phone out the window at one point. He kept an arm around your shaking body. Eagly was squawking in the passenger seat. It was all too much.
“SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU PLEASE.” You started to cry. “I LOVE YOU BOTH, BUT PLEASE! FUCK!”
Adrian placed a kiss to your forehead gently starting to rub your arm. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not you. Usually I wouldn’t care, but what the fuck is happening?! Is the detective fucking dead?! Like is that what they do?! Just like fucking drill into your skull through your mouth and play Ratatouille?!”
“They can go through your butt too…” Adrian said quietly.
“Oh great! So glad! That must be so much more pleasant!” Adrian went to open his mouth, but you knew what he was gonna say. “Yes, I’m being sarcastic!”
“Okay. Thank you for specifying. Let’s just breathe. Can you do that? Can you breathe with me?” Adrian asks, starting to exaggerate his breathing for you to follow. He knew you were starting to get worked up. You always got upset when you were confused, but this was an entirely new level with an added sense of extreme terror and danger. You try to follow his breathing. “In and out. Good job.”
“Forget about the aliens I wanna know what the fuck was up with that one cop!” Chris questions from the driver’s seat, now done using Adrian’s phone to call headquarters.
“You mean you didn’t fucking know that guy?!” You question.
“No! Why would I just know a crazy fucker at the police station?!” Chris yells.
“I don’t know! Maybe the fact that he gave you a car?! You know some pretty weird fucking people! I’ve never met King Shark!” You scream, letting out a sigh, leaning further into Adrian’s touch as he kisses your forehead again, still trying to calm you.
The rest of your short drive to headquarters was mostly spent in silence. You had never been there, but you knew where it was. You were the only person Adrian told everything to. You walked into headquarters quickly, not wanting to be seen stashing the getaway car.
“What the fuck just happened?!” Chris yelled bursting into headaquarters.
“Who’s the civilian? I don’t think I have to remind you of the privacy of this mission.” A man who seemed to be in charge asked as you tried to make yourself small feeling scared and embarrassed. You think you remember Adrian saying his name was Murn.
“They’re my partner.” Adrian told the team.
“You have a partner?” The man who was absolutely John Economos asked. He was even taller than you imagined.
“I told you I had a partner. You knew about them.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think they were real.” John laughed at his own joke.
“Um…hi. Sorry. Very real partner over here, what the fuck is happening?!” You interrupted. They all exchanged a series of looks you couldn’t read before one of them spoke up.
“Hi my name’s Leota. Why don’t we go talk in the other room for a bit?” You didn’t answer her, you just squeezed Adrian’s hand, not wanting to be separated from him.
“It’s okay. You can go. I’ll just be a few minutes. I promise you can trust her. Eagly does!” Adrian smiled at you.
“I guess he’s pretty good judge of character.” You joked, giving Adrian a smile.
“It’s okay. We’re safe here. Here, take this.” He reached for the back of his chair and grabbed a sweater he’d accidentally left there. He wrapped it around you. He knew how much you loved to wear his clothes. You were happy to be surrounded by his smell. You sighed, calming a little bit. “I won’t be long and I’m not gonna leave the building. I promise.” You nodded, reluctantly following Leota.
“Harcourt you handle this. Peacemaker, Economos in my office now.” You heard as you walked up the stairs. As Leota was answering some of your questions Harcourt and Adrian were downstairs having a very difficult conversation.
“You don’t look so happy. I thought you loved violence. I thought you said it was awesome.” Harcourt started, her voice thick with sarcasm. Adrian missed it yet again.
“Not when they’re involved.”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have involved them then.”
“I didn’t mean to! I’m not normal. I know and usually I don’t care, but they are the only thing in my life that makes me feel normal- the only part of my life that feels normal. Even…even when I’m just Adrian Chase, the busboy at fennel fields, everybody acts like I’m a fucking freak or some big burden. But not them. They let me be myself. They like me! They’re separate from all of this. I should be allowed to have this one thing.”
Harcourt’s face softened. “You should be and I’m sorry…but that’s not how this life works. I know you want to keep them safe. It’s only gonna get more dangerous from here. You know what you have to do, right?”
“I’m not doing it.”
“Look…” Harcourt paused taking a deep breath. “Adrian…I’m sorry. Doing what we do- it isn’t easy.” She used his real name. He thinks this might even been the first time she’s really called him anything other than Vigilante, psycho, or dumb shit.
While they were talking downstairs you were upstairs asking all sorts of questions to Leota about the butterflies. She was answering as much as she could until Adrian knocked on the door. “Can I have a minute alone with (Y/N)?” He asked.
“Of course. Let me know if either of you need anything.” She smiled at you on the way out.
“She’s nice. I’m sorry I freaked out earlier. I think I finally have a handle on everything now.” You smiled at him, but he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were glued to the ground. “Ade, what’s wrong?” You asked.
“I’m breaking up with you…”
“Yeah haha very funny. Now, what actually happened downstairs?” He stayed silent. “You’re serious? Adrian, you’re not breaking up with me.”
“Yeah I am actually.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to date you anymore.”
“That’s not true. You’re an awful fucking liar, so look at me and tell me why you’re breaking up with me.”
“I already told you why.” He was starting to get choked up.
“Adrian, I love you.”
“I love you too-“
“Then don’t break up with me!” You cut him off.
“I have to!”
“Why?!”
“I need to keep you safe!” He raised his voice at you. He’d never raised his voice at you like that before. You started crying.
“Why don’t I get a choice?! What about what I want?! Shouldn’t it be my choice?! Adrian, I don’t give a fuck if it’s dangerous! Before I met you my life was awful! I was a freak! You are the only person who makes me feel like I can be my fucking self! You are the only person I don’t feel like a fucking inconvince around! The only one who understands me! Why can’t we just have this one fucking thing?!” You yelled.
He laughs through the few tears that had just started falling down his cheeks. “That’s what I said.” He sighs, sitting on the couch, wrapping you in his arms. “I’m sorry.“
“Please don’t leave me. You’re my entire world.”
“I may be your world, but you’re my sun, I live for you- because of you. There would be nothing without you. Nothing.” He kisses you on the forehead.
“So, don’t break up with me.” You were pleading quietly through your tears at this point.
“I’m sorry. I don’t wanna say I was eavesdropping, but I was totally eavesdropping. If you’re worried about them being safe I think I can help.” Leota entered the doorway again.
“How?” Adrian asked.
“Well, I have my wife set up in a safe house right now while things are a little extra sticky. Sometimes things get lonely. I bet she’d love a new roommate.”
“Adebayo, are you serious right now?”
“Very serious, Adrian.” She smiled.
“Oh my god I could kiss you.”
She laughs at his comment. “Don’t kiss me. I’m married. Go kiss your partner who you’re not breaking up with and don’t tell Harcourt about this.”
“I won’t.” He smiles.
“Okay, now I think you should really take her advice and kiss me.” You smile up at him, kissing him.
“Okay, lovebirds. I’m gonna go distract buzzkill 1 and buzzkill 2 downstairs. I’ll let you know if you’re needed.” She smiles, leaving you to alone.
“I can’t believe you almost broke up with me.”
“Yeah that would have been stupid.”
“Really stupid.” You added, both laughing. “I love you more than anything.”
“I love you too more than anything.” He said. You both smiled, kissing. You snuggled deeper into him and started a discussion about the logistics of how you would navigate this new adventure.
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AITA for sort of wanting to break up with my boyfriend
okay so I [18M] met this guy [18M] back in january through an accepted college students group chat. We got to talking and found out we had a lot of similar interests, plus we live in the same city so we were able to hang out occasionally. We were even each other's prom dates (though both times were "as friends") However, after my prom he drove me home and ended up asking me out, saying he'd had a crush on me for a while and just had to tell me. I told him that I would love to date him, but that I had to tell him something first. I'm a stealth trans man, which means everyone I'd met and hung out with around him had assumed I was cis. So had this guy. I asked if that would be a problem, as he identified as gay and some gay men just aren't into trans men. He responded and said he didn't think it would be. Well, flash forward a month and I was on an out of town trip with him and several of his friends. As the only couple on the trip we were also sharing a room. And for context we'd made out but nothing more. The night before we left, he asked "hey, can we talk about something real quick?" I said sure, and he went "so, you know how I'm gay, right?" to which I thought oh no. I know where this is going. And basically he ended up saying that he didn't think he'd be comfortable doing anything sexual with me because he's "only into cock" but also that he'd be okay 'receiving' sexual acts, just not 'giving.' I was pretty stunned because I hadn't been thinking of that stuff really at all (it was literally the day after our one month anniversary. it was all still pretty new) and I said as much, but that I thought it would definitely be a problem in the future. He then freaked out and said that because he has OCD vague statements like that mess up his brain and basically send it into overdrive, so would I please say that it wouldn't ever be a problem (which I did.) I didn't see him for almost a month after that because he went out of the country, but I was definitely more reserved with the way I talked to him, prompting him to ask many times if he was annoying me and sort of catastrophize about our relationship (sent me a text asking if our LOVE was FADING.) I eventually ended up talking to him about it all over the phone and he immediately apologized saying that he knew as soon as he had said it that it was an asshole thing to say. Then he went into a tangent about how he actually views sex and romance as two different things and thinks sex is super degrading and dehumanizing, and how he thinks our love is this "pure and wholesome" thing (actual words.) He did say that he would be willing to try things with me but I don't want him to force anything on his end regarding sexual stuff, because it is totally okay if he doesn't want to have sex with me, it just means I don't want to stay in a relationship with him. But he keeps going on and on about how much he loves me and how I've changed him into a better person (and also how SCARED he is that I'll break up with him????) and so I feel guilty wanting to break up, especially because I did like him a lot before all this but now it's just so stressful and I don't know what to do. And that's where the "am *I* the asshole" bit comes in because I have been really sort of neglecting him, responding to messages late, not being super enthusiastic about talking to him, just being a bad boyfriend tbh. And of course the cherry on top is that we're going to college together in a month. Okay tumblr please help me what do you think
What are these acronyms?
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hey there!
just cus im curious and dealing with some crap, how would Hanako and/or Tsukasa help his S/O who tried to scratch the feeling of someone's touch off of them? Not him of course, but someone else like a bully who touched their arm too much and it made them want the feeling ✨off✨ and ended up really messing up their arm in the process.
He doesn't get to see them do it, but when they're cleaning and take off their jacket so it doesn't get dirty he sees their arm? Or he could watch the event go down and could stop them before it happens. Idk.
If you're not comfortable writing this it's okay, and you don't have to! Have a good day/night/life, wherever you are. <3
Hello hello! I am sorry this took a while to get to! I have been having a hard time with my mental health lately so I tried to take a break! I am feeling much better now, tho! I made these into mini oneshots to make up for this being so late! I for some reason felt a lot writing this one even though I haven’t really ever had problems with this..I am so sorry if you are going through things like this. I know that reading some words probably won’t make it all immediately better but I want you to know that you are so loved and appreciated by those around you, even if they don’t seem like it sometimes. If you don’t believe that, then I want you to know that despite the fact I don’t know who you are, I still care for you and am always here for you when you need it <3
Side note: I am going to stop putting whether my requests are open on my requests so that it doesn’t get confusing for those who only read my past works!! If you want to know if my requests are open, check the pinned post on my page! There you can find when I have request’s open as well as rules! Thank you for taking time to read this! Onto the stories!
Warnings: Mentions of self-harm (can be triggering to some, be careful!), HEAVY angst on Hanako's(comfort later on), cursing(sorry in advance! I couldn’t help myself-)
Proofread: yes
Prompt: Hanako and Tsukasa reacting to a S/O who tries to ✨rub off✨someone’s touch
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You were helping Yashiro clean the bathrooms, as you usually do at the end of the day. You still question every single day why this was the thing Hanako wanted Nene and you to do for him as a payment.
He could have had you do anything! I mean think about it! He could have you go around and collect cursed objects or try and stop evil apparitions with him..but no. He instead chose to have you clean bathrooms. Seriously, who even uses these??
You let your mind wander as you wiped the sinks along with the mirrors belonging to each sink. Your sleeve slipped down your forearm and revealed...marks on your skin. You froze your movements entirely. Your breath hitched, this was not the best time. Not now.. please not now... you thought to yourself.
You have been hiding the fact that your bully has been..touchy lately. It made you super uncomfortable and no matter how many times you would wash your arms and scrub them with lots of soap, it felt like your arm was covered by the bully's touch. It made you sick to the stomach just thinking about it.
You must have not heard Nene call your name because you were pulled out of your thoughts by Nene tapping your shoulder a little firm, but not in a way that would hurt you. She was too sweet, you know that. She wouldn't do anything to hurt you. "Did you hear me, (Name)?" Nene looked at you with concern. Before you could answer, Hanako came over to see what was happening. He took one look at your arm and froze.
"What happened to your arm, (Name)..?"
Oh, god dammnit.. This was the last thing you wanted. Why did you not just cover up your arm? Now you have to explain how disturbed you are by the touch of someone who gives you shit all the time. You realized you hadn't said anything and that talking would probably be the best thing you can do right now.
"Uhmm..nothing just..anxiety I guess, heh.."The FUCK was that?!? Now they know you have been hurting your arm!! Great going, (Name). Hanako stared into your eyes for a while, his orbs seemed to be filled with mixed emotions. Hurt, worry, ...anger...?
"..Yashiro, could you give us a few minutes? I will call you back in when we are done," Hanako asked, more like demanded with the tone he used. Yashiro nodded and left without a word. Now it was just you and Hanako. The silence made the air feel thick.
"What happened to your arm?" Hanako looked at you with what looked like a mix of pity and slight anger. What he was angry about, nobody knew. "I was just.. scratching at it. I do that sometimes.." You felt tears fill the brim of your eyes.
Hanako gave you a look that said that we wasn't buying it. "Did something else happen..?" His eyes locked with yours, as if they were looking for something. What were they searching for? You probably knew what, but you didn't want to admit your problems. Hanako already has a lot of things he worries about as it is. It would just be a bother..
"..No, I am just..anxious is all.. It's fine, really!" You tried to reassure him with a fake smile. "You are lying." Hanako said, his tone starting to scare you a bit. Hanako reached out for your arm but you flinched away, pulling your sleeve over your arm."H-Hanako.. you're scaring me.." The tears you were holding in started to stream down your face.
"I'm scaring you? I'M scaring you? (Name), you look like you have been hurting yourself and you aren't telling me what has been going on! I am scared! I am worried about you, (Name)! I don't want you to hurt yourself! I have been there, I get it! But please, tell me what's going on!"
Hanako has tears in his eyes. You'd never seen him like this before. You felt bad now, he was just worried about you. And yet for some reason you decide to not talk to him.
"Hanako.." You reach out to him and before you can get past his name, he already has his arms wrapped tightly around you. He held you like if he let his grip loose even slightly, you would fade away.
"I just..I want you to be okay..So please..please talk to me.." He let out a quiet sob. You hugged him back and started crying with him.
"Okay, Hanako. I will tell you what has been..going on...but can we just...sit down for a few minutes..?" You quietly asked between sniffles and sobs. He slowly nodded, still embracing you in his arms as he sat you both down on the floor by the window sill.
-a few minutes later-
Hanako had finally calmed down and was patiently waiting for you to tell him whatever has been on your mind. You took a deep breath and look into Hanako's curious, orange orbs.
"So..I have told you about (Bully's Name), right?" You softly asked, already starting to feel terrible just saying their name. "Yes..you have told me about them a few times..do they have something to do with this?" Hanako replied, deep concern in his voice.
"Yes, they are involved in this... They have been..kind of an asshole lately and uhm.. they have also been..grabbing my arm and stuff.." You explained, getting more and more anxious as you spoke.
Hanako remained silent, listening to your every word. But you could see that the more he spoke, the more pissed he seemed. He wasn't mad at you, oh, of course not! He just wanted to talk to this..(Bully's Name)... Hanako spoke up after a few moments of silence.
"Are the scratches from them or did you do that?"
"I did that..it feels like their touch is just...always there..like i can't get it off no matter how many times i wash or scrub or..scratch my arm.."
Oh.. Now Hanako understood. He felt bad for you, really. This was not what he thought was originally happening. He is relieved you weren't hurting yourself due to..bad thoughts. However, he is still kind of upset that you have this problem.
"Im so sorry, dear. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked, moving his arm so that he can hold your hand.
You gave his hand a gentle, affirming sqeeze and held a small smile before replying, "I don't think so.. Maybe some cuddles..?"
He smirked at that and let out a small chuckle. "Alright, (Name). Get comfortable, I am not going to be letting you go for a while."
You ended up falling asleep while having your face in Hanako's neck. Noticing this, Hanako smiled and gave a kiss to your forehead. The last thing he remembers before falling asleep is whispering into your ear, "As long as I am around, I won't let them hurt you. You have my word. Sweet dreams, love." And then he fell asleep on the floor of the bathroom, you in his loving arms.
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Tsukasa
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You were making your way towards the broadcasting room since the last bell of the day had rung. You couldn't wait to see Tsukasa, he said that he had a surprise for you. You wondered what it could possibly be. Knowing him, though, it might be a dead mokke he found or possibly some kind of tea party date.
You two often had tea party dates and while they are nice and all, you really want to just sit down and cuddle every once in a while.Your thought train was forced to a halt when you heard your name being called by a certain someone.
Oh no.. please not now.. you thought to yourself and as you tried your best to ignore the voice and continue walking to the broadcasting room. "(Name)! Did you not hear me? Deaf bitch, can't even respond to your own name! How pathetic!" (Bully's Name) called out to you. Just ignore it..just ignore it.. you're almost there..
Turns out ignoring it was not the best choice you have made. You felt a firm and painfully tight grip on your wrist, yanking backwards and onto the floor. You hit the ground and felt the air knocked out of your lungs. You closed your eyes and let out a pained groan.
(Bully's Name) chuckled manically and stared down at you. "Oh, how pathetic! You can't even keep yourself standing!" Hearing those words made your eyes feel glossy. You knew you couldn't keep yourself standing. You knew that already. But despite that fact, you still tried. You still tried to stand your ground.
You felt your eyes start to tear up, and you tried to rub your eyes to stop them from streaming down your face. Before you can lift them to your face, (Bully's Name) grabs both your wrists and stares you down. You try and pull your wrists away, tears rolling down your cheeks now.
"All I have to do is grab your wrists and you act all pathetic! It's funny how weak you are!" They just kept spewing insult after insult until they were satisfied with your state of being.
You watched as they left and went to turn the corner of the hallway when you heard them let out a pained cry followed by rapid footsteps getting further and further away. Had he run into someone else? Before you could even try and answer that question, you felt your arm start to burn.
Not in a way where it hurt, but it a way where it was uncomfortable and you felt like (Bully's Name) was still touching you. It felt horrible. You started scratching your arm trying to get the feeling off when two hands gently held your wrists away from each other.
Your eyes shot up in fear, had (Bully's Name) come back to torment you?
No, it was actually your boyfriend Tsukasa. You looked up at him in shock, not knowing what to say. Was he the one that ran into your bully? He must have, (Bully's Name) is not the type to get scared easily and Tsukasa was the most sadistic person..ghost..you knew.
"Hi, Doll~ Who was that back there? I noticed they were getting reallll close to you.." Tsukasa asked, his eyes going dark. His tone sent a shiver down your spine.
“Oh them, that was just..never mind. Can you let go of my wrists please? They hurt..” you mumbled the last part to yourself. But Tsukasa only let go of one of your wrists and held your face with his free hand.
“Doll, I know you’re lying. If you tell me who it is, I will give you cuddles~” he tried to deal with you despite the fact that even if you did get cuddles, he always ends up clinging to you in the broadcasting room anyway. Cuddles did sound pretty promising, though.
“…Fine. That was (Bully’s Name). They have been…talking to me since middle school. I don’t know why but all I know is that they keep touching my arms along with insulting me a lot and it makes me uncomfortable.” You admitted, already knowing Tsukasa was going to end up finding and killing this kid. Oh well, you tried.
“Ohh~ They must be the reason you are always itching at your arms, yes? Well, you won’t have to worry about them anymore.” The last part made you feel uneasy. But at the same time, you wouldn’t be seeing (Bully’s Name) again..
“Now, let’s go to the broadcasting room. ‘Kay, (Name)?” Tsukasa asked you, holding out his hand for you to take. You gave a gentle smile and took his hand. You nodded and he teleported you to the broadcasting room.
-A few minutes later-
Tsukasa had you on his arms on the couch in the broadcasting room. And while you realized that Tsukasa never gave you your surprise, you didn't care since you were starting to feel tried. You felt Tsukasa kiss your cheek before kissing your neck gently, telling you to sleep if you need to.
You eventually fell asleep in his arms and Tsukasa pet your hair gently, smiling at your sleeping form. Sakura and Natsuhiko walked in and were about to say something when Tsukasa gave them “the stare”. They got the message and left quietly.
Tsukasa couldn’t wait to track down this (Bully’s Name) and make sure they pay for what they did to you. But for right now, he was going to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings to you as you slept peacefully in his grasp.
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I am really sorry for this coming out late! I hope you enjoyed, tho! I spent a LOT of time on this so I hope it is to your liking and I also hope I got the correct meaning of “trying to rub off their bully’s touch” and if I didn’t, please let me know and I can fix it for you! Have an amazing day/night and I hope to see more requests from you lovely human beings!! <333
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personal picks : being general lilia's spoil of war (oh to be pitied and protected by the great general himself...) , professor ashengrotto (mmm...a gross misuse of power paired with favoritism always tastes divine) , cat's cradle with childe (reader playing games they can't win... it always seems like a good idea, until its not), hatefully yours with scaramouche (unfortunately reader will always going to be fucked no matter what option they choose) , kaeya and childe as a double yandere team (said it before and i'll say it again, if these two were to actually put everything aside and work together, well, all i can say is good luck), and diluc and kaeya as roommates (also a crazy team and since they're both super volatile, there will likely be some pretty nasty insults flung around on a daily basis)
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nutcase8691 · 1 year
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Hello all!
Work has been killer lately. But this is the last world build promt that is used in my Baby Hood AU. (Still working on it.... and others. Have have so many half done drafts xD.) This is a building block I use in some of my AUs but can also be used as a stand alone promt.
Prompt: once a ghost starts producing a certain level of energy they do not stop. Like they build up to be able to run a marathon without getting tired? Permanent.This is partly why they fight so much.
Ghosts can usually only get energy from ectplasm and emotions. (They can kinda sleep, but it is more like deep meditation).
Danny, as a half ghost, also gets energy from sleep, human food, ectplasm, and emotions.
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This prompt is always fun to use. As all fan logic it is a mix of actual logic and wtf I want cause I made it xD.
Basically as science states :energy can't be destroyed, it changes form.
Danny's human half fuels him as much as his ghost half does. If his human half did not get enough sleep, ghost half gives ectplasm for energy. If his ghost half does not have ectplasm/emotions around to heal itself, well the human half had a big breakfast.
When Danny first starts out he is run ragged. He passes out all the time and can't keep up, but as he keeps going, this goes away. Even when the pressure builds and he is fighting stronger ghosts, he does not often get really tired. but he should.
He does not have a lot of help. Yes, Sam and Tucker are great, but his routes attack at all hours, and they literally get into this living realm via his basement. (Not to mention his parents also tend to catch up after he is done catching the ghost)
He falls asleep in class some times but that was early on in his heroing and honestly school can be so boring.
After a while he finds that even though he didnt sleep last night he doesn't feel anymore tired then he did before the accident. He missed breakfast? There was this really stressful test first period, and he is feeling oddly full?
When he fights big names and has to push way farther then normal (undergrowth, Vortex, etc.) Well the next fight seems really easy after that.
No one really notices this is a thing until later. They just assume he has gotten used to it. Until he is no longer burning that much energy.
Like after he becomes ghost king, he only fights a few ghost instead of a bunch, and he graduated,so he no longer has that stay up untill 5 after ghost fights to finish home work.
He suddenly is never tired?? At all. Like he has not slept in almost a month th and is freaking out.
After talking with frostbite they discover that now that life has settled he needs to make sure he is not getting too much energy instead of not having enough.
If he ate a big breakfast that morning? Yeah, he is so not sleeping tonight.
He got a full 8 hours last night. He makes sure not to eat anything for like the next two days.
He was just in a very stressful situation (for others not him). He's probably gonna skip the next few meals if he wants to sleep.
He had sleep, food and emotions? Ancients bless the poor souls who meet energizer bunny danny. They are never the same.
This can be as subtle or as crazy as you want. (Danny normally chooses to not sleep unless he is super stressed, because no one needs to know he stayed up all hours but people tend to notice if you never eat on any of your breaks/lunch)
I love when it is "I need to not eat or sleep for a bit to pretend I am normal human "danny vs. "Oh my God, he never sleeps and barely eats, i need to help this child before he keels over" non Amity Park person.
Thanks for reading!!! If you write something with this, please tag me!!! I love to read others' takes on this!!!!!! ❤
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tryan-a-bex · 6 months
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A Reunion in the Dreaming
1274 words, Gen, fluff and cheesecake, no dragons. Thanks to @aetheltrythh and @best-wishes for beta reading! Based on this post by @windsweptinred and a prompt by @violetoftheendless; thank you! @themirokai also wrote a version of this reunion, how cool! More cake! Unity's situation is based on Desires well-tended are a hearth by @dancinbutterfly. Read it on AO3.
“Rose! Jed!” 
Unity’s eager greeting floated from where she stood waving beside the picnic she had spread out under a stately maple tree in Fiddler’s Green. Rose blinked as her mind adjusted from regular dreaming to the lucid dreaming state that let her visit with her great-grandmother in the Dreaming. Looking around, she saw Jed beside her also blinking, and watched his face transform into a huge smile as he saw Unity.
“Nana Unity!” he cried, running over to give her a big hug. The joy in her eyes as she snuggled him almost brought tears to Rose’s eyes as she walked over more sedately, joining them in a group hug when Jed and Unity refused to relinquish each other. Laughing, they finally separated and turned to the picnic. 
“Ooh, cherry cheesecake!” Jed exclaimed. Rose had shared with Unity that Jello cheesecake from a box had been Jed’s favourite when he was little, and Unity had asked Lucienne for help replicating it in the Dreaming. It seemed to have turned out well, and Jed’s reaction was especially gratifying. Enthusiastically, they all settled down to catch up over an open-air meal. 
“My manuscript is almost ready to go to the editor,” Rose shared excitedly. At least this was one deadline she wasn’t late for! She reached for a fresh strawberry in celebration.
“And how is your application for grad school going, dear?” Unity asked, pouring some lemonade for each of them.
“I’ve applied at three schools–they all have very good reputations for their Creative Writing Master’s.”
“Excellent!”
“Yeah, my buddy Joe wrote this great story about a monster robot praying mantis!” Jed interjected. “He was telling it during soccer practice. I got a goal that day, it was super awesome!”
“Wonderful!” Unity beamed at Jed’s accomplishment, and Rose glowed with how happy and settled he was becoming. As he dug into the cucumber sandwiches and sipped his lemonade, Rose turned to Unity.
“How about you, Unity? How have you been?”
“Oh, my dear! It’s so lovely to visit with Desire again! They made me happy for over a hundred years while I was asleep, and Dream has been so kind as to allow them to continue seeing me now that I am back!”
“I’m so glad for you!” Rose said. “But I thought Dream and Desire didn’t get along very well?”
“Well, no, you know, they didn’t. But I asked for them specially, and Dream was able to allow it, as long as Desire stays with me. Dream’s been visiting too, you know, at my request.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes! I thought he could use a grandmother, you know. He needs taking care of!”
“Hey, look! What’s that?” Jed pointed as a big green bug leapt out of the grass. “Oh, cool, a grasshopper!” He ran over to see if he could catch it, and crowed with joy as he startled a handful more from the grass. Rose leaned back on the blanket, full of joy at watching him regain the simple childhood pleasures he had almost missed out on.
“For example,” Unity continued, watching Jed chase the grasshoppers, “just the other day, Dream was looking kind of down, when he came for tea, and when I asked him about it, he confessed. He was feeling guilty that it bothered him that Hob was leaving his dirty socks on the floor, and he just didn’t know how (or even whether) to talk to him about it. You see? A grandmother is just what he needs.” Rose and Unity chuckled as they sipped their lemonade, but Rose was actually quite glad that Dream was finally willing to ask for and receive wise advice from time to time. 
Suddenly, Jed came running back to them.
“Look, look, what could that be?” He pointed at a couple of dark shadows high in the sky. “Dragons, do you think? Will I get to see the roc today? What if it’s a pterodactyl?” 
Unity squinted at the sky and nodded in excitement rather than agreement. “No, I think it’s something much better than any of that!”
“What?!” Rose laughed, “Better than dragons?”
“Yes, look!” Unity said as the shapes grew closer and larger. “It’s my friends, Lucienne and Gault!”
“Oh, yes, Lucienne is even better than dragons! I remember hearing Gault’s name before,” Rose mused. ”Wait, was she the one…?”
Rose’s words dwindled off as she watched Jed run toward the two women, raven and fairy wings now clear, carrying them closer to the picnic under the tree. Jed doubled back as they passed low over him, and he ran up laughing as they came in gracefully for a landing several feet from Rose and Unity. 
“Rose! Unity!” Lucienne exclaimed. She came forward to hug each of them in turn, followed by Gault who also embraced Unity. 
“I think we’ve met,” Rose said to Gault as they came face to face.
“Yes,” Gault confirmed, turning to include Jed as well. “We have met, though not under the best circumstances.”
“Wait, I remember you!” Jed tilted his head, scrutinizing the dark, glowing fairy before him. “You’re what mom turned into right before the King of Nightmares took her away.”
“Yes.” Gault smiled gently at him. “I never was your mother, I only looked like her for a time. But I did enjoy the time I spent with you, and I’m so proud of how courageous and strong you were in all of your dream adventures. I see you’ve met your real life adventures just as bravely since we were parted.” 
A thoughtful look crossed Jed’s face and he hesitated–looking around at the four beautiful women gazing at him fondly and surrounding him with love–and found his courage once more. “I have a request. Can you be Mom again? Just for a minute, so I can say goodbye to her?”
“Oh, Jed,” Rose said. “You know it won’t be Mom? Are you sure it will help, and not just make it harder for you?”
Unity nodded. “It’s hard to say goodbye to people. Sometimes saying it out loud with someone else there helps. But living in a fantasy will not help you heal.” 
“I know. But she helped me a lot, when I was at that place, and I want to say thank you.” 
As the women all nodded in understanding, Gault transformed into the shape of Miranda. Jed’s smile broke open like the sun coming through clouds, and he threw himself into her arms. They hugged for a long moment, as tears ran down everyone’s cheeks. 
“Thank you. Thank you so much for helping me there,” he said, his face buried in her chest. “Thank you for not leaving me alone.”
“You are welcome. I’m so proud of you for being so brave, and I’m so happy about how well you are doing now.”
Jed stepped back, knuckles swiping away the tears prickling in his eyes. “Goodbye, Mom.” He nodded, and Gault transformed into herself once more. Suddenly he threw himself into her arms once more. Startled, she embraced him back. “I hope we can be friends,” he said this time.
“Of course!” Gault wiped a tear from her cheek as her face also broke into a glorious smile. “I’d love to be your friend, Jed!”
“Oh, excellent!” Unity exclaimed. “Now that we’re all friends, everyone sit down and help me eat this cheesecake!” They laughed, brushing the tears from their faces, and sat around the blanket.
“So, how have you two been doing?” Rose asked as Unity handed out cake.
“You wouldn’t believe,” Lucienne answered with a smile. “The other day, Merv got himself into such a scrape…”
For the rest of that story, read Fireflies and a Missing Person. @carnelianmeluha I described the food (a little bit) just for you, but it's very simple: cherry cheesecake, cucumber sandwiches, strawberries and lemonade. The cheesecake box link is in the endnotes! @thesandwomen this is really early for your October event and it's not a femslash. But. I was thinking of you.
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inactive3x3 · 1 year
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"having a hard day ?"
-> prompt: ayato notices you're having a bad day so he lets you talk about it
-> genre: fluff/comfort
-> warnings: short
-> character: kamisato ayato
-> pronouns: none
"love i'm going to go to a commissioner meeting now, i'll be back later today. would you like me to grab you anything while i am outside?"
he heard mumbling come from behind him, looking over to see you lying face down on the couch as if you were a log, head buried into a pillow. a sigh left his throat, i suppose i can be a few minutes late. then he chuckled at how depressed and sad you looked (not that he found it funny, he just found it humorous how you were face down), "oh love, what's happened to you?"
you groaned into the pillow again, still not moving. ayato walked over and sat next to you on the couch, sitting by where your hips were with most of his legs off the couch.
"darling you need to stop groaning into the pillow so i can comprehend what you're saying."
reluctantly, you rolled over. he held back a small laugh when he saw part of the fabric imprinted in your skin, trying to focus on your eyes. ayato leaned down and pressed a kiss to your fabric-imprinted forehead, smoothing it out with his thumb shortly afterward.
"alright, what happened?"
"a lot of stuff," you sighed, looking at his face – porcelain skin with the most deep and mischievous blue eyes you've ever seen. "i guess it's just been a bad day."
"tell me about it," he said, grabbing your hand gently and holding it in his gloved ones. "it's better to talk about these things than let it fester."
"i could say the same about you."
"we're not talking about me right now, love," he teased.
"i know i know…"
you told him about the chaotic morning and early-afternoon that you had. first, you woke up late and missed your appointment with a designer to get a new outfit ready. on the way back to the estate, you ran into one of the most annoying people you know, which made you very irritated and took up so much time. when you finally got home, you slipped on the porch that thoma freshly mopped. luckily no one was around to witness it, but it was still super embarrassing. after you hustled your way inside, you ended up spilling some of your lotion on your clothes, making you have to change. ever since you changed, you decided to just stay on the couch.
"i see... how are you feeling now?" ayato mindlessly saw the clock and how it had taken over thirty minutes to finish your ranting session. oh well. i don't think it'd really matter anyway. i'll make sure to reschedule the meeting. "do you want to do something fun now?"
"what about your mee-" you cut yourself off after looking at the clock. "oh… i am so sorry ayato… i made you miss your meeting..."
"it's alright," he comforted you. "besides, i can just reschedule it. you always come first. now, what do you want to do to cheer you up?"
"can we go feed the animals?"
he chuckled, "that's all?"
"and maybe get food at komore teahouse," you said cheekily. "only if you have time though. i don't want to make you miss anything else."
"that's alright with me," he said, letting go of your hand and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. "let's get going then."
no matter how hard of a day you've had – whether large or small – and no matter how busy he got, ayato will always be there to help you with your problems. because as he always told you, you're his first and his main priority.
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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year
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resentment
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Pairing: biker! Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 1600 words
Outline: Sam always came around looking for one thing but this time he's gonna find out more than he ever thought he could.
Warnings: hate sex, rough play, swearing, toxicity, spit play, slapping, degradation, use of whore & slut, unprotective penetrative sex, ya know the usual stuff
Author’s Note: This is my entry for Missy's @saiyanprincessswanie 3.5K Challenge! Used the following: biker! au, the prompt, 'do you regret letting us end?' & hate sex. Missy congrats on your growing number of followers, your presence and work in the community are super important and you are such a delightful hard working person! wishing you the best always! Thanks to all you helped brainstorm with him for this fic <3
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"You really wanna play like that?" Sam asks you, his breath hot on your neck his hands cupping your ass under your shorts in the quietness of the about-to-be-closed car wash.
Well, you would have closed up if your ex-boyfriend hadn't shown up, gold chain on his neck and a white shirt hanging so low all of his chest hair, and arms were exposed. He looked absolutely delicious, any girl would fall at his feet at a moment's notice.
But you weren't rolling like that. There was an argument. Your co-worker tried to defend you but you told her you could handle it and for her to check up on you in ten minutes through whispers and glares. She didn't want to see you in tears, you'd end up in tears anyway. Just not the kind she thought.
But then again not everyone was into what you wanted.
Ten minutes is a lot of time for famous local biker Sam Wilson. One of the most coveted men in California. And here he was pushing your body against the wall and his hand playing with the waistband of your shorts. Oh, how well does his hand fit right there?
"You don't want me here, sugar." He mused finally touching your bare skin that reacts to his touch familiarly. "You wish I'd just drop dead." He whistles playfully licking his tongue all over his bottom lip. You really wish you could remember what the original argument was about, but you know that's not important.
"I'm not that mean, Wilson." You roll your eyes and try to surpass the moan that wants so bad to get out as his large fingers discover your cotton panties. If you'd thought he'd be coming over today on all of the days, you might have worn something else...
"You really out here, entertaining other men."
"Didn't we break up?"
"Is this what you call breaking up?"
"You are only good for one thing, baby, focus on it." You snap back ready to talk the game when you need to.
"Oh is that how it is?"
"Yeah. I know why you're here. "
"So yesterday, late night, you didn't come with your little ugly boy to my club trying to provoke me?"
"Sam you have the only club down the coast."
"Excuses... excuses."
"Sam if I wanted to provoke you I'd fuck a dude right on your hood."
Something snapped inside him and Sam manhandles you in a way that has you now facing the wall, your back to him, a tight grip on your neck.
"Say that again." He whispers. "But mean it this time."
Well, it's not like you're going to hesitate at all.
"I would fuck a dude right under your nose. Maybe even on your bed., maybe I'd even send you pictures."
You know he's gonna see red, you want him to. He needs to stop coming down here where you work and act like this. You haven't been his for a while and it's a decision that was all his.
"I think that I am the only one willing to fuck your little tight ass. Look at it. Can barely hold a dick inside her even if she tried. C'mon who would wanna waste their time?"
To say that his degrading behavior didn't hurt your feelings or made you want to please him, even more, wanting to prove yourself to him, your own salvation, would be an understatement. His grip on your neck pressing your one cheek to the wall possessively has you reaching the most submissive state.
"Who could fuck you like that? Who could have your legs shaking with just three fingers inside the goddamn produce aisle? You fucking love your veggies, don't you, baby girl?"
A smack on your ass and this time you wail.
"Answer daddy. C'mon you remember how a girl can speak or is your stupid brain getting too hazy at the prospect of getting dick. Always such a dumb look on your face, eyes wide and bright begging to get filled like the little pathetic whore that you are. Tell me does your daddy know that the pretty little girl he raised has turned into nothing but a cum storage?"
You have to reply, you are fighting the urge to submit to his command and you master your courage. "F-fuck you, Sam! Anyone can fuck me, your big dick ain't that special."
"Oh. How about you repeat that after I shove it inside you."
"Won't change my mind."
"But you want it inside you."
"You want it more, Sammy, don't fool yourself."
"Only as long as you do, princess."
"Erik fucked me so good last night, cum was dripping down my thigh. I don't need your cock to fuck me good."
You think that would break him, that he'd made him rip your panties and fuck you senseless and your coworker would come inside to find you screaming and shaking. But Sam knows when you lie. Or maybe he stalked you a little.
"Erik sounds like he knows how to fuck a slut. Wanna show me how you fucked him? Wanna show him how you bounced on his cock begging that it was mine?"
"N-no!" You protest and try to look back at him even though it's not an easy task.
"He asked me on a date, something you've never done."
There is silence. Sam expected a lot of things but not this. His grip gets loose and finally, you turn around as his fingers slip from your skin, your mouths breathing air across each other.
Then his lips crush yours and you use your hands trying to push him off of you but you are happy he is finally setting himself loose. His hand finds your panties pushing them to the side, just to use his calloused fingers to touch your skin and amuse himself at your wetness.
But you wanna play. He deserves it.
So you slap him on the face as he lets go of the kiss and he is confused for a split second before he is slapping you back and crushing your lips together again. It excites you, your legs wrap around him as your hands wrap around his neck and he is fumbling with his low-cut jeans.
"You are really bad at holding in your excitement. Look at how wet you are, pathetic. You want me to believe a man fucked you last night? Baby your pussy speaks a different story."
"She just like getting fucked, doesn't matter whose cock is filling it."
And his cock is out, standing firm in attention, getting stroked a few times with his hand and his spit over it, the sheer sight always making you feral, and then it's inside you, breaching your velvet walls. He is pushing your body against the wall, the bright lights from the open sign illuminating your body. He is rough, he is precise, he is truly running out of time.
"If that's how it is. Maybe I don't need to look at your ungrateful face." He chuckles before he is slipping out of you and pushes your body to the floor you are scrambling to get steady on your knees as his body shields yours and he pushes his cock inside again. Fitting right where it should be. His hands are over yours, his hips moving against your body almost hatefully, aggressively, and possessively.
He fucked you like an object, his object, his to break, his to mend.
Smacks on your ass become more stingy as your hands can barely hold up as he almost stands up now, fucking your body so viciously. He wanted to break you, to make you admit, what you felt for him, hatred, passion, love, something, you must have felt something for him and he is gonna take it out of you.
When his fingers play with your clit, you cum instantly screaming his name and when he finishes he does so without stopping, just keep going pushing his cum right back inside you until he twisted you around again. Loose shirt hanging off his shoulders, chain dinging over your face, his face covered in sweat, his jeans rolled around his ankles. No boxers ever. Your shirt not moved at all, your shorts and panties pushed to the side, just enough to give him access to your holes.
"Did Erik fuck you like that?" He might seem confident cause he knows you haven't actually done that but you know exactly how to make him cry.
"He took my hand, dressed me up and showed me off to the world. Unlike you."
Now you weren't lying. He was a gentleman and after the club, he left you at home and asked to come to pick you up on Sunday for a little beach trip. Sam was tied to his city. Sam never went anywhere.
"This is my home."
"It's not mine though, Sam. One day I will move away, and I need someone to come with me. I can't be tied like this."
He finally snaps holds your chin up with his large hand and his dark chocolate eyes meet yours.
"Do you regret letting us end?"
The moment would have been oh so romantic if it wasn't for that stupid cocky smirk appearing on his face. Without hesitation you shake your head negatively.
There is no end to this. There can never be.
"Have we really ended?"
"Guess not."
"Guess not."
Maybe if you picked it right at the start you could meet each other half way but for now you had to deal with the screech coming from your friend's mouth.
There is no ending for people who never truly started is there?
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t-nd-rfoot · 1 year
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Javy 'Coyote' Machado + Valentine’s Day Date Night at Home 💗 watching movies, your chocolate and flowers, and home cooked dinner. Cute, sweet and simple! It can be a little chaotically cute if you like as well. Like Javy is late by accident due to god knows what or the flowers get a bit ruined by accident but still super cute or something idk haha.
ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE aka Date-Gone-Wrong-Gone-Right
Leave it to Javy to make the most of a date night mistake.
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Pairing Javy Machado x female!reader
Theme fluff, with like a tiny drop of suggestiveness
Word Count 411
Note I know by definition that a drabble is exactly 100 words, but oh well, I’m still learning how to write short works 🤷‍♀️ and JJ my boo, I hope you enjoy this 🫶
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“I am so, so, so incredibly, unbelievably sorry,” Javy repeated for the millionth time tonight.
You were sitting at the kitchen counter watching Javy throw away the empty pizza box and put away the nice dinnerware he bought just for tonight.
“Javes, it’s totally fine!”
With the frown on Javy’s face, you really shouldn’t have been giggling. But he looked adorable with his little pout, and just the idea of him planning this whole evening made butterflies flutter inside you.
He started scraping off the burnt food into the trash, “I’m a better date than this, I promise.”
“I’m sure you are,” you reassured as you poured two glasses of wine and held out one for him.
He turned around at the sound of your little ahem? to get his attention, and the tension that built up in his broad shoulders immediately released. “Actually,” he said as he accepted the glass, “I’d say this is all your fault.”
“And how exactly is this my fault, Coyote?” His callsign rolled off your tongue so nicely, it made flirting with him feel that much sweeter.
He made his way to you, his empty hand reaching out for you. You stood up as you held it, and he took his place at the bar stool. He placed his and your glasses on the counter and pulled you to stand in between his legs.
“Well, if you didn’t show up here looking abso-fucking-lutely, drop dead gorgeous,” in between words, he kissed the exposed parts of your forearm that rested gently on his shoulders, “then I wouldn’t have gotten so distracted, and our dinner wouldn’t have burnt.” Gone was his pout, now replaced with a smug grin.
Your fingers played with the cropped hair behind his ears. “And I suppose the wifi cutting out and ruining the movie was my fault too?”
“Nah, that was Cupid’s fault, trying to tell me to put all my attention on you tonight.” His hands rested on the small of your back. “I don’t mind that though, gives me more time to do this.”
He pulled you in for a long, sweet kiss.
“Mm,” you moaned as you pulled away the slightest bit, “I’m pretty sure we would’ve had plenty of time to do that even with the Netflix on anyway.”
Both of you laughed as you kissed again. At least this part of the night went right.
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peekaboo-icyou · 10 months
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I am here to deliver another prompt for mafia wilbur
Mafia!Wilbur who has shut everyone out of his life and refuses to let anyone in. That is, until the reader either gets kidnapped by the mafia or is a new recruit and she is just really timid and kinda scared of everyone especially wilbur and he doesn’t know why but he hates the idea of her being scared of him so he tries to open up to her and stuff and they fall in loveeeeee ooohohhh
THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION ❤️❤️❤️
Fear
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Ever since Wilbur hired you as his personal assistant and secretary he’s noticed your strange behavior you listen to everything he says and make sure everything is perfect but he can hear the nervousness in your voice every time you talk to him, he thinks it may be the coldness in his voice or his cold gaze he has almost shut everyone of his life but ever since he first laid eyes on you he’s become a little softer every day he thinks your adorable, the nervous way you act around him, how you look at him, how you call him sir or mr.soot but the only thing he hates is how you look so terrified of him every time you hear him yell or start to look angry or him just speaking in general.
Today his heart shattered when you had seen him kill and torture a whole group of people he felt horrible he didn’t even see you walk into the room all he saw when he looked behind him and there was a terrified girl that looked frozen in fear and was about to cry “hey hey shhh it’s ok” he rushes towards you and bends down and looks into your eyes “they were bad people everything will be okay” he hugs and comforts you as you visibly about to faint I mean you were sweating and shaking, he carefully carries you upstairs and sits you on the couch “there you go, love” he holds your hands and helps you breathe “breathe with me love, in…out….in….out” after you calm down he decides that maybe now would be a good time to ask why you are so terrified of everyone “so love can I ask you a question?” You look at him still scared and nod “why are you so scared of everyone I mean you don’t do anything wrong so why would you be scared?” You look at him “b-but what if I do actually do something wrong and mess up I-I don’t know what you or anyone else is capable of a-an-and” you start crying “hey hey love it’s alright I understand what you mean but no one will hurt you unless you were a threat and trust me you don’t look like a threat” you sniffle “really?” He smiles softly “really, in fact your the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen a-and I’ve had like a school boy crush on you ever since you walked into my office and I was actually planning to ask you out tomorrow” (he actually wasn’t he could never he’s to scared of rejection) now your face is super red “whys your face so red” he looks at you confused “y-you just confessed” he turns into a tomato “I-I did?” You nod “I-uh just forget that umm it’s getting late you can stay the night if you would like” you nod
and ever since then you both have been together almost everyday doing stuff besides work, such as going to fancy restaurants or the movies or cute little picnics, hes been very cautious about being in public with you so he has tons of security that are secretly hidden around so they don’t interrupt your private time and after a few months you move in with him because he’s worried something will happen to you.
“Oh darling I’m so glad you decided to move in with me” he hugs you tight “I did?” He smiles “remember the other night when you were a little tipsy I asked you if you loved me enough to move in with me and you said yes” you giggle “that doesn’t count” “well to late the movers are already bringing your stuff” he kisses you and puts his hands on your hips “oh I love you so much baby…” you giggle “I love you too” he puts his head in you neck and whispers in your ear “I can’t wait to marry you and fill you with my kids” you gasp and playfully punch him and push him away “WIL!” He chuckles “I’m just joking darling well half joking” he spins you around “so how many?” After a few months of you living together he finally proposed, youd been dating for a year and a half then. It was a romantic night, a full moon, and a picnic in a flower field. TBC
I ran out of space I’ll try to make part 2 as fast as I can lol
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jadore-andor · 2 years
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The Hollow House
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PAIRING: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader
SUMMARY: It was supposed to be a romantic getaway. No phones, no distractions, no Spider-Man... until it all went to hell. Written for @liz-allyn's 900 follower fic prompt celebration! Thank you so much for the tag and I hope I nailed this creepy thing lol
WORDS: About 2070
RATING: Teen.
WARNINGS: Some swearing, mild violence, nothing too crazy.
BRIEF A/N: I am coming in just over the wire with this one. I may come back and make the post prettier later. For now, this is as neat as I could get it. Thanks to @acrossthesestars for taking a super urgent last minute look at this for me! <3
“Oh my god, Peter!” Your fingers curled around the key tucked into your palm, excitement threatening to bubble over inside you. “No way!”
You couldn’t believe it; Peter had come home and presented you with the key, telling you all about the romantic getaway he had planned for the two of you. His boss had offered him use of his river house and the two of you were going to spend an entire weekend in absolute solitude. No phones, no tv, no Spider-Man. 
Peter took your face in his hands, delicately sliding his thumb over your cheek, and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. 
“I know things have been crazy lately, Bug. I think some time away will be good for us,” he said. 
You nodded in agreement. 
You wouldn’t say that you and Peter had been fighting so much as bickering over small stuff - like laundry. Because of course Peter had made himself a new suit and of course he had forgotten to separate it and turned all of your white towels a sickly shade of purple. 
He was right. Getting away from it all was going to be good for you both. 
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The drive to the river house was a short one. Just far enough to get away from the bustle of the city, but close enough that you could still see the city skyline as a speck on the horizon. You weren’t so far out that you didn’t still hear the droning of planes flying overhead, circling for their turn to land. 
As you walked inside, you noticed quickly that the place didn’t see much use. A thick layer of dust covered all the surfaces and you had to cough it out of your lungs as you disturbed it with your entry. The particles hung in the air, dancing lazily in the filtered sunlight as you turned to Peter, wrapping your arms around his neck. 
“It’s cool, right? Do you like it?” He glanced at you hopefully, insecurity flashing behind his eyes as you pretended to take in the room around you. 
“Well…” you screwed up your face in mock concentration and Peter jostled you in his arms, telling you to stop being a jerk. “I love it, babe. It’s perfect.” 
“You know, they say this place is haunted,” he said, a devilish grin on his face. You looked at him quizzically and he continued. “Apparently the local legend is that you can hear someone screaming in the middle of the night. Really eerie stuff.”
“Oooh, well I guess it’s a good thing I have a real-life superhero to protect me then.”
You gave him a drawn out dramatic kiss and ran your fingers through his hair, coming up for air with a sigh. 
“Alright,” he said, letting you go and turning you towards your suitcases. “Let’s get these put away so we can explore.” 
As you bent over to pick up your duffel bag, Peter’s hand landed firmly on your ass cheek with a loud crack. Hearing your gasp, he took off quickly toward the bedroom, backpack in hand. 
“Peter Benjamin Parker! You’re gonna pay for that!” You left your bag on the floor and took off behind him, careful not to knock anything over as you tore through the unfamiliar house. 
When you finally reached the bedroom, Peter was standing stock-still, his gaze fixed on the wall above the head of the bed. You followed his gaze, eyes growing wide as you took in the scene in front of you. 
There were five long scratch marks etched into the wood of the wall where a headboard would usually go. It looked as if a very large creature had taken a giant swipe at the wall in a fit of rage. You started to move closer when Peter’s hand flew to your wrist, holding you back. 
“Peter what-“ you turned to face him, finding him in the same position, eyes glued to the marks in an unwavering stare. “I’m sure it’s fine! I bet they removed the headboard and got a few scratches in the wall. That’s all.”
You placed a hand on his shoulder to turn him toward you, his eyes lingering on the wall before finding yours. 
“Peter, really. We’re fine. We’re far away from the city and all of the bad guys we left behind. Let’s just enjoy it. Please?” 
He brought a hand up to his neck, rubbing at it in agitation. Taking a deep breath in, he released it with a sigh and nodded, sliding his thumb along your wrist where it still rested in his grasp. 
“Okay,” he said. “Yeah you’re right. I guess it’s harder to turn off the paranoia than I thought.”
He kissed you quickly and turned to his backpack, methodically checking all of the pockets as a way to distract himself. You thought you noticed a flash of blue and red, but decided not to mention it. If having his suit with him brought Peter comfort, you weren’t going to deny him that. 
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After a quick run to the store for groceries, and a small squabble over linguini vs angel hair, the two of you began pulling old pots and pans from the cabinets to make dinner. There was an old weather radio sitting on the counter that sprung to life after Peter spent a few minutes working the knobs. You hummed along quietly, stirring the sauce and tossing a few noodles against the cabinet to ensure they were done. When you were satisfied with your results, you turned off the burners and moved to start plating. 
Dream a Little Dream of Me began to drift through the tiny speakers of the radio and Peter jumped up from where he was sitting, grabbing your waist and spinning you toward him. As he took you in his arms, he began to sway you back and forth in time with the music. You giggled, pushing against him shyly. 
“Peter, the food-” he shushed you, pulling you close to his chest. 
“It’ll still be there in a minute. Dance with me.”
You tucked your head into his neck, closing your eyes, breathing in his scent as you relaxed into him. His hand gently stroked your back as you moved through the tiny kitchen and you began to think about how grateful you were to be there with him. You’d had a rough couple of months and a little R&R was something you’d been denying yourself for so long. In that moment, it felt as if nothing could ruin it. 
The song began to die down and Peter had just started to pull away when you heard a loud crash come from what you assumed was the basement. Your heart hanmered in your throat, and you felt Peter immediately tense in your arms, his body suddenly as still as it had been in the bedroom. This time, you were close enough to notice the goosebumps on his skin. Slowly, he took a step towards the basement door. 
“Peter, no… please. It’s probably just a raccoon.” You tried to tug him back by the arm, but your strength was no match for his as he continued toward the door. He wiggled the door knob, cursing under his breath when he found it was locked. 
“Who locks a basement door?” He sounded agitated, on edge. You could tell by the look in his eye that he was coming up with the worst possible scenarios in his head. 
“Probably your boss who didn’t want us snooping through his stuff,” you answered, trying your best to sound nonchalant. You tugged on his arm one more time in an attempt to move him back towards the dining room. This time he relented. 
The two of you ate in moderate silence, Peter still on high alert and you growing mildly annoyed that he couldn’t just let it go. After his eyes darted over every corner of the room for what felt like the fiftieth time, you sat your fork down in exasperation. 
“Peter, seriously. We’re fine,” you griped. “This house is borderline abandoned so I’m sure the basement is full of wild animals just looking for a warm place to sleep. It’s probably nothing.”
He considered you for a moment, his hand moving as if he was going to rub at his neck, but running it through his hair at the last second. Chewing on the corner of his lip, he nodded, turning his attention back to his plate as he scooped at a stray piece of angel hair with his fork. 
“You forgot about the claw marks…” he muttered under his breath, tossing you a mischievous look from under his lashes. 
You grabbed your napkin, primed to ball it up and toss it at his head when a blood curdling scream echoed from somewhere beneath you. Peter leapt to his feet and there was a moment of silence as you both froze, unsure of what to do next. 
“What was tha-”
“Stay here!” He cut you off, jabbing a finger in your direction. 
Not listening, you followed him as he bolted from the room, back into the kitchen and towards the basement door. He grabbed the handle again, wiggling it roughly and slamming his shoulder against the wood to no avail. He tried this a few more times before turning back to the kitchen, his eyes dancing wildly over the countertops in search of something to help him get through the door. 
“Peter, what are you going to do?” Your hands were braced against the countertop, holding you upright. There was a dangerous mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through your body, making your knees feel as if they would give out at any given second. 
“Hand me that butter knife,” he said, gesturing towards the table. You grabbed it, passing it to him with shaky hands.
He began to wedge it between the lock and the door frame, trying to force open the latch. Another crash, followed by a strangled scream. A chill danced along your spine when you realized you couldn’t quite make out if the scream was human or something else.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” you said. “We don’t know what’s down there.”
Peter turned to you then, an incredulous look on his face. 
“Are you serious right now? I’m Spider-Man. I’ve probably saved the city from like 900 different monsters.” He waved his hand around for dramatic effect then turned back to the door. “Besides… we are not doing anything. You’re going to stay right here while I check it out.” 
You crossed your arms, huffing at him as you sat on one of the nearby bar stools. You watched as he continued to throw his body against the door, praying that he wouldn't actually be successful. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something was telling you to just throw your bags in the car and leave, romantic getaway be damned. 
As you were about to suggest just that, the door finally gave way and you jumped up, creeping closer as Peter descended a few tentative steps into the darkness. You reached the frame of the broken door when Peter turned toward you. 
“Do you have your flashlight?” He asked. 
“No,” you weren’t sure why you were whispering. “No phones, remember?” 
He cursed as he turned back to the darkness, every muscle in his body on high alert. A stair creaked beneath your foot as you tiptoed behind him, unwilling to let him deal with this alone. He held a finger to his lips, listening intently for any sign of movement. To your right, you thought you heard the faint sound of ragged breathing, growing closer by the millisecond. 
“Peter,” you croaked, fisting your hand into the back of his shirt. You could hear your pulse in your ears, your entire body trembled as you struggled to stay upright. His arm came up in front of you protectively, eyes still straining to see anything in the darkness. 
Something grabbed hold of your ankle, scaly and cold, claws dug menacingly into your skin. Before you could scream, your feet were jerked out from underneath you, dragging you down the stairs.
Your head must have hit every step on the way down. When you landed at the bottom, you looked up toward the doorway, seeing only Peter’s silhouette flying down the stairs before your world descended into darkness.
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mermaidsirennikita · 4 months
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What are your "she’s all grown up" recommendations?
I feel like you can either do this as "he knew her when she was a child and there is an age gap" or "they knew each other as kids". My post was prompted by my currently reading Stephanie Laurens's A Rogue's Proposal, in which the hero, Demon (no it's not his legal name yes it's what everyone calls him yes it's great) is 31 and knew the heroine, his friend's ward, when she was a little girl but meets her again when she's 20 and is like "well I feel gross for this but that ass tho". I am greatly enjoying his sexual confusion.
Other recs:
--Olivia and the Masked Duke by Grace Callaway. The hero is like 10-12 years older than the heroine and has known her since he rescued her from drowning when she was a child. He really doesn't see her in That Way until she starts coming on to him when she's like... 18 to 20. And he's like "oh NO" about it, because he is in fact her dad's friend.
--Another "dad's friend" one is Joanna Shupe's My Dirty Duke, wherein the heroine is 20 and the hero is like... 43. And her dad's best friend. She again starts coming on to him and he has to realize... she's A Woman Now.
--She Tempts the Duke by Lorraine Heath has a heroine who was the hero's childhood sweetheart; right after they share their first kiss as 12 (her) and 14 (him) he and his brothers have to run away because their uncle is literally trying to murder them. They come back 12 years later and she's on the brink of getting engaged to another man. I remember very distinctly the hero in this ballroom like "hello I am alive" and being obsessed with this freckle on her cleavage lol.
--The Rake's Guide to Seduction by Caroline Linden is a brother's best friend book wherein the hero realizes at the beginning that he sees his best friend's sister in a new way now that she's all grown up; but he's too late and another guy swoops in before he can tell her. Years later, she's widowed and depressed when they meet up again during a house party.
--Ever Yours, Annabelle by Elisa Braden has a heroine who's obsessed with her brother's best friend when she's like... 10-13, and he gets injured in this maiming accident that sends him away from her. They come back into contact again over a decade later and he's shocked by how... grown she is.
--When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath. This is Lovingdon's (28) entire crisis when Grace (19) a family friend asks him to help her find a good husband. He was super in love with his wife and has been a mega rake ever since she and their daughter died. This is also RUM ON LIPS book, which means it Must be read. One of my top Lorraine Heath reads.
--Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas. Kev and Win were childhood friends and super devoted to each other already, but there's something extra special about Win coming back from the Continent after two years with her health restored and trying to find Kev, only for him to think she's a sex worker because she's wearing a cloak and bending her over a table before being like "WIN??????" I love it so much.
--A Rogue by Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean. Love this because Bourne and Penelope were separated for yeeeears and she super obviously had a childish crush on him, and when they're reunited as full adults he's like "she..... actually does it for me a lot...."
--Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale has the hero and heroine reunite when she's 17 (it's a medieval and released in 2003-04 lol) and he's... 27ish I want to say? After he dropped her off with her sister when she was like 5 and he was a very messed up teenager she idolized. He's very quickly Spellbound. TW: nonconsensual first encounter.
--Mercy by Sara Cate I offer as a gender-flipped version in that the heroine, 34, is matched with her best friend's son, 22, on a kink-driven dating app (he's a sub, she's a domme). She really only saw him as a spoiled brat (and he is) but begins to view him in a verrrry different way as they get to actually know each other.
Eyes On Me by Sara Cate--LOL WHOOPS. This one is a stepbrother/stepsister romance with a decent age gap--10ish years I want to say? They didn't live together long, and he accidentally finds her on a camgirl site (he's a major voyeur). He starts watching her cam while also dealing with falling for her in real life.
--It Seemed Liked A Good Idea At The Time by Kylie Scott is a contemporary romcom wherein the heroine (now 25) has been effectively banished from her dad's house ever since he saw her trying to seduce his best friend (15 years her senior) topless right after she turned 18. The friend was very resistant then and is pissed at her for almost ruining a very important personal and professional relationship, but when they reunite for her dad's wedding.... Feelings and lots of tension ensues because she's like. Not a kid anymore!!!!
--Deep by Kylie Scott. The hero really met the heroine when she was a legal adult lol, but there's still a lot of this vibe because he's late twenties/early thirties and one of his best friend's college coed sister-in-law, and everyone has been like "STEP AWAY FROM THE CHILD" since they met... Even though, again! She's not a kid! But basically they have an ill-advised one night stand that becomes significantly more complicated when she turns up pregnant.
--The Arrow by Monica McCarty. Classic ward/guardian romance, medieval, the hero saved the heroine when she was a kid and took her in, and years later returns to find her all grown up.... and very interested in seducing him.
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aceofwhump · 3 months
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Your answer to that summarized all of my thoughts perfectly, Ace! I started planning for what was going to be my first  whumptober this year because I finally had the time and then gave up because it was just too difficult and I ended up lacking the motivation for it in the end.
I think there was the assumption that the vague, abstract ideas would be fun and help and allow people to get creative but they really, really didn't! I don't want to have to spend time wracking my brain for ideas when you're already stretched for time to get everything done as it is. I mean, come on, polaroid, scented candle, playing cards??? What on earth are we supposed to do with that?
On the other hand, When the prompts are too specific it just really limits what you can make and it's not only a case of are there even any examples of that out there but is it something I want to gif? Like okay, if I thought hard enough or did a bit of research, I could maybe think up one or two examples for a prompt but it may not be from a show or actor I even like. Gif making takes a lot of time and energy, so do I want to waste time giffing something I don't even enjoy just to complete the challenge? With a prompt like stabbed there's so much you can do with that. Or even something like oxygen mask, I can think of a tonne of examples. Like give us "sweat(y)" rather than something super specific like "sweat drenched sheets",. because you might as well be giving us "sweat drenched yellow t-shirt with a purple unicycling tabby cat simultaneously juggling and eating a 3 cheese pepperoni pizza on the front." 
And the dialogue prompts are always a struggle, the fact we had 31 of those for whumptober made things so difficult. I mean "I'm not as stupid as you think I am," that's just so specific! If we have to have those there needs to be less of them, or they should just stick to words like "stay" or "breathe" where we can use that as part of a larger dialogue. Making it more specific like "stay with me," "please stay," just makes it harder.
Also, the distinct lack of care and comfort prompts is always so saddening. The comfort is just as important as the hurt itself to me. Give me things like hair stroking, carried, held etc. or hell, just comfort in general as a prompt on it's own.
And as you said, less whumper based prompts! There are other ways for a character to hurt without involving a whumper! Sick, fever, withdrawal, whatever. And I'd like more emotional based prompts too, because I've always preferred that over physical whump anyway!
I get it's going to be difficult to cater to everyone's wants and needs but I'd just love for things to be made a little easier is all.
Yes yes yes!!! Exactly!!! All of that!!! 👏👏👏
Oh my, you have no idea what a relief it is to know I'm not the only with these feelings! That I'm not the only gifmaker having trouble with those kinds of prompts, who wants more comfort and whumper less tropes! Thank you. God I'm glad I'm not alone. They're just so hard to think of examples that it feels like I spend 90% of my prep time finding scenes and then frantically trying to make the actual gifs just before it's time to post. Which is the fun part! The making is the fun part! And this takes away all the fun of it.
I am so seriously beginning to think I need to make a gif making prompt month challenge thing. It seems like a lot of us are on the same page lately and it'd be so nice to have a challenge designed for gifmaking specifically.
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