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whataperfectwasteoftime · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 1 - Pet Play

Pairing: Ezra x f!Reader

Rating: E (explicit smut 18+ only!)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Pet play, dark!Ezra, butt plug tails, cages, implied sexual assault (not by Ezra), implied attempted assault (again, not by Ezra), mentions of injuries, fingering, a bit of anal play, use of the word 'Master'

Summary: You had offered the man a deal: you got his protection, and he would have you, in whatever manner he deemed fit.

A/N: This starts abruptly, as I had just opened up a blank doc and started jotting down ideas and never figured out how to start this. I’m keeping it like this, though, and you can write your complaints on a piece of paper and set it on fire 🥰 It's Kinktober and we're not here for backstory now, are we? THANK YOUUUU to @pedropascalsx for looking this over for me, and to @leslie-lyman and @honestly-shite, my three whore gremlins who have dealt with screenshots of this and ALL of my kinktober prompts to the point where they probably have 90% of the fic in phone screen-sized pieces. I LOVE YOU ALL. Thanks also to @absurdthirst for the amazing Prompt List!!!

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Abandoned on The Green, you had to find a way to survive. Ezra was the key to your continued existence. You weren’t a strong person. You weren’t good with weapons, you didn’t know what vegetation to eat, or how to trap small game. You were smart, but you weren’t exactly resourceful. Someone like you wasn’t going to last long on this feral planet with even wilder inhabitants.

It wasn’t just the atmosphere that could kill you. In fact, the non-breathable air was the least of your worries. The sort of people that make a living on The Green would fight amongst themselves to survive, and you? You’d be easy prey.

You were pretty, too–which made your fate far worse than those who simply couldn’t cut it as a prospector out here. They’d simply be killed for their resources, but you?

You were valuable in other ways.

You may not have been resourceful enough to make a living on your own here, but you were smart enough to understand that hooking your proverbial wagon to someone who could was your best bet of survival.

Enter Ezra.

You'd watched many prospectors come and go, and Ezra was the biggest and meanest of them all. There was nothing he wouldn't do to survive. There was a rumor he'd killed a girl in cold blood, although you couldn't know for sure how accurate that was–stories ran rampant through the tiny civilization of misfits on this planet, each more outlandish than the last.

Rumors aside, Ezra was a formidable character even with only the one arm. It made him even more feral, more quick on the draw. An animal that was caught in a trap became dangerous. An animal that had escaped said trap was dangerous and cunning.

You had offered the man a deal: you got his protection, and he would have you, in whatever manner he deemed fit.

Ezra had raised his eyebrow in amused surprise at your proposition–delivered with a puffed out chest and inclined chin as if to bolster what little height you had.

"That is a mighty brave offer, little one,” he had said. “Some might even call it ill-advised. What makes you so sure that I won't take you, use you, and throw you away just like those you're seeking refuge from?"

"You are not an honorable man," you had said (truthfully), "but I believe you are a practical one. You are accustomed to making deals on The Green."

A slow, dangerous smile had spread across Ezra's face. "You're a crafty little creature, aren't you? A survivor. You might not be a hearty jagosaur, but you have the instincts of a cockroach, or maybe a channel rat. You know how to fit yourself in and amongst the cracks of humanity–furtive and undetectable, and you’ll still be around when the last of us evil men have crumbled into dust. We have an accord, little one,” Ezra had said. “Consider yourself under my protection.”

The first thing you had learned about Ezra was that the man liked to talk.

The second thing you had learned was that he fully intended to cash in on his deal. He took you like a man starved, a man who had not been guaranteed softness in his life and wished to get his fill before his supply ultimately ran dry. You were his well; he drank from you until he was sated. He was surprisingly unselfish in bed, intent on bringing you to orgasm with his mouth and fingers before fucking you roughly from behind. Even when your release had taken quite a long time–you were tense and still more than a little afraid of the man–Ezra had pursued it doggedly until you had no choice but to fall apart for him.

Ezra was not a good man, by any means. He was not a nice man, a gentle man, or a loving man. He was kind, however; and far more good-natured than the rumors would have him appear. His sexual tastes ran both feral and dark–much like the man himself–but he balanced it out with a calm, quiet demeanor in the pod you now shared with him.

Your existence became an odd one. True to his word, Ezra was your fierce protector, keeping you away from prying eyes and grasping hands. In turn, he kept you almost as one would keep a pet. It was done out of an odd sense of affection, you thought; perhaps a way that this eccentric, somewhat antisocial man showed his love, if you could call it that.

Truthfully, after some time, you no longer minded it. You looked to Ezra and his unusual treatment of you as a comfort, of sorts. Affection was affection, and you were not immune to a kind hand and a strong, warm thigh to lay your head on.

The cage was a matter of contention, at first. It had practical applications; you could admit that, especially after a rogue prospector had broken into Ezra's pod while he had stepped out. Ezra had come back to you cowering in the corner, tears streaming down your cheeks, and his spare thrower leveled shakily at a scraggly, stinking man.

Ezra had dispatched the man quickly and without remorse before grabbing your shoulder almost desperately, looking you up and down with a feral look in his dark eyes.

"Did he touch you? Did he touch you?" Ezra had growled, flecks of spittle landing on his chin in his ferocity.

Your trembling hand had come up to touch the burgeoning bruise on your cheekbone without speaking in demonstration.

Ezra had softened, his own shaking fingers coming to touch yours. “My sweet little creature,” he had murmured. “My soft, pretty thing.”

“I’m okay,” you had assured him as he fussed. “Ezra. I’m okay.”

“I allowed harm to come to you,” he had murmured. “Never again, my pet. Never again.”

The cage had appeared shortly after. The bulletproof glass was practical. The impenetrable locks were crucial. The metal bars on the outside… well, those were an aesthetic indulgence on Ezra’s part. He could keep you there–naked, if he had a mind to–and no amount of tampering, nor bullets, throwers, knives, or bombs could net any interloper their prize. You were a kept creature; docile and tame, but yielding to him and only him.

Whenever Ezra left, you would wait for him there. He never left for long–always keen to keep a close eye on you, ensuring that nothing would ever happen to his most prized possession. This morning, he had told you he was going to go to the market to buy some supplies and some groceries for dinner. You always helped make food for the two of you–your two arms doing what his one cannot–and the two of you had fallen into a comfortable routine where you were his extra arms and he was your refuge.

No bad men came today to break into the pod and taunt the pretty, kept creature in its cage–for which you were thankful. You waited patiently for Ezra to return, laying on the soft, plush bed he had placed inside the cage for you, You were naked–as you often were. It was freeing, in a way; there were no body issues here, no insecurities, no imperfections. You simply were. You existed, and you existed for him. There was nothing else outside of that.

The door to the pod opened, and Ezra was there, in his EVA suit. You watched, biting your lip seductively as your keeper shed his clothes until he was only clad in his base layers. He scrubbed his hands clean of the toxins of the Moon, de-contaminated his suit, and sanitized his entire person for good measure before opening the door to your cage. After so long a time, you craved him. Quite a lot had passed between your first time together–when you had been a scared, timid thing. Now, you saw Ezra as comfort. Your hips wiggled back and forth in anticipation as you waited for the door to open.

“Come here, little one,” Ezra crooned. “Let me touch you.”

You crawled forward and joined him on his little cot, automatically laying your head in his lap. His hand stroked your hair, your face, your neck–touching any piece of skin he could reach. Soon, his hand would wander to the rest of your bare form–caressing the soft flesh of your side, the swell of your belly, the curve of your ass. Everything was his.

“My little creature,” Ezra said affectionately. “It was quite a busy day today at the market. A ship of new recruits came in the night before, and they were all fighting amongst themselves for supplies. A terrible brawl broke out over the last little piece of rope, can you believe that?”

You giggled. “Amateurs.”

Ezra hummed in agreement. “Indeed. There are quite a few exotic vendors right now. I saw a cart full of autumn pommerac,” he said. “We could make a nice soup.”

“Can I come tomorrow?” you asked hopefully. “I’d like to see some of the offerings.”

“Perhaps, my lovely pet,” he answered. “If you stay close.”

Stay close meant that you’d probably be put on a leash–for your protection, Ezra always insisted–but you didn’t care, as long as you could see the offerings for sale. The last time you had accompanied him, you had seen some sort of fruit that had been labeled ‘Void Apricots.’ You had laughed joyfully, pointing out the display to Ezra, who had bought six of them just to satisfy your curiosity.

They had been terrible.

Still, you wanted to experience the sights and sounds of the market. You gave Ezra your best ‘hopeful eyes,’ and your keeper smiled indulgently. “Tomorrow we’ll go see it together,” he promised. “If you’re good.”

“I’m always very good,” you protested, pouting slightly.

“Of course,” Ezra insisted, although his tone was one of teasing. His hand started to meander down your side to play with the little tail you were wearing–another one of Ezra’s indulgences. He had seen it in a market stall one day–a little firemetal butt plug with an abysskin tail attachment. Ezra had been partial to it in an instant, purchasing it and taking it back to his pod to play with it–you–immediately.

He gently fingered the silken strands of the tail as he continued to talk to you about the market, tugging lightly on it and making the plug shift ever so slightly inside of you. Your breath caught in a little gasp as the toy moved, and Ezra smiled.

“Little creature,” he said affectionately. “Do you need a little attention, hmm?”

You nodded, arching into his touch. “Yes,” you breathed.

Ezra kept playing with the little plug–rotating it, pulling on it, pushing it just that much deeper. You whimpered and bucked against his hand, wanting more, wanting less, wanting everything he had to give and more.

“One of these days, little creature,” Ezra drawled, “I’m gonna fuck you here. Gonna take out this cute little tail of yours and replace it with my dick, and see how prettily you scream for me.”

“Yes,” you agreed immediately. “Please–I want–”

“Not yet,” Ezra interrupted. “Have to train you to take me first, little pet.” His hand encircled your wrist in demonstration, fingers overlapping generously as he reminded you how much bigger he was in every way. “You’d cry for me,” he said. “You’d mewl and beg and plead and whimper for me. I could hurt you, you know.”

You nodded rapidly. “I know,” you told him. “I–I want it.”

Ezra’s fingers reached underneath the little tail to your weeping cunt. You were always wet for him, you craved him even though he was technically your captor. You wanted him, will never stop wanting him.

“Let me play with this pretty pussy instead,” Ezra murmured. “Let me make it sing for me, little pet.”

“Yes,” you said instantly. “Please.”

Ezra’s thick fingers penetrated your cunt, eliciting a little gasp from your lips. He meandered; he teased. He slid one finger in, wiggled it around, and withdrew to spread your labia, press against your clit, touch the place where the tail met your skin–over and over again, teasing you until you were mewling in his lap, squirming and writhing, trying to push back against Ezra’s hand to no avail.

“Please,” you breathed, barely audible. Your arousal was coating his fingers, dripping onto the bed. Ezra had this way of keeping you in a constant state of arousal; even when he made you cum, you’d want him again moments after.

“You know what I want to hear,” Ezra mumbled,

Your cheeks heated with humiliation. You knew. Oh, you knew. You knew, but it was always a little fight between the two of you, a question of whether you will yield or not–completely pointless, of course, because you always yielded in the end.

Ezra’s finger pressed down hard on your clit, then released. You broke.

“Please, Master–”

Ezra’s deep chuckle vibrated all the way down your spine. “Again,” he instructed.

You pressed your lips together, preventing the words from leaving your mouth.

Slap. Slap!

You yelped as Ezra’s flat palm came down on your pussy–once, then twice, setting the entire area alight with too much sensation. You may have screamed, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that as soon as you could find the words, you were begging for him.

“Master, please, you know I’ve been good, I’m always good for you, I’m a good pet, I–I please you, I–”

Ezra’s thick fingers plunged back into you, fucking in and out in earnest, rewarding you for your good behavior.

“Oh, yes, you do, little creature. I know just how good you are–how good to me, you do more than please me, little pet, you make me happy, you’ve given me more than I’d ever hoped for myself.”

“M-Master–” you breathed, overcome by the uncommon outpouring of feeling. “My name, if you please, pet. Scream it, again and again for me.”

You always were obedient for him. You whispered it, sang it, moaned it, gasped it, screamed it–over and over, until your voice was hoarse and your release was coating his fingers.

Ezra. Ezra, Ezra, Ezra–Ezra! Fuck–Ezra!

When it was all over, when you stopped shaking, stopped crying–Ezra stroked his fingers up and down your spine, shooting spikes of pleasure up and down your body, calming you down and making you soft and pliant.

“What about you?” you asked quietly–but his hard cock was starting to soften at the sight of you resting so serenely in his lap–the carnality replaced by a pleasure of a different, unnamable kind.

“In a moment,” Ezra promised. “I haven’t yet told you everything I’d seen at the market today.”

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olsenmyolsen · 1 year

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The Future

Part 22 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~6.5K

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Liz POV

"Mommy! Mommy! Get up!"

I hear the quiet yells from my daughter Clementine begging for me to wake up before she does what she does every Saturday.

WHAM! She launches herself onto the bed. "Time to get up!" Every Saturday, I regret having this stinker. Just a little bit. I flutter my eyes open to see my little bed headed child staring at me. She has piercing green eyes like me but a ridged nose like her momma. Every time I look at her face, I smile.

I scrunch my nose up to my daughter. "Did you really just wake me up?" I ask as I pull her tiny body into mine. "Did you wake me up at-" I shift my eyes to my child's Avengers watch. It's her favorite thing that she owns, even though most of the characters on it never interacted with Wanda. "9:45! Are you crazy? Is my child crazy?" I ask as I begin to tickle her for waking me. "Yes, I'm crazy! I'm Crazy Clem, Mommy!" Clementine giggles at me.

"Crazy, just like your momma," I say as I relinquish the child from my grasp. Her giggle fit comes to a slow end as the frown on both of our faces returns. I sit up as Clementine brings herself closer to me.

"What do you say I get dressed, and then we can head out for breakfast. Does that sound like a good idea?" Clem nods her head as she lays down into my bed. I can see she's thinking and trying to form the words before she speaks, just like her momma.

"What is it, bug?"

"Is momma really gone?"

It's as if someone is playing a cruel joke on me as I slowly open my eyes and wake up from what started as a dream but deteriorated into a nightmare.

But that didn't feel like either of them. It felt like a vision of the future.

I don't even remember falling asleep.

As I rise from the bed and it's as if all the color from the world became a mix of dark grays again.

I look around the room, but she never came home.

Why would she after what I did?

"Liz?" Y/N asks, more concerned.

"Sorry, I'm catching up on a lot. The HBO show. Some WandaVision stuff. My team is asking me to do Hot Ones next month. Sorry. Let me do this stuff, and then I'm all yours!"

At least, that's how it started.

But now my team is reaching out with a whole bunch of shit about Y/N.

She's been doxed.

Someone put most, if not all, of her information on the internet.

Videos of her at work.

Pictures of her and I are tagged in almost everything.

"Is there anything I can help with?" I hear her ask, unaware of what I'm looking at.

"Not at the moment. But thank you." I respond in an almost robot-like fashion. I don't know what's happening, but it terrifies me.

I was going to have us go public within the coming months. I reached out to Robbie and his team last night. On Monday, we were going to announce our separation. But now stories are already running about Y/N and I. I'm being called a cheater, and Y/N is being labeled a multitude of things.

Nobody. Wannabe. Slut.

This is what is being pushed on gossip sites, and it's spreading like wildfire. I feel my body start to turn cold as thoughts of what next steps and actions to take start rushing in.

One thought comes to mind, and it breaks my heart.

Before I can even look at Y/N, my phone starts buzzing in my hand. It's Marla.

I answer the phone.

"How bad is it really?" I ask before Marla can fire off a hello.

"It's not looking good."

I let out a frustrated sigh and look out the window.

"However, we can get Robbie and his team to make a statement regarding your relationship."

"Okay. How soon?"

"Within the hour, but there is still the matter of Y/N's safety-"

The matter of her safety... she's unsafe because of me... I still listen to Marla go on to say that whoever doxxed Y/N had to be close to her. But it's clear this was a targeted attack, maybe due to her being in a relationship with a high-profile person. Me. Marla isn't blaming me, but everyone else will. I know it. Marla also mentioned that a legal team represented here in NY has reached out already. How they knew so quick, I'm not sure.

Slowly the phone call starts to become drowned out as one thing keeps running through my mind.

If Y/N and I were never together, this wouldn't be happening.

"Liz?" Y/N calls out to me.

I turn to my Coffee Girl, and I see her eyes are laced with fear. I bite my bottom lip in a last-ditch effort to stop the tears from falling. I don't even realize it, but I end my phone call.

"Lizard, please, what's going on?" I swallow and put my head into my hands. I'm trying not to cry as flashes of my Y/N fly through my mind. Y/N with Rose. Her taking her mom and I around the city. "I'm sorry," I mumble to myself. A flash of Y/N and I over FaceTime. Her making lunch at my apartment. "I'm sorry." Our first date. When I saw her at the park. "I'm sorry."

The coffee shop I should've never entered.

The day I met her.

She was annoyed with my giant apology order, but her eyes looked into me. I was stunned by her beauty. Her galaxy eyes pulling me. Her freckles that made her face glow. Her ridged nose that is imperfectly perfect.

I feel Y/N lean into me. When did she get into the middle seat?

I lift my head to her. She's on the verge of breaking. I gently place my shaky hands into hers.

"Liz?"

My phone interrupts the uneasy air, but it doesn't stop. The phone keeps ringing.

The more it rings, the more I second-guess every decision I've made with Y/N. Was it right? Should I have done more?

I look at Y/N, and the look I'm receiving back grows in worry.

I close my eyes feeling a single tear roll down my cheek.

"I- I'm... we've been outed..."

"Oka-"

"They-"

I stop myself.

I know what I must do, but I don't know if I have the strength to do it.

I didn't do it with Robbie. I ran like a fucking coward. But now? I can't. I couldn't do that to her.

I slowly open my eyes to see Y/N's fucking gorgeous eyes.

"We can't be together."

When the end of the sentence falls from my mouth, I feel my body slow down. I turn my head back towards the window while I pull my hands out from hers.

Oh, God.

No. This can't be right.

I silently let the tears fall from me, and aside from the hum of the car, there is no other noise present. It's like Y/N vanished.

With each block we pass, my anger grows.

The tears falling from my face are slowly morphing into liquid-filled hate.

Why the fuck would someone do this? What do they gain? The first person since Robbie, and this is what happens??

I whip my head around, yelling these thoughts to Y/N. Not at her but to her. I want her to hear my anger. I want her to listen to these reasons. It's not too long before my rambling goes on.

"Stop the car."

What?

I look at Y/N's face. She looks like she's in shock. I turn my head confused.

"Stop the car!" Y/N yells out at Mr. Bronson. I turn to see him gesture to the road ahead of us. Traffic.

I'm mentally kicking myself. I didn't mean to start dumping all of this onto her.

I try to calm the pissed-off nerves in my body. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I turn myself to my Y/N. I calmly place my hands on her cheeks, but to my surprise, Y/N reacts and jumps away at the contact.

What have I done to her?

I watch her close her eyes as she leans herself back against the car door. I want to do everything in my power to hold her close and not let her go.

But I can't do that. I have to lose her...

"STOP THE FUCKING CAR!"

I cover my mouth in shock. The tone and urgency was scary. I glance to Mr. Bronson, who finds a place to pull off. The second the wheels stop, Y/N looks at me and dashes out her car door, slamming it behind her. I follow her as she walks around the car before stopping to hunch over the sidewalk.

"Oh my Goodness," I whisper as I throw myself out of the car running to my puking girlfriend(?)

"Y/N!" Oh my god, are you okay? What's wrong?" I rest my right hand on her back and pull myself closer to her. She wipes her chin and turns her eyes to meet my own.

I don't think she realizes herself becoming off-center as her body begins to fall backwards. I latch onto her and hold her body up.

"Why don't you tell me what's wrong?" I look at her red puffy eyes. They're breaking my heart even more than I already did myself. "Y/N... I-" "You what? You don't want to be with me anymore. I get it. The love was fake. This was a phase. I knew it was too good to be true. The real world came knocking at the front door, and you left out the back. Just like I was afraid of... I should've listened to my stupid thoughts when it came to us. I didn't with Naomi, and look at what happened..."

After saying that, Y/N doesn't stop.

She's wrong. She doesn't know what's she talking about.

Right?

I'm not even listening to her words. Instead, I watch her face crumble and break as the tears don't stop.

The sun has now reached high noon, and a small crowd has gathered around us.

I try multiple times to interject, but to no avail. I dart my eyes at the people around us, and it causes more pain. No one should be watching this moment.

"Y/N, stop!" I finally manage to yell out. "Y/N, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Then how did you mean in it?"

"How about you let me talk, and you'll find out?!"

Fuck.

My tone was all wrong.

I look at Y/N as she stares back at me.

I regret everything now.

I take a step forward, but she turns her body away, causing me to stop. I watch as she wipes her tears away before she runs her hand through her hair.

The crowd that gathered around appears to be bored with how our lives are toppling down that they walk away.

We're only a few feet apart, but it might as well feel like I'm across the world. I start to fidget with my hands; it's subconscious at first, but I stop once I realize, just as Y/N steps forward and pulls me into a hug.

The floodgate holding my remaining emotions collapses as I feel her body press into mine. At that point, I can't stop the tears from flying down my cheek, landing on her shoulders.

I open my mouth several times, but nothing makes sense. I feel Y/N tightly wrap herself around my body. I'm sure to hold me up and for any amount of comfort.

Her lips place gently kisses on my forehead.

Kisses I don't deserve strung along with words I should be saying. Not her.

"I'm sorry."

This causes my breakdown only to escalate.

I keep hold of Y/N, afraid that the moment she's out of my touch is the moment that she'll listen to my words. That's the moment we won't be together. So I hold her. I keep our touch. I keep it like that until I'm returned to the backseat of the car. A water bottle lands in my lap, and then she starts to pull away.

So I grab hold of her and plead for her not to leave.

"Please, I'm sorry, Y/N. Let me explain." Is being said again and again amongst other phrases of apologies. I'm not even looking into her eyes but instead at her right hand that's in my grasp. I'm memorizing all its small details.

It's only when I feel her left hand touch my chin that I look up into her eyes. Her puffy red soft eyes. Eyes that used to be filled with love and admiration.

In a blink, I felt her lips kiss my head one final time and her hand slip from my own.

"No." I weakly say to the air in the car.

My eyes find themselves on Y/N as she walks to the front of the car. Mr. Bronson rolls down the window for her and says, "She'll be safe."

Is he talking about me? I watch Y/N nod at his words before the doors lock around me.

I have to get out. I have to yell to her. Let her know how sorry I am.

As the window rolls up, the impact of this morning comes crashing onto me. This is it. This is the end of her and I.

This is for her, and it kills me.

I look up to see the color drained from her eyes. I don't think she realized it, but she gave me a slight smile, almost of reassurance. I go to call out, but the window closes on me.

In an instant, Mr. Bronson pulls the car away from the last person I loved.

Numb.

That's what I felt the whole ride back to my apartment. That's all I still feel.

I didn't look up once the whole ride. I didn't bother checking my phone anymore, either.

I'm now standing outside my apartment door. I don't know how long I've been standing here, but my legs are starting to hurt. Hell, I don't even remember bringing up all this shit with me. My water, phone, and tote.

Wait.

Fuck.

A tote. Full of Y/N's stuff...

I rest my forehead against my apartment door. I don't think I have any more tears to shed, so instead, I whimper against the cold door. The image of Y/N looking at me in the backseat not leaving my head. Each time I close my eyes, I see her hurting.

I swallow whatever I have left in my mouth and pull myself up and away from the door. I pull my phone out, looking at the million notifications to see that more time has passed than I thought.

A part of me knows I should go inside my apartment, call my team, have them go over everything with me. Get myself cleaned up and never think about Y/N again.

But that's wrong. I was wrong.

What was I thinking?

Opting for a cab instead of my driver was new. The truth is I didn't want to see Mr. Bronson after everything he witnessed this morning. I'm going to have to remind myself to give him a big bonus when the time comes.

Over the course of the ride, I've tried texting and calling Y/N multiple times to no answer. My team has tried reaching out to me as well, but deep down, Rhonda knows I will be out of commission today.

It's almost two now, and after a silent cab ride, I'm in front of Y/N's building. No, I don't expect her to be there when I build up the courage to head up, but I'm still scared.

With Y/N's keys in my hand, I slide the key into the lock and turn it slowly until I hear the door click. I take the key out and push the door open, allowing myself to enter.

I first notice how all the curtains are drawn back, allowing light in. I don't think we left it like that.

I go to call out, but another voice stops me.

"Y/N?"

It's a familiar voice coming from the bedroom. I shut the front door behind me.

"Y/N?"

I hear the voice begin to walk out from the back, and my heart stops when I see who it is.

She's dressed down in a casual fit. Black sweats and a black graphic tee to match. She'd never be caught wearing this out. So my guess is she saw the news and came straight here.

Here, huh?

"Mary-Kate, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, Lizzie? Where's Y/N?" My older sister rebuttals. I ignore the soft tone she just used.

MK takes a step forward. I try to keep my face strong, but she looks at me, and for a second, I see the disappointment on my sister's face. She's connecting the dots.

I turn away from MK and start dumping Y/N's stuff on her small dining room table. I can feel MK's eyes on me as I try to focus.

"Lizzie?"

"What?" I bite back as I feel her presence getting closer to me.

"What happened?"

I let the tote fall from my hand as I close my eyes and turn around. I open them to see MK's face. She was watching me with such intensity. It's the same look she has when I visit her and Ash at The Row. But instead of fabrics and materials to look over, it's me—her little sister.

MK moves forward and wraps her arms wound me. Like me, MK needs physical touch sometimes. It's our love language. So this tiny gesture means more. I'm led to the couch with help from MK before she sits down next to me.

I haven't broken down yet- well, since earlier but MK sees my face. She sees how exhausting it is. She knows I've cried off and on since it happened. So before I open my mouth, MK stops me.

"Are you okay?"

I shake my head no.

"Lizzie, I-"

"We're done."

MK looks at me, slightly confused, so with a clear throat, I give her more.

"It's all my fault."

"Lizzie, what do you mean?"

I turn to my sister, slightly frustrated. With her, but mainly at the guy who thought it was cool enough to do this to Y/N. Through the texts and calls I've been dodging, I saw that the legal team that reached out earlier found out who the guy was and is working with my team and the FBI.

"MK. People know more about her than ever before, and it's all because of me. All because she was dating Elizabeth Olsen. I couldn't protect her. I can't have her be with me."

I start to feel my cheeks burning up.

MK nods along but not knowing what to say. I look into her eyes, which have now become slightly glossed over. "Where is Y/N?"

"I-I don't know..."

MK lets out a frustrated sigh before turning away from me.

"You're gonna need to tell me more."

"I broke up with her-" MK looks a little pissed off at me. "You left her." I furrow my eyebrows. "I didn't leave her. She put me in the car and-" "Why?"

"Why what?" I once again can feel my annoyance working up. There's a certain kind that only siblings can get out of you.

"Why did you break up with her?" I sigh and put my head in my hands before scoffing as I face MK. "Have you not been listening to me? Hell, I'm sure you saw the news! That's why you're here, isn't it? To be here for her?!"

MK shakes her head at me. "All I hear is you making excuses, Lizzie." MK gets up and starts walking to the kitchen. I probably shouldn't, but I get up and follow her, continuing our spat.

"What's my excuse then?" MK closes the fridge she just opened and turns to me.

"Your excuse is that you think you're protecting her, but you're not! What you think breaking up with the person you love is going to make everything easier suddenly and everyone forget? You're smarter than that, Lizzie."

I go to open my mouth, but MK steps closer stopping me as she keeps going.

"So you're using those reasons as an excuse just to get out of a good relationship again."

Everything she says hurts me in ways I haven't thought about in a long time.

"What the fuck do you mean 'again'?" I watch my older sister roll her eyes. "First, Robbie. Now Y/N." She states as she walks past me thinking she's won.

"Pretty convenient you left out Boyd, huh." I spit out as I turn my body to see her stop in the middle of the apartment.

"You're not serious right now." She lifts her left hand with her index finger extended. I step out from the kitchen to get closer to her.

"No, I am. Boyd and I were doing well until Mary-Kate Olsen came along."

"You were too good for Boyd. He cheated on you. All I did was simply deliver the news. I never slept with Boyd, Lizzie. How many times do I have to convince you of that." Her voice goes wary at the end. Shit, I knew this would hit a nerve. But it's too late.

"Isn't that why you're here?"

MK lifts her eyes to meet mine.

"Jesus, Lizzie." MK scoffs. "No. I came here hoping to see a friend. Someone that I actually love and care about instead of pretending to do those things."

"I never pretended!" I yell before MK fires back, "Then where the fuck is she!" MK runs a hand through her hair before walking away towards the window.

She's right. I still have no idea where she is.

"No one's heard from her." I hear MK's broken voice. She turns her eyes to me as she leans against the wall near the window.

"Did you even think about how she feels?"

"I didn't have time." I close my eyes and sigh, hearing how tag sounds, but surprisingly, Mary-Kate doesn't stop me. I open my eyes to see her waiting for me to continue. Her stance has gotten softer, and my sister is coming back.

"I mean.. it all happened so fast. One minute we were having the morning of our lives, and the next, it was like I was being torn apart." MK brings herself off the wall as she pays close attention. "I hadn't looked at my phone all morning except for one time, so we had some time to kill as we were on the way to my place. I start checking messages and emails from my team about some upcoming interviews and projects. But in an instant, it changed. All of this shit started coming out about Y/N. Parts of her phone number, videos, and pics of her from work. Pics of us together."

I move myself to the couch as my mind relives the events of this morning.

"I got a phone call from Marla." MK has now sat down next to me.

"She told me that they could have Robbie and his team put out a statement saying how we haven't been together in over a month but that there was still the matter of Y/N's safety..." I calm my breathing before continuing. "I still listened to Marla go on to say that whoever doxxed Y/N had to be close to her. I now have a legal team working on the case. They know who did it."

MK nods at me. "At a certain point, I couldn't focus on the call. All I could think about was that none of this would have happened if Y/N and I weren't together. My mind was spiraling, but I got snapped out of it when Y/N called my name." I can feel my eyes start to water as I turn to MK, but my mind sees Y/N in the backseat of the car.

"She looked so scared." I feel my body start to give out, so thankfully, my sister is here to put her arms around me.

"I tried to explain it to her, but it happened quickly. We went from the car to the street to us crying together, and then I was in the car by myself as it was pulling away from her." I give my best summary of the situation, knowing she'll fill in the blanks. "I regret it," I mumble.

"Lizzie," MK says as she moves away from me. "I understand that what you think you did was right at the time. But since you couldn't explain it to her, she must've felt so blindsided and hurt. And I know you're hurting too.. but what now? What's your next step?"

I shrug and let my body fall into the couch.

"I knew she wasn't going to be here, but a small part of me hoped," I say without looking at MK. "Me too."

With the awkward air clouding us, MK decided to get some tea going for us while we waited for any news.

By the time MK places our teas on the coffee table, her phone goes off. I lean up on the couch as MK looks at the caller ID.

"Ash." She says as the phone still rings. "Do you want to..?" I shake my head no as MK nods and takes the phone to Y/N's bedroom to answer the call.

I hear a bit of the conversation, and I'm pretty sure I heard MK cry, reminding me that I need to apologize for the awful things I said. But that's for later. Right now, I'm texting Y/N and calling everyone I think could help.

I give the majority of them a shorthand version of today's events and just hope that they can help.

It's after 3 now, and of course, Max doesn't answer me back. No surprise. I texted Chris E hoping he could put some of that Cap charm to good use. I even have Marla try and reach out.

I'm about to scroll through to see what the world thinks of me at the moment when my phone starts ringing. I immediately hit the green button without thinking about who it is.

"Lizzie! Oh my God. Are you two okay?"

I lift my phone to see who I'm talking to: Scarlett🕷️

I open my mouth to say yes, but that's a lie. Instead, I sigh. Scarlett must've heard because before I speak, she does. "Where are you?"

"Y/N's."

"Okay, good. Yeah, going back to your place might not be a good idea. I bet the paparazzi are just waiting. If you two need a place to stay, you know you're always more than welcome-"

"Scarlett." I cut her off. "I ended it with Y/N."

For a second, it felt like Scarlett hung up. There was no noise coming from her end until I heard a very calm Scarlett. "Honey, could you watch Rose for a minute? I'll be right back."

Oh no. I knew what was coming. Scarlett's angered breaths came through the phone before I heard a door close.

"Elizabeth Olsen, what the fuck are you talking about?"

This is just the start.

"What do you mean you ended things? Before or after the news broke?!"

"After bu-"

"LIZZIE!" I pull the phone slightly away from my ear. "You are so lucky I'm pregnant right now!"

"But Scarlett-"

"Where is she?!" My eyes go wide as Scarlett just did her best Bat-Growl. "I- I don't know..."

I hear Scar let out a shaky breath like I've done all day.

"Do you think she's safe?"

"I can only hope.. she is not answering anyone's messages or returning anyone's calls."

"I can try my best, but Lizzie, why?"

"Did you not see my messages?"

"No, I just got back from my spa day. I only saw the news of Y/N's leak. One sec."

I hear Scarlett start shuffling her phone around. I don't know if Scarlett forgot I could hear her, but I hear a lot of tsks and huffs. After what feels like forever, I hear The Black Widow breathe again.

"Oh, Liz..."

"I know. I keep trying, but I get nothing."

"Does she know the real reason-" "I tried. But no."

"Maybe just give her space and-"

"I'm not leaving her, Scar."

Even though I literally did.

"I didn't say that. Just give her some space to try and process it all. It would be best if you had it too. Who knows, maybe she'll figure out your true intentions and meet you halfway. But for now, ease off and focus on the tasks that you have now. Are you seeking legal action?"

Scarlett's right. Man, I'm not too fond of it when she's right.

"Yeah, we had some firm reach the second the news broke. Marla and Rhonda are dealing with it. I also have them try and reach out to Y/N since she'll more than likely have to appear in court, but I don't know..."

Scarlett doesn't immediately pipe up, so I guess she's taking all of it in.

"Lizzie, can I ask you something?"

"Okay," I say with an unsure tone.

"If Y/N was right before you, would you fight for her or let her go?"

"If I'm being honest with you, Scar, I regret telling her we couldn't be together. But at the same time, none of this would've happened if she wasn't with me. I would want to fight for her, but I don't know who that would end up hurting the most.."

I swallow another pool of guilt.

"Damn. Okay. Way not to answer my question, but I understand. Your mind is probably spinning, thinking one thing is better than the next."

I nod to her words. She knows me so well.

I hear Scarlett turn away from the phone. I'm guessing her little spawn is missing her mom.

"Well, as I said, focus on you right now. While I am very upset with you for how it all happened, I know you meant well, Lizzie. I love you. The offer still stands if you need a place to crash."

For the first time in a long line of hours, I smile.

"Thank you, Scarlett. I love you too. Please give my Rosie a big hug for me." Scarlett chuckles at that.

"Oh, and Lizzie. Maybe work on an apology."

"My minds been reeling already thinking of the million things I'd want to say."

"Bye, Lizzie!"

"Bye, Scarlett."

I end the call and drop the phone onto my lap. I close my eyes and let out a large breath I was holding in. I run my hands over my exhausted face and try to listen to Scarlett's words about focusing on the next thing.

"Well-" I jump at the sudden words coming from my sister. "Ash ain't exactly on team Lizzie."

I shut my eyes to her words. "There's no teams."

"I know.. I just.." I open one of my eyes to her and wait.

"Never mind." MK now is standing at the entryway to the living room awkwardly, even though it's neither of our place. I watch my sister's fingers start picking at her own hands.

"Did you quit?" I raise an eyebrow.

MK stops picking now that she knows I noticed.

"Trying to." I lift my body from the couch as we're having a normal conversation for the first time today. "Since when?"

"It'll be a month tomorrow. If I don't break by then." If I was MK, I would've.

I move off of the couch and bring myself to my sister to wrap her into a hug. "I'm proud of you," I say when her ear lines up to me. MK has always struggled with addiction. Ash for a while, too, but MK was the twin that never could stop. It took a toll on her and many relationships, but the fact that she's gone this long without killing her lungs with another puff means more.

But we both know this hug between us isn't just about that.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too."

We end up squeezing each other for longer, and by the time we're done, I see that both our eyes have become a little glossy.

"Lizzie, I don't want to worsen your day, but you smell. You need a shower bad."

I laugh as I wipe my eyes free from emotions.

"How about you hop into the shower, and I can order us something? We both need food in our stomachs."

MKs, right I haven't eaten since this morning, and it's now late afternoon. I wonder if Y/N's eaten- "Already, what do you want?" MK pulls me from my depressing thoughts as she holds out numerous take-out menus.

I skim over the options before I land on an Italian place. "You would," MK says as she pulls her phone out to dial them. "Usual?" She looks back at me as I nod.

While Mary-Kate orders, I head into the bedroom and start grabbing a comfortable pair of clothes to wear post-shower. I smile to myself when I find Y/N's Elizabeth Olsen collage shirt on the floor. I think about it before deciding that this will be my fit for tonight.

Before my body pulls me to the bathroom to shower, I quickly stop at Y/N's desk. On top, I see her journals. I grab the 2019 one that she let me read the day I met her mom. The first day we said 'I love you' in person. I flip through the pages before finding the same song that caught my eye previously.

All Eyes On Me

Are you feeling nervous?

It's just begun Don't overthink this Look in my eye

Come on in, the water's fine

We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody, We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows

Get your fuckin' hands up

All eyes on me, all eyes on me

Y/N mentioned how this one is still a work in progress. Years long by now. I told her it could be updated, but I doubt that's happening anytime soon.

I flip through some more. With each word I read, I get sad at the thought of Y/N writing this based on what's happening in her life, but at the same time, it's like she's telling us that it's okay. That we can laugh. Strange, I know.

After wasting who knows how long, I finally managed to move my feet to the shower.

"Thank you once again for getting dinner," I say as I swallow my last bit of pasta. "It's no worries." MK shrugs it off.

Once we're both satisfied enough, I bring our dishes to the kitchen and start to get to work while MK checks her phone, hoping to see anything new. With a simple shake of the head, I know my answer. I'm not shocked, but it sucks. I ask her to check my phone, and I haven't received anything from Y/N either. I get messages from just about everyone else on the planet telling me they reach out to Y/N but have come up empty-handed.

As I finish up the dishes, I watch MK go into Y/N's room and come back with two jackets. Wait..

"Going somewhere?" I ask, drying the final glass.

"We are." I dry my hands and join MK in the living room.

"Where?" MK slips on her coat and just looks at me. "Remember your freshman year at NYU?" I smile as I think back. "Yeah."

"Then let's go," MK says as I follow behind her as we walk out. I made sure to grab Y/N's keys and lock up.

I open the door to the roof as the nighttime early summer air breezes past me.

I make my way toward the middle of the roof and stand there looking out in all directions before finally looking up at the sky.

MK walks up next to me and comforts me. At the same time, I wrap an arm around her to comfort my older sister.

We stand there for a couple of minutes, letting the city speak for us.

"The views are definitely different," I say, earning a soft laugh from MK. "Yeah, it is. But you're not spending a shit load on getting it."

I nod. "True."

I released myself from MK and take a seat on a smaller, higher rooftop before closing my eyes and letting my back lay against the cool rooftop.

When my eyes open, I'm in awe at the small number of stars I can see. A tiny part of me is wondering if Y/N is doing the same.

I wonder how she feels. Is it regret for meeting me? Guilt? Pain? Love?

"What did Scarlett say earlier?"

Of course, she heard.

"Just that I should give her some space and work up an apology."

"Do you disagree?" I shake my head no. "But I want to let her know what I really mean and want."

"In time, Lizzie."

We sit in silence for what feels like an hour but honestly was probably fifteen minutes.

"Ready?" I tilt my head to see MK standing to my left, ready to go.

I lightly nod and join MK near the roof access door.

I'd love to say that because of how exhausted I am, my mind would be the same, but it's still replaying the day's events and making me feel worse with each hour that passes.

I'm reasonably certain MK was about to ask to stay the night, but after a movie that neither of us paid attention to, she decided against it.

MK and I told each other that the second we heard anything from Y/N, we would let the other person know; however, I have a sneaky suspicion that MK already heard back.

And that hurts.

I begin locking up Y/N's place. Windows. Check. Doors Check. Making sure the oven is off even though I didn't touch it. Check.

With my mind still not shutting off, I choose to find something to occupy my time. I debate whether to text Y/N about a dozen times but untimely choose against it. So without realizing it, I once again find myself in front of Y/N's desk. However, I don't have the 2019 journal in my hand. I found an empty one.

I have no one else on my mind except the last person I loved. So I decided to do what she's done many times over. I begin writing. Lyrics? Letter? A poem or a note, I don't know.

I hope she's safe. I hope she comes back.

I want to see her, even if it's one last time.

Part 23

A/N

So here's what was going on with Liz!

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vergina-spva · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Aww thank you! ❤ I chose 5 fics with different main ships, because I think they all deserve love (and also they really are some of my favorite fics - I've written for more ships, but not all could make the cut)

Title: The Way to our Heart

Main ship: Heat/Shachi/Wire

Super short summary: canon-compliant soulmate AU where whatever you write or draw on your skin, also appears on the skin of your soulmate, including tattoos.

Rating: Explicit (for smut in the last chapter).

Any side ships: KidLaw, KilGuin, and KidKiller, but they are all minor side ships.

Title: Of Gods and Heroes

Main ship: Izou/Smoker

Super short summary: Mythology AU where Whitebeard and his sons are the gods who rule over the earth, and Smoker is a human hero and leader of his village Logue Town. When tragedy befalls Loge Town, both his, and Izou's live take an unexpected turn.

Rating: M (for violence and character death)

Any side ships: Hina/Smoker, and a hint towards Marco/Ace.

(I just really love this AU and would love to write a Marco/Ace fic in this AU, but I just... don't have any inpiration for a story for them 😂)

Title: Alabastan Nights (sorry not on AO3 yet but I have plans to put it on there. Maybe I can do that this and/or next week 🤔) - EDIT: first chapter is now on AO3!

Main ship: Marco/Ace

Super short summary: Arabian fairy tale like AU. Ace is a lonely thieving streetboy, until he obtains a mysterious lamp and meets some interesting people. Some of them might even be more than interesting. (and not the least bit important: Genie Thatch!)

Rating: T

Any side ships: Tiny hints of Izou/Smoker and Nami/Vivi.

Title: The Stars that Guide Us

Main ship: Shanks/Buggy

Super short summary: After a drunken fight, Shanks learns something about the stars. He'll always remember it. (Canon-compliant - at least the first 2 chapters, last one is in the future)

Rating: T

Any side ships: Nope. It's super a super short 3 chapter fic focused solely on them.

Title: Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Universe (You are all One Piece fans, don't complain about the length of this 😂)

Main ship: Killer/Penguin

Super short summary: (I linked the whole universe because it really all ties in together.) Killer is the son of Kid, and Penguin is the son of Law. Main story is a high-school AU (a get-together, first times, and coming out story), but there are parts that take place before that, and parts that take place when they are adults. Over all, this is just a really light hearted story, not a lot of angst or anything.

Rating: EXPLICIT - be warned for underage sexual scenes in the main story (they are 15 and 16 and horny in that one), and pretty kinky stuff for the adults bits (will get even kinkier in the parts to come 🙈 They are still pretty horny 😂)

Any side ships: Kid/Law is a major side ship in this universe, and even has a few smaller fics in it focused on them.

A few smaller side ships: I guess you could say there's a bit of Killer/Bonney in the beginning (but reluctant 😂), a hint of Bartolomeo/Cavendish and Coby/Helmeppo, and later on there's Perona/Bonney/Hawkins. And also.... nope, not gonna tell you about that one yet 😛 There's also Killer/Penguin adding some to their sexual encounters when they are adults, but that's purely sexual, not romantic.

This last universe is still ongoing, but there is enough for you to read already! (and within the universe most fics have been finished)

#my ffs #ask #cal-cium-the-nerd #opfanfic #one piece #fic rec #sorry this got a little long!#but thanks so much for the message!#I spend over an hour on this post 🙈 oops

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wandringaesthetic · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

The Dark Blade - this is a fic about my headcanons regarding FFIV Dark Knights and is a little window into Kain and Cecil's youths. It also serves as a preview for my larger FFIV fic novelization

Servant and Served - this is IMO the best writing I've done in a fic. I set out to do something. I did it well IMO, and I made up some cool stuff to flesh out the universe and used some cool turns of phrase on the way. Unfortunately, it's for a tiny fandom (Jupiter Ascending) and not even the most popular characters or pairing in that fandom

Reassurance - Trephacard OT3, aftermath of trauma, blood-drinking. It's sweet, I swear. This is my most kudos'd fic and while that's mostly because of timing (I dashed it off directly after Castlevania season 3 in a fit of high spirits), it's pretty good and serves as opening for a longer piece that is these 3 idiots having feelings in a castle. I would have to turn it into my own personal rewrite of season 4 if I continued it, but idk maybe I will one day

Four Things That Didn't Happen on the Day of Guts' Departure (and one that did) : this is an exploration of imo every possible outcome of Guts' and Griffith's duel on the hill, a moment which fascinates me because IMO it's the last time Griffith had a real choice in what happens. One is self-indulgent, one is bittersweet, and in the others I murder them. Berserk is, as always, its own content warning.

Sing the Azures : I wrote this for an Animorphs big bang and it has the slightly depressing honor of being the longest piece I've ever finished. It is an AU regarding The Ellimist/Toomin, so it is WAY OUT IN THE WEEDS of Animorphs fandom, which is already a bit in the weeds. If you haven't read Animorphs and want to read this, you could just read The Ellimist Chronicles and get it 100%. Or not read anything and get it 90%. Also, the title is baller and from a beautiful passage from the book.

#my fic #personal

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peter and morgan

masterlist here

Spider Surprise by LittleMissAgrafina for Nicolemoon8

"How big is it this time?"

Morgan blinked at him, face grave as she lifted her arms and spread them out as wide as she could. "The biggest one, Daddy."

Tony sighed and nodded, suppressing a shudder. Man, he hated spiders. "Okay. Let's get this over with."

He stepped forward, pushing the door to the treehouse open as he did. Just as he ducked inside, he caught movement out the corner of his eye and turned towards it. And there, leaning against the wall with a smirk, was Peter.

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Peter gets home early from college and decides to surprise his family with the help of Morgan.

Comfortember 23. Hiding + 28. Treehouse

The Kingdom Come, The Rise, The Fall by BlueCherryCoke

There were photos of everything: photos of her, the avengers, landscapes, and her family. To his surprise, his eyes were drawn to a photo he recognised.

‘Morgs, why do you have a photo of me on your wall?’ he questioned, turning around to look at her.

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Morgan meets Peter and answers an important question.

Honorary Brother by Jen27ny for imgoingtocrash

“May!” Peter’s scream drowns out the loud bang from the apartment door. In equal parts surprise and shock, May jumps from the couch, the coffee in the mug spilling on her favorite (white) blanket. “I need you to teach me about babies!”

For a second, they just stare at each other.

“Peter, I know we never really talked much about… that, but considering what kind of school you’re going to, I thought that at least your Biology teacher would-”

“Nope! Not talking about that!” Peter screams just as loud as before, but now it’s out of horror and not excitement. “I’m talking about how to care for them, not how to-” He can’t even get the sentence out, not when this is indirectly about Tony and Pepper, because going anywhere near that topic with them makes him wanna vomit over May’s (already stained, so maybe it wouldn’t be that big of a deal) favorite blanket.

~*~*~

With baby Morgan finally born, Peter is ready to be the best pseudo-brother he can be. No one else is ready, though.

Honorary Stark by imgoingtocrash

“You have to be more careful at least until Baby Stark is born,” Pepper says, placing his hand on her stomach. “She hears your voice and starts kicking away.”Peter lets out a breathy “Aw,” at that, feeling the tiny kicks of the baby against his hand. Tony and Pepper look at him, pleased. Aunt May looks like she might cry a little, from the moment and a little bit from sleep deprivation.“Pepper Potts, expert guilt-tripper since, well, forever.”“Shhh, Mister Stark, you’re ruining the moment.”As Tony and Pepper prepare to be parents, Peter realizes how happily close he is to the Stark family in a myriad of domestic ways.

Stop, Look, Listen. by for_the_night

The problem with children is sometimes they don't think before they jump- or run - for that matter. One moment Morgan was running to her father after another great day at school, the next Peter had her in his arms, fear stricken, as the car made impact.

whose daughter are you? whose fortunate son? by ohbutmydarling

"My daddy loved you three thousand."

Dad Handbook by baloobird for imgoingtocrash

Tony walks in on Peter comforting Morgan after she had a nightmare and he never expected just how soft he gets.

Love you 3000! by AimAim94

Pepper asks Morgan Stark why she loves Peter Parker.

Adorable sibling Fluff.

Yes, I threw in some Iron Dad fluff too. Don't worry. 😉

*Note: I don't own these characters. They belong to Marvel, Disney and Sony.*

Hero by lady_oneder

Time travel is fickle, and Tony is busting out his dad moves. Peter just wants to take the physics test he studied hard for.

Tony, Morgan, and Peter accidentally travel back and time and meet Howard and Maria Stark

Chapter 4 is an Author's Note.

Life in the land of orange by Charlotte_stars

"Hey, kiddo. Are you alright?"

Morgan slowly regained consciousness, blinking several times as a strange orange light assaulted her senses.

"You with us? Well, it's just me actually. You with me? I don't know your name so I'm just gonna call you kiddo for the moment. Don't try to speak, just let yourself adjust for a minute. Or five minutes. Or ten, it's not like we're going anywhere."

Morgan Stark falls out of a tree. When she wakes she meets a mysterious person who looks strangely like the boy in her Dad's photograph.

How Not to Steal a Couch by ephemeralstark

“ Why are we even taking the couch, man?” “This is Tony Stark’s couch, you know it’s gonna be worth millions,” came the reply. “Not if you dent it by dropping it, it’s not.” “Petey?” a small voice came from behind Peter, “why are those men here? Are we moving house?” “What the-” the sofa hit the floor with a clatter that interrupted Mr. Stark’s snoring from the floor above. - Two men get the bright idea to try and rob Tony Stark, not realising that the entire family is still inside the house.

Spider-Man: Finding Home by Yeeter_Parker

It was over, Beck had won. He killed everyone Peter loved. But this isn't the end. It's only the beginning. What little heart Beck had left decided to send Peter to a different universe instead of killing him. A universe where everyone was alive, except Peter didn't exist in this universe. Peter needs to stop Beck. Peter also vows to not get close to Tony, or Ned, and MJ. Until one day he meets a girl named Morgan that strikes familiarity in Peter. But it's probably nothing. Will Peter stop Beck? Will Tony figure out who this Peter is that his daughter talks so much about? Read to find out.

who you are is not where you’ve been (you’re still an innocent) by MellarkandArt

He had never, ever expected to see Skip again, not in this lifetime at least. He’d feared it, sure, had nightmares about it, of course, but the rational part of his mind concluded that it wasn’t a very plausible scenario. Not once, never in a million years would he have expected to find that monster in the Starks’ home.

“Why was Skip here?” Peter mumbled into May’s shoulder.

May stiffened but answered him. “Tony and Pepper were talking about getting a babysitter for Morgan. I told them… how much you liked Skip… I guess Tony tracked him down.”

“I thought that it might be good for you and Morgan both. I apologize if I overstepped…” Tony said.

“Why didn’t you just ask me?” Peter asked, pulling away from his aunt. ”I could have watched Morgan. I wouldn’t mind and I’d never hurt her!”

“Peter,” Pepper inquired softly, sitting in an armchair across from the sofa. “Did Skip hurt you?”

I promise to be always there when you need me by superpineappleenthusiast

brother /ˈbrʌðə/ noun 1. a man or boy in relation to other sons and daughters of his parents.

Morgan knew Daddy wasn’t Petey’s real dad. But Peter was Morgan’s brother, and always would be.

Morgan's Protective Big Brother by Ebone

Morgan gets in a fight in school and Peter is the only one who can get her.

Siblings by apscribbles

Bits of Peter and Morgan’s lives as siblings.

Hospital Days by nblkolt

Peter meets Morgan while visiting a comatose Tony in the hospital. She keeps insisting he is her brother and he doesn't know how to break it to her he is not.

We Hold These Infinities (To Be Self-Evident) by Disishistory

Morgan curses in front of everyone. More importantly, in front of Pepper. Time for Tony to blame Peter.

kidnapping by OnlyForward

morgan stark gets kidnapped and peter accidentally finds her…because the kidnapper comes and begs spiderman to take her back.

Found Family by inkinmyheartandonthepage

A little girl wondering around New York with a robot is not the weirdest thing that Peter had seen as Spider-Man but it’s definitely up there.

trick or treat by ciaconnaa

“Oh my god,” Peter nearly yelps as he grabs the smoothie away from Morgan, despite her protests. “Pepper’s allergic to strawberries? Why didn't you tell me!?”

“She is, but we don't know if I'm allergic because Dad never lets me have one, just in case. So I thought I'd do an experiment to try and find out.” Her eyes are squinted slightly as she carefully taps her lips with her fingers. “Are my lips swollen?”

“Morgan. When Pepper says allergic, how bad-“

“She uses the phrase deadly.”

“Ohmygod.”

the title of a big brother by Livinei

“All this cold-blooded betrayal,” Tony grumbles, and Peter shoots him a gleeful look, “makes me want to get a goddamn drink.”

“But you’re not going to do that,” Pepper says with a content smile, and Tony gives a yielding sigh.

“But I’m not going to do that,” he agrees.

“Oh? No?” Peter repeats, and stares between the two of them questioningly. Tony had long ago gotten past the alcoholism problem, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still drink. Reasonably, of course, but he did.

Except, now that Peter thought about it, he couldn’t quite remember seeing Tony have a drink at all recently.

Tony and Pepper exchange a look that Peter can’t quite read. Then Pepper gives him a small shrug, her smile saying well, go on. Tony clears his throat.

OR a drabble in which Peter finds out that Tony and Pepper are expecting a baby

Plushie Superiority by LittleMissAgrafina for Aixabi

"Come in." Morgan mumbled, her voice muffled.

Peter pushed the door open, taking in the way that Morgan was sprawled face down on her bed with her face squished in her comforter. He ambled across the room and dropped down on the bed next to her, mirroring her position.

They lay in silence, Peter eventually turning his head to side to breathe easier. Comforters weren't exactly one of the most breathable things around.

After a few moments, Peter nudged Morgan. "Wanna tell me what's bothering you?" He asked quietly. "You don't have to, but I want to help if I can."

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Comfortember Day 7. Comfort Item

From Strangers to Siblings by for_the_night

“Your friend will be okay, I can feel it,” the girl said, beaming positively at Peter in the hospital corridor.

“You can?”

“Uh-huh. Daddy said I have the same magic sense as my brother, he can feel things too.”

Peter frowned, feeling a sense of familiarity in the girl’s expressive mannerisms. She reminded him of Tony.

Or: how Peter saves some candy, makes a friend, and gets the shock of his life. (Aka, Peter meets Morgan Stark)

#iron man #irondad and spiderson #irondad fics #irondad #peter parker #peter parker fics #tony stark #tony stark fics #morgan stark #morgan and peter #spider-man #spider-man fics

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land-of-holly · 2 years

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Okay, here are some of my thoughts/predictions in advance of the finale:

(I tried to skim the tag to check if I missed any major questions, but it just made me depressed, so if I forgot anything I apologize)

In no particular order:

All the Vibes point to the Stranger being Gandalf. The writers have already proven they belive that anything before roughly T.A. 2000 is fair game to count as Second Age, so whatever. In my opinion it would be slightly boring but well supported by the narrative. In any case I don't think the full reveal will happen this season; we might learn that he's a wizard but not which one.

I have no earthly clue what is going on with the creepy cult ladies but signs seem to point to them working for Sauron?

There are obviously a lot of hints that Halbrand is Sauron for those who want to see them. I personally think it would be a waste of a perfectly good character arc if the entire persona is revealed to be nothing but lies. A theory I like that I've been seeing bits and pieces of here and there is that when Adar "killed" Sauron, he claimes to have "split him open", so maybe there's like, a piece of Sauron in Halbrand, Voldemort-style.

Honestly I'm still mostly on team "Sauron is already in Eregion fucking things up" because it's the only possible explanation for Gil-galad's utter assholery. I'm holding out hope that "the elves will all be dead by spring and only mithril can save them" is just a deception spread as the first step in Sauron's evil plan.

GALADRIEL IS NOT ATTRACTED TO HALBRAND. Say what you want about his feelings for her but SERIOUSLY THERE IS NOTHING THERE. Oh my god, is this what straight people feel like all the time?? When we're clearly picking up sexual tension between two same gender characters and they just don't fucking see it?? Idek anymore. This will never be "disconfirmed" because there was nothing to confirm in the first place; as far as I'm concerned her mentioning already being married is all that needs be said.

That said, I think if we're LUCKY we'll see a tiny glimpse of Celeborn in episode 8 without really knowing where he is or what he's up to. I really have not a fucking clue what would keep him from rejoining his wife for hundreds to thousands of years, so I guess prisoner of the Enemy? Amnesia maybe?

"Who is Theo's dad?" is something that was clearly teased as a possible reveal when he and Bronwyn were introduced, but at this point I don't think we're getting an answer. I doubt there's a satisfying one out there anyway.

I don't think Disa's gonna do a Princess Ursa and regicide King Durin in order to save her husband's best friend. I mean, I believe she COULD do it, and if she did I would support her, but I'm not quite getting that vibe from her. Murder's like plan K, and they've still got plans D-J to get through first.

Isildur will not be reunited with the rest of the Numenoreans until next season. Sorry, Elendil. He'll hang around Middle-earth for a while, maybe do some surveying for a fortress on the outskirts of Mordor, then meet up with the army when it returns.

I'm actually having a hard time figuring out what the last episode is going to look like, because they seem to be wrapping up a lot of their plotlines already. I would not feel like I was left hanging if we didn't hear more from the Harfoots or the Numenoreans; they already seem poised to set out on their next major story arc. Same with Adar and the Orcs; they got what they wanted, so there's no real plot left in them unless, say, the creepy cult ladies show up and start to stir shit up.

It's entirely possible that we'll see the forging of at least one ring of power in episode 8, maybe from Elrond's little mithril chunk, but whether it's a prototype or one of the Great Rings remains to be seen; probability of Great Ring goes way up if Sauron is already hanging around Eregion.

Oh! The Stranger (and thus the four Harfoots) are going into Greenwood the Great. Maybe we'll meet Oropher? That would be cool.

Okay I think that's all I got. See y'all on the other side!

#rings of power #i may poke around the manifold prediction markets #and see if anyone's got any predictions up #so i may come back to this if i see anything good to weigh in on

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marquisegallery · 2 years

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OKAY so!! I made these as a sort of promo for my Pokemon Design Challenge! Basically just picked some of the prompts I made, and drew some designs for them. :>

Below the cut I’ll just copy-paste the info about these that I already talked about on dA. Please feel free to reblog this if you like these!

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On Sparoxin: So here's the first design, based on the "Pika-clone" trope: Sparoxin, an Electric/Poison Pokemon known for having a venomous bite! Hence the species name of course. And the name itself is just a straightforward combo of spark and toxin. Mainly because I couldn't think of anything better, lol... This was inspired by solenodons, which are a type of small mammal that are related to hedgehogs and shrews, and they do indeed have venom in real life! Though it's not quite like a snake's venom, instead it's more that their saliva acts like a venom. Good enough!

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On Crosadon: This is for the “classic monster” shape challenge, so basically designing a kaiju-esque/Godzilla-esque Pokemon. In this case, my inspiration for this was Biollante in particular, my favorite of the Godzilla monsters!! The name is also a bit more clever than Sparoxin was imo, it's croc + rosa/rose + -don, a suffix used for dinosaurs (like iguanodon!) and some other kaiju-ish Pokemon too (Rhydon and Duraludon come to mind in particular).

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On Noxie: This one! This one is probably one of my top favs of the batch of Fakemon I made. ;u;

The name itself is a combo of noxious + pixie, and I picked "virulent" as the species name because the word can describe a disease or poison that's really harmful, and it can also just mean something or someone that's hostile! That describes Noxie, basically a very dangerous Mew-esque/Mythical Fairy Pokemon that spreads disease and poison for its own amusement.

I even designed it to be a bit of a mirror of Mew! Big arms and tiny legs instead of the other way around, a distinct head shape, and three tails instead of just one. Suffice to say I am super pleased with how Noxie turned out, and now I kinda want to keep it for some non-Pokemon ideas, maybe.

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On the clown Pokemon line: Another piece for my own Pokemon Design challenge, this time for making a Pokemon for an unused type! In this case Fairy and Fighting, which admittedly I'm surprised hasn't been done yet. Watch, with the new Scarlet and Violet coming out soon, there's probably gonna be one in that game, lol These little buddies are based on clowns, obviously! I really would love to see a non-Legendary/non-Ultra Beast clown Pokemon. The Mr. Mime like is close but not quite perfect for me, and Blacephalon is friggin' awesome, but I think I'd like a clown Pokemon that was more readily available for most players. Jestimp is jester + imp, Pierlin is Pierrot + gremlin/goblin, and Harlepunch is harlequin + punch (which can of course mean physical punching, but also a reference to the character Punch from Punch and Judy). I love how I managed the progressing of appearance in this line, turned out so well! Admittedly Jestimp and Harlepunch were based off previous Pokemon designs I had on an old account. So I guess it's kind of cheating to use it again for this, but I hope no one minds. :u

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On the fossil Pokemon: This was for designing new fossil Pokemon! One based on parasaurolophus, and the other based on stegosaurus. The color scheme for this is probably kinda gaudy? But I was inspired by some of those old (and usually inaccurate, lol) dinosaur toys that would have the dinos in a bunch of different wild colors. So we got Paraling (parasaurolophus + duckling) and Parallard (parasaurolophus+ mallard). The reasoning for having their names based on ducks was mostly because of Ducky from the Land Before Time movies, lol. Though the duck influence ended up with me designing them to actually resemble ducks somewhat, at least having bills and webbed hands/feet. So they're kinda semi-aquatic without actually being water types! Also, they sing and used sound-based moves, mostly based on the fact that actual parasaurolophus are believed to make some fantastical sounds! If the games had a Sound type, they'd be that instead of Normal tbh.

And then we have Solsaur (sol + -saur ending from stegosaur), and Luxsaur (lux, Latin word for light, + -saur). This one was an idea I've had for a verrry long time, a stegosaurus Pokemon with the plates on its back acting as solar panels to help power electric attacks! I know there's already Helioptile/Heliolisk as solar-powered Electric Pokemon, but I still really like my idea of the plates being "more obvious" solar panels like this.

#Pokemon #Fakemon #Fan Pokemon #Pokemon Design #Pokemon Design Challenge #Fan Art

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uzumakisavior · 3 months

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🧩 — a little puzzling! for a headcanon about how my muse approaches a challenging obstacle or task, and an example. / sugu !

headcanon and slight character analysis here.

Long explanation incoming. If you want a shorter answer, please scroll to the bottom of the cut :D

Suguru will approach the task through as many different angles he can come up with. He is thorough, but not completely. A few examples was, "The human group is not the party we need to worry about, but the group with sorcerers take higher priority." He tends to take leads while (at least during missions) Satoru is more of the brute strength. He was able to use his curses as security for the star plasma vessel (Riko), so entirely focused on the initial mission at hand, that he failed to consider the safety of the Kuroi. This put the team in a temporary and bind that ended up being, thankfully, more like a detour. They got lucky. That's not to say he doesn't feel remorse for his mistakes.

Another example is when inadvertently calling Utahime weak. He tends to be...I hate to say it like this,...like Gojo's mom. The only one to ground and humble Gojo a little bit (smidgen tiny tiny little bit). He was so focused on Gojo's behavior, he forgot how his words would sound to Utahime. Then later in the series we hear Suguru asking Gojo to be less brash for the sake of his peer and to look less intimidating to the juniors. Suguru values his appearance and comfort to those around him, so is inadvertently calling Utahime a mistake? Or was he aware? I would say a mistake. When he was pointed out by Mei Mei in the manga, he slightly gasped in embarrassment.

Lastly, and talk about power. THAT PARADE He consumed an entire country of curses. (maybe i am exaggerating. I think its two thousand). He still had enough wiggle room for an uzumaki to be thrown at Yuta. He was able to cover a MASSIVE amount of ground. And that's not to mention all the different domain expansions provided by the curses he's consumed. Golly.

But I say all that because Suguru has the habit of being overly ambitious and spread himself thin for the sake of "the greater good, purpose, or emotions he's having". And in some cases, mostly when he's older, rush things. Suguru is well known for his patience, but ironically his ambition and impatience got in the way of properly preparing for Yuta cursed technique. He wanted what he wanted and that be that. Not like it wasn't carefully planned. He needed to isolate Yuta which was a success, but then what? Hand to hand? With the Queen of Curses? But Suguru failed to consider Yuta's full extent of his technique. He didn't wait and see and catalogue Yuta's true extent of his abilities. He didn't fully investigate....he made a major mistake and that's what ended him. He forgot that major factor. Suguru is very detailed oriented and focused on the issues/objectives to the point where he forgets some obvious possibilities. Miscalculations aren't past Suguru, as intelligent as he is. People fail to see how his emotions can get in the way in his later years. And I think this is what separates Kenjaku (INTJ) and Suguru (INFJ).

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TL;DR:

Examples of questions he would ask himself: "What is there objective and why? How passionate and important is it for them to achieve this objective? What motivates them? What is their power scale and what's in their character/reputation? What resources do they have at their disposal? What resources do we/or I have in my disposal? How do we diffuse the situation to make this go smoothly? What are my/their weaknesses and how do lessen/expose them?" For personal goals: He plans backwards and creates milestones. To achieve personal goals he understands consistency is key. What can a cannot control? What is something he can do within the next 5 to 10 minutes to contribute to his goal? Without discomfort (to out it lightly) there is no progress. One must be devoted to what they want to achieve to get anywhere.

#that nose tho #i want to bite it #hi there suguru #delicious #anyways #headcanon #suguru #I am really considering writing Kenjaku #They are both so similar yet so different #save

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thewaywardmoon · 1 year

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Work got really busy for a bit. Now that things are less frantic, here are some more UK trip plans:

Starting from where I left off, I’ll be leaving Edinburgh for London, taking the LNER express from Edinburgh Waverley to Kings Cross. I actually sprung for first class on this part of the trip, largely because I needed to eat on the train, and that was the easiest way to do it. In LNER first class, food and drinks are included in the price of the ticket, and that ended up being more cost effective than ordering food in economy (or trying to grab something after the train arrives).

(LNER first class cabin via Wikimedia Commons. I’m in one of the single seats with tiny table on the left side.)

Once I arrive at Kings Cross, I need to hustle down to Tower Hill to check into my hotel. I’m staying at CitizenM Tower of London for the last third of my trip. CitizenM is sort of a pragmatic choice on my part, as I have what is effectively a membership with them that gives me a discount on the room and a bunch of other little perks (good views, late checkout, free hot drinks, etc.). Also I know what to expect with CitizenM, as their rooms are all fairly similar no matter where you are. They’re uniformly clean and comfortable, the bed is huge, and they have gigantic windows, which are great for sitting in bed and staring out of while you drink your morning coffee.

(A typical CitizenM room as shown on their website.)

The reason I have to rush is because I’m going to an immersive theater show called The Burnt City that evening. The Burnt City is by Punchdrunk, the same company that does Sleep No More, and is an elaborate, pervasive show where you wander through highly detailed interactive sets (going through drawers, reading diaries, crawling through wardrobes like you’re on your way to Narnia, etc.), and come across various performers in the midst of dancing, acting or some other type of storytelling. It’s kind of hard to describe if you’ve never done it, but I loved Sleep No More in New York, and The Burnt City is supposed to be Greek mythology-themed, and inspired by the Trojan war--which is a bit of an obsession of mine--so I had to go.

(A character--the Oracle, I think?--in part of the the Trojan section of The Burnt City.)

I won’t have time to grab dinner, so I’m hoping to gorge myself on the train to tide me over until after the show. After The Burnt City, I go back to CitizenM and pass out before doing it all again the next day.

Okay, well not all of it, but I am going The Burnt City twice. I’m getting ahead of myself, though...

My first full day in London, I’m sleeping in, then starting with the Fashion and Textile Museum, which is just across the river. I’m also grabbing tea at The Ivy near Tower Bridge. I figured, since I was in London, I should go to a formal tea at least once. Also, The Ivy’s tea spread should be large enough to stave off any hunger, since I’m going back to The Burnt City a second time.

(The Ivy at Tower Bridge from Trip Advisor.)

Obviously, being a costumer, the Fashion and Textile Museum is right up my alley. I believe they’re doing an exhibition on pattern design while I’ll be there, which is maybe not that interesting to everyone, but is fascinating to me. Fashion exhibits are some of my favorite things to explore in museums, so I knew I had to stop by the Fashion and Textile Museum while I was in London.

(The Fashion and Textile Museum from their website.)

Once again, this is getting kind of long, so I’ll make another post with plans for my next two days in London.

#london #the burnt city #fashion and textile museum #the ivy #citizenm #travel #fashion #tea #punchdrunk #immersive theater #vampire holiday

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yuujispinkhair · 2 years

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Meet the family

After being very reluctant about it, Megumi finally introduces you to his family, and you spend a chaotic but fun evening with them.

Pairing: Megumi x Reader (female) Genre: Fluff, my attempt at humor Word Count: 4 k Warnings: Some suggestive stuff. All characters are aged up. My blog is 18+, so minors don't interact.

Thank you to @adelheidvonschicksal for the request!

It all starts with an innocent question.

"Can I meet your family too, babe?"

Megumi looks up from the book he's reading, perched on the couch next to you, both huddled under a warm blanket. Your head is resting on his shoulder, fingers tracing invisible patterns on his thigh. It was such a comfortable evening until now. His heartbeat accelerates, but he tries to keep his aloof demeanor.

"Maybe one day. They're all pretty busy."

He knows something is wrong when you pull away from him. An ugly feeling of dread pools in his stomach. Shit, what did he do? Are you upset? His dark blue eyes look at you worriedly.

"Baby? Are you ok?"

You manage a weak smile, but he can see that it's not a genuine one. It looks much too sad for that.

"I just... are you ashamed of me, Megumi? Or am I not important enough to introduce to your family?"

The dread spreads through his body, and now it has an iron grip on his heart.

"No, of course not! You are the most important thing in my life!"

"When why? Anytime I ask about meeting your family, you come up with another excuse."

Megumi's heart clenches painfully. This is the last thing he wanted. He promised himself to always take good care of you and make you feel loved and reassured. Give you all the things he lacked in his own life. And now he failed so completely. He sees the hurt in your eyes, sees the tears that are threatening to spill over. And he is the one who put them there.

He closes his book and lets it drop onto his lap so he can reach out and pull you into his arms. His arms wrap tightly around you, maybe too tight, but he doesn't care at the moment. He just needs to make sure you are pressed to his chest, safe in his embrace. He is bad at words, so this is the best thing he can do, hold you so tightly that you hopefully feel how much he cares about you.

Or maybe there's something else he can do. Something he has to do, even though he wanted to avoid it.

"Do you have time this Friday? I'd like to introduce you to my family.

When Megumi approaches Gojo about it, he is met by a smug grin and a clap on the back before Gojo ruffles his hair in that annoying manner of his.

"Aww, look at that! Megumi-chan is gonna bring his girlfriend home to meet the family! That's so cute!"

"Shut up. I'm just doing this for her because she thought I'm hiding her away. So promise me you won't make a fuss about this. She's too important to me for that!"

It costs him all his remaining dignity to share this with Gojo. But you're worth it. Megumi would do anything for you, anything to make you happy. And if it makes you feel loved that he wants you to meet his family, he will do it.

Gojo laughs that infuriating, loud and mocking laugh of his.

"You're so nervous! That's endearing as fuck!"

But at least he lets go of Megumi and instead leans against his desk with his arms crossed in front of his chest, gaze fixed thoughtfully on a point above Megumi's face.

"Hmmm, we have to make this special. It's not every day that my little boy brings someone home. But don't worry, I got this! I'll take care of everything."

"That's exactly what worries me! And stop calling me little boy. We will just have a normal dinner at a restaurant. Nothing too fancy. Don't pull the "I am rich, and I will spoil you" card!"

"Awww, but where's the fun in that, Megumi-chan? Nah, I'm just teasing you. I'll order a table at that steakhouse you and Yuuji love so much. She likes that kind of food, right?"

Deep down, Megumi can't help but feel a tiny bit touched that Gojo is so supportive and actually remembers which place Megumi likes and is sensitive enough to inquire about your eating habits first.

He gives Gojo a curt nod,

"The steakhouse is a good idea. But I'll book the table myself."

"Of course you will. Always taking care of everything, huh? You're a good boyfriend."

There's something that looks almost like pride in Gojo's gaze when he lifts his blindfold to look at Megumi.

Today is the big day. The day Megumi has been dreading. Today he's going to officially introduce you to his family. Well, his found family. He can't really bring you to the hospital to meet his sister, right? Or ask you to go on a scavenger hunt to find his missing father. On the other hand, the other option, letting you meet Gojo, Itadori, and Kugisaki isn't much better.

He told them several times to refrain from embarrassing him in front of you. But he's not even sure that it registered in their chaotic brains. Itadori and Kugisaki were too busy squealing loudly and taking turns hugging him and doing some stupid dance around him while chanting, "Fushiguro's got a girlfriend!! Fushiguro's got a girlfriend!!"

And Gojo always only does what he wants anyway, so this is a fight Megumi isn't going to win.

He can only hope for the best. But unfortunately, this isn't very reassuring, and once he picks you up and the two of you are on your way downtown, he can't help but feel more nervous with every step he comes closer to the steakhouse.

The only thing that makes him keep on walking instead of running the other way is your warm hand in his and the way you lean against him, the extra swing in your step because you are so happy that he's taking you to see his family for the first time.

"So, just one more time, so I don't make any mistakes: Gojo is like your adoptive dad. And Itadori and Kugisaki are your best friends, like a brother and a sister for you. And Nanami is... something like Itadori's adoptive dad?" "Yeah, that's how you can put it."

He even manages not to cringe at hearing Gojo getting called his adoptive dad. To his surprise, Itadori informed him this morning that Nanami had said he would be there too. Megumi hadn't taken him for someone who would join in on this madness. But he assumes that Itadori had used his puppy dog eyes on him and pouted until the man hadn't been able to say no.

The two of you have reached the restaurant by now, and Megumi stops abruptly and pulls you against him, earning a surprised yelp from you as you stumble against him.

His arms encircle your waist, and he presses his lips onto yours in a fierce kiss, warm lips moving against yours firmly before prying your mouth open with his tongue. He sighs into your mouth when you open up for him and let your tongue meet his in a sweet caress.

This is where he feels safe. When he can show you how much you mean to him with his kisses and his touches. He can't even bring himself to care that you are standing on a busy street. This is a special case! Fuck anyone who stares at the two of you!

He makes sure to kiss you extra deeply, forcing himself to go slow so he can savor it. A deep, tender kiss that lets you know how much he needs you. He hopes it is enough.

When he pulls away again, he looks at you intently, one hand cupping your cheek and caressing it gently.

"I love you, babe."

He has to make sure you know how he feels about you, has to make you understand that no matter what's gonna happen in there, Megumi loves you and wants you in his life, forever, please.

You blink at him, a bit confused by the sudden urgency, but smile at him with that sweet smile that makes his heart almost burst. You peck his lips again, a quick soft kiss, before taking a step back.

"I love you too, Gumi. Shall we go inside? I think they are already waiting for us."

Megumi nods and takes your hand again, trying his best to look collected and in control. It's just a dinner, dammit!

His heart is beating up to his throat. He has a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling. His last mission wasn't as scary as this is. If only he had a normal family!

Megumi takes a deep breath and opens the door with a nervous little half-smile, holding it open for you before following you inside. His breath gets stuck in his throat when his gaze lands on the scene in front of him. His found family is sitting at a table, all dressed as if they are going to prom or a wedding or some other really formal event. Gojo and Itadori are each wearing a suit and even a fucking tie! Itadori is still fumbling around with his, trying to adjust the knot correctly. And Kugisaki is in a party dress. It sparkles. Megumi wants to turn around and hide in his room and never come out again. They have seen the two of you by now, though, and loud hellos erupt from all three of them. Gojo and Itadori are both waving like some three-year-olds. Megumi feels your hand squeezing his as you turn to look at him with a worried expression on your face. "I didn't know this was a formal event, Gumi. Why didn't you tell me? I feel so underdressed." "Because it isn't! I have no idea what they are doing!" He strokes his thumb over the back of your hand soothingly. The last thing he wants is for you to feel nervous or inadequate.

"It's ok, babe, you look perfect. They are the problem, not you." The two of you have arrived at the table now, and Megumi sends a death glare towards his friends and Gojo. Dinner hasn't even started, and they have already managed to make you feel uncomfortable. This evening is going to be a disaster! It takes all his self-control to stay calm and introduce you to the crazy bunch and vice versa. After the chaos of greeting each other with lots of bows and waves and handshakes has died down, he pulls out the chair next to Kugisaki so you can sit down, his blue eyes boring into Kugisaki's, a silent warning to behave. To his enormous relief, she smiles brightly at you,

"Oh my god, (name)! I adore your shirt! Where did you get it?"

Megumi lets out a breath. He was worried that Kugisaki would say something rude or act weird. But this is good! He sits down next to you, which puts him next to Gojo, who sits at the head of the table. So far, he hasn't done anything too outrageous. But Megumi knows that things can go to shit pretty fast.

And as if hearing his thoughts, Gojo clears his throat and sits up straight. His face is suddenly void of any emotion, and Megumi senses that he's about to do something weird. He watches with dread as Gojo pulls down his sunglasses far enough to peek over them, light blue eyes fixing you like a predator fixes his prey.

"So, (name), I have to ask this: what are your intentions with my dear Megumi-chan?"

You gape at him with your mouth hanging open, eyes widening. Megumi wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Maybe now would be a good moment to tell Sukuna that he wants to visit him in his Malevolent Shrine. Maybe he could stay there forever? Anything to escape this madness.

But no, Megumi would never leave you to deal with this on your own. His protectiveness is already triggered to the max.

"Gojo, I swear if you don't stop!"

But Gojo chooses that moment to slap his own knees with his hands and laugh like a maniac.

"Your faces!! Gosh, I wanted to do this for a long time!!"

He looks at you with a cheeky grin,

"Sorry, it was too tempting! But I'm sure your intentions are perfectly fine. I don't have any complaints!"

Itadori has gotten the joke now, too, and is laughing and banging his fist on the table, misjudging his strength and sending the plates jumping up and down with a loud clatter.

Kugisaki adds dryly:

"Honestly, I hope you have some bad intentions because Fushiguro really needs to loosen up a bit. Resolving that sexual frustration will help hopefully."

Megumi's angry reply gets interrupted by a familiar gentle voice,

"My apologies for being late. I had to work overtime, unfortunately."

Nanami! So he really came.

Itadori is patting the chair next to him excitedly,

"Aww, Nanamin!! Come sit beside me!!"

Does he have to act like a three-year-old? An adorable three-year-old, but still. But at least a responsible adult is here now. Megumi looks at the blond sorcerer gratefully. Nanami smiles politely at you and introduces himself, followed by courteous small talk. Megumi relaxes for the first time since he arrived in this restaurant. But he can't help but steal worried glances at you. Do you feel comfortable? Or is this too much? As if you are sensing his nervousness, you turn your head and smile at him. Sweet and affectionate. Your smile is one of the few things that always can calm him down. He feels the corner of his lips lift in a soft half-smile. Your hand lands on his thigh, rubbing it reassuringly. Megumi places his hand on top of yours, interlacing your fingers and caressing his thumb gently over the back of your hand.

He's grateful for those little gestures. Anytime he feels insecure, he craves your touch, feels an almost unbearable urge to hold you, to put his hands and lips all over you, making sure that you are here with him. That you are his. That you won't leave. So this helps him a lot, the intimacy of your touch, holding hands under the table while the chaos erupts around him.

Because the peace doesn't last long. Not even Nanami can save this evening.

To Megumi's utter horror, Gojo slams down a photo album onto the table. With a cat-like smile, he opens it, revealing a page with pictures of seven-year-old Megumi. He's holding a dog plushy in one hand. The other hand is showing the camera his middle finger. Wow. Great, just lovely. Gojo is having the time of his life, laughing loudly, attracting the attention of the other guests as he shoves the photo album toward you.

"Look! Wasn't little Megumi cute?? He was such a ray of sunshine, always threatening me and glaring at the camera. He was a handful, but I think he grew into a wonderful young man!"

He sighs dramatically while touching a hand to his chest, right above his heart. Megumi's fingers twitch with the urge to punch him and show him that he's still a handful. But what is that? Gojo's sunglasses slip down his nose for a moment, and his eyes look suspiciously shiny.

Next to Megumi, you are flipping through the photo album while Itadori is leaning across the table, and both of you are swooning over the pictures of Megumi's childhood. Itadori's joyous laughter carries through the whole restaurant. He's pointing at an idyllic picture of little Megumi sitting in a meadow surrounded by white baby rabbits, and someone (Gojo) had put a bunny-ear headband on Megumi's head. He remembers this all too well. It was right after he accidentally activated Rabbit Escape for the first time because Gojo had been pestering him about taking pictures. "Look at that! Fushiguro was such a cute kid!! But I mean, he's still very cute! And smart and reliable and really nice, you made a good catch!"

Itadori is really hyping him up. Megumi can't stop a small thankful smile from ghosting over his features. He looks to you and what he sees makes a warm feeling spread through his chest. You look at the picture with a dreamy expression on your face, your index finger carefully tracing the bunny ears. But then you seem to feel Megumi's gaze on you because you lift your head and smile at him. You're still looking at him with that loving expression on your pretty face while you answer Itadori:

"That's true. I got very lucky!"

Megumi's heart thumps wildly in his chest. He isn't used to receiving compliments like this. It's something that only started happening since Itadori came into his life and then you. He still doesn't know how to handle the praise, and so he just smiles softly and hopes he is succeeding in fighting the blush that's threatening to spread over his pale cheeks.

He's almost grateful for Kugisaki's loud interjection:

"Yeah, he's grumpy but secretly a sweet guy. You could have done worse. Real pretty eyelashes too! Kinda nerdy, though, but I guess the quiet ones are always the kinky ones, they say, so I hope you have fun with him when the two of you are alone."

"I can hear every word you say. You know that, right?"

"But Fushiguro! We're just complimenting you! Making sure your girlfriend knows that she won the jackpot."

Itadori looks at him with those warm honey-colored puppy dog eyes and that stupid sunshine smile. Megumi simply cannot argue with him. It's impossible. It would feel like stepping on a dog's paw.

And so he stays silent and just keeps holding hands with you under the table, only letting go when your food arrives. Everyone is busy stuffing their mouth full of the delicious meal, so luckily, the conversation pretty much dies down. Until Itadori demands dessert, and Gojo's face lights up.

"Oh, I almost forgot! I have something for you!"

Megumi flinches. This can't be good. He watches Gojo leaning down, apparently grabbing something from under his chair. When he straightens up again, he's holding a heart-shaped box of chocolate and a pink greeting card.

"What the..."

"Utahime was so nice to send you this!"

He opens the card and reads it out loud:

"Dear Megumi, dear (name), congratulations on your first evening with the family. That's a special moment in every relationship, and I hope everything goes to your liking. Hopefully, the white-haired idiot won't ruin it! Yes, I know you are reading this, Satoru! Be nice to them!"

Gojo erupts into another fit of laughter,

"She's so feisty! Me ruining the evening?"

He shoves the box of chocolate in your direction. Megumi is staring at it dumbfounded. What is happening here?

"How? Why?... Why did Utahime send a card and chocolate? How does she even know about this?"

"Oh Megumi, I might have mentioned it once or twice while talking to her."

"You mean you blackmailed her into sending this?"

"Hahaha, why would I even do that? What are you thinking?"

Megumi thinks Gojo has completely lost it. But you are giggling beside him and currently opening the box of chocolate and offering them to Itadori and Kugusaki. Honestly, you sound so amused, so he forces himself to keep his mouth shut and stop complaining.

He cannot relax though, too much is happening. Itadori and Kugisaki are always chatty, but today it's even worse. They are hogging you, each of them fighting for your attention. Kugisaki is telling you about all her favorite stores and make-up brands, already planning a shopping spree with you. And Itadori is scribbling a list of potential karaoke duets he can sing with you onto a napkin. They are so loud and exhausting!

This time it's Megumi who reaches out first and puts a hand onto your knee, caressing it soothingly, letting you know he's here for you. To his surprise, you don't seem to be annoyed by his friends. But maybe you are just too nice to show it. Megumi decides to intervene: "Hey, give her a break."

That makes both of them glare at him and complain hotly, but Megumi ignores them because all that matters is that you are leaning closer and kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear: "It's ok, don't worry. They are nice. And you will have me all to yourself for the rest of the night."

The promise those words contain and the softness of your lips brushing over his earlobe makes his breath quicken. One more reason why he wants this dinner to be over quickly. Because he would absolutely prefer to be tangled up in bed with you right now.

Unfortunately, Gojo watches the two of you closely, and his smirk is far too smug when he says:

"Aww, young love! Isn't it cute when you are so crazy for each other all the time!"

This time Megumi kicks him under the table, cheering inwardly when he realizes Gojo turned off his infinity, and Megumi's shoe connects successfully with Gojo's shin.

An hour later, Megumi feels another level of tension creeping up on him as the restaurant door closes behind him, and it's only him and you again.

The street is busy, flocks of people chatting in groups, or some couples whispering sweet things to each other, some alone with their headphones on, lost in the lyrics of their favorite songs. The neon lights of all the shops and bars light up the night in bright colors. It's chilly now, the cold night air making his breath come out in little puffs. This is Megumi's favorite time to be in the city. It usually manages to calm him down when it's nighttime here, but tonight he can't find any rest. Not when he's so worried about what you think about the meeting with his family. It was a disaster, wasn't it?

Megumi turns to you with a pained expression.

"I'm really sorry, baby. That's why I was so reluctant about you meeting them."

He is sure you're upset. The whole evening was total chaos. His family was weird and embarrassing, and now you probably see Megumi in a totally different light, and you will question your feelings for him and ask yourself whether this relationship is the right thing for you.

He's mentally steeling himself for the moment he'll see the disappointment in your eyes, the moment he will know for sure that he fucked up. Regret is weighing heavily on him. He should have never agreed to this meeting! He doesn't want things to change between the two of you! He can't lose you! You mean the world to him!

His blue-eyed gaze finally meets yours, and he blinks. What he sees in your eyes isn't what he expected. There is no anger or irritation. Instead, your eyes sparkle with joy and amusement, and they are so warm, so full of love. But how? The evening was horrible!

"Gumi, please don't look like you broke your favorite coffee mug. The evening was great!"

"What? But..."

He clears his throat, trying to compose himself again before he makes a complete fool of himself.

"You enjoyed the evening? Really?"

You nod and smile brightly at him while you reach out to take his hand in both of yours. "Yes, I did! Your family is so nice and funny!"

"Nice...and funny."

"Yes...why? Don't you think so?"

And suddenly, Megumi's worry about you being irritated by his family gets replaced by a feeling of guilt. You LIKE them.

And really, why shouldn't you? They are good people, all of them! Maybe they have a different opinion about how the first meeting with his special someone should go, but they put their whole heart into this evening. The formal attire, the food, the stories, the pictures.

It was embarrasing for Megumi. But knowing those three, they really had no bad intentions at all. They were so excited, so happy for him, and wanted to make this evening special and sweet.

For fuck's sake, Gojo had tears in his eyes! He had acted like a true dad tonight. So proud and supportive. So genuinely happy for Megumi that he had found someone who wanted to be by his side and loved him for himself without knowing about his powers or his family connections and money.

And Itadori and Kugisaki? Yes, they hadn't let you breathe, being all over you and simply being too much. But wasn't it heartwarming how eager they had been to get to know you and to include you?

Nanami joining you even in his free time! And that card and the chocolate from Utahime? It was cheesy and stupid, and no sane person did this! But...but they meant well.

Megumi suddenly thinks of the way Itadori flung an arm around him this morning and ruffled his hair, and told him with that big stupid grin that he was so excited to finally meet you! "We'll make sure to make her feel welcome, Fushiguro!"

And now Megumi finally sees clearly, and his frown gives way to a soft, thoughtful expression as a genuinely happy smile finds its way onto his lips.

"No, you're right. My family is very nice. I'm glad you finally got to know them, baby."

His heart feels so full all of a sudden. You're standing here in front of him, holding his hand and looking at him with so much affection. And in there, his found family is probably currently screaming about how amazing you are and how happy they are for Megumi.

He is surrounded by love, isn't he? There are people who care for him, people who are there for him. They won't leave. They won't change their mind about him.

His vision is becoming a bit blurry, and he quickly blinks a few times before his emotions get the best of him. He has other plans for the rest of the night, though. Other ways to show you how pleased he is.

He cups your chin and tilts up your face, leaning so close that he can let his lips brush over the corner of your lips, trail over your cheek, and finally place a gentle kiss right under your ear.

"Let's go home. It was still a stressful evening. You made me so happy, and I think you deserve a reward for enduring all of this craziness. Let me make it up to you, bunny."

He can hear your soft groan upon hearing the pet name, and it makes him smile against your skin. He pulls away, intertwining your hands and gently tugging you against his side. You fall in step beside him, leaning against him.

"It was the perfect evening. You don't have to make up for anything, baby."

"Then I'll make it even more perfect."

"I know you will. You always do. Nobara wasn't wrong about that thing she said about quiet guys."

Your laughter makes some people turn their heads toward you, but Megumi really doesn't mind. He finds himself laughing softly too, and tugging on your hand a bit more because he really wants to be alone with you to show you just how right Kugisaki was.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little, cheesy crack!fic. I had a lot of fun writing it. I think Megumi is really lucky that he has such a sweet family. It would be super nice if you comment and reblog!

@adelheidvonschicksal I hope this turned out the way you had in mind! Thank you again for the request! It was such a cute idea!

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aruuq · 2 years

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Pocky day with Tokrev Characters

characters: akkun, baji, benkei, chifuyu, draken, emma, hakkai, hanma, hina, inupi, izana, kakucho, kazutora, kokonoi, mikey, mitsuya, naoto, ran, rindou, sanzu, senju, shinichiro, shion, smiley, takemichi, wakasa, yuzuha [separately] x gn!reader

genre & style: fluff, shorts

word count: 2.2k

notes: in arizona it’s still 11.11 so it’s still a pocky day! also I don’t have an access to my laptop, so im posting it from my tablet, i hope that everything’s gonna be good

warnings: lots of kisses

“What did you just say?” They ask, tilting their head a bit, not sure if they heard you right due to a heavy rain hitting the roof of a bus stop you are currently using as your shelter from cold water.

“I asked if you want to play a pocky game with me!” You smile sweetly, shaking a box of pocky held by your non-dominant hand.

“A pocky game, huh?” They mutter more to themselves than to you, their pupils analyzing the object in your palm. “How much time do we have before the next bus arrives?”

“Do you plan on hopping into it?”

“If the rain doesn’t stop before it arrives. ‘M tired of waiting,” they sigh, looking around if there’s any shop open with umbrellas for sale. Unfortunately, there’s none in the short range of their sight.

“So it’s a perfect opportunity to kill some time and play a round or two, dontcha think?” You insist, poking their cheek with the carton box.

They bite their bottom lip hard, as they frown in concentration. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to play this game? But what if they miss their only chance to get closer to their house? At least that’s what they think they are concerned about. It’s totally not the fact that they will be exposed to the possibility of touching their lips with yours. Totally. Not. It.

“Fine.” They state, getting closer to you. “But only one round, just so you know.”

You tear the plastic foil off, and quickly put a banana flavored stick between your teeth. Leaning closer to your friend, you smirk. “Don’t chicken out now,” you laugh, seeing a tint of pink on their cheeks.

“I’m not chickening out. Just making sure the bus isn't coming.”

“If you say so.” You roll your eyes. “Now, let’s finally start!”

They carefully start eating the other side of the pocky, their eyes focused on the remaining part, making sure that they’re ready to eventually back off. It seems so intimate, even though it’s only a silly game. They get totally lost in this activity, forgetting about the whole world around them. The only thing that snaps them out of their own little reality is you fastening the pace. But before they have a chance to react, it’s too late, as you take a final bite, locking your lips together. The kiss isn’t long, but it feels as if it lasted an eternity.

“I- You-“

“Your bus is here!” You exclaim, fully unbothered by what has just happened. “Go! Go or it’ll depart without you!”

“I- Sor- I…” They gulp loudly, a pretty shade of red spreading across their cheeks. It’s not what they expected from this game. “I’ll just take a walk.”

“But your bus-“

“Bye bye!”

Chifuyu, TAKEMICHI, Hakkai, Akkun, SHINICHIRO, Hina

„Hey! Wanna play a pocky game?” Your lovely voice asks as the person enters the empty classroom that you were spending the lunch break in. At first, they are slightly bewildered, a little frown formed on their forehead, lips curled into a tiny pout, but a second later their eyes shoot wide open, as they perch right in front of you. “Sure, why not!”

Waving their finger upwards with a twist of it, they smirk confidently, putting some random chair right in front of you. “Just don’t be surprised if you lose.” A quiet laugh escapes your mouth. You are not stressed. After all, there is no outcome that could surprise you. Or so you thought.

You locate a strawberry pocky stick between your teeth and you fidget with it as the person moves their chair closer to you, their knees clumsily bumping into yours. Palms of your companion firmly grasp onto your thighs as their face moves closer towards yours, their lips brushing against the sweet tip, and as they make an eye contact, you gulp, sharp irises soaked with the intensive determination and steadfast rivalry. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea after all? But it was too late to withdraw.

Before you have a chance to react, they bite the pocky off right before your mouth in only one quick bite, their lips slamming into yours a millisecond later, as they steal a precious kiss from you. With a shameless smirk, they wink at your speechless expression, the palpable embarrassment seen in your irises, and go to take their place in the classroom, while eating the sweet treat. With their back to you, they speak with a satisfaction in their tone. “I think that after all, I won.”

SANZU, SENJU, Smiley, KAZUTORA

“I have an idea,” they say, crossing their arms on their chest.

“What?” You mutter, raising your head to look at your friend, a favorite snack in between your teeth as you chew on it visibly bored.

“What if we play a pocky game! We have everything that's needed. Pocky. Me. You. And a very positive approach!” They stick each finger up with each word said, as the grin on their face grows bigger and wider.

“Hmmmm… Okay.” You agree, getting up from the chair you were rocking on. “But before we start, just for your information, I’m a pro at this game, so don’t be surprised if you lose!” You laugh, after you swallow the previous pocky. “Ready?” You lean your back against the wall.

“More than ever before!” They approach you, a rivalisation burning their beautiful irises dark.

“Okay, so let’s…”

“Wait a second. Are we betting on something?” They ask, resting their palm against the wall behind you. “Maybe… The winner gets the rest of the pocky? What do you think about it?”

You shake the box in your hand just to make sure you won’t have much loss if you lose. About half of the package was filled with chocolate sticks. You bite the inside of your cheek in concentration.

“So be it…” You murmur slowly, analyzing their face. “But don’t think you’ll win this so easily!”

“Ay-ay!” They salute with their fingers, waiting for you to place a pocky in-between your teeth. “Can I start?” You nod your head.

You were ready for a quick and intense game. You were ready for their mouth to be quickly consuming their part of the stick, trying to corner you. You were even ready for some dirty plays, like tickling you or blowing on your face. But you weren’t ready for what actually happened.

They grab your chin gently, guiding your face so that you have to look them directly in the eyes, while the other hand steals the pocky from your mouth. With one quick movement, they leave a short peck on your lips, and you feel how they smirk into them. Without moving away, they murmur, hot air tickling your mouth.

“So it was that easy after all…”

WAKASA, BAJI, Rindou, Mitsuya, EMMA, Inupi

“Oh, you have pocky!” The voice of your friend reaches your ears, as they enter the room that you are in. “Gimme some!”

And they reach their hand towards you, so as to grab the sweet treat resting on the table in front of you. “Nah-ah!” You instantly catch the box and shove it from their reach.

“Oh, don’t be so selfish and greedy! Share with the needy!” They whine, crashing on the wooden surface. “I’ll take only one, I promise!” They grin widely, slowly moving their fingers closer towards the pocky.

“Last time you said it’ll be only one you ate my whole package, you asshole.” And you hide it behind your back. They try to give you puppy eyes, but it only makes you give a flip to their forehead. “It won’t work.”

“But-“

“No.”

The person clicks their tongue, and a disappointed pout forms on their mouth. They really had hopes that you would change your mind and share your sweets with them, but a strong expression on your face made them only want to retreat and wait for a better moment to ask again. They know that eventually you would break and give them some. But they want it now, and they are very much committed to getting the pocky from you, so they have to create a better plan.

“Hey…” They start calmly, shiny irises looking directly at you chewing a chocolate stick.

“No, I won’t share with you,” you sigh irritated, checking notifications on your phone, you don’t even deign to glance at your friend.

“But what if I gain it fairly by winning a competition,” they propose, connecting the tips of their fingers.

“What do you mean?” You’re suspicious of their words as you frown, narrowing your eyelids.

“How about we play a round of pocky game, hmm?” A mischievous smirk spreads on their face. “I will be happy, ‘cause I’ll get a pocky, and you’ll be content, ‘cause I will stop bothering you, plus we both will be able to enjoy a bit of rivalisation.”

It’s tempting. Your eyes widen at their proposal, the thought of beating them in the game sounds really satisfying, and the fact that they will leave you alone after this… “Okay.” You answer, and they almost immediately clap with their hands. “But just to be clear, it’s only one game!”

“Sure thing, sure.”

And the competition begins. You simply sit on the chair with the chocolate stick located between your lips, and they lean over you, one hand resting on your shoulder, the other one on the table. They slowly start eating the pocky, their face moving closer towards yours with each bite. Right before their mouth crashes with yours, they stop moving, only for you to break the stick.

“Ha! I wo-“

The person doesn’t let you finish your sentence, ‘cause they smash their lips against yours, kissing you harshly. Your eyes widen, and you stop moving. It’s nothing you thought may happen during this game. When they pull back from you, the remaining part of the chocolate stick is in between their teeth. “No, bestie, I think that I won.”

And they leave you, a blushing mess, sitting bewildered, not knowing how to react. It’s only a few minutes later when you see that along with your friend, the box of pocky has disappeared.

MIKEY, RAN, Shion, Hanma, KOKO

“Hey, listen-”

“No.” The person interrupts you, passing you in the corridor.

“What?” You rebound off the wall, and start following your friend. “I didn’t even have a chance to finish my sentence!” You pout, your raised voice echoing through the empty halls of the building.

“That’s the point.” They sigh, checking if they have everything in their bag. “Crap, ‘forgot my phone…” A quiet murmur leaves their lips, as they turn around, a new destination being the club room. “I don’t have time for your silly antics, Y/N. I have to get home quickly.” They continue speaking to you, as you tiptoe behind them, both of your palms wrapped tightly around a box of matcha pocky.

“They’re not antics,” you whine, bumping your elbow into their forearm. “I just wanted to share my pocky with you…”

“No ulterior motives hidden?” They seem suspicious, as they give you a side-eye.

“Who do you think I am? A liar? Of course not!” One of your hands brushes against a left side of your chest, eyes narrowed, as you speak slowly. You trying to sound as sincere as possible makes it even worse, your words sounding almost theatrically. “I would never-“

“Yeah, yeah, cut it.” They enter the empty room, focused pupils immediately searching for the lost object.

“Mean,” you comment, entering the classroom behind them.

It is no surprise that there are almost no people left in the school. It’s late, the sky’s painted in pretty oranges and pinks as the sun’s setting down, chilly wind rustling leaves as a soft ambient sound filling the space that resounded with people’s voices before.

“Oh, it’s there!” The person exclaims, picking up the phone that was under the table. “Now I can go- what?” They click their tongue, seeing your silhouette, blocking the door.

“Pocky?” You propose, waving the box right in front of their face.

“Will you let me go home if I take one?”

“Hmm…” You tap your chin a few times with your pointing finger. “Maybe. But because you were mean, you need to win a game if you want me to give it to you.”

“I knew it was a trap… What game?”

“A pocky game of course, you silly!” You chirp, bouncing on your feet.

“Of course…” They mutter, sitting on the edge of a desk. “Don’t stay like this and come closer. I don’t have all day,” an irritated grumble leaves their mouth, as they wave a hand at you.

You’re shocked that they immediately agreed. Ready for a quarrel, you had a few arguments ready in your head that could possibly help you with convincing them. After blinking a few times, you approach them, your palms slapping their knees.

“Ready?” You ask, when your friend places a pocky between their teeth, and they nod.

After you take your first bite, they break the stick, and start chewing a tiny piece they have left, the remaining part almost slipping from your mouth. “Oops. Seems that I lost. Now, lemme go home.”

And, as they said, they move your wrists aside, and leave you confused in the empty classroom. And you swear to yourself that one day you will have your revenge.

DRAKEN, Naoto, Benkei, KAKUCHO, Yuzuha, Izana

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kirishoshego · 3 years

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Favorite Crime//Kirishima

!!MINORS DNI!! 18+ only

(at this point big shout out to you for coming up with these ideas!) this time under the title "Hey, watch it creep" My second piece for another collab created by@ultimate-astridwriting

Pairing: Yandere!ProHero!Kiri x fem!reader Words:7.6k

Summary: Meeting your fav Pro Hero at a convention was meant to be a one time thing, but coincidentally you somehow lost your most important belongings. And what a coincidence that out of everyone Red Riot himself found it.

TW: yandere, possessiveness, mild manipulation, dc (stalking, mention of death and murder, but not explicitly described, him keeping you locked up only mentioned at the very end, thoughts about it coming sooner), break in, long sex scene on the kitchen table, cunnilingus, fingering, choking, biting, leaving bite marks, Daddy Kink, softdom!Kiri, praise, size kink slightly, unprotected sex

Deafening screams surrounded you as you were waiting for the big double doors to open. Luck, that's what you called it when you got one of the last VIP-Tickets, considering they were sold out in seconds. It was still hard to believe that you were going to meet Red Riot himself, again. You knew him from before his fame, he had saved you once from a small accident you were involved in and ever since then he was your number one hero. By now he had saved hundreds of lives, there was no way he would remember you. And even without a personal backstory he would be your #1.

The black doors opened, revealing two buff looking security guards on each side. They kept a straight face while checking each ticket and searching through the belongings before people who were shining brighter than the sun entered the huge hall. Your excitement was soon replaced with fear, the anxious feeling of something going wrong bubbling up deep inside of the pit of your stomach. There was no chance things shouldn't go well, you tried to calm yourself down. The ticket was bought fair and square, not from a sketchy third partner, you had no weapons in your pockets or purse. But what if the code won't scan? If they think you faked it, call the cops on you, you will be banned from ever coming here again, no chance of ever meeting Kirishima again.

"Madam? Please continue walking, you're holding up the line," the security guard told you as she handed you the VIP bracelet. Every thing was just fine just said to yourself as you stepped into the event that's about to change your life. You were astonished at how colorful the hall was. Food stands were scattered around filling the big room with a comforting smell of everything sweet and savory. People were dressing up as characters from movies, animes and mangas or comics. Merchandise was showcased and sold. Special merch worth more than your rent for the next five month and others so expensive you would probably have to sell your soul for.

Fate, that's what he called it when his eyes landed on you from the raised platform through the tinted windows. While you were admiring some art, he was admiring another piece of art: you. The scene of him saving you played in his head as if it was yesterday, how you clung to him, looking up into his red eyes as if he was some sort of god. Never would he forget your smell, sweet and intoxicating. Kiri still carried the bracelet you gave him as a thank you, apologizing because it was nothing special, even after he told you it was his job, you don't need to give him anything. Now it was his lucky charm, taking it with him wherever he went. Warmness spread through his body when he spotted you buying a T-Shirt of his. You thought about him too.

Kirishima had spent two years searching for you, changing his work-out routine just so he could pass by the crash scene in hope to bump into you again. But how was he supposed to find you if he didn't even knew your name. Luck just didn't seem to be on his side. Until now. You were here, he finally had a second chance to get you and he wasn't going to pass it up. No matter who you were here with or for, he is going to be the only one on you will leave with.

"Red Riot, you with us?" one of the PR people pulled him away from you, back to the conversation they were having. "What? Sorry, of course," he said, looking down again only to find you missing again, silently cursing the man behind him. "You seem a bit lost, everything alright Eiji?" Mina asked him as she stepped beside him, putting her hand on his muscular arm. "Yeah, sorry, just a bit nervous. That's all. Thank you for asking," she offered him a bite of the donut she was currently eating to calm him down a bit, which he gladly accepted, feeling a bit more at ease now. He will find you this time, no doubt in his mind.

Three minutes. That's how long it took Kirishima to find you among everyone else. At first he over looked you, which really wasn't his fault. Someone dressed up as Elias Ainsworth was simply covering your smaller frame, but the moment his searching eyes fell on you his heart skipped a beat. You were here. For him. To see him, to be with him. Only five more people he thought, he could do that.

But now that he had seen you time appeared to be moving argonising slow. Minutes felt like hours and as much as he tried he could barely listen to whatever his fans told him, all his attention, all his thoughts where on you. His smile didn't falter once and he was kind to all, but he couldn't help and rush the small meetings.

"Hey love," his voice was deep, raspy and set of butterflies in your stomach, the warmness of his smile spreading through your body. "Hey Red Riot," your voice was small, quiet, everything it wasn't supposed to be. "Please call me Eijiro," first name basis. Even Kirishima would have been an honour, but he wanted you to call him by his name, had to hear you say it, make him feel like he's finally home. "I'm Y/N," you introduced yourself, your voice feeling a bit more secure. "Y/N, what a beautiful name," the effect his compliment had on you made him smile even more, it appeared to be easy to fluster you. "Thank you, Eijiro," he wanted you to say it over and over and over again, with love and adoration, moan it out while he pleased you better than any other human could even dream about.

"Are you here with someone?" an uneasy feeling made its presence felt. What if you were in love with someone else? „No. I'm here alone, my friend who wanted to tag along fell sick," you explained to him, noticing the tension that had build up in his body now leaving. "How long are you going to stay?" Kirishima asked, feeling less stressed once you revealed you plan on staying till early evening, considering there will be a small conference with the heroes. You didn't want to miss the opportunity of seeing everyone else here.

There was so much he wanted to tell you, ask you, get to know you, keep you with him, he couldn't handle loosing you again. But the photographer cleared his throat, pointing to his clock. He knew there was no way around meeting everyone else, so the faster this was over, the sooner he could be with you.

"I'll see you later," it wasn't a question, it was a statement, a promise. Nobody noticed his hand slipping into your bag when he hugged you goodbye. Nobody noticed how your keys and wallet disappeared into the big inner pockets of his jacket. He didn't do anything wrong, he wouldn't do anything with it, he would simple borrow it for a while, there was nothing wrong with that, right? "I hope so," you told him, sad that you had to part ways.

"Next," called the photographer, after handing you the printed out picture, the frame for it already awaiting you at home.

The interaction between the two of you still didn't answer you wether or not he remembered you. You never stood a chance with him anyway, he is a famous pro hero after all, he already said there was currently no time for someone serious in his life. That was until you sat in between the rather small crowd hanging on every word the heroes said while sitting on the stage. He revealed he had his eyes on someone. Your heart shouldn't hurt as much as it did, but you couldn't deny the feeling of your heart contracting.

The same way his did when he noticed you were gone. He had seen you in the crowd, waved at you when he went on stage, there was merely a tiny time frame of maybe ten seconds where his eyes weren't on you. Kirishima had to calm himself down, his erection growing harder by the minute, watching you wrap your lips around the wooden straw and thinking about how they would feel wrapped around him instead. He felt like fourteen again, mentally slapping himself for being turned on by something as simple as that, which definitely was a first for him. Those few seconds allowed you to slip away. Or at least you tried, considering you had no where to go without your car or money.

All he had to do to find you was walk onto the parking lot. Your cussing could be heard even from afar, telling yourself how stupid you were for not being more careful. "Everything okay?" his sudden appearance startled you and he almost felt bad when he noticed how defeated you look. "Oh, Eijiro. Yeah everything is okay, I'm fine," you brushed off, but the look of a lost puppy written across your face told him otherwise. "I'm not stupid you know?" he raised his eyebrows, leading you to a bench surrounded by small flowers, shielded by a big tree.

"Someone stole my stuff, I don't know how to get home. Also my phone died and my portable charger is in the car, so…“ you told him. A sigh left your lips as you looked at him through your lashes. "Y/N, that's really not a problem. I can drive you home, I'll talk to the organizer and security, maybe someone already found it and gave it to them or they will find it when they clean. It's not the end of the world, okay?," he laid his arm around you and pulled you into him, the heat radiating off of him calming you down. "Ki- Eijiro, that's really kind of you, but I can't-" you missed the flash of anger across his face. He won't let you turn him down. "I won't accept a no,“ before you could say anything he pulled out something from his pocket with a cheesy smile, hoping to lift up your mood.

"I still have your bracelet," he remembered. "You didn't forget about me," disbelieve was waved in your voice as you starred at the small object in his hand. "Never," red eyes took in every little detail about you, from tiny scars to anything that ornamented your face. "Come on, let's get you inside, it's getting a bit cold. I will talk to the staff and you can grab something to eat from our buffet," offered the tall man. He just wanted you to be happy, wanted you to feel save with him, wanted you to trust him. "Thank you," and you did, how could you not when he was basically a sunshine walking on two legs.

Whatever you offered, he declined it, telling you he had to go this way anyway. Which was the half truth, considering he should have turned right about twenty minutes ago instead of left. He just didn't want you to feel bad. Kirishima had asked you all sorts of thing, some more personal than others. Suspicious was the last thing he wanted you to be right now. It’s not like he didn’t care about your favorite color or band, but right now all he wanted to know was wether or not you’re seeing someone. You didn’t.

As you went to step out of his car Eijiro stopped you, asking for your number so he could text you if they find anything. You were more than happy to comply, smiling when he wished you a good night, texting you once he got home:

Meeting you again was awesome, I’m glad I have you back in my life :)

A week had almost passed and you found yourself texting the Pro Hero more and more. They found your belongings the next day, so Kiri offered to drop them by within the next few days. He had to find a reason to text you longer, had to build a relationship with you.

The red haired man send you a bouquet of flowers and a cute stuffed animal that reminded him of you after you told him your ex was found murdered. His body crushed like a grape. You had told you weren't really sad, he wasn't kind to you in the past, but it still didn't leave you unbothered. Probably got mixed up in a gang fight, his addiction wasn’t unknown and the case was quickly closed by the police.

Something he didn't want to find out while texting was that you were going on a date tonight. Everything between the two of you was going so great and now another man ruined it. You could have said no, but it wasn't your fault, you simply didn’t know any better. It was your dates fault for thinking he could try to take you away from him. Another reason why he had to keep you save from the outside.

He stood me up you texted him, feeling annoyed by the fact your date wasn't even mature enough to let you know it won't work.

I'm sorry. He didn't text you or anything? Of course he didn't, Kirishima thought to himself, watching the burning car. What a pity that his brakes didn't work. You should always check before you go somewhere.

No, nothing. He didn't even reply to my last message

Wait for me love, I'll be there shortly x

It was easy for him to get you to share your location with him. All he wanted was to look out for you, make sure you're safe when he isn't near you. The world is so cruel and you're his friend, that's all he had to say to you. Kirishima loved how naive you were just for him.

Usually you paid attention, don't give away too much, don’t give up the control you had with your surroundings. But it's different with him. He wasn't sure if you even noticed how much you trusted him, how easy it was for you to put your life in the hands of Red Riot. Misusing that trust would never pop into his head, he loved you for so long now, but he was scared he will lose you again. He might just has to keep you to him entirely. Would you let him? Or did he had to take you?

When he arrived at the luxurious restaurant his breath hitched in his throat as his red eyes landed on your gorgeous figure, clad in the most beautiful piece of clothing he had ever seen.

"Hey love," he greeted you, feeling your arms wrap around his torso, the smell of your perfume hitting his nostrils. "Hey Eijiro, you didn't need to come here. I could have just gone home and eat some take out," you explained, his hug around you tightening. It made you feel warm, not knowing his grip turned harder out of anger. Why would you always tell him about the things you could do without him. Every time he offered to be with you you would say no, tell him you didn't want to bother him. Did you not realize how in love he was? Or did you and you simply didn't feel the same? The thought of you turning him down made him even angrier, to a point of you squeaking out that you couldn't really breath. He apologized with a laugh, complimenting you. You didn't even got to say no after he told you to go inside again to have the date with him instead, as the tall man already pushed you through the door.

All he had to do was drop his name, a table ready within five minutes and an appetizer already awaiting you. As much as you would love to call this a date, you had to remind yourself that he was seeing someone. Never would you try and get between them, possibly destroying their happiness. His happiness. The sorrowful reminder of the two of you just being friend still stung. Even though you thought you had convinced yourself you only liked him as nothing more than that.

"They gave me your things by the way, they’re in my car. I would like to drive you home, is that okay?" he liked to give you the illusion of having a choice. "Are you sure? I can take the bus," you offered, knowing how far away his cottage was. "Nonsense, come on," he held the door open for you yet again, his eyes wandering to your beautiful ass that he would love to feel in his big hands, groping it and leaving his print in red on its flesh.

The car ride was filled with music and small talk, telling him about your day and your plans for the rest of the week and visa versa. When his fingers, draped over the shift gear, slightly brushed your thigh you shifted in your seat, turning your legs away from him. Kirishima's hand turned red, white spots appearing, caused by the tight grip on his shift. It almost cracked the leather and metal.

"So how are you and your... partner?" way to go, you thought to yourself. You knew a whole lot about him by now, but you have never talked about his sexuality. As far as you knew he could be gay. And because he never talked about the person he is seeing you couldn't just assume anything about them.

Why were you suddenly asking about Bakugou? Was he wrong about you? Where you like his last lovers? It didn't matter to him that they used him to get close to his best friend because he used them as well. But you? It felt like part of him died.

"Bakugou is just fine," his jaw was clenched and as much as he tried to keep his happy face on for you, the thought of you touching yourself to the thought of his best friend and not him? Craving Bakugou, wishing for his lips to be on yours, his arms wrapped around you, not Kirishima's. "Oh..." his eyes flickered to your face for a few seconds before returning to the road, seeing a surprised look painted on your face. "I didn't know the two of you were a thing! That's great though," while your lips were curved upwards your eyes didn't match. "What?" now it was his turn to be bewildered. "I mean, I heard the rumors of some fans shipping you, I didn't know they were true! Don't worry your secret's save with me," his body language told you how much he disliked the current situation and you didn't mean to push him.

"No... Wait. I am so confused right now. Why do you think I'm dating my best friend?" he asked you, turning into your street. Once you explained your train of thoughts his booming laugh filled the vehicle, relieve filling his whole body and feeling a ton being lifted off of his shoulders. „Oh, hahaha no. No, I'm not seeing anyone. What I meant at the con was- oh shit," the car stopped abruptly, his big arm immediately going across your chest to stop you from being pushed forward even with the seat belt on.

"Wha-" your eyes had followed his gaze, spotting whatever had him looking like he had seen a ghost. Your door was ajar and you spotted a cornice across your window from inside. It was dark but the street lights allowed you to see just enough. The shoe cabinet in your entrance was knocked over, jackets laying on the floor. The man next to you ordered you to wait in his locked car before he went inside, his quirk activated.

If the situation wasn't so dangerous your mouth would be watering at the sight of Red Riot in action. A breath you didn't know you were holding escaped your lips once he came back in sight. "Nobody is in there but I don't think it's save," his raspy voice told you as he opened your door, his hand finding place in the small of your back as you went inside. "You should pack your things and stay with me for a while, just so we're sure nobody is trying to harm you in particular," he let you know. "Why would anyone try to get to me? I don't have a useful quirk. My parents aren't rich, neither am I, I don't hold any power," you said, his hand stopping you from cleaning. "We should call the police. If you move anything it might mess up evidence on it," he knew what he was talking about, he had experienced these type of situations plenty of times. "Didn't your ex recently die? What if there is a crazy lover going around? Maybe he still owns someone money. You know you're save with me Y/N. I'm not that far away from you, your work is right around the corner, just a different direction," he saw a small part of you still hesitating to accept his offer, while another part of you wanted to be with him.

"I promise you, as long as you stay with me, nothing bad will happen to you," Kirishima would never let anything happen to you, never. He couldn't forgive himself if he let something hurt you. "That would be nice,“ you didn’t know the weight your words carried. It was like a modern Beauty and the Beast, only this time the Beast was already in love with his Beauty.

It worked :) Candy is send, should arrive soon.

It did, tastes delicious.

2k and a VIP pass to the next con was all it costed him to convince a small-time criminal he had caught before to break into your house and cause some chaos. Nobody was going to get hurt and he would never get in trouble for it promised Kirishima. And he would hold that promise dear to him. Because if that guy would get caught so did the hero, who had a lot more on the line. Which luckily for Eijiro that guy didn't think about much.

An hour later you stood in a huge entrance floor. Dark marble floors radiating warmth, caused by underfloor heating, welcoming the pacing of your feet as you slipped out of your jacket. "Eijiro, this place is beautiful! I might never leave again," you laughed to convey your joke. "You can stay forever if you want," as if you had a choice, he thought to himself, glad you liked your new home. He had renovated it a bit in the last week, making sure everything was the best of the best.

"Why don't you slip into something comfy? I'll do so too and then we can watch a movie if you like?" he offered and even though you felt tired watching a movie with him did sound like a great idea. He showed you around the house, explaining how Bakugo had helped with most of the interior design.

„I just don’t have an eye for that, but Katsuki? He’s brilliant,“ he explained, stopping at a wall covered in pictures. All of his friends had gifted him pics when he moved, so he decided to dedicate a wall to them. Pointing at a photograph of the two of you set off butterflies in your stomach. „That’s my newest addition, you look so beautiful here,“ Mina made that picture of the two of you, he had wrapped you in his jacket before walking back inside to talk to the security guards. (Y/e/c) eyes were fixed on him, laughing about a joke he made, his hand pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

„This is the bathroom, if you need anything, just call me. Conditioner and everything is in there, feel free to use whatever,“ Kirishima offered, laying out a warm towel for you after you asked to hop under his shower.

"Please don't laugh. I thought I grabbed a different shirt but I must have been a bit lost in my thoughts," you told him, feeling heat rising up in your cheeks. When going through your bag you were so sure you had grabbed a plain big shirt, but it turned out to be the one you had bought at the con. It's not like he didn't knew you were a fan, it was just weird to wear his merch in front of him. "I think it's really cute," the man clad in a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose red shirt patted the spot next to him, a drink and soft blanket waiting for you already.

He had been drawing spiral patterns all over your upper legs and while his eyes starred at the screen he didn't had clue what the movie was about as his brain was corrupted by thoughts surrounding you. Only when a sex scene on screen caused you to shift ever so slightly in your position did his day dreams falter. Whatever the people were doing before, right now he had trapped her in between him and the wall. His hand was around her throat while his knee gave her some sort of relieve and whispering dirty things into her ear.

"Thinking about me doing that to you princess?" he asked you sweetly, pulling your attention from the suddenly very interesting bottle cap. Kirishima's lust got the best of him, he couldn't hold back anymore. He had to have you in every way possible and as much as he wanted to wait, to get you used to everything, introduce you to the situation you still didn't knew you were in- he couldn't. "Hm?" you probably misheard him, you weren't really paying attention to be fair.

"I asked you," he grabbed your chin with his hand, thumb on your chin while making you look into his eyes. You hadn't noticed but his whole demeanor changed. His bright eyes now as dark as red wine, catching every movement of your muscles, his body tense, appearing like a predator ready to jump on its prey.

"If you think about me touching you?" Kirishima finished, knowing very well that you did. He almost fucked up a job because the sight of you touching yourself moaning out his name barely left him any piece of sanity. You had read a story about him, a very dirty one as well and fuck how wet you were, so needy and helpless, mind filled with him and him alone.

He couldn't bare the thought of you having any secrets, something he didn't know. Kirishima had to know everything, what you eat, your favorite drink, what type of gifts you appreciate, your favorite type of book genre, movie genre, what TV you liked to watch. Where you more of a dog or a cat person? Or both, maybe neither? What made you happy, what made you sad, how can he lift up your mood? It wasn't hard to get access to your laptop. Okay, well it was, but he had watched a friend hack into someone's stuff before, for another mission and remembered how to do it. Just in case. And oh my, you were such a good girl for him. Saved all of your passwords, your history, your Netflix, youtube, tumblr. Everything laid out for him, because you wanted him to find it, find out everything he wanted. He loved you more and more every second.

You were beneath him within seconds, his large frame towering over yours and trapping you. His warm breath was fanning over your face, eyes flickering between yours and your lips while a few strands of loose red hair fell into his face.

"Eiji-" as you attempted to sit up again he pressed your upper body down without any effort using his hand, feeling your heartbeat quicken. His sweatpants appeared to be much tighter all of the sudden and you couldn't help but peak down slightly, the sight of his dick print, revealing his impressively thick girth, the length hidden through the shirt he was wearing.

"My eyes are up here," he chuckled, face getting even closer. "Eijirou, I don't think we should do anything indiscreet," you told him, pushing yourself forward by your feet in a feeble attempt to escape. Only to have him flip you over on your stomach, one hand wrapped around your wrists and holding them above your head.

„Don’t fight it," he whispered in your ear, grinding down on your ass, enough to send pleasure through your whole body, goose bumps appearing on your skin. "We should-" you tried to form a complete sentence, but his lips on your neck were thwarting your plan, especially after they found your sweet spot.

"Hm?" he asked, peppering more kisses along your delicate skin, your senses heightening when his sharp teeth were dragged along it. His soft lips curled up into a small smirk as another moan hit his ears, before his teeth sunk into your neck. The scream escaping your lips was a something in-between pain and pleasure. And without a thought you had pushed your ass into him, your throbbing cunt begging for attention. Shame clouded your head as you came to realize how turned on you were by the currently obscure scene you had found yourself in.

"Do you want me to stop?" his tone let you know that there was only one right answer, his other hand slipping underneath you to tease you. The tip of his finger ghosted over your clit, earning a whine from your side. As you tried to push yourself down to create some sort of friction he pulled away, clicking his tongue.

"I asked you a question Y/N,“ his husky voice reminded you, kissing the fresh bite mark and caressing it with his sharp tongue. "No," you breathed, the lust your body felt in every inch betraying your mind, which was barely functioning at this point.

"Tell me you want me and I'll put the world to your feet," he meant it, all he needed to hear was that you wanted him, he needed, craved, starved for your acceptance of him as the man by your side. "Eijiro, I want you," you whispered, feeling hot and cold at the same time, craving his touch on you but also to disappear in between the cushions. Surely you had thought about this plenty of times but telling him, talking to him like that was new, unknown.

"Come on princess, don’t tease daddy and tell me what you want," he groaned into your ear, nibbling at its lobe. Rough hand groped your ass, kneading it, fingertips gliding across the swell, down between your legs, going all the way up only to skip the spot you needed him at the most. "I want you, please," he had heard you just fine the first time but he couldn't get enough of it, needed more.

"You can do better," he was more of a pleaser but now that he had you, he had to take his time with you, had to have you to submit to him. "Please Daddy, I need you, I want you," the pitiful tone of your voice surprised you, but the reaction of his body let you know just how much he liked it. It was impossible to miss the twitch of his length against you or feel his hands tightening, the sound of a heavy breath escaping his lungs.

Once again you found yourself facing him, being pulled onto his lap, on hand on your hips and the other one caressing your face. The grip on your chin wasn't harsh, just strong enough to keep you in place. His soft thumb stroked over your bottom lip, pupils dilated as he watched it bounce back in place and glistering from your saliva.

If he wasn't in love with you already he definitely would be by now. He didn't give you the chance to say another word as his lips came crushing into yours, molding together perfectly. It felt electrifying and intense, a kiss filled with passion and hunger. Wandering hands grabbed your ass and as a soft moan graced his ears he slipped his tongue into your mouth, tips colliding and swirling around one another. Kirishima pulled you closer to him as your hand went into his hair, the other one tugging on his shirt.

"So eager," he whispered against your lips, happy to comply to your wishes and pulling off his shirt in one swift motion, your eyes not knowing where to look at first. Your attention was quickly occupied again by his hand slipping under your shirt, going along your side, up to your chest while he once again interlocked your lips.

The moans slipping into his mouth as his thumb circled over your nipple were fuel on fire and as much as he enjoyed taking his time with you, he will have all the time in the world with you from now on. The big man had waited so ling for this moment, had dreamed about this situation, spend so many hours thinking about it during the day. His mind was filled with you as was his heart, how you laugh, how you talk, how you taste. Oh, he had to know how you taste and he knew if he waited one too many seconds he might destroy you with the lust inside of him.

Strong arms secured you as he stood up, walking over to his dinning table and sitting you down on it. „It would only be fair for you to get undressed too,“ Kirishima mumbled against your lips, hands already at the hem of it and pulling it up. A few curses fell from his lips as he saw that you weren’t wearing a bra under the shirt. Pushing you down gentle his lips landed on your neck again, kissing the slightly swollen mark. He couldn’t help it, the view was so hot, he had to give you another one. You’re his, only his, nobody will take you away now. Nobody can. And even if they dared to try he will rip them apart.

As the red haired man continues to work his way down, he stopped at your naked chest. While giving one nipple bites, kisses and soft flicks of his tongue, the other one got attention through his hands, pinching and circling them. The movements had you gasping for ear, your legs wrapping around him and pulling him into you.

„Daddy I need more,“ you whimpered, making him kiss the valley between your breasts, down your stomach, before he stopped above the only fabric left on you. Your underwear was discarded in a second, the sound of fabric ripping made you look at him. His ruby red eyes were fixated on your glistering cunt, licking his lips as the thought of your pussy on his tastebuds.

Taking a seat in front of you it looked like you were the dessert he had been craving for years, never finding the right one. But now here he was, ready to devour you and hear you moans, have you gush over him. „Legs over my shoulders,“ he tapped them, grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs as you obeyed his order. „Good girl,“ Eijiro groaned, kissing the spots close to your core before his lips finally met your clit.

The cunnilingus he gave you made you feel like you were send to heaven and back. His sharp tongue knew exactly what to do, knew where to be at the right time. Nails dug into your skin and you were sure by the end of it Kirishima’s marks would be prominent for the next week. The small amount of pain intensified your pleasure and the first orgasm crashed down on you faster than ever. You were hoping for him to give you a small break, your whole body on fire but he was far from being done.

Wrapping his lips around your sensitive spot he sucked slightly, pulling a sinful moan from the back of your throat which caused his rock hard dick to twitch in his grey sweatpants. Not yet, he thought, slipping a long, thick finger inside you, while lapping at your clit.

You didn’t expect to feel so filled by just two of his finger inside you. But it came to no surprise as just the palm of his hand is as big as your whole, two fingers as thick as four of yours. Two minutes, that’s how much it took to make you cum for the first time, moaning out his new nickname and pulling on his hair. Kirishima didn’t give you time to come, a break was the last he would think of in this moment. Before you knew it another wave of pleasure crashed down upon you, making your legs clamp down. Well, you tried, but he didn’t really had to try to keep them apart.

„Does that feel good? You like that?“ the question was rhetorical, your body had answered it long ago. Your fourth orgasm was about to hit anytime now as his mouth was glistering from your wetness, licking it all up. He wouldn’t really call it mocking, but it amused and aroused him at the time seeing you so fucked, not able to form a full sentence, yet alone answering his question.

And there it was. The knot in your stomach released itself, eyes rolling in the back of your head, a single tear sliding down the side of your face. Slurred words, a mixture of curse words, affection and his name made him feel as powerful as ever. He did this, only with his fingers and tongue.

„Tsk, would you look at that princess, you made a mess,“ was the first thing you heard after you came down from your high, the white spots slowly disappearing. With a heavy breath you looked down, watching as his cleaned his lower lip with his thumb before licking your juice off of it. Eijiro was right: he was wet, drenched even. Your lover made you squirt and the look of ecstasis written across his face was something you could never forget. „I’m sorry-,“ before you could say another word he pulled you up to him with his hand around your neck, locking your lips and pulling your lower body closer to him, allowing his now freed dick to slip in between your folds. Dragging it slowly up and down made you jolt and whine against his lips, trying to pull away as electric like shocks went through your veins, the pleasure overwhelming.

„That was the hottest thing I have seen. If I wasn’t this horny for you I would make you squirt again,“ he told you, chuckling slightly when he saw your eyes widening at the sight of his boner.

You knew he was big, at least nine inches, but it was his thickness that had you speechless. Without the foreplay there was no way he would fit inside of you and even now you knew he had to be slow at first or else you might pass out.

„Don’t worry, I will be gentle… At first,“ a small smirk graced his face, his tip now at your entrance. Laying down his soft sweatpants before laying you down he made sure you were laying comfortably. Thighs against his stomach, knees on his shoulders with his body towering over yours, almost touching but leaving enough space for Kirishima to look at him slowly slipping inside of you.

Drawing small circles on your thigh and clit helped soothing you as he went in inch by inch. He was taken by surprise when you pushed yourself onto him, taking in the last couple of inches at once. „So you want it that way huh? All you had to do was ask,“ with that he was lost in his own word.

His thrusts weren’t fast at first, they were hard, hitting your g-spot over and over and over again. Eijiro either went with a rhythm of song stuck in his head or did whatever felt right, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you didn’t want him to stop. As quick as you put your legs down to lessen the immense pleasure, as quick he had both of your ankles in his hand, putting them over his right shoulder. Thick fingers caressing the soft flesh of your neck, feeling your pulse against the tip of his fingers, before wrapping around your throat completely. With the current position your pussy was even tighter, giving him the opportunity to hit deeper than before. Whenever he was balls deep inside of you wet slapping sounds filled the room, just like a mix of the moans of the two of you. Your scents mixed together, his room spray not standing a chance, even though your favorite smell hit your nose once in a while. What a funny coincidence, you thought later on.

„M about to cum,“ you slurred, a particular hard thrust sending you over the edge yet again, your throbbing cunt adding to his lust. „Who do you belong to? Who’s your daddy?“ He grunted, as his hips were snapping again and again. Your neck was released for a short moment to wipe away the few tears at the corner of your eye that just spilled over the edge.

„You, ah, you Eijiro,“ the o was quickly blending with yet another moan. If you didn’t know any better you would think he was a son of Eros. He definitely looked like a half god the way he was pounding into you, body glistering from the film of sweat and red strands of hair framing his face perfectly.

„That’s right, you’re mine. Only I can fuck you this good, only I can love you, only I can touch you,“ he said through gritted teeth, his possessiveness coming through. Kirishima could feel himself getting closer and closer to his own orgasm, dick twitching and hips titubating as your walls tightened around him.

„Mh, my good girl, just a little more, you can take it,“ you shook your head, feeling slightly dizzy and have one thought in your head: his name. There wasn’t even energy left in you to close your mouth properly. Something he saw as an invitation, his middle and ring finger slipping inside, your moans sending soft vibrations through them straight to his still hard length buried inside your cunt.

So many possibilities for him to cum on. You would look so pretty with his cum on your stomach, or when it drips from your face onto your chest. Your ass would look delicious that way too. One day he will find out what his favorite view is, but the first has to be special. He had to fill you up, mark your insides, had to make you his out and out.

„Let go, it’s okay. Daddy got you,“ finally. Your nails dug into his skin, vision blurry as your body started shaking from the last wave of pleasure for the night. He let go himself at the same time, pumping you full with his cum, a few lazy strokes following before he halted, his cock still inside you. Deep, shaky breath helped him come down from his dream like orgasm. Your pussy was magic, nobody could convince him otherwise. Maybe this won’t be your last time for tonight, maybe he will have you again once you laid down in bed. For now all he wanted to do was to hold you close, care for you and make you feel his love for you.

Pulling you into his strong arms he pulled out a bottle of water, taking a few sips himself before slowly letting the cool liquid hit your mouth and throat. Soft words of affirmation were whispered in your ear while he petted your head, massaging your scalp softly and kissing your forehead.

„You did so well for me baby,“ Kirishima mumbled against your lips, making sure you took another sip of water. You were still in bliss when he carried you to the bathroom, filling up the bathtub and sitting down with you between his thick thighs. While he was gently cleaning you realization hit him: Finally, after all this time you were with him. This wasn’t another dream. This was reality.

It broke his heart to see you cry the next morning when all the doors were locked. You told him you loved him too and you never would want to leave his side under no circumstances. He believed you, you would never lie to him. But the outside was too big, too scary for you. The intruder could still be after you and try to take you away from him. Kirishima knew you will forgive him eventually, after all he loves you and that should be enough for you. He is enough for you. You will understand eventually. He couldn’t risk loosing you again.

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the amazing @spielzeugkaiser allowed me to write a lil story for the Catralt au! and it turned into a kind of origin story :D

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As soon as Geralt heard the confused, yet somehow excited gasp, he immediately knew that the approaching footsteps belonged to Jaskier. The witcher crossed his arms defensively in front of his chest and stared down at his muddy boots. Like they had promised each other one and a half months ago, Geralt and Jaskier met up halfway to Elsterberg on a secluded road in the middle of the forest. And even though Geralt hadn't seen his bard in weeks, even though he had missed his friend terribly, he would have hoped for something, anything really, that would have kept Jaskier from returning. Just this once, just for a few more weeks, but Destiny didn't grant him his wishes.

Roach, bless her heart, sensed his bubbling anxiety and tried to cheer him up like she always did – by bumping her head against his shoulder. A kind and absolutely sweet gesture, but it turned out that in his current predicament Roach was much stronger than Geralt and the witcher nearly toppled over when she bumped against him.

He barely managed to find his footing again, holding onto her halter for support. She whinnied, as if to apologize and started sniffing at his hand, his unbelievably tiny hand. Although it didn't seem like she cared much, Geralt himself still wasn't used to the sight.

“Geralt, is that you?” Jaskier, finally caught up to them, was standing just a few footsteps away. His hands were holding onto the strap of his lute case tightly, knuckles white from the grip, something he only ever did when he was about to run for his life. It was good to know that the bard had at least a bit of common sense left in him.

Geralt pulled the rim of his woolen hat further down his forehead. The rough fabric made his ears itch and he grimaced. “Yes, Jaskier, it's me.” Still not looking too convinced, the bard squinted at him and took a step back. Geralt couldn't help himself, even if it was currently inconvenient, he was actually proud of Jaskier's distrust. “My apologize, it's just uh- hard to belief that you're Geralt, when you're looking like-” Jaskier trailed of, making a vague gesture towards Geralt's everything. The witcher shrugged, exactly this was part of why he had wished for Jaskier to not find him. “And what am I supposed to do?” There was nothing he could spontaneously come up with that could somehow proof to Jaskier that he was not a fake, a doppler or some kind of trap.

Though apparently his friend knew just what to do. “Tell me an embarrassing secret!”

“What, why?” Geralt frowned and crossed his arms in front of his chest once more.

“Because then I will know if it's really you!”

“But- how? That doesn't make any sense, Jaskier.”

The bard grinned at him and winked, “Believe me, I'll know. So?”

Geralt let out a long breath and rubbed his hands over his face, trying to think of something to say. Maybe the thing with the dress? He'd really rather not tell that story, but if he couldn't remember anything else... Maybe something that Jaskier couldn't make too much fun of, he wasn't in the mood to get laughed at. After a long moment of silent pondering, the witcher finally decided on a secret and spoke, “Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde.”

Jaskier made a questioning noise and tilted his head to the side like a confused dog. “That's what I wanted to call myself when I first became a witcher. Sir Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde, after the book character. Vesemir thankfully didn't allow it.” The bard's eyes began to shine in understanding and a wide grin spread across his face. “Oh, that's absolutely hilarious!” Geralt's stomach turned, so much for not being laughed at. Jaskier gasped, “The songs I could have written if you had a name like that! We have to knight you, Geralt. Sir Geralt. Sir Geralt of Rivia. This is fantastic!”

The angry yowl escaped Geralt's throat before he could stop himself.

Jaskier's whole body went rigid and his brows knitted together. When he met his witcher's eyes again, he at least pretended to look sheepish. “Right, yeah. We can think about your knighthood after we deal with- what exactly are we dealing with, Geralt?”

During their earlier conversation Jaskier had closed the space between them and now that he was addressing the horse in the room (more like the witcher in the woods) he knelt down on the forest floor in front of Geralt, so that they could be on eye level. Sharp golden eyes glared at him. “A curse.”

Jaskier let out a soft sigh, “I can see that, darling. But a little bit more information would be wonderful.” Geralt puffed out his cheeks and looked past Jaskier, not wanting to meet the bard's eyes when he finally admitted that it was Yennefer who cursed him.

“Yennefer?” Jaskier's voice went up a few octaves, “But what on earth would she accomplish by turning you into a child?”

“I'm not a child,” Geralt gritted out.

“Geralt, you are absolutely tiny, you barely reached up to my hip when I was standing just a moment ago.” The witcher rubbed his hands over his face once more, a gesture that probably looked way more adorable in his current state, then it did usually. “I'm not a child,” he repeated himself, words slowly feeling foreign against his tongue. He mumbled something without rhyme or reason and took a frustrated breath.

Jaskier immediately seemed to notice. “Words, please. Geralt?” He held out his left hand in support, but the witcher was already feeling vulnerable enough as it was, so he shook his head and Jaskier's hand fell back on his knee.

The witcher looked away, eyes roaming over the trees around them. The dreadful realization that he couldn't protect Jaskier in his current form slowly seeped into his bones. “She tried to turn me into a cat.”

“A cat? Has Yennefer ever seen a single cat in her entire life? You look like a child, dear heart, why would you think that she wanted to turn you into a cat?”

Geralt let out a long, suffering sigh and pulled the woolen hat from his head. Jaskier's eyes went huge and he slammed his hands in front of his mouth, trying to conceal the squeal that build up in the back of his throat. Geralt winced and pulled up his shoulders, as if he could hide the fluffy cat ears that sat flat against his head. “Oh Melitele's tits, you're adorable,” the bard whisper-shouted, still openly staring at his friend. To Jaskier's utter delight did Geralt's cat ears start to twitch. The witcher could see that Jaskier was itching to reach out, to touch and feel for himself and he was more than thankful, that the bard didn't. Geralt still needed a bit longer to overcome the anxiety that rumored in his guts and tightened his chest. At least Jaskier found him cute, which was not ideal, because nothing about Geralt was cute, but it also meant that Jaskier wasn't put off or even disgusted by him. That would have been the worst case scenario.

“So what do we- Can we break it, I mean it's a curse, right?” Jaskier asked, thought already running wild. Geralt shook his head, cat ears adorably flickering afterwards. “Yen said there's nothing she can do. I uh- When she cast the spell I ran away before she could finish, That's why I ended up like this. The spell wasn't meant to last long, it will wear off by itself.” Jaskier hummed once Geralt was done with his explanation.

“Well alright then,” the bard said confidently, “We'll just continue as we always do, shall we?” He stood up and cleaned the dirt from his knees. “Maybe wear your hat, though. A bard and a child look way less suspicious than a bard and a cat,” he added with a wink.

With the weight finally off his chest, the witcher let out, what could only be described as a pouting huff and pulled the woolen hat back over his ears. He had worried for nothing. Of course Jaskier would only see the good in a situation like this. It was Jaskier.

“I do have to say though,” Jaskier continued as he straightened his lute on his back and picked a dry leaf from his doublet, “You would have made an adorable cat, my dear.” The witcher glared at him. “I am not adorable.”

His friend grinned, “Oh you absolutely are.” Geralt rolled his eyes and nodded his head towards the road in a clear sign that he wanted to continue. “Are you not going to ride Roach?” Jaskier asked in confusion when the witcher started walking ahead, leading the horse by her reigns. Geralt gritted his teeth, “No.”

“Why not?” The glare that was send towards the bard would have send anyone else running over the hills, but Jaskier simply grinned down to where Geralt was walking next to him, trying his hardest to keep up with the bard's wide steps. “She's too tall, I can't get up.”

Jaskier's barking laughter rang through the forest and drowned out the angry hissing that came from a cat-turned witcher.

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