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cosmicsully · 9 months

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OBSESSED WITH YOU

aged up!Neteyamx aged up!human(f)!reader

Summary: In which…. Neteyam crosses paths with a human, but what is that sudden obsession with her, where did that need to protect her come from?

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: fluff, Y/N’s personal space is quite literally violated by Neteyam, Y/N is the first Human Neteyam has ever seen, Neteyam barely speaks/understands English, kissing, slight make out, lowkey unrealistic storyline lmao

My Masterlist <3.

What are you called? = fyape syaw fko ngar Stay calm = mawey beautiful: (of people) = sevin take it off = kämunge tsal I want to see = Oe new ne kame hurry up = win säpi nefä so soft = nìftxan 'ango

I hope you enjoy! If you do, feel free to reblog, I might consider writing more parts to this :) <3

I can still remember how it happened. The day that I met Neteyam still lingers in my mind, the young Na´vi boy consuming my attention at all times.

About a week ago, I can still feel the soft breeze of air flushing against my legs, I remember smelling the green plants that had just been drowned in the heavy rain the previous night. The loving light of the warm sun embraces my figure as I walk across a muddy path, trying not to step on any kind of animal. I was outside although I was not allowed to leave the lab. Secretly slipping out of the back door, the mask that is pumping oxygen into my lungs well secured on my face, as I made it my new goal to explore Pandora further.

It is a memory I cherish. The adrenaline that runs through my veins as I took one step after the other, putting as much space as possible between me and the lab.

With the feeling of well-secured safety and no one having caught me fleeing from my home, I slowed my steps, taking in my beautiful surroundings. All kinds of exotic colorful plants surround my form, my eyes darting to one and then another, trying to see everything all at once. My ragged breathing slowed down as I sprinted across the mud, my feet now slightly covered in it.

I can’t help but feel joy consume me whole.

The beauty of Pandora yet again swallowed me, pulling me in. I let my feet work on their own, deciding on taking a small walk to find new interesting and unexplored corners. My fingertips glide against a pulsating bluish plant, as it vibrates against my hand in return, letting myself smile at the uncommon feeling.

This world is so alive.

It is beautiful, I hope its owners treat it well, with respect and cherish it just as I do. Although from the stories I have been told, Na’vi are very spiritual species who inhabit these forests. And now that I think of it, I have never truly seen a real Na’vi.

Dreamwalkers don’t count.

Not letting my mind linger on the thought of facing a real Na’vi, I continued my exploration, It felt like mere minutes, but because it was slowly becoming darker around me it must have been at least a few hours. The only sound that reaches my ears is my breathing from behind the thin glass that is covering my entire face, and the nature that I’m currently moving in. Deciding that I have seen enough for today and that Norm is most likely worrying about my well-being, I take a turn and walk to the path I have been walking all along and slowly but surely make my way back to the lab.

Just as I took a few steps, I heard a quiet huff and leaves moving behind a tree a few feet away from me.

Midway through me turning my head, a blue figure emerges from the bushes. There he stands. A tall male Na’vi. His stripes-covered skin glows underneath the small amount of light that is still falling on Pandora.

He is beautiful.

So beautiful the nature around me is no longer on my mind. All my focus and attention is now drawn to him as I see his fist tightening around a weapon that is firm in his right hand.

With quick movements, he is pointing an arrow at me.

“Wait- Wait- Wait-“ I start as his face wears an angry expression, his frown-covered face facing my direction. I can see his ears perk up at the words that left my mouth. The foreign language fills his head as he decides on killing or spearing me.

“fyape syaw fko ngar?” he hisses, flashing his fangs at me. His white teeth sparkle in the sun as he takes a big step closer to me. His sudden movement made me trip over, my backside making contact with the now slightly dried ground. Him now towering over me even more, his height is scary.

“I- I’m sorry I don’t understand you, please talk slower,” I say, trying to speak slowly, he probably doesn’t understand my words. He tilts his head in confusion, his eyes widening as he takes in my form. Here I am, halfway sitting up in the slightly muddy forest of Pandora. My eyes are fixated on the Na’vi that is towering above me.

“fyape. syaw. fko. ngar?” he repeats, now trying to talk as slow as I did. His pronunciation is now much clearer, his eyes squinting close as if he can see the wheels whirring behind my eyes. This situation throws me back multiple years, remembering the Na’vi lessons we were put through at the mere age of ten. He must have said something about me. Asking about my age? No that would not add up to the situation I’m currently in. Maybe he asked what my name is. That makes way more sense, him emerging from the forest, probably taking me in as a threat.

Slowly, I raise my hands on either side of my head a little, to show that I have no weapons on me, and don’t mean any harm to anyone. At my gesture his ears stand up, their previous position flattened against his head long gone. While doing so, his curiosity must have grown, he lowers his weapon, no meaning to harm me for now. The unknown Na’vi male lowers himself into a crouching position, as he fixates his bow on his back and secures the arrow back in its holder. With me still staying put on the ground, he starts to crawl over my much smaller form to take in my face.

His expression is still confused, but the curiosity must be getting a hold of him. He slowly makes his way above me, his face getting closer to mine, I can feel his warm breath hitting my cheek, his sparkly yellow eyes boring into my own. Pupils now grown bigger and bigger with each second that passes.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, my questioning tone must have shown him that I asked a question. He shakes his head in a way to tell me that he has no idea what I just said, but he doesn’t leave his current position, instead, he’s only inching closer to my body. His face slowly moved to the left side of my face, flattened nose touching my cheek and slowly moving down to my neck. His way of moving and actions remind me of an animal, I can feel him take a deep breath through his nose when it hits my pulse point. It’s like he’s taking in my scent, trying to burn it into his brain to never lose the smell of me.

His actions makes a shudder run down my spine, a shaky breath leaving my mouth only now realizing that I have been holding my lungs oxygen-free for the past minute, them now aching and burning for more.

He breathes me in again, this time with eyes closed, my scent filling his nostrils. My breathing stays unsteady, his presence making my heart quicken in my chest, he seems to notice that, his eyes now fixated on my chest, watching it rise and fall again. When my eyes caught his never leaving my chest, a frown forms on my face, my mouth gaping at him and my arms moving to cover my chest. Slightly uncomfortable under his stare that is on one of my most intimate parts.

He quickly shakes his head and uses one of his three-fingered hands -that is at least twice as big as mine- to move them away, his now gained free access to my chest making him move his head closer, the side of his face making contact with me, his ear hovering above my heart. My heartbeat echoes in his head, its beating pumping hot blood through my veins. Although he does not seem to have the intention to hurt me in any way, my heart doesn’t slow its fast beats. His heavy head makes contact with my chest, I can feel him resting his head completely.

He stays put for a few seconds, the sound of soft breaths leaving his nose hit my ears. My heart still hammers in my chest, continuing to reveal my unsure feelings about the moment and this stranger who is quite literally breaking the definition of personal space. He stirrers up removing his ear from my chest, now much softer yellow eyes meeting mine.

“Mawey.” he whispers. His soothing voice makes it seem like a sweet gesture, the way he talks, the way his eyes move from me to my chest, no, to my heart, its like he wants to tell me to relax. The next thing that catches his attention is the oxygen mask that covers my slightly blushing face. With one of his fingers he taps against the glass, the tap rather harsh as it shoots through the glass and right to my ears echoing softly.

"Neteyam." he speaks up, the pronunciation lingering in my mind. As he speaks, he points the finger that just tapped my mask to his chest, gesturing to himself, it seems to be his way of introducing himself to me.

"Y/N." I say telling him my name. His ears perk up as my voice hits him.

"Y/N…" he tries to pronounce my name just like I did, but fails miserably. I can´t help myself but let a giggle slip past my lips at his terrible attempt at pronouncing my name, squinting my eyes closed in the process. He doesn´t exactly laugh at my reaction, but what seems to be a small smile makes its way across Neteyams face. I like the way my name sounds when he speaks.

"Sevin." he whispers pointing at me again. His hand glides downwards to my own and he takes a look at it, his eyes fixated on my little finger. He slowly but surely wraps two of his fingers around it, completely engulfing my pinky with his. His hand is huge compared to mine. If he wanted to, he could cover my entire hand with his and nothing of my hand would be visible.

"Sevin?" I ask, questioning his last words, why did I barely pay attention when we were told simple words that are commonly used by Na´vi?

"Beautiful?" he now repeats, his accent thick as he tries to translate his words.

"You mean me?" I ask a little unsure, it is not unknown in the lab that Na´vi and humans don´t usually interact with one another, let alone find any interest in each other. He points his finger against my chest again, still trying to get me to understand that he thinks I´m pretty.

I can´t help but blush at his actions, not quite used to being complimented by someone.

"You´re beautiful too" I answer, already aware of the fact that he probably doesn´t understand what I just told him. So I point my finger at his chest just like he did to me and say

"Sevin."

His eyes fall to my pointer finger that is currently resting against his chest, his hands now following his eyes, a blue hand yet again engulfing my own. I feel a certain warmth spread through my chest.

Am I supposed to feel like this?

Probably not.

No, definitely not.

Then why does his presence feel so good? Why do I feel this special security with him? When his warm eyes meet mine?

His attention is now back on my face, the way he is now directly in front of me, allows me to take a closer look at his facial features. His yellow, big, cat-like eyes are pulsating with warmth and softness, his slightly flattened nose wrinkling when he senses new smell. He seems to be studying me just as I do him.

"kämunge tsal" he whispers, now again tapping against my oxygen mask.

Although I could not exactly translate his spoken words in my head, it must have been something about my mask. I shake my head hastily, if his intentions are about me taking it off he can forget it.

"Oe new ne kame" he urges me on, his eyes filled with curiosity and desperate pleading.

"Off," he says quickly his demanding tone fitting to his accent, his hand already finding the bottom of the mask and lifting it off of my face. His sudden actions make me gasp and quickly breathe in, to catch another wave of oxygen.

The mask is now all the way off, Neteyam places it on one of his muscular tights, but his vibrant eyes are darting across every moving muscle on my face. He studies me carefully as if he is afraid of breaking me with a grip that might be too firm for my body.

His left-hand moves to the right side of my head, the warm palm of his softly meeting me. His palm swallows half of my skull, it’s like a puzzle fitting, his piece connecting with mine. A few seconds later I have a sort of ticklish feeling against my upper thigh, his strong tail curling twice around it. The movement makes me blush, I feel my cheeks and half of my neck warming. It’s like Neteyam is trying to be as close as possible, though I can not really tell why.

His face inches closer to mine, he’s so close again that I can feel his breath on my lips, his eyes dare to look at them for a quick moment but just as he meets them he averts his gaze again. I can’t help it but copy his movement, my eyes darting down to his lips.

I can feel the atmosphere between us get turned upside down within one quick glance at his lips, a sort of tension building up.

What I’m doing here is insane.

I should be home by now.

Just as I can feel him getting even closer, the need for oxygen is growing and growing, my lungs aching for relief. My eyes shoot down to his leg hastily grabbing the mask that my body so desperately seeks. The moment it hits my face I take a deep breath, my heart beating at a quickening speed. Neteyam groans in response his hand falling from my head, instead both of his hands land on either side of my waist. As I try to steady my breathing, he pulls my smaller form into his lap.

"win säpi nefä" he lowly whines, making my eyebrows raise in confusion at his whining. He waits a few seconds for my chest to raise at a normal speed again, his eyes boring through mine as if he is asking for permission, although I can not quite tell for what.

"Enough" he orders now quite needy ripping the mask off my face, but before I can respond in annoyance, warm lips are pressed against my very own. My eyes widen at his sudden actions, I can`t hold back the quiet unexpected sigh that sounds like a soft moan leaving my lips.

Neteyam responds eagerly, his tongue now parting my lips ready to claim my mouth, the taste of me lingering on his tastebuds, he pulls me closer by my hips, the close proximity making him groan. The kiss quickly becomes feverish and passionate as his desire for more keeps growing. His hand moves to the back of my head keeping me in place to continue his almost assault on my lips. His rough palms skim down my waist to hook around my hips, pulling me flush against his chest.

It is something I have never felt before, the adrenaline coursing through my veins making my head dizzy. Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen that was making me feel lightheaded.

I can´t help but try to pull away from him, his much stronger grip on me only tightening in response, in order to gain focus again I let my fingers tangle into his braids, softly tugging his lips away from mine. Neteyam growls in protest, chasing my lips with his but I lean back and reach down to put the mask that dangles down my body back on my face. As I keep filling my lungs with air, I look up through the thing glass with heavy-lidded eyes, my chest still heaving and my heart thrumming in my chest.

Neteyam pants softly, just as breathless as I am.

Behind Neteyam I can see his tail swaying with excitement from side to side, his own heavy eyes now focused on a part of my neck. He quickly connects his lips with my neck, softly coating it with open-mouth kisses. With his other hand, he gently tugs on my hair to expose my neck to his mouth. Not caring about the noises that could slip out of my mouth, I let a soft moan leave my lips at the feeling. That seems to urge him on further, his lips traveling from my neck, to my collarbone and lastly to my pulse point. It is the place he breathed me in earlier, he growls at the memory, lips quickly working at sucking on my delicate skin.

I close my eyes at the feeling of his soft but rough lips as they work against my sensitive skin, my mouth slightly agape at the pleasure that is shooting through every inch of my body.

"nìftxan 'ango" the Na´vi male moans against my neck, at the sound of a twig breaking somewhere in the distance, Neteyam quickly breaks away from my sensitive skin. His tail tightened around my thigh in a protective manner.

"Come" he hushes at me, now raising to his feet and full height, With one swift movement he claims my wrist in his hand sneaking around it in a soft grip. He pulls me up in no time as if I weigh nothing to him. I can feel myself hovering over the ground for a split second before he lets go of my wrist now fully placing me back on the ground I was laying on only minutes ago.

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dangowon · 1 year

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title » boyfriend hcs !

pairing » yang jungwon x gn!reader

requested? » yes

genre » fluff

word count » 1.2k (kind of got carried away)

a/n » i'm really sorry for not having posted for so long, i've been busy with school. i lost the request for this since the person deactivated, so i can't link it to the post :( but either way, i hope you enjoy this <3

✧ jungwon is the sweetest person ever, and he'd be even sweeter as your boyfriend

✧ as a leader, jungwon is expected to be on his best behaviour and he's expected to show maturity. with you though, he feels comfortable enough to show more of his child-like side, and it's apparent in the way he whines when you don't give him attention or how he swings your intertwined hands forward and back while you walk.

✧ when you're offering him some of your food, he'll expect you to be handfeeding him and if you're not, he'll pout until you do. at the beginning of your relationship, he found these things 'embarrassing', but as time went by, he was able to be his true self around you.

✧ fancy dates aren't really his thing (although he wouldn't mind it for a special occasion like your anniversary), so most of your dates are spontaneous and unplanned. sometimes when you can't sleep, you two will go on walks in the nearby park and enjoy the peace and quiet.

✧ he also loves picnic dates so much, he'll make sure it's perfect for you; he'll bring bowls of cut-up fruit that are shaped into hearts, your favourite sandwiches (jay helped him make them, but you don't have to know that) and pastries from a cafe that you both visit often.

✧ he didn't think he would love stargazing with you as much as he does, but it feels so natural for you two to lie down and talk while admiring the night sky. though secretly, he'll stare you while you're busy counting the stars present that night despite there being too many. because to him, no star will ever be more beautiful than you are.

✧ due to his busy schedule, it's common that you can't see him that much during the day. to compensate for that, he'll spam you with selfies of him doing random things like drinking water or he'll bring his face really close to the camera, open his eyes wide and lowkey jumpscare you.

✧ he will also update you with whatever happens during his day — you'll get texts talking about him seeing a new restaurant that opened up and saying that you two should try going there, or him saying how he saw a cute cat on the street and pet it despite his allergies.

✧ he can't shut up around you. like, at all. during comeback season, he will do exactly what the company told him not to do and literally tell you every detail. he shows you the whole choreography and sings the song to you because he's just so excited.

✧ he does well with balancing his work as an idol and taking care of himself, but when the pressure, fatigue and stress hit him all at once, he can't help but feel under the weather. he'll try to act like he's fine, but you can tell in the way his movements are more sluggish and by the dark circles underneath his droopy eyes.

✧ sometimes people forget that he's young, and shouldering so many responsibilities every single day is hard on him. he feels safe when he's with you, he feels safe when you open your arms for him to lay between and lend him your shoulder to cry on when he needs it.

✧ the way you rub his back gently while whispering sweet words into his ear is everything he needs to feel whole. he doesn't like showing vulnerability, but he's beyond glad that he has you by his side, constantly reassuring him that things will be fine.

✧ of course he'll be there for you as well when you need it, he always is. if you're feeling sad, he'll drop whatever he's doing to comfort you, kissing your forehead and asking you what's wrong. even if you don't want to talk about it, he'll do whatever it takes to see your pretty smile.

✧ his cuddles are the comfiest, you two spend hours just laying together in bed with your limbs tangled and your head resting on his chest. sometimes he prefers for you to hold him, especially if he's tired. he'll trap you with his arms around your waist, he's stronger than he looks and he will not let go of you.

✧ as sweet as he is, he can also be quite the mischievous person sometimes. if you're too busy on your phone (a.k.a, not paying attention to him for 5 seconds) he'll take it and hold it above your head if you're shorter than him, telling you to give him at least ten kisses if you want it back.

✧ if you're taller, he'll grab it and run around the house while you chase him — he runs really fast, it's actually kind of scary. he'll pucker his lips at you and once again, tell you to kiss him if you want your phone back.

✧ he loves kissing you so so much, and he'll do it anywhere, anytime. when he wakes up and sees you beside him, he can't help but break out into a smile and press his lips onto yours shortly before nudging you awake. he gets all blushy if he finds out you were awake while he kissed you.

✧ he doesn't go shopping that much, but if you've been wanting something for a while, he'll buy it for you and pretend like it wasn't him. oh, that one phone you were thinking about buying suddenly ended up on your desk? he has no idea how it got there.

✧ matching rings are a must. you two got matching rings 6 months into your relationship, and he never takes his off. even if he's live, he'll keep it on because he likes the reminder that you're his and he's yours.

✧ he doesn't let it show often, but he gets jealous quite easily. whether it be somebody staring at you or a person being bold (and stupid) enough to come ask you for your number, he'll wrap his arm protectively around you, making it clear that you are in fact taken.

✧ and if that's not enough? he can't physically fight them, mostly because he's a public figure, but his words are sharp and he'll find a way to humiliate that person so that they'd go away. afterwards, he'd press a kiss to your cheek and smile cutely at you as if he didn't just decimate someone's ego.

✧ he can't stand not being around you for long amounts of time, so when he's on tour and you can't come with him, he's miserable — and dramatic, at that. he'll constantly text you that he misses you with frowning emojis and says that he wishes you were with him.

✧ when he gets back, you can bet that he'll be all over you; peppering kisses on every inch of your face, clinging to you for hours on end and he even makes you sleep over so that he can cuddle with you the entire night.

✧ he doesn't feel complete without you around him, you're one of the most vital things in his life and he doesn't think that he could ever fathom a life that doesn't have you in it. the thought of you alone is enough for him to get through the day and he hopes that he'll be able to be with you for as long as you'll allow him.

✧ your relationship is just the cutest thing ever honestly <3

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bb-sg · 11 months

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Beg Pt. 6

Gojo x Fem!reader, Geto x fem!reader

CW: Mentions of suicide

Part 6 is up. This is part of a series, I recommend reading the other parts first.

֍ Part 1 ֍ Part 2 ֍ Part 3 ֍ Part 4 ֍ Part 5 ֍

Please mind the warning, MDNI.

“Isn’t that right, Geto?”

Geto’s jaw locked while he stared Gojo down. You could feel the tension rolling off of him but he remained composed, not giving into Gojo’s attempt to rile him up. The air suddenly felt heavy and cumbersome. The playful and inviting aura around Geto was long gone, replaced with a more serious and menacing one.

Geto sucked his teeth and scoffed. “I don’t know about strongest. You did get beat by a non-sorcerer after all.”

Geto leaned back into the chair and turned his attention towards you. He gave you a disingenuous smile, one that may have been meant to put you at ease but ended up doing the opposite. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt under the table, not wanting to intervene.

“Did he tell you about that? That’s why you found him half dead, unconscious and defenseless.” Geto’s face didn’t convey any of the venom that was in his tone.

Your eyes flickered to Gojo’s but once his eyes met yours, he quickly diverted his attention back to Geto. The wheels in your brain began to turn as you recalled your first encounter with him. You remembered the faint fluttering of his heart as you tried your best to keep him alive. The memory of seeing his blood trickling onto the forest floor made you grimace.

A person did that to him without cursed energy? How?

Lost in thought, you barely registered the two men continuing to bicker amongst each other, the volume of the argument rising with each exchange. The quiet place you called home now being flooded with testosterone and anger.

Geto’s body language remained neutral, remaining seated in the chair but his words cut deep, his tongue sharp as knives. While Gojo’s fist were clenched against the hard wood of the table, knuckles turning white from the strain he was putting on them. He laughed off all of Geto’s sly attempts to put him in place. His voice had a lit about it, a playful cadence although his body betrayed him, unsuccessfully hiding how pissed off Gojo was getting. Once again, it becomes apparent that these two were two sides of the same coin.

“Tch, don’t forget who saved your ass numerous times.” Gojo laughed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Cmon princess, I’ll show you who is stronger.”

“Oh.. is that what’s got you so worked up? You want to show off for the pretty girl. Typical Satoru.”

Your face burned as you felt embarrassment warming your skin, shaking your head, desperately not trying to get into the middle of whatever was happening between them. Geto lightly touched your arm, squeezing gently as if you reassure you. Gojo chuckled and ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. This was not how Gojo imagined this would go. He had secretly hoped that you would fawn over him in front of Geto, not the other way around.

“This is about you and me, nothing more”

This can’t just be about me. Underneath the embarrassment that racked your body, you felt frustrated and annoyed. You pulled your mask down impulsively and shouted, “Stop talking!”

Both men stopped talking abruptly, mid sentence. Geto looked shocked, grasping at his throat in panic when he failed to produce any more words. Gojo straightened up, visibly upset that he was unable to continue the argument. He shook out his hair and his frustration as well. He finally looked towards you, smiling. There was something off about his smile. Underneath the surface you sensed a certain melancholy bubbling up. He turned on his heel and headed towards the door, not looking back at either of you.

Geto was staring at you, his eyes fixated on your cursed markings and lips. The look on his face told you that he wasn’t upset that you used your technique on him but that he was almost impressed with you. He hadn’t walked into this situation having high hopes for you but you quickly changed his mind. You intrigued him, made him want to know more about you, made him want to see everything that you could do.

Regret hit you like a tone of bricks when you realized how reckless you had acted. Using your cursed speech so impulsively around others was dangerous, that had been drilled into since you were young. Still, you acted before you thought it through. You sighed and pulled your mask back over your face, shying away from Geto’s gaze.

The curse you had placed over them wore off quickly, allowing Geto to cough up a few words after a couple minutes. You waited patiently for him to berate you, to scold you for being so reckless. Instead, he laughed and smiled at you.

“That was good, you actually caught me off guard. Strong and beautiful, you’re impressive.”

Geto stood up and held his hand out for you, helping you up out of the chair. You sat still for a moment, surprised by how caviler he was acting. Once you snapped out of your stupor and back into the present you smiled at him hesitantly. His dark eyes scanned over your face, reading you like a book.

“I apologize for Satoru’s behavior as well as my own. We will have to go get him though, he’s got a one-track mind. Stay close to me, I’ll protect you at any cost. Although, I sense you can handle your own.”

You scrambled to get your phone before texting him.

I thought you guys were best friends.

A small, emotionless laugh escaped his lips before he started leading you to the door.

“We are. Guess we’ve just been in edge from the last mission.”

This was more than just being on edge. There was something more passionate, more raw looming over them. You secured your mask, making sure to brace yourself as Geto and you ventured into the forest.

The trail you usually take, the one you’ve carefully mapped out to avoid any dangers, was long behind you. The untouched vegetation crunched under your steps, weeds and roots littering the path you were paving. Geto led the way, calling out to Gojo who had, somehow, disappeared.

The forest felt like an entity all on its own. A thin fog filled the air around the trees, the mist floating above the forest floor. The trees swayed back and forth, with an ebb and flow that reminded you of your own slow and deep breathing. These trees towered over you, gigantic living beings that had been growing there for hundreds of years. It made you nervous and small, the silence and the electric feeling in the air suffocated you, making it hard to breathe.

You focused on Geto, watching the muscles in his back ripple with his every movement. He moved quietly but with ease, maneuvering the life of the forest expertly as if he had been there before. You couldn’t help but marvel at his grace, carrying himself confidently as if he’s carefully thought out every step he took. His composure made you feel safe, like you could follow him into the depths of hell. He may even be able to talk you into it too.

He jumped over a wide stream with ease and landed safely on the other side before turning around to you.

“Need a hand?” His outstretched hand reaching for you.

You huffed, slightly annoyed that he thought you couldn’t do it on your own. You ignored his hand and took a couple steps back before running and jumping over the stream, landing further than Geto did.

You looked back and smiled at him before holding your hand out to him. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and he smiled at you as he pushed your hand away in humor.

“My mistake. I’m going to enjoy getting to know you.” He purred while walking alongside of you. You bit your lip and hummed, hoping to conceal how much you loved his praise. The smile that crept onto your face reminded you of the one you used to get when you were little and had your first crush. He called out to Gojo again and received no response. He sighed and looked over at you.

“He’s probably way ahead of us, recklessly preying on any curses he can find.”

You tapped his shoulder, flashing him your phone.

Is he going to be alright on his own?

“Yeah he’ll be fine, even if I don’t want to admit it sometimes, he is more than capable of handling himself. He is from the Gojo clan.”

You were pulled from the conversation when several small curses crawled across the ground, slowly attempting to chase you. Geto flicked his hand and a small canine looking curse appeared from his shadow. He then commanded the dog-like curse to attack and before you could register what was happening, the small curses were ripped apart by Geto’s curse.

You gasped, bewildered by Geto’s cursed technique. He controls curses? Like pets?

“Return.” He called out to the curse which immediately returned to his side, guarding Geto protectively.

He turned to you, his smile crinkled his eyes. You carefully walked up to him, eyeing the curse at his heels.

“Don’t worry, it won’t attack unless I tell it to. That’s my cursed technique. Not quite as elegant ass yours but can be handy.”

You stopped a few feet away from him, not fully convinced the rapid animalistic curse was safe. You nodded your head at Geto, hoping he might believe your façade that you were at ease. He reached out and held your hand, gently pulling you closer to him and the curse.

“See? I wouldn’t put you in harms way.” His fingers laced with yours while his other hand ran up and down your other arm, relaxing you. The uneasiness you felt now was due to his touch, allowing you to forget about the curse next to you. Not wanting him to see how shy he made you, you pulled away and began walking forward again, motioning for him to follow you. You did a terrible job of hiding your feelings, he was able to see how nervous he made you easily. Geto chose to say nothing, only smirking as he followed you, the curse trailing behind him.

The two of you continued through the forest and looking for Gojo, who was still nowhere to be found. Several small curses popped out from the darkness of the forest here and there. Geto’s curse swiftly destroyed them with ease. You had wanted to use your cursed speech to help exorcise the curses but Geto was too close to you. You wanted to show off in front of him, to see that impressed look directed at you again.

Through the darkness something caught your eye. Geto sensed it too, holding an arm in front of you protectively. The darkness shifted, something dancing through the shadows. He ducked down, pulling you down with him. A big hand clamped over your mouth while his other hand wrapped around your waist. Your back was flush against him, you could feel his heart beating in his chest. His smell engulfed you as you felt him wrap around you.

“Be quiet and stay down.” His breath tickled your ear and made your heart flutter. The loose hair that hung in his face was now brushing against your neck.

The moment and his proximity overwhelmed you, and almost made you lose sight of the bigger issue at hand. You quickly scanned the forest, looking for what had put you both on edge but found nothing. Geto’s curse had ran off in the direction of the sound, searching for the culprit that caused it. Geto’s grip on you loosened slightly as he whispered, “I can’t sense any cursed energy, can you?”

You shook your head slightly, the hand that had been covering your mouth dropped and rested on your shoulder. His other arm released you, allowing you to stand up slowly. Then you heard it, the soft sound of someone crying in the distance.

You looked back at Geto and motioned for him to follow you towards the sound. Before you could start walking, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back behind him as he led the way.

“Stay behind me.” His voice was stern and tense. With slow and careful steps, he led you deeper into the trees, carefully and stealthily, hiding in bushes and behind trees as the sound of crying grew louder. You remained guarded as you got closer and closer. The sound just barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

God why did I agree to this?

You caught a glimpse around him and could make out a man, leaning against a tree with his face buried in his hands. There appeared to be no curses around, just the man, who presented no immediate threat. This relaxed you, as your heartbeat slowed down and the tension in your body disappeared. Geto did not put down his guard, he stayed low and watched the man intensely as if he was waiting for him to attack.

The sound of the man crying chilled you, his sobs were heart-wrenching and painful. You couldn’t help but start walking towards him, slowly assessing what this man was doing out here in the first place. Faintly you heard Geto quietly beckoning you to stay close to him but you ignored him.

The man was dressed in a nice suit, his wrist cladded with a nice Rolex watch as well as expensive looking rings blessing his fingers. A gold wedding ring caught your eye as you looked him over. He looked well groomed, not a hair out of place. The only indication that he had trekked though a dense forest was the mud on his shoes.

As you got closer, you crotched down to his level until you were only a few feet away from him. He didn’t acknowledge your presence unto you gently tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped and looked at you like a deer caught in the headlights. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen. Dark, hollow circled haloed his eyes. His cheeks were stained with tears that he quickly tried to wipe away.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” The man’s voice shook as he backed away from you slightly.

Then you saw the letter and a photograph of a women he was holding in his lap. Then you saw the gun he lay next to him and everything came together. This forest was infamous around the world for being a place where people chose to end their life. This man seemed to be here for that purpose. Bile rose up your throat as you pieced everything together, your stomach churned at the thought.

“Could ask you the same thing.” Geto appeared close behind you, approaching without a sound. His tone and stance were abrasive and unwelcoming.

“Please, leave me be.”

You slowly reached over his lap to attempt to take the gun away but he quickly pulled back from you. Without saying anything, you shot Geto a look, nodding your head to the man. Wordlessly, Geto crouched down to the man’s level and held his hand out.

“Give it. You’re being foolish.”

The man shook his head and swatted Geto’s hand back. The mad grew angry with your attempts to intervene. He picked up the gun and aimed it at Geto, his hand shaking, barely holding it steady. You scooted back away from the man and pulled your mask down, ready to command him to put the weapon down. Your heart thumped hard in your chest as Geto looked down the barrel, unmoving and unresponsive.

“Take your little girlfriend and get the hell out of here!” The man’s voice quivered as he tried to tell Geto off.

Your eyes flickered to Geto’s, noticing the cold stare on his face. It seemed like an eternity had passed before Geto looked over at you, no longer acknowledging the man on the ground.

“This is a waste of time. We need to find Gojo, let’s leave him.”

There was an icy tone in his voice, he stood up tall and began walking away from you. You were taken aback by how callous he was acting in the situation. Frustration bubbled up inside you as you felt helpless in the situation. You focused on the man who had lowered his gun and stared apprehensively at you. You leaned in close and whispered so Geto could not here you say“Put the gun down“.

He immediately dropped the gun on the forest floor. Shocked, he stared at his hand as if it had betrayed him. Quickly, you grabbed the gun, noticing that the gun was light, empty. You sighed with irritation and relief. The relief did not last long before your noticed the pain in your chest and throat. You coughed and rubbed your chest trying to soothe the ache that only grew more painful.

Once your coughing ceased and you were able to take a deep breath, you turned around to Geto. Carefully, you picked words that you felt confident wouldn’t cause the other two any harm. Your voice was rough and uneven as you tried to keep calm and not let your frustration get the best of you.

“We can’t abandon him here. It’s not safe!” Geto clearly had no intention of helping the man, but you couldn’t walk away when someone was in distress.

Geto sucked his teeth and threw you a glance over his shoulder. “I’m not here to save some civilians from themselves. I mean he’s put himself in danger willingly.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets and continued back to the path the two of you have forged before stumbling across the man. His curse bound through the trees to catch up to him and walk alongside him. Desperately you tried to think of something to do or something to say to convince him to change his mind. This version of Geto was alarming, as if he felt nothing. You stared daggers into his back as you watched him walk further away.

Turning your attention back to the man, you saw him stare at you with fear, confused as to what was happening to him. You placed your hand gently on his shoulder and shook him, as if you could shake him out of it. He shoved you off and turned his head away from you before telling you off, pleading for you to leave him alone as Geto had done.

You opened your mouth, about to command him to go home when you felt a chill run down your spine. A sinister aura of cursed energy surged around you and shook you at your core. An overwhelming sense of helplessness and dread washed over you. Through the hum of the trees rustling in the wind, you heard a ominous laugh.

Quickly you looked around, trying to find the spirit that gave off such a menacing presence. Scrambling you shook the man harder until he looked up at you, tears streaming down his face once again.

“Fuck off! What’s your problem? I came out here to join my beautiful wife. You can’t change my mind so just go! There is nothing you can say to make being here without her worthwhile.” He continued to yell and scream in agony.

Above you branches snapped and leaves fell to the ground causing you to look up. Your eyes grew wide as you saw a cured spirit sitting in the tree smiling down at you. It looked like a spirit that had taken a humanoid form, with dark green, mossy skin that helped camouflage it in the leaves. Vines thread around it’s torso like armor, it flicked its hand and the vines moved and weaved around it’s body. Its face was disfigured and twisted in an evil grin. It laughed and mocked you when it noticed you could see it.

You could feel the power emanating from it, it’s energy causing a chilling feeling to seep into your bones. Goosebumps prickles your skin as you sat in the cold and icy aura that had settled around you. You tried to call out for Geto, to pull the man away to safety, to do anything but you were frozen in place. Fear clawed at your insides and made it impossible for you to get your bearings.

I need to move!

The curse slithered further down the tree and closer to you. Your eyes fixated on the curse as you shook. You were afraid. This curse was not like the others you had face, this one was different. It acted like just like a human, forming facial expressions and smiling at you with glee.

Your heart beat reverberated in your chest so loud you thought the curse would be able to hear it. Stuck in a trance, all you could do was pray that you made it out of this alive.

I can’t die here. Not like this.

“Get up!”

Geto returned to your side and pulled on your arm encouraging you to move. His touch thawed your muscles and gave you the courage to move again. The curse laughed loudly, baring its razor-sharp teeth at you.

It began to sing in a shrill voice, “You should end your life.” It repeated the phrase over and over, making you feel sick to your stomach. The man’s eyes locked onto the cursed spirit. He shook violently and shuffled away from the tree; you could see the desperation in his face.

Geto yelled at you to get up and leave the man before forming a hand sign. In an instant, a powerful curse began to emerge from his shadow. A large worm spirit climbed out of the from the ground and laid dormant at Geto’s feet. You watched in awe as he instructed it to attack. The giant worm climbed up the tree, crawling and chasing after the vengeful spirit. The spirits moved from tree to tree, fighting each other as if it was a dance. There was a rhythmic exchange between attacking and defense, neither one ever gaining any ground over the other. It out you in a trance, unable to tear your eyes away from the chaos.

The sound of Geto screaming your name pulled you back into the moment just in time to notice smaller curses emerging from the trees, lurching towards you. Numerous curses charged Geto as well, causing him to call upon more curses to defend him. You scrambled over to the man, pulling him to his feet. He clamored to his feet, his knees buckling under his weight. A curse hit one of the trees next to you, making it sway and creak overhead. The tree threatened to topple and crash on top of you. You leaned over to the man and harshly grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to you until you were able to speak in his ear.

“Run home!” Cursed energy flowing from your lips and to his ear.

Without skipping a beat, the man sprinted away into the forest, running so fast you were worried he would exhaust himself too quickly or get hurt. You hoped that the curse would wear off and he would be able to stop running before he collapsed. Although, staying here would have had a worse outcome for him. A weight had been taken off your shoulders as you watched his figure disappear and presumably head toward safety.

The deafening sound of wood splintering filled your ears, as the tree gave way and tumbled over, plummeting to the earth and falling straight towards you. The tree seemed to move in slow motion as you scrambled to get up and run out of the way. Your movements weren’t going to be fast enough, the tree was collapsing faster than you could react. Panic wracked your body, just as you were preparing for the worst, you were ripped out of the way and into the air.

The tree landed on the forest floor with a loud crash that shook the ground. You watched it rumble and tremble as it settled, its branches and limbs cracking from the impact. The familiar smell of Geto’s cologne relaxed you as you realized you were in his arms again. Beneath you a large bat looking curse kept you and Geto levitating in the air. The motion of riding on the back of this curse made you queezy as it flew down to rest on the ground, far away from the ongoing battle between Geto’s curses and the powerful deity you two had come across.

Once you had landed safely on the ground, Geto grabbed your cheeks between his fingers and forced you to look him in the eyes.

“If you ever risk your life for some stranger again, I’ll make sure you regret it. Now stay out of sight until this is over.”

You fumed at his remark. Who does he think he is to talk to you like that? On the other hand, the way his eyes demanded your submission drove your crazy. Your skin burning up with salacious and impure thoughts. Especially when his silky hair was trickling out of his bun, framing his face, and barely brushing against your skin while he hovered over you.

You pushed yourself up and out of his reach, hoping some distance would help quell the ache growing in your core. He helped you off the curses back, allowing the curse to fly towards where the fight was ongoing. You watched in amazement as Geto orchestrated such a complex dance with his curses. He commanded them with ease, quickly adapting to anything that was thrown at him. It almost made you envious, how in tune he was with his techniques and how skilled he was in combat. Compared to him, you were weak.

You felt helpless. All you could do is watch as he risked his life and did all the work in defeating this curse. Were you just a burden? A burden to everyone around you, not being able to speak without potentially harming yourself or someone around you. Tears prickled your eyes as the frustration built up, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Hey, don’t cry, I’m here to save the day.” You jumped when you heard Gojo’s voice teasing you. He was suddenly standing right next to you, calm and casual with no worry in the world.

His glasses had been discarded and you were blessed with seeing his naked eyes once again. The blue hues danced and swayed, reminding you of the ocean’s current. The weight of his daze was stifling and intoxicating. Simultaneously, you wanted to stare into his eyes forever, but you didn’t know if you could handle being caught in his gaze for that long.

He raised his arm, his index finger pointing out, forming the shape of a gun. His smile was wicked and manic, you could feel the excitement radiating off him. He aimed for the cursed spirit, carefully following its movements with ease. Geto’s cursed spirits continued to fight but he himself had withdrawn, seemingly stepping out of Gojo’s path.

“Wanna see something cool?” He peeked over at you, his fingers still locked onto the curse.

You wiped the budding tears away and nodded unsure of what he was about to do.

The corner of his lips turned up more before he focused again on the battle at hand. You felt his cursed energy devouring the space around you, converging into a small red orb at the tip of his finger. It surged and sucked the air from around you. You looked down and saw pebbles and leaves being suspended inches above the ground as if he had altered gravity itself, as if the earth was holding its breath for him. Like this was the eye of the storm and everything was waiting to for the force stored at his finger tips to be unleased.

“Bang.”

It was loud, like a firework but as destructive as a bomb. The earth parted and paved a path for his cursed energy, barreling through any and everything it came in contact with. Your eyes grew wide with awe as you watched the trees and rocks in the path dissipate into dust. Geto had withdrawn his curses just in time to make it out safely but the cursed spirit they had been fighting took the hit head on. It had been oblivious to Gojo’s attack and was destroyed instantly as if it had never existed.

The aftermath of dust and dirt in the air caused you to cough, making it hard to see just how much of the forest he had carved out. You covered your face until the dust settled, only to be met with Gojo’s all too proud smile beaming down on you.

This was the power of the Gojo clan. It terrified you to know that there’s a single person capable of such destruction and power. As you surveyed the damage, you were thankful that you were on Gojo’s good side.

In the commotion you didn’t notice that Geto had joined you two, standing off to the side.

“I could have handled it, you didn’t need intervene Toru. That would have been a good curse to have.”

Gojo’s proud smile dropped, he rolled his eyes and reached into his pocket to pull out his glasses.

“Didn’t look like it. You almost got her killed.”

“You’re joking right? She would have been fine if she didn't try to help that...” He bit his tongue.

“We are supposed to help civilians, or did you forget that?”

The two began arguing again, getting closer with each snide comment they threw at each other. Their voices echoed through the trees, cutting through the silent ambiance. You stood out of their way as the argument grew more heated about who was better, about who was stronger, and about who was being more arrogant.

You used this time to look around you. Within a short time, this area of forest had been flattened. Erased. The doubts you had about either of them being the “strongest” vanished too. It didn’t seem possible for people to be capable of such devastation.

A long, dramatic sigh brought your attention back to the bickering duo. Exasperated, Gojo slid his glasses back into place, before turning his attention to you, ignoring Geto’s rebuttal.

“And you. You just froze. I’m kinda disappointed.” He shrugged his shoulders and stepped closer to you. He stood directly in front of you, casually brushing off some dirt on your shirt.

“You don’t know how strong you could be princess.”

Your skin tingled at the sound of his pet name for you. You looked over at Geto just in time to see him shake his head and scoff, turning his back on you both.

“I’m sorry.” You voice shook as you whispered, avoiding eye contact with them.

“Can we get going? It’s going to get dark soon.” Geto yelled over his shoulder, his voice clipped. He walked back in the direction of your home.

Gojo tapped your nose playfully, before taking your arm and pulling you to follow Geto. He leaned in close to your ear before whispering to you.

“Don’t worry, stick with me and I’ll make you strong like us. You’ll be my first student, so you better be good for me.”

He gently nipped at your ear causing you to yelp in surprise. Alarmed, Geto turned around to see what had startled you. Gojo smiled innocently and shrugged his shoulders. You bit your lip, once again embarrassed by Gojo’s antics.

“Quit messing with her Satoru.”

The remainder of the walk back was silent, neither of them speaking or acknowledging each other. This experience was supposed to give you some clarity on your cursed technique and skills but it left you feeling inadequate. You reflected on what Gojo had said, considering taking him up on his offer.

It was dusk by the time you got back, beautiful shades of pink and purple kissed the sky as the sun set. It was almost beautiful enough for you to forget everything that had happened but not quite. The man, the curses, Geto and Gojo, it was all too much. Too overwhelning.

“Why do you look so down?” Geto rested his hand on your shoulder.

Hesitantly, you reached up to squeeze his hand, trying to wordlessly convey that you were alright. He gave you a warm and reassuring smile, seemingly returning to the version of Geto that drew you in. The two of you stayed like that for a moment. Neither of you moved or spoke a word but it comforted you. The look in his eyes told you that despite everything that happened, it was all going to be okay. You were okay.

Your heart skipped when he chuckled softly. His gaze wandered down your body slowly before snapping back to meet your eyes.

Gojo pretended to not to notice the way Geto looked at you or the subtle way you squeeze Geto’s hand. The look in your eyes drove him crazy. His thoughts were muddled with a hundred different ways he was going to punish you the next time he had you all to himself.

You slowly pulled away from Geto before heading into your home, motioning the two inside.

Gojo brushed off his irritation, smiling and joking again. “You just can’t get enough of me huh?”

“We should really be heading back.” Geto politely declining your offer. “I’m sorry about how crazy today ended up being.”

You brushed it off, trying to appear nonchalant. Standing in the doorway, you looked at the two men, amazed that these two men were able to turn your world upside down so quickly. Geto walked up to you and pulled you into a hug.

“You did great, don’t beat yourself up love.” He whispered in your ear before he released you. He held your shoulders and leaned in to kiss your cheek, lingering a little to look over your face. He blessed you with an easy smile before turning and standing next to the familiar path, waiting for Gojo.

Geto watched as Gojo approached you next, pulling you into a big bear hug and lifting you off the ground. You laughed and clung onto Gojo as he twirled you around in his arms before setting you down again. Gojo beamed at you, his lopsided grin cheering you up. He stuffed one of his hands into his pocket while he used the other to move your hair out of your face.

“Think about what I said. With training you may be able to control your cursed energy enough to be able to talk to others again. You wouldn’t have to live out here like a hermit.”

You rolled your eyes in response, ignoring his slight jab. His face turned serious while he brushed his thumb along your cheek.

“You really could be powerful. Just think about it. I’ll be back for your answer soon.”

You nodded, moving to close the door when he pulled away. Gojo was about to leave when he felt Geto’s eyes at his back. Suddenly, he hatched a devious idea. Just before you could shut the door, he stopped you, putting his foot in between the door and its’ frame. Gojo pushed the door open pulled you back out before his hands cupped your cheeks as he placed a rough kiss on your lips. He kissed you passionately and intensely.

Startled, you stood frozen for a second, not expecting this kind of affection from him. You closed your eyes after a second while his soft lips moved with yours. The kiss lit a fire in your core that made you ache for him. Gojo bit your lip and moan softly against your mouth. He loved the feeling of your lips on his and your skin under his fingertips. You made him lose himself, forgetting why he had started the kiss to begin with.

You were enamoured and lost in the moment to notice Geto’s eyes boring into the two of you as he watched the two of you. Your heart sped up and your skin burned as you felt your arousal pool between your legs. All too soon, he pulled away from you, leaving you craving more.

“See you soon princess.” He winked at you nonchalantly and turned his back to you as he walked away. He was glad you didn’t notice how flushed his cheeks were or that you didn’t feel his growing bulge in his pants. Once his back was to you, he looked over at Geto, and smiled wickedly, shooting him a wink too. Geto huffed and started walking away without him, clearly annoyed.

Gojo laughed to himself while he ran to catch up to him. He hoped that Geto was seething inside. Once he fell into stride with Geto, he slapped him playfully on the back.

“Told you! She’s something else, don’t you think?” He joked with his friend. Geto offered him a nondescriptive hum and continued down the path. Geto ignored him, jealousy crawling under his skin. He remained quiet, lost in thought about you. He thought about your power, your smile and your beautiful soft lips that he should have kissed earlier, before Gojo had.

Part of him hoped you would take Gojo up on his offer to train you, maybe he would be able to see you more. He would help train you himself, spending more time to get to know you. Although, that meant Gojo would be with you all the time, and that didn’t sit well with him.

“She could be really powerful and dangerous.” Gojo droned on, pulling Geto from his thoughts.

Geto scoffed under his breath and looked over at him. “She already is.”

Gojo looked over at him, his playful tune coming to an end as he noticed his friend’s heated stare. He felt the animosity drafting off of him. Gojo looked away, feeling the tension between the two of them grow but also feeling smug that he had succeeded in making his friend so obviously jealous.

He almost felt bad that he had put you in the middle of them but if this was going to turn into another competition, Gojo was going to win.

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juiles · 1 year

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Can you do reader is Natasha and Wanda's daughter and is secretly dating peter parker, and the found out

I hope this lives up to your expectations!

The best moms in the multiverse.

Summary: in the ask.

Type: fluff.

Triggers: mentions of hydra.

Masterlist!

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Growing up in the compound was amazing. You had spent the last 12 years of your life there after your moms adopted you at 3 years old. You were the kid of a high up in the rankings, Hydra couple and the first three years you spent being tested on and learning to fight. You were supposed to be Hydras greatest weapon as you had the DNA of Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff in you.

When you were rescued by the Avengers, they did a DNA test on you to see if they could find your biological parents and they did. It just happened to be a couple inside the tower. Natasha and Wanda were ecstatic to have a kid together as they always wanted a family together. You were a very happy kid after that.

You were so very loved. The whole team took on different roles in your life. You loved having your moms most though. They were your best friends. Natasha and Wanda snuggled you to sleep every night, even when on missions, you always had either one of them until you were 10 then one of your aunts or uncles were always there.

As you grew up, you became best friends with Peter Parker, MJ and Ned. The 4 of you were inseparable and you were always found somewhere in the compound playing games then as you get older, video games and reading. Around 6 months ago, Peter asked you out in a date. You said yes and for the last 6 months, you two had been secretly dating without Tony (Peters pseudo dad) or your moms knowing.

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You were sat on the couch, both of your moms, Tony and most of your uncles were out on a mission. Pepper was left with you two however, she had run out to a last minute meeting, leaving the two of you alone in the compound.

You had your legs curled up underneath you while your head was against Peters chest with his arms wrapped around you. You were watching a movie and you had fallen asleep. Peter shifted so you were laying on top of him and he threw a blanket over the two of you before falling asleep himself.

You woke up feeling a pair of hands running through your auburn hair and you smiled softly as you woke up. “Mornin’ Pete…” You muttered into his chest before you felt his hands wrap around your waist tighter making you realize it wasn’t his hand in your hair, rather the soft hands that belonged to your magic wielding mother. You froze slowly looking up to look into the green eyes of the witch.

“Hi mom…” You said quietly before your heard a cough and your head whipped around to face your assassin of a mother. “Mama! Hey!” You said quickly whipping up out of Peters arms. “You’re home from the mission early!”

“Yeah. We finished early so figured we would take our darling daughter out for a special breakfast.” Wanda said with a smirk, her Sokovian accent out on full display, showing her strong emotions.

“Instead, we found her, shirtless, laying on top of her best friend on the couch with hickeys on her neck.” Natasha finished, her classic hard glare out, an eyebrow raised, her arms crossed against her chest. “Parker. Pepper and Tony are waiting in the lab.” She said swiftly making the boy jump up and run off.

“Mama i can explain!” You said raising your hands before her hard glance shot to you You instantly curled up in on yourself biting your lip.

Wanda sat beside you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, her thumb rubbing against your arm. “We aren’t mad Detka.” She murmured softly, Nat sat on your other side. “I promise we aren’t. Just confused. You don’t hide things from us so we’re just confused.”

“I didn’t mean-“ You got cut off from a small cough from your mom. “I was worried you wouldn’t be okay with us dating…”

“Why wouldn’t we moya lyubov’? We’ve known Peter forever. We know he’ll treat you right.” Natasha said rubbing your back. She looked up at Wanda shocked when they heard a small sniffle. “Baby. My love. What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” You broke down sobbing into your hands. “I’m sorry I kept a secret! Please don’t hate me!” Wanda choked on a breath and pulled you so you were curled up on her lap, Natasha squatted in front of you.

“Baby. No one is mad! We aren’t mad at you! Detka we could never hate you!” Natasha said, cupping your cheeks, rubbing a thumb over your cheek, wiping the tears.

“You are our miracle y/n. We could NEVER hate you. Especially not over something this small!” Wanda said smothering your head in kisses.

“P-promise?” You sniffled looking at both your moms with wide eyes. They both instantly smothered you in kisses repeating yes over and over again

After a few minutes of everyone calming down, yky were cuddled up between the two of them on the couch, your head resting on Natasha’s chest, Wanda rubbing your legs. “So… is he good to you?” Natasha asked raising her eyebrow.

“Mama!” You groaned burying your head into her neck more. “Yes… he’s amazing… he’s so nice and sweet and always ALWAYS puts me first. I think i love him… mom how do you know when you’re in love? How did you know you were in love with mama?”

“Love is a weird thing malyshka.” Wanda said rubbing your calves. “Your mama and I were really close as friends. She helped me when i got out of Hydra. We realized our feelings after one of Tony’s parties and she was helping me calm down after a panic attack. I realized that she had been the best thing to happen to me and that I felt butterflies in my stomach when she held my hand or gave me a hug. I started imagining our future together and told her and she said she felt the same. Love can be scary but it’s the best thing in the world.”

“I think i love him mama…” You muttered before looking up at your two moms with a smile that would always brighten their lives. “But, i love my moms more. I have the best moms in the multiverse.”

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౨ৎ Pure FLUFF, mentions of blood

♡ Ahh yess Kobeni this little ball of anxiety still wonders how she even managed to pull someone like you, to be fair you both were close friends because the both of you had lots of similar things in common, and overtime you both eventually started to develop feelings for eachother, and boom it happened

♡ Obviously you had to ask her out because she DOES NOT have courage to do something like that, she probably be so happy if you got the hint that she’s just too shy

♡ Poor baby girl cries everytime you gift her something, whether it be something as simple as a worthless gift she’d cherish it

♡ When I say Kobeni LOVESS bear hugs she loves them so so so much, if you are smaller then her she’d try to be bold and bear hug you for comfort but if you’re bigger then her she’d like to be underneath you while you give her a hug

♡ Cheek kisses are very frequent by her, at first at the start of the relationship she was very shy, and she made you do most of the stuff, but then she eventually gained some confidence and decided to start off with cheek kisses

♡ When you guys had your first date it was located at a small diner not too far from Kobeni’s house, so when you guys eventually met up at the diner she was so happy to finally enjoy herself with the love of her life <3

♡ even tho Kobeni is not the best fighter… she is willing to protect you at all costs and she hopes you can do the same

♡ I have a feeling Kobeni met you before she quit her job so often at times she would come home in the blood of devils that she didn’t kill herself, rather her partner did but she’d still be drenched in it and she’d ofter you to take a bath with her, obviously you said yes!

♡ There can be times where Kobeni does have trouble speaking for herself so she’d need a lot of your help my poor babygirl :(

♡ Kobeni LOVESS ice cream, obviously you guys had a cute ice cream date at a board walk on a beach

♡ One day you’d eventually have to meet Kobeni’s shitty parents, once you almost went off on them for disrespecting Kobeni, you and Kobeni got kicked out because of the ruckus ☠️

♡ Last but not least Kobeni would secretly save up money for the both of you to go on a nice trip. She wanted a day where she could be alone with you without any devils or family nonsense, she just wanted you.

#earphonejackx #x reader #soft icons #csm x reader #x y/n #chainsaw man #headcanon #chainsaw man x reader #kobeni #kobeni x reader #kobeni csm #kobeni chainsaw man #idk #WLW?

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my-moony-and-padfoot · 7 months

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A hand to hold

Word count: 3 500

TW: eating problems, disordered eating talking about it and mentions of throwing up etc. It's set in the fifth book, kind of, it doesn't really matter but anyway Note: I wrote almost all of this in one sitting, so even though I've proofread this twice now there still might be weird bits here and there. Because quite literally this is written in the span of five hours, just my thoughts flowing, I hope you can follow :)

Sirius stared at the plate of food in front of him, there wasn't a lot, some vegetables, and chicken, but he didn't really feel like eating, the thought just made him feel sick. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths before looking around. Tonks was sitting across from him, eating her food and chatting with Ginny, then glanced at Molly who was at the end of the table, she was already done, her head resting on her hand as she waited for everyone else to be done as well, so she could clean.

He glanced back down at his plate, swallowing down the growing sickness, before looking away. The seat on his right was empty, there was no one he could hold hands with secretly underneath the table. A simple gesture, but it just felt like home. It was something they had done since they were kids, and every time Remus was away he missed it and realized how important it actually was to him. It had been a week now and Remus should've been back yesterday, so he was starting to get worried.

Eventually, he ate a few pieces of the chicken and a few slices of the steamed carrots. It didn't really taste like anything, but at the same time it tasted too much, making him feel sick, but Sirius did his best to ignore that feeling.

When people started to be done and left the kitchen, Sirius decided to stay behind and do the cleaning, letting Molly go do whatever else she had on her endless to-do list. She thanked him before leaving the kitchen, and he just smiled before focusing on the task. Though they didn't always come along, he still liked to help her every now and then. Right now, he just needed something to do, something to do to stop the continuous buzzing in his brain.

He gathered everyone's used dishes, emptying them and washing them by hand. He had always liked washing the dishes by hand even though he could use magic, Sirius just liked doing it like that. When he was done washing and drying them, he set them back into their places.

After the kitchen was cleaned, he went upstairs and into his bedroom, well, what was now his bedroom. He had refused to sleep in his childhood bedroom, though he hadn't told the reason to anyone, not even to Remus when he had asked. The things that had happened there he had always kept to himself, and he would do it in the future too.

He was tired and wanted to sleep, it felt like he was always tired, no matter how much he'd sleep, he'd be tired even if he did nothing but lay in bed, he was just tired. He sat down on his bed, grabbing Remus' jumper from the floor where it had been left a week ago. It still faintly smelled like Remus; vanilla, and occasional cigarettes, but it wasn't enough to soothe the ache in his chest he felt when he thought about Remus.

The smell was comforting, it had always been, ever since their days in Hogwarts, it just was something he had found comfort in even in the hardest of times. That was one of the things he had missed the most during those twelve years, and still, he missed it every time Remus was away.

It was only afternoon, he had already decided not to come out of his bedroom before the next morning, so he changed into the red checkered pyjama pants, pulling Remus' jumper over his head. There was an old record player in the corner of the room, the only thing he had brought from his old bedroom. He put some classical music to play in the background, not liking the quietness of the room.

Then he laid down in the middle of his bed on his side, grabbing a pillow to hug, needing something to hold, so he could ground himself because Remus wasn't there, or no one else for that matter.

Sirius was really starting to be worried about Remus, he was meant to be back yesterday, and he wasn't. He knew Remus didn't like being where he was now, so he didn't really understand why he'd stay there for longer than he needed to.

Maybe something had happened? Something bad and he just didn't know, or simply wasn't told. What if it had been a rough full moon, and he had gotten really ill after because that happened often. Remus also didn't like to be alone after his transformation, and even though Sirius knew he technically wouldn't be alone, still he had this dreadful feeling that something was horribly wrong.

Lately, he had been thinking about Azkaban a lot, and every so often he felt like he was still there. It was this weird memory of cold stone wall on his back, the wind blowing through the bars at the small window, the Dimentors sweeping past. The incredible coldness he could feel deep in his bones, the coldness that wasn't just a feeling, but rather an emotion that made him forget and feel forgotten. It reminded him of all those nights he had spent looking at the moon, sometimes it was full, sometimes creasing, and sometimes it matched the tattoo inked on his wrist. But every time the moon came up, it brought Remus to his mind, his moony.

There was this reappearing thought where he felt like he was still prisoned, like he had always been. Like he had gone from one prison to another all his life. When he was a child, he had been locked up in his home until school, then he had spent twelve years of his life in Azkaban knowing he was innocent. And now, he was here again, back at his childhood home, without permission to go outside.

Like was trapped inside this house, no way to escape, but at the same time nothing to escape from anymore. His parents weren't there anymore, none of the horrible things he had to go through wouldn't happen anymore, it was only a memory. Maybe it was that, maybe it was the memories making him feel trapped and stuck in the same place.

It was almost three hours later when he heard a knock at his door, pulling him out of his thoughts. As he got up he realized that the music had stopped as well, how hadn't he noticed? Maybe he had drifted off or something.

Getting up made his head spin slightly, and he had to wait a moment to gain balance, but he decided to just ignore it. Sirius opened the door, seeing Tonks standing there with a cup of tea in her hands. “I thought you'd like some tea.” She said with a smile, giving the cup to Sirius, who smiled back, even though he felt nothing like smiling. He set the cup down onto the dresser next to the door, leaning against the door frame to keep himself upright as he looked at Tonks. The dizziness had grown over the past few hours more than he had expected it to, and it was hard to keep himself balanced. “Everything alright, Sirius?”

“Mm yes. Just tired. Don't worry, Dora.” She nodded, though gave him a pointed look because of the name. “Alright sorry, thanks for the tea though.”

“You're welcome.” Tonks smiled again. “Have you- Have you heard anything from Remus?” Sirius shook his head, looking away momentarily, the same dreadful feeling coming rushing back. “I'm sure he'll be back soon, try not to worry too much.”

Sirius nodded with a small smile, looking back at her, playing with a loose thread on the sleeve of his jumper. “Albus visited.” She said after a moment of silence.

“Oh.”

“Nothing new, just repeating old things, everyone didn't even have to be there.” Sirius nodded. “Anyway, I just wanted to see you before I go.”

“Say hello to your mum and dad for me.” Sirius smiled, and tonks nodded, suddenly pulling Sirius into a hug. It took him by surprise, and the tight grip hurt, but he hugged her back, patting her back a few times. “see you.”

“See you, bye, Siri.” He waved at her before slipping back into his bedroom and closing the door behind him. He grabbed the tea cup, sitting down at the desk with it, he glanced at himself in the small mirror, not really liking what he saw there. He took a small sip of the tea, it was made in the way he liked it to be, lots of honey, but today was one of those days when the sweetness of it made him want to throw up.

It wasn't the first time this was happening, Sirius knew the feeling all too well, but he never said it out loud. He didn't exactly know what it was or where it came from and why it happened. The feeling just came, and stayed, not going away.

But it had always sort have been there, the weird feeling that came with eating every now and then. When they were in school, it always got worse after the holidays, he always got thinner during the summer and Christmas breaks, and Remus had always been the one to notice. It always took some time until he'd admit what he had been doing, and talk about it and let Remus actually help.

When he was in Azkaban, he didn't get to choose what he'd eat and when he'd eat or how much. There was this same small portion of food each day, and Sirius wasn't sure if he liked that or not. But when he got out of there, he continued in that same routine without even realizing what happened until it was a little too late.

Remus had once again been the one to notice what he was doing and how he kept getting thinner and thinner whenever they saw each other. And for a few months it had been better, he had been doing good, but some time ago, it had taken a turn for the worse once again. Sirius did realize that it always got worse when Remus was away because then there was no one keeping an eye on him and his eating habits. He could do whatever he pleased without making anyone throwing worried glances at him and asking him to eat. Though sometimes he missed that too, missed the worried glances and someone just caring.

His tea had gone cold, not that it mattered, he wasn't going to drink it. He did appreciate the gesture, and he could tell tonks had seen him during dinner, and that he simply didn't eat. Because she usually didn't come to say goodbyes to him that often, she did that only when she was worried, but not worried enough to say it out loud.

Sirius got back into bed, this time getting under the covers and just listening. Someone was walking up the stairs, someone was pacing around in the bedroom above him. Doors closing and opening, stairs creaking because no one else but him knew which ones to avoid.

But after a while those sounds died out too, everyone had gone to bed, or at least locked themselves into their bedrooms. But Sirius couldn't find himself to fall asleep as the clock ticked on. He was too worried, too unwell and too scared. There was just too much of everything.

It was a few hours later when Sirius heard the front door opening downstairs, immediately making him scared, though he knew no one he didn't know had access to this place. Then someone walked up the stairs, but none of them creaked, Sirius turned to lay on his side, so he'd be facing the door.

The light that was on shined into the hallway in a way that Sirius could see the shadow of whoever would walk past. When the shadow came, it stopped in front of his door, and then the door slowly creaked open, and Remus slipped in, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Hi.” He smiled, looking at Sirius, who smiled back with a small, but genuine smile. “I thought you'd be sleeping already.” Remus said, starting to change his clothes into something much more comfortable than what he was wearing.

When he was dressed in his pyjamas and a new clean jumper, he sat down on the edge of the bed, next to Sirius. “Why are you not sleeping?”

“Dunno.”

“Just can't sleep?” Remus started to play with Sirius' hair, twirling the curls with his fingers. Sirius shrugged. “Okay.”

“Cuddles?” Sirius asked quietly, looking up at Remus who smiled, nodding before he laid down. Sirius rested his head onto Remus' chest, closing his eyes with a content sigh. “I missed you.” He whispered, throwing one of his legs over Remus', who wrapped his arms around Sirius.

“Missed you too.” He whispered into Sirius' hair. "m'sorry, they just wouldn't let me leave when I wanted to. And Albus sent me a letter about something I had to do before I could come back.”

Sirius nodded, snuggling closer to Remus. “you're still a jumper thief.” Remus said, and Sirius could hear the slight grin in his voice. Remus had been calling him a thief as long as he could remember, he hadn't done it in a while, though. “Did twelve years teach you nothing about law?”

Sirius smiled slightly, but he didn't want to think about that now. “Don't, re. Please.”

“Okay, sorry.” He whispered, before letting the silence fall over them. Remus gently rubbed Sirius' side over his jumper, then he let his hand slip underneath his jumper. He felt Sirius' ribs, and hip bone, but Remus was sure that they stuck through more than they had before.

He felt bad that Sirius did it to himself, he didn't always do it on purpose, but sometimes he did and it always worried Remus. Sirius looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, his hair was tangled from the back and his lips chapped, like he'd forgotten to take care of himself.

“Love?” He whispered after a while, and Sirius hummed, fluttering his eyes open. “How have you been sleeping?”

“Just fine.”

“Don't have to lie to me, y'know.” He said gently, not wanting to push Sirius into talking if he didn't want to, but knowing at the same time that it would be better if they talked, it always helped, and Sirius knew that too. “I only want to help you, yeah? Don't want anything bad for you.”

“Can't sleep. It's like my mind is running all the time.” He mumbled. “Been having bad dreams.”

“You've been having more nightmares?” Sirius nodded. “poor baby.” Remus whispered, kissing his head. “When was the last time you ate?” Remus asked, dreading the answer, as usually, it wasn't anything good.

“Today.”

“Properly, Sirius.”

“I don't know. A few days ago?” He said slowly, and quietly. “Just don't feel well. I feel sick.”

“You feel sick 'cause you haven't eaten.” Remus said, waiting for Sirius' reaction before continuing. But it didn't come, he stayed quiet, starting to draw shapes on Remus' side with his finger. “And if you don't eat, you'll start feeling even more sick. I know it's hard, I know love, but you need to eat.”

Sirius shook his head. “c'mon, look at me.” He whispered softly, and Sirius nodded slightly, shifting, so he could look at Remus, his chin resting on Remus' chest. “Tell me what you're thinking about?”

“I don't know, Remus.” He said. “It just feels so- wrong. It's stupid.”

“It's not.” Remus said, brushing a loose curl behind Sirius' ear. “You said you are today, what did you have?”

“Some vegetables and a small piece of chicken.” He admitted quietly. “Dora brought some tea.”

“Did you drink it?” Sirius shook his head, hiding his face into Remus' chest. “That's alright. Don't worry. Let's get up.”

“No.” He protested, not wanting Remus to drag him downstairs and eat something, like he knew Remus would do. He always did. He appreciated it, yes, and knew it was for the better, but still, he still didn't want it. “Remus, please no.”

“Sirius?” He whispered, and Sirius looked back at him. “I know you don't want to, but you look like you're going to pass out any minute. And I'd rather not have that. Let's get up.”

Sirius nodded slowly, moving to let Remus up from underneath him. Then he slowly sat up and inched closer to the edge of the bed, the ever-growing dizziness was even worse now than it had been when tonks came. He was usually very used to the constant nausea and dizziness, but sometimes it just tipped on the side of too much.

He looked up at Remus, who smiled slightly, offering his hand to Sirius. He let Remus pull him up from bed by his hand, the sudden upright position made his head spin, and he closed his eyes. He did notice the hands holding on to his shoulders, it did help to steady himself on his feet.

“Ready to go?” He asked after a moment, and Sirius nodded slightly, looking up at Remus, he looked really worried now, and it made Sirius feel bad. Remus took his hand, slowly leading him out of the room and down the stairs.

When they got down to the kitchen, he sat down on the chair, tucking his knees up to his chest as he watched Remus look through the cupboards.

Then there were two slices of toast and a glass of water set in front of him, and Remus sat across from him with a tea cup. “You don't have to eat all of it, and I can find something else for you if you'd like, but just something, please?”

Sirius nodded, staring at the two lightly buttered slices, taking a few deep breaths, but eventually, he just hit his forehead on his knees, not wanting to look at it anymore.

It broke Remus' heart to watch Sirius struggle so much, it broke it even more that there was nothing he could do or say to make it better. The only thing he could do was to be there with him, trying to support him the best he could and offer comfort when he needed it. Even though he didn't exactly understand why Sirius did this or why it happened, he didn't know the reason behind it, but he'd still be there, the reason didn't really matter.

He reached across the table, placing his hand over Sirius' shaking one that was resting on his knees. He gave it a reassuring squeeze, before intertwining their fingers together.

It took some time until Sirius finally looked up, he first glanced at Remus, then at the plate that was still in front of him. His eyes looked wet, like he was on the verge of crying and like he had been holding the tears for a while. “Talk to me.” He whispered softly, rubbing small circles into Sirius' wrist with his thumb.

“I feel really sick.” Sirius whispered. “I can't Rem. I just- I don't want to. I can't.”

“Yeah you can, I know you can.” Remus said, looking Sirius in the eyes, he was looking back at him, but not really, there was just something off, but Remus could quite tell what it was. “But I also know it's scary and difficult, and there's nothing wrong with feeling like this, absolutely nothing.”

Sirius nodded slowly, looking down at the plate, biting his lip. “I know you're feeling awful and sick right now. But you're going to feel worse if you continue this.” Remus tried to reason, but at the same time he tried not to be too harsh because that wasn't good either. “Just have a small bit? And let's see how you feel after?”

Sirius nodded after a minute, glancing at Remus, before letting go of his hand, he grabbed one of the slices, taking a small bite after a few deep breaths. He closed his as he slowly chewed on the piece, it soon turned into tasteless mush that felt impossible to swallow down, but eventually, he managed.

He wasn't sure if it made the nausea or the spinning in his head worse or if it did nothing, so he took another small bite. It didn't feel good, but it didn't exactly feel bad either. He wasn't sure what the feeling was, so he let it be, taking a few more bites of the toast, though still chewing for way too long.

Sirius could feel Remus' worried gaze on him the whole time, but he didn't mind. He knew Remus was worried and that he couldn't help it, he had always done it, ever since they were young. It was fine. It wasn't the judgmental type of staring that he didn't like, and was used to, it wasn't that, so it was okay.

It took a long until Sirius was done with the first slice, but time didn't matter, it was just important that he ate. “Feel like you can eat the other one?” Remus asked, and Sirius shook his head, glancing at him as if to check it was okay. He nodded, getting up from the chair, grabbing his tea cup and Sirius' plate, quickly cleaning them.

When he was done, he walked back over to Sirius, who set down the now empty glass of water. Sirius looked up at him, his eyes still looked shiny and he just looked so sad. Remus reached his hand to cup his cheek, gently running his thumb over the sharp cheekbone.

He leaned down to kiss Sirius' forehead, who closed his eyes, focusing on it. When Remus leaned back, he offered his hand to Sirius, pulling him up and into a hug when he took it.

Sirius hid his face into Remus' neck, holding on tightly, as if Remus would just slip away. The slow gentle hand going up and down his spine, soft whispers into his hair, and the steady breathing made him feel calm and gave something to focus on.

“Let's go to bed, love.” Remus whispered after a while, and Sirius nodded slightly, taking a few more moments before pulling away from the warm embrace, letting Remus take his hand again and lead up to their bedroom.

A/N:

Hello, hope you enjoyed this one :) and could follow it just fine.

I like the idea of Sirius and Tonks having some kind of a relationship, that they care for each other because they're cousins so I thought I'd add that into this, hope you liked it too

This one is a little different than what I usually write, it has very little dialogue, because most of my works are more dialogue than describing things, if you know what I mean. It was fun to write though. It also has significantly less pet names than what I usually use, but I thought it wouldn't have fit as well in this

Anyway, take care, see you

(please tell me if there's something else I should tag)

#sirius black #remus lupin #sirius orion black #remus john lupin #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #wolfstar #fluff #fluff?#fluff and angst #angst #disordered eating mention #tw eating issues #tw disordered eating #disordered eating thoughts #eating disoder trigger warning #order of the phoenix #tw emetophobia

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levmada · 2 years

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Congratulations on 1k followers! I request soft sex with canon verse Levi

i didn’t know which starter you meant specifically, so i just chose one<3: “I want to taste you.” I hope you enjoy san

secretly based on this post by @bibblelevi tbh

content/warnings: everyone is a switch, spitting, overstimulation, crying (dacryphilia), oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, light mentions of depression at the beginning, dumbification, praise&degradation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), some impact play

wc: ~2.9k

Levi, at the best of times, will only “admit” that something is wrong with his more obvious tells.

Tonight, when you suggested you have a cup of tea over paperwork, he silently brewed a pot, and silently returned your empty cups to the kitchen afterwards without asking if you wanted more.

For all that time, he remained so lost in his own mind that it took a few tries of his name to answer. Multiple times, you caught him rubbing the bridge of his nose, nursing a headache.

You catch him in the doorway to your shared bedroom now, his harness and jacket removed, but nothing else: a sign he plans to rest in his chair tonight instead of your bed.

You pout. “By the way you’ve been acting, I thought the last thing you’d want is back pain.”

“I haven’t been acting like anything,” he argues. No hesitation.

“So your back doesn’t hurt?”

“It’s—” His eyes dart away while he finds the word. “—manageable.”

You frown. While you can tell he’s waiting for you to move out of his way, a glare beginning to mark that worry line between his brow, you don’t.

“I could still give you a massage to help with that.”

“I had a good day,” he replies bluntly. “So if some pathetic back pain isn’t manageable, something else would’ve killed me already. Move.”

That stings. No. You refuse to be pushed away when something’s clearly wrong.

You plant both your hands down on the doorway to block his path. “I don't think you’d be trying to joke about death if you had a good day.”

He shrugs his jacket higher over his arm, glares harder. As if he could move you aside with his eyes.

“Levi,” you sigh, more gentle. “I’m not moving unless you make me move.”

And you both know how easy that would be for him to do.

“…Good things happened,” he acquiesces after a short sigh. Then, for the first time, he actually looks at you, eyes dull and tired, and you figure out the problem. When the cause of a shitty day is unexplainable—when, by all accounts, things went well—shitty days with a reason seem better in comparison.

“But, you feel like the opposite,” you guess.

He rubs the bridge of his nose once more, jaw tightening with irritation. “Should’ve expected this.”

“I want to help you.”

“How do you solve a problem when there’s no fucking cause for it?” he snaps.

He sees the flash of surprise on your face after that sudden explosion, and stammers. His leathers swish as he protectively pins his arm across his middle.

“Look, this is pointless. So I’m leaving.”

“Levi, please.”

“Move.”

You stay right where you are, nor does Levi make any movement to push past you. A stalemate.

“You’re right,” you compromise. “It’s kind of impossible to solve a problem that doesn’t have a cause, so forget about that.”

You take a step or two until you’re standing directly underneath the doorway, and touch his shoulders.

“What do you mean?”

“Wow,” you murmur. “You’re really tense.”

With nimble fingertips, you begin to rub into the hard muscles, just a little, and he hisses through his teeth. His shoulders drop.

“Don’t worry about solutions. Just tell me what you think will make you feel better.”

A heavy swallow. Even in his face you see his resolve wavering. By the way his eyes flutter closed and his utter failure to push you away, you know it’s been bad.

“Levi, baby…”

It’s ridiculously easy to get him to submit.

“I...” A blush rises to his cheeks. “What, you want something specific?”

“Not really.”

Just briefly, you stop massaging to take his uniform jacket over your own arm before they land on his shoulderblades. He shudders.

Gazing into his eyes, you see that he’s still lost. “Give me one thing, and I’ll take care of the rest. It’s not your job to worry about me making you feel better.”

His adam’s apple visibly bobs when he swallows. Whatever he was going to say is interrupted by a soft grunt as you work your massage higher up his lean shoulders.

“What do you want, honey?”

His lips move soundlessly before his hands come up for support from your waist. “…Y-You.”

You nibble on the inside of your cheek. When you press your foreheads together, his eyes flutter shut.

“Me?”

“Is that specific enough?”

You kiss his lips, humming faintly. They’re a little dry, which you remedy with a slow swipe of your tongue.

The slow sigh that results shakes, so you tilt your head and lay your hand on his jaw, guiding him. Just like that, he’s putty in your hands.

You pull away first, something stirring in you by the way he licks his lips. That blush is deeper now.

“Do you have anything more specific in mind?” you ask.

He blinks slowly, something he tends to do when he needs to think (given he has the privilage of time to do so).

“Take your time.” You kiss below his jaw.

His chest rises. “I want to taste you,” he whispers into your hairline. “I want...”

A distraction, and a damn good one; to make you feel good in order to not feel the guilt of taking your attention.

He can’t bring himself to say anything to that effect out loud, but you seem to understand.

Heat stirs below your waist. “I’d love that,” you breathe, and as you speak, you slide his hands up underneath your top, caressing warm skin.

He follows your lead, sighs around the warm squeeze of your soft tits. A firm flick has you humming shakily.

Again, your lips glide softly together. He wants it slow.

His warm lips follow up your jaw until his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “Take this off.”

Shivers take you over as your hands fall around your waist. He pulls you on unsteady legs to the bed, the mattress springs whining as you drop onto your back.

Levi follows right after you to peel your pants away. He has the patience to toss them aside in something resembling neatness, but not to move right onto the delicate hems of your panties.

“Panties, too,” he grunts. “You’ll get them dirty, if they haven’t already.”

With a good-natured huff you roll your eyes—to play off the fact that he’s right, your panties are a little dark between your thighs, wet.

“Knew it.” The tiniest quirk has his lips as he yanks those right off too.

Your legs reflectively shut as your cunt is exposed to the balmy air, only for him to spread them apart and shuffle until the bottoms of your thighs touch the tops of his.

Your eyes pop wide in surprise as he sighs softly between kisses that trail down from the between your breasts. His touch is firm, but fleeting.

You ruffle his hair. “Not even gonna tease me?”

He doesn’t have the patience to say anything. You’re shot nothing but an annoyed glance before your thighs are abruptly spread wide and flat. He gets comfortable on his belly and ducks down to coat the long line between your thigh and pelvis with his tongue.

“Levi,” you whisper. “Please.”

“No matter what I do, you’re gonna get wet. And I don’t feel like working for it.”

“But... How can I make it better for you?”

Levi gets off on teasing you, that’s no secret.

“You keep your legs open, and come on my tongue,” he speaks into the fat of your thigh, smearing open-mouthed kisses further and further up. “You can never be patient, huh?”

Your thighs twitch involuntarily as he sinks his teeth in, then jerk. Practiced fingertips swim through your slit, then smear your sticky cum all over your clit.

You gasp, fucking up towards his face. Fuck, it’s been a while.

He was right: No matter what he does. “‘kay, fuck, anything you want.”

Soft blue-greys, more silvery by the light of a lone lantern, flicker up towards you. “Is that not what you had in mind?”

You underestimated how shitty he has been feeling. If Levi doesn’t want to tease, if he can still be doubting himself while you’re squirming above him, he must be feeling bad—much more than he let on.

“Please,” you reassure. “You’re perfect.”

A heavy sigh, more like a groan, vibrates your lip, where his tongue follows up and up.

Little gasps hitch up in your throat. Your hips twitch in the direction of his mouth, begging wordlessly.

Clearly he meant what he said, proven when his heavy tongue drags through your slit. He moans.

“Oh, fuck!” you whine, thighs jerking shut—or trying. You didn’t expect that.

A breathy sigh sinks into a low groan. You forget, you’ve both been so busy that it’s been too long for him, too.

Levi, somehow, always finds the patience to take his sweet time. The muscles of his forearm draw taut over your thigh, the other spreading your cunt wide open leaves your hole quivering around air.

With each eager push of his tongue through your pussy, narrowly avoiding your swollen clit, your hole drools more and more for him.

More.

You lie gaping up at the ceiling, overtaken by shivers, by his hot, seeking tongue—“Lev’, more!”

Your hips roll with his tongue that briskly sweeps up and down until your heavy breaths grow into panting. “L-Lick my clit, fucking, please.”

His swift licking doesn’t acquiesce. Before you can help it, your thighs are working to squeeze his head, pinning his ears, and he actually whines. Strained, wanting.

“Ah. Really want me to suffocate you?”

His nose glistens as he looks up and asks back, “Really wanna keep asking me stupid fucking questions?”

That tone, he uses to order his men around—it makes you want to fall down to your knees. You’d do anything to hear him whine like that again. Your clit throbs.

You don’t answer fast enough, and Levi doesn’t wait to squirm backwards, pop open his collar, and lay your thigh flat.

He pins it down using his elbow, and with two thumbs, he spreads your pussy open again. His flat tongue licks a long, wide stripe from your twitching hole to your clit.

Your cry breaks the air. “Right there!”

You don’t see him squirming, you only feel three fingers rapidly tugging down on your clit so you cry out for him again.

Then, fucking finally, his searing mouth falls down around the source of your ache and begins to suckle. A moan is forced from you.

Your thighs all but close around his head. If he wants you to suffocate him, you will, and if he wants your cum on his tongue, your hand will fly down to his hair to encourage him to take it.

The instant you take a fistful and tug, a louder moan vibrates your twitching clit.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Don’t fucking stop, baby.”

With the flat of his tongue, he rubs slow and purposeful, massaging.

“F-Faster.”

On cue, his tongue swirls around and around, becoming more frantic. It’s like all he wants to do is make you feel good, nothing else.

“That’s a good boy,” you say shakily, only for your voice to crack at the urgency he then pushes between your legs, shoving your head further up on the pillows.

Your climax rises in you, but your panting isn’t as loud as the squelching noises as he devours your cunt.

“Fuck,” he mumbles into your swollen clit. His tongue flits down and circles your rim, eyes tightly shut as you force his head down. “Th-Think I’m…”

You don’t hear him. “Getting close,” you warn, surprise lacing your tone. “Holy shit, p-perfect fucking mouth Levi, fuck.”

Your hips practically use his mouth for a fucktoy, but he gives you more, licking turning frantic. Your back begins to lift, and his fingers haven’t even dipped into your pussy yet.

You moan, "Gods, don't stop, d-don't—" you toss your head back, “fucking good boy, fuck!”

Your loud moan hits the air on as you fly over a high edge. A loud slurping sound can be heard before his raspy groan vibrates your clit, making you come so much harder, making you see stars.

You ride out the waves on his tongue. If your head wasn’t thrown back, blindly fucking up into his perfect mouth, you’s see his hips rolling into the mattress in the exact same way.

The sparks ebb away slowly, not that Levi is stopping. He’a barely slowing.

You twitch, which dissolves into full squirming. You’re only forced to peal open your eyes when two fingers easily bury into your spasming hole. They slide against your walls, over that spot, in quick thrusts, just when you thought you were calming down.

“Fuck!” you squeak, softly thrashing. The second one is always more intense that that first, and it’s washing over you strong.

“Gonna come again,” you whimper. “Gonna, gonna—”

You cum again, much harder than the first time. He has to pry your stubborn thigh back so you can enjoy it.

Now, your cunt meekly throbs. Levi’s tongue is fucking searing.

“Please!” Your chest wracks with a dry sob. Hell if you know what you’re even begging for. “L-Levi.”

The deep red blush all over his face seems almost shiny thanks to your cum. His eyes are half-lidded—are they even open?—once he finally pulls away from your used pussy. Again his hips shift, pressed to mattress, and his eyes flutter. He’s getting off on this.

You don’t have the mind right now to process that Levi came from eating your pussy alone. Instead your head falls back, whimpering from the heavy twitching, oversensitive.

Light panting puffs your slick inner thigh—his stamina is never not insane to you—before his tongue darts out and laps it up.

“Ngh.” Levi grunts from your sudden pull on his hair. Just like that, three fingers slide into your cunt with less than no resistance. You suck them in eagerly despite trying to shy away.

His fingers struggle to curl. “Greedy. Just anything gets you off, huh. What a good whore.”

His point his proven when your whine rises into a wail as he struggles to bully in a fourth finger into your rapidly fluttering cunt.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Y-Ye—Ah, uh-huh.”

“Hah.”

A special desperation laces the whining noise high in his throat. He gives up on fitting in a fourth so his tongue can slit in beside the others instead.

“Lev’!” you shriek. “Fuck, I saw you, did you c-come like this?”

He grunts non-commitally, tongue probing deeper. Heavy heat licks pelts your walls.

Tears bleed onto your lashes. Your eyes shut, and they pour over. “‘m not a whore, you are.”

A visible shiver wracks his body.

Arousal turns over your belly. It’ll be a while before you can come again, so you should indulge him (as much as you can think to, at least).

“Being such a good boy, makin’ me feel so good. My good boy.”

He moans loudly, eyes squeezed shut. His arm is practically clinging to your shaking thigh.

“Am I making you feel better?”

His glazed eyes flutter before his mouth pulls off. Your hand, previously, clenched in the sheets, is dragged to your clit. He give it a tap, and your hips jump.

“Is it too much, sweetheart?” he coos softly, guiding your palm up and down.

Your head flails over the pillows as searing pleasure wracks you. “Yes.”

But you let him use you.

“Too bad,” he grunts. “Keep touching yourself.”

Whimpering, you bend to his will. Far away, you feel the mattress dip beside your head; you think he grabs a pillow.

“Keep going, sweetness,” he says, too softly to make it an order. “You’re gonna gush for me.”

He leaves no room for debate.

You weep up at the ceiling, barely hearing. A hand smears tears off your cheek, beckoning your attention towards him. Your cum glistens his nose, his shiny lips, his chin.

“Remember to use your colors.”

You don’t hear his words, just his rough rasp in that same ordering tone.

He gives your cheek a light slap, then your tit. “You better be fucking listening.”

Your hips jump up. “Uh-huh! I am I am.”

“What a good girl.” Levi leans back and shoves his trousers down to his knees. When those are done away with, sticky white cum cakes his thighs in places. His wet cock is still half-hard.

You start craving your fingers.

“Honey,” you cry softly. “‘m I making you feel better?”

That same pillow is laid long-ways between his round thighs. His hand runs down yours, once again guiding your slippery palm. “Yeah. ‘Course you are.”

He shuffles back down again and presses a trail of quick, sticky kisses until his tongue lathering your slit, licking around your fingers.

“Oh my god, fuck!”

Levi grunts. His head lifts, and he spits on your pussy. Three fingers bury inside.

“Relax.” He takes your hand and gives your knuckles a kiss before planting your hand back in his hair. “Just keep coming for me.”

In a sudden shift, his head bows and licks into your hole, joining his fingers again. His palms keep your thighs where he wants them.

You fucking plan to.

Enter the event here!

#levi ackerman smut #aot smut #levi x reader #levi smut #levi x you #levi x reader smut #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #captain levi x reader #captain levi x you #shingeki no kyojin #captain levi ackerman #levi x y/n #levi ackermann x reader #aot #1k.event #g.scribe

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kaboomthepossum · 2 months

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Random 3 AM thoughts from last night: What if someone made Tallahassee into a musical?

Picture the scene: the audience have all sat down, they’re chatting away and then the lights go dark. And Tallahassee (song) plays. You can hear the singers but they aren’t visible by this point. The audience believe this to be a beautiful love story. Then the actors come on stage, and they sing first few desperate hours, beautifully, in perfect unison. This is when the couple arrives at the house for the first time. The house is falling apart, and gives the audience the impression that this is a tale of recovery, making the best of a bad situation, which is further implied by southwood plantation road; “I am not gonna lose you, we are gonna stay married” - it’s evident that their relationship is far from perfect, but hope still remains for them. Between this and game shows touch our lives, they each open a bottle of beer and drink it. In silence. Then they each smoke a cigarette. Again in complete silence. They walk inside and game shows touch our lives plays. It becomes clear to the audience how bad the situation really is once, after a short period of conversation, which slowly becomes less and less coherent, the house that dripped blood plays. There is no break between this and Idylls of the King. The couple sing this quietly, in seperate rooms. Again, there is only a few seconds break between the end of this and the beginning of No Children. The audience note the sudden aggressive shift to pure anger and hatred. On one half of the stage, the husband sings loudly, a bottle in his hand. On the other side of the stage, the wife packs a bag, and by the end of the song, she has left. The lights fade, and the interval begins.

The second half begins loudly and suddenly, with the husband singing See America Right. At this point, only half the stage is lit, with the husband visible. The wife cannot be seen. The side of the stage which is lit switches for Peacocks and International Small Arms Traffic Blues are performed by the wife. The switch happens again and the husband performs Have to Explode. Shortly after this, underneath a beautiful, clearly, starry night sky, the couple perform Old College Try. The singer alternates between lines, with them both performing the final lines “I will walk down to the end with you, if you will come all the way down with me”. This is when the audience become truly hopeful. They prepare themselves for the reunion they had always secretly expected. As morning comes, Oceanographers choice begins to play. The stage is clouded with smoke, and the wife walks into the house. They fight, and then embrace. As this is happening, the light outside the window is darkening, (to indicate time passing, and the hatred slowly returning). Finally, as the couple are staring into each other’s eyes, Alpha Rats Nest begins. Flames begin to appear at the front of the stage, and by the end of the song, the couple are completely hidden behind them. The last time they are visible, they are staring away from one another. As the music fades out, so do the flames. But the couple are gone. So is the house. And the lights on the stage all go dark. And the show is over.

Thank you for reading

#the mountain goats #tmg #tmg posting #tallahassee #no children #alpha couple #john darnielle #i love this album #I hope someone else sees the vision #see America right #old college try #oceanographer’s choice #southwood plantation road #alpha rats nest #musicals

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bunny-hoodlum · 2 months

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Sharing this because I feel like it. ☺️ The first 900+ words of Idle Hands (rewrite) so far. 🥹 In case you didn't catch previous now deleted post, I gave up on the 'stressful childhood' direction. Now it's more of a retelling, but I'm still calling it a rewrite. This Naruto is interesting imo. Ahhhh, I hope I'm doing this right? I guess bear with me here. Contradictions may be inevitable, Idk. So, he falls under the Obliviously Evil trope this time around. I'm shooting for 'cheerful yet stressed (traumatized) and actually secretly crazy'. Doesn't fit the standard Dark Naruto depiction, so I can't really say one way or another which he leans the closest to. 😭 He hasn't broken yet, but he's going to get there, so we'll see. 🤭 Hope this instills some hype! :3 Becuz I'm making progress babyyyy~🎵

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Idle Hands (2024)

Pairings: NaruHina, eventual NaruHinaSasu

Smut, Freeuse, Dacryphilia

cw: toxic behavior, dubcon, ijime

Summary: There's nothing to do in the sticks. There's even less to do when you're on probation. There's even less than that when: Your dad is the most popular man in town/You've been raised to be a boy and are invisible when you try to be a girl/When your exciting city boy lifestyle has been taken from you.

Or when two losers and a fuckboy choose all the worst ways to have fun. Not that one of them had much of a choice.

There in the middle of an overgrown clearing sat a rusted, abandoned car, wheel-less and sitting atop four cement bricks. The dense forest trees towered in the distance, their foliage deep green and billowing in the wind. Beneath the car, you can follow the remnants of a gravel path out of the clearing, towards an abandoned auto factory – you know, when having an auto factory way the fuck out here somehow made sense. Back before the bubble burst when everything went to shit. But what does he know? He was only six when it happened. Not like that shit ain’t affecting him well into the Y2K or anythin’.

Naruto lounged in the backseat with a nudie magazine and a sage green quilted blanket over his lap, his cheeky eyes devouring the curvaceous models on the pages. Oiled up, lips spread, pouty eyes peering and pleading for his cock.

He nudged his toe in the soft belly beneath the blanket, or maybe he threw it a little harder than he meant to, forcing a slight cough from her throat as her mouth retreated from his cock after gagging.

The blanket rose up from his lap.

“Hey, I didn’t say ‘stop’.” He cupped the back of her head and forced her lips to press against the underside of his rigid girth, teeth sliding and catching against his tender flesh. When the wet, warm vacuum pull of her mouth around his cock returned, he settled back into place, flipping pages like he was reading the newspaper.

Green eyes stared back at him. Earnest, yet cold. White skin framed by black hair. Her tits squished together in a string bikini as she bent forward, her arms crossed underneath their swell.

Shizuka. Didn't matter that she was twenty-four and he was sixteen. There were plenty of ways he could ruin her that life hasn't yet.

His breath quickened, shallow quiet pants puffing past his lips.

Her rich green eyes were growing on him.

Maybe his first girlfriend will have green eyes. If only.

Women like them didn’t exist out here. Not in this dying town of theirs, where their only market street was rows of shuttered-up shops, their storefronts heavily tagged and dirty with runny rust-stains.

Dsy by day, this place was turning into an old person’s home. Or a fucking casket.

Day by day he passed by a chain-smoking mummy, half-deaf and half-blind yet still nosy enough to cuss him out. Every day those same disapproving stares like he was some kind of disease, some kind of curse.

He wanted a woman like Shizuka. He wanted softness like hers to make him forget. He wanted eyes like hers fixed on him in every mundane context, like two lovers, their names signed on the lease just the day before. He wanted her silent worship.

God, he couldn’t wait to get out of here. Couldn’t wait to get a taste of real women.

He was wasting his fucking youth here. His mind too, not that anyone believed he had much of one to begin with.

He imagined someone beautiful, someone way, way, way out of his league taking him inside her, wanting him more than anyone else inside her. She would rewrite his entire history in a single night.

Excitement arced up his spine as pleasure pooled in his groin, building and building–

Naruto grabbed the back of her head. He thrusted into her hot, slimy throat, ignoring her startled whines, the gagging convulsions tightening around his invasive cockhead.

“Gotta train your throat again, huh, Hinata? C’mon, just endure it. I ‘ppreciate you not playing with other dudes while I was away, but you’ve really gotten sloppy. But that’s fine, too, actually. It’s kinda cute.” He threw his head back and closed his eyes, surrendering to the soft, clinging sensations thrumming around his cock. He was melting against her devoted tongue, so persistent to please him no matter what as she licked and laved the ridgid underside with broad sweeps that left echoes of each across his turgid flesh.

Knock knock knock!

A rhythmic tapping on the glass beside his head startled the lewd occupants and Naruto threw his toe into her stomach again.

He lowered the nudie magazine atop her head and turned his face out the window.

Bent over at the hip stood the thorn in his side that his dad personally stabbed in him the moment he found himself in front of the family judge again – no less than two months after his release from the Juvenile Training Facility.

The silver-haired man with the lazy, lidded gaze mimed cranking a handle backwards and Naruto sighed. He reached for the window crank, lowering the window just enough that he and Kakashi could properly exchange words.

“Go to school, Naruto.”

Naruto sank into seat, clearing his face of any hint of expression as he leveled Kakashi with a cold, ignorant stare.

His toe had other ideas, as he nosed around the convergence between her legs, finding the soft resistance of her panty-covered cunt. He idly teased her clit while he waited for the weary douche to give up like he always did.

Not like his father’s favorite student was all that invested in him, anyway. The dude was freaky smart and found ways to make his minor infractions such as truancy go away. Precisely to his father’s satisfaction, and not the system’s.

Obito told him someone like Kakashi would have proposed lifelong marriage to ‘The Rules’ if it had taken the shape he most desired.

The fact that he could give two shits about integrity these days convinced Naruto that his dad knew Kakashi’s state of mind. And that he was exactly what his dad was looking for in a probations officer.

Someone that would take Namikaze Minato’s side, always.

Someone that would protect Namikaze Minato’s image, always.

TBC

#naruhina #eventual naruhinasasu #idle hands fic #fic snippet #rewrite #two little shits don't make a right #and Hinata is trapped in the middle #NaruHina are childhood friends but Naruto is too fucked up to be a good friend to her

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unforgivenn · 11 months

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Confined

Inspired from @whumpasaurus101 's writing prompt from here (hope you don't mind me tagging you :3)

Cw: Blood mention, Failed escape attempt, Breaking of pet, begging, pet names, swearing, creepy asf whumper

Word Count: 658

Alex paced around his room picking at his nails and pulling strands of his dirty blonde hair. There were specks of blood over the room. He couldn't take it much longer. He had to run away from here, from the person who ruined his life, the person who hurt him every single day, the last of all humanity gone in him. Was he breaking? Scars littered all over his body and tears were threatening to fall as he just couldn't take it any longer. But he was determined to take the risk.

'... But what if I get caught. Ethan will kill me right there and then... But then again.. What if it was crazy enough to work.. Maybe.. Maybe there was a village nearby and- and he could ask them for help.. Maybe...' Alex shuddered from the thought of what Ethan would do if he got caught.

The sun was setting.. It would be night soon.. He could leave while Ethan was sleeping..

Once Alex was sure that Ethan was asleep he went towards the door to find it locked.

'Of course its locked..'

He took out a pin from underneath his mattress that he had managed to secretly grab from Ethan and started picking the lock. A few seconds passed and the lock opened. Alex pushed open the door slowly careful not to wake Ethan up. He tiptoed towards the front gate which took him a while to find. He had never been anywhere else than the basement and the so called "punishment room" which Ethan called.

Alex was panicking. His mind a fogged up mess of thoughts. His breathing started quickening as he started having second thoughts about his choice.

May-Maybe I should just go back before he gets to know.. No.. NO! I can't live this fucked up life any more.

It was too far to go back now as he started hearing Ethan yelling his name and stomping towards the front door. Alex pushed the door open as he started running as fast as his legs could but Ethan was picking up with him as he heard him demanding Alex to turn back now. Alex spotted a closed bathroom not too far as he sprinted towards it, slamming the door shut and pressing his back onto the door while his breathing grew uneven.

"Oh Alleexxx, lovvee, why Dont you come out now and maybe I'll reconsider your punishment. How does that sound? Hm?

Silence.

"ALEX YOU REALLY DON'T WANT TO SEE WHAT I'M CAPABLE OF!"

No, he didn't. He really did not want to see what his captor was capable of.

He tried to move his legs but it was as if his foot was pinned and hammered to the ground.

"No no no. This cannot be happening right now. move god damn it"

His eyes filled with tears as the stomping grew louder and louder. There was no getting out. He was going to be in this fucked up place forever. Suddenly the door to the bathroom broke open as Ethan stormed inside. Alex stumbled backwards as he looked towards his captor terrified of what was to come.

"No.. Oh god.. Please no.." He couldn't help but let out a sob only for Ethan to grin at it.

"Well well well. We can't certainly leave that unattended now can we? It seems as if my little dove has forgot his place. Well somebody's got to show it right?"

Alex flinched when Ethan got hold of his jaw forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you"

"Y-yes sir"

Ethan's grin only seemed to grow wider at that.

#Didn't plan it to be this long...#whump scenario #Literal love the boy Alex #Failed escape attempt #whumblr #whump prompts #whump idea #pet whump #my ocs #Alex #Ethan #whump drabble #one shots #conditioned whumpee #whump writing #angst

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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HEY HEY HEY <333

i’m so sorry i haven’t dropped by in a while!! i miss you!! i hope you’re having a lovely holiday and properly relaxing like you deserve!! 💖💕

so we’ve agreed jake and public just goes hand in hand right?? let me present ✨jake and skinning dipping while you’re on holiday✨

just you, him, the moonlight and one too many bottles of red wine from your meal out. you’re both so giggly but he’s so handsy and takes you on the beach then and there, not caring if anyone comes by and sees you bouncing on his cock.

“fuck, you look so pretty in the moonlight sugar.”

ilysm! mwah! 🫶🏼💘

HI <3 I AM SO GLAD YOU DROPPED BY 💕😌 I miss you too!!!! The holiday was good, but now I am back, and back to the grind. I can’t wait for my next holiday already. I hope everything is okay with you my love!

I giggled at this 😌 because of course Jake would be 110% about going stark naked in the sea - because what is a holiday without thaaaat.

I imagine it would start of super duper innocently (okay, well as innocent as it can be with him, because you guys have had bottles) - with both of you strolling along the beach. Jake is already handsy, murmuring all these deliciously dirty things into your ear, because the dress you are wearing is leaving very little to his imagination; and halfway, before you even realise what is happening, he is pulling you on the sand, towards the water both of you giggling like the couple of drunk idiots in love you are.

“take off that dress gorgeous, let me see what is underneath.” is what he would say, and boy is your dress off. Aaaaaand pleaseee, imagine if you wore 0 underwear that day because you didn’t want any lines showing on your dress, it would drive him absolutely wild, and he would remove the rest of his clothing in TWICE the speed he was removing them at previously.

He would totally take you right on the beach, if not for the fact that sand is a nasty little bugger and tends to get everywhere (you’ll still be washing sand our for days though), so he’ll drag you into the water, your belongings in a heap, and fuck you, secretly (or not so secretly) hoping that someone comes by and sees you bouncing on his cock.

“hope someone passes by and sees you bouncing on my cock darlin,” he’ll say and squeeze your breasts, one in each hand as you throw you head back in absolute pleasure, “you’re a work of art, you deserve to be seen.”

Thank you for this, public and Jake always makes me giggle and kick my feet so bad hehe <3 ilyyyyyy.

(I had a thot while typing this, and then I got distracted, and now for the life of me - I cannot remember what it is…. I hope I do)

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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hii love!

i hope you are doing well,

i don’t know if you are doing blurbs right now but, since i’ve seen a few people send links of how they think josie would react when rafe comes home from work. i was wondering if you’d be willing to write something with that?

if you cant, that’s totally fine <3

hi honey!! thanks for the sweet message. for you, anything. i hope you're well also ! so much love + hope you enjoy ! (sorry it's a lil short)

Rafe shuts off his truck in the driveway and throws his head back against the seat, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly. The way you taught him to breathe when he needs to calm down.

Secretly, Rafe Cameron feels selfish sometimes. Not often, because his dad brain is on most of the time, and he keeps himself in check. However, there are some days that it switches off. These days just so happen to coincide with his worst days at work. Coming home to take care of others after nine grueling hours isn't always the most appealing to him.

Which is how he finds himself sitting in his truck instead of on his couch with his wife and two kids, listening to a preschool story or his Josie's jagged syllables.

His phone goes off, dragging him out of his head and into the screen. A text from you, which he opens immediately.

Hi, handsome. Saved you some dinner. Stop working so hard. Come home and love on me. I'll even run you a bath and let you use my nice candles.

I love you.

He smiles when the second message comes through. Taking another deep breath, he climbs out of the car and walks up the driveway, silently telling himself that all he has to do is see you. See him. See her. He'll feel better.

Walking in the door, it's as if relief floods his entire body. He can smell the remnants of your cooking and hear Josie's giggle in the living room, along with the sound of Connor's bare feet on the wood.

"Baby?" he calls gently, approaching the living room.

You grin when you lay eyes on your tired husband, holding up Josie so she can see him, too.

"Look," you say to her, "Look who it is."

"Da-da!" she giggles, already reaching for him, "Da-da, come."

Rafe laughs and drops his things where he stands, nodding his head as he takes in this moment. They make everything better, he swears.

You let Josie down and Rafe watches as she takes several unsteady steps over to him, giggling uncontrollably when he scoops her up and presses kiss after kiss to her cheek.

"Hi, princess," he whispers, "How are you?"

"Hi, da-da," she grins, grabbing at his chain underneath his button-up.

"Hi, baby girl," he replies.

Suddenly, it's as if no client had demanded their entire project be re-done. It's as if no employee had pissed him off, or his idea got shut down in a meeting.

It's just his girls and his boy, all in one room, in their home, together. That's all Rafe Cameron will ever need.

#ambivalence hcs #ask!#<3

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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HELLO IT IS I, the great shy neighbor anon!! I have another request for our boy Eddie.

Okay so I was thinking childhood best friends with a male reader smut!

Maybe Edward reveals to him he’s the Riddler, where the reader is like “Holy shit big fan, cant believe its my bestie.” and they work on little things together, maybe holding each others hand through stuff. Maybe they’re obsessed with each other IDK.

After all this v obvious pining, they get a little frisky and s//x happens :)!

Just two idiots so in love doing silly devious things 🙏🙏

Again hopefully this makes sense.

Always Together | Edward Nashton/The Riddler x Male!Reader | N/SFW (18+)

Hey there!!! Thanks so much for the request, it made sense to me, and I really hope you like what I've done with it! :') <3

summary; See above. Minors DNI.

notes; (Cis) Male!Reader; Top!Reader; Bottom!Riddler; Childhood Best Friends; Past Trauma; Getting Together; Friends to Lovers; First Time; Anal Sex; Unsafe Sex; Fluff and Smut.

Edward and you have been friends ever since you could remember. You grew up in the orphanage together, being handed from one foster family to the next, until you both eventually aged out of the system. When you had to leave the hell-hole that was Gotham’s orphanage, Eddie and you moved in together so you could afford something and also to simply stay together. Neither of you had wanted to be alone just yet.

But after a couple of years, you both decided that it would be nice to have an apartment all to yourselves and searched for your own. After spending your entire lives holed up with nearly thirty other kids in just one room and then staying with one another took a toll on both of you. It was for the best. And you stayed in contact, meeting quite regularly, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.

But you missed Ed a lot and it was hard for you to be without him. Nonetheless, you also had to admit that having your own apartment was good for you, it let you explore yourself better, as you got a perspective of what you wanted in life and who you really were underneath all this trauma without letting it weigh you down every day. Only being alone allowed that for you. Eddie always reminded you of the orphanage. You both did that for one another. It wasn’t good. Both of you suffered from it.

By the sounds of it, he’d been better on his own, too. He had a good job, a nice apartment, goals, hopes and dreams. And you were still a part of everything, which was something you secretly cared about the most.

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When you came together again years later, the Riddler had just started out. You watched all of his livestreams. You considered yourself quite a fan of this man, who was seeking to uncover the truth about Gotham, something you were all for, after what you, Ed and all those other kids have been through.

Sitting beside Eddie on your bed, you two had been updating each other on how things have been since you’ve last seen each other about two weeks ago. You thought that while he was talking that there was something he tried not to voice. You couldn’t put your finger on it, though. Did something happen that he didn’t want to tell you? It worried you that he often skirted around something when he spoke about what he’s been up to. It happened a lot more often lately, not just now.

“Hey, Eddie,” you said, looking at him in concern. He looked back at you, raising an eyebrow. “I was wondering if there’s something you’re hiding from me? Like, I just have this feeling that you are because of the way you’ve been talking about what you’ve been up to recently, you know? I’m worried, is all.”

Edward looked like a deer in headlights. That only worried you more. So he was indeed hiding something from you.

“Have you heard about the Riddler?” he asked, basically blurting it out after a few moments of silence passed and you had thought he was going to pretend it was nothing.

Taken aback, you nodded.

“I’m- I am the Riddler,” Eddie admitted, twisting the bed sheet between his fingers nervously, "Uh- I didn’t mean to worry you, Y/N. I just didn't know how to tell you."

Processing this information, you just looked at him for a moment before breaking out into a huge grin.

“I’m actually a big fan of his! Can’t believe it’s you, Eddie. Well, I kinda can, to be fair. But still! This is so cool! My best friend is the Riddler!” You couldn’t hide your excitement if you tried.

Edward smiled, looking shocked, but pleased. “Oh, thank God,” he breathed.

“That kinda explains why there were never any streams when you were with me. And here I was always worried I’d miss one!” you chuckled heartily.

“I’m relieved that you are a fan of this persona I created. I was scared to tell you. I didn’t want you to think I’m some kind of freak and for you to leave me.”

“Never. We’ve always been together, Eddie. I couldn’t ever leave you.” You both smiled at each other. Ed’s cheeks were tinted pink and your own face grew a bit hot.

After a short moment of silence, you started bombarding Edward with questions about the Riddler. And because he knew he could trust you, he told you everything you wanted to know. As a result, you only fell deeper in love with him - something you had realised a while ago, but doubted you were ever going to tell him.

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Ever since, he’s invited you over when he was going to stream so you could sit out of frame and watch him like this. Your presence calmed him down, he’s told you. He wanted you there. And it meant the world to you that he did.

At some point, you started holding his hand just out of the camera’s view. It only started because one time he was feeling anxious, as he’d been triggered before and flashbacks kept on coming, ones you only knew too well. You had done your best to calm him down before his stream, which he refused to postpone, but it hadn’t been enough. So, you ended up with his hand in yours, grounding him that way throughout. And somehow, that has just become your thing, then.

What honoured you the most, though, was when he started explaining his plans to you in more detail, asked for your opinion, and eventually proposed that you help him out with some things. Of course you did. You wanted to spend every second with him. You also wanted to help him achieve his goals. It was a win-win situation, really.

Throughout all this, you two have grown even closer, which you had thought to be almost impossible, but you’d been proven wrong once again. Your feelings for him only intensified, naturally, and by now you were pretty certain that you weren’t simply in love with Edward. No, you were absolutely obsessed with him. And in turn, you started to feel like the same was true for him. You hoped so, at least.

Because by now it seemed to be getting a little ridiculous. After all, you not only held his hand during streams anymore, but just whenever it fit you both. You kissed his cheek. You two cuddled with each other. You never spent any time with somebody else anymore, only one another. And it was slowly killing you. You just wanted him to be yours and vice versa. You wanted to be exclusive. You wanted to love him openly and unashamedly.

Apparently you’ve been heard, though, when a while later, you were cuddling in his bed and you leaned up to kiss his cheek, just because you felt the need to, and Eddie turned his head, capturing your lips in a surprise kiss. You both froze for a split second, but then you started to kiss each other in earnest.

When you broke it at last to catch your breath, you looked at one another in wonder.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” you murmured, unable to keep it inside.

“Me, too,” Edward responded quite instantly.

“Should we… Do you want to-?” You didn’t know how to ask if he wanted to have sex with you right now, but he seemed to understand you.

“Yes! I’d like that. Um-” Ed’s face turned completely red. Both of you chuckled at how awkward you two were. Neither of you had ever expected this to happen.

“We don’t have to go all the way. We’ve got all the time in the world, right?” you tried to lighten the tension that settled around you two.

“We do,” he whispered. Then, he leaned in and kissed you again.

Sighing into it, you opened your mouth and he mirrored you. You slipped in your tongue, licking into his mouth to explore it. He moaned in response and his hands around your middle tightened.

Pushing him back down on the mattress, you got on top of him, between his legs, never once breaking the kiss. Your growing erections pushed against each other, causing you both to moan.

“What do you want to happen now?” you asked, out of breath.

Edward swallowed thickly, looking embarrassed as he averted his gaze before he answered, “I’d like you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” you grinned, pecking his lips. “Where’s the lube?”

He pointed at his bedside table, “First drawer.”

Opening it, you took out the bottle of lube and put it on the bed, next to Ed’s head. Then, you took off your own shirt and grabbed the hem of Edward’s, silently asking to pull it off of him. He simply nodded, sitting up slightly and raising his arms to help you.

While you were unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down along with your underwear, you kissed down Eddie’s lips, neck, collarbone and chest to his nipples, taking each one into your mouth and swirling your tongue over it. He made the most beautiful noises as you did. You wanted to know what else you could elicit from him the further you went.

To fully take your pants, underwear and socks off, though, you had to stop and get up for a second. Ed looked at you with clear admiration on his face. Smiling at him, you felt your face grow hot again. This was what you’d been dreaming of for so long.

Back on the bed, you kneeled between his legs and took off the rest of his clothes as well. Both fully naked now, you let your eyes and hands roam over Ed before you finally took his hard cock into your hands. Groaning softly, his hips twitched.

“You have had sex like this before, right? We never talked about that,” you asked after a short moment.

“Well, no,” he answered, blushing furiously, “but, uh, I’ve used toys on myself.”

“Okay, that’s fair enough, Eddie. Just wanted to make sure you know what’s gonna happen,” you told him gently, stroking your hands over his thighs lovingly.

When he nodded, you took the bottle of lube into your hands and poured some over your fingers. You took your time preparing him, sliding your digits in and out slowly and letting him relax around them. When you could have entered a fourth finger, you pulled out and spread more lube on your cock.

“Ready?” you inquired, stroking your cock.

“Yes,” Eddie whispered, nodding for emphasis.

Then, you slowly started entering him bit by bit until you were fully inside. Both of you moaned when your hips met his. You moved in and out of him shallowly at first, careful to let him get used to it and not bring him discomfort beyond what was normal for the beginning. Once he demanded for you to go harder, you complied, though.

“Feels good?” you asked, breathing heavily as you kept thrusting into him steadily.

Nodding, Eddie moaned, “Yeah, fuck- yes, feels good, Y/N!”

“You make the best sounds, Eddie baby, you know that?” You drove further into him, slamming into his prostate to prove your point when he groaned loudly in surprise and pleasure, nearly shouting.

“God, fuck, please, make me come,” Ed whined after a couple more thrusts that stimulated his prostate. When you looked him in the eyes, they were shining with unshed tears. Oh, he was so gorgeous.

Taking the lube back into your hands, you poured some over your hand. And then you started stroking him in time with your thrusts, making him come not long after. He was moaning, arching his back and coming all over his stomach and your hand.

The way he clenched around you almost made it difficult for you to continue to thrust into him, but the tightness also caused your orgasm to approach quickly. Thus, you followed him only a few moments later, coming deep inside of him.

Slipping out of him, you laid down beside Eddie. Both of you were panting, drenched in sweat, and cum in Ed’s case.

“Oh, that was a lot better than I had expected,” Edward sighed, smiling tiredly.

Grinning, you put your clean hand on his chest and let it rest there, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I did, too. This is all I’ve ever wanted. You know, us. Together like this.”

“Yeah, me too. I wish I had said something sooner, though,” he said, smiling ruefully.

“I hear ya. But better now than not at all,” you told him.

Scooting over a bit, you leaned your head on Ed’s shoulder and relished in this moment of absolute content. You felt at ease and, most of all, happy. You could barely believe this had really happened. But it had.

“I love you,” you both said at the exact same time, making each other laugh.

This was exactly how things were supposed to be, you knew.

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf pt. 3

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You thought you’d never see Dean again after he saved you the first time. He’s back, but why? Also, does the slow burn progress? Read to find out!

Warnings: violence, fighting, bl00d loss, deAth, more soft Dean <3 oh and what am i forgetting?? oh yeah SMUT FINALLY HEHEHE (virgin, very vanilla, sweet, f oral receiving)

A/n: hello friends! i hope you enjoy this one <3 (never written smut before so im a little nervous abt that part) taking requests now as i wrap this series up! i think im going to do one more part to this and that will be all unless you want more😁

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Dean leaned back on his bed in the bunker, headphones on, staring at your drawing that he hung up on his wall. It’s been three weeks since him and his brother saved you. He gave you their number in case you ever needed it, secretly hoping you’d call, but you didn’t. He was almost a little worried, but also knew you probably just didn’t have a reason to call. He thought maybe he read the situation wrong and the feelings he was feeling weren’t reciprocated. He decided to close his eyes and try to rest.

Meanwhile, you sit straight up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare. They haven’t quit since the attack, apart from the one night Dean was with you. You decided to head downstairs and get some coffee, despite it being 4 in the morning. On your way down the stairs, you heard a noise and immediately pulled the gun out of your robe pocket and cocked it. Creeping the rest of the way down, you carefully scanned all the rooms downstairs to make sure you were alone. Once you decided you were safe, you uncocked the gun and put it back in your pocket, and went back to making some coffee.

To say you were on edge is an understatement. You had also been doing a lot of research on hunting and monsters since the boys left.

Once you made your coffee, you sat down at the table, opened your laptop, and started reading…again. This little routine you had developed was consistent at least. You quit your job, and decided you wanted to become a hunter, but the thought of being near danger like that again sent your heart racing so you stuck to research. Right now, you were learning about wendigos. “Okay and fire…got it.” you mumbled out loud.

As you read on, you heard another noise. Once again you drew for your weapon, but not before you were knocked out completely. When you finally came to, you were in your living room tied to a chair. As you blinked, you felt a stinging sensation on your head and ringing in your ears. You looked around the room and saw a shadowy figure standing in the corner of the room, looking out of the window. Your heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of your chest. No, not again, you thought.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” the mysterious woman said. “I know all about you Y/N. I’ve been watching you… for weeks. I studied your routine, not like it was very busy or anything” she snarled.

“W-who are you?” You said trying to muster up the bravest voice you had, but failing miserably.

“Who am I? I’m the girlfriend of the wolf you killed.” the lady said , stepping into the light. Suddenly, you see her features. The claws, the eyes, you were met again with another werewolf. You had studied and prepared for if this moment happened again, never expecting it to actually come to fruition. You froze.

“You’re responsible for the death of the love of my life. Now you’re going to pay.” She said, dragging her claw across your collarbone and circling your chair. She leaned up close and whispered right into your ear, “It’s going to be a long, torturous death. I hope you’re excited because I know I am.” The woman walked off into the kitchen to retrieve tools for torture. You tried to think on your feet to quickly escape the situation. Praying to god this was the chair you had taped a knife to underneath, you felt around. When the cold metal met your fingers, you sighed a breath of relief. You grabbed it and cut the rope that bound your hands behind your back. Right as you did that, the werewolf entered back into the room. “Where do you think you’re going?” She said, launching at you with a knife. Skillfully dodging her advance, you give her an uppercut to the jaw, knocking her back some while also hurting your hand. You had never fought someone before, you never realized how painful it is.

You two go at it, constantly switching who has the upper hand. At last, you grab the silver knife and pin the werewolf to the floor. Right before you stab her, she says, “Even if you kill me, the rest will come for you. They know where I am and what you’ve done.” You had heard enough and plunged the knife right into her heart. You threw yourself off of the body that lay in front of you, and curl into the fetal position in the corner of the room. You scramble to get the phone from your pocket, and your hands shake at you hit the name of the one person you had been wanting to talk to for weeks.

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Reaching over, Dean answers the call without looking, straight from his slumber. “Hello” Dean says with his raspy, early morning voice.

“Dean?” The voice on the other end was so soft and shaken, it caused Dean to sit up and look at the caller ID.

“Y/N, are you okay??” Dean asked fervent with concern.

“I- there.. was… no, I’m not okay” your voice choked through the phone. “A woman werewolf showed up and tried to kill me.”

“What, why?” Dean said getting out of bed, and putting his clothes on.

“The other werewolf you killed… h-he was her lover. She was mad and she tied me up and-“ You sob.

“Are you safe now? What happened?” Dean asked as he laced up his boots.

“I killed her.” You say stone-cold from shock.

“I’m on my way okay, I’ll be there soon. Just- hang on for me alright” Dean says to you.

“Oh and Dean, she said there will be others-“

Right as you said that the door to your home bursts open. From Dean’s end of the line he heard a crash and a scream.

“y/n? Y/N?!” Dean yelled. “SAMMY WE GOTTA GO.”

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Guns drawn, the brothers approached the door to your home. They make their way through the house calling out your name, passing the dead body on the floor as they go. “She’s not here” Sam says. “Well not shit Sherlock. We need to find her, now.” Dean announces, taking a deep breath and running his hands through his hair. Sam got to work researching about the werewolf’s that took you. Dean started to look around the house for any clues as to where they might have taken you. When Dean reached your room, he almost had the breath taken out of his. Across your walls there were pages and pages of research about monsters, but what caught his eye were about the dozen sketches of him. He walked closer to them, examining each one closely. He stopped at a particular one of him in a towel standing in a doorway. He carefully removed it from the pushpin in the wall, folded it up, and put it in his pocket.

Dean made his way downstairs after deciding there was nothing useful in the house. Once he made it to the dining table, Sam let him know that the girlfriend’s family owns an abandoned farm. The brothers jumped into the Impala and headed on their lead, hoping to find you… alive.

“UGH” you grunt as you get punched across the face for the second time.

“You think you can stop us? You little tiny thing? That’s hilarious” the man cackled. “You are going to pay for all the losses you’ve caused us. Our pack lost two of its best members because of you” The man said as he barred his teeth. He takes his claws and scrapes them across your chest, leaving big gashes. You cry out in pain. Just then, the two men you wanted to see more than anything burst into the room and take out the entire pack of werewolves.

Once all the fighting was over, Dean was by your side, but you were in and out of consciousness due to blood loss. “Hey, hey I gotcha. C’mon” Dean says untying you and picking you up bridal style. Quickly he made his way back to the Impala, tossing the keys to his brother. “Hospital, now Sam.” Dean crawled into the back seat with you, still holding you in his arms. “Stay with me now, you’re being so brave. C’mon, Sammy hurry.” He continued to talk to you and stroke your hair until you made it to the hospital.

They rolled you back in the emergency room, leaving Sam and Dean in the waiting room. While they waited for any news on your condition, Dean paced back and forth. “You really care about her, huh?” Sam asked. “Well uh I just want her to be okay, that’s all.” Dean said unconvincingly. “But it’s more than that isn’t it? What happened that night while I was out?” Sam said, pushing his brother to talk more. “Nothing happened” Dean said firmly, not confronting his feelings. “Dean-“ Sam urged. “I don’t know man, there’s just something about her. I can’t stop thinking about her. I thought she didn’t feel the same, but when I went into her room, I saw she had sketched me… like a lot. Look” Dean said reaching into his pocket and pulling out the folded piece of paper, and handing it to his brother. Sam unfolded the paper, revealing the artwork. He chuckled a little, and folded it back up again to give back to his brother. “You know I could’ve told you she felt that way about you too without having to see that” Sam said glancing up at his brother who was still pacing the ER waiting room. “I just want.. I need her to be okay. I haven’t.. felt like this well, ever. I don’t want to lose her before we’ve even had a chance to- I don’t know talk?” Dean was confused by the words coming out of his mouth because he wasn’t lying when he said he hasn’t felt like this before. The kind of emotions he was feeling were all new. Sam just nodded, understandingly.

From behind the double doors, a doctor came with a clipboard, approaching the brothers. “Mr. Winchester?” “Yes.” Dean said, finally standing in one spot in front of the doctor. “Your wife” Both the brothers smirked at the doctor’s misguided assumption “had some major blood loss as well as deep lacerations on her chest. We were able to give her a couple of blood infusions and stitch up her chest. She’s resting now if you would like to see her.” The doctor stated. “Yes we would, thank you, Doc” Dean said, following behind the double doors.

Sam let Dean go in first, alone. Approaching your side, Dean looked upon your sleeping face again. Once again, he noticed how peaceful you looked and dreaded the moment you would wake up to your reality. He pulled up a chair and tentatively grabbed your hand. You didn’t move a muscle so he began talking. “Hey Y/n. I’m really glad you’re okay. You know when I got your call, I was really excited to hear from you, but I never wanted it to be because of this. You don’t deserve this. I promise from here on out I’m going to protect you. I won’t let another thing hurt you. I promise.” He squeezed your hand and you began to wake up. Dean shuffled in his chair hoping you didn’t hear that (but you did).

“Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” Dean asked still holding onto your hand and rubbing his thumb over the top of it. “Like I went 12 rounds with a werewolf” you joke. You both chuckle a little, but it hurts your chest when you laugh. “I’m glad you’re okay” Dean half-whispers, staring deeply into your eyes. The look he gave you made your heart stop. You thought you liked the idea you had built of him in your brain since you had only met him once before, but now with him in front of you, all of those feelings were there in full force. “Thank you for saving me…again.” You say looking back into his eyes. The moment is heavy, no one says a word but your eyes are saying many things. Then, Sam walked through the door with flowers, balloons, and a teddy bear he had bought from the hospital gift shop. Dean pulls his hand away and sits back in his chair and you try not to laugh (since it hurts) at the parade that Sam brought in. You thank Sam and you all get to talking about what had happened.

Finally, a few hours later, you get discharged from the hospital. Walking out towards the car, Sam asks, “Um do you want us to take you back home?” You almost stumble back at his words. “No- I can’t go back there please, I- I-“ You start hyperventilating. “Woah woah woah, hey it’s okay. You won’t go back there.” Dean says grabbing your shoulders.

“I mean, you could come to the bunker with us, if you’d like. There’s plenty of space.” Sam suggests and you calm back down.

“I also noticed you’ve being doing some research” Dean says with a half-smirk on his face as your eyes go wide.

“Uhh” you pause. Dean laughs and slips that sketch from his pocket into your hand with a wink. “I am flattered by the way. Anyways, if you wanted to live at the bunker you could do some research there. We could always use the extra hands on deck.” Dean says. You think about the proposal for a moment. It isn’t a hard decision since you don’t want to be here anymore and you would be much closer to Dean.

“If you wouldn’t mind having me, I would love that!” You say excitedly. The three of you make your way back to your house, letting the brothers pack up your things while you stay in the car. Then, you guys were off to the bunker!

The next two weeks you spent healing, making a new routine, and figuring out your place among the boys. You met Castiel who you quickly became buddies with, but he left for a case. Dean and Sam made you feel extremely welcome, took care of you as you healed, and even had movie nights! Things between you and Dean had remained completely platonic as you settled into the bunker. Of course not without his flirty quips.

One Tuesday, the boys finally found a case. It was the first one since you had been there. The two of them left to hunt a vamps nest while you stayed back at the bunker. You kind of enjoyed being alone there for the short period, being able to sing as loudly as you wanted and there was plenty of uninterrupted time for you to work on your art. After a day, the boys came back from their successful hunt.

Sam is the first to walk through the door with Dean following close behind.

“Now that is what I call a win, isn’t that right Sammy.” Dean said cheerfully. “Yeah” Sam chuckled, heading for his room. “Where do you think you’re going? We are going out tonight, all of us. I need beer. and burgers.” Dean stated.

“Have fun with that, I was planning on taking a shower and then doing some more research.” Sam said. “Boring, why do you have to be such a nerd.” Dead teased his brother. Sam just shrugged it off and Dean turned to you. “You’ll come out with me then, right?” You looked at the man practically batting his eyelashes at you and agreed. You headed to your room to get ready to go out. You had never really been the party type of person, so you didn’t know what to wear. You decided on jeans and a baby doll style shirt with your hair half up/half down. You spritzed on your perfume and headed to meet Dean in the common room. You had never gotten dressed up in front of these men before so when Dean saw you his mouth hung open a little bit. He quickly gain his composure and held out his arm for you to take. You giggled at the gesture and took it as you two headed for the bar.

“A beer and a martini please” Dean said to the bartender. You sat with your back to the bar taking in the sight in front of you. When you say you were never really a partier, you mean you’ve never partied or gone out or done anything fun really. “You look at the crowd like a kid at a theme park” Dean laughed. Suddenly you feel kind of embarrassed and shut down your gaze. Dean immediately noticed the change in your body language and went to correct himself. “I didn’t mean that as a bad thing you know, I find it endearing how… optimistic about the world you seem, despite all the shit you’ve been though.” You blush as the comment. “Um thank you. I uh- haven’t been to a real bar before. I spent my college years with my nose in a book. I never tried to make friends or go out. Now I know I was missing out on a lot of fun.” You say. “Guess we will just have to make up for lost time then huh?” Dean says with a glint in his eyes. After a few more drinks and you two talking about the hunt, you get up from your barstool and start dancing. There are a few couples in the middle of the room grinding, but mostly everyone was just standing around talking. Dean gave you a funny look which only encouraged you to dance even more. You motioned for him to join you, but he just smiled and shook his head. “I’m not really a dancer” he shouted over the music and distance. You walk closer towards him in a seductive manner. “Well neither am I, but I love this song and I wanna dance” you say grabbing his hand and dragging his butt begrudgingly off the stool. He comes with you, but just kind of stands there, chuckling at you as you dance poorly.

You feel the alcohol rushing through your veins and decide to be bold. You turn around and gentle move your body back towards his, tentatively looking up at him behind you to make sure it’s okay. His hands find your waist as you back up to him completely, continuing to sway. Keeping your eyes locked with the man behind you, you both start to grind, letting the alcohol and music take control. He leans his head down to your ear. “If you keep that up very much longer, we might have a problem.” He whispers. Goosebumps fly over your body from the heat of his breath against your ear. Something takes over your body, probably the alcohol, and you decide to be a tease. You grind again one more time, then walk back to the bar leaving Dean speechless on the dance floor. You try to order one more drink, but Dean comes up from behind you and tells you that you’re leaving. Hand in hand you exit the bar.

Once you make it back to the bunker, Dean leads you to his room. The second the door is shut, he backs you into the wall and smashes his lips into yours. He picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his body not breaking the kiss. The feelings and tension from the past month or so burst into an insane amount of passion and heat. Dean walks you guys over from the wall, laying you down onto his bed. He removes the shirt from his body in one quick motion then his lips are back, attached to your neck this time. He makes his way up and down your neck then back up to your lips. You two part as he rests his head against yours. “Do you want this?” He asks. You pause for a moment, slightly coming down from the high to realize what’s about to happen. The pause is enough for him to take a step back. “I’m sorry, I thought-“ Dean starts but you interrupt. “No, no I want this. I reeeally want this. I just- I’m uh… a virgin.” You say timidly, looking at the ground. Dean standing in front of you, takes his finger under your chin to look at him. “Are you sure that this is what you want?” he asks. You nod. “Words, baby girl.” Dean urges. “Yes, Dean I want this. Please-“ and just like that, his lips touch yours again. This time in a gentler manner. Things are a lot slower because Dean wants you to savor this moment. He wants your first time to be memorable, not quick and rushed, though he was about to finish with you just grinding on him so he hoped he could last long enough for you.

Dean reached for the hem of your shirt and you raise your arms, allowing him to take it off. You look down at the scars across your chest, and start to get self-conscious. Without missing a beat, Dean trails kisses from your neck, all the way down your chest, covering every inch of your scars. In between the kisses he mumbles “you’re so beautiful”. Your heart instantly melted at the action. Dean then reached for your bra clasp, undoing it with one hand. His kisses trail down across your boobs, sucking on your nipples when he gets to them. Your head throws back in pleasure, slightly arching your back. The sight makes Dean groan. He continues his path all the way down your stomach to your pants. He eyes you once more for permission and you give him a look to let him know it’s okay. He unbuckles your jeans and slides them down your body. Now left in only your light pink lace underwear, Dean stared at the sight in front of him. “You’re absolutely stunning, you know that?” He says. He kisses your lips once more before lowering himself to his knees for you. Sliding your underwear down, he kisses from your ankles up to your thighs, then repeats on the other side. It’s almost torturous the way his kisses tease you. “Dean” you half grunt, urging him to the place you need him most. He gives a little chuckle before licking up your slit. You gasp at the contact. “You’re already so wet for me” Dean says. He attaches his mouth around your clit, licking and sucking. The most pornstar worthy moans leave your mouth as he goes to work. Unsuspectingly, he inserts one of his fingers inside of you, causing you to gasp again. “Damn, you’re so tight.” Dean says against your pussy. It doesn’t take long before the feeling builds inside. Dean decides to add another finger, stretching you out for him. That wonderful pleasure builds and builds. “Mhm cum for me baby” Dean says, causing you to unravel and cum all over his face.

Dean reached up to kiss you and you pull him in my his belt loops, deepening the kiss. You fumble with the button, getting his pants off of him. Once they fall to the ground, you start to move to get on your knees when he stops you. “Not this time baby, this is about you.” Dean says sweetly. He lays you back down and removes his underwear. He lines himself up with you. “I’ll go really slow, okay? This might hurt a bit so you just tell me when to move.” Dean announces. He started to push in and you were rushed with pleasure and some pain. He made it all the way in as you sucked in air through your teeth, taking in his full length. He was certainly… blessed. Dean held his arms on either side of your head keeping his body balanced above you. His face curled into what almost looked like pain. “Are you okay?” You asked concerned. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Can I move now?” He asked. You nodded. Dean made sure to go slowly to allow you to adjust and he tried not to cum too early. He gently rocks into you, gradually picking up the pace. You get into a good rhythm, feeling pleasure you’ve never felt before. You both moan into each other’s mouths as you come close to the finish line. “Dean I’m- I’m close” you say. “I know, I can feel you. I am too baby. Cum with me” He says as you both finish at the same time. His body collapses next to yours for a moment. Dean then gets up to grab a washcloth. He wets it with warm water and a tiny bit of unscented soap. He walks back over to you to clean you up, being really gentle since you were sore. Once you were both cleaned up, you cuddled in his bed and fell asleep.

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a/n: welcome back to the beach! we get to see a look into reader’s point of view after everything happened. i hope you all enjoy! feedback is appreciated <3

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, heavy angst, mentions of anxiety, not a happy chapter.

The Beach: Chapter Twenty-Two

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Obito: i’m sorry, but never contact me again. i mean that.

The message notification appearing at the top of your screen made your heart drop. You could feel nausea curling in your stomach, and your breathing becoming more erratic.

Your thumb shakily pressed on the text message. Your eyes scanned over the blue text bubble several times before it registered into your brain what Obito was saying. None of it felt real at that moment. Obito had read your messages about five minutes prior before sending his response. He saw everything you had sent, but he said absolutely nothing. He only decided to send you a message, telling you to never speak to him again.

Your brain began to panic. You started to search for the reasoning for his sudden change of heart. Was it because you cuddled with him and got too close? Did you cross the line this time? Was he secretly having issues with you, and what you did just an hour prior made him reach his limit?

If you were being completely real, you didn’t know what to feel. It felt as if your mind had turned a switch off, and you were completely numb to the situation.

Just like your emotions, you couldn’t think of a reply to him.

Were you supposed to just respond “okay,” and move on from him? Was he expecting you to fight for whatever you guys had? You were unsure, and you wished you could make up your mind as to what you wanted to do.

Swallowing thickly, you picked option two and started to type a message to Obito. It took you forever to find the right words. You didn’t want to lose him. You and Obito had created so many memories over the past few months, and you still didn’t know what you did wrong to drive him out of your life. No, you couldn’t let this go. You wanted him to stay.

You sent the first text.

Then another.

And another.

You: what?? obito, please, don’t go. what happened? did i do something wrong?

You: please answer me.

You: i’m sorry. please obito just tell me what i did wrong.

Your mouth went completely dry, and your stomach dropped to the floor when you saw your blue messages turn a bright shade of green. A red circle with a red exclamation point sat beside the three messages you sent.

Obito had blocked you.

Panic set through you when this realization was processed in your brain. There was no way he actually blocked you. Obito never went to those kinds of lengths when it came to people, so why did he do it to you? God, what the fuck was going on?! Your brain wasn’t thinking properly, and you were trying to search for the right answer.

With shaky thumbs, you left the messages app and went to your social media. If he blocked you through your phone number, he might have forgotten about your Instagram or your Snapchat.

“C’mon.. please..” you sniffed as you clicked your follower option. As soon as it loaded, you typed in his name as fast as you could. You were picking your fingernails so hard you didn’t even realize that one of them was now broken, but you could care less.

Your mouth fell slightly open when the results came back with nothing. He blocked you on Instagram too, so there was no way you’d be able to access his account. You couldn’t even search his username.

Leaving Instagram, you went to Snapchat. The yellow screen lighting up your vision. This was the only other shot you had. If he blocked you here, you wouldn’t be able to contact him again. Obito had no other social media besides those two that you knew of, and you weren’t about to go see him in person.

You swiped to the left to see your recent snaps and chats. The heavy ache inside your chest grew deeper when your eyes landed on the grey opened mark underneath his username.

Your hand felt heavy with your phone sitting between your fingers. It almost involuntarily dropped onto your bed sheets from the weight. You couldn’t focus, your brain was scrambled and all you could do was stare into the hardwood floor of your bedroom. You couldn’t hear anything, it was almost like you were sitting in utter silence. You tuned everything out of your head.

Obito managed to get rid of you in every way possible. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with you anymore, and he made sure you wouldn’t find a way to get back to him. That was it, you two were both done, and there was no way you’d ever speak to him again.

He was gone, no longer in your life. A person you can now say you knew.

It wasn’t the fact that he blocked you that hurt you. It was the fact that he walked out of your life, and you caused it. You forced him to leave because of your idiotic decision. You got too close, you crossed the boundaries, and he was uncomfortable. The guilt hung over you like a ghost watching your every move. How could you be so naive? He left your apartment so quickly after you spoke to him. You should have taken the hint, but you didn’t.

Obito left you, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Most of all, Obito left you with the memories you both shared together. Every moment of happiness you experienced with one another was now tarnished and turned to nothing. It didn’t mean a single thing now.

You didn’t even notice the tears flowing down your cheeks until one of the droplets landed on your knee. You tried to hold them in, but the more you inhaled, the more of them formed. It was beginning to get harder to breathe, and your chest started to heave with this weight you couldn’t shake.

Placing your head in your hands, you started to sob uncontrollably. Your body started shaking, and there was a slight ringing in your ears. You kept seeing the text messages inside of your head, and all of the memories you spent with Obito. It felt like your brain was shoving it into your head to make you suffer. You couldn’t escape no matter how hard you tried to run away.

Tears burned your vision once again. They coated your cheeks like pavement during a rainstorm. They trailed down your neck towards the collar of your top. They seemed unstoppable, and you weren’t sure if they’d ever halt.

You lifted your head, choosing to lay down on your bed. You didn’t want your tears to drip onto your sheets, and you wanted to face away just in case Konan walked in on you. If she did, you’d have to tell her, and you weren’t ready for that conversation yet. How could you tell your best friend that your friends with benefits left you?

It was funny, you spent so much time telling yourself that this agreement would end one day, and, if it did, you would be fine. You always said you weren’t that attached to Obito, and he was only your fuck buddy.

Here you were, sobbing in your room because he left you. It was ironic, and you felt so fucking stupid.

Turning your body towards the wall, you hugged your blanket tightly. Part of you wished it was Obito. He’d be holding you with strong arms, and he would remind you how beautiful you were. He would make you feel safe and secure, and you’d fall asleep in his embrace. Unfortunately, for you, he wasn’t there, and all you had was the fabric of your blanket.

Your eyes shut, a few tears slipping through them and sliding onto your pillow. You could feel yourself slowly calming down and relaxing. Your body felt exhausted, and you could feel yourself slipping into sleep.

A blaring noise jolted you out of sleep, causing your heart to jump out of your chest and your eyes to pop open.

It took you a few seconds to adjust to the situation, but you realized that the noise you were hearing was the sound of your alarm going off beside your bed. You were slightly confused that it was already Monday again, because it still felt like it was the weekend.

Another problem you had was the splitting headache you had. Your brain felt like somebody was taking a hammer and bashing it in. Were you hungover or something? It surely felt like it, and you had no idea why.

You also vaguely recalled a weird dream you had the previous night.

Sitting up in your bed, you slammed your fingertips onto the phone screen to pause your alarm. It was honestly getting annoying, and it was making your headache worse than it actually was. You could barely remember yesterday, and you were confused as to why. Though, Konan probably knew what happened.

You reached over to grab your phone. You couldn’t remember your dream until you pressed the messages app on your phone.

Obito.

The messages you tried to send were still green, so the “dream” you had was in fact real. He was still gone from your life, and he had you blocked on everything.

Denial was a beautiful thing.

Your body felt like it weighed more than it did. It seemed like you were being held down by cement, and you struggled to get yourself out of your bed. Everything from last night hit you like a ton of bricks, and you understood why you had such a huge headache. Your mouth was also extremely dry and it felt like sandpaper.

You also realized you had classes to attend that day. That meant you had to go on campus, and gain the motivation to see other people. If you were being honest, you had no intention of doing any of those things.

You weren’t feeling well, you felt sick.

Your eyes snapped to your bedroom door when you heard a sudden knock coming from it. It must have been Konan. She usually came to wake you up when you shut off your alarm, because you had a habit of going back to sleep.

Fuck, what were you going to do?

If you were being real with yourself, you wanted to tell Konan everything that happened the previous night. You were also feeling that urge to explode into tears again, but you didn’t want to worry her about anything. She had her own life too, and being a burden to her wasn’t in your plans for today. Not to mention, you weren’t exactly in the best state of mind to even talk about the situation. It’d make you feel worse than you already did.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to answer her. “I’m up!” you called, shifting around on your sheets. You wanted to look as normal as possible.

The door suddenly opened, Konan poked her head in to look at you. A bright smile flashed on her features once she saw you. “Hi! How’d you sleep?” she stepped into your bedroom, walking towards your bed so she was now standing in front of you.

You had so much envy for her cheery mood. You wished you could feel as good as her, but the storm clouds inside your brain weren’t going to disappear.

“I slept well.. um, what about you?“ you looked up at her with a fake smile.

She looked at your face for a few moments before responding to you. “I slept okay, but I assumed you slept great! You got a lot of sleep last night,” she twirled a piece of her violet-colored hair between her fingers.

Your eyebrows furrowed instantly, you swore you went to sleep at a decent time yesterday. After all, you did pass out from your huge breakdown, but you were certain that it was already late evening when that happened. It made you confused, and you wondered how long you were out for.

Clearing your throat, you nodded your head. “Um, what? I don’t remember going to sleep early yesterday, unless I did and I just don’t recall it,” you crossed your legs on your bed.

Konan cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean? I called you at around seven and you didn’t pick up, and when I got home you were passed out in your bed,” she replied, “It surprised me because you’re usually up when I come home from work,”

A feeling of surprise rushed over your body. You practically slept the whole night, and you didn’t get up once. Konan was right, that was very out of the ordinary for you. You weren’t the type to take naps, and you weren’t sure how you did it for that long.

You laughed, trying to make everything less awkward. “Oh, wow, I didn’t even notice. I guess I was just really tired,” you scratched the back of your head, “But, um, Konan, I don’t think I’m going to go to school today,”

Her facial expression changed to a concerned one. She sat down beside you on your bed, looking over at you as if she was studying you. “(Y/N), you never miss your classes! Is everything alright?” she had a worried tone in her voice.

You put your hands up defensively. “Y-Yeah! I’m just.. sick, okay? I don’t feel that well, and I need a day,” you said, “Okay? Trust me,”

It looked like she was going to say something else, but she closed her mouth instead. You prayed she wouldn’t ask anymore questions, because if she did, you’d probably turn into a mess like the night before. You didn’t want to feel those things again, and you didn’t want to worry her.

Konan stood up, heading in the direction of your bedroom door. “Okay, well, I hope you feel better, babe! I have to head out for my next class, but take care of yourself,” she looked back at you with a smile.

You waved at her, “Yep! I’ll text you!”

She waved back before stepping out into the hallway, and shutting your bedroom door. Konan then went to the kitchen to grab her things, but as she walked, she couldn’t help but start to think about some things.

What was going on with you?

She didn’t want to pry you with any other questions, but she knew something wasn’t okay and her gut was telling her she might be right.

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