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seeingivy · 8 months

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Omg can u do a one shot where reader goes to the eras tour with Gojo??

miss americana and the heartbreak prince

satoru gojo x f!reader

an: this didn't mesh well as a one shot when I wrote it, so i hope this mix of blurbs and headcanons is ok <3 also, this is for a very specific audience, feel free to ignore on your dash!!!

satoru gojo, in his infinite knowledge and wisdom, is first exposed to the eras tour when you ask him to sign up for a presale code

“wait, so. you just want me to sign up for all the dates?” satoru asks, voice echoing through your phone speaker. “yes, make sure that you verify your ticketmaster account and everything now. and then when you do that, send me a picture so i can make sure you did it right.” you respond. “it’s not rocket science, babe. i’m sure i can figure out how to do it.” satoru grumbles, as you hear typing on the other end of the line. “just take the picture when you’re done.” “was this that important that you had to call me while I was at work?” “babe. this is taylor swift. of course it was.” “right.”

the fated day of buying tickets come and you and satoru are literally hiding from your bosses in the corner of your office - laptops pulled up and anxiously watching the queue

you're both nervously watching the numbers get smaller and smaller, nervous hands open on a twitter tab that's talking about people getting kicked out of the line, locked out, or being told that the tickets are already all gone

but by the grace of god, satoru's laptop goes through first and he manages to bag the two of you floor tickets and you're in

you climb into bed, pushing the hair off of satoru’s head to give him a kiss on the forehead, before you tuck yourself into the sheets and nestle into his arms. “sweetheart.” “hm?” “can i ask you a question? you don’t have to say yes.” he asks, voice all uncharacteristically shy. you prop yourself up on his bare chest, trying to discern the look on his face in the dark, as you nod. “can i go to the concert with you?” and when you see the little frowny face he has on, you can’t help but laugh at the entire ordeal, at the satoru gojo begging you to take him to a taylor swift concert. and when you start laughing, he starts grumbling, turning his surely pink face away from you. “shut up.” “oh my god, toru. you’re so cute, you know that?” “i’m glad my misery is adorable to you.” “I’d love if you would come to the concert with me. on one condition.” “what’s that?” “you have to learn all the lore and listen to the songs before we go. i’m not about to be that girl standing next to the guy who doesn’t know the surprise songs on the floor.” “okay. what’s a surprise song?” you press your fingers against his lips and place a kiss on his cheek. “all in good time.”

you make a game plan for satoru, color coded and planned out, for him to learn everything you want him to know

you break it down for him era by era, asking him to first listen to the album and send you his reviews - and then explaining important key details that he would need to know

and it evolves so fast, because he gets more and more excited as he goes on, texting you his thoughts at work

he just needs a reason to not do work, but he gets REALLY REALLY INTO IT

satoru: YOU’RE GAY. you: no? i don’t think so satoru: i’m singing picture to burn babe, be quiet satoru: if the way i loved you is country music, slap a flannel and a cowboy hat on me because i am FLOORED. ABSOLUTE BANGER. you: PLEASE ARE YOU LISTENING AT WORK??? satoru: mind your own business. satoru: also, who is mr. perfectly fine about? you: joe jonas. satoru: she dated joe jonas? you: no satoru, she dated barack obama. yes, she dated joe jonas. satoru: well now i hate him. he’s so rude. satoru: THIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING IM SORRY FOR THATTTT NIGHT you: last night when you ate my leftovers? satoru: that wasn’t me you: sure. satoru: is dear john about john mayer? you: yes. we don’t like him. satoru: fuck yeah we don’t. SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOWN??? JOHN, JOHN WHEN I CATCH YOU satoru: babe if you ever break up with me ill go sleep on the highway you: ok?? I wasn’t planning on it satoru: do not EVER give me a reason to relate to last kiss i will actually do something dangerous you: why did shoko just send me a picture of you with your head down on your desk at work? satoru: babe please don’t talk to me rn. i just listened to all too well and i am inconsolable. you: wait till you watch the short film. satoru: PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS. JAKE GYLLENHAL ALEX THE LION FROM MADAGASCAR WHEN I GET YOU. you: ok satoru. pipe down. satoru: ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET you: i feel like im creating a monster. satoru: I WANT YOU FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER BROKE YOUR HEART ILL PUT IT BACK TOGETHER satoru: just finished reputation. many thoughts you: oh??? satoru: one. can we get frisky to dress? two. I am buying you a necklace with my initial on it. three. king of my heart is my favorite song so far. four. CAN WE GET FRISKY TO DRESS. five. kanye west, when I get you. you: satoru. you are at work. please focus. satoru: i know that’s a yes. satoru: just listened to lover. I am inconsolable and i love this white woman. DAYLIGHT??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. LOVER??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. PAPER RINGS??? ME AND YOU. you: do not take paper rings as an excuse to not buy me a real ring. I am expecting a nice six pronged gold band circular cut diamond. satoru: also can we get frisky to false god. you: satoru gojo. satoru: babe. urgent. 911. you: what. satoru: am i augustine or am i betty?? you: you’re inez. nosy gossiping ass bitch. satoru: EXCUSE ME. also invisible string is so us. joe alwyn, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. you: well. satoru: is she ok. like seriously, is taylor ok??? if she has happily been in a relationship for six years why did she write tolerate it? doesn’t she know my mental health is fragile? you: why tf are YOU crying about tolerate it? we’ve been in a stable relationship for four years satoru: i was imaging you being mean to me. it really hurt my feelings you: ok. satoru: long story short, the masterpiece that you are. JOE AND TAYLOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. satoru: what is their name combined you: toe. satoru: ok… satoru: MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT you: oh god. you’re at the end. let’s hear it. satoru: one. can we get frisky to maroon? two. you’re on your own kid changed my life. three. sweet nothing is us. four. can we get frisky to maroon. five. john mayer i will KILL YOU. six. also is like scooter braun a crack head or something like what is vigilante shit even about satoru: babe. satoru: no. satoru: YOU’RE LOSING ME???? JOE???? JOE ALWYN MY BROTHER JOE ALWYN???? NO. you: yes. satoru: Y/N. HE WON’T MARRY HER?????? IM GOING TO KILL HIM. THE GUY WHO LOVER IS ABOUT??? WHO MASTERMIND SWEET NOTHING INVISIBLE STRING IS ABOUT??? satoru: do not talk to me. I hate you. you: WHAT DID I DO

satoru gets more and more excited about the entire thing as it goes on, telling YOU that you need to start planning outfits and making bracelets like you weren't the one who got him into this

satoru cannot make friendship bracelets. but he likes watching you make them and asking you all the little things you like about the music

“ok. what do i make the next one?” “hm. did you do style yet?” “no.” you start collecting all the beads as satoru props his phone up against the table, to the live stream of the concert. every night, the two of you watch the surprise songs together and make a note of which ones you lose from your drafted list of picks - a mix of yours and satoru’s favorite songs that aren’t on the setlist. “open.” satoru holds the spoon of noodles right over your lips as you focus on finishing the bracelet, his eyes focused on the live stream. “satoru.” “hm?” “can i ask a weird question?” “sure.” “you seem like you’re like really into this. like actually.” “well, i am. this is serious - i cannot lose clean for a second time or i will break something.” “not that. I just mean, the entire thing. like the songs and the music and all that. you…are really into it.” “well, why wouldn’t i be? it’s something you like. and it clearly means a lot to you, so it does to me too.” you can feel your cheeks burning at how blunt he is about the entire thing, like it’s something so obvious, like him putting in all this effort to like something you do is a given. you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, which he smiles at before focusing back on the live stream. “BABE. NO.” “OH MY GOD." “ITS CLEAN.” “TORU HOW DID WE LOSE A SONG TWICE.”

satoru decides that the two of you are going to go as miss americana and the heartbreak prince - and watches you meticulously collect fabrics and threads to make the pink dress you had in mind

you made it a point to also sew on the little broken heart for satoru's light pink shirt and white slacks that he was going to wear to the concert and buy the two of you matching gold crowns to wear together

“something is missing from my outfit, y/n.” you frown, looking over at him as he fixes the little gold crown you got him on his white hair. “what are you talking about? you look fine.” satoru digs through your makeup box, rummaging around till he pulls out a tube of your red lipstick. “you want to wear it, toru?” “what? no. you put it on and then plant a bunch of kisses on my cheeks. so it leaves a mark.” “oh?” “IT’LL LOOK BETTER THAT WAY. I SAW SOMEONE ON TIK TOK DO IT.” you roll your eyes as you lean forward in the mirror, blotting the buttery product on your lips and ignoring the devilish smile that satoru’s giving you in the mirror. and then you turn around and cup his face in your hands, making it a point to pepper long kisses on his cheeks and the side of his neck, making sure the full mark of your lips is left on his skin. and when you’re done, he turns in the mirror and gives you a satisfied smile. “perfect.” “you’re so lame, satoru. if you wanted me to kiss you, you should have just asked.” “can i have a kiss?” “no.” he leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, it being his turn to smother you in kisses, eliciting a laugh from you when his breath tickles your neck. “shut up.”

type of mf to take BILLIONS OF PICTURES of you outside the concert and even more with you, until you both get ones you like

also, totally wears a stack of friendship bracelets that you made together, but only trades with other boyfriends and dads in solidarity

man stands for the entire concert with you, except during the man. because he knows his place.

you start SOBBING during lover and he's there just smiling at how SILLY you are and wiping your little tears away. you both sway to the song together and scream the bridge together.

he takes a picture of you doing the fearless heart with taylor in the back. bc duh.

speaking of, this dude is NOT recording taylor AT ALL he is recording you and taking pictures of you and it's literally the most wholesome thing ever

like you're just so excited and jumpy that he thinks its cute and he wants to document it

but then he's so inconsolable during tis the damn season and tolerate it that he's SCREAMING THE LYRICS with the passion of ten suns (he is an evermore stan, fight with the wall)

takes a video of you singing during enchanted (which he later makes his lockscreen)

fighting for his life during all too well. like everyone else.

your surprise songs are dear john and daylight - which you're both screaming together on the floor.

satoru is giving YOU the side eye when you scream DATE ME TAYLOR during vigilante shit chair moment.

mister man is blushing when you point at him when taylor sings karma is my boyfriend

carries you out of the concert bc he knows your feet are killing you.

and feeds you after. bc duh. post concert munchies at a fast food drive thru.

an, again: tee hee this was so silly but so fun to think about. and for a very niche audience AHAHHAHA. also it feels weird to use my taglist when this is for a VERY specific audience so I will ignore.

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gallawitchxx · 3 days

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hi beeee!! i hope you're doing okay 💖💖💖

ooohohohoho okay for the kiss thingy: god knows why cuz it sounds potentially very painful but i feel so compelled to request 28 🙏

sweet deanna! i'm hanging in, thanks love! 💖 so you & @lingy910y both requested #28 & i want to fill both of your prompts. but because you were (rightfully) afraid of pain, i gave you one that's a bit strange, but has a promisingly happy ending? you can be the judge! xx

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send me a number & i'll write you a smoocheroo 😚

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#28: ...as a lie ps. this is inspired by this post about dealer!mickey & insomniac!ian, who have now rotted my brain.

Ian hasn’t slept in days.

It’s happened before—endless energy is one of his tried-and-true symptoms of mania—but this isn’t that. He’s taking his meds, his skin isn’t crawling and his mind is fairly quiet. Quiet enough to frustrate him as he tosses and turns and wonders what the fuck’s going on.

His schedule has been all over the place lately; his normal routine lost to the endless cycles of employment and Gallagher family responsibilities. He’d been hoping to add school to the mix this semester so that he could have other, less hectic options than a rig-riding EMT, but he’d pushed it off. A pity, now that all-nighters are apparently his thing.

Night two, he googles a few things, which is a huge mistake. Who can fall asleep after reading about how even just twenty-four hours without sleep can begin to derail your bodily systems? Sleep deprivation can cause or worsen conditions like Type 2 diabetes, High blood pressure, Stroke, Heart attack—his pulse leaps as his phone clatters to the ground.

Night three, he takes to the streets, running around the Southside until his lungs burn and his knees wobble. As he passes the clinic that gave his seventeen-year-old self a lifetime prescription for antipsychotics, he knows that if this lasts much longer, he should call his doctor. Tell them his nighttime meds aren’t putting him to sleep anymore. Nip this insomnia thing in the bud before it can overthrow the delicate balance he’s worked so hard to maintain.

Night four, desperate and a bit delusion, he pulls up a number he hasn’t used in years, saved under a contact labeled, DO NOT TEXT.

He breaks his own rule: Hey. Still making house calls?

The response is almost immediate: the fuck u care for?

Ian rolls his bloodshot eyes, typing: It’s an emergency.

Three little dots herald a response that makes him laugh: a weed emergency?

He stays strong: Wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need it.

The next text makes his chest clench: u ok?

He decides to keep it vague—I can’t sleep, but it’s not what you think.—and hopes he doesn’t have to explain further and is relieved to read: u want ur usual?

Another clench: Indica

Two texts arrive in rapid succession: what else do u want? can i give u head while u smoke or no?

There it is: the reason Ian doesn’t use this number anymore.

Maybe in another life it would be a blessing to have a weed dealer to lovers arc with your childhood crush, but in this one, it was a curse. A curse that lasted almost a whole year, bringing with it an endless bouquet of blissful fucks and free weed, and a million moments of tenderness Ian knew nobody else was getting out of the guy. A curse that eventually came to collect payment in the form of bloodied knuckles, broken hearts and ego wounds. A curse that still clings to Ian’s psyche, filling his dreams with gentle, tattooed fingers and bright blue eyes and a sweet and savory scent that can only be described as Mickey.

Mickey, now DO NOT TEXT.

On second thought, maybe he should never sleep again.

The knock at the door makes him hard—a Pavlovian response that irks him more than the three sleepless nights he’s suffered so far. Three raps, one right after the other. The last one no more than a brush of his hand.

Ian adjusts himself and answers the door.

Fuck, one look at that smug asshole and he’s immediately right back in it. Lust and like and maybe even a little bit of reckless fucking love fill his body, rising to the surface like sweet cream. A layer of fat on the roof of one’s mouth; a treat to lick later, a reminder that they didn’t end things because they weren’t insanely hot for one another and potentially soulmates. They were just idiots. Stubborn, petty dicks.

Oh Pride, the great slayer of men.

Jesus, he needs to sleep.

“First one’s on the house,” Mickey says as he crosses the threshold, a joint held tightly between C and K.

Hours slip by. They laugh, they smoke. It feels like old times. Ian’s body is loose in a way it hasn’t been in years. It feels good. Like maybe-he-could-sleep-tonight good. And as he melts further into the couch, he starts to get a little horny too. Because Mickey’s yapping on and on about some asshole that frequents the bar he works at, and Ian’s listening, he swears he’s listening, but he’s also staring at Mickey’s mouth like he wants to take Mickey up on that text message and shut him the fuck up with his dick.

Like he wants to taste the stale smoke of his tongue.

Wants him to stay the night.

Forever, maybe.

Mickey finishes his story. His eyes go soft and he drums his fingers against his knee. “Should get outta your hair, Gallagher,” he says. “Letcha sleep.”

That’s the last thing Ian wants.

“Not tired,” he fibs.

Mickey cocks an eyebrow. “You’re not? ’S been days, man. This shit’s gotta be hittin’ ya by now.”

It’s true. It has been days and this shit is hitting him. Or maybe he’s having a sleep-deprivation-induced stroke. He just knows Mickey can’t go.

“Can’t go to sleep without a goodnight kiss.”

Mickey’s already leaning in when he asks, “Then you promise you’ll hit the hay?”

Ian nods as Mickey presses a kiss to his lying lips.

#welp - throws whatever this is at you #alskfjalkj #i realized that both of my kisses are at the very end of the ficlet & aren't actually described #lolol #maybe my next attempt should be 1K words of just describing the kiss #no actual context needed #just tongues #anyway THANKS DEANNA I LOVE YOU DEANNA #shameless #shameless fanfiction #prompt fill #ian x mickey

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sweaterkittensahoy · 22 days

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this is soooooo insanely self indulgent but for fic prompts could u write something where bucky is so attracted to buck’s brain to the point where it’s literally a turn on but buck is used to people not caring (his shitty parents) so he doesn’t really get it

The biggest trick any unit has to learn is what to do with downtime. There's things to do in Boise, but it's important to not just let the boys loose every day and night they aren't training.

Lectures are semi-popular. Buck offers up a few on science. High-school level stuff explaining physics and chemistry. Things a lot of the boys already know a little about and want to know more.

Bucky slips into the back of the room for one of them, standing against the wall because there's no free space to sit. It makes him smile. Buck's whole face lights up when he figures out a good topic for a lecture, and Bucky's glad to see how many seem to like them.

Buck steps up to the lectern and grins at the boys. "Who wants to figure out the best order to lose all four engines and survive?" he asks.

"Can we figure it out the other way, too?" Hambone asks, which makes everyone laugh, even Buck.

"Sure," he says. "But I'll let anyone who doesn't want that knowledge cut out before we talk about it."

Bucky chuckles as Buck turns towards the chalkboard and someone sends a paper airplane through the air, hitting Buck in the back.

"Douglass, that's five demerits," Buck says.

There's a few moments of tussling around Douglass as his friends give him grief, but they all go quiet when Buck turns to face the room again and says, "Okay, let's talk gravity."

Bucky follows the lecture easily. He and Buck have had these conversations before, Buck breaking down the science when Bucky can't follow, making sure he can explain it back to him before he picks up again. It means he can relax and simply watch Buck.

Buck's got the room's attention, his deep voice carrying easily, and the loose-limbed way he moves keeping everyone's attention. He walks the boys through equations and illustrations, drawing a full layout of the fuel line hosing from memory to help the discussion about how gravity and mass and velocity all wrap together to affect which engine has the best chance of running the longest even if the fuel pressure drops.

Bucky shifts his hat, moving it from under his arm to hold in both hands in front of his belt to hide the fact that his dick is half-hard. Buck's face is bright and relaxed as he answers a question about the equation. Bucky watches the pilot who asked the question nod along as he makes sense of Buck's answer.

He's so goddamn smart, Buck is. It makes Bucky feel like his insides are sparking when it's on display like this. Buck knows so much and explains it all so well. He's so open with what he knows and never tires at questions or confusion. Watching him be happy to share makes Bucky want to cut the lecture short so he can kiss him silly, taste the chalk dust that's settled on him, and tell him how amazing he is.

The lecture ends, and the room empties out. Bucky stays put, nodding to a few of the boys who say hello. Buck stays up at the front of the room, looking at the chalkboard like he's appreciating his own work.

"Another sold out show," Bucky says once they're alone.

Buck turns and ducks his head. "I think I'm the only show on today."

"That's not true, and you know it," Bucky replies, pushing off the wall and walking slowly up the center aisle to Buck. "You had them eating out of your hand, like always."

"It's just about finding the right way to explain it," Buck says. "That's not hard."

Bucky stops close enough to Buck that their buttons brush together. "You are so goddamn smart it makes me crazy," he says. "You know all this stuff, and you can explain it, and you can figure out how to make it interesting for anyone."

Buck slips a hand over Bucky's hip and shifts so he can slip a leg between Bucky's. "Did I get you riled up again, Major?"

"You rile me up every fucking second," Bucky says, cupping the side of Buck's neck. "But, yeah, watching you work that big brain in front of a crowd really gets me going."

Buck huffs a laugh and brushes his mouth against Bucky's. Bucky tastes the chalk dust and bites his lip so he doesn't moan. "Only you," he says, and it's deeply affectionate.

"Come on," Bucky says, tilting his head to one side. "Let me suck you off while you rattle off geometry proofs."

Buck snorts and shoves at Bucky, but then he reels him right back in and kisses him properly, a slow, steady movement of their mouths matched with an easy glide of their tongues. "I may be the brains of the operation, but you're the romantic," he says.

Bucky laughs and rocks against Bucky's thigh, sighing when Bucky shifts so there's more pressure on his cock. "Come on," he says, "Let's go find a spot to fuck my brains out."

"Only yours?" Buck asks.

Bucky shivers at the challenge in Buck's tone. "I'll never manage, but I will wear myself out trying."

Buck grins at him and takes one step back, grabbing Bucky's hand and pulling him along. "An equal amount of pressure on both sides," he says. "That's physics."

"Uh-huh," Bucky replies. "Keep talking dirty."

#clegan #prompt #fic #buck is so smart it makes bucky so stupid #he's fine with that #masters of the air

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Bachira discovering your sex toys mhmm

Oh! Oh this is fun, and something I never thought about before so lets see what happens.

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, use of sex toys, dirty talk, teasing, degradation, name-calling (bitch, slut, whore, sex toy but also sweetheart)

A/N: I started this as headcanons but it turned into a bit more.

"Care to explain these things, sweetheart?" Bachira sat on the bed with his legs crossed, an amused, knowing, mischievous looks on his face as he watched you look in horror at all your sex toys on display in front of him.

You've bought quite a few over the years, used them all at least once, the vibrator, the dildo, the little ass plug which also vibrated, the remote controlled two-in-one toy for both your pussy and your ass, the one that hit and massaged you g-spot just right... and now all of them were for him to see.

"Well... when a woman gets' lonely she... I'm sorry." You rubbed the back of your neck, feeling the heat spreading from your cheeks all over your body. Bachira rocked from side to side a little before reaching down and picking up one of the dildos. You watched him look at it, then down at himself. They were mostly the same size.

As he licked it from bottom to top your eyes widened more and more, intrigued by what he was planning, "I'm not mad. Just sad that you didn't tell me about them. We could have had so much fun with all of these. Instead you decided to be a greedy bitch and have fun all by yourself. Guess what, now it's my turn to have fun." He started frantically pulling his clothes off, his semi-hard cock bouncing once it was free, "Clothes off. Now."

What could he be planning now? You had no idea but that look in his eyes showed great promise.

He waited until you were fully naked before he swept the tip of the toy between your legs, pushing it up, gathering your wetness and then offering it back to you, "Lick it, just like you do to me." He wasn't asking, he was demanding, ordering.

Bachira's hand wrapped around his cock, his legs fully open as you held the dildo against your chest and started kissing and licking the tip, making deliberate strokes with your tongue that you knew drove him wild. Who knew even watching it did so? "I always imagine you, your cock."

"Yeah? And this one?" He picked up the U-shaped one, "Do you want my cock in multiple holes at ones then? I knew you had a slutty side to you."

You took the dildo into your mouth, up and down you went, moaning around the toy, Bachira watching with increasing awe and lust, "I want you everywhere, in every hole."

Something sparked inside of him with that admission. He rose up and walked over to you, his cock still in his hand, "Of course you do, a cockhungry slut like you always wants to be full of cock, 24/7 I bet. Sounds like fun to me." His voice dropped an octave, his smile sinister. Next thing you knew you were bent over the edge of the bed, the toys scattering around you and Bachira's cock scrapping at your insides, stretching your wet pussy open, "Actually, I am a little hurt here. I could have fucked you whenever you ask, instead you hide all these fun things from me. What happened to being honest?"

"You never asked." You responded cleverly, your smirk teasing, ass wiggling, inviting him to be rougher.

"Never told you to stop sucking either. Pretend it's me. Me filling your mouth and your cunt at the same damn time. You want every hole fucked and gaped and filled, I'm here to do that for you. We're gonna make good use of all three at once, and of all your pretty toys." He leaned over you, his next words sending a rush straight to your clit and pussy, "I'm gonna make you into my sex toy, my personal set of holes to fuck when ever I want. Seems only fair. A fitting punishment for a whore like you."

#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk imagines #bllk headcanons #meguru bachira #bachira x reader #bachira smut #bachira imagine #blue lock #blue lock x female reader #bllk x you #bllk x female reader #smut blurb

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joedirtymadre · 2 months

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Hi!!! I really like your writing!! but I'd like to give you an unwanted suggestion 👉👈 (you can take ot or leave it, I understand of course) Reading the fics gets really tiring when the paragraphs are so long, maybe you should break them down a little so it's easier to understand! Also I've seen it's more common to write in third person, reading in first person feels a little weird. Maybe you like things that way and it's totally okay, but I think trying these might help a little so more people read your stuff. I send u a big hug! Please keep writing! 💖

Jasmine Tea

YUJI X READER! FLUFF! (PLEASE SEND REQUESTS 😭) Also my bad for writing first person. I’ll try third person and making my paragraphs shorter, old habits make it tuff 🥲

“Come on (Y/N), just confess to him!” Nobara sighed as she pushed me towards Yuji’s door. “B-But I was set up. You and Panda played me during truth or date…” you said as you tried to fight back, but it was no use. “What are you talking about? It was a… fair game,” Nobara hesitated. “You just hesitated before saying fair,” you pointed out. “Well we’re already here, so… good luck!” She said as she knocked on the door and ran away. “Wait! Take me with y-“

“(Y/N)?” You heard as the door opened. “O-Oh… hey Yuji. H-How are you?” You stuttered. “Good and you? And was Nobara just here, I swear I just heard her,” he said as he looked down the hallway. “No, just me! Just wanted to say hi!” You said, and tried to walk away, but saw Nobara and Panda peek down the hallway, with a mischievous expression. Oh, right… the punishment game.

“Uh Yuji… are you free?” You asked. “Free?” He asked. “Y-Yeah… there’s a new ramen shop I wanted to try,” You said nervously. “Ramen, that does sound pretty good right now! Let me grab my coat,” he said before rushing in and quickly running back out with a jacket on. You looked over towards Nobara and Panda, both of them gave me a thumbs up before going back into hiding. Both of you then headed off campus and towards town.

While in the metro, you noticed it was pretty packed so you both had to stand. “(Y/N) have you checked out the menu? It looks so good,” he grinned. You nodded, “Yeah, I heard they have a super spicy broth, and I’m really excited about it,” you replied. “That does sound good, maybe I’ll get a side of gyoza too. It's been a while,” he pointed out. “Ooh, gyoza sounds great. You know what else I haven’t had in a whi-“ You were cut off, due to the metro stopping all of a sudden.

You braced yourself for impact, but instead landed on a firm yet soft surface… “Are you ok?” Yuji asked. You widened my eyes, and looked up to see that he had caught me. “I’m f-fine,” you blushed. “Good,” he smiled, but instead of loosening his grip, he still kept his arm wrapped around your lower back. “It’d be better if you hold onto me. I’ll make sure you don’t fall,” he said. You slowly nodded and held onto him as the metro continued on track to our destination.

The metro soon arrived at your destination and you and Yuji quickly got off and headed towards the new ramen place. After quickly being seated down at a table, as you sat across from each other and began looking through the menu.

“I might get a hot tea, I’d hate to mix something cold with something super hot and then get sick later,” you explained. “Alright, sounds good. How about some jasmine tea?” He asked. “Sure,” you nodded. After ordering and a few more minutes of chatting the waiter returned with the pot of tea. “Here you go-OH!” The waiter yelled as he slipped. He accidentally dropped the kettle on the table, causing it to shatter at impact. You covered my face, but felt the hot liquid hit my arms. “Ow!” You yelled. “(Y/N)!” Yuji said worriedly and rushed over. “Are you hurt? Y-You got burned!” He said, and grabbed your hand and dragged you to the restroom.

He ran into the women’s bathroom and rushed me over to the sink. He quickly splashed cold water on my arms. “Y-Yuji…” you said softly, as you watched him continue to splash cold water on your burn. “I’m sorry, I should’ve caught it. Now you got burnt,” he said softly. You stayed quiet, and stood there as he continued to mend you. The manager and the waiter apologized profusely, and even gave you a 50% coupon for a whole year. Yuji still wasn’t too happy, but honestly you just wanted to go home. Plus, the manager gave you a big container of gyoza to take home.

The ride back home was silent, even on the metro. “Yuji… are you ok?” You asked as you just arrived at the campus stairs. “I’m fine, I just…” he trailed off. “Sorry about tonight. It’s my fault we couldn’t try the super spicy broth after all,” you joked, hoping it would lighten the mood. “Maybe next time, but… I didn’t like seeing you get hurt. I don’t know why, cause we’ve been on missions before. But this time was different, I got so mad I wanted to punch that guy,” he sighed as he scratched his head. “Well… I sometimes get like that too,” you blushed. “You do?” He asked, looking to face me. You nodded, “When we’re on assignments or when you come back from one and you’re all beaten up, or injured my whole heart feels like it was smashed.” You answered. “That’s how mine felt!” He said. “Then maybe…” you blushed. “Maybe what?” He asked. “C-Can I check something?” You asked nervously. “Sure,” he said. “C-Can you close your eyes real quick?” You asked, hoping he won’t notice how nervous you’re acting. “Uhh… ok,” he shrugged and shut his eyes.

You slowly walked up to him and stared at him for a second. Before you slowly lifted yourself with your tippy toes, and held onto his shoulders for balance. “(Y-“ you cut him off, with a gentle and soft kiss. You immediately felt him tense up, and quickly pulled away. “I’m sorry! I thought- I just-“ but was interrupted as you were suddenly pulled into another, more passionate kiss.

This time you tensed up, but slowly you allowed your body to relax into the kiss. After a few more seconds you finally pulled away, trying to catch your breath. You stared at Yuji’s light pink tinted cheeks. “S-So you like me too?” You asked, feeling excited. “I’ve always liked you (Y/N)… but I guess I didn’t realize that I liked you more than a friend,” he laughed, nervously. “I’ve always liked you too, and I’m glad we hung out today,” you smiled. “Yeah, me too. So, is that reason why you invited me out today? You were planning to confess?” He asked, as he wrapped his arm around you. “Something like that,” you answered.

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pinkslashersimp · 2 years

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i had a request in mind!! yandere! poly! will & hannibal after the fall (in an au where they moved out of the country and start a completely new life) with a very ditzy/oblivious but angelic s/o? maybe they accidentally bumb into them and are smitten! how would they go abt courting them? would they end up taking them for themselves after their obliviousness towards their obvious feelings for them? i love your work sm!!!

Thank u!:)

Will wasn’t on my character list at the time this was requested but, for you, (and because i’d like a challenge) i will give you some quality hannigram drabble content <3

excuse me for any errors at all, i’ve been a little preoccupied but hopefully this is up to standard:) i’ve tried to write best i can for will

TWS: yandere behaviour, murder, kidnapping, reader is GN and lowk a fucking dumbass

Yandere Hannigram x ditzy oblivious s/o🌷💗

Okay so let’s say you meet in your local grocery shop, you’re completely minding your own business scanning the shelves for free range eggs when you accidentally bodyslam bump into Will, who was standing next to you the entire time (also mindlessly scanning the shelves for eggs). Which sends you straight onto the floor beside your trolley

Will, aside from being a little alarmed at the fact you bumped into him and fell down, is completely smitten by you. The way your facial features perfectly complimented you and matched your voice and attitude, both angelic, soft, and confident. Your gentle laugh almost had him lost in a trance as you apologised profusely, lifting yourself from the floor and explaining you were trying to find the free range eggs, then asking if he had seen any, then babbling about how you’ll only eat specific ones but you’ve always wanted to try something new and-

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I’m y/n, I totally bumped into um-“

“Will.”

“Will, yeah! anyway sorry I really have to go, don’t want my ice cream to melt” you part with a friendly laugh, leaving the store content but a little embarrassed after your fall

Hannibal looks down at will with an annoyed look, granted, he thinks you were very polite and kind to apologise for the inconvenience, but the babbling and ditzy personality irritates him a little

Will, on the other hand, quietly pleads with Hannibal in the middle of the now empty aisle to please please let him court you and date as a three.

Hannibal begrudgingly agrees.

So they both begin memorising when you go to the shop, and when you leave, and where you live.

You see them pop up much more often than usual, giving you a warm smile and wave before one of them approaches and tries to make an alright conversation, in an attempt to flirt, for as long as possible before you have to leave them to head back home

After a few weeks it becomes apparent you aren’t picking up on their very obvious hints at all

Like, at all.

The final straw for Will was when he noticed another man approaching you on your way back home one night, obviously with ill intentions, yet you let him, a stranger, walk beside you and talk to you

To Will, the fact someone would dare attempt to steal you from him and Hannibal angered him greatly. They had to be dealt with.

So, he waits until you’re inside your home, away from the ghastly act hes about to commit, and he swiftly snuffs the strangers life out like a match after dragging him into an alleyway

Will knows he can’t take you and cover up the murder alone, so he calls Hannibal to help him take you and hide away the murder he just committed.

Hannibal is less than pleased to hear and see what Will has just done.

Hannibal obviously would’ve preferred courting you normally, your obliviousness would’ve made it much easier to manipulate you. But, alas, thanks to Will it was now too late for that.

Taking you wasn’t easy, but keeping you in the house was. Your ditziness and obliviousness made it easy to have you believe there was no chance in escaping.

Hannibal is much more distant when you first begin living with them, cooking the meals and offering you a hand on the back every now and again so you know he supports you and wouldn’t hurt you, but ultimately keeping his distance in order not to scare you off

Will, however, is much more clingy, apologising to you for what he did and explaining how much he likes and would never hurt you, kissing your hands and telling you everything will be okay

They both let you have freedom around the house since they both believe you won’t manage to escape them.

#slashers #slasher headcanons #yandere slashers #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #yandere hannibal #hannibal headcanons #hannigram #yandere hannigram #hannigram x reader #will graham #nbc will graham #yandere will graham #yandere will graham headcanons #will graham x reader

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planetdream · 8 months

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Heyy

I don't know if you're taking asks right now so if you aren't, don't need to answer :) I'm here mainly to say I appreciate your writing and I'm a bit biased by.. no, I'm in a Lee Know fever lately and I've seen a lot of thoughts and things about being sub, bratty sub and stuff but I don't think I could be it, since I'm inexperienced lol so I thought of Lino with a flirty s/o on the outside but shy and inexperienced on the inside. She just wants to please him and be good for him but she doesn't know how :(( I wonder how Minho would react to a very subby s/o, who just wants to love him and shower him with love but it's too shy to do it by herself:(((

(again, you don't need to answer if you don't feel alright by anything and no hurries <3)

I don't know if I'll be here often but you can call me anon spring 🌼 :)))

Stay well and healthy 💪

Love you writing , bye bye:)))

hiii <3 hehe thank u sm for sending this!! ur ask rlly inspired me so i wrote something short and sweet and i really hope it's a little similar to what you asked for 🥺

warnings [implied smut + d/s dynamics. shy/inexperienced!reader. possible typos.] 747 words

Minho isn’t used to this. He doesn’t let you notice that, though. You’re on your knees for him, peering up at him with wide, interested eyes, ready for Minho to lead you. It’s not innocence behind your glossy eyes, but rather, inexperience; a hesitation that you’re biting down on, a rising fever of heat within making you want to pounce on Minho—but you don’t. You stay just as you are, hands on your thighs, blinking up at Minho.

“C’mon pretty,” Minho whispers, hand caressing the flesh of your face. “Told you I can’t do anything unless you tell me what you want.”

He pouts, blinking back down at you all prettily. This isn’t the first time in your relationship that you and Minho have been physical—he’s eaten you out and fingered you before—but you want to go further. You want to experience all that Minho has to offer, and more, you want to be able to please Minho. Provide him with a euphoric type of pleasure that he’s never experienced. But you’re stuck, unable to find the courage, let alone, the words to explain to Minho the plethora of thoughts that are running through your head.

He’s careful in his approach to get you to speak. “Baby? What’s in that pretty little head of yours?”

You speak. “I don’t know.” Your thoughts are speaking to you all at once, it’s practically impossible to get anything comprehensible out.

“You don’t know?” Minho frowns—it’s fake, though, behind it rests a smirk—then continues. “Can’t do anything if you don’t know.”

“No,” You stall, trying to search for the best possible way to explain what’s on your mind without embarrassing yourself. Though Minho constantly assures you that you can tell him anything, embarrassing or not. Minho’s brow raises, encouraging you to speak your mind. His hand comes back to your face, thumb stroking beneath your cheekbone; an attempt to soothe you, to clear your mind. “Want to…”

You trail off again. Fear and embarrassment making a home within the pit of your stomach. You know Minho wouldn’t judge you—after all, he did once make an offhand comment about how he’s into some very strange kinks himself—and he might even enjoy what you have to say, indulging in whatever you truly want to do. You’re in safe hands, literally.

You speak again, in a whisper at first, until the volume of your voice rises. “Want to make you feel good… and I want to be good for you. To you.”

Minho’s heart could shatter into a million tiny pieces. To you, vocalizing it all felt equally as awkward as it felt freeing; you’ve never really had to express what you wanted, causing you to pick your words carefully, fearing that you might be perceived differently. However, from Minho’s perspective, you’re a complete angel; unaware of how alluring and enchanting you are. The sweetest words said in what Minho views as the sweetest possible way of saying them. The way you said it, the small dip in your tone—almost as if you were begging him to let you please him—the way your lips curl into a small smile as you try your best not to hide within yourself. All of it drives Minho so crazy that he could devour you. But he holds back. He has to play it safely, for now.

“You’re always good to me. For me. Always making me feel good.” Minho whispers.

“Want to make you feel even better,” You respond, some of your nervousness now behind you.

“And how do you want to do that?” Minho pushes. You are yet to respond though, fingers picking at whatever they can reach, avoiding the burning gaze of his big brown eyes.

Minho persists, taking the lead. “Maybe I’ll let you use your hands,” Minho reaches for your hand, the tips of his fingers pressing against yours before he clasps his hand to yours. “Or maybe you can take me in this pretty little mouth of yours.” Minho’s thumb runs from your top lip, dipping into your mouth where your tongue eagerly swirls around the flesh, wanting to suck him in, before said thumb drops down to your bottom lip.

His eyes trail up from your lips to gaze into your eyes. Minho has the softest chocolate brown eyes but his stare is rather piercing, dominant, like he could force anything out of you if you look into them for too long. “Hmm… Think I want your mouth on me.”

#[💌] ˚｡⋆#💌. — 🌼#✰˚. !! dream.hardhours #☁️ — daydream.skz #skz smut #stray kids smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #someone tell me if this is good I think it might be good sorta idk bc I rlly didn't know how 2 end it lmaoooo

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azulera · 10 months

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Rashy noticing that's something has been wrong with you for the last few weeks and you just won't tell him and he's stressing trying to figure it out

azulera

Don’t Leave Me Alone

Pairing: Marcus Rashford x Black Reader

Words: 3.5k

Notes: ngl recent events have made me not even want to post but i already had this done and as i said, i do value that ppl like my writing enough to send requests. so here is this! hope u like it anon

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They'd picked the summer time to move in, late May to be exact, and Marcus was sure it was the smartest decision he’d ever been a part of. The prem season was ended, Y/N was out for the semester, they both had at least five weeks free to travel and relax, and there’d be no cold for the mover’s fingers to go blue in. The transporting itself had gone smoothly, each of her things finding its place in the huge expanse of his house, and the past month and a half of eating, sleeping and waking next to each other had been as nearest to perfect as Marcus thought life might get. So he couldn’t explain what, in the last seven days, could have possibly gone wrong.

“Is everythin alright, love?” He asked over the dinner table, which was sanded wood and brought over from Y/N’s apartment, much smaller than the one he’d used before.

She looked up from her plate and blinked. “Do you mean about dinner? I think I finally got the potatoes right this time, yeah.”

“No, not the food.” The side of his mouth lifted. “You’ve just seemed a bit down, this week, I don’t know. Just wanted to ask, see if there was anythin buggin you?”

“Oh,” She passed a hand over her hair. “Just tired, I guess. It was a rough semester.”

“Yeah, it was – you smashed it, though. But,” He paused until she looked at him, and was immediately taken by her brown eyes, which, unreadable as they were, he’d always found incredibly beautiful. “If anything’s wrong, you can tell me. I’d want to help.”

“Mhm.” She replied, and flitted her eyes away, pushing up from the table. “Let’s clean up?”

He nodded, though he wasn’t convinced, and stood up to take their few dishes to the kitchen. They rinsed and loaded in a silence not as comfortable as it ought to have been, and soon finished, Y/N pausing in front of the rumbling machine. From behind, Marcus pulled her into an embrace, fitting his hands around her waist and mumbling into her neck.

“Wanna come cuddle wi’me for a bit? We can watch the next Narcos.”

He felt her take a deep breath, and then lightly pat the hand that held her.

“I’ve got a little headache, actually. Think m’gonna lay down for the night.”

Marcus frowned. “You want me to watch the next episode? Without you?”

“Yeah, go ahead – I’ll get caught up when you’re on your trip next week. I’d just really like to lay down.”

Fatigue colored her voice, and Marcus felt a little more sure that she really was just under the weather, and not anything worse.

“D’you want me to bring you tea? Water? Medicine?”

She shook her head “no”, and turned around, another sigh hitting the fabric of his t-shirt.

“S’alright, then. Hope you get feeling better, babe.” He leaned in, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then two to the dark spirals of her hair. “I’ll be up in a bit. I love you.”

A near silent “thank you” left her lips, and she squeezed his hand once. And then Marcus was left in the kitchen alone.

After a mild pre-season session the next day, Marcus skipped showering to go straight to his car. When he’d seen her that morning, Y/N had still seemed poorly – she hadn’t left bed for tea and breakfast with him, and no silly texts or memes had come into his phone, the way they usually did during his long hours of training. Leaving now, he'd felt a strange, strong urge to get to her, like the sooner he did, the sooner things would go back to normal.

When he keyed into the house, however, her usual lounging spot – in the center of the living room sectional – was empty. As were the kitchen, bedroom, gym and laundry room that he walked to after. He found her instead on the back patio, cuddled into herself on the sunbed, with her curls spread wild and loose about her shoulders. A book was opened up and settled on her knees, and a pile of crumpled tissues sat just to her right.

“Hey, was lookin for you.”

The jitters that assailed him finally began to slow as he approached her, but didn’t fade completely.

“What’s all these for? You wasn’t crying, were you?”

“No, no, not really. It’s just this book. It’s pretty sad.” She tried to laugh at herself, but the sound came out wet and dull. “Or maybe I’m just dramatic.”

A range of emotions swept over him as he considered her pink, puffy eyes, the way she still wouldn’t hold his gaze for too long. His anxiety flared again, but he continued on with the plan he’d devised in the car, hopeful that it might still work.

“Well, I’m just about to run a bath, didn’t have time to shower after training. It could cheer you up, maybe. Did you wanna join me?”

It’s something special they do, just for them, a quiet and closeness involved that Marcus enjoyed far more than he’d ever said aloud. He hoped it would be enough to break through the wall he felt sprouting between them.

“But you’re all sweaty.” She said flatly.

He sucked his teeth, and sat alongside her on the thin mattress.

“That never stopped you before? When we were squeezed up in the one at your flat.”

“Right.” Her face fell, suddenly, as if she’d remembered something unpleasant. “But I’ve already showered, actually, a bit ago. Went out for a run.”

“That never stopped you before, either” Marcus wanted to say but didn’t, and focused instead on fixing his face to not reveal his disappointment.

“Okay.” He stalled a moment, weighing his next move. “Babe, are you sure everything is okay with you? M’a bit worried–”

“It’s fine, Marcus. It’s going to be fine, just …” She closed her eyes, and they glistened when they opened, focused seriously on his own. “I’m fine. Just stop pushing it, please.”

She gathered her book and trash and walked back into the house, which hurt him, but her last sentences hurt worse. If he wasn't meant to push, then what could he do? Sitting back and watching her pull further and further away from him was tortuous and seemed the opposite of what a good partner should do. Still, he nodded, even though she had already gone, and let his head fall into his hands.

A few hours later, in the bath, the jacuzzi jets going but alone, nothing was as it should have been. Already he missed the slide of her wet skin against his, how the brown of it went faintly pink the hotter she ran the water, which was scalding enough by Marcus’ standards. Now it felt lukewarm at best, the bubbles even less fluorescent, less bubbly than usual, without her there to scoop handfuls of them to paste on his face and chest, making herself giggle and cleaning their bodies in the process. He missed that, too, he realized, her body – it’s softness and strength, and how easily it yielded and came alive under his hands, but more concerning was her mind, which was somewhere outside its optimal state, and seemingly getting worse by the day.

He leaned his head back against the tub’s edge and sighed. It was a soft sound, quickly lost among the hum of the jets and the noise of his muscles singing and thanking him, but then he heard something else. Crying. Quiet, choked-off sobs from the other side of the en suite door, that he knew Y/N was trying to hide, but didn’t know why. The sound alone carved a hole deeper in his chest.

Before he realized it, he’d risen from the bath, shampoo still in his hair, and pushed open the door to their bedroom.

Squinting through the dark, Marcus could tell she was in the bed, asleep, or at least pretending to be. He debated whether or not to wake her – his every instinct begged him to, but the noise of tears had stopped, and he’d been specifically, harshly instructed not to “push”.

He waited several moments anyway, eyeing her sleeping form, burning up inside, but when she didn’t budge, he stepped back into the bathroom, mindful of the growing puddle he’d created on the carpet.

Under the shower head, he rinsed his hair and dried off, putting on his lotion and moisturizer in record time, all the while his mind racing, trying to settle the unease twisting up his chest and throat. When he got to the bedroom, he set his alarm and settled in under the covers behind her, as close as he dared.

Though her breaths came and went evenly, something in him, maybe something of his own creation, told him she was awake, that she could hear him. He felt free to unburden himself, and say what he wanted her to know.

“M’here for you, Y/N.” He used one arm to hold her against his chest, and the other to fix her hair scarf where it had ridden up in the back. “Hope you know that. Whatever it is, we can … fix it, talk about it, at least, together. Love you ... don’t wanna lose you.”

He knew the words were true, and could feel their sincerity aching somewhere deep in his bones. But he feared he was running out of ways to make sure Y/N believed it, too.

By the following day, Marcus decided “not pushing” was no longer a viable option. Y/N was gone from bed even before him, and he turned to his night-table to find a message saying she’d gone out for an early run again and to get coffee. It wasn’t a strange occurrence on its own, but the way the last few days had gone, weeks really, this latest change to their patterns was enough to set him on a nervous edge. All through the day, his head was gone, drifting and distracted while training, and his thoughts sprinting to the worst - Y/N wanted to move out, she wanted to break up with him – in any moment he had idle.

But when his third check-in text sent from the rain-wet bed of the physio suite went unanswered, as did the two facetime call requests, it became slightly harder for him to breathe. The PT scrunched his face, but Marcus didn’t explain, wasn’t sure he’d be able to speak if he tried, and he’d been forced through two rounds of deep breathing before he’d let him off the table.

As soon as the gaffer released them, Marcus raced home through the rain that had begun to pour, calling one more time to no avail, but trying to stay rational. He imagined her sat in her spot on the big sofa in the sitting room when he arrived, apologetic and with some perfectly logical story of what had kept her from her phone all day, and what had depressed her mood the past few weeks.

He opened the front door, however, to silence, and her car keys still gone. His stomach dropped, and an icy, despairing prickle crawled over his skin. Was he overreacting? Or should he have pushed more?

Somehow he knew the rest of the house and even the back porch would be empty, just as silent, and found himself climbing the stairs anyway. His legs stopped by the room he used as his office, and he threw himself into the desk chair. He felt more calm, serious in there, for some reason, and composed himself enough to check her location, which was inconclusive, and click her contact another time. It went to voicemail once again, and he cursed, pulling at his hair.

After one heavy, frantic beat, he picked up the phone again to dial the only other number that would be useful at a time like this. The call picked up on the second ring.

“Mum?”

Marcus’ car had been in the driveway when you pulled up, but when you stepped into his house – your house, now – there wasn’t any trace of him. Late afternoon training usually left him in the kitchen or theater room, scarfing down whatever meals his nutritionist prepared before conking out in his-your bed for a few hours until dinner.

You checked your phone, which had been dead up until the last five minutes when you’d connected it to the car charger, and realized it was closer to dinner time than you’d thought.

Dropping off your raincoat and bag, you went in search of him. The blaring missed calls and texts deserved a response, as hard as it would be to face him in person. You didn’t want him to worry any more than he already did, even though you felt there was little, if anything, he could do.

“Marcus?” You called up the stairs, but there was only your footsteps, the patter of rain, in answer.

You began climbing anyway, sure the sounds of the house would lead you to him, and eventually heard his voice, muffled through the closed door of his office. You stopped, and leaned against the wall to listen.

“She won’t talk to me, mum, she won’t, I’ve tried everythin. She’s not physically hurt, no, but something is wrong. I know that much. It’s like she don’t even want to be around me.”

There was a pause, and an ache began in your chest. The distress in your partner’s voice was palpable.

“But I’ve gave her space. And I’ve even asked her up front what’s wrong, and still nothin. I'm leavin for my trip in a few days, and I won’t be able to fix anythin from there. Reckon she might even be gone by then.”

Each second you listened, you fell further and further into the mire of guilt, and it seemed impossible to get out. Some external force, whose name or origin you didn’t know, forced your hand onto the knob and pushed into the room.

You met his eyes, cautious, but found nothing but relief, unshed tears in them.

“Y/N. Baby.” His voice cracked around the words, and he flew to your side of the room, crushing you to his body, burying his face in your damp hair.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay? Where were you?”

You tried, but couldn't speak around the lump in your throat. All you wanted was for him to hold you again, and to apologize for everything.

“Y/N. You’ve gotta talk to me, please. M’goin mad here, I’ve been goin mad–”

“I’m okay, Marcus. I’m not hurt.” You squeezed at his hands, trying to loosen their tight grip around your back and also trying to ground him. “Went for my run and coffee like I said, and then around to visit my mates at my old flat. My phone died, and I didn’t realize. I should’ve known you would worry.”

He looked back at you with wide eyes still, nodding slow like it was taking serious effort to comprehend the words leaving your mouth.

“I’m okay, baby. I promise.”

When he finally spoke, his voice was gravelly, but much quieter, and none of the terror gone from it.

“Y/N, look, know you asked me not to push, but I can't just do nothin while–”

“Wait, Marcus – can we sit and do this? Please. And you’ve gotta get out of this jacket, babe, it’s soaked. You’ll catch a cold.”

The familiar sound of your fussing seemed to center him further, and he slid the jacket off, settling stiffly on the futon along the opposite wall. His legs were spread wide, and he raised his hands to his knees, fingers digging into them.

Hesitantly, you followed, standing between his legs, watching his eyes, which you’d missed, and his lips, which you’d possibly missed even more. You paused before lowering yourself onto his knee.

“Is this okay?”

“‘Course” He breathed out, pulling you the rest of the way down and rubbing his hands gently up and down your back. It was the first moment you’d felt at ease in the last two weeks, and you took the time to just hug him, wiping at a drop of water puddled along his hairline. Gradually, everything that had been pent-up seemed much easier to face.

“I’ve been real distant the past weeks, haven’t I.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s cause I’ve been confused.”

“Confused about what?”

The intensity of his eyes suddenly became too much, and you pressed your cheek against his shoulder. You made sure your voice still reached him clear.

“Confused about my feelings. About us, about us living together.”

His stomach had gone cold with dread again, but you took the silence as a license to continue. You knew he would stop you if and when he’d heard enough.

“It’s been great, it really has, Marcus. You’re my favorite person to be around – you know that.” His insides smiled at the mention, since the past week had convinced him of the opposite. Still, his expression remained the same.

“And you seemed so happy, having me here. But sometimes, lately, it got — I don’t know, overwhelming? Like, I had my friends in my last flat with me, and it feels like I spend so much time here alone. When you’re here, I don’t feel like that, but that don't feel fair to you either.”

He bit his lip. “I don’t understand.”

“I know, it’s confusing, but it’s like, I’m used to my roommates, us all together, a lot of noise – even when you’re alone you’re not really alone. So whenever you get here, I want to recreate that, spend every second with you, if I can. Didn’t want you to think I was clinging, though? ‘Cause I know how that feels, too.” You paused to take a breath, and Marcus rubbed your back, silent encouragement to continue.

“Thought you should be able to come home and spend your time on your own, too, if that’s what you wanted. So I was moping, but trying to give you that, for a while. Thought that if I could give you some space until your trip next week, I’d be okay. I could use that week to get myself together, stop being ungrateful. ‘Cause I am so lucky, aren’t I? To be able to live with this person I love so much. But I guess I only made it worse.”

“So it’s findin a balance, then, that was hard. Findin ... where you and I, personal time ends, and where “us” time begins.” Marcus summarized.

There was an unspoken “Why didn’t you just say so?” at the back of his statement that your partner was too kind and too patient to say. But you deserved it, so you said it yourself.

“Exactly. But I should have told you that it was eating me up. Not tried to isolate myself, or shut you out. And I’m sorry, about that. ”

Marcus let the apology ring out, and laced the fingers of one of your hands together, a quiet absolution. You felt lighter, now, after having spoken your piece, but knew that didn’t mean the conservation was over.

“Don’t think I need to say I forgive you, because,” He leaned his chin into his palm thoughtfully, before looking up at you. “Because I really get it, you know. I do. I understand that you need your own space, to feel like your own person still. And also that I’m gone, and it’s just you here, a lot, which is new for you. I get that it’s overwhelming, that findin the balance bit. But– I’ve never done this, moved in with someone before, either, have I? It’s excitin, but it’s a lot of other emotions, too. You can’t assume how m’feeling, or how I want to spend my time, just like I can’t read your mind about what's got you upset, innit?”

He paused.

“And it’s like, we’ve gotta figure it out together, don’t we?”

You nodded.

“So when -if, you’re feelin like that again, you’ll tell me? Even if you think it’ll hurt my feelings, or whatever. And if you need to go spend extra time with your mates to feel alright, we’ll sort it. And I’ll do the same. Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

"You promise?"

You promised, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and chin against his head. With the most difficult part of the conversation over, your senses opened up enough beyond Marcus to notice that the sound of rain outside had ceased. The wet, grassy smell of his training kit finally entered your nose, and your good humor began to stretch its legs.

“So I don’t need to go pack my things?” You mumbled into his shoulder.

“No.” Marcus snorted. “Not unless you changed your mind the last 15 seconds.”

“Nah, I reckon I’ll stay. I'd miss the jacuzzi tub too much.” You sighed. “Saying no to that bath with you was the hardest thing I ever done.”

Marcus chuckled, enough air in his chest to do so now, and kissed you lightly on the lips.

“Fancy one now?” He repeated, and your “please” was fast and enthusiastic. He scooped you in his arms, and you held tight to him, murmuring quiet “I love you”s and knowing as you walked through the house –your house– that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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the bond - chapter fifteen.

*bond: a relationship between people or groups based on shared feelings, interests, or experiences.

word count: 5958

based off of: 3x11, 3x12, 3x13 & 3x14

a/n: GUESS WHATS BACK

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“U-Um, hello!”

You pause at the feeling of a tug against your skirt, eyes slowly flickering downwards only to see a wide pair of innocent eyes staring back at you. Instantly, a smile curls on your lips as you crouch so you’re more at the child’s height, tilting your head curiously.

“Yes?” You ask, voice soft as you peer down at him.

The boy fidgets for a moment, hands behind his back, body twisting before suddenly there’s something shoved in your face. You blink, head jerking back slightly at the sudden intrusion, before your eyes focus on what’s being offered to you – it’s a flower. A single flower that the boy had obviously plucked from the ground himself; it’s white and in full bloom and it isn’t very often that you see flowers anymore and you feel your heart warm when you realize that this boy had gone out of his way to pluck this and give it to you.

Raising your hand, you slowly take the flower from in between his tiny little fingers, your smile brightening with warmth. “Thank you so much, Louis,” you whisper, reaching forward to ruffle his hair.

His cheeks warm in response and he giggles at the action, half-heartedly swatting your hands away as he grins ear to ear.

“I saw it and thought of you,” he explains when you pull your hand away and the comment makes your heart melt.

“That’s so sweet, Louis,” you grin, poking at his sides lightly while holding the flower in your other hand safely, not wanting to crush it.

His lips part to say something, but before he can, another voice cuts in;

“Hey, kid,” Jean calls, pulling your eyes on him in surprise, not having heard him walk up. Your eyes drift past him to where he’d been before with Armin and Eren, seeing the other two walking with Historia, carrying some supplies you all were gathering for the orphanage Historia had set up.

“Historia needs you for something.”

You know instantly it’s a lie but Louis, oblivious in his naivety, simply smiles up at Jean, nodding quickly and moving to run off, but not without sending you one last nervous, bashful smile. You wave at him as he runs off, slowly pushing yourself to a stand, dusting off the imaginary dirt on your skirt as you turn to grin up at Jean who’s made his way over to you, taking the now vacant spot in front of you.

“Were you jealous?” You grin up at him, eyes wide with mischief.

Cheeks warming, Jean looks to the side; “of course not. He’s just a kid.”

“Well, he’s quite sweet,” you comment, holding up the flower the boy had given you with a bright grin, watching Jean carefully. His eyes slowly flicker to the flower, a heavy pout present on his lips as he glowers down at the inanimate object. “Look at the beautiful flower he gave me. Said he picked it specifically for me.”

Jean stares at it for a moment before he lowers the crate in his hands, plucking the flower from your fingers in one-swell movement. For a moment, you panic, not wanting the flower to be crushed, but Jean is careful with it as he slowly uses his free hand to brush back a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind your ear and then proceeding to thread the stem of the flower behind your ear as well, so that’s tucked nicely and resting against your forehead. Your cheeks warm instantly, heat running through you as you stare blankly up at Jean and he simply grins down at you.

It takes you a moment, before your lips part, and slowly reach to touch the flower, meeting Jean’s eyes; “Jean!” You hiss lightly, shaking your head at him, but not removing the flower either.

He just chuckles, “it compliments your eyes,” he smiles.

You blink, before sputtering, eyes zipping around you; “someone could see!”

Jean snorts; “as if they don’t know already.”

Pouting, you glance at your feet, hugging the shawl around your shoulders tighter; “still…”

Stepping towards you, Jean shakes his head; “why do you still get so embarrassed?”

Cheeks burning, you glance up at him; “stop teasing me.”

“It’s a genuine question.”

You just huff, moving to step past him, leaning down to grab the crate you’d been about to bring inside before Louis had called for you. Before you can however, Jean quickly cuts in, taking it from your hands. You watch him with parted lips as he takes your crate, stacking it on top of his own, bending down to pick the both of them up.

“I’m capable of carrying a crate, you know,” you comment as you fall into step next to him.

He shrugs nonchalantly; “I know.”

Rolling your eyes, you can’t help the smile that curls onto your lips despite yourself, letting your eyes wander as the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. You watch the kids as they run around, not a care in the world, giggling and playing around with one another, unable to stop how happy it makes you feel.

“What’s got you so happy?”

Blinking, you turn to Jean, seeing his eyes already on you.

“This is so wonderful,” you say simply, “what Historia is doing for these kids. I mean, look how happy they are.”

Jean doesn’t respond right away, and after a moment of silence, you turn to face him. He’s still just staring back at you.

“What?” you ask, brows furrowing.

“Nothing,” he brushes off, “it’s just… you’re so good with them.”

“The kids?”

“Yeah,” he nods.

“I love them,” you explain, “I always have. I always wanted a little brother or sister when I was younger but it was just my mom and I so…” Letting your eyes wander around, you try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that twists in your chest at the thought of your mom and how alone she’d been… you try not to think about Kenny.

But of course, despite how hard you try, he still comes to mind.

“Have you told anyone?” Jean asks softly, gesturing towards your friends ahead of you. You marvel at the way he’s able to just know, not having to ask or clarify. It warms your heart in a way you hadn’t thought possible, finding it sweet how well Jean seems to understand.

“I told Mikasa,” you nod, “mainly because she’s an Ackerman too… but she didn't really know anything either. Still, it was nice to tell someone.”

“And the rest?”

You frown, glancing at your feet.

“You know they won’t judge you, right?”

Swallowing thickly, you sigh; “but what if–”

“What if nothing,” Jean cuts in before you can finish, pulling your eyes on him with a blink. “They would never think any less of you if they knew Kenny was your father. They know who you are.”

Staring back at him, your lips part.

Jean just nods at you; “I promise.”

“I-I… I’ll tell them soon,” you whisper, “maybe… maybe tonight?”

Jean smiles, “good idea.”

“We can win! We can beat ‘em! With the new weapons, the Titans will crumble like paper!”

Taking another spoonful of your soup, you raise a brow at Marlo who’s sat across from you.

“You’re so damn worked up,” Jean grumbles, sitting beside you, “only you would be happy about becoming a Scout.”

“That’s right,” Sasha nods, turning to Marlo, “didn’t Hitch try to stop you from joining?”

“Hitch?” Marlo raises a brow, “why would she?”

Almost instantly, you recognise the shit-eating grins on both Connie and Sasha’s faces.

Poor Marlo…

“Why?” Sasha laughs, “‘cus you two are… you know?”

They both laugh like two kids.

“I don’t follow, but…” Marlo, ever so oblivious, simply shrugs. “Hitch told me off, saying I wasn’t cut out for it and not to act cool. That if I stayed in the Military Police, I could coast along in life. I thought she was better than that… Told her I was wrong about her.”

“You shit,” Jean curses, shaking his head.

“Huh?”

“Marlo,” Armin calls, “are you stupid?”

“He’s a bow cut imbecile,” Sasha glares.

“Marlo,” you call, pulling his eyes on you. “Hitch was, you know…” And you trail off, not sure how to tell him exactly. Was he really that oblivious?

But then you remember the guy sat next to you, and you think he could be.

Seemed most boys were.

“You idiot,” you huff, pressing a hand against your forehead.

“Why?” Eren questions, turning to you in genuine confusion. “Marlo said nothing wrong.”

“Figures you’d say that…” You huff, shaking your head as your eyes briefly glance in Mikasa's direction before turning back to Eren. “You’re just as much of an idiot as he is when it comes to girls.”

Eren’s eyes widen, lips parting to argue, but Jean cuts in before he can, turning back to Marlo. “Anyways, the only ones as worked up as you are the recruits with zero battle experience.” you nod to Jean’s words – he’s right.

“Whoa, whoa…”

Pausing, you frown at the familiar voice.

“Think you’re some veteran hero now?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you glare at Floch.

“Compared to you,” Jean says simply, “I am.”

But as usual, Flock doesn’t let that go, moving to stand up with two others trailing behind him as he moves to stand at the edge of your table, directly beside you. “How rude,” Floch grins, setting his hand on his hip. “Weren’t we in the one-oh-fourth together? Besides, we’re not the only ones. Everyone in the walls is pumped up about the idea of retaking Wall Maria.”

Everyone at the table stares back at him blankly.

“Is that so?”

Floch blinks, “still… you all do seem different now. It’s your faces, I guess…”

You huff when his eyes fall on you.

“Even you, Y/N… you look at me differently,” he frowns, “what happened?”

You just glance back at him; “you wanna know?”

“N-No…” He stammers, losing his edge, “I think… I think I’ll ask later.”

He walks off then, and slowly, the mood lessens as him and his friends leave. You freeze when you feel a pair of eyes on you, noticing Jean look at you. Clearly, he wants you to speak up about your father now…

You quirk a brow at him, as if to ask; now?

And he just stares back. Now.

Swallowing thickly, you ignore the nerves that burst through you, moving to clasp your hands tightly beneath the table, feeling your palms grow slightly wet with sweat. Your eyes flicker across the table, before seeing Jean’s reassuring gaze, and you force yourself to speak; “I-I–”

“I’m outta here,” Connie calls before you can finish, your wide eyes falling on him. It seems he hadn’t heard you... “See you later.”

Sasha turns to him, “eh? So soon?”

He stands up, “Tomorrow's a prep day, so I’m heading to my village in the morning.” Then, grabbing his plate, he moves to walk off. “Might find out something new there. Goodnight.”

You don’t argue or try to pull him back – this was his mom and you didn’t want to bombard him with something new… especially if it revolved around your own parents. You knew how much his mom meant to him and how often he visited his village in hopes that he might discover something new… discover something that might bright his mom back.

He never did though.

And it felt like he never will.

Sasha waits until he’s fully gone before speaking up; “turning Connie’s mom back to normal… isn’t impossible, right?”

You swallow thickly.

“Yeah…” Armin mumbles, “if our understanding of Titans keeps improving, someday…”

Silence falls over the table.

“A nightmare, huh?”

Blinking, you turn to Eren confused.

“Eh?”

“With all that’s happened,” Eren mumbles, voice soft as he moves to explain. “It’s been so vague… But who exactly are we fighting against?” Biting your lip, you frown at his words, thinking of Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie. “That is, are Titans just… people being tormented by some nightmare? For a time, I was… one of those Titans–”

“Eren!” Mikasa suddenly cuts in, voice sharp.

Eren gasps in response, blinking out of his thoughts as he looks at Mikasa across from him.

“You still have bread and soup left,” is all she says. “Save talking for after you’ve eaten.”

Face easing, Eren glances at his bowl; “right. Sorry, Mikasa.”

“For crying out loud, Eren,” Jean pipes up, sending the boy a mirthless glare. “I swear that’s all you do lately… mumbling shit to yourself.”

Frowning, you grab Jean’s arm, hissing his name.

He just shakes his head to you, softening his expression as he turns back to Eren; “when you should be trying to remember that one guy. You saw, right? In the cavern when those memories came back… That guy in the Scouts who you think met your dad.”

“Yeah,” Eren nods, “that day, I’m pretty sure he was with my dad.” Taking a drink, Eren slams his cup back down on the table. “He’s gotta know something. The thing is, though, I feel like I’ve met the guy somewhere.”

“You mean not Dr. Jaeger, but you, yourself?” Armin clarifies.

Pressing a hand to his forehead, Eren nods; “I think so…”

“I mean,” you mumble, meeting at Eren’s. “It’s possible.”

Sasha leans forward at that; “smack your head and see if you remember.”

“That’s right, twerp,” Jean is quick to agree. “You might remember if you stopped holding hands with Historia for once. Get a head-butt from the commandant.”

Narrowing his eyes, Eren turns to Jean; “if that helped me remember, I’d–”

But he cuts himself off before he finishes, lips parting as his eyes widen almost in recollection. You frown in response, leaning past Jean’s shoulder to glance at him as he stares off into space for a moment before suddenly standing, slamming his hands on the table so abruptly it causes a bit of your own soup to slosh out of the bowl.

Jerking your head back, you glance up at him.

“The Cadet Corps commandant… Keith Shadis!”

Turns out the man in Eren’s memories was Keith.

After you and the rest of Squad Levi rode out to talk to him, the mission to reclaim the Wall was officially announced.

Thus, a celebration on the night before the mission had been announced. A celebration that was rewarded with actual meat to all the Scouts–of course, Sasha had instantly gone ballistic at the sight, salivating in the mouth and nearly tearing Jean’s hand apart when the meat had been taken from her. Eren and Connie had then elected to tie her up against a post so everyone could get their fair share; something you’d initially felt bad about, but when she tried to take a chomp out of your own hand, you decided it was maybe best.

So, now, you simply sat at the table with the rest of your friends, nursing your drink while you savoured the meat in small bites, simply listening to the chatter around you.

Truth was, you’re not really listening to anything around you. Your thoughts are filled with the thoughts of your home, and the fact that come tomorrow, you’d be returning. After all this waiting, all the patience and the loss and the trouble in between, you’d finally be returning home.

You couldn’t believe the words yourself. It still felt unreal.

Jean had tried to talk to you, but he’d easily recognized that it was hard for you to gather your thoughts currently. So, he left you to yourself, a silent reassurance by your side while he left a hand on your thigh to let you know he was there for you even if he wasn’t saying anything and if you needed. You appreciate the sentiment, a smile on your face when he’d first done it, bumping your shoulder against his own every so often.

You think of your mom, of the day she died. You think of Ms. Schneider and the way she’d sacrificed her life for you. You think of the day you’d been forced to flee the only home you’ve ever known, a place that had once been the extent of your entire world; you hadn’t known anything outside of those walls and that small, poor village. But you’d loved every bit of it and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Because when you felt scared or lonely, you thought of those walls, of your small home. You think of Ms. Schneider’s fresh baked bread, and your mothers warm hand against your cheek, and you think that despite it all, you’d been loved and cherished and protected and the two most important women in your life had given theirs for you.

And you were going to finally be able to return that sacrifice and reclaim their home so they could rest in peace.

But, somewhere along the way, ultimately, your thoughts turn to Kenny. Kenny who's your father, Kenny who you’d been searching for and never really found, at least not in the way you’d hope, and your eyes fall to your friends around you and you think, you didn’t want to go into what could be your death without them knowing the truth.

They were your family now. All of them. And you cherished them all so much. It wasn’t right of you to keep such a secret from them. Not after all of you had been through.

“I have something to say, if you all don’t mind,” you find yourself speaking, the chatter that had existed amongst them all quieting as Eren and Connie take their respective seats. All pairs of eyes fall on you, and even in the corner of your eye you see Sasha seizing her struggle to listen as well.

Your eyes meet Jean’s ultimately, and he’s smiling at you like he already knows, the grip on your thigh squeezing in reassurance before your eyes flicker across the rest, and you find yourself smiling brighter when you see Mikasa looking at you warmly. Maybe she’s been waiting for you to say something as well. Either way, the smile is reassuring in ways she’ll probably never know.

“What is it, Y/N?” Armin asks, head tilted in question as he glances at you.

“It’s just… we’ve all been through a lot together,” you explain, holding your drink close to yourself as you smile in thought, remembering when you’d all first met, fresh faces in the recruits. Never could any of you have known just how all of your lives would change. But, regardless, you are happy it changed with them. “I adore each and every one of you, including you Marlo, even though I’ve only known you for a short time,” you add, sending him a smile as he flushes lightly in response. “So I don’t want there to be anything hidden between me and you guys.”

Armin’s brows furrow, and Connie looks positively confused. Eren’s waiting for you to finish and Marlo is glancing around trying to gauge everyone else's reaction. You laugh lightly at it all, biting your lip.

“I joined the Scouts because I was there the day the wall fell in Shiganshina. Because it was my home,” your eyes flicker to Eren, meeting his knowing gaze. “But, I also joined the Scouts to find my father. I wasn’t really sure if I ever would, but my mother’s dying words asked me to, so I knew I had to try… and…”

Everyone waits patiently, and a hand is reaching for yours, threading through your fingers as you turn to Jean, struggling to find the words. He just nods at you, silent but no words are needed for you to understand.

You nod in return, his assurance allowing you to say the words you’ve been struggling to say for a while.

“I found him.”

There’s a chorus of gasps, shock flooding the faces of those who didn’t already know.

“Who is it?” Connie asks, the first to speak as he usually is as he glances at you with impatience.

You meet his gaze, swallowing thickly. “Kenny Ackerman.”

There’s a pause. You hesitate to glance at everyone’s reactions, fearing the worst despite all of Jean’s reassurances. What if they did hate you? What if they thought you were some sort of monster like him? This was the man who had captured both Eren and Historia only recently after all… had helped try to sacrifice Eren to Historia…

Surely Eren must at least despise you because of it.

But as your eyes finally fall on Eren, gaining the courage, he’s just looking at you with wide eyes.

“Like Kenny the Ripper?” He’s asking, leaning towards you past Armin in surprise.

Turning to him, you hesitate; “y-yes…”

He doesn’t look mad or upset or disgusted or anything. Instead, he just looks absolutely surprised, a certain kid-like expression of wonder in his gaze as he shakes his head. “Woah.”

You turn to him, baffled, before Armin is speaking up; “that makes you an Ackerman… like Mikasa.” Of course he’s the first to make the connection, glancing from you to Mikasa, before settling on you with wonder.

Meeting Mikasa’s gaze, she moves to answer for you; “to my knowledge, Y/N and I have no relation but yes, we’ve talked about it before.”

Connie whips to face you; “you told Mikasa before you told us?”

Sasha in the background calls out indignantly in response. As usual, the two are in sync with one another (even while one is tied up against a post).

“Hah,” Jean lets out a cackle, letting go of you as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I knew before any of you.”

You roll your eyes at his smugness, but Connie just glares at him, before looking at you in betrayal. There’s a hurt expression on your face, and you’re touched in the way he regards your friendship, Sasha too, and rush to explain.

You sigh, “I was just nervous… I mean, after all Kenny did, I didn't want you guys to think less of me...”

There’s a pause, and everyone is staring at you in disbelief.

Armin shakes his head, the first to speak when he sees the panicked look in your eyes; “we wouldn’t.” He assures, his voice sure with certainty as he smiles lightly at you.

You return his smile.

“Yeah,” Eren pipes up from beside him, shrugging as he glances at you, taking a bite of his meat. “You’re too nice to ever be like him. Like… way too nice.”

“Oi,” Jean calls out sharply, glaring at Eren. “Quit it.”

Eren just blinks back at him; “what?”

Biting your lip, you smile to yourself.

“I feel like it isn’t my place to say,” Marlo speaks up hesitantly, “but I agree.”

You turn to him, but before you can say anything, Connie is reaching across the table to slap a hand on your shoulder. You huff slightly at the weight, but when you meet his eyes, he’s grinning brightly at you.

“As if,” he says, chuckling. It’s simple, but it says enough.

The worry that had been plaguing you for days washes away like a breeze, feeling as if you weighed ten times less than you had before, body easing as you nod at all of them, smiling brightly.

As chatter falls amongst them all again, your eyes meet Jean’s once more, blushing at the grin he sends you. Rolling your eyes, you just shake your head, shoving him lightly as he laughs. But, as his arm wraps around you, you fall against him with ease, unable to fight the smile that won’t fade from your lips.

Even as a minute later, Eren and Jean start arguing again.

You inhale sharply, trying to steal the nerves running amok through your body.

You haven’t felt this nervous since your first mission outside of the walls but you try to ignore it and focus on prepping your gear, making sure everything is locked in place properly. Which is proving to be a bit more difficult given that your hands won’t stop shaking.

“Y/N.”

Pausing, a small gasp leaves your lips at the sound of Levi’s voice, head slowly turning upward to see him standing next to you from where you’re crouched. As usual, his face is hard to read as glances down at you.

He’s already in his gear, his green cape wrapped around his shoulders, and it looks like he’d been on his way to Commander Erwin before he’d stopped by you. A quick glance to your left tells you you need to hurry as Erwin is getting ready to make his speech to the crowd that has gathered below the wall, and letting out a shaky exhale, you turn back to Levi.

“Yes, Captain?”

His face softens then, just faintly. If you weren’t watching so carefully, you wouldn’t have noticed it. His face twists slightly, as if struggling to find the words, but before you can say more, he’s reaching forward, letting his hand fall on your head gently. “Stay sharp out there,” he says, voice quiet in a way so only you can hear him.

Your lips part in shock, meeting his eyes as he smiles just faintly down at you.

“Don’t get killed.”

The words are said plainly, but you can see the meaning behind them as he looks down at you.

Truthfully, you and Levi haven’t really talked about him being your family since right after Historia’s coronation. He’d been clear about you not telling anyone else, and besides Jean (who you’ve made swear he’ll never tell anyone), you’ve kept that promise. And you didn’t let yourself be fooled into thinking your relationship with Levi would change, although he’d been kind enough to acknowledge the fact that you were family, Levi was still your squad captain and you didn’t want to betray that trust in any way.

But he’d been different in subtle ways. Sometimes you’d catch his gaze on you, as if watching to make sure you were okay. He was harder on you in training, but in a way that told you it was more because he wanted to make sure you were prepared and strong enough for anything. And then, in the same way, he was less harsh with you if you did something wrong versus than he was with everyone else.

A fact that, despite his own words, had caught the attention of your friends. You can’t remember how many times Eren has complained to you about Levi being hard on him and asking why you seemed to not get the same treatment. Sasha and Connie teased you that you were a teacher’s pet, as well, of course. Even Jean, who knew, couldn’t help but pout at the way you seemed to get off a little easier than the rest.

But you didn’t really mind.

You wouldn’t really say it, but you liked the special treatment. Even if it got you teased.

Because Levi is the only family you have left, and even if he doesn’t show it or even though the two of you are still working out just what that means, you know he treasures that fact. And you do too.

So, his words are simple. Plain. Not all that special. But you get the meaning behind them.

Your family, now, and he doesn’t want to lose you.

He pulls his hand back, and you smile; “will do, Captain.”

He nods, moving to step away, before you call over your shoulder; “Captain?”

And Levi halts, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“You too.”

He nods, slowly, turning back to face ahead of him.

Then, just as he moves to walk away, he adds; “now, hurry up.”

And you just laugh, nodding, wrapping your cape around your shoulders and flipping the hood up like Erwin had ordered.

You wanted to stop and look.

Look at the home you’d left behind.

But Jean hadn’t let you. Reminding you that there was no time to stop, and that you needed to keep going if you wanted to get it back.

That had been enough to keep you going, not faltering as you shot your gear forward, continuing to make your way to your post as you waited for the signal that Eren had shifted to his Titan.

The familiar light flashes a second after you reach your post, head turning over your shoulder in the direction, stepping toward the edge. As per practice, Eren instantly hardens in his Titan form, successfully covering the hole in the gate, as Mikasa moves to help bring him back up.

A few moments later, two green signals are shot up, signaling that Eren had indeed covered the hole completely.

Instantly, a smile curls onto your lips.

He did it.

You knew, in that moment, you’d owe Eren a huge thank you for allowing you the possibility to return home.

“WooH!” Sasha and Connie cheer from behind you, and you laugh as you glance back at them.

“Looks like we’re one step closer,” Jean says, stopping next to you as you smile up at him.

You nod, “yeah…” And the words leave you breathlessly, your fingers twitching beside you.

Distantly, you hear Hange call out the order to move towards the inner gate, and with one last warm glance Jean’s way, the four of you make your way as per ordered, making sure to keep your hood up and over your face.

You follow close behind Eren, whilst Jean, Connie and Sasha follow behind you, eyes peeled as you make your way towards the inner gate.

You were so close. You couldn’t fail.

Then, suddenly, to the right, a red flare is shot into the sky.

You halt.

“The signal to halt the mission!”

Turning to Jean, you frown. He returns your look with confusion.

What did that mean? What happened?

“All troops,” Hange orders, “scatter and stand by atop the wall!”

“Roger!”

Everyone rushes to listen, moving to your respective spots on the top of the wall as you glance the direction of where Commander Erwin is. There’s Scout’s lined across the wall, and it’s like they're searching the walls for something. Tapping their swords against the side of the wall, moving slowly and carefully down.

“What’re they doing?” Connie asks from beside you, “should we really be waiting like this?”

“Yeah,” Jean mumbles, “so much for our surprise attack…”

Biting your lip, you glance at Eren, sighing.

A few minutes pass, and no one says anything as you all watch the Scouts search across the wall, the silence around you all thick with anticipation.

It isn’t until a flare is shot into the air and the call of a Scout finding a cavity in the wall, that you realize what they’d been searching for.

It’s Reiner.

His sword stabs right through the Scouts chest, pulling back as his gear falls out of the wall and his body soars towards the ground. Your entire body tenses in response, taking a small step forward as you reach for your own weapon, eyes widening in disbelief.

But Levi is quicker.

He reaches Reiner in seconds flat, soaring down the side of the wall and lodging his sword right through Reiner’s throat. He doesn’t let up, using the momentum to take the both of them down the wall, shifting to stab his other sword through Reiner’s chest. And you think maybe, somehow, Levi’s done it, but then he’s pulling back in the next second, letting Reiner fall to the ground with a loud thud.

A minute later, that familiar flash of light appears and the Armoured Titan appears.

“Keep on the lookout!” Erwin bellows, swiping his arm out beside him. “Look for his allies–!”

Another flash appears, and your wide eyes fall behind Erwin, as the flashes multiply, lined up in a row, the smoke slowly dissipating to reveal the Beast Titan you’d heard about and numerous other Titans on either side of it. Too many Titans… all just appearing out of thin air like an army along the Beast Titan.

The fear is undeniable, coursing through your entire body.

But your eyes can’t look away, and you watch as the Beast Titan takes a boulder from beside it, lifting it with ease and chucks it right where Commander Erwin is.

“Boulder incoming! Get down!”

The ground shakes beneath you, eyes turning back to Reiner who has since pushed himself to a stand.

Effectively, this was it. You realized.

The final battle.

The survival of humanity…

That’s what Erwin had called it.

And in every possible way, he was right.

Reiner had fallen for the trap of using Eren as bait, just as the Commander had predicted. Once again, you’re left wondering just how strategic his mind must be if he’s able to come up with such foolproof plans even in the midst of chaos. You figured, though, that was why he was Commander, and even if sometimes his ideas seemed insane, you’d follow without hesitance regardless.

So, that’s exactly what you do, following closely behind Jean, the thunder spear prepped on your arm as you weave your way through the village you’d once spent your life walking through with ease. Hange and Mikasa had succeeded in their half of the mission without a hitch, blinding Reiner, which meant it was up to you and the rest of squad Levi and Hange to finish.

If you failed, that was it.

There was no room for failure.

The second you turn the corner around a house and see Reiner, you’re lining up your shot just as you’d practiced with the thunder spears before, aiming and then shooting in time with everyone else. All of your thunder spears shoot forward, lodging themselves into Reiner’s nape, the momentum slowly just briefly as you all pull back, triggering the explosion.

The force of it sends you back, and you’re careful to angle yourself around, moving out of the way of the explosion, before glancing back.

The second the smoke fades, hope blooms in your chest.

“We-We got ‘em!” Jean bellows, “it worked! The armour on his nape is peeling off!”

You shift, twisting your body to land on a roof and let yourself glance in the direction of Reiner better.

“R-Really?” Connie gasps as he lands on the roof next to yours.

“The spears worked!” Sasha cries in disbelief.

They’re right. It did work.

But–

“Do it again,” Hange shouts, “attack again with the thunder spears and finish him off!”

But no one moves.

Because suddenly, you remember who it is. You remember that it’s Reiner and despite everything, he’d once been a friend. He’d once thought you could trust. He’d been a comrade… and you found it hard to find the momentum to attack again.

Even if you know you should.

A single glance around, and you know your friends feel the same.

“Reiner…” Sasha breathes, and you shake your head.

“You guys!” Jean is suddenly crying, your eyes falling on him with a start as he glances back, meeting your gaze dead on. The meaning is clear. “I thought you were ready if it ever came to this!”

He’s… he’s right.

You want to see home, don’t you?

You want to go home, don’t you?

You can’t hesitate.

“Let’s do it!”

“Yeah!” You cry, raising your arm in the air. “We’ve got this!”

The four of you leap forward, and the rest follow, shooting your thunder spear forward and at Reiner’s nape once more. It lands with ease, and as you pull back, there’s only a split second of hesitation, before you trigger the explosion.

You wanted to go home.And you will.

#aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtein x reader #jean x reader #levi ackerman x reader

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luveline · 2 years

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hi jade !! this might b super specific n feel free to ignore! but steve w luna lovegood reader who keeps feedin the raccoons around steve’s mansion marshmallows? hehe sorry i saw a tiktok of it earlier and totally reminded me of ditzy!reader! ily thank u!!

hi ily ty!!!! ♡ fem!reader

"What are you doing, short stack?" Steve asks.

"Are you the tall stack?" you ask, bent at the waist with your back to him.

Steve quickly rounds to see your face, unsurprised to find you covered in sparkly make up. When you look up, smiling and waiting for him to answer, Steve almost passes out.

"Taller than you, so yeah. I'm the tall stack."

You grin at him. Plastic packaging crinkles in your hands, fingers adorned in skinny rings. You've drawn a smiley face on the back of one. It winks at him.

"What are they?" he asks.

"Marshmallows. You want one?" you ask immediately, opening the bag. You have an eager, genuine smile.

There aren't many left. They're pink and smell very strong. Not Steve's kind of snack. "Maybe later. I didn't know you liked that stuff."

You close the bag and Steve's pretty much enchanted when your top teeth appear. Your smile keeps on getting better. He doesn't know how you manage it.

He'd ask, but he doubts you'd know either.

"They're not for me, handsome."

He coughs. "No?"

Your skirt gets all tugged up by the wind. You pat it down, hiding the lengths of your legs under near sheer fabric. "No," you say, eyes on your clothes, "they're for the raccoons."

Steve stops dead where he'd been reaching to help you with your skirt. It takes his brain a second to catch up, disbelief so strong he can't wrap his head around what he's hearing.

"You're the one who's been feeding my raccoons?" he asks incredulously.

You blink at him, pretty lashes kissing again and again. "Yeah? Robin said you've been so busy lately. I thought I'd help."

"That is not helping! That's the opposite of helping."

You blink some more. Damn you for being as pretty as you are. "Stevie, you haven't been feeding them too, have you?"

"Of course I haven't-"

"Good! They'll get super fat if you feed them too much."

Steve stares at you.

He sequesters you inside for some coffee. You sip at it, scrunch up your face and then add the biggest heap of sugar possible into the mug, stirring like this is the most fun thing you could possibly be doing tonight.

Steve tries explaining why you can't feed the raccoons.

"They keep coming back."

"That's the whole point," you say softly, reaching over the table to grab his hand.

Steve's turn to blink.

"They keep rummaging through my trash."

"That's why you have to feed them, duh, so they don't get hungry."

You're on a train going nowhere fast. Steve's just glad to be on the train with you, and he's doubly glad when you intertwine your fingers and mess with his class ring. He supposes there are worse things. He weighs it up. You stop feeding the raccoons, and you also stop visiting him under the guise of feeding his raccoons.

"Why marshmallows?" he asks, clearing his throat.

"I didn't have any cat food left."

"Oh... that makes sense."

You send him another gauzy smile over your coffee cup, sunshine encapsulated. "I knew you'd understand."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #Steve harrington x fem!reader #fem!reader

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levwrites · 8 months

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love your writing! i have a prompt but feel free to ignore if u want :)) a villain finds an incapacitated hero in an alleyway and decides to use their weakened state to their advantage (also want to clarify that this isn’t noncon!!) thank u so much for your amazing writing <3

"There you are, my dear."

Hero shivers at the voice, recognition shaking them out of the light daze they've fallen into. They try to crawl futher into the shadows, their limbs trembling, but their body refuses to respond to the simpler commands. They can only watch as Villain approaches, his head slightly tilted to the side, an intrigued smile curving his lips.

He halts just a step from them, and crouches to take a better look. "Still drugged, are we?" He reaches out to brush a lock of hair away from Hero's forehead. His touch is pleasantly warm against their chilly skin. "You were never any good at fighting off toxins."

Swallowing, Hero looks up at him and wills their tongue and lips to move: "What... do you want?" The effort of talking leaves them breathing hard. But they know Villain wasn't involved in this butched operation, so what does he want now? He shouldn't even be here.

"Don't strain yourself," Villain immediately chides. His hands move to Hero's shoulders and carefully turn them on their side. Nimble fingers slide down to their wrists and start restraining them behind their back. "I'll do the talking, mh? I'm taking you."

Another shiver goes down Hero's spine. They don't know if it's the toxins or something different. "Why?" Struggling is useless, they can barely move on their own - why is Villain even restraining them? Still, they try.

A firm hand on their nape immediately halts those attempts. Villain clicks his tongue and pulls them into a sitting position, dark eyes narrowing in displeasure. "I told you to relax." He reaches into a pocket and takes out a small darkened vial. "Antitoxin," he explains, unscrewing it and bringing it up to Hero's lips. "Come on."

Hero searches his expression, what little of it they can see, and slowly breathes out. "Why?" they ask again, voice firmer this time. They don't have such a tight relationship with Villain that he'd go out of his way to help - they bedded each other only once, and they doubt Villain got attached. It doesn't sound like him.

With a slight huff, Villain taps the vial against Hero's bottom lip. "I'm taking you to your lover," he explains, rolling his eyes in the face of Hero's stark surprise. "Yes, of course I know. They're going to put you back on your feet, and they will owe me." A smile, a flash of teeth. "Everyone wins, mh?"

Oh. Hero... relaxes. Alright then. They drink down the contents of the vial. Immedialy their whole body starts to tingle as the toxins are banished from their blood. With a relieved sigh they curl their fingers and toes, testing how quickly the antitoxin is working. Now they understand why Villain has restrained them.

Instead of trying to fight and get free, they go almost limp against Villain's body. He is much warmer than he has any right to be, and it eases some more tension out of their body. "Thank you," they murmur, looking up at him with a glint in their eyes. "Now take me home, please."

Thank you for reading and thank you for the prompt!

If you have requests or prompts don't hesitate to send in an ask, I've been posting more sparsely but I'm planning to get back to once a day (or so) soon.

#lev writes #lev answers #hero x villain #heroes and villains #villain #hero #villain x villain #writers on tumblr #my writing #fiction #prompt #story #writing prompt #enemies to lovers

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so-long-soldier-writes · 1 year

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Bloodlust

kai parker x reader

part of you knew it was wishful thinking to believe vampires couldn't sense period blood. your heretic best friend proves that true when he comes over to see you. in fact, to him, it smells even sweeter than the blood you normally offer, and he practically begs you for a taste. (heretic!kai) (virgin!kai)

tags: period sex, oral sex, blood drinking, blood sharing, loss of virginity

word count: ~3.5k

As soon as you get back from the bathroom, your phone gets a new message. Checking it, you see it’s your best friend.

Kai: hi princess, are you free tonight? i miss you. movie night?

You bite your lip, fighting the urge to say ‘yes’. The two of you haven’t had a night to yourselves in awhile, and a movie night sounds like heaven. Only one thing - your period has come three days early, and Kai’s a recently turned heretic. You don’t know if vampires can sense that type of blood the same way they can with venous blood, but if they can, that’ll lead to a pretty embarrassing situation that you don’t think you can handle. Not that Kai won’t be a gentleman, because you know he always is with you, but just the thought of explaining that to your best friend sounds less than appealing. Besides, periods tend to make you way more needy than usual, and that crush you’ve been harboring does not need to be revealed.

Sighing, you type a reply.

Y/N: i’m not feeling great today. another day?

The minute you hit send, you know you chose the wrong words. Kai answers immediately.

Kai: you okay?? anything i can help with? if you’re sad, i don’t want you alone :(

Fuck, why’d you tell him that?

Y/N: no, i’m okay, i promise. just a stomach bug. i don’t want you to catch it

Kai: i can’t get sick, i’m a heretic now. plz let me help you

Kai: i’ll get you some soup from the grill and we can watch your favorite movie

Y/N: idk i just don’t think it’s a good time rn

Kai: oh, okay

Kai: i didn’t do anything wrong, did i?

Y/N: no! pumpkin, you did nothing wrong, i just don’t feel good

Kai: okay

Kai: you sure i can’t help? i miss you sm

Y/N: i know, and i miss you, too

Kai: do u want me to find jo and ask her your symptoms? she might be able to help

Y/N: no you don’t have to do that! i know what it is, i’m okay. it just hurts

Kai: wait, what is it?

Y/N: nothing serious, just a lil bug

Kai: i don’t like knowing you’re hurting alone

Kai: i promise i won’t talk too much, just let me come comfort you

It’s a losing battle with Kai. It always is. He’s always so adamant about keeping you company, especially at times you don’t feel well, and most of the time, you’ve given into his convincing. But in the past, he’d only been a witch. His vampirism is an unfortunate game-changer.

Kai: y/n, please, i’m worried

Kai: take a nap if u want, just let me come and make sure you’re okay

Kai: you can use me as a pillow again :)

The needy part of your mind takes over, and you answer without thinking twice.

Y/N: alright, but i might go to bed really early

Kai: that’s okay :)) i’ll be there in 2

Great job, Y/N. Now you’ve fucked up. How are you going to explain this??

In the two minutes that you have to spare, you burn some sage, hoping that smell will overpower the more obvious one. Your fingers are crossed that maybe vampires can’t detect periods, but you have a feeling that’s wishful thinking. The knock on your door comes sooner than anticipated.

Despite your worries, you can’t help the happiness that consumes you when you see Kai at your door. “Hi!” You exclaim, rushing forward to hug him.

The boy hugs you back with one arm, the other full of soup and snacks, then grins at you when you separate. “I know you aren’t feeling well, so I’ll keep my voice down and try to talk less. I just don’t want you alone when you’re sick, y’know?”

“I know,” you nod, leading him to the kitchen to open the takeout boxes. “Thank you for caring.”

“I’ll always care about you. Mhm, is that sage?”

“Yeah, sorry. I was hoping it would make me feel better.”

“It should. I mean, it’ll at least help. Is there anything else I can do?”

“Hmm, all I need is you, this soup, and a good movie, and I’ll feel okay eventually, m’kay?”

He’s unsure about the truth in your statement, but agrees anyway.

The two of you sit on your couch, soups in hand, sharing a blanket across your lap. You decided on a stupid movie that’ll make you both laugh, and try not to think too much about the cramping in your abdomen. As the movie goes on and Kai begins to get lost in it, you start to feel a little more comfortable. Maybe your sage trick worked, or maybe it is undetectable to vampires. Either way, you let yourself curl into his side, enjoying your closeness. You don’t miss him putting an arm around you to pull you closer, and the gesture makes your heart flutter.

About an hour later, the midol you took is finally kicking in, and the pain is lessening more and more. Sighing in relief, you stretch your legs out for a second, easing those cramps, before tucking them back under you. In that moment, though, you forget that movements like those might trigger blood flow, which may then trigger the heretic’s bloodlust. And if he can smell period blood, that most certainly did it.

With a glance up to Kai, you almost see the gears turning in his head. Fuck.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Do you smell blood?”

“Um, no. Why?”

Yes. Yes, you do. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I don’t know, but out of nowhere, I do.”

“Maybe I got a cut from this plastic lid?” You refer to the container you’ve been, thankfully, playing with for the last half hour.

Kai immediately grabs your hands to check. “No, no cuts.”

“Maybe it’s the neighbor?”

“Too close to be the neighbor. You sure you aren’t bleeding anywhere?”

“I’m okay, I promise. I’m not hurt.” It’s not a total lie. You aren’t hurt, you said. You hadn’t confirmed nor denied if you were actually bleeding.

“Can I check?”

“What?”

“Check for blood? Just to be sure.”

Panic courses through your body. “No,” you blurt out. You even move a little away from him without realizing, but then immediately regret it.

Kai tenses, “okay. I’m sorry.”

“Wait. Fuck, okay. Kai?”

“Yes?”

“Chill, Y/N, it’ll be fine.” You tell yourself out loud, concerning him even more. “Okay, I actually am bleeding, but it’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“Wait, what do you mean?”

“It’s natural, supposed to happen, but I can’t control it.”

“Please explain, Y/N. What is it? Does it hurt?”

“Okay. It’s a period, women get them every month, and like I said, it’s totally normal. They cause a lot of stomach cramping and such, which is why I was in pain earlier, but I took something for it and I’m okay now. But basically, in simple terms, when women don’t get pregnant, their body gets mad and retaliates by shedding the lining of the uterus. This results in the lining, and tissues, and blood, and some other things to be drained from the body via…” you gesture to the lower half of your body. “So no, I can’t control it, but I can stop it from leaking with pads and tampons, whatever’s on hand. But right now, the cramps and pain are gone, but the blood doesn’t stop.”

As you explain it, you see his eyes darken. The veins underneath turn to a purple-ish, black, and you think you know exactly what’s happening.

“Can I… can I taste it?”

“What?”

“The blood.”

Hell yes, please, you want to say. But at the same time, that’s a step too far into intimacy that you haven’t taken. “Um, I don’t know.”

“It smells so good, I need it.”

You try to swallow the butterflies swarming in your stomach. “Kai, I’m sorry. You can feed from my neck or wrist, but we can’t-... I can’t-” you don’t know how to finish that sentence.

Slowly, he nods, the bloodlust taking over.

“Okay,” you lift your wrist up to his mouth, “drink, baby.” It’s a pet name you use for him all the time, but this time, both of you can feel something more.

Kai licks the spot where he plans to bite, then in one quick motion, sinks his teeth into your skin. You gasp for a second, but then start to enjoy the feeling. He’s fed off you more times than you can count and it always delivers the same pleasure.

Kai drinks for a few seconds, but detaches way too soon. There’s no way he’s full from that.

Though, you get your answer in the form of a desperate plea, “Y/N, I need it. There’s something different about it. I can smell it, it’s so good.”

“Kai… c’mon, drink.” You lift your wrist up again, but the stubborn boy literally refuses to latch. “What about here?” You offer your neck, even tracing your hand along your jugular.

“Just a taste, please, Y/N.”

Once again, a losing battle. His determination plus your increasing arousal at the thought of it all betrays you, and before you know it, you’re laying back on the couch, his fingertips at the waistband of your leggings.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He offers the option, even though you know he’s silently begging you to say ‘no’.

“No,” you admit.

He looks at you with lust-filled eyes - an expression you’ve never seen before on him. “If you change your mind, I will.”

“Okay. Hey, can you put something down on the couch? I don’t want to bleed on it and have a big, embarrassing stain.”

The heretic nods, fetching a towel, then continues. He puts it under you as soon as your leggings and panties are gone, then for a minute, just stares. No blood is visible, but he can smell it. It’s strong, and mixed with the intoxicatingly sweet smell of your arousal. His heartbeat quickens, pants tighten, and he looks at you for one more consent.

“Go ahead. I trust you.”

Kai doesn’t know whether to use his mouth or a finger first. One thing he’s never told you: he’s a virgin. Yet the need for this blood is too strong to dive into that right now, and he fights with himself before making a decision.

“Kai, please do something,” you whine, wondering what has him waiting. The cool air on your body causes you to shiver; his gaze makes you wet.

In a split second, he chooses to feel you first. His index finger traces your clit ever so lightly. It travels between your folds, then dips into them in such a slow motion, you could explode. You fight the urge to moan his name again, but maybe that will snap him out of whatever trance he seems to have entered.

He’s still going gentle, much too gentle, as he feels around your walls. Seemingly exploring, as if it’s his first time. Though the idea doesn’t cross your mind that it may be, because you’re too needy to think coherently.

“Please,” you can’t help but beg. The need for his fingers, tongue, anything, to taste you is overwhelming.

Kai finally goes deeper. One finger is inside you, down to the knuckle. Wetness begins to coat his finger, whether it’s arousal or blood, you’re unsure. Please let it be blood, you think, and then his vampirism will take over and he’ll be consumed by it, and I’ll get some pleasure out of this. And then you immediately feel bad for thinking that. He’s exploring your body for the first time, give him a break. For all you know, the crush is mutual.

After a minute of swirling his finger around you, he pulls it out and brings it to his lips. There’s a bit of blood, but most of it is the clear, creamy substance you know all too well.

Kai’s afraid to ask what exactly it is - afraid to reveal he doesn’t know what he’s doing; afraid you’ll regret letting him do this. If she knows I’m inexperienced, she won’t ever want me, a voice in his mind tells him. Speaking of which, you better get your shit together. He sucks your juices off his finger, and his eyes roll back in his head. Fuck, that’s heavenly. Need more, and need more blood. The second time, he’s less slow. Two fingers enter you, they move about, coating them evenly, and then he sucks them off again. This time, there was more blood. His eyes start to turn black again, and he knows he needs better access.

You sign in relief when Kai moves his body down, mouth making its way towards your heat. Him eating you out has been a dream of yours for months, and with the added sensitivity of your period, you know this is about to be perfect. Not even the vampirism scares you, because you love the feeling of him feeding on you, so why would this be any different?

“Need you,” you moan, bucking up your hips slightly. The action causes a little bit of blood to dribble out onto the towel, and Kai’s veins reappear.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes, please, Kai.” In your state, you speak without considering your words. “I love the feeling of you feeding on me. It’s euphoric, it makes me wet. This’ll be ten times better.”

The confession drives him, finally, to indulge. His first few licks are still slow as he gets used to the sensation, but then the taste of blood overwhelms him. It’s better than the blood from your neck, if that's even possible. It’s coated in the same sweet wetness that covered his finger, and seems to gush more with every flick of his tongue. The taste soon has him humming into your heat, causing you to cry out and grab his hair. You’re pulling him into you, bucking your hips against his face, panting heavily. Kai grabs onto your hips to keep you steady, helping him to maintain some control.

“Fuck,” you hear him mutter. The vibration goes straight into your core. “You taste like heaven.” The praise makes you grip him harder. And with every tug of his hair, he delves his tongue deeper.

For a second, he begins to nibble on your clit. At first, it feels good, but then you realize he might actually bite you there.

You giggle, “don’t bite me, Kai! Not there!”

He stops for a minute, confused. You look at him, now equally confused. Why does this seem so new to him?

“Bite here,” you poke your inner thigh. “Or here,” your lower stomach. “Or really anywhere, just not right there.”

“Okay.” Immediately, the heretic’s teeth sink into your thigh. Blood from your period has dried onto the area from his messy feeding, and now fresh blood joins with it.

“Holy fuck,” you squeeze your eyes shut from pleasure and pain. When you open them again, his fangs are covered in your blood, dark red. His eyes and veins are still black, but there’s a pinkish tint to his cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” you gush up at him. “Kiss me.”

Unlike before, there’s no hesitancy as he obeys your command. Blood from his lips seeps into your mouth, giving you a chance to taste yourself, quite literally. As the metallic taste drips down your throat, you find yourself moaning again. Kai’s lips curl into a smile.

Then, moments later, his head is dipping back down, tongue re-entering your heat. He seems to have gotten more confidence now, alternating between slurping blood from your entrance, and sucking at your clit. His left hand covers the open wound on your thigh, preventing too much blood loss. Though you both know you have to tend to it soon.

“I’m so close, Kai.”

He keeps pace. At times he’s on your clit, two fingers enter you, feeling your walls, and bringing you closer to orgasm. He hums again, sending more vibrations through you that are better than any vibrator you’ve ever used. Repetition takes you to your high, finally, as white spots cloud your vision. You cry out so loud that you hope the neighbors can’t hear you while your orgasm rips through your entire body.

Kai laps up your blood until you’ve finished. The second you feel yourself go weak from the overwhelming pleasure, he sits up and bites into his own wrist, bringing it up to your lips for you to feed. You take it gladly, feeling a bit dizzy, and can’t help but admire him as he watches you. Eyes, turning back to blue, but intense. Hair, a mess from you tugging on it. Mouth, stained red from the copious amounts of your blood he drank. It’s a sight that would scare most, but you’ve never been more attracted to him.

“You okay?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “I didn’t go too far, did I?”

His blood begins to heal the wound on your thigh and return your body to its normal state. “No, Kai, you’re perfect. That was amazing.”

“To be honest, I could’ve kept going. I could drown in your blood. But I could never hurt you, so I had to stop. Plus, I didn’t want to overstimulate you too much, and I think you started to feel that way when you came.”

“Just the perfect amount of overstimulation. Like I said, you were perfect.”

He swallows, as if debating what to say next. “Um, thank you. For both, letting me feed, and letting me taste you.”

You smile, “so… you liked it?”

“What do you mean? Of course I liked it.”

“I know, but I mean… the intimacy of it.” It’s a risk, but you have to know. “I know we blood-share all the time, but never like this. Never with my… y’know.”

“The intimacy… you mean, sex?”

His bluntness makes you blush. The sociopath’s limited emotions lead to a lot of bluntness, you’ve learned.

“Um, yeah.”

“Yeah, I liked it a lot. I mean, I’ve always wanted to go that far with you, but I was afraid you’d reject me, and then we’d stop being friends. Right now, I’m thanking whoever gave women periods and Lily Salvatore right now for these stars aligning.”

If it’s possible, you’re blushing even harder. “I wouldn’t have rejected you, Kai. I wanted you, too. More than you could know.”

“I know… I mean, I figured. Because I’ve been able to sense your heart rate getting faster when I’m near you, and even before turning, I could see your cheeks reddening and you’d stutter sometimes. But I couldn’t risk losing you because you’re the only person to ever care about me.”

“Well worry not, because I’m not going anywhere, pumpkin.”

“I think I…” he licks his lips, “oh, fuck it, I do love you.”

You had looked down because of your blushing, but his confession snaps your eyes back up to face him. “Oh my god, I love you, too.”

For a second, the two of you just stare at each other. Then, out of nowhere, he grabs your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. You squeal, let out a laugh, and turn to kiss him. He’s gentle, yet hungry for you, and the combination drives you insane. When you separate, he looks nervous again.

“Kai…?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you sure I was okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“The sex, or at least, what of it we did.”

“What?! Are you crazy? I’m dead serious, Kai, that was the best I’ve ever experienced.”

“Okay. Good. Because, uh…”

You duck your head, waiting for him to continue.

“You’re, uh, my first.”

“Wait, what?”

“Um-”

“You’re joking?”

“No.”

“There is no way.”

“Is that okay? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Malachai-”

“Ew, don’t call me that.”

“-Parker.”

He bites his lip, looking anywhere but at your face.

“There’s no fucking way you’ve never done this before.”

“I mean, I’ve touched myself in the prison world plenty of times.” The sociopathic bluntness returns. Coincidentally, your blush also returns.

“But you’ve never touched, eaten out, anything with a woman?”

“Not until you.”

“You’re mine,” you look him in the eye. He meets your gaze, not expecting the possessiveness. It’s usually him being overly protective of you. “You’re mine, and no one else’s, you fucking sex god.”

It’s his turn to blush, and he does so a deep red. It matches the blood staining his teeth, Your blood. “I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“Good. Now kiss me, and let’s watch this movie until you get hungry again.”

“I will not argue with that.”

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hi angel! i see your requests are open and if you’re up for it, i’d love to request an older!sinclair sister w our lover boy eddie? :) some angst for character development LOL and fluff? ♥️♥️♥️ thank u pookie

Mistakes were made but atleast we fixed them, sort of…

Eddie Munson x Fem!OlderSinclaire reader

[a/n] sorry this took longer than I’d hoped, I really tried to make it a balance between angst and fluff so I hope I did your request justice! Feel free to send more asks in the future, I’ve never written for Sinclair reader before this so it was definitely new to me, but I had fun! <3

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Eddie had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, practically joined at the hip, so much so that it was uncommon to see you apart, until recently. With the cracks of your steadily crumbling friendship beginning to show, questions naturally arose from both your parents and peers.

What you refused to tell anyone was the real reason behind this break, constantly spewing excuse after excuse when anyone broached the topic. It was unlikely anyone would hear what actually went down, with Eddie probably far too embarrassed to explain that you, his best friend was in love with him, and you mortified for even thinking he could feel the same.

In fact just thinking about it months later, your cheeks still burned with a mixture of hurt and rage, picturing the night you’d all but spilled your guts while he sat there half heartedly shrugging at your confession like you meant nothing to him at all.

Poor Lucas had attempted to console you but was met with a cold pillow to the face the moment he entered your bedroom, quickly deciding it wasn’t worth possibly losing his head over some ‘girl drama’, or so he thought. However, it was also just your luck that the following morning he’d not only told Mike and Dustin but the entire Hellfire group, Eddie included.

For a while after the whole debacle you’d tried to remain just best friends with Eddie, truly believing that if he wasn’t interested in you romantically you could still salvage the friendship although, that proved more difficult than ever.

Which led you to now where you were stuck between the awkward and depressing limbo of wanting more but trying desperately to get over you know who, in an effort to go back to how it was before, if that was even possible.

Poking around at the food in front of you as your family chatted happily about their day, zoning in and out of conversation had become the new norm. The numbness taking over once more until Lucas had let it slip that Eddie had a date with none other than Chrissy Cunningham, Hawkin’s princess.

Of course he did, you’d thought. The bitterness beginning to take over as you thought of the numerous reasons Eddie would never be attracted to you and how you’d ruined everything. Excusing yourself from the table and going straight to bed, not that you’d be getting any sleep.

If only you’d kept your stupid mouth shut.

You weren’t sure how long had passed until the faint knock of the door echoed through the room, followed by the creak of the worn down door. “Hey y/n, I was thinking we could have a spa night this weekend if you’re up for it? You know how mom used to do when we were younger?” Erica shifted somewhat nervously. It was clear she didn’t want to anger you, with your mood changing faster than the wether nowadays, likely confused how the once close family dynamic had become to distant.

Guilt weighed heavy against your chest, the urge to decline and simply wallow, outweighing a possibly fun and equally horrendous sister night. Desperate to think of an excuse but deciding to agree anyway for her sake. It wasn’t like you had anything planned either way, with Lucas and your parents going on date.

The bonus was she might actually succeed with killing you this time, if her cooking was the still as you remembered.

—-

Eddie knew it was wrong as soon as the thought entered his head, he just couldn’t understand how you could tolerate let alone be in love with him. Hell he’d be lying if he tried to deny the feelings he felt, yet he still choose to play the fool. He hadn’t anticipated the fallout would be quite this bad, with you avoiding him for the most part or pretending for his sake the confession was in the past and to be forgotten, and his conflicted feelings making him temperamental, for lack of a better word he well and truly was fucked.

How was he supposed to rely on you to protect his heart if he couldn’t do the same for you? So used to being the other person in any given situation, this was all new. Hell he’d have studied for this moment if it meant he’d have an answer with how to move forward, alas that wasn’t coming anytime soon.

Trudging up to the van like usual unaware that someone was following him until the crinkle of a snack wrapper sounded from behind, stopping him in his tracks.

“Sinclair I know you’re there” Eddie had called before turning around to meet the sheepish grin on Lucas’ face.

“How did you know it was me?” The boy had sighed, munching away on his favourite snack bar which coincidentally was also yours.

“Well apart from the obnoxiously loud noise you made opening that.” He’d pointed at the half eaten food “I also happen to know there y/n’s favourite and they’re the most annoying thing ever, especially when trying to plan a campaign.”

“Well anyway I need you to come to my house tomorrow evening.” Ignoring Eddie and continuing “and before you ask she’s not going to be home so don’t worry about that, she’s got a date.” He trailed off, watching something in the distance

“I wasn’t worried but okay…” Eddie muttered watching as Lucas suddenly ran off shouting at what he assumed to be the others to wait up for him

—-

Getting into your pyjamas and heading downstairs to see what chaos Erica was cooking up, literally, you hadn’t expected to be met with the person you’d been trying to forget, or at least just for one evening.

“What are you doing here?” Looking around the otherwise empty kitchen confused “you’re supposed to be on a date?” You questioned

“No you’re supposed to be on a date.” Eddie echoed back as the sound of chairs dragging against the hardwood floor grew closer.

“Neither of you are on a date but you are locked in, so sort whatever it is going on between you out now!” Your younger siblings shouted, clearly having planned tonight.

“By the way I know you both love each other so just admit it already.” Erica added, earning a thump before it grew quiet again.

Unsure of how to comprehend her words, you simply pulled up a chair and sat down. You definitely weren’t going to start the conversation, hurt enough over the first time you’d talked argued about ‘this’.

“Look I’m just going to get straight to the point. I lied.” Eddie started, pulling up a chair near you and sitting “I do love-” the hesitation was enough to send you reeling, the urge to simply run, scratching away at your insides.

“Fuck” he was pacing now “I’ve never said these words to anyone but I love you.” Breathing out without hesitation this time. “I know I’ve been shit at showing it and I don’t expect you to forgive me for lying and hurting you but when I heard you were going on a date something changed.” Now still and silent once again as he got down and looked at you for real this time.

“I lied because I thought you could do better than me. I mean I’m still in high school, barley passing and you’re in college with your whole life ahead of you. It wouldn’t be fair for me to hold you back, you know that.”

“Eddie what the hell?!” You weren’t sure if you wanted to scream or cry at how dense he could be, you’d probably end up doing both “I don’t care about that shit, we’ve been friends for years and you didn’t think to at least talk to me about this?”

“You know I love you and you let me think you were basically disgusted at me?” Pausing as you pondered on your next words. “Don’t answer that.”

Where words failed, actions came into hand. Leaning over and pressing your lips against his, savouring the faint taste of mint and tobacco that lingered, while cupping his cheeks between your hands. Now that you’d started you weren’t sure you could stop, understanding now what it means to be intoxicated by someone.

Gasping for breath between kisses and hands grabbing at each other while the room grew hotter until you were startled by a bang.

“Hey! We’re still here you know.” Lucas shouted “also I’m still mad that you like him” It was now Erica’s turn to slap him playfully, prompting a spat between the two over who’d genius plan this was. Honestly you couldn’t care less now that you had Eddie back.

Little did you know that it was thanks to both Lucas and Erica meddling for this Valentine’s miracle. Although, that was an argument for another day. Erica insisting she knew was the head of operation Valentines.

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