#flipping tropes after and for once u let go

[garoujo]

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento.

ღ warnings — f. reader, creampies / unprotected sex, aged!up characters, hidden feelings, just them falling in love w u sob, car sex in nanami’s.

ღ note — obey me version. i’m back with another one of these cause it’s always gonna be my fave trope of all time ! ! ! also got a lil carried away with satoru’s *sniffle* sorry ><

・✶ ｡ﾟ GOJO SATORU

gojo was almost too good at hiding his growing feelings for you, like he didn’t have your post notifications on on every social media platform you owned and like sight of a new picture of you didn’t make his cock twitch and thicken behind his uniform slacks. hiding his need for you behind teasing and always convincing you that staying a little bit longer wouldn’t do much harm.

satoru snaps his hips up into you with a bit more ferocity as he sinks his cock into your soaked cunt from where you’re straddling him, grinning when he’s elicited shaky moans and needy whimpers from your pouty, swollen lips. there’s a teasing smirk curling on his own when he feels your walls twitch around his cock, crystalline eyes almost rolling back at the ethereal sight of you above him. he didn’t expect to have feelings form in the place of pure lustful sex, but you were so good for him—all starry eyed and sweet and he should’ve known when he got that first, sweet taste of you he’d never be able to satisfy his craving. “gonna cum.. i, fuck.” you choke, voice heavenly when his name rolls off your tongue and he grins almost mockingly at how adorable you look lost in the pleasure only he can give you. “yeah? go ahead. fuck, don’t let me stop you, pretty girl.” satoru drawls and he watches your eyes squeeze shut before you’re creaming around his cock, his fingers tightening around your jaw to pull you in for a sloppy, wet, moaning kiss. there’s a rush of bliss through his nerves, in his whole being everytime he kisses you—he’ll never get enough, licking and grunting into your mouth, filling you up with his load while you moan and breathe your sighs across his lips in a tone he still finds himself dreaming about when you leave. so even when he’s still coming down from his orgasm, still lost in a half hormone-drunken haze he doesn’t hesitate to suddenly flip you underneath him and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips against your skin as you whimper at the over stimulation and grab at his toned shoulders. “oh? what’s the rush? i don’t think i want you to leave just yet, sweetheart.” satoru hums lowly and you give him a dreamy look through wet lashes when his softening cock twitches awake inside of your tight walls once more. “i’ll take good care of you, pretty girl.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ GETO SUGURU

it wasn’t supposed to happen at first — you’d both always been close but not like this. it had just happened after a long night together and ultimately you both enjoyed it too much to stop, but now it had gotten to the point where he didn’t want to lose you as a friend despite the way his heart yearned for more.

“g-god, pretty girl. feels so good, fucking—shit.” geto grunts, scratchy and breathless and it only takes a few more thrusts from the dark haired sorcerer before he’s following you off the cliff of his release, the hot rush of bliss taking over him. his cock flexes as he spills his loads inside of you with a surprised grunt, his body trembling above your own and it’s almost instinctive the way he hugs you closer, keeping you pressed tight against his chest while he smears messy kisses along your cheeks, riding out his orgasm through shallow thrusts as you both bask in the aftermath of your tingling pleasure. suguru shoots you a grin when he finally rolls off of you, keeping his arm trapped underneath you as his lips curl into a drowsy grin, and he’s hoping you can’t hear the racing of his heart when you wiggle closer to him, and he can’t help but kiss you once on the lips—hoping you’ll blame it on the post orgasm bliss, even though to him it’ll always be more than that. “you staying? s’posed to be stormy so saves you going home.” suguru asks, hoping his hopeful tone is masked behind his breathlessness even though his arm encourages you to curl up closer to him—and he hopes it’ll convince you to never leave. but for tonight—you do stay, so when an hours past and you’re breathing deep, asleep against his chest, suguru doesn’t need to hide the lovesick haze that’s fallen over him this time as his fingers trace his initials into your skin, whispering three quiet words against your temple before he’s curling up beside you, because for now, he’ll let himself love like this a little longer.

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITADORI YUUJI

itadori didn’t really understand what the arrangement was, in his mind you were dating — so you can imagine the confused and particularly hurt expression on his face when he has to listen to you introduce him as a friend, but watching other hungry gazes on you makes something particularly carnal burn in his stomach.

it’s almost desperate the way yuuji’s hands are grabbing at your hips, keeping you pressed tightly to the couch after you both finally arrive home from dinner with your friends. you’d never seen him like this, so needy and rough, his gaze heavy when he blinks down at you before focusing on the way your pretty tire juggle everytime he sinks his heavy cock back into your soaked cunt. “s-slow down, yuu—so much.” you whimper through pouty lips but even with his dazed mind he knows you don’t want him to stop. your mind is cloudy with how well he’s fucking you, losing yourself in the feeling of his huge body looming over your own as he moans ragged grunts of your name, smearing a mixture of his drool and kisses along the dip of your shoulder when he leans over you. “feel s-so good, baby, fuck! love this pussy, l-love it so much—‘ts mine, right? all mine—ughhh.” yuuji grunts, words half coherent when your walls are twitching so needily around him and your pussy is squelching with every unforgivable push of his hips, so you don’t reply immediately—too lost in the pleasure only he can give you, but this only makes him go harder. he curses roughly as he fucks into you eagerly, his hands almost curled into fists at your hips while his groans echo somewhere deep in his chest, and you feel like your body is almost crumbling with each crushing thrust into you as he hugs you closer—ruthlessly slamming his hips into your own. “p-please, baby. tell me ‘ts mine—fuck, gonna cum. please, please, ‘m yours so say it.” he almost pleads despite his ragged tone, but you hear him this time as your nails leave scratches of red along his biceps, his heavy cock kissing every part of you when you finally answer back. “fuck, y-yes i’m yours yuu!”

・✶ ｡ﾟ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

he couldn’t help himself when it came to you, he had been particularly inexperienced at first but when you’d walked into his life he’d given you all of him, more than he’d ever given somebody else so maybe that’s why he couldn’t help the feelings that came a lot with it — still finding himself getting lost in you almost too easily.

it’s almost too much for him, you are, everytime he’s got you lying beneath him—blinking up at him through doe eyes and pouty lips and megumi feels like he could finish right there and then. “p-please, ‘gumi.” you whisper, eyes cloudy with want as you gaze up at him, your fingers smoothing through the raven strands of his hair before his hips roll into yours languidly, and megumi feels his heart race when you breathe his name—your walls squeezes around the sensitive head of his cock delightfully when he pushes up against the sweet spot inside of you. “you..” he grunts, jaw clenching when he fucks into you again before he restarts despite the way he feels lightheaded. “you feel so good, everytime.” he blinks slowly, trying to hold back the needy whimpers and whines that are dying on his tongue, as the grip he has on your waist tightens when he continues to sink his cock into your doughy cunt. “o-oh, fuck.” megumi breathes again, grunting and clenching his teeth and his pace stutters when you hiccup his name, tight walls clenching around him once more and he repositions his knees this time before he sets a new pace. “do you lov.. fuck—like, this?” he says, words barely coherent and he knows he means to ask do you like him, but he knows it’s not the time—when warmth is pooling in his stomach and he’s trembling before he’s curling over you, instead focusing on the needy mewls and moans falling from your lips. another time maybe.

・✶ ｡ﾟ NANAMI KENTO

it was fine at first, your agreement. he was mostly busy with work anyway, sometimes he’d pick you up on his way home and you always helped him relax after a long day or help take the tension from his body after some gruelling overtime. but he had gotten used to seeing you now, couldn’t help himself from imagining your silhouette in the kitchen preparing dinner or busying yourself with something in his home—he’d gotten comfortable with you and he wanted more.

it’s dark in the back seat of nanami’s car, your face pressed against the expensive leather as his thick hands grab at your hips—ruthlessly slamming his cock into your tight cunt from behind, as his eyes focus on the way your ass jiggles with each heavy thrust. “doing so well, sweetheart.“ nanami grumbles, his head falling forward as his body follows, pressing his chest against your back, and the new position allows you to hear how fucked out he is, every deep growl and slurred curse against your shoulder. you tremble from under him, feeling his toned bicep curl around your waist and you push back into him when you feel his calloused hand snake between your legs, practiced fingers rolling your already puffy and swollen clit. “focus on me, that’s it. so good for me.” nanami growls, quiet at first but his voice is close enough for you to hear his words, your tight walls twitching in reply before you babble “feels s-so good.” and the blonde haired male feels something primal, possessive take over him at the sweet tone of your voice—his cock throbbing inside of you. “it feels good? taking me so well.” you hear him groan, your words encouraging him to slam himself even harder into you, the sound of skin slapping growing louder with each of his heavy thrusts. “you’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart. you going to take it for me?” nanami drawls, voice low and ragged and ecstasy is all you feel with his words, his brows creasing from the almost brutal pace he’s challenged himself under but he was stroking your walls just right. “i.. i can take it.”

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[cillivnz]

more than what you bargained for [k. heisenberg]

PAIRING — KARL HEISENBERG x DIMITRESCU!READER

TROPE — DBF! [here, mother’s friend, no really close relation] WORD COUNT — 1163 (short and sweet)

WARNINGS — NSFW. 18+. fem!reader. loss of virginity, hefty age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Karl is in his 50s), daddy kink, innocence/corruption kink, cursing, pet-names (bunny, little girl, etc.), slight degradation, slightly mean!Karl, p! in v! sex, brief orgasm denial, dacryphilia, slight exhibitionism, overstimulation, clit-play, mention of blood, spiting, cum-play, inappropriate usage of stuffed toys!

A/N — requested! i wasn’t going to leave y’all hanging high n’ dry, nonetheless, but thank you, all! (💋 for u) no mention of Alcides [ gender-bent Lady Dimitrescu ], didn’t want to jinx the two verses, so Alcina is Alcina.

i’ve decided to write this as a mini-series, can absolutely be read as stand-alones, the title would be “cockuette”, inspired by the coquette-ish aesthetic of the series, hence the 🎀 on Karl!

NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations from romanian to english]

draga esti acolo : sweetie, are you there? da, mamă? : yes, mother? da, mamă. am doar febra : yes, mother. i just have a fever.

YOUR NIGHT HAD JUST begun.

spinning you around, you were manhandled into a vulgar, shameless position— with you face squished against your pink, cum-slick duvet, and your ass up and spread for the older man.

“such a pretty pussy, baby. you’re really givin’ this ol’ man a treat,” he spread your gushing hole with both his thumbs.

you felt his hot breath fanning over your clenching cunt, whimpering like a wounded animal at how painful the anticipation from the lack of contact made you feel.

“hurts, daddy—” you moaned, your subconscious choosing your words.

“—daddy, huh?” he cocked a brow.

you looked back with widened eyes, face flushed with embarrassment.

you gulped, taking in the scars painting his handsomely aged face.

why was he even more beautiful up close?

“sorry…” you bat your lashes, pussy twitching involuntarily around his thumbs, still stretching you wide for the cold air of your room.

“nah, bunny. ‘s nothing to be sorry for,” he let go of your round ass to pull you closer, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

you felt every crevice of the metal man’s lacerated face, his soft silver locs brushing against the apples of your cheeks, pale grey eyes staring lovingly into yours only after his plump lips parted from your kiss-swollen ones.

he flipped you around, girthy cock falling heavy on your clit almost immediately.

without another word, he pushed the tip inside you, making you gasp.

“K-Karl! holy fuck—” you whined, showing hostility towards the fat penetration.

“sh, daddy’s here.

i got you, pretty bunny.”

only stopping when your hips didn’t allow him to go further, he let you adjust for a brief moment, before starting at a slow pace.

“Karl, it’s too much— too full.” you winced, eyes watery with pain.

“you’ll get used to it, bun. it’s made for you.” he grunted, eyes half-lidded, relishing in the feel of your tight cunt squeezing along his length.

“look at me when i fuck you, miss,” he grabbed your chin firmly, forcing your eyes open. the hand that hadn’t got an ironclad grip on your hip snaked its way onto your clit, rubbing vigorously. “Mama really didn’t teach you manners, huh?” he continued, thrusts gaining brute force and speed.

“that’s okay, darling girl. daddy’s here to teach you lessons. this is one of many.”

he chuckled viciously, eyes glinting with mischievous malice that once again dominated his softer side.

by now you were a moaning mess, crying over the assault of his fat cockhead on your sweet spot, and over the bruises forming on your body from his relentless groping and squeezing, his way of marking you in your most private, sensitive areas.

a reminder that you had wronged Karl earlier, and now you weren’t going to forget.

he turned you around in the blink of an eye, your returned to your initial position with the same sense of degradation; face down, ass up.

now, Karl was not holding back. not when your velvet walls were letting him glide through you.

only the sound of skin-on-skin slapping was sound, until a curt knock was heard.

“draga esti acolo?” your mother’s deep voice echoed.

you were frozen in place, life flashing before your eyes while the man balls-deep inside you only slowed his movements.

you raise your head meekly to look back at Karl, only earning a sly smirk from him.

“da, mamă?” you croaked.

“i’m sorry for leaving you alone with that bastard for so long, i couldn’t have left without dealing with those pests.” she sighed, referring to the people Mother Miranda had ordered her to deal with, but the only thing you cared about right now was Karl’s reaction to the insult.

and knowing him, you knew he was going to take it out on you.

instantaneously, he began pounding into you with brutality, using your g-spot as a punching bag for the mean shaft inside you.

you bit down on the cotton sheets, letting your sharp teeth gnaw into the floral print.

“when did he leave?” your mother’s voice was heard again.

“ah- ab-about an h-hour ago!” you grunted the high-pitched response.

silence met you momentarily.

“are you okay, dragă?” she asked, concerned.

“da, mamă. am doar febra!” you groaned.

your mother cursed under her breath, “it’s my fault for keeping you up so late. i’ll send Pasha in with remedies,” was the last thing she said before her heavy footsteps grew distant.

you moaned a sigh of relief, while the man behind you only chuckled. “bastard, huh?” he mused, still stuck on your mother’s insult.

“bet she’d chew on her words when my seed coats her daughter’s womb.” he scoffed, increasing the force of his thrusts by tenfold.

“daddy!”

your eyes rolled back, his heavy balls slapping your sensitive clit with every thrust, his large palms slapping your fat ass cheeks; could this be—

“—MORE THAN WHAT YOU BARGAINED FOR, bunny?” his hand found your clit, pinching the bud.

he looked over to your side, amused by the sight of your childhood toy, a bunny you named ‘Mina’ staring at the filth unravelling in-front of it.

he grabbed the teddy, still thrusting in and out of you, “choke on this,” he squeezed your cheeks together, opening your mouth just enough to shove the teddy bunny’s arm inside.

your cries were muffled, Karl finally able to focus on chasing his high.

pinching your bundle of nerves, he pulled out completely, feeling you sobbing fully into your sheets at the orgasm denial, cunt convulsing around nothing— the perfect moment for him to shove his cock in whole (in hole, literally) and shoot his load into the pussy whose virginity he just stripped off.

he groaned in your ears, hoisting you up by the hair to kiss you with fervency.

“that’s how a good host treats their guests.” he bit down on your lip, earning sobs from your breathless self.

pulling out, he was eager to spread you open again and see the his cum drool out of you, and lo and behold— your puffy cunt oozed out traces of blood in both of your fluids mixed. Karl stretched you wider and spat right into your hole, causing you to flinch and clench.

he chuckled, pulling Mina the bunny away from your arms, and using its saliva-soaked arm to clean your folds.

you winced at the contact, but the softness felt so good.

“milady, Lady Dimitrescu has sent some soup— OH, GODS!” Pasha the chamberlain dropped the big bowl of remedies to the ground, and charged out the same door she barged in on seeing the princess naked as the day she was born, getting her wet cunt cleaned by the most dangerous of the Lords, holding a teddy bunny in all his glory, with that goddamn smirk plastered on his face.

poor Pasha deserves therapy as compensation for the shit she sees at Castle Dimitrescu.

pt. I. COCKUETTE MASTERLIST. more from ‘resident evil: village’. main masterlist.

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[catt-leya]

Hi babe!

I saw that your requests were open and I jumped on the occasion lol.

I am a sucker for the jealousy trope, so I thought of something along the lines of like; Rick and reader are not together, but everyone knows that they like each other and there is like an unspoken band between those two. They arrive at Alexandria and there is someone from there who has eyes on the reader. They like idk do everything so that the reader has to work with them and so on. From there on u can choose what happens! But jealous Rick is a need at this point lol.

Thanks babe, have a lovely day!💖

Sucker For Pain (18+++) || Rick Grimes

The fic has gotten a little out of control 👉🏼👈🏼😅 (14 pages sweeties 💗) have fun 💗💗💗

Trigger: Mention of spanking, dirty talk, oral sex, choking (?), breeding (?) and my usual smutty stuff

Gently, you push the door of the barn shut behind the others and remain alone with Rick and the new one.

Concerned, you look over at the bound man, who has introduced himself as Aaron. 

Not because you think he's a danger to you, but rather because you think Rick is a danger to him.

Aaron gave you the opportunity to find a community and instead of listening to him and giving him a chance, Rick punched him in the face and knocked him unconscious.

Now he's awake again and it doesn't look like he's doing badly, but you're not a doctor either and can't really tell.

Sighing, you avert your eyes from Aaron and look to Rick, who is looking in a bag in the back of the barn.

He's bending over and the old brown shirt is straining against his shoulders, which is probably proof enough that he's changed not only mentally, but physically as well. 

When you met him, it wasn't lanky, but being forced to do a lot more physically than before hasn't passed him by without leaving a mark, and you have to force yourself not to gape at him as you slowly walk in his direction. 

Immediately he senses your presence and straightens up to his full height so that he towers over you significantly and you have to tilt your head slightly back to look at him, "Knocking him unconscious wasn't necessary."

Rick watches you put your small hands on your hips and is once again fascinated by how small and almost dainty you seem to be next to him. 

He's also well aware that you make an interesting contrast when you reach for his dirty hands, as you are doing now.

After the long time outside without a solid roof over his head, he probably looks like a Neanderthal, and you're reaching into his beard and pulling out a dry leaf makes him blink several times before he answers more hoarsely than intended, "You're worried about him?"

You can see him trying to classify whether you're worried about Aaron or simply don't approve of his actions, so you wrinkle your nose and put your small hands on his shoulders. Even through the fabric of the shirt, you can feel the sheer force underneath. 

You love the way his body feels under your hands, and you know he likes it when you touch him, too. 

He's never flinched before, and seems to really puff up when you reach for his hand at times, or let your hand slide over his torso. What you don't know is that Rick is electrified every time you are this close to him and is addicted to showing others that you are his. 

He is careful not to tell you that he sees you as his property and he is aware of how primitive it sounds, but it is just a switch that flips on him as soon as another guy looks at you or you show interest in another.

Simply to prove it to himself and your unwilling visitor that you belong to him, he leans over and puts his hands on your hips as he whispers in your ear, "Are you afraid I'm going to punch him again?"

Your whole body reacts to this sudden closeness. 

You move closer to him and can only hope he doesn't hear how unnaturally rough your voice is, "Just don't do it."

You notice how he seems to hesitate for a moment before he breathes a small kiss on your neck and then moves away from you, nodding slightly, "If he doesn't give me a reason."

The spot his lips touched feels like it's on fire and you clear your throat softly as you let your hands slide off his broad shoulders, "Him looking at me is not a reason, understand?"

Your voice shoots up in a way that makes Rick laugh, "Depends on how he looks at you." You don't suppress the urge to roll your eyes, "Rick!"

Surprised that he's suddenly so eager for physical contact, you wince slightly as he presses another kiss to your cheek, "I get it, baby."

It's not until he pulls the barn door shut behind him that you realize he called you ‘baby’ for the first time and you're stuck in place. 

He probably just said it as a joke because you pushed him like an overprotective wife. 

Yeah, right. 

That must have been it. 

You're not the kind of people who give each other pet names like that. 

It's different between you.

Quickly shaking your head to get the thought out of your head, you see Aaron smiling broadly, "You make a cute couple. How long have you been together?"

Your eyes dart back to the door Rick disappeared through, and you're sure he's not far away and will probably walk back in the door any second, so you quickly say, "I don't think we're a couple."

He raises his eyebrows and even before he says it he knows what he's going to say, "You think?"

Sighing, you take a step in his direction and drop to the ground with enough distance between you and him, "I don't know what we are."

You can clearly tell Aaron is much more relaxed since Rick left the barn, which also seems to loosen his tongue, and he looks at you with interest, "Feel free to correct me, but didn't he call you 'baby'? I'd call my boyfriend that, but definitely not someone I just get along with."

You look up at the ceiling, "I'm sure he meant that as a joke because I was acting a little wifey."

He opens his mouth, but closes it immediately as the door is pushed open and Rick comes back in. 

Immediately his eyes are on you and you smile at him, "Are you okay?"

Hesitantly he nods, "The others are back and we're going to his camp. But on my terms."

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Rick's conditions turn out to be quite dangerous, but since no one contradicts him, you pack your things and follow his instructions on who goes with whom.

As you might expect, you ride in the car with Rick, and instead of putting you in the back seat with Michonne and Aaron, he pulls you into his lap in the passenger seat. 

You don't claim that you don't like being this close to him, and Rick would have to be a total idiot if he didn't enjoy the way you lean relaxed against his chest, your pretty butt resting on his thigh.

He doesn't really think about it as he puts his left hand on your thigh and watches you play with the wedding ring on his hand. 

Just months ago, it bothered you that he still wears it even though his wife passed away and he assured you several times that he was over it and doing well. 

You didn't want to tell him at the time that it somehow bothered you that he was still wearing the ring anyway, but he noticed it himself and gently pulled you to him. 

Your back was pressed against his chest and he whispered softly in your ear, "I only wear the ring as a reminder of who I used to be. That's all it is."

Now you're ready to accept it and swallow that little ounce of jealousy towards a dead woman.

Lost in thought, you turn the ring on his finger and notice something on your back. 

Blindly, you reach back and graze the spot on your back. 

The feeling disappears and you run your finger along the veins from his forearm to his hand, that's when you notice it again and when you realize what it is, you cry out. 

Glenn, who is driving the car, hits the brakes full on. You are pushed forward and Rick is immediately wide awake, "What is it?"

Frantically trying to get to your back, you shriek perhaps a little too hysterically, "There's something crawling on my back. Oh my God."

You fidget around on Rick's lap and Glenn, shaking his head, starts driving again, "If that's all it is."

As calm as Glenn is, the more hysterical you become, and in a panic you press against Rick, who is frozen in his seat, until you whimper helplessly, "Make it go away. I beg you…make it go away."

At the way you sound scared, his heart softens and he reaches for your shirt and pulls it up over your back. 

Gently, he puts a hand on the back of your neck and pushes you forward a little so he can see your bare back and runs his hand over it, "Shhhh. I'm doing it."

At your reaction, he was expecting a cockroach the size of your hand, but it's just a small spider, which he just tosses to the floor of the car and then says softly, "It's all good again."

You turn your head and look back over your shoulder at him, "You sure?"

Without taking his eyes off you, he runs his hand slowly down your back one more time and now you can't hold back the goosebumps.

He releases his hand from your neck and you take a deep breath. 

The critter is gone and you don't even want to know what it was. 

Actually, it's sad that you're more panicky about creepy-crawlies in this world than you are about a single walker, but you didn't choose it.

Still sensing how tense you are, Rick slides his hand from your bare back to your stomach and pulls you back against his chest. 

He is well aware that it would be more appropriate to leave his hand on your shirt, but he can't bring himself to remove his hand from your warm skin and the shame of taking advantage of you disappears when he notices how you rest your head on his shoulder and your breath regularly hits his neck. 

It doesn't seem to bother you and you even enjoy it, feeling so safe in his arms that you even close your eyes and slowly doze off.

Unfortunately, this peace doesn't last long as a jolt goes through the car and Rick yells, "Go, go, go!"

You tear your eyes open and see a huge horde of walkers blocking your way. 

Glenn has run over a few, but not nearly enough to keep you safe, and when suddenly a light shoots into the air in the middle of the forest, everything happens very quickly.

Aaron, who had been sitting in the back seat a few seconds ago, was gone. 

Rick, who immediately wanted to be in control of the situation, pushes open the door and pushes himself out of the car with you. 

You stumble to a halt and he grabs your hand. 

He clasps it tightly and with Michonne and Glenn in tow, he pulls you into the woods. As you run, he hisses, "Stay with me. I want you to hold my hand the whole time and don't you dare let go of me, understand?"

Completely disoriented, you nod and let him drag you deeper into the forest. 

Because he, being right-handed, clutches your right hand with his left, you can't reach for the knife and trust that Rick knows what he's doing and won't kill you that way after all.

Behind you and Rick, Glenn and Michonne are running, and you flinch when you hear Rick shoot and turn to face forward again. Everywhere you look there are walkers and you tug on Rick's hand, "Let go of me. I want my knife."

Reluctantly, he lets go of you and looks down at you. 

His hair is falling in his face and as inappropriate as it may be at the moment, you have to remember that you really need to give him a haircut, Rick says harshly, "Stay near me. Please."

You quickly look around, but the walkers are still some distance away, so you stand on your tiptoes and kiss him briefly on the cheek, "I promise."

The moment you put distance between you again, there is a strange vibe between you. 

You get the feeling he's about to say something else, but anxiously you interrupt him on whatever else he was about to say, "Shit, where are Glenn and Michonne?"

Rick jerks his head around and shoots the nearest walker, "Keep going."

Over and over you call out for Glenn and Michonne, but you can't find them and with all the walkers around you and to top it off you run out of ammo and Rick fires the signal pistol he took from Aaron earlier as a last resort.

The forest around you glows a deep red as a result and if it wasn't such a horrible situation you would find the light really beautiful, but this last shot makes your situation that much more hopeless.

Panic rises in you as out of nowhere Aaron appears behind you, "Come with me."

Immediately Rick stands in front of you and tries to shield you from him, which he comments impatiently, "If you want, put my shackles back on, Rick. But then do it quickly."

Rudely, you shove Rick in Aaron's direction, "Just go, Rick. You know he doesn't need them."

Reluctantly, he lets you push him forward, and you fight your way through the woods with Aaron until you come to what used to be a residential area. 

Skeptically, you slow your pace until you can make out Daryl some distance away.

You can hardly believe that everyone is waiting for you inside safe and sound, and you don't hold back on the hugs either.

You fall around each one's neck and even with Aaron you don't hold back, murmuring softly in his arms, "Thank you."

Gently, he strokes your back and asks you softly, "You didn't tell Rick I had a boyfriend did you?"

Confused, you back away from him, "No? Why would I? There are plenty of people in relationships."

Laughing, he shakes his head, "Because he looks like he's about to rip my head off."

You let go of Aaron completely now and spin around to see what Aaron can see over your shoulder. 

Rick is standing with Daryl and Carol and they're both talking to him, but his blue eyes are on you. 

When you catch him doing it, though, he quickly turns away and Aaron calls out behind you, "Rick? I want you to meet my boyfriend."

Your eyes dart to Aaron and then you close your eyes with a sigh. 

The evening has clearly been too long and you don't have the strength left to even deal with another announcement, but you shuffle past Rick and mumble indistinctly, "I'm going to sleep."

Before you're out of his reach, he reaches for your hand, "Are you okay?"

At first glance, Rick always acts like he's bursting with strength and could do anything and everything in the blink of an eye, but now after the fiasco on the road and the long time without a real home, you can tell how exhausted he is. The wrinkles in his face are getting deeper and the fact that he looks like a man who has never heard of haircutting unfortunately only makes it more obvious how much it is tearing at him. 

Plus, you have to admit that he's no longer in his early 20s and certainly didn't envision his life with a group of humans and a horde of walkers breathing down his neck. But then, who has?

You look to Aaron and say, "Is it okay if we all meet in the morning? I want our fearless leader to get some sleep and unfortunately, I have a feeling he won't sleep at all unless I personally take over this task and force him to get some rest."

You know Rick is going to disagree with you, so you squeeze his hand as hard as you can: "Say anything other than 'yes' and I'll put you over my knee."

Aaron chokes on his own laughter and the glint in Rick's eyes, makes you sway slightly. 

You tell yourself you're tired and imagining it, but he looks at you like he's about to throw himself at you. 

Dangerously slow, he releases his hand from yours and clasps your wrist, "Yes ma'am, but are you sure I shouldn't put you over my knee?" His voice is rough and sleepy.

Normally he would hold back the words or regret them after the fact, but he can barely keep his eyes open and his mouth is faster than his head because of it. 

He's also aware that you absolutely didn't mean it sexually and were really just trying to help him, but it was an easy template for him and seeing your pupils get huge and your breasts press against the fabric of your shirt as you take a deep breath was clearly worth it.

He'd probably kick his ass for it tomorrow, but he leans over and murmurs softly in your ear, "Shall I?"

A jolt goes through your body and he resists the urge to pull you closer to him.

You can't believe what he's said. 

It's common for you to be close, but hearing something so overtly sexual from him is new. 

So unbelievably new that you can't bring anything past your lips. 

At this moment it wouldn't even have to be something clever and a simple sentence would suffice, but you just stare at him.

The room suddenly seems much too small and Rick much too big.

Rick's thoughts wander into areas that are completely inappropriate in the current situation and when he notices how his pants are getting tighter, he takes a step back and clears his throat: "We'll di everything out tomorrow. I really should go lie down."

Because you're still frozen, he puts his hands on your shoulders and pushes you into an adjacent room, "Daryl said there's a couch here. You can sleep there."

He takes it upon himself to pretend the conversation about your ass doing wonderfully under his palm never happened and pushes you further toward the couch, "Get some rest."

Your gaze slides around the sparsely furnished room and you quickly realize that there is only this one narrow couch, "Let me guess: I'm supposed to sleep on the couch and you're going to lie down on the floor next to me, right?"

The stiffness breaks away from you as you walk toward the couch and look back over your shoulder at him, "That was your plan, right?"

He stands in the doorway with his arms crossed and you can't help but stare at how well he fills the spot with his broad shoulders, "Right."

Blinking, you shake your head to get your thoughts in order: "No way. We always sleep next to each other anyway, so we might as well squeeze onto the couch."

You groan in satisfaction as you drop down onto the couch and see Rick wince. 

Things have been very intimate between you for months now, and he didn't think he'd hit the ceiling like that right away at your soft moans. 

His cock in his pants becomes wide awake and he just can't imagine sleeping on the couch pressed so close to you. 

Sleeping with you on the floor is fine, because he can avoid you well when you once again press your butt against his crotch in the middle of the night. But on this narrow thing you'd have to practically lie on top of him and it would be almost impossible not to get a boner.

So he shakes his head, "That's okay."

He watches you kick your shoes off your feet and kneel on the couch. 

As you do so, you bend over a bit and, without thinking, squeeze your breasts together with your arms, which Rick doesn't miss. Standing stiffly, he forces himself to look you in the face as you pout, "Oh come on. I'm certainly not going to let you sleep on the floor, and I won't leave you alone until you're lying with me."

Rick sends a shove prayer to the heavens, hoping you don't see how tight his pants have gotten.

He's been in the most hopeless situations, and yet he could swear that nothing has ever felt as dangerous as lying down next to you right now and not moaning as you lay your upper body on top of him, your soft breasts pressing against his chest.

He stares at the ceiling above you, yet a 'holy shit' slips from his lips as you slide one leg over his and get dangerously close to his balls.

You've always liked sleeping with Rick, and even now being close to him makes you happier than the soft couch you're lying on for once.

Your head rests on his shoulder and you murmur sleepily, "Good night."

The only thought Rick has, however, is 'I think my balls are falling off.'

It seems like a miracle that he was able to fall asleep next to you, even though you kept pushing on top of him in your sleep, and even the morning after was soaked in preparations and plans.

… 

The whole trip has ended up being so elaborate that you're jittery with excitement when you finally arrive at the gates of Alexandria.

As soon as the car comes to a stop, you get out and look up at the walls surrounding this community.

Aaron didn't promise too much when he said that nothing could enter without their consent.

It is tremendous and for a long time you have not had this level of hope in your heart.

Aaron leads you inside the community and you don't even have to turn around to know Rick is following you like a shadow.

Your gaze travels over the people gathered around you at a wide distance and your eyes linger on a handsome blond man who is looking at you with open interest. 

He looks so clean that you notice the blush rising in your cheeks from embarrassment at how run-down you must look.

With your group, you didn't care because you all look worse than the next, but his golden hair, which looks like liquid gold in the light, only makes you more aware of how your hair must look and yet you can't take your eyes off him.

It's unusual these days to see such pure beauty. 

Not that you don't think other men are beautiful, but it's usually a rugged beauty, like Daryl and Rick's, and not as dazzling.

You don't even realize how long you've been staring at the young man as he slides his gaze over you and wince when Rick grabs you unaccustomedly hard by the upper arm and turns you away from the man, "I want you to go first." His voice is rough and unusually low, causing your eyebrows to go up, "Why me?"

He hisses, "Because I'm telling you to." 

Normally Rick never talks to you like this and you notice yourself getting snappier at his tone as well, "And I'd like to know what I'm supposed to say at the big interview anyway, if you'd be so gracious as to tell me."

Rick turns you so that he's shielding you from the audience with his body and rules you again, "The woman in charge here just wants to know what we used to do and how we met. So tell her about your studies and that's it."

You can no longer hold back your laughter, "My studies? Are you kidding me. You know perfectly well that I was only in college for one semester before I ended up with you. I worked as a stripper for years to be able to afford my studies and because of that shit it wasn't even worth it. The only thing I can contribute to convince the woman is a lap dance and an offer to set up a stripper pole here so I can entertain the people here, Rick."

You don't even flinch as his eyes darken and he pulls you close to hiss in your ear, "Don't you dare give even one person in this goddamn world a lap dance."

You try to pull away from him, but he won't let go, so you grit your teeth, "Or what?"

His body shakes with tension and you don't understand why he's so upset about it, when you did it for years before and now you don't even really mean it. So you force yourself to stay calm and ask something you've been wondering for a long time, "How come you never asked me?"

The question catches him completely off guard, "What?"

You tilt your head slightly and don't take your eyes off him, "I told you right at the beginning what my job was and you never asked me for a lap dance. Not that I think you're that cock-addled, but I wouldn't have held it against you. So why didn't you ever do it?"

To be honest, not once has he had to think about what it would be like if you did that for him, but then once the thought has wandered on, to the other men you've danced for money, he'd love to chop his dick off. 

Silently, he looks down at you and you sigh softly, "If you're not going to answer me, at least let me go so I can talk to Deanna."

You don't have the strength or much desire to deal with Rick's moods any further and pull your arm out of his grip.

You only get two steps before he calls after you, "Do you want me to ask you?"

Sluggishly, you shake your head. The problem with Rick is that he knows exactly what he wants in every way, only when it has to do with you, it seems like he's always just vacillating back and forth without committing. 

Also, the fact that he asks you if he should have asked you just gives you an unnecessary headache, and you say quietly enough so that only he can hear, "Do it or don't. You can do whatever you want. You can do whatever you want, but please remember one thing: make up your mind, because someday it will be too late. I can promise you that."

Rick is incredibly important to you, but at some point, this insecurity with him just isn't enough for you. 

You never know what he's serious about and if some things just slip out because he doesn't think about it.

Slowly, you walk to the house you've all been pointed to, feeling Rick's gaze at your back with every step.

It's not until you enter the house that you can take a breath and are actually happy to be talking to a new person.

During the whole conversation you have the feeling that the people here seem to be okay and when you are allowed to leave the house, the blond man you were staring at so shamelessly before is waiting on the porch.

Jerking to a halt, you just stare at him as his full lips part, "Hey, I'm Ron. I was wondering if you wanted me to show you around? You're here with a larger group, but I was hoping you might still like to look around with a local" he winks at you.

You look over his shoulder where you can see Rick practically stabbing him with his eyes and then you look back into Ron's warm brown eyes, "Yeah, I'd love to."

You try not to think about how awful you must smell, and about how you look, it's best not to even get started.

But he doesn't complain and is so incredibly nice to you that you quickly warm up and you're not just talking about Alexandria. 

You learn that he studied law and was housed here in Alexandria from the beginning when all hell broke loose. 

You find it hard to believe that he's barely left the protected walls, and you're about to ask if he's even killed a walker before he points to a pretty house: "That's where Deanna put you and your friends up."

Incredulous, you look at him, "A whole house?"

Your face makes him chuckle softly, "You'll be assigned more, but for the first night you'll have to share it. The others are still being fixed up for you."

His gaze is on you as you look up at the house and he says softly, "You're beautiful."

Smiling, you lower your gaze and look down at your feet. 

Every once in a while Rick has told you that you're beautiful, but otherwise it's been forever and you don't quite know what to answer than you say simply, "Thank you."

Quietly, Ron clears his throat, "Is the big bearded guy who looks so gloomy your boyfriend?"

You can no longer contain yourself and have to hold your stomach in laughter, "Bearded? Gloomy? Oh my God...you mean Rick..."

Usually Rick doesn't wear his beard this long, but there wasn't much shaving going on in the woods, so that's what he looks like, and you can't stop laughing as you think about what Rick must look like to new eyes. 

Compared to that, you probably look like you just flew in from a modeling job.

Giggling, you grab his arm and squeeze lightly, "Rick? No, he's not my boyfriend." 

As you say this, you realize that this is the first time you've really said it clearly and not titled it with an 'it's complicated'.

As you stand laughing with Ron in front of the house, Rick stands in the shower with his head leaning against the cold tiles. 

He has no idea how, in the space of a few hours, he managed to get himself into such a mess that you took off with the blonde toddler.

He groans in frustration and can't help but think of how you lovingly pulled the leaf out of his beard in the barn and pressed up against him that night. 

He thinks of how you laugh softly when he stumbles and how your eyes light up whenever you look up at him.

He lets out a "fuck" and bangs the flat of his hand against the tiles.

Your face pops up in his mind the whole time and he can't get rid of it. 

His breathing becomes erratic and he releases his hand from the tiles to reach for his cock. In gentle movements he runs over its length, thinking of how your small hand would feel on his body. 

How you would look at him full of innocence and stand on your tiptoes to breathe into his ear how much you love him.

A jolt goes through his body and he moans your name softly.

His whole body is tense and in steady movements he brings himself moaning to climax and still it's not enough for him.

In the meantime you have arranged to meet Ron tomorrow and go into the house where the others have already gathered.

Most of them are freshly showered and you go in search of the bathroom. 

You're about to turn the corner when you collide with a half-naked Rick. 

Before you can land on your butt though, because the guy is like a wall, he holds you by the shoulders and saves you from kissing the floor.

He looks at you like you're an apparition and you don't know that just a few minutes ago he was moaning your name as he came twitching in his own hand.

Silently you want to push past him, but he grabs your hand, "You were out with the toddler."

You want to pull away from him, but his grip is too strong, "None of your business."

There's a brief silence in which you just stare at each other before Rick whispers hoarsely, "Deanna told me that some have never really been behind that wall, and I bet you your lover never has either."

Quietly, you hiss, "Even if he wasn’t. What difference does it make?"

He straightens up to his full height and slides his hand from your arm to your hand, "Do you really want to start something with such a guy?"

You allow him to slide his fingers between yours, "Jesus Rick. I've known him for 3 hours and even if I did, you couldn't care less. What the hell is wrong with you?"

With a flourish, you pull your hand away from him and he grits his teeth, "I just don't like it."

Desperately, you throw your arms in the air, "So what?! Why do you care so much?"

Again, silence falls between you. Exasperated, you dig your finger into his chest, "Get your shit together, Rick."

With those words, you storm off, slamming the door behind you. 

Breathing heavily, you lean your back against the wooden door and take a shaky breath. 

The fact that he's acting out like this causes a strange mixture of excitement and anger to flare up, and you let yourself slide to the floor by the door.

Angry at you and himself, Rick stomps to the door and growls, "You better not lay anywhere near me tonight. You might as well run off to your lover."

It's completely irrational of him, but his jealousy boils over and he hears you yell from the other side of the door, "Like I'd even think about laying down next to an asshole and I'm telling you, don't you touch me one more time."

The whole house must hear it as Rick stomps to the stairs and hisses loud enough for everyone to hear, "Before I'd chop off my hands."

You're both lying and you know it, but neither of you would give in, which is why you spend the night at the other end of the room and disappear from the house early in the morning before everyone else to meet up with Ron.

…

Ron is passionate about botany and has led you to a flower bed to show you the plants and explain their properties, that's when you hear Rick's deep voice coming closer and closer some distance away.

You try to focus on Ron, but you just can't ignore Rick's broad southern accent, and when he suddenly stops, you know he's spotted you. 

You don't dare turn around as you hear him approach again and his deep voice thunders over your head, "Flowers?"

Immediately Ron straightens up and smiles openly at Rick, "Yes, aren't they beautiful?"

You close your eyes, knowing full well that Rick will ridicule it and Ron is such a pure soul that he won't even notice what Rick is doing, so you interject as a precaution, "Yes, they're beautiful."

Ron smiles even wider at you, "So are you."

When Rick saw you with the idiot, he already thought he was going to puke, but after those words, he just sees red, "Keep your hands off her."

Surprised, Ron looks at him, "Please what?"

Quicker than expected, you turn to him and hiss, seething with anger, "You shut your mouth."

He just can't stand to see you with the toddler and points his head toward the house, "Can we talk?"

Immediately you shake your head, "What for?"

Rick looks you firmly in the eye, "Please?"

In that moment, it's like it always used to be and you nod slowly, "You have 10 minutes."

Rick walks back to your house and you turn to Ron and say, "Sorry. I have to go sort something out with him for a minute."

Rather reluctantly, you follow Rick inside and stop in the middle of the empty kitchen, "What do you want to tell me?"

Only now do you see that Rick has cut his beard shorter and he looks as hot as ever again. He seems to be thinking about what he wants to say to you and you start to get impatient, "Either there's something coming now or I'm leaving because you can't stand me near you."

Quickly he reaches for your hand and you hiss, "Don't touch me."

Instead of letting go of you, he pulls you to him with all his might and says softly, "I don't like it when you talk to the flower guy."

Oh my god. 

He's going to freak you out. 

In disbelief, you snort, "Holy shit, Rick. Why don't you just let me do what I want? You can't tell me who to like and who not to like. This has nothing to do with you."

He takes a deep breath, "I just don't want it. Can't you just do what I ask you to do?"

You can't believe what he's saying and slap his chest hard with your free hand, "Are you out of your mind?! I couldn't care less whether you like it or not. Especially not with this more than shitty reasoning. You have absolutely no idea what you want in life, Rick. One second you're telling me you don't want me around, and the next you're trying to - what, actually? Protect me? From a young man who loves spending time with me and appreciates it? From a man who is so sweet that you seem like a prehistoric man marking his territory? And for what? If you should not know it: I am NOT your property! You can't push me back and forth as it suits you and you have no right to me at all. Especially not if you don't know how..." and then his fingers are in your mouth.

Surprised, you fall silent and stare at him with huge eyes.

He doesn't know, himself, exactly why he did it, but you wouldn't stop talking and your full lips were so inviting that he just did it.

Actually, the second you stared at him with your eyes wide open, he was expecting you to just bite his fingers, but when you let your tongue slide over his fingers, he gasps in surprise.

Your body shakes with adrenaline and it's like a knee-jerk reaction as you take his fingers deeper into your mouth and moan softly muffled by his fingers.

The situation between you is completely absurd, especially after you actually want to slap him, but you allow Rick to press you against him at the waist and walk you backwards until he can lean against the kitchen counter and you close your eyes, fluttering, as you feel his hardening cock against your belly.

You don't look at him again until he slowly pulls his fingers out of your mouth and you let him have it with a soft 'plop'.

The tension between you is palpable and Rick knows exactly what he wants at this moment. What he's always wanted.

So he leans down to you and presses his lips greedily to yours. 

He's had enough of deliberately choosing not to make the next move with you over and over again, and he'd rather risk you hitting him than lose you without a fight to the idiot with the flowers.

The fact that you don't pull away from him, but pull him even deeper to you at the back of his head, makes his heart beat that much faster and he buries his fingers in the soft skin of your hips.

He's felt your body against his before, but never have you clung to him like you do now, and he already knows he'd never forget it. 

Never could he forget the way your moans sound in his ears and the way your body rubs against his.

You don't care how needy you act as you release your hands from his hair and reach for the buttons of his shirt. 

Gasping for air, you pull away from him and whimper, "I want you."

Rick beautiful blue eyes are dark with desire, "Fuck, yeah."

In one fluid motion, he turns you around and lifts you onto the counter he was leaning against earlier.

Now that he has you pressed against him by your thighs so that your middle is pressed down on his cock, you tremble in his arms and whisper, "That took a long time."

Breathing heavily, Rick takes your chin in his calloused fingers and pulls you close to his lips again, "I'll make it worth your time, baby."

You put your hands back on the buttons of his shirt and undo one button at a time, "You called me that before."

His voice is rough with arousal, "Oh really?"

You press closer to him so your lips graze his, "Yes. In the barn you called me baby too. I thought it was a joke."

His hands slide down your thighs and his thumbs brush over your insides in such a way that you have to force yourself to focus on his words, "I didn't even realize it."

Smiling, you press your lips to his already swollen lips again and tug at the last buttons. 

The bottom two give way and fly across the kitchen, and you pull his shirt over his shoulders so you can finally feel his bare skin under your fingers.

His muscles tense the closer you get to his waistband, and before you can reach for his belt, he breaks away from your lips and takes the hem of your top in his hands.

Unresisting, you raise your arms and because you hate wearing bras, Rick's gaze immediately settles on what you yourself think are your beautiful breasts, "You're going to kill me."

He immediately lowers his head to cup your nipple with his lips and you have to hold onto his shoulder to keep from toppling backwards. You can't tell he has no idea what he's doing as he takes your other breast in his hand and keeps pinching the tip as he gently bites down on the other side.

Gasping, you take a breath as Rick murmurs against your skin, "You probably don't even know how many times I've had to think about what it would be like to fuck you."

Heat moves between your legs and you try to rub against him, which isn't so easy as he plays with his breasts, driving you crazy.

He loves to feel your body react to him and he eases off your breasts to kiss your belly, letting his tongue dance across your belly button.

Gently, he places his flat hand on your chest and pushes you down until you're lying flat on the kitchen counter and he can take off your pants, including your panties.

It's not the first time a man has knelt between your legs, but with Rick it's something completely different. 

Never before have you been so physically and emotionally attracted to someone as you are to him.

Sure, Ron is a nice man, but he doesn't even come close to Rick's engaging power and his attraction to you.

Your breathing is erratic and you notice your pussy tighten as his breath meets your wet center, "It's kind of pathetic that you're already this wet for me and I barely had to do anything."

He breathes a kiss on your pussy and you cry out softly, making him chuckle, "But I'm not complaining."

Rick lets his gaze slide over your body, which is sprawled out in front of him, and he knows he's the luckiest man in the world right now. 

His dream girl is letting him take her on a kitchen counter and your twitching pussy is begging for him to finally bury his face between your legs. 

So he slides your legs over his shoulders and follows your silent request by licking once over your wetness from bottom to top. 

As he expected, your whole body rears up and he has to squeeze harder with his free hand to keep you on your back as he presses his nose to your clit and licks you the way he's wanted to do for months.

Moaning, you squirm on the table and gasp, "Rick...oh my God..." 

Blindly you grab his hair and pull on it, making him moan against your pussy and as he shoves his tongue inside you, you think you're going to die of a heart attack.

His beard scratches your thighs and again you try to sit up as he hisses from his kneeling position, "If you move again, I'll stop."

When he talked to you like that when you were arguing, you hated how cocky he sounded, but in this situation it only turns you on more and you gasp, "Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah."

There he is sucking on your clit and you tighten your thighs around your head as you come trembling and moaning on his tongue.

How violently you respond to him is reward enough for him, and he reaches to unzip his pants because it's so tight he can't take it anymore.

He waits until you're lying weak as a doll on the counter only then straightens up, holding your legs on his shoulder, "Didn't you want to go back to Ron?"

He knows full well you wouldn't go in your condition, but the venomous look you give him is worth it, "You're so jealous of him."

Caught, he winces, but tries to cover it up, "Why should I? Whose cock is about to be in your pussy? His or mine?"

To emphasize his question, he tilts his head and presses his cock against your wet entrance, which makes you gasp, but still you bring out, "Because I like him."

Warningly, he pushes forward a bit and with your legs still on his shoulders, you're even tighter than you already are and he growls, "He can be your friend, but you're mine. Your pussy is mine and I swear to you he will never have you."

You try to be angry at his possessiveness, but all you can think about is the tip of his cock pressing against your pussy and you pant softly, "I don't belong to anyone. I told you that before."

Firmly he grips your throat and you tear up as he squeezes. 

Not so tight that he'll cut off your air, but tight enough that you're embarrassed to admit that your pussy is twitching again and he notices, "So? How bad do you want my cock inside you?"

He doesn't want to admit that he probably wants to fuck even more badly than you do, but as he sees you squirm, he's sure he's going to get what he wants.

You try to press your butt against him so that his cock finally slides inside you, but his grip is tight and you close your eyes in defeat, "I'm yours."

Rick exhales deeply, "You always have been."

Slowly he stretches your pussy with his cock and you reach for his hand, gasping for air. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours and feels like drowning as he is completely inside you.

Your grip on his fingers is surprisingly strong and he lets go of your throat to brace himself against the counter

He pulls back a little only to thrust into you again and your body rears back, "Rick...please...harder."

Rick pushes further between your legs and kisses you messily on the lips before fucking you the way he's always wanted to.

Forced to let go of your hand to hold your hips so you don't get pushed higher with each thrust, you place his hands on his cheeks instead to keep him with you and gasp hoarsely, "All I ever wanted was you, Rick. Only you."

You don't care how pathetic you sound at those words or if he's going to rip your heart out, and that's when he says something even more surprising, "I love you."

You press your breasts against his torso and allow him to kiss your neck as he is gasping over and over, "I love you. I love you so much."

You close your eyes and realize how he starts sucking on your neck, hitting the deepest point in your pussy over and over again. 

Unable to do anything but moan his name, you stroke his sweaty back. 

Still preoccupied with your neck he reaches for your hand and runs it over your torso, pressing it to your lower belly with his hand. 

He licks over your pulse to your ear and purrs, "Can you feel how deep I am inside you? How I can ruin you?"

His cock feels so good that you keep tightening around him, whimpering softly, "I'm about to cum...Rick...I can't hold it back...please..."

With a kiss, he muffles your pitiful sounds and breathes, "It's okay, baby."

That's all you need to melt trembling beneath him, clinging to him like he's all you need.

Your pussy clamps down so hard, around his cock, that he growls, "Fuck, I need to pull out."

Panicked, you cling to his face, "No. Please don't."

A wave of arousal slips into his cock at the thought of coming inside you, but he gasps again, "You sure?"

Hectically, you nod, "Yes. Cum inside me."

Groaning, he pushes himself deeper inside you again and you feel his whole body start to shake and his cock twitch inside you.

The primitive thought of marking you like this drives him further and further, and he fucks his way through his climax before collapsing on top of you, gasping for air, and burying you underneath him.

Your sweaty bodies cling to each other and Rick struggles to push himself up so he doesn't crush you, reaching out his hand to help you up.

You watch him pull his pants over his narrow hips, but leaves them open and bends over for your clothes. 

The muscles under his shiny skin move in a mesmerizing way, and as he straightens back up, you say softly, "I love you, too."

Surprised, he raises his eyebrows and you chuckle softly, "Don't act so surprised. Of course I love you. I've loved you for as long as I can remember."

The surprise drains from his face and is replaced by a grin, "Then we're not fighting anymore?"

I roll my eyes playfully, "Just because I love you doesn't mean I can't be mad at you. But right now, it's all good."

Rick bites his lower lip, "I hope you don't hit me for this, but you forgot something."

Skeptically I look at him, "And what would that be?"

Gently, he kisses you on the lips and then says softly, "I must have been fucking you for longer than 10 minutes."

Irritated, I ask, "Could be. Do you want me to praise you for that now? Please don't tell me you're one of those guys who expects a reward for lasting longer than thirty seconds."

Laughing, he shakes his head, "No, baby. Your flower boy is just outside safely waiting for you."

And that's when you think of it again. 

You just left him outside and then just forgot about him. 

Quickly you jump off the counter and snatch your clothes from Rick's hand, "Oh fuck."

As you get dressed, Rick leans against the kitchen counter with his shirt off and his pants still open and crosses his arms in front of his chest, "And I'm supposed to be jealous of that guy? All I had to do was stick my fingers in your mouth and you forgot he existed."

You raise a finger and wave it left and right, "It was totally inappropriate to do that."

He watches you pull your top over your head, "And you thought it was hot."

"Oh gosh," you moan, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, "I'll see you later."

Smiling, you walk to the door and he calls out, "I love you."

Quickly you turn to him again and throw him a kissing hand before disappearing to the door, "I love you too Rick."

@hail-yourselves @bean-is-reading @chanlvr2 @criminalwalkingsupernatural @sunshinevirus @toxic-ink @kingtwhiddleston @bloodycherry22 @vane28282 @bamslover @acciocarlgrimes

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[cupidjyu]

befriend the kitty

juyeon x reader + request by @i95wvo (thank u for requesting :D)

genre: getting together, strangers to friends to lovers, bad boy x good reader trope, tutoring, kissing, fffluff??? gender neutral reader (pretty is used) notes: actually this is like my first time writing a story where the relationship isn't already established TT so i hope its good. also i did make them hangout a few more times before actually getting together since i felt it awkward that they move so fast LMAO and also juyeon is just too nice to be mean i love him word count: 2.3k

“juyeon’s so annoying,” your friend complained as she sat beside you, moving your books aside despite your protests. you had a test next class and you knew that if you didn’t study now, you wouldn’t get the grade you wanted. 

you took your notebook back and flipped to the page you were just reviewing, ignoring your friend’s words.

“did you not hear me?”

“hear what?” you looked up with a bored expression.

“juyeon’s annoying.”

you glanced up and back to the corner of the classroom where he was currently listening to music through his earphones, dozing off with his head in his hand.

you eyed her weirdly, “ why?”

“well he looks peaceful now, but just earlier, i tried to work with him on a project and he was so quiet and looked like he was glaring at me the entire time…”

you turned back, he was looking at you now. you held your breath and quickly turned back around.

“i don’t know,” you mumbled. “maybe that’s just how his eyes are. can you let me study now?”

your friend once again ignored your request.

“do you really think he’s a nice person?” she bit back. “isn’t he the resident bad boy of this school?”

you internally cringed at the nickname.

“uh…”

“y/n.”

“i mean personally, he’s not all that bad.”

“what?” she stared in disbelief.

 -

you knew about juyeon. the thing that you didn’t know was why he constantly put up a tough front when in reality he’s really just a nice person.

it had happened last week. when you were strolling through the library, trying to find that one book that would help in your research project. as you turned the aisle, you ran into juyeon. that tall guy with dark hair seemingly loomed over everyone with a scary aura. you ran straight into him.

“oh,” you breathed out. "sorry."

“y/n?” he spoke.

“hm?” you weren’t surprised that he knew your name despite never talking. you had practically all your classes with him.

“can you do me a favor?”

you blinked. that was new.

“yes?” you said, almost sounding like you were questioning him instead. he pulled up his phone and showed a picture. it was a picture of a book.

“i need help finding this book to borrow,” he spoke in his usual deep voice.

you almost let out a laugh at the book itself. “How to Befriend a Kitty: A Guide” was what it read on the screen.

it seems he must’ve heard your chuckle because he furrowed his eyebrows in slight confusion.

“what’s so funny?”

“first, you can’t befriend a kitty? second, can’t you just search it up?” you laughed.

you could see his cheeks redden slightly. “no, for some reason my cat really hates me,” he explained sheepishly. “and i’ve tried everything, so i thought a traditional book would help…”

“hm, well…” and then you led him throughout the whole library, walking through the various aisles until finally, you found the book. you handed it to him with a smile.

“thank you,” he said. you could spot the smallest smile on his lips.

“no problem.”

it was silent.

“can i get your number?”

your mouth dropped open and your eyes widened.

“m-me?” you stammered out.

“yes, you,” he said bluntly.

you slowly nodded as you handed him your phone. after exchanging numbers, juyeon stated that he had to go. he gave a small wave before walking the other way. you stood there, rooted to the spot as he disappeared. he wasn’t bad at all.

-

juyeon watched the back of your head as you hunched over your books, seeming to be cramming for a test. he could make out the slope of your nose and the way the window glowed against your skin.

he sighed, his eyes softening, a sort-of romantic ballad playing in his ears.

juyeon always liked you, ever since he had laid eyes on you. he’s just never had the courage to ask you out or even approach you until he ran into you at the library.

his eyes shifted down to where his recent mathematics test paper was sitting on the desk. there was the number 50 written on it in bright red pen. or was it a 20? he never was skilled at math anyways. 

he glanced at you again and you were looking back at him too. he could feel his cheeks start to warm as he hurriedly looked away.

and that was when he had the most amazing idea ever.

-

you stared down at the phone. you had just finished a conversation with juyeon and now there was an address on the screen that he had texted you.

you tilted your head slightly as the conversation replayed in your head.

“y/n," you jumped when you heard his deep voice behind you. school had just ended and you were packing up your things to leave.

“juyeon,” you replied quietly. "do you need something?"

“yes.”

he stared with expectant eyes as if to wait for your answer. you giggled.

"what is it then?"

he took a deep breath before spilling it all out, “i need a tutor for math because i failed the test and you seem really good at math so i was wondering if you could come over to my house and teach me some things-”

firstly, it was funny how he had rushed everything into one sentence with a higher-pitched voice as if he was really nervous. second, he wanted you to tutor him?

“uh- juyeon wait- calm down," you stood up and thought for a second. he seemed nice enough and he just wanted a good grade so... "sure, i’ll go but what exactly was your test grade? and why me?”

“a twenty or a fifty. and you seem like the right person,” his voice was back to its monotone deep voice.

“you can’t even read numbers?”

“no- it’s just that the teacher’s handwriting is horrendous. it’s like a doctor’s.”

you laughed. and you stopped. you laughed at juyeon’s joke. you never even knew that juyeon could make jokes.

“when are you free?”

-

and so there you were, standing right at his doorway the next day. you took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell, swaying side to side as you nervously waited for what felt like hours.

until finally, the door swung open, and there he was with a small but visible smile on his face. your eyes widened slightly. you just realized that you’ve never seen juyeon outside of school which meant that you’ve never seen him without the school uniform on. not like he ever wore it properly anyway.

you were wearing a casual outfit. not too lazy, not too special. juyeon’s was casual too, except he looked good in it. it was a simple black t-shirt, yet it fit him incredibly well with his tall height and broad shoulders. you gulped, gripping the math textbook in your hands.

“y/n?”

“yes?”

“i was asking if you wanted anything to drink,” he said as he stepped aside so that you could enter his home. 

“oh!” you shook your head. “no, i’m fine.”

he shrugged as he led you down to where his room was located.

“we can study here,” he calmly spoke. you nodded as you entered and sat down at the desk where there were two chairs located. you were just about to beckon him over when you noticed something small.

a hello kitty plushie propped up on a nearby shelf.

“hey…” your eyes widened. “is that-”

“what?” he hurriedly rushed over and shoved it down in a dark corner of the room. “it was nothing.”

you stared, your mouth wide open in shock. he stared back, his eyes narrowing as if trying to hypnotize you that you saw nothing.

and then you burst out laughing, unable to contain it anymore.

“so, you’re really different than what others think, huh…” you patted the seat next to you and he slowly went to sit almost timidly. “hello kitty, huh?”

“look, it was a gift from my aunt okay?”

“sure,” you laughed. “whatever you say.”

juyeon reached down and pulled out his notebook and a pencil with an embarrassed sigh. 

“and there goes my intimidating act that i keep up in school,” he grumbled, eyeing you.

you smiled.

“there’s no need for it though? why keep it up?”

“people piss me off,” he explained, taking your textbook and flipping to one of the pages. “is it so bad to just want to ignore their annoying, chatty selves?”

you paused. then, you feigned fake hurt across your expression. “so am i annoying to you as well?”

he sputtered, his cheeks turning red, “n-no! not you. you’re very…”

and it looked like he was about to say something but instead, he slammed his pencil down.

“let’s start?” he said hurriedly.

-

juyeon surprisingly (not so surprisingly judging by his sweet personality) was good at studying. he certainly wasn’t good at math, but that’s why you were there. you helped him through every step of the problem until he understood it. everytime he would get the answer right on his own, he would secretly smile to himself proudly. you thought it was endearing.

“y/n.”

you looked up from putting on your jacket since you were about to leave.

“hm?”

juyeon thought for a moment, his hair falling over his eyes. he bit his lip nervously as he fidgeted with his hands.

“do you want to… to go get ice cream after school tomorrow?”

-

“so,” your friend nudged your shoulder as she sat next to you on your bed. “you and the certified bad boy huh?”

“please stop calling him that.”

“you didn’t answer the question!”

you sighed, your cheeks starting to feel warm when you recalled the earlier events of that day. he paid for your ice cream, giggled (giggled!) when you left some vanilla on your lips, and even walked you home while chatting about whatever you wanted. who knew that juyeon had such a sweet side to him? he was confusing you and he made your heartbeat somehow beat faster.

“so what? we’re just new friends that’s all. and i tutor him,” you explained.

“and…?”

“nothing else!”

she giggled, slyly, toying with her hair. “but judging by the way he looks at you…”

you paused and abruptly turned your head to her. 

“what?” you exclaimed.

“nothing, nothing.”

- 

this was now your fifth tutoring session with juyeon. the two of you grew closer and closer, even exchanging smiles in the halls. for some reason though, people haven't noticed your guys’ newfound friendship and still avoided juyeon. but maybe, that’s just his whole intention.

all the tutoring sessions were about math, until this one. this time, he said it was english.

you plopped down next to him on the small couch he had in his room.

“now, it’s english?”

he silently nodded.

“what’s your test score?”

he went to one of the desk drawers and pulled out the paper. right there, on the corner of it was a large 100 and a well done!

you stared blankly at it. then, back up to him. he was smiling shyly.

“juyeon-” you slapped your hand over your own face in disbelief. “why would you ever need me to tutor you on this?”

he pouted cutely, despite his all-black attire. 

“i wanted to spend time with you.”

and that hit your heart like a sharp arrow. your cheeks immediately began to flush as you quickly looked away. this was not what you had expected.

“wh-whatever. you could’ve asked to get ice cream again or something,” you rambled, your heart was beating fast this time.

“but,” he stated clearly and bluntly. “i wanted to give you this.”

and then he reached under the couch and pulled out a bouquet of flowers. it was beautiful, multiple colors and different flowers scattered around. you gasped immediately at the sight of it.

“wh-what is this?” you took it in your hands gently. you could see his hands trembling nervously. "this is for me?"

“well i wanted to confess to you eventually…” he mumbled.

“confess?” you questioned, your eyes widening. 

“y/n, i really like you," he stated, placing a hand on his chest sincerely.

and you almost fainted right then and there.

“huh?”

“i’ve liked you ever since i laid eyes on you,” his eyes were sparkling and his cheeks were tinted pink as well. “and i enjoy my time with you and you make me, this guy who wears all black all the time, feel all fluttery and pink on the inside.”

you stared in utter disbelief. your jaw dropped as you clutched the flowers in your hand. and then you smiled widely, giggling.

“that’s crazy,” you whispered shifting closer. “i seem to like you too, juyeon.”

“really?” his eyes were wide in hope.

“yeah,” you pinched his cheek. “you’re actually really cute despite the whole bad boy thing you’ve got going on. plus, you are really, really, attractive. even when you smile and-”

and your words were interrupted by his lips on yours. you dropped the bouquet to the floor in shock as he brought you closer with his large hands. you gasped but still, melted into the kiss your heart thumping wildly.

when he pulled away he smiled widely.

“i’ve wanted to do that for the longest time.”

“really?” you asked, breathless.

“you’re just so … pretty.”

you were frozen. your cheeks certainly were red now. and then you leaned closer and kissed him again. and again. and again.

and he reciprocated, even bringing you into a warm hug.

meow.

you both jolted away from each other. when you looked down, there was a kitty. juyeon’s kitty, staring up at you both with angry eyes.

“you still didn’t befriend this cutie?”

“i’m working on it...”

#the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #juyeon fluff #juyeon x reader #fics 💞 #requests 💞

[acourtofthought]

I’ve always been so sure of Elucien, they just make sense in my head, but this new interview got in my head. Do u think it is probable that after changing the Nesta+Lucien idea, Sarah changed the Elain+Lucien too?

Cause I feel like in ACOWAR she definitely intended to put them together, there WAS a buildup and tension between them, but after that book? Nothing. And now she says:

It’s like holding two dolls and being like, now kiss! And they won’t. … And then sometimes a different character will walk in and they will just… It feels like magic in a way where, as much as I tried to plot out things years in advance, I let my characters guide a story”

And

That’s something I find to be very interesting,” she replies. “What if the forces that be put you with the wrong person? Or what if you just decide, eh, I’m not interested. … There’s a lot to explore within the concept of mates and your agency about it.

And I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little bit sad and worried cause I don’t feel I can get on board with the Elriel romance if she goes in that direction :(

I don't think she changed the idea of Elain and Lucien because all SJM has done since she's mated them is build up their compatibility to an undeniable degree, kept Lucien loyal and respectful to Elain, and continue hammering home the idea that as much as Elain is trying to fit in with the Night Court, she doesn't quite fit in like her sisters.

I also don't think SJM has a habit of changing a characters love interest that often.

Yes, she thought Dorian and Aelin would originally end up together.

She thought Nesta and Lucien would originally end up together.

But I've never heard her say, "I thought she'd be with him until I realized she'd be with that other guy until I realized, no, it's actually Bachelor #3!!!"

So far as I can tell, it's usually her having a fuzzy idea about one pairing only to have them fall apart for their endgame and that's the one that sticks.

She felt confident enough in Elain and Lucien that she spoke of them vacationing together and it was only after she was signed on for the spin-offs that she suddenly went quiet about their mating bond. It doesn't mean she changed her mind, only that she knew she was now going to need to create a story where they remained at odds until it was time for their book and a way to keep the readers guessing.

"It's like holding two dolls and being like, now kiss! And they won't".

That actually makes me cackle because all I can see her the almost kiss with Elain and Az.

Elain and Lucien have not come within touching distance for a while and I think that's because SJM knows their dolls aren't leaving with their clothes on once they do.

And yes, SJM is valid in talking about mating bonds and agency because we've all seen it and I'm sure she's aware, there are a lot of critics of the trope who feel that it does take away agency.

I have read books where the second the FJM meets her mate, she's done for, there's no turning back and he's the one for her.

I think SJM likes to flip that on it's head a bit and has the character say, "but is this what I want?"

All she's doing is proving that even with mating bonds there is agency but the only way she can demonstrate that is to have the characters experiment outside their bonds to be sure.

And while those are the questions she asks herself, she even tells us that she may not explore a rejected bond. When bonds equal the pinnacle of happiness for her characters, why would she take away from them so they end up with something less than?

Then only way a rejected bond seems like it would be for the best is if a character ended up with a bond with the opposite sex she the preferred their own.

#pro elucien #elucien #anti e/riel

[actuallyitsstar]

CHARACTER ASK GAME

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell + 21, 24 and 25?

✨ send me a number and a character! ✨

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

i actually already answered this question here, so i will give an honorary mention for this ask, in addition: i am a big fan of the whole tgm-mav-lowkey-being-the-daggers'-friends'-cool-dad trope. like. the idea that they get to know him after the mission and he's obviously taken a genuine interest in all of them and their wellbeing so they all just...stay in touch. the idea that the call and check up on him when they know rooster is deployed, that they start to leave a few extra things at mav's place because he usually hosts their squad movie nights and it's just easier to crash there sometimes, that they realize he doesn't have many people to spend the holidays with now outside of obviously bradley, and they all come together and drag him to a surprise christmas party with them before they go on their own leave for their respective family christmases. that's their emotional support old navy captain and if u wanna mess w him u gotta get thru 11 daggers and 1 son first so good luck!!!

that being said, tho, it can go too far i think, if we're not careful. barring a couple specific circumstances (jake and whatever fucked up childhood/non-existent parental relationships he has had comes to mind) the daggers all have families of their own, and entire lives before meeting mav. i don't think he's like. their DAD per se. he's their friends' cooler than expected dad ('your dad is an ace? that's so cool! i wonder if he has any stories to tell us! he once flipped off a mig while inverted? THATS SO COOL') that they can become friends with and look out for too, and i KNOW he'll be looking out for them. if they need anything he's right there, because that is within his nature. but for the most part, they're all adults who have friendships, and not like. Extra Children. if you know what i mean. except for jake idk i think he needs a role model or something but i guess that makes mav a secret third thing to him idk

24. what other character from another fandom reminds you of them?

oof that is tough!! i think that on most levels, mav is very different from the characters in other fandoms that i have imprinted on the most, so i'm not going to be able to do a 1:1 comparison here. but believe it or not the very first character that came to mind for me is ezra standish from the magnificent seven tv series, and it's not an exact match but i'm just going to provide my presentation on the matter (i am specifically comparing tg86 mav with ezra bc i have no one to compare tgm mav with lol):

horrible quality images (yes i did make these gifs but theyre very old so lets not talk about it lol) bc this is an obscure 1990s b-budget tv show shot on vhs probably. but this guy right here is either the second or third youngest member of his found family group (the seven ~lawmen~ a local circuit judge hires to manage an old west territory because it's so dangerous the sheriff and deputy he'd previously appointed ran out on the job). he's very accomplished at what he does, for his age, and has had way too many shitty life experiences and is much too world-weary already. everyone who works with him comes into it with a preconceived notion of how he's going to be. and how could they not? it isn't that the other six guys are short-sighted in assuming, exactly. ezra is direct about who he is and what he stands for, downright in your face about it, actually. you expect him to be kind of an arrogant asshole, and he tells you he's gonna be one. and then, for a while anyway, he kind of is.

loner type, doesn't need anyone, he's going to do everything his way because he knows best, needlessly theatrical about it in the process. they expect him to run out on them during their battle, and he does.... kind of. but he also comes through for them in a critical moment when he's needed most and they least expect him to do it, single-handedly taking out multiple enemies to save their lives. immediately, he adopted into the group, essentially, but ezra doesn't know enough about really having friends to recognize that it's happening until much later. additionally, his entire life and livelihood is overshadowed by his mother (who can be seen sitting in the bg of the larger gif), who is still very much alive, in his case, but whose actions and words define him, whether he wants them to or not. he had a shitty childhood bouncing between a hundred strangers' and distant family members' homes alike and is just overflowing with abandonment issues, and he expects the other six to give up on him at the drop of a hat, but they never do.

25. what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

the very first time i ever saw top gun was before tgm was ever a thing. i remember my favorite character being goose (isnt he always tho <3) and thinking mav was kind of a bland action hero guy with a story arc i did not understand at all or care about. i was like fifteen, tho, and hadn't seen hardly any movies or tv shows at the time because i had a kind of weird sheltered from media sort of childhood, so i don't think i had rly learned HOW to watch and interpret media and characters yet, tbh. when the sequel was coming out i rewatched top gun with my partner in preparation bc my parents were making me watch the new one, and they had never seen it. i was like oh !!! he's smol and traumatized. i bet there's fic about him and that blonde guy. i should look that up later. and then we watched tgm and that was it for me. i was like never mind him and that blonde guy i need to know if hIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS SON TURNS OUT OK......MY HEART..... and that was that lol. my dna has not been the same since <3

#star unasks #daffodilstark #TYSM FOR THE ASK !!! and for giving me a platform to/putting up w me going off about my mega obscure blorbo ezra standish. im love him #hes not a one to one for mav but probably the closest option i could think of if you only talk about the highlights that are similar lol. #asks are so much fun thank u for sending them ily <3<3 #mine #top gun #stars scribbles

[dashielldeveron]

Hi, sorry about the anon but I’m shy. I know you probably get this all the time but I just wanted to gush over your soulmate trope series. I spent my entire weekend binging it and then rereading it all. I can’t get over how talented and subtly funny you are! Your prose is so touching and then you can just flip the moment and dispel some of that tension with a joke that most people could not pull off, it’s artful!!

Bakugo being a little shit and not telling reader his hypothesis, letting her pull her own schemes and letting her suffer! I don’t even like Monoma, I hate Monoma, but you managed to write him in a way that was so charming and endearing that I couldn’t put it down. The paragraph about Shouto hiding all of his true feelings from the world and reader’s determination to draw those out into the open got me in the heart, I just sat and contemplated how this interpretation could be applied to canon Shouto for a while. Aizawa’s desire to be noble to the point he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness and by extension the happiness of his soulmate because he thinks he knows better was just *so* Aizawa to me (not to memtion the incredible sex scene after so much build up between the characters and their dancing around these dynamics they clearly would fall so easily into). Shinso wasn’t even the focus of his chapter for me, I related so heavily to the reader’s insecurity and anxiety and *everything*. It was like you crawled into my mind and fished out all of the things I personally struggle with to put into a reader character.

And Dabi’s chapter? I’ve re-read it three times. It’s so devastating and sweet and sad and hopeful. His physical insecurity, struggling with the things he’s done and wanted to do, not feeling worthy of a soulmate and at the same time not wanting one because he assumes she will paint him into a corner the same way everyone else in his life has. His struggle with intimacy and the hypersexuality he uses to overcompensate. Feeling actually physically ill at what he subjected his soulmate to before they were even destined for each other. And I’ve never even seen seeing through each other’s eyes as a soulmate trope before, to *me* it’s so unorthodox and unique, and you used it so *well*. I’m in awe at your creativity.

And you’ve been going at it for so *long*, I can see your passion and commitment. And your improvement!! Each chapter just gets better and better and better, more depth, more interesting prose, more complex emotions, such beautiful descriptions. If you ever have the desire and time to add more I just know you’ll continue to stun and amaze me in new ways. I hope school is going well for you, I just had to let you know how appreciated your writing is. ❤️

oof that’s a lot to read all at once!! and then again, wow!! it takes me forever to review the canon that i’ve established, so i’m super impressed with your quick read time. and ohhhhhhhhhh it makes my heart siiiiiiiing that you think i can pull off subtle f u n n y...................i try to be so funny all the time, so i'm so glad it's working for you

oh my god bakugou is soooo frustrating; i love him v v much. and i know a lot of people dislike monoma bc he's meant to be Stock School Rival in so many ways, so i'm so gruntled that he was working for you here :) and shouto!!! it's that todoroki Watch Him thing, y'know, and since reader Sees real shouto, she wants him to be seen by everyone :) that's sooooooo cool and flattering that shouto's route made you recontemplate some considerations for canon boy; i also tend to think of him as a little shit, but in a different flavour than bakugou. and goddddddd i think aizawa's route affects me the most bc of aizawa's "noble", stupid sacrifices to be a Good Man; he could have been happy immediately, but it would've been tinged with guilt, and he's suffered enough.

and oh!! it's so interesting that you say that shinsou isn't even the focus of the chapter for you but reader and her insecurities; you're, like, the third or fourth person to say--and that makes me immensely happy. really. bc i was nervous i was making her insecurities Too Specific so that no one would related to them, and with shinsou, i was like, okay, what's could i see as the best possible scenario for someone (me) feeling these anxieties? and shinsou is so willing to give--and it's reciprocal relief for him when, at the end, he doesn't have to too early. i'm hoping that some of it was a comfort to you, even if 1) shinsou not real. there are still good, good people out there who will be enormously kind to you in ways specifically helpful for you.

and ohhhhhh dabi. what a weirdo. idk and am frankly scared of what canon will do to dabi in the end, so i wanted him to be more than okay, but realistic. when you have a mental breakdown, it's realistic you end up living with your parents. you go back to childhood patterns and feel weird and out of place about them. nothing quite fits, and is everyone fooling you by being so kind? do they mean the kindness, or are they scared? what do you fall back on? i don't think he would know what to do at all besides hold someone at arms' length. and also i wanted dabi to be a weeb lol. i feel in my heart he was deeply into naruto and tries to pretend he isn't. and i haven't seen the "seeing through each other's eyes" either!! the closest i've encountered, i think, is when soulmates have a body-swop on a certain day of the year--birthdays, or something, and during that body swop, they rush to find each other. yeah idk i was trying to think of what to write for a dabi chapter, and the first scene that i thought of was the cafe scene where he holds up our chin while we're looking at ourself through him, and the details of how nervous we are and the sweat dripping down our neck. i try to avoid having non-reader POV bc i like second-person limited for readerfic, and i was trying to think about how i could express this strange, calm-but-nervous-and-sweaty look. and i thought, well, why can't we, the reader, be seeing that somehow? silly. but i think it could be fun and/or sexy. like you could both experience a stupid even so that you could bitch about it later together. or he could see what he looks like when he goes down on you. or if you're lost, he can try to recognise the surroundings. idk i think there could be a lot you could do with it, and perhaps some other people had ought to give this type of bond a try.

ultimately, this ask is incredibly, immensely kind and generous and absolutely the best thing i could've seen after an extremely tough semester. i can eat well on this ask forever. you seem to be the exact type of reader i love, who notices small stuff and structure. really, thank you so, so much. i am v v v grateful and a silly little jester at yer service :)

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[peaceoutofthepieces]

hi bestie I’m literally in love with you. Can I request 35 and/or 43 from the cliche tropes list for Nick and Charlie? everything you write is fantastic I love u take care <3

oh hi 🥺 you called me bestie and beloved and that means you can have both <333 i’ve seen a good few fics with sick/injured nick and they’re great already so i’m flipping it :))

35. “Do you trust me?”

43. Taking care of the other when sick or injured

Nick knows that Charlie is well-practiced at keeping his problems to himself, and otherwise ignoring them until they inevitably go away or become un-ignorable. Which is why he isn’t surprised when Charlie turns up to form looking like death, his eyes hooded and dark and his skin paler than usual. He smiles and greets Nick as normal, but slumps a little smaller in his chair, breathes a little less evenly than he should.

“Charlie,” Nick whispers, under the sound of Mr Lange taking the register. He rests his knee against Charlie’s, and Charlie turns to look at him with a small hum. “You look wrecked. Are you okay?”

Charlie blinks at him, then his lips pinch and he straightens himself up. “Yes. I’m fine. I feel fine.”

Nick’s heart squeezes, and he prepares to tell Charlie how unconvincing he sounds when Mr Lange calls his name, and then Charlie is ignoring him so studiously that Nick knows his efforts would be pointless. He reserves to keep an eye on Charlie throughout the day, and save him from himself should it become necessary.

Charlie looks even paler and more tired at lunch, and he only picks at his food. Nick and Tao trade concerned looks, but Charlie shuts Tao down so sharply when Tao asks that Nick, again, decides to let him be for now. Nick offers only a soft, half-concerned-half-reprimanding “Hey,” with a gentle touch to Charlie’s arm.

“Sorry,” Charlie mumbles, flicking his gaze up to Tao and leaning slightly against Nick. “I’m just really tired and I—I can’t today.”

Tao nods in understanding and assures Charlie it’s fine, but his eyes haven’t lost any of their concern when they meet Nick’s. Nick wraps an arm around Charlie’s shoulders and lets Charlie lean against him properly, then subtly, helplessly shakes his head at Tao. Nick knows Charlie’s bad days, and the deep effect they can have on his mood, but this is different. Nick knows this is different, even if he doesn’t know how to help any more than Tao.

Which is why, despite going home separately after Charlie’s excuse that he has too much work to catch up on to also have time to entertain Nick, Nick heads around to the Springs’ after dinner.

Mrs Spring lets him in with a pinched smile and tells him Charlie is in his room, which immediately heightens Nick’s nerves even as he passes by her with a smile and thanks.

He finds Charlie curled up in his bed. Charlie looks up at him as he comes in and pushes himself up to sitting, leaving a grimace flickering over his pale face. Nick makes a beeline for him, but refrains from sitting down. Instead, he presses a hand to Charlie’s clammy forehead.

“You’re warm,” Nick accuses.

Charlie leans away from him. “What are you doing here?”

Nick crawls onto the bed next to him. “Checking on you. You…seemed unwell, at school today, but you wouldn’t tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Charlie insists. Nick raises a brow. “Nick, I’m fine. You didn’t have to come here, you could’ve just texted me.”

“Because then it would’ve been easier to lie to me?” When Charlie scoffs and looks away, Nick falters slightly. He’s gotten used to working his way around Charlie’s moods, and what’s needed from him with each one, but he feels oddly out of his depth. After all this time and all they’ve been through, perhaps he shouldn’t, but this feels at once all too familiar and like completely uncharted waters. “If you…if you don’t want me here, that’s okay. But you can’t ignore the fact that you’re sick, and it’s worrying me that you’re trying to.”

Charlie’s breath catches at that, but he doesn’t tell Nick to piss off. He slumps back against his pillow and draws his knees up, closing his eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths. Then he covers his face with his hands. “Mum’s pissed at me ‘cause I couldn’t have dinner.”

Nick’s shoulders sag, and he gets off the bed so he can resettle beside Charlie. This time he allows himself to press close—doesn’t have much choice on the single mattress, really—and feels relieved when Charlie leans against him in turn. “Did you tell her why, though?”

Charlie nods. “Didn’t believe me,” he mumbles. “Don’t know if I do, either.”

“What?” Nick’s brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

“I wanted to try to eat dinner, but I’ve felt sick all day, so I didn’t want to try because I didn’t want to make myself sick, but what if that’s just an excuse because actually I didn’t want to try in the first place?” Charlie still hasn’t dropped his hands, but it isn’t his muffled voice that makes Nick take his time understanding.

“Okay,” he says slowly. “But, Char, I could tell this morning as soon as I looked at you. I don’t think you can fake that.” He pressed the back of his fingers to Charlie’s forehead again. “Or this. I mean, you’re literally sweating.”

Charlie drags his hands down his face with a groan. “Oh my god, I want to die.”

“Hey.” Nick strokes his hair gently before wrapping an arm around him, and relaxes some when Charlie settles against his chest. “You’re allowed to be sick. Gross, sweaty, sniffly, vomit-y sick. And you aren’t to blame, and you aren’t making it up, and you aren’t going to get rid of it by ignoring it.”

“Are you sure? I was really willing to try.”

Nick snorts. “As someone who was brutally sick just last month, yeah, I’m pretty sure.” He gives Charlie a light jostle. “Remember, I was way more pathetic about it, and you came and looked after me like, every day? In fact, this is probably my fault.”

“I think it’s just going around,” Charlie sighs. “And you weren’t pathetic. You were very pouty and needy and it made me feel more validated than it probably should.”

Nick outright laughs at that, and just catches the curl of Charlie’s lips where they’re pressed to his chest. “Why can’t you let me take care of you, then?”

He waits as Charlie continues sweating and deep-breathing on Nick’s chest, and Nick returns to petting through his hair, remembering what had brought him comfort when their positions were reversed.

“I don’t like needing looked after,” Charlie says. “It feels…vulnerable.”

It feels out of my control. Charlie doesn’t say it, but he doesn’t need to. Nick understands that much about him, by now.

“Do you trust me?” Nick asks quietly.

“Of course.”

Nick squeezes him. “Then do you feel like, it’s okay, if you’re that little bit vulnerable with me?”

Charlie curls a hand in his shirt, then uncurls it. “Maybe.”

“Would it be alright if I just stayed with you for now, then?”

Nick draws Charlie’s curls back off his forehead, and Charlie lets out a little sigh. He wraps an arm around Nick’s middle, and Nick knows he’ll be okay. “Yeah. That’d be alright.”

cliché tropes

#don’t feel pleased with this one but here it is #but hey anon…wanna kiss #heartstopper #nick x charlie #narlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #heartstopper fic #prompts

[noxiatoxia]

heres an anon ask you can use to write/talk more about kaoru getting hurt and hikaru freaking out bc i love any content that has them freak out about the other hurting

OMG SPINS YOU AROUND IN MY ARMS THANK YOU ANON <3 !!

Ok WELL. I have. lots and lots of thoughts. So i did say before I like it best when Kaoru is the one who is injured because.....well ok admittedly I like fucking with Kaoru but ALSO I really love writing Hikaru's reactions. He's always so emotional and overreactive at times. It's fun illustrating the pure panic he's thrust into even in situations where Kaoru really isn't in any huge danger. I'm just. a sucker for characters absolutely flipping out at the smallest sign that somebody they love is hurt.

I've talked b4 about a concept where Kaoru gets a painful but non-lethal or life-altering injury, nothing drastic, but..........ok let me be cringe.....i wanna talk about the potentially darker stuff.

Tw for like, a lot of whump tropes. kidnapping, murder, etc.

Okay. I'm gonna jump into it with an idea involving kidnapping.

This is actually really interesting to me in the Ouran universe, because unlike some series, there's...actually a lot of legit reasons as to why you'd try to kidnap a number of these characters. iirc (dont quote me on it tho) it even almost happened in the manga to kyoya?? from what i've heard. again don't quote me.

SO being rich heirs to a big name company, trying to kidnap one or both the twins? It's actually a really plausible thing to happen.

I think the twins get off lucky in some aspects. Namely, they're identical. In some cases, I could see them not caring which twin they got, but maybe they want Hikaru the most since he's the eldest (and therefore the inheritor) but...which one is hikaru?? and besides, they're always together, meaning you'd HAVE to deal with 2 people. kidnapping two people is a lost of hassle. I think they've avoided it this long on those facts, among just good security and whatnot.

But let's say, one day, they aren't so lucky. dunno if this would happen when they're younger, like middle school, so they're not nearly as strong as they could be. Or it does happen in high school. whichever u want to imagine i suppose.

It could happen in a LOT of ways. maybe they got into a scuffle with some guys and they only got Kaoru. Maybe out of fear kaoru lied and said he was hikaru so they wouldn't go after his brother. maybe they just didn't care and got the first twin they saw.

I can imagine, if both twins were present, they would fight hard. they aren't trained in any way, and with no guards or police to help, they're helplessly overpowered, but they fight like their life depends on it (because for all they know it DOES) and they manage to put up a good struggle.

Maybe they DO end up getting away. Obviously they don't win the fight, but they manage to put enough distance between themselves and their kidnappers that they can run as fast as they can and as far as they can. they end up hiding somewhere so nobody can find them as they catch their breath. They're terrified out of their minds and are huddling together, breathing shakily. they both have some cuts and bruises. they wait until they think it's safe enough to call for help.

But what if Kaoru was seriously injured during the altercation? They still get away, but Kaoru is really struggling to keep up with Hikaru. he's limping terribly because the prick stabbed him in his side and he's bleeding everywhere, but pure adrenaline is making him sprint. Once they hide, Kaoru collapses and as the adrenaline fades THAT'S when it becomes an issue. The pain readily becomes apparent to him and it hurts so bad he can't really move. Blood is getting everywhere and he's breathing really fast, probably because he's so scared.

Hikaru is in a full blown PANIC. he's trying so hard to calm kaoru down, telling him to keep his eyes open, it'll be okay, he's calling an ambulance. He pulls his own shirt or jacket off to press to Kaoru's wound to try and stop the bleeding, but it just soaks through.

The shock and adrenaline wearing off might make Kaoru begin to cry a little as the barricaded emotions and pain coming surging through. this obviously only scares hikaru more.

it'd be fucking worse though if the kidnappers succeeded. in getting kaoru, that is. Oh my god. Especially if they injured him. his brother is bleeding and screaming and these people have him and hikaru can't catch up. he'd feel SO guilty and responsible, even if he physically couldn't do anything bc they injured him too. they like, fucking stabbed him or shot him and he can't move but fuck they have kaoru!! why isn't he doing anything!?

he'd spend all day and night and the days after looking for kaoru, not resting until he gets his little brother back.

It'd be hell on them both. Kaoru is scared and alone and in pain. Hikaru is freaking out and snapping at everyone, yelling at them to do better, find kaoru faster because it'll be YOUR faults if he dies or if something bad happens to him. He's just really, really scared and under so much stress. He doesn't sleep, at least not well, until Kaoru is found. When they rescue Kaoru one way or another, Hikaru is holding him so, so tightly and that's when he finally allows himself to cry, because he was SO fucking scared and this whole thing was a living nightmare and he's so unbelievably ungodly happy to have kaoru back in his arms alive and safe. He doesn't let go of him for hours and snaps at anybody who gets near them. I think it's soothing for Kaoru, too. After the trauma of what just happened, being alone with Hikaru in his embrace makes him feel less lonely and vulnerable.

Don't get me fuckin started if they BOTH were kidnapped though. I think the kidnappers, if they were smart, would figure out very early on they could get them both to comply by threatening Kaoru. Kaoru is already more compliant than Hikaru; he knows when he should and shouldn't fight back. But hikaru isn't. he'll fight these bastards, give them a hard time, do everything to try and break free. Where ever they're being held, Hikaru is causing them so much trouble, and even when they threaten to hurt him, even when they do hurt him, he doesn't really stop. Not for long, at least.

They'd probably find that if they threaten Kaoru, that gets Hikaru to shut up quickly. They threaten to slice Kaoru's throat if Hikaru refuses an order of theirs, has a knife to his throat. Suddenly, Hikaru is begging them not to hurt Kaoru, saying he'll do anything they want.

You can imagine like, any dark or fucked up scenario you want. But basically, I really DO think Hikaru would endure literally anything for Kaoru. As long as they don't hurt Kaoru, Hikaru would take anything and everything they throw at him. Kaoru hates it. He feels so fucking guilty that these awful things are happening and it's because Hikaru doesn't want him getting hurt.

Realistically, you could say most kidnappers wouldn't try to hurt them. They want hostages because they want money, and these kids have lots of money. Hurting them is a last resort reserved for making them comply. I guess it depends if the kidnappers are after something else/get some sort of sick enjoyment out of hurting them, or seeing Hikaru panic when they threaten his brother.

RELATED idea......murder attempts.

again, while I think kidnapping is a more realistic scenario given the Hitachiin's wealth, assassination is also plausible for several similar reasons. It could also just be a case of unfortunate luck having a run in with some less than well meaning person.

But like...Kaoru getting attacked by someone. Their attempt is lethal. They caught him off guard so they have the upper hand, and they're probably using a weapon like a knife to injure him.

Hikaru is never too far away from Kaoru at a given moment, and so he luckily wasn't very far when he hears his brother cry out. And when he sees what's happening, hears the screaming, the attacker's threats, the blood....he goes fucking. ballistic.

It's not like he's even thinking, he just ACTS. It's all a blur as he takes the attacker by surprise and dislodges the knife from their hand. the thing is, if Kaoru doesn't cry out to stop him, if the attacker doesnt just run away, there is a good chance Hikaru actually takes that knife and kills the person himself. He doesn't really think about it. he's high off adrenaline and seeing red from seeing somebody trying to kill his little brother. He's not fucking thinking, just acting on pure instinct. And instinct is telling him he needs to protect Kaoru at any cost necessary. And without hesitation, that includes stabbing a knife into somebody's throat.

He's in a bad daze as the attacker collapses and he focuses on Kaoru, who's also on the floor or at least crouched/keeled over, bleeding and in awful pain. There's blood all over Hikaru's hands and probably his shirt but he doesn't think about it as he crouches down to pull kaoru into his arms. i don't think either of them think to call the police. hikaru's mind is pure static focused only on kaoru. he's not even saying anything. the fact he killed another person hasn't even set in yet, he's just protectively shielding his brother and plugging his wounds with his hands, breath trembling. kaoru's breath is also trembling and he has tears in his eyes but he isn't saying anything. he's shaking. i honestly think police only show up because somebody else saw/heard what happened and called them, and once they show up and confront the twins, kaoru nearly passed out and hikaru pretty much dissociated, does hikaru wake up from his daze and realize what just happened, and oh my god i just killed another person.

i think in this case unlike others, he'd instantly let medics see kaoru. usually he doesn't want anyone near kaoru. not even medics. but he realizes as he snaps out of it just how bad of shape kaoru is in, and he feels awful he didn't call and ambulance and instead spaced out as he squeezed his brother to his chest as he bled everywhere. im sure hikaru also gets into some trouble for the killing thing but tbh good money + circumstances im sure he's let off the hook. that certainly does NOT take away from the trauma though because something like that fucks you up for life, and im sure his hands probably shake really badly anytime he has to hold a knife now.

(^^ that could be a whole story in an of itself... i love trauma recovery <3 both twins would be so fucked up after that experience. should write it sometime)

OKAY ON THE LIGHTER END OF THINGS.... (well, somewhat) just. accidents and other major injuries. Nobody is trying to hurt anybody else, it just sort of happened.

I actually had this idea in my head once in relation to my Kaoru Has Depression thread which i sorta forgot about bc i never posted it on there bc it seemed rather dark/edgy even for that thread and tbh idk if it's in-character(??) but with tweaking i think it could work.

the set up doesnt really matter tbh, but in my head the reason this happens is because Kaoru's been very in and out of it lately. second year of high school and he's dealing with reeeeally bad depression (cuz. i hc he has severe diagnosed depression somebody fucking tell that guy to see a doctor already) and with this comes him being unfocused and generally dissociating a lot. Anyways, it sort of happens at the worst possible time. Kaoru blanks out and is just on auto-pilot and is talking walks. He does this routinely now to clear his head, and he always goes without Hikaru because unfortunately Hikaru is the cause (indirectly) of his stress in more areas than one. so he's alone not really present and just walking wherever his feet take him.

Multiple things could happen here, really. And i have 2. the first one is, well, getting involved in a traffic accident.

i mean if you're wandering around not paying attention to your surroundings and suddenly just step onto a roadway or passage and you aren't aware of that, yeah it's likely a car is gonna hit you.

now i think thankfully kaoru is in a somewhat residential area wherever he's walking aka the speed limit is 25 which isn't good to be struck at but it's not like. 55. so anyways that fucking hurts. it knocks him right out of his depression-induced daze as he's flung across the road either into a patch of grass or onto the curb (if ur Evil) and everything Fucking Hurts. it probably breaks his leg or something, maybe something worse, maybe there's blood. internal bleeding for sure but idk if there would be many outward signs.

the person who hit him is probably panicking like oh fuck are you okay im calling an ambulance right now. and kaoru is still a little dazed, having been snapped from his dissociating to now being in excruciating pain and he can't feel his leg. his hands are shaking horribly but he manages to get his mostly undamaged phone out of his pocket and call hikaru and it's probably really awkward because kaoru is unusually calm because the whole thing hasn't really washed over him yet.

"Hey, Kaoru!" "Hey, Hikaru. Um, just to let you know, I'm not gonna be home when I said I was" "?? Why?" "Oh well, I got hit by a car. I'm probably going to a hospital." "WHAT"

ofc hikaru RUSHES to the hospital to see kaoru only to have to wait a few hours bc they have to make sure kaoru is okay. operations and shit. Kaoru is still pretty out of it even when Hikaru is by his bed-side near tears and Kaoru can't even really understand why... (mental illness)

ok a 2nd idea I had........this one is weirder bear with me.

i like. tropes where characters are Stuck somewhere and have to Survive with it. esp in unfavorable conditions. so, related to what i said earlier: kaoru going for a walk and not paying attention, except this time he's in the woods bc nature pretty or smth. not looking, he takes a wrong step and falls down a small cliff/steep hill, and then he lands...wrong. like, injures his back. and he can't get back up.

plus, his phone either broke on the tumble down or it's dead, so he's just kind of. well. fucked.

i like scenarios like this cuz it's like. the fear and the feeling of powerlessness, the utter loneliness and idea of dying alone. especially for kaoru, that's really scary. it's the one thing he's terrified of most. and since he can't move, he just has to hope somebody finds him. that they care enough to look for him.

maybe he gets lucky and somebody - friend or stranger - finds him relatively quickly, like in a few hours. maybe he's not so lucky, and he's stuck there for over two days.

obviously, i like Maximum Evilness but also I think it could potentially be. interesting? Kaoru is already so mentally unstable. He's already horrifically lonely and depressed. Being forced to be stuck in the dirty creepy woods for days on end, alone? I can only really imagine the things he might think up, what conclusions or feelings he'd reach. Especially as he grows hungrier/dehydration, that would cause major issues not just bodily, but psychologically. Hallucinations/psychosis, generally just. making his depression/anxiety worse. He's a bit of a hysterical mess there wondering if he's being left to die on purpose because nobody fucking cares about him. He wonders if he can even blame them.

I like to think it's Haruhi who finds him, actually. the whole host club are searching with the ootori private police and regular police. haruhi elected to search the woods but surprisingly, hikaru (who has been worried SICK this whole time) tries to shoot it down. they're all under the assumption kaoru was kidnapped, it makes the most sense, and what kidnapper is hiding out in the woods? but tamaki convinces hikaru to give it a shot and so he lets haruhi go.

it's probably a fucking miracle she finds him in time or finds him at all. Kaoru probably freaks out at first thinking it's a stranger or somebody here to hurt him but when he sees haruhi he's insanely glad. he just wants to go home where it's warm and there's food and his brother will be waiting for him.

obviously though, again, experiences like that are pretty traumatizing. hikaru feels like shit for almost preventing haruhi from finding his brother, bc had she not done that he probably would have died. and so he does NOT leave kaoru's side and hovers over him like 24/7.

in general...i just like prompts where kaoru gets hurt, and hikaru proceeds to go fucking feral. wail on the person hurting kaoru, or if there is no perp, just hold kaoru and shield him from any harm and going ape shit if anyone tries to get near them. i think fast-paced traumatic experiences like that really freak hikaru out esp in the moment, seeing kaoru get hurt so fast, the fact he could have almost died. it fills him with adrenaline and fear and so he snaps at anybody because he's so freaked out and he just wants to be alone with kaoru where it's slow and safe. kaoru is in his arms, nothing is happening, everything is fine and sitting still and he's alright. and anything that disrupts that sends him into a frenzy.

so...sorry about going Off about this. i think i derailed the point a few times BUT you asked for rambles you get rambles <33 if you have any dark hikaru&kaoru ideas or just stuff abt them in general ...... always feel free to send. or prompt me onto another ramble.

#;noxiatalks2ya #ohshc #hikakao #<again idk if it rlly counts its just easier for blog navigation

[stillmumu]

I wish you would write a fic where A’whora gets jealous over Tayce because I’ve seen a few fics the other way round but I think that would be fun.

oooh ty for this nony !! excited to play around w it💖💖

#y'all know me so well djsksk #flipping tropes after and for once u let go? sign me UP #ty nony! #mumu gets asks

[ianrightsonly]

58 + 98 for the trope mashup pls <33

hello! thanks so much for being patient until i was able to come back to this. for me, the “let me carry you” trope can be both literal or metaphorical, so i chose to do a little bit of both with this. i hope you enjoy it!

fic trope mashup: #58 (sharing clothes) + #98 (let me carry you) — when mickey comes down with the flu, he tries to keep ian at arm’s length to protect him from getting sick. ian has other plans, and they all happen to end with mickey wrapped up in his arms.

title: let me keep you warm | word count: 1900

-- or read on ao3

When Mickey wakes up on Saturday morning, it’s with a sore throat and a pounding, unforgiving headache. He feels nauseous, be it from a virus or the magnitude of his headache, he can’t be entirely sure. He never gets sick, and can’t remember the last time he suffered from any sort of ailment beyond a mild cold.

Right from the start, Mickey knows that this is something more. And he’s certain that it’s about to pack a goddamn punch.

The last fucking thing he needs right now is a virus knocking him out of commission, but it seems too little too late to scrape through unscathed.

Chicago winters are fraught with a number of various grievances, and the constant back and forth of the weather happens to be one of the worst. Now, as winter continues to play a constant game of temperature fluctuating ping-pong, Mickey finds himself caught in the crossfire. His immune system must have ditched town, telling him to go fuck himself in the meantime.

Ian likely woke up with the sunrise, careful as ever not to wake his sleeping husband. He and Lip have been going on morning runs together a few times per week, and while Mickey commends his dedication—he also would much rather wake up in Ian’s arms.

In this case, though, it’s probably a good thing. It’s bad enough that he and Ian live in such close proximity in times like these, when Mickey needs to stay the fuck away from him in an attempt to spare him from getting sick.

He doesn’t want Ian to worry about him, but he does want something for his headache. They just recently ran out of Tylenol, which fucking figures now that Mickey needs it so desperately.

Mickey reaches for his phone on the bedside table, pulling up Ian’s name in his messages.

Mickey: husband can u help me

Ian’s response comes within seconds, immediately making Mickey smile.

Ian: good morning husband of mine

Ian: what do you need?

Mickey: can u pick up some shit for me? stuff for headache and sore throat

Ian: sure

Ian: are you sick? what’s wrong?

Mickey: i’m fine. just a headache and my throat is a little scratchy. no big deal

Ian: yeah but you never get sick

Ian: i’m on my way home now… gonna stop and pick up some shit for you. gimme like 20 mins

Mickey: thanks man. love u

Ian: love you too mick

Mickey smiles again, but the happy feeling is short lived once he tries to get out of bed. He winces as his head pounds harder, nearly certain that it’s going to explode at any moment.

He rubs at his eyes for a second before pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger, hoping to gain a little bit of relief.

It doesn’t do much of anything to help.

Quickly, Mickey searches for comfy clothes to change into. Folded on a chair beside the dresser, he finds one of Ian’s henley shirts and his sweatpants from the night before.

The grayish-tan henley fits him like an oversized sweater, sleeves covering his hands down to his knuckles. It smells like a combination of fresh laundry and Ian—lavender fabric softener mixed with hints of bergamot and amber-scented cologne.

Ian’s sweatpants fit better. They’re black, extra soft on the inside, and one of Mickey’s favorite pairs to steal when he’s looking for something cozy to wear.

Thankfully, Ian never seems to mind.

Mickey figures it’s not really stealing once you’re married, anyway.

After getting dressed, he slips on a pair of gray flip flops and walks into the living room, making a quick beeline for the couch and flopping down onto its soft, plush cushions. There’s a red and white checkered blanket hanging over the top of the couch, and Mickey eagerly pulls it down to tuck himself in.

And then, watching the apartment door, he waits.

There’s a new tickle in the back of his throat, combining with the soreness to create a very unpleasant feeling. It makes him cough several times; just another indication that whatever this is, it’s going to get worse before it gets better.

Finally, after twenty minutes—that somehow feel more like two hours—Ian returns home.

There’s a concerned expression on his face as he closes the door behind him, carrying two paper bags along with him.

“You look terrible,” Ian says, stepping over to the couch. “I mean, no offense.”

“Well, I’m a little fuckin’ offended,” Mickey says. “Maybe you look terrible.”

“Do I really?” Ian asks.

Mickey glares at him, watching as Ian reaches into one of the bags. Stubbornly, Mickey mutters, “No.”

Ian grins as he digs through the bags. He pulls out cough drops, cold, flu, and headache medicine, herbal tea, and a thermometer.

“You startin’ a fuckin’ pharmacy or what? I asked you for two things,” Mickey says.

“Yeah, well. I wanted to make sure you were covered. And we need to check you for a fever.”

“Fine. But I ain’t takin’ that cold medicine shit—it’s fuckin’ gross, man.”

“Mick,” Ian begins sternly, opening the thermometer package. “It’ll help, I promise. Medicine and tea for your throat.”

“I think you’re dramatic,” Mickey grumbles.

“I think you’re being a baby,” Ian says. “Now—” he pauses, leaning down to pop the thermometer into Mickey’s mouth. He instructs Mickey to keep it under his tongue, as if Mickey doesn’t know how the fuck to take his own temperature.

Once it’s beneath his tongue, Mickey waits, rather impatiently, for the beep of the thermometer.

Ian sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of the couch. With a smile, he slides a hand gently back through Mickey’s hair.

His touch is warm and filled with love, and Mickey can’t resist as he leans into Ian’s hand.

After just a few seconds, Mickey jerks away. He really needs to keep Ian at a distance if he doesn’t want to get him sick. Which is hardly a simple task.

With the thermometer still in his mouth, he mumbles, “Stay the fuck away from me—ain’t lettin’ you get sick ‘cause of me.”

The thermometer finally beeps, and Mickey pulls it out of his mouth. Ian immediately snatches it from his hand, before Mickey gets a chance to read it.

Mickey frowns, waving his hand around before reaching forward in an attempt to grab it back. “C’mon—what’s it say, bitch?”

“First of all, I don’t care if I get sick,” Ian says. “Second of all, you have a fever.”

“No I fuckin’ don’t,” Mickey argues.

“Yes, you fucking do,” Ian says, waving the thermometer in his face. He pours the bottle of medicine into the included dosing cup, handing it to Mickey with an apologetic expression. “I know this shit tastes like poison, but you need it.”

Mickey takes it, plugging his nose in an attempt to block the taste as he downs the cup as quickly as possible. He makes a gagging sound, sticking out his tongue and tossing the empty cup back onto the coffee table.

“It tastes like straight up ass,” Mickey complains. “No—you fuckin’ know what? Ass tastes better.”

“Charming,” Ian says. “Now, shut the fuck up and lay down. You need to rest.”

“You shut the fuck up and lay down,” Mickey snaps back, slumping further down onto the couch and resting his head against the arm cushion.

“Not here,” Ian says. “You should go back to bed, Mick.”

“Yeah? Well, I ain’t walkin’ all the way back there right now. I’m fuckin’ tired, and I feel like a truck ran me over. Gonna sleep right here.”

“You’re extra grumpy right now,” Ian says, pulling the blanket away from Mickey. “And extra cute.”

“Not cute.” Mickey grabs for the blanket, trying to pull it back over his body. “I’m gross and sick with a fever—and, hey—don’t steal my fuckin’ blanket.”

“We’re going to bed,” Ian says. He steps between Mickey and the coffee table, looking down at him expectantly. “And, we have blankets in bed.”

No matter how serious Ian is, Mickey has absolutely no intention of getting up.

“Not movin’,” Mickey says.

Ian sighs. He leans down suddenly, reaching beneath Mickey’s back with both arms in an attempt to pick him up.

For a moment, Mickey begins to scramble. He tries to push Ian away, but fails completely once Ian gets enough leverage to lift him up from the couch.

“Told you to stay away from me,” Mickey says, frowning as he latches his hands around Ian’s neck. It’s more on instinct than anything else, as Ian carries him from the couch into the bedroom. “Also didn’t ask you to manhandle me across the goddamn apartment.”

“I don’t consider this manhandling,” Ian says. “But, maybe we can revisit that when you’re feeling better.”

They meet each other’s eyes, and Mickey can’t help but smile. Ian reaches their bed just seconds later, and leans forward to kiss Mickey’s lips.

Mickey should stop him. He should push Ian away and demand that he stays the fuck away from him until further notice.

But, instead, Mickey kisses back.

Ian lowers him down to the bed, dropping him lightly on the mattress; still kissing him through it like he doesn’t ever want to stop.

It’s soft and sweet, almost enough to make Mickey forget about his pounding head and aching throat.

“Gonna get sick,” Mickey says against Ian’s lips.

“Pretty sure that’ll happen either way. Today isn’t gonna change anything. Because, if you haven’t noticed, we spend a lot of time together.”

“We do?” Mickey teases.

“Yeah.” Ian nods. “And, by the way, I know you’re sick—but it’s always hot when you wear my clothes.”

Mickey chuckles, raising an eyebrow. “I’m fuckin’ suffering over here while you’re thinkin’ unholy thoughts about me? What kind of husband are you?”

“The kind who thinks you’re hot,” Ian says. “Cute, too. But, yeah. Hot.”

“Good answer,” Mickey says with a grin. “And, don’t tell anyone else, but you’re the best—and hottest—husband I’ve ever had.”

“What an honor,” Ian quips, setting his hand on the side of Mickey’s face. He runs his thumb back and forth across his cheek, and Mickey feels loved.

It’s an amazing thing, to think about the fact that Mickey is loved so completely. Ian loves him and cares for him in the most beautiful ways; wants nothing more than to make sure he’s safe and loved and taken care of.

Mickey loves to see this side of him. He’s an exceptional caretaker, and while Mickey is thankful that he doesn’t get sick very often, he can’t help but love Ian’s added attention and affection.

Ian climbs into bed beside him, pulling Mickey against his body. He kisses his forehead, down to the bridge of his nose, then down further to his lips.

The bedroom feels colder than Mickey realized, although he wonders if his fever is messing with him. He shuffles closer, head against Ian’s chest.

“Kinda cold,” he says absently, like he’s making a general statement more than anything else.

Ian kisses him again, this time between his temple and the corner of his eye. With his lips muffled by Mickey’s skin, he says, “Love you, babe. Let me keep you warm.”

And, with Ian’s arms wrapped lovingly around him, Mickey says, “Thank you, love.”

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[astaroth1357]

The Brothers Dropping Hints to a Remarkably Oblivious MC

I liked this idea and wanted to flesh it out a bit before I bury my head in research for requests. Maybe I'll make a part two later? Who knows.

Intro:

Seven demon brothers, one human. All seven want their attention… So the family agrees to a challenge: Can they get their human to return their affections without actually confessing first? Perhaps… but there's a catch. The MC is denser than a bag of bricks in the love department...

Good luck, boys.

Lucifer

If it weren't for this silly challenge, he'd have considered hiring a sky-writer because he couldn't think of anything more obvious and unavoidable than that…

It honestly astounded him how utterly unaffected the MC seems to be by all of his flirtations. It'd be impressive if it weren't so frustrating.

He could praise their appearance and they'd seemingly forget the compliment.

He could offer them all manner of gifts or meals and they'd think he was just being nice.

He could probably straight up give them a diamond ring and they'd assume it was a late birthday present… 

He was so out of ideas he was considering just ripping off the bandage and asking them directly, brothers be damned, but then that'd be admitting defeat and that’s just not on the table for him.

No, no… He just had to be more patient… Maybe offer them a dance next time? He'll win this challenge yet... maybe…

Mammon

Of course the Great Mammon can get his human to notice his feelings! He's their first man, he knows them more than anybody else! This will be a piece of cake. Right?... right…??

It is not. It is not a piece of cake.

First off, Mammon's already shot himself in the foot because of his tsundere-ness. Turns out when he says, "It's not because I like you!" they actually believe him… 😰

Secondly, he's terrible at expressing his affection in ways that aren't material or possessive...

When he buys them things, they think he's acting sweet and just… pay him back or buy him something in return…

Like, he's not complaining (much) but that's not the point!!

Then when he tries to spend extra time with them they assume it's Mammon being Mammon and not, like, because he's trying to show them how crazy he is about them.

And now he can’t even be honest about his feelings if he wants to because of the damn challenge!! 😫

This seemed like a lost cause for him really… Looks like someone else is going to have to win…

Leviathan

He's been cursing their name to here and back for stealing his heart so thoroughly while still having no idea that they actually had it!!! He'd almost swear they were mocking him but eventually, he genuinely started to think they were just that clueless… 🤦‍♀️

At first he thought that he found a loophole because he could just act out a bunch of obvious anime tropes to not-so-subtly hint at his affections!

...but each time he tried to make a move, he lost his nerve and chickened out at the last minute…

"MC! I just bought some pocky off of Akuzon, do you want to try some?"

"Sure, Levi! 🙂"

"Oh u-uh… Great! H-here you go.. " *hands them the whole box...*

When these efforts failed, he went to plan B, which was again not-so-subtly throwing hints at how special they were to him.

"Hey MC, do you remember that game you were looking at? I got it for us! Come on, let's play together! I'll even let you use my favorite controller!"

"MC, why don't you sit over here? W-wait not that close…! No wait, don’t go!! Urgh!! 😫"

At first he thought it was working until he overheard them talking to Mammon, "Mm? Oh, of course Levi's been so nice to me! We're best friends!"

… Ouch, but not unwarranted. He'd have to try something else or just admit defeat…

Satan

He still truly can't get a good read on them. Are they interested? Just nice? A chronic sufferer of selective blindness?? What does he have to do here???

Satan took a page out of Levi's playbook at first, but replaced anime tropes with what you find in old romance novels.

He was on his best behavior whenever MC was around. Downright gentlemanly, right down to kissing their hand and putting his jacket over puddles for them to walk.

… Unfortunately, Lucifer refused to be outshined by his little brother in the princely courtship department and the two started butting heads (almost literally).

If Satan gave up his jacket for a puddle, then Lucifer would take their hand to "help" them across it. If Satan held a door for them, then Lucifer would hold it too and insist that he go in first. If the MC was cold they suddenly were covered by two coats… It was infuriating!

And you know what's even worse? It was counterproductive.

After a while the MC just thought that it was some kind of game or challenge between him and Lucifer and not him trying to express his actual affections…

Looks like he wasn't going to be winning this either…

Asmodeus 

On one hand, he kind of gets it because he's lovey and feely with everybody but, sweetheart, please take a hint every once in a while…

Asmo comes into the game with both an advantage and disadvantage. He's far more versed in the art of wooing than any of his brothers, but he was so close with them to begin with it's going to take a lot to get the point across…

Confident boi starts inviting them out more, lunch "dates," spa days, shopping sprees, any excuse to be alone with them really hoping they'd get the idea…

...but they didn't. It was just some fun time with Asmo and not any particular special treatment…

His compliments all seemed to bounce off of them too. They never seemed particularly touched and he wouldn't be surprised if they forgot about them within five minutes of hearing them…

Kicking it up to drastic measures, he tries to initiate even more cuddles and hugs than usual… But it feels like he could literally sew himself to their clothes and they'd think he's just being friendly! How do they not see what's going on here, are they just messing with him??

After a week of trying to monopolize the MC's time he had to throw in the towel, certain if he couldn't get through to them then no one could! 😣

Beelzebub 

Well, Beel's a little oblivious himself sometimes so it's not like he couldn't relate… He just wished he could be upfront and ask them because they really didn't seem to notice.

Chances are he was already cuddling with them, sharing his food, taking them places, and doing all the stuff he'd usually do when he likes a person... They probably just considered that to be his normal behavior by that point…

So. He just does what he normally does, but MORE.

Suddenly he's giving the MC half of his meals instead of a third. (Which is what? Enough for a family of four?)

His hugs have gone from just firm to full on bear-snuggles.

He's always offering to take them to a new restaurant or some other place he likes and showing them the best things on the menu (written or hidden).

But it's not exactly going anywhere… 😥

They seemed happy and liked spending time with him but if they were actually noticing feelings for them at all, he couldn't tell…

After a while he kind of gives up on getting them to notice and just starts to enjoy making them happy. Sure, he won't win the challenge, but for now a smiling MC is enough for him 😊

Belphegor 

Look. He may be the King of Mixed Signals, but he's considering just giving up his crown but nothing he's tried has been working...

Similar to Mammon, he’s starting at a disadvantage by regularly being more than a little cryptic about his feelings…

To be honest, it was sort of a reflex for him by this point which didn’t help matters at all. He’s not that used to being completely open with his emotions so he has to fight the urge to downplay things all the time...

Oh, the MC agreed to go with him to the botanical gardens? Cool.

Wait, no, not just cool. It’s great! Really great!! He’s really happy about it, MC, can you see his smile?? He’s smiling! That’s rare! Please notice!!

(They don’t seem to notice…)

Eventually he got even more frustrated than Satan or Mammon and nearly just asked them point blank, but he knew his brothers would flip if he tried…

By the end of the challenge he thought it was a dumb, stupid waste of time and energy and he regrets ever agreeing to it (and he’s not just being pissy because he couldn’t pull it off or anything......)

Bonus: 

After a couple weeks of zero progress for everybody, the brothers seemed to snap. The MC woke up one morning for breakfast only to find their seven demons waiting intently for them to walk into the dining room. What followed was a cartoon squabble of kicked up dust, flying limbs, and thrown objects as each desperately tried to climb over the other in order to get to their human first (even Lucifer nearly flung Satan across the table by the foot at one point). Poor MC was so confused that they had to shout at them just to break up the fighting…

When asked what's gotten into their demons so suddenly, the brothers have only one response:

"WE LOVE YOU!!!" 

…. Eh? 

*MC.exe has crashed*

Back to square one, guys...

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[sukifans]

Congrats on 1k!!! Can you do number 9 from 50 cliché promts and tropes with mako x reader? :)

MAKO + “there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling”

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“Well, this is... unfortunate.”

“It’s unacceptable.” You glanced at Mako, who was visibly irritated. “First Beifong only approves one room because of ‘budget cuts,’ and now we’re expected to share a bed?”

“Relax, tough guy. I’m sure it was just a booking error. I’ll go talk to the receptionist.” You left your partner and your bag in the room with the single large bed against the wall to go downstairs and sort out the mistake. You gave the man at the desk your friendliest smile as you approached.

“Hello again,” the man said, looking up at you. “Is there a problem with the room?”

“Yes, actually. We should’ve been booked for a room with two beds but there’s only one. Could we be moved somewhere else?” You tried to sound as amicable as possible as you spoke, hoping the employee would oblige.

He flipped through the large book of records in front of him and traced his finger down a page. “Ah, yes! You reserved a double. So sorry about that—let me see what else is available.” You watched as he flipped through again, mumbling to himself. Your smile faltered a little when he frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“It appears everything else is filled for the night. I’m terribly sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.” The man eyed you as if expecting you to blow up at him, but you just sighed and tightened your smile.

“Ah, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Thank you for checking, though.”

Mako was not gonna be happy.

“You’re joking,” he deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest. You dropped down to sit on the edge of the problematic bed itself. “Are you and Beifong trying to pull a prank or something?”

You stared up at him. “Beifong? A prank? Really?”

“Okay, no,” he huffed. “But you’re kidding, right?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you think it’s funny to inconvenience me?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Mako.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking.”

He groaned and threw himself in the threadbare armchair in the corner of the room. “Great, just what I needed,” he grumbled to himself.

“Hey, I’m not exactly thrilled about this either!” You rolled your eyes. “If you’re gonna freak out about it you can take the bed and I’ll just... sleep on the floor or something.”

“No, no. You take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“How noble,” you laughed. “You’re the one who has a problem sleeping with me. Take the bed.”

“I—” His cheeks tinged a slight pink that didn’t escape your notice. “I don’t have a problem.”

“You sure seem to.”

“I shared a blanket with Bolin on the street for most of my childhood.”

“You must be getting spoiled with that detective salary if you can’t rough it for one night and share a bed with your favorite partner. Going soft?”

You grinned when he glared at you. “Why are you torturing me?”

“You’re easy to torture.” You stood up to rifle through your bag. “And it’s fun.”

“I’m requesting a partner transfer when we finish this assignment,” he muttered, making you bark out a laugh.

“You wouldn’t, you’re too attached now.” You straightened up with your arms full of toiletries and clean clothes. “I’m gonna go wash up so I can pass out. Early day tomorrow, and all. Catchin’ bad guys, kickin’ ass, takin’ names.”

“Uh-huh.” A small smile finally graced his handsome face for the first time since arriving at the inn. “I’ll be here keeping watch—y’know, for the bad guys.”

Once you’d scrubbed off the long day of travel and changed into clean, comfortable clothes you reentered the main room to see Mako studying the files for the case the two of you were working. His eyebrows were set into a furrow as he read through it and chewed at the inside of his cheek absently. You watched him for a few more moments once you settled down onto the worn but comfortable mattress. Something in the papers seemed to perplex him as he wrinkled his nose and flipped back a few pages. Suddenly, his warm orange eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked with a small frown.

You shrugged. “Trying to figure out if that smell is the room or just you.”

His frown deepened. “Uncalled for.”

You hummed noncommitally and snuggled down between the sheets. “Go clean up so I can sleep.”

“I’m not stopping you,” he said, snapping the file shut and rising from the chair.

“I gotta keep watch, remember? Bad guys,” you murmured despite your heavy eyelids. Mako shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom. The gentle, steady sound of running water lulled you into a drifting sleep after only a few minutes.

You roused slightly when Mako returned, shuffling around the room followed by curling steam and the smell of his soap from the bathroom. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter and tried to fall back asleep until you felt him grab a pillow off the other side of the bed. Rolling onto your side you sleepily looked up at him.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” He stood next to a blanket on the floor with the pillow in his hand, dressed in a clean white shirt and loose pants. “I was just getting set up over here.”

You squinted at the pillow he held while your tired mind tripped over itself trying to catch up. “What?”

“I told you I’d sleep on the floor,” he said, gesturing to his makeshift sleeping area.

You blinked slowly at him. “Mako.”

“Yeah?”

“Get in the bed.”

“But—”

“I wasn’t asking,” you interrupted. “Come. To. Bed.”

He flushed lightly and opened and closed his mouth a couple times before looking down at his pillow he srill gripped. “I—I don’t want to make you... uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable?” you repeated blankly and he nodded. “I put my life in your hands every day, Mako. I trust you, probably more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. You’re not gonna make me uncomfortable. In fact, I’d be a thousand times more comfortable with you up here than on the floor.”

“Okay, okay,” he relented, finally moving back towards the bed. “You’ve made your point.”

“Good.” You closed your eyes again and yawned loudly. “The mattress is big enough we can both stay on our sides, no big deal. You need to rest well so I know you’re alert enough to save my ass tomorrow and sleeping on the floor does not reassure me.”

“I already agreed, you don’t need to keep working at me.” Mako carefully slid into the sheets, being almost calculating in how close he could stay to the edge without falling off. Even with the considerable empty space between you, you could still feel his familiar warmth seeping into your tired muscles.

“‘M a detective, can’t help it.”

“Go to sleep. You’ll have plenty of time to harass me in the morning.”

“You know you love me.”

If only you knew, he thought to himself as you slipped back into your dreamland.

The first thing you noticed upon regaining consciousness was the thumping rhythm next to your ear. The next thing you noticed was how warm you felt, despite the sheets being tangled down around your feet. You turned your head and buried your face into your pillow, inhaling deeply.

Soap. And smoke.

Hold on. You lifted your head up slowly and blinked blearily, taking in where you were as your brain whirred back to life.

Not your pillow. Mako—his chest, more specifically. Your eyes trailed down to where your bodies were pressed together in a tangle of limbs. The arm wrapped around you ended in fingers pressing into your waist. Your thigh was hiked up around his hip and his knee was slotted between your legs. You looked up at his face to see he was still sound asleep, lips parted as he breathed slowly.

You sat up all the way and his hand on your waist flopped down onto the bed. “Mako.”

He snorted and gave no other response.

“Mako,” you hissed, smacking his chest lightly. Without opening his eyes, he grabbed your hand and yanked you back down.

“Don’ hit me,” he grumbled, lips brushing your forehead as he spoke. “‘M sleepin’.”

Your face was starting to burn. “Well, wake up!”

He cracked one eye open to peer down at you and closed it again with a sniff. All at once it seemed to hit him and his eyes flew open as he shot upwards, knocking you to the side. You groaned as he launched himself out of the bed and onto his feet.

“What time is it?!” he barked.

“I don’t know!”

He whipped his head around to look at the clock on the bedside table. He made a small noise of panic and snatched it up as if getting a closer look would change the reading it gave.

“Fuck, we’re late!”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sleepover

Warnings: noncon, fingering, oral, somniphilia, unprotected sex, pre-existing relationship

This is dark!Steve Rogers x reader (side of Sam Wilson x reader) in an established relationship and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader stops at a safe house but isn’t as safe as she thinks.

Note: Pretty much I wanted to make the trope “there was only one bed” dark, so I did. Reading the warnings. Last chance.

Also saw that @mcudarklibrary​ was having a somniphilia theme for August and September so thought this could be a contribution!

I hope y’all enjoy!

Let me know what you think! (Like, reblog, reply, leave some words, a gif, nonsensical emojis)

The safe house was small but it would do. It was just you for the night until you headed to the rendezvous and found your way back to New York. A week of reconnaissance and several days of retreat and you could have slept in the grass. Well, it wasn’t much better.

A double mattress on the floor between the narrow counter and table that folded into the wall. The bathroom was barely more than a closet. A tight shower and a floating sink beside the small toilet. You weren’t entirely sure why this was on the list of assigned safe points but it had been the closest.

You set your bag on the counter and unzipped it as you flipped on the light in the bathroom. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you answered as you pulled out the cotton tank and sweats you’d wear after a hot shower. The clothes you had on were better off burned than washed.

“Baby, I’ve been tryna call all day.” Sam didn’t even give you a chance to say hello.

“You know I’m on a mission, right?” You asked as you went into the bathroom and dropped your clothes on the closed toilet seat. “I can’t be on my phone all day.”

“Thought you were headed to the safe house?”

“I’m there now but it took a while,” You reached for the shower faucet but paused as you heard a rumble in the distance.

“I miss you, baby,” Sam purred. “Maybe we could have a little fun on the phone tonight… Facetime?”

“What the--” You went to the window as the roaring of the motor grew louder. You pulled back the thick curtain and peered out. You sighed. “Sam.”

“What?” He asked innocently.

“How much fun are we gonna have with my chaperone here?” You sneered.

“What do you--”

“Steve.” You said plainly as you watched Steve killed the engine and wheel his bike around the back of the house. “I can’t believe you.”

“I swear it wasn’t me, baby.”

“Mhmm, and you also didn’t tell him to tail me in Rome.” You huffed.

“That was different.” Sam argued. “I promise, it’s nothing to do with me.”

“You have fun alone.” You said. “Distance makes the heart grow… fonder, is it?”

“Baby--”

“Love you.” You sang and hung up before he could respond.

You really did love Sam but he could be overbearing. At first, being fellow agents had been fun and dangerous. But as things grew more serious, he acted more and more like a babysitter. You both took the same risks, you didn’t understand why he was anymore worried about you than himself.

You placed your phone on your duffel as you carefully stepped around the mattress that took up much of the space. You opened the door a crack as footfalls crept around the side. You pushed it open entirely as Steve came into site.

“Steve,” You greeted as you crossed your arms.

“Oh,” He looked genuinely surprised. “I didn’t see your… car?”

“In the trees,” You nodded to the nearby forest. “Precautionary.”

“I… shit, I didn’t know you were here. I was just in the area on intelligence and needed somewhere to crash.”

“Mhmm,” You held open the door for him as he approached. “You sure someone didn’t tip you off?”

He blinked at you and turned back as he entered. You followed and locked the door.

“You mean Sam? Come on, after Rome, he can deal with his own paranoia.”

You squinted at him and sighed.

“Well, if you can’t tell, there isn’t much room.” You waved to the small space. “More a shed than a house.”

“Geez, yeah,” He looked around. “Well, I can--”

“It’s fine. These things happen. I’m sure you’ve slept on worse.” You shrugged. “Almost thought I’d be in my car for the night.”

“As long as it’s not too much of a bother.” He rubbed his neck. “I didn’t mean to barge in.”

“It’s one night. Won’t hurt anyone.” You said. “I’m just gonna get cleaned up and lay down. I’ll try to stay out of your way as much as I can.”

“Alright,” He put his bag down next to yours. “I’ll try to do the same.” He unzipped his bag. “Save some hot water for me.”

You gave a thin laugh and went back into the bathroom. You closed the door but it didn’t click. You tried several times and found the latch broken. You huffed and cranked the faucet. The shower whined and the water pattered down against the old porcelain.

You undressed, careful to keep an eye on the small space between the door and the frame as you did. You stepped behind the curtain and the rings rang against the rod as you pulled it into place. 

You sighed as you melted beneath the hot water. You let the steam swallow you up and scrubbed your skin clean. You stepped out and took one of the half-dozen towels hidden away in the cupboard.

You let out a ‘whew’ as you dried off and dressed quickly. You walked out with the towel and draped it from a knob on the counter. 

Steve turned away from the window. It was dark outside already. He smiled awkwardly. 

“You done in there?” He asked.

“Mhmm,” You nodded and grabbed your phone as you let him past. The place was even smaller with him there.

You dropped down onto the bed and your screen it up with a notification. It was Sam. ‘Babe? Hello?’ You unlocked the phone and found several other messages.

‘Was in the shower. Looks like a long night with the old captain.’ You replied.

‘Hey, nothing to do with me. Promise. I’d check in myself ;)’

‘Sure, sure.’

‘Come on, baby, don’t be like that.’

‘Even if it wasn’t, night’s kinda ruined.’

‘Just don’t let him see ;P’

You shook your head and lowered the phone. The shower groaned in the next room and your stomach fluttered. It would be difficult but you did miss Sam terribly; in many ways.

‘I can’t.’ You typed as you listened to the stream of water. The door hadn’t caught for Steve either and upon a glance you saw his blurry silhouette behind the curtain. Sam was quick to respond.

‘You’ve done worse, baby. You remember Rio ;P’

‘I regret Rio’. You giggled under your breath, the memory of the humid hideaway and your little escape with Sam as Bucky kept watch. You were still certain he’d spotted you on his surveillance.

‘He’s an old man. He’ll probably sleep early.’ 

‘You realise this house is tiny. I’m surprised he fit through the door.’

‘But I miss you :)’

‘Don’t do that.’

‘I know you miss me more. Can’t wait for this sugar.’

You barely stifled your laughter as the shower stopped and you texted Sam a heart eye emoji before flipping to another app. You knew Sam wasn’t going to let up but it would be awkward enough spending the night here in such close confines with Steve. You and him were rarely alone; you usually had the buffer of Bucky or Sam. You’d always found the First Avenger a little stringent; tight-lipped and a bit of a hard ass.

Your eyes flicked up as the door opened all the way and Steve stepped through. You cleared your throat and glanced back at your phone. He only had the towel around his waist. You crossed your legs and scrolled through your timeline.

“Forgot my clothes out here,” He said. “It’s been such a long day, it’s all slipping my mind.”

“No worries,” You kept your eyes on your phone as he gathered up a bundle from his bag and fled back to the bathroom. 

You blinked and finally lifted your head. Your phone buzzed and you looked down. ‘You got me all worked up.’ Sam included an eggplant at the end and you quickly swept away the bubble. Steve emerged in a pair of track pants and an A shirt that did little to conceal his muscular torso as the fabric was stretched taut.

He shoved his dirty gear in his bag and fished around for his own phone. He neared the other side of the mattress and gave a doubtful look at the space beside you.

“Um, sorry if it’s a bit cramped.” He lowered himself carefully. “You know, about seventy-odd years ago, you wouldn’t even have noticed me.”

You chuckled and shimmied over to give him more space as he leaned against the wall next to you.

“It’s fine. Sam’s a bed hog. I’m used to it.” You assured him.

“Oh, yeah, I learned that once.” Steve scoffed. “This place in Germany. A lot like this one. He’s not very accommodating.”

“No, not when it comes to sleep,” You muttered.

“Chatterbox,” Steve remarked as he unlocked his phone. “As is Bucky today… uncharacteristically.”

Your own phone buzzed as Steve opened up his messages. You lifted your own screen and cautiously swiped up. ‘How long til he’s asleep? I’m so hard it hurts.’ Sam’s message had you framing the phone with your hand in shame.

‘Don’t get me worked up,’ You warned as you shifted beside Steve.

‘I was just looking at those photos you sent on Valentines. I can’t help myself.’

‘Stop :/’

‘You know I can’t. That little outfit was too much. Tell me you still have it.’

‘He’s going to see. Stop.’

You coughed and flipped your phone as you sensed movement along your peripheral. You peeked over at Steve but he just stared at his phone as he typed with his thumbs slowly. Maybe you were overly paranoid. You looked at your screen again.

‘You look just as good without it.’ Sam’s text made your stomach knot.

‘You never seemed too picky :P’

‘I bet you look just as good now. What are you wearing, baby?’ 

You wanted to laugh at him. You weren’t exactly dressed to the nines. ‘Sweats and a tank. Very sexy.’

‘Oo u know I love ur ass in sweats’.

‘Haha, sure’.

You heard a growl from beside you and quickly lowered your phone. You looked at Steve as he shook his head at his own cell.

“Sorry, Bucky’s just… being Bucky.” He blackened his phone and sat up. He tucked it under his pillow and yawned. “I think I’m just going to sleep. I’ve been on the road all day.”

“Sure,” You said. “I’ll get the light.”

“You don’t have to sleep yet.” He slid down onto his back. “I don’t mind.”

“Nah, I’m pretty tired myself.” You said.

You left your phone on the mattress as you stood and pulled the string of the hanging bulb. The space went black and you carefully toed your way back to the bed. As you got onto the mattress you nearly landed on Steve and apologized as you righted yourself. You fished out your phone as you laid atop the covers.

“Night,” You said as you held your phone to your stomach.

“Night,” He echoed.

You rolled onto your side, your back to him, and dimmed your screen. You unlocked your phone again. ‘When you get home, I’m taking you to dinner and you’re not wearing panties.’

‘Ur so bad.’

‘Not as bad as you, baby’.

'You really gotta stop. I need sleep.'

'I'll leave you alone if you send me something to tide me over ;)'

'Steve is right here'.

'When he's asleep. Trust me, he's out like a light after dark.'

'I'll try… no promises.'

You hid your phone and listened. Steve barely moved and you could only hear his breath as it slowed to a steady lull. 

You rolled onto your back an glanced over at him. His eyes were closed and no tension marred his face. You bit the tip of your tongue and sat up. 

You kept watch over him as you opened your camera. You turned on your flash and flipped it around. You had one shot in the dark. You pulled down your tank top, goosebumps as the fear of getting caught tickled your skin. You lined up your finger and clicked as you gave as coy a look as you could manage.

Flash, snap, you quickly laid back down and pulled up your shirt. You were on your side as you checked the pic. Not bad… you sent it and held in a giggle. Your phone buzzed not long after.

'Oh baby that will def get me thru the nite'. You sent a heart and a kissy emoji in reply and told him you had to go to sleep. 

He returned the sentiment and you set your phone on the floor, content to wait until your homecoming for a release of the heat pooling in your core.

You closed your eyes and yawned. You really were tired.

💤

Steve sighed. She was asleep. He could tell as her heart slowed and her breaths evened out. He had fought to keep still until she did; as she had continued her texting, and even as she had chanced to take that naughty photo. And right beside him!

It was hard to keep his cool as he laid next to her. As she got out of the shower, he’d chanced to look up and see her through the crack of the door before she wrapped herself in a towel. And then he had barely been able to keep his eyes on her face as her nipples stuck out beneath the cotton of her tank. 

And next to her. Her warmth seeping into him. He could sense her nerves as Sam goaded her through her phone. As she did a poor job at hiding her screen and he pretended to be distracted by her own. She had completely missed that he’d open the tracking app with the little dot that blipped right over them. The very one that told her where she was at all times.

It’s how he found her all alone in the safe house. Convenient that it was so small but he had a plan either way. He’d been fantasizing about this very moment for months. Close to a year. Every time he saw her it got harder to act normal. Often he just shut down and went quiet. And seeing her with Sam…

His hand was on the waist of his track pants, fingertips picking at the elastic. He’d been hard all night, at this point, throbbing. He flinched as his hand brushed his erection through his pants. He let out a strained breath through his teeth and shivered.

He peeked over at her. In her sleep, she’d turned on her side to face him. She looked peaceful and yet a shadow of that naughty grin she’d given to her phone remained. Steve began to rub himself through the thin crotch of his track pants. He groaned. Looking at her, it felt even better. Her airy snores, just a hiss between her pouted lips, kept time as he stoked himself.

His other hand grasped hers. What was he doing? He dragged her hand from where it laid bent before her chest and he pushed it down until it was next to his. He slid it beneath and held it to his hard dick as it twitched. He swallowed a grunt as he used her palm to pleasure himself.

She murmured and he let go of her. Her hand fell between them but she didn’t wake. She fell onto her back and brought her arm up over her head, her elbow barely missing his temple. She grumbled and her breaths petered out once more. He watched her for a moment and admired the way her tank top had been pulled askew and her sweats had rolled lower on her hips.

He couldn’t help but trace the elastic with his fingers, grazing the skin bared just above. She didn’t react, didn’t move, didn’t make a noise. He pushed beneath her pants, just a little. He felt the smooth skin of her pelvis as he watched her face. Her eyes didn’t flutter open and she didn’t stir to stop him. He tickled the trimmed hair further down and he let out a long shaky breath.

He traced the line of her cunt and carefully dipped his finger between her folds. She was wet despite her unconsciousness. His fingertip slid over her clit and she let out a moan that ended in a nasally snore. He watched her cheek twitch but she still didn’t wake. He pressed another finger down and flicked down and back up. He dragged his fingers along until she began to slicken.

He withdrew his hand and kept his eyes on her. She pushed her arm down over her face and arched her back as she stretched, a sleep grumble as she wiggled beside him. He brushed his fingers along his lips and tasted her. He looked her over and felt the deep pain of his arousal. It was more than that, it was an insatiable and overwhelming need.

He sat up, careful no to jostle her. His hand crawled down her thigh and he sidled over as he inched her legs apart. He lifted himself onto his knees and turned to climb between hers. He stopped as he knelt above her and she still was completely unaware. 

He waited a moment before he grasped the waist of her sweats. His hands slipped around and he eased them past her ass as he lifted her. She was putty in his hands. Dead weight as her chest rose and fell without disturbance.

He rolled her pants down a little more. And more. And more. He stared at the soft outlines of her nudity as he bared her and drew her pants down her legs. He backed off the mattress and untangled her feet. He got back between her knees and ran his palms along her naked legs. Goosebumps rose at his touch and she moaned but her arm remained over her eyes and she only muttered between snores.

He paused and leaned over his side of the mattress. He grabbed his phone from under his pillow and quickly swiped it open. He clicked on the camera and turned the flash on. He grasped the top of the tank top and pulled until the straps slid down her arms and her chest came free. He snapped a picture, then another with his hand on her tit. Then he bent to take her nipple in his mouth and suckled until his cock was sore.

He pulled back and looked over her as he set his phone aside. His little doll. 

Steve slid his hands down onto the mattress and bent over her. His nose grazed her tuft of hair and he inhaled her scent. He hummed in delight. He nuzzled her closer and poked his tongue out along her folds. He delved deeper and teased her clit and a sharp breath had him frozen. He glanced up but she was still asleep. 

He flicked his tongue and she squeaked again. He loved that sound. He remembered that sound, dreamt of it since he’d first heard. Her and Sam never seemed to have much shame or perhaps it was a lack of awareness. That day in the training room when they thought they were alone; when they didn’t know he was just outside the door, kept from his own workout as they wrestled on the mats.

He brought his hand up to feel along her entrance. He poked a finger inside her and felt how tight she was. He added another finger and imagined her around his cock as he had a hundred times before. He lapped at her hungrily and curled his fingers inside her. Her walls constricted as her orgasm built and he guided her through it. He felt it and heard the stifled pattern of her breath as she crested the peak.

He slowed and peeked up at her. He withdrew his hand and reluctantly parted as he sat up. Her arm had slipped from her face and bent around her pillow. He could hear her heartbeat as it raced and yet she was asleep still. How could she not have woken?

Steve gripped the top of his pants. He looked down at his hands as if they weren't his own. He rose and stepped out of his track pants and swiped his shirt over his head. His hands glossed over his hot torso and his chest threatened to burst as every sense was magnified. He needed her. He could have her. Like this.

He bent and took his phone again. He switched to record and the flash bloomed to life. He angled the lens over every inch of her as he watched the screen. He backed up and went to the counter. He propped his phone up against the side of the bag, adjusting it until it focused on the mattress. He wanted to remember it even if she didn’t.

His fingers wrapped around his cock and he stroked himself and neared the bed. He groaned and lowered himself before her. He bent her legs around him as he bent over her. He slid his arm beneath her head and it lolled into the crook of his elbow. He pressed his tip to her folds and slickened himself with her arousal.

He prodded at her entrance and held his breath. He watched her face in the dark as he pushed into her. She stretched around his tip and her breath rushed along his thick bicep. He went deeper, unable to stop as her warmth beckoned to him. He was halfway in and felt as if he couldn’t go any further. She was so tight and yet he had too. He wanted all of her.

He held his breath and thrust to his limit. She gasped and her head turned suddenly as her eyes snapped open. The shock in her face was startling and somehow intoxicating. She blinked as she mumbled in confusion and she brought her hands up against his chest as she tried to shove him off. He jerked his hips and she cried out.

“S-Steve…” She gulped as she felt his thick muscles helplessly. “What are you--”

He pulled back and thrust into her again. Her legs tensed against him and her body arched beneath him. He hushed her and smothered her lips with his. She tried to pull away but she was trapped under his weight; in his strength. He liked the way she writhed, the way her tongue tried to force his out, the way her nails dug into the skin of his chest, the frantic noises that he swallowed up.

💤

You were so full it hurt. Your heart beat faster than ever as your eyes searched the dark. All you could see was the shadow of the man atop you, feel his sheer strength as he cradled your head with his thick arm and moved his body atop yours. You clawed at his chest as you squeezed him with your thighs, trying to get him off of you but only seeming to draw him deeper.

You pushed your head to the side as you finally tore your lips from his and gulped at the air. His motion built steadily as his groans seeped into you and made your stomach turn. 

At first, you hadn’t known where you were. It took a moment to recall the safe house and the mission that had led you there. Another to remember Steve’s unexpected arrival and your hasty texts before you resigned to sleep. And another to realise what he was doing to you. To realise that while you were terrified, it felt good. To battle with yourself and your weak body.

“Steve…” You rasped as his wet lips crushed against your cheek and his hips moved steadily against you. “Stop. What are you-- Sam…” You could barely form a thought, let alone speak. “Please--”

“I couldn’t wait any longer.” He growled as he sped up. “You’re so good. So tight.”

“Steve--”

“Mmm, say it again.” His other hand gripped your hip as he tilted into you. “I love my name in your mouth.”

“No, no, no,” You murmured. “Why--”

He impaled you sharply and your voice fizzled in your throat. He rested his weight on you as he sank into you completely and held himself there. Carefully he rolled onto his side and took you with him. He hooked your leg around his side as your other was trapped under him. His arms wrapped around you as he rocked into you.

He grabbed your leg and bent it even higher, straining your muscles as he crashed into you harder and deeper. You beat on his shoulder and threw your head back as you tried to resist the swelling in your core.

“It’s okay,” He purred. “You can cum for me.”

“St-e-ve,” You stuttered and grasped his shoulder. “Why--”

“Can I cum in you?” He asked as he grabbed your head and made you look at him. A light shone from behind him. You hadn’t noticed that before. “I gotta-- I’m gonna fill you up.”

“No, no…” You pushed helplessly. He wasn’t wearing a condom, you could tell. The thought made you sick. “You can’t--”

“I can’t--” He rolled you onto your back once more. 

He pinned your hips down with his large hands as he raised himself on his needs and rutted into you without restraint. You felt as if your pelvis would snap as his grunts filled the small house. You clung to the pillows around your head and your body constricted in an unexpected and unwanted climax.

“That-- It--” He snarled as his motion turned relentless. “I’m-- gonna-- ugh…”

His voice trailed off and his hips snapped harshly against you as he came. You felt his heat as it coated your walls and he eased himself still as he lowered his body back down to yours. He pecked your lips and you turned your head away.

“Why…” Your voice crackled. 

He hummed and nuzzled your cheek. “That was good, wasn’t it?”

“Get off of me,” You sneered. “Steve,” You slapped him and he recoiled. “Off!”

He grunted and pulled out of you as he pushed himself onto his knees. His cum leaked from your cunt as you sat up and he got to his feet. Your entire body tingled and you were shaking. You stood, your legs wobbly, and Steve’s shadow blotted out the bright light the beamed across the space.

“What is that?” You asked as you reached between your legs to wipe the cum smeared on your thighs.

“A keepsake.” The flash on his phone suddenly went out as he tapped the screen. “To look back on.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You stomped towards him and reached for his phone. “How could you--”

“Don’t worry,” He held the phone above him. “Sam will never know… unless I want him too.”

“No…” You stared up at his face shrouded in darkness. “How…” 

You blinked as tears rose and a hollow chill swept through you. You spun away from him and stumbled to the bathroom. You slammed the door as a sob caught in your throat. The damn thing would stay shut. You punched it as you swallowed back your tears.

You flipped on the light and pushed yourself away from the door and it creaked. You turned the sink on, the cold water numbing as you tried to wash away his cum from your cunt. When you finished, you let the tap run and looked into the mirror. You didn’t look like yourself. You didn’t feel like yourself.

And Steve, he couldn’t have been himself.

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Ceremonial Kisses (Part 1 of 3)

Part 2

So I decided to try my hand at the “Marinette, the princess of China” trope and see how I did! Tell me what you think?

Also, the first chapter is going to be fluffy, the second chapter’ll have a sprinkling of salt, and the third chapter will be a mix of piles and piles of salt and some fluff. Be warned!

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“I’ve got a big, big, big announcement for you today, class!“ Bustier chirped, clapping her hands to get their attention. “China’s princess will be coronated in a week and a half, the day she turns 18, as many of you know, and one class from the school will be selected to travel to China and watch the ceremony. Guess which class it was?“

“Uhhh…Mme. Mendeleiev’s!“

“Ooh, M. D’Argencourt’s? They’ve wanted that trip for weeks!“

“No, class, it’s ours! In three days, we’ll board the plane to Asia and have a few days to sightsee and explore, then attend the coronation on the second-to-last day!“

“Wow! Why our class?“ Kim asked.

Marinette knew exactly why. Marc had told her that the entire school was sick of Lila’s lies and wanted to enjoy the coronation without her butting in in the middle of the assembly to tell a ‘story’ about herself.

But she couldn’t just say that.

“You know, I actually know the princess,“ Lila said, immediately drawing the attention of everyone in the room. “But her identity is being kept a secret for now. That’s how we landed the trip!“

“Wow, Lila!“

“That’s amazing!“

“So cool of you.“

“They know that’s stupid, right?“ Alya stage-whispered, earning a glare from Lila’s new puppy–more commonly known as Kim. She shrugged. “I’m just tellin’ the truth!“

Alya, who was now her only other supporter next to Nino (and technically Adrien, but she’d discuss that later–it was very complicated), had decided to Google Lila’s name during a sleepover and found…some rather incriminating Facebook posts.

After that, she was 100% team Marinette and an amazing friend, along with Nino, who had decided that he needed a theme song. No one knew why.

But they loved him anyways!

So while Bustier was rattling off facts about Chinese emperors and kings and queens, Nino was showing them his latest idea to expose Lila.

“Okay,“ he started. “First, we go to China. Then we do our sightseeing and shit, and then. I did some research, and we can ask the princess questions if we’re with a national news channel. Alya’s blog counts. For real, we can talk to the princess of China. And we ask her if she knows Lila.“

“Brilliant plan, Nino. I wonder how the princess will react to a few teenagers in the middle of a crowd of famous people.“

Nino frowned. “The princess is only, like, 17. She’ll probably notice us, Als.”

“Oh, that reminds me, your birthday’s on the same day as the coronation, Marinette! Weird, isn’t it? That you and the princess have the same birthday?“ Alya asked, pulling out her phone and swiping through something.

“Huh, yeah. You’re right. Maybe we can invite her to my birthday party?“

“Ooh, the wiki page says she likes custard buns, and I’m not sure how they know that,“ Nino chuckled. “but make sure to stock up on those.“

“Noted,“ Marinette said drily as Bustier turned to them with a condemning look on her face. “Alya! I hope what you’re doing on that phone relates to the lesson!“

“China’s princess’s identity is being kept a secret because the last two were sent death threats, dangerous items, highly innapropriate items, and several other things that prompted them to not reveal the princess until it was necessary.“

“C-correct, Alya. Good job.“

“Nice!“ Marinette mouthed, high-fiving Alya, who flipped her phone around to reveal a website about the princess.

                                                           -🌸-

The final bell rang as several of the students cheered. One school day until the trip over, three more to go. Alya swung her bag over her shoulder and bumped Marinette’s elbow. “We goin’ to your place to hang out?”

“Yeah, my dad’s out anyways and mom closed the bakery for the afternoon. let’s go!“ Alya took Nino’s hand and walked the short distance to Marinette’s house. They entered and immediately felt something off.

Ah, there it was.

Sabine was leaning over the counter with a cup of very strong-smelling peppermint tea beside her. She was rubbing her temples and muttering to herself in rapid Mandarin.

“Maman? Are you alright?“ Marinette asked worriedly. Alya and Nino stood by the door–they had only seen her like this once before, when her cousin had been run over and killed.

“Yes, dear, everything’s okay, it’s just–there’s something I need to tell you.“

“Oh, no, did something happen to someone?“

“No, no, everyone’s just fine. I can’t not tell you without there being serious problems.“

“So what is it? What’s so important you had to close the bakery?“

“You’re the princess. China’s princess. The one nobody knows about.“

“I’m what?!“ Marinette screeched, grabbing at her hair. “I’m the heir to the throne of the most populated country in the world, and you waited until a week before the coronation to tell me?!“

“Holy shit.“ Alya and Nino said simultaneously. Sabine stared at them, likely just realizing they were there.

“Oh. They know now, too. Perfect, that’s just what we need, a reporter knowing who–“

“Maman! Alya wouldn’t tell a soul, I know she wouldn’t.“

Sabine turned to Alya. “I’m sorry, dear, I’m just stressed. With that trip to China in a few days and all that, we’ll have to close down the bakery for about a week.”

“And we never close down the bakery.“ Marinette finished, putting a steady hand on her mom’s shoulder. “But I know just the person to run it while we’re gone.“

As she was about to say who exactly would run the bakery, Nino backed into the door, wide-eyed.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. My best friend…holy shit.“

“Nino, I know this is a lot, but we’ll have to stay calm,“ Alya said, grabbing his hand. “So we don’t spill her secret. That’s top priority, all right? Don’t–tell–anyone.“

Nino sighed. “Sorry, babe. This…“ he turned to Marinette. “Do you have any cookies?“

Marinette grinned and led them into the kitchen. “Of course! Chocolate chunk or raspberry frosted?“

“Raspberry, all the way!“

“There’s the Nino I know!“

After a quick cookie interval, Marinette pushed her plate away and sighed. “Anyone up for an impromptu sleepover? You all left a bunch of your clothes here the last few times.”

“Marinette. If you know us, you will know our answers.“ Alya said solemnly.

“Hell yeah. Wanna go choose which terrible rom-com to watch this time?“

They ended up settling on The Kissing Booth, one of Marinette’s personal favorites (”To lighten the tension, you know?” Alya had said. “Although the tension in here probably weighs the same as an obese hippopotamus at this point.”) and made a bowl of caramel popcorn, with a tiny bag of sea-salt Skinny Pop for Nino.

“Sugar on popcorn is a crime, man. I ain’t touching that.“

“You’ve tried it once, Nino.“

“Yes, and I hated it. Is there anything else to be said?“

So they spent the next two hours in a blanket fort that was made almost entirely of throw pillows laughing over Elle and Noah and Lee being idiots, with a few highlights such as the iconic “Ninth grade skirt, eleventh grade body” scene, where Alya snorted and said “You know, Lila’s skipped so much school, might as well be ninth grade brain, eleventh grade work.”

“Too true,“ Nino agreed. “The other day, she called Chloe’s mom Aurora Bourgeois. That was a pretty major mess-up.”

“Shhh! Let’s just watch the movie!“ Marinette said, effectively quieting them down.

They watched the rest in silence with the usual laughs., ending up falling asleep halfway through the second movie, snuggled up on their respective couches. Marinette mother shook them awake the next morning, telling them to take showers and eat breakfast and get dressed and for god’s sake, Marinette, finish your homework.

“Crap, crap, crapcrapcrap! Nino, we’re going to be late if we don’t get ready fast!“ Alya shouted as Marinette ran up the stairs to change. “Can I use your shower, M?“

“Sure!“ was the muffled reply.

After about 10 minutes of running around and shoving waffles in their mouths, they grabbed their bags and ran off to school.

They burst through the door in the nick of time, the bell ringing just as they plunked down their things.

Bustier wasn’t there five minutes into the class, so they started talking.

“Marinette, you have to listen to Nino’s latest track, it’s–“ Just as she was about to describe Nino’s latest track, a bouncy-ball the size of a walrus snashed through the wall, nearly taking off Kim’s head.

There was a cackle from outside. “I am Gradack! You will all feel the same sorrow that I did!“

                                                          -🌸-

The fight was over relatively fast, and everything was calmed down and restored before their next class. Turns out Chat Noir didn’t show, so Marinette had to ask Alya for assistance.

In hindsight, she probably should have picked a better place to transform.

“Tikki, spots on!“ After she transformed, she was about to go to Fu to get one of the Miraculous, when she heard a strangled gasp.

“…shit.“

“My best friend is the princess of goddamn China and Ladybug? What the fuck?! Who are you? How did I not know? When did–“

“Alya, I know the feeling, but you can’t tell anyone. Got it?“

“Nino?“

“Well,“ Marinette paused to think. “Yeah, I guess. I trust him enough. Now, take this and transform!“ she tossed Alya the hexagonal box, and after a quick transformation, they ran off to defeat the saddened graduate of an akuma.

As she said, it was an easy fight.

They comforted the victim with four minutes (each) to spare, then ran back to the locker rooms to transform back.

                                                   Time Skip!

It was the morning of the flight to China, and she was ecstatic. Of course, she had to get up at 3:45 in the morning, but it was worth it–the flight took off at six in the morning, of course.

She could see the logic of wanting to arrive at 12:00, but she would’ve much preferred a red-eye.

Then she wouldn’t have had to stay up all night reading, because no way in hell would she just wake up at 3:45 in the morning.

The alarm would’ve had to go off for hours.

But back to the morning, she poured herself a sasquatch-sized mug of coffee, with about a gallon of cream and enough sugar to put an entire city of diabetics into shock, she started getting dressed.

Trudging around and haphazardly pulling out shirts, she finally decided on a simple red-and-orange flannel, a white t-shirt, and a pair of cropped jeans.

The she downed the rest of her coffee with an apathetic “Bottoms up!” and slapped her cheeks.

She grapped her suitcase and walked outside to where her mother was typing away on a laptop in the pitch-black night.

“Mom, why are you up?“

“Because I have to drive you to the airport, that’s why. And no alarm would be able to wake me up at 3 in the morning.“

“Preach. I’m ready to go, so can we get in the car now?“

After driving to the airport and saying goodbye to her mom, she walked into the airport and immediately saw the group of sleepy teens (and a certain disheveled teacher) leaning on their suitcases, trying not to fall asleep.

Nino and Marinette were already there, their eyelids drooping. The only person who looked properly awake was Sabrina, who was–inevitably–holding a saucer out to Chloé, who was sipping from a teacup.

Alya rolled her eyes and walked over to Marinette and Nino. “Who’re we missing?”

“Kim and Rose. They’re carpooling, so they should be here any minute.“

Just as Marinette had said, a few seconds later, Rose and Kim walked into the airport. Kim was still wearing pajama pants.

                                           Another Time Skip!

“Marinette.“ Alya groaned, shaking Marinette’s shoulders. “Marinette, wake up, we’re here.“

Marinette’s eyes fluttered open. “No. Five more minutes.”

“Everyone else is already off the plane!“

“Shit. Let’s go!“ Marinette said, jumping up, grabbing her purse (which she had recently learned concealed a kwami) and scrambling out the door.

Alya picked up the mini-backpack she now carried (which held Trixx, cookies, and some grape jelly) and followed her out the door.

Almost as soon as they stepped off the plane, they heard a loud wail.

“Great. She’s back on her bullshit.“

“I just can’t believe she would steal that, Lila! It’s so unlike her!“

“M-maybe, but there’s p-proof! Look!“

“Oh, great, what did we do this time?“ Alya asked exasperatedly. They watched as Lila held out the remains of–from what they could see from a meter away–a sketch of an orange mermaid gown with a black lace collar, ripped into quarters and laid out on the ground.

Marinette gasped beside her.

“That’s your dress, isn’t it?“

A small tear made its way down Marinette’s face. “It was going to be for you,” she said softly.

Alya threw her arms around Marinette and rubbed her shoulders. “It’s okay, sweetie. Once you’re princess, we’ll sue her for all she’s worth.”

Marinette detached herself from Alya and wiped her eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, thanks, Alya.”

                                                         -🌸-

Nino stormed up to where Alya and Marinette were standing with a furious expression on his face.

“That fox,“ he seethed. “that bitchy little fox of a liar stole your drawing.“

Marinette chuckled wetly. “Yeah, we know.“

“Are you okay? I know how important they are to you.“

“I’m fine, Nino, and o–who the hell are you?“ A man in an oddly formal suit was standing next to her, holding out a small red envelope.

Marinette plucked the envelope from his fingers, opened it, and read the contents. She looked up and nodded at the suit-wearing guy.

“Good. In that case, Miss Dupain-Cheng, I’m going to need you to come with me.“ Alya and Nino immediately stepped in front of her in a protective shield.

“She’s not in trouble, is she?“

The strange man looked surprisingly amused. “Not at all–but you might want to come with us, too. You as well, headphone-boy.”

Nino put a hand on his chest and gasped in offense.

“Nino. He’s going to drive us to the palace. You’re coming, too, ya doof!“ Nino made a noise of realization and followed them out to where a black limousine was waiting.

They climbed in and drove off.

About five minutes into the drive, he moved his foot to the side, accidentally kicking a black box.

Just as he was preparing his final goodbyes, it sprung open, and inside was a junk food lover’s heaven.

“Dude.“

#ml #ml salt #ml salt fic #marinette dupain cheng #marinette deserves better #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #alya sugar #nino sugar #lila rossi #lila salt #lila bashing #adrien agreste #adrien salt #adrien bashing #marinette the princess of china #WHY ARE YOU READING THE TAGS

[kuroowo]

Risotto x GN!Reader // Ghiaccio x GN!Reader

Summary - HCs on how Ris & Ghia would respond to the classic see up ur skirt on a ladder trope😩👌🏼

Note - Gender Neutral reader wearing Ris/Ghia’s fav pair of (the reader’s) undies on them 💜 This was also reposted from my old account!

Warning - NOT/SFW (mentions of cockwarm, capo kink?, fingering, & implied sex)

WC - 887

Risotto Nero

I can see 3 types of reactions depending on his mood & situation

But in ALL situations, he will be sporting a small blush 😳 as his initial reaction before he proceeds with the following 😗

1) If he isn’t swamped with work & he’s horny? You’re getting finger fucked right on the ladder babey🤩

His left hand holding you steady by the waist while his right hand is just jack hammering into your Receptive hole

And when you cum for the second time in a row, he’s gonna step on that ladder and fuck into you hard, bottoming out with each thrust

Don’t worry tho bc he won’t mess up ur outfit. Why? Simple. He likes what he sees… a lot✨

“If only you could see yourself, m’amore… your skirt flipped up with my favourite pushed aside and digging into your flesh… all to receive my cock… meraviglioso.”

He’ll also be holding onto the bolted in bookcase, so no one’s getting hurt Today😤 Safety First y’all 🥴

2) If he‘s horny, but has too much work? Cockwarm, COCKWARM, C O C K W A R M-

“Will you sit on Capo’s cock, m’amore?”

Ugh what a gentleman😩🥴🤪

If u stay still until the end, he’s gonna fuck ur brains out & make u cum so good :’) Ass bent over & propped up on his desk bc he wants to see what got him horny in the first place 😌✨

If u won’t stay still then he’s gonna slide his dick out until u promise to be good 😤 and then fuck you a little rougher (still good as hell tho lmao so who’s the Real winner🥴). Will also slap your thigh and snap the bands of your underwear against your flesh to ‘put you in your place’ 🤷🏻‍♀️

BUT if u see that he gets way too stressed tho, pls start grinding on him to help him with stress relief 🥺 he’ll reward you very well 🤩

“You’re so good to me… you noticed how stressed I was and wanted to help me, right? Now let Capo return the favour.”

3) If he’s not horny at all? He’ll let you know he can see what you’re flashing & maybe give a compliment.

“I can see what’s underneath your skirt, m’amore. It looks good on you… as always.”

Would tell u to be a little careful when there’s strong wind or when u have to reach up high tho bc perverts everywhere 🤡

I’m looking at you Melone & Illuso (& maybe Formaggio too) 👁👁

Lol but that wouldn’t happen tbh since they have enough common sense & respect & fear to even think mess with you :) (and also with Risotto, their Assasin Boss, by extension)

Ghiaccio

I kinda picture him as a hotheaded Tsun, so he’ll go through a few stages to process it

Setting: Sees that you’re on a ladder trying to reach something & it’s on the same level as something he wants too, so he walks up & was about to ask you but once he looks up… ✨the undies he bought just for u✨

Freezes (HAHA) in place

Blushes Hard

Pushes up his glasses in a futile attempt to hide his blush (from who lol)

He would open his mouth, about to ask you why’re you on a ladder with that skirt on where everyone can possibly peek under and see ur undies that he bought for u

But then he thinks to himself that he’s not your parent or your owner or anything like that so you can do whatever you want because it’s your body and he’d be stupid to think he has any autonomy of it outside of bed (🥴), but do you know that you’re risking flashing others right now? You must know right?? Your butt must be able to feel the wind WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING RN but if he brings this up he’s gonna seem like a pervert like why TF was he looking up your skirt in the first place BUT ITS OUT IN THE OPEN SO HE’S NOT REALLY A PERVERT RIGHT I MEAN HE DIDNT MEAN TO LOOK FUCK-

It’s a lose-lose situation for Ice Gremlin™️

So when you finally notice him, he’s red as hell (for many reasons 🤩)

“Ghia? You want something?”

You meant from the shelf but at this point he’s like fuck yes I want to Fuck YOU-

“NO.”

Stomps away like the big baby he is HAHHAHA

You wanna say you’re a little confused but you knew what was happening so 🥴🤘🏼

But before you can go console him, he stomps back in (a little more composed after blowing freezing wind at his dick face) & he starts to grumble and glare at you while his hands start to grab at your asscheeks

“You damn tease. Is this how you want to play? I’ll show what you get when you do this shit to me!”

Sounds rude as hell, but you know he won’t do anything you wouldn’t like anyways so pls enjoy the closet fucking that will follow 😌✨

I say closet fucking bc he’s not about to risk anyone on the team getting a peak at y’all’s private session 😤

Meraviglioso - Italian for ‘marvelous’ or ‘wonderful’

#risotto x reader #risotto nero #ghiaccio x reader #ghiaccio #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #vento aureo #jjba.hcs #black.hole #moonchild.anon