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shdo-xplosion · 11 months

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HEAT • e. todoroki •°. *࿐

warnings: stepcest, periods, period sex, fingering, infidelity (not really dwelled upon), use of “daddy”, enji is a human heating pad *1.3k words

notes: its about to be that time of the month *sob sob* and i am in a bad brain mood that makes me wanna do nothing except cuddle with my heating pad so here we are! manga cap colored n edited by moi (*꒦ິ³꒦ີ)

Enji hates seeing you like this, his little angel, overtaken by fatigue and pain. You’ve been lounging on the couch for most of the day, moving from one position to another in hopes of finding temporary relief. Enji had been eyeing the calendar in preparation, picking a few things up from the nearby store so that you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty head.

But soft silicon discs and organic chocolate can only do so much. You keep swapping out your heating pad for the full heated blanket, keep curling up only to get up and walk around, and Enji can only take so much whining. It’s not that he’s irritated—never with you—he just hates seeing you in pain.

“Come here, baby,” he sighs, taking a seat on the far end of the couch and patting one of his humongous thighs.

You look at him with a hesitant sort of hope, “are you sure, daddy?” waiting for him to nod before scrambling over and slotting yourself on his lap.

You sit facing him, chest to chest, your head resting on his burly shoulder as Enji allows his hands to heat up. He slips them under your threadbare shirt, placing them on the small of your back just over your kidneys. Your relieved sigh comes out as more of a moan, your body melting against his.

Enji has gotten better about keeping his hands off of you, his precious step-daughter. What started as a curiosity turned into an accident that formed a habit. A very bad habit. It isn’t illegal. You’re in your twenties for Christ’s sake. But, it isn’t right. Enji shouldn’t be touching you like this. But, you want him to, especially on days like this.

“I know you’re the number one hero n’ all,” you hum, nuzzling against his throat, “and your job is to fight villains, but… I think your true calling is period relief.”

Enji laughs deeply, slowly working his thumbs into your back. “I don’t do this for just anyone, you know.”

“I know, I know.” You place a feather light kiss to his neck, and Enji damns himself when he feels his cock twitch under you. “Just saying. If hero work doesn’t pan out…”

He doesn’t respond, trying to stay in his right mind as you shift over him. You get comfortable where you lean against him, legs parted on either side of him, and for a little while Enji just sits and watches the asinine drama you have playing on the TV, rubbing small circles into your muscles.

It isn’t like he’s had these feelings since you were young. You and your mother came into his life when you were nearly 18 already, and his mind didn’t start betraying him until a few years after that. Enji isn’t sure if it’s the slew of worthless boys you keep bringing around to meet him, the constant threats on your life, or his own struggle with mortality, but something has Enji going a little crazy in recent months. Something is giving him an insatiable need to protect and take care of you. To make you his.

He doesn’t look at you the same way he looks at his other children, nor does he see you the same way he saw Rei or how he sees your mother. You're something else entirely. Quirkless but fearless, a force to be reckoned with yet so easy to be brought to your knees when it’s your dear daddy asking.

It was just a one time thing when you came home crying after a break up and Enji helped you forget about that stupid boy. Just a special occasion when you got all dressed up for the gala and Enji took you in your bedroom after everyone else had gone ahead. And, all the nights he saunters into your room while you’re knuckle deep in your pussy, trying so hard to get yourself off—that’s just so you can both get some rest. He doesn’t want you like that because it would be wrong. No way for the Number One hero to behave or think. They’re just little lapses in judgment here and there.

“Daddy?”

Enji grunts in response, toes curling at the sound of your voice cooing such a suggestively innocent title.

“Still hurts,” you whisper.

He warms his hands against your back a bit more, palms probably an uncomfortable temperature to anyone who isn’t seeking heat therapy.

“Any better?”

You shake your head, rubbing your face back and forth into his neck. “Inside. It’s…” He can hear your teeth slide against one another as you clench your jaw tightly. “Just hurts.”

He feels the way you spread your legs further, bearing down on him. It isn’t subtle. You may not be saying it with your mouth, but you’re all but rubbing your covered pussy over his hardening cock, a silent plea.

“You think that’ll help?” Enji questions, well aware of his baritone voice and the effect it has on you.

You shiver in his lap and nod. “S’long as you’re gentle.”

Tilting his head to the side, he guides your chin on his shoulder until you’re eye to eye with one another. “Aren’t I always?” Enji hasn’t always been known to be a soft man. In fact, his reputation has always been about being cruel, harsh, with no room for mercy. Things change over time, though, and even if they hadn’t, you would be the exception.

He helps you off of him so that you can shimmy out of your cloth shorts and panties. You tell him these are special made for periods, to absorb blood, “but if you want me to put a disc in really quick…”

Enji hushes you, fighting not to roll his eyes. “I’m not scared of a little blood, honey.”

To prove his point, he guides you back to his lap, slipping two thick fingers between your folds. Enji doesn’t push them further, just gathers the warm fluid coating your lips, teasing your hole with it. You grip his shoulders, face scrunched up.

“I’m going to give you one now, hm?” he warns, slowly delving his middle finger into the heat of your cunt. You take him easily, aided by your arousal and blood. As promised, Enji is slow and careful as he stretches you, watching for your expression to relax before adding his second finger.

“Alright, turn around, sweet girl,” he softly commands, waiting for you to face outward before guiding your hips down to meet his. Your body tenses when his fat cockhead slips into you, and Enji holds still so that you can adjust to his size. He lets you set the pace from there, delighting in the way that you slowly ease yourself down on his cock. Little by little, inch by inch, your walls spasming around his length until you settle right in his lap.

You let out a shaky breath, legs trembling, but it all goes away when Enji ushers you to his chest, letting you lean back as he places his hot hands over the lower part of your tummy. The angle has his cock pressed against your front wall, spongy tissue swelling around him, and just like that you find your relief.

“Feels so much better,” you say. Your voice isn’t slurred or all pleasure-rich despite Enji being able to feel your body’s reaction to him. No, you are content, at peace after a full day of discomfort.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod and giggle, “need to remember this for next time. Who needs Midol when I can just have this cock?”

Enji groans, shifting his hips to push his tip straight against your cervix.

“You can have it whenever you need, angel,” he mutters, brushing his lips over your shoulder and expertly kneading the tender skin of your hips. “Just say the word and daddy will come to your rescue.”

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ofsappho · 9 months

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Summertime Sadness (part 1)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Second chance romance, heavy angst, hurt/very little comfort

Later’s better than never… right?

Ten years ago, Simon and you met at the same therapeutic boarding school. You fought, he said some shit, he left. He thought he’d never see you again.

Until one day, a hospital calls and informs him that you’ve listed him as your emergency contact.

(title from the song by Lana Del Rey)

Tags: mental illness, abuse, addiction, self harm, suicidality/suicidal ideation/suicide attempts, angsty shit in general, Ghost being very mean as a fucked up 17 year old boy

There’s an old battered flip phone he hides in the back of his locker wherever he’s deployed. Ghost doesn’t turn it on all that often. Everyone who knows the number is dead.

But sometimes he does, just to stare at the contacts and click through the photos and remember what it was like to talk to them.

Today is one of those days.

He can only take so much talk from his team about families, friends, dogs waiting back home, and pretty girls before feeling the urge to break things.

So he excuses himself to hide in the bathroom like a fucking pussy and takes the phone with him. Simon can pretend he’s waiting for his own phone call from people who love him for a few minutes. Then he promises himself that he’ll put it away and not touch it for another six months.

It takes forever to power on. It’s still janky from the last time Ghost threw it at a wall, it seems.

One (1) missed call.

…What?

They left a voicemail.

His fingers shake as he listens to it.

There’s a long, tinny beep. “Hi, Mr. Riley, I’m…” A woman says in a rushed, businesslike manner. “I’m one of the nurses at-“ Ghost hears a bustle of background noise; faint murmurs, emergency sirens, doors sliding open and shut. “…Hospital. I’m calling because a friend of yours,” The nurse says your name. A name he hasn’t thought about in years. “…Put you down as her emergency contact when we admitted her to our psychiatric inpatient ward. Unfortunately, she did not provide us with anyone else. Please give me a call back at this number if you’d like to speak with her.” Click.

Ghost starts packing an overnight bag before he even realizes it.

Then he’s on a plane.

TEN YEARS AGO

“I hate you.”

You’re crying as you run after him in the forest. He speeds up, trying to lose you in the trees. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Simon. I’ll never bring it up again.” Snot covers your upper lip and your eyes are bright with tears.

He hates this fucking place. He hates this fucking school, the kilometers of wilderness separating him from his life because the fucking shrinks think he’s crazy. He hates you for trying to keep him here.

And just when Simon was about to fly the coop, you spilled the beans. “Leave me the fuck alone. Never, ever, ever talk to me again,” He barks, stopping abruptly and turning to loom over you.

When you reach for his hand, he slaps you away. “But you promised you wouldn’t leave-“ You end up on the ground, the pine needles biting into your bare knees as if Simon shoved you.

That makes him angrier. You’re too soft for a world like this. You’re practically begging for someone to hurt you again, someone like him, with your vulnerability and open, bleeding heart. Well, he’ll fucking oblige. You’re not strong like you think you are. You’re the weakest person he knows, and weakness is something Simon could never respect.

“I lied. I fucking lied, you dumb bitch. Didn’t you realize it?” Simon snarls, wishing desperately he’d never let you befriend him on his first day at this therapeutic program.

You're sunshine and innocence and friendship bracelets, the kind of girl who will always be a victim because this world devours little girls like you. Simon is nothing like you. Simon is a survivor. A warrior. Simon is steel where you are china.

Your American accent is almost as unbearable as your pathetic weeping. “…What?” Your bottom lip wobbles.

Hopefully this will teach you a lesson about tattling. Nobody likes a snitch. “Forever doesn’t fucking exist. You were the only tolerable person in this shithole, but that doesn’t mean I wanted to be friends forever. What are you, a fucking infant? God, you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass.” If anything, Simon is letting you off easy. You told the counselor things Simon told you in confidence about his dad because you were ‘afraid for his safety.’

But you just don’t get it. Simon can’t spend another day here. And the longer he stays, the angrier his dad will get. You just earned him another week of shit and black eyes.

“Newsflash. People lie. Everyone’s been lying to you. Nobody likes you, not even your mum. And I can’t stand you. You were useful, but I don’t need you anymore. I’m better,” Simon hisses as cruelly as he can, using every blade in his arsenal to cut at the sensitive parts of you where he knows you’ll bleed. Just like you did when you told.

You’re only stuck in this place because your mum left you here. You don’t have anyone, not like he does. He has Tommy and his mum. He has a future. You’ve got absolutely fucking nothing.

“I was just trying to help.”

“I’m getting out of here. I don’t need your help. I’d tell you to keep it, but it wouldn’t even help you.” Simon pauses. You’ve stopped crying. Good. A crying fox is easy prey for the hunting dogs. “They won't believe you. And you wanna know why?” It feels good to be the hunter instead of the fox for once. You make excellent prey.

“‘Cause I told them the truth. That you’re an obsessed freak who’s hyper fixated on me and you’d do anything to keep me here. That you’re a sick, compulsive liar and that you’re the one who’s a danger to herself, not me.”

You fall silent. Finally, blessed silence. You look up at Simon with glazed eyes and a still tongue. He feels better. Good, even.

“Goodbye. I hope I never see you again,” Simon says flatly.

TODAY

You picked a good place to get yourself locked up in. This is one of the nicest hospitals Ghost has been in recently. Shiny floors, no dirt caking the walls. New York City puts Kabul and Moscow to shame.

He’s wearing a plain black balaclava. Nothing identifying or particularly memorable. This is going to be a short visit. Ghost will see what you want and then leave. That’s it.

You look tired, exhausted to the very bone.

None of the shiny pinkness that drew Ghost to you in the beginning when you were fifteen and he was seventeen. None of the glow, the round cheeks, the wide doe eyes.

There’s dark circles chiseled into your face, so dark he almost thinks they’re bruises. A couple of IV bags run through a drip hidden under bandages covering your arms from wrist to elbow. Your eyes are as quiet as you are. A couple of marbles would be more lively. You look almost like a doll forgotten in a corner.

The nurse gave Ghost the run-down as she guided him to your bed. Police picked you up on a bridge trying to off yourself. Your fifth time this year. Unless you show some real improvement, the doctors will recommend an indefinite hospitalization.

You’ve been busy in the decade of his absence. Multiple addictions, more attempts than he can count, and some small stints in jail. A list of disorders he wouldn’t know how to pronounce. And nobody left to call.

Is this his fault?

When Ghost rounds the corner, you smile like he should be proud of you. “You came,” You say.

I have absolutely no business starting a new fic. Absolutely none. Idk. I have brainrot. No clue when this will be updated. But here, have it.

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phoeebsbuffay · 7 months

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Imagine you are Hayden Christensen's closest friend from college and you help him going through his divorce. Will friendship be enough for either of you? Based on the request made by @calzone-d ...

Warnings: *long post*, drama, explicit smut, fluffy endings.

Recommendations: "Summertime Sadness", "Ride", by Lana Del Rey; “Scared to be Lonely” by Dua Lipa; “Here with me”, by the Killers; “Always” by Gavin James.

***

How it started...

You were 19 years old when you finally got the chance to study cinema at Y/C's university. An old dream you had, to be able to transmit onscreen all your ideas. Your family encouraged you to pursuit the academy of arts in order to become an actress, but you thought yourself too introspective to act.

Well, here you were when you met him. The one who was destined to remain a principal figure in your life over the years. Taking acting classes--well, you did need to study it anyway--you bumped into Hayden Christensen.

"Excuse me", he said to you, a little out of breath.."Is this the acting class with Miss H/N? I fear I am slightly late..."

You remembered finding his blue eyes the handsomest pair of eyes you ever came across with: they were intense, secretive, but friendly too, somewhat emotional. You were instantly captivated.

"Yes, it is. And you are not in the slightest late, young man, but /very/ late indeed. Come in, take your seat, I'll have you updated..."

He gives you a long gaze, relieved for being saved from a bigger trouble—and you can tell he is a freshman like you.

“My name is Y/N”, you side smirk at him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I am Hayden.”

You both shake hands. Something ignites within, but you think it’s because he has such a good aura…

“You are such a great actress!”, he is telling you, so many months later. “Quit with the production, you are better than me in decorating the lines.”

You grimace, which makes him laugh. The sound of his laughter is so comforting, like this call to your home.

“I don’t like this acting thing”, you dismiss his compliments nonchalantly. Today, you are in a cafeteria, celebrating the end of another semester. One more to go and you will be ready to keep up with your lives, though you and Hayden had vowed to each other never to be apart. “I feel more comfortable behind the cameras. By the way, I just had this idea!”

And then you lean to him, ready to shake him by his shoulders. He nearly chokes with his coke—but then laughing as always because your impulsiveness often brings him to laughters.

“For the love of God, woman. Do you want to see me dead before the time?”

You side smirk, silently apologizing with your puppy eyes. Hayden smiles back, before encouraging with what you had to say with only a nod. As you do, he seems to suddenly notice how nice your hair looks this day.

“I just had the greatest idea ever! I could film your audition and send to George Lucas. The Star Wars director is looking for someone of our age to portray young Anakin Skywalker. You know, before he becomes Darth Vader, of course.”

Hayden is taken aback by what you tell him. You can see the mix of sentiments that rises behind his blue eyes: insecurity, suspicious before reasoning to excitement.

“What? Are you for real, Y/N? How come did you hear about it? I mean…”

You tell him how your internship led you to it. This is how the fun begins, how both of you in fact begin your career.

You are there in every moment of his life: when Hayden has to conciliate his last semester with the filming of “Episode II: Attack of the Clones”, when he tells you that he and his on-screen romantic pair are having a thing.

He is also present at your graduation, the moment when you begin to transit to adulthood. What about it when you get yourself drunk for the very first time?

He is there too.

“I hate the taste of alcohol”, you grumble, unsure how come you are at his couch. “It aches my stomach, makes me sick.”

Hayden chuckles at how all of a suddenly you turn into these kind of discoveries after spending five years in college doing nothing but well behaving. However, due to such a strong bond you two share, he takes care of you.

“This is the moment where I tell you something you told me once: better to put out than to swallow all in.”

You raise your face, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Did you just hear yourself?!”

“Wasn’t that what you told me?”

“No!”, you laugh hard at his remark. “Oh my God, H!”

He chuckles after you.

“Well, it did make you laugh, didn’t it?”

***

• The subtle changes…

You are single again. Your ex dumped you. Coincidently, Hayden is single as well. He’s also been going through a difficult phase in his life after all the critics coming from the fans of “Star Wars”. “Episode III” of the franchise didn’t go that well and even though it’s been a year since it’s release, he’s still affected by it.

“We’ve been through so much together”, Hayden tells you one day. “We should definitely do something new for a change.”

“I agree”, you sigh. Currently unemployed, you haven’t been yourself lately either. “Any thoughts?”

“A good journey would do us well. Let us go to Scotland”, so he says, excited. “Come on, Y/N. I’ll let you drive!”

You chuckle at his old tendency to be so reckless. And you do so because you can’t refuse him anything. A bad omen you clearly ignore, of course.

“Very well. When should we do this trip?”

But why’d you bother to ask when you know the answer? Hayden smiles warmly at him.

Oh that damn smile…

“Tomorrow. I’ve already bought the tickets and booked the hotel.”

You scoff at him, offended.

“What? Why? Are you taking me for granted, Christensen? For the love of God…”

Just like that he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder, smiling as you scream out of surprise. As he puts you down, Hayden messes with your hair, delighted when seeing he’s the reason of your amusement.

And he realizes this is a nice view to contemplate: the sight of your smile, the sound of your laughters, the joy that sparks in your eyes… Seeing you like this makes him genuinely smile in his turn and forget about his bad phase.

But he doesn’t realize that this may mean something else. Or perhaps he doesn’t want to. It’s been years now since you and him became the closest of the friends, so what if all of this is just the result of genuine admiration from one friend to the other?

Regardless, he’s going to take you with him to Scotland. And so you go with him… It is wild to consider how you are usually all straight, not doing nothing that goes out the line all the whilst Hayden is more prompted to take chances and live the present quite intently.

On that fact you blame him being very aries all the whilst you, as taurus lady, prefer to know where you are going. However, he makes life so interesting that even you, as already observed, cannot deny him anything.

So here you are now at Edinburgh.

“I love everything that is medieval”, you tell him excitedly with a spark in your eyes that makes Hayden smile. He does like when you speak passionately about the things you are interested. “I cannot believe I took so long to come here!”

“Yeah, me neither!”

It is a good time to be alive, both of you agree. The landscape is seductive, peaceful, traits much sought after such a bad period you both went through. People too are kind, albeit reserved, but very pleasant.

Those days are being built in your memory as something great to be remembered, but perhaps there is just more that neither seem too attentive…

“Lady, one bedroom with two beds”, asks Hayden, when you got to London eventually because he, of course, is a man who plans very little—much to your distress, the woman who likes everything settled.

But this is not any hotel, but a fanciful one. The said lady looks at him pitifully.

“Mr Christensen, my apologies, but there is only a suite with one bed.”

You two blush, but Hayden somehow doesn’t mind it. This is when you realize you not only don’t mind it but you also want it…badly. Perhaps that’s why you sabotage it.

“You know what? Let’s make it for another day. Come now, Hayden. Thank you”, you blurt out, pushing him outside.

“What the hell was that?”, he frowns at you. “Y/N, what’s wrong with sharing a bed? Do you honestly think anything would happen or what?”

He doesn’t realize his words hurt you, but in truth there is more than his subtle frustration at your refusal allows him to admit. There is an unspoken rising desire between you.

And of course you have to ruin everything.

“I just… please don’t be upset! It’s because I cannot afford it and…” and you tell him the other reason for it, which appeases his anger and is more palpable than you’d care to admit: you are expecting an interview.

Hayden softens, naturally, but you know he’s changed. You hate it because you know why. There are so many things that suddenly rise in your throat but they die choked.

Somehow Hayden knows it too. But he chickens away. He hugs you instead, not willing to lose his best friend.

“I’m sorry for being such an impulsive jackass. But we did have a great time, didn’t we?”

Oh but if only you knew what waits for you back to US…

***

• The marriage

Here you are, dressed in yellow, standing as a maid in honor for the bride and groom. Your heart breaks because you realize a little too late that you are in love with your best friend.

Worse is: had you accepted to share one bed with Hayden in London, everything would be different. Yeah, you may not have gotten that job as a producer of that movie, but Hayden wouldn’t meet Rachel Bilson.

Nonetheless, here you are. Celebrating their vows, wondering if you could be there for a moment, what would be like if you were her.

“Hey, Y/Nickname!”, Hayden exclaims after the ceremony is over. He is wearing his gorgeous smile and dressed in fanciful robes, which all highlights his handsomeness. But you have learned to bury everything deep inside your heart. A secret that you’d take to your grave.

“I can’t believe you are married, Hay!”, you giggle when you greet him with a tight embrace. “I’m so happy for you! Oh my God, look how grown up you are!”

He laughs quietly.

“I know right? Who’d ever thought? The idea of marriage was hardly ever entertained for me”, so he says.

“Oh right! As I told Rachel once, I do have recollections of your drunkenness state and all that came between”, you laugh too, remembering the first time he had a hangover.

“What a time to be alive”, says Hayden in his typical good mood.

As you speak, you do seem to come to terms that if he is happy, so are you. You are at peace with it at long last. Hayden, on his turn, for a time seems to have suspected that you harbored feelings for him. But he always ignored it for the sake of your friendship. Now seeing how genuinely happy you are for him, certainly he believes it was all a thing of his head.

But why does he have a bittersweet taste of it?

“Could you introduce me to that man over there?” You nudge his sides, pointing to a handsome man that is not very far from Rachel herself.

Hayden raises an eyebrow.

“Really, now, Y/N?”

“You don’t expect me to be a nun, do you?”

He chuckles.

“Well I don’t want to see you get hurt, is all…”

Quite unwillingly, though, he leads the way. And maybe the night will not end that bad for you, after all.

***

•The divorce and the consequences…

In fact, looking back now it was really a great job pushing Hayden to introduce the guy to you because he ended up becoming your boyfriend.

This new relationship of yours, however, changed the dynamics of your friendship with Hayden for some time—but maybe it was all because he was living a different life now, becoming a father in the process.

A few years rolled upon, though, when everything started to fall apart—for you and Hayden. You found out that your new relationship was damaged because you and your boyfriend were scared to be lonely. A crisis developed to fights, to exchange of words that only broke hearts.

In the meantime, Hayden realized how long he missed his best friend. His own marriage started to fall apart, but the more it broke down, the more he needed you again.

Was it a selfish wish to have you by his side? Such questionings never reached you out due to his pride, that masked his hurt. Perhaps he was only scared to be lonely too. He could deal with it himself.

Nonetheless, destiny—the same destiny that pushed one from the other—is about to bring you two together again. One call and your night would be different.

You are single now, ready to go out that night with your girlfriends when suddenly a phone call startles you. It’s Hayden. Your heart races: he hasn’t been the one to call, and hasn’t done so for a long while.

“Hey, H. How are you? Haven’t heard of you for some time. Is everything ok?”, you ask, concerned.

There is a pause that accelerates your heart. You know he is not well. Before he answers, you immediately add:

“I’ll be in your home in a few minutes.”

“I’ll give you the new address. I’m not living with Rachel anymore: we got divorced.”

You are stunned upon those words. Now your silence leaves Hayden uncomfortable. He breaks it by saying:

“Y/Nickname? Are you there?”

“Yes, honey, I am. I’m so sorry, Hay. Please stay there… I’ll be on my way.”

He chuckles.

“Where else would I go to?”

In a matter of minutes, after requesting an Uber, you, dressed the way you are, arrive to his new home. Hayden side smirks when seeing you, though how he eyes you up and down makes you blush lightly.

“Wow, Y/N. Looking hot, aren’t you?”, he laughs when seeing the pink painting your cheeks, hugging you tight when receiving you. “Please tell me I didn’t ruin your night.”

You slap his shoulder playfully, eyes rolling at his drama.

“Don’t say bullshit to me, Christensen. I just wish I knew it properly before. I hope you don’t mind me looking like this.”

“You have always been a distraction to my eyes”, he teases you, pleased to see nothing has really changed between the two of you. “We need some wine, it’s not really a warming night, I suppose.”

As you look into his new apartment, he promptly gets the best wine to serve you. Without your knowledge, Hayden’s eyes follow your moves: noticing your y/c hair is now on your shoulders, how vivid your eyes are, remaining as observing and curious as before.

He cannot help admiring you physically too: though this is a cold night and you are dressed accordingly, when you drop your black coat on his coach, he sees your warming blouse shows some skin.

Indeed, Y/N, looking as hot and beautiful as always. Such is his thought.

He never really told you but Rachel was jealous of you. According to her, she could see you harbored feelings for him and part of her feared Hayden would correspond. Nonsense, he’d tell her.

But now, was she really so wrong? Yet, another and more important question he asks himself is: how could have he let go of you? Not only about matters of sentimentalism, but you’ve been an important piece of his life.

Seeing you back hurts his heart because he now sees the stupidity in letting go of you. He wishes he could have asked you to wait for him, to never let go of you. But this is such a state of complex selfishness that he quiets his internal riot and puts a smile on his lips when bringing the two of you the best wine he has, aware you prefer the sweet ones.

“I was admiring your new apartment”, you tell him, smiling in thanks as he passes you a full glass. “Whoa, looks like we are having a full drinking night, aren’t we? Christensen, I am not that young anymore. Not sure I am prepared to have a full hangover again.”

Hayden cracks loud and the sound of his laughters makes your heart skip a beat. Nothing feels different, you think, pleased.

“I’m bringing us something to eat, silly head. Besides I’ve always taken care of you, right?”

“That is true”, you agree. “But what are we having to eat today?”

“Always hungry, eh?”, he teases you.

You shrug playfully before saying:

“What can I do? I am a Taurus, you know it!”

He rolls his eyes, laughing loud again at your remarks—and that sound has always made your heart race, hasn’t it?

“Not with that astrology nonsense again!”

You slap his arm playfully before joining him in chuckles.

“Always with that astrology nonsense, silly.”

It is not until pizza is brought to you that the serious conversation is finally there.

“So what happened, Hayden?”, you ask him softly.

He sighs heavily, avoiding your gaze. He is silent, but you are patient, giving some time, for which he appreciates it.

“How often do we fall for the idea our minds make of the person?”, says he, sounding frustrated. “Not rarely we come to romantic ideas of marriage that break before the crude reality, you know? It’s not just about being different, Y/N, it’s… the commitment, I suppose, in making everything right. Turns out we had very different ideas of making it right.”

“I’m sorry, Hay. I really am”, you speak gently, taking his hand to yours, realizing how broken he is makes your heart sensitive to his pain.

He appreciates it, but when feeling your skin against him, Hayden is remembered the days before he met Rachel. The way he made you smile, the jokes that brought him to laughters. How easily it was to be around you, how you softened him. He, who was never a sentimental man, hugged you more times than he realized.

But Hayden sweeps away such memories.

“I am too. But I am fine now”, he shrugs. “I mean, not entirely recovered, but better than being broken.”

“Take your time, it’s the best you can do. How long has it been going on?”

Hayden hesitates but says:

“Six months.”

Your eyes go wide and your voice comes louder than expected:

“YOU HAVE GONE THROUGH A DIVORCE SIX MONTHS AGO?”

At least he has the decency to blush.

“Hayden! How could you keep me in secret for such a long time?!”

You’d remove his hand but Hayden doesn’t let you to. Pulling you to his side, he says, almost in a tone of desperation:

“I thought I could handle this by myself”, he explains. “I really didn’t want to bother you…”

Perhaps it’s the wine, but your tongue runs loose with words that have long been choked in your throat.

“And what am I to you? A second option, a plan B that didn’t work out? You’ve kicked me out of your life, Hayden. You’ve never called me to ask me if I was doing ok!”

He gives you a painful look that makes you regret instantly of what you said. You’d think he let go of you and a fight would come—this happened once when both of you were drunk, though by then you were both silly and immature.

“I’ve got a war in my mind for a long while”, he exclaims, holding your wrist and he pulls you even closer to him. “I was fucking stupid, I screwed it, I know. But never would I kick you out of my heart, Y/N! And I… I’m sorry I was fucking blinded by my pain. But only because I feared to hurt you.”

You await for his burst to end, very familiar with his intensity—but when his blue eyes search for yours, your soul is denuded.

Oh fuck.

“I stepped away because he was a douchebag”, he proceeds. “You deserved better than such a man, Y/N. I’ve heard of his doings but I couldn’t reach you out when… when I was in the mid of a crisis myself.”

“You’ve always been too shut in yourself to let others in”, you sigh. “But what relation is there with the fact I was in a relationship?”

“You deserved better”, he says with greeted teeth, holding your face with his hands, both of you barely noticing how your bodies have been dancing dangerously close to each other. “You are still slow after all this time?”

You are shocked, perplexed by his words. You freeze. Hayden smiles slowly at your reaction.

“I feel it everywhere, nothing scares me anymore. I won’t let you go. Now now, not ever. Fuck, I married the wrong person. Heaven has always been my favourite place on Earth when I was with you.”

“You have always been the best”, you mumble incoherently.

Just like that your lips clash against his. In between fervent kisses, where he pulls you to his lap, no reason is admitted. Not anymore.

“I’ve missed you, Y/Nickname”, he groans against your lips. “Like the sun misses the moon.”

“Always the romantic”, you chew his bottom lip as your hands run over his hair, pulling it gently. “Don’t want your memories anymore. Fuck, Christensen, you took so long.”

“This is not a game, I swear”, he breaks the kiss to pursuit your skin, his tongue already on your neck as his hands hold your hips, making you feel his rigid pants.

“Oh Lord. My worst sin is to never be able to refuse you anything”, you hate how wine makes you speak your mind.

Raising his head to watch you intently, he messes with your hair before holding your chin, drawing you closer to him.

Oh that intensity that involves one to the other!

“Then make me a sinner too for giving you all that you deserve.”

You crawl over him, you know you do, when your tongue pursuits his, one pairs the other rhythmically, perfectly. And then he lies you there on the couch, hands already working to remove your pants.

His eyes are set on yours like that of a hunter about to capture his prey. He knows you are on fire and that he is the gasoline. You lean partly to remove his shirt, hands all over him. You gasp when feeling his muscles under your touch and you want more, but…

“Patience, Y/Nickname”, his voice is husky and domineering when laying you down again.

“Yes, Master”, you giggle softly, in such a state that makes you both smile to the other.

And just like that his hands find way to your thighs, gently parting before inserting one right there in your feminine parts, not really taking away your panties for such.

“Oh, God!” You moan sensually, enjoying his eyes on you as he works wonderfully on you. “This is better than I thought!”

“Is it?”, he groans softly in your ear. “How long have you been thinking about it, dear one?”

“For a long while! God knows how much…”, another moan breaks you, earning him a smirk. “Hayden…”

“Yeah?”

“I fucked him thinking about you”, you admit.

His eyes dart, his body shakes lightly with desire. Slowly moving on top of you, his moves increase intently, watching you with desire.

“Damned be you for never speaking your thoughts to me”, he lifts your blouse gently but you help him removing it. As he starts to kiss your neck down to your chest, your legs begin to get heavy at his tenderness. “You should have spoken it to me…”

“Never had I the courage to do so”, you moan, enjoying having his hand over your neck lightly as he bites down your bra, slowly removing it with his mouth.

“For you should. It would have spared us some time. I fucked her thinking of you too”, he admits it drunkly before burying his lips to your nipple, much to your delight.

Hayden ruins you and it’s better than you could have thought. You want him to yourself, to make him unspeakable things but it’s difficult to do or say anything when his lips are so occupied with each nipple, twirling his tongue around it, sucking and biting it.

The sounds in his living room go louder each time. You are brought to heaven, and only then you take control of yourself again.

“Hayden…”, you barely speak when he finishes with you.

You both are a puddle of mess when you, nude, sit over his lap. You share a drunk look, one filled with the darkest desires for so long muffled, now brought to light.

“Yes, babe?” He kisses your shoulders, groaning as you rub yourself against his hardness. “Will you forgive me for such a behavior?”

His words are barely heard when his head is thrown back because your skillful hands find way to his pants and remove it so soon.

You glance at his manhood, impressed by how it is when it’s this hard under your touch.

“You don’t deserve forgiveness”, you giggle softly as you start rubbing it, enjoying to feel the drip of it. “You should be punished.”

He holds back a gasp at your words. Now eyeing you, interested in your upcoming moves. And when you slide to your knees…

“Babe…”

“Yeah?”

One glance. Unspoken words fill the air. And you take with his mouth at long last, not stopping until you have it all down your throat.

“For God’s sake!”, he gasps. “I can’t wait any longer to have you with me!”

All gentleness is left aside when he helps you settle on his lips and he slides inside you. To feel him throbbing like this, going so hard in you makes you arch your back.

“This feels so good!”

His hands move down your back as his lips pursuit your skin, licking and taking every bit of you—though he does know how much you enjoy when he takes his time around your nipples, which he does graciously.

But it’s not until his eyes meet yours, sealing your lips as much as you seal your bodies together, that all is at long last truly consumed….

***

• Nowadays

In a sober state, everything is better appreciated. Hayden watches as you gleefully prepare breakfast. There is nothing but genuinely love in his eyes.

What had started as an explosion of sentiments for so long kept in secret has now flown to what should have always been: a genuine relationship. From friends to lovers. From lovers to something better.

He smiles, not now missing the lateness of his realization that you have always been the love of his life. He stands and moves to behind you, holding you close and smelling your scent as you prepare him some eggs.

“What? I’ve been sensing your eyes over me”, you giggle like a little girl. “Don’t get me weak again, Christensen. This is so not you.”

He turns you at him and holds your face between his hands.

“I love you, Y/Nickname.”

Hayden smiles wide when seeing a blush painting your cheeks. And he beams when you tell him the same.

“I love you too, H. Though I fear I love you more.”

“That is not true”, he protests in between laughters.

But before you fall into that old cliche you and him enjoy in secret intimacy, breakfast is ready. As you two enjoy that morning moment, it doesn’t strike as how many years have passed before you two achieved it at long last.

“I have news to tell”, says Hayden with a bright smile on his lips.

You rest your chin over your hands and say:

“Well? Tell me at once.”

He appreciates all the love that comes from you. The way you look at him, how genuinely you listen and help him in every moment, how kind you always are, how sincere you speak your heart out. So many virtues and even your flaws he appreciates.

There is so much love between the lines and out of them too.

“I was asked to play Anakin Skywalker again.”

And how fantastic you are as his soon to be wife when you jump in his arms excited with his news.

“That is awesome, my darling! I’m so happy for you!”

“A better start than I could have thought”, he admits, pulling you to sit on his lap.

“You deserve it all”, you brush your lips against his. “I love you, my heart.”

“I love you, my soul”, he whispers back.

And this is the ending you deserve.

***

•Epilogue…

When you show up dressed in red—from your full lips to your body—Hayden feels something rise in his chest.

“My God, you look gorgeous, Y/N…”, so he says mischievously when you show up after leaving him waiting for 30 minutes. “It was worth the time…”

You giggle, blushing lightly after all this time. Your hair is loose wavily, put on side as you wear the necklace and earrings Hayden gifted you in your birthday.

“Don’t be silly. Have they arrived yet?”

The occasion is to celebrate Hayden and Ewan’s series “Kenobi”. Hayden’s aforementioned friend said he was going to pick them up in a limo so they’d go all together.

“They are about to… which leaves us a few minutes”, he places right behind you, holding your waist tightly.

“Hayden… It took me some time to get properly dressed. Besides, I…” you get lost at your words when he starts kissing your neck and his hands move up and down your back.

“What are you trying to say?”

Hayden smirks, enjoying the effect he has over you. It’s been some good years since you got together, but even now he manages to get you speechless.

“I…”

Your mind goes blank when he turns you to the mirror and see the naughty look that rests in those blue eyes. His hands move to your breasts, playing with your nipples before slowly exposing them.

“Hayden… they are….” You moan softly, struggling to keep your composure.

He turns you now against the wall of your bathroom, mouth dropping to your full chest all the whilst his hands move to your thighs.

“Hmm”, he sings softly, humming against your skin. “Hot as hell, wife.”

You try not to fall from your heels.

“Hayden!” You cry out when his fingers find all the way to you.

“You get your man on knees every single time. Getting me overzealous, uh?”, he smirks when going to his knees. “All wet for me, honey? Let me taste you thus…”

You are almost ruined as he does so, his tongue in you the way you want him to. You forget yourself, forget the reason why this expensive gown you bought three months ago was quite difficult to dress—precisely why you’d want to tell him by the end of the night.

You forget your state, you forget you should be checking time before your friends arrive. There is nothing to remember as he fucks you with his tongue deliciously until you are about to come undone…

Just like that he lifts your thighs and before you complain, he slides his manhood within, fucking you slowly and pleasantly.

“Oh God!” You scream but he has to quiet your sounds, especially because… the bell is rang.

“That was quick”, he manages to say breathlessly as he rushes to keep himself recomposed.

You giggle, suddenly shy as you do the same.

“Indeed…”

Hayden finds you adorable and peppers kisses around your face.

“They can wait a little. I thought you wanted to say something… you know, before…”

You two share a giggle and he smiles when you bury your face in his shoulder.

“I… I am pregnant, H.”

He hugs you closer. What a night, what a life with you is. Hayden Christensen could not have been any happier…

#star wars #star wars imagine #imagine star wars #Hayden Christensen #Anakin Skywalker #darth vader #Hayden Christensen smut #hayden christensen x y/n #Hayden Christensen x female reader

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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sing me a lullaby, my sweet temptation • r. braun

helping reiner sleep after a bout of insomnia

content and themes: plus size black reader, domestic sweetness, pure fluff, reiner being a big baby 🥹, pet names used (poundcake, pumpkin, sugar) selfship coded bc duh, wc is like less than 1K

“rei, pumpkin. Why don’t you come to bed already? It’s late and you need rest.”

you’d find yourself shouting from the master bedroom of the spacious, yet cozy cabin-style home. Your voice echoed throughout the long hallway leading towards the kitchen and living room. Yet it seemed that it was all falling on deaf ears. Much like it had many nights when you’d hear his heavy footsteps traipsing the halls…

“In a minute, pound cake. I’m just doing something..”

and it was met with the same answer each time: an excuse as to why he wasn’t lying beside you at this hour..it wasn’t for some mysterious reason; some trumped up lie to evade you but rather to avoid facing the truth. That your dear Reiner..was an insomniac! The big teddy bear of a man you knew and loved had been suffering with lack of sleep for quite some time now. You were afraid he’d overwork himself but all he’d do is give you that big, goofy grin, a kiss to the forehead and say: “ahh, don’t worry yer’ pretty lil’ head about me, sugar. I’m just fine.” Which you knew was the furthest thing from! That man couldn’t lie to save his life. However, you were tired of watching him exhaust himself with no chance of rest so you began researching to find solutions for him. Making batches of teas, buying him gummies and melatonin, even giving him massages in hopes to soothe his aching muscles but alas, nothing worked! The insane part was that when you two first met, he was a literal sleepaholic..complete opposite end of the spectrum. Sometimes, your dates would consist of you two coming to each other’s dorms just to nap and cuddle. Now the poor thing couldn’t get more than three hours a night. Finally, you’d hear getting closer and soon, you were greeted with the haggard yet handsome face of your sweetheart. Shirtless in only pajama bottoms. In his hand was another cup of tea but the second you spotted him, you were saddened because you just wanted him to get some sort of relief. “C’mere, pumpkin.” Extending your open arms for him to come jump between them and that’s exactly what he did. Jaded and exhausted as ever, the only time he found was in your arms and no matter what, he could feel somewhat at ease with you holding him close. “ ‘M sorry, sugar. I hate ta’ worry you. I just can’t sleep for anything. I’m trying..” confessing with his face smothered into the crook of your neck. You’d gently caress the top of his back and kiss his forehead. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby. It’ll be okay.”

if anything, you felt sorry for him. For a moment, you’d sit there holding him as the TV hummed quietly in the background. His arms cradled around your stomach and cheek resting on your chest. The warmth of your body was so soothing…the scent of vanilla and cocoa butter from your after shower moisturizers wafting through his nostrils. There wasn’t a single place he’d rather be than right here. Suddenly, a rather familiar song began playing in the movie and subconscious, you’d begin singing along. Absentmindedly, as you had done so many times before…when you were riding along with him in the passenger seat of his truck. When you were in the shower and even at church on Sundays, where he first heard that angelic voice. The very same one that had made him feel at ease on his worst days. Tonight was no exception! So as he sat in your embrace, letting you hum the soft melody aloud, he’d smile and close his eyes, just resting his head idly. You’d bring your hand up to gently rake them through his blonde locks. It wasn’t longe before you found yourself looking down at him and to your surprise…

“Rei? Pumpkin?”

he was fast asleep! Lightly snoring and bearing his weight on you like a blanket. Snickering to yourself, you’d reach across his sleeping body for the other end of the comforter and draped it across both of you. Bidding him one more kiss, you’d snuggle in and get comfortable alongside him.

“Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.”

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Who’s Your Papí?

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem Reader

Summary: Rey Mysterio comes to the reader who is now Dominik’s ex, hoping that she will be able to talk sense into him. Heartbroken, she kindly refuses, but ends up running into Dominik as he overheard them. Following, Rhea catches small wind and after leading to even more conflict, the reader sparks Dominik after making him jealous…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Rough sex, unprotected sex, swearing)

Word Count: 3.5k

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“Niña, please. You’re the last person who I can go to.”

I had all of the respect in the world for Señor Mysterio, but I couldn’t do this. Dominik and I have dated for a long time, just for him leave me along with betraying his family.

He broke my heart into a million pieces and just hearing his name made me reminisce, all of this putting me into a dark world.

“Señor, I know why you came to me,” Taking a deep breath, I had to ready myself because I knew he’d find my response disappointing, “I can’t even imagine how hard this is on you, but I can’t do it. I’m sorry, I can’t even face him.”

Great, here came tears and after losing tonight, he was pretty much desperate, holding his hands to his chest while pleading:

“Please, Y/N. He’s just being brainwashed! And I know, I know that he still loves you. Our family isn’t making a difference, but you’re different. You may actually stand a chance.”

“I’m sorry I can’t even think about him, let alone face him,” I sniffled softly, wiping my eyes, hating that it had to come down to this, “I truly am sorry, but I can’t.”

I couldn’t talk about this anymore, taking my suitcase and heading out. I should’ve known that something like this would happen, it was just so hard to accept.

So out of it while heading to the parking lot and to my car, I jumped hard when I went to get in the car but someone grabbed my door.

“Hey,” Dominik said softly, able to tell how he was nervous too, he dumped me and basically rubbed Rhea all in my face, “You and I need to talk.”

“Talk? What is there to talk about?” Shoving his hand away, I shot my suitcase in and slammed the door, my emotions already getting the best of me.

“Easy,” He tried calming me, saying softly, “I know things are complicated, but I saw you talking to my dad and-“

“And nothing because I respect him, I really do, but I’m done. Done with all of this. You completely changed, threw all of the years we had together down the trash and I can’t.”

My voice started to break from fighting tears, opening the door again to leave, just for him to hold it in place:

“Will you just listen to me for a second, Y/N? Geez!”

“No, I won’t,” I glared, taking a shot at him, “Besides, how would your new, mamí, feel about this huh?”

“It’s not like that,” He tried laughing off, “I’m only doing that to get to my dad.”

“Which you shouldn’t even be doing!” I stressed, shaking my head, “If you had issues with your dad, you should’ve talked about it instead of pulling a bitch move.”

“A bitch move?” He took offense to that, looking at me as if I were crazy.

“A bitch move,” I repeated, throwing the last words he said to me, “I don’t want you anymore. I’m changing my life and you won’t be apart of it.”

“It’s like that, hermosa?” That was the one word that always got me. He’d call me gorgeous all the time, like a pet name, even said it in the same soft, sweet voice he always had for me.

This time? I wasn’t letting it get to me, hopping in the car with a scoff:

“Yeah. It’s like that.”

It was so nice to drive back to the hotel in tears, a dark cloud over my head for an entire week, praying that something at Raw would maybe bring some light into my life that I needed more than anything.

“Hey, niña-“

Here we go again. Señor Mysterio was hanging in the hall with Dolph Ziggler, picking my head up for them to show the sad look on my face and that I didn’t want to be bothered.

“Hey,” Dolph whispered softly and nudged him, “Go on ahead, I got this.”

This was different. Señor heading off while Dolph pulled me over to sit softly.

“Everything alright, girl?” He was concerned for me and expressed so much kindness in his words, “You look like you want to cry.”

“I do,” I stared at the floor, trying not to cry again and letting off my chest, “Señor asked me to talk to Dominik and I just can’t. I didn’t plan to, but guess who pops out of the blue when I was trying to leave?”

“That little shit,” Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, it did feel good to have someone who saw Dominik in the view that I did, “Look, I’ve know Rey, he’s told me things because we both have been attacked by all of them. I heard what happened and let me tell you, he does not deserve a girl like you. You’re far too good for him.”

“Thanks,” I said softly, still staring at the floor, whispering, “It still hurts. A lot.”

Feeling myself getting ready to cry again, I didn’t even realize that I was holding my heart. My heart truly hurt and Dolph tried his best to help, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and rubbing it softly:

“Hey it’s all gonna be-“

“Y/N, just the girl I’ve been looking for!”

Rhea.

My blood pressure skyrocketed just at the sound of her voice, Dolph knowing that this wasn’t going to end well, whispering:

“Y/N, she’s just-“

“What do you want?” I toned him out, standing tall to Rhea and giving her a look that could kill.

“So, I caught wind that you have something up your sleeve,” She was always trying to smile in someone’s face, probably referencing my talk with Señor.

Before she could even speak, I laughed at her:

“A trick up my sleeve? I don’t want anything to do with any of you. So, how about you go somewhere before you end up with a foot up your ass.”

Quickly, Dolph stood between us, noticing the step Rhea took towards me:

“You better watch your mouth!”

Of course, if it couldn’t get any worse, there was Damian, Finn, and Dominik coming to her side. My anger was controlling my thoughts and since I already took a shot, I fired out another:

“You’re so worried about me? You need to check your little sub in Dominik considering he wanted to talk to me last week.”

It was hard not to laugh at how she instantly shot him a glare, not keeping his eyes off of him till I looked at Dominik and said:

“Solo recuerda a quién llamabas mamí antes de conocerla!”

[Just remember who you were calling mamí before you met her!]

Damian covered his mouth with his hand since he knew Spanish, Dominik super worried when Rhea looked to me then back to him:

“What did she just say?”

“It’s time we left,” Dolph wanted to get us out of there and I didn’t mind this time, just smiling at them before walking off with Dolph.

“Don’t you walk away from me! I will get my hands on you!”

Rhea sure had a short fuse and I found it hysterical and sure enough, Dolph took me to my locker room and the first thing that happens a crew member telling me I now had a match against Rhea.

“Y/N, I don’t not think this is a good idea,” Dolph stressed, still being kind and sticking by my side, “But it’s too late and I’m going out there with you. They like to cheat and I know it’s just me, but it’s better than nothing.”

“I appreciate that, I really do,” I smiled softly, “I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”

“No need to be sorry,” He smiled back, getting the door, “Meet you at the guerrilla?”

“Meet you there,” I waved, rushing to get ready when he stepped out.

Honestly, this wasn’t a good idea, but my emotions were so high, the match was booked, and I tried looking at it positively. This match wasn’t impossible to win and I needed to let off some steam.

I got into gear and just like Dolph said, we met at the guerrilla. Señor coming over to us:

“Niña, you be careful. You hear me?”

Poor Señor, he was so stressed out from this, but before I could speak, Dolph patted his chest, instructing;

“Just stay on the sidelines for me? We got this for right now. Trust me, man.”

“I trust you,” He fisted bumped Dolph and I tried to help him out some too, hugging him softly as my music hit:

“And I’ll be careful. I promise.”

“Let’s go kill it, girl,” Dolph smiled, escorting me out and once my eyes fell on Rhea, I was in the zone.

I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. She was strong and I ended up putting more defense than offense. I wasn’t counted out just yet thou.

At the climax, I had her grounded and Finn was clearly worried, distracting the referee so Rhea could poke me in the eyes and jab my throat.

Two crucial spots had me on the mat, choking while holding my throat, hearing a lot of commotion and when I looked, Dolph was keeping his word to me, snatching a chair from Dominik.

Looks like he was trying to give it to Rhea and Dolph had it, on guard and ready to swing at Dominik, Finn, and Damian. Till Rhea caught him with his back turned, snatching the chair as he rose it.

Thankfully the referee was paying attention this time, yelling at Rhea to toss it, but Dominik jumped on the apron to keep the referee’s back turned.

Rhea thought she had the advantage, turning to me hoping to swing the chair but I returned that eye poke, and then I slammed the chair down, tossing it into her arms and sure enough she took the bait by catching it.

I played at Dominik too, mouthing, “Watch this!”

I took a fake bump, holding my head and pretending that I was laid out from a chair shot. The crowd and Dolph found it hysterical.

I even had to hide my face for a moment to laugh at Rhea and the referee arguing, making another mistake again by tossing the chair towards me. All three of them yelling at the referee.

“Y/N, psst!” Dolph said to me while I was in the corner.

Dominik had his eyes on us and it was like Dolph was reading my mind, giving him something to watch when he kissed my cheek, promising, “You are going to win this match. Get the chair. I got this.”

Dominik actually got into the ring, seeing that made him want to fight, but Dolph was quicker than him, jumping in and shoving him out, getting yelled at by the referee himself, but I listened, taking the chair.

The crowd began to cheer for me more, shrugging as I got it ready, and the second Rhea turned around, I smacked her in the side of the head with it, chucked the chair out of the ring and rolled her up for a pin.

I even copied her pin by putting her knees in her face, posing and sticking my tongue out at them as I got the pin.

This was exactly what I needed, smiling and laughing as they tried to get into the ring, but I rolled out, ran over to Dolph, jumping into his arms as he twirled me around.

“Karma’s a bitch ain’t she?!” Dolph laughed and I laughed right along, smiling bright as he kissed my cheek again.

Every single one of them were pissed, especially Dominik. I don’t remember the last time he had such a furious look on his face.

Just for Rhea to get up and start yelling at him? This was priceless and entertaining as hell to watch.

Heading backstage, I was receiving so much praise and support for taking on Rhea and winning. She was my biggest match yet and it felt so good.

On top of that, Dolph and some of my friends backstage planned on going out for the night and when I came back from getting ready, the fun was beginning.

“Ayeee mamí!” Aaliyah whistled when I made my way, having me laugh but blushing, fixing the black leather dress I was wear, “Do a twirl for me.”

“Only for you,” I giggled, twirling and laughing more as she smacked my butt, giggling along with me:

“Ayí, yí, yí!”

The only person we were waiting for was Dolph and as I glanced down the hall, feeling eyes on me, there was Dominik.

I was so out of it, just staring at him as he stayed leaned against the wall, watching me and I could tell that he really did have something to say for me.

Now wasn’t the time, startled a bit when I felt Dolph’s arm going around my shoulder:

“You ladies ready?”

“Oh hell yeah,” I shook off, giving him a smile and smirking at Dominik before I left with him, able to see the jealously that burned in his eyes.

“Hey, she’s mine!” Aaliyah played, keeping her arm around my waist and heading out of the door.

“Not anymore!” Dolph teased back, shooing her hand to hold my waist, really making me blush.

Dominik was shaking his head and with my eyes on Dolph, I blew a kiss, making sure that I connected eyes with Dominik one last time before we were gone.

I needed a night like the one we had, nothing too crazy happened, but I got a drink, some food, all my friends kept me smiling and laugh. It made all the bad thoughts go away.

Getting back to the hotel, I planned to go change and just sleep, rummaging through my purse to find my keys when I heard:

“Dolph? Really?”

I looked up quickly, shocked to find Dominik, quickly asking:

“How do you even know what hotel I’m at?”

“Look, I talked to my dad,” He admitted, defeated in his sigh.

He wasn’t lying, his eyes showed how he didn’t want to do it, but he did. Being honest took me by surprise.

“Also,” He was being honest, but he still hurt me and I wasn’t forgiving him in the slightest, finally finding my key and warning, “What I do is none of your business anymore. So mind yours.”

“Y/N, please,” He said quickly, holding my hand on the door.

I still went to open it, stepping in and again, he wouldn’t let go of my hand.

“Let me guess, you’re jealous?” Cocking my eyebrow at him, he stayed silent till I demanded, “Answer me!”

“So what,” He huffed, stepping in and kissing me.

I froze, trying to comprehend what was happening because as he kissed me, I could feel the person that I fell in love with there.

“Dominik-“ I had to stop, pulling my head back and feeling a tear going down my cheek as he shut the door with his foot.

“Did you forget who your papí is, huh?” He could still read me like he always could, seeing the conflict and trying to get me on the same page with another kiss.

I didn’t know why I kept kissing him back, even growing angry because him and Rhea popped into my head, making me growl out:

“Did you forget who your mamí is?”

He only shook his head slightly once and laughing for some reason, “Don’t answer my question with a question.”

His every move grew so fast, kiss leading me over to the bed and bending me over it, hips pinned against my ass while he toyed with my dress, tugging at it:

“Where have you been hiding stuff like this? You never wore anything like this for me.”

“You never said you liked stuff like it,” I looked back, trying to mess with him more, “Shouldn’t be surprised that you like it. Dolph sure did.”

“Dolph’s not your papí,” He leaned down to me, showing a new side with his hand finding my throat, whispering into my ear, “I’m your papí.”

“It’s too late to go back,” I was surprised by the grip he had, making it hard to speak, but I made sure to get out, “Now either get to what I think you’re gonna do or shut up and get out.”

“Come on, you know you don’t want me to leave,” He chuckled, his free hand slipping between my thighs and into my panties, two fingers running through my folds and slick, squeezing my throat more as he smiled, “That right there says it all.”

I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning, closing my eyes at the swirl of bliss forming, his fingers sliding in slow before pumping.

“Still want me to leave?” He looked down to me, letting go of my throat for me to speak.

I wasn’t sure what to say, my brain racing through so many thoughts, and it came back to Rhea. How I hated seeing them two together and how she changed him.

I loved Dominik, there was no avoiding that, all of this pent up emotion. I finally let it all out.

“No, I don’t,” I said in a serious, stern voice that made him stop, and when he leaned over to talk to me, I threw him down on the bed, throwing my dress off and I ripped his shirt open, holding it tight as I straddled him, pulling his head up to me, “But when you do leave, all you’re gonna think about is me.”

“Ah, ah,” He snickered, licking his lip, “I like the sudden dominance, but it’s papí’s time.”

He could move a lot quicker than me, flipping me over and throwing off his pants and boxers, I also slid out of my panties too, throwing them and rolling my eyes at him:

“I always ended up on top so, whatever.”

“Is that right?” His eyes grew dark, flipping me over and spanked me so hard that my face dropped into the bed, my ass on fire from just that one spank, feeling himself positioning between my legs, “It’s time I stop taking it easy on you.”

“Easy, huh?” I finally breathed in, looking back at him, “I’m not so convinced.”

“How about now?” In a single thrust, his entire cock split me, already smacking my sweet spot where he knew exactly where it was, sending a jolt up my stomach and it was new.

The second was even harder, more thrusts coming with quick speed, my mouth wide open to let out the moans, holding onto the bed cover for dear life.

“Damn, I don’t remember the last time I had you this tight,” He chuckled in my ear softly, arm wrapping around my neck to keep me in a hold, whispering in a dirty voice, “And raw too? I think you’ll be the one who won’t stop thinking about me.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love hitting this,” I growled, whining at the friction and ripping the cover down, throwing myself back onto him softly and it only made the impact more intense, having my legs shake.

“You know I do,” Moving the bit hair away from my face, he left some kisses along my cheek, tilting my head to face him, look in his eyes as he said, “And you do too. Don’t lie to me. I’ve been being honest. Come on, tell me, hermosa.”

I never had anyone in my life like how I did with Dominik and I could never lie to him, my entire body aching from the rough speed and my orgasm lurking.

“I do, papí!”

For a short second, he pulled back to flip me around, shooting his cock back into me while between my legs, holding me up in his arms to hug me and keep me from falling back with my head, scooting to the edge of the bed.

It seemed like he was going quicker than before, hooking my arms under his to keep the tightest grip I could, the smack of wet skin growing louder.

“That’s right, hermosa. Who’s your papí?” I think that alone was getting him off, knowing I was so close and my mind gave free, scratching at his back as I cried out:

“You, Dom! P-papí-, I-I, A-ah, fuck!”

“That’s it,” He hummed, laying me back and on top of me while buried deep, gasping himself at the gush of moisture around his cock, my entire body worn and resting in the lingering list.

“Maldito sea, Dominik.”

[Got damn you, Dominik.]

I let out with a huff, in shock this happened, but not opposed to the pleasure and finally get a piece of him back. It truly gave me hope.

“Lo siento,”

[I’m sorry,]

He placed some soft kisses along my neck, picking his head up to reconnect our gaze, “I know rough is rare, but I had to make sure you didn’t forget that I’m your papí, baby.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe smut #Dominik Mysterio #Dominik Mysterio x reader #Dominik Mysterio imagine #Dominik Mysterio fic #Dominik Mysterio smut #read and enjoy

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logicalbookthief · 1 year

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With the return of Misaki and the uncertainty over Miri’s custody, I think it’s time to talk about the cat.

Because the cat is a direct parallel, and the reason why I believe things will go differently this time around, since they’ve both grown a lot over the last year.

The argument over the cat perfectly illustrates the crux of Rei & Kazuki’s issues at the start of the series.

Kazuki tells Rei that buying food for the cat isn't enough, you have to be willing to put in the work — and, given that he was gone for one night and comes home to an apartment filled with smoke, along with a pile of take-out and garbage, he was 100% justified in refusing the stray. Genuinely I don’t get why Kazuki taking this stance got the hate it did, any responsible pet owner would look at the Rei of Ep 1 and agree he was not ready for a cat.

However, this is something that Rei grows to understand when he’s left to care for Miri on his own in Ep 7 and Kazuki isn’t around to shoulder that responsibility. Rei realizes that his actions, or inaction, can negatively affect the people in his care, and it gives him a reason to change. I think it also gives him a new appreciation for everything Kazuki does, hence his attempt at French toast.

But I feel we don't discuss Kazuki's reason for giving up the cat enough, because they’re two sides of the same coin.

What he’s saying is objectively true and you can tell he’s speaking from a place of experience with what happened to Yuzuko. However, he is only focused on how what they do can affect the other people in their lives. No mention of how it would feel to lose someone or any lingering on how lonely this life is.

It’s a contrast to Rei, who brings home the stray without a second thought, simply because he wants to, not considering the impact it would have on the cat. Kazuki takes this to the opposite extreme, only considering what’s best for the cat and completely ignoring his own wants and feelings.

So, as we know, the cat is left where Rei found it. Not an ideal situation, no — much like leaving Miri with her mother would be, considering she did abandon her before — but it is the safer option in both cases.

Watch these scenes and tell me he isn’t fond of the cat. And when he realizes it’s cold and comes back with food for the little guy? Yeah, don’t tell me he wasn’t already attached.

But he comes back to an empty box. Implying to Kazuki, and to us the audience, that the cat was taken in by someone who could give it the normal, loving life that it deserves, which is why Kazuki leaves with a smile.

It is interesting to note that despite his disagreement, Rei went along with Kazuki’s decision over the cat, just as he went along with Kazuki’s decisions regarding Miri, whether that meant taking her back to her mom or committing to being her parents.

I always read this scene as Rei seeing how happy Kazuki is having Miri around. And thus he questions if this is really what Kazuki wants to do, resulting in that startled expression on Kazuki’s face. Like he hadn’t even considered that possibility.

Rei is perceptive, recognizing that Kazuki will be sad to see her go, yet he doesn’t argue when Kazuki firmly negates this as an option while looking upset again.

Kazuki has made strides in moving on from his wife’s death, but the idea that it’s okay to move on doesn’t erase the insecurities and tendency toward self-loathing he’s displayed, which were probably there long before he met Yuzuko. Even when he reconciles with Karin, her words of encouragement are, “I bet you can make her [Miri] happy!”

So if he truly believes that Miri will be happier or safer with her mother, Kazuki will absolutely choose to let her go.

And it will be up to Rei to go against his decision for once, because he knows that remaining a family is what they both want.

Here, Kazuki looks sad and resigned. I was always sort of disappointed we didn’t get a scene of Rei & Kazuki during Ep 7 when he was at his lowest and most self-deprecating. Now, though, I wonder if they were saving such a confrontation for this moment right here. Where Rei will have to convince him that his own happiness is a priority, too, and that their family is worth fighting for.

Now, uh. I do think that Rei’s decision that they stay together as a family will result in tragedy — there is too much foreshadowing to pretend otherwise — and that maybe Miri will have to stay with her mother for a bit out of necessity. But the point of this episode I think will be to highlight how much these two have grown because they wanted to be better for Miri and that it isn’t selfish to want to pursue that happiness for their own sakes, too.

#buddy daddies #kurusu kazuki #suwa rei #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #unsaka miri #miri unasaka #buddy daddies meta

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imagineanime2022 · 6 months

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My Hero Characters W/ Lana Del Ray S/O

Keigo Takami X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Heyy! I had this idea lately with Dabi, Shigaraki and Keigo where Reader is inspired by Lana Del Rey, but she didn't really mention her singing to them until there's a mission in like a club or a bar or something and someone has to be the distraction so reader's like: "i can sing" and she sings Million Dollar Man by Lana del Rey and when the guys hear her sing for the first time they just fall for her even more!

Keigo Takami

🪶 Keigo had caught you humming on many occasions but he'd never heard you singing. Keigo would sing all the time and you’d dance along with him but you never sang. 🪶 He always wondered why you’d never do more than humming, he asked but you changed the subject and while he did want to know, he had secrets of his own that you never pried into so he respected your decision not to talk about it. 🪶 Keigo just ended up singing for the both of you, twirling around the kitchen with you when he knew that you loved a song. 🪶 You and Keigo had been sent on a guard duty mission, the meeting was going well, until it wasn’t and you offered to be the distraction while he got the witness out.

You and Keigo had been tasked with keeping a witness safe as they reentered a bar that was believed to be part of a mafia trafficking ring. Keigo hated the mission from start to finish, the person that you were protecting was someone who had been working for them, he was running after having made a mistake that would cost him his life if he stayed hence him giving over the bar as a place of interest, the only way to save himself was to bring down the gang that aimed to kill him. Keigo really didn’t want to help him but what you got in return was far too good to throw away.

That was why you were both sitting on opposite sides of the bar, you were in a stunning outfit all cleaned up and looking like you belonged here. Keigo had cleaned up quite well himself, in a pair of blue jeans, white tee shirt and denim jacket. His signature feathers were scattered around and outside of the building given that they were a dead give away for his true identity. The witness sat with Keigo as he talked through all of the different members that were there, you noticed it first, the man that kept glancing over at them “Keigo there’s someone very interested in you right now.” You said moving you glass in front of your face in case anyone was watching you. “Where?” Keigo asked. “Left side on the sofas in the middle booth.” You answered, you leaned back taking a drink from as your eyes found the stage, there was currently no performer, there had been one when you came in but you assumed that they were changing over. “Time to go.” Keigo said and you hummed in agreement. “I’ll distract them.” You mumbled. “Distract them how?” Keigo asked, you could hear that he was wary but you had no choice if they left now, they’d be followed. “Don’t worry about it, trust me, I’ll be fine.” You promise as you watch the band on stage, recognising the intro to a song that you loved. You downed the rest of your drink before going to the stage and grabbed the mic.

Keigo didn’t know what he was expecting, actually he did, he thought that you were going to go over to the guy and start flirting as a distraction, this was far more preferred, however he didn’t expect you to get on stage “You said I was the most exotic flower, holding me tight in our final hour.” His eyes widened upon hearing your voice, it was almost like he had stopped breathing, especially when you started actually performing, he had seen you dance and move around the beat of a song many times but seeing you like this on stage, he loved you even more (and he honestly wasn’t sure that was possible). He caught himself before he got too lost looking over at the guy that had been watching them, his gaze had turned to you so Keigo got the witness out handing him over to the heroes waiting for you before turning back to the bar, it was only a couple of minutes before you came out of the bar spotting him across the road and making your way over. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered with a smile. “Are you?” “I’m going to need a private performance when we get home but apart from that I’m all good.” He answered with a wink, you rolled your eyes as his feathers gathered behind him to create his breathtaking wings. “You ready?” “Always.” You answered as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his gripping tightly around his waist as he flew you both back to the association for a debriefing.

Tomura Shigaraki

🤚 Shigaraki never really cared for anyone’s hobbies but his own, so the fact that you never sang never really came up in conversation. 🤚 He noticed that you liked music, as you tended to play it where you could and honestly he never really minded that. Toga was the one who actually asked you about singing, he was just there when you gave a half assed answer. 🤚 From there he was intrigued but still never asked any questions about it, he didn’t want to push you too far, he doesn’t actually know why you're dating him anyway, but he doesn’t want to lose you. 🤚 Shigaraki hadn’t ever thought that you singing was going to save them, so when you volunteered to stay behind as a distraction while they escaped the bar before the heroes could catch sight of them.

All it took was you taking off your mask and you were ready to go, you winked at the performer on stage, she seemed to welcome a second person with the song playing already half way through “One for the money, two for the show.” You sang as you picked up where the performer had left off, you gestured for her to continue singing, you remembered the times that you used to perform, never here but you had always wanted to, catching onto what you were doing the performer continued with the song as you chimed in and harmonised where you could.

Shigaraki had started leaving until he heard Toga making a fuss about something “what is wrong with you?” He asked, all she did was excitedly point to the stage where you looked to be right at home. “Huh? Looks like she belongs up there. How'd you bag her?” Dabi asked as his eyes found you in the state as well. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Shigaraki asked. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you’re fucking ugly.” Dabi reminded him and he rolled his eyes before looking back to where the heroes had been filtering in. “We need to leave.” Shigaraki finally said. “And miss her performance, she’ll never do this again.” Toga complained. “Go.” He ordered, he had to admit the pull to stay and watch you was strong but he knew that if he did they’d be back to square one, he trusted you to get back to him, maybe he could get you to sing for him again.

When you did get back to the base, you looked tired, he glared at each person individually making sure each of them knew not to say anything, you walked over to where he was sitting and curled into his side, he was careful to move his hands from you. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah fine, the heroes thought that I was just another performer.” You answered “the owner of the bar actually asked me to come back.” “Why?” Shigaraki asked, he could see Twice grab Toga’s hand before it could land on her forehead, that made him realise how what he had said sounded. “I-” “Don’t worry I know what you meant.” You smiled. “I told him I wasn’t available, had someone waiting for me.” “Mmm.” Shigaraki hummed. “It wouldn’t be terrible for you to sing again.” “Oh yeah?” You asked. “Yeah.” He nodded.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi notices that you listen to music, hum and dance a lot but he has never heard you sing, from the humming he could tell that you could sing and sometimes he tried to catch you sneaking into the house or room but you just never seemed to do it. 🔥 Dabi would tease you about it, he’d mention it everytime that you hummed, whether in conversation or when actually humming a song. 🔥 He’s not the type to sing or dance himself but he would enjoy watching you, especially if you were enjoying yourself, he’s a firm believer in doing things because you want to not because you have to. 🔥 When you told him to meet you at the bar with a promise that a distraction would be well underway, he expected a bar fight or something but what he found when he got in there was way different.

“It isn't that hard, boy, to like you or love you, I'd follow you down, down, down.” Dabi had to tear his eyes from you, he had a job to do, a deal to finalise, he saw the man who should have been waiting for him, he walked over and sat down arm pulled back to rest on the back of the booth, he could see you perfectly on the stage from where he was sitting and your eyes connected for a second as you gave him a soft almost unnoticeable nod. “You from the league of villains?” He asked. “What do you think?” Dabi asked, his eyes moving back to the man in front of him. “You want an arm right?” The man asked. “Is that a problem?” Dabi asked. “No it’s just pricey is all.” The man answered. “Mm.” Dabi hummed as he passed over the case filled with money, the objective was to get the arm and the money with no trouble at all. “That cover it?” “That will cover it just fine.” The man nodded as he lifted his own case onto the table, Dabi glanced at you again. “You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man.” You sang. “You know her?” The man asked and Dabi looked back at him. “Nah.” He answered “she’s just the best entertainment they’ve had in a while.” “That I can agree with.” The man answered but just as he was about to lean over to take the money the light went out and your song ended, Dabi didn’t want a second longer, he grabbed both cases and hightailed it out in the commotion and anticipation for your next number.

Dabi rounded the corner long after you had, you were leaning against the wall waiting for him to meet you “you got everything?” You asked. “Yeah.” He nodded holding up the two cases, as you took one from him, he didn’t let you get far though, catching you around the waist before you could step away from him. “I was right.” “What?” You asked. “You can sing.” He smirked. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone I like it being our little secret.”

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ofdreamsanddoodles · 5 months

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here is my eva college au as someone who has only watched 20 episodes

everyone gets a Nerv pension to help them deal with their frankly ridiculous level of trauma. Rei & Shinji both use it for their college fund. Asuka buys a 3 bedroom house & forces them to live with her with the excuse that she doesn't want to have to cook for herself. shinji's friends call her his sugar mommy. they both hate it so much

asuka, having already graduated is the only one with a Real Job but teaches biology at shinji & rei's university part time. shinji used to work in fast food but when asuka asked him how he could stand it & was like "the trick is not caring whether you live or die!" so she made him quit. now he works at the school library

rei is a pretty good coder, but she's going to school to study ancient poetry. shinji is probably going into social work or music. he's mostly trying to broaden his horizons & find something that genuinely interests him so he's taking a lot of random classes

rei develops dissociative episodes where she wanders out into fields & just stares into space for hours. shinji usually finds her by tracking her phone but he doesn't try to bring her back home its more of a "i saw you on the ground so i laid down with you so everyone would think we're chilling" situation

asuka was recently hit with the "wait the only man i've ever felt attraction to was someone unattainable in a position over me" realization & joined a derby team over it. she does a lot of impulse buys to try and find out what makes her happy instead of what makes her look pretty. literally everyone on her derby team is in love with her

kaworu & shinji are both nonbinary & everytime someone genders shinji as a guy kawaru goes "UMMM thats my girlfriend" or vice verse. shinji accepts both. kaworu just wants to remind everyone they're dating. he's unemployed but does furry commissions. once he drew his & shinji's fursonas once & now it's framed in the living room. asuka makes them hide it every time they have someone over

once a week, misato gets a call from at least one of them crying about how they'll never be normal & how hard life is & she has to talk them down from giving themselves a haircut mid breakdown. as thanks, rei bought her a "world's best mom" mug. she's a politician now

shinji makes them all go to furcon every year. asuka's hobby is going to every artist she can find & asking them what fursona they'd give her & then judging their answers.

#shinji ikari furry college au #neon genesis evangelion #aster speaks #once i finish the series i'll have more to say probably

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 1 year

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What are your thoughts on ships like Ruki x Yui x Ayato or Yuma x Shuu x Yui?

I'm a fucking whore omds I love it. I want people. In love. AHHHH I think they have great dynamics to be explored 🤔

I don't say that lightly either I know a good love triangle is worth all the hype even if it isn't my favourite trope if done correctly, but personally, I think a lot of people forget the fact that if love triangles bring out another side of the character and show the type of love between them… this can be applied towards all three people in the relationship.

For example, Ruki and Yui are both very responsible, traditional and sensible as a couple, they work hard on the streets and do it fucking filthy in the sheets.

They have a quiet kind of love that blossoms with intent and care on the first day of spring. It's a pale little bud but the sprout is strong and when it flourishes it's like the moon in its gentle beauty.

Yui dances along to their old radio and Ruki hums whilst they make dinner together, they make tea and sit down on opposite sides of the table getting their work done individually even though under the table their legs are intertwined, they go out on long walks with content silence and go to sleep together putting their individual books on their bedside table and they wake up together and she does his tie and he does the buckle on her Mary Jane's and slides his hands up her stockings and grips her thigh in a promise for tonight and they kiss each other goodbye for the day as they toddle off to work.

Then you have Ayato and Yui the high school sweethearts, she’s top of her classes (if her life source isn’t being drained out of her), she has a ten-year plan, a colour-coded journal, she volunteers and does two artistic extracurriculars. He’s getting called out of class at least once a week but it’s only Monday, he’s asleep in half his lessons, he crams half of his curriculum in the corridor right before his exam, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do but he has 70p, an expired condom and the ego of the devil.

They dance around each other, staring at each other in lessons and looking away when the other turns towards them with the tips of their ears red, they brush their pinkies at first then they’re missing classes for quickies in the bathroom or storage closets, she drags him to classes and he studies with the deal every question he does correctly he gets a kiss.

She has all her firsts with him and he knows all his lasts will be with her, he cries over the notebook when she makes him watch it, they do facemasks together and get matching PJs. They go to prom and get fast food at two am giving each other gummy rings as promise rings. He makes her playlists and spraypaints her initials onto his skateboards, he wears her hair ties on his wrist. She writes him love notes and doodles Yui Sakamaki into her notebooks, he’s the backdrop of her laptop, and he’s made his way into her 10-year plan and even if it all doesn’t go according to the plan she has a feeling it’ll play out.

Ayato and Ruki hate each other, they snap at each other, pull each other’s collars and hate fuck. They make crass jokes and make slutty innuendos but they end up at the same bar sharing drinks in a quiet agreement, slivers of their past escaping their lips and floating away with the wind. Their vengeful trysts soften over time, as Ruki brushes the back of Ayato’s tailbone as he gets ready to leave, trying to sneak past each other’s brothers stops being a priority as Yuma and Ayato start getting in fraternal fights and Reiji even deigns Ruki the option of browsing through his books after an intense conversation over Socrates and Aristotle. They’re stupid as hell but also most definitely skirting around each other but also very prideful and possessive.

But like then if you combine them it’s mind-blowing.

Because then you have dates where they’re stargazing and Ayato gives his letterman jacket to Yui as they’re laid down in the back of his truck but then Ruki has to give his coat to Ayato so he stops whining and both of them cuddle Ruki so he doesn’t get cold ( he is ill the next day) When they’re cooking dinner Ayato is there in charge of the playlist, but he thinks their songs are too sappy so he starts playing Nicki Minaj and the only way to persuade him is feeding him and having him taste test as they cook - he also most definitely is forced to do the dishes. They get caught by Ruki trying to have their corridor trysts and he takes his job as the hall monitor very seriously so he punishes them by making Yui give him head and Ayato can’t do anything but watch. They show up to Yui’s Christmas church sermon and snort at each other’s remarks but are very supportive of Yui’s speech, when shopping ayato gets into the cart and Ruki pushes it whilst yui grabs what they need, ayato sleeps between them because he’s a chronic small spoon.

Ruki and Yui stay up till 1 am watching true crime only for ayato to drag them to bed, Yui does their skincare and they help braid her hair before bed, ayato refuses to read before bed so now they have his Gameboy clicking as background and when they wake up and Yui ties Ruki’s tie and he buckles her mary jane’s Ayato’s there behind her grabbing her ass on the way out as she gives him a little forehead peck. But to get back at him Ruki smacks his ass which causes Ayato to grab his tie and it’s all tension leaning in real close before they kiss and everyone goes about their way.

Their brothers are exhausted at blatant affection at monthly dinners but it’s just so…anyways.

They’re all giggly, competitive, and a little drunk on love.

Obviously, this all applies to Yui, Shu and Yuma so let me know if you would like to hear my spewl about them too.

#diabolik lovers #diahell #yui komori #ayato sakamaki #ruki mukami #anime #dl headcanons #diabolik lovers yui #diabolik lovers headcanon #diaboliklovers #diabolik lovers fanfiction

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soephiphany · 9 months

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Blue & grey - Han Jisung || The one where you finally let the light in.

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|| The one where you finally let the light in.

Summary -> In your grey world, you've never imagined that enjoying good book would bring a color to your life.

Pairing -> non idol!Han Jisung x gn!reader( I think it's gn. If there's something implying any gender, I missed it srry)

Warnings -> Studio Ghibli; kinda weird writing (pls don't hate, I write like that when it's for myself only but I wanted to be different); Han w painted nails; a very disgusting amount of fluff cause that's all i know to do! I don't think there's any more? If there's something, please tell me.

A/n -> Firstly, I like to apologize because i did NOT intended to take this long to write something lol but it happened. Also, this is sickening, awfully amount of fluff and delusional content but if the author's delusional what can I do, right? I wrote this while listening to Spinning globe and Let the light in, so I HAD TO put it in the drabble. Btw, I did not watched the new Studio Ghibli movie, I don't even know if it's out yet but my studio Ghibli playlist added this Kenshi song and I just felt the need to write something. Anyways, I'm not gonna hold you back anymore, enjoy bbs and thanks for reading. Btw, this is all your fault @dreamescapeswriting cause I've spended a eternity reading your reactions and i don't feel a bit of regret but now I'm impossibly delusional :/ I'm going fr now. Bye.

Tell me if there's any writing mistakes ;)

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You wish your feelings and actions were like the movies. Not usual and simple movies but Studio Ghibli movies.

Where life is green and full of passion, where even the most silent moments are filled with beautiful melodies and heartwarming lights and sounds.

Your life is grey.

It always has been, sometimes a hint of yellow or red appeared but eventually it retorned to the old and boring grey. That one where even the parts where light hits, it's still dark.

Even the prettiest pieces of art, the colorful Van Gogh ones were out of life and the Monet ones, were out of love.

Maybe you've been to drowned on the dark shade of grey, to see that hint of white in the corner. The one where sits in the hidden place inside that sweet corner of room called library. One that stays inside pretty eyes, one that follows a unknown sweet melody.

That one where stays and belongs in the prettiest eyes and the kindest heart.

One which steps are light and laughs are loud, which holds gorgeous warmth and shyly says

"Hi, are you going to pick this book?" Shiny brown iris gaze at your direction and suddenly, there's color in your world. A different tone of blue lives in the corner of the highlights in his eyes. He stares for some seconds before repeating himself.

It could be your extreme heartbeat or your delusional mind but it feels real. You feel the melody, you even hear the faint voice of Kenshi Yonezu in Spinning globe, just that Studio Ghibli spark that was missing in your life.

Studio Ghibli, it's Studio Ghibli, it echoes in your head.

"What?" With confused expression, you realize you spoke out loud, and too into your dreamland, you say it again.

"Hm.. it's Studio Ghibli" his eyes move between you and the book where your fingertips meet.

His chuckle is low but it makes you high

"I know"

"Hm?"

"I mean, i- It's written Hayao Miyazaki... And it's my-" he's blushing and embarrassed when you mumble a "ah, I know it too"

It feels so awkward, it feels so real and dreamy at the same time. You're so into it that Lana del Rey is long forgotten in your ear buds.

You've never believed in love at sight but now you understand, you just didn't had the right sight.

"Yea, it's my favorite" he cuts the silence with a shy smile, which you return gladly. He has a beautiful smile.

"Mine too." His eyes go big and his grin turns more impossibly perfect. His hands trace the book as he word that same sentence once again "Are you going to pick it?" You take the last ear bud left and Let the light in fades in the air, but you don't care, you need to hear him better.

"It's just cause, i've been looking for it for a while cause apparently Howl's moving castle only sells at specific places and I had to basically cross entire Seoul to find a place to buy this book and I just desperately need it. I really do but I understand if you wanna buy it cause you've touched before and I have a rule, so i would understand if you wante-"

"You can keep it." You cut his rumbling with a kind smile. His eyes went bigger than before and he's obviously trying to hold his excitement, which you find it adorable.

"Are you sure?" There's concern in his voice and you brush it off shaking your hands in his direction

"yea." He nods as he takes the book in his hand and there's a sudden warm in your fingertips, making you realize you were still holding it.

His nails are painted, some designed with tiny hearts, adorable just like his heart shaped smile, growing bigger by the second as he thinks about reading the book back in home.

"Thank you, really"

"It's okay" he taps the cover drumming some unknown rhythm for you right now. "I'm Jisung by the way" you divert your eyes from his hands to meet his piercing gaze and galaxy eyes "Han Jisung"

Your hands sweating when you offer it to him, you really hope he doesn't notice it. "I'm ______"

Gosh.

The gaze he has on you, like he's drinking you in, feeling your presence and marking your name in his head.

You feel really delusional, everything's very delusional now.

Except, you don't notice his shy smile when you bid goodbye and turn around, returning your ear buds to where they belong and leave, without knowing that he heard it too.

Cause his world could never be more blue, however, the moment the saw you, a different color came in his life. A unique shade of grey, a precious one, for him.

And you didn't noticed, how when he touched your hand and heard your voice, Lana's melodies echoed in his mind, and suddenly, his navy and dark blue world had a different light. When you smiled to him and said your name, you might've noticed how he stared at you, letting your light in, letting your watercolor drop sting in his canvas, marking you in his soul.

You noticed some things.

But you didn't noticed how he drummed the song you were hearing, or how he was longing to touch your hand and how your warmth affected him.

You both used to say you didn't believe in love at first sight, until you saw it.

He was glad to open the first page and find your number on it. He doesn't know when you put it there and neither does you however, the hopeful feeling that fills his heart is more than enough to make him go home with the book in his hands and a grin in his face.

And when reality was hitting you again, your phone vibrates in your hand.

You open it and see

"Hi"

"It's Jisung, from the library"

You see just what you needed to see.

Your very own Studio Ghibli moment.

Your movie.

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coffee-in-veins · 2 months

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Have you heard of how reynauld goes back to being a farmer after it all in dd2? Apparently if you fully upgrade his altar, a narration says that "he will retire his battered helmet atop a scarecrow, and labour the land beneath its baneful gaze" Any thoughts on that?

hello hello o/

thank you for the ask! ^^ i hope i won't dissapoint you with my answer, but after the last stunt RH pulled, on top of my already sour reception of the butchering changes the game made to characters...

let's just say, don't expect a pure, not salty, unbiased opinion, alright?

short version:

i'd say - i'm getting progressively more and more glad DD2 got cancelled in the making the more info i hear about it :}

long version:

the word choice in that particular snipet is so baffling i don't know where even to begin.

let's start with the simple things. upgrading the altar means nothing to land restoration. you either channel your JRPG and kill a god, or you don't. there's no in-between. you're restoring memories of what once was by grinding the candles and pouring the wax into the altar instead of feedingit to Tardif or something. if it implies living in the memory and denying reality as the only thing worth doing in a ravaged world, well, that is a shitty message to bring along as the only hope your fictional world has.

then again, looking at the real world now, i somewhat get the appeal... but i digress.

secondly, the guy is naively optimistic if he thinks he'll be able to return to farming without some community or an armed force to defend that land and whatever results of his labour bring - especially after such a massive shitshow as the full-world calamity DD2 implies. after DD1, localized and contained in just one county at worst? oh, sure, no issue with that. grab that Dismas' arse and go fulfil your redemption husband dreams in a neighbour country that have never even heard of walking fish. but after the fuckupery of DD2 where the whole world is corpses, burned cities, undead and tentacle fun? ehhhh... not as many places to go to, ain't it? starting community from the scratch? again, see point 1 aka "good luck putting that helmet away instead of sleeping in it if you found some untainted land".

thirdly, "baneful gaze" addition is just... what do you even imply here? that it's his past sins and he's the only one who can't leave the past behind? that there's some higher ups (probably the church who canonically have military here) who will be watching him and controlling his land and its harvests? is it just a throwavay line to make it sound more poetic? is it vague for the purpose of being vague...?

"baneful" is a very strong word. it implies hate, poison, promise of harm. is this a hint that DD3 Electric Boogaloo will be about the crusaders DD2 tried so furiously to scrub out of itself and then just slapped a DLC about them on top of itself without care and thought about the timeline and how none of it makes even a lick of sense if you stop for a moment...?

let's say, i can see Rey wanting a retirement and starting a farm somewhere on the outskirts of some village. but i doubt it will keep him, unless there will be some trauma which would prevent him from asking to work anywhere better - or someone who'd keep him there. Rey is knighted. he's a soldier in a medieval world, with a gear and maybe even a horse. he's worth a small fortune and i doubt he doesn't know that. hell, if we look at his barks:

Eyes down, you cowering sheep!

The faithless have no right to harm anyone...

Fool! Stop getting in the way of the soldiers!

No. And if thou breaks rank again, I will smite thee.

It profanes the Light to visit blessings upon you unworthy dogs!

You are not worthy of aiding me.

does he sound to you like someone who'd settle for a peasant position unless he has some outer reason to...? he doesn't to me. more like a guy who has a pride of a knight - and the life expectations of one. i can see him becoming a borderline knight, with a castle tower of two rooms and a village or two in his grasp, tho. that would fit, imo. a tiny lord with a lot of secrets in his past, battling PTSD and trying to get back into the civil life. that would be interesting to see.

then again, maybe he's a poor little meow meow like the rest of DD2 crew, i honestly have no idea. i tried to play the DLC, but the story was giving me seisures, so i dropped it pretty fast. i got him and Dismas together to the tavern, fed them chocolates, quit the game and never opened it since because that scene with the warlord was making me unreasonably angry.

sorry if you were expecting a better opinion.

#darkest dungeon #dd crusader #reynauld #my shoebox of letters #They don't even know how belts work || the saltmines #Grievings of the mountain || discussing DD2

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virtie333 · 2 months

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Never given it much thought, but how do you think this badass adorable angel of a woman shows love and likes to be shown love?

When you think about it, poor Rey was deprived of a hell of a lot growing up. She had parents who loved her and showed her tons of affection, but she didn't have them long enough. Growing up as she did by herself, not being able to trust or get close to anyone on Jakku, she was very much touch starved by the time she found the Resistance.

But because she had such a loving start to her life, she finds it easy to return affection once it's given to her. It's why she was able to bond so tightly with Finn so fast. In him she discovered a kindred spirit. Another soul that was raised in love but who had it taken away from him far too early and raised in a harsh, hateful environment. Rey waited for years for her family to return to her on Jakku, but when fate (or was it the Force?) decided she had to leave, that's when she found her real family.

As for romantic love, Rey has absolutely no experience. Her affection for Ben was brought on by her belief that their bond would bring him back to the light, a belief that never really died even after his betrayal. And in the end, her faith was rewarded by his return to the light before his death. However, Rey is still alive, and this passionate young woman wants nothing more than to give her heart to someone she trusts will take care of it.

Of course I think Poe is the perfect candidate. His patience and gentleness will earn her trust, and once he has it he there will be no looking back for either of them. Never in Poe's wildest dreams did he imagine loving a Jedi, but it only makes sense with his own reverence for the Force. And his loyalty and passion for doing what's right will give Rey the confidence to become the best Jedi she can be.

He will also happily spend as much time as she needs making sure physical touch becomes commonplace in her life rather than nonexistent. Rey will not be shy when it comes to sex, as long as it's with the one she loves.

#ask box #rey skywalker #amazing moots #valentine's day #damerey #ivystoryweaver

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villainsandvictimsalliance · 1 year

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Endeavor character study :

Endeavor might not be a good person but I think it's very interesting what he brings to the story as a character.

You have a man who is obsessed with a dream, not very different from the men we see and know in real life. He's obsessed with being successful in his profession, to the point he carefully arranges his life around it.

He marriages a woman who can further his career by providing him with talented kids. In return, he helps her family regain their status. Rei and Enji's marriage is a story of details, of micro aggresions, of a business deal and flowers and later on, abuse so intense you end up losing yourself to it.

Enji gets a traditional home that reflects on his tradicional values, contrary to the American like identity of All Might.

He attended UA on his student years, the most prestigious hero academy around. He is not a rich boy of golden cradle, but he works for his money and for his reputation as a pro-hero.

The doctor tells him the risks of seeking a perfect child the way he is doing, by purposely mixing his fire quirk with Rei's ice quirk. He ignores it 'cause at this point in time, he's not worried about loving and caring for the health of the wife he practically bought, nor is he worried about the health of his future children. He has only one goal in mind and that is to become the best, better than All Might.

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From down there, it goes predictably.

He teaches his obsession to his first born, who happens to get all the consequences that the doctor told Enji about. That obsession leads the kid to killing himself by accident, but Enji was too busy with his hero job to do something serious about it or even take the time to understand it.

His second and third children are pushed aside because they have only the ice quirk, instead of both. They are practically isolated. They lost their older sibling and now been separated from his younger sibling and his dad won't even pay them attention. They are, in other words, failures to him

And his youngest is everything Enji wanted and was looking for. Still, Enji is so lost on his mind and big goal that he starts abusing Rei to the point she burns her son by accident, because she thought he was Enji. The kid was isolated from his mom then and there too, staying with his very abusive and insane dad, training since he was a toddler to be perfect. What Enji truly got was his wish, but Shoto hated him. The kid could be the number one hero, but Enji had destroyed him and his family in the process.

Enji ends up alone, with no relationship to any member of his family.

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Through the manga, we know him as a bad man, someone who is pushing Shoto to a braking point. Later we get to know him as the second pro-hero on Japan's ranking, the first after All Might retires. It doesn't make Enji happy at all, surpassing him because All Might couldn't fight anymore.

With the responsibility of the first spot, we see him growing as a person. He acknowledges some of his mistakes, he gets to work with Shouto and his friends, he gets the addition of Hawks and he becomes more human as a character. He's no longer one-dimensional with his hero obsession, now he has kids (barely) and partners in the hero profession. He gets fans, he corrects some of his way, we all know the drill.

That, of course, until Touya returns right when he was repenting a little.

With his biggest mistake back, Enji is paralyzed. He had faced the consequences of the decisions he took that lead to Touya's death, but he did it in a time he mourned probably, but didn't —couldn't understand what he had done. He was blind.

Facing Touya, he's forced to realize death was not the worst case scenario. His son is alive and he's the villain that almost got one of his interns dead. He's part of the most evil villain group and he is, more than anything, his son. The flames, the rage, the obsession. Enji doesn't comprehends yet, but after the War, he cries (finally) and remembers all that happened. It's a minuscule starting point.

He moves on to try and make things better by helping Izuku, but he lies to Shoto again and he once more puts his hero job first. Now, he's kinda a sorry ass of a man, defeated, lonely, he has lost.

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And Dabi, like always, arrives perfectly on time to confront his father.

This is what leads to Endeavor's fight with AFO and the current situation, where Enji has admitted he is guilty and needs to make himself responsible for all his actions and life choices. No other than AFO himself let's him know of how much he had fucked up Touya, who is fighting Shouto as they speak. Endeavor then dreams of a future of kids who had become pro-heroes unlike him, of a new generation with better choices. He let's go of his dream and decides to finally start protecting the dreams of others, including his son. He risks his life for it, to the point he's half gone already.

It's not a starting point, not even the middle, more like a realization point of how viscerally wrong he was and how the world is worst because of him. He even kills his younger self in a symbolic panel, acknowledging he was pathetic and abusive.

They are both in such bad shape the story doesn't guarantee they can survive their fight/talk. Shoto is there too, but at this point it is between Touya and Enji. Touya is Enji's consequence and no one else can answer for it.

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If Horikoshi goes down the being kept alive road, we could get the resolution of the Touya-Enji plot and maybe both of them alive, healing and going separate ways to deal with their past crimes and body conditions.

If Horikoshi goes down the death road, they could both die maybe together as cause and effect, or maybe apart but after finding closure. Who knows

Maybe only one of them will be allowed a second chance, maybe the other will sacrifice himself to allow it, maybe Hawks will be the one ending like a sacrifice lamb for the sake of the Todorokis.

Either way, it's been a journey for Enji.

#Shan's bnha meta #Shan's mha meta #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Bnha meta #Mha meta #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #Endeavor #Bnha endeavor #mha endeavor #Enji todoroki #Todofam #Character study #Shan's character study #Endeavor character study #Long post

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