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rynbutt · 15 days

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pierced. pt. 7 | spencer reid.

He was falling for every part of you.

you will find the other parts on my masterlist.

cw: fem!reader, 18+ content (MDNI), oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS), nipple stuff (duh).

a/n: this is basically just porn. he got me BARKING.

Spencer was basically pushing you out the door as you left Rossi’s house.

You were having a pleasant conversation with Hotch when Spencer grazed your shoulder, asking if you were ready to go. You told him you would be ready in a minute and almost thirty minutes after he asked, it was like he was sulking. He asked you again and this time you felt you should honour his wishes. You hugged JJ, Emily and Penelope goodbye and thanked Rossi again for inviting you, Spencer wasn’t so bothered by formalities and started ushering you out the door.

You berated him gently as you left, reminding him to be polite. Spencer lovingly reminded you that they’re used to him and his antics. Spencer unlocked his car and before you could even open the passenger side door, he spun you around, pushing you against the car door. He cupped your face in his warm hands, pressing a hard kiss to your lips.

It was then you understood why he wanted to leave, the hard-on in his pants pressing against your thigh. You gently pushed on his chest, forcing him to pull away from your lips. You smiled coyly at him, moving some of his messy hair out of his face.

“I don’t think having sex against your car outside Rossi’s house is exactly sensible, Spence,” you whispered, gently fixing his tie.

Spencer’s mouth fell open, “I wasn’t- I was not implying we do such a thing.”

You giggled at his offended expression, “You sure?” You gestured down at the bulge forming in his pants.

“...No comment,” he retorted, kissing your cheek before finally freeing you of his grasp to get in the driver’s seat. You found it cute really, how much more confident Spencer had gotten when showing you affection.

Spencer held your hand for the entire ride home, his fingers laced with yours, making your hand look so much smaller compared to his. He ran the pad of his thumb along your thumb and side of your wrist, keeping your attention drawn to him.

You were sleepy when you got home, though you had the feeling Spencer wasn’t going to let you sleep much at all. You fumbled with your keys as you shoved the key in the lock on your door, Spencer getting handsy when you didn’t move as fast as he wanted you to. You finally unlocked your door and pushed it open, kicking your heels off the minute you stepped inside, the blisters on the back of your feet finally gaining some relief.

Spencer followed behind you and once your shoes were off, he pressed you against the door, one hand on your hip while the other held your jaw, kissing you deeply. You smiled against the kiss, lifting your hands to hold his face, fingers playing with his hair. You felt Spencer’s tongue push into your mouth, his hands coming down to scoop up your thighs.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your dress hiking up to your upper thighs. Spencer’s hands gently cupped the flesh of your ass, his hands kneading the soft skin. You let out a soft whine against his lips, pulling away for a moment to breathe.

“This why you wanted to get me alone, pretty boy?” You breathed.

“What gave it away?” He retorted, planting open-mouthed kisses along the underside of your jaw. Your hand gripped his hair as he nipped at the side of your neck, his hands slipping under your dress to feel your soft skin.

Spencer lifted one of his hands to feel around for the zipper on the back of your dress. He tugged on the zip, pulling it all the way down as the fabric loosened on your shoulders. He began kissing down your neck to the exposed skin above the neckline of your dress. You reached up to pull the fabric down your shoulders, exposing the swell of your breasts to his hungry eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” Spencer mumbled, pressing a long peck to your lips. He dipped his head down, kissing down between your breasts as his hands kneaded your ass. He pressed a kiss to the side of your breast before taking one of your pierced nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud. The cold metal felt weird in his mouth but it sent his mind reeling. You moaned softly against the back of your hand, your other hand gripping Spencer’s hair.

“Fuck- Spencer,” you breathed out through a whine as his teeth nipped at the squishy skin.

“You were right,” he glanced up at you, a cheeky grin on his face, “they are sensitive.”

You let out a small noise of surprise as Spencer lifted you off the door, your arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders as he carried you to your bedroom. Spencer gently dropped you on your plush sheets, pressing another kiss to your lips before he kicked his shoes off and slipped his blazer off his shoulders.

Your hands reached out to cup his face as he leaned in to kiss you, holding himself above you. Your fingers went to remove his tie but he stopped you, gripping your wrists and pinning your hands above your head. You let out a soft whine in protest as he began slipping your dress down your hips and legs, tossing it to the ground somewhere in your room.

He planted a kiss to your sternum, his lips ghosting over your hardened nipples. The feeling sent a shiver down your spine, feeling heat form in your lower belly as a wet patch began to form on your lace panties.

“Can I go down on you?” He asked breathlessly, his dark eyes peering up at you.

You felt your skin heat up at the question, “you… want to?” You don’t think any man who came before him has ever wanted to go down on you.

“More than anything,” he confessed.

“Okay,” you nodded.

“Okay, what?” He teased, kissing the skin above your belly button.

“I want you to go down on me, Spencer,” you whispered, lifting one of your legs to drape over his hip. His hand held your knee before snaking up your thigh to play with the thin fabric of your panties against your hip. He let go of your wrists, his hands tugging on his tie. He pulled it over his head before reaching up to tighten the fabric around your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“You look cute like that,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” you retorted. Spencer suddenly pulled you to the edge of the bed, kneeling down in front of you on the floor as he pulled your panties down your thighs. You lifted your hips for him, letting him tug them off and toss them across the room with your dress.

He looked up at you from between your spread legs, “You okay, angel?”

You smiled softly at the nickname, “Please, Spence- don’t tease me.”

Spencer grinned, his large hands pressing on the back of your thighs, pushing your legs open until you were spread open for him, your slick cunt making his mouth water. You wanted to cover your face and squeal with embarrassment as he stared at you with nothing but adoration and lust in his eyes.

You were about to protest when Spencer pressed a kiss to your clit. You let out a soft moan at the feeling, your hands pulling at the tie around your wrists. Spencer let out a groan as he dipped his tongue inside your cunt, tasting your sweetness for the first time.

You threw your head back at the feeling of Spencer sucking softly on your clit, his tongue gently flicking over the swollen bud. Spencer pushed your legs further apart when he felt you squeezing against him, searching for some kind of friction. You had no idea where he learned any of this but he was making you dizzy.

“F-fuck, Spence,” you moaned out, your hands shooting down to grasp his hair, grinding your hips against his mouth. Spencer took one of his hands off your thighs, reaching his fingers up to press against your lips. You opened your mouth, sucking on his long fingers as he stared up at you from between your plush thighs.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, now coated in your spit. He placed a kiss to your clit before gently pushing his finger inside you all the way to the last knuckle. Your hips bucked against the feeling of Spencer curling his fingers inside you while his tongue swirled around your clit. He pushed a second finger in, the pads of his fingertips pressing against the spongy spot inside you.

You felt a warmth blooming in your abdomen as your hips bucked against Spencer’s face, his fingers splitting you open while he sucked on your swollen clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers tangled in Spencer’s hair, tugging at the roots, “Spencer- Spencer- I’m gonna-”

Spencer flicked his tongue over your clit, curling his fingers in such a way that made your mind go blank as the coil in your belly snapped, your cunt pulsing around Spencer’s fingers as you arched your back off your bed. Your slick gushed over his fingers and mouth, the sound of Spencer lapping up your wetness like a starved man was lewd but it was undeniably hot seeing him pull away from you with slick glistening over his lips and chin.

“You did so good, angel,” Spencer cooed as he rubbed your thigh, bringing you back down to earth. You were limp against the edge of your bed, your thighs aching from being pressed to your chest. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as a thin sheen of sweat coated your skin.

Spencer planted a kiss to the spot above your pelvis, leaving a trail of gentle kisses up your body before finally meeting your lips, making you taste yourself on his lips. You reached up, wrists still bound as you started unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Spencer grabbed your hands gently, “don’t you think you’ve had enough for one night, angel?”

You looked up at him, “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll be so mad.”

Spencer chuckled at your response, cupping your face as he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Say that again,” he whispered.

You felt your skin heat up, “...that I want you to fuck me?” you mumbled.

“Yeah,” he teased, “go on.”

You hesitated a moment, suddenly feeling embarrassed as if he wasn’t tongue-fucking you a minute ago. You leaned up to his ear, your lips ghosting over the shell of his ear, “...I want you to fuck me, Spencer.”

Spencer grinned coyly, his hand coming up to grip your jaw, tilting your head up to kiss you. He moved your legs apart, slotting himself between your thighs to grind his hard-on against your soaked cunt. You groaned against his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him close, your clit grinding on the rough fabric of his pants.

Spencer pulled away from you, pulling his shirt off his shoulders before pulling at his belt buckle. He pulled his pants down slightly, pulling his cock from the confines of his boxers. He looked painfully hard, precum leaking from the pretty pink tip.

You went to reach for his cock, only for him to stop you, pinning your hands back above your head, “If you touch me,” he panted, “I’m going to cum.”

“Hurry up then,” you breathed, grinning cheekily. Spencer sat back on his calves, your legs draped over his hips. He tugged on your thighs, reefing you up to grind his cock against your slick folds. He pulled you up into a sitting position, pulling your bound wrists over his head so you could hold onto him as you sat on his lap.

“Wanna look at you,” Spencer whispered, one hand gripping the base of his cock while the other gripped your ass. He guided the tip of his cock to your wet hole, slowly pushing the tip inside you. He groaned against your neck at the feeling of your wet cunt sucking him in. You moaned as he split you open, both his hands pulling at the flesh of your ass as he slowly pulled you down on his cock.

“Mm- Spencer-” you moaned, the tip of his cock reaching so deep inside you it felt like he was in your stomach. Spencer wrapped a hand around your waist, forcing you to arch your back against his chest. Your tits squeezed against his upper chest, your head tipping back. Spencer planted kisses to the column of your throat, slowly lifting your hips to bring you back down on his cock.

“Can’t believe…,” he grunted as you began bouncing on his cock, pulling almost all the way out of you before plunging you back down, “...you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Spence,” you whined, your hips slamming against his as he bounced you up and down. He reached a hand down to rub at your sensitive clit, the overstimulation paired with the feeling of his cock grinding against your velvet walls making you dizzy.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight,” Spencer groaned, bouncing you faster and faster on his cock. Your legs were shaking as you clamped down on his waist. Spencer suddenly pushed himself up, his cock still inside you as he forced you onto your back, holding himself above you as he slammed his hips into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling your room.

He breathed hard above you, trying his best to keep his composure as your cunt squeezed down on his cock, tightening as your orgasm neared. You got louder and louder as your abdomen grew hotter and hotter, your legs tightening around Spencer’s body to pull him closer.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Spencer groaned, your nails scraping over the skin between Spencer’s shoulders. He groaned at the feeling, dropping his head to your shoulder as his rhythm grew sloppy, hips stuttering against yours.

“M-Me too,” you whined, back arching off the bed. The coil in your belly snapped and you came harder than you did before. Spencer fucked you through your high, his breathing growing shallow and jagged as he chased his own high.

“Fuck,” Spencer grunted, quickly pulling out of you as he came on your lower belly, holding himself above you. He breathed hard, slipping your tied hands over his head to untie you. Your wrists felt slightly bruised from being bound but you were just happy you could cup Spencer’s cheeks and kiss him properly.

“You okay, baby?” you whispered.

Spencer looked up at you, a bead of sweat running down his temple, “Yeah, fuck yeah, sweetheart,” he laughed breathlessly, sitting back on the bed to find something to clean you up. He picked up one of the shirts he left here a couple days ago, wiping his cum off your belly gently.

He tossed the shirt onto the floor before reaching up to pull your sheets back. Spencer quickly got up, pulling his boxers back on and opening your closet door to find some clean panties for you. He picked his favourite pair; lilac purple with a little white bow.

Spencer helped you slip them up your legs before joining you under the sheets, tucking the two of you in. You were tired, your eyelids feeling heavy. Spencer’s fingertips danced over your cheek, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

“...Did you know sex can improve your sleep and can reduce overall stress both physically and emotionally?”

You started laughing softly, eyes still closed lazily, “Very sexy, Spence.”

“You told me intelligence was sexy,” he retorted.

“It is, but right now I just need you to cuddle me,” you replied, prying your eyes open to look at him. Spencer opened his arms, letting you scoot into him, resting your head against his chest and listening to the quiet beat of his heart. “See? This is nice.”

Spencer stroked your hair as you dozed off. Tofu suddenly pushed your door open, her little bell chiming as she jumped on your bed. She sat behind you, staring at Spencer over your shoulder.

“...Don’t look at me like that.”

a/n: you know what they say about nipple piercings, they taste like house keys and there's no place like home.

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princessbrunette · 5 months

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“you still mad at me?” while balls deep with rafe 😵‍💫😵‍💫.

GODDDD U ATE W THIS PROMPT 😩 like my jaw dropped

rafe was always doing this.

he’d make empty promises, plans even — talk to you all sweet with a warm hand on your back whispering suggestion of “that was the last time i’m getting involved with all that crazy shit, baby. i swear. s’just me you n’me now, you hear me?” and you being the fool, believed him.

until of course you’re catching him pulling back up to the drive on his motorcycle, yanking his helmet off with that ill-tempered expression of his that just tells you enough that somethings gone on, you know, the one where his teeth are grit, lips pressed together like they’d been sewn shut. that’s not even where it ends, because often times barry is close behind, pulling up alone side so they can debrief loudly in the living room, stinking up the place with pot. even if you were mad, you know the rules. no coming down the stairs when barry’s over.

you almost had started to enjoy the feeling of sulking when rafe would eventually skulk up the stairs after barry had left, shoulders heavy and ready to grovel. naturally, you put up quite the fight — and what might surprise you is that rafe let’s you mouth off, even if he knows you don’t understand the importance of his situation and likely never will.

“again and again rafe! how many times am i gonna have to put up with you just running off to god knows where when you promise me you’re not doing all that anymore! you were supposed to be with me today!” you nearly stomp your foot, that last sentence coming out childishly like an abandoned middle child. he nods, jaw ticking as he stares at the ground scratching his forehead, waiting for his lashing to end. once the tears start to roll, that’s his queue. like clockwork.

“come on, hey. y’know i love you, sweetheart. i’m sorry, okay?” he rushes to your side, sliding right up next to you on the bed and thumbing at the first batch of tears on your cheek, his hand so large it cups your skull at the same time. you want to preen into his touch, so elated with any affection after a day of missing him, worrying about him — but you don’t, because you’re still mad. be strong, you tell yourself.

you’re weak. you hate yourself.

not even 10 minutes of your sobbing and complaining later and he’s got your legs over his broad shoulders, balls slapping lewdly against you whilst he all but pumps you. his hands that are on your waist, using you as leverage reposition themselves so that he’s holding himself up over you more. a large hand wraps gently around your ankle as he does so, making sure your leg doesn’t slide off the strong slopes of his shoulder.

squeals and more tears are being punched out of you with each thrust, but he can see you physically relaxing, he can see you reaching out to him with a wobbling bottom lip so that you can hold onto his arms like you always do when he fucks you. it’s neutralising you.

“fuck, that’s m’girl.” he pants, mouth gaping at the way your pussy flutters around him. you’re so reactive to his voice he can’t believe it, never having met anyone who is so enamoured with everything he does. shit, maybe he should treat you better after all. he keeps talking, because he thinks you deserve to cum a whole bunch tonight, after putting up with all his shit. having a girlfriends made him gone all soft.

“you still mad at me?” he tilts his head, and you’re not sure if it’s intended to be mean or mocking, because it certainly doesn’t come out that way — his voice kind and eyes kinder, rolling the well kept muscles in his core to grind his cock against that spongey spot deep within. you don’t answer his question, clinging onto that last crumb of dignity and restraint. you pout through your whimpers, turning your head a little. he takes that opportunity to burrow down into your neck, his open mouth panting against your tepid skin as he speaks lowly again. “dont be mad at me baby. i’m only tryna look after my girl, you want that right?”

“mhm…” you reply before you permit yourself.

he slides his arms under you now, letting your legs down from his shoulders to hook around his waist instead. he’s holding your body close to his as he grinds, his pelvis smushed against your clit, making your thighs tremble and suddenly you’re so god damn close it hurts and you’ll do anything to cum.

“so good to me, baby.” he sighs and you cry out, arching your body harder to his. “i know. let it out. i’m so bad to you sweetheart s’the least i can do.” he mutters self pityingly before letting out a groan, cock pulsing inside you. you remember thinking about how right he was about that when you fell over the edge into a white hot orgasm.

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader

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wolfiesmoon · 4 months

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What a fate

Ran x good girl! reader

this is a part 2 to my fic "i can't sleep", dont worry i'm feeding ur families they will no longer starve. apparently people are really into ran considering how many notes that fic of mine got (and who can blame them honestly)

unrelated but i cant believe it took me this long to get into housewife radio by ghost i love the horror vibes because of course i do

You've had a turbulent few days recently. Ever since you agreed to do that stupid dare Ran hasn't left you alone.

He did promise to do so but you didn't think he was actually serious about "making you his". How could you let this happen?

Things turned out completely opposite to what you expected, though. Instead of dragging you to his gang meeting to beat the crap out of you, he's taking you there to threaten his lackeys that if they even so much as lay a finger on his girl (you), they'd feel hell on earth.

You suppose that it's nice that he wants to protect you but you feel extremely out of place and uncomfortable at a gang meeting of all places.

Your parents think you're studying at a library right now. Somehow, you feel like you're commiting a crime.

You also met his brother at that meeting.

It seems being a good-for-nothing delinquent runs in their family. You feel sorry for their parents. If they even have them.

"Wow, I would've never thought the nerd would be your type." Rindou teased Ran. Actually, maybe it was both of you he was teasing.

"She's the one that kissed me first." Ran smirked at you.

"You're the worst. Both of you." you furrowed your brows, not finding either of them amusing in the slightest.

"Your girlfriend hates you, man. Personally I would not put up with that." Rindou seemed disinterested, checking his nails as he said that.

"I am not his girlfriend, either!" you defended yourself but Ran just looked at you like he pitied you and Rindou looked like he didn't believe you.

"Right, okay, if you say so. You two have your lover's quarrel on your own. I'm going elsewhere." Rindou just casually left, leaving you all alone with Ran in an abandoned storage unit. Oh boy.

"Umm, I should get going- ack!" you felt your wrist getting grabbed, preventing you from leaving. There's your only exit up in smoke.

"Leaving so soon? But we haven't even had our fun yet." Ran smiled at you and you honestly felt scared at that moment. Oh no, you shouldn't have yelled back at him so daringly just now. Now he's going to beat the crap out of you and drop you off in front of your parents doorstep as a warning to never mess with his gang again.

He leaned in closer and you braced yourself for the pain, but instead of that you felt his lips on yours.

Kissing...?! Again?! Well, atleast it's better than a punch to the face... You can't believe it's come to a point where you're glad to get kissed by Ran.

But still, does he have to kiss you in the least romantic place possible? Even if you did have feelings for him you'd totally find this moment cringy.

"You suck at kissing." He comments heartily, pulling away.

"I'm not the one who kisses a new girl every day. Maybe I actually have some self-respect." You crossed your arms. He was your first kiss after all.

"Every night is an exaggeration. It's like, every week." You couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious, even if you saw his expression.

"Oh, wow. Glad to know that I'll get cheated on in about 3 days. Way to make your 'girlfriend' hate you less."

"I'll stop for you." He smiled.

"Uh huh, whatever." You rolled your eyes.

Though, his kisses are actually kind of making you.... No, no! Don't fall for that! You can't believe you almost admitted that you'd fall for him if he kissed you more.

"How's it going with your new boyfriend, girl?"

"God, do not call him that." You held your forehead in frustration.

"I think he's taken a liking to you." Your friend nudged you, pointing at Ran who was sitting on the other side of the cafeteria and smiling at you as he ate.

"Great." You said sarcastically, immediately looking away when your eyes met.

"See? It ended up well. Now you have a hot bad boy boyfriend." Your friend kinda wished she'd done it instead of daring you.

"Didn't I just... ugh! I don't think my parents would agree with you." You placed your forehead on the table, groaning. "You date him if you want a bad boy so bad. But I hate you for dragging me into this." Your voice was slightly muffled.

"Yeah, we'll see. You'll be the happiest couple ever in like, two months."

You raised your head, looking back at Ran once again. You're in quite the pickle, aren't you? The next thing you know, you'll fall for Haitani Ran.

How scarily exciting.

"Hop on." Ran stopped on his bike in front of the library. How he knew you had a study session there today? Don't worry about the details.

Another motorcycle ride... You feel like you barely survived the last one.

"My parents expect me to be home in 10 minutes." You crossed your arms. You weren't lying, either.

"Who cares? Live a little." Ran rolled his eyes playfully. Clearly he isn't going to let you back down.

"I'll do it, but only if you keep it to ten minutes." He was right, backing down isn't your thing. You wonder how much resisting him you could get away with if you weren't special to him.

Special to him... huh.

"Killjoy." He insulted you lightly as you sat down in front of him. Again, neither of you are wearing a helmet. This is the last time you'll let it slide.

"I prefer to not get scolded endlessly." You held onto him tightly because you knew what was coming and didn't want to almost fall off the bike again. He felt proud when you held onto him like that.

Like you're finally his. To be honest, he didn't really care much for you until you kissed him out of nowhere like that. How bold of you, the top-of-the-class rule stickler. But he likes that. And that's why he decided to make you his.

Isn't the fact that he lets you ride on his motorcycle enough to see that?

You felt the wind blowing against your face as you set off. Now that you feel it again, it doesnt feel too bad. It's kind of nice, actually. And Ran is warm, too.

The scenery moves past the two of you and strangely, you feel really calm and at peace. It feels like your parents don't exist in this moment and that you can just... live, and feel the adrenaline of the high speed.

This is so scarily exciting.

"You look relaxed." He said, looking down at you.

"I am. And look at the road, will you?" You scolded him but your voice was still relaxed. You look up at him again.

He actually isn't that bad looking. You kind of understand why some girls would fall for him. You, on the other hand...

Are unfortunately befalling the same fate.

He didn't say anything but you had a feeling he knew you were staring.

"You look like you're in love."

"What?! How would you even know?!" You looked back at the road, hiding your face from him. You can't help but get defensive of such a thing.

God, you hate that he's right.

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thatdeadaquarius · 9 months

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That language SAGAU but the Reader can only communicate writing on paper.

Either the Reader is mute and they (characters) don't know/understand sign language or they somehow lost their voices on their transmigration to Teyvat and can only write now. But the characters are left trying to decipher what the Reader wrote.

Examples:

Kaeya: "I may say, that was very unexpected your grace. One such as yourself should be more aware of who you are."

Reader: "wat, y u sayin dat?"

Gorou: "Oh, your grace! Careful now. I am most certain that you stepped on something unsightly right now. Let me clean your feet, your grace."

Reader: "r u srs rn? Fml"

Ooooo, this is nice, this is niiccceeee /ref

this would be the energy⬇️

Man I love this show, I gotta finish it (it’s Komi Can’t Communicate for those who want to see it) where she basically is too shy/introverted to speak (non-verbal neurospicy it seems like to me actually lol) and really wants to make friends and do normal things despite not speaking, her main way of communicating is writing (and her first guy friend who can just read her facial/body language really well lmao)!!

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Headcanons-ish?

Stars: dashes/mention of most characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Reader/”you” are mute/lost their voice, & Trigger Warnings: None Known.

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This kinda falls into that post I made abt texting lingo, abt us being nigh incomprehensible when using texting lang. (its basically a code lol)

but i think it’s always neat to see nonverbal rep so here we are (also i think imma go ahead and say it is both selectively mute but also enforced by video game laws!)

u know a good explanation would be for this is actually abt how we technically are only allowed to freely communicate when we’re in chats,

so I could see that still being the only way we can commnicate in Teyvat (look am i little excited abt taking “video game world” a little too literally in every genshin AU ever- maybe.)

tbh i could see so many allogenes having to either learn to make room for you in convos and u also having to get wayyy more expressive in body language/facial expressions

tbh i think itd be pretty easy to get ur meaning, like in a battle or smth fast-paced where u couldnt write, like how Tinker Bell can?

if u dont know what i mean just search “tinkerbell scenes peter pan” on youtube and u can see ppl just having a full conversation with no words with her, which i think would deffo happen with ppl like Kaeya, Lisa, Lumine, Venti, Heizou, Ayato, Yae Miko, Thoma, Beidou and Itto surprisingly i could see it (ppl in the distance just think theyre all talking to themselves sometimes when ur not as visible hehe)

OMG they get u nice gifts for writing all the time, like the newest compact pens from Fontaine, the finest small, medium, and large notebooks from Inazuma,

like a little compact pocketbook so u can easily fit it in pockets!

u know Im absolutely sure you could literally start the texting appreviation trend in Tevyat like this-

like just so it’s easier to communicate with you, a lot of people are willing to adapt/take on abbreviations like “ttyl, gtg, wth, lol, lmao” even stuff like “etc”

lol u start a whole trend in the writing letters business, hehe silly medieval Teyvat is silly and medieval

yknow I think the quieter vision users would definitely find you to be peaceful to be around and easy to understand just with writing (also deffo most likely to adore the soft moments together of just ur pen scribbling and the sounds of nature or a cafe or something around them),

tbh i also think these ppl would be motivated to talk to you alone, or get you away to just talk the two of you for all the reasons above, like Xiao, Aether, Kazuha, Ayaka, Chongyun, Zhongli, Diluc, Sayu, Ei, Sucrose, Eula, Ganyu, Ningguang, Tighnari, Alhaitham omg he might literally be able to take his headphones off around u bc youd be in such quiet spaces all the time, and bc u dont talk he doesn’t have to worry abt u getting loud either lmao

…and then ofc, there’s the bitches that try and guess what ur writing ahead of timeeee 😭

bein all like, “Uh… you.. would like.. to go to… a restaurant… to get some- OH OH I got this one this time! Some pita pockets! …Oh. A drink. Right. Sorry, again.”

definitely Itto, Cyno, Heizou, Xingqiu, Fischl, Amber, Collei, Dehya, Wanderer, Childe, Venti, Keqing (she just used to being fast ok), Kaveh lmao

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I hope my reply was a little fun!! THANK U FOR SENDING THIS I LOVE THIS SM!! Man it’s so hard to make you feel my appreciation for this idea thru the damn screen

like how do i send a virtual hug

ANYWAY, if you or anybody else had an idea for celebrating 1000 followers lmk bc i am STRUGGLING with this same issue for that,

like how to make u guys feel my love 😩 ❤️‍🔥

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Safe travels ignihideous,

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♡the beloveds♡

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elsplaything · 10 months

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benefits // ellie williams x fem reader

summary: you’re ellie’s plaything and you’re SICK of it. so, you go to confront her about it, and you can’t seem to get your point across…

warnings: male groping, intoxication, switch!ellie, strap usage (r!receiving), oral & fingering (e!receiving).. there’s probably more i just don’t remember

not proof read im sorry

you missed her. you didnt want to accept it, didnt want her to win, but you really, really missed ellie.

this friends-with-benefits-dirty-secret thing that you guys had going on was so confusing. she would barge into your room, all hot and bothered and cruel, forcing you to submit to her. she would have you face down on her bed, panting and broken and pathetic, but then right after she spoke to you like you were her angel. "youre so perfect, i cant believe i have you." "my perfect girl." "dont leave me, baby, let me hold you a while longer.."

but then, the morning came, and ellie was gone. you were left alone, in an empty house with an empty bed. she left you aching, yearning for more. the worst part of it all, though, was how she treated you outside of the bedsheets. like she didnt know you at all; you were a mere stranger to ellie in the public eye. every party, every gathering at jesses', she would just brush you off like another bystander.

yet you still missed her. even now, as youre standing alone in jesse's kitchen downing a redbull mixed with vodka, watching ellie flirt with yet another drunk and horny girl in the living room. did she even know you were there? did she even care?

"hey, babe. what're you doing back here?" dina's sweet voice brings you back into focus, forcing you to look away from ellie for what seems like the first time tonight.

"oh hey, uh- jus' getting another drink." you threw your cup into your mouth, chugging the entire bitter taste then pouring another. you needed to forget everything tonight, and this was the only way to do it.

"whoa there, cowgirl. lets go get you on the floor.. and away from the drinks!"

dina dragged your drunken state onto the "dance floor" (jesses living room) and you both danced closely to one another.

your hands moved up your body as you jumped and swayed against random people in the dance mob. you felt hot and sticky, but it was at least a good distraction...

ellie could see you from across the room. her jaw clicked as she saw your ass in that short black dress peek out as you grinded on a random frat guy. bile rose in her throat as she saw him place his big hands on your soft hips. those hips that were bucked up against her own, just a few nights ago...

"hey, get- get your hands..off.." you slurred at the guy, just now realizing that he wasn't dina, he was a big drunk asshole who's touch was getting too much too fast.

"cmon, ma, lets take this upstairs-"

"dude, she doesnt want to go up with you." somehow, ellie found herself in the middle of the dancefloor, holding your hand and defending you to this random jerk.

you looked up at her with your pleaded doe eyes, and she almost fell to her knees and died right there.

"hey, d, think i need to take her home for the night." ellie talked into dina's ear over the loud music.

"yeah, i think that would be best..." dina gave you a small smile and then proceeded to yell at the weird touchy guy.

ellie plopped you into the passenger seat of her old trunk, and you rested your head onto the headrest and looked over at her.

she sat down and turned the key over. "lets get you home, 'kay, pretty girl?" her long fingers brushed a strand of hair from your face.

you scrunched up your eyebrows and looked straight ahead, pouting. "dont do that, els."

with one hand on the steering wheel, she looked over at you and her expression softened. you looked so cute, all drunk and tired in your best dress. she loved that one, she even picked it out for you a few months ago.

"do what?" her voice was soft and almost mocking.

you sniffled, looking out the window to try and hide the tears falling down your cheeks. you were a sad drunk, thats for sure.

"dont call me that. don't act like i matter to you.. its all bullshit." your words were slurred and messy, but at least you sort of got your point across.

she pulled into her driveway, turned off the car and fully turned to you.

"youre drunk. get inside, ill run a bath. we can talk in the morn-"

"no! im not gonna-- talk in the fucking morning! tell me why you dont fucking love me or care!!" you spat out, full on sobbing in the passenger seat.

ellie had that little crinkle between her brow that you adored so much. she looked at you with sorrowful eyes, she knew this had gone too far.

"i.. fuck. i do love you, y/n." she caressed your cheek with her hand, trying to comfort your burning skin.

suddenly, you felt a little more sober. you unbuckled and got out of her truck, and started to storm off into the empty street.

"what the fuck are you doing??" ellie yelled after you, grabbing your forearm before you got too far.

"i'm sick of your lying, ellie. you've told me that before, told me you loved me and you would never leave and blah blah, then you go and ignore me, flirt with all the fuckin' sluts in the fuckin' world and then you tell me you don't want a relationship because you hate labels and i'm fucking sick of it!"

you finally snapped. your breathing was erratic, your eyes were glaring into hers, and all ellie could think of was how incredibly hot you were when you yelled at her.

she walked closer to you, and she could literally feel the heat emitting from you.

"then why do you keep coming back to me?" her voice was low as she looked into your eyes with something you've never seen before. they grew dark, even in the moonlight, and you didn't even know what to say.

she grabbed your jaw before you could get a word out and practically hit her lips against yours. you moaned at her forcefulness, pulling her hair to deepen the kiss.

before you knew it, you were dragged inside and thrown onto her bed.

ellie's lips sucked hard on your collar bone, marking you as hers. her hands roamed all over your sides as she writhed on top of you, needing to be inevitably closer to your warm skin.

"fuck- you're so fucking pretty when you're mad." she mumbled against your skin, her hot breath burning you.

your fingernails dug into her biceps, anger searing at her comment. you wrapped your legs around her waist and pulled her hips onto yours harshly, digging your feet into her ass.

"fuck you." you breathe into her mouth and flip her over so you straddled her waist. you unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her thighs, your fingers plunged into her grey boxers and rubbed along her folds. she was soaking wet.

ellie whimpered underneath you, propping herself up on her elbows so she could get a better view of you on top of her. she liked it when you took control, though she'd never admit it.

you quickly shoved two fingers inside of her, making her cry out the prettiest moan.

"you take it so well, huh, pretty girl?" you panted out, leaning down to kiss her slick forehead. her bangs were stuck with sweat, she looked so beautiful.

she clenched her eyes shut as you went deeper, earning breathy moans and "fuck, right there" from her.

ellie's long fingers clung to your shoulders as she came fast around your hand. she's never come that fast, only when she ate you out..

she began to move you over, but you stopped her by moving down her legs so your face was met with her cunt. "nuh uh, not yet." you told her; she looked at you with confusion before she cut herself off with another pretty whimper as you sucked harshly on her swollen clit. she was sensitive from her previous orgasm, and her hands pulled at your hair at the overstimulation.

"fuck- i cant- stop it, y/n!"

"you can take it." you mumbled into her pussy as your fingers found themselves buried deep inside, again.

ellie was getting a taste of her own medicine. and she liked it.

she liked to watch you as your eyes fluttered while your mouth and fingers worked on her. your dress was scrunched up at your hips, exposing your tiny panties and big ass. god, just looking at you had her cumming on your mouth.

"god, youre fucking killing me." ellie groaned and leaned her head back onto the pillows as her back arched into your tongue. you had to hold her waist down with your free arm while ellie rode out her high onto you.

you climbed back up so you were straddling her again; she was panting like a dog and her green eyes were glazed over as she looked up at you like you were a literal angel sent from heaven.

your hand cupped her cheek, brushing away the loose hair. her eyes fluttered closed, taking in your soft touch.

"you liked that, huh?" you whispered to her and kissed her nose.

"mmhm," she mumbled sleepily, "but it's your turn now."

her hands suddenly grabbed you and flipped you over so ellie was the one on top, and it felt oh, so familiar.

soon enough, her biggest strap was plowing into your abused cunt, your face was pushed into her mattress, her hands on either side of your head.

your screams filled her ears, making her thrust faster. she pulled you up by your hips so your pretty ass faced her. you supported yourself on your elbows and your head hung as she hit your spot over and over again.

"never gettin' away from me again, angel." she panted to you, and all you could do was moan in response.

"too- too much, ellie.. god!" your fingers gripped the sheets and you tried to get away from the brutal thrusts of ellie's strap, but as soon as she saw what you were doing, she grabbed your waist with one arm and pulled your back against her chest.

"dont you fuckin dare. do not run from me." her voice was clear in your ear, and your head fell back onto her shoulder as she pushed up into you. "thats it, thats my girl."

her free hand went to your clit, pushing you over the edge. you screamed her name, probably waking up the entire apartment complex.

ellie's long arms wrapped around you as your eyes drooped. you loved to listen to her heartbeat when you laid your head on her chest, completely fucked out.

"i really do love you, you know that, right?" her voice was so gentle, she was scared to lose you after tonight. after all you said.

you sighed deeply, still laying on her. "then stay."

#ellie williams #tlou smut #tlou x reader #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #ellie williams smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie the last of us

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kentosbabes · 1 year

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'Just let me look after you'

ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ Word count: 1.6k Warnings: its just pure smut Content: Talking to Eren about why you don't hook up with anyone anymore leads to something unexpected

You and Eren are sitting on his sofa with a film playing in the background as you are deep in conversation. 'why do you sleep with so many girls' You blurt out, the question making both your eyes widen. Eren was known for sleeping around, his bad boy demeanor and piercing green eyes practically screaming sex.

But to you, he was your best friend and roommate who was caring and kind. He always had a soft spot for you, making sure you were well cared for, buying you food and taking you shopping. He secretly loved how whenever you were upset or just feeling down you would come into his room asking to cuddle or just be in his company until you felt better.

'well why dont you sleep with guys?' he ask in retaliation. A plush pink now covering your cheeks at his question.

'oh there's a reason?' he pushes after seeing your expression 'come on pretty girl spill'.

You refuse to keep eye contact as you attempt a reply 'it's embarrassing ren'

Eren only lets out a chuckle at your shyness ' come on baby it cant be that bad. What are you a virgin?' he pushes even more, now teasing you a little.

'not quite'

'not quite?' he questions back his brows furrowed with confusion.

'I have been with guys but it's just not been what I thought' Eren nods signalling to continue 'I never finish' you finally blurt out. His lips are pulled into a cocky smirk but his eyes are soft and caring as he looks down at you.

'never?' he asks the redness on your cheeks spreading knowing you're about to expose yourself even more.

'I mean sometimes when you know I'm alone but never with anyone else. I always assumed I had some issue so I just stopped'.

He lets out another chuckle at your innocence, 'Love there's nothing wrong with you, it's probably because you've only fucked with boys what you need is someone who puts you first like a man.' he simply states and you don't know why but a sudden wave of confidence flows through you after seeing the hunger now filling his eyes clarifying he's thinking the same thing you are.

'and your a man huh?' you ask biting your lip 'is that what you are?'

'I mean they always come back' he shrugs as he leans in a little closer than usual. 'you want me to show you why?' he breathes out in your ear his left hand now cupping your right cheek, you can only nod in response. And a sudden feeling of a pleasurable pain begins to gather in between your legs. 'let me take care of you' he says before bringing your plump lips to his in a slow wet kiss filled with passion and anticipation. your hands are quick to run through his long brown hair pulling lightly at the roots as he bites and sucks softly on your bottom lip. Before you can even think his right hand now moves to your thigh a whine escaping your lips when he gives it a squeeze allowing him to explore your mouth fully. The tension and apprehension is new to you, when usually it's all rushed and over before you can even think to sit and enjoy it. Even for Eren who normally rushes into it takes his time with you, he wants you to feel everything.

The confidence still high in your system you push into him and moving so your straddling him. His hands now grabbing your ass as he moves down kissing your neck, biting and sucking on the sweet spot as you release sweet sounds. your hips instinctively move back and fourth against him, the bulge in his pants now growing as he lets out a groan in pleasure.

'You going to let me make you feel good baby?' his hand now finding the waistband of your shorts. the only coherent word leaving your lips being his name. 'fuckk your so wet baby' he moans out as he rubs his fingers against your clothed cunt. too caught up in the pleasure your dont even notice him moving your panties aside and gathering some of your wetness and then going back to circle your clit. While he continues his work on your neck, he carefully picks you up, your legs wrapped around his waist 'lets go to my room yeah' he breathes out. The thought of you being the first and only girl who he's going to fuck senseless on his own bed goes straight to his dick which gets even harder.

Once he's sat you down on his bed he's taking off his top exposing his toned chest and abs. Your eyes scanning all over his body in particular the defined v-line leading down to his dick which you now see is pressed hard against his joggers. When he's stripped down to his boxers he comes over helping you take off your top and shorts. the anticipation getting to much for you, pulling him down ontop of you and meeting his lips with yours. His fingers back down in between your legs

'I'm going to make you cum so much tonight baby, need to make up for lost time' he says before his fingers go deep into your seeping cunt.

'f-fuck ren' you let out as you squirm underneath him. his fingers curling in you hitting a spot in you never been touched before that has your head thrown back into the bed and your nails scratching up his back.

'you gunna cum for me princess' you nod in response not able to think about anything but the way he's making you feel. 'God your so good. look at me mama look at me when I make you cum' Eren says his other hand coming up behind your head his green eyes piercing into you. You hold onto his arm hard your nails dinning into his skin, and try to keep eye contact as his fingers hit that same spot and the coil in your stomach threatens to snap, and when it does what a sight, your legs shaking and head thrown back against the pillow. Eren slowly takes out his fingers watching you whimper at the sensitivity and then places them at his lips sucking on them 'You taste so good baby, I can't wait to put my head between those pretty thighs' Eren practically moans out, his fingers going to your mouth, you open up sucking his fingers his eyes rolling back at the sight of your fucked out state.

You reach out to his boxers but he catches you wrist saying 'later baby right now all I can think of is fucking that pretty pussy'.

'please ren I-I need you' you whine out as he begins taking off his boxers exposing his dick. 'Eren I dont think that will fit' you say sitting up on your elbows, your hand wrapping around it, your thumb rubbing circles around his leaking tip.

'fuck' he moans out throwing his head back. 'it'll fit baby dont you worry you pretty little head just lay back, Just let me look after you, I'll make you feel real good' you follow his instructions laying back down while his hands find your thighs again so he can spread you out even more. He stares at the sight of your plump lips and your wetness now covering your thighs,

'please' you beg and instantly his tip teases your entrance moving up and down through your slick before slowly entering you. you both moan out at the feeling, 'tis to big ren i-i cant'.

'nuh uh baby you can. it is so warm and tight, fuck.' his thrusts quicken as he watches how your cunt just sucks him in clenching as he praises you. 'oh god you feel so good fuck' he groans throwing your legs on top of his shoulder thrusting harder into you reaching spots that have your legs beginning to shake and loud moans coming out your puffy lips.

Soon enough the tightness in your stomach returns 'ren 'tis so good'

'I can feel you squeezing me love you gunna cum again for me?' he moans out his hand reaching to yours placing it on your stomach where you can feel him moving in and out of you. 'you feel how deep I am princess, so so good for me.' his words only making the coil tighter in your stomach and before you know it your cumming around him as he cums deep inside of you. His thrusts slow letting you both come down from your high.

He's quick to go into the bathroom bringing a wet towel to clean you up then coming to lay next to you. 'your beyond perfect you know that right mama' he says looking at you cuddled into his chest. When you look up at him batting your lashes and giving him the cutest smile he's seen he understands it all. He understands why he refused to bring girls to his place

so he wouldn't see you and lose all interest in the girl he was with

Why he would always think of you when being sucked off

because your lips are so soft

Why he wanted to spoil you

because he wanted to be the source of your happiness

He only ever wanted you and the look in your eyes clarifies your shared feelings. You bring his head back down to yours in a slow kiss and he knows he won't hold out long before he's hard again.

'round two?'

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xavviquz · 4 months

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♥︎ he loves you, he loves you not. ♥︎ satoru gojo x gn!reader - pt. 2

➡︎ pt.1 //

warnings // angst, blood, death mention, lots of hurt probably, gojo is practically in shambles and unstable, hes a little bipolar

notes // i made a pt.2 of the hcs since you guys were so curious about the readerr also the reader does not die buttt they— wc: 455

synopsis: he loves you dearly, but he doesnt have the right words to express it.

em. unavaible!gojo who has nightmares of the dream he had countered. you were sobbing, blood completely staining your clothes. you asked and asked why wasnt he there for you. why couldn’t he save you. all gojo had done was stare; his hands were trembling and his eyes closing shut, wishing this wasnt real, thinking this is all a dream.

em. unavaible!gojo that wakes up in the middle of the night, frantically tossing the bedsheets, shaking your body, lifting up your clothes to make sure you arent hurt.

en. unavailable!gojo who goes through insane episodes, asking for you to leave him alone, even go as far as breaking up with you just for him to cry in his arms again. gojo didnt want to lose you, and he couldn’t afford to.

em. unavailable!gojo that can barelt understand where you’re coming from. when you talk to gojo on how he should be more open and more affectionate, you were always shut down by him with a “i’m trying, but you know i have work.” or “you dont understand the amount of things i go through each day.” when you try to understand where and why gojo feels that way.

em. unavailable!gojo who never shows up to your planned dates or reservations.

em. unavailable!gojo who doesn’t act the part in the relationship. you feel as if you’re just roommates that sleep in the same bed and gojo wishes that he could tell you different.

em. unavailable!gojo that sits on your shared couch, legs crossed as he doesnt face you. you’ve mustered enough courage to tell him you’re done of this. you hated the fact he couldnt communicate or show any signs of affection. it felt like gojo just used you as a napkin to cry on.

em. unavailable!gojo watching you as your once empathetic and sympathetic face turned into that of guilt and shame.

em.unavailable!gojo who stands there to the side of the doorway, watching as you pack all of your belongings. this pained the both of you, but in the end you both had known this wouldnt work out.

em. unavailable!gojo who hugs your waist, digging his head into the curve of your neck. gojo had sobbed out an apology that made you regret leaving him. it made you feel like the world was crashing at your feet. but in the end, you knew you deserved more than a failing relationship.

em. unavailable!gojo who clings onto the things you left that day. it was so close to the day he basically lost everything. his friend. his best friend for years on end.

em. unavailable!gojo who hates when the cold kisses his skin, small flakes of snow falls onto his hair. december.. the worst time to be alone.

a/n: — break up. i hope you guys loved this series as much as i did! please consider liking, reblogging, and leaving recommendations! @ritsatoru

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antiwhores · 1 year

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Apologies to Fix - Bakugou x reader

Bakugou is angry at whatever the fuck and accidentally takes it out on you. Now he has to find a way to apologize.

Not proof checked, angst, fluff, happy ending, arguments, established couple, one shot, sfw

Honestly you were screwed from the start when he came back to the dorm mad. And it was an unknown mad too. You had been texting him to ask where he went all afternoon. He only left you on delivered and if you were lucky; on read.

Usually you’d leave him alone for a while and let him collect himself before you came to talk to him. He looked mad as fuck though so you didn’t want him to make any rash decisions like challenge someone to a fist fight.

So you calmly got up from the common area, picking up your belongings, and followed him down to his dorm.

You practically ran to catch up to him since he was walking so damn fast. His stomps echoed through the room, making yours sound nonexistent.

When you got to his door he tried to slam it in your face but you stopped it and slid in. You lightly closed the door behind you and set your stuff on his bed. He had aggressively threw himself into his desk chair. He opened his laptop and started angrily typing something up.

You approached him with a neutral expression, “You look mad as hell, are you okay?” He didn’t respond, only continuing to aggressively type. “Okay, you dont want to talk about it now. Ill just tell you about my day to distract you then.” You had used this method many times before with other people. It helped ground them usually, giving them something to focus on other than whatever the hell they’re mad about.

You leaned on the wall in front of him, “So i went to my weekly Friday store trip today. I went to a thrift store down south. They had this huge teddybare and I wanted it SO bad! But then a kid swooped in and took it right under my fingers! So then I kept looking and I found the cutest thing for you! Its a-“

Just as you stuffed your hands in your bag he shot out of his seat. He slammed his hand against the desk, making you jump high from the suddenness. “Do you ever shut THE FUCK UP?!” He stomped towards you, face to face. His glare at you was heated with hatred and annoyance. “You’re so fucking annoying! Shut the fuck up for once will you?! I swear, you’re so clingy!”

Ouch. That shit hurt your feelings.

He breathed heavily into the seemingly never ending silence. You were stuck, the knot building up in your throat keeping you still.

Once you broke out of your trance tears gathered up in your eyes. You ripped the gift out of your pocket and threw it into his chest.

“Its an all might limited edition compass from 30 years ago. Hope you enjoy it you fucking asshole.”

He couldn’t even do anything as you gathered your stuff and stormed out. You slammed the door louder than he had.

That next day you ignored him and then the next and the next and the next. You wouldn’t even give him the time of day. The fifth day he couldn’t take it anymore. He was tired of the opened texts and dry behavior.

He knocked on your door after school. It wasn’t his normal aggressive knock, it was a light one that mimicked one of his more timid classmates. He knew if you knew it was him you wouldn’t open the door.

“Coooooming!” When you opened the door and saw him you smile immediately fell. You moved to slam to the door in his face but his hand extended to stop you before he could even think about it.

You were immediately annoyed at his interference, “What.” He swallowed, “Let me come in.” You clicked your tongue, “And you still can’t stop being demanding, fuck off-“ “CAN- can I come in?” He had to stop himself halfway from yelling at you. He wasn’t used to this.

“I already told you, no. I don’t want to be too clingy.” You had tried to close the door again but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him so you could look into his eyes. His lip was on the verge of quivering between his teeth that bit down so hard you were surprised he wasn’t bleeding. His eyes looked tired as they pleaded with you. He looked so vulnerable.

“Please” he begged.

You could’ve gasped right there if not for the cloud in your throat. Bakugou Katsuki never begged for anyone. It was against all his morals and pride.

You were widening the path before you could even comprehend it. He awkwardly shuffled in and settled himself on your bed.

You watched over him with your arms crossed, waiting for him to speak.

“You haven’t spoken to me in 5 days.” “Yeah, I know.” “Well stop, I hate it. I’m your boyfriend. You are supposed to talk to me.”

You couldn’t believe his audacity. “Yeah okay, like you didn’t tell me to stop talking in the first place! You told me to shut the fuck up and called me annoying for talking!” “You know I didn’t fucking mean that!” “No, I don’t know that Katsuki!”

You yelled that last part with your finger in his face. “I don’t know anything apparently! One minute you say im clingy and tell me to leave you alone and the next you’re at my dorm room begging to come in. Im sick of being your person punching bag.

He felt even worse now.

He sat up, hands digging in his pockets. “Yeah, I fucking know-“ “No you don’t. You don’t know what its like to be called annoying and clingy and told to shut the fuck up by the one you love.” “But I do know that i do find you annoying and clingy and you never shit the fuck up. You know what else I do know? I fucking love that about you. I love everytime youre clingy with me cause you touch me. When you’re annoying to me it makes me feel like you’re paying special attention to me. And you never shutting the fuck up is so pretty to me. I fucking love EVERYTHING about those things.”

He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. Inside was a pure gold necklace with a small explosion pendant on it.

“And Im fucking really sorry, okay? These past days have been horrible without you and I want you back so bad and I’ll do ANYTHING to get you to hug me again y/n. So just forgive me already so I can be normal again!”

You were at a loss for words as you stared at the necklace. You took it out with shaky hands and admired it. Tears bundled up in yours eyes when he put it around your neck.

You hugged him, the both of you melt into each others touch like chocolate and heat. You laughed into his neck as he snuggled into you with a deep sigh. “You’re such a dork.

#bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst

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simp4konig · 7 months

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"Can't sleep?" König x Gender-neutral Reader

Word count: 3704

Having flashbacks about the battlefield and unable to fall asleep after an exceptionally draining mission, you go seek the comfort of your Colonel in the middle of the night.

*Slow burn

*ANGST!!💔... dw it gets wholesome at the end i promise ❤️

*Thanj you to Azzy!! (My No.1 Fan...🥹🫂💘) for this request !!!🙋🏼‍♀️💫💞💞✨Love u too🫶💕,, I kind of 🥺slightly🥺 maube a littke bit🥺🥺🥺went off prompt and König isnt affected by the mission per se BUT i have fulfilled the CUDDLING part!!! ☺️☺️pls dont show up to my fhome with pitchforks and torches im sry it just sorta happened ok😱

Also i rhink i have dementia bc I thought someone else rqsted König comfortinf rreader in a storm???😰😰Turns out nobody did so maybe i hallucinated it or smtj idk🤷🏼‍♀️Anyways I thought to merge these two ideas together so lmk what u think abt this lil (by "lil" i mean WAY too long🤪) drabble🙏💕

*Reader is pining for König

*Events loosely take place in the KönigxKing (as in, reader's call-sign is "King" storyline) mini-series. This serves as a slight backstory for King (reader). Again, this is by no means in any chronological order in relation to the series, so this can also be read as stand-alone! :)

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You couldn't sleep.

It was raining relentlessly outside, the pitter-patter of water droplets hitting your window. Storm clouds boomed loudly outside, and despite the blinds being pulled tightly shut, lightning occasionally flashed through the cracks, elongated shadows of buildings forming on the walls.

Counting down the seconds until you'd hear the rumbling thunder, it would only be a few kilometres away, and you'd shudder at the sound, shivering.

While tossing and turning in bed, you had kicked off your covers and were staring at the ceiling, still wide awake. Normally, a storm like this would be like a lullaby to your ears, yet now it did nothing in helping lull you to sleep.

Even if you wanted to sleep, how could you when those corpses haunted your nightmares?

Laying in bed, your mind replayed the same scenes like a movie reel, the same screams like a broken record:

Lifeless, unblinking eyes with mouths agape and an expression of fear permanently engraved on their pale faces; flies swarming in hordes to harvest the soft tissues of the irises and tongue, eating the human mush; limbs contorted in unnatural positions, arms and legs crushed by the force of detonated mines, bones broken under the weight.

Rumbling roaring of machine guns and the deafening explosions from hand grenades meant that the high-pitched ringing would drown out everybody's yelling, muffle all noise from your surroundings, and you'd only be pulled out of your daze when you'd find yourself stumbling on unstable ground, on bricks and cheap concrete that had all crumbled.

Bodies would drop so fast it'd take at least seconds for you to register whether it had been an enemy or an ally.

You'd pull the trigger, but seeing a bullet go through someone's forehead and the exaggerated shock stamped on their face — a permanent expression in their final seconds remaining forever in death — left you wondering why you would ever sign up willingly to do this.

Disorientated, you'd struggle to pull yourself together, would enter far too many close calls for a soldier to count, and would only get a grip once you saw a familiar face, a reminder that you weren't alone in the warzone.

Even now, the sonorous sound kept echoing in your head, and, if you listened closely, it resembled hundreds of hoarse shouts, so many people screaming at once in collective agony.

You flinched as a bolt of lightning suddenly struck the sky.

Sparing an absentminded glance at your digital alarm clock, your eyes widened slightly at the time: 1:56am.

Damn... you thought. ...it's that late already?

Drills would begin at 7 o'clock, and you had to have woken up at 6 to brush your teeth, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for the day, so you kissed a good night's sleep goodbye, and accepted the telling off from your superiors the following morning for under-performing.

...Still, how could you sleep after what you had experienced? What you experienced and would continue experiencing?

Accepting high-pressure missions and a demanding workload once you had enlisted, you thought that your ability to keep calm under pressure and stay composed would mean that you would have been unaffected by the shooting by now, and be taking everything in your stride. Calm, composed, and unaffected, is what you had thought you'd be. Surely you'd be able capable enough to cope with it all?

Yet, you weren't any of those things. Never getting used to the stress that would persist even while on supposedly "low-intensity" extractions. You'd always be on edge, always recoiling at hands that would reach over to tap your back as encouragement or hold your shoulder in reassurance on base.

You believed you could never familiarise yourself with the panic and unpredictability of missions and being hyper-aware of something, anything, everything going wrong, with the adrenaline that would course through your body and take over your senses in times of fight or flight, with the nerves that would keep you on edge hours after landing safely on base.

But, most of all, with the nights you'd lay in bed, unable to fall asleep: nights like these, when every time you closed your eyes, you saw the eyes of dying comrades; when every time you walked along the corridors, imagined yourself diving across the floor and felt shattered shrapnel breaking under your feet; when every time you sat in an empty room, heard ear-piercing blasts and the ricochet of discarded shells just missing your head.

Whereas the other operators seemed to be completed unmoved by any of their deployments and would shrug their shoulders off of the events, the anxiety for you lingered, trauma deep within your soul consuming you whole.

How could you ever get over the fact that you were shooting real people? Losing real soldiers?

...Losing yourself along the way?

All this work took a toll on your psyche, but comparing yourself to the other soldiers made you feel like such a coward, and second-guess ever enlisting in the first place.

...Well, you did so because it had been your only option all things considered, but looking back on it, you thought that maybe it would have been better if you hadn't chosen anything at all.

Accepted the grave nature of your failures in life, the same life that would have had inevitably ended with you pre-maturely in a grave.

After all, you had no job prospects to look forward to, no dreams to strive for, no aspirations to achieve.

Failing your school exams time and time again until you had finally achieved a result that was good enough didn't earn you any security, as you weren't exactly employable with grades you had just barely managed to claw to even pass.

Really, it was hopeless. You were hopeless.

To say your family was disappointed in you would have been an understatement. Out of three children, you were labelled the disappointment child, the underachiever and failure.

Your two siblings worked as a lawyer and an engineer respectively, while you had never even been able to grasp the basics in education, never spoke with your teachers of anything other than the worrying results of your exams, never came home to share a thing with your parents you had accomplished with a smile of pride stretched on your young face like your siblings did.

Never. Because you weren't ever good enough.

At the dinner table, your siblings boasted of promotions and of revolutionary research, of trials and of successes, of their brilliant breakthroughs, as you sat on the side of the table, listening from the sidelines, excluded from all of the grandeur that you couldn't relate to.

Still, it was always better to keep your mouth shut than to make a dent in the conversation, further embarass yourself and prove how lowly you were, than to have so many pairs of pitying eyes talking down on you in patronising tones, of the subtle condolences from your parents and their regret with triumphant smirks and condescending attitude from your siblings.

In a last ditch effort to make your parents proud, you made the decision of joining the military. You were young and impressionable, under the impression that your parents would finally be impressed.

...Of course, they weren't. In fact, your decision made them even more disappointed, shaking their heads sympathetically with strained smiles stretched on their lips.

Maybe that was the reason you couldn't handle the pressure of the military, you thought. You were weak, incompetent. Pathetic.

Although no one told you explicitly or made you feel that way directly, somehow, you always had felt inferior. Somehow, you felt that no matter what you did, how much you did, how well you thought you did, you wouldn't ever come close to the others's level.

That, despite your effort and dedication, you would never be good enough. Would always be inferior no matter what, because you always had been and would always be so.

...Your Colonel never made you feel that way, though, and you never quite understood why.

After all, your interactions were few-far-and-inbetween. It made you wonder what made you feel this way, and what spark ignited the warmth you'd feel when he was around.

Although a man of few words, the words that he did say to you would matter, though. His praise, his acknowledgement, his always being there made you want to keep going and prove your worth to him.

It started off as sporadic encouragement:

Your skin glistening with sweat, an accented voice would say "Gute Arbeit," over your crumpled body on the gym mat.

Offering you a gloved hand, you grasped it gratefully, and he pulled your tired body with ease. "Good job, King."

A lopsided smile from you as you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead and brows after sparring with someone else, limp limbs barely keeping you standing. His eyes were betrayed no emotion under his veil, yet a thin-lipped grin was behind it.

"Thank— you— sir!" You'd manage to breathe out, still panting for breath. "I did— my best, but— I didn't win."

"That does not matter," he'd say, speaking in a tone you couldn't quite recognize. "Very good job. Keep it going. Soon, you'll be able to pin even me down."

You'd laugh weakly at his words, yet would immediately feel a surge of motivation to keep working hard, and would train up to the point of exhaustion behind closed doors. Thinking you'd be alone, you'd punch a dufflebag with grunts of effort, missing the tall silhouette observing you with crossed arms in the corner, satisfied.

Then, those became casual greetings;

"Guten Morgen, soldier. Nice day, ja?"

Turning around, you'd see your Colonel walking towards you, frame visible even from a distance.

You smile broadly, eyes crinkling up in genuine joy, before you caught yourself and coughed. "Y-yeah!"

"Always a nice day whenever you're around, sir," you'd tease, playfully winking at him as he approached you, yet you were yet to master it without blinking both eyes.

He'd chuckle heartily, flattered, then shook his head to hide how his face flushed under his veil, and held up a hand.

"Thank Gott I have you here. My day would have been ruined."

"Have a good day, sir!" You'd call after him brightly, and he'd turn around for a final time with a two-fingered salute. Strange, since he was your superior, not the other way around, but you shrugged this off as a friendly gesture.

Until it developed into a sort of mutual connection.

In your eyes, at least.

You didn't want to assume that you two were friends, as the man was way out of your league. Strong, muscular, and a disciplined soldier — a Colonel, no less — a man of influence.

Besides, he, conversing with the only-recently-recruit-turned-soldier that was the slowest to understand a joke, did not comprehend complicated terms, and was the least bright out of the entire faction was not something you wanted him to be associated as, didn't want to tarnish his reputation.

You reasoned that you didn't want to bring down the Colonel down to your low level, so you kept your relationship as just that; associates. Aquaintances. Nothing more, out of respect for your Colonel.

Little did you know, the Colonel had developed a soft spot for you.

It seemed as though the storm had gotten worse, as the rain was unrelenting, and the tapping on the glass increased with force. Booming thunderclouds made your room shake.

A sigh as you turned to your side again. 2:07am.

Your thoughts moved back to your Colonel, and you started missing him, longing for him. The warmth that radiated off him made you wish he'd take you in his arms, hold you close to his chest, and you suddenly felt so cold. So lonely and cold.

Maybe it was childish of you to be feeling this way — he was your superior, after all, and you had no reason to be so attached — yet your daily encounters made you gain feelings for the man. Made you feel things when he was around.

Somehow, he brought you security. Made you feel protected. Safe. Like you could always count on him for having your back.

Made you forget that you were so useless, and was the reason for the fuzzyness within your chest, the buzzing feeling you'd feel as you'd be grinning from ear to ear after speaking to him.

Made you feel like you weren't pathetic. Weren't a wasted wishing star. Instead, you were appreciated, seen, even.

You wanted to see him. You wanted to be with him.

...Would he want you, though?

No. Of course he wouldn't. You weren't good enough.

A deep sigh. 2:15, the digital alarm clock displayed.

...What if he actually did want you? Not even as a partner, but just to be around him? Breathe the same air as him? You thought you weren't worthy of his time, but maybe, just maybe he wouldn't see it as such a waste.

Another crash of lightning brought you to your senses.

Finally making up your mind, you huffed in exertion as you pushed yourself off your stiff mattress, not bothering to organize the mess of blankets on the floor.

Walking with certainty, before you realised it, you were at König's bedroom door. Standing behind the door, hand hesitatingly reaching for the handle, you bit your lip, confidence wavering.

Should you really go through with this right now? What if he was asleep at that moment and all you'd do is disrupt his slumber? It wouldn't be fair of you to disturb him so late in the night, especially when he had so many responsibilities.

Still, you inhaled deeply, and, as quietly as you could, knocked twice.

You almost jumped out of your skin at the familiar accented voice of your Colonel.

"Come in," he said hoarsely. His tone was almost warm, inviting, yet you shook your head at the idea, and pulled the handle.

Entering inside, you slowly closed the door behind you. When you turned around, König was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, seemingly deep in thought. Wearing a tank top and cargo pants, his head was hung low, his veil hanging loosely over his head.

The blinds were drawn open to reveal the sky dominated by darkness, the grey curtain of monochrome on the nearest buildings cast down by the clouds, the raindrops that remained on the windows and the rhythmic echoes against the pavement as they dropped in syncopation.

The sight, his presence, were both so... relaxing. In a way, your anxiety was relieved by the tranquility of the scene, and it made you forget the internal turnoil you had been going through for the past few hours, made the tension in your body fade.

"Ah, King," his arms dropped to his sides and he raised his head to meet your eyes in the dark. "I had a feeling that it would be you."

You fidgeted nervously, not knowing what to do.

"Bitte, schön," he said, patting the empty space beside him on the mattress. "Please, sit down. I insist."

Slowly lowering yourself to his side, you sat at a reasonable distance away from him. With the both of you sat down, the size difference was still very noticable. His height made him hunch over you, and one of his thighs was like the two of yours combined.

So nervous, you didn't even notice how his back slumped so you'd be both at a similar level.

He cleared his throat. "What brings you here so late in the night?"

An awkward tug of your t-shirt collar.

"Can't sleep," you stated simply.

"I see." He was quiet for a few moments. Then: "And you decided that my room was the place to go?"

Your face heated up, and you averted your gaze. "Well, sir, it's j-ju—"

"—Nein," he cut you off, holding up a hand to stop you. "I have told you so many times not to call me that. Call me König."

"But— but you're my superior," you gasped, mouth agape. "You deserve to be addressed with respect! I couldn't possibly—"

The protest died on your lips again as the man shook his head, the loose material of his veil following his movements. "Nein. None of that matters. I want you to call me by my first name."

A heavy silence lingered over the two of you, words left unsaid by you both.

"So," König prompted, "what brings you here, King?"

Pausing to think over a pretence, the best you could come up with was: "The storm scared me."

"Ja?" Even with the fabric covering his face, you could almost see the skeptical smirk on his lips.

"A soldier like you afraid of loud clouds? Some rain?" He chuckled.

"Really, I'd have thought you better than that, King." If you didn't know him well enough, you'd have thought he was mocking you, yet despite the sarcasm his eyes held a genuine concern for you.

An bashful laugh escaped you as you rubbed your arm, nails slightly digging into your skin.

"Okay, tell me the truth, King," Leaning forward, his tone became serious. "I know for certain you aren't scared."

He searched for your eyes, yet you avoided his gaze.

"Something is troubling you. Is that it?" He cocked his head to the side, fabric falling loosely over his shoulder. "You can tell me, King. I am your superior, you know. You should tell me these things."

"Well... it's j-just—"

You bit your lip, willing the tears to stay in your eyes.

Don't cry. Don't you dare cry.

König watched you, patiently waiting for you to continue.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, vulnerability showing in your eyes. "—This recent mission, it was— it was really, really difficult. And I just..."

König shuffled towards you until your knees were almost touching, watching you intently. As your body trembled, a hand hovered in uncertainty by your shoulder.

Sniffling, you wiped the wetness on your face with your arm, voice breaking.

"I-I just think that I'm not strong. That I'm... weak. Not— not good enough to be working with people that are so much better. So much stronger—"

Your breath hitched in your throat, voice coming out in a broken sob. "—I-I mean— I'm so pathetic. I shouldn't be so... weak. I should — I should be better. Wh-why—"

Tears flowed freely down your face. "—Why can't I be better, König? Why am I so— so useless?"

Without saying anything, König wrapped his strong arms around your body and pulled you against his chest, pulled you close so you could let it all out. For a few moments, he let you cry, ever-so-gently stroking the back of your head, fingers running through your hair. Weeping into his chest, his steady breathing soothed you.

Once you recovered enough from your emotions, you pulled away, downcast. Face red and blotchy with tears, eyes puffy and pink from crying, lips quivering and voice hoarse, you felt so pathetic. So, so pathetic.

"F-fuck, s-si— König—" Trembling. "I'm so so sorry. I'm too emotional, please, I'm sor—"

"Nein." His tone was soft, yet firm. Definitive. "You have nothing to apologise for, King."

Both hands cupped the sides of your face, tentatively tilting your face upwards. His expression was forlorn, and you felt tears brimming in your eyelids again.

"...You're not weak. You're not pathetic. You're not useless. I see you always trying so hard, King, always giving it your all..."

He paused for a few moments, deliberating over how best to put his thoughts into words. "...Maybe... maybe your best isn't the best out of anyone's bests, but it's the effort that counts." He rubbed the back of his neck, then let out a mono-syllabic laugh. "Scheiße, did that make sense? Sorry— I'm not good with words—"

You glanced away. "—Hey," his hand reached to hold to side of your face. "Look at me, King."

"You're not weak, not pathetic, not useless," he repeated, voice wavering.

"You're none of those. You're better than you think you are. Your inner strength," a finger pointed at your chest, "your heart, it's so full of goodness. So full of so many good things that don't define you, but instead changed you for the better."

"Maybe... maybe you aren't the aren't the best, haven't been the best, or never will be the best, but it's not your fault. You try so hard, and the odds... the odds are stacked against you. And, sometimes... sometimes it's okay to not be the best. You don't have to be fearless, the strongest, perfect. You can just be... you."

His eyes were pleading in the dark. "Please don't doubt yourself. You're so— so much better than you imagine."

A shaky breath. "So much stronger than you tell yourself. I can promise you, you are your own person. Other people's successes don't define you."

König turned around to glance at his alarm. 2:36.

When he turned back, your face had slowly regained the colour on your cheeks, eyes sparkled, chest rose and fall at a steady pace. You said nothing, yet König knew you listened to every one of his words.

"Looks like it's too late for you to fall asleep in your own room," he whispered, gently caressing your face. "Stay here with me, King."

Eyes immediately widening in surprise, you were about to protest. "B-but— I couldn't possibly, König—"

That protest died on your lips as König's arms engulfed you again, and brought you down against his mattress so you were laying on his chest. Cocooned like a protective blanket over you, you didn't need him to say anything more. You felt so... safe. Loved.

The storm outside seemed to calm down, and lightning no longer crashed against the window. Rain faltered, and some clouds were separating in the darkness of the sky.

Before you knew it, your eyelids became heavy with drowsiness, feeling a wave of calm wash over you, cleansing away your sorrows.

Just before you fell asleep, you heard König say something in German, barely above a whisper, but you did not understand:

"Schlaf gut Schatz. Ich liebe dich."

...

I don't know who needed to hear that, or if anyone even did, but I stand by the words I wrote. Although you are reading this, and are likely a stranger, and I'll never face you in real life, I want you to know that you *are* good enough. And if it takes a person on the internet using a fictional character to tell you so, then so be it. You are still valid. 🫂

...

Note: i rhink some of the ppl that read my previous fics will be able to tell that i went tryhard mode on this one 💀💀

Its mostly bc im back in school and were going over all the stupid fancy shmancy literative devices and figurstive language (god why cant u call it literallt anything else i swear why does it have ro be so unnecessarily overcomplicated just call it sentence structures or writing techniques istg.man😭)so i unconsciously chanelled all of thise boring technicalities into this 😬

With me writing as a hobby you'd think I'd have the highest grades in English? No💔I wish LMAO

I NOW HAVE 130+ FOLLOWERS!!! Which is unbelievable if u wsk me bc etf why wre eo mwnt people following me i don't deserve this qt ALL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU ALL 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

I still remember when @puff0o0⭐ began their self-aware au with König and Ghost qnd ive qlways veen cheerint for her from the sidelines ☺️☺️come to find out shes been mentioning ME in THEIR podts and writing on their blofs thwt my CoD blog is good and i.????😭😭😭cant????????😭😭😭😭😭 Literally -99999 damage and an ARROW 🏹 STRAIGHT thru the HEART 💘🥹 I LOVE U B (platonically ofc dw)😽💕💓💓❤️💞💞💕💞💕💞💞💞💕

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burntb4bydoll · 11 months

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I love your writing soo much it hurts. 🥲

Can you please write like a 2000s bill smut or fluff ( whatever you feel comfortable with), where they build a pillows and blankets fort together and they end up falling asleep cuddled. And the rest of the band takes photos and mocks them the next day.

At this point I need fics to breathe. Thanks ✌

Thank you so much beautiful<3

This is such a cute idea! Im gonna do fluff for the people that dont like smut, cuz i feel like i dont post a lot of only fluff fics!

Bill Kaulitz x reader

Warnings: friends to loverssss🤭, nothing else really just a lot of cute stuff

When Bill had invited you to come over, you didn’t think this is what you guys would end up doing. You’re currently helping Bill set up a massive blanket fort in his living room. He originally invited you over to watch a movie, but after you arrived he decided that he wanted to make it more fun by making a fort. Even though you didn’t expect it, you were having so much fun hanging out alone with him. After you guys finished setting up the fort, Bill let you pick out a movie and you laid next to each other to watch it.

“This is fun. We should hangout alone more often. I feel like we only ever spend time with the band, I like having this type of one on one time together.” Bills attention left the tv screen to look over at you as you started talking. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out with them too but you know…”

“I know. I like this too. I’ve actually been trying to hangout with you alone for a while now, but uhh things never really go as planned…” he trailed off, his eyes moving down to break your intense eye contact. He awkwardly shifted for a minute before turning to fully face you. His head still laid on the pillow, but now he was looking at you. “Um..I actually invited you here to tell you something. Its kinda important to me…” you turned to face him too. Now you were only a few inches away from one another, you could practically feel his uneven breath hitting you.

“Whats up? You seem nervous. You know I won’t judge you, Bill.” Your hand comes up to hold his hand comfortingly. He takes a shaky breath in and stares into your eyes,

“Y/n, I really like you. And not as a friend. I wanna be your boyfriend so bad. Not a day goes by where I don’t dream about being with you.” Your eyes go wide, inhaling sharply.

“Bill..I like you too. I was literally going to tell you tonight.” He looks at you with a blank expression for a moment before giggling loudly. His adorable laugh made you giggle too. Once you two calm down a little he starts talking again,

“Oh my god I was so nervous! I can’t believe I was so stressed for nothing!” He laughs softly, leaning closer to you. You smile and shake your head, just happy that you don’t have to hide your feelings anymore. “Can I…can I kiss you?” You nod eagerly as his hands cup your face gently. He slowly leans in, placing a experimental kiss on your lips. Once you both relax a bit, the kiss turns passionate and intimate. He pulls away and gives one last peck on your lips before tucking his head underneath yours and holding your waist tightly. Before you knew it, both of you fell asleep in each others arms.

You woke up the next morning to hearing some snickers and giggles. Sitting up slightly, you groggily rubbed your eyes and looked around the room. When your eyes finally focused you realized what was happening. Bill was curled up against your side with his head laying on your shoulder. His hair was messy and he was drooling a little. The rest of the band was standing above you guys, taking pictures and laughing. Bill stirred and sat up, groaning at his brothers loud laughter.

“What are you guys doing here? You’re so annoying!” Bill grumbles, swatting away the camera that Gustav had shoved in his face.

“What are we doing here?” Tom exclaimed, “What are you guys doing here? We’re not the ones all cuddled up and being all lovey-dovey!” Georg and Gustav bursted into another fit of giggles, looking at the pictures they had took of you.

“Hey! You better delete those! I did not agree to have my picture taken, especially while I’m sleeping!” Bill jumped up and started to chase Georg around, trying to retrieve his camera. You giggled a little and laid back down.

“Its too damn early for this. Fuck you guys I’m going back to sleep.”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz fanfic

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fuxuannie · 11 months

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↳ pairing : jing yuan x gender neutral reader

↳ synopsis : memories lost, memories found ( part 2 !! )

↳ authors note : i'm very sorry if this doesn't fit anyones expectations or standards, as i dont really like this myself :( i might take a short tiny break, mostly to get my rhythm back! thank yaurrr <3

There's a small crowd that surrounds the Cloudford area, whispers and chatters coming from bystanders and even a few Cloud Knights. All step out of the way when JING YUAN walks through, but their stares spark an uneasy feeling in him. What could be causing such a stir between the people?

Once he makes it to the front, there's a sight of what seems to be a person just about his age wearing parts and pieces of different Cloud Knight armor and clothing. "Let me go!" The muffled voice yells due to their headpiece.

Jing Yuan kneels down in front of them, grabbing them by the chin and making them look at him. Though he couldn't see their face, the slight startle in their body language was as clear as day. "Stop..!-" They beg, trying to pull away but the grip around their wrist makes it impossible to move.

They attempt to move their head away, but the slow slip of their mask makes them panic further. Once it fully falls, Jing Yuan's eyes widen as he takes a moment to absorb their features. Your features. The fear in your expression causes him to stumble, dropping the mask as he realizes exactly who you are. "(name?)" He'll say as soft as a whisper, about to reach his hand out for your cheek but the adrenaline and fear gives you enough strength to give one strong tug and free yourself.

"Wait!-" He'll yell, but you ignore his pleas and turn your back. Running as fast as your feet can take you, and he has no idea what comes over him, but he picks himself up and chase after you. He thought he lost you, that he'd never see you again, so he's not about to lose you when you're right there.

You disappear somewhere in an area surrounded by crates, but something, an odd sixth sense was telling him that you were there somewhere. A sense that he once failed to listen to, on the day he lost you, and he was not about to make that same mistake. "(name).." Jing Yuan's footsteps grow closer, and you use one hand to muffle your sobs as you hid in one of the containers

You watch as he steps inside, looking down at you as you refused to meet his gaze. Burying your head into your knees as you sniffle. "I-"

"I know what you're going to say." You began, lifting your head up slightly but not quite enough to look at him. Not after all those years you had left him alone to suffer. "Why didn't I come back? Why did I leave you to be alone?" You say with a growing frustration in your tone, not at him, but to yourself. As if what you're saying was directed at you, at what you did in the past. "W-well.. I didn't know what to do, okay? Everyone thought I was dead, or even Mara-struck. I was afraid of returning at the idea that many would think that I am a monster, I certainly looked the part after the incident.. B-but look at you! You're.. the General, just like we knew you would be! And.. you've been good without me. I knew you would be okay even when I'm not around, and maybe I could be wrong but.. Y-you're better than ever, aren't you?"

You can feel his hand make its way to the top of your head, and as you spoke, it would slowly travel downwards to the side of your head and he finally pauses at your cheek. "Stop with your silence, idiot! I don't want your pity, nor your forgiveness, just.. say something!"

He slowly lifts your head, to reveal the gentleness of his soul that mirrored through his eyes. The way he opens his lips but no words come out makes you feel like the world has gone quiet, as if the world itself held its breath and was waiting for his answer.

"When I closed my eyes, your blurred face was all I would see. So now that I'm here, your face in my hands, despite my eyes wide open.. I'm just hoping you don't disappear when I let go."

A shaky breath escapes your lips, inhaling as it turns into a breathless laugh. Tears forming in your eyes as you pull him into a tight hug, blubbering nonsense that were intended to be words. You had so much to say, so much to do, yet all you wanted was this moment to last forever. Being in the arms of the person you missed the most.

And on Jing Yuan's end, it all feels like a dream. Your arms wrapped around his chest, your tears staining his shoulder and the way your racing heartbeat was pressed against his own. A heart to heart, one could say, but he can't process that this is all real. You're real, and you're right here.

"Please don't go." He breathes out, one hand around your waist, the other the top of your head to pull you closer and practically burying you into his shoulder. "I'd never dream of it, never again. Don't lose me again."

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