#i mean it was as clear as daylight before he said it

[incognit0slut]

Hypothetically

Chronically single, you suggest a pact with your best friend to start a family together when you turn forty.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x bau fem reader

Category: fluff/comfort

Warnings: marriage and baby talk, reader is insecure because she feels left out

A/n: This is my entry for the kid fic challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins! This was like a breath of fresh air from all the smut I’ve been writing

"Do you want to have a baby with me?"

The scalding coffee burned his tongue as your question lingered in the air. Spencer cleared his throat awkwardly and patted his chest, his eyes drifting towards you. "Uh... what?"

"Hypothetically," you replied, the tap of your pen echoing against the round table between you. "It's like a pact. If we're both still single in the future, we get married to one another and, well, start a family together."

Spencer felt the clamminess of his palms as he set his mug down, trying to steady himself. He considered you as one of the closest people in his life, if not his best friend, and he was accustomed to your random questions, but this sudden topic of conversation seemed to strike a nerve.

"Where..." he began, wiping his palm along his pants. "...where is this coming from?"

You shrugged casually, the tapping of your pen momentarily ceasing. "Just a thought. I mean, we're both at that age where these things start to cross our minds, right?"

Spencer swallowed, trying to push down the unease rising in his chest. "Yeah, I guess so," he muttered, but as he studied you, he noticed the tension in your shoulders. "Are you okay?"

Your gaze flickered away for a moment before you sighed, slumping against your chair.

"I have a wedding coming up this weekend." Spencer frowned, not understanding what you were trying to say. You continued, "And another one next week, and guess what? Two of my cousins are getting married next month."

"What does that have to do with...?" His voice trailed off as realization dawned on him. "Ah, I see."

But you weren't finished. Somehow, the thoughts that had lingered in your mind for the past few days spilled out right then and there, in the middle of broad daylight when you were supposed to be focusing on the case you were working on.

"And a close friend I went to high school with just gave birth while another friend from college announced she's two months pregnant. And look at me," you exclaimed, your arms flying around. "No wedding. No pregnancy. Spencer, I don't even have a boyfriend, heck, I forgot what it's like to go out on a date!"

He watched as your brow furrowed into a frown, and although your demeanor was all over the place, he couldn't help but notice how you still managed to look pretty.

"Spence?" You asked, nudging his leg with your foot under the table. "Are you listening to me?"

He blinked, momentarily pulled from his thoughts by your voice. "Sorry," he replied. "I'm listening."

You gave him a skeptical look, but the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease slightly as you leaned back in your chair.

"I just... I don't know, I feel like I'm left behind." You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I mean, I'm happy for my friends and all, but sometimes it feels like everyone's moving forward but me. Like I'm stuck in this... this rut."

Spencer wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, he knew how it felt to want something that seemed out of reach, but on the other hand, he felt like it wasn't his place to offer advice when he wasn't even sure what the future held for him.

"I get it," he finally said, trying to gather his thoughts. The least he could do was try to offer some comfort. "But just because you haven't reached those milestones yet doesn't mean you won't get there eventually."

"But what if it doesn't happen? What if I'm still all alone and nobody loves me when I'm gray and old?"

He frowned at you. "I'd still love you when you're gray and old."

"Platonically. You love me as much as you love JJ. Or Emily. Or Penny, or even Morgan." You leaned over the table. "I want to be loved passionately by someone who is head over heels for me, who can't imagine a life without me. I want to feel that kind of happiness."

His frown deepened. "I don't think you should find happiness in another person."

"You're missing the point," you groaned, crossing your arms. "I'm not saying I want to depend on someone else for my happiness. But is it too much to ask for someone to share it with? To feel like I'm someone's everything and not just another friend in the group?"

His expression softened as he listened, a sense of familiarity washing over him. He remembered feeling the same thing once, or maybe more than once; he wasn't sure. He had lost count of the times he felt his life was falling short.

But he realized the more he thought about the why—why was he so different? why couldn't he find love?—the more he felt worthless, and he hated that. So what was the best thing he did to ignore those thoughts?

Bury himself in work, because to him, pushing those feelings aside was easier than confronting them. But now, as he looked at you, it felt like he was seeing his own reflection and your words hit him harder than he expected.

"No," he quietly agreed. "It's not too much to ask for."

"I guess what I'm trying to say is... I'm tired of waiting for life to happen to me." Your gaze slowly met his. "So I came up with a plan."

His throat felt dry as he recalled how this conversation started in the first place. "The... baby plan?"

You nodded enthusiastically, sliding into the seat next to him.

"Think about it. If we're both still single when we're..." You paused, furrowing your brow as you did a quick calculation. "Forty? Yeah, let's say we're both still single when we're forty, with no partners, or like, no friends with benefits?"

You shook your head.

“Just... with no one in our lives—we get married. You and me."

He blinked, trying to process your proposal. It was unexpected, to say the least, but there was a strange logic to it that he couldn't quite shake. The idea of marrying his best friend as a backup plan was both absurd and oddly comforting.

"But what about... love?" he asked cautiously. "Wasn't that what you wanted?"

You paused, considering his question before responding. "I mean, I don't think it's impossible," you said, leaning back in your seat. "Haven't you ever heard of the saying, 'Marry your best friend'?"

His gaze lingered on you, his heart beating hard against his chest. "You're saying that we can fall in love?"

Your eyes met his, and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Who knows?" you replied softly. "Stranger things have happened."

Spencer shouldn't entertain the possibility. After all, who knew what could happen in the future? It seemed like an absurd thought, but as he stared at you, it was hard not to imagine a life with you as his wife.

He imagined you in a white dress, walking down the aisle towards him with a radiant smile on your face. He pictured you both in the house you had just bought, dancing joyfully around the empty rooms as you unpacked boxes together.

Then thoughts of you being pregnant with his child—or maybe even children—filled his mind, and he envisioned a future where your kids would run around in the backyard with a pet dog trailing behind.

And then he considered the prospect of growing old with you, watching as your children eventually started families of their own while you found comfort in each other's company. All of these possibilities didn't seem so bad, because if anyone could understand him on a deep level, it was definitely you.

Maybe this crazy plan of yours wasn't so crazy after all.

"I... I guess it's not impossible," he finally admitted. Then, not wanting to seem too eager, he added, "Hypothetically speaking."

"Of course," you replied with a smile. "Hypothetically speaking."

Suddenly feeling flustered by your gaze, Spencer looked away and focused on his coffee, bringing the mug to his lips. Then you heard laughter and footsteps drawing closer, and soon Derek and Emily entered the room. Their eyes immediately landed on the two of you, sitting closely together at the table.

"What are you children whispering about?" Derek's voice interrupted, his eyebrows raised curiously as he glanced between you.

You didn't miss a beat. “Spencer and I are having a baby together."

Spencer choked on his coffee, his eyes widening in shock as he coughed and sputtered. You quickly moved to pat his back.

"Well, we're gonna get married first, right, Spence?" you added with a grin, glancing at him expectantly.

Spencer finally managed to regain his composure, clearing his throat awkwardly as he shot you a sideways glance. "Um, yeah, of course," he stammered, his cheeks still tinged with embarrassment. "Hypothetically."

Derek and Emily exchanged bemused glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Emily's curiosity seemed to win out as she lifted a hand, turning her attention back to you. "Care to explain?"

"We were discussing our backup plan."

"Backup plan?" Derek echoed. 

"Yeah," you replied with a nod. "In case neither of us finds the right person by the time we're, oh, I don't know, forty or so, we figured we'd marry each other and start a family."

Derek placed a hand over his chest, feigning hurt. "And you chose Pretty Boy over me?"

"I'm not going to compete with all your lady friends," you shot back, rising from your seat. "Come on, Spence, let's grab some lunch and brainstorm baby names."

He stood up, giving you a pointed look.

"Or do you want to discuss how we'd make those babies in the future?"

"Well, I was thinking of Amelia if it's a girl..."

You grinned, linking your arm through his before guiding him towards the door. Derek and Emily observed the natural closeness between you two, how you were practically clinging to him and how he seemed to be comfortable with it.

Derek turned to Emily as you disappeared down the hallway. "Do you think they'd actually get married when they hit forty?"

Emily shook her head. "Nope," she replied confidently. "I give it a year until he's already down on one knee."

He laughed, nodding in agreement. With the way Spencer's gaze lingered on you with unmistakable affection, it seemed like it was only a matter of time.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfic

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Pretty thing♡

As a manga reader, tears started running down my legs when I saw haganezuka's face revealed 😍 here's some haganezuka smut for yall

Warnings: fem!reader, reader is mentioned to be haganezuka's girlfriend, chubby/muscular reader, mention of stretch marks, smut, caught masturbating, virginity loss, love making to rough fucking, cervix fucking(?)

"Y/n. Serious question. How did you even manage to catch haganezuka's eye?" One of the men asked at your table. "I have to know as well. I've never seen the man take any interest other than a sword. That and working out, " the other man said.

Even though those things were true for haganezuka, you couldn't help but laugh at how others can say that out loud. However, it was different for you. What caught his attention was that you are a woman. Not because he hasn't been around women or anything, but you are a woman who loves to create swords almost on the same level as him which is what caught his attention.

Haganezuka would mention how you were a distraction to his work since he said, "You're so beautiful when you create swords. i might just make a mistake with mine!" He basically confessed. He found you very attractive physically, too, with your pretty face and your chubby figure, but will maintain muscles in your arms from the sword making.

"Come now, even you can bond with the man if you spend time in his work shop and have a talk with him," you chuckled "nah I've done that. I straight up got ignored. " The other man sighed, and you laughed "he dose mean well. He takes great pride in his work, and I really admire that, and he still takes care of himself, which is good as well! Spending time with him in the work shop and getting to have him snuggled up with me at night after a longs day of work is all I need from him" you smiled and the men around you looked in aw at your wholesome words.

After lunch break, you headed back to the workshop. Before greeting your beloved boyfriend, you see him, Angerly packing some stuff up without his shirt on. You sighed and put your hand on your hip. "Let me guess. That Kamado boy broke his sword again, huh?" You chuckled. "I'm going to kill him! Dead! How dare he break MY sword! I'm going to throw his sister in the daylight for this!" He said and rushed out, stomping in anger.

You cleared your throat, making haganezuka stop, and then came back to you. He gave you a hug and then left. "I'll see you soon! Be safe!" You waved.

It's been hours now since he left. You've been in the shop finishing up the sword for three swordsmen and sighed in satisfaction. "Yes. Final sword for the day. For once, I'm happy to be finished, and I can rest now, " you said and sat down on your chair. You looked up at the ceiling. "He looked so handsome without his shirt on... really handsome, " you said, bitting your bottom lip with your legs starting to rub against each other.

You couldn't stop your dirty thoughts, and you didn't think you could make it home given your current state to take care of yourself. You went to wash your hands off and went back to your chair, pulling your pants down to rub at your clit over your panties. "haa... I wish he knew the things he did to me when he's shirtless like that.." Your head falls back, letting out soft moans. You felt yourself getting wet, feeling the wet spot already on your panties.

"Unbelievable!" Haganezuka yelled and kicked the door open. "y/n this child had the nerve to apologize after breaking... my..." haganezuka started to lose his train of words by seeing your back turned to him, sitting on the chair and your pants down to your ankles, making out what he just walked in on.

You gasped, holding your legs to your chest and resting your head on your knees to hide your shame. "I-... okay, listen - ahh, I can't explain myself! Just!!!" You choke onnyour words, not being able to explain yourself. "ok, go back outside, come back in. I'll be dressed, and you can pretend you didn't see anything, " you said.

Haganezuka just stood there for a few seconds before shutting the door. "Go back outside? Why? How come you're doing this without me?" He asked, almost mad and took his mask off. You turn your head looking at haganezuka, confused at his question, "I'm sorry... what do you mean?" You asked

"I'm your boyfriend. I should help you with this, right!? I have knowledge on what to do, " he said, coming closer to you, but you hide your face him, making him stop. "y-you don't "have" to. it's just... well... " You stopped once you felt two large hands caress your shoulders. "I didn't say that because I "should" help you. I said that because I want to damnit. How long have you done with when I'm not here?" He asked curiously but almost upset

"Just.. when I feel like it. Or when I have time to myself. Please don't be mad, I've never asked you because we are so busy with making swords and I know how much you dislike when people interpret your time making swords" you look back at him with puppy eyes. Haganezuka leans down and kisses your forehead. "I do hate it, but if it's my own girlfriend? I allow it... for 3 minutes, " he said, making you both laugh. "I'm serious though," he said in a serious tone. "I know you are" you smiled.

"Okay, cover up now. Let's go. " Haganezuka took his kimono off and put it on your legs, picking you up from the chair. You held onto him quickly. "You're an idiot for not coming to me sooner about this. However... I will take care of this since it's my fault for not noticing the pleasure you needed. It's your first time, so don't think we are doing something like this in my precious work shop, " he said, carrying you and walking out.

"we are having sex at our house!" He loudly announced. "Shut up!" You covered his mouth, almost fighting him. "What is wrong with you!? Don't say that out loud!!!!"

Haganezuka had you on the bed underneath him, naked and kissing you more passionately than ever. Your hands grab on his broad back, feeling his muscles and his warm skin and feeling his tounge swirl sound yours in your mouth.

His hands grab your hips, fitting himself between your thighs to close the gap between the two of you. Haganezuka pulled back "is this okay?" He asked and you nodded, using your hands to cover your exposed boobs. He chuckles at your shynes. "Your body is beautiful. I love it, your stretch marks are very pretty too" he praises as his fingers touch your stretch marks, tracing them out and his fingers lightly touching your lower stomach making you tremble a little from the ticklish feeling "can I touch you more?"

He asked so sweetly, much sweeter than ever you just couldn't say no to him. You nodded, closing your eyes, feeling his lips press on your neck, giving your neck soft, gentle kisses. His fingers trail down to your bare pussy, rubbing your clit in a circular motion. "You're wet. Are you still wet because you couldn't finish when i walked in on you?" Haganezuka said, giving your neck love bites.

You could feel his smirk on your neck at the question he asked. You didn't answer and only turned your head away in embarrassment. "Don't say that," you whispered with soft whimpers getting hotter from his touch. "Fine. Don't answer, " he said, kissing down your neck to your collar bone, giving it love bites, and then getting to your nipple.

Haganezuka moved your hands out of the way to see your boobs. His face was flushed. He didn't know how he eles to appreciate your beautiful body with words and just took action and started to take your nipple in his mouth. "Haganezuka~" you moaned, feeling his warm wet tongue and lips wrap around your harden nipples

He kept eye contact with you. Whenever you wanted to look away, he used his teeth to bite on your nipple making you mewl. haganezuka's fingers moved down frkm your clit to your hole and put one finger in, moving it slowly. "H-haganezuka, please~" you begged, wanting more

"Have you forgotten patience?" he kisses your stomach. "I need to take my time with you. I can't do this right if I'm not focused, right?" he said, and you both chuckle since it's something he says when making swords perfectly, but he's trying to make you as comfortable with him in the moment as much as he can

Haganezuka kisses your inner thigh, holding onto your thighs. "Can you be patient for me?" He asked, looking at you with such lustful eyes. "Yes," you bit your lip with a shy smile. Haganezuka smirked "that's my girl" he stuck his tounge out, giving your pussy a long lick, tasting you and keeping his eyes focused on you.

Your back arches, and you gasp from the feeling. "Oh my gosh~" you whispered to yourself, grabbing onto the bed sheets as you kept feeling his long, wet licks on your pussy. You couldn't hold back your moans, your whimpers and your hips from bucking in his face when he starts to fuck on his clit. You felt haganezuka enter another finger inside, and you grab onto his hair, clenching on his fingers.

Haganezuka bottomed out, loving how your hips push your pussy onto his tounge and moaned from the feeling of you clenching on his fingers. He fucks his fingers into faster, now adding a third finger trying to find your g spot. Your body jolts when you feel his fingers hit your spot, grabbing onto his hair. "Right there! Right there, right there!" You whine, covering his fingers with your white fluids.

Haganezuka waited until he calmed down from your high and then pulled his fingers out. He watched as your pussy throbbed and gulped "y/n. I need you now, can I put it inside you now? he asked, almost desperate with heavy breathes with his hand over his pants and then started to take them off, exposing his cock with pre cum leaking from it.

Your eyes widen from the size. He was a good size in length but the thickness of his cock was much bigger then you expected even with his huge, musclar build. "Haganezuka.." you say opening your legs more and using your fingers to spread open your pussy "I need you so badly. Put it inside slowly, okay?" Looked at him.

"Y/n~" Haganezuka moaned your name sliding his thick cock between your wet folds and then pushes it inside you, slowly forcing it in "y-y/n~ haa fuck you're so tight". You let out a loud gasp, holding onto his biceps tightly "just a little more~" he moaned grabbing your legs to spread you out more to be fully inside you. "Are you okay?" Haganezuka asked

You nod quickly, bitting your lip whimpering softly being a full of his cock you his tip already poking at your spot. "Y-you can move now" you said. Haganezuka starts to thrust his hips slowly, breathing heavy and shuts his eyes with his brows frowned together to hold himself back. "You're so tight, so tight~ and we wet. You won't let me go with how hard your pussy is clinging onto me" he said, rubbing his thumb on your clit.

"F-fuuck~ ha-haganezuka. Go harder, go faster, " you whispers, wrapping your arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist. "You sure? You want me to fuck you harder like this?" Haganezuka let's out broken moans as his hips snap, fucking you faster, bullying your cervix with his tip

You moaned, loudly almost screaming from how rough he got and pushing your leg back to your chest "you feels good. s-so good~ really good. Your moans sound so pretty" he said with broken moans "I'm gonna cum. Fuck I can feel how much wetter your getting, cum for me y/n" Haganezuka holds your boobs together and sucks on your nipples while snapping his hips harder and harder.

"Haganezuka~!" You whined as you tremble from your sensitive nipples being sucked and his tip repeatedly hitting your spot. You gripped onto the sheets, looking at him with teary eyes. "haganezuka!! I'm cumming I'm cumming!" Your head went back, moaning loudly creaming on his cock.

"Y/n" he moaned, his thrust getting more sloppy until he gasped, cumming a little inside you and pulling his cock out of you cumming the rest on your pussy "you were squeezing me so tightly I couldn't pull out in time. Sorry, " he said, looking at you concerned.

You shook your head, breathing heavy from your intense orgasm and weakly reached out to cup his handsome face. "Don't worry about it. I was hoping you'd cum inside me though" you grinned.

Haganezuka narrows his eyes and leans closer to your face. "we have all night, I'll fill you up as much as you'd like. My pretty girl"

#demon slayer smut #kny smut #haganezuka smut #haganezuka x reader #demon slayer haganezuka

[moonstruckme]

also i LOVE your poly!marauders apocalypse au (so creative btw!! i'm obsessed!!) and would be so down to read something in that universe where the reader gets hypothermia or something like that hehe !!!! <333333

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: mild hypothermia

apocalypse poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You keep tripping, which is mildly embarrassing. You think it’s a combination of fatigue and the general numbness that’s pervaded your body even though the layers you’d put on when you’d packed up the campsite that morning. You’d all agreed that, with the death eaters on your trail, it’s really only safe to stay in one area for a few days at a time, even with all the protections you place around your sites. But that means days where, instead of lounging around your tent, listening to the radio and plotting for the Order, you use all the daylight you have to hike through the wintry woods until you’re far enough away to set up another camp. 

Sirius glances back when you stumble again, the toe of your boot catching on a branch you hadn’t seen buried in the snow. It’s a more dramatic affair than it should be, and you barely get your other foot out in front of you fast enough to avoid face-planting into the leaf litter. 

Your shivering worsens as another gust of wind burns your face, making your thick jacket feel like mesh. You think this has to be the worst moving day your group has had yet. The cold is the same, but the sun hasn’t so much as peeked from behind the clouds all day and the wind makes it nearly unbearable. The snow is thick enough that you’ve started stepping in the boys’ footprints to save energy. One of the many perks of taking up the rear. 

You nearly hit Sirius when he stops in front of you. 

“This clearing looks about as good as any,” James is saying, but Remus looks hesitant. 

“I don’t know,” he frets. “Do you think it’s far enough? We’ve been slow today.” 

“You’re tired,” James says kindly. You look at Remus, noting his slouched posture, the weariness he’s never quite learned to hide from his expression. You’re not sure how you didn’t notice his exhaustion before. You’re usually more aware of those things. “And it’s horrid out here. Let’s just call it a night, and if you’re still anxious about it tomorrow we’ll go a bit further.” 

“I can make it further tonight.” 

“It’s not all about you, Moony,” Sirius drawls. He looks especially monochrome against all the fresh white snow, you think. His superblack hair is as eye-catching as neon. “I’ve got a rock in my shoe I’d love to get out, and I know y/n’s knees have to be black and blue from the way she’s been falling for the past hour.” 

His scheme works; Remus looks to you, arguments of his own fortitude forgotten. “Are you tired, dove? You want to stop?” 

You shrug. “Yeah, I guess. It’s cold.” 

Suddenly all three boys seem focussed intently on you. You’re not sure why. You don’t actually recall much of what you’d been talking about. 

“Could you say that again?” James asks you. His brows are stitched together and his eyes have gone all sharp behind his glasses. 

“I just said it’s cold.” 

“Why’re you talking like that, doll?” Sirius takes a step toward you, then looks to Remus. “Why is she slurring?” 

“I don’t know,” Remus says softly. He’s looking at you weird, too. Frowny. “Yeah, let’s set up. Maybe she just needs a rest.” 

James spells the tent up quickly, then makes Remus stay and sit with you while he and Sirius set up the protections and everything else. The temperature inside the magical tent is cozy. Remus lights a fire in the grate to warm you all up. 

“Do you feel okay, lovely?” he asks, helping you out of your jacket. You sit on the bed, working off your shoes. 

“Yeah, just…just really tired.” 

He furrows his eyebrows, placing a palm on your cheek. You have no clue how it’s so warm, but a sigh escapes you as you lean into the touch. 

“When did you start tripping?” he asks you. 

You…you’re not sure. You can’t remember the first time it happened. How long had you been walking?

Your bemusement must show on your face, because Remus’ mouth pinches. His hand slides down to cup your face, fingers pressing oddly into your jaw. Frankly, you could care less where he puts them so long as he keeps touching you.

“Feeling better?” James asks, materializing behind Remus. You’re not sure which one of you he’s talking to, but you hum contentedly anyway. 

“I think she might be hypothermic,” Remus doesn’t look away from you as he talks, his eyebrows lowered like he’s waiting for you to answer a question you don’t remember him asking. His fingers press harder into your neck. “Her pulse is…scary weak.” 

James looks at you, and you look at Remus. 

“You really think so?” you ask him, befuddled. “I don’t feel…I’m only tired.” 

“Hypothermia makes you tired,” he tells you gently. “And you’re slurring your words, love.” 

You feel an icy tendril of fear snake around your spine. “I am?” 

“You’re alright.” James catches onto your panic quickly, leaning over Remus to give your shoulders a bolstering squeeze. “Let’s just get some of these layers off you, and then we’ll swaddle you in blankets.” He starts easing off your jumper, leaving you in just your undershirt. You’re newly cognizant of the sluggishness of your movements as you raise your arms to help him. “Once you sit by the fire for a bit, you’ll be feeling back to normal in no time.” 

You nod numbly, lifting your bum to tug off the jeans you’d worn over leggings. James takes the blanket from the bed and wraps it around you while Remus goes to find more in the other room. 

“Poor love,” James coos, dropping a kiss to your head. “You’re shaking like a leaf.” 

“No duh,” Sirius says, the tent flap letting in a blast of cool air behind him. “It’s fucking freezing out.” 

James offers him a sorry smile. “We think she’s got hypothermia.” 

Sirius sobers, stormcloud eyes flickering to you. “Shit, really? How bad is that?” 

“Not too bad, I don’t think,” Remus says, nudging past him with a stack of blankets in his arms. “I mean, it’d be great if I’d thought to bring any books on that sort of thing, but I’m fairly sure if it were bad she’d be more confused and a bit…blueish.” He drapes a blanket over your shoulders, letting James pull it tighter and tuck it about as he wishes. “Do you feel any better?” 

“I think so,” you say quietly. It’s a bit unnerving to be at the center of so much alarm like this. You do feel better being out of the cold, but you’re not sure if that’s what he’s asking. “It’s a little hard to tell.” 

“You don’t seem like you’re slurring as badly,” James evaluates. He cups the back of your neck, planting a kiss on the frozen tip of your nose. “I think you’re getting better already, lovie.” 

Your face certainly feels warmer. 

Sirius grins at your flustering, though it’s dampened by worry. “What about a hot chocolate?” he asks, tone unusually gentle. “Does that sound like it might help?” 

“I’m fine,” you say, and he disregards you immediately, posing the same question to Remus. 

“Would that help?”

Remus shrugs. “It could. Doubt it would hurt. James, love, I think she’s got enough blankets.” 

James frowns, peering through the layers of covering to find your face. “Do you feel warm enough, angel?” 

You blink, owlish. “I think so?” 

He shakes his head. “Sounds far from certain. More blankets it is. Sirius, get started on the hot chocolate.” 

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[sister-cna-reader]

DC x DP

“Do you know anyone willing to date a ghost-touched woman over 6ft tall?” 

Barbara Gordon blinked slowly at the lanky teenager who asked the question. His arms were full of astronomy books and he was leaning in close as if it was a serious question. 

“It depends? I’m a librarian, not a matchmaker.” she replied, holding her hands out for the books to scan. “Why are you asking? It’s an awfully specific criteria.” 

Daniel Nightingale was the name of the boy before her. Just registered in the library system a little under 3 months ago. 17 years old and with that black hair, sky blue eyes and scars on the hand partially covered by a fingerless glove- Wayne adoption bait. 

“My older sister is great and all.” he said, fidgeting with his sleeves, “But I think she needs to live a little you know? She’s so.. So….” he made a compressing motion with his hands, like packing a snowball. 

“Repressed?” Barbara suggested, scanning the book on the Hubble Telescope. 

With a snap of his fingers he grinned. “Exactly! Now if only I could find a guy for her that is ghost-touched…” he muttered under his breath.  

“What do you mean by ‘ghost- touched’?” 

“Oh you know,” he mimicked the paddles of a defibrillator, “Clear!” he chuckled. 

Did this lady have a heart attack? Heart problems? 

“I died but it didn’t stick, so someone who is like me would be good. Then we wouldn’t have to explain the whole thing.” 

“Oh, I see.” the redhead said, not understanding much at all. “Due date for the books is in one month. I’ll keep an eye out for your sister?” 

Danny nodded and gathered all the books into a beat up backpack. “You can’t miss her. Long red hair, super tall, looks like she’ll either have a nervous breakdown or murder someone if you bump into her.” 

Barbara could only nod in agreement to the boy as he seemed to float out of Gotham Public Library. 

~~

Jazz was ready to shove her little not-quite-dead brother into the Fenton Thermos. She was doing well at her counseling position at the University, but Danny had insisted that her newfound hours of free time should be used in romantic pursuits.

“If you had friends you hung out with I won’t pester you. But Jazz! You need to do something fun!” He had said from the kitchen counter, hair glowing and eyes like two green beacons. “Live a little! We’re already part dead! Let go!” 

So she trudged her way to the Public Library. If she had to get out of the house to shut her brother up, she’d at least be an introvert about it. 

Jazz put on her best pleasant face and made her way to the librarian’s desk to get registered. 

The woman behind the counter was like looking into a warped mirror. Glasses, hair just a shade brighter, and eyes the wrong color looked back at her in mirrored surprise. 

“Bad hair day?” the mirror image guessed, pointing at the slouchy hat and messy bun that contained the mass of copper hair that Jazz hadn’t cut in the last year. 

“Uh yeah. Little brother was pestering me about going out, so I’m here for a library card.” Jazz rambled, doing her best to not play with the strap of her purse. 

“I’m Barbara, and welcome to Gotham Public Library!” The woman smiled warmly. 

When Jazz handed over her ID for Barbara to input the required information in the database the lady smirked. “I met your brother a few days ago actually. Tall, scrawny, likes space?”

Jazz groaned. “I’m so sorry about him.” 

The librarian’s glasses were white from the monitor. “Oh don’t worry about it, I know how younger siblings are. They mean well, they’re just annoying about it.” 

Card squared away, Jazz went in search of a quiet corner to read a trashy romance novel in. 

~~ 

Jason took his rare day off to visit the Library. He was also going to drop off a coffee for Barbara, and maybe sweet talk some info out of her. 

He needed some blackmail to lord over some birds. 

“Jason! How good to see you in the daylight! Oh! Coffee! Gimmie,” his favorite tech person greeted. 

Coffee offering made, Jason and Barbara traded information. 

“You should take a load off.” She suggested, waving him away towards the adult fiction shelves as some patrons came to check out. “See you at dinner Sunday!” 

The building was warm today, rare sunlight coming through the skylights and windows, making his leather jacket too hot to wear indoors. And there was nothing else pressing on his schedule today, so why not read a bit? 

Austen novel in hand, Jason made his way to his favorite reading nook. Instead of the two empty armchairs he’d push together into a lounge, there was a woman already there, firmly in the ray of sun that made her red hair look like fire. 

Her long legs were stretched out, boots cluncking together in a slow rhythm as she read. 

“Oh,”  

Bright green eyes startled and looked at him dead in the eyes. He blinked, and they were no longer green but a calming ocean blue.  

“Sorry,” she said, folding her legs back to let him pass. 

“Nah, it’s okay, I kind of want to soak in some sun too. Mind sharing?” Jason offered, fully prepared to leave the tall amazon alone.  But deep down he felt something warm and grow fuzzy. 

“Sure,” she scooted her chair over and pulled the other closer so they both shared the spot of sun. “I’m Jazz.” 

He sat down next to her and the scent of her shampoo reminded him of the herby bread that Alfred made with soup. She stretched out again and he realized that her legs were much longer then his. 

“I’m Jason.”

Inside the pit barely rippled. 

Her phone beeped and she opened the beat-up thing to scoff. “Danny for Ancient’s sake,” she typed something out only for another beep to immediately reply.  

Jason frowned. “Danny your boyfriend?” 

Blue eyes met him in an exasperated roll. “No. He's just a little brother who can’t mind his own business. Now he wants a selfie to prove ‘I’m not alone being a cave troll.’ Just a sec.” 

She started to angle away to send a picture of her flipping off the phone, but Jason pulled her closer and let his arm be visible around her shoulders in the selfie. He hadn’t thought, just acted. 

There was a surprising amount of muscle under that sweater.

The pit purred in pleasure and Jason wanted to melt into the floor. 

Jazz giggled, her smile showing teeth that were just a little too sharp. “Oh he’ll be happy with this I think. Only thing that would be better is if you had a big black motorcycle. That’d send him through the roof.” 

His breath hitched. The sun must’ve been too hot, and he felt himself grow warm under that bright smile. 

“Would a black and red motorcycle do?”  Was this flirting? Was he flirting? Was it working? He hoped it was working.

Those eyes lit up again and she tossed the book onto the chair, towering over him. “That’s perfect. He hates the idea of me on a motorcycle with a biker boyfriend.” 

Jason stood up and tossed his jacket to Jazz with a feral smile. “Let’s get you some pictures riding a motorcycle my lady.” 

The pit crowed in happiness, a rare thing when not caused by blood or murder. He made sure to get a few pictures of her on his bike with his own phone before remembering it should really be on Jazz’s phone, to send to Jazz’s brother. 

Not wanting the fun time to end, he put his helmet in her hands. “I know a good burger joint. Want to stay out late? See some sights?”

He was so focused on the redhead woman in his leather jacket straddling his bike, he forgot about the other redhead with access to the security cameras.

#dp x dc prompt #anger manegment #jason todd #jasmine fenton #Jason/Jazz #danny phantom #Liminal Jazz #if I write more it'll go up on Ao3

[utterlyazriel]

whom the shadows sing for —(and the thief's echoing hymn)

a/n: chapter twoooo i hope you guys enjoy!! and i take this as pure reason to knuckle down and finish chapter three tehe <3 let me know what u think!! a million mwahs to @strangerstilinski for being my beta too, even tho i yelled at u sorry :/

word count: 3.5k

synopsis: Azriel trains you and is particularly unforgivable about it. Together, you tackle tonics. Azriel ponders the unmistakable pull he feels and you try your best to keep your secret under wraps. fem!reader, mulan-esque au

— CHAPTER TWO :: ALLIES

The storm had calmed come morning. The Mother's Kiss slowed, quietened to only a whisper between the trees.

With it, the ache in your forearm too. The torn skin knitted up in the night, the heat from the fire like a balm on the wound.

But right now, the ache was threatening to make a reappearance.

You glare across the clearing at Azriel from your place in the mud, where he's just knocked you down. Your lungs burn. Your chest heaves as you try to catch you breath. The last hour has been spent on the same infuriating exercise.

The sludgy dirt, still sloppy from the melted snow of last night, drips off your arms as you scramble to get to your feet. Your wings shudder, flicking off the cold dirt with a shake.

"Try again." Azriel says, his voice calm.

He has no weapons on him today with the exception of one knife, strapped high on his thigh. Its obsidian hilt glimmers under the winter sun, rays catching the decorative jewel on the end. The rest of his weapons won't be far you're willing to bet. No Illyrian warrior lets themself be so unprepared.

Or perhaps he truly only needs one blade to hold his own in a fight.

A flicker of envy. You suppose you should feel little more gratuitous of his offer to train, especially considering he's such a mighty warrior.

But between the built-in wariness that comes with having a secret such as yours and the way he keeps throwing you in the mud... it's hard to dredge up some gratitude. You must have been at this for hours now.

Besides, a little part of you can't help but be skeptical of his offer. What exactly did he stand to gain from helping you?

"Why are you helping me again?"

You're panting lightly, bent over with your hands on your knees. Your bound chest twinges in pain. You weren't out of shape by any means — you were an Illyrian warrior after all. But getting knocked down endlessly was beginning to wear you down.

"And," You huff, waving a hand behind at the mud pile he keeps dumping you in. "How does this help?"

Azriel crosses his arms across his broad chest. In the daylight, his shadows shimmer and wisp about. You had been unsurprised to find he's even more devastatingly handsome in the light of daytime.

After his final words the evening before, Azriel had disappeared out into the storm without further explanation, his shadows swirling around him like falling snow.

Come morning, you rose before the sun and stepped outside, prepared to head to training—and there he was. Posed up against a tree, the obsidian-hilt blade his hands, sharpening it in long, precise strokes.

"Lord Mylind has been spoken to regarding your training." Azriel had said, in place of a greeting. "He knows of your expected absence whilst you train under me."

You hadn't said anything; half convinced there had been something coated on Brudam's knife that made you hallucinate the whole thing.

"Though," The male before you continued, finally sheathing his dagger away into the holster on his thigh with casual precision. "He tells me that your absences during training have come to be somewhat expected."

He raises his eyebrows slightly.

"Why do you think they hate me so much?" You asked, a bitter edge to your voice. It's a non-answer.

"Because you neglect your duties as a warrior?"

"Ha. Did Lord Mylind use that word?"

"It's true, one is not considered a warrior until one passes The Blood Rite." Azriel commented, his head tilting to the side just an inch. "You're a warrior-in-training. Provided you go to training, that is."

The combined mention of The Blood Rite and your missing time during training had you tensing up. Azriel had noticed, his eyes shifting to your stiff posture. He hadn’t commented — just stalked off into the snow, wings held high and proud, not checking to see if you bothered to follow.

Now, muscles aching and skin coated in mud-slick, you briefly wonder if you were regretting following him.

"You're smaller than usual Illyrians.” Azriel says. “They rely on brute strength but someone your size is better to rely on your agility— a skill they've been neglecting. No doubt to try to discourage you."

A flush of nervousness rushes through your system at his comment on your size. There's a good reason you don't size up against Illyrian males—being that you aren't one at all.

For good measure, you wipe your face haphazardly with a muddy hand. Any pesky scents that might give you away get smothered beneath it.

"And I believe in what you're doing," Azriel continues, his hazel eyes watching you closely. "It's honourable, no matter what Brudam and his brood say."

Something akin to pride blooms deep in your chest at his approval, at his belief in your mission. Having fought on your own for so many years had taken its toll— one you weren't aware of until it eased. Just a touch.

"Could've sworn you just enjoyed knocking me on my ass."

That glimmer of amusement is back in his hazel eyes. You swear his lips twitch as if holding back a smile.

"Try again." He says, in lieu of an answer. Not a denial.

He gestures to his neck again. Tan skin that hides beneath dark, scaly armor. This has been your task for the last hour — get your hand on his throat, through hand-to-hand combat.

Considering how you'd managed to stick him with a fork just yesterday, you had assumed it was easy territory.

You had been sorely, sorely wrong.

Straightening yourself up properly, you roll your shoulders back and flare your wings out a bit. Your boots sink into the mud an inch. You assess the distance between you and Azriel, eyes narrowed, and try to put together each piece of advice he's given you in the last hours.

Plant your feet when you're striking.

Stay on your toes if you're advancing.

Use your environment to your advantage.

Punch through, not just at.

Your height is as much an advantage as it is a disadvantage.

Some of it was nothing more than a reiteration of your training in camp. And yet, when delivered from Azriel, under his focused gaze, it seems easier to absorb. It holds a different meaning.

This time as you survey your approach a thousand other details whisper in your ear.

The rustle of the trees, the whirl of the wind, the stance he sinks into like second nature.

If you can't overpower him, how can you get a hand on his neck?

Your boots sink deeper into the mud and you tense, your wings held taut and high behind you as you ready yourself to pounce.

The wind picks up, a whistle in the air, and you can see, even from afar, how the swirling of his shadows perk up — as if listening for any whispers in it.

Time to strike.

You burst forward and stay low this time, letting your knees take the brunt of your weight. Instead of trying to get past him, you need to bring his neck down to your level. A half-baked plan scrambles together.

Feigning moves against a proficient warrior like him is nearly laughable and his thick forearm moves to parry your punch as quickly as you form it. Good. It's what you're relying on.

You pivot your energy and focus it on kicking out his bent knee— and you catch him enough by surprise that he stumbles back a step. He doesn’t fall though.

You grit your teeth and know you have about half a second before he’s going to have you dodging punches and landing back in the mud. You keep pressing forward.

Skin meets leather as you land a sharp snap against his shoulder, your knuckles stinging deliciously but he deftly blocks your next blow. And the next, and the next.

Then you’re hitting more of his hands than you are anywhere else.

Frustrated, you snarl, increasing your speed and letting him focus on your incoming punches so he doesn’t see it when you send a kick into his groin.

His defense drops razor fast— both his scarred hands wrapping around your calf and capturing it between his legs, stopping it 2 inches from making contact.

Your eyes dart up to his face, nearly grinning at the incredulous look he gives you.

It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for — and something gleeful in you sings when you shoot your hand up faster than both his can move. The palm of your hand connects with the skin of his neck.

“Aha!” You shout, unable to help yourself.

You’re panting, out of breath from the fast combat and yet, still savouring the victory. A foreign glimmer of admiration and approval flashes deep in your chest. It's gone as quick as it appears.

Azriel doesn’t waste a second to sweep your feet out from beneath you.

Unprepared, you crumple and hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. A groan rumbles in your chest. Mud squishes up against your cheek, sullying it.

For a moment, you just lay there and groan in pain.

You're pretty sure every single muscle in your body aches as you gather your strength and push yourself up from the mud, elbows quivering. If you thought regular training was rigorous, this has been brutal.

True, there's less hitting you while you're down which you were more than accustomed to — only once have you thought Azriel might give you a kick while you were defenseless and too tired to cover your face.

But instead, he had surprised you and offered a hand. You had hesitated before taking it.

And as you're finding out, when you're spending less time worrying about Illyrians unfairly targeting you due to your size, you're a hell of a lot better fighter.

With a much better opponent though.

You win some, you lose some.

"Anyone ever call you a prick before?" You seethe quietly; because you had done the task he wanted you to do and he'd still sent you back on your ass. You spit into the mud and wipe your mouth.

"Definitely." Azriel answers. Again, there's that hint of amusement in his voice.

You huff and push up to rest back on your heels, planting your hands on your knees and glaring up at him. The muck on your wings makes you shiver, sludgy trails of mud sliding off them unpleasantly. You're well used to the cold.

"Good." You huff. "Prick."

Azriel smiles at that, not bothering to hide it. You find yourself smiling back at him, an out-of-breath laugh making your shoulders shake and your head bow. The muscles in your stomach hurt as they move.

When you look back up at him, he's offering his hand again.

You take it, this time without hesitation.

—

The day is for training. Azriel, the mentor. You, the student.

The night is for learning. You're both students here.

The second part of his offer that you clearly hadn't expected, given your wide-eyed look when he turned up at your door on that first evening, bringing all manners of plants needed to make healing tonics. Things you hadn't been able to find or afford on your own.

It had been then, he thinks, that you realised how serious he was about helping you. That his offer extended beyond training you physically.

"Is there really a difference between cutting and slicing?" Azriel asks as he peers down at the table beneath him.

In his marred hands is a root vegetable, something that flowered prettily— nice purple skin with a golden centre. He frowns down at it, his gaze shifting slowly from the vegetable to the knife in his hand.

It’s strange, he thinks. Strange to hold a knife and have it not be for violence.

"There is a difference," Your reply floats across from the other side of the room.

Nearly a week he's been here. Azriel had been pushing you more each day he was here, brutal one-on-one training to hone your skills.

It’s working; already he can see the certainty of your stance, your increased agility, the hunter's glint in your eyes. The clumsiness of the first day of training has already been worn away. Beneath it, the Illyrian warrior emerges.

He's exhausting you, he knows. Working you twice as hard to try to fill every gap in your training that seems to be missed. Finding every weak point left by the Lords of this camp, to disadvantage you no doubt, and training it up.

But if you’re tired from it, you don’t complain.

Azriel lifts his head to look at you properly, his eyes watching your hands as you strip leaves off one of the plants he had brought with him today.

Hands, weathered and much smaller than most males, that work diligently at your task. Your focus remains strong, even as you talk over your shoulder.

"Well, slicing is cutting but a more precise form." You shift your wing back, tucking it in, as you finally turn your head back to look at him.

You're a very peculiar male.

Azriel can't say he's ever met a warrior, or even an Illyrian, like yourself before. You're small. It's the first thing he had noticed when he had slipped into your tiny home those nights ago, a sturdy shelter against the harsh wind of the mountains.

You're small but your wings are still large and beautiful, tucked up neatly behind your back. Most warriors in camp must have at least a head of height on you.

The armor you wear looks old. It's been worn down, softened against your body but even still, it sits a little too low on your hips. The shoulders hang out an extra inch.

You're small and you're hardened at every edge.

It's the way anyone who grows up here has to be. And for you to have made the cut to become a warrior, even with the impairment of your height... Azriel knows you're made of tougher stuff than most.

Within that, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to you.

Azriel hates the Illyrian mountains. Loathes the culture he comes from that festers here, their swift brutality and preferred cruelty against even their own. Invisible standards that made one Fae better than another.

The lives they taught him to take so easily.

So the last thing he had expected to find coming back here, to a place haunted with wretched memories, was... an ally.

But staring across the space to you, he can't think of any other word to describe the stirring in his chest. The drag on his heart, as if it's lurching forward.

"Look, let me show you."

You drop what's in your hands and take a couple steps to cross the space. The shelter is like you, small, just shy of cramped. The ceiling could stand to gain a few inches and the inside is as bare as Azriel would expect of a home in a war-camp.

One rickety table. A bed tucked into a corner. A fireplace with slanted, mismatched soot-covered bricks. There's the general rustle about the place that indicates someone sleeps here. Things hang off nails, bedded into the wall.

Hovering beside the table, you gesture for the knife in Azriel's hand. There's tenseness in your shoulders. You're still wary of him— or perhaps so used to your own company. He wonders which it is as he hands over the knife wordlessly.

"You just gotta—" The vegetable gets re-positioned on the board and when you bring down the knife, it's with an elegance that Azriel had been severely lacking.

You slice a long strip off, lengths-wise, and then pause, looking up at him to make sure he understands. "Slice?"

Azriel smiles despite himself.

That's the other thing.

You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful Fae he's ever seen in his life— not to mention, by far the most beautiful male he’s ever laid his eyes on.

It had taken him by surprise initially, even his shadows rearing back in shock when you had turned and sprung at him, cutlery in hand. Azriel had fumbled one of his blocks and it led to you sinking the fork into his shoulder— all because his mind had been whispering beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

It's the reason you had managed to land a hit at all— or Azriel tells himself that. Because otherwise, he had a serious reason to brush up on his own training.

He also tells himself it had nothing to do with his offer.

It hadn't swayed his reasoning in the slightest; not the way he can't take his eyes off you for some peculiar, unbidden reason. Training you and learning how to make tonics alongside you was entirely due to his belief in your mission.

Liar, one of his shadows seems to whisper in response.

Azriel was over five hundred years old — tangling with a male was not entirely foreign to him. And yet, Azriel had found it was not as to his taste as females were.

Another glance at you has him, once again, second-guessing that.

As quickly as it enters his mind, he snuffs it, his wings giving a minuscule twitch, right as you offer him back the knife.

He opts for a question instead. "How did you come to live here?"

It's one of the other unusual parts of your intriguing survival out here. Not only did you make the cut to train to become a warrior against the odds, but you also live alone. Azriel lets himself survey the shelter once more.

It's far better than some of the conditions he's been subjected to before and yet... it's not quite homey. As though you've never relaxed here, even when it's just you.

"I built it."

Azriel blinks. Then he turns his head down to look at you, perplexed.

"You...?"

You've walked back to the plant you were handling, starting to strip off the leaves again. You hum in response to his words, sparing a glance up at the ceiling.

That certainly explained why it was on the smaller side, made to your stature. Azriel can't fathom how you managed it in the blizzardly conditions of the mountains, entirely on your own.

"As I'm sure you're familiar, bastards don't get anything in these camps."

Your voice tightens with the pain of an unhealed wound.

Azriel doesn't say anything, just presses his lips together thinly. He nods.

"It was already a ruin, the fireplace and floorboards were about the only thing left." This time as you tug the leaves off the plant in your hand, it's a little meaner. "It took me years to properly finish it because the males in camp kept coming by to see if they could knock it back down."

Something roars in Azriel's ears, a familiar icy fury at the injustice that roamed so freely in these mountains. A plague amongst these people. So many Fae, so eager to kick those who are already down.

Looking up from your hands, your motions slow, and a distant look dawns on your face as though you've been whisked away into an old memory. A cold smile graces your mouth.

"So eventually when one of them came around, I showed them why they shouldn't fuck with my stuff. Or with me."

How you gained your solitary fortress out here.

It had piqued his interest on the very first evening, the sole shelter out from the cluster of cabins in the camp. That even though the drunken warriors were first to point it out when Azriel came asking who was causing trouble, none of them would go near it.

He can guess a multitude of things you did to protect it and yourself. Something akin to admiration blooms in his chest. Something heavier, deeper, lurks beneath it.

As your hands go back to work, Azriel can't help but watch you silently for a moment. His shadows pour over his shoulders, seeping down his arms the longer he looks; as though they, too, want to figure out the enigma in front of them.

You're a very peculiar male, Azriel thinks for the second time that evening.

The runt of the litter and a bastard just as him.

A natural born fighter and an Illyrian warrior against all the odds.

A Fae with long hair like Cassian's, chopped at the shoulder and scraped back — and a voice softer than most. A Fae with eyes that burn with a promise for retribution, with icy fury like his own.

Azriel picks up the knife and slices the vegetable as you had, slow and long. He steals one more glance at you — to find you're doing the same, chancing a split-second glimpse to look at him.

Azriel averts his eyes back to the table.

He feels the treacherous glow of his cheeks and is thankful you can't see his face clearly in the dim light. He slices again.

And as he mulls his thoughts, the pair of you working in tandem as the fire crackles loudly in the corner, Azriel makes a point to ignore the thundering feeling that seems to sing right out of his heart.

No matter if he's half-sure he knows just what word it's singing.

(Mate. Mate. Mate).

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[novasdarling]

I feel like this is an unhinged idea but Mahito with a breeding kink + actually getting reader pregnant with some monster baby

Hahahaha I like your thinking my dear.

Give Me

TW: Suicide Mention, Noncon, Forced Relationship, Baby trapping, Abortion mention, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy, Female Reader.

The sun was setting. Watching as the sky became darker and darker, as the night rolled in, and the day left. Watching as your safety was being ripped from you for another time. It wouldn't be long till he came. It never was. After all, he came every night like clocked work. Once the moon was bright and visible. He was there, Mahito. Ready to indulge in whatever sick fantasy or curiosity he had that night. Whatever his dead, twisted heart wanted at that moment, he got.

Mahito took pleasure in playing with you. Contorting you any way he wanted, making you do things you had never imagined were possible. Then in the morning when he left, he would leave you in your room begging for death. Pleading with whatever god there was to have mercy on you and end it all, but death would be a mercy from a monster like Mahito and no god seemed like it wanted to get in his way. At one point you had toyed with the idea of giving yourself the so-called mercy you prayed for. Pausing every time you held a knife. Imagining if you were brave enough to plunge it into your chest. To rid yourself of his grip by any means. Yet, you knew death wouldn't stop Mahito from having his fun with you. He made that clear. All it would do would make it challenging for him, but he would still continue.

There was no escape from this hell, neither in life nor death and as you heard the floorboards creak behind you. You recognised all that was granted to you was a monetary relief during the day. A few hours to recuperate and heal your wounds the best you could before it was stripped of you once again. A moment of relief that was now over as the daylight disappeared.

All there could be done now was to wait. Wait for him to come again. There was no see in running. He'd always find you, that much he had proved, but the wait wouldn't be long. The air was getting colder, dropping rapidly. A sign he was near. It was moving around you, engulfing your body as you sat looking out the window. The cold was creeping along your skin. Clawing its way up slowly. Taking its time to leave a trail of goosebumps along your arms until it reached your shoulders. The cold changed to pressure. Laying its weight wherever it had touched you. Sinking you into your seat. Forcing you lower, to fight back against it. The weight was taking a shape, and second by second, it was becoming easier to tell it was him. His hands and body were on you.

"My favourite part of the day."

It was no more than a whisper. Right by in your ear, you could feel his breath. Yet, somehow his voice sounded so distant. He wasn't fully there yet. He was still lingering in the air. Making his way to you slowly. Playing with you. Scaring you before he even got there. You were his favourite. One he would take care of so he could resume having his fun with as long as your feeble mortal body could hold on. After all, all humans died eventually. Mahito just hoped it would not be from the enjoyment you two had.

"The bed."

Abruptly the weight was gone, and the chill had left as well. Mahito wasn't with you now. Which meant he was waiting for you elsewhere. Waiting for you to follow his order and pursue him like a puppy. Like a good toy, he had called you that many times. A good toy follows orders and then gets rewarded.

There was still a part of you that said no, wanting to resist and stay seated or run, but the part that odd part that knew his anger knew no bounds would always follow his orders. Even if you wanted to die, there was still a strong part that wanted to self-preserve.

The bed he had said. The bedroom. He wanted you there. You knew what he wanted. Knew what the bedroom meant. Mahito had figured out sex a few months ago. Figured out what it was and why it occurred. Stating he was curious about it. Wanted to learn. Forced you to show him, and who were you to refuse the curse? To say no to him when he could so easily kill you and everyone you ever cared about, no wasn't an option.

Night after night he would come. Sex was still on his mind, even weeks later. Trying new positions, new technics. Him telling you where he heard it from, where he had seen it. One time he had claimed he learned this position from a couple he had watched before he killed them. Things got worse when he discovered porn. He learned even more. Forcing you to try everything with him. Every position. Trying to make you sound the same as the pornstars. It got even worse when he learned what a female orgasm was. Deciding to abuse it. Making you overstimulated every time. He was having fun while you were in tears. Mahito tended to share with you what his new desire was. being upfront and having no shame, forcing you into any role he saw fit, but this time was different. He was quiet about his true intentions. Not letting you know the truth. He kept silent about his new interest, instead playing it out without your knowledge. You always assumed since he was a curse, something not living, he couldn't force a child on you. That he was shooting blanks. So it didn't matter he was fucking you raw. That a child from a curse was impossible. After all, curses are made not born. That he was just having fun fucking you and filling you with his useless cum.

Making your way to him, your mind still toyed with the question of why had sex stuck. Though all you could really do was endure what he wanted to try this time and hope this fascination drifted away sooner rather than later.

You could hope, after all. That was all you had, hope when it came to Mahito. He always got his way, so who were you to make it harder? If you followed along with his wishes, it would be better. He would sometimes even reward your good behaviour by holding off on a visit or two.

Even as you dragged your feet, you were still were met by him eventually. Seeing his full form sitting on your bed. You knew what to do, following the same routine as the last couple of months. For you to strip and meet him is what he was waiting for. If he had his fun, perhaps it would be an early night. They were rare, but they were given. Though as you stripped, your might was racing. This little interest of his, sex, hadn't disappeared as soon as the others.

Your sweater came off.

Why was it still lingering? It had been months?

Your shirt followed.

Why was he so interested in having sex.? In fucking you every night until the morning light came up?

Then your braw followed.

The worst part was that he insisted on fucking you raw. At least he wasn't living. His cum was all for show, right?

Your pyjama pants came off.

His interest in seeing if he could turn you into something and bring you back had only lasted a few weeks, a month tops.

Then your underwear.

You were now bare in front of him. Standing there as your mind kept asking questions, unable to find answers.

"Come here."

Following his order, your mind still raced with questions, with distractions. As he caressed your body. Stroking and squeezing you. Especially relishing in squeezing your ass, chest and thighs. Laughing when you winced as he got too aggressive. Pain was funny to him. He laughed when you cried that he was being mean. Smiled when you told him the bruises that littered your body was from him. Got excited when you begged him to fuck you softer cause your body just couldn't take it. Human pain was funny.

It wasn't long until you were laying under him, you tried to black out his image. His face, the way the lines ran all along it and his body. The way he grinned at you when he knew you were scared. The worse part was his voice. Talking, commanding. Telling you how much he wanted you today while you were busy. He would describe your day, letting you know he had been watching from the shadows. That he was always there with you. You needed to block him out and shutting your eyes would allow you to get rid of one of your senses that were filled by him.

"Tsk tsk tsk." He had stopped fucking you. "Look at me."

Mahito wanted you to watch. To see his face as he fucked you. As he used your body any way he wanted. Look into his eyes as he filled you over and over. He wanted his toy to be present, to not ignore him or his actions. Looking into his eyes as he had his way with you. Fucked you until daybreak, until you were dripping with his cum. Unable to hold anymore.

This night was like the others, except he had a new position. The mating press. You were shocked he hadn't learned of this one sooner, yet, thankful at the same time. Mahito had you pressed in that position most of the night. Whining every time he finished. Only to continue again and again. His word began to slur as the hours drifted on. Not making as much sense as earlier. However, you could still catch a few orders and words here and there. Some of his words haunted you though.

"I'm going to breed you."

It stuck with you, simply because it made you think. At first, you assumed it was just him repeating words from porn like the others, but then you realized. When was the last time you had your period? Did you have one this month? You couldn't remember. Your body went stiff, realizing what was transpiring. You were late, who knows how long. You had spent so much time simply trying to survive Mahito, you never stopped to realize why you hadn't bled yet. All you could do now was lay there, lay there in fear and continue to let all those questions from before. Find their answers.

As the night turned to day and Mahito disappeared. You ran to your calendar, you had tracked your cycle. Searching through the months, looking for the last of the red boxes. Not this month, not last, no they only appeared three months ago. Three months you had missed your period. Three fucking months.

You raced to the store, hoping that if you were a regular pregnancy test would answer your question. Would this cursed creature even make a pregnancy test be positive? Would any test be able to read if you were or not? Once you got home you found the answer. It was yes, the test could pick up on the creature growing inside of you. It was positive. Mahito had done the impossible.

All you had were questions when it came to Mahito, this only added to them. He never made sense, never explaining his actions fully, but at least before you knew what was happening. This was unexpected. Could you get rid of it? Would an abortion work on this?

Looking at yourself in the mirror. Staring at yourself, analyzing your body. It was mad, but you still lifted your shirt. Gazing at your stomach. Running your hands along it. You couldn't be, this had to be a bad dream. No god, if there were any, could hate you so much.

"Fascinating."

Mahito has sprung into view in the mirror. Standing behind you, in the door frame. He was gazing at your stomach. Looking over it again and again as he stood there.

"What the hell did you do?"

You were scared now, fearing the worse. The way he looked at you was terrifying. As if you were a wonder of the world. Just something to be analyzed and examined. A look he had never given you before.

"I wanted to know if it was true."

You were just his little science experiment. His school project to be tested on. You weren't a person to him, just something for him to use. If that hadn't set in before. It had now. You wanted to scream at him, cuss at him, hit him. Anything to get your anger out, but what use would that be? He had gotten you this time and there was no way out from him. Not that he now knew.

Mahito made his way to you. That same smile never left his face, instead only getting wider. He was behind you know, holding your form against him. Resting his hands on your stomach.

"It's finally taken."

"Mahito...Please tell me-tell me i-it isn't-"

"Oh, sweetie, it is. You're carrying my seed." He was nuzzling his head into your shoulder as he whispered. Kissing in between words. As if you two were a happy couple with thrilling news.

Mahito had gotten you pregnant. He had fucked some fucked up thing into you. He was going to force you to carry this thing to term, to birth it. Would it even be human? Or even resemble anything like you?

"W-what is i-it?" You were holding back tears.

"Hmm... I'm not sure, but I'm looking forward to seeing it." He saw the fear in your eyes. "It's okay if this one isn't to your liking. We now know we can always make more."

He was planning more. Planning to fuck more fucked up creatures into you. Make you something to bread him as many monsters as he pleases.

"I don't want this."

It was a whisper, but you knew he heard. Refusing to look at him in the mirror. Instead staring at his hands on your belly.

"Hmmm, that's sad because I do. I want to see you grow big. Like those women I see. Barley able to walk properly. Not fitting into anything anymore. Yeah, I want to see you like that." His hands began to rub your stomach as he held onto you. "I want you as mine like any other man could have you and if that means fucking you until you give me a whole army of monsters." Mahito leant in more, kissing your cheek before continuing. "Then I happily will."

#yandere #yandere mahito #yandere jjk #mahito #jjk #yandere mahito x reader #yandere x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #yandere jjk x reader #mahito x reader #yandere anime #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #yandere smut #jujutsu kaisen #nova writes

[tobifuyu]

Snowflakes In My Stomach When We’re Kissin’

RAN HAITANI x f!reader

cw: nsfw, mdni, smut, fwb to lovers, oral (male reciving), tiny bit of angsty themes with happy ending, sappy fic, ran being a simp as always to feed my “he’s a self-centered bitch until he finds the one” agenda.

wc: 3.2k

a/n: surprise… i’m back with a christmas present! this is the first fic in a three pieces installment, which can all be read as standalone but come from the same universe and evolve in the span of three different christmases. in case you didn’t know, in japan christmas is a holiday in which people spend time with their partners because they reserve new year’s for family (not only i’ve seen it in a whole lot of shoujo anime but i’ve asked my japanese coworkers to confirm eheh). it’s also customary to eat cake! ;)

“Though you said you just wanted to get a coffee.”

The only thing peeking from the red scarf is the tip of his nose, flushed with the same color of the fabric that’s wrapped around his neck. You imagine his lips curved in a smirk under it.

When he came to pick you up earlier this morning, you thought he made a bold choice pairing the red garment with the unusual color of his hair. Up until then, you always believed red and purple would clash.

But Ran made it work, somehow. Like most things in his life, he did it with a confidence that made you question your world and how you view it even if for just a second.

“Well, that we did,” He shakes his hand, his long fingers easily supporting the weight of the full cup. You can see the steam rise from it and wonder if he’s not drinking it because he’s scared to burn his tongue or because he’s not ready to go home yet.

The two of you are currently walking around Shiba Park, not too far from Roppongi Hills. The peak of Tokyo Tower is hidden in plain sight behind the trees, stripped naked by the season, and adorned by strings of fairy lights.

In daylight they look clear, void of color, and empty, they come alive at night. Just like we both do, thinks Ran.

Ran does like winter. He believes winter poses more opportunities to forgo going out and staying in bed. He loves to gaze out of his apartment’s window and spot rain pit patting against the glass, watching the water droplets leave streaks behind as he lets himself get lulled back to sleep.

He also likes that he can layer more clothes, the more the merrier, he says, it’s easier to style it. You would agree, because he looks particularly elegant with his long black coat, left unbuttoned to glimpse at the nice sweater under it. The sight of his tightly clad body alone ignites a fire inside of you, one that is meek but insistent, and will soon start to burn you inside out.

What Ran doesn’t like it’s the cold. The wind is not fair against his pale skin, it leaves it red and stinging, much like his heart when he wakes up after a night together and doesn’t find you there. He does not like the cold, the cold of the sheets around him when you’ve left hours before.

He would like to pretend he’s clueless as to why, the same way you’re staring at him now, but he knows the reason behind it.

“Are you gonna tell me why we’re wandering around without a destination in freezing weather?

“Can’t you just live a little?”

You scoff at his words, taking another sip out of your hot chocolate to bite back an insult. He’s already testing your patience, and you have very little of it left today of all days.

“We should go eat some cake, I’d love an excuse to grab a Mont Blanc for later at that bakery by your apartment. Y’know I like it there.”

Cake. You don’t like cake, and you don’t like what eating cake with him would mean today of all days.

“Why do you have to make everything so complicated, Ran?” You sigh, head shaking in disappointment.

When you decided to start this with Ran, it was because you believed the man to be on the same wavelength as you. Ran had seemed like someone who knew what he wanted, and you had been sure that was not you.

He had promised that would stay the case. Your heart could not afford to be cared for by somebody.

When you look at him this time, you don’t notice how the wind is whipping the skin of his high cheeks red because his scarf is now covering everything but the lidded eyes staring at you.

At this rate Ran might end up hating winter: you seem to get colder with the season. He doesn’t think he would pick sleeping in over you, so if he could, he would like for summer to last all year long.

He’d like for you to cling to him even when the temperature is so high you can barely breathe in your cramped room, sweat sticking to both your skin and his, like your very first night together.

Because where the holidays bring glee to most, to you they’re a reminder of times that are long gone. A childhood spent decorating the tree and wishing for the perfect Christmas gift, now turned into a life of solitude. Your fast-paced job and lonely apartment away from home don’t leave space for the frivolity of Christmas.

“Didn’t wanna leave you alone,” he speaks so clearly of his intentions you almost feel shame, “Did ya think I would’ve left you bask in your gloominess, today? ‘M not that bad of an ass.”

You don’t think Ran owns you anything. He shouldn’t be picking up the pieces of you that other people left scattered and putting them back together as if it were a kids’ puzzle.

Ran knows you don’t really have anyone, he thinks he’s much like you, and would be just as bitter if he didn’t have his brother.

“You left Rin by himself?”

You hear his muffled laughter, “‘course not. Haruchiyo’s there. Y’know how they are.”

Yes. In love, you suppose. And you wonder if Ran thinks that is what it is. And what is it between you two?

You can feel his body warmth as he gravitates closer to you, “‘M cold,” is his excuse when his now ungloved hand catches yours. He intertwines your fingers, brushing the back of your hand with his thumb, before hiding them away in his coat pocket.

Gotta warm your cold heart up, he thinks.

“Saving you from this freezing weather,” is what he says out loud.

But you know it’s because the movement brings you closer, he pulls you so you’re now shoulder to shoulder, and you’re not strong enough to keep your head from falling on his. As if you were fresh snow in the sun, you melt in his presence.

“Let’s go get cake,” your voice is but a soft whisper, running past him like the breeze through the dying leaves, the wind finally settling down.

And that’s how he ends up in your apartment. Sounds of wet skin slapping against one another fill the void as he buries himself deep inside of you.

The sweet pastries Ran bought long forgotten over your kitchen counter, as he’d much rather taste the honeyed nectar spilling from between your thighs.

He’s grabbing at them now, the hold on your flesh sure to leave marks behind as he folds your legs so that he can loop his arms under your knees, keeping you spread open for him.

Big body caging you under his warmth with his forehead pressed against yours, and open mouths a breath away from the other, sharing sounds of pleasure without ever meeting in the middle.

It had been a tantalizing dance when you first started sleeping together. Like most people in your situation, you had both concluded that it would be best if you refrained from kissing. Deeming it too intimate.

Ran had caved after the third time you ended up in his bed, lips too needy to be kept from yours. He had let out a soft plead before you met him in the middle.

From then on you made it your mission to never kiss him outside of your bedroom activities, too scared of the power his kisses held over you. He and his annoying self had taken it as a challenge, always on the edge of his seat waiting to see who’d kiss the other first.

“Oh fuck this,” Ran groans before giving in.

You catch sight of his eyelids fluttering shut, hiding that violet color that you love so much, and your lips lock in a kiss that takes your breath as much as the hips still snapping against yours.

The coarse patch of hair on his navel repeatedly brushes against your puffed-up clit, making your hips jump up to chase the friction. The man is shamelessly shallowing your moans and caressing your tongue with his, teeth closing around your bottom lip when you go to pull away.

“Ngh, you taste like cake.”

Ran had snuck a bite of one of the pieces the moment he stepped out of the bakery, and the sweet taste on his tongue was, in your opinion, way better than the real deal.

His hand grasps your chin with firmness, the tips of his fingers squeezing your cheeks and making your blushed lips pucker up.

“So you do like cake, mh?”

“No, I don-“ Ran squeezes harder, and your mouth parts. A glob of spit falls on your tongue, one that you shallow under his scrutinizing gaze.

The moan that he lets out at that reverberates through your chest as he bends so close your bodies are now completely pressed against one another, sharing body heat.

This is what sex with Ran is, a concoction of rough touches and fucking that turn soft and slow when you least expect it. He likes to tease and surprise you, stealing the prettiest sounds from your lips and making them his. Making you his.

“Y’don’t like cake, s’okay. I know you like me,” one of his hands teasingly pinches your right nipple, respective eye closing in a wink.

You like that he makes sex fun, cracking jokes as if his cock weren’t pumping inside of you. You like it, you like him, but you can’t have him know that.

“That’s not-“ he interrupts you once again, this time with the snapping of his hips. He starts fucking you like he means it. Calculated thrusts hitting against the sweet spot only he knows how to find.

Ran is on his knees now, hands firmly planted on your raised hips, guiding you back and forth over his length.

“Fuck! Ran, fuck that feels good- so good-“

Slurred words leave your panting mouth as your hands hold onto the pillow behind your head for dear life, back arched and chest exposed to the greedy eyes that are raking over your body. From your perked-up nipples, begging to be played with, to the way your cunt is stretching around his cock.

“Don’t have enough hands for the things I wanna do to you,” Nonetheless, he repositions his right one so that it’s splayed over your navel, thumb reaching down to rub tight circles on your slicked clit.

“Fuckin’ cunt squeezing me so good,” moans spill from your mouth at his words, his voice is strained but maintains that hint of icy superiority and poise that is characteristic of Ran.

The way your hole flutters around him is maddening, Ran can feel your walls clenching against his length so perfectly. He can feel everything.

As a matter of fact, so do you. No matter how dumb he fucks you, you can’t ever miss out on the sweet feeling of his bare skin caressing your wet cunt. The squelching sounds are filling the air around you, making your cheeks heat up and your head lull to the side, trying to avoid his eyes in shame.

Half face buried in the pillow, you beg for him, “Ran, please, please. I need to cum so bad.”

His thrusts slow down, thumb stilling over your clit, and you hear him hum, pensive.

“Maybe if you looked at me, pretty, I might think about letting you.”

Gathering your remaining strength, you open your eyes to the sight of his glorious body above yours.

The wetness of his skin shines under the light of the outside street lamp, peeking in from the window, full body tattoo so enchanting, you watch it move and bend over his rising chest.

With violet eyes fixed on yours, he stands tall, unreachable.

The purple strands that fall from his gelled-back hairstyle are the only giveaway that he’s not so perfect and pristine after all, but he still looks like a god in your devoted eyes.

“Ran,” you call his name so softly he tumbles from the skies right to you.

His body bends to lay over yours, weight supported by his arms at your sides. With a snap of his hips, he breaks the longing stare you’re both sharing, mushroom tip hitting the spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh my god, that feels so-“ “I know, baby, s’okay.” One of his hands caresses over your head, before stopping at your neck and closing around your windpipe. The pressure of his touch against your feverish skin is delicious.

Your nails are now creating indents in the flesh of his arms. You want more, you need him to break you.

Ran can’t stop thrusting, pounding, burying himself inside of you to the hilt. He’s never wanted to be this close to someone before, never needed their warmth as he does yours.

He stops you before you can reach your clit with your fingers and, wanting to be the one to take you over the edge, he uses his free hand to rub over it vehemently.

“Coming, I’m coming,” are the rushed words that fall from your lips before you hit your peak. Wanton moans are gracing Ran’s ears, making his balls strain from holding back, but he wants you to bask in the glow of your orgasm before he reaches his.

“Doin’ so well fo’ me, look at this pretty pussy. Gushing all over my cock.” He looks down as he says this, watching how good he’s splitting you open, his cock coming out of you covered with the white sheen of your arousal, then plunging back in.

Your spent body is overstimulated, twitching in his hold as if trying to run away from the pleasure.

“You’re the only one, baby.” Ran lets slip, the sight of you in your most vulnerable state makes him just as weak, “S’all yours, so take it.” And he means it, you’re the only one.

Before you, life used to be in black and white. Ran had tried everything to paint it some other color, from violence to sex, but nothing ever came close to holding you in his arms.

Color is always all around him, but Ran’s devoid of it until you touch him.

You pull him down to you at the confession, arms wrapped around his neck, chests pressed against one another, hard nipples tickling the soft skin.

The pace suddenly turns slow, and you wonder if Ran does not care about coming anymore. His focus is on you, and you’re staring back at him with just as much affection.

“Let me take care of you,” it’s what you suggest once you’ve come down from your high, fingers pressing against his shoulders to have him lay back in the sheets. Short hair sprawled over the white pillow like a halo behind his troubled head.

Both of your thighs are circling his hips, too scared to have Ran pull out, and be prevailed by that sense of emptiness and cold that comes from being away from him.

Fighting a whirlpool of emotions, you feel the need to silence your mind with his lips on yours. The clashing of your noses does nothing to stop you from kissing each other passionately.

The blame should be on Ran for making you fall for him and gifting you a brand new reason to celebrate Christmas, but you should’ve known better when he walked into your life with that snarky smirk that makes you sigh just thinking about it. You bite his lip in retaliation.

The feeling of Ran’s hands traveling over your skin and sinking with his strong grip on the flesh of your hips is what makes you separate your two halves, pussy clenching around the length that has been filling you up so perfectly. The need to make him feel just as good swells up on the inside.

“Fuck, please,” A choked whisper, falling from the pearlescent of his lips, wet with your love, blood pouring out of the bitten skin.

Purple and red do look good together, you think.

Your hands are warm, trailing up his stomach like the ink on his skin. He feels as if you’re moving too fast, scared he might blink and lose the moment, and at the same time too slow for his liking. He’s begging and he doesn’t know what he’s begging for. But you do.

Ran’s hands tighten around the bedsheets. He wants to touch everywhere you’ve been, wants to get stained in you. Like fresh paint that sticks on skin, he’s now colored in your shades.

Wet kisses are being left on the top of his shaft. Ran’s right hand finds your hair, waving his fingers between the loose strands to uncover the sight of your pretty face.

Lidded eyes are watching you glide your tongue down his hardness, caressing the bluish veins running across its sides, tasting yourself on it.

When your lips wrap around his sensitive tip you have to hold down his hips with both hands.

The peace you set is slow, taking him in your mouth inch by inch. His girth stretches your lips and he thumbs the lower one as you look up at him with tears forming at your lashline.

“Mouth feels like fucking heaven, angel.”

Ran can barely contain himself, dangling from the edge, his balls heavy with his release.

When your nose is buried in the hair at the base of his cock, you know you’ve successfully taken him whole. A huge accomplishment on your part, considering how blessed he is.

With your throat clenching around him, it doesn’t take long to feel him twitch in your mouth.

“Yeah, pretty girl, just like that. Make me cum, fuck!”

Bobbing your head at his request, you’re hasty in sucking your checks around his length, letting him come on the back of your tongue with languid moans that contain your name.

No need for him to ask, you’re one step ahead by swallowing his semen, making a show of it before leaving a wet kiss on his tip, to collect the white drop that was spilling over.

“Better than any cake.”

Booming laughter fills the space around you as you scoot closer to his tired body, laying on his naked frame and stealing all his warmth.

“I do like you.”

“I know,” Ran looks down at you, left check cutely smushed against his pecs, “Let’s spend New Year’s together.”

The faint movement of your hair brushing his skin tells him you’re agreeing, “And what about… next year?”

“Let’s spend them all together.”

You’re warm in his hold, and he figures the fairy lights might’ve come on in the park.

Ran thinks back to the rest of the untouched cake on your kitchen counter and is happy enough that the two of you have exchanged Christmas gifts in your own special way.

After all, he took away the cold, and you’ve brightened up his life.

That’s more of what you could’ve wished for.

#ran haitani #ran haitani imagines #ran haitani smut #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani x y/n #ran haitani x you #ran imagines #ran smut #ran x oc #ran x reader

[shawtuzi]

“My position couldn’t stop, You were hittin’ it”

a/n: this is my most favorite thing i have ever written and was super self indulgent but i hope y’all love it just as much as i do <333

this is 18+ cw warning include: basketball player!eren, black coded reader, chubby reader, a good amount of fluff, SMUT!!!, unprotected sex, slight mean dom!eren but mostly service dom, oral both receiving, eren jerks himself off while he fucks readers throat, body praise, rough sex, slight manhandling, size kink, squirting, eren is wearing a chain in this (yes i believe that deserves a warning)///wc: 4.8k

One of the best parts of dating Eren was he had his own room. You don’t know how or know why but never complain because it does come with some pretty good perks. The biggest one being all the alone time you could possibly have.

“C’mon baby pleaseee” Eren whined flopping on the bed dramatically, “it’ll only be for an hour or two and I really want you to watch me play” he pouted resting his head on your soft stomach. “I don’t know Eren, it's really hot out and you know I just got my hair done” you spoke softly running your freshly manicured nails through his hair. For the past twenty minutes Eren had been bugging you to go to the park by your campus to watch him play basketball, but the insufferable heat the past week had you feeling skeptical.

“Baby the humidity is way down today it won’t be as bad…c’mon don’t you wanna be my lil cheerleader” he pouted once more giving you those oh so hard to resist puppy dog eyes. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling trying to avoid his hard stare on you. Suddenly you felt a weight drop on you nearly knocking all the breath out of your lungs. “Please Y/N pleaseee I want you to be there. I’ll even stop by that boba place you like so much before we go, yeah?” Eren pleaded, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Fine, fine! Now get off me you weigh a ton” you giggled attempting to push the 6’7 man off your body. Eren was up in a flash soon pulling your body off the bed with ease, “you’re the best” he smiled cupping your cheeks in his massive hands before planting a big sloppy kiss on your lips.

“I know I know lemme get dressed real quick” you giggled rummaging through the bag of clothes you leave there until you finally settled on a white tank top with Eren’s gray Nike shorts and the fuzzy slides you showed up in to show off your freshly painted white toes. “You ready love?” you asked, securing your hair up with a clip. “You look good” Eren whispered, wrapping his arms around your smaller form pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Even though I’ve been looking for these damn shorts for days” he chuckled pinching your side. You rolled your eyes shoving his body off you, “you don’t need to be wearing these shorts around anybody you can see your dick clear as day through them!”

Eren gasped, bringing his hand to his chest, “well if that’s the case I should steal your shirt! Your boobs are damn near about to pop out” he huffed pulling your tank top up to cover your cleavage. You rolled your eyes once more before slinging your purse over your shoulder, “you wanted a thick woman this is what you asked for baby” you giggled making a smirk grace Eren’s face. “Yeah you’re right and I couldn’t ask for a better woman. Now let’s get going, we're burning daylight.” Before the two of you could even make it out of the building you were begging Eren for a piggyback ride which he of course couldn't say no to. Eren set you down when you two made it to his car and raced to your side to open the door for you, “m’lady” he said with a cheeky smile. “Why thank you kind sir” you smiled back giving his cheek a small peck.

As promised Eren stopped to buy you some boba tea insisting he didn’t want any even though he was steady drinking all of it on the way to the park. “You were right it is beautiful out” you sighed dreamily breathing in the fresh air. “I would never lie to my lady. My beautiful, smart, sexy lady” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around you. As you got closer you could see Connie, Armin, and Reiner playing basketball while Mikasa and Annie were sitting on a bench nearby talking. “About time you two got here” Connie shouted, throwing the ball Eren’s way. You gasped, avoiding the hit from the ball in Eren’s side but of course Eren caught it giving you a teasing smile “scaredy cat.”

“Shut up and go play” you grumbled walking away but Eren stayed in his place his brows furrowed, “no kiss?” You tried hiding your smile as you walked back over getting on the tips of your toes to try and give him a kiss but it was no use he was just too fucking tall. “Erennn c’mon help me out here” you whined and finally after a few more failed attempts he met you halfway giving you a sweet kiss. “You ready to get your ass beat Jaeger?” Reiner asked with a devious smile on his face. Eren scoffed joining the rest of them on the court, “you kidding me? With my girl here to cheer me on I’m fucking invicible!” he shouted the last part making your cheeks heat up. He was too damn cute for his own good.

While the boys played you spent the time talking to Annie and Mikasa losing your train of thought every once in a while when you caught a glance of Eren playing. He looked so good it was criminal and it didn’t make things better when he wiped his face with the hem of his shirt constantly. “So how are things with you two?” Annie asked, poking your side. A small smile made its way to your face when you thought about the memories you and Eren have made together. Ever since that night the two of you had become inseparable, your relationship with Jean now a distant thought. “It’s been perfect…he’s perfect. He makes me so happy and makes me feel so beautiful” you spoke softly, your smile growing wider seeing how concentrated Eren was on the game. “And the sex?” Mikasa giggled the question, making heat rise to your cheeks.

Sex with Eren was something unworldly to keep it simple. He could either be slow and sensual or fuck you till you’re shaking and begging him for a break. Either way it was the best sex of your life. “Let’s just say I haven’t been able to properly walk since I’ve gotten with him” you laughed covering your face with your hands. “Look at you our little sex addict” Annie squealed wrapping her arm around you pulling you close. “Let’s change the subject before one of them hears” you whispered, trying not to think of all the things you and Eren are gonna do once you leave. His sex drive increases tenfold after a win and his stamina….chile.

“That’s game we win!” Eren cheered, running over to you and picking you up with ease, “see baby you’re my good luck charm” he smiled pressing multiple kisses all over your face. “Only because you’re a fucking giant” Connie hissed shooting the ball into the basket. Eren rolled his eyes, setting you down gently, “yeah yeah whatever we’ll see you guys later” he chuckled dapping them up before starting your guys’ walk back to the car. When you approached the car Eren turned your body towards his pushing you gently against the passenger door, “see ma that wasn’t so bad” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You tugged on the waistband of his shorts pulling him closer, “yeah you were right it was pretty fun, but it was kinda hard to concentrate when you were showing your abs every 5 minutes” you giggled trailing your fingers down his hard chest.

Feeling the ridges of his abs had your thighs clenching and it didn’t go unnoticed by Eren. “I was a little sweatier than usual, sue me” he chuckled, bringing one of his hands up to grip your chin softly, “now give me my victory kiss.” Instead of giving a snappy remark you gave into his wishes giving him a sweet kiss. Eren groaned into the kiss pushing his body harder against yours, his hard on becoming more prominent by the minute. “Eren not right here” you whispered breathlessly trying to put some kind of distance between the two of you. “Fine… but when we get back to my dorm I’m gonna pound your pussy till you’re crying” Eren moved you aside and opened the door for you chuckling when he saw your shocked face. Even after a couple of weeks of being together his foul mouth never failed to shock you and he loved it. “You’re disgusting” you mumbled gasping when you felt a harsh smack on your ass. “I hate when you do that” you hissed rubbing your stinging behind before plopping into the passenger seat. “You love it now, buckle up gorgeous.”

The ride back to campus was eerily quiet besides the radio playing quietly and you decided to have a little fun with Eren before he manhandled into multiple positions till you fainted. You set your hand on his painfully hard dick squeezing softy earning a groan from Eren, “fuck are you doing?” he growled, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Oh nothin’” you smiled, rubbing his cock slowly over his shorts. You felt his dick twitch and it had your mouth watering the need to put it in your mouth growing stronger by the second. “Baby please we’re just- fuck five minutes away don’t do this to me” he groaned bucking his hips up. Eren wanted more than anything to fuck your mouth in that moment but he didn’t trust himself enough to multitask between the two. “I’m telling you Y/N you better knock that shit off” but his requests were falling on deaf ears.

Unfortunately for Eren your teasing didn’t stop until he parked in front of the dorm building and unfortunately for you Eren was at his limit. He gripped your chin roughly sending you an icy glare, “you think that shit was funny huh?” the confidence you once had crushed once you saw the look in his eye. “No…m’sorry babe” you mumbled, squeezing your thighs together. Eren let out a long sigh through his nose before gaining his composure, “how sorry are you?” his grip on your chin tightened causing your lips to pucker. “Really really sorry Eren” you whimpered, feeling incredibly small under his hard stare. “Yeah we’ll see how sorry you really are. Get out of the car.”

The walk back to Eren’s room was silent and you should’ve been nervous for what he had in store for you but you couldn’t help the excitement that coursed through your veins. “That wasn’t very nice of you to do back there Y/N” Eren said, finally breaking the silence. “I-I know but-” “Let me finish baby” he abruptly cut you off, shutting the door behind him once you two entered his room. “You see how fucking hard I am now?” he growled gripping his dick over his shorts, “god and I feel so full too looks like you’re gonna be putting in a lot of work tonight aren’t you baby?” he smiled wickedly walking closer to you like a wolf ready to pounce on a lamb. You whimpered giving him a small nod but that wasn’t enough for Eren. “C’mon ma need you to use your words for me. You gonna suck my dick till you’re a drooling mess? Gonna let me fuck those pretty thick thighs hm? Or how ‘bout these?” he chuckled, gripping both of your tits in his large hands squeezing them roughly.

Your mouth was opened but no words were able to escape giving Eren the perfect opportunity to shove two fingers in your mouth, the sudden intrusion making you gag. “Well since you can’t use your words let’s put that mouth to better use” he grunted pressing his fingers down on your tongue. While Eren fucked your mouth with his fingers he used his other hand to tug down your shorts chuckling when he saw the small wet patch you made. “Look at you making a mess in my clothes, you really have the sluttiest pussy don’t you?” he smirked, adding a third finger into your drooling mouth. All you could do was let out a pathetic moan praying Eren would soon switch out his fingers for his dick and your prayers were answered when you felt him shove you to the floor but not before putting a pillow down so you didn’t hurt your knees <3 Your hands were quick to tug on the waistband of his shorts but he just smacked your hands away, “keep your hands behind your back or you get nothing.” You shakily put your hands under your knees bringing a sickeningly sweet smile to Eren’s face, “there’s my girl…my good girl.”

Eren tugged his shorts down slowly and after what felt like an eternity his dick finally sprung out slapping against his stomach. He wrapped a hand around his cock pumping it slowly, his eyes fluttering shut every time he ran his thumb over the sensitive tip. You leant forward just to get a small taste of the pre that was dribbling from the slit but instead were met with a rough smack on your cheek, “did I say you could suck my dick? Huh?” he growled not once stopping his movements on his dick. “N-no” you whispered, bowing your head in shame. You looked fucking adorable. “Then why would you try that shit with me? Do you want to get punished even more? How ‘bout I open the door so everyone can see you getting your throat fucked.”

You shook your head quickly trying to find any composure you had to form a sentence, “No! I just- I just wanted a taste…” you pouted looking up at him with the cutest doe eyes. “Oh? Pretty baby just wanted a taste huh? Well here” he smiled tapping his dick against your pouting lips. As soon as he pulled his dick away you licked your lips moaning at the salty yet sweet taste of him. “M-more Eren please” you whined the itch to touch him growing even more. Deciding to test the waters you leaned forward pressing light kisses up the length of his cock leaving an especially long kiss to the tip. Eren hummed in content, giving you a small nod as a silent way of telling you to continue and you happily obliged, switching out the soft kisses for more sloppier ones even going as far as suckling on his tip.

Without warning Eren gripped your hair and pushed your head down until your nose was touching his pelvis, nearly crushing the clip that was keeping your hair up. “Ngh fuck don’t worry baby I won’t be too rough I know you just got your hair done yesterday. I would know since I paid for it” he chuckled breathlessly, his head tipping back when he felt your throat tighten around his cock. You gargled around his dick breathing harshly through your nose and relaxing your jaw to accommodate his size but it was basically useless. You’d never get used to how big Eren’s dick was, no amount of prep could prepare you for him.

Eren slowly slid your head back and forth on his dick relishing in your gags and moans. “Love this color on you princess so damn pretty” he rasped twirling the slightly dark ginger hair with his free hand. You were tuning in and out, your attention focused directly on making him feel good. You hadn’t even realized you were rocking your hips back and forth on the pillow until you felt multiple slaps on your cheek stopping your movements altogether. “What do you think you’re doing?” Eren snapped removing his dick from your mouth with a lewd pop. “I- I was-” suddenly you were yanked up by your arm, your body now beginning to tremble from how bad you needed him.

Eren leant down resting his forehead against yours the smell of his cologne and sweat making you dizzy. “Lay down on the bed with your head hanging off the end.” You have never moved faster in your life hopping onto his bed and laying back until your head was hanging off the edge. Eren slowly walked over tapping the tip of his dick against your swollen lips before pushing it in, the bulge of his dick in your throat making him let out a guttural groan. “Fuck baby” he huffed taking both of your hands in his much bigger one while the other wrapped around your throat. “Yeah that’s it ma take that shit” he moved his hands up and down your throat, his head lolling back and toes curling at the immense pleasure he was receiving (i saw a vid of a guy jacking himself off while fucking a girls throat and couldn’t resist but anyways).

“How you doing down there baby?” he grunted, loosening his grip on your hands. You hummed in content bringing one of his hands down to your panties, the material soaked with your arousal. Eren decided to give into your silent plea rubbing your clit over your panties making your back arch slightly. It was becoming increasingly hard to focus on your breathing while Eren was toying with your pussy but you pulled through knowing he was minutes away from cumming. You stuck your tongue out as much as you could running it over his balls and that’s what finally did it. “F-fuck shit I’m cumming baby” he removed his hand from your throat and yanked your tank top down exposing your full breasts bouncing ever so softly with each thrust of his hips.

Just as he was about to cum Eren pinched your nose blocking out any way of breathing you had, “agh shit” he let a loud almost pornographic moan when he felt your throat tighten around his dick. Seconds later you felt his cum shoot down your throat load after load. “Fuuuck” he sighed, pulling his softening dick out of your mouth when your gagging became more aggressive. “Did so good baby” he smiled, bending down to give your forehead a kiss and then your lips shoving his tongue in your mouth to get a taste of himself. “Erennn” you whimpered, sitting up to face him. He was now standing at his full height looking more intimidating than ever, “what is it princess what do you need?”

Instead of speaking you just spread your legs pulling your panties to the side giving him a mouthwatering view of your slicked pussy and thighs. Eren couldn’t help but fall to his knees at the sight, you truly had the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. If he had to have one last meal it would be you. He ran his hands over the underside of your thick thighs hooking them over his broad shoulders. “So fucking pretty” he groaned giving your thighs sloppy kisses all the down to where you needed him most. “C’mon Ren don’t tease m- hah!” you squealed when you felt him lick a fat stripe up your pussy. Your thighs immediately wrapped around his head when you felt him suckle on your clit. “Shit Ren” you were practically humping his face and he gladly accepted it tongue fucking your pussy with everything he had.

You were just on the brink of cumming when you heard harsh knocks on the door, your heart dropping at the sound. Eren lifted his head up, his eyes narrowing at the door, “keep rubbing that pretty pussy for me but don’t make a sound and don’t cum either, got it?” he asked his annoyance only growing more when he heard more knocks. You silently nodded, bringing your hand down to rub slowly at your clit. “Good girl. This’ll be quick” he grunted standing up, slipping his shorts on and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Eren swung open the door just as the person was about to knock again, “can I help you?” he snapped his grip on the doorknob becoming iron tight. He knew this boy all too well, always making complaints about how noisy it was to the other guys in the dorm and now Eren. “Yeah actually I was wondering if you could tell your girlfriend if she could shut her fat… mouth” he trailed off once he saw the severely annoyed look on Eren’s face.

You couldn’t tell who it was Eren’s huge body blocking your view but you didn’t care knowing he’d take care of it. He always did. Eren breathed in through his nose trying to compose himself, “you have ten seconds to get the fuck away from my door before break your nose if you got a problem with it put on some damn headphones.” The boy was utterly speechless just like any other boy that tried to step up to Eren, “and if I ever hear the words fat and my girlfriends name come out of your mouth at the same time I will beat the living shit out of you, you wish you could pull someone like her. Now get the fuck out my face” he snapped slamming the door.

Eren sighed, running a hand through his hair before tying it up walking back over to you. “Sorry that took so long, gorgeous hope you didn’t miss me too much” he smiled taking in your trembling form. He yanked your panties off, tossing them aside before getting on knees tossing your legs over his shoulders once more. He dug in without another word licking and sucking at your pussy like his life depended on it. “W-who was that Ren? Was I- shit being too loud?” you whimpered tilting your head to look at the door. Eren brought a hand up to force you to look back at him, “no baby you were fine don’t worry about that just focus on me” he purred pressing a kiss to your clit. “Are you sure- aah” your hips jolted up when you felt a slap on your pussy, “yes it’s fine I promise and if anyone ever says otherwise you just let me know mkay?” he inserted two fingers in your cunt curling them slightly once he felt that spongy spot that had your toes curling.

Your so called ‘punishment’ was a forgotten thought Eren now only focused on making you feel good. “You’re so pretty Y/N” he whispered, leaving sloppy kisses on your trembling thighs. It was a true mystery to him how you could’ve ever been unhappy with the way you looked, you were a walking goddess to him and he made sure to remind you every time he saw you. “Erennn” you slung your arm over your face to cover your smile which made his smile grow wider. He added a third finger when he heard the squelching from your pussy get louder. “M’serious babe you’re so beautiful. Got the prettiest eyes and the prettiest lips” he brought his free hand up to your chest tweaking your nipple, “and the prettiest tits.” His hand slowly slid down your body lifting your tank top slightly above your naval, his fingers softly drifting over the stretch marks that he adored and the hip dips he found incredibly sexy.

“Eren I’m gonna cum s’gonna be messy” you whined, grabbing his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together. “That’s it princess cum for me make a fucking mess” he growled increasing the pace of his fingers. By the time you finished cumming Eren’s hand and wrist were glistening in the light from the sunset. “That’s my good girl” he grinned, slurping at your pussy the obscene sound making heat rise to your cheeks. “You ready for me?” he asked, giving your clit one final kiss. You nodded quickly removing your tank top fully giving him the perfect view of your body. Eren stood up removing his shorts before lifting your calves over his shoulder. He tapped his tip against your clit a few times then slowly slid his cock in your soaked pussy. The both of you moaned in unison once he was fully in, his forehead pressed snuggly against yours.

He pulled out till only the tip was in before slamming in you again, his cock kissing your cervix with every hard thrust. “Ah shit so fucking tight” he buried his head in your neck inhaling the sweet scent of shea butter, the smell was like a drug to him he just couldn’t get enough. “Fuck Ren!” you cried wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him even closer. It was a silent sign you wanted him to finish inside you and he was more than happy to oblige. By now any attempt you had to control the volume of your voice was gone. You were now reduced to a fucked out drooling mess completely braindead from from his cock bullying into your weeping pussy. The new chain you had bought him dangled in your face brushing against your lips so you took it upon yourself to take the tiny cross in your mouth suckling at it. “You’re gonna kill me Y/N Jesus Christ” he whined squeezing his eyes shut.

“Shit-” Eren pulled out rubbing the head of cock against your clit until you were squirting all over his flexing thighs. “F-fuck put it back in please put it back it in” your thighs were shaking uncontrollably and your pussy was so sore but you wanted more- no you needed more. Eren listened to your desperate pleas standing at his full height, gripping onto your hips before snapping his hips forward splitting you open again once more. “Shiiit that’s right baby lemme feel you” his head fell back the only thing consuming his thoughts was your pussy and how deliciously tight it was. You didn’t even notice Eren had slowly been lifting your body up until you no longer felt the mattress under your head. With shaky arms you pushed yourself up admiring the fuck out look on Eren’s face.

The chain bouncing against his toned chest had you drooling. Literally. A line of spit had trailed from your lips down your chin and onto your chest. “E-Eren I’m gonna-!” you squealed, arching your back. Eren didn’t care to pull out this time, keeping his rough pace as you covered his stomach in your cum. “Jesus Y/N” he growled stilling his movements as he came deep in your pussy. “Think you can go one more time for me baby? You feel so good ‘nd I want you to cum wit’ me.” His voice was beginning to slur and his thighs were shaking but he had to cum with you one more time. Poor baby just had to.

You could tell he was tired but wanted to push himself so you gave in but only if he agreed to let you ride. Which he did. Eren was now on his back, one hand glued to your side while the other toyed with your nipple as you rode him. The slaps of your ass against his thighs were becoming louder by the minute your drooling cunt soaking his thighs and pelvis. “Lean forward I wanna put ‘em in my mouth” he rasped referring to your bouncing tits. You obliged switching out your bounces for slow grinds allowing Eren to latch onto one of your nipples.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his knees before fucking into, his headboard beginning to obnoxiously hit the wall leaving a very visible dent. “I’m right there baby, you close?” his thrust were becoming sloppier by the second his dick nearly slipping out of you, but with the way you were sucking him in it wasn’t a problem. “Y-yes I-I’m there I’m cumming!” you let out the most pornographic moan of your life going limp in Eren’s arms as his brutal pace continued. The shiny circle of white around his cock was enough to put him over the edge filling you up with every drop he had.

“Shit you good ma?” he laughed wrapping his arms around your shaking form pressing multiple kisses to the crown of your head. “Mhm” you mumbled, finding zero energy to open your eyes. Eren reached to the side and grabbed the matching Kuromi & My Melody blanket you gave to him as a gift, covering your body with the soft material. “You get some sleep. I’ll wake you up in a bit and we’ll get sum to eat” he whispered stroking your messy hair that he promised but failed to keep intact. “Sleep good I love y-” he cut himself off, covering the last part with a cough. “You good?” you slurred on the brink of falling asleep.

“Yep I’m all good, go to sleep babe.”

<3

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[rawritzrobin]

Brooding Alpha

Characters: Derek Hale, Stilinski!Twin, Scott McCall, Stiles Silinski

Pairings: Derek Hale x Stilinski!Twin Reader

Summary: You already had a brother and dad who treated you like a baby. You didn’t need a boyfriend who did as well.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None! Unless you count an overprotective wolf. 

A/N: Winter break is here. :D Have some angst, with a happy ending.

“I can take care of myself Derek. You don’t always have to treat me like a porcelain doll.” Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Babe, there’s a group of alphas out for blood. It’s clear they have some vendetta against me. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have gone after my betas. They want to hurt me and the easiest way is through you.”

“They’re not going to do something in broad daylight! I can’t just skip school and stay here so you can watch all day like a little puppy.”

You were in Derek’s loft, waiting for Stiles to pick you up. Instead of going to Heather’s party, you decided you wanted to keep Derek and Isaac company for the night. You had grown to love Isaac like a third brother, Scott being number 2. It hurt to see him so scared.

You told Stiles you didn’t want to go to Heather’s party because you and Isaac had to work on a school project together. He was too busy thinking about Heather to care whether or not you were attending. You were hoping for a relaxing night with Derek and Isaac. Maybe a movie and some cuddles with your Alpha. That wasn’t the case.

“Besides, Scott and Stiles are with me 24/7. Isaac too! And you forget that Alison comes from a family of trained hunters! Also, my dad is still the sheriff!” You emphasized the last sentence by raising your hands up high and huffed in annoyance. You were sick of everyone around you treating you like a baby. Stiles and your dad were already so overprotective of you. You didn’t need another man in your life who saw you as a weak damsel in distress.

“You know I don’t think that Y/N/N. I just want to make sure you’re safe. And the safest place is here with me at the loft, not at school with a pair of twin alphas!”

“No means no Derek. I’m not staying here.” You said before storming out of the loft. Derek wasted no time chasing after you. Isaac stayed out of your lover's spat. Lucky him.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a hint of anger and annoyance in his voice.

“Stiles should be here soon. Or do you not trust me walking down the stairs to the entrance by myself? Do I need a big strong man to walk me to my brother's car too?” You said, not bothering to turn around.

“Y/N! Listen to yourself…”

“I am Derek. And unlike you I trust that I can take care of myself.” You spat back at him. A part of you knew he was just being a good boyfriend that was concerned about his girlfriend’s well being, but you were too angry at the moment to think logically.

“Don’t come by tonight.” You tried to say angrily. It only came out kind of sad.

Derek stopped in his tracks. Derek stopped by almost every night ever since he stayed over that first night. It was nice, for the both of you to have someone on those lonely nights. It had become a kind of routine for you both. Comfort when you both needed it.

You didn’t turn around to see his reaction. You pushed open the front door of the building, just in time to see the blue Jeep pull up. You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and faked a smile.

“How was the party?” You asked as you quickly jumped in.

Stiles sighed in annoyance. “Don’t want to talk about it.” He said.

Bummer. Looks like we both had a rough night.

“Hey, let's stop by the movie rental place and grab a movie and some snacks?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Stiles looked down at you and his eyes softened. It had been a while since you two spent some time together. Well some time together that didn’t involve a supernatural being. He kind of missed it. Though he would never outright tell you.

“Only if I get to pick the movie.”

You laughed. “Okay fine. But I get to pick the snacks!”

“Deal!” He said loudly and started making his way to the movie store.

*****

After watching Stiles’ horrible not so scary movie and eating your weight in ice cream and chips, you two said your goodnights, and went to bed. You kept looking at your window, part of you expecting Derek to still show up tonight. You watched the time go by in silence, sleep never catching you once.

1 AM became 2. 2 became 3. You sighed in annoyance when the clock finally hit 3:30. You don’t know what you were expecting. You told him not to come. Why would he come? You were the one who wanted to prove you were capable of taking care of yourself anyways. You didn’t need him to hold you to sleep. You have been sleeping by yourself for years now.

You finally turned off your desk lamp and plopped your head onto your pillow. Sleep didn’t come easy that night. But you finally gave in eventually.

What you didn’t know was that there was a certain someone waiting in the woods that night. Derek sat himself against one of the large trees near your neighbors yard and waited until your night turned off before sulking off back to his loft. He wanted to apologize, but he was afraid of what you would do if he showed up when you specifically asked him not to. He knew how you were sometimes. You just needed some time to cool off.

You didn’t wake up to a good morning text that morning.

You laid in bed a little longer than usual. Stiles had to knock on your door to ask if you were ready before you pushed yourself off of your bed. Part of you just wanted to skip school and go straight to Derek’s loft and apologize. He was right to some degree. You weren’t going to give up and stay at his loft all day. But you did need to stop sneaking out at night and away from the pack.

School went by in a blur. Stiles and Scott could tell there was something off about you. You hadn’t said a word all day and wasn’t actually glued to your phone for once.

“Everything okay?” Scott asked. Scott was one of the ones who knew about you and Derek. It was really hard to hide the fact that you always smelled like him. He had his suspicions, and confirmed his suspicions when he walked in on you kissing Derek the night you two rescued him from Kate.

“It’s nothing. Derek and I had a fight last night.” Stiles ran off to the library to do some research on something. It was just you and Isaac so it was a safe place for you and Scott to talk about Derek.

“Just so you know, Derek wasn’t all too happy this morning either Y/N.”

You just sank into your chair further. You shouldn’t have said what you said last night.

“Scott, I found it!” Stiles screamed, jumping onto the back of you and Scott. Clearly not sensing the mood around him. “Oh and Y/N, can you hitch a ride with Lydia after school today? I have to stay late today for detention.”

“Ugh Stiles. What did you do this time?”

“I had to borrow some books from a certain teacher’s collection. It happened to be locked in his desk and someone happened to catch me. But I found the info we need!”

Great. You thought to yourself. You knew Lydia didn’t drive today and that she had a date with Jackson after school.

“I can take you.” Isaac offered. You smiled. You loved Isaac. He was the closest thing to Derek you had right now.

After school Isaac and Scott walked with you to the parking lot. You were too distracted all day to realize Isaac didn’t have a car. Before you could say anything, you saw a very familiar black Camero sitting in the back of the parking lot. You looked up and glared at Isaac, fully aware of his scheme now.

“I can’t stand it when you and Derek fight. I have to deal with his moody self at home, and then your moody self at school. It’s too much brooding for me.”

You tried to turn around in the other direction, but Isaac quickly grabbed your shoulder before you could turn.

“Common. He’s just giving us a lift home.” He said pushing you forward. Scott opened the door for you and you stepped in, avoiding eye contact with Derek. You could feel his eyes on you though.

“Hey Isaac don’t we have that history project we need to work on?” Scott said suddenly.

“Oh I forgot about that! You go along first Y/N. Stiles can take me home when he's done with detention.” He said quickly, closing the door behind you. You huffed in annoyance and crossed your arms around your chest, frowning through the window. You tried your best to glare at the two boys walking away from the car, but to no avail.

“Y/N.” Derek said sadly.

You didn’t look at him, you crossed your arms tighter and turned away. You were still angry at the boys for tricking you.

“Y/N, i'm sorry. I-I shouldn’t have suggested that you couldn’t take care of yourself. Hell the one of the reasons I fell in love with you was because of the way you were able to handle yourself with those hunters that night. I know you’re strong enough to protect yourself. But I just.. Don’t want anything to happen to you because of me.” He said sadly.

You slowly looked in his direction. His hands were slumped to his side, and he held his head down. You noticed some dark bags under his eyes. You didn’t even know werewolves could get bags under their eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink last night. You were starting to feel guilty.

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.” He said in a whisper.

Derek couldn’t look up at you. He felt so guilty. Everything he said last night was just his strange way of wanting to keep you safe. He didn’t sleep at all. He kept trying to think of ways to apologize to you. Thank god Isaac texted him when he did. He wasted no time getting here.

“Der.” You said, quietly.

Derek looked up at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You smiled at him and placed your hand on his thigh. He took your hand in his.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You said giving his hand a light squeeze. “You need to trust me though. I'm not just some stupid high schooler who goes looking for trouble.”

Derek raised his eyebrows at that one.

“Okay I am. But you also have to trust that I know what I’m doing and that I have a circle that is capable of keeping me safe. Let’s also not forget that my dad is the sheriff of the town and he made me take at least 50 self defense classes when I was little.” You said with a smirk.

“Okay fine. But only because I know Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are always with you. When I’m not around.”

“What about Stiles and Scott?”

Derek laughed. You chuckled too after realizing what you said. You leaned back into your chair and relaxed, never letting go of his hand.

“Let’s say we go home yeah? Well, your home. My dad might shoot you on sight if you show up at our place during the day.”

Derek laughed and quickly drove you two back to his place.

Later that night, Isaac walked in on you two cuddling and laughing on Derek’s couch. You gave him a thankful smile when he walked past you two.

He walked away smiling as well. It was always good to see papa and mama wolf in a good mood.

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Chapter 5

Warnings: Typical TWD violence, reader’s poor mental health, allusions to sexual assault, whiplash from Daryl’s emotional indecision

You awoke with a start, pulling your leg away from the gentle touch on your ankle. Rick was crouched at your feet. He quickly pulled back his hand and held both of them up placatingly. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“It…it’s okay.” You didn't straighten your legs. You were on Daryl’s bedroll, though you weren’t sure how you got there. 

“It’s time to head out. Let you sleep as long as we could but it’s late morning now.” You gave the man a nod and stumbled to your feet, allowing him to pack up the last item. “Daryl’s already at the road.” He told you even as he started walking. 

You fell in step behind him, fiddling nervously with the hem of your— Daryl’s —shirt. The thought of seeing the archer after the night before made you nervous. You no longer understood what it was he wanted from you. He had turned down sex. He hadn’t tried to discipline you for any shortcomings. Maybe he meant for you to settle in first? Cook and clean? He had mentioned kids. Were they his? Was he married? Maybe you were a gift. 

You felt your stomach roll uncomfortably. If you couldn’t quiet these thoughts, you would end up vomiting all over him while he carried you.  

“‘Bout time. Wastin’ daylight.” 

You heard Daryl before Rick had moved forward enough for you to see him. His trademark scowl was in place, and he seemed to be going out of his way to avoid looking at you. His crossbow was strapped to his back and his pack was hanging from one shoulder. Maybe he planned to have you walk today. You definitely deserved it. 

“Whenever you’re ready, I can, uh—” Rick made a motion that you took to mean he would lift you. 

“Oh, I… um… Sir?” You asked, voice small. 

“Told ya ta stop sayin’ tha’ shit!” Daryl snapped. His back remained to you but he had obviously worked this out with Rick while you slept. 

You couldn’t explain how you felt at that moment. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t guilt. It was something only vaguely familiar from a life you had been forced to bury. You dared to keep your head raised, perhaps provoking a reaction that would never come. He simply would not look at you. 

“Y/N.” Rick said gently. You instantly slumped with a minute nod and allowed the man to scoop you into his arms. 

Daryl stood with his back to the tree that separated him and Rick from you. After hours of walking the former sheriff had needed a break and maybe some water and carbs would be beneficial as well. You had pointed toward the lake with a trembling hand, but the archer continued to avoid you. It was Rick that gave you permission to clean up in the shallows with the understanding that he and Daryl would be close by, just in case. 

“So she’s not talking at all now. Not a word in all that time. I asked about her family. Her background.” 

Rick was scolding him, he knew, but he just couldn’t seem to get the thought of you placing yourself on his lap out of some twisted sense of obligation out of his head. Even worse, he couldn’t help but think how if it had been an action of your own free will, he probably would have fucked you. 

Daryl knew you were confused. He had ripped you out of an apocalyptic whorehouse where you had clearly been conditioned to be submissive and pliant. This was a new world for you. You weren’t being returned to any measure of the life you had known before being taken by those goons. 

There was a part of him that wished he had left you there, along with the burden of responsibility he’d placed on himself by bartering for your freedom. If ya can even call it tha’. But the part of him that had been softened by his time spent with this family he’d found after the world had ended; that part would have never allowed it. Not after seeing your scars. Ones that so closely resembled his own. 

“You even listening to me?” 

“Yeah, man, I hear ya. I jus’… let me clear my head fer a bit.” Daryl tossed down the blade of grass he’d been toying with. Rick had every right to hound him; to say ‘I told you so.’ That wasn’t exactly what his friend was saying but it was close enough. “M’a figure it out.”

“Okay. Okay, just try to—”

Your piercing scream had both men rounding the tree with weapons drawn, finding you sprawled on the lake bank. You were desperately trying to crawl away but a bloated, discolored hand held tight to your ankle. 

“Sir! Please, Sir, help!” You cried, your nails digging into the dirt in an attempt to pull yourself away from the threat. Daryl slid to the ground beside you, severing the hand just above the wrist before tossing the knife in the air for Rick to skillfully catch. While Rick waded in far enough to dispose of the walker, you were frantically crawling into Daryl’s arms. A sobbing, trembling mess, you had obviously forgotten you were unclothed, and oddly enough, Daryl was calm as he reached for the button up he had given you to drape it across you in a poor attempt to cover your nudity. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I called you that. You said not to and I’m sorry!” You babbled against his shirt. 

Daryl’s eyes met Rick’s, nodding to the man that he had things under control. He sucked at consolation, as well as any other form of emotion that required verbiage. “S’fine. Did it bite ya? Scratch ya?” You probably didn’t understand why he was asking and goddamnit, he’d have to explain eventually, but you shook your head against him anyway. A quick glance down toward your foot confirmed your response. “Yer okay. S’gone now.” 

He continued to sit with you, one hand awkwardly rubbing circles over your shoulder blade while you calmed down but continued muttering apologies. Daryl wasn’t sure you even knew what you were apologizing for anymore. 

“We need to get moving if we’re gonna make it back before nightfall.” Rick’s voice sounded from the other side of the tree. 

“Yeah.” Daryl cleared his throat. “Think ya can, uh…” He held up the boxer shorts, hoping you were cognizant enough to realize what he was asking. There was one more sniffle and then you sat up straighter, not even attempting to cover yourself. The archer made a noise in his throat and swiftly turned his head. He felt you tug on the boxers and let you take them, getting to his feet. He managed one step toward the tree when your tiny voice called out. 

“Please… please, sir—sorry. Um, would you just…would you stay there please?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Daryl took a deep breath and shoved his hands in his pockets, desperately thinking of anything else aside from how you had just been wet and naked and latched onto him. You had been terrified and almost walker chow, and here he was letting his dick take the wheel. Yer an asshole. 

“Okay. I’m, uh…I’m done.” You stepped up beside him, pausing without looking up. “Thank you.” You whispered, eyes on the ground, and walked toward where Rick waited. 

Daryl watched you round the tree and all he could think about was who he pissed off in a past life for all of this to be happening. As if all that had occurred before you wasn’t bad enough, he had gone and made himself responsible for someone that just might be more fucked up than he himself was. 

Rick was wrapping an arm around the small of your back and bending to lift you when Daryl suddenly grunted and quickened his steps toward you. “I got ‘er.” He huffed, averting his gaze when your head raised, big doe eyes blinking at him in confusion. With another grunt in lieu of speaking, he quickly scooped you up. “Le’s get goin’.” 

He could feel his friend’s eyes on him and that annoying know-it-all smirk. There was no way Rick knew anything since Daryl himself wasn’t sure about the feelings stirring below the surface. He didn’t do feelings. He simply wanted to get back to the prison and see if being around the women there could help you in some way. He was doing a service for someone in a bad situation. That was all. 

You were trembling in his arms and had lowered your head, curling up as tightly as you could without compromising his hold. Your wet hair was plastered to your skin and his shirt, but you remained blessedly silent. He wasn’t sure he even could speak to you at that moment. 

Daryl had been walking for just under an hour when he realized you had fallen asleep. He continued to refuse to entertain the implications that came along with that simple fact. He could at least say with honesty that he hoped speaking with someone like Carol could help you. Regardless of the situation, he wished you no ill will. He just couldn't help you more than he already had by freeing you. 

Fuck. 

Why couldn’t he stop thinking about this?

A small sound from his arms startled him from his thoughts, his steps slowing until he stopped, not alerting Rick just yet. He watched with narrowed eyes as you seemed to shrink even smaller, curl impossibly tighter. Frightened whimpers were all he could make out until you pressed your thighs together so hard that they shook, your hands covering your lower pelvis. You said one clear word:

“No.”

Daryl felt an unexpected rage surging through his veins. He didn’t know you but he didn’t have to. No one deserved to experience what you had been forced to endure. 

“Ow,” you whimpered, your small fingers clutching at the front of the boxers. “Please…stop…” Your voice, sleep-laden as it was, trembled, your bottom lip quivering. You were crying. 

The archer’s first reaction was to panic, maybe hand you off to Rick and get as far away from your trauma as he possibly could. A glance ahead showed Rick had already stopped and was watching with an expression between confusion and worry. There was no way he could have heard your small sounds, so to the former deputy, Daryl had just stopped and was watching you for no apparent reason. Lovely.

Daryl lifted you slightly, subsequently lowering his head so his mouth was next to your temple. “No one’s gon’ hurt ya now.” He said as softly as he could manage. He nodded to Rick to keep going, feeling you begin to relax. 

No, he was sure he couldn’t help you, but that wouldn’t stop him from returning to the place that held you and burning it to the ground with every one of those sadistic bastards still inside. 

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Baby

Steve Harrington x Reader

Snapshots of your relationship with Steve through his most used nickname.

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“Hey, Baby!” a voice blurted out at you as you tried to flag down a taxi. Your body was tired, and your mind was far too clear to ignore it. All you wanted to do was get home and go to sleep; the promise of brunch with friends the next day all too alluring.

On most nights out you were hell-bent on making friends with anyone who looked your way. Tonight, after a long and painful work week, you didn’t have the patience to entertain anyone long enough to even buy you a drink, so you definitely didn’t have the mental capacity to talk to someone you yelled at you on the side of the road.

“He’s cute,” your friend smiled, not giving you much of a choice in ignoring the guy that called out for you. She grabbed your shoulders and turned you around so you were facing him.

The long-haired man was cute, but you were sure he was just yelling out the generic pet name to see who it stuck to. His attention was already turned back toward his clearly more mild-mannered friend, who was helping to keep him on his feet.

“How can I help you?” you asked with more bite in your voice than normal, the evening of drinking and dancing sucking up your already depleted energy.

“See, I told you, Harrington, all you have to do is put yourself out there.” You finally broke your gaze from the drunk embarrassment to really look at his friend, who was red enough for the both of them. He was holding much more of the weight of his buddy than the girl on the other side of him, barely taller than you and certainly skinnier.

‘Harrington’s’ arm was flexing impressively, and you couldn’t help but think that your friend meant he was the cute one of the bunch. Although cute didn’t really describe him. He was gorgeous.

“He belong to you?” you asked, although you assumed they wouldn’t have such a firm hold on someone they had just met.

“Unfortunately,” he nodded, barely even looking at you.

“What do you mean, unfortunately? I’m getting you the girl!” Your eyes widened in amusement, suddenly in a much more agreeable mood to be flirted with.

“Shut up, man,” the stranger sighed.

“Baby, he’s been talking about you all night, I couldn’t believe he was going to leave without making a move.” You laughed harder than you would have if you were sober, along with the girl they were with.

“Eddie!” he chastised. “I’m sorry, he’s clearly very drunk and does not have boundaries.”

“Oh, please, he’s like this when he’s sober,” the girl said.

“No, it’s working,” you shook your head, shocking them both. “You should thank him.”

“See,” Eddie beamed. He did not get the chance to receive gratitude from his friend, though, before throwing up all over your shoes.

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You found out later that the friend’s name was Steve. He didn’t have any siblings, his favorite color was blue, and he was even better-looking in the daylight. Now, at golden hour, while he’s laying on his side on a picnic blanket licking a drip of strawberry juice from his thumb, you can barely stand to look at him.

Steve had been your boyfriend for a total of two weeks. It was new, you were still trying to figure out how much affection to give him, so you settled for staring.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked, teasing. His wickedly long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek as he sent you a wink, and your blush deepened. It did not take long to figure out that Steve loved to tease.

“The least you can do is get if off for me, Baby,” he grinned, lifting his arm to welcome you into his space. You gladly took the invitation and slid toward him, pressing your lips all over his cheeks, nose, and lips, making more of a mess.

“You’re beautiful,” you smiled. Steve got embarrassed when you tried to pay him compliments, even though he showered you with them. You could tell it was not just the newness of your relationship; you had seen him hype up Robin, the only friend of his you’d met so far that wasn’t on the brink of alcohol poisoning, to the point where she had enough confidence to tell a barista that actually, she was a fan of live music, and did she mention she was a friend of Dorothy?

To put it plainly, Steve was magic.

You were happy to bask in it, letting him take center stage so you could stand back and watch him be magnificent.

The nickname started as a joke; a cute reminder of how you’d been mushed into each other’s lives. Steve said he had to take the endearment for himself, otherwise Eddie would happily stick to using it instead of your name to get under his skin.

As your relationship grew you would flit between ‘honey’, ‘sweetheart', 'babe’, but Steve stuck to ‘baby’ like it was on your birth certificate. It became more than your name, it was a mantra, a bargaining chip, a threat, and a promise all rolled into two syllables. Coming from Steve, you were happy to take them all.

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The day had been all too overwhelming. The expectation of getting a promotion with a savings-insulating raise. The company-wide meeting where you watched it go to a man who did half of the work you did. The champagne toast to celebrate him. The disappointment.

You tried to muster up the energy to go on your planned date with Steve, but when he walked into your apartment and greeted you hello with a bouquet of flowers and a warm hug, everything flowed out of you.

He laughed initially when it seemed like you were trying to squeeze the air out of his lungs, but your strength didn’t fade, even though you were shaking.

“I didn’t get the promotion,” you cried. He knew this already, you called him from your desk to break the news while your coworkers were in the conference room.

“I know, Baby, I’m so sorry,” he sighed, rubbing your back. You didn’t have the chance to overthink the fact that this was the first time you had been so emotionally vulnerable in front of Steve. Sure, you’d sniffled at movies and whined to him when you were hit with a bad headache, but nothing like this.

The realization hit you like the stapler you imagined throwing at your boss’ head earlier that afternoon. This was too much, he would get freaked out. You were being dramatic, and he certainly didn’t want to see you like this when you were supposed to be wearing a pretty dress with your makeup done.

“I’m sorry, I was supposed to be ready by now,” you said, gracefully wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “Let me just wash my face.”

Steve grabbed your wrist as you tried to flee to the bathroom.

“Hey, are you kidding? We’re not going anywhere except the couch,” he pulled you back to him, putting his hand on the back of your head to almost force you into his chest. “Maybe the shower if you want.”

“Are you trying to tell me I smell?” you asked through sharp inhales, conceding and melting into him.

“No, I’m trying to tell you I want to see you naked,” he joked, succeeding in his attempt to coax a smile out of you. You stepped on his foot gently and he allowed himself a laugh, deciding you needed a little bit of light-heartedness.

“I’m really disappointed,” you sighed after a few minutes of silent swaying back and forth, your thoughts and Steve’s touch battling it out to see who would win in the battle of your mood.

“It sucks,” he agreed, and it felt even better than his arms. It did suck, and you were sad, and needed the space to have that recognized. “But, Baby, you’re so much better than that guy, they’ll regret their decision in a week and offer you the job. Probably even more money, too. Then you can take me out,” he said, so sure of it that you almost believed him. His faith in you was sky high, and having Steve Harrington tell you how great you are and pressing kisses into your neck did wonders for the ego.

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It felt silly to be this excited for Steve to come home after only being gone for a long weekend, but there were no payphones in the wilderness so he couldn’t exactly call you from the campsite. If you were at your place, you’d have a bit of time to prepare for his return with a phone call, but you were at Steve’s.

An increasing bug problem meant your building had to be fumigated, and you needed to get out for a few days. Steve disguised you staying at his place as a favor to him while he was gone, although you thought his two plants would be just fine without water for a few days.

It was odd to be there without him at first, but it was comfortable. He cleared a drawer for you a few weeks back, and you thought it might be nice to finally fill it while you were staying here.

Not a minute after you were done making sure any trace of you was cleaned up after, you heard his key in the lock.

“Honey, I’m home!” You didn’t have the resolve not to scamper to the door and meet him before he could even step into the kitchen. He caught you easily as you threw yourself at him and pulled you tightly against his chest.

“I missed you,” he sighed, warm breath igniting goosebumps on the skin of your neck. You nodded and attempted to breathe in his scent, despite being surrounded by it for the weekend, but were met with pine and dirt and nothing like the normal clean scent of your boy.

“Want to take a shower and I’ll order dinner?” you asked.

“What, you don’t like the rugged smell of the woods?” he asked, pulling away so you would have a clear view of his teasing, cocked eyebrow.

“No, it’s fine, just not you,” you said, smoothing down his windbreaker like you were getting creases out of a dress shirt. You sent him off with another kiss and fluttered around the kitchen, feeling like you were walking on air. Steve was intoxicating.

He came back to you after a longer shower than normal, taking the time to scrub underneath his fingernails no matter how badly he was itching to be by your side again.

“What’s this?” he asked, sliding the key that you left on the counter into his palm.

“I didn’t want to forget it on my key ring,” you explained, unboxing the chinese food that came to the door while Steve was in the shower. Your place was ready to be lived in as of yesterday, but you stayed until Steve was back.

“Hm,” Steve nodded, sitting at his counter and playing with the key in his hands. “Come here.” he extended his arm to you and you flew to it like a magnet, happy to snuggle into his side and give him all of the affection that had been building up over the last few days.

“Why don’t you hang on to it?” he said into your hairline. A shocked exhale on his neck gives him the wrong idea for just a second that you might not accept.

“Really?” you asked, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His affirming nod was so slight, but your stare was so intense that if Steve moved just a millimeter you could clock it.

Tears were dangerously close to giving away just how much this meant to you, even though you knew Steve could tell. Still, you had to attempt to lighten the heavy but wonderful air around you.

“Giving me a key, letting me stay here,” you listed. “Be careful, you might give a girl the wrong idea,” you joked.

“What idea? That I love you?” he asked, sucking you right back into the beautiful reality he created and allowed you to live in. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, not trusting your brain to be able to form the correct words.

Steve tightened his grip on your waist, not able to portray his feelings any other way.

“Come on, Baby, you know how much I adore you. Of course I love you,” he said softly.

Maybe the loneliness of the woods had gotten to him, or he had been bitten by some sort of lovebug out there that scientists had yet to discover. Either way, you wouldn’t fight him on it.

“I love you, too.”

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The silence in the back of the cab was suffocating. Even the poor driver caught Steve’s bite when he simply asked if he had caught the Reds afternoon game. It was the last time anyone spoke until you and Steve were climbing out.

“Thank you.” It was more curt than you intended, but the man was spared from the true rage you were feeling. It increased with every passing moment, and you could have torn the door off of its hinges once Steve dropped the keys trying to unlock it.

You planned on going up to his apartment, getting the things you left there before leaving for the fateful dinner that sent you two into one of the smaller, but nastier, fights you had had, and going back to your own place.

It wasn’t anything serious that set you both off, but boy did neither one of you know how to pull a punch. It would have been easy to blame the comment he made about your makeup looking different, or that you always picked the same restaurant, but you went after his lack of planning being the reason for having no choice but to take the late reservation, and how he forgot to pick up your jacket from the dry cleaner so you were cold. It went past the point of return when he brought up your ex-boyfriend, and you sent out one last jab about his longest relationship barely lasting a year before you demanded the check and threw money to cover your dinner down on the table and waited outside for a cab. You barely got through a glass of wine, you wish you had driven.

In Steve’s apartment, now, usually filled with so much love, you were stomping around each other. You were collecting your toothbrush from the bathroom when, still in your heels, you took a small misstep over your own feet and Steve’s instincts grabbed your waist to steady you.

“Don’t touch me,” you snapped, pushing his hands off of you; he held them up like he was being arrested.

“Jesus, fine,” he muttered. You shoved the few outfits you had tried on earlier haphazardly into your bag, not taking the time to fold them. The thought of taking out the iron tomorrow curdled your blood even further.

Just like most other things tonight, Steve ruined your plan of a quiet escape (save a slam of his door) by blocking the doorway before you could leave his bedroom.

“What are you doing?” he sighed, clearly reaching the point of the argument where he just wanted to kiss and make up. He always got there before you, and instead of waiting insisted on reaching his hand out to drag you there.

“I’m going home. I don’t want to be here, and you don’t want me here,” you explained. Trying to push past him wasn’t too well thought out, but you braved the physical contact and scooted him out of your way.

“I never said I didn’t want you here,” he corrected, the smugness still in his voice that made you want to rip his vocal chords out. Your boyfriend had an incredible talent to be the nastiest girl you knew.

“Oh, my bad. Why would I have thought that when you’ve been so loving tonight?” you sneered.

And of all things, he chuckled. Your eyes nearly burst out of your head.

“Do you even know what you’re mad about? Baby, come on, this is so stupid,” he sighed. That was the last straw.

“You can’t do that!” He jumped a little at the screech in your voice. You hadn’t even expected the noise that came out of you, but the steam coming out of your ears softened the blow.

“What?” he asked, not daring to come closer to you now.

“Call me ‘baby’ and be charming to make me forgive you. It’s not fair.” The muscles twitching under his cheeks made it obvious that he was trying his damndest not to smile.

He didn’t like that you were angry, no, he just loved that you couldn’t stay mad at him. Steve thought that this is what a healthy relationship was. Annoying each other to the point of ending the night early wasn’t great, but that’s all it was: annoyance. If he couldn’t be suave enough to pull you out of it then he had no business being your boyfriend.

The words left your mouth and melted the tough exterior you were trying to maintain. Your shoulders dropped, crossed arms following. Your traitorous feet inched closer to the hunk in front of you, still in his dinner clothes.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled you into his arms once he thought you wouldn’t pull away and pressed his lips to the top of your head. “Please stay. Let me make it up to you, Baby.”

His whispered promises always had a talent of coming true.

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His sweat dripping on your collarbone sizzles off in a nanosecond. You’re both slick with it, with the friction between your bodies.

“Baby,” he gasps, neck slightly twitching as he tries to stave off what you’ve been trying to pull from him. You're shaking beneath him, yourself, grounded only by his dull fingernails digging into your calf.

There’s no need to respond, you just nod your head and wrap your arms around his neck, hoping to be smothered by him. Steve obliges just slightly, insisting on holding his own weight above you and only letting your chests mush together and his stomach rub against yours at the discretion of his hips.

The whine that comes from his throat sends a shiver up your spine. He’s so strong all of the time, seeing him let go and be completely inhibitionless drives you closer to the edge.

“Almost, Steve, almost,” you warn him, although he takes it as incentive.

You were generally in charge in the bedroom, and Steve was more than happy to be bossed around, but something was different this evening. Steve shifted his grip from your leg to your wrist, almost pinning you to the mattress and tacitly communicating that he didn’t want you to flip him over and ride him like a mechanical bull.

Change was good, it certainly felt good, so you just leaned into his movements and met his hips, forcing stray hairs missed by a razor to get acquainted with his moles that were for your eyes only. Well, yours and the fertility doctor you had been going to.

Once he was confident that you would stay beneath him, he moved his hand between your bodies, and started to massage you in the way only he had been able to do.

The euphoria he brought you drowned out all noise, so you weren’t sure what Steve called you, if anything, when he came. But he did stroke your hair and call you sweet things for long enough afterward that you were fine with whatever he said.

“I think that was the one,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he grinned. “Think I put a baby in my Baby?”

“Ew, don’t say it like that,” you laughed, pushing his chest hard enough that in his tired state, he flopped from his side onto his back. You tossed a leg over him and rested your head on his chest for a nanosecond before he had you flipped like a pretzel, expertly shoving a pillow under your hips so they were elevated like he had every day for the last month.

“Maybe if you let me cuddle you my hormones will get the point,” you frowned, missing the hours of pillowtalk you were used to by now.

“Well, we need all the help we can get. So gravity it is,” he said, lying next to you again, so close but too far.

“Is that why you wouldn’t let me be on top?” you laughed, but he refused to be embarrassed.

“I’ve done, research, Baby! It’s for real,” he ensured, and you believed him with everything you had. So much so that you stared at the ceiling for over an hour until he was satisfied that if his swimmers were going to reach your eggs, they had enough time to get there.

It wasn’t too hard of an ask, though, with him by your side the entire time chatting through every sweet thought that came into his head.

In three months time, after a blood test and some crossed fingers and toes, he would start putting those plans into action, molding them to any desire you had for the perfect combination.

In three years, when you had a sibling for your baby boy on the way, when asked what his mother’s name was, he thought it was “Baby.”

#stranger things #stranger things fic #st4 #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic

[2kmps]

howl enjoys letting you braid his hair.

notes; 574 words, 15+, not proofread.

the light spring breeze carried a crisp sting to it, one that made howl shrink into the warmth of his arms. he sat straddling the back of a chair, arms folded across it, chin nestled deep in silky white sleeves that felt like bliss on his skin. it wasn't all that bad of an afternoon where calcifer landed the castle, intending for a leisurely reprieve before moving it along towards the damp mountains.

he wasn't opposed to this break, an ephemeral moment of contentment that he wished could last; something very unlike him to want. it must've been your fingertips at his scalp, joints occasionally catching snags that you gently worked out with a comb before your fingers were hard at work again.

"it was just ridiculous." you were saying, luring him back to the moment just as the wood comb clattered on a nearby table. "she wouldn't give me a deal on the flowers, but they're only in season for another week. what a cheapskate."

"miss may is every bit a troubling crone as sophie." he was trying to prove he was listening, although he had forgotten much of what you had said. the mundane complaints spoken in your duclet tones, coupled with your fingers on his hair, was enough to make his eyes roll up as he let you manipulate his neck and head as much as you wanted.

you clicked your tongue, giving his hair a gentle tug from behind, stirring him more than he was willing to admit in that moment. "oh! naughty thing. in broad daylight this time?"

"shut up," you grumbled, parting his long raven locks three-ways to begin your braid. "speak nicely about your elders or I may slip up one day and tell sophie how badly you talk about her. she'll chase you down with her broom."

howl's chest jumped with a huff. "don't expect a home if you do so! you're not asked to pay a thing for room and board, yet you're just mean."

"not meaner than sophie on a rainy day." howl wouldn't deny that being true, staying quiet as you continued, "old miss may looks like the type to know how to curse people. she's just that bitter and stingy. she has to be a witch."

you were near the tail end of his braid, pinching the tip that curled in nicely like the horsehair of paintbrush. the style was completed with a clear elastic that you knew he'd lament and fuss over later.

"what does that make you?" he asked, bending his back and neck away from the chair, still holding it with his arms as he looked up at you. "you're meaner than both combined. absolutely awful and cruel to me."

"someone with the patience to put up with you."

howl let out a scoff, eyes flicking up towards the ceiling as he got to his feet, pulling you by the wrist until you were flush into him. his head dipped, lips moving against yours then; warm, soft, and full, guiding the sweet dance until the tip of his tongue smoothed along the inside of your bottom lip.

you pulled away, letting your arms wrap his neck so your fingers could toy with the braid you made. "honestly, you have no shame."

he felt the pull and leaned into another kiss, this one surged with fervor, hands now traveling inward from your hips.

"you're the one to blame for that."

divider; @/saradika

this is a repost from my old blog: cardeneiv

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[usermakki]

· ₊ ⊹ · ₊ ⊹ · ɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ;

          ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ; 

“Neteyam.” you call out to him.

“Yes.” He answers, not looking up from the cutting board.

“Do you even know how to craft a marui ?”

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ; 2.9k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ; fluff and a little nip of angst

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ; aged-up!neteyam x na’vi!fem!reader, established relationship, some swear words, slightly suggestive, insecurities, mentions of the sully fam, reader’s parents and dead brother, talk of having children, I beta read this myself so :p

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ; pretty boy by the nbhd + daylight by taylor swift

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ; this was supposed to be a one shot with many short stories but umm the word count speaks for itself, i literally had to cut so many things out from just this piece and so I decided to turn it into a series instead. this is my first time ever posting my writing on the internet, plus I’m not a native english speaker so take it easy on me.

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ    ɴᴇxᴛ    ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ

“We always have to sneak around my parents and it’s so exhausting! It’s like they forget we’ve already mated-“

“We could always leave.”

Your hand stop mid-action.

Neteyam’s words are sudden and clumsily voiced out. Like he was trying to spit them out fast, else they’d burn his tongue.

You can only stare at him, as you’re left speechless with your breath caught inside your lungs. Gripping the avian meat tight in your hand, you try to conjure words but your head is sorely blank. Your ears unconsciously flatten agains the sides of your head. Is he implying what you think he is ? Is he ? Could it be ?

It takes you a while to notice that you are staring at him skeptically, so you put down the food atop the cutting board and sit straighter. His statement is confusing, but so strikingly clear all the same.

You exhale forcibly, “Leave to where, Neteyam ?”

He breathes in a gulp of air before adjusting himself to sit on his haunches.

It is so easy to read his body and his cues, after years of being so close to him. After so many years of knowing and loving him, mapping him out like a foreign land, you’re the one who knows him best. And you take notice of the tremor of his golden irises, the twitch of the tail and the movement of his ears. You know because you are the same. He’s nervous and now so are you. You feel it all through him as much as you feel these emotions within yourself.

“Not far.” He clears his throat, eyes avoidant of yours. “Maybe closer to the forest, where it can be just us.”

His words are soft and uncertain, but they reach your heart as straight as any of his arrows could. The implications are abundantly clear.

The tip of your tail thumps against the mat.

“You want to move out ? With me ?” The question is dumb and unnecessary, and you want to punch yourself for it just as you said it. There wasn’t anyone else inside his parents marui but you and him. Besides, he didn’t outright say it, but he doesn’t need to. Neteyam doesn’t need to voice it because he means it. And you’re quick to catch onto that.

Neteyam’s lips quirk in a soft smile, bordering amusing. “Yes. I want us both to move out from our parents maruis to live together on our own.”

Just from hearing it, countless of stars explode inside your chest.

Your lips wobble into a small smile, “Now ?”

"Not in this instant, but soon. Hopefully in the following days"

"I mean, the idea is.." Delightful. Exciting. And almost unbelievable. The smile you conjure is irrepressible, as your lips stretch to their limit. Your mate wants to move in with you! It shouldn't come as any surprise, as you have mated and consumated your bond in the presence of Eywa. By all means, you were husband and wife.

This relationship is long, you have spent years getting to know every corner of each others lives, have shared your burdens and responsibility, your bodies and your minds, It is only natural that you share a home as well. Besides, neither of you can handle much longer of living in your parents tent, only seeing the other in between trainings and after raids. Always having to kick your parents of their own home just to have some privacy. This predicament is tiring, grating and it’s not common that you’re able to be in any place by yourselves, there’s always the company of Tuk, Kiri, Lo’ak, your parents or friends.

There's an identical smile on Neteyam's face, and his euphoric expression doesn't oscillate when he speaks, "I know. Feels really good, right ?”

Chuckling, you say, “I feel so giddy right now.”

While staring deeply into the others eyes, neither can’t stop from laughing. Your mate’s beautiful features are mildly illuminated by the fire, his bioluminescent dots glowing vividly in patterns around his face. They light up his face in a way you haven’t seen before. He looks younger, naive and in love too. It’s almost as if he’s glowing from within. You guess happiness does that to people. It suits him and you wish for it to be like this always and forever.

You ignore the flutter of wings that rattle your insides for an instant, only to be fully present in this moment. To watch him in this light and never forget it.

“Neteyam.” you call out to him.

“Yes.” He answers, not looking up from the cutting board.

“Do you even know how to craft a marui ?”

His cutting stops midway. He side eyes you so comically you can’t help but snort. You both know he’s not the best at weaving.

“Oh, well. Guess we’ll have to ask Auayew for help on that, then.”

He shifts, face hardening a tad. “We’re not asking for his help on anything. Me and my dad can do just fine.”

You coo, “Little Neteyam can’t put up a simple marui ? Not so much a mighty warrior now, are you ?”

“These things are unrelated, so don’t even start. And it’s not like you’re that great at weaving either. I guess we’ll need as much help as we can.”

“Oh.” You murmur as it downs on you.

Oh, Eywa. There’s so many preparations to handle, besides the weaving and crafting of your marui. You’ll seriously, and secretly, have to ask Auayew for help collecting loom. You have no idea how many you’ll need though. And for the other items, your best friend Munì would be great to assist you on crafting mats and baskets, of all different kinds. She has always been the best weaver between you two.

Neteyam smiles turn mischievous upon noticing your troubled expression. “You’re already steaming, but you haven’t even given me an answer yet.”

You eye his smile, a little unease. “What answer ?”

“If you’ll move in with me, of course.”

“Well,” you start saying. You suppress your smile from widening. The effect he has on you is maddening, when he smiles like that and makes your skin prickle all over. That look on his face excites you and you have to stop yourself from kissing him silly. It can wait, you have to mess with him right back. “You haven’t formally asked me.”

Neteyam laughs, shoulders shaking. There’s a determined look to him as he sits straighter and faces you, putting his knife away. Your tail swishes. There’s a moment where you just stare at each other, taking the other in. He’s so pretty it makes your legs tremble.

It becomes increasingly harder to breath the more he loiters.

Your body is starting to tremble. Damn him.

He licks his lips before finally speaking, “Do you want to move in with me ?”

It’s simple and faint. And silly. He didn’t have to ask, you two know that. You’ll both always choose each other. Over anything. In spite of everything.

“Yes.” You answer anyway, eyes locked into his, where you swear you could watch a continuation of the universe. “I-yes, I want that.”

The movement of his tail steals your attention. It is held upright with the tip curved. He’s happy. “Good.”

Neteyam then resumes his routine, grabbing the knife and precisely cutting the fruit into cubes the size he knows you prefer. He’s back to intently watching over his actions, smile still present. You try doing the same, hand blindly feeling around to grab the meat you put aside to finish grilling it, but you can’t look away from him.

You watch him over the small fire he lit earlier in the space between you. The meat you should be grilling still forgotten. He looks so handsome and charming and yours. With sweet honeyed eyes focused on the task at hand, lips slightly pouting in concentration. And to think that 12 years ago you never thought you stood a chance. Didn’t even consider it, to be fair.

And now you’re reaching for another milestone in your long and happy relationship. You’ll be sharing a marui, wake up to each other everyday and hunt the food you’ll both leisurely prepare as you talk about your day. Neteyam will sleep in the same hammock as you and wake up to you.

You grab your ankles and rock yourself lightly. There’s a rattling in your lungs that is uncontainable, it spreads throughout your chest and up your neck. You open your mouth to begin speaking, only for the rattling to intensify. It is Neteyam’s wide eyed gaze that startled you into noticing, it takes you a while to realize that you’re purring.

He chuckles, intently staring at your chest, where the noises begins. “You’re purring, beautiful. Loud.”

Your ears flatten against your head once more in agitation. “I know, dumbass. I can’t help it.” Lifting your arms, you cross them over your chest, shying away from Neteyam’s look. “And stop looking at my chest like that. Your parents can come back any minute, that would be so embarrassing.”

He shakes his head, but avert his gaze from your chest. Eyes straying up to look you in the face. He looks throughly entertained. “There’s nothing in there I haven’t seen. And before you start steaming again, my parents aren’t coming back until very late. They took Kiri and Tuk to a friend’s kid’s first communion. And Lo’ak’s is over at his mate’s.” He sends you a teasing smile full of meaning. “We’re good.”

That only prompts you into rocking yourself again. You can feel the skin of your face warming up at his implications, chuckling under your breath.

It’s euphoric to think that you will have the rest of your lives to share these moments. Many more decades to live with him and to love him. Have him all to yourself, to hug, to kiss, bite and scratch and cherish. Thousands of days just for you two.

Neteyam will experience you in full now.

Your stomach churns unpleasantly at this. Neteyam will experience you in full now. He’ll experience your mood swings and bad moments. You have never been the best at communicating, that has always been his forte. He’s the one that rationalize and broaden your understandings whenever you’re troubled.

There’s a lump in your throat you can’t swallow past now. You’ve heard the words the people have whispered about you. How you’re cranky, hot-tempered and unpleasant to be with at times. You’ve never been an easy person, you know that. Your parents have always told you so, both in malice and in hopes that you could work that out. But you’ve never been able to change this side of you.

It’s easy to be in your best behavior when you’re in Neteyam’s presence. You have so little time to spent together and hardly any privacy, that when you’re with him he’s all you can think about. All you want to do is enjoy the moment, and so you repress your bad moods in regards to that. In any case, Neteyam is so good to you, he doesn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of your temper. He’s always speaking softly and respecting your space, has never angered or bothered you to the point of retaliation.

He’ll experience you in full now, though.

Neteyam and yourself are young and still have so many years to live. And he’ll spend them as your mate and companion, dealing with your unpleasant personality. There’s no turning back now. Will he think it worth it ?

Your mood has soured entirely. Gah. What you wouldn’t do to be able to not live inside your own head sometimes.

You don’t think before opening your mouth to speak.

“Are you sure ?” You question him, voice startling him from arranging the food in a leaf.

Neteyam looks up, eyes meeting yours before it scans your body. Noticing your bitter disposition, his shoulders tense.

“About moving in with you ?” He inquires, and you hum in agreement. No longer able to look into his eyes from the sudden embarrassment, you avert your gaze. “Of course I am. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.”

“It’s just that-“ you whine, hands scurrying to hide your face from his view. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why did you have to open your mouth. You could’ve just internalized your insecurity issue, instead of ruining his mood alongside yours. “It’s just that, you’re gonna have to spend the rest of your life putting up with me.”

“Beautiful, did you forget that we are mates ? Have been for years now and dated for even longer. I’ve known you since we were kids. We have bonded,” he chuckles in amusement, “and I have made love to you many times ever since then.”

You press your palms harder against your face, groaning in frustrating. He’s not getting it. “But you never stay long enough to see me in the morning after. You don’t know what is like to live with me. That’s different, because we have so little time to be with each other. I’m annoying as all fuck and you’re gonna have to deal with that everyday.”

“Yawne,” he whispers. Voice delicate and sweet, as soft as the hand that comes to pry your own from your face. But you don’t open your eyes. So he pleads, “Look at me.”

You peer at him trough damp lashes.

“I would love nothing more.” He says and you know he means it. Every word ever spoken to you, he has always said them from his heart.

Neteyam then crawls around the small fire and sit beside you, thigh, hip, torso and tails touching. He throws an arm over your shoulder and rests his head on yours. Turning your head, you face him.

Neteyam places a delicate kiss to your snout before saying, “I want to share a home with you. Want to talk to you as we eat our meals, sleep beside you every night and be able to wake up still there. I want to see you after you wake up and when you’re freshly bathed. And before that too, when you’re all stinky. I want to finish my trainings and go back home to a place that it’s going to be ours.”

There’s a pregnant pause after his words, where he licks his lips in anticipation. He’s not done speaking. “A place where we can live as a family. With many cute children.”

Your heart rattles inside your rib cage. And just like that, your mind is at ease. It’s so ease with him.

A sob gets stuck in your throat. You’re so happy it’s becoming hard to contain it. So you kiss him, hard and clumsy. Lips quivering as you try to convey all the words you heart wants to tell him. The tears burn behind your eyelids as you squint them. You don’t want to open your eyes, don’t want this moment to end.

Neteyam’s hands come to rest upon your flattened ears as you part from the kiss. Your own hands holding onto his face as you sit so close you feel like one.

“I love you, Neteyam. So much. And I can’t wait to start this new chapter of our lives with you. There’s no one I would choose to go through this with, other then you.”

“I love you, too.”

Your lover reaches down with one hand and grasp your fingers, knuckles clumsily rattling against one another as they settle in place. You open your eyes to see him smile. It is so beautiful and genuine that you can’t stop the tears from finally spilling. It trickles down your cheek and Neteyam laughs, amused. You’ve always been a cry baby, after all. He quickly reaches to wipe the tears from your face, softly cooing as he does it.

He caresses your hair, fingers combing trough it in slow movements, and then slides down to the back of your head.

“Those are happy tears, right ?”

You laugh, “Yes. I’m so happy. I swear.”

With a sigh of relief, Neteyam then lays his forehead against your collarbone. When he speaks, his breath tickle your skin, “I am too. So much. But there’s one thing.”

“What thing ?”

"Who’s going to break the news to your overprotective dad ?" He whispers, sounding amused.

You chuckle at the mere mention of your father and his possible over reaction. You think back to all the times he’s stoped you from spending time with Neteyam, of hunting alongside him and his family and even keepig you from joining the parties to raid the sky people. He hasn't always been like this, but since your brother's death to the hands of the humans, both him and your mother are constantly breathing down your neck. Partially the reason why you haven't moved out.

“I'll leave that task to you."

Neteyam whines. "That's not fair."

You laugh. Butterflies twisting and turning in your belly.

When morning comes, you will need to announce your decision to your parents and siblings. But for now, it is merely a delightful secret between you. And you'll bask in this moment for as long as it lasts.

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[justmystyles]

hiii i was lowkey being my delulu self and have a request!! since the daylight mv literally just came out imagine plus size reader being one of the backround circus women and the both of them just being all cutesy!! like harry being all cheery for her over the stunts or stuff like that.

also love love love your writing!! its amazinggggg!!!

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2k

summary: what was supposed to be just another job becomes the start of something new.

a/n: so i'm not great at being on the ball with the topical requests, it's all about the tour ending right now, and here i come rolling in with a daylight fic. at this rate, i'll get to my end of tour fics by the time Harry gets back. 🤣

any who, thank you so much for sending this ask, my friend! i hope you like what i did with your idea!

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You were seated on the ground stretching as you talked with the other girls, wondering what the day would hold for you. You had been hired as a background performer in Harry Styles’s new music video, and you weren’t quite sure what to expect. 

You arrived at a makeshift circus camp, animals and various other performers scattered about. Immediately ushered to the wardrobe trailer where you were fitted for your costume, a baby blue bejeweled leotard with a matching feather tail. While the wardrobe team made their slight alterations, you moved on to hair and makeup where your hair was set in loose curls, the front pieces pulled back. And the makeup artist piled on blue eyeshadow, and a thick cat eye, finishing the look with a bright red lip. 

And now, here you were, preparing for your first shot. With your legs extended in front of you and bent into a front fold, you heard someone clearing their throat. Assuming it was the director, you rushed to stand. “Sorry, I was just doing some last minute str–” Your words die on your tongue when you find yourself face to face with Harry himself. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just wanted to introduce myself.” He said with a smile as he extended his hand. “I’m Harry.” 

“Hi Harry, I’m Y/N.” When your hands touched, it was as if everyone around you disappeared. You had never felt like that before. 

You suddenly remembered you were at work, and needed to maintain your professionalism. You reluctantly pulled your hand away, your eyes flitting to the ground. With your eyes locked on your sliver boots, you didn’t notice the dreamy look in Harry’s eyes as he studied your features. 

The rest of the dancers stepped in to introduce themselves to Harry. You moved back allowing them their moment, but you couldn’t help but notice that his gaze would travel your way often.

After the last introduction, he was just about to say something to you, but was called away by the director to start shooting. He smiled at you once more, and made his way to the strong man setup. You and the rest of your group were lead off to the side so that you were out of frame, and you watched as Harry started filming his first scenes. 

When he was finished, he made his way back to you and your group as the crew moved on to solo shots of some of the other background performers. The other girls were telling him how wonderfully he did, and trying to engage him in conversation. He thanked them for their kind words, but walked past them to get to you.

“How’d I do?” He asked, leaning against one of the trailers. 

“You looked good.” You closed your eyes in embarrassment, realizing what you had said. “I mean, you did good… er, well. You did well.” You immediately covered your face with your hand. 

Harry chuckled at your flustered state. “Thanks,” he leaned down, speaking softly in your ear. “For both compliments.” 

Before you could say anything else, the girls were calling you over to get ready for your scenes. While you were grateful that you wouldn’t have a chance to embarrass you further, you were disappointed to have to walk away. 

They started by shooting each of the girls individually, having you stand on a small riser and dance to the track. As each of the girls took their turns, you saw that Harry was being brought into a few of the takes, and you were starting to get nervous. This was your job, you hadn’t been nervous in years, but there was something about having Harry there that gave you butterflies. 

You were the last of the dancers to go. You stepped up to the riser, and Harry was standing there waiting for you. “Saved the best for last I see,” he said with a grin as he offered you his hand to help you step up onto the platform. 

You smile shyly, thanking him for the gesture, and stepping up preparing yourself for your solos. Taking a deep breath, trying to push out the thought that all eyes, including Harry's, were on you. 

The director had Harry step out so that they could take some shots of you first, allowing them to get an idea for how you moved. This would help Harry understand the best ways to move and interact with you. 

The music kicked on, and the director called action. In that moment, you let the music take over, and began to move to the beat, using some of your best moves. Your eyes traveled briefly off to the side and saw Harry watching on intently, often cheering or whistling when you’d pull out a particularly difficult move. 

After you did a few takes on your own, and a couple more with Harry, who was more than happy to jump in. You found him interacting with you more than he had with the other dancers, so much so that the director had to tell him to focus less on you, and more on the camera. You noticed a faint blush in his cheeks when he was called out. 

The director called cut on your final take with Harry, and he helped you step down off the podium. “You were great, you’re an incredible dancer.” He gushed. 

“For my size, I know.”

Harry furrowed his brow. “For anyone.” 

“Sorry,” you shrugged. “That’s usually the second half of the complement, I assumed that’s where you were going.” 

“It’s not a compliment if someone says it like that.” He tells you, you shrug again. “You’re an incredible dancer. Period.” 

It was your turn to blush. “Thanks,” you mumbled. 

“Anytime. Hey, I have to go do a couple of shots over there,” he signaled to the area on the other side of the set. “Do you want to come watch? I did hang around and watch your takes.”

You giggled at the goofy expression on his face. “Sure, sounds fun.” 

As the day went on, you tagged along with Harry as he did different shots around the set. He had even pulled you into a couple with him. At one point, Harry did a quick wardrobe change into a yellow jumpsuit. 

When he returned, he went straight for you doing a dramatic spin and pose for you. “What do you think?” 

You gave him an appraising look, eyes traveling from head to toe. You rubbed your index finger and thumb over your chin as if you were deep in thought. “I suppose it will be fine.”

He burst out into laughter. “High praise.” 

After a couple of shots, you and the other dancers were called back for another scene with Harry. The premise was that he was walking past your group, who were rehearsing, and it turns into a chase scene as he tries to escape the clamoring women.

Before long, the director was calling a wrap on your group. Harry took a moment with each of the dancers, thanking them for their time and taking a few pictures, each of them returning to wardrobe to change and head out until it was just you and Harry.

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Harry. Today has been a lot of fun.”

“Then I think you should stay.” He said, your eyes going wide at the invitation. “If you want to, I mean.” 

“Am I allowed to do that?” You ask, sure you would just be in the way if you outstayed your welcome. 

Harry shrugged. “It’s my video, if I want you to stay then you can stay.” He studied your face, noticing that you seemed conflicted. “Come on, it will be fun. I’m about to take a crash course in horseback riding, and then we could grab some lunch.” 

“Have you ever ridden a horse before?” He shakes his head. “Wow, so this quite literally could be a crash course.” 

He chuckled, his expression quickly growing serious. “Wait, can you crash a horse?” 

“I guess we’ll find out.” You state plainly. 

His expression grew hopeful at your words. “So you’ll stay?”   

“I’ll stay,” you tell him. “I just need to go change really quick.” 

“I do too, I’ll walk with you to wardrobe.” 

The two of you made your way to the wardrobe trailers, and changed. You also took the opportunity to remove the caked on makeup that had been done earlier in the day, and throw your hair into a quick ponytail. 

Harry met you just outside the trailers, his eyes going wide when he saw you. “Yeah, me without makeup, pretty terrifying.” You joke. 

“No, you’re beautiful actually.” He said. “Why do you do that?” You give him a questioning look. “You speak down about yourself a lot. Especially when I compliment you.”

Your face contorts, feeling a little uncomfortable at being called out. “I don’t know, I guess I’m just not used to genuine compliments.” 

Harry smiled and flung his arm around your shoulder. “Well stick with me kid, I’ve got plenty for you.” 

The rest of the day seemed like a dream, you were by Harry’s side practically the whole time. You laughed and joked together as he took his brief riding lesson. You enjoyed lunch together, just the two of you, where you spent some time getting to know each other. And then after lunch, you stood off on the sidelines as he continued filming. He would have you watch playbacks with him and ask your opinions, genuinely interested in your answers and feedback. 

Before you knew it, they were calling a wrap on the video. Harry asked you to meet him in his trailer, as he wanted to take some time to go around thanking the crew. You obliged, and headed back to the production area, making your way to Harry’s trailer, where you took a seat and scrolled through your phone as you waited. 

When you heard the door open, you looked up to see Harry saying a couple more goodbyes before stepping into the trailer. He smiled the second he saw you. “You stayed.”

“You asked me to.”

“I know,” he shrugged, taking a seat beside you. “But I left you here for a bit longer than I planned, I was afraid you would have given up on me.” He studied your face briefly, building up the courage for his next question. “So listen, I’m only in town for a few more days, but I uh… I would like to take you out on a date before I go.” 

You smiled through your shock. Sure, you guys had been having a great time together, but you had heard how flirty he was by nature, so you just assumed it was a friendly thing. “I would like that a lot, actually.” 

“Excellent!” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. “Here, give me your number and I’ll give you a call tomorrow to set something up.” 

You smiled softly at him as you took his phone, your fingers brushing ever so slightly at the hand off. After entering your number, you hand the phone back to him. 

“Great.” He smiled. “I’ve gotta go change into my regular clothes real quick. If you don’t mind hanging out for another minute, I could walk you to your car.” 

“Sure,” You reply. He smiled, and the two of you sat silently for a moment. You notice some kind of conflict in Harry’s expression, but you’re unsure why. “Were you going to change now, or…” You say, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“Yeah, right. Sorry.” He stood up and started walking to the back of the trailer. He stopped when he got to the door and paused for a minute. Without warning, he turned around, walking back up to you and leaning down, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Sorry,” he said bashfully. “I’ve been thinking about doing that most of the day. I guess I let my intrusive thoughts win.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, waiting for your reply. 

“No, it’s fine. You’re fine.” You stutter, taken aback by the kiss. “It was nice.” 

Harry broke into a wide grin before rushing back to the other side of the trailer to finally change. As you waited, you sat there with a dreamy smile on your face, thinking about how this was the best job you’d ever been booked on.  

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'Til Death Part II

Rhysand x Reader

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Warnings: I don't think there are any besides Rhys being the most handsome and sexy high lord (jk slight reference to abuse)

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The room looked much different in the daylight.

That was my first thought as I blinked open my eyes and took in my surroundings. The room was still as gorgeous as it was when I walked in last night, but it all suddenly felt more real as the sunlight streamed through the large windows casting the room in a lovely morning glow.

I took some deep breaths as everything from the day prior came flooding back. I got married, and I was living in Rhysands’ townhouse. I was no longer under the control of my parents, I was safe, and I was alone and in my room, in the Night Court. Which was strange considering my entire life I was told scary stories about this place and the people that resided here. But so far it didn’t seem too bad, I didn’t see anything to be afraid of here.

Once my heartbeat slowed back to normal, I threw the covers off my body and made my way to the windows. Last night, in the dark it was hard to make out just how elegant this estate was, from my window I could see a large fountain that stood in the center of a cobblestone courtyard and a vast array of gardens with all kinds of flowers, from my position I could make out roses, wisteria, ivy, lilies, and that there was a pond and a series of walking paths.

Three raps on my door pulled me from my admiration of the estate. I wrapped my arms around myself as I turned to face the door and cleared my throat “c-come in”

The door opened to reveal a young woman. She had curly brown hair which was tied up out of her face and she had the most stunning sapphire eyes, I also noticed her attire, she had on a simple housedress with an apron which made me think she was one of the many fae that I had heard kept up the high lords’ residences.

“Good Morning Lady Y/N” she said in a soft voice as she placed a tray of food on the table by the fireplace.

“Good morning” I said following her to get a look at what kinds of food were common here in the Night Court.

“Shall I begin my duties My Lady?” she asked

“Ummm- your duties? of course, and there is no need for such formalities you can simply call me y/n”

“Of course my lady, whatever you prefer” she said as she opened the curtains before making her way to the bed

“And what shall I call you?” I asked as she made quick work of the bed, fluffing the pillows and putting them in their respective spaces.

“My name is Osha” she said softly with a nod

“Am I always expected to eat here in my chambers?” I asked

“Of course not” she exclaimed “It is just that the high lord thought it would make you more comfortable to have some time to yourself to process the excitement of the last day- and perhaps to prepare for dinner”

“What is so unique about dinner?” I asked her, helping myself to the coffee on the tray.

“Well, I would expect that he will introduce you to his most trusted advisors and friends.”

“Were they at the ceremony yesterday?” I asked as I added cream and sugar to the dark liquid

“Most likely my lady, he rarely makes any large-scale decisions or actions without them.”

“and do you think that they are good people?” I asked.

“Of course, my lady” Osha replied dusting the bookshelves and putting things in order. “they are quite respectable”

“Can I ask you a question Osha?” I asked timidly, unsure if she would simply report my actions back to Rhysand, but I accepted it would just be a risk I had to take.

“Of course, my lady” she said pausing to face me and give me her undivided attention. As though she understood that this was important to me.

“What do you think of him-” I took a shaky breath before clarifying “The high lord I mean”

Her eyes softened as she spoke about him “He is a good male; he cares deeply for his friends who are more like his family, and he is kind to his staff and his citizens. He might seem intimidating my lady, but after everything he has suffered through it is an image he must maintain. I’m sure he would tell you all about it if you asked.”

I nodded along, curious to know more about this man I was connected to, my husband.

“Thank you for being so honest, and please just call me y/n, Osha.”

“of course…m- y/n” she replied, my name sticky in her mouth as though she wasn’t used to such comfortability with members of the household “is there anything else I can do for you?”

“No Osha, I think I’ll be alright.” I said turning my attention to my breakfast.

“There’s a bell here” Osha said signaling the tasseled rope that hung by the fireplace “just give it a pull and I’ll return for the tray and to help you dress for the day” she called as she left, closing the door behind her softly.

My stomach growled in anticipation of the food; it smelled so good and I figured if Rhysand was going to harm me he would have done it before breakfast. I examined the tray deciding I would start with the sausages and before I knew it, I had devoured the entire plate.

I stood from the couch and rang the bell, wondering how quickly Osha would return. For a brief moment I hoped that I wasn’t disturbing her from her other duties.

She rapped her knuckles twice on the door announcing her arrival before stepping into the room. One thing I learned is that Osha does not waste any time, she collected all the dishes and placed them on a rolling cart outside the door before showing me to the bathroom and she promptly walked me through all the oils, salves, and lotions and what they were for before showing me how the tub operated. She even told me where all the spare items were should I ever need them.

I didn’t think I could be more grateful to her until she offered me some privacy by turning around while I undressed and stepped into the warm bubbly water. She helped me wash my hair and told me about growing up in the Night Court, she even told me about some of their annual traditions and spots in needed to visit in the city.

When we finished with the bath, she helped me into a dressing robe which I had to admit was one of the nicest fabrics I had ever put on my body. Osha instructed me to sit on one of the stools while she made work of my hair. Brushing through it gently.

I was really hoping Osha wasn’t reporting my actions back to Rhysand because I found myself answering questions about my childhood and my upbringing, I realized quickly that I could really enjoy it here.

“All finished” Osha said as she pinned the last hairs into place.

She handed me a mirror to look at her work, it was stunning yet simple. She braided my hair and pinned it into a circle around my head, with only my bangs and a few face framing pieces left out. It kind of looked like a crown, I thought to myself. “I love it” I told her as she put away the combs and remaining pins.

“Do you know what you’d like to wear today?” Osha asked as she returned to my side

“I didn’t really bring much with me from home” I said nervously

“Oh you don’t have to worry Y/n, the high lord made sure your closet was stocked so you would have options until your things arrived”  

“Why don’t you pick?” I suggested “since you know the styles here, but please keep it comfortable.”

She smiled wide before retreating to the closet. She emerged a few moments later with her choices. Osha had picked a simple white dress with long sleeves that fell off my shoulders, she had paired it with a simple light green vest-like corset embroidered with cream and pink roses and my comfortable everyday boots. I thanked Osha for her help, and she left to do what I assumed were her other duties around the house.

I took a deep breath, giving myself a once over in the mirror. I knew I wanted to explore this place a little, get to know my new home before I had dinner, before I had to see him again. I checked the clock on the wall and was surprised to find that it was already midday. I put my hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath and stepped into the hall.

It was quieter than I thought. I figured there would be an onslaught of activity, people walking around the house but there was not a soul in sight. I walked down the hall to the grand staircase Rhysand led me up last night. When I got to the bottom, I turned towards a large hall and walked towards the smell of bread.

I ended up in the kitchen, where surprisingly I found the high lord of all people.

He was sitting on top of the counter, his black suit still impeccably clean despite his relaxed posture. So far, he wasn’t at all what I expected. He saw me immediately and jumped off the counter, he waved his hand and the staff made themselves busy clearing out the room until it was just the two of us.

He took a step towards me, straightening his jacket and running a hand through his hair.

“Hello” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt-” I quickly said, pausing to look around the kitchen “whatever it is you were doing.”

“You didn’t interrupt anything” he chuckled “I like to come in here around this time.”

“Why?” I asked

“I like the fresh bread” he replied, offering me a large piece. It was still warm from the oven, and it smelled divine. I took the piece tentatively from his hand tearing off a bite sized amount before bringing it to my lips.

I couldn’t help but moan at the taste, I wasn’t allowed such fresh helpings back home, and until now I wasn’t even aware of what I was missing. I continued pulling small pieces from the loaf and eating them as did Rhysand.

“So, how was your first night here?” he asked “did you sleep well”

“I did” I replied swallowing down another piece “and you?”

“How did I sleep?” he asked

I nodded.

“Fine, I suppose” he said with a grin

“This is strange, isn’t it?” I asked “you know being- being married yet we hardly know each other, living in the same home- it just feels so peculiar. At least it does for me”

“I think we can make the best of it” he said “like I told you yesterday, everything from here on out is up to you. you can decide what boundaries you need and I will respect them, you have my word”

“But aren’t there some things that- that are- non-negotiable?” I asked tentatively.

“Like what?” he asked, his violet eyes piercing mine as I met his gaze

“Well, you know- our” I cleared my throat bringing my voice to an almost whisper “marital duties”

“Mmmm” he sighed “yes there is that matter” his eyebrows furrowed as he took another piece of bread “What would you have us do?”

“Well are we not supposed to do what married people do?” I asked

“And what is it that married people do?” he said with a grin, his arms casually crossed over his chest.

“Now you’re just teasing me” I said rolling my eyes at the male.

“Are you demanding I perform my marital duties to you?” he asked in feigned seriousness.

“Of course I am not demanding, I am just curious that it would rouse suspicion, or possibly that there would be questions surrounding the legitimacy of our union”

“Well allow me to put your worries to rest. No one would dare ask me whether I bedded my wife, nor would I bed her without her enthusiastic consent”

I simply nodded in response, hoping he didn’t notice the slight reddening of my cheeks at his candidness.

“Like I said y/n, this arrangement benefits us both.”

“And in what ways does it possibly benefit you?”

“Do you want the truth?” he asked

“The complete and honest truth” I said “always”

“Well, it gives me a political advantage, one of my duties is presiding over the court of nightmares in the Hewn City, and to some of the more traditionalist thinkers were adamant I needed a wife, for my image and to settle concerns over the succession of my throne. And secondly, your parents offered an economic advantage; their position in the Autumn court is the perfect excuse to gather intelligence on the goings on in Beron’s lands.”

“Beron? What could you possibly want with my uncle?”

“In all honesty y/n, I can’t trust you with that information yet.” He said firmly “I hope you can understand that.”

“Of course. I mean I am still practically a stranger to you”

“I will tell you… eventually.”

“Rhysand, I-”

“And please call me Rhys”

“…Rhys…I promise I understand- really I do.”

A tense silence passed between us as I thought about my life as his partner.

“You mentioned an heir” I said breaking the tense silence that had settled between us

“I did”

“Is that- do I- am- I just-“

“Calm down y/n I don’t expect you to carry my child. Nor do I expect you to want a child. If you do I’m sure we can figure out an arrangement”

“but is that something that you would want?” I asked tentatively “I just mean that this arrangement seems to be more beneficial to me than it is to you.”

“Your part in this arrangement is crucial y/n, you’ll just have to take my word for it.”

“Okay” I agreed splitting the last of the loaf into two pieces and offering one to the high lord.

“Now” he said wiping the crumbs from his hands “How about a tour. It was late and dark last night so I didn’t want to overwhelm you with all the logistics of your space and the house”

“I would love that” I agreed

“Well then” he said motioning me towards the hall towards the entryway “Shall we?”

He followed me back to the front door and showed me the sitting room and dining room which were both adjacent to the foyer and I followed him back down the hall towards the kitchen where he pointed out a few closets, and bathrooms. Then he led me upstairs, through a series of halls pointing out each bedroom and who it belonged to. I figured it would make more sense once I met these people formally.

We continued the tour by making our way up a small spiral staircase that had been hidden behind an unassuming door until we reached an ornately carved set of double doors. He stopped in front of them, bracing one of his hands on the doorknobs, he turned them but didn’t push open the doors yet.

“Now this- is one of my favorite features in the house” he said with a grin “close your eyes”

I gave him a quizzical look before closing my eyes and putting my hand over them. I heard the soft creak as he pushed open the doors and took my hand leading me into the unknown space.

“okay” he said “open”

I opened my eyes and gasped at the space before me.

It was a library.

It had two levels of massive floor to ceiling shelves that were lined with titles, and large windows that cast the room in an abundance of natural light. There were even tall ladders that reached the very top shelves and tables and loungers strewn around the room. I felt myself get excited over the possibility of spending my time here, unbothered by the world as I disappeared into the pages that lined the walls.

“I think this is going to be my favorite place” I said turning to take in the space.

“it was my sisters favorite place” he said quietly “she would spend hours here with the people from her stories.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister. Is she around? I would love to get to know her”

He was quiet, but as I turned to face him I noticed his eyes looked sad and distant

“she is-” he cleared his throat “she is…gone”

“oh” I said reaching my hand to rest on his arm “Rhys- I am so sorry”

“You didn’t know” he said, his hand covering my own as he took us deeper into the space.

We spent what felt like hours perusing the shelves, I picked out a few titles to be sent to my room for some late-night reading and we continued on our tour. Rhys took me up the remaining flights of stairs until we reached the roof. Which boasted a view of the city, and had a lovely garden and lounge area.

Once we concluded the tour, Rhys walked me back to my room and told me about his dinner plans. He mentioned his “inner circle” and I could only imagine this was what Osha meant this morning. He told me to come down around eight and he would make introductions.

I felt nervous, what if they didn’t like me. Or they thought I was a spy for a rival court. How could I possibly convince them that I was just as desperate to escape my situation and that Rhys offered me salvation, he offered me a life of my own, where I could be free to make my own decisions. I laid in bed thinking of the ways this dinner could go horribly wrong.

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I jolted awake at the sound of knocking. I looked at the clock atop the fireplace and noticed it was already half past six. I quickly jumped from the bed to get the door as the handle turned and in walked Osha.

“I’m sorry to disturb you y/n, I just thought I would help you get ready for dinner.  I didn’t realize you were nap-”

“It’s really no trouble Osha, thank you for waking me. I- I want to look my best tonight. you know to make a good impression.”

“I think the inner circle will get along with you just fine” she said with a playful smirk.

I nodded and flashed her a nervous smile.

“Come along, I think your hair should be down tonight.” she insisted, I made no objection and sat at the vanity as she meticulously unbraided her previous work, letting my hair fall in loose waves down my back. We chatted casually as she worked pinning pieces into place and making sure it looked presentable.

I picked a black dress for tonight, I thought it was fitting considering this was Rhysand’s inner circle, his closest friends and advisors. I imagined they had spent hundreds of years together and were more like a family than anything else. It was simple, yet elegant and was surprisingly comfortable. It had long sleeves detailed with lace and a tight bodice that widened out at my waist and cascaded to the floor.

“You look perfect” Osha said as she walked around me, taking in all the details of my ensemble for tonight.

“Are you sure it’s not too much?” I asked

“Not at all y/n” she said flashing me an approving smile.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror before heading towards the door, my fae senses already picking up the faint sounds of laughter and the bustling commotion of the house workers downstairs. As I made my way down the winding staircase, I reminded myself to take deep breaths. Except my mother’s warning kept running through my head. Don’t disappoint us, remember what you were bred for.

I shook her voice from my mind as I entered the sitting room and was immediately bombarded by the blonde from the wedding, a large smile plastered across her face as she pulled me into a hug. “Y/n my dear!” she exclaimed “How are you? I do hope my cousin has been treating you well.”

“He has” I managed to say with a smile, making brief eye contact with my husband before he looked away, engaged in his conversation with the large winged males, there were two other women in the room as well seated on a sofa clearly engaged in their own conversation, they didn’t seem to pay me any mind.

“Allow me to make a few introductions, firstly and most importantly I am Morrigan, but you can call me Mor.” The blonde said with a hand to her chest, she looped her other arm through mine as she led me around the room. As we walked, she whispered low in my ear “I think were going to be great friends”. She gave my arm a gentle squeeze of reassurance as we approached the two females who straightened as we stood before them.

“This is Nesta” Mor said gesturing to the brunette female seated on the couch, Nesta looked me over and the corner of her mouth lifted slightly as if in approval. Mor turned to introduce me to the other female seated opposite Nesta but before she could say a word the raven haired woman interrupted.

“and I am Amren” she said, her voice soothing and calm

I gave them both a nod and a soft curtsy, I wasn’t entirely sure of the etiquette in this situation considering I was technically their high lady and outranked them but I figured it was a sign of respect.

“It is wonderful to finally meet you both” I said “I didn’t really have a chance to talk to everyone after the ceremony”

“Yes we made quite a hasty exit” Rhysand said as he approached behind me and Mor, he placed a hand on the small of my back and flashed me a smile as he came into view. The two males he was talking with circled the couch; I could feel their eyes on me as though they were inspecting me as one took the seat beside Nesta and the other leaned against the wall in the corner of the room, his hands resting over his chest.

“Do we not get introductions Rhysie?” the long haired one next to Nesta said with a smirk, the other male simply smiled but remained quiet in the corner of the room.

“How ever could I forget” Rhys said with a laugh as he turned to face me more directly “Y/n, this is Cassian, general of the Night Court armies, and a general pain in my ass.”

“I love you too brother” Cassian said as he moved his arm to rest behind Nesta.

“And this-” Rhys said with a gesture to the male in the corner “Is my spymaster and shadowsinger, Azriel. And it seems that you’ve met the others.”

“I did” I said looking over the group “I just want to say that I really am happy to finally meet you all, I’ve heard how important you are to Rhysand, and I only hope that you’ll give me a chance to prove myself useful here.”

“So long as you remain honest, I don’t think we’ll have a problem girl” Amren said sipping from her embellished glass.

“Well now that introductions have been made, how about we talk over dinner and drink?” Rhysand said gesturing towards the dining room. The inner circle all stood and made their way to the room across the hall, Rhys gripped my hand before I could step away.

“Can I have a word, before we join the others?” he asked

“Of course,” I said as he led me to the back corner of the room, no doubt away from prying fae ears

“I just want to warn you, they are going to ask you questions, they are going to pry but they mean well”

“I would be concerned if they just accepted me without a qualm” I said with a forced smile

“You don’t have to answer anything you aren’t comfortable with, they do understand boundaries they just feel the need to test them.” He grasped my hands in his “they just want to get to know you, and if at any point you feel stuck just ask them questions, especially Mor because once she starts talking it’s hard to get her to stop.”

“noted” I said looking towards the floor

“You have nothing to worry about y/n” Rhys reassured me, I felt his hand grip my chin turning my face to meet his “and I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier tonight y/n but you…you are absolutely breathtaking.”

“Are you two planning on joining us anytime soon” Cassian’s voice boomed

“Always so subtle that one” I said in a whisper as I made my way towards the group. I was hyper-aware of Rhys’ presence behind me as we entered the space and took our seats at the table, his at the head, and mine to his right.

Dinner passed with polite conversation, by the main course of roasted lamb and potatoes I was beginning to relax. They didn’t seem to be too prying; they only asked me questions about where I grew up and what I enjoyed. In the back of my mind, I was slightly concerned they were lulling me into a false sense of security but I doused my fear by the time we came to dessert, which just so happened to be my favorite, chocolate souffle.

“So, what was it like growing up around Eris” Mor asked taking a bite of her dessert

“I wouldn’t know” I said honestly

“But you spent so much time at the Forest House?” Mor retorted

“my parents kept me pretty secluded with my lessons” I said “I would be punished for even looking at the Vanserra boys, let alone speaking to them” I couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of the lashing I received for merely smiling at Eris when we crossed paths in the hall

The room went silent at my confession, perhaps they had realized just how useless I was. That I didn’t have any of the information they wanted. I could feel myself spiraling, the walls closing in, my breathing speeding up and as if he could sense my panic, Rhys cleared his throat, drawing the attention away from me, which I was overwhelmingly grateful for.

“I think that’s enough for tonight, its quite late and I’m sure y/n is exhausted” he said a clear dismissal of the party, his inner circle slowly dissipated with their goodbyes until it was just the high lord and me remaining.

“Shall we?” he asked holding his hand out to me, I eagerly took it and Rhys walked me to my bedroom, stopping at the door and leaning casually against it his arms crossed over his broad chest. I couldn’t help but notice the strain of fabric at his upper arms. He must have spent decades strengthening his body into a lethal weapon…No, I couldn’t think of him like this

I didn’t realize how close he was until his scent overwhelmed me, rain and cedar. I casually threw my hair over my shoulder as I stood shoulder to shoulder with the male. My hand resting on the doorknob, I gripped it but couldn’t bring myself to open the door. I hesitated, realizing that I didn’t want the night to end.

“Rhys” I said tentatively, soothing my nerves as I let go of the ornate handle and turned fully to face the high lord.

“Yes?” he asked, standing to his full height, his eyes piercing through me as I craned my neck to meet his gaze.

“I just wanted to-” I cleared my throat “to thank you- for introducing me to everyone, and for showing me around today. I-It means a lot to me that you have made me feel at home here”

“it was my pleasure y/n, and they seemed to like you. I’m sure you’ll get more comfortable around them with time.”

“I hope so” I said “because I really want this to work…for the both of us”

“And I have every confidence that it will” he said reassuringly “but you need to get some rest, it has been an exhausting day”

“if you insist” I said twisting the door handle, opening the door of my room.

“Sweet dreams…wife” he teased with a sly smile and a dark look in his violet eyes

“Sweet dreams…husband” I said as I stepped through the threshold into my room, closing the door softly behind me.

I couldn’t help but smile as I prepared myself for bed, and here in my solitude I could convince myself that it had nothing to do with the roguishly handsome high lord and his violet eyes that saw right through all my defenses. Here in the shadows, I could remain in denial because I was in deep shit.

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Warriors gets his nickname

Hi I’m not updating long fics even though I want to, I’m instead writing more short Incredibles au stuff *collapses*. I’ll update other things eventually I promise ;-;

This is the furthest back fic I’ve written I think— Time is only a teenager, and Warriors is very smol. Time goes by Time because he got sick of them both being Link, but Warriors doesn’t have a nickname yet. I think that’s all the background you really need though, so I’ll stop and just let you read already.

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Link held tight to Time’s hand as they walked down the sidewalk, headed towards the corner stand where Time knew they could get lunch for cheap. He usually skipped lunch himself, or just nibbled something small, but since it was the weekend, Link wasn’t in school and he had to get him something.

Time looked down at his little brother, Link trotting along beside him. He was nearly drowning in his too-big scarf, and Time flipped it around his neck one more time so he wouldn’t trip on it, Link giving him a little smile.

Time sighed to himself.

He was still figuring out how to deal with having a kid as his responsibility, but... he was making it work. He’d managed to get Link in a preschool on weekdays, and was working on a more permanent place for them to stay besides “in this nice tree” or “in the backseat of the car”. Nobody believed him when he said he was old enough to rent an apartment when he tried though, so it was usually still the backseat of the car for them.

But in general, Time didn’t usually feel like screaming, and was able to keep Link happy, so he was counting the whole thing as at least a partial success.

He seriously needed to find a nickname for the kid though— two Links was two too many.

Why did you name him after me, Mom? he thought as he watched Link jump over a slushy puddle. Why did you leave him with me? Surely you knew someone who who would do a better job? Someone who’s an adult? I’m his brother, but that doesn’t mean I know how to raise him.

A crashing sound made Time’s ears prick, and the thoughts he’d been repeatedly having ever since he’d met Link fled as he turned towards a tiny side street, one that ran behind several shops.

He tugged Link over towards the alley, suspicion in every step. That hadn’t just sounded like a normal dropping-something crash to him. And sure enough, he found a newly shattered window that led into a pawn shop, a shadow disappearing into the shelves inside.

“...bad guy?” Link asked, and Time nodded, already looking for a spot to switch into his super suit.

“Bad guy. A crazy one too, breaking and entering in broad daylight. Looks like somebody doesn’t know that stealing is wrong,” he said with a tsk, and Link let out a small giggle.

Time quickly ducked behind a dumpster to change, and emerged moments later, flexing his hands in his gloves. Link gave him an interested look, and Time suddenly remembered that he couldn’t very well bring his four-year-old brother inside with him.

“...Right,” Time sighed, then scooped Link up and quickly deposited him behind the same dumpster he’d changed behind. “Stay here, don’t let him or anyone see you. I’ll take care of him but don’t come out until I come get you.”

Link frowned, worry pinching at his eyebrows, and Time tucked his scarf a little more tightly around him.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Time assured, but Link kept frowning.

“Hurt?”

“I won’t get hurt. And even if I do I can handle it, but I need to not worry about you while I fight. Stay here,” Time said firmly, then turned and jumped into the shattered window before his brother could argue.

He spotted the robber within seconds, the man breaking open a glass case with all sorts of valuables stored inside. Time put his little brother out of his mind for now, and crept closer, then abruptly cleared his throat. The man jumped at the noise and whipped around, brandishing a crowbar and staring at him.

“I don’t think those belong to you,” Time said with a smirk, and the man swung, Time nimbly jumping out of the way.

“Fierce Deity,” the man spat, and Time gave him a mocking bow.

“At your service. Put the fancy gold watches back.”

The man laughed, then his eyes narrowed behind the reptilian mask he wore. “Dinolfos of the Lizal gang doesn’t take orders from you.”

“Fine,” Time sighed, rolling his eyes. “I guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

He threw a punch towards Dinolfos, which the robber neatly avoided, and the two began to fight, weaving around each other and dodging attacks.

Dinolfos was surprisingly skilled at avoiding Time’s punches, and Time had barely landed any hits after several minutes. Dinolfos on the other hand, had grazed him at least twice now, and annoyance began to swell in Time’s chest. He wasn’t incapacitated from the hits, but he didn’t like where this was going.

He fought faster, managing to knock the crowbar from Dinolfos’s hand, and the battle sped up without the weapon in the mix, kicks and punches just barely grazing both of them.

This guy is fast, Time thought, lunging out of the way of a punch that likely would have given him a bloody nose. How is he so fast?! Argh.

Time managed a swing that connected with Dinalfos’s shoulder, and he reeled back, shouting in anger as he lunged for Time. Time once again dodged out of the way, and noticed with a smirk that his opponent’s swings were getting more wild.

He backed up to give himself some space, easily dodging the angry punches thrown at him. Time stuck his tongue out as Dinolfos missed again, and his opponent let out a roar of frustration as Time continued to easily avoid his angered strikes.

Until Time stumbled on the dropped crowbar.

His foot slipped and Dinolfos lunged, kicking Time right in the chest and knocking the breath out of him as he was thrown straight through the broken window. He went flying into some trash cans at the end of the alley, and heard Link gasp from his hiding spot, but his chest was tight, too tight for him to sit up or even move, just lie there and gasp for breath.

Dinolfos’s foot had caught him at exactly the wrong angle, and knocked every bit of air from his lungs.

Footsteps ran over, and Time opened his eyes with a cough, expecting to see Dinolfos with his weapon raised above his head, ready to strike.

Instead he saw Link standing protectively in front of him, arms held out as if to shield Time despite his tiny size.

Dinolfos laughed.

“Is this your sidekick, Deity?” he guffawed, looking down at Link as he stalked forward. “He is tiny! Were you so desperate for help that you thought even a baby would be better than nothing?”

He continued to laugh, and Link glared up at him, his hands clenching into fists. Time tried his best to catch his breath and get to his feet, but his lungs refused to work, no matter how he gasped. Stupid lungs, come on!

The very air temperature seemed to drop all of a sudden, and a flare of panic hit Time as the robber stepped towards Link. No no no no no—

Dinolfos lunged for him, but Link blasted a spurt of ice from his hands, hitting Dinolfos in the legs. He yelped in surprise, and before he could recover, Link sprayed more ice at him, trailing up his legs and hitting his arms as well.

The shots were clumsy, and it was obvious Link didn’t have much practice, but Dinolfos was completely stuck by the time he finished, and unable to grab his weapon.

Or move, for that matter.

“You brat!” Dinolfos hissed, glaring at where Link stood. “How dare you? I am of the Lizalfos pack, son of Dinal, leader of the Lower Lizards, Master of—!”

Link shot a bit of ice over his mouth, making his face flush with anger.

Time finally managed to get some air into his lungs, and he rolled over, looking up at Dinolfos and Link with an impressed expression.

“Huh,” Time wheezed, still trying to fully catch his breath. Partially from the kick, but mostly from the remaining panic of seeing his little brother nearly be attacked while he just gasped for breath on the pavement.

Sloppy, too sloppy, you should have put him further away, he barely knows how to use his powers he could’ve been hurt he could have been ki—

Time sighed, and winced as he put a hand to his chest and lightly rubbed. He was definitely going to have a bruise tomorrow. “We’ll have to talk about your listening skills kiddo, but... nice work. You’re quite the little warrior, huh?”

His brother’s face positively lit up at his words, and he pointed to himself, some snowflakes settling in his hair.

“Warriors,” he said proudly, and Time snorted, slowly getting to his knees.

“Warrior, kid. No S.”

“Warriors!”

“There’s only one of you, there’s no S,” Time argued back as he stood, but the kid just kept chattering ‘Warriors’ to himself, over and over. A vein bulged in Dinalfos’ forehead, and Time snorted, shaking his head.

He had been thinking about finding a nickname earlier... I suppose there are worse ones out there.

“Well come on, ‘Warriors’, let’s go get lunch. Frosty here can just hang around until the police show up,” he said, ruffling Link’s hair.

Link beamed, and took the hand Time offered him as they stepped out of the alleyway and walked down the street, leaving Dinolfos behind in the alley.

Dinolfos yelled a curse behind them that was entirely unintelligible.

#Incredibles au #linkeduniverse #linked universe fanfic #lu warriors #lu time #linked universe au #minor injury #Incredibles au fic #writing from the floor #teeny tiny Warriors #itty bitty #he doesn’t talk much #and Time’s a snarky teenager #who’s resigned himself to caring for this kid because nobody ELSE is gonna do it