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oizysian · 17 days

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hey, I love your writing! I wanted to request an elizabeth olsen x female reader fic smut where reader is also an actress and for a movie she needs to have a hot makeout scene with an actor (and reader agrees to do it only after seeking Lizzie’s permission ofcourse) and while lizzie thinks she would be okay with it, afterall its only work. But when she witnesses the shooting of the scene and the retakes and the post production final cut… yes she is feeling things. And so she and u have some fun time in bed and as she completely destroys u all she has in her head is “mine.” Its okay if u dont write it too, no pressure! :)

Bliss | Elizabeth Olsen

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: fingering (R receiving), lots of kisses, possessive/jealous Lizzie

AN: thank you so much! I’m getting to all my anons slowly, but requests are still open (always)!

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“Are you really sure it’s okay?” She asked for probably the millionth time.

“Yes, dove,” Elizabeth laughed, kissing Y/N’s forehead. “It’s perfectly okay. I do it all the time and I’ll be there watching so I know there won’t be any funny business.” She teased.

“No funny business from me.” Y/N smiled. “I’m completely obsessed with you.” She wrapped her arms around her girlfriends neck. “I’m gonna imagine it’s you the whole time.”

Lizzie laughed again.

“Better not think it’s me too much. I don’t want it going farther than it has to.”

Y/N scrunched up her nose and smiled up at her, kissing the corner of her mouth.

“You don’t have any stubble so that’ll definite ruin the immersion.”

“Good.” She tilted her head slightly so she could kiss her fully, slipping her tongue past her full lips, tongues and teeth clashing as they both expressed without words how much they meant to each other.

Y/N pulled away first, panting softy as she looked up at the puffy, pink lips of her girlfriend.

“It’s almost time for us to go. Brendan and I are shooting our scene today.”

“And Brendan better keep it professional.”

“He will.” She giggled, giving her a quick peck before releasing her and walking towards the door to retrieve her shoes.

Y/N knew that Lizzie would be keeping watch like a guard dog the whole time and the thought made her giddy and warm with love. She had never had someone so protective, so loving towards her before. It was something new that she never wanted to lose.

“Are you ready?” She asked as she slipped on her sneakers, Lizzie nodding at her before grabbing her car keys off the table.

“Ready.”

•

After Y/N had her hair and makeup done, she was ready for her first kissing scene with a man. Or anyone, actually. This was her first big film and she had only accepted the job after making sure it was okay with her girlfriend a thousand times. She assured her time and time again that it would be fine, but Y/N was still a nervous wreck.

Lizzie watched as the actors got into position, feeling very odd being on the opposite side of the camera for once. She smiled at Y/N, an encouraging, loving smile, letting her know she would do great – and Lizzie knew she would. Y/N was a fantastic up and coming talent and she only hoped she’d be able to work beside her girlfriend one day.

“Alright everyone! This is scene twenty-two, take one!”

Everyone got quiet and all eyes were on Y/N and her co-star Brendan. They both looked quite frightened, smiling at each other and giggling at their nervousness. Lizzie felt a pang of jealousy bubble up in her chest at the sight. No, this was just a job. She watched seen Elizabeth do a sex scene, for gods sake – this was just a kiss.

“And … action!”

Instantly, Y/N went from nervous to professional, as did Brendan, and they began to act out their scene. Lizzie watched in awe as her girlfriend actually made it believable that she was in love with this man, and held her breath as they got closer and closer to each other.

The kiss was passionate and fiery to onlookers, but Y/N would describe it as chaste and flavorless. As much as she tried to imagine she was kissing Elizabeth, the harsh reality of the kiss was brushing against her face – stubble was not a nice feeling.

“And, cut! Beautiful work, you two! Have a nice break.”

They parted, Y/N instantly pulling away from her co-star and smiling politely at him, congratulating him on a job well done. She looked from Brendan to Lizzie and could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears. Her eyes her deep, dark green and her lips were pursed.

Y/N walked up to her, taking her hand and tugging on it before speaking to her.

“How’d I do?”

Lizzie shifted her eyes from Brendan, who she was staring daggers at, to Y/N, her gaze softening at how innocent her girlfriend was.

“You did amazing, baby. I believed it.” She let out a shaky laugh and Y/N smiled slightly at the compliment.

“Thank you. It was so hard to imagine it was you with that stubble brushing against my chin.”

She smiled up at Lizzie and she did her best to return the gesture. Seeing Y/N with someone else did something to her. She couldn’t quite explain it, but it made her want to claim her, make it so that Y/N would never look at anyone else ever.

•

“What’d you think of the movie?” Y/N asked softly, propping herself up on her elbow as she looked over at her girlfriend who barely said a word after watching it.

“I thought it was good.” She rolled over to face her, but couldn’t help gritting her teeth at the memory of Y/N kissing someone that wasn’t her. “You were fantastic.”

“You think so?” She blushed, the pink hue traveling down towards the fullness of her breasts, coloring her normally pale skin.

She nodded and brought her hand up to stroke her cheek. Y/N leaned into her touch, almost purring at the affection and praise she was receiving.

“You just …” she spoke quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment. “You just seemed so quiet after we watched it. I thought you might not have liked it.”

“I did.” She assured her, her thumb stroking the softness of her cheek. “I just …”

Y/N tilted her head in question, waiting for her to continue.

“Seeing you with someone else … made me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“What’d you feel?” She asked nervously.

“Jealousy. The urge to just take you. Make you mine.”

“I am yours.” Y/N assured her, and Lizzie nodded.

“I know.”

Y/N slid herself closer to her girlfriend, burying her face in the crook of her neck and kissing her softly.

“Why don’t you then?” She whispered.

“Hm?” Lizzie questioned.

“Take me.”

Without another word, Lizzie flipped them over, peppering Y/N’s neck with hot, open mouthed kisses, leaving a trail down her body as she reached her breasts that were covered by a flimsy tank top.

Lizzie sat on top of her, tugging the garment up and over her head and tossing it off the bed. She latched onto one of her nipples before Y/N could even register that she was topless, and she grabbed a fistful of golden locks as her tongue swirled around the hardened bud.

“Lizzie,” she moaned softly, her eyes falling shut as she felt her teeth sink gently into her sensitive flesh. “Need you.”

Her hands greedily grabbed at her hips, lifting them up so she could slide her shorts and panties off. The rest of her clothes met with the forgotten tank top and before anything else could be said, Lizzie pressed two fingers against her aching cunt, pushing them inside slowly.

“Ahh, Lizzie!” She cried out, her hips bucking as her strong fingers pumped in and out of her, curling when they were at the deepest point to hit her most sensitive spot.

Lizzie’s other hand gripped at her thigh, raising it up and wrapping it around her waist as she fucked her. She released her breast with a pop, leaving a dark, wet hickey behind. She smiled proudly at her work and raised herself back up so she could capture her lips with her own, claiming her mouth.

Y/N moaned softly as Lizzie took her completely, her tongue exploring her mouth, her fingers fucking her pussy.

Y/N rocked against her hand, her nails digging into the skin of Lizzie’s back as she fucked her hard and fast.

“You want more?” She asked breathlessly and she nodded eagerly.

She slipped herself out for just a second to then reenter her with three fingers, her thumb swirling around her throbbing clit. Y/N was seeing stars as she got fucked, her moans becoming pathetic whimpers.

“I feel you … fucking tight … you gonna cum for me?” She panted between kisses.

“Yes,” she whined, looking into the beautiful eyes of her girlfriend. “I’m gonna …”

Her jaw fell slack as she came, and Lizzie took this opportunity to slip her tongue back into her mouth, kissing her passionately. She swallowed her desperate moans, wanting to claim every inch of her; every sound, every motion she made, Lizzie wanted to keep for herself.

“My beautiful girl,” Lizzie whispered softly against her lips, watching as the other girl came down from her high. “And all mine.”

Y/N looked up at her with heavy eyes, smiling lazily at her words.

“I told you,”

She slipped her fingers out of her wetness, bringing them up to her mouth and sucking them clean.

Lizzie’s mind was full of Y/N. She was surrounded by her; her smell, her taste, the feel of her. All she could think about was making her scream with pleasure all night, giving her hickeys all over her body and leaving her completely blissed out. She knew that nobody else would make her feel like this, and she knew she wouldn’t want to mark her territory on anyone else. Y/N was all that she wanted.

“I’m yours.”

#oizysian writes #elizabeth olsen x yn #elizabeth olsen story #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen smut #elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen fanfic #elizabeth olsen #smut

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munsonxmayhem · 3 months

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I just read your post asking about writing for kaz brekker and YES YES YES

How about a kaz brekker x fem!reader who is a crow and is really sunshine AND badass (like awesome thief but also super friendly, funny and kind with everyone). They can be in a relationship or just pining, and Kaz is like trying to share more with her and trying to get over his touch aversion with her but it's not easy, so she's very patient and supporting with him, because he is only thinking about how weak he is that he "can't even hold hands with his loved one" and that stuff.

Maybe fluff/ flangst? (whatever works for you! I just want some kazzle dazzle content✨)

Thank you a looot you're awesome<3

Good and Bad.

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader

Warnings; Heavy angst, a bit of fluff at the end. Mention of injury.

Brief message for requester: I love the way you think, and please forgive me for any mistakes in the writing, and let me know what you think (its been ages since i have written anything)

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As I walk into the room, seeing Inej and Jesper sat around a table, I cheerily smile at them. “And how is everyone this wonderful evening?” My cheery demeanor usually putting everyone in a better mood. My smile drops as they glance, almost sadly, at each other and then back at me. I raise an inquisitive brow at them, before noticing the lack of a certain presence. “Where’s Kaz?”

Jesper lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head as he looks at the stairs that lead to Kaz’s room. He leans in, his voice low, “Locked away in his room, hasn’t been a good day for him, I’m afraid.” A tinge of sadness runs through my heart.

I’d been working with Kaz for a good while, not just with him on jobs but on his touch aversion. I’m patient with him, letting him move at his own pace to never push him farther than he’s willing. He has his good days and his bad days. Inej informed me that as they were walking down the street, somebody had fallen into him; triggering his PTSD. This was a bad day.

I nod understandingly before making my way to the stairs, Jesper turns briskly. “Don’t, (Y/N).. It’s really not a good time.” I shake my head at his words, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Then I start my way up the stairs, knocking softly on the wooden door. “Kaz?” My voice is barely above a whisper, gentle and soothing. I hear no movement. “Kaz? C’mon, it’s me.. Open the door.” I repeat a little louder, keeping my soft tone. I hear some rustling behind the door, then multiple locks being undone. I take a deep sigh as I wait for the door to open.

The door opens just a crack, his eye peering through the crack. “What do you want?” His voice is stern, but not rude. I give him a soft, reassuring smile; “Bad day, hm?” He nods in response, staying silent. “You going to let me in?” I ask softly, fiddling with my hands.

He says nothing, just opens the door slowly, backing away and letting me inside. He takes a few steps away from me, distancing himself considerable. It must have been really bad today. I give him a sympathetic smile, making sure to keep my distance. I take a seat in the chair across the room. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He shrugs, taking a seat on the bed across from me glancing down almost shamefully at his ungloved hands. I take mental note of this, bringing my gaze to his as he starts to speak.

“I thought it was working..” He mumbles quietly, and my heart aches for him. “Kaz.. This isn’t an easy thing to overcome, you are doing better, but there are going to be good and bad days.. What matters is that you persevere, you have people here that support you. Good and bad.”

He nods slowly, “I know.. But it is hard, so hard. It’s as though I’m putting in all this effort, for even a little bit of hope just to have it all swept away by some.. accidental run in at the wrong time.” He shakes his head, almost angrily. “One brush of an arm from a stranger on the street and I’m back.. there.” He refers to his past, the anger suddenly building in his body as he throws his cane forcefully into the shelves on the side wall. I gasp, flinching a bit. He rarely lashes out in anger like this, but it never gets easier when he does. He stands abruptly, and begins pacing, causing me to stand as well. “K-Kaz..” I stammer, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Suddenly I hear a knock at the door, causing Kaz to snap his gaze towards it. I hold my hand up to Kaz as I make my way to the door, opening it slightly, hiding the mess Kaz had made.

Jesper is standing there, a very worried look on his face; “Is everything okay?”

I nod, before mouthing the words. “Just a bad day, remember?” He gives a sympathetic look before descending down the stairs again. I shut and lock the door behind me as I return my attention to Kaz. He looks down at the mess and then back up at me, his eyes sad as if his heart just shattered into a million pieces. “I’m sorry..” He whispers, sitting on the edge of the bed and placing his head in his hands. I shake my head, “It’s okay, Kaz..” He shakes his head, “It isn’t.” I glance down at the shattered glass on the floor before kneeling beside it and beginning to pick up the pieces. “No.. Stop, you don’t have to clean that-“ Before he even gets to finish the sentence I hiss In pain, a sharp piece of glass cutting my finger. He stands suddenly, lunging worriedly to my aid, but before his hands can grab yours, he freezes. His eyes dart to mine in panic and a tear rolls down his cheek, “I-I can’t, I’m sorry..” His voice is a broken whisper, and I can feel the pain radiating from him. I nod understandingly, giving him a reassuring smile as I stand and grab a towel. I wrap my finger as I glance over at him, he’s still on the floor beside where I was, completely defeated.

“Why are you fighting so hard for this, Kaz?” I ask him, not rudely, just to get him to remember why we started working on it in the first place. He lets out a shaky breath, standing to his feet.

“I want to be better..” He whispers, still looking at the floor. “You are the sweetest, most kind woman I know.. You’re hurt and I can’t even hold your hand. You deserve to be held, (Y/N)..” He sounds so sad as the words leave his mouth.

I step towards him, this time he doesn’t back away, only a brief moment of panic. “You want to hold me?” I whisper softly, realizing wasn’t fighting for him, he was fighting for me. He finally brings his gaze to mine, my sweet, caring features immediately calming him again. “Yes..” Is all he can manage as he steps closer to me. “One step at a time, Kaz.. Don’t push yourself, okay?” He nods in response, a soft smile on his face as he brings a hand up to my cheek, I stay completely still and let him move as he wishes, the backs of his knuckles brushing lightly across the soft skin. Baby steps.

“Just.. be patient with me, okay?” He whispers.

“Always...” I return, a look of adoration on my face as his hand gently lays against my cheek.

“You’re why I’m still fighting, (Y/N)..”

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker fanfic #shadow and bone

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epiclamer · 1 year

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hero having an asthma attack mid battle and villain helping them 🫶🏻

I LITERALLY HAVE ASTHMA THIS ISNT FUNNY—

Puffer

Hero was the definition of shit out of luck.

First, they had lost their bag. Then, they had tripped over their own feet. And finally, their nemesis had decided right now was the perfect time for a heist and a good ass kicking.

Of Hero’s, of course. They couldn’t do much without their suit or inhaler.

That precious blue bottle that they had to take five minutes before any physical activity. That precious blue bottle that was shoved into the bottom of their bag. That precious blue bottle that was lost along with their other belongings at the moment.

And with Villain on the loose committing crimes, they couldn’t just leave. They were right in front of them. Teasing, taunting and terrorizing the hero mere meters away.

They just couldn’t leave.

“What’s the matter? Too tired for a cat and mouse game today~” Villain singsonged, dancing out of the way as Hero threw a punch.

The crime-stopper bit their tongue. They needed to save their breath. In, out, in, out, in—

“Cat got your tongue?” The villain grinned, jabbing Hero’s side, throwing them off.

Hero ground their teeth, they could already feel the breathlessness coming on. They had to focus.

Ignoring the problem hardly did them any good. As the fight progressed their condition just got worse.

Ragged breaths coming in, too many or too little it didn’t matter because hardly any air was making its way to their lungs anymore.

Dark spots lingered into their vision and they swayed on their feet. This wasn’t going to end well. They were going to pass out.

Villain faltered as they watched Hero stumble, normally that wouldn’t happen, but everyone slipped up now and then. No, the real thing that had the villain worried was that Hero didn’t bounce back.

Instead they stumbled more, farther and farther, tripping and falling to the ground in a heap.

The hero clawed at their shirt, peeling the sweaty fabric from their chest in an attempt to let more air in.

Nothing was working.

However, on the villain’s side things began to click into place. They were putting puzzle pieces together faster than the speed of light. Using their memory and their quick, active thinking to help their enemy.

“Hero. Deep breaths. Come on, hold my hand. You’ve got this, you’re doing so well.” The criminal reassured, Hero reached out with a shaky hand to follow instructions and Villain held it closely. Rubbing slow patterns into the back of it in their best attempt.

Slowly but surely, Villain helped the hero to their feet. They didn’t look like they’d last much longer as the deficit in air started to get to their head.

All Villain needed was directions.

“Where’s your inhaler, Hero.” When the other didn’t respond, but with helpless gasps Villain prompted again. “I know you have one. You told me about it a couple months ago, remember? Where is it?”

They tried their best to keep the frantic tone from their voice, but Hero’s condition didn’t seem to be getting any better. That was worrying Villain to their core.

The hero wheezed again, trying their best to communicate through the muddle. “Ba-ah-g…”

That was enough. Villain had seen Hero’s bag only a moment prior to their fight, sitting at the bus stop only a block away. They had recognized it from the charm on the front zipper.

Perfect.

Villain didn’t waste anymore time. Swooping Hero into their arms in a flash as they bolted down the street.

Thankfully, it was dark and not many others were out right now so Villain didn’t have to waste any time with secrecy. Stumbling across the hero’s bag only a moment later.

Laying Hero down on the bench, Villain searched vigorously through their bag. Feeling the small blue cylinder and letting out a thankful breath as they turned back to the other who was on the brink of unconsciousness.

They shook it, one, two, three times before uncapping it and pushing to Hero’s lips. Taking in one last greedy breath as Villain emptied the medicine down their throat.

Suddenly, Hero could breathe again.

All life had returned to their previously limp body, desperately gasping for breath in big gulps as they couldn’t get enough. Villain in turn letting out a sigh of relief, heart still pumping and hands still shaking when they felt their nemesis grab onto them with weak hands.

“T-Thank you…” They croaked, sounding exhausted and terrified at the same time. The shock still taking its toll.

Villain relaxed, squeezing Hero’s hand in return. “Don’t mention it.”

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creachureboy · 10 months

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Intimacy with da scout <3

Notes:

nsfw but it doesnt get that far in

trans man reader w gender dysphoria that scout soothes

Transmasc scout, post top surgery

transmasc soldier

Referring to reader's chest mostly just as "chest" and "breast"

Scout touches reader's chest

biting but its gentle

Just two trans people being lovey and goofy <3

"I'm in love with you," you blurted.

You could feel Jeremy's lips on your neck curl into a smile, followed by his hot breath. "Just how many times do ya plan to tell me that tonight?" He moved to cup your cheeks in his palms. "I'm in love with you too, I, uh- I figured ya wouldn't be on my bed and on my lap lettin' me all be over you if ya weren't. And if I weren't."

He made your heart feel so warm, but your ability to form sentences was failing you. All you could do was stare at him, right at his cheeks tinted beautifully pink, at his dimples as he smiled, at the way he gazed right back at you..

Jeremy chuckled. "You're so handsome, you know that? I think I could stare at you all night long and I'd still be happy." He moved his hands to your hips, looking up at you like you were the only other person in the world. "Y'know, I- uh- I told my Ma a lot about you."

Your cheeks were rosy as you played with his hair. "What did you tell her?"

"I told her about how you ran into me in the middle of the night and thought I was a ghost."

"That was one time! One!"

He laughed softly, admiring how flustered you got. "Yeah, I know, I'm just messin' with ya, toots. What I actually told her was about how sweet you are, how funny you are.. Like, I ain't never met no one as sweet as you, what the hell?" He glanced to the side, smiling sheepishly. "And you're so smart too, you're talented, and-" he chuckled and looked at you again, "you also screamed and threw rock at me when you thought I was a gho-"

"Shut up!"

You both laughed, and everything about this made you feel so safe. Jeremy was holding you close, you were holding him. It was just you two in his room, the stresses of the day long forgotten. It was like just having him around made everything better.

He ran a hand up your shirt, trailing his fingers up your back slowly as he kissed your neck again. "Man, I just- I'm so glad I have you."

You put your hands on his shoulders. "Jer, look at me."

Jeremy silently followed through, his eyes widening but quickly relaxing when you pressed your lips against his. His hands rose farther up your back as he pressed your chests together, until you tensed.

You weren't wearing your binder.

He quickly noticed your reaction, pulling away a little to examine your features. "Everythin' alright, toots?"

"Yeah- well, no," you stammered, fidgeting with the sleeve of his shirt, "I'm not wearing my binder."

"Yeah, and?" He moved his hands to massage your hips. "That don't make ya any less of a man-" he pecked your lips, "my man." He paused. "But, uh, if you really don't-"

"Can I see your scars again?"

He looked at you dumbly. "The ones from the bread or the stairs?"

"The-" you chuckled, "wait, the what? I was gonna ask to see your top surgery scars."

"Oh! Yeah, alright!" He hooked his hands on the collar of his shirt, eagerly pulling it up over his head before puffing out his chest. "Y'know, Medic does some pretty good gender surgery."

You echoed him. "Gender surgery."

"Yeah, isn't that what it's called?"

You hummed an absentminded "mhm", running your thumbs against the healed scars.

"Hey."

You were still looking down at his chest, this time humming a "hmm?"

And next thing you knew, you felt a hand on your chin, and suddenly your eyes were fixed on Jeremy's.

"I, uh, I hope you ain't uncomfortable with your body when you're with me. I see the way you're lookin' at my scars, and I completely get that feeling, but-" he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, "we all see you as a man, got it? Me, and all the other mercs, just- you don't gotta worry about not being accepted here, alright?"

You couldn't tell if you were relieved or in disbelief. Unsure where to look, you buried your face in Jeremy's neck. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. And dude, remember that time Soldier just fucken- ripped his shirt off on a control point and yelled at the top of his lungs? Like, tits out and everything?"

You chuckled. "Yeah. Had no idea the guy was trans till he did that."

"Lucky." Jeremy sighed. "I found out when I had the misfortune of comin' across his stinky ass binder. Dude seriously just left it on the table. Like, the one we all eat at. It was fuckin gross." He paused, waving a hand around behind your head as if to clear away an invisible thought bubble. "Wait no, that ain't my point. My point is, y'know how many people misgendered Soldier? After the tits out and binder table incident?"

You shrugged, leaning back to look at him. "One or two?"

"Zero. Literally. So ya don't gotta be worried." He flashed you a smile. "These guys are real accepting. I mean, the lot of them are still assholes-" he chuckled, "but I like 'em. Wouldn't be surprised if more of them were queer too."

"..Jeremy?"

His fingers were drawing circles on your lower back. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too," he answered immediately, smiling warmly at you.

"I, uhm-" you paused for a moment to think. You knew you could trust him, but you were nervous. But you figured, might as well bite the bullet, and it wasn't like his opinion of you would change if you said it. You were always gonna be his man, you knew that. But-

"What's up?"

"Can you touch my chest?"

"What?"

"Like, under my shirt?"

Jeremy fell silent, but you could tell he was hiding his excitement. "You mean it?"

You looked down and to the side, as if his bedsheet was suddenly the most interesting thing on the planet. "Well, i mean like, take it slow. But I'm thinking, you're right. My body doesn't change how you think of me, so- well-" your eyes made your way back to his, "why should I be hiding it from you?"

He was grinning at you like a schoolboy. One hand on your hip, he ran his other hand slowly up your stomach. "I love you. I- uh- I'm-" he chuckled nervously, trying to catch your eye contact again, "I'm so glad you trust me like that."

And soon enough, his hand came in contact with your chest, and he watched your reaction. He watched as you seemed nervous, and nearly pulled away until you leaned into his touch.

"You okay?"

"Uh," you started, your voice soft, "I'll always be your man.. right?"

"Of course." He continued to caress your chest gently. "You're my boyfriend." He leaned forward to kiss your neck, using his thumb and forefinger to give your nipple some attention. "Ain't nothin' gonna change that. You'se my man." Another kiss. "And I'm yours."

You let out a sigh, both out of relief and also out of pleasure of the sensations he was giving you.

Jeremy noticed how you liked it, bringing his other hand up your shirt to massage your chest and sides. He spoke softly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, as he asked, "can I see your body?"

You hesitated for a moment. "Okay, but, um-"

"I'm sure you look handsome as hell."

And you were swayed, quickly pulling your shirt up above your head and holding onto it nervously.

But all your boyfriend could do, apart from mumbling a specific type of "holy shit" usually only reserved for the few times he managed to outsmart Spy, was lean forward and kiss you. Not only on your lips. He kissed everywhere he saw. Like a puppy with separation anxiety who hadn't seen their owner in 10 minutes.

You chuckled. "Jeremy-"

"Mmh?" He hummed, not bothering to stop. His lips made their way from your cheek,

to kiss along your jawline,

to leave kisses and nibbles down your neck,

to running along your collarbone,

to biting lightly on your shoulder,

to kissing down your sternum,

and then finally, finally, on your chest. He kissed and nibbled along your skin, before licking at your nipple as if it were a sweet candy. He used his free hand to play with your other breast, giving you all the attention he could.

You squeaked in pleasure, melting under his touch as your heart raced. With how close Jeremy was to you, you were certain he could hear it - feel it.

"Mmh, baby," he whispered in your chest before locking eye contact with you, giving you a teasing look, "you enjoyin' yourself?"

Your eyes darted to the side for a moment, a mix of embarassment and trying to figure out what to say. You looked back at him, grinning sheepishly as you mustered only a mumbled, "yeah."

Jeremy smiled at you warmly, moving to rest his head on your shoulder and holding you close, pressing your bare chests together. "I love you-" he kissed your ear, "my man. My one and only."

Your shoulders relaxed a little, you having no recollection of when they tensed in the first place. "Your one and only?"

He leaned back to look at you, booping your nose with each word. "My. One. And. Only."

#scout tf2 x reader #scout x you #scout x reader #scout tf2 #tf2 #trans man reader #transmasc scout

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fangirlstorycreator · 1 year

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Hey girl💚👑I was thinking a bit an I got a idea 💚what if young Daniel got bullied from Johny and y/n too but just Like the movies daniel is kind of afraid of Johny and his Groupe but when he saw that Johny and his friends bully y/n and beat her up.he would probably protect her whis leads that these two get in a relationship.💚would you right something like this? Just if you want to 💚💚💚

Of course bibi 😁 I hope you like it 🙏💚💚💚

It all started to feel normal now, you and Daniel having to go a certain route home in order to avoid johhny lawrence and his friends. They just wouldn't leave you and Daniel alone, its one of the reasons you joined with Daniel in the dojo he goes too. He was much farther ahead than you, but you enjoyed it all the same. Mr miyagi was a nice man, and had a funny quirky side to him too, you could see the way him and Daniel were together, it was more than a teacher/student bond, it was a genuine friendship. With the little amount of lessons you had already done, you felt a little safer being out on your own. Daniel wasnt always with you, but when he was, it made everything better.

You had a crush on Daniel for as long as you could remember, he was cute, and kind and always made you laugh. He was always a supportive friend to you, it was no wonder you had a crush in him. One day after you finished class, Daniel had to stay behind to discuss some work with one of his teachers, he said he would meet up with you at the dojo. You were walking through the local park, you could see the dojo in the distance across the street. But before you could walk any further, Johnny Lawrence saunters up to you. "Hey Y/N, what are you up to?" "Please leave me alone Johhny, I'm not in the mood-" "Ah ah ah" you try to walk past him but he gets in your way. "Now theres no need to be like that Y/N, come on, let's you and me have a little chat?"

"I would rather stick pins in my eyes" Just then, two of Johhnys friends walk up behind you, circling you so you couldn't run away even if you wanted to. "I'm actually glad it's just you Y/N, we can deal with larusso another time. But for now, we're going to have some fun" One of the boys grabs your shoulder from behind you, but you hold onto his hand and pull him, literally flipping him over your back and shoulder so he falls onto the ground infront of you, with a loud thud. Johhny and the other boy go for you, but your able at first to dodge them both. But it wasnt as easy as you had hoped, one grabbed your arms and pinned them behind you, while Johnny started punching you in the stomach, it was so painfull it brought tears to your eyes.

"Ha ha! Look at the little girl cry! You wont be crying after this one!" You see Johnny raise his leg, he looks like hes about to high kick you in the face, but right at the last second, someone behind Johnny sweeps his leg and he falls to the floor. "Get your hands off her!" Shouted Daniel, looking extremely angry. The boy holding your arms throws you to the ground, and Daniel is right there to help you up. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked helping you to your feet and wiping away your tears. "Its hurts Daniel, they wouldn't- they wouldnt stop!" "Hey hey its alright" he says as he gently takes you into his arms for a hug "I wont let him do this to you again" But as Johnny stands back up, he just laughs at you and Daniel along with his two friends. "Yeh right larusso! You should have left her to us. The bitch deserved what she got"

Daniel moves you so your behind him, putting himself infront of you in a protective way. "You just made a big mistake Johnny, you owe Y/N an apology!" "And apology?" Him and his friends laugh again. "We'll finish off your little friend...just as soon as I'm done with you!" Johnny attempts to go for Daniel, but before he even realised it, Daniel had maneuvered himself into the crane position, and high kicked Johnny square in the face. His two friends are shocked as Johnny falls to the ground like a sack of bricks, his nose is bleeding and he is trying no to cry. "You'll pay for that larusso!" Johnny and his two friends run away as quickly as they could, presumably so they didnt have anyone else see that they just got their asses kicked. "Are you alright? Where did they hurt you?" "He punched me, over and over again, right hear" you lift up your shirt slightly to show your stomach, it was already starting to bruise.

"Come on, mr miyagi might have some ice we can put on it" he takes you by the arm and guides you to the dojo across the street. Once your there you and Daniel tell Mr miyagi everything, and he gives you an ice pack for your bruises. "Daniel, I must call Y/N's parents , she cannot train in her condition" "I understand mr miyagi, I'll stay with her" Mr miyagi leaves you both, Daniel sits next to you as you hold the ice pack against your stomach. "Thank you Daniel, if it wasnt for you I dont know what could have happend" "Its alright Y/N, I know you would have done the same thing for me" He wraps his arm over your shoulders in a comforting way, ending up with you both smiling and looking into eachothers eyes.

He really saved you today, protected you, it just strengthened the crush you had in him. And yet, it appeared he may feel the same, as the distance slowly grew shorter, as Daniel leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a very sweet and gentle way. It only lasted about 30 seconds but it felt like forever, a forever you didnt want to end. When you both eventually pulled away, you couldn't help but blush and giggle, Daniel doing the same. "That was...nice, Daniel" "Yeh, I really liked it too" Then mr miyagi walked in "Y/N, I called your mother, she will be hear soon. She said she will pick you up from hear, you cant train after what happened today" "Thank you mr miyagi" "Daniel? Are you staying today? Or are you keeping Y/N company?" Daniel gave you a smile and you squeeze his hand. "If it's alright mr miyagi, I'll stay with Y/N, it's been a hard day for her" "I understand, I'll leave you two in peace" He raised his eye brows at us, showing that he understood what was going on, it just made you and Daniel giggle.

#daniel larusso x reader #daniel larusso

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teabreakpancakes · 2 years

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hello !! i’m the wuchang anon , and oh my god that was so cute !!!!! it was so good ty for writing it!! i loved the hot chocolate scene it was so cute 😭😭💟💟 currently thinking ab little girl (is that her name???) and wuchangs son having play dates . also xiefan real!!!! okay sorry for ramblinf in your inbox HEKDJEJ

i'm glad you liked it, here's the playdate anon (*´∇｀*)

sorry if i lack enthusiasm, at this point its kind of just part of my personality as someone who functions on four hours of sleep daily

Parent! Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an with Son! Reader, Part Two

Genre: Fluff

The small family walked to the garden holding hands. (Name) swung their arms as they walked, his abundance of energy evident with each step he took.

Memory had asked if they could have a play date since she had new toys and she wanted to show (Name), of course, the boy agreed since who doesn't like new toys?

"Do you think she'w wike the cookies?" (Name) asked, looking up at Bi'an and Wujiu. Wujiu huffed, "These," he gestured to the basket they brought, "are cookies we worked hard on, how could they not taste good."

Bi'an pinched his son's cheek softly, "She'll love them," he reassured, "I'm sure of it since your dad ate an entire tray all by himself" he continued, shooting Fan a glare lacking malice since the other man ate them all before he could have one. Fan looked away, sheepish.

(Name) let go of their hands, running to Memory and Orpheus. He waved at them, stopping right in front of them so he wouldn't crash into them.

"HI! do you want cookies? we made cookies" the lively boy asked, his voice uneven because of how excited he was. Fan and Xie walk up to them, greeting Orpheus before they lead the kids to the table that was already set up.

Memory showed the boy her new dollhouse, (Name) was fascinated by how real it looked, even petting one of the dolls with a naive smile on his face.

They played with the dolls, competing on who could dress the dolls better. They made the dolls walk on a makeshift runway, changing their voices in order to make it seem like there was an audience.

"And the winner is," Memory said in her best male voice, "Miss Claudia!" she gleefully declared. (Name) made his doll walk up the table as the adults cheered Miss Claudia on.

Xie, Fan and Orpheus clapped and cheered for the children as they played, it wasn't a show without an audience after all.

"Thank you thank you" (Name) said in his best girl voice, which wasn't hard since his voice was high pitched in the first place, you couldn't really decipher if he was a boy or a girl unless you actually asked him.

They played hide and seek with the adults after that, you should've seen how determined they all were to win. (Name) even saw Orpheus rolling on the ground in order to get farther from Memory while staying out of sight.

In the end though, Memory found them all since Bi'an fell out of the tree he was hiding in, Fan accidentally toppled over a box, (Name) being in the said box and Orpheus running into her because he thought he was getting away from her when in reality she could see his hair over the hedges.

They even played tag with some of the survivors and hunters, it was very funny to see Naiad running away from Memory. The hunters were all running from (Name) and Memory since they were it.

The oh so scary hunters were shrieking while being chased by kids.

Funniest thing of all was that Joseph caught it all on camera so now he has blackmail against everyone that played.

Xie and Fan let themselves get caught, hugging (Name) and swinging him around when he did.

(Name) loves his family and all his friends, he's glad that he met them. He wants to have more play dates in the future.

bonne nuit tout le monde

i have run out of candy - lawless

edit: i like the random switch to french, ngl, it's confusing to learn more languages

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #wu chang #idv wu chang #wu chang x reader #idv scenarios #idv x reader #idv xie bian #idv fan wujiu #platonic #male reader #child reader #who doesnt love new toys?

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radioactivechoirboy · 2 years

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Where Have You Been? Ch 6

There was something about living in such a small town that made Mikhailo itch.

It wasn’t like it was the first time either.

Shortly before he was born, in his last life, he had died on a rollercoaster in the same small town.

He swore up and down that it was purely luck that brought him back to the same town, right around the same age, to go to the same school he went to.

He didn't know much, but he did know there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d join the choir again.

He did his best to find some of his old friends, but he knew that some people were going to be dead ends. Talia and Jane- no, Penny, were going to be so much older than him now, so it was no use trying to reach out there.

He did look though.

Talia appeared to drop off the face of the planet shortly after his own death.

Penny’s accounts were all private, but she had plenty of posts, so he had to assume the best.

He was able to find the rest of the choir easy enough, each of them seeming to have been brought back to where they started. He was just glad to see that all of them seemed to be doing well.

They all seemed happy.

And he was content to not get involved, to let each of his old friends live their new lives to the fullest, without having to be reminded of the lives they each had to let go of.

He couldn’t stop running into Clove though.

The week he had moved in with his cousin Inessa and found himself back in Uranium City, he was put in Poetry, the only empty elective class, and placed next to them.

They’d write about their hopes and dreams, their pain and the secrets that weighed on their souls.

The basic idea was all too familiar to Mikhailo; he quickly found that the thin line between rap and poetry was a good beat.

Clove sat next to him, passing their works to him for editing or general approval, which Mikhailo gave without hesitation.

They hadn’t spoken since they left high school, and he didn’t try to force the bond farther than Grade 11 poetry,

Which is why it was almost funny to see a message notification pop up on his Grindr, for someone with the name Clove.

Their profile said they were 19 and that was about the only detail given.

He figured he’d humor the message, see what they wanted.

“I just moved into a new apartment, want to help me christen it”

Mikhailo snorted at the message, thinking back to the tragic romantic he had once known.

“Want to get lunch first,” his fingers hovered over the keys, trying to decide if it would even be a good idea.

He hit send.

It took nearly two minutes before he got a response.

“I’m still unpacking, but if you want to bring dinner with you tonight, we could do that”

“Sounds like a plan, any request?”

“Bring whatever you like”

Mikhailo sat his phone down and thought about what going through with this would mean.

For starters, it meant he’d lose his virginity to his closest friend, well, someone who was at one point his closest friend.

He began to reminisce on their last life. The pizza nights where they sat a little too close to each other, the movie nights where Noel would steal his seat, only to be met with a 185 pound Ukrainian playing the part of a lap dog. How he tried to grab Noel’s hand when the rollercoaster went off its track.

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, swiping tears away before they could fall.

Mikhailo didn’t often mourn the life he once had, but it stung from time to time.

He decided to lay on his bed for a few minutes and watch tiktoks, a valid distraction from his own brain. It wasn’t until his phone vibrated with another notification from Grindr, that he finally checked the time.

It was nearly five in the afternoon.

“Just finished unpacking, I’ll send my address here in a few,” read the first message, followed quickly by, “If you haven’t already picked somewhere, can you get me something from Blackwood’s”

Mikhailo smiled at the screen.

He then went to the website and placed an order for pickup since it was on the way. What better way to set the mood than vegan sandwiches and gluten-free brownies.

#where have you been?#ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone musical #ride the cyclone fanfiction #musicals #fanfic #noel gruber #musical theatre #clove #mischa bachinski #mikhailo

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bumblewarden · 2 years

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I try to sneak in via the window and am immediately aprehended by the guards. They search me and find my pockets filled with questions:

For Helga Cadash:

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

For Pavle Amell:

🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

🍹: Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them?

And for Novhen (because there are things in our worldI think he would have Opinions(TM) about:

🍔: Are there any recent trends you think your OC would hate? Or love?

The guards confiscate the questions. I am forcefully removed from the premises. Before I disappear into the night, I shout back: "Have a lovely day!"

[Odd OC Asks]

I call from the ramparts:

So sorry about the massive guard situation there! We've been stacking up to be impenetrable against any ex-Crows, which apparently makes it harder for everyone else too! But i'll get right on these questions. Don't you worry none

Helga Cadash: 🎂 Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first perception people have of them? How do they surprise people?

As far as traits go, I've mentioned that Helga is a mother and institutes herself as a motherly figure to the Inner Circle. That is what is contradictory to people's first impressions

She's Carta, remember. More, she's distantly related to Shale. She's perfected a glowering demeanor that can slice off your sensitive bits without so much as raising a blade of her own. Helga is an intimidating lady. It's always a shock the first time someone sees her pull out her mini first aid kit while chastising the person who stepped in a trap

Helga Cadash: 🍪 What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

She still holds onto the string of her first bow. It's currently tied around her quiver, so she can't lose it. She remembers dearly the curve of its arch, its lovingly polished coat, and the confounded look on the face of the poor sucker she stole it off. But she eventually upgraded to a better-constructed bow with farther reach, so the original bow (sans string) was traded away to someone she'll barely remember until she needs something from them

Pavle Amell: 🍷 What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food?

Not the food itself per se but the Fereldan insistence that warm is a flavor. He thought that was just a problem with the Circles at first, but then he got out and realized free Fereldans were barely any better about it

Pavle Amell: 🍹 Does your OC have any funny anecdotes told about them?

Now, he doesn't think it's very funny at all, but Pavle's first winter in the Fereldan Circle was the coldest moment in his life up to that point, and with his newly burgeoning magical talents, he had an idea on how to counteract that. It was not a good idea

While the Templars and instructors were looking away, he cast a tiny flame between his ankles inside his robes. The idea of it was that the robes would trap the heat and warm his whole body up. The reality of it was he couldn't finely control the size of the flame and caught his skirt on fire. He ran around for a like a chicken without its head for what felt like several minutes (probably just a few seconds) until Irving shot freezing wind at him and doused the flames, leaving him even colder than before

Novhen Tabris: 🍔 Are there any recent trends you think your OC would hate? Or love?

If Novhen knew what the internet was, he would be horrified by some people's increasingly lax attitudes towards protecting their identity online. Strangers don't need to be knowing exactly where you live or work! Please, lie even a little! Digital footprint is no joke!

I may be projecting a little bit on that one, but that's what OCs are for

#askbox #heniareth #helga cadash #pavle amell #novhen tabris #thanks for the asks!#i've seen tiktok accounts with first and last name and their actual face leave public comments naming their precise schools #it's scary shit

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writing-for-life · 1 year

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When Your Work Takes Unexpected Turns - A Pantser’s Delights And Afflictions…

I am mostly a romance writer. My novels err on the side of steamy. Even in the tamer ones, sex always happens on the page, not off. In short: The majority of my works tend to be on the explicit end of the spectrum. Bear with me why that matters...

It’s NaNoWriMo, and this year, I have decided not to use it to push my WiPs ahead. I need breathing space and fun. So what better opportunity to channel my Sandman hyper-fixation (which has resurfaced after 30 years - thanks Netflix) into a romance fanfic, right?

Except, it’s not going as planned (maybe that’s a good thing - we’ll see). I am much more of a pantser than a plotter anyway, and I sometimes write my novels from the end backwards, or I start with very strong scenes I already have in my mind and build the rest around it. Working like this has its own problems, but over decades of writing, I just had to acknowledge it’s the only process that works for me.

So imagine my surprise when I set out to write something steamy, and I just couldn’t get out anything but the softest, cheesiest… weirdness? I constantly had this image of this wet cat of a man in my mind:

...and I so desperately want everything to be soooooooooooft for him. And loving. And funny (wet cat man deserves a laugh here and there, honestly). And passionate, but without any c-words or flowing juices. It felt like betrayal to write the way I often do. I just genuinely couldn’t. Still can’t.

I mean, what is this (sorry for the markup artefacts)?

“Close your eyes.”

She did as she was told without hesitation. Moments later, she felt his warm skin, the familiar weightlessness of his body, on top of her.

“May I look at you? I need to see your face.”

“You may.”

The candescence of his eyes burned away every bit of darkness in her.

He gently pushed her legs apart farther, and she felt herself pulling up her knees so he could sink into her. Her hands involuntarily flew back, one accidentally striking the side of his face lightly, the other hitting the large, wooden headboard with a bang.

“Sorry. The muse of the maladroit strikes again,” she laughed hoarsely.

“It seems I am not entirely safe in your presence.” He got a hold of both her hands.

And he smiled! The light on his face completely floored her, not least because she saw it so rarely.

To top it all off, the whole thing has taken a really dark turn (mental illness, suicide) that I did not see coming (it’s one of these strange writing endeavours that takes on a life of its own, and you have no fucking clue what’s going on). So much for all the soft fluff I seemingly wanted to write - it seems that’s apparently not it, either. And I’ve already got 20,000 words of it, and it still twists and turns in unexpected ways.

It’s November 11 today, so I still have over 19 days to write, but I’m massively scratching my head. And that’s good... I think? Or maybe not 🤣

#the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus #sandman #fanfic #writers #writer problems #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #nanowrimo #fanfic writer #fanfiction #sandman fanfiction #sandman fandom

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I wonder how many of my issues I could blame my dad for. like he’s not evil or anything but he does suck. it’s okay though I can bully him so it’s fine. it’s funny though . Bros like you remember things I think you really shouldn’t. And I get to sit next to him and laugh like yeah funny how that works. kids can be traumatized fun fact. they remember that shit. Fun Fact. I don’t say that to him I just laugh in his face. because I’m evil. it’s okay though because I can tell him I don’t like him and it hurts his feelings. L bozo. that’s what u get. oh my god I think I picked up my emotional deceit from my dad. the double layer fake out….. stares blankly into space. whatever I’m better at it so who cares. I wonder if he remembers making me sit out of best activity ever. there was this school activity I did in the fourth grade and he literally went up to my school and demanded I sit out the class. God that’s so embarrassing. it was so fucking embarrassing. everyone gets to have fun. I sit in the corner. just me. all me. all by myself. you know if you stand out people look at you? yeah. fun. and I really liked Activity too. I wonder if this is why I don’t have any life passions. except drawing a little. you can’t take away my ability to draw u less you fucking bound my hands suck on that old man. well and it’s the most easily available thing ever. especially to do in school. ohhhh I’m drawing ? what are you gonna do about it? take the pencil? then what am I supposed to take notes withIDIOT ???? maybe I fear the take away. hmmm.

sorry still haven’t found a job yet so I’m being philosophical. I’ve applied for like six and only gotten a reply from one but that place was way farther away than I thought so umm. Don’t think I can take that. Also they wanted me to do a recorded interview. insane. just vibe check me through email like a real man.

I wonder if I should make a resume. I don’t have anything to put on it except “never had a job before please be nice to me” maybe that could get me pity. hmmmm

oh there’s this weird thing my dad does where he’s like I Should Get U A Gun. and I ignore that because it’s stupid. I have knives man. and then he’s like you probably shouldn’t have those. or a gun. Homeslice ur the one who brings it up all the time. I can have knives if I want. BLEHHHHHH. the gun is a cowards weapon anyway. I have a whole thing with that. ITS TRUE THEY ARE. let’s see how can I trace this back. ummm one time when I was a kid there was something on the radio about a guy getting beat to death with a rock (by multiple ppl) and my dad (white Texan man) is like oh what are the liberals gonna ban rocks too ? and me, not sure how old I was but younger than I think I should’ve been, is like. that’s stupid. it’s circa 2015 or something I’m like twelve and I’m like well that’s fucking stupid. because it is. if you want to shoot someone you have to what? pick the thing up maybe flick it’s safety off and pull the trigger? dude you have to put so much effort into beating someone to death with a rock. it’s a fucking rock. anyway the point is the argument is stupid. it’s not “this thing can cause death so it’s bad” it’s more about the ease of the whole thing. murder should be personal. if you want to kill me put some fuckin effort into it, pussy. if you want to kill someone you should have to put the effort in. just My Opinion. stare into my eyes while you kill me dude. murder should rlly be about acknowledgement. awwww little baby wanna hide behind something to kill me ? can’t even look me in the eye? booooooooooo. bitch. do it urself coward. stab me.

#what was I talking about again #gun tw #????#I think I should tag that.#ummm #idk

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write-ur-wrongs · 3 years

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The Death of Me

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Word count: almost 4K - big whoops!

A/N: This was totally meant to be a drabble / blurb, but the story got away from me! A huge thanks to the sweet anon who submitted this prompt - I was beyond inspired and chuckled warmly throughout the entire writing process. This baby isn’t proofread so thread lightly!! I sincerely hope y’all enjoy this one :’)

Prompt: Heya! I saw your post about wanting to practice writing short stories so I have a small prompt for Geralt! What about: the reader and Geralt have always had a difficult relationship, always running into each other at the most inconvenient moments and hence disliking each other. However, while Geralt is passing through a village the reader comes barging into his room bloody and near death, only getting a chance to say “I didn’t know where else to go” before collapsing. I would be honoured if the idea inspired you :3

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You’d never considered yourself unlucky but lately life had a funny way of throwing you for a loop, or rather, throwing you to the wolves. One wolf, actually. A damn, irritating, and arrogant white wolf.

At first, it was all business. You’d arrive in a village itching for a contract, only to find that a “legendary witcher” had already come through and taken care of every monster within a two-days ride. Furious, hungry, and broke, you set out determined to get as far as you could and as quickly as possible. Your determination got you far enough that you’d managed a full three months of contract work, but not far enough it seemed.

You’d been on your way to collect payment from your latest contractor when you’d heard the buzz on the street; a witcher had come through asking about work, and had been told to wait and see as someone else (a woman! A human woman!) had already committed to the case. Apparently, he was either incensed or bemused at the idea – the brute was very hard to read, so say the town gossips – but it didn’t matter to you. You beat him to it and now you get to eat. When you finally met with the contractor to collect your coin, you couldn’t help but swell with pride as they thanked you, eyes wide, for taking care of a monster no human ought to be able to handle. You could have sworn your pride had given you wings as you floated out of the inn.

That is, until you heard them mumble under their breath, “Thank Gods that lass was able to handle it! Had it been the witcher, I would have had to pay triple!”

“Thank heavens for cheap labour!” whispered their partner, raising their glass to cheers their big victory.

Suddenly whatever weightlessness you felt transferred onto your coin purse. Biting hard on your cheek you pushed up your chin, determined to remain dignified. But then you saw him.

Impossibly broad chested, rippling muscles evident beneath his leather armour, with golden eyes that reflected back to you with a cruel playful nature that made bile rise in the back of your throat. He held your gaze and raised his own tankard to you as you walked past him. His deep voice rumbled through you as you pushed the door open.

“Cheers to cheap labour,” you heard him say, and swore you could hear the smirk on his full lips.

Groaning furiously, you pushed the door so hard it swung back and slammed shut behind you with such force a flock of birds took off somewhere in town. Undeterred, you stomped off towards your horse and set off at a gallop.

I’m going to make sure I never cross his fucking path ever again, you thought searingly.

You were wrong it turned out, but how were you supposed to know that?

You’d gone years without actually seeing him again, but that didn’t mean you were free of him. You’d alternated winning and losing contracts to each other, and the pressure of beating him to the next one stressed you so fiercely you developed ulcers. That alone would have been enough to push you to murder had you not heard from another witcher that their brother, the great white wolf, was losing sleep trying to keep up with you. Knowledge of this fact spurred you on; after all, if you couldn’t beat him, it’s best to be even, no?

The next time fate brought you two together, though, you could not have been farther from on top. What made matters worse, is that you weren’t even in battle when your paths crossed. Your literal paths just simply… crossed.

You’d been riding east for many days and just as many nights. You were tired, sore, and somehow still soaked to the bone despite the fact that the rain had stopped at least a day ago. You were so tired, your muscles seemed heavy in your limbs, and you had to keep blinking hard to bring the spinning world around you back to its axis. As you rode through an intersection on the trail, the sun peaked out from behind the thick curtain of clouds just long enough to pull you fully into sleep, and right off your still-moving-horse’s saddle.

You honestly didn’t remember falling asleep, or off the saddle. You also had no memory of the moment another traveler, who was riding towards the intersection on the other trail, leapt off his mare just as you started your descent and caught you before you could split your skull open on one of the many rocks sprinkled throughout the street. You had no memory of the way he’d pulled you off the path, leading both horses behind him as he’d carried you over his shoulder. Zero recollection of him laying you down on a bed grass, tying your horse to a nearby tree, lighting you a campfire, or filling your pack with some bread and meat.

What you did remember, was the arrogant look on his face when you finally woke up. The condescending tone he took as he reminded you that you were ‘only human’ and had to take care of yourself accordingly was also seared into the annals of your memory.

You hated that he’d saved you almost as much as you hated the fact that you’d been asleep around him. Completely vulnerable for God knows how long and he’d been there to witness it all. Whenever the memory of the look on his face or the way he’d crossed his arms and tilted his stupid head as he condescended your humanity came to you, you couldn’t help but cringe even months after the fact.

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Your saving grace came a full six months after your damned damsel in distress moment on the trail.

Well fed, well worked, and well travelled, you were taking your time enjoying the market in your town of the week. The work you did wasn’t glamourous, but it did allow you the means to afford a few luxuries every now and then. This time, it just so happened that your coin could buy you the sweetest gift of all: revenge.

The market was busy as ever, you could barely hear yourself think over the cacophony of voices and animal bleats bouncing around the square. Had it been anyone else, the conversation would have been lost among the noise around you, but when that voice came rumbling through the mess of shrieks and shouts, you couldn’t help but seek out the source. You didn’t know why you cared or why you were so surprised to find that the voice’s owner was none other than the White Wolf himself.

“You good?” you asked, making sure to tilt your head, hands on your hips, the same way he’d done the last time you’d met.

“Fine.” He practically barked, not even turning his head fully to address you directly.

The merchant, none-too-concerned with your arrival on the scene, continued as if uninterrupted. “I’m sorry Mr. Witcher, sir, but I can’t go any lower. This is the best I can offer.”

“I can’t pay that much,” he grumbled, hands closed into tight fists.

“I’m sorry-”

“Is this enough?” you interjected, knowingly offering forward far too many ducats.

“Y-yes!” breathed the merchant, looking quizzically at Geralt before picking three coins from your open palm, “thank you, madam...”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself with a warm smile and a nod.

“Y/N!” Geralt hissed, at the same time, reaching out to push away your hand a fraction too late; the vendor was paid, and you’d won this round.

“What is it, Witcher?” you teased, as the vendor took his sword back for repairs, “been on vacation? Why so skint?”

“Been low on work lately,” he replied coolly, cat-like eyes boring into yours, “not as many contracts as there use to be.”

“Well, I’ll be,” you said, cocking your head to the side and pursing your lips in mock contemplation, “I can’t imagine why that’d be the case! Seems I keep running into monsters to kill.”

“Mmhm.” He hummed, narrowing his eyes at you.

Refusing to let him have the last word, you quickly turned on your heels and high-tailed it out of the market, shouting over your shoulder to the blacksmith to give any change back to Geralt before disappearing back into the crowd.

***

Being even should have brought peace between the two of you but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Your last interaction only fanned the flames of your rivalry. As the months turned to years without coming upon each other again, you still found yourself filled with unreasonable anger whenever you saw a mop of white hair cross you on your travels.

And not that you’d know it, but it turned out that Geralt wasn’t faring any better; finding himself frustrated and acting recklessly whenever he’d come upon anything that reminded him of you.

You were both completely obsessed with one another. Thoughts of the other constantly on the mind. Whether in waking or in dreams, you were both equally afflicted by an intense need to outperform, out run, and also, inexplicably, to impress the other.

It was that need to impress each other that led you to accept a contract you should have never even considered taking. You honestly wouldn’t have even considered it had the circumstances been any different but you’d been hearing about this monster for weeks on your travels. Tales of the mighty griffin tearing people to shreds had been circulating far and wide on this side of the Yaruga, and honestly, with every retelling you’d expected to hear that a witcher had handled it, but that never happened. You’d somehow managed to arrive at the village at the source of these stories before him and had an opportunity to literally rob him of this victory.

Granted, you were the only one who’d been attributing him with this win, but that didn’t matter, not to you. The only thing you cared about when accepting this particular contract was the knowledge that by taking it, you were preventing him from having it, and that was more than enough.

The shock on the villagers faces when they saw you accept the contract only added to your already inflated confidence. The sheer size of the griffin’s wingspan humbled you a little, though, and whatever grand illusions of an easy victory you’d carried into the forest were squashed along with a couple rib bones only moments after engaging the beast. In short, you were fucked.

Some might say that coming out of it alive was enough of a win. Those people would be morons, you thought as you stumbled clumsily back towards the lights of the village, clutching your split abdomen with both hands and blinking back blood dripping from your forehead. Every step you took came with the stabbing pain of additional tearing around your wound. You could barely think, your ears were blocked and caked with dried blood and dirt, your tears stung as they fell across the gashes on your cheeks, and every breath in felt like it could be your last. You’d never admit this out loud, but a part of you wished the creature had finished the job.

Perhaps the only saving grace here was that in your condition, you couldn’t hear the villagers as they pointed and gossiped. You didn’t hear the “told you so’s” or the lewd shouts coming from the drunk men as you stumbled into the tavern. You could barely hear the disappointment in the inn owner’s voice as they reprimanded you for accepting a contract, they knew you couldn’t complete. Rolling your eyes, you pushed your way towards the stairs as quickly as possible – which, as it turned out, was not so quick, praying that someone would call you a healer.

“… and to think a witcher arrived only hours after she went off to kill herself! Tsk-tsk!”

You stopped dead in your tracks, drops of blood falling across your brow as you interrupted the momentum you’d been building. “W-what?” you croaked, turning towards them as much as possible to make sure you’d hear them correctly.

“Yeah! And not just any witcher, lass, the Butcher of Blaviken no less! Checked in with us just as you head out. Had you waited half a day you could have saved yourself a world of – ‘ey! Now where’s she off to?”

As you registered this news, something inside you snapped. Before you knew what was happening, you’d made your way upstairs and started pushing your full weight onto every door you passed. The great White Wolf, the Butcher of Blaviken, was certainly arrogant enough to leave his door unlocked. You might have been wrong about the griffin, but you’d be damned if you were wrong about this.

Fortunate or not, you weren’t wrong about this. As you pushed your shoulder against the last door with whatever strength you had left, the door swung open with very little resistance. The heavy wooden door slammed loudly against the wall at the exact moment that your limp body crashed onto the floor.

“WHAT the fuck!” Geralt howled, leaping off the bed and onto his feet. His wild eyes assessed the situation in an instant, and he bound to you in barely two strides. “What the fuck did you do? What happened?” he asked as he flipped you over, so gently you were sure you’d already passed out and were now dreaming. Or maybe the blood loss was finally catching up to you and you were full-on hallucinating.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” you breathed, barely above a whisper, before losing consciousness in his arms.

Regaining consciousness was a slow, painful process. You’d come in and out of it a handful of times throughout the night, and flashes of what you’d seen before you lost it were coming to you in an almost dreamlike haze; terrifying images of the furious griffin, its blood-soaked talon shining in the setting sun as it reared back to strike you again, and warmer visions of Geralt, shirtless, running towards you with – could it be? – genuine concern in his eyes.

Now as the rising sun cast its glow across the room, you squinted painfully against the light. Your head felt as though it was full of cotton; heavy, and scratchy, and unnatural on top of your shoulders. Hesitantly, you ran your tongue over your teeth and were equal parts relieved to find them all there and disgusted at the acrid, mineral taste the blood left behind. Blinking slowly, you tried to bring up your hand to rub at your eyes, but stopped short as you felt the large bandage draped across your forehead.

Slowly, you started to register the other bandages, on your arms, your cheek, across your abdomen. Your eyes grew wide as you finally registered the man facing away from you in the far corner of the room. Geralt’s broad strong back was hunched away from you as he rifled through herbs and small glass vials looking for something. Inexplicably, you found yourself disappointed to see he’d put his thick black tunic back on. Horrified by that realization, you literally gagged, startling Geralt and pulling his attention squarely onto you.

His big dumb beautiful face was all hard lines as he looked you over, stern eyes flashing to meet yours before dropping back down to the vial in his hands. You couldn’t help be notice the way the muscles in in jaw rippled and tensed as he sighed. He was oozing disappointment and anger, and that infuriated you.

“Am I dead?” you ask, squinting at him a little theatrically as you squirmed and winced in your bed.

“No.” he practically growled, his body tense as he made his way towards you slowly.

“Oh,” you breathed, bringing your eyes up to his before adding, “this isn’t hell?”

To your immense satisfaction, his stern eyes widened into shock, but then something unrecognizable flashed across his features – wait, was he hurt?

“Why, because I’m here?” he shouted, as if in confirmation of your hunch, and slammed the damp cloth he’d been holding back into the basin.

“No, jackass,” you retorted, pleased that despite the position you were in, you still had some semblance of an upper-hand, “because a griffin fucking fileted me like a fish and some poor drunk is probably downstairs slipping in a pool of my blood right now.”

You’d kind of hoped that he’d laugh, or at least have a comeback geared up for you, but Geralt just stood there staring at you, his mouth in a tight line, nostrils flaring.

Uncomfortable by the intensity of his stare and the silence accompanying it, you decide to continue to poke the bear.

“Come on, what’s with the face, Geralt? Pissed I’m still alive? You know you could have just closed the door over my body, let nature finish the bloody job.”

“Fuck, no! Y/n!” he screamed, startling you out of the attitude you’d put on, “I’m pissed because you’re an impossibly difficult woman hellbent on killing herself! I’m pissed because you don’t seem to fucking care about what happens to you! You can’t keep doing this Y/N! Because one of these days you’re going to get hurt and you’ll be too far away from me and I won’t be able to fucking save you, again! I am pissed because I am losing my mind spending every god-awful day wondering if you’ve gone and gotten yourself killed! Fucking hell, woman! If you didn’t find me – I-if I wasn’t here, with these herbs – Damnit Y/N!”

You just sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You couldn’t believe it. You didn’t know what to say. This man, your nemesis, was in front of you pacing back and forth, breathing heavily, looking like a maniac. His nostrils were flaring more than the monster that almost killed you just yesterday. Part of you wanted to correct him and demand he never address you as ‘woman’ again, but his wild earnest eyes kept you quiet. My god… was he crying?

Before you could say anything, Geralt sighed gruffly, ran his large hand over his face and stormed out, mumbling something about needing to get you more water.

Left alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t stop yourself from spiralling. You’d expected him to be angry – hell, you wanted him to be angry! You’d humiliated yourself twice over, enraging him would ease the blow – but this was… different. He seemed genuinely concerned about you. And what was with his whole speech? He spent every day thinking about you? Worrying about you? There’s no way.

Sure, you thought about him daily, but that was out of spite! You hated the man! Why else would your heart race whenever you thought you spotted him in a crowd? Why else would you actively seek out the most dangerous contracts? What, like you were hoping these contracts would draw him out, and therefore, closer to you? As if!

Your ridiculous inner monologue was interrupted by Geralt’s return. The horrible brute knocked gently on the door before stepping inside, and your heart had the audacity to skip a beat.

Oh, you thought, fuck.

“I need to change the dressing on your wounds,” he grumbled, not meeting your eyes. You nodded wordlessly as he settled onto the chair next to you. You watched him work in silence, praying he would attribute your insane heartrate and flushed skin to a pain response from his work.

“Geralt?” you tried, chewing nervously on your cheek, as was just finished up with the last of your dressing.

“Hm?” he hummed, keeping his eyes cast down as he fussed with the bandage on the gash across your abdomen.

“Thank you… for saving me.”

He finally brought his gaze up to meet yours, but said nothing in return. He merely grunted in acknowledgment. You didn’t know why, but his silence in combination with his inscrutable gaze encouraged you to keep talking.

“I honestly only took this contract because I didn’t want you to have it,” you admitted bashfully.

“What the fuck? No one was taking it because they weren’t paying nearly enough! Hell, and you’re just a human,” he fumed, throwing up air-quotes as he said it, “so what – they offered you a third of nothing?”

Laughing lightly, you shoved him with your elbow, “they offered me three whole ducats!”

“Oh, wow,” he laughed, low and rumbling, “so a big pay day for you, eh?”

“Shut up,” you gasped as pain rippled through you with each peal of laughter, “knowing I could screw you over was payment enough!”

“Well congratulations are in order, you did manage to screw someone over,” he chided.

“Me,” you stated dryly, gesturing widely at your busted up body.

“You,” he echoed with a sigh that seemed to deflate him.

He suddenly looked so small, sitting there next to you. You watched him as clenched and unclenched his jaw, rubbing his large hands up and down his thighs – was he anxious? You mind raced as you felt his eyes travel slowly up your body. You held your breath as he worked up the nerve to finally bring his eyes up to yours.

The moment his eyes landed on yours, something shifted. Whatever had been lodged uncomfortably between the two of you all these years had finally clicked into place. This change, albeit small, was palpable. His eyes dropped to your lips and lingered there. He was looking at you like he’d never seen you before. Like he was afraid he might never see you again.

Without speaking, Geralt inched himself closer to you and reached a tender hand to tuck your hair behind your ears before cradling your face.

“You’re not allowed to die, do you hear me?” he whispered, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You gave him a quick nod and brought your hand up to his, nuzzling into the warmth of his palm before giving his hand a quick kiss.

“I need to hear you say it,” he begged, bringing himself even closer to you.

“I do,” you breathed, trying to sit up to bring your face closer to his. “I’m not going to die, not on your watch, but I’m also not quitting.”

“Y/N –”

“No! If I quit, you’d get lazy. Who’d push you? What would be your driving force?”

“Wow,” he scoffed, looking at you incredulously but fondly, “you’re so fucking arrogant.”

“And yet…” you said, quirking a brow flirtatiously as you pulled him closer by the collar.

“… and yet?” he murmured, letting himself be pulled closer to you. His eyes half-closed and his lips slightly parted.

“You love me.”

“I love you.”

And then he kissed you. His mouth claimed yours urgently but his hands were ever gentle, ghosting over your bandages and caressing your skin with a feather-light tenderness that would have brought you to your knees had you not already been bedridden. Any hesitation or doubt melted away under the heat of his touch as all those years of tension sprung apart catastrophically. The knot you had carried in your stomach unfurled into flittering fireflies, their heat traveling up your stomach to your chest as his hands worked their way into your hair.

You didn’t know when they’d fallen, but you let out a shaky laugh as Geralt kissed away the tears on your cheeks, his thumb swiping at the tears his soft lips failed to catch. Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against yours; his hands cupping your face as yours captured his.

Gods – this man was going to be the death of you.

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pinkteapotwriting · 3 years

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I’ve been thinking. I see a lot of dom!marauders or them being experienced. But what if it was the opposite? Like y/n is experienced and perhaps a dom, while the boys are virgins (or just had little experience)? it makes me all soft 🥺. Like Y/N could be their best friend/fifth marauder (whichever you choose), and they like ask her to be their first time and it’s all blushy for the boys (them being subs, a few tears of pain for them) go crazy! It’s been on my mind for weeks!

Marauders x Fem!reader

Warning : unprotected sex, cursing, Dom!reader, pretty chill I think, you know, for smut

Word count : 1830

Thanks for being so patient, I hope you like it cause it took me forever to do this. It's a bit heavy on the dialogue but oh well

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Surprise, surprise.

It was raining at Hogwarts. The Scottish countryside is taking on its usual demeanor of moisture in this season. Not that you minded, that just meant you got to spend the day with all of your favourite boys. You Sirius and James were giggling away in the corner while Remus was trying his best to ignore you all and read, but you figured you could peak his interest.

“Okay Pads, what’s your body count?”

“I’ve never killed anybody, but trust me Snivelus has come close.”

“No you dork, how many people have you slept with?”

“I’m not answering that!”

“I’m not gonna slut shame you Sirius.”

“He’s definitely not worried about being slut shamed Y/N” James snorted.

“Like you’re any better off than I am you prick.”

“Cut it out, there’s no need to call each other names. Are you both virgins then?”

“Well, yeah I guess.”

James was much more embarrassed than he needed to be.

“What about you Remmy, have you done anything at all?”

“Ask Sirius.”

“I already did ask Sirius!”

“Ask Sirius.”

“Oh my god why are you all so embarrassed there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just surprised is all. You guys are all really attractive and kind people so I never thought you’d be inexperienced and you’ve dated plenty of girls.”

Remus shut his book.

“Not that it’s any of your business Y/N but i’ve at least given or received a hand job or two before.”

“Why’d you tell me to ask Siri- ooooooooh.”

Sirius had his face in his palms.

“Can we change the subject please.”

James patted his shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s okay Pads. It’s not like the opportunity never arose, we were all just waiting for the right person.”

“Aw well I hope you find them soon, I care about you all so much and you deserve the world.”

Sirius was still groaning into his hands.

“She’s so fucking oblivious.”

Remus chuckled.

“Quite.”

Quite what? Confused definitely.

“I don’t understand.”

The room’s silence was overwhelming, until James took a deep breath and all eyes were drawn to him.

“Sirius and Remus obviously like each other and I’m not going to deny my attraction to either of them.”

“Then why don’t you-”

“It doesn’t feel complete. See we already found that someone, it’s you Y/N.”

“Really? You guys want me that way?”

James shrugged meekly.

“If you’ll have us.”

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I just never wanted to risk our friendship, but if you feel the same then I’d love to.”

Sirius’s head popped out.

“Right now?”

“Ha ha, no we don’t have to right now.”

“Well what are we waiting for, to get to know each other. I know James too well actually.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to probably the most level headed one, but Remus was giving you puppy eyes. You were so drawn to him you walked across the room and cupped his face with your right hand.

“What’s wrong honey?”

“Waited so long already, love. Don’t wanna wait any longer.”

“Jamie, do you want this too?”

“Yes please.”

“Such good manners baby, so I have everyone’s consent then?”

“Very much so.”

“Enthusiastic consent.”

“If you don’t do something I’m going to combust.”

You smirked at Sirius’s comment.

“You don’t get to combust until I say you do, understand?”

“Ooo scary.”

“So be it.”

You took hold of Remus’s hands and placed them on your hips.

“I know you’ll be a good boy for me Remus, won’t you?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded.

“I’ll be good for you Y/N.”

“I know you will Jamie. It’s Siri I’m worried about. Why don’t we show him what he’s missing out on? Lie back against the pillows for me, both of you.”

“What about me?”

“You can watch for now, learn how to follow their example.”

He huffed.

“Suit yourself.”

You knew your usual roles in the bedroom, so you were trying your best not to be too stern. But still, you needed to teach Sirius his place.

You lifted up the bottom of James' shirt and kissed his hip bone delicately. He got more and more ansty as you drifted your direction to the middle and down, and down, and down.

You very happily undid his belt and pulled off his pants. The state of his arousal was much more noticeable now.

“Can I suck your cock Jamie? Would you like that?”

“Yes please.”

“Good boy, Remmy can you spit on my hand please?”

You held your palm up to his mouth expectantly, but he seemed hesitant.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed sweetie, never for doing what I ask.”

He nodded and did what he was told and immediately you felt your clit throb. Having control over these three boys was certainly a power trip. Knowing you were the first person to make James tremble like this as you engulfed his cock expertly was definitely a turn on. As you bobbed up and down on James’ impressive cock, you rubbed the bulge in Remus’s trousers. The whines the two boys were making was truly music to your ears. You lifted with a pop.

“Alright Siri, are you ready to be good now?”

“Yes ma’am”

“Did you like what you were seeing?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Do you wanna try and make Remmy feel good?”

“I’ve never sucked-”

“I know, but I’m here to help you baby.”

You’ve never seen Sirius so nervous, so quiet.

“What I’m gonna get you to do first is what you do when you jerk Remmy off, Okay? Just spit on his cock and move your hand up and down alright?”

Remus shuddered as he watched Sirius in his submissive state.

“Good job Siri, look how happy you’re making Remmy. Now you can start by sucking the head, like this.”

James whimpered, and soon Remus was making the same noises. You placed your palm on Remus’s stomach to keep him from bucking his hips. Much to James disappointment you pulled away from him again.

“Okay Sirius, don’t forget to breathe through your nose and make sure you keep your teeth tucked behind your lips, there we go that’s it. Hollow your cheeks now too. How does that feel Remus?”

“F-feels good.”

“Yeah? Sirius is being such a good boy now. Is Siri gonna make you cum?

“Y-yes.”

You grabbed hold of Sirius’s curly locks and pushed him down farther, making him gag and tear up. The vibrations making Remus cum instantly. You pulled Sirius off once Remus started squirming at the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation.

“Did you swallow? Show Remmy.”

Remus groaned when he saw Sirius stick out his tongue, and you did too.

“Y/N”

James' voice was raspy.

“Yes baby?”

“Wanna make you feel good, wanna fuck you.”

“Want me to Ride you Jamie?”

“Please.”

“Okay, but since this is your first time you might not last that long alright?”

“That’s okay, Sirius can take over after me.”

“Alright well you lie back and I’ll take care of you. Sirius, you wait like a good boy and I’ll help you out in a second. If you want you can get Remus to suck you off while you wait. Teach him like I taught you.”

You were suddenly aware of how you were still wearing all of your clothes so you hopped off the bed to quickly strip them off and you found yourself smirking at the expression of pure need and desire on James’ face.

You straddled his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek before aligning his cock with your entrance. Inch by inch you and down on him as he clutched the sheets below him.

“This alright Jamie?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Perfect, can I move now?”

“Yes please.”

You raised your hips up, but before you could bring them back down James snapped his hips up to yours.

“James, fuck.”

But he didn’t seem to care, with one hand resting on your hip and one fondling your breast he kept his steady rhythm that was taking your breath away. Sirius and Remus were no longer enjoying their own pleasure, but enjoying the sight of yours. You reached down to rub your clit, but Sirius pulled your hand away and replaced it with his own.

“Like this Y/N?”

“Just like that baby, doing so good for me.”

Remus squeezed in between James and Sirius to suck on the tit that James wasn’t occupying.

“Boys- I’m gonna cum fuck-”

It’s funny how in public James could be such a little shit, but now all you saw was this wide eyed trembling figure that you got to take care of and fuck it sure was enticing especially when he said things like this.

“Please cum, wanna make you feel good Mommy please please please.”

“Fuck-”

As soon as you clenched around him as you hit your high James was spurting white hot cum into the depths of your pussy. Thank god for wizard contraceptives.

You didn’t really get to bask in the moment however, since Sirius was pulling you from James out of his own desperation. He had you lying on your back.

“I need you”

“I know I’ve kept you waiting for quite some time, go ahead love.”

Not that Sirius was significantly smaller than James, but he had an easier time going inside after you had come already. Your legs found their home wrapped around his waist as soon as he found his pace.

“Y/N, I don’t think I’m going to last long.”

“That’s okay love, this is about you. Be a good boy for me and cum whenever you need.”

“It’s kinda embarrassing though.”

You cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips to meet yours.

“No need to be embarrassed- Doing such a good job Siri your cock feels so good inside of me.”

He falls down to hold his weight on his forearms, moving even faster than before.

“M’close Y/N”

“Go on and cum baby, feels so good.”

He whimpered into your neck and you soothed him by stroking his hair. Eventually he did roll off from you, unfortunately.

“You guys never told me you were subs.”

“When I’m with Remus I’m a dom.”

“Makes sense, I’d quite like to see that actually.”

Remus cleared his throat.

“Does that mean we get to do this again cause I never actually got to-”

“Of course Remmy, it just kind of makes sense doesn’t it.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Yeah, I mean it didn’t take long for James to be calling you Mommy.”

“It’s kinda sweet though, has Remus ever called you Daddy?”

“Not yet, but I feel like we’re on the brink of something big here.”

Now Remus and James were looking at each other like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

You personally did not have any complaints; Sirius however would probably have some when you reminded him he couldn’t dom you though.

He’d have to learn the hard way.

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@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @midnightgremlin @weasleyposts @bluemoonyblurbs @emmaev @agalandhermarvelobsession

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 3 years

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(The Bad Batch) Preferences-Carving Pumpkins

(Author’s Note: Ahhh, I had so much fun writing these!!! I’m super excited for autumn, and I just needed an outlet involving our awesome squad

Warnings: Squash being butchered, pumpkin guts....Oh, and some smooching).

Wrecker:

“Hey, sweetie?” Wrecker asked, and you glanced up from your selection of pumpkins. He stood very still as his eyes flickered back and forth between two very large pumpkins that you were sure you wouldn’t be able to lift. He stroked his chin in contemplation.

“What’s up?” You folded your arms as you stood next to him.

“Which one looks bigger to you?”

You knelt down, dedicating several seconds to observing each pumpkin and taking mental measurements. They were nearly identical in size. “That’s a tough one. They both look the same size to me, but if I had to choose which one I thought was bigger-” you pointed “-I’d say that one.”

Wrecker stared at the pumpkin for a few moments before nodding. “Yeah,” he agreed slowly. “I’d say you’re right.” He immediately knelt down and set to work on cutting through the stem with his viroblade. Meanwhile, you had also reached a decision on a pumpkin, and asked your love if he wouldn’t mind picking it for you. Wrecker was happy to oblige, cutting the stem with his viroblade and gently handing the freed pumpkin over to you.

The others had already picked theirs and were heading over to the benches to clean and carve them. You and Wrecker carried your pumpkins over to the nearest empty bench, claiming your tools. Wrecker’s huge pumpkin took up half of the table.

“So what are you going to do with your pumpkin?” you asked as you cut through the top of your pumpkin and proceeded to clean out the insides.

“It’s a surprise!” he replied enthusiastically.

You lifted a brow, but smiled. “In that case, mine’s a surprise too.”

“How about we do a big reveal when we’re done?”

You nodded. “I like that idea.”

As you began to carve your design, it was hard not to notice the occasional chuckles and snickers as Wrecker set to work on his pumpkin. Every now and then, he’d take a few steps back to look at it, huff out another fit of laughter, and then return to the project. You were growing increasingly interested in what his would look like, but still kept your eyes on your own pumpkin. Finally, both of you finished your projects and got ready for the big reveal.

“Alright, on the count of three?” you prompted.

He grinned. “One...”

“Two…”

Both of you shouted, “three!” and spun your pumpkins around to face each other. At the sight of Wrecker’s pumpkin, you burst into laughter. It was a very silly face with big eyes and a wobbly smile, but it was carved so well, so precisely, it looked like a meme from the holonet.

“Okay, that’s funny.” You laughed.

“Yours looks good, ________!” he said, giving you a playful nudge.

“Thanks.” You turned to smile at him, and he pulled you into his strong arms. His breathing picked up as he leaned into your space for a tender kiss.

“I wanted to kiss ya’ so bad a few minutes ago,” he told you, “but I didn’t want you to think I was trying to sneak a peek at your pumpkin before it was ready.”

You returned the kiss, lingering over his lips for a moment as you murmured, “well, you don’t have to worry about that now.”

Crosshair:

“Will this work?” he asked for the third time, though there wasn’t an ounce of impatience in his tone.

“No, it needs to be more slender,” you decided with a shake of your head. “And maybe just a tad taller?” Crosshair backed away from the pumpkin he’d offered, eyes scanning the patch in search of one that better fit your description. He knelt down, pushing away some leaves to reveal a pumpkin that was taller and thinner than the other one.

“How’s this?”

You knelt down beside him, narrowing your eyes as you tried to picture how your design would look. It looked great in your mind. Now, it was time to make it reality. “Yeah, I think that’s the one.”

Crosshair unsheathed his viroblade and swiftly cut the vine, detaching the pumpkin and handing it to you. “There you go.” You accepted it sweetly, unable to resist kissing him in appreciation for the gesture. He hadn’t even questioned you on the design or complained once, only set to work on helping you find exactly what it was you wanted. You waited for him to choose a pumpkin, which was a shorter process, before the two of you walked over to the nearest bench.

You set to work on emptying the pumpkin of its guts, glancing over every so often to watch Crosshair at work. Once in a while, he’d catch your gaze and notice the mischievous smile that you tried so hard to hide.

He paused, straightening up from his task and fishing out a toothpick. “What?”

“Nothing,” you replied. “Oh, uh… Can I borrow one of those?”

He lifted a brow, but said nothing as he pulled out another toothpick and passed it to you across the table.

“Thanks, Cross.” You lowered your gaze, but it did nothing to hide the glint in your eye as you continued working on your pumpkin carving. Crosshair returned to his project, though he still kept an eye on you. At one point, he smirked at how absolutely giddy you looked.

Finally, your pumpkin was complete. You placed the last finishing touch, the toothpick, where it needed to be and stood back to admire it. Crosshair’s was done moments later.

“So, let’s see what we have here,” he said, motioning for you to show him. You grinned and turned the pumpkin around, revealing your handiwork. You had chosen the pumpkin’s shape with purpose. It was the perfect canvas to carve Crosshair’s face into it, complete with the crosshairs tattoo over its right eye and a toothpick sticking out of its mouth.

Crosshair exhaled sharply in amusement, his expression so cocky and strangely attractive as he shifted his stance. “That’s a handsome pumpkin,” he commented.

“Glad you think so,” you said. “What does yours look like?”

He chuckled, placing a hand on the top of his pumpkin to spin it around. It had your face, and it was well-carved too.

That’s a pretty pumpkin,” you told him with a growing smile. He met your gaze with amusement dancing in his.

“Glad you think so.”

Hunter:

Hunter cut your chosen pumpkin from the vine, handing it to you with care. “There you go, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you said.

While you had taken your time in picking out the pumpkin you wanted, he wasn’t choosy and ended up taking the one closest to yours for himself. Both of you went to one of the benches and set to work. Apparently, Hunter was more interested in the carving part. You paused to watch him take one of the tools and expertly cut the pumpkin open to remove the insides. You found yourself resting an elbow on the table as you observed the sergeant, your pumpkin nearly forgotten altogether in the moment.

Hunter caught your eye, smiling when he realized you’d been watching him. He twirled the carving tool between his fingers and gave a playful wink. Your face heated up as you pulled your pumpkin closer to your end of the table to begin working on it.

“Need some help?” he asked, mistaking your momentary distraction from your project as uncertainty.

“No, I’m good. I just needed a minute to think about my design,” you said, which was also true. “I’m not so helpless, Sergeant.”

The use of his title in such a playful tone made him chuckle. “Didn’t think you were, sweetheart. I just can’t help it.”

You rounded the bench to plant a kiss to his lips, and he welcomed your touch with arms going for your waist instantly. “I know,” you murmured, letting him know that you took no offense. “You’re just so used to helping everyone else. I like that about you.”

He exhaled, and there was no missing the slight tremble of his body. You pulled away and headed back to your side of the bench to continue carving your design. Every now and then, you couldn’t resist glancing over to watch Hunter skillfully carve the numbers “99” in a large aurebesh font into his pumpkin with the signature skull symbol at the top right.

“Your design,” he spoke up, peeking over. “Looks good, ________.”

“Why, thank you. I like your Bad Batch pumpkin,” you replied.

Tech:

“Are you certain this is the one you want?” Tech asked. You nodded at the chosen pumpkin, and he cut the vine to hand it over to you. “There you are, love.”

“Thank you, Tech,” you said.

“It is no trouble at all. Now, the trick will be finding the right one for myself.”

You knew how particular Tech could be about things, but you didn’t realize how seriously he would take the endeavor of selecting the “right” pumpkin. Even so, you waited patiently, your own pumpkin in hand, for several minutes as Tech browsed rows of the patch. You loved him for who he was, but it was hard to wait quietly anymore. At one point, you had to set down your pumpkin because it began to weigh heavily in your arms.

“What exactly are you looking for?” you asked. Perhaps you could help the process along.

“I’m looking for the pumpkin with the most aesthetic appeal- good color and symmetry are important.”

“Oh, okay.” You knelt down, pointing. “What about this one? It looks like the kind of pumpkin you’d see in a fall article on the holonet.”

He followed your gaze, adjusting his goggles. “I saw that one already. It is indeed a good pumpkin, but still not quite what I’m looking for.” You shrugged and kept looking, but none that you saw were even as nice as the first one you’d pointed out. Finally, you heard an exclamation from farther down the row.

“Ah, I found it.” Tech had been kneeling down to inspect it before making the commitment of picking it. He approached, leaning in to give you an apologetic peck on the cheek. “Sorry it took so long. Thank you for waiting.”

“It’s okay,” you chuckled. “I’m glad you’re happy with your pumpkin.”

Both of you went over to the benches to begin prepping the pumpkins for carving. The rest of the squad were nearly done with theirs already, but everyone was talking and joking around, so there was no rush. Tech chatted about varieties of squash for a few minutes as you worked. He paused every now and then to admire your design out loud and relocate some of the tools closer to your side of the bench since he had a tendency to hog them.

“Do you have everything you need?” he asked again.

You nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“Good, good.”

You walked over to his side of the table. “Do you mind if I look?”

“Not at all. Mind you, it’s not quite finished yet.”

You were amazed to see a little fall scene carved into the pumpkin, complete with a barn, a scarecrow, and a bare tree. “Wow, Tech! This is great.”

“It’s still not done,” he reminded, as if that should make you less impressed.

“It really looks great though,” you insisted, cupping his cheek and angling his mouth toward yours for an affectionate kiss. That seemed to get his attention, drawing it away from fussing over what he saw as an incomplete project. His eyes gazed at you softly through the large lenses, and his lips turned up in a smile.

“I’m having... fun,” he said, arm tightening around your waist.

“Me too.”

Echo:

Echo cut your pumpkin from the patch swiftly, passing it to you, before taking a short walk down the rest of the row. It wasn’t long before he found one that was decent-looking and knelt to cut the vine.

“How fun is this?” you asked happily, carrying your pumpkin as you walked beside him on the way to the benches.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a smile. “Me and the boys did this once on leave.” he chuckled. “Jesse got in trouble for throwing pumpkin innards at Fives.”

You laughed at the mental image. “That sounds like a good time.”

Echo shook his head, though a chuckle escaped his lips. “If Wrecker starts throwing pumpkin guts...”

“Knowing Wrecker, that very well may be a possibility.” The two of you got settled at the nearest empty bench. You glanced over to see Wrecker was indeed tossing some pumpkin insides in Crosshair’s direction, earning a grumbled “grow up, Wrecker” from his teammate. You stifled a laugh and set to work on emptying your own pumpkin. You and Echo worked side-by-side, absolutely content with the proximity despite bumping elbows often.

Your heart sped up while the rest of you felt simultaneously relaxed at his side. There was a happy calm that settled between you because you were simply together. Yet, every time he glanced your way with that sure gaze, it nearly made you shudder.

“Looking good,” he commented, pausing to get a better look at your nearly-complete pumpkin carving.

With lips curling into a smile, you asked, “Me, or the pumpkin?”

Echo chuckled. “Both.”

You leaned in to press a light kiss to your boyfriend’s jaw. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He seemed momentarily dazed from the unexpected gesture, but he soon looked at you with a mischievous glint. “Now, was that aimed at me, or the pumpkin?”

You laughed.

“I’m being serious,” he deadpanned. “Because if I misunderstood, then this next part will be very embarrassing for me.” He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in for a longer kiss, his lips caressing yours in a way that nearly made your knees buckle.

“So embarrassing,” you murmured teasingly. You separated to continue your projects, shoulders still touching. His pumpkin carving was a typical face with triangle eyes and a gaping smile, but it was done very well. “I like your pumpkin,” you said.

“Thank you, m’lady. I like your design too.”

“Thank you.”

Omega at the Pumpkin Patch: She takes the process seriously, spending quite a bit of time choosing the right pumpkin for what she had planned. The others were curious because she chose a pumpkin that was much wider than it was tall, and she kept it angled away from the group as she worked. Anytime someone would venture over to check her progress, she’d quickly stand up in front of it to block the view.

After she finally beamed and announced she was done, everyone gathered around to see she had carved an image of the entire squad into the pumpkin.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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golden days

GOLDEN DAYS ; what it’s like dating Inarizaki’s golden boy

NOTE. kita shinsuke is amazing. he’s perfect. yeah, that’s it. i love him.

[THE FIRST MEETING.]

“I look forward to working with you!” You bow deep as a greeting, hands trembling as they wrap around the test packets. You’ve recently been appointed as the class assistant to help him balance his duties, whatnot being class president and captain of the volleyball team and whatnot. Kita Shinsuke is one of the most impressive students in your school without a doubt, and to be chosen as his assistant, the pressure is quite closing to choking you.

Gosh, you haven’t even ironed your vest down today.

With a grimace, you pat your skirt down in hopes to make yourself more presentable when he hums, silently taking the heavy stack of papers from you.

“I look forward to working with you as well,” his voice is smooth, cool, and gentle like going to a sunny beach on a cold day. It’s both chilling and warming at the same time, and you stare up at him with wide eyes. “Follow me. I’ll help you take this to the faculty room.”

“Oh, y-yes!”

You don’t miss the way he carries more packets compared to your load, but he doesn’t mind. Years of playing volleyball definitely gained him some strength in those muscles. Unable to help it, your lips tug upwards in a smile as you fall into step beside him, feeling weirdly giddy that he doesn’t seem to be that scary, after all. You both keep to yourselves all the way there, a comfortable silence stretching over.

Usually, you prefer noise filling in the gaps to avoid awkward moments, but with Kita, its appreciated, peaceful even. You welcome it wholeheartedly, that warm blossoming feeling erupting all over your chest even as you made it back to your classroom.

You fidget at the doorframe, wondering if you should say thank you or see you at the meeting after class, hands fiddled with one another while your eyebrows pinch together.

What can you say to Kita Shinsuke?

He beats you to it as he passes you by, his hands faintly grazing against the pads of your knuckles as he tries to fit himself through the door with your body blocking his way. “Thank you,” Kita nods politely, “I’ll talk to you later again in the meeting.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” you stammer, ignoring the loud beating of your heart. Could it just be you, or was there a spark of electricity when his skin came into contact with yours?

[THE FIRST STUDY SESSION.]

“Ugh,” you groan before falling onto the book right in front of you. Kita sits next to you, completely unbothered as he keeps studying his notes, his focus as unwavering as him. “Kita, I don’t understand a single thing.”

“Hmm, which part don’t you get?”

Your groan grows louder as you turn your head to the side, about to complain that proverbs just weren’t your thing, only to stop and flush heated. Kita’s leaned closer to you, unbothered by the lack of space or the fact that he’s close enough you could count his lashes, both bottom and top row. His eyes skim over the messy scrawls of your notebook, humming to himself before nodding.

“That one’s easy. I can teach you that,” Kita scoots closer, his pen spinning in his pretty fingers before he sees your quivering lips, cheek bitten inside your mouth. “What’s wrong?”

Of course he doesn’t know!

“Nothing at all!” you sit back up, spine straight and clearing your throat awkwardly. You make sure to keep your gaze averted from his the whole time, nails dug into your skirt as you pray to whoever diving being that he won’t get to hear the pumping of your heart in this proximity. “Oh yeah, I don’t understand this part. You get it though, don’t you?” That’s a rhetorical question – what exactly didn’t Kita know? – you can’t help yourself from asking just to hide your nervousness.

“Yes. It should be easy. Now, take a look at this passage…”

Although it’s your idea to join the volleyball captain the moment you saw him studying by himself in the library, you found to regret it afterwards. You couldn’t focus on a single thing at all, not when his fingers are so slender and pretty as they point to words blurring over the paper, his scent both calming and intoxicating.

You offer mindless nods every now and then, though his words enter one ear and out into the other. Minutes pass – maybe it’s even been an hour – you don’t really know.

Kita closes your books shut with a sigh, a sound he only makes when really tired. You panic and ready yourself to apologize for being such a burden when Kita closes his eyes, his chuckles soft and a little teasing as he shakes his head. “You didn’t understand a single thing, did you?”

Caught red handed.

There’s no point lying now that he’s easily seen through you, and your shoulders deflate, head ducked in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I was just distracted.”

“I know,” although his voice is nonchalant as ever, Kita is hiding a smirk and blushing cheeks behind the palm of his hand. He reaches over to get another book, English this time around; a subject you’re better at than he is, as a silent way of saying now it’s your turn to teach him. “Next time, focus on the lesson instead of staring my face, yeah?”

[THE FIRST HAND HOLDING.]

Life has been so sweet and golden ever since you and Kita started dating.

It’s honestly still so hard to fathom that Kita actually likes you – likes you enough to date you! Steam is pouring out your ears and your lips won’t stop shaking as you fight back a smile, in complete disbelief that Kita is walking right beside you, handsome and sweet as ever as you guys go out on your first date. He’s been the one to ask you out but lets you choose where you want to go anyway, but being the flustered, nervous mess you are, you just blurt that a walk in the park is nice.

You snicker at yourself while the memory replays. Walk in the park? What are you two, dogs?

Just thinking about makes you turn your head to the side, chin planted on your shoulder as you grimace. Kita doesn’t seem too bothered, but then again, he’s always been hard to read.

You gasp a little when Kita suddenly holds your shoulders, blinking rapidly as he switches positions with you. His face is blank, nodding once upon seeing you’re on the other side of the sidewalk now while he’s closer to the road. It’s such a respectful, polite act that isn’t even romantic at all, but you can’t help but smile anyway, giggling to yourself while Kita shoves his hands down his pockets.

“Something funny?”

“Nope,” you say with the ‘p’ popping, “Nothing at all.”

He raises a brow in question, but doesn’t pry further. You’re swinging your arms side to side, perhaps a little too giddy that you’re with him until your hand is rendered motionless. Brows furrowing, your gaze lands on the sudden warmth spreading all over you.

Kita is holding your hand, his thumb gently forming circles over yours.

If you were feeling giddy before, your eyes are pumping heart eyes now. It dawns on you that your hands are shaking and embarrassingly sweaty, soft against his rough ones, and you try to pull away to rub the sweat onto your skirt. Kita doesn’t give you the chance and tugs you closer instead until your forehead knocks onto his shoulder, making the docile guy snicker.

“Something funny?” you taunt this time around, using your other hand to rub at your sore forehead. He’s a lot muscular and firmer than you thought, making you look like a soft marshmallow in comparison. You don’t hate it though – if anything, it just makes you happier.

Kita notices this written all over your face as he smiles, leaning close until he’s looking at you in eye-level. “Nope,” he repeats, “Nothing at all.”

[THE FIRST KISS.]

Your hands are gripping Kita’s jacket so hard you fear you’ll break it. His hands are gentle and tender as they grip your waist, his little sighs into your lips enough to break you. Your eyes are shut tight, warm lips above his moving cautiously as to not weird him out even though he’s the first one that leaned in.

In your nervousness, your knee beside his body slips farther to the side until you’re falling from his grasp. You gasp at the sliding sensation as you pull away from Kita, hands clutching his clothes while you fall.

Kita, fast and careful as ever, simply places a solid hand flat at your back, wasting no time to bring you back into his lips again. This time around, he’s no longer soft, dominant even as he places you firmly above his lap, hands strong and wrapped around your waist.

You moan when Kita slips his tongue in, tasting the strawberry lollipop you were sucking earlier, the sweetness of it earning you a low groan from him as a reward.

At this point, your heart is about to combust. His hands are everywhere, lips and tongue tasting every inch and spot of yours like he’s been dying to have a taste this whole time. Your confidence grows the longer and harder he kisses you, hands moving up to his shoulders then to his jaw, cupping his face to press your lips harder against his.

Kita smiles into the lip-locking, bending his head sideways to kiss you deeper, his large hand now lingering at the back of your head. Faster than you would like, Kita pulls away, his eyes hazy with something unreadable – something different than what you usually see from him.

His lips are red and moist, and you breathe harder at the thought that your usual composed boyfriend is tethering at the edges because of you.

It makes you wonder just what else you could do to fluster him and bring out more different sides of him, but as always, Kita is one step ahead of you, your recent thoughts an old and never-ending plan of his.

“I love you,” he blurts out, rendering you speechless one more time. When you groan in embarrassment and hide your face in his chest, Kita laughs, the sound a heart warming one as if he isn’t enjoying how fun it is to tease you. Nevertheless, he only tightens his hold around you, pushing you over the edge again and prompting your heart to do unhealthy back flips the moment he kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”

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secretbangtnn · 3 years

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Best Of Me| Two

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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notes ~ I did it!!! Omg im so happy I finished it, hopefully the next one are going to come sooner. The first chapters are going to be with a baby oc - im sorry if its boring, but after it we can start with the real plot, the things are gonna get dark. Hope that you will like it, and remeber to give me some feedback - im whore for a comments and ask and beside they motivate me very much

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Cries everywhere. Sobbing so loud that all the birds disappeared from their little birdhouse outside the window. And as funny the view was, a big ball of stress and nerves started collecting itself in the rather calm manor. Reason of all this mess was just one, so easy to notice.

“Jungkook!” Just like a ball of nerves now the big ball of dirty blankets and clothes hit the young vampire, making him stumble a little. Obvious disgust on his face with a piece of distaste on his tongue which just a second ago had been caused by the same thing he now fisted in his hands.

“You didn’t have to throw it at me!” Barked Jungkook staring at the broad shoulders of his oldest brother. Child now a little calmer, however still sobbing slightly, keeping the atmosphere at bay.

“You have brung the kid so you will hold the things he made. Be happy that I'm not forcing you to change the diaper instead.”

Disgust on all of their faces is now being something normal, having kids in the same room as them, definitely does not go well with hundred years old vampires. The only one without a gag reflex seems to be Seokjin, acting like a pro mother, just after her 3rd pregnancy with the next on the road. However all of them agreed with the statement that it was all but Jungkook's fault, which came with consequences for said boy.

Thus now sitting on the couch, five of the ramaing vampires, looked with a bored expression at the panicked and nearly vomiting jungkook. Youngest of them always had a soft stomach, never being the one to clean after disasters, forcing people to basically clean after him, and maybe that's why all of them felt such a satisfaction upon them while staring at the shitty situation.

Literally shitty.

Stumbling a little from the intense smell, Jungkook started to try getting rid of the used diaper in his hands, holding it with his fingers dingling it as far from his face as he could. Maybe the smelly object was not the only thing that should be named like a feces, knowing that a person who should just throw the diaper away, purposefully walked closer than intended to a couch with older vampires, stumbling not that accidentally and making the thing in his hand fly straight to a lap of a reading Namjoon.

A moment of silence, only lasting for a short second. Namjoon was never the one to shout or get mad, rather prefering to act calm and well put together, believing in a peace making and solutions not requiring usage of violence but when the heavy baggage on his lap suddenly started to warm his lap, he completely crushed his persona as well as book in his hands.

“Ups...hehe.” Jungkook laughed awkwardly, knowing well his fate. Doe eyes looked at the tall man, standing a little farther than him, just behind the couch. Jaw tightened so were the hands, keeping the last strings of calmness that were floating on very dangerous water.

“Listen, before you actually do something think of the time when you destroyed my ps4 and

I did not even complain.” Hands just before him similar to the way you would to with a wild animal, and in Jungkook's opinion, it was not that far from the truth, observing how Namjoons jaws nearly crushed from the tension.

“Okay okay, we all need to calm down, It was just an accident.” Cut in red head, standing in the middle of the war zone. It was stupid idea, definetly not the brightes of the sunny vampire, even if it came from the good intentions. Hoseok, just like an innocent child that got stuck in a big people argument, was the one that got hurt in the end.

And everybody knew that when Hoseok gets mad it's the extremity that anyone in this room is scared to experience once again. There is silent agreement between the rest of the brothers that was made after one of Hoseok's outburst, promising that no matter what the devil can’t come out.

The apple of discord laying now upon redhead’s feet, innocent like a little kitten that just waits to be petted, but in this case it wasn neither a fluffy ball of fur and definitely not something that should be touched.

Silence so loud, banging in their ears with an uneven breath. Second after second, rest that were not included in the middle, counted sitting on their heels with nerve wracking feelings.They stared as Hoseok’s shoulders rose and went down with each puff of air from his flared nostrils, neither of them dared to move, preferring to stay in a safe zone.

Just as red headed one wanted to take his first kill, a loud laugh echoed in a room, coming from a little child in Seokjin's arms, that probably just came back from being cleaned up. A fresh smile on its face, eyes sparkly looking straight at the scene.

“What are you doing, idiots?” Asked Seokjin, a visible vein on his forehead, sticking out under his free hand that now pinched a bridge of his nose. His eyes catching a glimpse of the used diaper, right on his favorite carpet. “You had one thing to do, one thing Jungkook.”

“It was an accident I swear on my ps4!” He tried explaining, shaking his arms. Seokjin saw to much lived too long to believe it, everybody knew it but even than they acted like bunch of idiots when something like this happen.

“Namjoon destroyed it, you said it yourself.” Spoke Jimin, sitting on a couch with a happy smile, pleased with himself. Younger's head immediately halted in his way, a look of betrayal on his face.

“You midge…”

“I don’t care, just clean it up, in the meantime me with the little snack are going to cook something, right my little cutie?” Cuted the older while caressing the child in his arms, turning his voice in a baby one. And just like this the scene came to the same point, the only difference was that neither Namjoon or Hoseok were in the room, probably running away as fast as Sekojins came.

Jungkook sighed, squatting down to take care of the said thing. Again the disgust and a feeling of nausea hitted him with a side giggles of his blonde haired brother.

Going into the kitchen he spotted the child that looked at him as soon as he appeared. Little smile and sweet laugh, making him soft and mushy for a while.

“I hope you know that you gave us a big problem with bringing a human child there.” Seokjin spoke, not looking from a cutting board, himself to immersed in said action

Jungkook knew, earlier thinking of it like a mere action, something that they can get rid of as fast as a lollipop wrapper. But it was not, and now looking at the kid, he realized how his careless behaviour could weigh down not only on his family but the whole society of vampires.

“I’m-”

“Don’t just apologize, we need to take care of it as fast as we can, in the meantime doing everything to not harm it. If someone finds out it’s going to be a bigger problem, probably even straining the relationship with human - and that’s something we do not want.” Cuted older, in the end turning around pointing the sharp knife on Jungkook.

It was true, the delicate stattlement between those two societies is still new, fresh and hot, ready to burn anyone's fingers, anyones who is to carless. The today is a better world, something that all of the brothers know, remembering dark times - some of them being not older than mere hatchling then. World was a dangerous place to live in, vampires hunting humans, humans hunting vampires, a competition that never got settled, and they hope it never will.

“Try feeding it and come to the living room after you are done. We will discuss the next actions - good luck.” A little wink at the end, Seokjin wiped his hands off on the way patting the younger's back, harder than normally.

“Wait what?! You are not being serious right now, right?” Asked confused Jungkook, fastly turning around to an already disappearing figure. Cold sweat on his body as he looked at the smooth face of the older, that defended a flying kiss to his shocked self. “Why can’t you do it?”

“I can. But the human seems to take a liking to you.” And how absurd it sounded, the baby really looked at Jungkook like some god, sparkly eyes always following his bigger figure.

“Seokjin! Don’t leave me please, I can’t do it.”He whined, looking for the said man, to his luck he was nowhere to be found. It was going to be alright - he tried to believe in those words now clutching baby spoon, that he was sure they did not have, and a mashed food, looking more like dog food than actual meal.

His Eyes staring right into the sparkly and to obnoxious happy, making him even more irritated. In the end, Jungkook hated little children, being and acting like one himself

Little hands stretching towards him with a toothless smile on the side, getting bigger as Jungkook came closer. That was it, taking a big breath he come to the other side of the table - almost touching the stool where the human sat. Ready and determined to get the task done, treating it similar to a quest in the game, he took the little spoon with some of the smashed food, and started to get closer to the child's mouth.

And as the brothers again started to live their normal life, thinking that at least for now, everything is settled, a very obvious squeal shook the while house.

“HYUNG!...IT WANTS TO TOUCH ME! GET IT AWAY, GET IT AWAY!”

___

All of them now sitting on the couches and armchairs, taking nearly all of the space. Some of the observing the crawling baby with prominent couriousty some of them with disgust even fear, not knowing what future the baby will bring.

Namjoon although feeling the little distaste, knew or better had a plan with what to do.

Smile on his lips not reaching his eyes, however stumbling on the way of eye contact with some of his brothers.

“Okay so, definitely we need to do something with...this.” Said Jimin, look on his face full of distress and disgust resting on the child, that as if it knew of Jimin’s attention looked back full of giggles and reaching hands.

“That is obvious, we can’t keep human child.” Barked Yoongi, the one which rather prefered to stay quiet in those metters.

“Jungkook should take care of it, It’s not my fault he is to stupid to not question a left human on a doorstep.” Smug smile now on Jimin's face, as he gave the side glance to the said male, happy with triggering the younger temper.

“As If you woul…”

“Okay we get it Jimin, it was Jungkook's fault, but still it can affect us all, so try to be at least a little bit helpful or shut up” Interrupted Seokjin staring at both of them in turn. The oldest obviously tired of all of the drama, massaging his scalp, to relieve the tension a little. “Let's start one by one, any ideas?”

Silence, a loud silence throwing the tension to the already burning fire. Seokjin's vein once again appeared on his forehead, making Jungkook nearly knock from a terrifying sight of it. It was pulsating, green and bumpy.

“Maybe let’s put it back?” Asked the quiet voice, Sekojin ready to snap at the stupid idea thinking that some of the youngers don’t know limit of the unfunny jokes, only to find innocent eyes of Hoseok.

“That’s … well that is AN option, thank you Hoseok - keep it up. Any other ideas?” Seokjin’s hands molded into a thump, giving the tired smile to Hoseok, knowing of his still busing nerves.

“Why are we even trying so hard, throw it away i say.” Jimin mumbled while staring at the little child going his way, quickly putting his feet on the couch, scared of a chance of being touched by the human.

Tired sight left mouth of the olders, his vein fading a little - to Jungkook luck, and his hands now clenching his blonde lock. He was helpless, disappointed in his brother's ideas and intelligence. He was sure that, that was indeed an end, his family will be arrested for keeping human, and vampires are going to lose a peace they fighted for.

Everything because Jungkook wanted to take unfamiliar child to their house.

“What about the orphanage that opened like one month ago, can’t we just leave it there?” Cuted Namjoon, making everyone snap their head. Seokjin nearly crying, wanting to kiss his brother as much as choke him for his slow process of thinking.

“Couldn’t you say earlier?!

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