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2-guns-b1tch · 10 months

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Talk To Me

Arkham! Riddler × FemaleReader

🔞Minors DNI!!!

This is my first fanfiction about Riddler and I am very excited to be writing about him because I am obsessing about everything relating to Batman! Some dialogues will be based on Arkham Asylum and Arkham Knight tapes. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

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CHAPTER 1/ A03

The ticking of the clock is the only sound that fills the room. You keep your eyes fixed on the pointer, anxiety consuming you inside. At any moment your patient would arrive. At any moment, Edward Nygma, better known as the Riddler, would be brought into his therapy session with you.

You can't help but blink with the brightness of the ceiling lights. No windows at sight, just four concrete walls around you. Everything was too cold and artificial, too distant from coziness. The therapy room felt more like an interrogation room. It was clear why no patient would open up during the sessions.

Your hand closes around your left forearm and you feel the familiar urge to scratch the skin there. Instead, you breathe deeply a few times until your mind is clear, preferring to poke the cuticle of your nails.

Your eyes turn again to your files, studying the name “Edward Nygma" written in large letters on the cover. You flip through the pages quickly, checking if you hadn't forgotten anything.

You shake your head, closing it. That was just nervousness trying to speak louder than reason. You were ready, you had studied for days, you prepared the sessions carefully. You needed to be confident, even more so in the presence of someone like Nygma. You couldn't show weaknesses.

A siren sounds as the heavy metal door opens and you move your gaze in his direction, watching as Nygma was escorted by a guard to the chair in front of you.

Despite the prisoner's clothing, the chains around his wrists, and the fact that he was accompanied by a guard, he was far less intimidating than you thought.

He didn't resemble the man you'd read about. He might tower over you with his height, but his slender silhouette wasn't particularly threatening. His brown hair was a little messy and a pair of glasses landed on his nose.

Nygma didn't look like the monster people described. No psychotic gaze or evil laughter. In fact, he had a bored expression on his face, slightly annoyed, as if he didn't want to be there.

"Thank you, sir," you say to the guard as Edward sits down. "You can go now."

"Are you sure, Doctor? He can be very difficult sometimes," you notice how Nygma rolls his eyes. "Won't you need help?"

"No, I have everything under control and I want Mr. Nygma to be comfortable during our session."

"Alright, then. You have 30 minutes." The guard warns before leaving, the door lock being triggered after it is closed.

Even though you're locked in the same room as one of Gotham's most dangerous men, you don't feel fear. You almost wanted to laugh at your foolishness. Edward was just a man. He was palpable, made of flesh, bone and blood just like you. Of course he had done bad things, but that could be solved with medical treatment, which is why you were there.

You smiled at him, your fingers entwined in front of you. "Good morning, Mr. Nygma. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," you say in a gentle tone, saying your name next. "I'll be your therapist in the next few months, so we'll see each other quite often."

He settles against the metal chair. "Of course it's a pleasure to meet me, Doctor. It's not often you can meet someone with my intellect," he huffs a laugh. "And I don't imagine we'll see each other that often, most of the therapists I've met here have lasted two weeks. Apparently their small minds can't handle a mind such as mine."

You just nod your head, writing on your clipboard the words "self-centered?", "narcissist? " and "megalomaniac?". You had started well.

"First I would like to make it clear that this is a safe space, Mr. Nygma. You have the freedom to say what you have in your mind, but if you don't feel comfortable, you have every right to remain silent. I'm here to help you."

He crosses his arms, the chains tinkling with the movement. "Oh, Doctor. You don't have the ability to help me, and besides, I don't need help from anyone. But it's still adorable that you try."

You cross out the question marks, putting an exclamation at the end of each word.

"It's a shame you think like this, Mr. Nygma. Everyone needs help sometimes."

"Why would I need help from someone below me? You're totally misguided if you think anyone will ever make it to my level.”

"Well, since you don't need my help at the moment, I'd like you to help me with something then."

Edward raises an eyebrow in his direction. "You need... my help?"

"You see," you grab his file, pretending to look for something in particular. "What I've read about you is very superficial, I'd like you to help me understand a few things."

"I'm usually the one asking the questions, but... Go on." He was still distrustful, but at least it looked like you had caught his attention.

"Here it says that you have vast knowledge about engineering and computing, and for a period of time you were a member of the Cybercrime Division of the GCPD. That's impressive."

"I'm aware of my genius, thank you. But your point is?"

"Well, what drives a brilliant man like you to throw that away?"

"Throw it away?" he tosses his head back in a laugh, as if there's a joke only he's aware of. "I didn't throw anything away, Doctor! That place limited my abilities, trapped me with fools. Gotham needed my help, so that's what I did."

"What exactly did you do, Mr. Nygma?"

"I don't expect you to understand, but Gotham has a long history of corruption, older than you and me," Edward stands up, the chair creaking behind him. You try to keep your face relaxed, showing concern would make him think he has some power over you. "The people in power are all stupid. I just wanted to improve the city’s standing, trim it of its corrupt and worthless politicians! That was my plan until the Bat showed up and ruined everything." He sits up again, his shoulders slumped.

"I plan to talk about Batman in our next sessions, for today, I just want to talk about you." You quickly jot down the name of the vigilante, circling it several times. That would be a sensitive topic, but very important to Edward's journey.

"Do you need me to clarify anything else about me, Doctor?" Nygma asks with sarcasm in his voice, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"It also says here that your last name used to be 'Nashton'. Why did you decide to change it?"

"I thought it was obvious, but I suppose not everyone thinks like me. You see, in addition to matching my new persona, it's also a wordplay. Edward Nygma abbreviated is E. Nygma."

"Very clever, but is there no reason beyond that? Don't you get upset about having to lose your father's last name? Usually people tend to have an attachment to these things."

For a second, his eyebrows furrow and he looks away. Maybe that reaction had to do with the mention of his father, or it might be nothing, but you needed to dig deeper.

Edward clears his throat. "No, those are the only reasons."

You write "Troubled childhood? Difficult relationship with parents?". If Edward wasn't ready to open up yet you wouldn't push him, preferring to save those hypotheses for the next sessions.

"Thank you for being so understandable so far, Mr. Nygma. Now, I'd like to know how your staying here in Arkham is going."

"Please, Doctor. If your questions are over you don't need to make small talk with me. I'd even appreciate it if this ended soon."

You shake your head. "I need to know if you're being treated well here. The therapy won't work if you're in a troubled environment."

"You're new here, aren't you?" And you’re very naive too, apparently," he leans in your direction, whispering like he's telling you a secret. "This is Arkham, Doctor. As long as the degenerates and crazy are out of sight of Gotham's good citizens, then that's no one's problem anymore. And the worst part," his fists clench on the table. "It's that they think I deserve to be here! A genius like me trapped among savages! Nobody cares."

"That's not true, Edward," you place your hand over his. "I care."

Edward pulls away from your touch as if it burned him. "Don't touch me!" he screams. "You think your compliments may deceive me, but you're just like the others. Don't lie to me!"

You knew that the guards were watching everything through the security camera and if the patient lost control you had to follow the protocol and press a button under the table for them to come and control him. But if someone intervened you would lose any chance of gaining Edward's trust.

"Please calm down, Edward. I understand your distrust, but I just want to help you," you raise your hands but don't move closer, keeping your voice calm. "Forgive me for touching you without your permission, I've crossed the line. That's not going to happen again."

His chest rises and falls in deep breaths, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes seem lost, wandering quickly around the room but never stopping at you.

"Tell me about your routine. What do you usually do during the day?" you ask, trying to regain his attention.

"I-i," he swallows dryly, moving his eyes to your face. "They bring them meals to my cell. I can only go out to take showers and during some hours for socializing."

"Do you talk to the others patients?"

"No, I don't waste my time with any of these brutes. They don't have anything interesting to say." His confident mask comes back again, an attempt to take control of the situation. At least he seemed to be calming down a bit.

"And the guards, do they treat you well? It's important that you feel safe."

"Safe? No one feels safe in here, Doctor. But at least they don't hit me, if that's what you want to know."

You check the clock on the wall, realizing that the time limit had already passed.

"All right, our session ends here, but if anything happens, I need you to tell me. Your well-being is one of my priorities."

He laughs, shaking his head. "It's stupid that you think you have any control in here. But if you insist, I'll keep you updated."

You smile sincerely at him. "Thank you, Edward. That's very important to me. Until next session."

He doesn't say goodbye when the guard comes to pick him up, but keeps his eyes on you until he leaves, as if he's searching for something. Something hidden inside you.

——

The sound of your heels echoes down the hallway as you walk toward Director Quincy Sharp's office. Since the Arkham Asylum had reopened all new staff had to make monthly updates on their progress to their superiors and you were no exception.

Luckily the session with Nygma ended on time, since you had to take the longest route to get to Sharp's office.

For some reason your access card only allowed you to circulate through some areas of the asylum, so you ended taking longer travels, but safer. Well, at least that's what the guards told you.

You stop in front of the office door, taking a deep breath before knocking on it.

Sharp's ever-solemn voice sounds behind it, telling you to come in. You push open the door, realizing that Dr. Young was already there as well.

Quincy Sharp's office didn't fail to give you goosebumps. The dim light cast shadows on the room, making it even darker. A woody, antique smell lingered on the furniture, and beyond that, the Director's portraits and statues made you feel watched, as if their eyes were following you. And people thought Nygma was self-centered.

You offer them a small smile, but both the Director and Dr. Young maintain a professional and serious expression. The air in the room feels heavy, almost suffocating.

Even though you were there a few times you couldn't help but curl up against the chair, the skin of your forearm tingling underneath your lab coat.

Quincy clears his throat before he starts speaking. "Glad you've arrived, Doctor. Dr. Young and I were talking about you. Tell me, how is your experience here at the asylum?" the smile on his face is almost gentle, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, like it was something rehearsed.

You clasp your fingers over your lap, trying to ignore the urge to dig your nails into your arm. "It's has been very educational, Mr. Sharp. I thank you immensely for the opportunity."

As much as Arkham had a reputation for dealing with Gotham's most dangerous criminals, you were lucky to have been hired, especially since you didn't have as much experience on your resume. After all, you wanted to help people, that's why you had majored in psychology, so you would do your best no matter where you were.

And even though your superiors were a little distant and cold, you had clung to Dr. Young. She was the head of research at the asylum, a genial woman who could even be kind at times. You were lucky that she decided to take you under her wing as a pupil, guiding you through her research and discoveries. You hoped to be like her one day.

You keep going. "The staff are great and my fellow therapists have been very helpful, but... I have some complaints."

Sharp's thoughtful gaze falters for a second, but the smile remains on his face. Beside him, Dr. Young settles into her chair.

"And what would it be exactly?" Quincy asks.

"Well, I haven't had a chance to get to know the rest of the asylum yet. My card is restricted to only a few spaces and I would very much like to see the patient area." You explain.

You hated how ungrateful you felt. After everything Dr. Young had done, you looked like a child having a tantrum.

Deep down, you know this guilt is ridiculous. In addition to decreasing your walking time, you needed to check for yourself the rooms and the living areas. Even though many there had committed horrific crimes they still deserved to be treated as people, the patients needed a stable environment to improve.

Dr. Young shakes her head, placing a hand on your shoulder. "At the moment it's not possible. The asylum is overloaded with patients and it would be dangerous to walk through some areas."

"I understand, but if only I could make a quick visit. It can be in the living areas or-”

Quincy interrupts you with a wave of his hand. "Please, Doctor," his voice sounds more serious and firm, his gaze fixed on you "don't insist on it. This would be reckless and would likely cause turmoil among the inmates. And we don't want that, do we?"

You swallow dryly, shaking your head. "No sir, I'm sorry. I just wanted to get to know the asylum better." A warmth spreads across your face and you stare at your own hands like a child who has been scolded.

"Don't worry, you'll have that chance," Dr. Young says. "Why don't you tell us about your first session with Mr. Nygma?"

"Oh, of course," you take a deep breath, "Well, let's see. He definitely has a megalomaniac complex, like you said, and despite having some violent tendencies, I think he has a great chance of recovering."

"I think the best decision would be to end his obsession with riddles." Dr. Young suggests.

"That's the right thing to do," Sharp says. "He's been leaving some threatening riddles on the walls of the asylum. We don't know exactly where he gets the materials to do that."

"Maybe we could try to redirect his interest. Puzzles and riddles are a very important part of Nygma, to take that away from him would be cruel." You argue.

"These riddles of his have brought nothing but trouble to people. We should nip this evil in the bud as soon as possible." Sharp punctuates his argument by tapping his finger against the hard surface of the table.

As much as you have several arguments going through your mind, the oppressive environment of the room doesn’t allow you to say anything at the moment. You decide to save your ideas for another time, when you could talk to Dr. Young alone.

"That's all I have to say for now. I'll have other sessions with Nygma soon and will bring new updates." You explain, wishing you could finally escape.

"Alright then, you are dismissed," Sharp says. "Have a nice day, Doctor."

You let out a heavy sigh as the door closes behind you.

You stare into your own hands, noticing a slight tremor in them. You need to clench your fists, breathing deeply to try to contain the nervousness in your chest.

It's almost comical how a simple meeting with your bosses has this effect on you, while talking to a criminal makes you less anxious.

——

You finally get home, sighing in relief after spending hours stuck in traffic.

Before you can turn on the lights, excited meows greet you with joy as Meg rubs herself against your legs.

"Hello, love," you take her in your arms, letting her nestle her head against your cheek. "Sorry for leaving you alone for so long, today was a long day."

Your keys clink with each turn you make on the three locks of your door, passing the bolt last. Even if you had enough money to live in a safe neighborhood, Gotham was still a dangerous city and it was better to be safe than sorry.

You finish taking off your lab coat, leaving it in the hanger next to the entrance.

"Are you hungry?" You ask, walking Meg to the kitchen and putting her on the countertop.

She meows insistently, excited at the idea of food. "I know, baby. Mommy is a monster for starving her baby." You tease, filling her bowl.

It was nice to have someone to take care of, who looked forward to your return home. Ever since Meg came into your life your anxiety had improved and she always made the lonely moments less heavy. You needed her as much as she needed you, maybe even more.

Your fingers scratch her lower back while the other hand pulls the recorder from your pocket, keeping it close to your mouth.

"First session with the patient, Edward Nygma, also known as Riddler. It is already obvious that the patient presents a narcissistic and megalomaniacal complex, needing at all times to demean me as well as others to show his superiority. It still takes more time to determine if this complex comes from a place of low self-esteem. Also, Edward has sudden mood swings and is mildly paranoid," you clear your throat before continuing. "Although Dr. Young thinks Nygma's obsession with puzzles is bad, I think we can redirect it to something healthier. Reminder to buy him a puzzle book," you stare at Meg's cans of food inside the cupboard, counting them quickly. "Reminder to buy more cat food too."

#riddler x reader #riddler x y/n #edward nygma x reader #arkham asylum #arkham riddler #edward nygma #arkhamverse #riddler smut #the riddler fanfic #riddler x you #the riddler #fanfiction

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some-october-in-the-future · 11 months

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Geraskier Fic Rec May 2023

Hello lovely people! I've decided to start my fic rec lists with some Witcher fic focusing on Geralt/Jaskier (Geraskier). I started reading Geraskier fic about three years ago and I'll probably never get tired of this pairing. The below list are some of my favorite fics I've stumbled upon throughout my time in the fandom - I hope you enjoy them! If there are any you think should be added (or you just have good recs) please feel free to send them my way, I'm always looking for new fic! And if you decide to read any of these, please heed the tags on ao3; some deal with topics not everyone wants to read about.

(The first two are probably my favorite Geraskier fics ever)

(if you like any of these let me know let's geek out together)

A Blessing, A Curse by aileenrose, E, 12.6k

"For a while, Jaskier doesn’t know he’s cursed. It feels like free will, going back down that mountain, just as dangerous down as the way up, and alone this time, too. The descent is fast, maybe even reckless, but Jaskier’s feeling numb and out-of-sorts anyways, Geralt’s words simmering in his mind, and at the time it doesn’t feel like he’s being pulled on by anything but his own desire to get away."

Based off a post that Geralt's words on the mountain are granted by the djinn.

one foot in sea by theundiagnosable, E, 23.5k

“Well, that’s a separate issue entirely, isn’t it?” Jaskier says, clearly enthused by being taken on. “I’m opposed to marriage on principle. Would you like to know why?”

“No,” says Geralt.

“I’ll tell you why,” says Jaskier.

to render it transparent by theundiagnosable, E, 24k

Geralt wakes up warm, peaceful, and utterly content, which is how he knows that something is severely wrong.

another dawn by alittlebitmaybe, T, 8k

“Well, we’ll have all the time in the world to make it official, right after we check out this—what was it?”

Geralt side eyes him. “Abandoned cottage. Disappearances. Strange sightings.”

“Right, yes, after we deal with this mysterious hut deep in the woods. No problem. Days and weeks and years aplenty after that."

all that was good, all that was fair (all that was me is gone) by xdandelionxbloomx, M, 7.5k

Somewhere, deep in a forest, a man drags himself from his grave by sheer power of will. He lies gasping on the forest floor and does not know who or what he is. The world is wide and wonderful, though, and there is so much to see.

Or, Jaskier is so stubborn that he literally comes back from the dead.

Shadowplay by sospes, M, 26.5k

Geralt returns to Oxenfurt on a bright May morning to find flowers laid outside Jaskier's rooms and a fresh grave in the cemetery.

Except, as Geralt is about to learn, in Jaskier's world things are never quite what they seem.

Bad Moon Rising by sharkhette, Not Rated, 9k

Jaskier had never expected it would be Geralt trying to kill him. Sure, the witcher liked to threaten as much, but they both knew he'd never make good on it. They were friends, whatever Geralt said.

But friends didn't try to rip each other's throats out with their teeth.

Or, Geralt returns from a hunt acting strange.

Valley of Plenty by aileenrose, E, 40.6k

Geralt's brother has died, and now he is raising a child on his own. The last thing he needs is an annoying sous-chef who won't leave him alone.

Or, a variously loose and faithful adaptation of the classic rom-com No Reservations.

The god of scraped knees. by spqr, M, 8k

Jaskier’s been pretending to be human for so long now that he hardly remembers what it feels like to be a sorcerer. He doesn’t want to remember what it feels like to be a sorcerer. But people still murmur his name with reverence in certain dim halls; Dandelion, Dandelion, destroyer of worlds.

Lessons in Losing by didoandis, E, 11k

“We met five years ago or thereabouts,” Geralt says through gritted teeth. “You came up to me in a tavern near Posada, decided I would be good song material, and we’ve travelled together, off and on, ever since.”

“Huh,” Jaskier says.

“You remember?” Geralt tries to keep the note of hope out of his voice, and doubts he’s been successful.

“Not in the slightest,” Jaskier says cheerfully. “But I must admit it sounds like something I’d do.”

When Jaskier forgets their life together, Geralt learns an unexpected lesson.

#fic rec #can you tell that I enjoy temporary character death lol #geraskier #geralt/jaskier #the witcher #witcher fic rec #fanfic rec #fanfiction rec #ao3 rec #the witcher a03 #geraskier fic rec #geralt/jaskier fic rec #the witcher fic rec #fanfic #geraskier fic #geralt/jaskier fic #text #my fic recs #my recs

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gloombeauty · 2 months

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This is what Halsey posted the other day in her instagram stories. I posted it on my page, sharing my opinion how I didn't think Columbia Records would be happy to see this kind of anti-semitic messaging coming from one of their own artists. The entire Halsey fan community on this platform attacked and bullied me. I had to stop following them and block them. People who I thought were my friends. Horrible backstabbing anti-semitic monsters. All I stated were facts. The CEO and COO are Jewish. The A&R person at Columbia is Jewish. Clive Davis is the founder and is also Jewish. Halsey's manager is Jewish. But according to Halsey fans on here, that makes me a racist because I stated the fact these people working on Halsey's career are Jewish. It got so bad I had to change my name. Maybe you have better luck posting the facts.

First of all, you should never delete your opinion on your blog. If people don't like what you have to say, they can easily skim past your page or you can make them fuck off by blocking them.

I have no problem telling Halsey fans to go choke on a baklava before I click on that block button. The fact that Halsey fans in general lack their own personality and decided to be one of those "they/them" and "bi" this or that or whatever - just because their idiotic hero is all those things, is very telling. These people aren't even teenagers anymore. They are in their mid 20's - early 30's. They grew up with Halsey. The hilarious part of all this is that Halsey isn't any of those things. She's not bi and she sure as hell isn't a "they" but you know how annoying Millennials and Gen Z are. They find a problem and drama for everything. Halsey's whole brand has always been the annoying loudmouth obnoxious social justice warrior. You would think that having a kid would stop all that foolishness but no - she's chooses to be a one of those "they" people. Even after popping a baby out of her actual vagina.

In my opinion, Halsey is plummeting fast when it comes to her music career. She's lucky her makeup line is doing very well because as far as her music? That is a dead on arrival effort. I don't think Columbia will be able to pull a Capitol Records - taking an almost two year old song (Without Me) and throwing it into a new album (Manic) and stealing the hit single's successful streaming numbers and sales. That's how Manic didn't flop. But does anyone (outside of her psychotic fan base) truly gives a crap about Manic? Hell no. The reviews for that album were mostly negative. Pitchfork even said what an awful album it was and she went on Twitter wishing the basement where Pitchfork is located would crumble. What she didn't know is that Pitchfork is located at the Freedom Tower in New York City. That's the same location the Twin Towers use to be. The same Towers that were destroyed on September 11, 2001. How stupid did she look saying something like that? Very. She hasn't used Twitter/X as much as she use to after that. She was too busy exploiting Evan Peters on her IG at the time.

She had the gift of Trent Reznor and Atticus Finch producing her album and it bombed. Usually, everything Trent touches turns to gold, but what he produced for Halsey flopped. It flopped hard. A first in Trent Reznor's career. That means a lot of people just don't like Halsey. Imagine had it been Amy Lee instead of Halsey? It would have made a big difference.

Now, as much as Halsey's fans like to ignore this fact (or stay stupid - your pick) the people running her music career now are all mostly Jewish. Ron Perry, the present CEO for Columbia Records is Jewish. Halsey's manager, Jason Aron is Jewish. When Jason was posting about supporting Israel, donations, his family in Israel, etc. - Halsey's psychotic fans came into his IG page and started threatening this poor man's life. They were calling him an evil Zionist and other disgusting choice words.

Halsey's fans are demonic and yes, they are all antisemitic. Except maybe for a very small percentage like 0000.1% of the fanbase. The only Halsey fan that I seen on Tumblr that is normal, sane and not antisemitic is you. I'm sure out there, on other social media platforms there's more nice fans like you. The thing is, they aren't obnoxious or demonically loud as the antisemitic ones who scream "Free Palestine!!!" on every Halsey post.

That's why I feel Halsey posted this disgusting Gaza/Palestine propaganda garbage on her IG. To appease her disgusting fan base, who are 99% antisemitic. She's going to need them to buy/stream her new music. If she doesn't do well, Columbia will drop her in a heartbeat. The same way Capitol chose not to renew her contract. Capitol are dicks for what they have done to Katy Perry and Sky Ferreira, but look at all the money they spent on If I Can't Have Love, I want Power. Close to 25 million dollars - and it flopped! The next single she released So Good flopped. That's why they refused to renew her contract. I don't blame them at all.

So now, more then ever, she will need all her little antisemitic fans to support her new music.

Also, knowing that her manager is Jewish, why would she ever post something so disgusting against his people? I'm sure Ron Perry didn't celebrate that IG story either. He's probably sitting somewhere regretting that he signed her.

Do yourself a favor and block every single Halsey account on Tumblr. Trust none of them to be "your friend" because they aren't anyone's friend. Get a real friend in the real world. Finding friends on Tumblr isn't it.

#halsey #evan peters #i stand with israel #i support israel #trent reznor #anti woke

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giggly-squiggily · 10 months

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Here’s some silly HCS about Nozel, you can answer them privately or post them >:)

OBVIOUSLY bro’s spot is his hips.

His second worst spot is his tied btwn shoulders and lower back.

His ribs and stomach are giggle spots. Get him here and he’s covering himself and batting your hands away.

When fuego gets “mad” at him, he sits on his butt and just squeezes the everliving daylights out of his lower sides, hips and shoulders.

Definitely a BIG squirmer.

Like he will jolt like he’s being tazed before laughing.

His laugh is so restrained at first. I’m talking grit teeth, little giggles seeping out.

Buuuuuut once the person tickling him finds his hips, he just can’t hold it in anymore :(

BOISTEROUSSSSS

He full on belly laughs and it’s so beautiful I can’t even-

HE DOES- HE- HE- HE DOES THE THING WHERE HE TAKES RLLY DEEP BREATHS IN BTWN HIS LAUGHTER AND ITS KINDA CROAKY

This duck believes this man is no squealer, and he is “a man” about his laughter. (If he’s gonna be forced to laugh, he’s gonna at least sound manly.)

I also think that he’s only ticklish if he’s tickled by people he trusts.

So like when Rill decided to be a silly goose at the captain’s meeting and try to tickle all of the captains, (DONT GET ME ON A TANGENT ABOUT VANGEANCE’S TICKLISH NECK AND EARS) Nozel doesn’t even blink when it’s his turn. (He’ll never admit that watching Fuego slowly lose his composure warmed his heart- anyways.)

BUT if Fuego, Yami or William were to try and get him. Oh no he’s gone. He’s gone with the wind.

I HAVE A HEART FULL OF LOVE AND A HEAD FULL OF DUMB FOR THIS MAN.

*sobs* DUCKY I ADORE YOU AHHH! 😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰😭 (I encourage thee- if desired yell about those William headcanons) If I may- I shall add to your collection of HCs:

The backs of his knees are as bad as his shoulders and hips. No one really knows this except Fuegoleon and he doesn’t go for it often cause last time he did he got a heel to the face.

Far too sassy for his own good; he speaks before he thinks and it leads to him getting wrecked by Fuego and Yami (and by extension, William, Mereoleona and Dorothy; y'all can't tell me she doesn’t tease him with tickles- she called him a softie to his face wjsnnwnsnwns)

When they were kids Fuego and Mereo would ambush him a lot. Even as a baby he was far too serious. Most of the time though it was a case of Fuego running for the hills and using Nozel as a shield/sacrifice to Mereo’s antics. (Some say he still does it to this day ~( -3-)~)

When Yami found out- OOH when Yami found out y’all…

Bored in a meeting and sitting beside Nozel? Yami likes to randomly start poking him in the ribs and waist- never quite going for his hips but getting CLOSE. Fuegoleon- usually on the other side of Nozel- joins in and together they drive the grumpy bird insane. Lots of muffled curses and barely restrained twitches; the rest of the captains can see it but keep to themselves in barely restrained laughter. Smiles all across the table- some more hidden than others.

The idea of Rill tickling him and Nozel just turning slowly to look at him with a 🤨 expression- only for Jack to be all: “No no- go HERE!” Before squeezing the hell out of Nozel’s hip earning a hilarious noise is LIFE HELP! (Also him getting soft over Fuego makes me melt AHH!)

He’ll deny he’s ticklish even after that. He’s all: “I’m not ticklish, I just have a…unbearable weakness.” While all flustered and annoyed, threatening to melt the next person who dares call him cute (Yami almost lost the top of his head- lols worth it)

I love the idea of him only being ticklish around those he trusts- word gets out and everyone who makes him laugh is just: “YOU LOVE US!” And he’s all: “Shush.” While flustered hansnnwnsnwnsns You already KNOW Yami’s never letting him live that down hwhsjwjsnwnsnwnns 🤣🤣🤣

Thank you for sharing these were everything I needed in my life plus some oh my god wjsjwjsjwksjkwmsms 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

#black clover #Nozel Silva #tickle #tickle headcanons #I am SOFT #He grew on me so fast god #I just-#I adore him so much #my freaking HEART #duckymcdoorknob #ducky :3 #friend :3 #I love you so much right now my freaking HEART #*cries*#I’m cackling at the idea of Fuego just wrecking him for being too sassy or rude wsjjwjsjwnd #he called him Pinocchio ONE TIME #that was that whsnnwnsnsnss

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lunathebee · 1 year

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[9:16]

[Warning: pure angst with no comfort, you can read the context here, Im a sucker for angst so I will just...focus on it]

Y/n is getting a bit scared and annoyed seeing how Peter keeps following them around like a lost puppy, and not just any Peter, but Peter, the boy that stuck around their entire childhood, always smiling and being sweet like a lolipop.

But perhaps all of this had to come to an end, because even lollipops can become sickeningly sweet to the point it make you sick.

"Do you need anything Peter? And can you two stop peeking at that corner!?" Y/n shout at two figures not so far behind Peter; no doubt it's MJ and Ned, but what are they even doing? Eavesdropping?

"Oh... um, anyway, I have this for you." Peter scratches the back of his head and pulls out a box with a velvet ribbon on top of it from his backpack. "It is a present."

Y/n can clearly see a smile on Peter's face; if only they can do the same...The weight of the present box feels heavy on their hands. They look at it and then back to Peter, whose eyes look like they want to say "Well, why don't you open it? Go on, open it."

So they do, and what's inside the box only makes their hearts clench: "It was (favorite items of your own)." So Peter remembered what Y/n had said when they were children; he remembered their dream. But maybe it's too late now.

"Peter... I'm sorry, the present is really nice, but I don't think I can accept it." Y/n close the box and push it back to a confused Peter.

"What happened? Did you give him the wrong box, Ned?? "What? No! It should have worked perfectly"

Peter can hear Ned and MJ chattering in the background with an anxious voice, but right now all he wants to focus on is Y/n's sad face. Did he just get rejected? No, maybe he needs to say it in a more direct way.

"I-I love you." He trips on his words, trying to say it without breaking down. Peter is still lingering on the string of hope that Y/n is clueless about his affection.

But how could they? They have been in love with him for the longest time ever, but how strange that in this moment, Y/n can't feel anything. The roles have reversed; they are not the ones begging for love anymore.

""I'm sorry Peter, I can't return your feelings... I've already moved on."

Moved on? Moved on...

*BAM*

Before Y/n could react, the present box slipped from Peter's grasp and smashed to the ground.

"What do you mean moved on Y/n?" Y/n, please look at me; I-I need an explanation, Y/n?" Peter's voice became frantic—has he been so clueless all this time?

Y/n let out a long sigh. "Moved on means moved on, Peter, that's all. Now can you let go of my shoulders? You're hurting me."

Peter immediately released his hands; sometimes he forgot he had superhuman strength, but he is the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, right? Peter would never use his superpower to do bad things, and now he is hurting the person he loves the most, both mentally and physically. God... what is wrong with him?

"But..but I...I mean we can fix it right? Please, can you give me a second chance?"

Y/n is starting to feel uncomfortable; they want to leave now, but Peter is blocking their way, saying things about an explanation and a second chance. What doesn't he understand?

"PETER! I HAVE MOVED ON!" Y/n shout with tears in their eyes, threatening to fall down at any moment.

Peter doesn't look any better; his head drops down in sadness. Y/n wait for him to say something back, but he doesn't.

"Everybody has a chance, Peter. We all have a chance to choose someone to love... And you choose Liz... while I choose YOU." Y/n swallowed a lump in their throat before continuing to speak, trying to hide how their voice started to waver. "I choose you, Peter...How can I give you a second chance when I was never an option for your first choice?"

Y/n give Peter one last pity look before turning their back and walking away, disappearing into the crowd of people.

Disappearing from his life.

#tom!peter x reader #tom!peter parker #tom!spiderman #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #marvel angst #marvel drabble #tom holland angst #marvel x reader

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truly-morgan · 7 months

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[a|b|o, candidate for future mate, Ω!LQR α!WRH (w.i.p)] [Part 7 + 8]

RuoRen | Mo Dao Zu Shi Omegaverse + Modern AU 04-04-2022

[#ruoren, modern, a/b/o, age gap]

[#𝗿𝘂𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗮/𝗯/𝗼 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟳: 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲]

"I heard some people from the Jin family are here today," Tang Xing said as he moved one of his chess pieces.

"You never miss on learning what is going on around here" lqr commented, "But I think they do, I think I heard two servants say they are having lunch with wrh to talk about some project" he added.

"I heard some of the Jin alpha are..." Tang Xing started, unsure how to finish it.

"Arrogant? Annoying? Unable to stop believing they are better than others because they are alpha?" lqr suggested, having also first-hand witnessed how some of the alpha in the Jin family were. jgs was especially a bad case. disrespectful towards omega, unable to keep his hand to himself, full of himself and arrogant.

"You do not seem very fond of the alpha of the Jin family" Tang Xing pointed out.

"I do not like the current heir to their family" lqr pointed out, "I've interacted with him more than once and would rather not see him".

"Has he done anything to you?" the younger man asked, sounding a bit worried.

"He never did, never had the chance either" lqr admitted, "on our first meeting I threatened to break his hand were he to try anything".

He could still remember their first meeting. It was a dinner party organised by the Lan. jgs had seemed rather interested in him, lqr could only assume it was because he was the only omega in the main branch of their family.

but lqr knew of his bad reputation and didn't let his guard down. He could do with polite chatting, but the moment jgs seemed to be coming onto him and getting physically closer he made himself very clear. "If you do not want a broken hand and wrist you better not try anything funny".

jgs had look stun for a moment, before laughing and dismissing his word. "What can an omega do?"

"Just as much as you can" he had affirmed, "And I have people backing me up" he added, eyes drifting in the crowd of people, jgs also following his gaze.

This made him find qhj looking in his direction with a warning glare.

"Afterward he didn't even try to risk it and kept his distance from him" lqr finished his story, moving one last piece of chess making him win.

Tang Xing looked rather shocked at his story. He had clearly not expected the older man to have this kind of guts and attitude towards other powerful people. alpha at that.

"It's probably better if you stay away from the Jin family, they aren't all bad, but many are".

He suggested that the young man to prepare the board again if he wanted to play another game of chess with him, saying he would go and get them some tea.

When he was alone and preparing tea lqr sighed, massaging his temple. He would have rather preferred not to remember this encounter. He knew that was also one of the events that caused him to have such a bad reputation afterwards. but it was already really, since he had never seriously thought about marrying and finding a mate in the first place. Plus, those avoiding him wouldn't be anyone he would ever want to be with in the first place.

when he got back to the living room he frowned, picking up on a scent that seemed new and already hearing what was happening.

He saw three people with Tang Xing, clearly bothering him. Everyone else in the room seemed to try and stay as far away from them as possible. after taking a better look, his memory told him this was one of jgs cousins, someone just as great as him.

He went and place the tea on the table that held their chess game, placing himself between the group and Tang Xing.

This clearly help to put the omega at ease, yet the alpha didn't look too happy about it. Jin Yusheng squinted at him, backing off a little since lqr had now taken up the little space that was still there between him and tang xing.

"Maybe Mister Jin is a little lost? I believe you have matters to attend with master wen, maybe would you like someone to guide you back to him?"

"We are not lost," one of the betas at his side said, "Master Jin simply wanted to visit the pretty people that are staying with master wen right now".

this made lqr frown a little, eye never leaving the alpha, holding his gaze.

"It is not very appropriate of you to pursue the suitor for Master Wen's next partner".

"I heard there's ten of you, he wouldn't mind letting me have one of you".

lqr couldn't believe anyone would think wrh would actually be alright with this. If there's one thing he had learned about the man in the last couple of weeks, it is that the man was rather respectful of omegas. He wouldn't just "let someone take them" because they ask for it.

"How sad, seeing how much you seem to misunderstand him" lqr commented, which clearly displeased the alpha.

"I doubt he would miss an old omega as unlikable as you" Jun Yusheng, "not that I was looking for you, your little friend here is way more cute", he said, a grin on his lips, looking at Tang Xing that was still staying behind lqr.

Clearly, this was a try at hurting his feeling, although it was useless since lqr was already pretty used to it.

"Don't worry, even if we were the only two people left on earth I would also not choose you"

lqr replied without hesitation. it wasn't even lying just to make him feel insulted, it was just true.

Clearly, this hit a nerve in the man, making him mad immediately. "You've really got some nerve for an omega, you'd be lucky if anyone liked you" the alpha growled, getting closer in an attempt to intimidate him. It worked for Tang Xing, the young man backing off, not appreciating the alpha using his pheromone and growling like this. Yet lqr didn't flinch a bit, standing as straight as before, never looking away.

"I don't care that no one wants me," he said calmly, unbothered, "But I still won't accept an arrogant alpha picking on my friend and acting as if he owns the place," lqr said, getting even closer, growling back at him.

Jin Yusheng was clearly not expecting it, nearly taking a step back before he stopped himself. Instead, he growled back, grabbing at lqr's collar, looking reading to fight him for being disrespectful towards him.

the omega looked about as ready to fight as he was.

Jin Yusheng went for a hit, lqr unable to avoid it as it came too quickly and he was still held by his collar. Although the alpha didn't have the time for a second hit as the other man pushed him, nearly taking lqr with him as he stumbled backwards.

lqr didn't even hesitate for a second as he threw a punch too, making the alpha fall backwards on his ass, looking stunned that he had actually dared to reciprocate the attack.

the alpha started growling on the ground, the two betas that were with him looking ready to fight with lqr too while their little leader was down. the omega knew this was turning pretty bad. He could most likely take on an alpha if they weren't that much bigger than him (he was pretty large for what omega were usually), but three people against one weren't to his advantage.

but before they could actually get to him, a man dressed in plain black clothes took care of the situation, taking them down with ease while Jin Yusheng was getting back up, stepping back a little when he realised who had come to help lqr.

"Is Master Lan alright?" wzl asked from where he was keeping one of the men on the ground.

"The hit looked so strong, are you okay?!" also asked Tang Xing, anxiously trying to look at his face to see if he was alright.

"It was just a small punch, it's nothing," lqr said, trying to reassure his friend so he wouldn't be worrying himself sick.

"Nothing my ass" came a growl from the doorway, wrh stepped in, placing himself in front of lqr as a way to shield him from Jin Yusheng who was sneaking back on him while he was distracted. "Do you believe you can attack my guest without anything bad coming your way?" the alpha asked, looking absolutely furious about this situation.

"He was the one who started it! If he knew his place he wouldn't be getting in trouble!" Jin Yusheng barked back, glaring at lqr from where he could see behind wrh's shoulder. "When they are disrespectful they need to be shown what happens".

The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew tense as a scent became overbearing, making the omega in the corner shake, Tang Xing hiding behind lqr for protection. Even lqr would have to admit he hadn't seen often alpha that had such a strong scent and aura.

There was a little satisfaction in seeing even Jin Yusheng look down as he stepped back.

"Maybe the Jin believes in such a disgusting way of treating people, but I do not, people under my roof are to be respected correctly," wrh said, glaring at the man.

"I think our meeting of today should end here" he then stated, which made the other man panic a little.

"Wait, no, I-I apologi—" started the man before being cut off by a warning growl.

"I was already unsure about accepting this proposition of the Jin Corp., but I don't think I wish to work with people like you" he stated, "Wen Zhuliu, please escort them out".

without anything more the little group was being led outside by the guard, Jin Yusheng trying to beg for his forgiveness so they could try and talk business.

But it was already too late, wrh was already putting all his attention on lqr.

hand hovering above his bruising cheek, as if hesitating to touch him, lqr couldn't help but smile a little, trying to reassure him.

"This is just a bruise, it will go away".

yet wrh wouldn't have any of it, saying he needed to put some ice on it to help with the swelling. He semi-dragged him away, lqr following since he had the feeling that nothing would put the alpha at ease than if he was taking proper care of this issue.

"Wzl" lqr called out when he saw him coming back, "Do you think you can check on Tang Xing for me? He was pretty shaken up by what happened".

wzl looked at wrh, receiving a nod, confirming he could attend to the other young omega. "Of course" he bows before going back to the living room.

afterwards, lqr found himself in the kitchen, wrh finding some ice for him to put where he had been punched, watching as wrh was preparing some tea.

he had suggested helping, but wrh insisted on making some ("Take care of your injury!").

there was silence when wrh was finally done preparing tea and some snacks to help comfort lqr, even though he didn't need it (although it was very appreciated). only then did wrh seem to calm down.

"You do realise I am not a fragile little flower right?" lqr asked, drinking some tea. Sure, it was nice having someone help him for once, but he didn't need to be this worried and this careful. lqr wasn't gonna break like this, or else he wouldn't be where he was today if he did.

"I know... it was just stronger than me, I got so mad when I heard he started fighting you... seeing them ready to attack you two at a time, sneaking in your back" wrh said, clearly looking frustrated at the situation. "I just couldn't let it slide".

Lqr only hummed at his words, he supposed it was indeed something alpha would have if someone were to attack an omega they were on friendly terms with.

"As I said, I am not a fragile person" he pointed out, "Plus it wouldn't be the first time I am being attacked by an arrogant alpha" he confessed.

The younger man frowned at the mention of previous altercations, looking a bit worried.

"This is not the first time?" wrh asked. lqr was pretty sure he had heard words here and there about how the omega could be ("rude", "cold", "boring", "unlikeable").

"You probably already heard about it before" lqr sighed, "I am not someone who will let others walk all over him, alpha or not, and this has led... to situations that escalated quickly "The self-defence classes my father make me attend in my younger days sure are useful today, now that I think about it," he said.

He offered a smile to the man sitting in front of him when he realised he looked unsure & worried. "Is it like this with everyone?" wrh asked.

"With alpha? Not always, but often enough that I am never surprised when they get angry that I won't just submit to them like a good omega should" lqr said, a touch of sarcasm to his last words, "having the position I do in my family company, I have to deal with alpha often, so it does make the chances of things happening more frequent".

His father and brother did try to make him deal mostly with beta and omega, but he had made it more than clear he wanted none of that. He was capable to do his work regardless of his second gender.

"It must be tiring to do your work then" wrh commented. He sometimes found other alpha rather tiring and exhausting to deal with, he couldn't imagine how it was for someone that many wouldn't believe "he was fit for the job".

"I won't lie, sometime it is" lqr admitted, "But I got used to it and I also have people backing me up if needed, at this point, it is just part of the job" he shrugged a little.

There was a silence afterwards, letting lqr enjoy his tea while wrh seemed to be lost in his thoughts probably thinking back to what he was just told. lqr decided to stay quiet for this reason, simply observing how the frown on the alpha's brow would deepen at times as if thinking about something bad.

"What about with other omegas and betas?" wrh asked, sounding curious as to how life was for lqr.

"Beta are usually easier to deal with" lqr stated, "to begin with, most don't come off as aggressive as many alphas do, or at least, in the business world, sure there are some that look down on omega, but in my experience, most of them will stay polite and be nice without problems" he explained, "After all, I treat everyone with basic respect, as long as this respect is returned I don't see the need to change how I act with someone".

there was a pause after his statement, wrh nodding at his words. All lqr could assume was that the man had a different experience with Betas. Sure they acted nicely to lqr, but there was always an undertone of "I must be gentle and simple with you since you are an omega".

whereas he assumed that with alpha many betas would have a different tone and mannerisms. He had seen him after all with clients and business partners when his brother entered the room after him.

as he drank his tea, he noticed that wrh was seemingly waiting for more, lqr knowing that he had skipped the first part of the question. he sighed when he was done drinking, putting his cup down and watching as wrh refilled it for him before he could.

"When it comes to omegas... it is hard to say, I won't lie, these past couple of weeks I've interacted more with omegas than I probably did in the last couple of years" he admitted.

"You might know it, but the Lan family is not really known for having omega in it and most of the people I see for work are either alpha or beta, I am also not a person that goes out too much, so the interaction I've had with other omega has been rather minimal and passing"

He wasn't too much into going out, he liked the calm of his house.

"But from what I've seen over the years was rather... hit or miss," he said, "I've had people Like Tang Xing who seemed to really like me, some even told me they wished they could be more imposing like me, while on the other hand, I've had... people looking down on me just as harshly as most alpha do" he admitted. This caused wrh to frown again, looking unsure of what he meant by this.

"I've probably heard it all from both omega and alpha: I am not gentle and submissive enough to be a good partner, I am getting old and past my prime, and with my attitude there's no way I could take care of children properly, I wouldn't be good for my alpha and would be a chore to be around, they often resume it to being unlovable" lqr stated, only part of what he had heard over the years.

"the only distinction I've seen over the years is that contrary to alpha who will say it to your face in an attempt to hurt your feeling and your pride, another omega will whisper it behind your back while judging you to make themselves feel better than you".

lqr was a little surprised when he felt a hand grab his gently, looking up at wrh who had a rather conflicted expression. He had a strange mix of sadness, anger and worries, his scent and pheromone coming off more strongly in an attempt to soothe him (whether it was on purpose or not he wasn't sure).

lqr realised that the way he was speaking had nearly made it seems like his life was horrible with everyone against him. But it couldn't be more than false. Sure, some people will look down on him, but they weren't something he had to deal with at every hour of the day all the time.

There were many alphas like his brother and wrh who were respectful of omega and knew second gender wasn't defining a whole person.

As he had mentioned, most betas were polite and weren't openly trying to make his life harder than it needed to be.

and even if he didn't interact with omega personally that often, many were like Tang Xing or had at least the decency not to trash-talk you to your face or within ear-reach.

He laughed a little, after his little realisation, quickly telling wrh that obviously, these were not troubles he had every day.

"Even if it is not an everyday struggle, it should not be brushed off as nothing," wrh said, squeezing his hand a little, "it shouldn't be something you have to see as "normal" in the first place".

this made lqr smile softly. He hadn't often talked about such things with others and it was nice to hear someone say something like this. It made him feel better to see people younger than him seemingly shifting towards a different attitude.

"It is true, it shouldn't be considered normal" he admitted, "But if it can make it better, I did see changes in the past decade and a half" he noted.

there were still major problems and society was still biased based on second gender, but things were better than they were when he was a teenager. Slowly but surely things were changing. With chances, maybe the generation of wrh's sons would have an easier life than he did.

wrh hummed, thinking about something again.

then, the hand holding his gently pulled it towards wrh's mouth, the alpha looking at him, seemingly searching for signs of rejection, before leaving a soft kiss on his knuckles.

"Well, if my words are worth anything, I will say that you are a very lovable person" he started, "I don't know how people cannot see it, but you are a wonderful person, capable and gentle in your own way, I also do not know which fool dares to say you wouldn't be able to properly take care of children, but I am sure I could name four boys who could argue against that, and I believe any partner would be really lucky to be with you".

lqr was surprised by his words feeling his face heating up a little bit. He couldn't remember a time when anyone had said any of this to him. Even less with such sincerity. It made him wonder if it was truly alright for wrh to be saying this to him.

He was also unsure what to reply to this, instead offering a gentle smile to the alpha who returned it to him.

afterwards, they finished their tea mostly in comfortable silence, wrh every now and then trying to check how his injury was doing.

This comfortable and intimate moment after such a heartfelt discussion and confession was broken when Tang Xing came to find him with wzl following, little wx and wc running to lqr with worried looks in their eyes.

"Tang-gege said Renren got into a fight," wx said with teary eyes, gaze darting around the omega to see if he was hurt.

"xu-er doesn't need to worry," lqr said gently, picking up wc to let the boy hug him as he asked for silently with his arms up.

"Your baba took care and made sure no one could do anything else" he then explained, wx looking back at his father with a proud look in his eyes, clearly happy to hear his dad had done such a great job.

"Are you really okay?" Tang Xing whispered as he watched wx telling his father what he would have done to punish the one who dared to hurt their Renren.

"Yes I really am, it was just a punch after all, plus I did return the favour" he smiled, knowing both his punch and words had probably hurt the pride of the alpha, "Are you alright?" he then asked, knowing that many omega were sensitive to pheromone and alpha acting up like this. Not to help, the man had clearly been harassing Tang Xing before that and his intention had been pretty clear.

"Still a bit shook up," the young omega said, "but you stepped in and stopped him, I wasn't the one at the receiving end of those attacks" he pointed out, staying quiet for a moment, "Thank you, for stepping up and helping me, I don't know how I would have done".

"Of course I did, I wouldn't want to see a friend in a situation like this".

"Still, I must thank you," Tang Xing said, before giggling a little, "You were pretty cool too, when you dealt with him I mean, that punch must have hurt too".

"Renren stwong" a little wc commented as he seemed to be listening, hugging lqr closer.

"Chao-er is right, our Renren is a very strong man" wrh smiled, something in his words implying more than just physical strength.

"The strongest and bravest!" Tang Xing affirmed too, wx also repeated him.

"Master Lan indeed is a strong man" wzl commented from where he stood on the side, surprising lqr a little bit, not expecting for the man to also say so.

"See, even wzl says so and he doesn't compliment people often" wrh grinned, picking up his son who was still talking about how strong the omega was with Tang Xing.

"Let's go and see your grandma," wrh said to his son, "I am sure she must be just as worried as you were about Renren" he pointed out.

lqr stood up too, holding onto the boy that wouldn't let go of him.

"It is a good idea, I wouldn't want for madam to worry needlessly about me" he pointed out.

"Don't say it like that, she will scold you if you say she shouldn't worry about you?" wrh said with a laugh, the little group following wrh through the house.

This made lqr feel warm again, the knowledge that people outside his family were so genuinely caring and worried for his well-being.

Maybe he should allow himself to accept their care and worry a little more freely and easily. It felt nice.

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(also, a bonus thought that I had earlier today: My idea for this AU is that lqr is tall and does have muscle, the opposite of what omega usually are. I dunno, let's make it Lan genes are really strong and even omega cannot be smole and cute bean (affectionate).

And I found the idea of wrh looking a little bit smaller than him rather funny. Like, wrh /wouldn't/ be considered physically small and weak, but just maybe more in the norm of what an alpha is, the Lan average is just crazy and weird.

but it's okay because wrh will never stop being smitten by his tall and strong omega. he could even steal his renren's clothes if he want to carry his scent around with him and he wouldn't stretch the clothes.

so yeah, 100% feel free to imagine that lqr is taller than him)

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[#𝗿𝘂𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗮/𝗯/𝗼 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟴: 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻𝗲]

Wen Xu was a bit intimidated by all the strangers in his house. He was happy that his baba and didi were nearly always with him, even Nainai was at the residence most of the time.

The boy just couldn't get at ease with most of these strangers, he felt like some of them didn't like them while others seemed /too/ nice somehow. He couldn't help but shy away from them a bit, wanting to hide in the comforting scent of his father or mother.

But then there's Renren! He didn't know why, but he felt at ease with the man, something about him felt comforting. at first, he thought the man had looked a bit intimidating, being so much taller than everyone else here, yet the moment he saw them Wen Xu knew the man seemed to like them.

And there's Tang-gege too! It was fun playing with him too when he was with Renren, he was really funny and liked running around with him and gege in the garden.

They were both nice to be around, but something in him preferred Renren.

He loved being held by him when he was tired, burying himself against his chest. His scent was reassuring and comforting, it was the first time he found someone else like this since their mother went away.

And Baba seemed to really like him too!

He knew his baba must really really like Renren, he knew these eyes! It's the same way he used to look at his mama. And this had made him a little mad at first. Was Renren trying to take his mama's place in Baba's heart?

but then he heard how Renren talked about his mama and he realised it was not the case. There was something different about how Renren talked about her compared to some of the others. His little mind just knew it, Renren respected his mama and knew Baba still loved her too. Xu-er still loved her too!

There was so much he liked about Renren and he hoped that the man would stay with them when everyone would go home. He knew they would, liu-gege had told him ("Don't worry young master, they while only be here for some time, then only one will stay"). He really wishes for Renren to be the one to stay with them, he would really like that!

He liked how the man always looked over them carefully, how he would play with them, how he would even play music for them sometimes!

And he knew his cousins also loved him too!

when wen ning and wen qing came to stay for the weekend (Aunty wanted to "see how these people here were").

Renren was always nice to them, he even wondered if he had a kid himself. ("No" he had replied gently, "But I have cute nephews your age, maybe you will meet them one day" he had stated).

And his scent and presence were comforting! That was really important in his opinion. comforting and really caring for them.

Like that one night when he had a nightmare about his family leaving him like all alone and going where their mama was.

He didn't know what to do after waking up, seeking something comforting. He sneaked out of his room, making his way towards the closest person he knew would be able to do so.

On his way, he stumbled onto one of the mean omega that was staying with them, Su something.

the man tried calling out to him softly, but he only ran away, turning a corner before finding the room he was looking for. He sneaked in, making his way quietly towards the bed so as to not wake up the other person in the room.

He shyly tried to wake up the older man, shaky had grabbed at his clothes. "Renren" he whispered a couple of times until the man open his eyes, looking still sleepy.

"Xu-er? Why aren't you in your bed... is something wrong?".

He hug his pheonix plushy more tightly in his arms, tears welling up in his eyes again as he remembered his dream. This seemed enough to alert the other one, who simply lifted the cover for him to join him in the bed.

he quickly made his way into the bed, hiding against his chest as he tried not to cry again. Big boy shouldn't cry!

"Did you have a nightmare? It's okay now everything will be okay" lqr sleepily and softly whispered to him, an arm keeping his safely against him, hand running through his hair soothingly.

"It's alright to cry if you need to," he said next, as if seeing he was trying to hide his tears, "It will make you feel better".

and Wen Xu decided to trust him, crying against him, incoherent words trying to explain what he saw in his dream.

after a while, he stopped crying, trying to bury himself further in the soothing scent coming from the man, being slowly lulled back to sleep by the hand in his hair and the soft whisper reassuring him.

The next morning he woke up to frantic voices sounding in the hallway, sounding really worried. But that wasn't interesting for his sleepy little mind, he only snuggled closer into the warmth around him, hiding his face in the crook of someone's neck, the scent reassuring.

He didn't have time to get back to sleep, as someone running into the room and nearly screaming at them jolted Wen Xu and Lan Qiren awake.

"Lan Qiren, Xu-er is missing!!" Tang Xing said.

He felt the body that was still holding his move, Renren now on his back with him against his chest, sounding still sleepy when he asked "Xu-er isn't in his room?"

wen Xu quickly realised they were talking about him, straightening up sleepily as he sat on his stomach.

There was silence instead of an answer to Renren's question, "H-he was with you?" Tang-gege asked.

He looked down at Renren who was looking at him, only to sit up, a hand safely at his back so he wouldn't stumble backwards.

"Oh yes," he said, clearly remembering last night, "Xu-er came to me because he had a nightmare, so I let him sleep with me"

Wen Xu nodded at this, seeing a worried wzl appear in the doorway. He clearly seemed relieved to see him.

"Young master, please don't disappear like this again" the man signed, "Next time come to me, you shouldn't interrupt someone else's sleep".

Wen Xu frowned at this. Had he bothered Renren? He was surprised when he heard a small chuckle coming from the omega, offering a smile to wzl. "It's alright, he needed comfort and I was ready to give it to him".

This reassured the young boy, smiling at his words, happy to see he hadn't bothered him. It would make him sad otherwise, Renren was so comforting.

He gave one last hug to Renren, whispering a thank you for comforting him last night. He then grabbed his trusty Pheonix plushy, letting the man help him off the bed, before joining back his baba's bodyguard, ready to go back to his room.

On his way back to his room he realised that his plushy now smelled like Renren, making him smile a little bit.

"Is something funny?" lie-gege asked him when he giggled to himself.

"My little pheonix smells comforting" he giggled, liu-gege looking a bit confused.

it was okay if he didn't get it. Wen Xu was still happy about it none the least, maybe he could also show it to Baba, he was sure Baba would understand!!

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(I wanted to break from the pov that mostly follows lqr, I had this cute idea of wrh boys just really loving lqr and feeling comforted by him and his scent.

It was supposed to be wc at first, but then I remembered he's three in this AU and I felt the age-restricted a lot of what could be happening, since a three y/o probably isn't gonna notice as much as a 7 y/o. anyway, just lqr being a comforting presence in a place filled with people that make little Xu-er stressed).

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#tweet archive #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #ruoren #lan qiren #wen ruohan #omegaverse #omega lan qiren #alpha wen ruohan #courting #finding a mate #unfinished

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millenniumdueled · 2 years

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He had done his best to stay upbeat and confident, to keep his Partner distracted. But when he foolishly checks his phone again, that's it. That last message does it.

Yugi types his response with as little commitment as the anonymous curse allowed, and immediately chucks his phone in the direction of his pillow with all the strength he has.

Except he isn't really Yugi at all, is he?

Is he....?

He isn't angry so much as he is annoyed. But there's something else on his mind, isn't there, other me?

The Other Yugi doesn't answer. shuts his eyes tightly for a second, sucks in a deep breath. Now isn't the time to get trapped inside these thoughts.

Yugi had seen it. From the passenger's seat, he had seen every part of the question, every single word. He knew damn well what was on his Other's mind, just as well as he knew the other man knew him. But he can't project himself the way his Other Self can, he can't reach out some spectral hand to comfort him. Maybe that's how he knows he's real. If this was all in his mind, would he feel so trapped?

"I'm sorry, Partner. But I'm just proving them right aren't I...?" Other Yugi's voice sticks in his throat.

Before he can say anything else, Yugi's senses return in full as he blinks his way into his own body. And he realizes--

"wait!!! wait, other me, don't lock yourself in your room!! please!! please, i dont care what those anons say, i don't care who... or what you are, i promise it doesn't matter."

Both hands go to the Puzzle hanging from his neck as he shuts his eyes tight. So tight he doesn't notice the other man's ghostly form standing in the moonlight shining through his bedroom skylight.

"it doesn't matter what you did before!! we've both hurt people, but what matters is... we've saved people too."

Yugi cuts himself off with a start as he just barely feels the sensation of the Other's hands holding his own. But his Other doesn't speak, staring wordlessly, eyes soft but his tight brows and lips unreadable. Yugi sucks in a sharp breath.

"if you dont have memories, then i'll give you all of mine. i.... i just want to stay with you forever--"

"I don't care about my memories."

And just like that, what's left of the Other Yugi's delicate facade of confidence crumbles completely. He draws his own deep breath, slow and shaking. Squeezes his hands against Yugi's so tightly he's scared of passing right through. When he speaks. his voice sounds breathless. Does he even need to breathe?

"I want to stay with you, too."

The words pierce through Yugi's heart like a blade, taking the air from his chest as warmth bleeds from his chest to flood the rest of his body. His stomach clenches. A few stray tears carve white hot trails down his cheeks.

What can he say? He has no words left, but the intensity inside his chest is driving him crazy. Instead, he pulls his Other Self into their Soul, into the dark void between their Rooms. Into that space where maybe, just maybe, the Other can feel him too.

Without another thought, without another hesitation, he lunges forward forward, closing the distance between them, squeezing his eyes shut as his lips crash against his Other Self's.

For a moment, time all stands still. Yugi can hear his own heartbeat in his ears.

But the Other only freezes.

Did he read things wrong? Was he that bad?

Yugi pulls away, suddenly regretting everything. His throat feels tight, and his face burns with shame. He can't look himself in the eye as he tries to slip his hands free, only to realize how tightly they're being squeezed.

And just like that, he's swept up into the closest embrace he's ever felt.

Their lips meet again, and this time, they connect. The sensation of their touch might be dulled, but the heat that rushes through Yugi's body is sharp, white hot fire threatening to consume him and leave nothing but ash in his other's hands. Hands that hold him so, so tight, one on his back, the other buried in his hair. He clings to the other, both hands on his back, clutching his shirt like a life raft.

It's messy, two starving souls devouring affection, drinking in as much of the other as they possibly can. It feels like forever. Yugi hopes it is.

Though their lips finally separate, the two men do not. They hold onto each other as tightly as they can, both shaking, both breathless even in this airless void. Yugi laughs in a quiet way that threatens to turn to sobs.

Gazing deep into each other's eyes, neither knows what to say. But words are unnecessary. They can feel the adoration in each other's heart.

Yugi slides one hand to his other self's face, brushing back his blond bangs with a warm smile. He's never looked so happy, so handsome, so perfect as he does now, flustered and red, his mask of overconfidence shattered and abandoned.

Suddenly, the Other Yugi feels so exposed, his heart on full display. He buries his face in the crook of his Partner's neck, breathing him in as he clutches him tight.

"I want to stay with you forever," he repeats, reiterates.

And Yugi just knows he's not lying.

#ooc #:)#anyway this was set last night but I couldnt shake the bad mood work put me in #and I really wanted to write this with a clearer mind #drabbles #jup art

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sonorous-strings · 2 years

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Well, things had started out swell enough. Carol had come running into Sonar's studio, excited, infinitely energetic as always, with good news. "Sony! Sony!" she cried. "You'll never guess what just happened!" She struck a triumphant pose, hands on her hips, huge grin on her face. "I talked to Scary Lady and asked if you could move in with me! And she said yes!"

What Carol had omitted, however, was that it had taken multiple days of pestering Neera Li until she finally gave in, but Sonar didn't need to know that. Or that there were certain... minor conditions that would be agreed upon before he could live there. Temporarily.

So after having the bajeezus scared out of Sonar and the gear on his walls stopped rattling from the force of his door slamming open, he blinked at her for a second, not quite registering what she'd said. "So," he said slowly. "You... want me to move in with you?"

"Of course, dummy," she said with an almost shy-sounding chuckle. "It's... you know, only fair or something, right?" She half turned, her next words almost too quiet to hear. "And I kinda miss you more now an' all." And she really liked the idea of waking up in his arms. Without an older sister waking her up in the most annoying way possible.

Sonar took her hand and pulled her into an embrace, smiling. Man, he really didn't deserve a cat like her. He hadn't even thought of moving in with her, but she was already on the ball.

She pulled away and bent forward, big eyes trained on him. "Soooo, whatcha say?" she said playfully, shyness gone again, or at the very least pushed aside.

Sonar grinned. "Of course I will."

"Awesooome! I love you, Sony. Just... one thing you gotta do first.

Scary Lady wants to talk to ya."

Things were swell until Carol had taken him to the palace to speak to the Regent. It was only fair that she see who she was letting in, after all.

Too bad they forgot one detail everyone in the know seemed to notice right away.

"Spade!" Neera shouted. She brought her very sharp, very pointy ice staff to bear just inches from Sonar's throat, his hands once again going up into the "I surrender" position. At least this time he looked more exasperated than threatened. "Explain yourself. What do you think you're doing, attempting to infiltrate the Palace in this manner?! And you, wildcat, are you so carefree you'd allow a Red Scarf of his infamy to get in your good graces? Again?!" Not the best first impression, really.

"Neera, stop! This isn't Spade, honest!" Carol's response was a mix of Sonar's own exasperation and a healthy dose of fear as she rushed to try to push down the spear. Corazon had already almost shot Sonar, after all, and Neera seemed to be just as quick on the trigger, literally closer to killing him than Corazon had been. Unfortunately, Neera's arm was absolutely rigid. "He's my fiance that I told you about a couple weeks ago! I wasn't lying about that!"

Neera glared at Carol for a moment, made a hmph, then took another look at Sonar, whose arms were starting to get tired being held up like this. Her expression softened just a bit before she pulled her spear back. "My apologies," she said, her tone suggesting she wished she wasn't wrong. "You... resemble a certain thief we've had dealings with in the past. He is... not a pleasant person."

Sonar's hands dropped when her spear did. A sigh of relief came from Carol and she moved back to his side, almost subconsciously taking one of his arms almost protectively. "You and every other bloody person I've met here," he growled. "I can count on both hands how many people have mistaken me for this 'Spade' guy. Once is a fluke. Every time after that? It kind of gets fucking aggravating. I haven't even fucking seen him."

The spear jerked just a bit, as if Neera was about to bring it up again for his insolence. It seemed as if it was a more automatic response than anything, if the flash of sympathy in her eyes meant anything. "You would do well to watch your tone if you wish to live here," she said imperiously. "Especially with those with the status to demand it."

Sonar sighed. "Sorry," he said, not quite able to keep a little scorn out of his voice. "When people keep threatening you with deadly force because you supposedly resemble someone, it gets kind of old."

Neera, to her credit, seemed to consider that. "Once again, you have my apologies," she said. But she couldn't let his "insolence" go. There was a hint of a smile on her face when she spoke again. "You can... consider this a 'freebie'."

Sonar sighed. "I'll take it."

Carol beamed. "Thanks, Scary Lady!"

"It's Regent, Caroline," she warned. She turned her attention back to Sonar. "Which brings us to the subject matter at hand." She held up a closed fist and began ticking off with her fingers. "First, you will address me and the staff here with respect." She shot a glare at Carol. Not like it would matter anyway; she seemed impossible to control on that front. "That means using our proper titles when addressing us. I am Regent Neera Li of Shang Tu, but 'Regent Neera' or 'Regent Li' or simply 'Regent' will suffice. The same goes for those such as General Gong.

"Second, as a condition of your allegedly temporary stay here in the palace of Shang Tu, you will be expected to perform duties around the palace. I will not tolerate any more freeloaders-"

"Hey! I'm not a-"

"Freeloaders," Neera repeated, shooting another glare at Carol, "living in this palace. Don't worry; it won't be anything like backbreaking labor. Carol's already informed me of your current situation." If she had any distaste for the Battlesphere, she didn't show it. "You will be instructed on the duties you are to perform at a later date. And third..."

Neera seemed to grow darker, physically and in presence. There was a protective kind of fury behind her next words. "You are to leave everything outside of your room as you found it. I expect not to find cracks, holes, or- Stones help you- dents in the palace walls." Another glare shot at Carol for an instant. "If I find anything damaged or out of place, you will be thrown out of this palace faster than I can say 'Freeze!'"

She seemed to recede just a little, an almost smile returning to her face that he swore wasn't there before, but must have been. She planted her spear and placed a hand on her hip. "If you can agree to these terms, then I can welcome you into the palace to live with your fiancee... until such time comes that you are able to secure proper housing elsewhere, of course."

Sonar glanced at Carol, who looked a little subdued during Neera's speech, but once she looked back at him, that infectious grin returned to her face, and he grinned back. "Yeah. I think I can live with that."

#musical tea #drabble #ic update #referenced by RPs but official now #Carol and Sonar are living together noooowww

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eristic-kaleidoscope · 1 year

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Sorry AIRika... Again. || Arakiel || Post Trial Reaction || RE: Results, AIRika, Ae-ra

Man was this all a lot to consider and take in, people were raising their voice, talking about betting on Just Erika’s death, threatening each other, it was a lot honestly. He rubbed a hand down his face and just kind of tuned it all out for a bit, but even that didn’t work after a while. His irritation was clear, he was still fuming over something that had happened earlier in investigation as well. Man this was all so annoying, he decided to speak up rather bluntly.

“Man you’re fucked in the head.” He was looking directly at AIRika. “What? Just because she’s a killer you get to throw out your fucking humanity? You’re a fucking freak.” He was speaking more pointedly than usual, staring the other down. “I don’t give a fuck if you wan’t them dead, fuck, you can do it yourself for all I care, but you’re seriously disgusting. This isn’t a fucking joke. Making Bets? Seriously? Not only that, but you can keep your snide fucking comments about not feeling bad to yourself you fucking psychopath. Just because you don’t happen to care if somebodies dying, some people here aren’t a fan of fucking capital punishment.” He doesn’t give much room for response as he continues. “If you’re going to fucking act like scum I hope you fucking die like it, I’m not joking, go join Rose for all I care. You’re a fucking lowlife. Seriously worthless.” There was a part of him that also felt somewhat protective of Rose as well, given he felt he could have prevented this if he had tried a little harder back then.

He stares, looking around at the group now. “Need I remind you all, if anybody kills Erika they need to actually confess to it for it to be some noble deed, given that if we don’t identify them during the trial, one of us dies instead. So before we talk about wishing for their early grave, I’d like for you all to consider if anybody here is actually willing to die for that. That means you too Ae-ra, her getting close to you doesn’t warrant self-defense just because you don’t like her or what she’s done, so you better be damn sure she’s about to kill you before you stab somebody.”

A cold stare as he just kind of moves his attention away from the group and focuses on one of the walls. He decided to just move on, he was getting too heated and taking out his anger at Erik Azr on the rest of the group, he should focus it where it matters, but he didn’t actually want to start an argument with Azr right now, he was plotting how he would deal with it in the back of his head for the time being.

He sighs, directing his attention at Just Erika now.

“Listen, I think you’re disgusting, and if you give me any reason to break your legs I’ll take it, but I’m going to give you some fucking advice, weather you take it or not is up to you. Stop trying to fucking rationalize yourself to us. I’m sure in your fucking broken ass smooth brain you think you’re being reasonable or we all want to hear it or something but we don’t. No matter what you say or do none of us will be able to look past what you’ve done. I also realize that none of us are going to make you realize that you’re a monster, so do yourself a favor and save your fucking breath. Nobody wants to keep watch on you and nobody wants your fucking help anymore. You’re nothing, the kindest thing you can do for the group is to lock yourself away so that nobody else dies because of you and none of us have to suffer your presence any further.”

His words were pointed, he was seething with anger, he was just being more constructive about it as far as he was concerned. He really just did not care if people liked what he was saying or not. He was never one to keep his feelings to himself. He finally moved on to Rose.

“For once me and Azrael got something in common, I consider our friendship to have been real, and yeah I fucking hate your guts right now, but it’s more just cause I think you’re fucking pathetic for stooping that low. Why the fuck did you even ask for my help if you weren’t even gonna try to fight back. It’s fucking sad.”

He sighed.

“Whatever, sorry this happened, hopefully it’ll be fast and all that. In the end I don’t think you were a good person, but you certainly don’t deserve this. Life in prison? Maybe. But not this.”

#Arakiel #chapter2 #trial2 #submission

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rvrindousvpet · 2 years

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HII, I LOVE UR FANFICS AND BLOG SM(ITS SO PRETTY OGMGOGMG) YOU CAN LEAVE THIS HERE BUT HEAR ME OUT, bonten x tomie!reader (shes from the junji ito collection) where bonten is a bunch of down bad dogs for her and would do anything for her, the plot is up to you but if you're not comfy with writing it then its totally fine mwa!! <3

bonten with tomie!reader

characters : sano manjiro, akashi haruchiyo, hitto kakucho, kokonoi hajime, haitani ran, haitani rindou, akashi takeomi.

pairings : bonten x tomie! reader

warnings : swearings, graphic gore, death, mention of death, rape, attempted murder.

genre : fluff, angst?

note : hiiii hehe thankyou for you kind words anon! tbh I've never read junji ito, but i do know tomie. i actually can't handle horror shit- like idk i just can't handle it and it scares me like crazy, but just for this reqs, i prepared myself to read 2 volumes of tomie. hmm more than scared, i feel annoyed and bad for tomie cause she's surrounded by shitheads, so yeah I'm not really scared but more to angry. also I'm sorry if the reader doesn't really act like tomie, i tried my best to portray her and I'm sorry if did such a shitty job, well that's too much i hope you enjoy this! and I'm also sorry if y/n is too ooc, or not like tomie

- hmm let me be honest, we don't know why tf your presence is not affecting them, like if it others they would hate you like crazy or obsessed over. but not with bonten... it's like they're bunch of people who's immune to you and it felt so weird lmaooo

- how you met with bonten? well just another normal day for you.

- you're pinned down on the dark alleyway by man with his eyes glazed like crazy and uncontrollable man.

- "ahhh, I'm about to die again huh?"

- well that shithead start making his move, groping all over your body while threatening you

- just as you're about to accept your fate and let the disgusting man lick you

- suddenly a bang* sounded out, and the bullet hit that man shoulder

- suddenly he was thrown off you in seconds

- a man with black hair and big scar ran across his face was in front of you

- "miss, it's okay you can go and run away now, we'll take care of him"

- huh? why is he not affected???

- seeing you not responding that man decided to ehem carry into some car heading to idk where.

- "oh well hello there beautiful, what a pleasure to meet a beautiful woman like you, the name's ran, what's yours?"

- umm another man that's not affected??? what the actual fuck!

- fast forward

- basically uhm, they bought you to bonten hideout/place. and you're introduced to bonten executives, and now that you know them. ain't no way you're escaping from them.

- all of them r real down fucking bad for you. like sure at first they're memerised at how gorgeous you are, but after spending more time and observing you they've fallen for your behaviour and personalities.

- they love how confident, how you stand tall, how you have your own principal, how you never bow down to others, how you behave towards them and how indifferent you act to them

- basically bonten is a simp for your my queen.

- there's one time wherein you're on your way to supermarket to buy groceries, you bumper into man at the isolated walkway. the man become enchanted with you, he's obsessed with you and slowly that turned into hate filled with urges to get rid of you out from this world

- as the man corners you and about to kill you merciless, a baton was bashed into his head knocking him aside.

- looking up you saw the bonten trio, ran and rindou being infront of you and sanzu is on the side pushing his feet into the crazy man face

- "say how crazy you are to disturb bonten's property huh?" rin spited out feeling angered at how that shitty man almost hurt you

- "oioioi where the fuck you you're going bitch, you gonna sit here and take what i give you as your punishment for touching bonten girl" sanzu said while pointing his katana on the crazy neck that keeps on muttering how he needs to kill you.

- "ahhh, you're annoying me :)" ran said after bashing his baton into the man head once again to the point he's fainted.

- when all bonten executives ge to know what happened all of them were fumed in fear, mikey even instructed his man to put the crazy bitch into one of their torture room

- after a while of silence, kokonoi voiced out asking "say y/n why that man is so fixed on killing you as if he's posessed?"

- welp here we go telling them the truth.

- after explaining to them, how you attracting people attention that will either be obsession or hate and will develop to them hating more than anything wishing you to be gone from this world

- how if you're dead, you'll get regenerated from your own dead body, how you healed so fast and all of that stuff. and also you kinda? told them what shits you've experienced and been through.

- instead of them freaking out, throwing you away calling you monster. they actually felt sorry and hurt and angry for you, for all the things you've been through.

- takeomi said "y/n, even though you've been through that shit thousands times and be resurrected even if you're dead, it doesn't change the fact that it's hurting you. don't get used to giving your life away so easily please. You're worth more than anything"

- fuck. they just make you feel something.

- "y/n" mikey calls out to you "if there's any people that disturb you or want to kill you just inform any of us. we'll get rid of them for you. you can't be injured"

- "sweetheart, dyya remember those shit heads name lemme kill em and get rid of em for you kay?" sanzu let out while grinning maniacally

- "y/n, if anything remember that we're here for you. we love you for who you are and anything else didn't matter" kakucho said

- fuck. you've never feel so loved and complete. after all of this time, after those ressurected time, after countless of death, after countless of time being called monster left alone and hated. you've finally get to feel what is it like to be loved to feel happiness

- they managed to bring another side of you, the side that no one ever saw.

- they love you nonetheless, they also love your new side. how you would get all clingy and waiting for them. they love all of you.

- at the end of the day, they will never leave you. even after knowing the truth.

- for a few days you noticed that they've gotten a lil bit busy?

- uhmm lemme just say that bonten is doing their business over what they say, lemme quoted "now it's time for payback motherfuckers, you messed with our y/n you mess with bonten."

- they would do anything. anything for you.

- got a creep that obsessed with you? considered it done, that motherfucker will die in no time

- don't tolerate shit. like literally, if they ever caught someone talking shit bout you or take your picture. uh well yeah they'll be 6 foot under in no time.

- absolutely fucking wholesome, will you praise anytime, anywhere.

- watch them fight each other to over who should take care of you.

- refuses you to let you do anything on your own

- love taking care of you, will baby you at any chance they get

bonus : since you're not apart of bonten officially? you didn't really have a desk or office, but! mikey decided to do something for you, ehehehe he actually make a lil space for you inside his bigass office and all bonten executives will take any chance to get into mikey's office just to see you or talk with you ><

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kittydripuwu · 3 years

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Hey can I request for Bsd Boys headcannon :dazai, chuuya, and akutagawa reacting seeing their s/o flinch after they almost snapped out of anger at them (s/o can be gender neutral or female)

hihi! hope this is okay <3 enjoy!

dazai, chuuya and akutagawa (+fyodor) seeing their s/o flinch hcs

words - 962

warnings - swearing

genre - angsty fluff hcs

note - yes ik fyodor wasn't requested but i felt like adding him

dazai osamu

- argument stems probably from you hanging out with chuuya or someone really pissing him off

- very manipulative during arguments, will almost never be reasonable whether its something you did or not

- dazai's not one to show much emotion in the first place so he wouldn't really show you how mad he actually is

- but eventually he will go off if he lingers on it for too long

- will start off by talking with an angry tone but eventually will escalate to yelling

- this will scare you and make you flinch considering that you've never really seen him this mad

- will see you flinch and instantly stop yelling at you

- realises that hes gone too far instantly

- he'll apologise calmly and forget whatever he was angry about in the first place because man like he scared of losing you

- you are like EVERYTHING to him like u are his reason to live so please just forgive this man hes trying his best to be a better person

- will keep apologizing until he feels you've finally forgiven him (even tho u did when he first apologised)

- makes it up to you by cuddles or stargazing with him ( please i see dazai as the type of person to just stargaze for hours like idk why but it makes sense to me??)

- he'll hold you close and tell you sweet lil things like "i love you" "you know i would never hurt you"

- WILL make u promise to never leave him because man this got hiM SCARED like hes fucking scared of people just leaving him when he gets too close

- so please, reassure him that this was nothing to you and that it's okay, it was just a small argument (even tho it wasnt that small)

- but ya overall expect good cuddles and hugs after, as an apology

- and kisses like everywhere

chuuya nakahara

- oh boy

- we know this man has some anger issues

- idk what he would possibly get mad about but tbh it probably wouldnt be anything related to you

- will probably start ranting about someone that made him mad at work or overall just something really small that pissed him off

- very short tempered (haha short)

- you let him yell for a good while because you know he needs to let some sort of anger out

- but it will get scary shortly after he starts he kinda just goes nuts

- no self control when hes angry

- he wont even realise the look on ur face

- ur scared, admit it

- he may be short but hes SCARY when mad

- anyways

- when he sees you flinch tho, dead silence in the room

- he goes QUIET which is rare for chuuya yes

- the one thing hes very afraid of is hurting you, he would never want to hurt you in anyway

- will give you the biggest hug

- tells you he loves you and hes sorry

- reassures you that he would never wanna hurt you or make you scared of him

- pls he loves you so much

- wont let go of you for the REST OF THE NIGHT

- he needs to make sure you know that you're safe in his arms

akutagawa ryunosuke

- um this boy is just ANGRY always

- would probably get mad cause of atsushi being praised by dazai

- "why him"

- please hes been through so much oh my god this man

- dazai wtf how could u hurt this poor boi

- ANYWAYS

- yeah he'll be really fucking heated and just fucking yell and threaten to kill anyone around him (if theres anyone else there apart from you)

- bye this is awful but i feel like he would accidentally activate his rashomoun and break something -

- so ya when he sees you flinch for the first time, i feel like he wouldn't really thing anything of it until he sees you do it again a couple of times

- he'll stop yelling and talking in general

- he wouldn't really know what to say or do tbh

- but will apologise

- will get sad cause he didn't wanna make u scared of him

- like yes he wants people to fear him but hello?? not you omg ur special to him <3

- will probably walk away for like an hour and keep to himself until he's ready to properly apologise to you

- will then give you a hug and let you sleep in his arms

- i dont see aku as being very physically affectionate but yeah dw you'll get ur well deserved cuddles <3

fyodor dostoevsky

- tbh i wouldnt put it past nikolai to piss him off LMAO like he would fully annoy him SO much

- but its okay cuz we love niko <3

- sorry but i cannot see this man yelling

- hes just so calm?

- and collected?

- how -

- anyways

- so hard to read like you have no clue what hes thinking like EVER?

- but you can tell hes mad when his eyes go all dark and he talks like SUPER calmly with 0 emotion in his voice

- he'll scare you

- i mean who wouldn't be scared of him

- you'd probably flinch from just the way he talks so fucking CALMLY

- like how? is? he? so? calm? yet? angry?

- oh boy he would def feel bad for going all scary on you

- "im sorry, milaya" (darling)

- he would say that so calmly aswell-

- would give you a forehead kiss and light hug and go to his lil work room for like 3 hours

- you will not see him until its time to sleep where he'll cuddle you and apologise again

- "i would never want to scare my little myshka" (mouse) he would say that to you as you fall asleep

- will give u so many forehead kisses PLZ

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya #dazai osamu #akutagawa #fyodor #bsd headcanons #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #dazai x reader #fyodor x reader #bsd imagines

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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Fixation

(This is a Yandere Yelena x Fem Reader story ;)) This takes place in a Modern AU outside of the anime, and I won’t justify my reasoning lmao

TW: Coercion, !Drugging!, Manipulation, !Noncon!, !Dubcon!, Daddy kink (ehehe), spanking, she’s a straight up Dom w her tall ass, kinda a meanie, degradation!, handcuffs!, use of sex toys!, Overstim!, size kink!, dumbification?, unwanted filming!, etc..

Proceed with caution! Sorry if this is too self indulgent lmao, when women (lesbians) talk to me, I become the biggest idiot to ever exist :)) )

Today wasn’t the best day to wear a skirt.

Begrudgingly smoothing down the lilac fabric of your skirt, you huff indignantly. All you wanted to do was look cute for your crush, Marco, but it seems that that was too much to ask for.

Your white sweater, at least, keeps you somewhat warm from the harsh wind. It’s tucked into the waistband of your high waisted skirt, and your thigh high socks push the fat of your cute thighs out slightly. The sound of your white sneakers against the pavement is drowned out by your classmates’ loud voices, and you’re seemingly unaware of a certain black-eyed glare.

Seeing your classroom come into view, you hurry inside, sliding into your lab assigned seat. Eyeing the dark haired male of your dreams, you can’t help but sigh pathetically at the fact that he hasn’t noticed you. Up until recently, the two of you were great friends-always hanging out and texting one another. But, the moment the both of you picked up this class, everything changed.

Hearing the seat next to you slide open, you glance up at your seatmate. Smiling up at the tall woman, you greet her kindly, “Hi, Lena! How’re you today?”

The Russian exchange student smirks down at you, as she plops onto the seat, “Good, now that you’re here.”

Laughing at her gruff words, you wave her off, “You always say that,” Zipping open your backpack, you pull out your class notes, “What’re you going to do this weekend?”

Her smirk widens, dark eyes gleaming, “Why? Asking me on a date?” You laugh once more, completely oblivious to her hopeful tone.

“You’re so funny, Lena,” Pulling out your pack of multicoloured pens, you start to set up for your class, “I just heard you speaking with Annie about ‘something big’ the other day, so I became curious.”

Not one to acknowledge boundaries, the blonde woman starts to play with your (hair/sweater), “I’m throwing a party, one you should come to,” Her tone leaves no room to negotiate, but you don’t really notice. Nodding, you smile up at her.

“Sounds fun! When is it and who’s going?” Her hand trails down to your thigh, fiddling with your sock. Brushing off your mild alarm at her ministrations, you justify her actions through your cultural differences.

“Tonight at eight. Annie and her friends should be there, same with Marco and a few others,” She name dropped the kind man on purpose, knowing your misguided infatuation with him. If only you knew how much of a pussy he is. All she did was threaten him once, and suddenly he stayed clear of you. It made her life easier, sure, but it annoyed her that he dropped you like a gutted fish. You’re too good for that.

Pulling out your phone, you pull up your calendar, showcasing that you have no plans this evening, “Okay, I can go!”

Her smirk grows wider than before, “Great,” Yelena’s accent seemingly grows thicker, her r rolling more harshly than before.

With that, class begins without a hitch; Yelena’s hand still glued to your perfect thigh.

Stepping out of your car, you readjust your new outfit. Keeping the thigh highs from earlier, you changed your lilac skirt for a black, body con one, along with a cropped, black long sleeve shirt that accentuates your cleavage.

Slamming your car door shut, you lock it with your key, before heading towards Yelena’s luxurious flat. You can hear low music and voices from her open top floor balcony, multiple shadows moving inside her home.

With a fast beating heart, you can’t help but hope that Marco will speak with you tonight. With that hope deep in your chest, you step inside the fancy building’s lobby. Approaching the front desk, you go to show them your ID, but are met with brightly smiling faces.

“Go on up to the tenth floor, (Your Name)! Yelena already told us that you’re coming!” Surprise overcomes your form. Why do they know you by appearance alone? You’ve never even been here before.

“Oh, okay! Thank you,” Deciding to ignore the weird situation at hand, you head towards the lift. Pressing the button, you wait a few moments, before stepping into the open lift doors. The sleek metal walls reflect your appearance back at you, whilst you press the pristine ‘10’ button. With a small beep, the lift begins to move, practically flying at top speed to the top floor.

Once at the tenth floor, the doors fly open, showing what looks to be a living room. You can’t help but gawk at the large flat displayed before you. Your classmate must be quite wealthy to afford a place like this.

You awkwardly make your way inside, and are immediately greeted by the party’s host, “Hey, (Your Name), welcome!” You’re side hugged by a buff arm, practically slammed into Yelena’s torso.

“Hey, thanks for having me!” You pat her back in an attempt to have her let you go, but instead, it seems to spur her on. She drags you towards a large L-shaped couch, which is filled by Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt. A handful of others sit at her dining room table and kitchen counter, the open concept allowing everyone to see and speak to each other comfortably.

Reiner glances up from the story he’s telling Historia and Ymir, a grin painting his handsome features, “Whoa, that’s a new look for you, (Your Name)!”

Multiple eyes are suddenly glued to your now self conscious form, an uneasy smile on your face, “Hello, everyone.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look great! It’s just really different from your normal, cute clothes,” People nod and agree with the large man, causing you to break out in a nervous sweat.

“Well, I hope I don’t look too bad,” You joke halfheartedly, “I just wanted to try something new.”

Yelena takes your appearance in, practically salivating. Whilst she does enjoy your usual clothing, this look fits you quite well.

“You look very nice,” Bertholdt reassures soothingly, patting the spot by him, “You can sit next to me, if you’d like.”

The short haired woman glued to your side reacts immediately, “No, the girl needs a drink,” Annie shoots her a knowing look, which she nods to in response. You’re practically ragdolled to the kitchen bar, as the conversation starts up once more. Once at the marble countertop, the large woman releases you in favour of pouring you a cup of spiked punch, “This is very good. Made it myself.”

You give her a bright smile, accepting the red solo cup, “Cool! I’m sure it’s delicious!” Bringing the cup to your (lipstick/chapstick/lipgloss) coated lips, you take a small sip. A burst of fruity goodness explodes on your tastebuds, making your eyes widen in surprise. You can’t taste a drop of alcohol in it, “Wow! This is really good!”

A proud grin overtakes her lips, as she nods her thanks, “Of course it is. I knew you were coming, after all,” You laugh in response, and take another sip of the red liquid.

“I see! Well, you have a very nice home!” The tall woman leans against the counter, holding herself up with an arm that goes behind your form.

“Thank you. It’s very spacious. I find myself lonely at times,” Her large, black eyes stare down at you, trying to send you a message through them alone.

“Oh, well, have you tried getting a roommate? Maybe the flat won’t be so empty,” She nods at your words.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Would you be my roommate?” You laugh, thinking that she’s joking. Not bothering to look up, as you take another swig of your drink, you don’t see the somewhat hurt look on her face.

“That would be something! Not only are we seatmates, but we’re also roommates,” You giggle some more, taking more sips of your delicious drink, “But, your flat is a lot nicer than mine. I may take up on your offer.”

Looking up, you see her grin at you approvingly, “Yes, that would be nice,” What you don’t know is that her lease is almost up, making it so she has paperwork she needs to fill out. Paperwork that would look great with your co-sign on it.

Three drinks in, and you’re feeling a bit woozy. Typically, you’re not a lightweight, but it seems that you are tonight.

Leaning your upper body onto Yelena’s strong form, you laugh hysterically at something Reiner says, “Oh my God, you’re hilarious-” You cut yourself off with a snort, causing the entire room to laugh at your cute giggling.

The short haired woman you’re currently using as a pillow holds you tenderly, a pleased smile on her face. The stuff Annie gave her works very well.

“Man, if you weren’t Yelena’s girl, I would’ve cuffed you a semester ago!” Reiner roars wholeheartedly, slapping the leather couch below him.

In your cloudy mind, you barely understand the words he just said, “Haha, wha-?”

Pushing your head into her breasts, Yelena shushes you, “My poor baby is such a lightweight,” She and the others chuckle at that understatement, “I think it’s time to turn in for the night.”

Her civil way of kicking everyone out was enough, as everyone trickles out of her luxurious flat. Once the last person leaves, Yelena stands to her feet, scooping you up in her buff arms. She goes to her lift, pressing the lock input, she types in the lock code, not allowing anyone in or out of her home. Your high mind can barely comprehend what’s going on around you.

She hums an unknown tune, as she goes up her steps to her master bedroom. Kicking open the door, she flips on her bedroom light with her elbow, before shutting the door with her foot. Sauntering to her California King sized bed, she lays your drugged out form on her light grey coloured sheets.

“-Lena, wha-” Your head lulls to the side as you giggle uncontrollably, “-Are- are we dating?” She hums in response, starting to pull down your skirt.

“Yes, my Darling Girl,” She smooches your forehead, “We’ve been together since I moved here,” Pulling your skirt’s fabric down and off of your legs, she tosses it on the floor, exposing your pink panties.

“Bu-but, I like Marco,” You weakly attempt to push her grabby hands away from you, “I-I wan’ Marco!”

The feelings of disgust, envy, and fury overwhelm her all at once. How dare you! She’s always treated you so well, that spineless fucker doesn’t deserve anything from you! He especially doesn’t deserve your wonderful heart!

She says nothing, grabbing your blouse, and chucking it off of you. Your breasts jiggle at her ministrations, your bra just barely containing your tits. Seeing your almost bare, perfect body makes her pussy tingle, but her anger outweighs her arousal.

Settling on the bed, she grasps your boneless body, and pulls you over her knees. You’re still muttering and questioning the validity of your relationship, all whilst saying that horrible boy’s name, causing her to cup the fat of your ass and squeeze harshly.

“Baby, you know better than to say those horrible things. I love you very much, and it hurts to hear you say that.”

Your breasts, arms, and head rest over her left knee, as you try to look up at her stern face, “But-”

“No buts, you know what happens when you act like a brat,” She slaps your ass experimentally, earning a pained yelp. A small smirk covers her lips, and she hits your ass as hard as she can.

“‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Your pleading is cute, so cute.

“I know you didn’t, Princess. But I have to remind you of your place,” She slams her hand down once more, jolting your entire body. A shrill cry leaves your lips, as you try to move off of her lap, but seemingly can’t find the strength to do so.

After five more smacks, the blonde pulls you onto her lap in a straddling position. One of her arms wraps around your top half, pushing your crying face into her neck. The other is wrapped around your waist, hand smoothing over your bruising ass, and playing with the hem of your panties.

“Don’t cry, Princess. You know I had to set you straight,” She coos, “Your stupid, little brain is far too gone to understand at the moment, but you will once you sober up. So, for now, let your Daddy make you feel good.”

You mutter nonsensical words in between your sobs, but the large woman isn’t put off. After she’s done with you, you’ll never think of that freckled fuck ever again. At least, you won’t unless you want him dead.

Wrestling your pliant body to the mattress once more, she leaves you on the bed by yourself, before rolling onto the left side. Opening the top drawer of her nightstand, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, a battery powered hitachi wand, duct tape, and a small bottle of lube. Setting them on the bed by your writhing form, she quickly makes her way back to you.

“Shh, it’s alright, Princess. I’m right here,” Yelena reaches under you, fiddling with your bra’s hooks until it pops open, allowing her to slide your useless arms out of the garment. Tossing it aside, she sucks in a deep breath, enjoying the view of your plush chest. Experimentally, she pinches your right nipple, relishing the small moan you let out at the feeling. Gripping the handcuffs next to you, she feeds your dainty wrists through the opening, popping the pink, plush cuffs on tightly. Happy with the result, she continues her endeavour.

Moving farther down your body, she leaves your socks on, loving how your thigh fat squishes up a bit. Grabbing the hem of your cute, pink panties, she pushes them off of you, exposing your pretty cunny. It separates from you with a small string of slick, filling Yel with a sense of satisfaction. You’re her perfect pain slut, aren’t you?

Pushing on your pliant legs open, she smiles happily down at you, dark eyes blown wide open, “Awe, is your slutty pussy wet for me?”

You shake your head rapidly, disorienting yourself more than before, “Nu-no! It’s not!” She clicks her tongue teasingly, her smile growing wider than before.

“Don’t lie to me, Princess. Now I have to punish you once more,” Forcing your legs open, she holds them down with her own, straddling your waist. Her large form easily overpowers you, as she grabs the blue hitachi wand, and flips it on to the highest setting. Pushing it against your clit with a swift motion, your entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation. A loud whine leaves your lips, as you try to buck it off of your sensitive cunny.

“Puh-please! Take it off! It’s too much!” Yelena snickers in delight, ignoring your pleading. Grabbing the duct tape from beside you, she rips off a few long strips, before smacking them onto your skin and the vibrator, effectively keeping it attached to you.

Your moans and whimpers continue to grow louder and louder, as you try your best not to cum. You bite your lips in the hopes of stifling yourself, but it does little to help. If anything, it just spurs the large woman on.

“Go on, cum for me, cum for Daddy,” You shake your head, a few keens falling from your mouth, as she watches in awe at the way your cunny leaks and clenches around nothing.

Your toes curl in ecstasy as you cum, a loud whine escaping you. A gush of your orgasm flows from you, wetting the blonde woman and the mattress below. Two long, slender fingers prod at your slick pussy, forcing themselves inside your sensitive walls.

“Good Girl, You’re so Good for me,” They Start to move in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting your g-spot repeatedly with how long her fingers are.

“Too much! Too much!” You cry, as she quickly brings you over the edge once more.

More slick sprays from your cunny, as overstimulation begins to set in. Yelena captures your lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into your mouth. The kiss is wet and hot, as she grips at your plush chest.

“No, no it’s not, Baby. It’s not enough,” Fumbling with her fly, she releases the strap she’s been wearing all night. In all honesty, she’s surprised that you hadn’t noticed the bulge or felt it underneath your ass earlier. It’s a good ten inches in length, and around 5.5 inches of girth.

It is pretty intimidating for most, but due to your fucked out stupor, it should feel amazing for you. Grabbing the lube, she squeezes a small amount onto the silicone cock, smoothing it over the toy in sync with her fingers pumping inside of you.

Deeming the toy and your cunny ready, she makes the next move. Sliding off of your numb legs, she stands to her feet, towering over you in all of her glory. Hefting you up and off of the mattress, she quickly punched your back against her pristine, white wall. Forcing your arms around the back of her head, she continues to kiss your drooly mouth vigorously.

Wrapping your legs around her slender waist, her large leg muscles and arms work to hold you up. Guiding your dripping cunny over the tip of her strap, she slowly sinks you onto it.

A keen of both surprise and pleasure rips out of your throat, as you grip onto her short, blonde locks. Giggling, she bucks her hips into yours sharply, causing you to orgasm on the spot. The vibrator and her strap on feels like heaven.

Throwing your head back in bliss, you feel your arousal drip onto her dress pants, creating even more wet spots than before. Separating from your lips, she grins down at you.

“Look at you, dirty Girl,” She spanks your ass harshly with one hand, as she continues a hardcore pace. The tip of the silicone cock batters against your cervix, causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain, “You love it when Daddy ruins your pussy, don’t you?”

Too fucked out to think properly, you nod your head vigorously, “Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I love Daddy’s cock!” She kisses your cheek tenderly, not stopping her thrusts for even a moment. Moving her lips down your vulnerable neck, she starts to suck the tender skin, leaving dark love marks on your pretty skin.

“Mmm, good Princess! Since you’re such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat. Do you want a treat? Does your dumb little mind even understand what I’m saying?” You nod once again, eyes teary and pleading.

“Yes! Yes! I want a treat, please, Daddy!” Smirking against your skin, she reaches into her pocket from around your thigh.

“Since you asked so nicely-“ She presses the injector lever, shooting a large load of fake cum into your gummy, needy pussy. You cum almost immediately, this clearly being the biggest orgasm of the night, as you practically convulse and squirt a geyser of cum all over the place, “I think you deserve Daddy’s cum inside you.”

You practically sob at the overstimulation and the feeling of being so full, “Thank you! Thank you, Daddy!” You kiss her of your own volition, surprising the large woman. Her heart warms, loving how you’ve become so submissive.

Cradling you’re form to her muscular body, she saunters back towards the bed, pushing any other objects off and into the night side table.

Placing you on the now dry sheets, she quickly flicks off the vibrator still taped to your clit, before placing it on the table beside her. Plucking off the duct tape, she then takes off your handcuffs, effectively freeing you. Instead of moving away from the woman, you lay there tiredly, no longer processing the situation.

Sighing in content, Yelena grabs a hand towel from the drawer she keeps her sex toys in, and wrestles it under your hips. Smiling, she removes the strap from inside of you, enjoying the sight of the fake cum flooding out of you.

Laying next to you, she pulls your head into her chest, curling around you as if she were a safety blanket.

“You did well, Princess,” You don’t say anything, snuggling into her warmth, “Go to sleep, tomorrow we’ll announce our official status, okay?”

An slurred ‘Okie’ is heard, before you slip into unconsciousness. Cupping your face in appreciation, her dark eyes glance in the direction of a small green light coming from her video camera.

Now you’ll have to date her; after all, you wouldn’t want your sex tape to get out, would you?

#yelena #yelena x reader #yandere yelena #yandere aot #yelena brainrot #yelena aot #aot x reader #yelena thirst #yelena smut #yelena supremacy #yandere aot x reader

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emeren · 3 years

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such a tease - eren jaeger

👗 anon request <3

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 4k

content warnings: 18+, smut, choking, degradation, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness

notes: this was an anonymous request and lemme just say, i was SO excited to write this one. i’m unfortunately not super happy with how it turned out, but i’ve been swamped bc school just started back up!

SUMMARY: reader decides to tease eren by wearing a skirt without any underwear for the day, causing her very jealous boyfriend to act out in an unexpected way.

one look in the mirror was all it took for you to quell your nerves. your fingers ran over the expanse of the pleated skirt, smoothing out any wrinkles and creases. this was bold, even for you, but you knew exactly what you were doing.

eren had never been particularly shy about his protective nature; he was always making sure people understood you were his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around your waist or glaring at men who stared a little too long.

you loved that about him, but you loved pushing his buttons even more. he had a bad habit of being an argumentative, hot headed little shit, and teasing him like this was asking for some rough, animalistic gesture. that was exactly what you wanted.

you’d never neglected to wear underwear in a skirt this short, the fabric stopping just below your ass. you knew you’d have to be careful or you would end up flashing jean or armin, and that would drive eren up a wall.

you hoped eren wouldn’t notice until you were all out; meaning there would be nothing he could do about it. teasing him was one of your favorite things to do.

you heard your phone buzz quietly from your bed, picking up the small device and seeing eren’s name at the top.

lil shit <3: get ur ass out here we’ve been waiting forever

the eye roll that naturally came to you was strong, giving yourself one final once over in the mirror before heading out of your apartment. you couldn’t help the nervous smile that teased at your lips once you left the building, connie’s beat up minivan sitting at the curb. riding in his car was never the first choice; it was musty and had suspicious stains on the carpeting, but it was the only one that fit all of your friends.

connie laid on the horn as soon as he saw you, the rest of your friends yelling from inside the vehicle as you approached. you could see jean in the passenger seat, jogging up to the rear door with a knot of nervousness in your stomach. you placed one hand on your thigh to keep the skirt from riding up as you slid the van door open.

sasha and mikasa were stuffed in the small backseat, armin and eren sitting in the middle row. it was comical to see eren in the spot generally reserved for the smallest passenger, but you had no doubt that he wanted to sit in the middle because of you. he was petty like that - a trait that made teasing him all the more fun.

“hey guys,” you smiled, sliding into the van as your friends all greeted you at once. your eyes were on connie, who was craning his neck to give you a rather incredulous look.

you felt eren stiffen as you sat down, reaching for the seatbelt. connie decided to speak up before you had a chance to question it. “dude, come ooooon. what the hell took you so long?”

“sorry, i was distracted and my phone was on my bed,” you explained, connie resolutely rolling his eyes in response.

“let’s go already, i’m starving!” sasha wailed from the back, shaking your seat in front of her. you giggled at her desperation, finally turning to your boyfriend as connie sped away from the curb.

you were surprised to see that eren was already staring at you, a weird glint in his eyes. you gave him a smile, trying to act innocent. “hi.”

he didn’t say anything, just looked forward and placed his large hand on your bare thigh. it wasn’t that it was unusual for him to do so in front of your friends, in fact it was normal. you just weren’t used to him placing it so high; so high that the tip of his pinky dipped beneath the fabric of your skirt and threatened to inch towards the apex of your leg.

had he already noticed?

“took you awhile to get ready,” eren commented, his words only being heard by you as everyone else in the car chatted about going bowling. you glanced back up at him, eyes scanning his face. he was wearing a black t-shirt and sweats, the customary ‘i don’t care about anything’ outfit he always seemed to adorn. the cold metal of the ring on his middle finger did little to ease your nerves.

“yeah, i was just thinking about some stuff and got distracted,” you lied, smiling up at him. he was looking at you from the side of his eyes, jaw clenched.

“really?” he breathed, his hand shifting ever so slightly up your leg. his smallest finger teased at the crease of your thigh, head leaning down to whisper in your ear. “were you thinking about some stuff or were you forgetting about some stuff?”

your breath hitched, face growing hot as you struggled for something to say. connie, once again, beat you to the punch. “oi! lovebirds! no canoodling in my back seat!”

“we weren’t canoodling,” eren sneered, pulling away and moving his hand to just above your knee. he squeezed the skin generously, your slight embarrassment about eren’s public displays of affection quickly wearing off. “i was just saying, it looks like she forgot a coat.”

jean snorted from the front seat. “yeah and because you’re a dumbass who doesn’t wear one either, i’m gonna have to give her mine later.”

jean’s lighthearted words lit a devious lightbulb in your mind, the gears of your plan now in full swing. you leaned forwards, wrapping your arms around the back of the chair and consequently jean’s broad chest. you leaned your head to the side, a grin on your face.

“you really are too sweet to me, jean-jean!” you cooed, the feeling of eren’s grip tightening on your thigh an indication of just how well this was working in your favor. jean chuckled at the familiar nickname, hand coming up to pat your arms wrapped around him.

you let go and slid back into your spot, eren’s face clearly peeved at your display of affection. for once, you had the upper hand. and you were going to milk it all the way.

the local bowling alley was a small, dank building that prided itself on its catering towards college students without much else to do. as connie skidded to a stop in his self-designated parking spot, the legacy of the building seemed to live up to its expectations.

eren hadn’t said anything else on the ride over, just kept his hand protectively (and respectfully) placed on your lower thigh. you were much more careful sliding out of the car this time, hand blatantly coming down to cover your ass. you knew that eren was watching you, as he was quick to follow you from the vehicle and stand behind your brazen figure.

he wrapped his arms lazily around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head as you waited for your friends to pile out of the car. you’d grown accustomed to his touchy nature, suddenly deciding to press your ass against his groin. the gesture was small, but you could feel eren’s dick harden within his pants.

“careful!” he hissed, hopping back in an attempt to shake away his sudden erection. you snickered to yourself, giving him a glance over your shoulder as you followed your friends into the building.

the interior was the same as it’d always been; drowned out with black lights and the smell of wax. it was the kind of atmosphere that reminded you of your earliest days of childhood; attending large birthday parties and eating way too much cheaply made cake.

the attendant was a short man named george, one who’d acknowledged connie’s arrival with annoyance.

“head to our usual lane guys,” connie pointed, a grin on his features. you all made your way towards lane ten, eren in a sulking tow behind you.

as everyone began to sit down, jean motioned for you to sit next to him. “each side will be opposing teams. we’ve gotta be on the same team, per usual.” he called innocently.

you and jean had dominated your friend group bowling tournaments each time before, and you figured this would be no different. you started towards him, surprised when you felt eren’s hand wrap around your wrist.

“she’s going to be on my team this time, if you don’t mind,” eren stated in a quipped tone, something that would normally go undetected by jean due to their frenemy behavior. you knew that eren’s words were coming from a place of jealousy, sincerely trying to hide your sadistic grin.

jean scoffed, shaking his head. “yeah, right, jaeger. she’s going to be on connie and i’s team, like always.”

you nodded your head in agreement, spinning to face your boyfriend. your skirt lifted ever so slightly at the action, eren’s teal eyes snapping to the garment with an annoyed perseverance. “don’t worry, i’ll take it easy on you.”

he knew what you were doing. he knew that the thought of a part of you - a part specifically reserved for him - nearly on display for anyone who cared enough to pay attention, was enough to fill him with a primal sense of possessiveness.

eren had never been particularly good at hiding his emotions. in fact, he’d been known to let them consume him in an embarrassingly juvenile way. as you sat down next to jean, your bare leg bumping his, eren couldn’t suppress the annoyance that washed over him. he folded his arms, the thought of your tight little-

“eren?” armin called out, eren snapping from his lewd thought process. you took notice, leaning down to tie your bowling shoes. “did you hear me? i said here’s your shoes.”

you listened to eren clear his throat and apologize, deciding to chat with jean and connie as everyone got ready to play.

the final straw in your plan hadn’t even happened on purpose. it’d come to you itself, as if the powers that be were purposefully trying to get you rammed into oblivion. it came after the first few rounds of bowling, after a few near misses with jean regarding the skirt, each one sinking eren further into his foul mood. it came in the form of a lanky, awkward looking employee.

he couldn’t have been any older than eighteen, carrying sasha’s order of nacho fries and your coca cola. he’d meant his comment to be nice as you got up to grab your drink. he hadn’t meant to say something that would send your childish boyfriend over the edge.

“oh, uh, i like your skirt,” he’d commented awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck. you smiled politely in response, eyes flitting over to eren. and if looks could kill, that awkward teenage boy would’ve been dead on sight.

eren’s eyebrows were furrowed, jaw clenched tightly. you felt your cheeks heat as he made eye contact with the boy, standing from his seat. eren was tall, looming behind you as he protectively wrapped himself around your figure.

“thanks,” he said flatly, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. you held your breath at the feeling of eren deeply exhaling against the sensitive skin, large hands squeezing your hips. the boy quickly looked at the ground, nodding before deciding to leave. eren waited until he was gone to remove himself from you, an annoyed twitch in his eye. “fucking little pervert.”

you rolled your eyes, taking a generous swig from your coke. “he was just being nice.”

eren glared at you, watching as you started back towards your friends. “nice my ass. i know you’re doing this just to rile me up.”

“what ever do you mean?” you snickered, purposefully swaying your hips as eren scoffed, plopping back down in his seat.

you made your way over to your teammates, sitting down and watching armin finish his turn. a couple minutes went by, chugging your coke and getting ready for connie to take his turn.

“i think i’m gonna go use the bathroom,” you hummed, jean nodding his head in understanding. you waited until connie tossed the bowling ball down the lane, effectively missing all of the pins. you knew you’d drank the soda way too fast, standing from the bench and making your way towards the dimly lit restrooms.

they were dark inside, with red lighting like something out of a sex club. you pushed the heavy door open, quickly locking it behind you and relieving yourself.

as you washed your hands in the sink, you thought about just how riled up eren was getting. it was humorous, in more ways than one, but you couldn’t help the slight guilt that crept up the back of your neck about your actions.

but then again, it wasn’t like eren wasn’t known himself for being a tease. you couldn’t count the number of times where he’d purposefully made you jealous or grabbed your ass in an inopportune moment. so what was the harm in giving him a taste of his own medicine?

you flattened your hands against the skirt, making sure it was straight before unlocking the door and heaving it open, stepping out into the dark hallway.

you jumped back at the appearance of a dark figure leaning against the wall, defensively clutching your chest as you stood in front of your slightly amused boyfriend.

“mind if we chat?” he asked, voice edging an emotion that you knew you couldn’t get into at the moment. your eyes glanced down the end of the hallway, no one in sight. you looked back to him, his pink lips turned upwards, the word ‘gotcha’ written all over his face.

“we should probably head back out there,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the way eren was sizing you up. he just smiled, pushing himself from the wall and taking a step towards you. all of the confidence you’d had in your teasing flew out the window, swallowing at the downfall of your plan.

“don’t worry. i told ‘em my mom was calling,” he purred in response, index finger coming up to gently trace against your jaw. it was his turn to be smug; everyone in your friend group knew that carla’s phone calls were a draw out, lengthy affair. he’d trapped you.

you held your breath as he stepped forward, slowly tilting your jaw to place a deceivingly sweet kiss to the skin. you felt embarrassed at the way your cunt throbbed at the action, his lips moving to tease the shell of your ear. “but what about me?”

“what about you?” eren sneered, his voice turning slightly sour, fingers roughly gripping your jaw as he placed a kiss right below your ear. “this is what you were asking for, wasn’t it? now be a good girl and go back into the bathroom for me.”

you hesitated for a moment, thinking about your friends bowling a mere 100 feet away. eren’s eyes were dark, and the churning you could feel at the pit of your stomach was only making it harder to resist.

all it took was the thought of eren bending you over the sink, fucking you stupid for you to demurely shift in place, turning to shove the bathroom door open once again. you could feel your neck burning at the thought of how easily you’d just submitted, but you wanted this. more than anything.

the bathroom was no desirable place; it smelled like generic soap and had discarded pieces of toilet paper on the ground. eren didn’t seem to care, gingerly locking the door behind himself before roughly shoving you forward facing against the cool, knock off linoleum countertop.

you could feel his hard dick pressing against your ass, your reflections in the dirty mirror lit under the red lightbulbs. he was commanding; aggressively grinding himself into you, your skirt beginning to ride up at the motion.

eren made eye contact with you in the glass, one hand coming forward to tilt your neck to the side. he slowly brought his lips down, peppering the skin till his mouth met the base of your neck. he made sure you were watching as he pressed his tongue flatly against the skin, your breath hitching as you watched him drag the wet muscle up to your jawline.

“you’re such a tease,” he growled against you, rolling his hips into your ass. you could feel your skirt starting to ride up even more, the cold air uncomfortable. “’s’hot, knowing your pretty little cunt is so exposed.”

his hand on your jaw slipped around your throat, squeezing lightly in warning as he flipped the edge of your skirt up.

you squeaked as his other hand snaked between your legs, middle two fingers slowly sliding themselves between your already soaking center. he rubbed at your clit, breath hot against your neck as he forced you to watch him through the mirror.

“look at how pretty you are,” he mumbled as he plunged his two digits inside of you, the sudden sensation causing a gasp to leave your lips. he wasn’t playing nice; roughly digging his fingers all the way to the last knuckle. his other hand squeezed your throat tighter. it hurt, but you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched around him, chest tightening. “so pretty for me. n’only me.”

he slowed his fingers, pumping in and out of you, the sound of your slick causing him to grow impossibly harder. the feeling of his cock pressed against the flesh of your ass sent another throb to your cunt, eren smirking in response.

“needy for my cock after teasing all day?” he asked, stuffing his fingers particularly deep, a strangled moan slipping past your lips. you struggled to nod your head against his grasp, the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you at such a rhythmic pace causing you to grind your hips against his hand and subsequently his cock.

he quickly pulled his fingers out from inside of you, hand growing tighter around your throat. “you were such a little whore today. a little whore who needs to learn a thing or two.”

you could feel tears prickling in your eyes, eren’s hand that was wrapped around your throat coming up to pry your mouth open. you didn’t have a chance to react before he was slipping his sheen coated fingers past your lips, the saccharine flavor hitting your tastebuds.

“suck for me, pretty girl,” he said lowly, hooded eyes watching you in the mirror. you did as you were told, wrapping your lips around his knuckles and swirling your tongue around his fingers. the taste wasn’t completely pleasant or unpleasant, your mouth releasing with a smack.

eren pressed down on your tongue with his fingers, saliva filling your mouth before he dragged the two digits down your chin and throat, leaving a shiny trail in their wake.

he brought his hands down to roughly grope your chest, your own hands pressing against the countertop to keep you steady. eren gripped the hem of your sweater, forcing the fabric up to your midsection.

“off, take it off.” he demanded, leaning back from you but still keeping his groin pressed against your ass. you were quick to oblige, pulling it over your head. as you did so, you could feel eren palming your ass under the skirt, his dark eyes fixated on the sight of your little skirt riding up on your skin.

you dropped the sweater to the ground, knowing you’d regret it later, but you couldn’t be bothered. eren didn’t wait, letting go of your ass to unclasp your bra, the undergarment falling into the empty sink. he palmed at your newly exposed breasts, fingers pinching at your hardened nipples.

he was watching you in the mirror, the sight of you batting your eyelashes with your saliva on your chin only making him more possessive. it sent a twitch to his cock, hands releasing from your chest to shove you against the cold glass.

“want me to show this pretty cunt who it belongs to, hm?” eren nearly growled, the thought of jean or that employee ever being lucky enough to see you like this pushing him over the edge.

you tried to nod against the mirror, your breasts pressed against the cold material only aiding the way your center throbbed mercilessly for whatever eren was about to do. his hand came up to fist your hair, the other haphazardly yanking down his sweats and boxers.

you could see his veiny cock slap against his stomach through the mirror, the tingling in your clit multiplying at the sight of it. eren smirked at your staring.

“fuck,” he hissed, his gaze drawn to your skirt pooled around your waist, glistening center ready for him to abuse. and he couldn’t wait any longer, rubbing the tip of his cock between your legs.

a gasp ripped through your throat at just how deeply eren thrusted into you, his hips hitting your ass with a loud smack. it hurt; his brows furrowed as he completely pulled out from you, just to ram himself back inside your tight cunt.

“what’s wrong?” eren asked breathlessly, pounding into you as hard as he could. you were jerking against the mirror, mouth open as your nose began to tingle; a tell-tale sign of tears. your boyfriend had a sadistic smile on his face, a piece of hair falling from his bun to rest against his forehead.

“ah- hurts,” you gasped out, the sound of eren pounding into you filling the small space. eren hit you with a particularly deep angled thrust, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. he tightly fisted your hair, yanking on the follicles as hit other hand gripped your waist for better leverage. it hurt so bad, but so good.

“look at you, look at you take my cock like this,” he said, voice gravelly as he began to buck his hips faster. you could feel the hot tears rolling down your cheeks, eren’s hand around your waist moving to guide your knee up onto the counter top for better leverage. the pain lessened with his movement, his animalistic thrusts growing pleasurable. “such a good little whore. a little whore who’ll only let me fuck her like this, hm?”

you moaned out against the glass, eren yanking your hair as an indication for a worded response. “yes-yes. all for you, only you.”

eren groaned out at your words, his head leaning back as he slammed into you from behind. he was blurry as your breath fogged the glass, but just the image of him bucking his cock deep within your throbbing cunt was enough to have you seeing stars.

he was filling you up so nice, pressing himself against you as the veins in his arms grew prominent. you could feel him twitching inside of you, your own center clenching around him as he made sure you knew you were his.

“such a little tease, showing off her pretty little cunt like that,” eren moaned out, shamelessly loud. he buried himself within you, your eyes rolling back in your head as the building anticipation between your legs became too much to bear.

“eren-” you heaved, him quickening his pace, hitting your cervix over and over. it was enough to make the tears come back, your vision becoming hot white as he bucked his hips once more, stuffing his cock impossibly deep within you. your orgasm didn’t reach its climax until you felt eren’s length twitch, effectively filling you with his cum.

the high was incredible; the cold mirror a stark contrast to the hot, burning sensation as eren thrusted out his own climax.

the two of you stood for a moment, mirror foggy and bathroom humid as you recollected your composure. when eren did pull out, he watched his cum slowly drip down your thigh, fingers attempting to stuff it back inside of you.

“don’t let it drip out,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your sweaty cheek. you could only roll your eyes, peeling yourself from the glass. he gingerly pulled his pants back up, delivering a swift swat to your ass as he stood straight again.

“y’know, you should wear skirts more often.”

“you should get jealous more often.”

“sounds like a deal to me.”

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Do Your Job.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Nope

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N doesn't know how to say no. And Chris doesn't like that.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Angry!Chris in this fic, kind of Naive!Reader... Enjoy

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Chris watched with a clenched jaw as the woman winced upon hearing her boss. He didn't like her boss, at all. "Y/N! Why haven't you made my coffee yet?" he screamed at her, despite standing only a few feet away from her. "I-I was… I was helping Peter…" she tried saying and Chris' hands balled into fists when the man took a few steps towards her, pointing a threatening finger in her face.

"Does he pay you? Huh? Are you his assistant? Now get lost and get me some coffee, fast! No excuses!" Teary-eyed after being screamed at, Y/N whirled around and walked out of the room. Chris wanted nothing more than to just grab that asshole's neck and squeeze until the life poured out of him. "Hey, everything okay?" He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to his co-star, Michelle Dockery.

"I, uh, yeah… yeah, I'm fine, why?" Michelle didn't miss his grumpiness. "Come on, you were sitting there like you were imagining someone's murder," she snorted, plopping down on the couch next to him. "His," Chris huffed, nodding his head towards Y/N's boss who was speaking to one of the extras on set. "What did he do?" Michelle frowned and turned to look as well.

"That man does not know how to treat his assistant."

It was the last week of filming Defending Jacob. Y/N had caught Chris' eye on his first day at work; she had him wrapped around her finger in the first week. She was super beautiful, very polite, kind and helpful. She cracked funny jokes and whenever she entered a room, it seemed to get a little brighter and livelier. Chris wanted to ask her out, but chickened out whenever he tried to approach her.

They hadn't talked, ever. Sure, sometimes he'd catch her looking in his direction during breaks and in-between shoots, but he never thought anything of it. He was Chris Evans, people were gonna stare. But, in the first month of filming, Chris realized that the woman had a bad habit— she didn't know how to say no. Ever. She never, ever said no to anyone. And that annoyed him.

Y/N, can you come here for a bit?

She would get up without question, and follow the voice. He once saw her sitting down for a quick lunch and she had only had one bite before someone called for her. And he had watched as she kept her lunch away and walked towards the person. That had made him unbelievably angry, because even after her work, she didn't eat. She gave up on lunch. He had come very close to talking to her that day.

His pent up frustration increased day-by-day, as more and more people started using Y/N's overly helpful nature to their advantage. He noticed how she ran around from place to place all day, how she'd practically collapse on a seat the moment she got a break and would softly groan when she heard her name not even 15 seconds later. And the worst part? None of the people she helped were polite.

Once, he saw Y/N helping someone with her dress and the moment the job was done, the other woman had walked away without a word, talking to some of her friends. He saw how Y/N had just stared at the woman, blinking, expecting a thank you but receiving nothing in return. He noticed the disappointed sigh she heaved after and left to do her other work. That incident had just made him want to hold her and never let go.

That brought them to today. Chris and Michelle dropped the topic and chatted about something else until he saw her from the corner of his eye. Then he turned to see her fully, watching as Y/N handed the cup of coffee to her boss. That man had the audacity to give her a glare before he walked away, sipping on the coffee. This time, even Michelle noticed, and her jaw dropped.

"What?! That bastard!" she exclaimed as a teardrop rolled down Y/N's cheek. Chris' heart broke at the sight, his eyes closing when someone behind him shouted her name. Her hand instantly flew up to wipe her tears and she smiled to herself before turning in his direction. And for a brief moment, their eyes met. She gave him a quick smile before jogging past him towards the person who asked for her.

He couldn't even smile back.

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"Cut! Break time."

Chris eased out of his tense position and rolled his shoulders before walking away, trying to find a seat. His feet ached from standing. He soon found a seat and sat down, taking out his phone. He went over some texts, until he heard her name being called. Then his head snapped up, because the person who had called for her was her boss. He glanced around until he saw her a few feet away from him.

She had her headphones in and was holding her phone horizontally, which made him realize that she was either watching YouTube, a show or a movie. And she was on her break. "Yes?" Y/N replied, taking out her headphones. "Get me another cup of coffee," the boss mentioned offhandedly, "It's my break." Chris glared at that. Make it yourself, asshole.

"But sir, it's my break too…" Y/N insisted softly. And without knowing, Chris' feet carried him towards the two. "So? I pay you, Y/L/N, there's no need to be such a brat. I'll have you fired in no time, you— Mr Evans?" Everyone around them froze as Chris placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder, darkly glaring at her boss. "She told you she's on a break," he spoke coldly. "Mr Evans—"

And the knot inside him finally broke.

"She's on a fucking break! Let her get some rest! She has been running around all day, doing things for your lazy butts—" he addressed everyone loudly, "—and none of you even thank her! Do you know what an angel she is? She continues helping you even after you treat her like scum! It's just some fucking coffee, if you're on a break, make it yourself! For God's sake, leave the woman alone! All of you, if I ever, ever hear her name being called around here again, it's over. I'll make sure you're off the set before you can even say sorry. Now get lost!"

He didn't mean to be so loud, nor so angry. But it just happened, months of frustration, months of anger released all at once. Y/N's boss stared at Chris for a few seconds, blinking, before muttering a quiet sorry and leaving. Everyone silently got back to work as Chris took in some deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. That's when he felt a small hand covering his.

He looked down and saw Y/N smiling at him, tears wantonly running down her cheeks. "Thank you so much," she whispered and his heart raced. "Absolutely no problem, darling. They were the assholes, using you to their advantage like that, so fucking disrespectfully… You have got to learn how to say no," he chuckled, dropping his hand from her shoulder. "I do, don't I?" she hummed, her lips twitching in shame.

"We'll work on it, I promise." He gently cupped her cheeks, wiping away her tears. Y/N gulped, trying her best to hide the effect his touch had on her. She had a crush on him, but like, who didn't? "How? It's the last week of filming," she pointed out with a small, sarcastic laugh. "It doesn't have to be the last week of us talking. How about we have dinner tonight, 8?"

Was he actually asking her out?!

"Yeah, yeah 8 sounds good," she replied near instantly and he gave her an amused smile. "Great. I'll meet you later, okay?" As he started walking away, she called out, "Mr Evans! My number!" And he walked back to her. They exchanged numbers, sent each other "hi" to make sure they had the correct number and Chris walked away again, ready to film the last scene of the day.

He was in an unusually good mood, having finally asked her out. She said yes.

He was also pleased at the end of the day, not having heard Y/N's name being called out even once after his outburst. Sure, after her break, some people had requested her assistance but they talked politely to her, saying thank you when she was done and smiling. Chris approved of that, after all, it was her job.

And, in the blink of an eye, it was 7:30 pm.

Chris was at home, fixing his hair. They had agreed to meet at his place, not wanting the media to find out. There, he had already ordered some pizzas and had beer ready, a movie paused on the TV. Chris finished messing with his hair and went downstairs, quickly patting Dodger's head. He sat on the couch and waited, busy scrolling through Twitter until he heard the doorbell ring.

When he opened the door, he saw Y/N. And his breath caught in his throat; she looked absolutely stunning dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, a cute little smile plastered on her face. "May I come in?" she laughed a bit when he just stood there, staring at her in awe.

It turned out to be a really good date, the perfect start to a perfect relationship.

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laurfilijames · 3 years

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Jealous Heart

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Requested by my naughty anon “E”, who wanted a needy/jealous smutty Kili. Thank you so much for coming to me for this! It’s been such a pleasure to write and I hope it meets your expectations. I’m honoured to have received this request- my first one ever! Enjoy your possessive and jealous Kili!

Pairing: Kili x female reader

Words: 3,222

Warnings: rated E. Vaginal fingering. M/F intercourse, unprotected. Kili is quite possessive in this.

Kili sat with his back rigid against the cold stone wall, arms folded across his chest, watching Y/N with fire in his eyes.

The tavern was bustling tonight. There was barely enough room to pass through the crowd to get to the bar for another ale, but still all Kili could focus on was you as if you were the only other person in the room.

He wanted you. Bad. But there you were for another night, laughing and being wooed by other patrons in the tavern. Other patrons who were far more suited to you than he could ever be.

The man who was currently stealing your attention, or caught completely under your spell was more like it, was a tall dark-haired man with a full, thick beard. His size towered over your frame, his rugged charm working to bring out your gorgeous smile, and the scene filled Kili with rage and jealousy.

He was a dwarf for pity’s sake, yet here this human sported facial hair that could challenge even Thorin’s kingly beard in all its glory! There was no way he could compete with that.

Kili felt like a disgrace, his mood continuing to fall as he began to pick at the bindings on his boot that was resting up on his knee.

How many times had he imagined you pressing your lips along his stubble-coated jawline, praising him for the intense pleasure he provided, begging him for more? Each time he touched himself it was to thoughts of you, pretending it was your gentle hands tugging on his hardened shaft. Since reclaiming Erebor he’d been with a few women, most of them eager to show their gratitude to one of their heroes, but the only one he really wanted, the only one he longed for, was you.

It seemed as though every other man in town- dwarf, elf or human- was captivated by you and tried for your affection. Who could blame them? You were perfect.

But watching them all set out after you night after night started to take its toll on Kili, the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head in the depths of his heart.

“You need to make a move, Kili, or Y/N will be long gone before you even have a chance to call for another ale,” his brother said pointedly with a nudge to his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts.

He shook his head in defeat, glancing up to watch you throw your head back in laughter. Gods, you were a sight.

“There’s no use, Fili. I mean look at her!” he waved in your direction, your charisma infectious to everyone around you. But his doubt left him as soon as he looked your way again, feeling a rush of urgency to have you, to push away any man who threatened to seize you from his own reach, to claim you as his.

He sighed and looked at his brother beside him who took a long drag from his pipe, regarding you from across the room with an odd expression on his face. It almost looked as though Fili himself was considering making a move on you and the thought made even more anger rise up in Kili.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, having seen that same look on Fili’s face before when he was interested in a woman. He wouldn’t think twice about dumping his ale over his brother's head if it came down to it.

“No, no, I wouldn’t,” he assured him, “It just doesn’t seem like she’s actually enjoying herself,” he tipped his head in your direction, his moustache braids wagging with his movements. “You should go and rescue her.”

“You think?”

“Yes! Just go!” Fili gave him a hard push on his back, causing him to almost trip over his own feet as he stood from their table.

Kili took a deep breath before he made his way over, and when he was close enough he noticed a faint tinge of falseness in your eyes, an annoyed expression crossing your face. A feeling of possessiveness came over him now that he knew you weren’t interested in this man’s company, and he found it hard to control his anger.

“Kili! I was wondering when you were going to make your way over to see me!” you exclaimed with enthusiasm the second he joined your side, hoping he would catch the thanks that laced your tone for interrupting your conversation with the man who tried his best to persuade you into his bed each night.

“Y/N,” Kili greeted you shortly, staring up at the man across from you with a venomous look. “Is this man bothering you?”

You couldn’t help but notice how dark his eyes were and you wondered if the young Prince was jealous.

So you decided to have some fun, thinking maybe this was the way to get him to finally admit those feelings for you you always suspected he had.

“Not in the slightest,” you cooed, biting your lip to hold back your smile as his head whipped to look at you, his brows knitted tightly together.

When you saw his reaction, you couldn’t keep your face from splitting at his sheer disbelief that you could have been enjoying yourself. The other man sulked away and you sighed with relief, “I’m kidding! Thank you for coming over, I could only be nice for so long!”

Your hand automatically rested on his forearm, feeling the muscles shift underneath his skin when he clenched his fist, the movement sending a sensation through you that made your breath hitch.

Kili didn’t return your smile though. He looked at your hand that remained on his arm and shook his head slightly as he turned away from you.

“It’s nothing,” he said in a low voice, but you could see through his words. He leaned forward against the bar, forcing you to drop your hand from him, refusing to meet your gaze when you shifted your body to try and face him again.

“Is everything okay?”

“Fine.”

Another lie. You wanted to tell Kili just how badly you wanted him, that there was no way any other man could compare to him. You could sense his unease and longed to erase it with your lips, desperate to admit that anytime you were intimate with anyone it was him who you imagined being with.

Kili glanced over his shoulder, rolling his eyes when they met Fili’s who nodded at him to continue talking to you. He rubbed a hand over his face, strongly considering getting his next pint and heading back to the table without saying another word. There was no way he could muster the strength to push his jealous feelings aside and just tell you he fancied you.

But he was quickly persuaded, feeling the gentle touch of your hand on his shoulder.

“Kili, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me,” you said faintly. Even through the noise of the crowd your voice sang to him clear as day, and he longed to hear what other soft sounds he could coax from your lips.

“I can’t stand seeing you with other men,” he declared, the words leaving his mouth involuntarily as if staring at your lips had him in some sort of trance.

Your eyebrows flew up in shock as you processed his words, making him panic slightly. He reached for his full tankard and turned to leave, but stopped when you spoke.

“Why is that?”

He sighed again and brought himself to face you, looking at you with an unashamed need.

“I want you to be mine.”

You nodded slowly, hoping you heard him correctly over the commotion around you.

You’d had your eye on Kili ever since you were young, and seeing him now as a grown and proud warrior after reclaiming Erebor had you yearning for him even more. The truth was that you were often jealous of how much attention he received from other dams throughout the kingdom, constantly having to listen to them all gush over him. And now he was telling you he wanted you?

Not daring to miss your opportunity, you leaned your body close to his, pulling him toward you by tugging on his coat with one hand, the other moving to wrap around his muscular torso.

“I want you, too, Kili…”

His gaze made you squirm where you stood, his expression enough to break your boldness and make you want to submit to him right then and there.

Before you had any more time to think up the things you wanted him to do to you, Kili grabbed your hand and gave you the cheeky smile that made your heart do flips, spinning on his heel to drag you through the crowd behind him.

“Where are we going?!” you asked, surprised at his sudden ambition.

“Away from all of these people!” he explained over his shoulder, a mischievous look plastered on his face.

The pace of your steps matched his, equally zealous to get away from the crowd and find a quiet spot to be together, but before you even made it out the back door Kili turned toward you and pressed you against the wall, eagerly taking your lips in his.

His hands groped at you while your tongues collided, the warmth of his mouth and body radiating through whatever part of you he touched.

You moaned into him, his large hands pulling at your dress, trying to expose more of your chest to him. Kili’s lips left yours and flew to your neck, kissing a trail down your ticklish skin which made your moans turn to giggles. Just as he drove his thick thigh between your legs to part them someone walked past, interrupting your activities. You both broke out in laughter, unable to believe you were actually fondling each other in the hallway of the busiest tavern in all of Dale.

He attached his lips to yours again in a hurry, backing up to remove you from the wall and pulling you with him. You were stumbling over each other in your search for the exit, bumping into walls before finally crashing against the door that led outside.

You couldn’t get enough of each other and before you even made it around the corner you had successfully torn open his tunic, revealing dark hairs covering his strong chest. Your hands carded over his bare skin and you pushed your tongue deeper in his mouth, ecstatic to be in this moment with him.

You couldn’t help but squeal when he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his middle, carrying you the rest of the way over to a more secluded area behind the row of buildings.

“Kili, someone could see us!” you worried, but you didn’t truly care, knowing just how much you wanted the dark-haired archer. He placed you down, but you didn’t trust your shaking legs, your arms remaining around his neck for support.

“I know, but I need you, Y/N,” he looked at you with an ache in his eyes and you knew he meant it. “I need you now.”

You tugged at his hair as he consumed your mouth again, his hard cock pressing against the material of your dress which was straining to get through his trousers.

Your fingers fumbled with the laces on them, desperate to feel him in your hand. Teeth nipped at your neck in response to your endeavour, a deep groan leaving his mouth to air over your flushed skin as you reached in and freed his length. You knew he would be impressive in size, but this was more than you were expecting and your thighs squeezed together at the thought of him stretching you.

Your name came out of him with a hiss as you began stroking him, your thumb running small circles on his leaking tip, your touch turning him feral.

He bucked into your hand and attached his lips to yours once more, one hand clutching your waist to pull you closer while his other tore at your neckline to expose your breasts to him.

He parted from you to take the sight of you in, your bare chest heaving in anticipation, nipples taught in the cold, night air.

Kili’s face plunged to your cleavage, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your breast as he sucked on your peak while he gathered the material of your dress to ruck it up over your hips.

Although you were almost delirious from his actions, you continued to slowly pump his throbbing shaft, pausing only when he glanced up at you with a possessive look. His fingers grazed up your quivering thigh and now lingered against your wet folds, waiting for your consent. You pushed your hips forward, a signal of your need for him to touch you more. He happily complied, plunging a large finger inside your warmth, his thumb finding your swollen bud to circle and press on it. A moan left you and your body shuddered to his touch as he moved his finger in and out of you, then adding another to stretch you further.

“Kili…” you gasped, gripping onto his broad shoulder as you rode his hand while still jerking your own along his length in a steady rhythm.

He removed his fingers from your fluttering folds and gripped around the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his waist. You felt his spongy head press against your wetness and you gasped at the sensation, more than ready to take him in.

“I will make you forget any other man who has ever touched you,” he vowed in a rough tone, and you knew it would be true.

Kili grabbed onto your bum, pulling you closer to his body as he pushed through your entrance. Your head fell back against the wall as you stretched to fit him, thankful for how wet he had made you. But even with the amount of slick that coated your walls, his girth was enough to make you whimper and cry out.

“Am I too big for you, amrâlimê?” he asked in a low, husky voice, his breath tickling beside your ear, still continuing to push deeper into you regardless of your answer.

“No, Kili,” you managed to say through a moan, “Please don’t stop.”

He moved to rest his forehead against yours, placing a gentle kiss on your lips as he bottomed out in you, his hips pressed firmly against yours.

“Good, because I want you to think of me with every step you take tomorrow.” His eyes were black in the moonlight, his words and his stare making you shiver. Kili moved so he was almost all the way out of you, making you miss the fullness he created, but thrusted back into you in one swift motion and you cried out again.

The sound of hips slapping against each other and your combined panting filled the quiet air as he worked to set a tempo, the tip of him contacting your deepest spot with every plunge that sent fire through your veins.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he declared, increasing his pace, determined to prove it.

You tugged at his hair and nodded in agreement, pulling him closer to you to capture his parted lips once more, eager to have him fulfill his promise.

As much as you didn’t want this to end, you knew neither of you would be able to last long. Feeling every inch of his thick cock slide in and out of you, hitting the perfect spot every time had your head spinning, each pump rubbing his coarse hairs against your swollen clit, getting you closer to your end.

His name fell freely from your raw lips, a mantra to the ecstasy he was giving you, which only brought more inspiration to the Prince.

“Kili…”

“That’s right, say my name,” he begged as he gripped harder on your hip to allow more traction to pound into you with even more force.

In addition to his ferociousness, the things he was saying to you wasn’t helping to prolong your session either. Kili continued spilling possessive proclamations from his mouth any time your lips weren’t locked together, making you feel powerful to have such an effect on him.

“I will be the only man who gets to make you feel this good,” he said hoarsely beside your ear, his intensity somehow increasing.

A cry escaped your lips as you began to climax, your walls clenching tightly around his member, your nails clawing at his back.

“That’s it,” he coaxed you, “let go. Let me have you, ghivashel.”

Allowing your body to give in to what it longed for so desperately, you did just as he told you and let yourself fall, shuddering around him as you came harshly, Kili not holding back as he pounded you over the edge. You felt him pulse inside you, filling you completely with his spend. He growled and with a twitch came down from his own high, your bodies in sync with each other, working as one. His lips met yours again in urgency while he still rocked slightly within you, the thickness and heat of his seed feeling exquisite against your fluttering core.

Kili remained encased by you, enjoying the feeling of you around him as he slowly softened. His forehead pressed against yours as you shared the same breath, and he couldn’t help but relish in the satisfaction of having you. You were his…

“I’ve needed you for so long, Y/N,” he admitted, “I needed to make you mine. I couldn’t bear to watch another man touch you, let alone look at you for another night.” He brushed his nose against yours, his lips moving against yours faintly while he spoke. “I should have done this long ago.”

You gave him an eager nod, “Yes, you should have, Kili. But we can make up for lost time.”

His mouth consumed yours again, a silent agreement that this wouldn’t be the last time he would prove to you that you belonged to him.

After a moment he pulled away from you, breaking the seal on your lips as well as the connection that remained of him inside you. As if feeling the loss immediately, he looked at you with a worried expression and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asked you, searching your eyes with a gentleness that contrasted to his earlier passion.

“Of course I will,” you responded with a smile, seeing how your answer instantly brought one to his own face, his brown eyes glowing.

He kissed you sweetly and cupped your cheek with his warm palm, “Thank you. I want to be with you any moment I possibly can.”

Your smile grew at his confession, seeing the love he had for you, your heart swelling at what could come to fruition between you and the Prince.

Now that Kili had you, he knew he could never be without you. He took your hand in his and thanked Mahal as he led you through the night toward Erebor that he was now with his One, the only one he ever needed.

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