#i've never done anything like this either so please be gentle

[timlaughlin]

gif request meme → @balduransbones: dark winds + 11

FAVORITE EPISODE: DARK WINDS 2.03, ANTIGONISH.

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[chaotic-mystery]

Dark Angel | J.M.

Joel Miller x afab!reader

summary: Joel's too soft on you and he finally let's you see the real him.

warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI! porn w a tiny speck of plot, implied age gap, unprotected p in v, vanilla sex gone bad, choking, spitting, oral (both m & f receiving) loads of pet names (you and Joel both refer to him as daddy, pet, baby girl, little girl, slut, stupid, etc etc) playing with rope, bound to the headboard, breath-play, begging x100, rough nasty sexy time, slight arguing, nipple play/smacking, possessive!Joel, face fucking, cum eating/play, swearing, dirty talk, no physical description of reader other than having hair Joel can grab a fistful of and yank. NO USE OF Y/N (let me know if I've missed any.)

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Getting it through Joel’s thick head that you weren’t made of glass and he could be a little rough on you was a job cut out for you. He was always gentle, too gentle at times. Like one time, you had to beg him to spank you while you were on top riding his cock, and he fought you so hard on it. He was scared he was going to hurt you, his sweet baby. Joel always asked if what he was doing was okay, if you were in pain, and as always you had to respond upset at the fact you weren’t in a little bit of pain. 

With the growing frustration of not getting handled how you wanted, you figure now was the best time for you to get your way, to see what he was hiding deep inside himself.  As usual, Joel was on top of you between your legs with his arms on either side of your head to hold himself up, trying to get inside you just right so he didn’t have to contort your body so much. “God, baby I missed you so much.” He panted as he slid inside you, slowly thrusting and asked if it felt okay. 

A grin grew across your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, looking him deeply in his eyes. “Baby, would you maybe choke me? I like that, ya know. I think it’d feel go-”

“No, sweetheart, I-I don’t wanna hurt’cha. A pretty lil angel like you is into that kinda stuff?” Joel’s caught off guard but not enough to stop moving his hips back and forth. 

“Yeah, honey. I like that, it’s easy…see, I’ll show you..” Your hand moves down to his neck, giving a tender squeeze, the thrill of maybe getting somewhere with him had rushed straight to between your thighs. 

Joel groans in irritation, grabbing your wrist to pin it above your head. 

“Baby, c’mon, don’t ruin what we got goin’ on right now. I’m sorry I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He protests and stops his hips from moving but doesn’t take himself out of you. 

You roll your eyes at him and shake your head, groaning to cut him off. 

“Joel, all I’m asking is for a little bit of a squeeze, not for you to take the air from my windpipe…you did it once before and you’ve never done it again. Why?” 

An aggravated sigh falls from his lips and he sits up on the corner of the bed with his hand running along the nape of his neck. “Can we not talk about it, please?” 

Why was he running away from talking about this? He wouldn’t even have a conversation about it without shutting down on you. 

“Why, Joel? Why not? Stop running from this and just talk to me, I’m not made of glass you know.” 

The room falls silent and you tug the thin grey sheet up under your arms, your eyes grazing over Joel’s naked back, his muscles flexing every few seconds. 

“I did it once, I was a little rough with you, seeing how much you liked it…it scared me. It scared me knowing how much I liked seeing you whimper and cry, beggin’ me to stop spankin’ your ass because it hurt.” 

Joel’s back tensed as he finished muttering his sentence. 

This whole time he’s been burying who he really was inside, not wanting you to see how fucked up he really is.

“Jus’..unlocked a whole new way for me to imagine you. Absolutely hopeless and willing to do anything I say or want.” 

Hopeless and willing to do anything. 

Sitting up and pressing your chest against his back, you hooked your arm around his neck and hugged him, kissing the nape and crook of his neck slowly at first but it turned hungry and desperate in a matter of moments. 

“Would you like that, Joel? Clawing at your body to get your cock inside me like a needy little slut?” The words purred against his soft skin made him groan in excitement. 

He turned to you, cupping your face gently as he spoke calmly, “do you want me to show you that side of me, baby? I just need to know you won’t hate me afterwards, especially if I hurt you a little too much..” 

With Joel’s thumb rubbing your cheek softly, you turn to kiss the inside of his palm.

“Joel, I could never hate you. Show me the real you, daddy.” The words poured from your lips and they were like beautiful string ballads to his ears. 

“Are you 100% sure?” 

You place your hand on his and nod softly.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything until you.” 

Joel gave you a warm smile and without any hesitation, he grabbed your neck roughly and tossed you on your back, sinking into the sea of pillows and blankets.

With every harsh grab at your legs to get you right where he wanted you, he grunted lowly and soon enough he had that devilish smirk you once knew. 

“Stay there, be a good pet for me.” A sloppy kiss was pressed to your cheek and Joel dips out of the bedroom, going downstairs for what felt like forever. You could feel your thighs collecting your sticky arousal and it takes every ounce of willpower you have not to touch your aching cunt. 

He was back before you could act on your thoughts and in his hands was a bundle of rope, worn and tattered but still strong enough for what he needed it to do. 

“D’ya know how many times I’ve thought about tying your ass up and just takin’ you however I wanted? Punishin’ you for that smart fuckin’ mouth you got on ya and the way you think you can talk to me sometimes, the way you wanna argue  when you think you’re right and you aren’t.”

Joel’s hands carefully tie your wrists to the headboard and he pulls hard when he makes the knots, small groans escape from him as he does. 

He leans back down close to your face as he holds himself up above your body. You can feel his hard cock against the inside of your thigh and all you can think about is how you need him inside you before you explode. 

“I know I’m gonna enjoy every single second of this sweet girl… just like I know you will too.” Joel grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back so you have no choice but to look him in the eye and he grins at your slight pain, kissing your forehead before he trails down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin to elicit whimpers from you. 

Joel’s mouth finds your left nipple and like a magnet he takes the hard bud in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it roughly. Your eyes watch him the entire time and your brows furrow in such pleasure, meanwhile Joel’s are peacefully shut as he’s groaning against the pillowy flesh of your tits as he swirled his tongue around your overly sensitive nipple like it's a toy. 

Fuck. You were his toy until he was done with you. 

“J-Joel-please I need you baby, please.” You were lifting your hips up in his direction to try and get any sort of friction you can against his cock. 

Joel’s eyes shoot open and his strong hand snatches your jaw tightly, your nipple popping from his mouth as he squints at you. 

“You need daddy’s cock in you that bad, sweetheart?” He coos at you, shaking your jaw a little. 

With furrowed brows you nod eagerly at him, muttering yes over and over again.

A glimmer in Joel’s eyes makes your heart race even more than it was, you could practically feel it in your throat. 

“Beg for it, little girl.” 

Whimpers fly from your parted lips as you muster enough energy to beg him, your wrists tugging harshly at the restraints. 

“Please, fuck me-ah-I need you, I need you to fill up my tight pussy and have your way with me until you’re done using me, daddy.” 

You swear Joel’s brown eyes shift to pitch black as you whine more and squirm. 

“Mmmm, you make it hard to say no to you.”

Joel reaches down and takes two of his thick fingers and forcefully rushes them inside your dripping entrance, looking for your g-spot he was no stranger to. 

His eyes fall heavy as he watches your face flush with ecstasy, your mind seeing stars and planets and everything else he was keeping you from for so long.

You were stuttering and moaning for him to go faster and instead, he replaced his fingers with his cock, hitting that spongey piece of flesh harshly. 

Your back arched off the bed and he chuckled at you, wrapping his arm around you to hold you against him. Your top half draped over his arm and his mouth finds your nipple once more, lapping at it while he pounds into you. 

“Fuck baby-ugh- you feel so good wrapped around my cock like that, stretchin’ your tight little hole out. Tell me who this pussy belongs to, honey. Go on…say it.” He growls and bites your nipple, his groans vibrating on your skin.

“I-it belongs to you, daddy. Fuck- this is your pussy I swear, no one’s ever fucked me the way you have, never. I’m all yours daddy, always.” You could hardly get all your words out before Joel laid you back down, grabbing your hips to lift you up a tad and ram his cock right into you. 

With the bed frame bumping the wall, it only made him want to go harder and faster to see if he could put a hole in the spot it was hitting. 

“No one is ever gonna fuck you again, you got that? You are mine. Once I’m done with you, you won’t be able to even think about anything else, just worried about the next time my dick will be buried in this sweet little pussy that belongs to me.”

No one had ever been this possessive with you before. Joel had his moments of the occasional man looking at you and him threatening to beat the guy up, but it didn’t even come close to this.

“Daddy I’m-ooh, ssshit-I love y-”

You were cut off by Joel’s hand letting go of your hip and gripping your neck roughly, squeezing so hard you had to stop talking to focus on breathing correctly. His hips pound against the back of your thighs as he squeezes tighter, chuckling lowly as he could see the air slipping further and further from your lungs, the vein in your forehead protruding the harder he applies pressure.

“My sweet little slut, beg me for your life.” As Joel’s eyes look into yours, the corner of his pink lips curl into a sly grin, what a sick fuck. 

The tightness on your windpipe made it damn near impossible to choke out the words he wanted to hear, the sobs he was impatiently waiting on. 

With tears in your eyes you were so fucked out and unable to glue words together that there was not a syllable coming from your windpipe, just raspy squeaks and moans. 

“Didn’t think you could, stupid little girl. Look at’cha. So willing to get this old man to do whatever he wants, don’t even care if you fuckin’ pass out.” A harsh slap to your nipple with Joel’s freehand was enough to make you gasp deeply, your lungs puffing up again. 

The burning ball of pressure was deep inside your stomach and you wanted to come so badly, to scream his name so loud everyone would know who was fucking you. 

“Fuck baby, you squeeze me so good, makes me wanna come inside ya. Would you want that, honey? Full of my cum to the brim and make you carry my babies?” Joel’s balls smack against you and his groans almost cover the sound but it's still faint and noticeable. 

You stopped struggling to get your arms free and your legs wrap around Joel’s waist as you start to shake and come all over him. You sob as your orgasm makes you feel so animalistic, like you can’t control yourself. 

All Joel does is go harder, forcing you to feel everything inside and out. His hands run all over your body while his cock rams into you. He’s amazed by you, so enamored the way you sob and shake and beg for him to stop. 

“What’s that baby girl? You want me to stop?” He rhetorically asks before slipping out of your pussy with a groan and his tongue latching onto your clit instantly. He sucks your clit into his mouth and moans as he shakes his head from side to side.

“Joooel! Ple-ase please please st-top!” You cry out, your throbbing clit so telling you’re about to come again. Joel licks your clit mercilessly before spitting on it and comes back to your lips, his beard coated in your sweet slick.

Wet kisses of slick and spit cover your mouth and tongue and you can’t get enough. You lick inside his mouth and all over his tongue, getting every last bit of you from him. 

“Open your mouth.” He murmurs on your puffy lips and gets off you, standing on the side of the bed, grabbing the top of your head forcefully to turn your face towards him. 

“Fill that smart ass mouth with my cock, since you always wanna run it. Well now I’m gonna fill it.” His hands on his hips await you to put his cock in your mouth without hands and the growl Joel lets out when he feels your lips wrap around him. 

You moan on him and move back and forth causing his knees to lock and move closer towards you, slightly fucking your face. 

“Such a pretty baby while you suck on me like that- fuck, sweet girl.” Joel sucks in air through his teeth as his cock twitches, his hips dip slightly and before you can pull away, Joel’s coming in your mouth. The slightly salty liquid pooled in your mouth as Joel jerked himself off until every last drop was gone. He bends down slowly and closes your mouth for you, pressing your jaw up so you can’t open it. 

“Swallow it all like the good girl I know you can be for daddy.” He gets close enough to lick what little was dribbling from the corner of your lips and with watery eyes you look at him and swallow hard. 

Joel’s hand pulls down your jaw slightly and you smirk as you stick out your tongue to show it's all gone. His tongue finds yours once more and you moan in each other's mouth, so drunk on lust and love. 

“You’ve been holding all of that back from me?” You joke and Joel’s head drops with a chuckle. 

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

Can I ask for Natasha x reader where one of them calls the other one by their real name and the other one freaks out because they usually call them by petnames? Thanks!

Of course! I always love fics based off this idea 💞 this is kind of angsty because I'm a sucker for that kind of stuff alright 😭 also Малыш is supposed to mean baby in Russian, but I honestly have no idea how accurate that is

Terms of Endearment (Natasha Romanoff x reader)

Warnings: mentions of insecurity/self depreciating thoughts, not really hurt/comfort but also kind of?? Idk

You and your girlfriend Natasha had always been fond of using petnames for each other, often more so than your actual names themselves. Whether it be honey, sweetheart, darling, or simply just babe, you never ran out of cutesy names to call each other. But as much as you loved hearing the never ending abundance of pet names roll off Natasha's tongue, what you didn't love was how often you got teased for it. 

You knew the other members of the team didn't mean anything by it and would stop if they knew how much it upset you, but the problem was you didn't really have a good reason for feeling that way. It seemed silly just thinking about it, childish even. So you kept your mouth shut, laughing along at their meaningless jokes as you made yourself a promise to cut down on the cheesy nicknames. 

You hoped Natasha wouldn't notice the lack endearing terms on your part, but she did, of course. She always noticed the small things nobody else picked up on. It came with the job description of being an assassin.

Although she'd noticed it, she couldn't understand why there was a sudden change in your behavior, especially when she knew how much you loved the petnames you had for each other. 

Because of this, she cut down on the petnames, too, and only used them when you were alone, hoping maybe she could solve the problem that way, even if she didn't know what it was.

It all came it a head one day when you were cooking together. It was just the two of you, everyone else either busy or in another part of the Avengers base. 

Natasha was standing by the stove, making some sort of soup. "Малыш, could you hand me the salt?" She asked after tasting it and realizing it needed something. 

The way you tensed up at the name she used for you did not fly past her, and it caused her to let out a small sigh. "Are you okay? You haven't been using nearly as many petnames for me as you used to, and I've noticed whenever I use them you seem... upset. Even when we're alone." 

You let out a sigh yourself, knowing it wouldn't do you any good to lie about it. "I... I was hoping you wouldn't notice." You began meekly, looking down. 

Natasha had a slight frown on her face as she turned towards you fully. "And why is that?" Her tone was gentle, but firm. It was clear she wasn't going to let you leave without some sort of explanation. 

"It- its not you. Or me. Its the others," you confess quietly. "I didn't really like the way they teased me whenever I called you honey or babe, so I stopped all together." 

She nodded her head, the pieces suddenly falling into place. "Ah, so that's why. At first, I thought I'd done something to tick you off." She joked, it making her heart warm to hear the laugh that came from you after. 

"No, it wasn't that, and even if it was, you know I could never stay mad at you." You said playfully, finally handing her the salt. 

She took it from you and added some to the pot on the stove before speaking again. "I'll talk to everybody, and tell them to lay off on the teasing, that way you won't have to worry about it anymore." 

You gave her a loving smile, your tone filled with gratitude. "Thanks, hon." 

She smiled back at the petname before giving you a soft kiss. "Of course, darling. Anything for you." 

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[adventuringblind]

Don't Lie to Me, Darling

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: Ghoulverse smut,

Summary: Its nerve wracking being a virgin, even more so when your boyfriend is a ghoul and could eat you if he wanted. She tries to lie to him about it and Oscar takes that personally.

Warnings: Corruption, overstimulation, talks of eating people, minor blood, restraint via Oscar's tail, PinV, monster fucking (technically speaking)

Notes: This... is unholy. Bless whoever requested this!!!

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It's not like she was expecting to feel aroused from something as small as Oscar's tongue. Which, objectively speaking, is longer than any human tongue. Short for a ghoul, however.

She's been watching him lick his lips in concentration while playing COD for an hour now. It's driving her insane with need.

A need she doesn't know what to do with. She's never done this before. Acting on her sexual needs is a foreign concept.

Oscar keeps eyeing her suggestively and shifting around on the couch. He's purposely making his lap inviting and she hates it. Is this an invitation? She can't tell and doesn't want to embarrass herself either, so she refrains.

Oscar puts the controller down and stares at her. Eyes dark, intense, and staring into her soul. "Darling, anything you want to tell me?"

"I'm fine, Osc, really." She throws him a smile, but Oscar only furrows his eyebrows. He crawls over her body, pushing her onto her back.

"Are you sure about that?" She nods, blushing furiously. "Nice try love but Lying gets you nowhere. I can smell the slick leaking from you. I can see you staring at me from over there."

She can't breathe. The air from her lungs is stripped away as Oscar runs his tongue across her neck. She whimpers underneath him. Unsure of what too do in the scenario.

"I can smell your fear."

"I've - I've never done this before..."

Oscar gets off the couch and hoists her up with no effort. He carries her to his bedroom and tosses her onto the bed. It's annoying how effortless it is for him.

He crawls over her and licks another stripe from her shoulder to her ear. "Tell me to stop and I will, but darling-" Oscar presses his nose to her the nape of her neck and inhales. "You smell so good."

She writhes beneath him. Her body aches for him. "Need you, please."

The verbal confirmation gives Oscar the room he needs to let go of whatever was holding him back. He rips he clothes off her body. Too impatient to undress her sanely.

His lips find hers while he does so. His tongue forces its way into her mouth, long enough to reach the back of her throat. She's choking on it, unable to breathe anything else but Oscar.

He only pulls back when he's got her in just her under garments. Oscar's dark eyes trail her body. He looks like he might literally eat her. The fear only stays for a second when gentle and nimble fingers unclasp her bra and toss it away. "Fucking hell love, how did I get so lucky? You are the prettiest thing I've ever seen." Oscar moans in a breathless manner that makes her own breath catch in her throat.

Oscar notices her mild apprehension. The fear tinging her addictive scent confuses him. "Do you want to stop?"

His gentleness nearly makes her cry. The rapid shake of denial, however, makes her dizzy. "But can you - maybe..." She fiddles with the hem of his shirt. He throws her a playful smirk. Skilled hands manage to get his shirt around his horns and is thrown onto the floor.

She ogles his body. To distracted by his toned abdomen and skin dotted with the constellation of moles to notice the fact she's drooling.

"Oh love, I'm going to ruin you. Make you mine and make sure everybody knows it." She squeaks at him and tries to cover the blush spreading across her cheeks. Oscar pins her before her hands can even touch her face. He tuts at her disapprovingly. "I want to see how good I make you feel."

Oscar kisses his way down her body, biting occasionally to mark her untouched skin. He licks over her clothed heat and pulls another embarrassing whine from her.

How he, once again, literally rips her panties with merely his teeth, alludes her. She doesn't have time to think about it. Not when his tongue is finally where she needs it to be.

Oscar dips his abnormally long tongue into her. Her back arches as the muscle travels deeper than any human could go, lapping at her from the inside. She grips the sheets underneath her as her buries himself inside of her cunt.

The noise is obscene. She's not sure how long she is going to last like this. Not with his tongue flicking her g-spot and nose smothering her clit. He's inhaling her, the wild way he grips at her thighs and drags her ever close can attest to that.

She's toeing the line between coherency and giving into whatever this feeling is. As her release gets closer, the only thought she can piece together is his name. Until finally, he has her screaming it.

Jumping to the other side of that line feels too easy as she loses herself to the intense pleasure. Her spin arches off the bed as Oscar demolishes her from the inside. His tail wrapping around her waist to pull her back down and hold her where he wants her.

He, ever so slowly, retracts himself from her. Licking his mess clean as he goes. She tastes so good like this that Oscar could die a sated ghoul.

But god, does he want to taste her for real. "Do you trust me darling? Will you be good for me? Let me make you feel good?"

She strings together pleads between his name being chanted. Oscar takes the que that she's still coming down from her previous high. He makes his way up to her hips. Sharp, elongated canines slip into the supple flesh.

The initial sting causes her to shriek. It's gone a mere second later and is replaced by the wonderful sensation of Oscar licking at the would he'd put there.

A massive show of trust on her end that doesn't go unnoticed by Oscar. That being said, she wants more and the Aussie, intent on not actually hurting her, tightens the grip he has on her with his tail.

This shouldn't make her feel as good as it is, but Oscar is going feral with whatever he can get of her. Her hands, the part Oscar is not restraining, instinctively grab at the rough surface of her horns.

She feels like the two of them in their own world. With the way Oscar is pressed against her with lust filled dark eyes and vibrating. "Shit, love, you taste heavenly."

Oscar, on the verge of losing all his sanity, switches their bodies around so he can straddle her. The devastated tears and whined please escape her like Oscar is going to just leave her with nothing. He kisses the tears away, her desperate eyes bore into her soul, reading every little twitch her body makes. "I know, darling. I'll give you what you need."

He keeps a hand on her as he rids himself of the rest of his clothes. And - christ - There is that tinge of fear again. The fact Oscar looks scarily... large? She's nothing to compare it to aside from maybe some sketchy porn.

"Do you want to stop? We don't have to go any farther." Always so considerate. Frankly, she'd rather him just decide for her and take the stress of thing away. In her uncoherent state of mind and willing Oscar to just touch her in some way, she mumbles out a verbal response.

The tearing of a package can be heard from somewhere in the room. Dread, arousal, and Oscar's name are the only things filling her mind as she stares at him.

Until he's back over the top of her.

Until he's lining up to take her.

Until... Until... "Do you want this?"

She settles for throwing herself upwards, meeting his lips with her own. She's wrapped up in his arms enough for him to steadily, and with complete control over, get inside her body.

The tears of pain are nothing compared to the other whirlwind of emotions. The closeness of Oscar as he takes her, slowly at first. Then he's toppling over her again and snapping his hips at an angle that has her body going staticky.

He licks and sucks at the sensitive spot on her clavicle. But he doesn't bite down, not yet.

Its rhythmic and calculated despite the fact he is growling in her ear. She adds animalistic to the list.

"All mine~" Is said against the all-important spot on her neck. "Gonna claim you, mark you up."

The line between anything remotely a sane thought and the overwhelming pleasure is becoming progressively blurred. She can only see, hear, feel, and taste, nothing except Oscar. Everything is him and it's all consuming.

"Osc - I'm-" The feeling she's only ever brought herself is seconds away from dragging her under.

"Shh darling, you're so good. Let go for me, yeah?"

Despite Oscar's growls growing in volume, he doesn't falter. Which makes her feel a bit silly considering she is a mess in his arms. Her fingernails claw at his skin. She is wailing his name because it's the only thing her mind can muster up at the moment.

The layer of sweat and Oscar's breathe hitting her skin is the first thing to register. He's stopped moving, fingers caressing her trembling body with car.

"Did I - was that... good?" Oscar can smell the hits of insecurity. A scent he doesn't want to ever smell on her again.

"Perfect. Heaven. Amazing. I'm ruined for life and addicted to you alone - I could go on for ages, but we might want to consider cleaning up."

She hums, still latched onto him. "Did you mean what you said?"

"Every last word."

"Even the part about - marking me?" The last part comes out as a squeak.

"Love, I would do anything you asked. If you want it, I'm here. But I'm not leaving unless you tell me to." Oscar holds her closer. His nose once again finding his favorite spot in the crook of her neck. "For now, though, did you enjoy yourself? I didn't hurt you at all, did I?"

"The scary human eating ghoul who is caressing me like I'm a porcelain doll after making me cry for him, is asking if I'm okay?" She pulls his head up to make him see how elated she is at the moment. "Best possible way to lose my virginity."

"Can't say I'm sad you lost it since it's mine now."

"All yours~"

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[shinobus-unbreakable-spirit]

hello, I've read about your post about yoriichi's headcanons and I love them!

Just thinking can I request a headcanon about reader jealous about Yoriichi being pestered by another woman? and how would he react after finding out his s/o's jealous?

thank you!🌹

I'm so glad you loved them! ^^

You must certainly can request that, anon! That is a very interesting scenario.... Lets get into it!

You and Yoriichi lived a humble life. You would both go to work, and then come home to each other. Sure, sometimes people would hit on you, but you'd always tell them that you were taken. You were faithful to him and expected the same in return. No matter who hit on either of you, the other would be the first to know and the third party stood no chance of disrupting your romantic union, as you were two devoted people in love.

This was how things were and how you believed they always would be.

That was, until she showed up.

You always liked to watch Yoriichi walk home from work, on your comfy queen-sized mattress, gazing out of the window roughly fifteen minutes after his shift ended; seeing him walk briskly back to you just filled you with an inexplicable jubilation. However, about two weeks ago, you observed something horrifying: he started walking home with a despicably beautiful young woman who you had never seen before. Soft-spoken, he would never say much, so she did all of the talking.

Every day, the same thing would happen: you would stare out of your window after his shift, he and the woman would stop outside your house and say their goodbyes, then he would be home. He never said anything about the woman, which made you paranoid. Why didn't he ever speak of her? Was she his dirty little secret, something he was trying to hide? Was he cheating on you?

One day, you decided you couldn't hide your emotions anymore. You exclaimed how you felt dramatically, voice cracking due to all the feelings that had bottled up; you told him that you knew about the woman, that you wanted an explanation, and that you were worried about what this woman could mean to him.

After you were finally done, Yoriichi, calm as the gentle waves brushing against a rock, cupped your cheek lovingly and said these words:

"My love, it has been weeks and I still don't even know her name."

Your eyes widened. If he didn't know her name, that meant-

"She is nothing to me but a co-worker. In fact, I still don't even know why she wishes to follow me home after work, but people have their reasons. Perhaps she is simply afraid to walk alone." He explained, relaxed.

You felt a little embarrassed. This was the first time jealousy had ever been a factor in your relationship, and it was ultimately over nothing. "I-I'm sorry.. We've just built such an incredible relationship, and then I saw this new woman and I just-" you were stopped abruptly by a warm finger meeting your lips. That same silky hand then navigated down to your shoulder, massaging it calmingly.

"Please, you don't need to explain yourself, Y/N. I understand." You looked up and saw nothing but sincerity residing in his maroon stones. Immediately, you felt all of your embarrassment wash away. He saw no fault in you whatsoever, and if a woman that beautiful was really nothing to him, then your relationship had to be secure. It was clear to you in that moment he wanted you and only you.

Then, you kissed him firmly on the lips with burning passion for your beautiful man. He was a little taken aback, but relaxed into the kiss and even offered some initiative of his own, interlocking his tongue with yours. He cupped your face with his hands as you two continued to kiss.

He then whispered something in your ear, words you wished to capture in a jar and keep forever: "You are the only one for me, my dear... I beg of you to never forget that."

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Ultimately, I believe Yoriichi is the kind to be very cool-headed in a situation like this. He wouldn't shame his S/O at all for experiencing jealousy, but would simply inform them of the truth, then comfort them after. I hope you liked this anon! <3

(NGL I kind of wrote this twice since the first time I accidentally deleted the entire thing HAHAHAHA I think it came out even better the second time though so perhaps it was a blessing in disguise?? anyways defffff had to harness my inner Yoriichi to not get mad when I deleted my first draft lolol)

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #yoriichi x reader #yoriichi x y/n #yoriichi x you #demon slayer yoriichi #headcanons #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer yoriichi headcanons #kny yoriichi #yoriichi tsugikuni #jealous reader

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

In Deep

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So this is a little different from what I've posted previously - and my first NSFW in this fandom - so please be warned and be kind.

Softness and sexual shapeshifting to follow.

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Larissa wasn’t kidding when she said she didn’t tire easily.  You’ve lost count of the number of times she’s tipped you over the edge tonight.  Not that it’s been all one sided.  You don’t think you could ever get tired of seeing her lose control, face contorted in ecstasy.   

You’re both a bit of a post coital haze when she pulls you into her lap until you’re straddling her.  It’s a position you’ve discovered she’s rather fond of.  You’re hardly opposed to it either, enjoying the way it evens out your height difference and keeps her lips within easy kissing distance.   

You feel her hands settle on your hips, guiding you to roll them.  It’s a lazy, sluggish motion when you finally do, but you feel her smile against your shoulder.  She’s clearly not done with you tonight.  The fact that she wants you like this never fails to ignite the flame in you.  Finding her lips in a sloppy kiss, you start to shift to straddle her leg instead, seeking some friction.   

She pulls back, however, and you find her gazing at you with an odd expression on her face.   

“What?  Do you want me to get the strap?” 

You watch as she bites her lip, suddenly shy.  It’s not like her.  At least, not anymore.  When she had first suggesting using one she had stuttered over her words and gone bright red.  You on the other hand had practically whimpered at the thought of her wanting to take you like that.   

“What if we didn’t need it?” 

You frown.  “We don’t,” you say flatly.  You really don’t.  Between her body, her fingers, her mouth and that voice Larissa has given you more orgasms than you’ve cumulatively had in your life prior to meeting her.  All of them excellent. 

“No, I mean...what if...” 

Usually you’re quick to catch on to her line of thought but you’re already worked up and things still feel a little hazy. 

“I’m a shapeshifter.” 

Still you frown.  This isn’t news to you.   

“When I shapeshift, I don’t need to shift everything,” she continues, her cheeks pink.  “I can alter certain parts.” 

There is a few moments where the dots still don’t connect for you.  Then, suddenly, they do.  “Oh.” 

“I mean, I don’t...we don’t...” 

“You’ve thought about this?” you ask, and although she doesn’t say anything the deepening blush on her cheeks tells you everything.  “Have you done this before?”  You don’t mean it as a judgement, more out of curiosity.   

Her face falls.   

“Pussycat?”  You duck your head, trying to catch her eyes.  Those eyes you love so much.   

“Once,” she admits quietly.  “A long, long time ago.”  She buries her face into the crook of your neck and you automatically bring your arms up to wrap around her and hold her close. 

“You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.”  You softly stroke your fingers through her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple.   

“It was...I was young,” she finally says quietly.  “I hadn’t even realised I could.  I had never tried, but the woman I was with...she taunted me.  Said since I was big enough and ugly enough I should just grow a set and fuck her.  So I did.” 

Why the world has decided it has to be so cruel to Larissa you will never understand.  Your hands move to find her cheeks, forcing her to look at you.  “Was she blind?  Stupid?  Both? You’re magnificent.”   

Leaning your forehead against hers, you see her lips turn up in a trembling smile, tears in her eyes.  You will forever shoot down the hurtful words of those that have come before.  Will forever try to sooth the hurt of the careless blows from thoughtless lips.  You lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.   

“She was a terrible choice of one night stand,” Larissa mumbles. 

“You haven’t done it again since?”  

“The one night stand or the..?” 

You smirk, chuckling.  “You’re a good-looking woman with needs.  I’m sure there have been more than a few breaks in the dry season before I shuffled in.”  Pressing another kiss to the side of her mouth, your smile softens.  “If it’s something you want to try I’m certainly not opposed to it.” 

She pulls back abruptly, her eyes scanning your face, her surprise evident.   

“One thing though,” you tell her, watching as she sits up a little straighter, her face suddenly serious as though she expects you to lay down some very strict rules of engagement.  “Shapeshifter anatomy is not my forte.  Do we need to worry about me getting knocked up?” 

She laughs, clearly not having expected the question.  “No.  I’m a female shapeshifter, so regardless of what form I take, and whatever gender that form is, I’m still genetically female.” 

You tilt your head, pondering over her words.  “So you can get the hardware, just not the wiring?” 

“Something like that,” she agrees, biting her lip again as she hesitate before asking; “You’d really try it?” 

You bring your hands up to cup her face once more.  “It’s you, and I happen to find you incredibly sexy, so you don’t need to sound so surprised.”   

There’s a pause and you feel her shift, squirming slightly beneath you.  When she meets your eyes, her pupils are blown.  “Tonight?” 

You roll your hips in answer, not getting a chance to elaborate further in words before her lips are on yours.  It’s messy and eager, and you can’t help but smile against her lips.  As her tongue swipes across your lower lip in question you immediately allow her to deepen the kiss, closing your eyes as you get lost in her.  It’s then that you feel it.   

Oh. 

You can’t say you have much experience when they’re not made of silicon but you hadn’t expected her to instantly be standing to attention.  Opening your eyes, you find her looking at you nervously.  Resting your hands on her shoulders, you rise up on your knees, adjusting yourself until you’re hovering over her.  You take a moment to memorise the look on her face; the hunger, the lust, the excitement.  Sinking down onto her, you briefly wonder how much she can feel, but as she lets out a guttural moan to match your own you find your answer. 

“Are you okay?  It’s not too much?” she asks, and you can see the effort it takes for her to concentrate on asking you the question and not get lost in the physical sensations currently flooding her system.  It warms you, the way she’s always quick to check in with you, no matter what you’re doing.   

You feel you should have expected her to be big.  She doesn’t do things by halves.  You take a breath, revelling in the knowledge that you’re being filled by her.  “No,” you breathe.  “No.  It’s just...”  You hiss as you shift your hips experimentally.  “It’s you.  It feels so good.” 

She grins before moving to kiss and nip at your neck as you begin to move in earnest, slowly finding a rhythm together.  It doesn’t take long for either of you, the excitement of the entirely new sensation overwhelming.  You’re the first to fall over the edge, she following you only moments later with a breathy moan, both clinging to each other as you try to catch your breath. 

When you finally manage to lift your head from her shoulder you find her looking at you hungrily.  “What?” 

She shakes her head, dropping her gaze.   

You can’t help but grin.  “You’re not done yet.”  You can feel she’s not done yet, not to mention see it in her face.  She really doesn’t tire easily.   

Blue eyes meet your own once more and you can see the hesitancy in her face. 

“If you don’t want to tell me, show me,” you tell her, watching as her eyes widen in disbelief.  “I trust you.  If it’s too much or I don’t like it, you know I’ll tell you.”   

Her breathing quickens, her hesitation fading in the face of her excitement.  “You’re sure?” 

You nod, feeling her arms wrap around you as she moves, still deep in you as she manoeuvres you until she has you on your back beneath her.  You bite your lip as she takes your hands in her own, holding them above your head.  You do love to have her looming above you, her hair loose as she moves.  Her having two hands free is also a bonus.   

She moves slowly to begin with, and you roll your hips, eager to show willing.  It takes a bit of getting used to; the new angle, the lack of a harness but she quickly finds her rhythm.  Encouraged by your moans and grasping hands, her thrusts become a little more forceful.  She leans down to capture your lips, the kiss messy and precisely what you both need.   

She hisses as your nails find purchase on her skin, inadvertently thrusting harder into you, bringing a deep moan from your throat.   

“You like that?” 

You whimper as she repeats the action.  “Yessss.”  You want to keep your eyes open, but when she starts to pound into you in earnest, you can’t help by throw your head back, hands fisting in the sheets you try to hold on just a little longer.  It’s when her lips find your neck once more, kissing, sucking and nipping that you find yourself hurtling towards the blissful abyss, squirming beneath her.  “So close,” you manage to get out, finally falling to pieces only a few thrusts later.   

Your back arches sharply as the coil that has been building within you finally snaps and you’re only brought back down to earth by a deep moan and the weight of Larissa collapsing on top of you as she comes only a few moments later as you clench around her.  A whimper leaves your lips as you feel her shift back following her orgasm, apparently as quick to revert back to her usual form as she usually is to rid herself of the harness between you. 

For a few minutes, the only sound filling the room is that of laboured breathing as you both recover from your release.  You find yourself mindlessly stroking Larissa’s hair as she lays her head on your chest, the warmth and weight of her body atop your own always a comfort to you.   

“Was that okay?” she finally asks, her voice small.  “It wasn’t too much?  I wasn’t too much?” 

A breathy chuckle leaves your lips.  You’re still twitching with aftershocks.  “Okay?  Oh, Pussycat.  That was more than okay.” 

She looks up at you, blue eyes sparking.  “Really?” 

“Really,” you smile.  “You’re never too much for me,” you tell her.  “You’re just the perfect amount.” 

“Even when I’m being a huge geek?” 

“Especially when you’re being a huge geek,” you reply, a fond smile tugging at your lips.  “Because you’re my huge geek.” 

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Entwined

Summary; Being in love with Eddie while he never noticed her was a special kind of hurt. She grows closer to Steve who's dealing with an unrequited love of his own. Nancy.

All that is between them is friendship but Eddie doesn't know that...

Warnings; Angst, jealousy, confessions. Tiny bits of fluff.

Sequel to Distance.

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated. Reblogs are especially important to writers 😘 I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

I hope you all enjoy this. I'm nervous 💞💞😥😘

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Eddie had woken up feeling sick to his stomach. After seeing Yn with Steve and realising that the feelings he had for her were deeper than he realised, he had fallen in love with her it was all he could think about.

Dianne had come up to him before he headed into school acting like she had done nothing and hadn't humiliated his best friend yesterday.

For a while now things with Dianne hadn't felt right and he wished he had spoken up sooner.

"Eddie baby" she throws her arms around him and he moves away growing pissed off.

"Are you serious? You humiliated my best friend and you act like nothing happened?"

Her jaw drops.

"What? She's in love with you Eddie. Did you expect me to say nothing? I already warned her and...

She what??

"Warned her? You're the reason that she has been so distant?" he snaps.

"I did what I had to do. She is in love with you. I had to get her away" he glares at her.

"She's my best friend! She didn't even say anything to you and you acted like she was planning to steal me away. You manipulated her!"

Dianne shrugs.

"What is the big deal? You don't love her back so isn't it better she knows that and can move on?" Dianne growls.

He swallows.

"I do love her. That's the thing, I'm an idiot for not seeing it sooner" Dianne gapes she is quiet for a second then begins to yell calling him an asshole and all the names under the sun.

"I'll forgive you this time. You can promise that you'll never see yn again" he scoffs.

"That's never going to happen. We're done. I don't want to be with someone who manipulates my friends. I should have listened to Gareth and Dustin when they warned me about you"

Dianne's face changes from pleading to rage.

"I knew it. I knew those fuckers didn't like me. Fuck you Eddie Munson and your friends too" she storms off and it feels like a weight has been lifted of his shoulders.

Good riddance.

It's then he spots yn getting out of Harrington's car and he feels like he has been kicked in the stomach when she kisses him on the cheek.

Fuck...

Harrington gently rubs her shoulder and each touch makes his chest ache.

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Eddie catches up with her on the way out of Mrs. O'Donnell's class and she avoids his gaze when he tries to speak to her still mortified her feelings are out in the open.

"Eddie please, I can't deal with this right now. I know you dont feel the same, I've accepted that a long time ago but did Dianne have to humiliate me like that?"

"You're my best friend, your friendship means everything to me but I need some space right now. Away from Dianne being around and gloating every chance she gets, she's already spent weeks making me feel like nothing and I can't go through anymore"

Eddie scowls.

"Sweetheart. I had no idea she was doing that she would have been gone the minute I knew, please can we talk? I haven't spent a day without you since we met, not being near you is hell"

She sniffs.

"It's not easy for me either Eddie but every time I look at you I just see her sneering face or her telling me that I'll never be good enough, for you, our friendship" an agonized look crosses his features.

"Never ever say that. You're everything to me. I..." She feels a gentle arm on her shoulder and it's Steve, he looks at Eddie and smiles a bit but then Dianne is coming over with a face like thunder and she's had enough.

"Can we go Steve" he nods and glares at Eddie.

Steve's eyes narrow.

"I can't believe you're still with that bitch man" Steve shakes his head and Eddie's mood darkens as he sees Dianne.

"I'm not. I told you to leave me alone" he says annoyed to Dianne who gives him a contemptous look.

"As if I was coming to talk to you. I was actually hoping to ask Steve out" she flutters her eyelashes at Steve who's scowl deepens.

Eddie can't believe he even entertained Dianne's bullshit, that he kept entertaining it even when he grew tired of her quickly.

He should have listened to the feelings he got that she was all wrong for him. Now, look at what happened.

Yn wasn't around due to Dianne's bullshit and she was the one woman who meant everything to him.

Steve answers Dianne.

"No thanks I don't date bitches" he storms off then and Eddie snorts at the look of shock on Dianne's face who looks at yn with a sneer.

"Still hanging around like a lap dog hoping Eddie will want you?" she mocks to her and Eddie's insides twist with rage.

He's about to speak up when yn gets there first.

"You know what? Screw you. You're a petty, hateful bitch and I'm sick of your shit. Grow up" she storms off as Dianne gapes. Eddie feels a swell of pride at yn for making Dianne speechless.

Still pissed he glares at her.

"Like I said. Leave me the fuck alone and leave yn alone" he tells her furiously and walks away.

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It's a few days later and movie night for the whole gang at Steves's house. He's given yn space as she asked but he misses her like crazy.

When he sees her sitting beside Steve as he heads inside jealousy burns in his gut as she giggles at Steve's joke.

His arm is casually around her shoulder and the ache in his stomach grows, viciously twisting like knots inside him. Is this how she felt when she saw him with Dianne?

It hurts his heart that she's felt pain like this.

He sits on one of the couches beside Dustin and when she catches his eye and smiles just a little bit he smiles back trying to send her a million messages in that smile.

I miss you, I'm a butthead and I love you too.

Steve whispers in her ear looking upset about something and she softens and gently takes his hand.

He misses her gentle touch. Ice settles in his veins and he tries to concentrate on the movie but every time Steve makes her smile or laugh it tears him up inside.

Is she with him now? The thought sends ripples of pain through him and as much as he would try to be happy for her it would hurt.

"So how are you and Dianne?" Nancy asks him. She's something huh?" fuck, how didn't he noticed that none of his friends liked her.

God, hes a dumbass.

"I broke up with her because she's a manipulative bitch" Nancy's eyes widen.

"Oh thank God that girl was awful"

''You broke up?" yn speaks up and his gaze fixes on hers fast.

"Of course, no one treats you like that sweetheart, no one, I'm sorry it took me a little while to notice what a bitch Dianne was"

Steve is rubbing soothing circles on her back and Eddie swallows trying hard not to show how it makes him feel.

"I should get going Uncle Wayne needs my help decorating the Christmas tree" it's a major lie but his insides feel like lead.

He's never liked when someone took notice of yn in the months that he has known her but he just assumed it was a protective reaction. The result of being close friends.

Why the hell didn't he realize it was because he was falling for her deeply?

He leaves before he can say anything else.

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She hears a gentle tap on her window and jerks awake. It's 1 am and Eddie is perched on her roof.

Curious she heads over and opens the window. He's soaked and shaking.

"Eddie, you'll get the flu" she motions him inside and he smiles at her sheepishly.

"I miss you, that's all I came to say, I miss you, and I understand if Steve likes you and I just want you to be happy even if it..." he shakes his head.

"I just want you to be happy" she frowns confused.

"Eddie, Steve, and I. We're just friends. He likes Nancy" his expression changes, relief flickers over his face and her heart skips a beat.

"Would it bother you if I was with Steve or if he liked me?" there's a seconds pause then he nods.

"You deserve happiness princess and I'd be happy for you even if... if it kills me inside" she moves closer to him hardly believing what she's hearing.

"Eddie... I don't understand?" he strokes her cheek tenderly.

"I love you too, I've been falling for you for so long and I didn't realize and I feel like an idiot for not fucking noticing"

She can't believe this is happening and doesn't know what to say.

"You're beautiful, you're everything to me, princess and I wish I had noticed that a lot sooner"

She moves towards him and he takes her hand.

"You love me?" she whispers softly and he nods stroking her cheek.

"I love you so much, sweetheart, when guys would notice you I would feel upset, jealous really and I assumed it was just being protective when in reality I've been falling for you for months" she's crying now.

It's everything she's ever wanted and didn't think could ever happen.

''We've got a lot of time to make up for princess, I'll spend every fucking day showing you how much I love you if you let me"

His big brown eyes are filled with sincerity, love and she decides to take a chance and steps forward to gently kiss him.

The kiss is gentle for a few seconds before it turns passionate and is full of love and desire, everything they both feel.

Eddie pull away awed.

"Jesus h Christ, that was... Wow" he whispers and he strokes her cheek as she grins and he kisses her pulling her in for a deep kiss, then presses soft kisses over her forehead and cheeks.

"I love you. I love you" he whispers and she cuddles into him.

"I love you Eds, always have, always will"

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x female reader #steve harrington x platonic!reader

[whumpshaped]

a concept just rammed into my head and i will now share it with my fellow Ambac Rotators on this blog: beck and helle species(?) switch

beck as a (relatively) new vampire

helle as a vampire hunter

no idea where this is gonna go. i just had the sudden image of human!helle pinning down a vampire 🛐

good day anon. i finally have the tentative spoons to engage w the fantasy (that ive been meaning to write for FOREVER and ur ask served as a good reminder of my goals and aspirations thank u)

masterlist

vampire hunter beck

tw vampire whumpee, dehumanisation, pet whump

Beck had been overly cautious every time he went hunting. He had to be, as a stupid little runt without anyone to protect him.

He had crawled out of his grave and into the clutches of a woman he barely recognised, only to immediately be discarded once she realised he couldn't use magic. He had begged her to leave him alive at least, promising to stay out of her way and go 'hunt' on someone else's territory; not his proudest moment, but then again, he had little to be proud of lately.

He hunted as best as he could, picking off lone passerby and muffling their cries as he drank his fill, too frantic and hungry to really care about causing pain. Then he disappeared for days, sometimes weeks, terrified of drawing attention to himself. And the cycle would repeat.

Until one day, he slipped up and chose the wrong target.

Beck had never seen a hunter before, especially not so up close and personal — and now that they were straddling his waist and putting a stake to his heart, he decided he didn't fucking like them. He had his hands up on either side of his head without having to be told, completely still in an attempt to appease the hunter who had caught him.

"You're the runt," they stated, not even a hint of doubt in their voice, but Beck nodded anyway.

"Yes, sir," he breathed, very aware of the sharp point digging into his chest whenever he dared inhale.

The title wasn't a conscious choice, really. He'd had to talk his way out of quite a few confrontations before, and if there was one thing he'd learned throughout all of it, it was that manners never hurt.

The hunter looked amused, leaning down a little and inadvertently placing more of their weight on the stake. Beck tensed under them, squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation of his inevitable demise. "Sir? Have I gotten myself a polite little leech?"

"I can be very polite so long as I'm alive, sir," he said hastily, and they chuckled.

"Alive... as if. Don't flatter yourself. I've seen corpses that looked better than you."

Beck pressed himself even more against the ground. "You're right, sir," he squeaked. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, listen." They clicked their tongue at him, like one would to get a pet's attention, and he reluctantly opened his eyes again. "I've got a deal for you."

"A... a deal?"

Was this common? He had nothing to compare this to. Were all hunters like this?

"Only because you're so well-behaved." They pressed down on the stake a little, as a gentle reminder for Beck to keep behaving, and he was suddenly very eager to nod along. "You see, runts are pretty rare. And regular vampires... they can't really be kept. It's a one and done deal, I come in, I stake them, I get my money."

That was simple enough. Terrifying, but simple. But also– "K-kept?"

"Kept," they repeated, grin widening. "Like a dog."

Beck swallowed. He had a feeling of where this was going, and he did not like the implications. "I... I see."

"And while I'm pretty successful, as far as hunters go... This is a dangerous job. I could use a buffer."

"No," he said timidly. "Please, I can't do anything, I can't– I can barely hunt, I'm starving half the time–"

"I could do with bait, too," they interrupted, shushing Beck when they saw him open his mouth to protest. "And of course, because I deal fairly, I'd let you have some blood in exchange. Can't have a pet without feeding it."

That... That made the offer sound much better, all of a sudden. He hadn't had anything to drink in at least a week, getting by on whatever dead animal he could find in the parks at night. Drinking from roadkill. His mouth was watering at the mere thought of human blood, even though the hunter hadn't yet specified what they'd be feeding him.

"Mmm, what is it? Interested?" they taunted, and Beck couldn't resist nodding a little. He wanted someone to protect him so badly; apparently even if they were a hunter.

"What... what do I need to do, sir?" he asked as respectfully as he possibly could, already wincing when the hunter pulled out a collar from their coat pocket and threw it into his hand.

"First things first, put that on. We'll discuss the rest on the way home."

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[whirlwindimagines]

‘In the moment we’re lost and found, I just wanna be by your side’

Vash X Reader

a/n: Me only using song lyrics from my Vash x Oc playlist as titles? More likely than you think. This is also 1000 words of comfort? or just hugging lol I have no idea (Wings by Birdy) Not requested! 

“You shouldn't have done that.” you flinched, not bothering to meet Vash’s gaze as he wrapped your shoulder in bandages. His tone was as always gentle, but you knew he was angry. Whether that be at himself, the situation, or you. Just… It had happened in instant, being shot at was nothing new for the two of you. Vash always wanted you to run away in shootouts, he’d handle it or just grab you and run. 

But the bounty hunter was sneaking up behind him and you had noticed before he did. You knew Vash had crazy good reflexes, but it was like instinct took over when you shoved him out of the way taking the bullet for him. 

You remembered hitting the ground hard, bile rising in your throat, ears ringing and your shoulder on fire. Then all of a sudden, hands were all over you and Vash’s concerned face came into view he was speaking to you maybe yelling, but you had no idea what he was saying. But then he was forcing you to your feet, and the two of you were moving once more.

In your haze, you realized the gunfighting had stopped but you didn't bother thinking too hard about the situation while Vash dragged you off to safety. He managed to secure the two of you a room in some hotel for the night, once he forced you to sit on the bed, he’d gone off for a first aid kit. 

You winced when Vash tied the bandages off probably tighter than necessary, he was just staring at you looking defeated, maybe looking for a response. You had no idea what to say to him, sorry? You weren't. It won't happen again? A lie. You’d do it a million times over just so that he would never be in pain. 

Vash continued to stare at you until he sighed, running his metal hand through his hair. Standing, he moved to the window leaning against it to look at the nighttime sky. “Look Vash it just happened, okay? This isn't the first time I've been shot ya know.” You finally gave an answer, glancing over at him. 

“That doesn’t matter, you shouldn't be getting hurt at all!” Vash turned to you so suddenly, you jumped at his tone, Vash wasn't one to raise his voice, especially at you. He was just as surprised at his outburst because he turned away muttering a small ‘sorry’. You could only watch gaze saddened, unsure of what to say to him. 

“It's just, everyone always gets hurt around me and I'm tired of it.” the statement was said so quietly you nearly missed it, but your heart ached all the same at the confession. “Vash listen to me.” You stood taking a step towards him, he didn't turn to look at you. “I chose to travel with you, and I knew the risk, okay? I took the shot for you because...” you trailed off, deep down you knew why, but suddenly you were too shy to say it. Vash felt bad enough about your injury confessing that you were in love with the man, wouldn't help anything not right now. You sighed before continuing “Because I care about you and I don't want to see you hurt either.” It was a copout answer, but still truthful.

Taking another step forward you reached for Vash, grabbing the back of his coat in your hands and fisting the material. You leaned your head forward resting your forehead between his shoulder blades. “You carry so much on your shoulders, the whole desert if you could. Please just let me hold a grain of sand for you.” You felt Vash stiffen under your touch and then heard a sniffle. 

An intake of stuttering breath in one moment and then in the next, Vash turning and wrapping his arms around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He made sure to be mindful of your wound, as he cried softly into your neck. You stood shellshocked for a moment before wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your shoulder protested the movement but you could care less at this moment. 

“Oh, Vash.” You cooed softly as he wrapped himself tighter around you, you held onto him just as tightly. Afraid to let him pull back, letting him cry out what he needed to. You had meant what you said, why should he have to carry the problems of the world on his shoulders all by himself? You would do your part to help him carry it, even if you ended up crushed by it. 

Eventually Vash stopped crying, but continued to hold you tightly you didn’t mind one bit. Leaning into him with a content sigh, you didn’t know how long the two of you stood there enjoying each other’s warmth.

“You should rest,” Vash muttered into you, his breath hit your neck and you shivered. He pulled back, meeting your gaze his eyes were still watery and his smile didn't really reach his eyes but it was enough for now. 

“Okay.” You whispered, dropping your arms from around him. You wished you weren’t such a coward, but you could tell Vash had put his walls back up and now wasn’t the time to break them down. He held you a moment longer before dropping his own arms. You turned moving back towards the bed but paused turning to look at him nervously. “You’ll still be here when I wake up right?” 

You couldn't read his expression, “Of course.” you turned back towards the bed frowning, something in his tone was off. You moved to get in bed, not bothering to change out of your clothes you could worry about that tomorrow. Vash moved forward, grabbing the blanket and placing it over you gently, he turned to leave until you reached out grabbing one of his hands. 

He looked surprised, and you were as well you opened your mouth but no words came out. How could you explain to someone that being at their side was enough? No matter the pain, that you’d take as many bullets for him as you could. Instead, you squeezed his hand and smiled softly at him. 

“Goodnight Vash.” Dropping his hand quickly, you turned to lay on your uninjured side clutching your hand to your chest. How embarrassing! You felt a light touch on your upper arm, “Goodnight y/n” just as quickly as his hand was there it was gone, you heard Vash move across the room probably looking for somewhere to settle down for the night as well. 

Closing your eyes, you just hoped tomorrow would be better and that you would continue to find ways to help Vash carry his burden. That you could get him to laugh and smile, you’d sacrifice everything for his happiness. 

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[demonsandmischief]

Changes

A Chris Evans Imagine

Chris Evans x Female Reader

Soft Angst, Fluff

1.6K Words

-Changes-

Telling Chris you're pregnant doesn't go how either of you plan.

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You were a nervous wreck, anxiously waiting for your husband, Chris Evans, to get done with his meeting in the upstairs office. You were sitting on your couch, the softest blanket pulled up to your chin. You started to doze.

Movement in the room woke you up, and you blinked, trying to come to your surroundings. You had slid on the couch until you were laying down, using the arm rest as a pillow.

Chris was in the kitchen. He grinned when he saw you were awake. He came closer.

"Hi, baby," he whispered, smoothing the hair out of your face. "Did you have a good nap?"

You nodded, that anxious knot never uncoiling in your stomach.

"How was your meeting?" you asked.

"Good," Chris confirmed with a nod. "I fly out for that shoot on Monday. It's going to be a busy few months."

Your lip wobbled unsteadily. You could feel each distinct thump of your heartbeat as it threatened to break out of your chest.

"What is it?" he asked, cupping your cheeks. "Something is bothering you. Was it your doctor's appointment today? I know they make you anxious. What did they say about you being nauseous?"

He picked up your arm, inspecting the bandage that was still wrapped from where the doctor had drawn blood.

"I'm pregnant," you blurted.

Chris froze.

"What?"

"That's why I've been so sick," you said. "They did blood work doing my appointment. I'm probably four weeks along."

Chris had a deep frown that creased his handsome features. You wished he would say something to ease the feelings of uncertainty that coursed through you.

"Did you know before you went today?"

You felt the knot in your throat, followed by the pressure of tears behind your eyes. You had wanted him to be excited, to comfort you during the uncertainty.

"I mean, my period has been late, but there are a lot of reasons why that could happen. I just thought I had a bug."

Chris nodded slowly.

"Please say something," you whispered. The tears you had been holding back dripped onto your cheeks.

"It's a lot," he mumbled. "We were just starting to build our lives together. And my job. My job isn't suited for me to be a father."

He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm going to be leaving for this movie shoot. I leave in five days Some of the scenes will have me out of the country." Chris sighed. He didn't see how this was going to work.

You inhaled shakily, smearing the tears with the back of your hand.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out.

"It's work. One of my meetings got moved up. We'll finish this conversation later." He watched you for another moment, but when he realized you had nothing else to say, he left.

You sobbed. This had to be your worst nightmare coming to life. You wanted him to be excited, to shower you with affection. Instead, he had just walked away.

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Chris didn't come to bed that night, and he wasn't back in the morning, either. You got tired of waiting around. You needed fresh air and comfort.

You were hurt that he chose to walk away without resolving anything. You didn't have any energy left after not sleeping, not to mention you felt nauseous beyond belief.

Your mom's house was just outside of the city. She was surprised to see you when she opened the door.

"I didn't expect to see you here," she said, smiling that familiar smile. Most of the turmoil you had been facing eased at her presence.

She reached for you, wrapping you up in a tight squeeze.

She pulled back to look you over.

"What's wrong? Do you feel okay?" she asked. She could read you like a book.

You didn't feel like getting into it yet.

You shook your head. "I haven't been sleeping real well lately. It's nothing to be worried about, it's just-"

"It's life," she finished for you. She gave you a gentle smile. "I just cleaned and made the bed upstairs. Why don't you lay down for a little while? Are you in a rush to get back? We could do dinner tonight."

"That sounds great," you agreed.

She ushered you in, and you relaxed at the smell of your mom's home. You went up to the spare bedroom.

It was quiet. For a moment, you forgot everything that had happened.

You flipped on the TV. The soft talking soothed you as you got into bed. Your heavy heart and heavy head were weighing on you, and you fell asleep almost immediately.

You were just waking up when you heard someone walking up the stairs.

Your mom knocked, poking her head in before entering fully.

"Do you want to tell me why I just had to cover for you?" she asked, sitting on the bed next to you.

"What?" you asked, pushing yourself upright.

"Chris called me. He was looking for you. What's going on?"

You felt the familiar ache in your throat as tears burned your eyes.

"Oh, honey," your mom whispered. "Please don't cry. It'll be okay, whatever it is."

"I'm pregnant," you sobbed, dropping your head.

Your mom soothingly rubbed your back. "I can't imagine how you feel right now.

You explained everything. How nervous you were to tell him. How he didn't say anything. How he left.

You continue to cry, the deep painful wound you had been suppressing finally opening.

Your mom held you as you sobbed. Your throat ached, and you struggled to get enough air into your lungs.

"If you've never talked about kids, I can see how he feels. He's just as scared as you and doesn't know how to express it. That does not justify his actions in any case, but-"

She dried your tears with her sleeve.

"Why don't you call him? Tell him you decided to spend the night with me since you don't feel good, and that you'll go home tomorrow."

You nodded.

"And then I will make us some dinner. Okay?"

"I've been so nauseous," you admitted, sucking in a shaky breath. "Everything makes my stomach turn."

"I know just the thing," your mom smiled.

You sent Chris a text, ignoring the few he had sent you while you had napped. You told him you didn't feel very well so you were going to crash with your mom for the night. You turned off your phone, setting it on the nightstand.

You ended up piled on the couch with lots of blankets, ginger ale and chicken noodle soup. Your mom even made grilled cheese, and you were hungry enough that the nausea had disappeared for a while.

Your mom chattered your ear off about everything baby, and for the first time, you felt a little excited about being pregnant.

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You stepped into your apartment the next day. You felt better, a little more clear-headed. You could hear Chris in the kitchen, and your heart started to pick up speed.

You hung up your coat and purse, before hesitantly walking towards him.

"Hi," you whispered.

"Hey," he said back. You found his expression to be unreadable.

You shifted a bit, before deciding to put away your stuff in the bedroom, giving you both the space you needed to come up with something to say.

You put all of your dirty clothes in the hamper before carrying it downstairs to the laundry room.

You were sorting, when you were startled.

"I made us some lunch," he said.

"Okay," you nodded. You started the washer, and followed him to the kitchen.

Chris had made a big meal, chicken with pasta.

"Thank you," you said when he served you a plate. You chose to sit on the stool against the large island, and he joins you.

You were hungry today, and the meal was satisfying despite the little bit of awkward silence.

"I'm sorry," he says finally.

"I was so nervous to tell you," you admitted. "But then I thought, Chris loves me unconditionally and would be excited to share this new chapter with me."

"Don't," he whispered. "Don't ever doubt my love for you."

"I get that you're unhappy, but you left me. You shut me out. I don't even know where you went, and I needed you."

You stood with your plate, placing it in the sink. You took in a shaky breath. You were so tired of crying, but the familiar feeling hit you full force.

"I'm sorry for leaving you when you needed me most. I should've been there for you, and I didn't mean to add to your fear. I just - I got scared. I am scared."

"You don't think I'm scared?" you sobbed, smearing your quickly falling tears with your hands.

He came over to you, finally. He wrapped you tightly in his arms, and you didn't protest. You gripped his t-shirt with your fists.

"I was so fucking worried when you left," he whispered, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Me too," you mumbled into his chest.

"This changes everything. I don't want to leave you for months on end, not when you're like this. I don't want to miss a single moment, and I don't know what to do."

You look up at him. He dried your tears with the pads of his thumbs. His touch was warm and comforting. You nuzzled against his hand.

"I'm going to cut back," Chris said. "I'll renegotiate some of my contracts, but my priority is you and our baby."

When he says our baby for the first time, you couldn't help but give a laugh of disbelief. He pulls you in close, a handsome smile of his own tugging at his lips. He kisses your forehead.

"I know you probably think I'm just saying this, but I'm really excited to have this baby with you."

You smiled, finding his pretty blue eyes. "Yeah?"

He confirmed with a nod, pressing his lips to yours. "Yeah. Excited, and scared shitless, but we'll make it work. We always do."

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"Everything that you've ever dreamed of

Disappearing when you wake up

But there's nothing to be afraid of

Even when the night changes

It will never change me and you"

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[eilishsluv]

Hey its me again! I was wondering if you could write about us going to the grammys with billie, we are both sitting at the tablet with her family, but all over a sudden we start to feel anxious because of the amount of people in the room with us, which eventually leads to a panic attack. She takes us outside to comfort us! Basically just alot of fluff. I'm sorry if this is alot to ask, please don't feel like you have to write this request :)

i gotchu<33

grammys

billie eilish x fem!reader

summary: up above!

warnings: panic attack, anxiety

notes: finally back to writing, i've missed yall<33 this is abit shitty & i also dont know much about the grammys so apologies if anythings wrong!

billie shined at the grammys, i however always got anxious when attending with her, or any major event. there was so many famous people, familys & friends. i've never done well with big crowds, the grammys might as well be my worst enemy. but i pushed all my anxieties down deep within me to atleast try and have a good time with bils and her family.

we had just sat down at our designated table, i was going well my anxiety was mellow, mainly because billie had her hand either around my waist or on my thigh the whole time. but then billie had left at the wrong time. everyone started piling into the room, just before the performances. the chatter, people, everything became too much & i could feel my chest tightening, people were basically surrounding our table trying to find their own. my breathing quickened, i frantically looked around for billie or atleast one of her friends she had gone to see. hot tears started welling & i heard finneas' concerned voice fizzle out.

"hey mama, hey hey hey" billies voice along with her hands pulling me upwards snapped me out of my panicky trance.

she turned me around & held me close, walking towards the door.

"its okay baby, we're outside now look" billie spoke, my head still hiding in her chest.

i slowly peeled my head off billie, getting a sight of the beautiful scenery. a wave of relief slowly started to crash over me, i still had tears rolling down my cheeks but my anxiety was calming down.

"i got you sweet girl, its okay" billie started moving to stand behind me, arms around my waist & head in the crook of my neck.

she left soft kisses along my neck, helping bring me down to earth again.

once i calmed down we headed back through the door, embarrassed creeping in realising how many people probably saw me mid breakdown.

"mamas dont stress, nothin to worry about" billie spoke, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

i smiled in return as we sat down at our designated table once again just in time to watch the many people before billie preform.

[bakugous-tits]

Perfect for Me

Hello Hello again! This was originally written as a secret santa fic for one of my bestest friends in one of my servers, and its definitely DARK.

Let me repeat: DARK CONTENT AHEAD.

Please heed the warnings. Please. I beg.

Pairing: Yandere!Izuku Midoriya/Reader

Word Count: 3,459

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Somnophilia, DARK CONTENT AHEAD. Smut, creampie, if I've missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

With that outta the way, here it is!

He really couldn’t help himself. 

  He just- If you’re this oblivious, then he needs to make sure you get home okay. That’s all it is, he’s just worried that if you can’t sense him following you home, then you surely wouldn’t notice if a villain followed you home either! 

  Nevermind that he’d been doing this for months and so far no one had followed you home from the hospital. Nevermind that he didn’t always leave when you got home. Nevermind that he sometimes made his way to the balcony across the way from your bedroom window, relishing in the fact that you never closed your curtains.

  Nevermind that he was the number one hero.

  Izuku Midoriya, also known as pro-hero Deku, didn’t like to analyse his actions when it came to you. 

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Waking up in a hospital room wasn’t unfamiliar to him at this point. He’d done it many times as a teenager, and thankfully it happened only rarely as an adult, but still often enough for him to simply sigh as he awoke.

  “Oh! You’re awake!” 

  It was like the air left the room, his eyes locking onto you standing at the foot of his bed. A clipboard in your hand, you seemed to be making notes of something on the monitors attached to him, finishing up quickly and sending him a smile that, while soft, would remain on his mind for the rest of his life. 

  Izuku nodded dumbly, sitting up and rubbing at his head softly. You placed the clipboard at the bottom of the bed, moving closer to his side and pressing a few buttons on the monitor. As you worked, Izuku simply stared, a little unsure of why he was so stricken. As his eyes roved over you, he couldn’t help but admire what he saw. The way your lips curved, the way the light hit your eyes, the gentle way you gripped his wrist to check his bandages-

  Oh shit, you were touching him!

  Izuku’s face heated instantly, the warmth of your fingers seeping into his skin and sending tingles down his spine. 

  “You should be good to go soon enough, just gotta check a few other things and then you can head out. You should be more careful, number one! Don’t know what we’d do if you got properly hurt.” 

  They were words Izuku had heard a million times, but something about your voice made it feel different. The words bounced in his head, the sound of your voice making his stomach flip. He nodded his head again, thanking you softly as you turned and left.

  He was hooked.

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Izuku smiled to himself at the memory. It had been nearly a year since he met you that first time, running into you almost every time he’d been at the hospital since- not for anything quite so serious, thankfully, but even when he was just visiting someone he’d usually still catch sight of you in the halls. It didn’t take long for him to figure out your schedule, making notes about the different times of day or days of the week that he’d see you. Now, whenever Izuku was finished with patrol he’d usually go check up on you before heading home, making sure you got home safe or (once he knew where you lived) making sure that you were already home. 

  It was practically muscle memory for him at this point, making his way to either the hospital or your house without really thinking about it, sticking to the rooftops to stay out of sight. Izuku leapt over the last gap between the buildings, making his way to the edge and crouching just in time to see you digging your keys out of your bag. He smiled to himself at how adorable you looked in your scrubs, eyes following your figure as you unlocked your door and headed into the apartment building, letting out a dreamy sigh when the door blocked his view. 

  You were so beautiful! Even when you looked exhausted from a 12 hour shift, the way you shined in his eyes never faded, wishing he could help you unwind after a long day. Wishing you would do the same for him too! The idea of coming home from patrol to find that you’d made a lovely dinner, both of you having a glass of wine as you ate, chatting about the day's events… Him offering to clear up while you stayed at the table, laughing and chatting as he scrubbed the dishes and put away leftovers… The two of you heading to the bathroom, filling the tub and sliding into the hot water together, you laying between his legs and resting your back against him as you both let your exhausted muscles relax…

  The way he could simply run his hands up to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples softly until they hardened, and he could just press soft kisses to the side of your neck… He just knows that you’d make the most wonderful little sounds for him- after all, you were made for each other, he’d know just what to do to make you feel so good.  

  Izuku shook himself out of his thoughts, looking over the edge of the building he was on to make sure it was all quiet before he stood once more. Activating his quirk, he jumped from the rooftop and landed carefully on top of yours, maneuvering his way down silently until he was on your balcony.

  He’d been thinking about this for so long, about taking the next step in your relationship.

  Izuku just knew that you loved him, that you felt just like he did! The kind way you spoke to him, the way your eyes would light up when you caught sight of him, and the way you’d tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear… You just had to feel the same way! It was time for you both to stop dancing around this, you were adults after all! 

  It hadn’t taken him long to realise that you didn’t lock your balcony door very often. Once he knew that you weren’t security conscious, Izuku had nearly run straight to the hospital to shake you by your shoulders, question everything going on in your head, and take you home to his house where he knew he had enough security measures to keep you safe. It had taken all of his willpower not to. 

  It didn’t stop him from taking full advantage of the situation though.

  Since he knew your schedule so well, Izuku would sometimes head to your apartment and slip into your home through the unlocked balcony, his heart pounding. He wasn’t worried about you coming home, no, he was just so excited to be close to you! Your home smelled just like you, and it gave him plenty of insight into your life. The collection of manga on your bookshelf, some of it even prompting him to purchase a few volumes for himself so he could talk about them with you. You even had a few All Might figures in your room on your dresser! 

  At first he never stayed long in your apartment, mostly just exploring and learning about you, but he just couldn’t stop himself on that one day, taking a risk he swore he’d never take. He couldn’t help it though! Honestly, it wasn’t his fault that you’d been careless with your laundry! Your panties were just lying there by the dirty laundry basket! What was he supposed to do?!

  That afternoon, Izuku had gone home with your panties in his pocket and a smile on his face. 

  That night, he shamelessly pumped his cock with your panties pressed to his face. He came with them wrapped around him, covering them in his come.

  Only when the post-nut clarity kicked in did he realise that meant he’d covered your delectable scent, a deep frown on his face until he realised- he could just get more! There was an endless supply right at his fingertips whenever you left the house! 

  That had been a few months ago, and Izuku had taken to placing your soiled panties deep into your laundry basket and swapping them with a fresh (recently worn) pair every few days. And now, here he was ready to get even closer to you.

  He couldn’t wait. But he had to wait, you were still making your dinner, sluggish steps around your kitchen showing just how tired you were. You looked so adorable in those little sleep shorts, the baggy shirt you wore almost long enough to cover them up. The little fuzzy socks on your feet just added to the cozy look, shuffling along carefully as you tried not to spill your soup before you made it to the table. When you finally sat down, Izuku practically cooing at the way you nearly nodded off, he made sure to crouch into the shadows on your balcony while he watched you. 

  Even when your food was done and you made your way to your bedroom, he stuck to the shadows as he jumped to the next balcony along- the one outside your bedroom. Izuku thought for sure that you’d just be collapsing straight into your bed, falling sound asleep straight away and sleep like the dead.

  You were always surprising him though!

  To his utter delight, instead of flopping down and passing out, you settled yourself back onto your pillows and reached to your bedside drawer. Izuku could practically feel himself vibrating with excitement, his eyes focused on your hands as they moved to pull your sleep shorts down your legs and kick them off. You still looked exhausted, almost disinterested as you settled on your back, the vibrator from your bedside table in one hand and your phone in the other. He assumed you were pulling up some kind of porn to help you along, a small part of him bristling at the idea of someone else being the center of your attention while you touched yourself. But Izuku knew that soon that would all change, he just had to be patient .

  It was hard, though, when Izuku could see you shifting on the bed as you pressed the vibrator to your clit, could see your chest starting to heave with each breath. His cock swells in his pants, his hand moving down to press against the tent starting on his crotch as he willed himself to stay calm. Izuku’s eyes were wide, sparkling as your mouth parted around what must have been a moan. It’s like you knew he was there, putting on this little show just for him, your hips gyrating against your sheets. 

  Izuku chuckled to himself quietly, shaking his head at himself. Of course you knew he was there! That was why you were doing this even though you were so tired, to give him a taste of what was to come. 

  God, you were so perfect for him. God he loved you so much.

  Izuku could tell you were close, could see it in the way your mouth hung open in silent moans, the way your hips were stuttering in their movements. It was pure bliss, his cock throbbing almost painfully in his briefs as your back arched, one hand flying up to bite on your knuckle to keep yourself quiet- he knew if he’d been in there with you, if he’d been the one to make you come like that he’d pin your wrists to the bed only so that he could hear how good he was  making you feel. Izuku wanted to hear the way you moaned his name, wanted to feel how you would clench down on him in pure ecstasy, uncaring of your neighbours. 

  Soon.

  As you cleaned up drowsily, Izuku tucked himself into the corner of your balcony, casting a glance around to ensure no one could see him. He was sure that no heroes would be patrolling this area right now, but he couldn’t take the chance to not be careful, there was so much riding on this tonight. Tonight he would show you, would tell you exactly how he felt and prove that you two were meant to be.

  When he finally returned his eyes to your room, you were snuggled down under your covers already, your breathing levelling out slowly.

  It wouldn’t be long now. Izuku could hardly wait .

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Izuku had watched you sleep a few times now, testing just how likely you were to wake up by tapping on your window. He’d memorised the way you breathed when you were properly out cold, and with how tired you were after work, he knew that there could be a damn earthquake and you’d sleep right through it.

  Honestly, he couldn’t have planned this better. 

  Pulling open the sliding door softly, he made his way into your room. Just as he expected, you didn’t even stir at all, soft breaths leaving your perfect lips as he approached the bed. Izuku smiled as he knelt by your bed, reaching out to brush a few stray hairs off your forehead. You instinctively nuzzled toward the warmth, making him coo softly at you, so adorable . 

  Knowing you weren’t going to wake up gave him all the courage he needed, reaching out to pull the covers off you slowly, and letting his jaw drop when he saw that you hadn’t put your sleep shorts back on, your cunt glistening softly in the low moonlight. He groaned as he reached out, swiping his fingers over your folds gently, reaching his hand up to taste you when he’d collected some of our juices.

  Delicious . 

  Large hands parted your thighs slowly, opening you up to him, to his eager gaze. Izuku leaned down with a grin, his eyes flicking up to your face as he licked into you for the first time, marvelling at just how good you tasted, at how wet you still were. It’s like you knew, knew what he was about to do, knew you’d need all the help you could get.

  Izuku has been a patient man for a long time. He doesn’t want to be patient anymore.

  It’s hard for him to be slow, to be quiet when he’s this excited, but you still remained asleep, so he figured he wasn’t doing too bad of a job so far. He’s managed to push your shirt up to above your breasts, only getting side tracked for a minute to lave his tongue over your nipples and tease them into stiff peaks. When he finally returns to the job at hand, you’re shimmying in place a little, your hips twisting against the covers in search of friction. 

  Who was he to leave you like this?

  Izuku hurried to undo his hero costume, pulling it off his shoulders and arms, pushing the one piece suit down until it was trapped around his thick thighs. His cock lands on your belly when it’s freed, thich and hot and already leaking precum onto your skin where it lies, almost up to your belly button. Izuku smirks when he sees just how far into you he’ll reach, his eyes glittering with a little mischief. 

  Gentle, he has to be gentle. But god it's so hard when he lines himself up, when he can feel just how hot and wet you are inside. Izuku shifts his hips forward in the smallest of increments, slowly pushing into you, your walls hugging him so tight that he has to hold his breath. It was only when he was fully seated inside you that he let it out, looking down at where his hips are pressed to yours, the little bulge in your lower belly making his eyes widen. Izuku laid his hand over your stomach, feeling his cock through your skin, and he groaned softly when he glanced up to your face to find you panting in your sleep, your brows furrowed. So cute.

  He moved slowly still, drawing his hips back before pressing forward once more, the drag of your walls on his cock making him grunt, his head lolling back as he pumped his hips. Soft moans fell from you lips as he fucked into you, long and deep, his hands glued to your hips, guiding you into each thrust. Izuku’s mouth twitched into a grin even as he grunted and groaned, his eyes wide.

  You’re finally all his!

  He could feel your walls starting to twitch, saw your hands clenched into fists at your side, saw your eyes flicker open as you started to wake up-

  His hips sped up even as his hand clamped down onto your mouth when you finally woke enough to recognise what was going on. Your wide eyes locked onto his face, panic lacing through them as you realised that he was already balls deep inside you, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix with every thrust. Izuku simply smiled down at you.

  “You’re finally awake! Oh, I’ve been- fuck - waiting so long for this! We can finally be together!”

  Your eyes rolled on a particularly hard thrust, even as your hands came up to press against his chest. Honestly, Izuku expected more of a fight, but with the way you were softly moaning under his hand- god, you really were perfect for him, weren’t you! You were hardly even protesting, your nails digging into his chest at the pleasure he was wringing from your body, even against your wishes. He leaned down, moving his hand back to your hip before he pressed a harsh kiss to your lips. Your lust-addled mind had you giving in almost immediately, your lips moving against his and your arms moving around his neck to claw at his back. Izuku smiled into the kiss, leaning back to gaze down at you adoringly. 

  “You feel it too, right? We’re meant to be together, aren’t we? God, I love you so much…” His face buried into your neck, teeth and lips leaving mark after mark on your skin. You were his , and he would make sure everyone knew it. The little whines you were letting fall from your lips had his hips pumping harder, his hands slipping down to grip your thighs as he pushed them up, bracing his hands behind your knees. The new angle had your eyes blowing wide open, staring up into his own, your previous panic entirely gone with the glaze of lust. Izuku cooed down at you, angling his hips to continue their assault on that sweet spot inside you that had you going wild. 

  “Look at you… already all fucked out… you’re so cute like this! I should keep you here forever, stuffed full of me…” Izuku groaned as you tightened around him, your eyes squeezing shut in pure pleasure. He grinned, eyes dancing over your body before settling on watching his cock disappearing into your body. “You like that idea too, don’t you? Having me deep inside all the time?”

  A glimmer shined in his eyes as they shot back up to yours, Izuku leaning down and lowering his voice.

  “...Why don’t we make it happen? Why don’t I stuff you full of me and if we’re lucky…” He lowered his face further, nipping at your ear before he continued. “ ...maybe there’ll be a little me deep inside you, hm? ”

  His cock twitched when you moaned even louder, the glazed look in your eyes sparking something in him. Izuku reached down to press his thumb to your clit, his other hand still pinning your knee to keep you spread wide for him, driving into you just as hard even when your walls were seemingly trying to crush him with how they tightened.

  “C’mon, come for me, let me feel you …” With your nails dragging down his back, angry red lines in their wake, you heeded his call. Your walls clamped down on him, his own eyes squeezing shut as his cock twitched inside you, his come shooting deep into your womb and settling as he finally came to a stop, his hips still pressed against you. Izuku fell to lay over you, his elbows pressed into the bed either side of your head as he panted, your legs falling around his waist. He nuzzled his face into your neck, a soft smile on his face as you caught your breath, a few kisses placed to the marks he’d left there earlier.

  “We can be together now… I won’t let anyone come between us, don’t worry…”

  Izuku somehow didn’t feel your breath hitch, didn’t feel the way your body tensed as you came down and processed the situation.

  He didn’t care. You were finally his, and nothing would ever change that. 

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[cheshirelearell]

Love You to The Moon and Back // Chapter Four - Dreamless Sleeps

Eventual Dad Chishiya with Mute Child Reader - Platonic Only

3.5k Words

Chapter Warnings - Nightmare. Crying :(

Chapter Summary - Haunting nightmares, warm meals and a smiling face.

Authors Note // Thank you all for being so patient :,) This chapter was really hard to write for some reason. It is mostly just a filler kind of chapter, another introduction and some pillars being built. I hope the next chapter is better, because I'm not too happy with this one. I wasn't feeling the best last week, so next to no writing was done, however, I've worked all day today to try and get a chapter out. Again, I hope the next chapter is a lot better :,) I hope you all enjoy nonetheless, let me know your thoughts, if I need to improve anything, likes, reblogs and comments are more than welcome. <33 And please let me know if it makes sense, my brain has turned to mush. :)

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Y/n’s sleep wasn’t dreamless. In fact, it was filled with snippets from what appeared to be her last game. Specifically her mother. The details were vague, but the message came across clear as day for her. Something had happened to her mother. She’d died in that game and now Y/n was left all alone.

Y/n had awoken in a state of panic. The covers that had kept her warm and comforted now felt suffocating. They’d shifted up during her sleep, now covering her head. Hot stuffy air was all she was breathing in amidst her panic. She’d shuffled down slightly, no longer on the pillow that was dotted with wet splotches from where her head had been laying.

Seeming to wrestle with the sheets Y/n had gotten herself even more tangled in them. She began to kick her legs wildly, small gasps escaping her mouth. Y/n heard a door open in the distance before someone began making their way in quick strides to where she was tangled.

All it took was one tug from the undisclosed person to pull the blankets free. Once Y/n was released from her temporary prison she took in deep gasps of the cooled air. Her face was blessed with the cool air too, bringing notice to her damp cheeks. The man was now revealed to only be Chishiya who had come from the bathroom. His eyes looked weighed down, heavy in his effort to keep them open.

A frown was lining his face, brows slightly furrowed as well. Y/n probably would have said he looked annoyed, however in the moment her mind could only focus on one thing. As hiccups escaped from her and her eyes were blurred by tears her hand came up to sign ‘Mother’.

Chishiya looked on in confusion. He hadn’t learned sign language. He hadn’t needed to. However it certainly would have come in handy right now, since he couldn’t understand what she was trying to say.

Y/n repeated herself, signing the word for mother over and over again. When it became clear Chishiya had no idea what she was trying to say she gave up. Being reduced to nothing but tears, sobbing her heart out for someone that was no longer here.

Chishiya was stuck on what to do. He’s never been in this situation before. And he had no idea on how to comfort the grieving child. Chishiya’s become used to discarding people, not paying any attention to how they were feeling and not caring to either. He’s grown comfortable with this, especially since coming to the borderlands.

However, looking down at the crying child who had just woken up from a nightmare by what he was now seeing and had heard, he couldn’t deny. Something tugged on his heartstrings. Just a little.

It was something so small it was barely there, hardly felt. And yet, Chishiya still reached out, resting a gentle hand atop the child's head. Small pats administered in his effort to calm her.

Y/n paused momentarily in her distress, brief shock passing over her. Small hiccups and tears were still escaping her. And even though Chishiya had no resemblance to her mother whatsoever, she still felt a similar comfort in the action.

She had decided. Y/n sat up quickly, Chishiya being close enough for her to grasp onto his jacket and wrap her arms as tight around him as she could manage.

Chishiya froze at that moment. His arms were left hanging oddly at his sides. Contact of any kind was something he was largely uncomfortable with. Yet although reluctant, he slowly wrapped his arms around her. One hand across her back and the other resuming the gentle pats to her head.

Over the course of a few minutes Y/n had been reduced to sniffles. Her body was too exhausted over the recent events to produce any more tears. She must not have been asleep for very long.

Chishiya decided now was a good time to pull away, since she had calmed down significantly compared to a few minutes ago. But the second Y/n felt him trying to leave she only clasped on tighter, hiccups increasing and her glossy eyes were signs to oncoming tears.

He paused, now not knowing what to do since apparently he wasn’t allowed to leave. However, he needed to continue with the weapon he was working on. It was the second version of the first weapon he’d made with this idea in mind. The first one failed to work properly, melting parts of it in the process. So now he had to scavenge other parts to hopefully make a successful one this time.

He sighed something heavy. He didn’t have time to deal with a crying child at the moment. So now Chishiya decided. Tucking his hands under her arms he lifted her up, carrying her over to where he was working. It was obvious she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep alone due to her nightmare and now she wouldn’t let him leave her by herself. Regardless of him being only several feet from her.

He placed her down on the soft cushioned chair next to the desk, crouching slightly so she could release her arms from around his neck. As soon as she let go and he made to stand up she reached out with her hands and grabbed onto his hoodie, holding it gently but firmly, to make sure he didn’t just leave her.

He peered down at her, an irritated furrow to his brows. He was about to say something in response, his mouth had opened slightly to speak before he thought better of it. Merely getting started on his creation.

About ten or so minutes had passed. Chishiya was fully focused on the construction of the unauthorized weapon. Y/n comfortably sitting, watching in slight awe and intrigue at what he was doing. Her small hands were still holding onto his jacket, slackened now with the reassurance that he wasn’t disappearing anytime soon. 

Gently tugging on his jacket to get his attention, Chishiya looked down to her in question. She pointed to the shirt she still wore for sleeping before looking back up at him. “You want to change?” Receiving a nod in reply he said, “Your clothes are on the chair over there, you can change in the bathroom again.”

Nodding again in acknowledgement, she gently scooted herself off of the chair, feet padding along to the bathroom. After using the toilet and washing her hands she dressed herself in her previous clothes. A basic long sleeved t-shirt with black overalls. Little polka dot socks on her feet. She put her shoes on as well, only a pair of trainers.

After hurrying out of the bathroom Y/n sat back in the chair, reaching up to gently hold his hoodie again. Another few minutes passed, Y/n back to watching what Chishiya was doing.

A few sturdy knocks broke through the peaceful quiet the two were existing in. Chishiya paused, tensing slightly with the sudden intrusion. The possibility of who could be behind the door alerting him. Y/n had startled in return, going back to tightened knuckles bundled up in the white hoodie.

“Hey! Chishiya, are you in there? It’s Kuina!” A voice had called out, following not far behind it was more knocking.

The man in question relaxed slightly, calling back after glancing down to Y/n. “Yeah, it’s open.”

Y/n could hear the door swing open followed by footsteps before a woman appeared in her view. She was rather tall, taller than Chishiya by at least half a head. Most likely aided by the heeled sandals she wore on her feet. A bright blue two piece swimming suit patterned with what looked like leaves in the colour white was adorned on her slim figure. Y/n thinks she was wearing two different styled bracelets on one wrist, the other was claimed by the beach's number tag.

A necklace was clasped around her neck, long dreads tied up high framed around her face. Light makeup was dusted across her cheeks and eyes. And what appeared to Y/n as a long stick was poking out from between her lips. The woman Y/n remembered as Kuina looked to be chewing on it unconsciously.

Kuina paused in her stride towards Chishiya, noticing rather quickly the smaller companion he now has with him. “Is that a child?” Her eyes were wide in exasperation. Hand coming up to take out the long stick, leaving her mouth agape in shock.

Chishiya had gone back to fiddling with the items at his desk before humming, responding after a breath, “She was in the game that I played last night. We were the only ones to have completed it.”

Kuina made a wounded noise in response, sympathy clear in her gaze while looking at the young girl. “She was all alone in a game? I can’t imagine being so young…” Her words trailed off. Either unsure of what she was going to say or not knowing how to complete it herself.

“She wasn’t alone.”

“Huh?” Now her expression portrayed confusion, turning her face to look at Chishiya. “Then how?-” He cut her question off with a call of her name.

“Kuina.” Pausing what he was doing, Chishiya turned to look down at the child now perched calmly on the chair. More relaxed after seeing their exchange. Her eyes were bloodshot still, a small frown lining her face.

Luckily Kuina seemed to understand what Chishiya was trying to say. As her sharp nod was all she gave in reply, brows slightly furrowed. Her gaze returned to the girl before she crouched down.

“Hey.” A gentle smile graced her face. “You probably heard, but I'm Kuina. What's your name?” It was silent for a few seconds. Y/n turning to look up at Chishiya before going back to Kuina, her eyes big.

He stepped in, “Her name is Y/n. She hasn’t spoken, not even in the game. She’s only communicated before with writing and brief sign language. I suspect she’s most likely mute.”

Y/n had started fiddling with Chishiya’s hoodie, shifting slightly on the seat, nerves beginning to get to her. Kuina only smiled in response to his words. Nodding again. “Well, It’s good I know a bit of sign language then!”

Chishiya’s brows furrowed slightly, “You do?”

She nods while humming, “I started learning some just in case I needed it to help my mother.”

At the mention of the word ‘mother’, Y/n’s eyes started to well up, lower lip beginning to quiver. A startled expression overcame Kuina’s face before exclaiming rapidly, “Oh no, it’s okay! Hey, I'm sorry,” She glanced at Chishiya, “I didn’t mean to.” Her eyebrows were now upturned in her worry.

Slow droplets began to trickle down Y/n’s cheeks, one of her hands coming up in the form of a fist to rub at her eyes. Gentle hiccups starting to bubble up in her chest. Chishiya and Kuina shared a look before she came forward. Hands came to gently pick the weeping child up, moving her so Kuina could sit in her place, bringing her back down on her lap.

Her small fist was still clenched in Chishiyas jacket, pausing briefly in the rubbing of her eye before leaning forward. Her arm went around Kuina's shoulder, resting her head on the other side. Small shushing and cooing sounds could be heard over the occasional hiccup. A hand had come up to rub at her back, the other cradling her head, much like her mother used to do when she was younger.

Eventually, exhaustion began to weigh down on her eyes again. Kuina began to rock her gently side to side. The soothing motion lulled her to pitiful sleep.

When Y/n began to wake up she was still nestled in Kuina’s hold. Tender brushes to the ends of her hair. They were both talking in hushed voices, trying to keep quiet to let her get as much rest as she needed.

Cracking her eyes open, the first person to notice she was awake was Chishiya. After catching her eye he lifted his hand in a small wave. In return she lifted her hand, now detached from his hoodie, and waved back. A small twitch to his lips with a little smile was her response.  

“Is the little flower awake now?” Kuina spoke up. A tiny yawn escaped Y/n before nodding her head in response, trying as best as she could to snuggle back into Kuinas shoulder. A light laugh was heard. “Don’t you want to get some breakfast? You must be hungry right?”

At this the girl perked up, lifting her head from its perch. A bright grin was visible on Kuinas face, “Alright then! Let’s go get some breakfast!” Shuffling down from her lap Y/n stretched out her arms, rubbing the side of her arm over her eyes to help wake herself up a bit more.

Kuina had gotten up from behind her, stretching as well before starting to make her way to the door. Y/n turned to Chishiya, reaching up to hold his hand and gently tug on his arm. He raised his eyebrows in response. Kuina paused to witness what was happening. “It looks like she wants you to come with us, huh?”

He sighed, looking down at the girl who was gazing back up at him, tugging again on his hand as she started to shuffle her way towards Kuina. “Alright then. Let’s go.” He began to walk with her. All of them making their way out of the room.

They walked down the hallway, Y/n in the middle with Kuina on her left and Chishiya on her right. She had let go of his hand, huddled back against his side again, but this time fiddling with her shirt. After noticing the lack of people in the hallways Y/n had eased up somewhat, her head no longer dipped like before. Kuina spoke soon after, “It’s really early right now, so a lot of people are still sleeping. Which means we get first picks!”

“They won’t be for much longer with all the noise you're making.”

“You’re just grumpy.”

Chishiya merely hummed in reply.

A minuscule smile graced Y/n’s face as they spoke. The familiarity between them was comforting to her. When they got to the elevator they descended to the ground floor. Making their way to where she guessed the food was. Kuina was right, there was barely anyone around. The music she’d heard briefly last night wasn’t there and she’d maybe seen two or three people altogether since stepping out of the room.

They passed through a long corridor, the same look and style as anywhere else in the building, to a wide open space. Counters were lined up on one side of the room, behind them Y/n guessed that the kitchens were there. The steam emitted from that area was a tell-tale sign.

A multitude of tables and chairs were paired together, all dotted amongst the space available. She could even spot some sofas surrounding small coffee tables as well. Large doors, which were located on the opposite side of the floor, were closed. It looked like they led to what appeared to be a patio, conservatory? The walls were made out of glass, showing off the foliage around the area outside. At the moment though there wasn't much to see as the sky was still dark, no stars visible this time.

They moved towards the counter and now Y/n could smell the aromas of all kinds of food. Kuina handed her a plate, taking it with both hands. She stood up on her tiptoes, peeking over the counter to see what she could find.

The first thing to greet her were some scrambled eggs. Where did they even get eggs from? The thought quickly faded, only grateful that they were there in the first place. Further down the line she could spot sausages, bacon, pancakes, some bowls of different fruits and little packets of cake. There wasn’t much of the food that was out, it was still being prepared in the kitchens, and some of the available spaces for different foods weren’t filled either.

Maybe they’re filled for dinner?

“Get whatever you want! Everything's available!” Kuina said. Y/n looked up to her with a smile, and after looking at Chishiya, who nodded, she eagerly began to scoop some scrambled eggs onto her plate.

Kuina merely laughed before joining in gathering some of the foods she wanted. Chishiya waited until Y/n was done to gather some eggs for himself. Moving down the line Y/n picked out a sausage and two pancakes. There was even some syrup for them on the side. She reached up as best she could, pouring a small amount onto each pancake before placing it back down.

She then headed to the fruit bowls. Looking in them she saw one was watermelon, another grapes, strawberries and the last one was a mix of all three. Trying to reach her favourite bowl it barely skimmed her fingers making her unable to get the fruit she wanted. A small frown began to line her face, eyebrows down turning in her struggle to still reach the bowl of fruit.

An amused huff reached her ears before a hand came and retrieved the fruit she wanted. “Let’s go sit down.” Chishiya spoke, making his way over to the table Kuina had already sat down at. Y/n followed narrowly behind, both hands carrying her plate before placing it down in a seat between the two of them.

Chishiya placed the fruit next to her plate. Y/n looked back up to him after climbing onto her chair, a shy smile on her face before miming the sign for ‘thank you’. Eyebrows raised, he turned to Kuina. “I take it that means ‘thank you’?”

She nodded her head in reply, mouth already full with her choice of food. Chishiya looked back to the girl, nodding once before saying, “Eat up.” Y/n obliged, swinging her legs happily under the table as she ate. Having food as fresh as this was almost too good to be true. It had been so long since she had pancakes and syrup. Too long in her opinion.

After they had all eaten, Chishiya and Kuina making brief talk in between bites, Y/n leaned back in her seat. She was completely stuffed, having the most she’d eaten for a while now, still trying to eat one last piece of fruit.

Chishiya reached forward, moving the bowl away from her, “That’s enough now. You’re going to be sick if you keep eating.” She pouted at him, sad about her fruit being taken away but agreeing because she did in fact, not want to be sick.

Kuina cooed, saying, “It’s okay, you can have more fruit tomorrow, right Chishiya?” He nodded in reply as she continued speaking, “They might even have toast tomorrow, and sometimes they serve it with jam.” Her voice was bright and cheery, happy after having a warm meal.

“We should make our way back to our rooms, before people begin to actually wake up.” Chishiya spoke up.

Kuina nodded in agreement before calling out, “Hey, Chishiya, where is Y/n’s wristband? She doesn’t have one on.”

“She’s receiving one later today. Although I might need to speak to Hatter about it.” Kuina hummed, seeming in thought for a moment before standing up. “Right! I’ll be off then! I’m going to get some sleep.” She crouched down in front of Y/n, “It was lovely to meet you, Y/n.” A kind smile on her lips.

Y/n turned red, not used to so much forward attention from someone that was especially kind. Ducking her head while nodding, a shy smile present again on her face. Kuina grinned, cooing one last time before saying her goodbyes, taking her plate with her as she walked off.

Chishiya sighed, standing up not long after, Y/n following suit. They both took their plates, scraping off the remains into a close bin before depositing the now empty plates, bowls and utensils in empty buckets. All labelled and ready to be collected for washing up.

 Y/n stayed close to Chishiya’s side again, this time keeping one hand on his hoodie as a few more people were milling about than before. After making their way back to the room she let go of his hoodie, taking off her shoes and placing them neatly by the door.

She stood for a second, watching as Chishiya made his way to the desk, digging around before pulling a few items out. “Here. You can draw with these.” He moved out of the way, making his way into the bathroom after gathering a few other things and shutting the door.

Y/n made her way over, climbing back onto the chair, briefly hearing the shower turn on in the background. Her nightmare from earlier was forgotten for the time being. Sent away, only for it to come back later. After pulling the few scraps of paper and a pen closer to her, she began to draw.

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── ◜✧◞  MASTERLIST ﹕ᶻz

STATUS || 2/24

• ULTIMATE SACRIFICE — "He would do anything to protect you, would even give his life in return to yours. He had already lost so much, he wasn't going to lose you too."

• HEART'S KNOCKS — "He hesitates to ring the doorbell, his hand trembling slightly. But he can't just leave without at least talking to you."

• SUCH TEASE — "He leans against the wall, a sly smirk etched across his face. His gaze then have gone travelling down your body before settling back on your eyes."

• HEALING TOUCH — "He wakes up to the sight of you by his side, your gentle fingers inspecting the dressings on his wounds."

• ANGEL BABY — "You were the only one he felt he could truly open up to. All the trauma, all the nightmares, you were the first one who truly understood him."

• CONSEQUENCES — "He couldn't bring himself to admit it, but the truth was he was terrified. He had fought in countless battles, but nothing had prepared him for this."

• TENDER CARE — "He grimaces from his injuries, but despite the pain, he gives you a small smile, thankful for your constant care and concern for his wellbeing."

• TIME'S TICKIN' — "He nervously looks around while waiting for the elevator, hoping he'll make it in time."

• LONELY NIGHT — "Rain pounds against the windowsill as he sits alone, lost in thoughts of you, wishing you were by his side."

• DELICATE FLOWER — "He gently wipes away a strand of hair from your face, his fingers trembling slightly as they brush over your skin."

• REMINISCING — "He felt a wave of tense as he entered the room. The scent of flowers and sunshine filled the air, reminding him of all the memories you shared together."

• HERE WITH ME — "He catches you off-guard with a kiss in reuniting after a long deployment."

── ◜‹3◞  COL.L KÖNIG :

• HEARTBEAT — "As you place your head down on his chest, you relished in the comfort of his uniform and the heat of his body."

• AFFECT ME — "He leans in closer to you, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine, as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear."

• RUINATION — "He couldn't shake the feeling that he had done something wrong, that he had ruined everything. He didn't know how to make it better."

── ◜‹3◞  SER.T HORANGI :

• SLEEPY LOVE — "He holds you in his arms, planting kisses on your forehead as he lays you in bed together."

• BELOVED'S TOUCH — "He lays on your lap, his soft hair brushing against your thighs as he looks adoringly up at you."

• SHY HEART — "He stares at you with a loving gaze across the corridor of the barracks. He should probably go before you find him out."

── ◜‹3◞  COL.L ALEJANDRO :

• AFFECTION — "He gently touches your cheek with his thumb, a small, sweet gesture of his affection."

• HIS PRESENCE — “His fingers pause, his gaze fixed firmly on the phone with a single message displayed on the screen: ‘I'm here.’"

• A CHOICE — "He couldn't believe he was really doing this. He was given the choice of betraying everything he stood for, just for you."

── ◜‹3◞  SER.T RODOLFO :

• FIRM HAND — "He tries to get out of bed despite his injuries, but you promptly pushed him back down, reminding him that he must rest to heal."

• SHINING SALUTE — "He stands to attention in his dress uniform, saluting proudly as he looks across the field at you, his sweet lover."

• GREAT CARE — "Your capable hands massaging his aching back, after a long day of training and fighting."

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Please write a part 2 of Indulgence 1? I can't stop reading it it's just so good

Greetings anon!

It is a thrill to know Indulgence #1 has been popular, and I did do an additional part to this one particularly for another ask.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and thank you for your patience!

XXX

#1.75- "Bringer of Happy Endings"

Villain couldn't believe the night before happened the way it did. They almost didn't want to believe it in fear of disappointment, yet when the morning light illuminated the piles of clothes the two discarded through their night and the sleeping form of Hero beside them, Villain had no other choice but to believe.

There was a chill in the cabin. The embers of the fireplace still barely crackled its last bit of life in the quiet room. After they untangled themselves from Heros embrace, their feet met the cold hardwood below. A shiver to shoot up their spine. They made their way to the bathroom to freshen up, and as they washed their hands, noticed the carnage Hero left behind on their neck.

Various bruises, from either Heros hand or their mouth, littered their skin and trailed down to their collarbone and shoulder. The flesh was tender from the attention, particularly around some strategically placed bite marks just on the nape of Villains neck which would be harder to hide. How were they to explain all this when Villain got back to headquarters?

"Fuck, Hero..." Villain hissed quietly as they inspected the bruising.

They donned a fluffy black robe, and after starting a pot of coffee, took a seat at the desk. The document they'd been working on was still open on their idling laptop, sentence stopped mid-way from the bombardment of last night. They scanned over it and couldn't help but chuckle at the stark contrast of the bitter words on the screen compared to the sweet events of only a few hours ago. Villain started a new document, labeled only as 'Plans'. A pair of arms encircled their waist not long after they started, and Heros chin rested on their shoulder.

"Still writing about me?"

"Not in the way you hope, but yes."

"You didn't get this cabin to work," Hero hummed, placed a gentle kiss on Villains tender neck. "You came here to get away from me."

"Clearly, I failed in doing that. So, now I have to work."

"Why?" Heros arms tightened. "Am I really so terrible that you'd rather scheme than stay in bed with me?"

The statement irked Villain, yet they didn't move away from the other like they'd done last night. Villains hands hovered over the keyboard, their eyes fixed on the empty document, but their mind focused on Heros words and closeness. Headquarters at least knew where Villain was, but it would be highly unlikely Hero had the same graces with their role as bringer of happy endings. It only hurt more for Villain to know they would never have one of their own.

"Did I say I want to work?" A hand reached to hold Heros wrist. "I have to. We have to, because we are predisposed to this. I've been tired of this for months, and it's why I didn't come back. But now you're here and I have to work up a plan for when you tell everyone you found me. Everything starts over again, as usual."

There was a long moment of silence. Hero didn't say anything, and Villains hands went back to the keyboard with a defeated sigh. Not only were they tired of the routine they were always stuck in, but they were tired of the hurt knowing it would never change. They knew better than to allow themselves to wallow in it, and so they tapped Heros hands around their waist.

"Now, could you let go? There is no point in making plans if you're watching over my-"

"Sidekick took my place."

"...What?"

"I brought them on to show them how to be a proper hero in the event something happened to me, and..." Hero took a deep breath, arms still draped loosely around their waist.

"Last week, something did happen. Some of your people brought down a building-"

"Good for them," Villain interjected with an subtle, but approving nod.

"Not the point," Hero chuckled, a smile in their voice. "I had to get out through the sewers. Instead of immediately getting back to the scene, I... hid, just to see what would happen. It barely took them a day to decide I was dead after not being able to find the body."

It seemed absurd to Villain, almost to the point they got angry. For someone of Heros status, their prestige, how could it be so easy to write off such a mundane death as factual? Villain was clearly offended on Heros behalf, but they stayed mostly silent as they listened to Hero, unsure of what they were hinting at with all this.

"Did... you plan this?"

"In a way, no, but I'm glad for how it turned out." Hero nuzzled their head against Villain with a soft sigh. "Sidekick is doing a fine job at the hero work. I'd even say they are getting more popular than I was when I started."

"I find that hard to believe..." Villain said with biased disinterest. "How did you find me?"

"I like to think I know you better than you think I do." It had been years, afterall. Villain could only imagine what Hero knew about them.

Villains hands clenched above the keyboard as they processed the nearly unbelievable information given to them. It had been such a long time since Villain allowed themselves to think about what it would be like without the scheming and plotting against Hero. How better their life would be if they didn't spend sleepless nights figuring out how to subdue the Hero again, only to expect a follow-up fight the next week. How good their life could be without the expectations of the roles they upheld for so long. It would either be the most surprising truth Villain ever heard, or the most dastardly plan Hero has come up with yet.

"Then... what do you want from me?"

"You. Have I not been clear? I've wanted you for so long yet never figured out how to make it happen until now. Villain, don't act like I don't know how you've wanted this as well..." A hand tugged at the knot on Villains robe. "You certainly showed me last night~"

"Don't, it's too cold out here," A hand fell onto Heros, and stopped their tugging in a second. Villain intertwined their hands and could feel Hero relax from the bit of tension they carried. With a sigh, Villain closed their laptop, and turned in Heros embrace to face them. Villain ran chilled hands up Heros chest to settle on their shoulders.

"Bring me back to bed."

Villain could hear the smile in Heros hum while they kissed. Feel the relief in the arms which enveloped them and carried them back to bed. See in every brief but focused gaze between breathless kisses of Heros truthful nature. It felt too good to be true, but so did their lips against Villains tender neck, yet they were undeniably there.

And now, Hero was undeniably theirs.

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Check - SDJ Angst Drabble

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.

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"Y-you made it! I didn't think-- um, can I get you some cocoa or some coff--"

"Ian, what is this?"

You slapped the envelope on the tabletop. Against your better judgment (and Jack's concern), you met with Ian at the cafe you two used to frequent. More like confronted, after you received a very hefty check in the mail from your ex-boyfriend. Which wasn't entirely unusual, given that he was still on the lease until the end of the year. His only saving grace in order to keep in contact with you, much to your frustration.

However, this paycheck was four times the amount he was supposed to pay. And you knew him better than to assume it was a mistake-- given the numerical and written numbers were exactly the same.

You wanted to be able to hear him out without Jack whispering into your ear this time, so you asked him very nicely to trust you on this, you needed to be able to tell Ian off on your own terms. He wasn't too happy about it but promised he did trust you to do the right thing. If you needed him, he'd be there.

You were met with a very puzzled expression on Ian's face as he looked at the opened envelope with confusion. "It's... my part of the rent."

"Not if you're blind, that amount is way too much. What the hell were you thinking? I have to drop this off in two days! Either send me the correct amount or don't send me anything, Ian! I don't have time for these games."

Confused, Ian opened the torn flap and pulled out the check he had written, which also had VOID written in black permanent marker across the paper. "W-why is this-- Did you do this?"

You couldn't help but scoff, who else would have destroyed a check with the incorrect amount on it. "Obviously. That's not your part of the rent and you know that. What are you trying to pull, Ian?"

"Nothing, I'm not trying to do anything! That was... that was all for you. I wanted you to have that money."

You looked at him incredulously, trying to pick apart his expression. That confirmed your suspicion that it wasn't some random typo, but that paved the way for more anger and confusion to flood your senses. "Why? What could I possibly do with this kind of money? That's way too much!"

"I-It's not for me. I mean, I can afford it." Ian offered a gentle smile, timidly reaching his hand across the table to connect with your closed fist. "For you."

"...what are you saying?"

"Every day after... after what happened," his eyes cast aside, and you could see their genuine pain. His voice was solomn, yet resolute as he spoke. "Not a day goes by where I don't hate what I've done. Hate what I did to us. I never ever wanted to hurt you like that. I know you suffered for it."

You clenched your first tighter but didn't pull away from him yet. Your voice was so tired, "Ian... we've been over this a hundred times. What does this have to do with you sending me a loaded check?"

"I want to make you happy again, give you the things in life you deserve. I wasn't able to do this for you before, but I can now! I sent the check to cover the full rent for at least two months. Or you can use the extra bit to buy yourself something you need. Or if you wanted to go back to school, I can help cover the tuition cost. I just wanted to show you I can treat you better this time around. Give you more than you deserve."

His hand closed around your fist, his voice soft and pleading. "Please... I want to make it up to you, but you have to let me."

During the whole monologue, you felt your anger subside momentarily. He was... doing this to try to make you happy? This wasn't some weird, petty ploy to give you a bad check to trick you into seeing him? He was trying to... help you?

'He's not being truthful, Sunshine.' Honey words flowed into your mind, cautioning you. 'He's given you promises before. And what did he do to you instead...?'

Your anger that once subsided, had begun to reach a full boil again. This was just another attempt to put a bandaid on your broken relationship and call it a day, wasn't it?

'Yes, Sunshine. He's trying to trick you. He may say he can treat you well, but it will only be a matter of time before he hurts you the same way. Then he'll do it. All. Over. Again.'

This was his plan, to bribe you?!

Through your rage, you felt your tongue begin to thaw out.

"How cheap do you think I am, Ian?"

"Wha--" He looked shocked as you tore your arm away and stood up from the table. "I-If it's not enough, I can give you more! I thought--!"

"You thought you could just buy me out so I would take you back?!" You slapped your hand on the table, uncaring of the eyes looking in your direction. "That's how little you think of me?!"

Ian backed up in his seat, beginning to panic at your sudden outburst. "No! No, no, no, I don't think you're like that at all!"

Your anger wouldn't stop, you were furious at this point and you needed to let him have it.

"Is this what you're going to do every time you fuck up our relationship? Throw money at me like a bandaid?!"

"I-I-"

"What happened to you, Ian?" You bit back a sob that was beginning to settle in your throat. "Who the hell taught you to buy people's affections to make their problems go away?"

Ian said nothing back, his expression teetering on anguish and disbelief.

"Well," you angrily took the void check off of the table, cleanly ripping it in half before his eyes. He watched as the pieces fell onto the table. "That's what I think of you and your money."

With that, you turned and headed out the cafe doors with Jack in tow. Your anger returned to a simmer as you swiftly walked away from your former lover. The other half of the rent still needed to be covered, but you'd be damned if you would take a dime from him. You were better than that.

"I'm so sorry that didn't go well," you slowed as Jack's fingers entwined with yours, your rage slowly burning off of you, leaving a cool, yet fuzzy feeling behind. "But I'm so proud of you, Sunshine. You really held your ground back there."

"...I acted like a vengeful, crazy--"

"Hey!" He cupped your face between his two gloved palms and turned you to look at him. "None of that-- your reaction was completely understandable given what he was trying to pull. You're not a fault here." His thumb soothingly brushed your cheek, the tiniest touches easing you to relax. It never ceased to amaze you how the tiniest things he did for you made you so hooked on him.

"We'll figure out what to do," he promised, his voice low and smooth. "Let's go home first, you deserve to know how to be treated by someone who truly loves you~"

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