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rowarn · 5 months

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afab!reader, gn!reader, simons a fighter, protective!simon, blood mention, fingering, lil bit of mean!simon for flavor <3 MDNI

simon riley is by all means a "do what you want, i can fight" kind of man. and fight he will. simon will go to the ends of the earth to protect you. and that's always been incredibly hot to you. you'd never had a man so eager to defend you.

especially to the point that simon was. more than once he'd come away from a fight with bloody knuckles and a split lip.

that's exactly how he looked now, but he also sported a cut across his eyebrow as well. the guy he'd beaten in the alleyway looked much worse, but he got a few good hits in.

all you knew was that he said some revolting things about you that simon happened to overhear. simon refused to tell you specifics, citing that you didn't need to hear something like that.

you both had gone home quickly after that. but the sight of simon all beat up, knuckles split and bruised from the force he'd used to beat the man had something stirring in your stomach. butterflies.

as you cleaned his cuts and wiped away any blood that stained his skin, you could feel the wetness growing in your panties. you clenched your thighs and shifted as that began to uncomfortably stick to your pussy.

simon, always attentive, noticed right away. his pretty, brown eyes lit up in interest, a brow raised as he watched you shift on your feet.

"something wrong?" he asked, as if he couldn't tell what was going on.

"n-nothing, si," you responded sheepishly, tossing the bloody gauze into the garbage can before stepping away.

simon doesn't let you get very far before his arms are wrapping around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. you can feel the heat radiating off of him and feel how his heart pounds on his chest against your back. craning your neck, you look up at him.

"ain't nothin'," he says, voice low and quiet, "and i'm not lettin' you walk out of here with that pretty pussy drippin'.''

you swallow around the lump in your throat as he says it. he wraps his big hands around your waist and moves them downwards, slipping under your shirt and pawing at the hem of your sweatpants. he dips his head down so he can kiss along your neck, practically purring when you sink into him.

he takes the opportunity to slip his fingers under your panties, thick fingers prying your pillowy lips apart. you adjust your stance, leaning back against him for support as you spread your legs a little more so he can slip his fingers further down.

first he glides over your clit, pausing to stroke and roll the tender little bud under his fingers. your whole body twitched at that, trembling hands reaching to grip onto the fabric of his hoodie. your head fell back against his chest, giving him more access to your neck.

his fingers dip lower, finding your entrance, slick and drooling all over the digits as he strokes back and forth, teasing you with their presence.

"tell me," his voice vibrates in his chest, deep and low, "what's got you this wet?"

"mmm, d-dunno, si," you lie right through your teeth at him.

he hums, pulling his fingers away from your sweet little hole to go back to your clit, pinching the bud. you whimper at the feeling, hips rabbing back to get away from the little pain, "you're lyin'. i want you to tell me the truth. what has this pretty little cunt all wet?"

"simon..." you whine. he knows you don't want the embarrassment that comes from the confession but he teases it out of you anyway, "y-you got me wet, si!"

"me?" he grins, wolfish and predatory, "i didn't do anything, love,"

you whine, rocking your hips forward. he took some mercy on you and slowly sunk one, long, finger into the tight clutch of your cunt. the stretch wasn't enough, he knew that, you'd become so accustomed to the fat girth of his cock that one single finger would never be enough to satisfy you now. he'd ruined you.

"y-you beat that-that guy up for me..." you finally manage to squeeze out of your dry throat, "'s hot..."

he scoffs as if he didn't already know that that was the reason, "you like me beatin' some bastards head in for you?" you nod, sighing in pleasure when he rewards your with a second finger, "you're fuckin' filthy. you think he'd be happy to hear that it turns you on?"

"don't care about him," you quickly answer.

his grin broadens, "that's the right fuckin' answer, love."

he finally gives you the third and final finger. you keen when he stretches you open on those digits, curling them just right to hit that gooey, spongey little spot inside you. his palm curls around your pelvic bone so the heel of his hand grinds against your clit just how you need to cum nice and hard for him.

he works his fingers slow and deep, making sure to hit that spot every time he stuffs his fingers back inside you. his other hand comes up, wrapping around your throat to pin your against his chest. you moan freely, clawing at his tattooed arm desperately as you rock your hips against his hand.

he can hear the wet, slick sounds of him fucking your precious little cunt open. you work your clit feverishly against his hand, helping yourself along to the high you so deserve. you're dripping down his fingers, making a mess of him and yourself but you don't care.

"'m gonna cum!" you needlessly warn him.

"i know," he grumbles, tilting your head up so he can press his lips against yours, hand still firmly wrapped around your throat.

he sees your eyes roll back before you melt into the kiss, your orgasm washing over you. he groans when he feels you squeezing and clenching around his fingers, pathetically humping against his hand to work your clit even harder. he slowly strokes that spongey little spot to help ease you through your high. you tremble and clutching desperately at his arm as you start to come down, whimper and panting into his mouth before he lets you pull away. a string of spit connects your lips and you look completely dazed as you gaze up at him.

he always did enjoy the way a good orgasm had you looking all dumb and pliant for him.

he pulls his fingers out of your panties and you whine at the loss, watching him bring those cum-covered fingers up to your face. you could see the way the bruises and splits in his knuckles were covered in your cum and had to hold back to keep from moaning at the sight.

he popped them into his mouth, sighing at the taste of your sweet cum on his tongue.

before you knew it, he was breezing past you out of the bathroom and down to the living room, no doubt on the hunt for something to eat.

"simon!" you called petulantly.

you heard him laugh from the living room, "what?"

"you aren't gonna fuck me?" you complain, feeling heat flood your cheeks when he laughs again.

"dunno, love," his tone is teasing, "we'll see."

ugh. he could be so generous one second and mean the next </3

mwah here is some food my beloveds

#simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost smut #cod x reader #cod smut

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showcontrols · 1 year

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trying to pack my entire existence down into two cardboard boxes like that would somehow be the key to me being worth anything if i make myself just small and unobtrusive enough

#spri.txt #ive got a bunch of sewing supplies in a bag. its good ig #bc its helpful. its useful for everyone else in the household which makes it not /mine/#and that means im allowed to keep it w/o wanting to lie down on the floor and feel like garbage #but also its not mine in a way that matters to me personally and that is driving me fucking nuts #'spri wtf are you talking about' idk either tbh its not smth i can really put into words

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superluver · 9 months

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What was in the bag? G.S.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Wife!Reader

wc: 1516 | cw: Gojo is annoying, fem!Reader, Married, Pre established couple, mentions of bounty&death, FLUFF

Description: Gojo's students meet his wife without knowing it's his wife. Spoiler alert, they think you're his mom.

STARTING HERE

You weren’t really a secret per se.. more of underwraps.

Married to Satoru Gojo, strongest man alive in modern times, you were kind of on the radar for multiple things. Bounty’s on your head reaching over 600 million yen, though they’ve never actually gotten you.

And your daughter, it’s even worse. The highest you’ve heard of was 1 Billion yen, but as Satoru always tells you, he wouldn’t have married someone unable to take care of themselves. You were strong on your own, sure, not a special grade, but a high Grade 1.

You were more than capable of taking care of your family.

“Sora, ready to go?” You coo at her, looking down at her. She babbles in responde, kicking her legs and thrusting them up and down. It’s quite funny.

You are wearing a big hat, large sunglasses and a mask, your 5 month old daughter only wearing the hat and glasses. Her body facing your chest.

A large, garbage bag sits at the door. You recall Satoru texting you to bring it to the school because he forgot it, so with a sigh, you take it in your hand.

It’s heavy, but not unbearably so.

You embark on your journey to the school, which was only about two miles away if you walked, so it was nothing. The only thing concerning you at the moment would be the summer heat beating down on the two of you, wondering if it would be too hot for the small child, but you push on.

“Okay Sora, you have to be good.” You tell her, her big blue eyes staring into yours as you slip on her small glasses. Her hands go up to her face, trying to take them off, but you stop her. That’s when she begins to whine.

“Sora,” you sigh, pressing the hat further down your head. You want to chuckle at her pouty face, her white hair curling over the rim of her small sun hat. You step out of the house into the sun, the large trash bag in your hand. “We’re going to see Papa, but you need to be a good girl.” You tell her, your free hand patting her back, her front pressed onto you from the carrier she’s strapped to that brings you two together.

Immediately, her small whines stop. She looks up at you, her mouth slightly open. “Yes, your papa is at work, and we will visit him.” You tell her in a higher pitch, and she begins to babble out of happiness once more.

It’s been about thirty minutes, Sora taking a nap and you still holding the trash bag. You gain many stares, but you don’t seem to care.

Behind you, someone creeps up. You can feel an immense amount of cursed energy from him, causing you to tense up, and you’re sure Sora can feel it too as she begins to whine again.

“Excuse me?” The person begins, and you assume the person behind you is male from their tone. To turn around, eyebrows furrowed and free hand to your baby's head, pressing her further into you.

“You seemed to be struggling with the bag, so I—” he stammers, and you really look at him. No evil intentions, but that dangerous cursed energy coming from him alarms you.

He’s got pink hair, and a very child-like face. His hand is at the back of his head, scratching awkwardly. You take notice of his uniform, and all that tenseness dissipates. “Are you a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” You ask him, and his eyes go wide.

He shakes his head, hands thrown up. “No-! No, no! I’m— a student! From Sendai, I’m on my way to school!”

You deadpan, he’s clearly lying. Raising an eyebrow, you scoff, “Sendai? What are you doing here in Tokyo. And anyway,” you glance at his uniform, the head holding Sora’s head presses on one of the gold buttons, “I know a Jujutsu Sorcerer’s uniform when I see one. No need to lie, I’m one too.” You confess, finger to your lips(though they’re covered by the mask) like you just told him a secret.

“O-oh! I feel a little embarrassed now..” he tells you bashfully.

“Are you a first year?”

He blinks, nodding slow. “Yeah, I am.”

“Great! Where is Satoru Gojo?” You ask him, and again, he blinks. “I think… he went to get some dessert.”

You groan, readjusting your hat further down.

He leans down, taking the bag from you before stumbling from its weight.

‘She was carrying this!?’

He smiles, re-adjusting it in his hold, then thanking God for his strength.

“If it’s too heavy you can leave it on the ground.” You grumble, sitting under a tree on the stone ledge that surrounds it. The two of you sit under the shade, and Sora, now fully awake, is kicking her legs out. You pull her from the carrier, still facing you, you bounce her on your knee.

The two of you still adorned in your heavy disguises as another person comes by. A girl, wearing a Jujutsu Uniform, brown hair— though clearly dyed— cut into a cute bob. You chuckle, it reminds you of Shoko.

“What’s taking you so long— OHMYGOD!?” She shouts, staring at you. You probably scared her.. you think, but when she steps to you, kneeling to you and asking if you were a celebrity, sweat drops.

“Hm?”

“I'm asking if you’re a celebrity. A model? Maybe an actress.”

You find yourself laughing, shaking your head at her antics. “No, I’m afraid not.”

“A singer! See you have a very nice voice.”

Your head tilts, confused with a hint of embarrassment— though you end up laughing it off— it seems they don’t know who you are.

Sora, still in your arms, is again pressing her hands to her face, knocking her glasses off.

The girl, which you still haven't learned her name, bends down, picking up her glasses and when she leans back up, she sees Sora, looking down at her. Her big blue eyes staring back into the sorceress’ brown ones.

“Holy shit.” She murmurs, wordlessly giving you back her glasses. You stare puzzled, watching as she stands up and walks back to the other boy.

“That— that woman is Gojo’s MOM! She must've been hit by a curse that takes her to the future, because the baby she’s holding is a literal baby Gojo!” Nobara informs Yuuji in whisper, who shakes his head at her.

“No way,” he glances back at you and Sora, who is now tearing off her head revealing her snow white hair. She blinks at him, showcasing her beautiful eyes— identical to his teacher's— and he gapes.

“See! I told you!” She whispers back.

What they don’t realize is that their teacher is looming over them. “What’re you two whispering about?” He asks with a teasing grin, his hands in his pockets, around his arm is a paper bag of Kikufuku.

“Your mom!” Yuuji and Nobara tell him, pointing to the disguised woman. They still haven’t seen her face, but the baby was enough evidence for them.

Megumi stares at them like their idiots, even worse when he watches what his teacher and caretaker does next.

He glances at the woman, then smiling. “Mommy!” He shouts, walking up to her with a wave.

You look up and frown. His students stare at the supposed reunion with him and his mother, his hands to your face pulling off your glasses, then your hat, then ripping your mask off. The three are unable to see your face, though Megumi already knows what you look like.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, then one to the top of the Sora’s head. Still, his students can’t see your face, but their faces are disgusted. “What the hell do you do with your mom?” They asked, Megumi glancing at them like they were stupid.

Satoru laughs, “That’s the beautiful Mommy of my child,” he tells them, watching them go from relaxed to pure shock.

“WHAT YOU DIDN’T TELL US?! AND YOU HAVE A KID?!"

“NO ONE KNEW?!”

“Megumi knew!” Satoru chirps, and the boy’s friends turned to him. “You knew he was married and didn’t say anything.”

“That guy has nothing to do with me.” Megumi tells them, rolling his eyes at his friends interrogating him.

They’re extremely loud, loud wnough to the poiny where tou’re getting embarrassed.

“Excuse me?” You speak up, and they all turn to you. Your face on full display, and this causes them to gape further. “Could you guys be just a little bit more—”

“HOW DID YOU BAG THAT GOJO-SENSEI?!” Nobara asks, pointing at you them him.

He laughs, throwing his head back at the chaos.

Megumi shakes his head, and you stand up, Sora back in the carrier. You take Megumi and walk off with a sigh, still able to hear their screams in the distance along with Satoru’s laughter.

“What was in the bag?” Megumi asks in a disinterested tone.

You, looking ahead, think about it before shrugging.

“No clue.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you #jjk #gojo fluff #gojo x y/n #gojo x wife reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x you #satoru x y/n #gojou x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo married

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clotpolesonly · 7 months

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he loves his younger brothers so deeply he can't function without them. his entire sense of self is predicated on service to his family. he is everyone's least favorite family member. he hates his brothers. he needs to be needed by them because he's never felt wanted. he has the shape of Matthew's forehead and the texture of his curls memorized. goodbye to whatever Declan Lynch would have grown up to be. his mother isn't real and maybe that's why he doesn't love her like he should. keeps an attic full of paintings that make him feel things tucked out of sight where no one can ever see him do it. he drives a 4 hour round trip every sunday to worship a god he no longer believes in because it's the only time Ronan concedes to spend with him. he dates three girls all with the same name and knocks his mother's wedding ring down the garbage disposal. he is a perpetual motion machine, never alone but always lonely. coffee and antacids and sleeping pills so he won't dream. he misses his father so much it hurts. he curses his father's name with every breath. trained so thoroughly to lie that telling even innocuous truths feels like giving something away. "fuck, do not fall in love with this girl." he's his father's only natural-born child. his father doesn't remember his birth. he was the first to love Ronan and so Ronan lived. off the rack suits and italian leather shoes. he wakes up every day wishing he didn't have to. goes to work, goes to school, takes Matthew to organ practice. his mother isn't his mother but his mother left him behind so maybe that's for the best. he gets beaten bloody by the hitman that killed their father and neither of his brothers pick up the phone when he calls to make sure they're alive. he still drives 4 hours to share a pew with them.

#Declan Lynch #i am simply obsessed with him #he is so much character #he fascinates me #TRC #TDT #the Raven Cycle #the Dreamer Trilogy #tags by me

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jakescakeislateforourdate · 1 year

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Avatar Characters and their favorite kisses

Jake, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Neytiri, Aonung, Tonowari, Tsu’tey, Tsireya, Ronal, Rotxo

Nothing but fluff

Enjoy this garbage

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Jake Sully:

The peck

Jake is always on the move. Especially during war. There is no time for breaks and refuge. But Jake tends the relationship religiously. Any moment in between is spent with you. Most often it’s a hug before bed and in the morning. But the peck is key. He drops them left and right. So quick but so emotional. Easy to steal at almost any moment of the day.

Most often right before he mounts his ikran. You’ll be buckling on a saddle when you feel his hand on you shoulder. He pulls on you, begging you to turn and face him. His palm slides up to cradle your nape and he lays a soft kiss on your lips

The throat

These are reserved for private moments. Though Jake is not embarrassed about his affections for you, he prefers to have a little peace and quiet.

Naturally, if you’re laying next to each other in the hammock, swaying gently, he’ll tuck his head into the crook of your neck. His lips skate of the skin of your throat as he settles in. The kisses aren’t entirely absent of desire, sometimes a bit more suck than what’s good for the two of you (don’t know why but hi lies feel childish when you’re busy shooting crafts).

Mostly they’re just soft and sweet. He’s tired and so are you so there’s really no call to get down to business. He just cuddles into you and falls asleep with his lips at your throat.

Neteyam:

The hand

Honor, valor, dignity

Neteyam is a gentleman. Where he learned it from his father. Maybe. Maybe not. But Neteyam is intent on wooing you. You will be so flustered and flattered by his display of affection that you can’t resist him.

So a simple capture of your hand and a kiss to the knuckles ought to do the trick. It makes Lo’ak cringe and Tuk swoon.

Neteyam carefully laces your fingers together and lifts your hand to his lips. He looks you in the eye while he does it, maybe even with a subtle bow. It’s disgustingly sweet.

The midnight special

Despite what it’s name denotes, this kiss is entirely innocent.

Neteyam wakes you in the night, and drags you out of bed for an ikran ride. He pulls you on behind him, moving you arms around his waist where he plants a firm hand. Can’t have you falling off.

The ride is smooth and slow. Eclipse awakens the softer lights of the forest and Neteyam wants you to see. He likes to watch the glow in your eyes as you admire the bioluminescence.

You perch on a thick tree branch and Neteyam shifts your position so you can lie against him. He tells you about Earth, points out the distant star his father came from. Then things go comfortably quiet and you enjoy each other’s company. And then he looks down at you, tilts your chin up, and gives you a fat kiss.

Lo’ak:

The sneak

Lo’ak likes to think he’s smooth. In actuality he’s adorably clumsy. He plans out everything he’s going to say, you might even overhear him practicing to himself. But then when he goes to say it to you, he’s fumbling and stumbling like a newborn.

It comes out all wrong leaving him embarrassed and stuttering. He can’t help it. You have that effect on him.

His father actually gives him the tip. Jake notices his son struggling to flirt and he tells Lo’ak to just go for it.

So Lo’ak goes for the sneak. Petty theft.

He gets you alone, out doing some breathing exercises. Your hand is placed just under his rib cage. He sucks in a breath, controlling the flow, and then lets it back out. While you’re guiding him, he frequently glances at you, working up his courage.

Right as you pull in a breath, Lo’ak sweeps a hand up to the back of your head and leans in. It’s over before you can even process and Lo’ak is off your lips and searching your eyes to make sure he’s done things right.

Good night kisses

It’s the best way to end the day. There isn’t a night where he won’t hunt you down just for the kiss.

After all the trouble of the day, the bickering and squabbles, the lectures and lessons, he just wants a lil bit of comfort. He likes to walk you home, talk with you for a while, and when he feels tired he reaches out to stroke the crown of your head.

He examines your braids, thinking he’ll help you redo them tomorrow. Then his hand moves to your cheek. He smiles as he feels the pull of muscle under the skin when you talk. He rests his forehead against yours, believing that if he thinks hard enough about how much he loves you, you’ll know it without him saying it.

Lastly, he cups your face his rough palms and gives you a sweet kiss before running off to his family.

Neytiri:

The “you’re stupid but I love anyway”

Neytiri found you in the jungle that day, almost half eaten by viper wolves and making enough clamor to wake half the forest. Unfortunately for her, she has to teach you her ways.

How terrible.

But once Neytiri sees your diligence, she’s flattered. A dreamwalker trying so hard to master the Na’vi crafts, it’s unthinkable. Yet you amaze her with your determination to get it right.

She’s training you on the pa’li one day. Because you’re learning how to hunt, learning how to ride a direhorse will be important for when you get an ikran.

You boost yourself onto the rough plating of its back and link the tsaheylu. The direhorse squeals and jolts. Neytiri strokes it’s side and tells you to focus on the breath of the creature.

When she tells you to ride, she steps back and watches. At first you look like you’ve got it, but then the pa’li jerks to the side and dumps you into a puddle of manure.

She chuckles as you peel yourself out of the mess and hopeless try to remove it. And then Tsu’tey is laughing too. And Neytiri finds her joy smothered.

She shoos him off and guides you away to clean you up. While you wash away the crud in a small stream, Neytiri watches with this look in her eyes. She’s never enjoyed someone’s company as much as she enjoys yours. You fascinate her. She finds herself wanting to know more and more about where you came from and what you can learn.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

She realizes she’s zoned out and you’ve caught her. “You’re stupid,” she intends to smack the side of your head but it comes off as more of a pat, “ignorant, and very—”

How does she say… adorable?

Instead she dives for a quick peck that leaves you stunned. She disappears before you can react and you’re left in the stream, wondering if this is just a practice of the omatikaya or if she’s being sweet on you.

In passing

I’m gonna keep this short and sweet like the kiss.

Neytiri likes smol kisses.

Barely there kisses that only you can catch. Whenever she passes by you she leaves a few along your cheek or ear.

They’re just so convenient for her.

When she gets a moment they last a bit longer but this is great for when your in a crows of people and she doesn’t want to go big on the pda.

She’ll catch your shoulder occasionally and leave some along your collar bones and spine. Sometimes it’s a greeting or to let you know that she’s there. Sometimes it’s comforting for her to just feel you beside her.

Aonung:

The jackass

This idiot (affectionately), falls into that trap of “to get a girl to like me I must make her think I hate her” and so therefore, goes about everything I’m the wrong way.

Aonung is so new to this ‘pleasing’ thing so he goes about it in the only way he knows how. Trolling you. He once helped you put a saddle on your ilu and while you were buckling one side, he carefully scored the straps on the other so they were thinned to the near point of snapping.

You went in for the dive and with a horrible POP! The straps ripped and you fell off the ilu in a whirl of bubbles.

Once you summon your ilu back, you check the broken straps and see the cleanliness of the break. Aonung is swimming up with a boyish grin on his face and a chuckle in his throat.

While you glower and adjust the saddle straps so you can tie the broken ends together, Aonung pounces.

He ducks around your ilu, and steals the kiss from you. Asshat.

“Okay, okay, fine” aka the surrender

Aonung may be a real snot sometimes but he’s go his moments.

He’s very attuned to your emotions, always watching to make sure he doesn’t go too far with his teasing.

You’re very precious to him and he won’t have you upset over a dumb joke he probably shouldn’t have said.

With that being said, the beginning is a little rocky because he has to figure out the boundaries.

Whenever he sees you start to pour, eyes growing sad, he knows he’s done something terribly wrong and he must make peace quickly.

He whisks you away and and twirls you into a tight hug. He’s a bit stiff with hugs because he’s not used to them. He knows this and so he takes another step.

Careful to not to break his bratty little attitude, he teases a “fine, come’re” and gives you a shockingly graceful kiss to make amends.

Tonowari:

The cheek

This man, this man right here. I can’t think of a better companion. You’ve seen how he cares for Ronal, now imagine he looked at you the same way.

Tonowari has class. The Na’vi have a fine sense of romance. They know how to please. He’s mastered it.

He’s best at problem solving. He handles conflict head on yet so delicately. Whenever you have a squabble it’s almost annoying how you can’t stay mad at him. He’s just so whipped. A simp.

He can’t stand to see you upset so, naturally, he’s approaching you from behind, placing his strong hands on your hips and resting his chin on your shoulder. He waits until he feels you relax and then aims a kiss right into the fat of your cheek, maybe even tops it off with a little nuzzle.

The bridge

Planting kisses on the nose isn’t unheard of. The Na’vi don’t have the pointed human noses so they go about it in a different manner.

Tonowari likes affection. I think that’s very established as he cares deeply for you. He’s always focusing on the little things. The domestic moments when no one is looking. He’s got a thing about kissing as it’s his favorite method of love.

So expect him to be kissing you all the time. You hand, fingertips, cheeks, temples, lips, neck, and of course your nose.

But instead of kissing the tip, he aims for the spot just below your the valley between your brows. That ridge that forms a mountain between your eyes.

It lets him feel your skin and catch the scent of your hair. It’s usually a lingering kiss, maybe whilst in a hug. And one of his personal favorites.

Tsu’tey:

The crown

There’s this stench about Tsu’tey; the stench of ROMANCE.

He’s a traditional guy. He likes traditional courtship. While he was arranged to be with Neytiri, thing’s obviously fall through. Luckily, while Neytiri as has been falling for Jake, you caught Tsu’tey’s eye.

He begins with casual conversation, asking you to help clean a kill and prepare it for the people. He’s got jokes. He’s got style. I probably can’t write it but there’s this aura about him that just screams he knows how to please.

He notices a few of your braids coming loose one day. He ushers you onto a log where he meticulously finger-combs and rebrands your hair. After he’s done he sweeps the braids over your shoulders and plants a hearty kiss to the crown of your head.

His first gesture of love.

Clockwork

Tsu’tey is a busy man. He’s got things to do and places to be. So he’s set aside time for kissing. Time for you.

He’s got it down to a science. Pecks here, heated kisses there. All to be delivered at specific times during the day. He’ll even tell you to meet him when and where.

His punctuality isn’t to make his affection seem mechanical or forced. It’s to prove that he will always make time for you.

So don’t be surprised when he wagging a finger and telling you to follow so he can lead you away and enjoy a small kiss.

Tsireya:

No beginning and no end

Where to begin with her. Tsireya is gifted in social interaction. Which makes this a whole lot easier for you, especially when your family first arrives at the Metkayina’s doorstep.

You catch her eye and from that moment on you are her focus. She’s ecstatic about the prospect of teaching you her ways and sharing with you her life. Of course love blossoms quickly.

The relationship is easy. It’s easy to love Tsireya. But difficult to manage to learn when she’s teaching you.

She’s takes you aside to help practice diving. Your breathing needs work. So she runs you through the motions.

You just aren’t getting it so Tsireya takes matters into her own hands and decides that first you will learn to hold your breath above water.

The next thing you know her lips are on yours and she’s guiding you through breath holds while kissing you.

Suddenly a minute is both too short and too long.

Eyelids

This is one you almost never know about. If there’s ever a night when she can’t sleep, she seeks you out and lays beside you. You at least enchant her while she’s awake.

She studies you carefully. She runs her finger along your cheeks, feeling the texture of your pores and taps the tip of your nose.

She’s thinks you are so perfect. When she finally tires Ashe presses a kiss to each of your closed lids and wishes you a good night.

Ronal:

The happy accident

Ronal is a very headstrong woman. She knows what she wants and how to get it. I’m your case this is a very good thing because it means you’re going to be aware if she’s pursuing you or not.

But dang, you’re oblivious. Ronal has been trying to get your attention for weeks and you just don’t see it. She can’t tell if you like her or not. Which leads to the kiss.

She stages the whole thing, determined to get a rise out of you.

She asked for your help while she went to treat someone. She just needed an extra set of hands and you were right there waiting.

While cleaning up, she moves to hand you a basket, purposefully making sure she’s too close, and she snags your lips.

She grins at your stunned face and pushes the basket into your hands, bidding you to follow along.

The apology

Because Ronal is so strong in her judgement, bickering can occur. She’s simply trying to get you to see her point of view.

This kiss goes both ways, whether it’s from you or her, it holds a lot of value. The apology kiss appears to be like any other, the press of lips and the sharing of breath, but it’s not.

Emotion can be a hard thing for her when it comes to apologies. She either feels bad that she made you back down or that she was wrong about something.

So it’s an emotional kiss meant to mend. Which is what makes it her favorite. Knowing that within boundaries forgiveness is always an option with the right apology.

Rotxo:

The attention seeker

He likes to have you all to himself, this one does. He wants all the attention, all the affection, all the love.

So these kisses are meant to draw you attention to him. Whenever you’re out and about or busy with tasks, Rotxo comes sneakin’ around to distract you.

He’ll tilt your chin to get you to look at him and give you a kiss. He’ll kiss you cheek to distract you while he takes away whatever is in your hands. He’ll peck your forehead and purposefully block your view of wherever you were going.

He just wants you to pay him some attention.

The “better than thou”

Him and Aonung have been best buds since forever. Meaning they’re always in competition as much as they’re in companionship.

Logically, they one up each other with partners too. Rotxo was the first to get one, you. He’s so happy because he really likes you too and he wants to keep you forever.

So while Aonung is awaiting his, Rotxo has to rub it in every second that he has you. It seems most Na’vi don’t publicly display love but Rotxo loves a good smooch on the cheek.

Either he’ll tap his and tilt his head expectantly, or, he’ll swoop in and leave a wet kiss on your cheekbone for Aonung to see.

Dear Reader,

Thank you for making it to the end of this post, I hope you enjoyed your reading experience. You are welcome to request and read through other works on my Masterlist. Thank you once again, have a nice day.

-the author, Lady

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miffysrambles · 6 months

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Hello :) I would like to request! For Sun Wukong, Macaque and Mk X Reader (can be any gender that you prefer to use) And can It be separate please 'w'

And basically the story is that Reader has caught a nasty Cold/Sore Throat and is not doing so well, until the boys come to the rescue and help them out the best they can, and later on they back on their feet again!

Thank you 👍

Wukong, Macaque, and MK WIth a Sick! S/O

Wukong:

Coughs and sniffles filled the air as you lay in your bed, flipping through channels on your television.

You had caught the cold going around since the weather was dropping for the autumn season, even though you were on top of your hygiene.

You were in the middle of a rerun of an old sitcom when your phone rang. Groaning, you reached over to your nightstand and saw your boyfriend Wukong was calling.

You put the call on speaker as you were too mentally and physically exhausted to put it up to your ear, “Hello…?”

Ew, your voice sounded gross.

“Peaches, you ok? Gods, your voice sounds awful!” Wow, he could’ve at least tried to lie.

“I’m sick Wukong, we can’t spend time together today…”

“Who says? I could come over and help ya’ feel better!” You could hear him rustling through his hut at the end of the line, meaning he was already on his way over..

“And before you say something like ‘Oh but my generous and oh-so-kind boyfriend Wukong, I don’t want you to get sick either!’ Don’t worry! Immortals barely ever get sick.”

You laughed softly at his pathetic impression of you, clearly he was joking but you had to admit he was pretty spot on with your concerns.

“If you’re sure hon, I’ll see you in a bit.” Your hoarse voice added a few coughs at the end.

“Oh, I’m definitely sure peaches, see ya’ in a few minutes! I love you, mwwah!” He added loud kissing noises at the end which made you laugh more.

He always knew just how to cheer you up by putting a smile on your face, even if you felt like literal garbage.

After a few agonizing minutes of lying in your sweat-filled state, you heard the window to your bedroom open as your boyfriend sat on the windowsill.

“You coulda just have used the door like a normal person.” You laughed softly, making him roll his eyes with a grin.

“Not as romantic though.” He jumped from your window as he held a pharmacy bag in his hand, setting it down on your nightstand as he put his palm up to your forehead.

“Sheesh, you’re burning up… How ya feeling hon?” His tail thumped against your bed, signaling he was very much worried for you.

“Like garbage, but a bit better now that you’re here.” You smiled up at him as his hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing circles in a small attempt to help you feel better.

He reached over to the bag, pulling out some peach-flavored syrup medicine making you raise an eyebrow.

“Peach flavored, really? I didn’t even know they made it in that flavor.” You laughed softly, not even minding the throbbing pain in your throat.

“Whaaat?! It’s the best flavor and it reminded me of you! Now open wide peaches, here comes the airplane!” He playfully teased you as he poured the medicine into a spoon, pretending it was flying toward your mouth with fake airplane sounds.

You rolled your eyes as you decided to go along with his teasing, opening your mouth as you swallowed the medicine.

Your face scrunched as you hesitantly swallowed the ghastly syrup, “Ugh that is awful!”

Wukong laughed as he smirked, “C’mon you got another spoonful to go!”

“Noooooo!”

Macaque:

Your coughing and sneezing slowly stirred Macaque awake from his deep sleep, rubbing his eyes as he sat up and looked over to see you holding a box of tissues.

“Sick huh?” His voice made you jump as your sickly state didn’t even make you realize he was awake now.

“O-Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up!” Your hoarse voice made him wince, he could tell by just the way you talked you did NOT feel good.

“Hey hey, it’s ok sweet cheeks. You can’t help it if you’re sick, c’mere.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back down onto the bed, rubbing the back of your head to help ease the throbbing pain.

“But I don’t want to get you sick, I should go home.” You muttered in between sniffles and coughs.

He chuckled softly as he shook his head, his tail wrapping around your waist to keep you close and signaling you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“No can do sugarplum, you’re stuck with me for today. And besides, I’m a demon. We don’t ‘get sick’.” His fingers were tangled in your hair, making the throbbing in the back of your head subside as you sighed in relief and contentment.

Your head laid against his chest, the room was silent besides the sounds of your clogged sinuses which you really needed right now to help ease your migraine.

“I’m gonna get up and go to the store to get you some medicine, I’ll be right back ok?” Macaque’s low voice spoke into your ear.

You nodded as he let you go and gently laid you back down on his bed, putting on his clothes and using his shadow magic to summon a portal as he fell through it.

A few minutes later he rose out of the floor from the shadows, holding a plastic bag as he sat down next to you on the bed.

He smiled down at you as you put your head in his lap, his fingers going right back to your hair as he played with the strands with care.

He pulled out a bottle of pills and a water bottle and handed them both to you, “Here you go starshine, I got you everything you needed.”

He also pulled out a washcloth and soaked it in the water, putting it against your forehead to help cool you down.

“Thank you hon…” You were able to breathe out softly as you popped the pill into your mouth and sipped on the water.

“No problem sugar.” His fingers caressed your head, his eyes staring lovingly down at you.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye his wallet on the dresser as you turned your head back up to him, “Macaque, how did you pay for the medicine if your wallet is on the dresser?”

“..Don’t worry about that sweet cheeks.”

MK:

MK was on a noodle run when he noticed one of the orders was for your address, his face beamed as he could use this as an excuse to see you.

Pigsy had worked him to the bone today and luckily yours was the last order of the day so he could take his time seeing you.

He parked his work scooter in the parking lot of your apartment complex as he walked up to your door, knocking with a pep in his knuckles as he called out to you.

“Heyyy (Name), it’s me! I got your noodles and I wanna see your cute face!”

After a few seconds of waiting, his eyebrow raised as his phone went off in his pocket.

Seeing it was a text from you, he opened it and read it out loud.

“ ‘Come in. There’s a key underneath the mat.’’ Huh, why didn’t they just answer the door?”

He raised the welcome mat and unlocked your door with your spare key, seeing it was completely dark inside as he stepped through the doorway.

“(Name)? It’s me, where are you?”

He put the noodles on your kitchen counter as he walked through your small apartment, every single light was off so he used his phone flashlight to work his way through the shadows.

He reached your bedroom and slowly opened the door, peeking his head through as he saw a figure underneath the bedsheets huffing and coughing.

“Oooohhh, that’s why you didn't answer the door.” He walked over as he slowly lifted your covers, seeing your messed up hair and still in your pajamas from the night before.

You smiled up at him through your miserable state, "Hi hon. Do you have my noodles?”

MK nodded as he retrieved them from the kitchen, sitting down next to you on the bed as he smiled.

“Here, let me feed them to you. The perk of being sick is your boyfriend gets to do everything for you!”

You smiled as he opened the container, the warm broth filling the air as you sighed in contentment, opening your mouth as he brought the chopsticks to your lips.

He continued to feed the noodles to you, eventually getting down to just the broth as he handed the bowl to you, “Here drink this, the broth helps when your throat is sore. It helped me when I was sick when Pigsy brought me a bowl.”

You brought the bowl up to your lips and sipped on the warm liquid, sighing as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for bringing them to me, let me get you your money.”

He laughed as he wrapped an arm around you, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it sweetie, It’s on me tonight. You just work on feeling better.”

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rougecreator1 · 7 days

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Hi! How are you doing? I was hoping I could request something with Poly!plastics x reader? After Cady gets brought into the plastics, the reader gets insecure and thinks that her girlfriends will replace her with Cady. She tries to hide it but after the three of talk about Cady on date night she snaps. How you end it is up to you, I was want Poly!plastics x reader to be endgame. Thank you 💘

Insecurities

omg im actually obsessed with this idea

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

(i myself am poly)

|| Warnings: talks of insecurities, feeling leftout/replaced, some swearing, slight bullying of Cady (sorta?)

|| Summary: Reader feels left out when Cady joins the group: the girls don't notice right away. When date night rolls around and all they seem to talk about is Cady, Reader can't take it.

Requests open!

My requests are open, I'm just only writing when I have motivation to right now so it may take time for me to get to them. Like I think this fic almost took me a month to finish 🥲

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To say you weren't happy about Cady joining the group would be... an understatement. You felt like all your girlfriends attention was suddenly on the new girl. You hate feeling left out and that's exactly how they were making you feel, even if they didn't realize it.

The five of you sat together at your usual lunch seat, Gretchen and Cady were talking, Karen was kind of just listening to them and occasionally throwing in some comment, Regina was focused on her cheese fries. You? You sat there awkwardly. Awkward around your own girlfriends because of Cady. The fact that none of them were even trying to talk to you. You couldn't take it.

You suddenly stood, holding your lunch tray. Which got their attention. You were about to leave when Karen called your name.

"Y/N? Where are you going?" Karen asked, a slight frown on her lips. You try to hide your insecurities and force out a smile, Gretchen narrows her eyes at you. She could always tell when something was off.

"I was just going to the bathroom." You state.

"With your lunch?" Karen looked confused.

You looked down at the lunch tray in your hands and then glanced at Cady, who was looking at you with concern while you were trying to hide the jealousy in your eyes.

"Oh, um, no I'm not hungry so I was gonna go throw it out then go to the bathroom." You quickly came up with a response, racking your brain for something that made sense. Though now you had to actually throw out your lunch and, truthfully, you weren't really all that hungry. So you felt fine with the lie.

Regina raised an eyebrow at you and seemed to share some look with Gretchen.

You ignored them and followed through with your lie. Heading to the nearest garbage, dumping your tray then putting the now empty tray with the rest before going to the bathroom. There you locked yourself in one of the stalls and sighed deeply, leaning against the back of the door.

Maybe you could have tried a little more to be social. But you didn't feel like you could connect with anything they were talking about. Cady had mostly been leading the conversation. You didn't quite know how to interact with her yet. The two of you didn't have anything in common, that you knew of. So it just always felt awkward to even try.

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It was later that night, you and your girlfriends had planned a date that you'd been working on for months. You were excited it was finally happening. You were going to the theatres and then after all of you would dine at a fancy five star restaurant, all paid for by Regina though the rest of you did chip in what you could. Much to Regina's disliking. She loves spoiling her girls. fight me

As the four of you sat at the table, waiting for your food you found yourself just listening to the conversation again. Not being apart of it. They were talking about Cady. On date night. Fucking Cady. It made your chest twist and heart ache. You couldn't help but feel like in the short amount of time that Cady's been there she's replaced you. The feeling was killing you. You couldn't sit with it anymore. Before you could stop yourself...

"Seriously? Can't you guys shut up about Cady for one second? It's date night! This is supposed to be about us. Not her." You snapped, the table went quiet and their eyes were on you. Confusion quickly replaced with concern. Which then made you the confused one until you realized you were crying. When did you start crying?

"Oh my God!" Gretchen says, quickly reaching across the table and grabbing your hands. The four of you were situated so Regina sat next to you, Karen across from Regina, Gretchen next to Karen and across from you." We're so sorry, we didn't even..." She looks at Karen and then at Regina with a frown, clearly none of them had realized how you felt. Gretchen thought she had picked up on something weird earlier today, she didn't know if she had been overthinking that look you gave Cady but it turns out she was right. Gretchen sighs.

Regina drapes an arm around your waist and pulls you in close to her side, her nails trailing through your hair as she looks at you with a look you couldn't quite figure out. "Are you jealous?" Regina was always more blunt. Even with you.

"I don't... well, it's not really jealousy.. jealousy is definitely a part of it but it's like- I feel like Cady's replacing me." You try to explain your thoughts with a little struggle. There were so many going through your head that it was hard to jump on a single train of thought. So they all mixed together a bit when you spoke.

The three glance around at each other, seeming to have some silent conversation. Regina speaks up first. Her hold on your waist tightening a little but not in a way that was uncomfortable to you.

"Why the fuck would we replace you with her?"

You pause and blink, looking at Regina in confusion. You thought her and the others had been really close with Cady. You were so sure of it too. To hear Regina immediately dismiss the thought, it definitely surprised you. Were they not as close as you had assumed?

"What?" You reply, your confusion showing on your face. By now the tears had stopped flowing but the streaks remained.

"Why do you think we would replace you with Cady? We don't actually like her. We've been making fun of her." Regina states simply. That was news to you. They never really included you in their kittle schemes because they knew it wasn't your style, they respected that. Though sometimes you'd hear the stories.

"But you gave Cady those shoes?" Your head was beginning to hurt trying to figure all this out. If they didn't like Cady why was she even in the group? It didn't make sense to you.

"Because we thought it would be hilarious watching her try to walk in them. And it was." Regina shrugged, a slight smirk on her face as she glanced over at Gretchen.

Karen looked about as confused as you," wait. We don't like Cady?"

"Honey..." Gretchen looked at Karen with a soft gaze and rested one of her hands on her lower back, keeping the other in your hand.

Regina brought her focus back to you and kissed you deeply, hand moving from your waist to rest under your chin before she breaks the kiss. Smirking against your lips as she looks into your eyes.

"Better?" She whispered, you nodded your head. A blush coated your cheeks as you stared back into the blonde's eyes. She always managed to leave you speechless.

The rest of the date went by smoothly, your girls focused on making sure you were the center of attention for the entire date. Including you in conversation, always finding some way to touch you. By the time the four of you got to Regina's room, you were exhausted as you let yourself collapse onto her bed. Gretchen giggled as she watched you and was the first to lay down beside you, wrapping you in her arms and pulling you close. Karen came down on your other side, doing the same. Making sure her arms wrapped around both you and Gretchen. Regina took a picture of the three of you and posted it to Insta before joining you guys in bed. Fully laying herself on top of you with her arms around your hips as she planted a soft kiss to your jawline; which got a hum out of you in response. The four of you remained cuddled up with each other until you feel asleep.

Feeling much better than you did at the start of the day.

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haechanskins · 4 months

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Lose Somebody - Winter

☆ note: this is my first wlw writting ever, if you think I can improve in something or want to advice me, I'm all ears! I would really appreciate if you let a comment with your thoughts ♡

MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT

☆ genre: f!reader, smut;

☆ warnings: kinda hate sex, toxic ex gf/fiancée, reconciliation through sex, teasing, choking, swear words, fingering, oral receiving;

☆ wc: 2.3k

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It was the 30th missed call Minjeong left on your phone. You knew she was drunk again and would say things she shouldn't, just like last time. "I messed up, multiple times. You need to understand that you have to come back to me. Who will love you like I do? Who will wreck you in bed like I do? Who will even care about you? Your destiny is with me". There's no mental readiness to answer the phone; no valid reason to relive it all. You know the calls will only stop when she passes out or sleeps, so you decide to turn it off and lie down. The night seems much longer when your mind refuses to let go, surrounded by worry and dreams returning to the day it all happened...

"How many more times is this damn woman going to show up?" Minjeong shouts as your friend Giselle visits your house again. Your fiancée spent the night away without explanations, and Giselle stayed to calm you. "All that bitch wants is to take you away from me, can't you see?" Anger makes the beer bottle in Minjeong's hands fly towards the wall near you. In that moment, Minjeong realizes her mistake, even though she's far from sober, and rushes toward you. She always had jealousy issues, and you usually let it pass, but this time, the shock and fear were too much. Her touch alone was enough to make you scream and cry.

"Please, forgive me!" she says amidst tears, trying to hold your face. "Babe, please forgive me!" she continues, trying to hold your hands while you throw the ring away. She kneels, holds your arms - the last place you need to be - the last face you want to see is hers. Thursday morning, 8 am, was when it all happened. The last words you heard after walking through the door were "Slut, go be with your bitch Giselle and then tell me if she's better than me! I know I can find someone better than you.". These words echo in your mind during what should be a peaceful sleep, but you're awakened by your own voice calling your ex-fiancée's name incessantly. Should you call her? But why? To hear mockery and provocations?

A hot shower should bring some calmness. All you can think about now is a bit of tranquility. The water flowing down your body makes this feeling seem true for a moment. Walking through the apartment, you realize there's garbage to take out, and your little dog starts jumping on your legs as if asking for fresh air. "Just because I need to take out the trash, okay?" putting the small one under your arm and heading to the elevator. "Do you think I should call her, Kima?" you ask, touching the tip of the small pet's nose, and her head turns around. "She can't even answer and would disapprove" but does she miss her other mom? Thoughts consume you again until Kima gets restless and starts barking while leaving the building. You search for reasons, put her down, and check if there's something on her tiny body. Then she escapes to the automatic gate. Minjeong is leaning against it, at first, you think it might be your sleep playing tricks on you or the lack of glasses, so you start shouting for Kima to come back.

"She misses me too" the redhead shouts. "Please, let me in. I just want one last conversation." You sigh and think for a moment before opening the gate. "I'm doing this for Kima. You have 15 minutes at most!" you say, approaching the gate and opening it.

Keeping with the usual, as you reach your floor, you make coffee for both while Minjeong plays with Kima in the living room. As you sweeten the drink, your mind begins to question the decision to let her into your home, into your comfort. In a moment of distraction and vulnerability, you grab the hot iron kettle without realizing it, screaming in pain and alerting your ex, who was in the other room. "Here..." she guided you to the sink, letting cold running water flow over your hand. "Do you have burn ointment?". "In the bedroom, second door on the corridor" you answer without much thought. When you hear the doorknob turning, you scream at Minjeong to go back, but it's too late. You still have photos with her on the desk, and your steps after the unresolved breakup have been slow. Seeing her still confuses you, and your heart, whether you like it or not, beats faster.

"I found it" showing the ointment in her hands while smiling slightly. She extends her hand, waiting for yours, and applies gently. Pointing to the sofa, she asks you to sit and grabs the cups, placing them on the small coffee table. "You still have..." she begins, but you cut her off instantly, asking what she wants to talk about and why she's there. Minjeong sighs and stares at the ceiling for a few seconds, as if waiting for the words to fall from the sky into her head. "I miss you…" you continue looking while her eyes seem to search for another focus and her mouth more words. "Is that it?" she remains silent. "Then you can leave!" the girl watches you walk towards the door to send her away, but she doesn't move. "I said you can go, Minjeong." The last thing your ex-fiancée would do is leave. She managed to contact you after months, entered your house, and was in your presence. She won't leave.

"Okay" as you open the door, Minjeong closes it again, leaning over you. Not much taller, but already causing some intimidation due to the angle and proximity, she continues "Do you prefer to hear me here or in bed?" Silence hangs in the air, and the atmosphere is palpable. You want her to leave while simultaneously wanting her to touch you any way she pleases. "Sorry, didn't mean to cross boundaries. I thought we could..." she backs away from the door, trying to explain her recent behavior. But you’re faster and more eager. It's impossible to lie to your own body. A fervent and quick kiss begins, lasting for a few minutes until you both need air.

"I thought you wouldn't want to see me ever again!" "This is the last time, Kim Minjeong. This is the last time." Everything around you seems to vanish until you touch and fall, fortunately, nothing breaks on the way to the bed. "Whatever you want," you say, watching her eyes darken. Supported by your knees, facing each other, you feel your neck being squeezed. Minjeong's laughter resonates in your ears, sending a shiver down your entire body.

"If this is the last time, then I'll fuck you like the slut you are" she almost spits out each word, pushing you onto the bed and lightly biting every exposed inch of your skin. You don't resist for a minute; her words only make you crave more, yet at the same time, they ignite a sense of anger, uncertain if it's just a fetish or something serious.

"I'm the slut, and you come crawling to my door?" you move on top of her. "Not going to answer?" you question, slapping her face, and she smirks, attempting to put her hands on your waist. However, you pull them up, leaning on them, just inches away from Minjeong's mouth. "I'm not the one missing you," spreading kisses on her face. "I'm not the one begging every day to come back. Or am I?" you mock, a statement mixed with truth, both with hearts pounding and panties soaked.

"You..." she starts.

"I don't want you to speak. I want you to beg," you interrupt.

"I like your attempt to take control. It's cute. But it doesn't work with me" she retorts "but since you're here, you'll make it easier for me," she continues smiling, and your head knots for a few seconds. How did she manage to flip the situation like this?

"I won't do anything you want," running your hands through Minjeong's red hair. "Why should I?"

"Because you've always obeyed me, like a good girl." she teases.

"That's over, Minjeong."

"Over?" she laughs. "And would you spread your legs if I commanded?" she asks, pulling your hand towards her mouth, licking and sucking on the two middle fingers. "Would you take off this blouse if I told you to?" continues. You feel your body shiver and yield to each word she says. You get up from the bed, and her eyes follow you as she sits there, glancing at you. You remove your blouse and the small pajama shorts, turning around to reveal just your panties. Minjeong observes every inch of your body, running her hands from your neck to your thighs.

"Is this what you want?"

"I want much more!" she replies, pulling you by the waist. You look down at her and give her a slap. "I wished you'd never show up here again" her eyes search for whether it's the truth or just a game. "I wished you'd disappear from my life forever" another slap. "You could find someone better so easily, and yet, here you are, begging for me," you say, sitting on her lap while speaking. "Is it cute for me to try to boss you around?" You laugh mockingly and give another slap, moving your hand down to Minjeong's neck, squeezing it. She continues to look at you with doubt, but there's nothing in you that worries about responding at this moment.

Drawing her silhouette with your hands, she shivers with every touch and sighs with every scratch where her skin is exposed. Kneeling on the rug in your room, you put your hands on her waist to find the edge of her pants, starting to pull along with her panties. Once done, you move your hands up again to take off the remaining blouse and bra. For the first time, you observe the shaky breaths coming from your old partner instead of yourself.

"Look who's the slut now. So needy and alone that you're wet for so little" one hand squeezing Minjeong's neck, while the other is wandering across her intimacy. "How many fingers do you think I can fit without even touching you?" you ask, making a pout. "Three? Already?" you pretend to insert your fingers, and her eyes close, mouth opens with a slight moan. You laugh; she opens her eyes disappointed, and mumbles.

"I want you to sit on my face" you say, lying on the bed and waiting for her, but Minjeong laughs and doesn't follow. "As I said, it's cute," she says, leaning into the space between your legs "but it doesn't work with me" she concludes, placing kisses on the inner part of your thigh, causing shivers and a soft moan to escape. Minjeong laughs and moves closer to your pussy.

Positioning herself on top of your body, she confesses several times that she felt hatred towards you for ignoring her, that she wanted to have you all the time, but you were a complete slut. That's why she was there, to show you why she should be the only one to touch your body forever.

"You're going to cooperate with me now," she said, biting your thigh "properly" she continued, placing a kiss on your clitoris, then licking your entire intimate area from top to bottom twice, watching you squirm and moan. "Hmm... so you like this, don't you?" she laughed. "Want more?" She licked again and gave another kiss.

"Please," you responded with a trembling voice.

"Please, what, my love?" she licked once more.

"Please, I need you to go down on me."

"Good girl," she replied, doing what had been asked. Then, she inserted two fingers while alternating between slow and fast sucks, murmuring, "Delicious as always," and grumbling, "You're so tasty. I love the taste you have," making your entire pussy vibrate. When the redhead noticed that you were moaning too much and holding onto her hair tightly, she stopped abruptly.

"Did you stop?" you asked desperately. "I was almost there," you grumbled.

"I want to come with you" she said, kissing up your belly and breasts, sucking a few times. "I want to feel you" she continued, immediately kissing you. She gradually pulled your hair while one hand played with your clitoris and returned to your breasts without any warning or alert. Everything seemed to make you 100% more sensitive to her touch, more needy, and addicted to that touch.

Minjeong pulled you closer "We've never tried this. Do you want to?" She pulled one of your legs up onto her thigh. You knew what she was talking about and involuntarily smiled. The only answer you could give was your own body fitting perfectly with hers; pussy against pussy. You could hardly breathe with your hearts racing amid so many moans. The only sound besides them was the wet skin-on-skin noise. "It's unbelievable how beautiful you look when you're about to cum for me" Minjeong gasps. "You're mine," she continues, grinding against you even more.

"I'm yours. I'm only yours" you say as your voice falters amid whispers and almost tears. "I'm going to—" you say, almost shouting.

"Cum in my pussy" she replies "with me" she continues, holding onto your waist even tighter, giving more and more thrust. The moans get louder, and you both hardly know where to touch—lacking hands for hair, breasts, waist, thighs, lacking voice.

You climax together. It wasn't the last time you saw Minjeong or had sex with her, but on this specific day, after everything, she stayed with you, and you slept entwined. Minjeong still believes to this day that you were in a deep sleep when she whispered "I had to lose you to realize I can't live without you... what an idiot... I hope this never happens again. I love you, y/n."

tags: @minjeongswife

#kpop smut #aespa x reader #aespa smut #haechanskins #winter smut #wlw smut #winter x reader #minjeong x reader #kim minjeong x reader

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kattyee · 2 months

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Feeling like a fool

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem! Reader

tw: unrequited romance, heartbroken

Summary: You and Lucifer started dating two years after Lilith left, you loved each other, you loved him, he loves you, right?... You didn't know it, until she returned, the love of his life, his Lilith.

Part I Part II Final Part

Why? You can't help but feel stupid, like a fool. You thought he finally loved you, that he wanted you. Was that all you were to him? Someone to distract him from his wife's abandonment? You felt so stupid, so much so that you couldn't help but shed tears, begging him to stay, to don’t leave you...

“Lucifer, please…” she says with tears in his eyes, oh, those eyes, those eyes that according to him were the most beautiful, that according to him he loved more than his own life.

He only looks at her out of the corner of his eye, while he takes the hand of Lilith, his beloved, the one who returned for her husband after disappearing. What about her? The one who stayed with him, the one who accompanied him at all times, the one who did not abandon him...

"Leave." Luicifer turns around, but before he can start walking (y/n) grabs his arm. “Lucifer, please… don't leave me, I-I love you, please don't leave…”

Lucifer keep silent while Lilith begins to speak. “What don't you understand, fool? He does not love you, he has never loved you, Yours have always been me. Do you think if I hadn't left he would have chosen you? He wouldn't even have looked at you. Now get out of my house once and for all, go back to the streets where you came from, to the garbage dump, darling.”

She looks down “But what about us? Our moments together, everything we went through, it was all a damn lie?! Everything you promised me, everything you swore?! Liar!!" She loses all control when she sees how the person who was supposed to be her partner left her for her past love. “Listen, our thing was never anything serious, you know? It was a... just a hobby, okay? Now please go…” points towards the door with his finger.

…

Silence, that's all there is in the room. She lets go of his shoulder and walks towards the door, once outside she starts running. “I'm a fool, I'm a fucking stupid fool! Because? Why do I still have this fucking luck? I'm always the fool..."

Empty… all these years, all so that he would leave you as soon as he had the chance, you reached an alley you sat on the ground while hugging your legs and crying harder. After all, this was where you belonged, right? To the shadows, to the trash. You cried all night… “I feel like a fool for falling in love with you…”

Note: Hello! This is Kattie, I know it has some errors, but since I started today I didn't want to leave the blog empty. Tomorrow I will correct the grammatical errors, spelling errors and details of the fic since today I will go to sleep because it is very late, haha. I hope you liked it, good night🤍

#hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hotel hazbin #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #lucifer x reader #kattyee #lucifer Morningstar x reader #lucifer #hotel hazbin x reader

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nekos-nightmare · 1 year

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Lie Detector

A new prank pops up in your head. You secretly with Katai's help modify it a bit, when you say "I hate you", the machine will instead of a beeping sound, it will be silent. (Usually lie detectors will sound with the lies.)

Dazai, Ranpo, Mori, Fyodor: Not reaction at all.

They won't react because they know it's a prank. Instead of a harsh reaction, they just give you a gentle smile and expose you. It's pretty boring, but you just have to accept that nothing will get past them. After the prank is over, you will get a small punishment for your prank.

Fukuzawa, Hirotsu, Mushitarou, Ango: Heart Attack

They appear to be a calm and cold person on the outside, but on the inside, they are very vulnerable. They've been through so much and the only thing they don't want to happen is to be hated by you. After finding out that they were pranked, you feel a little guilty about what happened so you promise not to do it again. (Yeah, Katai will surely get caught by them and the punishment is hanging upside down, poor this guy).

Atsushi, Poe, Sigma: Crying, a lot

Tears begin to fall, they are quite fragile, and they will apologize for making you hate them. They will cry louder when they know you're just playing a prank, they're not crying because they were pranked but they're crying in happiness because it's just a lie. The guilt is overwhelming and you have to coax them all day.

Kunikida, Odasaku: Staring at you

They're just staring at you, their brains running a constant stream of thoughts looking for a reason for this. If they continue to be like this for many days, they will not be able to concentrate at work or even stop eating. After finding out about the prank, they begin to feel lighter in their hearts and beg you not to do it again.

Chuuya, Akutagawa: Immediately destroy it.

They will never believe what they see because they know it is not true. The machine was pitifully destroyed and it looked like a piece of garbage. After destroying it, they are proud to have made the right decision: "never put too much faith in technology"

Fitzgerald: Buy a new one

This man is extremely rich. He will give you another one until he gets the result he wants, even if you say it's a prank.

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dog x reader #bungou stray dogs fukuzawa #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa yukichi #dazai x reader #ranpo x reader #mori x reader #fyodor x reader #hirotsu x reader #mushitaro x reader #ango x reader #kunikida x reader #odasaku x reader #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #fitzgerald x reader #fukuzawa x reader

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crappymixtape · 2 months

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because of you • part three

PART I • PART II • PART IV • PART V // REQUEST -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 3.1k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T T H R E E 🎶 thick skull ( re: julien baker ), paramore ft. julien baker

❝ GOOD GIRLS DON’T CRY & GOOD GIRLS DON’T LIE & GOOD GIRLS JUSTIFY BUT I DON’T ❞

“Think she’s okay?”

“Shh!”

“What? No way she can hear us back here.”

“Dustin, ‘back here’ is literally a seat behind her.”

Sat quietly at a table seat in the Winnebago, Eddie looking on worriedly across from you, you were still grappling with the fact that you were alive. That you didn’t die. That you were breathing fresh air and free from the dark and free from Him.

For now.

And as the RV bumped down the road out of Hawkins you said nothing. Felt Steve’s eyes on you constantly as he glanced at you in the rearview. Eddie’s hand still holding tight to yours after he helped you up, afraid to lose you again. Dustin and Lucas and Max all talking in not-so-hushed voices behind you about what it all meant and if El could get back in time and was this all gonna be enough?

Voice thick and choked by the sobs that had felt endless, you’d managed to tell everyone what Vecna had showed you. Told them about Hawkins, about the monsters, about your family, about them. Eddie, Robin, Nancy Steve. And no one had said anything at first. The sounds of your cries filling up the RV. Stark against the silence and heavy with the weight of your words and they knew before you’d even opened your mouth that it was going to be bad.

Of course they knew.

But now that Vecna had revealed his master plan, the efforts you were all making just felt hopeless. The munitions stuffed under the bench seats and closets and cabinets, all puny and worthless against Vecna and his army of nightmares.

A big bump in the road brought you out of your thoughts and when you glanced up your eyes met Steve’s as he snuck another look in the rear view. And instead of glaring, instead of flipping him the bird, you looked right back. Held his gaze for moment longer and he didn’t shy away until he came up on a turn-off.

“Alright, shitheads. We’re here.”

“Here?” Lucas asked, more than confused at the thick forest Steve was now driving you all through.

“Yeah, this is it.”

And as the trees slowly thinned out, thick grass and wildflower blooms took their place. Creeping out ahead of you to reveal a meadow, wide and green and lush. A haven that felt so very far away, felt safe, and as Steve parked and the engine quieted you let out the breath you’d been holding.

❝ MAYBE IF YOU JUST GOT SOME GUTS WE’D KILL ‘EM WITH A THOUSAND CUTS AND SAY WE DID IT OUT OF LOVE ❞

Everyone piled out of the RV and got after their tasks. Pretended like preparing for the end of the world was totally normal and routine. Nancy and Robin sawing off the end of a shotgun. Lucas and Erica attempting to make spears from tactical knives and broom handles. Eddie and Dustin shoving each other around in the grass with their garbage can lids full of nails at their feet and none of it instilled you with confidence, but Dustin screaming No wedgies! did manage to pull a little smile out of you.

And for a split second it felt okay.

Laughter, the sound of birds, the feeling of the wind on your bare skin and all the green around you – so unlike the cracked and bitter feeling in the Upside Down and then your smile fell.

You wished He hadn’t shown you.

Wished Vecna had just left you alone. Wished for just a moment that you hadn’t gone to Max’s trailer and put yourself in the middle of all this, but then Eddie grabbed Dustin in a big bear hug and your chest squeezed.

Your best friend.

The reason why you had gone to Max’s trailer.

The reason why you weren’t going to run.

The reason this was all worth it.

“Ah, shit.”

Sat next to you, Steve sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. The funnel in your hands slipping as you lost focus and liquid trickled down your hands and wrists.

“Hold it still,” Steve quickly tipped back his can of kerosene and set it down to grab a piece of ripped towel.

A string of curses were muttered under your breath, so much for homemade molotov cocktails.

Cheeks burning with embarrassment you went to wipe your hands on your sweater, but when you looked back up at Steve he was looking too. Eyes searching yours, unsure and tentative. Moles dotting along his cheeks and jaw like tiny constellations. Skin gold like it held summer and when you blinked away the haze of him, you realized he was reaching out to you.

“Here, get that off so it doesn’t burn,” he said a little softer. Cloth in one hand, he took yours in the other and wiped at the kerosene.

Oh, fell from your lips. Surprised. Unsure. Your skin buzzing where he touched you and you swallowed thick as you felt your pulse flutter against your neck.

“Uh–here, you can get the rest,” Steve said quickly, like he’d felt it too and hastily passed the cloth off to you, dropping your hand to wipe his on his jeans.

“Thanks,” you mumbled back.

It was quiet for a moment as he cleared his throat and picked up his can of kerosene again. You followed suit and grabbed your empty vodka bottle and funnel. Wordlessly he leaned over to hold your hand in his and once it was steady began pouring again, eyes flicking over to look at you.

“I’m an asshole,” he suddenly admitted, breaking the silence, and you had to focus really hard to not fumble the bottle again.

“I didn’t say it,” you started and he chuckled under his breath. A low, warm thing that made the air around you fizzle and crack like bonfires down at the quarry.

“Didn’t say you did,” he gently pushed back, lips still tugged up into a small, wry smile, but it faded the longer he looked at you. “Listen. I know we aren’t…well, I know I don’t have a great track record,” he said and the change in his tone surprised you. Told you he was serious and you had to look away to try to gather yourself back up again.

"No, really?" you said, all sarcasm, and he huffed another laugh.

“Hah hah,” he joked, weakly at first, and then his expression shifted more serious. “I just wanted to say that…well, that you have every right to be here it’s just–” the boy hummed around his words. Dropped his gaze down to where your hands met on the kerosene filled vodka bottle and put the can on the ground.

Talking to you like this, showing weakness and vulnerability, made him feel so exposed. Uncomfortable. Unable to find the right words and his tongue jammed into his cheek as he tried to decide just how honest he wanted to be.

With you.

“It’s just–everything about the Upside Down wants to kill you and it’s like–” he sighed heavy and carded a hand through his already messy hair. “I dunno. How many more people have to die? You know?” and then he was looking at you again. Really looking, really asking, and for a second it made you doubt everything you felt about him.

Jock. Asshole. King Steve.

No second chances, remember?

“Can I ask you something?” you heard yourself say and you could feel the muddled mixture of nerves and frustration and anticipation buzzing under your skin. Everything you’d been holding onto all this time pent up and pushing against the wall you’d built around it. Waiting waiting waiting for you to set it loose.

“Oh–sure, yeah.”

“Why are you really here?”

Steve’s eyes grew wide and he sat back on his milk crate, hands squeezing at the tops of his thighs.

“Why am I here?”

“Yeah. Do you really care about Eddie?”

Steve’s eyes darted back over to where Eddie and Dustin were hammering more nails into their garbage can lids and maybe you were impatient or maybe Steve was stalling, but you didn’t want to wait.

“Cos you didn’t care about him before.”

“B-before? I don’t–what d'you mean–”

Steve was stumbling over himself now, struggling to own the words you put on him and frustration grew warm in your chest, but you tried hard to swallow it down. Tried hard to let him prove Eddie’s theory of change.

“High school, Harrington,” you started, trying to keep your tone even and calm. “Yelled at us in the quad? Tossed people’s books in the hallway? Threw fries at us in the cafeteria.” You paused, debated whether or not you wanted to tack more on, and then you thought of Tommy and it came out all on its own, “Let your friends say really shitty things to me.”

Steve’s gaze dropped down to his feet and he didn’t say anything at first, not a word, and you kicked yourself for even bothering to think he’d be able to handle it. Of course he couldn’t.

“You know what–nevermind,” you mumbled, capping your bottle and moving to stand, but his hand grabbed yours and pulled you back down onto your milk crate.

“Wait. Please?”

And the way he was looking at you was pained, the pinch between his brows deep, and it made you pause. Was Eddie right? The way Steve cared for these kids, for your best friend, showed clearly something had shifted in him, but was it enough?

“Wait for what, Harrington? So you can show me things are different now?” your voice was softer, but hurt, “Because Eddie swears you’ve changed, but you still sound just like Tommy.”

The mention of his ex-best friend felt like getting the wind knocked out of him. He knew Tommy was wrong now. Hell, he knew it back then too. Knew how fucked up it'd been in the parking lot at the school, but he hadn’t had the guts to say anything. Couldn’t stand up to him or tell him off because he ‘had a reputation to uphold’ and what would everyone else say if he went ‘soft on a freak’?

“I–I know. I fucked up. I get it and I don’t know how I can prove it to you, but–” he started truthfully, hand still holding yours, thumb shifting softly against your palm, “–but I am. Really sorry.”

Really sorry.

Finally. After all those years. After everything he’d said and done, but sorry didn’t fix it. Or take any of it back. Was it too late?

Reluctantly you pulled your hand away from Steve’s, his fingers flexing as they fell away from yours, wanting to hold on just a little bit longer but you weren’t ready.

“You know that doesn’t fix it, right?” you said quietly, glancing up at Steve through the long sweep of your lashes and guilt settled heavy over him.

He knew it didn’t fix it. Knew all too well that words didn’t mean shit, but he would be the first to admit he was a slow learner. Crawl before you walk. Hit your head and maybe something will suddenly make sense and when it came to you? Vecna had been like a sucker punch.

You were strong-willed. Didn’t take shit lying down. Were fiercely loyal to your best friend and just wanted to try to help and it had taken Steve a minute to realize – in your eyes he was still bullshit, but he didn’t want to be. It wasn’t going to be easy, not in the least, but just like you he wanted to try.

“I know it doesn’t fix it.”

His eyes squeezed shut so he didn’t have to look at you. Tried to make it easier on himself as he pushed through the discomfort of taking responsibility for his actions. Tongue running along his bottom lip, just like it always did when his brain was working overtime, he finally looked back up at you.

“I’m not asking you for forgiveness or–or to be my friend or anything. I just want you know I really am sorry. For all of it. Okay?”

Sitting there so close to him, your hands inches away from touching, holding each other’s gaze as you listened to the words falling from his lips in sincerity – it was almost too much. The wall you’d built around yourself cracking and straining against this new feeling that had settled in your chest, but the words wouldn’t come to you as your lips parted and you tried and pull yourself together but–

“Dammit, Eddie, no wedgies!”

Dustin’s voice cut through the silence that had settled and Steve reflexively sat up. Pushed himself away from whatever it was you’d waded into together. Away from sorry and the feeling of your hands pressed together and the look you gave him through the long sweep of your lashes and the way you made his heart race. Turned away from you and played it off.

“Hey! Less dicking around, more putting shit together!” he yelled at Dustin and Eddie flipped him off without looking.

“Like you’re doing anything important, big boy!” Eddie hollered back and the way it made Steve’s cheeks grow pink made your lips twitch with a smile you had to work hard to hold back.

“Shut up,” Steve muttered at Eddie, but mostly to himself, and stood from his milk crate to put your filled vodka bottle into the box with the rest.

You watched quietly as he placed the last bottle in and folded the cardboard shut. Muscles tensing and pulling taut as he worked, moving against the fabric of his shirt and you quickly looked away for fear of being caught.

Then your eye caught his nail covered bat tipped against side of the Winnebago and the threat of the Upside Down and all its nasties wrapped around you tight like a vice.

Oh.

Right.

The end of the world.

Just a few yards away Nancy pulled the trigger on her shotgun, the sound making you flinch, and it hit you like a ton of bricks – you had absolutely no clue how to defend yourself against this. Against Him. Against an army from hell. You knew how to throw a punch and knee someone in the crotch and you’d always had an arm on you from playing volleyball, but none of that had anything to do with monsters. Or guns. Or nail covered bats.

“Uhm–” came out mumbled, more sound than word, and it pulled Steve’s attention up from the box.

“What’s that?”

“Can you–er–would you maybe show me how to swing that?” you asked and it made him turn to face you, giving you his full attention.

“What?”

Your cheeks grew hot.

“That bat,” you said shifting uncomfortably on your crate, “I don’t think–I can't shoot a gun.”

Steve’s expression softened as he remembered what it'd felt like the first time he saw a demogorgon. The first time he swung that very bat into the side of a demodog. The first time this world had been exposed to him and he knew how overwhelming and absolutely crazy it all felt.

Grabbing the bat in his hand he gave you a small smile and took the few steps back over to you.

“Sure. It’s not too hard. You know, just aim and swing.”

“Just aim and swing?” your tone was flat, all skeptics, a defensive move against his kindness and it made him chuckle.

“Well, there’s probably more to it than that, but those stupid bats are thick enough when they swarm it’d be hard for anyone to miss.”

Your eyes grew wide at the thought of swarming bats and it made him laugh again, a half-grimace pulling at his features.

“Shit, sorry. Uh–here,” readjusting his grip he bent his knees a bit and dug his heel into the ground. “Just make sure you get a wide stance, yeah? Like, hip width apart? And don’t be afraid to choke up on your hold. It’ll make your swings hit harder.”

He swung the bat and the sound it made as it cut through the air made your breath catch in your throat.

“Wanna try?” the boy held the crude weapon out to you and you swallowed thick. Stood up from your own milk crate and tentatively took it from him.

It was heavy in your hands, heavier than you thought it’d be, but smooth. You did as he said and slid your hands up a little further on the handle and tried a swing, but threw yourself off balance and stumbled forward.

“Ah, that’s okay. Here, uh–” Steve stepped in behind you and placed his hands over yours on the bat, “–try again, but follow through with your hip. Your grip’s good, just don’t throw your full weight forward.”

The warmth of his chest on your back made your cheeks burn again. Made your heart race. Hammering against your ribcage as he slowly took you through the motion again.

“Then when you get to the end of the swing, follow with your hip," his voice was much quieter over your shoulder, words falling into your ear and making you dizzy as he tried so damn hard to keep his focus. Placed a hand on your waist to guide it and toed your foot forward with his shoe as he took a step. “See?”

“Yeah,” was all you could manage, the feeling of his breath on your neck trailing goosebumps across your skin and you couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help the way the closeness of him pulled your gaze and when you looked up he was looking too.

“Does that–uh–did that make sense?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper and you nodded. A small thing that barely registered and he was so close now. Close enough his nose nearly brushed your cheek, getting closer by the second and–

“Harrington! Where are those bottles? I gotta get ‘em loaded up!” Eddie yelled from the other side of the RV and the space between you shattered. Both of you stepping away as though you’d touched a hot stove and you pressed the bat into Steve’s hands.

“Should probably get ready,” you muttered and he nodded, cleared his throat and took two big steps back to set the bat down.

“Coming!” Steve called back as he scooped up the box of molotov cocktails, bottles clinking against each other as he walked away and disappeared around the corner of the RV.

King Steve turned Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington turned something else.

Something more.

Something you thought you’d written off.

Something that held you so tightly now it made you want to run, but at the back of your mind, somewhere soft and warm, you couldn’t help wondering what might happen if you didn’t.

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART THREE OF A – POSSIBLY – FIVE PART SERIES, PART FOUR AND FIVE TO COME SOON ]

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ddejavvu · 10 months

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So I had long hair for the last two year and recently cut it too a 90s lob type thing and I was wondering if you could write one were Jake and reader have eniemes type shit and of course reader has long hair and one day Jake comes to the bar and sees this back of this girl he knows is beautiful she has short hair and he walks up too you and start to filrt with you and you turn around he just star struck on how beautiful you look

If there's one thing you can be sure Jake Seresin will tease you about, it's your hair. You've had it long for years now, and he won't let anyone forget that he was the one to give you your, quite frankly infuriating, callsign; Rapunzel.

Living in close contact with Hangman had meant that a lot of your hair wound up all over his things, stuck to his shirt, woven into his socks after a wash, somehow lining the inside of his own helmet. So he'd donned you Rapunzel as a tease, and it had stuck, much to your dismay.

Now, though, you know you'll never escape the name even though you've chopped off the hair. It had simply been a pain serving with long hair, you'd had trouble tucking it into your helmet every day and the regulation buns never stayed in tact for an entire day. So off the hair went, onto the floor of a salon and swept away into the garbage.

Good Riddance.

"You want a new drink for your new look?" Penny grins, leaning against the bar to stare you down. You won't lie, you see exactly why Maverick is so enamored by her.

"No, thanks. Just the usual," You tuck a stray, very short strand of hair behind your ears, marveling at the feeling of the ends tickling your jaw. It's going to take some getting used to, at the very least.

"Anyone know yet?" She hands you your usual order, and you sip it while shaking your head.

"Nah. Not unless you count the Admiral, I had to stop by his office today."

"Well, it looks adorable. I'm sure they'll all like it." She smiles, patting you on the shoulder as someone calls for her from behind. She leaves you to go attend to them, and you check your phone absentmindedly, careful to keep it off of the bar.

Perhaps if you'd been paying closer attention to your surroundings, you would have registered the heavy steps of Hangman's boots that you hear all day. He stomps around like an elephant, but you don't hear him approach you from behind until he's speaking.

"Well, you must be a new face around here. I'd remember such gorgeous hair."

He's behind you, and your spine stiffens at his voice. His familiar drawl ties your stomach into knots, and you don't know how to stop him before he's doubling down.

"Now, look at that! Your face is just as- ah!" He stops dead in his tracks, eyes switching from sleazy to stunned in a split second when he finally gets a glimpse of you.

"Oh, Hangman," You grumble, "Can't you flirt with someone else?"

"You're- What happened to- I didn't know it was you!" He insists, "I- you cut your hair? Like- like all of it? Just- gone?"

"No," You antagonize him, "It's in my pockets. Yes it's gone, idiot!"

His eyes widen slightly at your admission, like he'd truly believed you'd just put on a wig for the night. But he makes no move to leave, a deep breath slowly fanning out from his nose.

For the first time in your life, you're seeing Hangman speechless. He's staring at you, almost studying you in the way that his wide eyes rake over your features. You're suddenly freaked by the prolonged attention he's never given you before, and you squirm in place.

"Go find someone else to schmooze." You wave a dismissive hand at him, and it seems to break his trance. He still doesn't jump at the opportunity to prowl the bar some more; instead he jumps at the seat beside you.

"I'm alright. 'Think I'll sit tonight out." He informs you, grunting as he settles on the barstool. He pats a quick hand on the par, "Penny, anyone paying the tab tonight?"

"Not unless Y/N puts her phone on the bar," Penny eyes your device with narrowed eyes, and you stuff it into your pocket quickly.

"Damn. Tough luck," He side-eyes you with a grin, "Just a beer, then, please."

No matter how unbearably cocky he is, he's always polite to Penny, and you're sure she appreciates it. That's why she doesn't gripe at his failed flirting attempt with you, merely sending you a knowing glance as she hands him the bottle. What she knows, you're afraid to find out.

"So, just felt like having a lighter cut?" Hangman hums, adam's apple bobbing as he takes a swig of beer.

"Yeah. Tired of stuffing it into my helmet, or having to fix it during an exercise." You shrug, "I'll get used to it."

"I could, too. Looks real nice, honey." He winks, hiding his smirk with another sip of booze. You turn away, schooling your lips into a neutral expression.

"Seems like I should come up with a new name for you, now that you can't really let down your hair." Jake muses, reaching up to tug at a strand by your ear. You swat him away, muscling a grin off of your lips.

"Bob's taken," You snap, "You've done enough, 'already hate Rapunzel as it is."

"Oh, bitch all you want," Jake scoffs, nudging you with his shoulder that you wish were less broad so that you didn't have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop your mouth from falling open, "I know you like it when I call you a princess."

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circeyoru · 2 months

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Surprise, Surprise, I’m Here to Watch = Requested

[Hazbin Hotel x 3 Powers Granted!Reader]

Did you think it was possible? No way. Did you embrace it? Oh yes baby

That random lamp you ordered off the internet to fill your cart to get some discount was not garbage. 3 wishes. Anything. Oh, you didn’t want immortality, no, living is a pain. Wealth, you’re not putting a target on your back. Perfect health, that’s like immortality, so no. More wishes, come on, don’t think you can lie your way with this. Don’t be greedy

“First one. Power to travel between universe, and I mean that as in non-fiction and fictional worlds. Second one. Shapeshifting powers, like I don’t want the pain that comes along as well if you can. Third one. Uhhh. Perfect stealth? Like no one will be able to know I’m here until I let them.”

“Are you sure you want to use all your wishes in one-go? I’ll be gone once it’s granted.” The genie blinked at the swiftness. Usually people would think forever or save them up for extreme cases

“Yeah, yeah, hurry up and grant me my wishes. I don’t imagine you like to entertain me for long anyways.” You waved the genie off and in a poof and a snap (should have been “A wap! Bam! Boom! Alakazam!”) you were granted those exact powers

Now being a hardcore shut-in addicted to all things fiction, you tested out your powers first to see if you were dreaming. Then you trained yourself a bit with them and tested their limits. In the meantime, you debated on which universe to go to officially. “Has to be Hazbin Hotel.”

You were obsessed, like majorly obsessed with the show. The moment news came about season 1, you prepared yourself and watched them first thing! You watched more than once, having to remember the lines and songs by heart. Nothing beats watching it unfold in real life or fiction life

Maybe it was because you were kind to the genie (being quick about your wishes) that when you traveled to other universes, time in the real world, your world stops until you’re back. You thanked the genie mentally and honest feel a bit guilty that you shooed them off so quickly. But you’ll make it up with fully using your powers

You figured out everything, a demon and angel form (check the ask) and when to go. You did like Lucifer’s entrance to the show. So why not episode 5? You snapped your fingers, opening a portal before you. You closed your eyes to imagine your demon form, a ring appeared over the top of your head and travelled down, shifting your form to what you pleased. Then you got your bag with your phone and charger and you were ready!

You activated your stealth before entering. Like some fanfiction written about the environment, it was that horrid. If you were in human form, you think you’d die like not even pass out but straight up die from inhaling whatever was in the air. You don’t think any human can survive a second here

Like when traveling to other universes, you weren’t where you wanted and have to travel around. You went straight for the Happy (Hazbin) Hotel, noting the various shops and demons around you, taking out your phone, you recorded your way to mark down locations since this was no longer a fictional place the moment you entered

While you shapeshifted into a demon, you can die. Your body acted on the laws of your world no matter where you went. Your powers of shapeshifting gave you the physiology of a demon and maybe some common powers that other demons have. That was if you traveled to this world first, during your testing period, you went to other worlds and ended up with other powers, though they can’t compare to the ones the genie granted you, it was still power. You can confidentially say you weren’t human anymore

Humming with interest, you climbed into the hotel lobby through an open window so as not to alert the demons inside. Well, you didn’t even need to when you saw everyone preparing for Lucifer’s arrival. You looked up to see Alastor’s annoyed look as he observed the situation in silence. Everything was on track

Delightfully, you recorded everything on your phone, keeping quiet as best you could. Even more excited when you found out that Alastor could be captured on your phone. You followed the plotlines as it was intended, but you have to say witnessing Alastor threaten Husk into silence was more terrifying than you thought. You almost dropped your phone from your shaking hands

You were tempted to help Husk, but you decided against it and went to where Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer would be. You watched everything for there onwards. Since that balcony would be the perfect place to record Alastor’s Radio Demon show. But you made it down in time to see Lucifer agreeing to get that meeting with Heaven

Before you followed the couple to Heaven, since there was time, you lazed around town without your stealth active. You had the pleasure of testing your demonic powers and appearance. Sinners and demons alike were hooked, you happily showed them not to mess with you. Soon rumours came about saying a mysterious demon was cruelly killing any that dares to address you. Perhaps you should have kept things on the down low

That little hiccup didn’t stop you from following Charlie and Vaggie to Heaven, you went as far as to appear angelic with another form to travel around without your stealth. It was safer in Heaven after all. You having more wings allowed you easy access to the courthouse as well, you seated gracefully among the other angels and watched the scene untold like the script

You noticed the angelic beings near you start to eye you questionably as you recorded the scene below you without a care, even giggling and chuckling at some moment like you were watching a show. Thing is, it was a show, they all were characters of another’s creation and they didn’t even know it! Your odd actions were nothing compared to the drama happening

Proved that you were only noticed officially when the song came to its end and your giggles were heard out and clear. Your wings fluttered as you stood in front of Charlie and Vaggie, the two smaller wings by the side of your head covering your face

You elegantlly mocked aloud, targeting at Adam and Lute. “I always wondered why angels were given a free pass to everything, including the use of unholy words like a demon and committing action like a demon. Perhaps,” Your smaller wings parted for your golden eyes to stare and glare at Adam, “You are the one that belonged in Hell instead of that poor soul.”

Enraged, Adam sent you three back to Hell with the threat that he’d attack the hotel first. Your wings hid your face again the moment you three were back in the hotel lobby. As Charlie remember you being sent to Hell with them, she turned to you to apologize, only to find you in demon form. Her eyes confused as you turned to look at her. “No harm done, princess. I was never a soul in that place anyways. I had to say something to that piece of work known as the first man.”

Using their shocked and confused moment, you actived your stealth before they could question you anything else. You was fun to watch them fret over your disappearance like you were a child and they a parent, you stuck around since the battle was drawing closer. You’d follow the plotline to go into Charlie’s room, but she needed her privacy and you only went when Vaggie did

Later on, you went with Charlie to Cannibal Town. You wanted to see Rosie! The lovely demon that only officially made her debut much later. You had to record the song as well, though you missed Camilla’s sadly. You also took note of the VoxTech drone that watched the scene, you couldn’t help but shot it out of the sky with a rock

When the battle happened, you were away from Alastor in the beginning and helped out behind the scenes, shooting down exterminators that breached the ‘front line’ or threatened to harm/kill Rosie’s people. You (for the first time) didn’t record a moment since it was intense and you didn’t want to accidentally die or get hurt

You nudged Niffty in Adam’s direction when it was sprouting nonsense that you want jump out your skin for. Then you recorded the stab moment. A scene that many loved after the episode was aired. There was another that you watched, Lucifer’s comment before his and Adam’s ‘fight’ began. You honestly couldn’t hold yourself and laughed like you did when you rewatched the episode so many times

Then you were moving in the speed of light to record their final song. Even going to Alastor’s destroyed tower to get his part. And you rushed back to to hotel later to get the rest of it. You had one hell of a leg work and accidentially dropped your stealth due to tiredness

“You’re that demon that was angel but not!” You heard Angel’s voice shouted and saw his four arms pointed at you.

“Yeah, I have a name, so…” You trailed off, wanting to not be in the spotlight, you’re honestly scared to be involve because the later seasons were not released and you didn’t want anything to be affected. “Bye?”

“No way! We’re celebrating with us!” Charlie quickly wrapped her arm to hook one of yours, Vaggie followed and stood on your other side as her girlfriend continued, “Don’t think I didn’t notice some exterminators falling and dying for no reason!”

Yeah, people saying Charlie was more powerful than she led on was right on the money, even in that chaotic scene she noticed your involvement

You sighed and gave in, no turning back now, “Fine. Fine. I guess I deserve some celebration too.”

Note: I’ll be completely honest, this one, I had no idea how to write. Plus it was different from what I usually write. This is more like a Reader Insert than anything. Hope you enjoyed it though!

Circe Y.

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riverbutghost · 4 months

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Drunk In Love

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader

Trope: ❛ people get hurt if they get too close to me. ❜

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluffy in the end, getting shot, military stuff etc.

since non of ya’ll send requests, I did a request for myself💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺💃

You were scared. Your heart was beating so hard that you could hear the sound of it.

“Sir, I need to speak with you.”

Your voice cracked at the end, making Ghost spin around in his chair. His eyes looked tired and distant, his desk was full of papers.

“Is it urgent? I’m kinda busy right now,”

There was a lump forming in your throat. Since that day, he didn’t speak to you for even a second. He was cold, distant. You saw him from a far only.

One time, you were back on your feet and wanted to match with him on your first practice after… yeah.

And he said you were weak, you looked weak and he chose another rookie to train with.

You remembered feeling so exhausted after the training, your head swaying and your ribs aching after getting an accidental punch to your side. Gaz apologized profusely, but you didn’t mind it.

Ghost was the one who minded it, though.

He gave Gaz a hard punishment, he made you go to the nurse and never train again for two weeks. You cried a little that day, you felt like a garbage after all. Like a toddler who was always in trouble.

“Uhm,”

He sighed and turned around, leaving you all hurt and confused again.

“I don’t have time for this.”

You sucked your bottom lip, feeling every ounce of pain from his words.

You got out, your mood souring immediately.

“Ghost, let them look.”

Price’ voice was gentle, like he was trying not to scare the animal.

His whole body trembled as the doctors forcefully took you out of his arms, your body weak and eyes shut as they hurriedly took care of your wounds.

He couldn’t help the twitch of his hands, his mind wandering off to things that made him choke on his spit.

He still got nauseous from that day. You were bleeding in his arms, your bright and shiny eyes were closed and your heartbeat was slow.

He gripped the pen tightly, his breathing slowly getting worse.

“fuck..”

He mumbled and got up, taking his mask off and locking the door.

He started breathing in and out, the tightness in his lungs started fading away.

“Hey lass, why you lookin’ like that?”

Soap pointed to his face as he sat down next to you.

“Your fuckin’ lieutenant is giving me a massive headache!”

Soap looked as shocked as you were at your outburst.

“Uhmm, well Gaz is calling for me,”

He got up and sprinted out of the room, making you feel a lot worse than before. Nobody wanted you. You were going to ugly cry.

You didn’t want to cry but it was hard to hold the tears.

“Sergeant, in my room. Now.”

As tears gathered in your eyes, you heard your stone faced lieutenant’s voice. No, you wanted to say. But he was your superior.

You shakily got up and turned around. He didn’t even wait for you.

With quick and steady steps, you knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

Without making eye contact, you sat down on the chair.

“Yes sir?”

Simon inspected you, the redness of your eyes and the puffiness of your mouth.

“You cried.”

A shocking wave swept through your body, a gasp left your mouth.

“No-“

“Don’t lie to me, soldier. Why did you cry? Who, made you cry?”

You wanted to laugh, the audacity of this man.

“You did.”

Simon’s face hardened with the way you looked at him, so sharp and beautiful.

“Did my words hurt you?”

Your gaze fell to your lap. Simon felt his chest tighten as he saw a tear forming on your eye.

“I apologize. You have to understand that I am your lieutenant, you can’t get hurt by my words.”

You shook your head.

“You changed, Simon.”

Simon clenched his jaw, a weird feeling crushed down on his chest.

He whispered your name.

“I don’t want this.”

He shook his head, a panicked breath leaving his mouth.

“Whatever you’re thinking will never happen. You and I both know that, love.”

You licked your lips and his attention was drawn on you.

“No, all i know is that I want you.”

Simon sighed, suddenly feeling too hot under the mask.

“I don’t.”

A sharp pain formed in your belly, feeling like a fool all of a sudden.

“Tell me, Simon. Spit it on my face, do you want me? If you don’t, I’ll never speak to you other than business. I promise.”

Simon thought for a moment. Did he really want you gone? No, he needed you to be healthy after that day. But he could still look at you from far away, he wanted that right?

“People get hurt if they get too close to me.”

Your face softened, realizing that this was hard for him. When you opened your mouth to soothe him he cut you off.

“Fuck it, I do want you. In my arms, bed, everywhere.”

Relief washed over you. Simon suddenly stood up, taking his mask off. You saw his face before but this time, it felt more intimate.

You got up as well, taking slow steps towards him.

“Kiss me, then.”

Simon’s throat bobbled as he swallowed his nerves. His hands shot out to hold your body against his as he pressed his scarred lips against yours, feeling the soft warmth of them.

He still wasn’t sure of whatever you two were beginning to do, but he realized that he was too old and life was too short. He kissed you deeply, like a hungry wolf, memorizing the way your lips felt against his.

You moaned as his hand went up to your breasts, gasping at his sudden change of behavior.

Let’s say that, Simon and you had the other day sleeping in.

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