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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 2 months

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Suspicious.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader.

Gaz and you were friends during your childhood and teenage years, such a surprise when you find him out of the building where you're working.

PT2

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, maybe is not good enough but I had the idea stuck in my head.

You were late, just at the worst time your car decided to not work, the bus was late too, the subway was having electric problems, you were running through the town, you changed your clothes in a public bathroom close to the building where you will be working.

You're wearing black, you have a gun and pocket knives, some tissues and more, just in case something goes wrong, suddenly, someone collided with you.

- Fuck! Look where you're going asshole!

You started to pick your notebooks, laptop, ipad, cellphone and all the stuff you had on your hands without looking at the stranger who decided to make your day more difficult.

- Y/N?

That voice...

You looked up, is he...? No, there's no way but... Those brown eyes, that black hair, that smile... He kneeled down to help you without leaving eye contact, you're still shocked, you could expect anyone else but him.

- Garrick? Kyle Garrick?

- Yeah! The legend.

You laughed, both stood up and he handed you all the rest of your things.

- Oh my god! Years without seeing or knowing something about you man!

- I Know, I was going to say the same!

- Look at you! Oh lord! You look amazing, you look pretty much better than I remember.

- I always was attractive, I'm just like the Wine, Y/n

- ha-ha! If you say so!

- Where you were going?

You realized you were going somewhere and you were going late.

- holy shit! I have to... Oh... I actually... This is where I was going.

You pointed at the building in front of you, Kyle looked at you and then the building.

- Do you work here?

- Ah... Yeah! I... I do, home office but today they asked me to come, it's an emergency or something.

- What's your job here Y/n?

- oh, you know, I always was a nerd, computers, operative system, security and technologies.

- oh right! I remember my grades at the end of school were magically fixed, thanks to you!

- Yes, my first time hacking something, the system at school, was really funny!

You were so happy to see Kyle, you and him were good friends when you were young, you remember the afternoons after school wasting time at the park, or the lake, parties with your brother's friends, Kyle and you always causing troubles, always side by side, life was good.

- What about you Garrick, I lost your steps after our last summer...

- I joined the army. I shouldn't say it loud but I'm working right now actually

- Ohh, well...You always loved the adrenaline...

- I know, it made me well, I'm working all the time and sometimes I want to take a break but... I love my job, I can't complain.

-Same, ahhh I... I still remember that last summer, you know?

You're not lying, you remember every moment of that last summer, you remember the last time you saw him, things stayed in the air, you wanted to talk about what happened But welcome back to reality, your smartwatch alarm remembered that you needed to run.

- Fuck, fuck... Sorry, Kyle has been a nice moment and I would love to keep talking but I have to go, ok? I'll see you... Around I hope!

- For sure...

You didn't give him time to finish, you ran to the building, nobody paid attention to you, no one noticed the cameras stopped to work, and no one asked you to show your credentials. You took the elevator to the penultimate floor. As soon as you arrived you walked directly to the first door, "Security systems", as you supposed, there's a numeric keypad block.

Easy, you already have that information, you hacked a part of the system. «5-8-9-6-2-7» «access granted».

You took a seat and started to work, all the information from this company was now in your hands inside an external hard drive. You made a call.

- Sir, I have the information you requested, send the money and my transport.

- Well done darling, the transport is on the way. Go to the building's roof, you will find a parachute, use it... Oh! And don't forget to do the other thing, a car will be waiting for you near to the park.

You've been doing this for years, you're a hacker, working in a private company "les hiboux" (the owls). You don't care about the information You're taking, you only care about the payment.

You never had troubles, but, as today you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, troubles were on the way.

Kyle was actually saying the truth, he was working, him and the boys were trying to find the person who had been hacking and selling important information, he was still waiting for someone suspicious.

- Gaz. Who was that?

- Just an old friend Soap. Focus.

- Well, your friend works in that building, casually works with the security...

- I know, I heard it too Ghost.

-And Is the only one who got inside since we arrived.

- Yes, so what?

- Gaz... What if your friend is the person we're trying to capture?

The Captain's question woke Up Kyle's curiosity, he started to repeat inside his head every second of the conversation, you weren't wearing clothes for a job In a company like that, you brought a lot of things with you, every pocket in your clothes looked suspiciously full of stuff, you didn't know where exactly the building was located, you weren't specific about your job in the place. Everything was suspicious.

Kyle finally realized, you're definitely suspicious, he ran inside the building.

- Kyle! Wait!

- Cap, you're right, we have to capture now!

Each one started to work on his part of the plan, Kyle was on the elevator, when he arrived at the floor he only saw you coming out of the room, you had a bottle on your hand, he knew perfectly what it was, a Molotov.

- Y/N Put that thing down, now!

You looked at him, panicked, you really weren't expecting Kyle pointing at you with a gun. You threw the Molotov away, specifically to the security room and ran, Kyle was running behind you.

- Captain, evacuate everybody! There's fire!

- Copy! Soap, come with me, Ghost do you have visibility?

- on the way!

- Good visibility, the target it's running to the roof, I request permission to shoot.

- Do it if it's necessary, Gaz, go for the target, we don't want to hurt or kill it!

- Copy!

You ran and opened the door, you locked it with the first object you saw close to you, and as your boss promised, a parachute was waiting for you, you were putting it on you when you heard someone trying to open the door, you were distracted looking at the door when a Bullet passed close enough to your cheek, cutting you.

«Y/N! Open the fuckin' door, they will shoot you, I can protect you, open it, let's talk about this! For the old times!»

- I'm so sorry Kyle, this is my Job and is more important than what happened in the past.

Bullets were running in every direction, they didn't want to hurt you, but you know if you stay and don't complete the task, you will be dead before the sunset.

«Y/N! Please! We can fix this! Do it, for that last summer kiss!»

You were now ready to jump... Kyle opened the door, now he's in front of you, you stopped, for a second that memory of your kiss popped up, a thousand of "what if" invaded you, you considered to stay, two other men appeared behind Kyle. No, you will not lose your head just for an old summer love, the sirens of the fire truck, alarms, and the ringtone of your phone brought you back.

- Bye, Kyle Garrick.

You simply jumped, Kyle ran trying to catch you, but the only thing he did, was see your parachute opening and taking you away. Price and Soap appeared at his side, now all of them are watching you landing not so far, you're running trying to lose yourself in the traffic.

- won't go further, let's go guys!

Kyle didn't even know how he went back to the streets, one second he was on the roof and the next one he was running on the streets looking for you, the world was spinning faster, how could you? Kyle was feeling sick, his friend from childhood and teenage years was now a criminal, his first love, was now escaping from him.

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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hey emmy, i hope you’re having the best day!

maybe a blurb about modern!eddie being forced to go to a taylor swift concert with reader, even though it doesn’t fit his super cool, edgy, metal vibe?

love all your work, smooches

You knew that the majority of the crowd was made up of girls. Screaming girls, actually. Dressed in glitter and sequins, red lipstick and hidden wine bottles in their platform boots. But Eddie seemed enraptured by it all, sticking out like a pretty sore thumb in the chaos of it, all shades of black in a sea of colour.

He held your hand with a renewed tightness, clinging to you tightly as you manoeuvred you both into a position where you could see the stage, but you weren’t crushed between eager fans. The arena was already filling up, the overhead music barely noticeable under the din of a thousand conversations. The girl next to you was already crying, mascara streaked, tiny gold stars leaking down her cheeks. Eddie was staring.

“Hey, stop,” you told him, nudging at his ribs with your elbow. “You’re being rude.”

“I’m concerned,” he said in response, leaning down to talk into your ear, his lips just touching the shell of it, his hand curled over your hip bone. “I knew this would be mental, but this— this is unreal.”

You sympathised, taking in his wide eyes and parted lips as he surveyed the crowd, groups of friends making tiktoks on the outskirts, people screaming at the sound guys on stage, asking the man who was fixing a lighting rig where Taylor was.

“Thank you,” you said for the eighteenth time that day, “for coming with me, you didn’t have to.” You smiled, warm and fond. “I appreciate it, Eddie.”

Nancy had been struck down with a sickness bug only hours before you were due to meet her in town, both of you planning to grab some food before jumping on the subway to the arena. She’d apologised profusely between throwing up, her texts littered with rare spelling errors as her hands shook with the fever that had come on so quickly.

Robin was adamant about looking after Nancy, Jonathan was out of town with Argyle, Steve laughed and said absolutely not and Max was on holiday with El and Hopper, some camping trip in the middle of god knows where. You didn’t ask the boys, you didn’t want to waste your breath. And then Eddie texted you, with a screenshot from Robin telling him his friend needed a date along with the words: “what time will I pick you up? :)”

The boy shrugged, smiling right back. “Couldn’t have you all alone.”

You made a face, because although you wouldn’t have loved standing on your own for a concert you’d paid far too much money for… you knew this wasn’t Eddie’s kinda scene. You told him as such and he grinned, nose scrunching as he avoided the eye contact of a girl who was taking way too much interest in him

“S’fine,” he said, “I know some songs, I can scream along.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised your brows, amused.

Eddie scoffed, shuffling closer as more people filled up the floor space, edging towards the stage. “You kiddin’? A little Lover? Anti-hero? I’m down with the kids.”

A crowd of newcomers surged past you as you laughed and you winced as your shoulder got knocked by someone’s bag, no doubt crammed with glass bottles of the alcohol they weren’t supposed to have. Eddie tutted, taking you gently by your wrist until he coaxed you to stand in front of him, your back to his chest. You felt a little more safe there, his solid warmth a protective wall behind you. His hands ghosted over the dip in your waist before they dropped again, like he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

You looked up, head on his chest and you grinned your appreciation.

The boy looked like he was blushing, cheeks a little pink and lips twisted to his the smile that was threatening to break out. Despite the leather jacket, the ripped denim and all the chains, Eddie Munson still looked like the softest boy there.

“Can you see okay?” He asked, bending down to you again so you could hear. He smelled like the aftershave he always wore, like smoke and spice. “You good?”

You nodded, pleased at his closeness, all the attention he was giving you and god, this was starting to feel a little more like a date, despite the other few thousand people around you both. “Yeah, I’m all good.”

Eddie nodded, “good. Maybe to make up for it, you can come with me to see one of my favourite bands.” His smile was teasing, but his words and his eyes seemed hesitant, like he was asking a question he wasn’t sure of the answer to.

You turned, still close to the boy, toe to toe and you tilted your chin up to beam at him. “Yeah?” You asked, pleased at the idea of another outing with just Eddie. Most of the time, you saw him with the rest of the group, too busy catching up with Robin and letting Will show you his new art pieces to talk to the person you wanted to most. “I can do that.”

Eddie blinked, surprised but grinning all the same. “Yeah?” He asked back. “Rammstein is playing in Chicago next month.”

You squinted at him, familiar with the name. “Is that the German guys who sound kinda demonic?”

The boy looked proud. “That’s the one, sweetheart.” He half expected to you to firmly, but politely, turn him down. German heavy metal was most definitely not your kind of music. But then again, Taylor Swift wasn’t really his either, and here he was.

“Will you take me to dinner first?” You said instead and Eddie’s heart stuttered.

Warmth bloomed in his chest, a heat that crept up across his neck and cheeks and he swallowed, nervous. “Dinner? Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

He could most definitely do that.

“Great,” you beamed again, eyes bright and a flush to your cheeks that made him think you were as happy as he was at this outcome. “It’s a date.”

Eddie didn’t have time to reply to that, ‘cause the crowd started screaming and Taylor Swift came out on stage, the opening chords of Love Story ringing through the arena. You turned, clapping along with the rest of the girls around you, your body firmly pressed to Eddie’s and by the third song, his arms were around your shoulders, his hands tangled between yours as he tried his best to sing along to the songs he knew through the grin that wouldn’t leave his lips.

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helpwhatsthis · 2 years

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just watched Catherine the Great today and that party scene.

god, can I get a Prince Paul x Fem!Reader where she rips that dress off him in their bedchambers and we’ll just full on smut.

my darling- p.p.

i got way too fucking carried away with this lmao. i hope you like it!

warnings: sub!paul, dom!reader, mommy kink, reference to his pecks as tits like once, slight blood, google translation of russian like twice, very very small mention of death, unprotected p in v (obvi), probably spelling errors, best friends to lovers, pinning as fuck (mutual) let me know if you think i need to add any!

was it really so wrong to be in love with your best friend? well for most people, no; but what about if he was a prince, a ragging asshole, and set to marry a princess in less than three months? yeah, that kinda seems like an issue.

the biggest problem lied within the fact that there wasn't a single royal bone in your whole body. the daughter of one of catherins' most trusted guards, orphaned after his death protecting her from an assassination. no one, not a single soul, had expected her to take in his unruly, boyish, and snarky daughter; let alone treat her as one of her own. all of those things people saw a large flaws in your character had only made her love you more. she felt she had a debt to pay to the man who'd saved her life, and she more than paid it off through you every day.

that's how you'd ended up here, in a black and red dressing suit, watching paul grumble about how his dress made him appear to have notable cleavage. it's endearing really, the way you watch him try to balance the extravagant wig on his head while simultaneously keep his corset pulled up.

"how the hell do you do this every day?" he growls, slapping away the hand of panin, who’s trying to fix his makeup.

“i try not to, unless it’s necessary.” you hum, trying to bite back your laughter at his expense. “i sit in a room full of men talking about war every day, so there’s not exactly a need for pretty dresses.” you move in front of him, helping him to pull his collar into place.

“can’t breathe in this damn thing.” he groans, now that the canvas squeezes his ribs.

“for what it’s worth, you look lovely, your excellency.” you giggle, smoothing down the skirt of the gown to avoid looking in his eyes. he rolls them, letting out an annoyed huff.

“you know i hate when you call me that.” he leans down to capture your gaze with his, causing your heart to pick up speed.

“technically, i’m here on business. so i have to.” you whisper, face merely an inch from his.

“y/n! darling, could you come here for a moment?” catherin shouts.

“don’t fall apart without me.” you laugh, finger gesturing up and down his outfit. you maneuver your way through the sea of guests, attempting to find where she’d called you from. she snags your wrist and pulls you close.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, voice hushed.

“oh, nothing!” she laughs, hand moving to her chest. “just couldn’t stand to watch you make schoolgirl eyes at one another anymore.” you look away bashfully, eyes inevitably landing on paul. “my offer still stands by the way, love. just say the word and i’ll call off his wedding.” she persuades, bumping your shoulder with her own.

“i can’t ask you to do that.” you whisper, trying to sound less defeated than the conversation always makes you feel. “i know my place.”

“all too well, apparently.” she chuckles, “all i’m saying-” she starts, noticing your discomfort, “there’s no woman i’d rather have betrothed to my son than you. you’d keep his mind in check... and give him good babies.” she laughs again at the gasp you let out. “he’d be happy.”

“there are plenty of women who can make him happy... and give him babies.” you huff, beginning to walk off. you suddenly don’t feel in the mood to stay at the party.

you press your fingers to your eyes, trying to concentrate on the book in your lap instead of the sleepiness threatening to overtake you. a rapid knock at your door makes you spring out of bed quickly, momentarily checking the decency of your sleep clothes in the mirror. you pull back the door, seeing paul standing on the other side. his wig and makeup are long gone, but he’s still adorning his dress.

“can’t get this stupid this off.” he whimpers embarrassedly. you giggle, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and grabbing his hand. he lets you lead him back to his bedchambers, occasionally letting out little growls of annoyance when he trips over the end of the gown.

he finally stands in front of his mirror, pulling off the cover over his corset.

“how was the rest of the party?” you ask absentmindedly, beginning to undo the tight knot of strings holding the canvas around his back. the intricacy of the strings filling you with annoyance.

“nearly unbearable after you left.” he recounts, eyes flicking to watch your refection. he hears you let out a small grunt of agitation over the ribbons. “some girl wouldn’t stop flirting with me. clearly being engaged means nothing to he-” he’s cut off by the way you release a loud growl, gripping the top of the material and ripping. the sound of the tere pulls your eyes to his in the mirror.

“enough.” you snap, watching the way the canvas falls forward, exposing the expanse of his tone torso. you squint your eyes shut, trying to breath away the anger quickly filling your stomach. you open them again to see he’s still watching you, a small smirk on his face. “what?” you hiss.

“it’s adorable how much you fancy me.” he grins. your face falls, breath hitching. “my mother just told me all about it.” he turns to look at you, “not as if i needed her too; but the confirmation was nice.” he turns, taking your chin in his hand and angling your face up to his.

“i’m sorry.” you whisper sadly, he only smiles.

“s’really flattering.” he hums, thumb stroking your bottom lip. before you can protest or defend yourself, he slams his lips into yours. it takes you a moment to properly kiss him back, relishing in the taste of cherries and vodka. you finally sink in, throwing your arms around his bare shoulders, as well as your false morality out the window. when he pulls back, he’s got the most arrogant smile on his face. you decide you’re going to wipe it off.

“off. now.” you demand, tugging roughly at the skirt of his gown.

“oh yeah?” he smirks. you reach up, gripping his jaw tightly and glaring daggers at him.

“be a good boy and take the dress off.” you snap. his eyes flutter shut, a soft moan leaving his lips at your words. you press a short kiss to his cheek, then move back to watch him undress. he does so quickly, hands trembling as he pulls down the dress and stockings.

“there’s my obedient boy.” you coo, sitting on the end of his bed. he stands, gulping harshly and trying not to make it obvious how much your words are affecting him. the evidence is obvious though, standing at attention and twitching in his underwear. “c’mere, my dorogoy.” you whisper, arms extending to pull him between your legs.

he looks down at you tentively, through hooded eyes and long lashes. you hold searing eye contact with him, fingers hooking in his waistband. a small whine leaves his throat when your fingernails scrape the soft skin of his hips. you grin up at him sadistically, pulling the fabric down his legs. his cock snaps up, slapping the skin of his stomach. you admire it, pink, thick, and leaking an embarrassing amount at the slit.

“did i tell you how pretty your tits’ looked in that dress?” you ask, the endless smirk still on your lips. you reach up and begin to tweak one of his nipples between your thumb and forefinger.

“t-thank you.” he mumbles, lust overshadowing embarrassment. you stand, tummy pressing against his cock through your thin nightshirt.

“this looks painful, baby boy.” you muse, hand snaking between your bodies to grasp firmly at his shaft. he makes a high preening sound in the back of his throat at your touch. “what? nothing cocky to say now that i’m touching it?” he throws his head back, moaning as you start to stroke him. the needy sound makes your clit throb.

“please, y/n-” he begs. you reach up, cupping his jaw and guiding him to look at you.

“not my name, lover.” you hum against his lips.

“mommy-” he cries softly, tears filling his eyes as you jerk him harder. you nod, placing a kiss to his chin. you can feel your wetness running down your thighs, no doubt ruining your pants.

“lay on the bed, lyubovnik.” he follows your order without question, crawling beside you and positioning himself on the pillows. you practically purr, admiring him. his curls are delicately fallen over his forehead, a huge contrast to the way he pants erratically and wiggles his hips in discomfort from his throbbing cock. you take your time, undressing slowly.

“mommy, please!” he cries out when you free your breasts from the confides of your shirt.

“patience, needy boy.” you tut, crawling up his body and straddling his thighs. “i know it’s never been one of your virtues, but i need you to try for mommy.” he nods, tears starting to fall at his own need. you lean down, breasts pressing against his chest as you kiss him passionately. he moans into the kiss, hips thrusting up into the plush part of your belly.

“s-sorry.” he whispers into your mouth.

“s’alright, little one. i’ll let it pass.” you coo, pressing a sweet kiss to his nose. without warning, you drop your hip down. the girth of his cock stretches you painfully. he cries, high and needy as one hand moves to pinch your clit and the other rests on your him. tears of your own surface at the pain. you glance down, a small line of blood runs from where you’re connected, pooling at the base of his cock and mixing with your arousal.

“you okay?” he asks, comfortingly squeezing at your love handle.

“i’m fine, baby boy.” you hum, “only strings a bit, it’s been a while.” you promise, starting to rock your hips softly. his head falls back, worry completely forgotten.

he babbles as you continue your fast rhythm. the sounds of your wetness working up and down his girth lewd and sinful, only urging you on. he desperately attempts to work your clit, rolling it in shaky circles. you reach between you, guiding his hand to rest on your abdomen.

“can feel you in my stomach, angel.” you purr, biting softly at his collarbone.

“mommy, i’m gonna-” he sobs, tears of pleasure running down the sides of his face.

“i know, darling. cum for me.” you urge, but he rapidly shakes his head.

“don’t wanna before you do.” he whimpers. you shake your head, biting his bottom lip.

“it’s fine, little one. let go for mommy.” you whisper against his mouth. he gasps, hands moving to hold you down on him as he fills you up. you hide your head in his neck, panting into the skin and the warmth fills your insides. you sit like that for a while, holding him and tracing your fingers over the skin of his pecks.

a thought hits you, making you stand from the bed abruptly and pull your clothes on.

“where in gods’ name are you going?” he asks, sitting up and starting to panic.

“need to talk to catherin.” you state shortly, causing his face to contort in confusion. “you are not getting married to that fucking princess.” you growl, pulling your shirt over your head. his eyes widen, mouth falling open in realization. you lean forward, pressing a rushed kiss onto his lips. “i’ll be right back, i love you.” you hum, hurrying out of the room.

he grins, throwing himself back onto the pillows and laughing lightly.

“i love you too, y/n.” he whispers into the thick air.

#prince paul x reader #prince paul #catherin the great #joseph quinn #prince paul smut #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #josephquinn #joe quinn

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chaifootsteps · 1 month

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Log Anon here

Now, usually when I talk about other anons I act like some sort of god. Case and point that unending search threat. But now, I’ve been inspired to use my shitty writing skills to make lyrics about how much that anon’s song sucked.

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ANON! Let’s start with the fact that this Rapper thought he was a genius.

Sitting there on a chair hoping that Viv would touch their penis.

Man, the whole thing is unreadable, agreeably irredeemable.

I’m filled with laughter that they didn’t think that grammar matter, making it damn unappeasable.

Here’s a lesson, never randomise where capitalise letters, it doesn’t make it better, make sure you fix this error.

Anon coming in here thinking their Chai’s terror, but you’re a joke so just give up the endeavour.

The damn block you wrote makes you a damn dope

As well next time you write keep the swears out or do you need some bloody soap?

Here’s things you should’ve realised before you started to theorise.

Chai speaks about Viv because Anon’s bring it up most of the time.

“to Survive or to live”, yo, Mr Potatohead, that line should’ve been cut in half since they don’t rhyme so I’m charging ya for this lyrical crime.

The irony of bringing up witch when you fail to spell.

The hell Chai getting caught for? Revealing pedophiles and workplace abuse?

I hope you know what you’re doing because hating that has no excuse.

You’re the damn fool, you drooling tool, for getting all blue because someone can live both on and off the wifi.

Honestly your likability is so low that when you visit, all of South Africa cry.

I’m seeing lines so unrefined, so horribly designed, that would make Shakespeare want to die.

I think the real freak is the one posted a mediocre rap to defend a bad show.

Every argument you bring up blows and annoyingly disrupts the flow.

Poor attitude? At least be brave and show your true account if you gonna diss.

You tried your shot at internet fame but too bad that by next month no one will know this exists.

The reason no one leaves the hate is because there’s still people who still need to learn.

Now where’s your next burns, oh wait, you playing favourites this turn?

Aw man, this is weak, you think you’re making them meek, you’re one weird freak.

Rhyming must be tough for a kindengartener, butthey know how to rhyme different words.

The logic you bring for Scienceservant name is worse than the smell of a pile of turds.

I ask the same question, is it worth it to do this when you’re nothing but absurd?

Damn, only a cuck can bother someone while trying to suck off another.

ANON! Why the fuck can’t you write?

You say Chai’s hiding but you are too, coward.

You act like you’re the best when your personality, scent and everything else are soured.

Boy, you’re the ending of Danny Phantom, bad, confusing, and an insult to creation itself.

Now go put on your diaper before you go pee yourself.

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At least this won’t the worst rap on this blog

From the ballpit we come and to the ballpit we will all return.

#Anonymous #log anon #image reply #viv stuff #actual blog post

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cowboybeepboop · 2 years

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Chocolate chip cookies

“Hey, hey.. Y/N get that out of your mouth, it’s not food,”

Pairing: Spock and fem!Reader

Genre: Porn with some plot

Words: 2555

Warnings: asshole Spock, horny reader, oral male receiving, slight size kink (height one not dick one), fem oral receiving, unprotected sex, stuff I can’t be too sure about, possible spelling errors

Summary: Spock gets on your nerves and you finally decided to do something about it.

A/N: man nothing much is going on, just like if you like it and have a good day <3 I lost my old account I’m just revamping and reposting on this one now 😭🫶

I can’t get enough time alone on this ship, I swear. It’s like every time I get a second to breathe someone has found me and manages to push all the wrong buttons. And this? This is just the case, I invited Captain Kirk into my quarters just so we could watch some movies and he promised me some chocolate chip cookies. However, Kirk had other some other plans and just had to invite Bones and none other than THE Lieutenant Commander Spock.

My eyes roll as Commander Spock corrects whatever “illogical” statement Kirk made. I leave the kitchen putting on a fake smile as I fix my hair. “Captain, Bones, it’s good to see you both,” I plop on the couch in between them. “Lieutenant Commander Spock, I can’t say I expected to see you here,” my jaw clenches as he gives a curt nod.

“Y/N, I hope you don’t mind that I brought along Bones and Spock,” Kirk gives a mischievous smile.

“No, of course not. I don’t mind at all,” my voice lowers at the end of my statement with a slight growl, “Anyway, did you bring the cookies you promised?” I bite my bottom lip softly as my eyes light up in expectancy. He tosses a container of his perfectly baked chocolate chip cookies and I swear I could kiss him right now.

Taking a slow but big bite I moan loudly, “Oh my, Kirk this is the best food I’ve ever eaten!” my eyes flutter shut as I chew silently.

“Y/N, that's an illogical statement. You wouldn’t remember everything you’ve eaten in your life, let alone how they tasted,” Spock says in his normal monotone voice, his eyes resting emotionless as he peers over at me.

“Well, from what I can remember,” my eyes roll once again, “and at this moment, this is the best food I’ve ever had.” My eyes burn into his skull as I intensely glare at him.

“It’s still illogical, how can you compare the taste without a more scientific approach?” He retorts his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“For fucks sake you’re illogical Lieutenant Commander Spock, no one care that much about an exaggerated statement.” I huff out, clenching my fist in annoyance.

“Okay okay you two, get off one anothers throats,” Bones chuckles softly as Kirk rubs his temples gently.

“Yeah, maybe we should leave you two to deal with this on your own?” Kirk questions in a calm tone while I send a disgusted look his way. Bones nods his head and the two get ready to leave, “Come on Y/N it can’t be that bad, you guys can just hangout while we go back to my quarters. If you truly can’t stand to be by each other then Spock can just leave.” he shrugs and the two close the door as they walk out.

“Oh come on,” I glare over at Spock who hasn’t moved an inch, “aren’t you going to leave?” he shakes his head.

“Captain Kirk ordered us to work things out,” his eyes close as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Technically it wasn't an order, he just asked us too,” a soft sigh leaves my lips as my body collapses against the sofa.

“Lieutenant, I follow orders unlike someone in this room,” his eyes open and he stares back at me, without a sign of irritation on his annoyingly beautiful features.

“Gods you get on my nerves,” my eyes are glued on his tight lips. Its not that I don’t like Spock, I just wish he’d grab me by the neck and fuck me against the wall until he forgets about things being logical or not. I wonder how he’d react knowing that I get off to him at night, thinking of him running his hands down my waist as his lips hover over my clit. That I stick my hands between my thighs imagining him kissing down my neck-

Spock clears his throat, “lieutenant, did you hear what I said?”, his eyes study mine as I stare at him dumbly.

“Uhh, no I think I spaced out,” I squeeze my thighs tightly together while chewing on the inside of my cheek.

“I was just saying how,” he maintains direct eye contact with me, “you should apologize and stop getting so emotional all the time,” he crosses his arms making his lips into a straight line.

“Excuse me?!” my voice gets higher in pitch as I stare at him wide eyed, “Spock you’re the one who should be apologizing to me,” I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“That’s Commander Spock to you,” his face falters for a second almost showing a sign of emotions, “and I’m not sure why you would think I should be the one to apologize,” his eyes narrow softly.

“You’re such a fucking party pooper Commander Spock,” I roll my eyes before glaring up at Spock.

“I don’t know what a party pooper is; however, I can assure you I am not one.” his eyes flicker from the wall to my features as he tries to understand my furious expression.

“Oh? Really? Prove it to me,” a small smirk paints itself against my chapped lips, “let me show you something,”

“I don’t have anything to prove to you, but if you insist.” His voice trails softly while his posture stays stiff.

My body moves swiftly as I position myself between his thighs, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth. My fore fingers fumble with the buttons of his uniform pants as he stares down at me with a curious expression. I unzip his black pants with shaking hands before pulling them down his hips, Spock’s eyebrows furrow as he narrows his eyes.

“Lieutenant,” his voice comes out in a low growl, “what are you doing?” Spock’s eyes linger on my hands that are set on his thighs.

“Don’t you trust me? I told you I was going to make you feel,” my hand moves to palm his bulge through his boxers, “good..” my voice trails off while I look up at him innocently. He groans softly as the tips of his ears turn a light green. “Is this okay?” my thumb caresses his tip gently. Spock nods his head as he pushes his hips up into my hand, leaning his head back against the sofa. “No, Commander, I need to hear you say it,” I pull his chin down forcing him to look me in the eyes.

“Yes. Please Y/N.” he sighs out, “Make me feel good,” Spock slips out of his pants looking down at me with desire in his eyes. Pulling down the waistband of his boxers I rest one hand on his thigh as I sit on my knees.

“Spock, that’s illogical, I thought you couldn’t feel.” my lips curve up into a sly smile as he groans in annoyance. I wrap my fingers around the base of his dick slowly pumping it and using my free hand to squeeze his balls gently. Spock bucks his hips up trying to get me to speed up my movements. Taking the hint I speed up my hand and swipe my thumb over his tip spreading his precum around. I lick a stripe up the shaft of his dick, kissing the salty tip before wrapping my lips around it.

Spock jolts up, “Hey, hey.. Y/N get that out of your mouth, it’s not food,” a soft giggle escapes from my lips sending vibrations down his body. “Oh fuck.” he groans and takes a fist full of my hair. Spock leans his head back moaning as I stuff his length in as far down my throat as I can. Tears build in my eyes while I try and blink them away bobbing my head slowly as my fingers wrap around the remainder of his dick.

“Lieutenant,” he growls out while pulling me up to him, “you proved your point, you can make me feel good.. Now let me do the same for you.” His eyes darken as he lays me down on my back pulling off the rest of his clothes. Spock delicately pulls off my dress, admiring my half naked form as I lay underneath him. I lick my lips while looking down at his long, throbbing, leaking cock. He picks up my hips and pulls down my panties, spreading my legs and putting them on his shoulders.

“Y/N, did you know,” he kisses my inner thigh softly, “that only 18% of female orgasms, in humans of course, come from vaginal stimulation..” his hands trail up my torso pulling my upper body up so he can unclasp my bra, he finally unhooks it and flings it off to the side.

“Mmm, Commander.. You certainly did your research..” I swear he nearly smiled at my comment as he grasps one of my breasts and put the nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue around the bud. My back arches up as a soft moan leaves my plump lips, eyes rolling into the back of my skull while I squeeze his firm forearm. Spock presses wet kisses down my body leading down to my pussy. His eyes meet mine as he kisses my clit softly causing me to hike my hips up into his lips moaning quietly.

He flicks his tongue against the bundle of nerves, my legs instinctively squeeze together blocking off his access to my pussy. Spock pries my legs apart hooking his muscular arms over my thighs, “Y/N be a good girl, let me see you,” he coos against my hip bone. I moan needingly while he squeezes his fingers into my thighs, his lips finding their way back to my clit. Spock sucks and pulls on the tense nerves leaving my legs shaking.

“Fuck Spock, you’re going to make me cum soon..” squeezing my eyes shut as my hole throbs waiting to be filled. He pushes his tongue into my tight hole and uses the tip of his nose to stimulate my aching bud, loud moans fill the room, a tight feeling building in my stomach.

“Cum for my baby.. I want to taste you, my pretty girl,” he mumbles against my sweaty skin as sensations continue to build in my core demanding release. My hands tangle in his hair pulling him as close as I can, Spock uses one hand to keep my legs spread while he takes the other and massages my breast. He rubs the tip of his nose at the right angle into the sensitive bundle, hitting just the right spot. My body shakes as I try to pull away an itchy feeling of ecstasy takes over my brain, Spock presses his thumb onto my clit, rubbing circles. I moan loudly as the itch starts to become overwhelming but he won't let up, he keeps pushing and prodding until cum spills out of me. He licks up every last bit of cum he can, he wipes his mouth with a proud expression painted on his face, leaving his fingers to keep playing with my pussy pushing my orgasm further.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me,” his thumb caresses my cheekbone as he pulls me into his lap. I crash my lips against his tracing his jaw with my hand wrapping the other behind his head, he pulls my body closer against him, our chests pressing together. Spock keeps his arm tight against my waist, squeezing my ass with his free hand.

“Are you up for more,” he kisses my neck softly spreading my cheeks and leaning me back lining his tip up with my hole.

“Yes, please Spock..” he pushes the tip in groaning at the tightness. I swiftly pull his left hand toward my mouth as he bottoms out, pushing his fingers against my lips while moaning loudly. He watches me intently trying not to push into me before I’m fully adjusted to his length, taking his forefingers into my mouth. I twirl my tongue between them sucking on the calloused skin Spock moans into my ear in response.

“Good girl, shit you’re making me feel so fucking good..” he groans while thrusting up into me, I throw my head back basking in the pleasure. His eyes are trained on the place where our bodies connect, he moans at the sight as he pushes up into me roughly. I push my thumb into the center of Spock’s palm, a small amount of saliva spills from the corners of my mouth as I continue sucking on his digits. “Darling, as much as I’m loving this, I want to touch you..”

He groans, sighing while pulling his hand from my lips, he uses my saliva to help as he circles his fingers around my clit. Using his other hand to explore my body as I ride him, my hands rest on his toned chest keeping me steady. My movements become sloppy as he thrusts up to me before laying me against the sofa.

“Look at you, my beautiful girl.. I’ve been imagining this for so long,” he groans into my shoulder, thrusting roughly into me. My back arches up into his chest as my hands wrap around his neck. My hands tangle into his hair pulling at his roots, I kiss him roughly and moan into his mouth.

Spock kisses my face all over as his thrusts become sloppy, “Cum with me, be a good girl for me,” the tension is building in my core again while Spock holds my head up from the base of my scalp. He watches my face contort as moans spill effortlessly from my lips, he groans into my ear while sucking on my nipple. I feel the coil in my stomach begin to unravel, his hip bones crash into mine as I feel myself cumming around him with a loud moan. “Fuck,” Spock groans as I tighten around him, he quickly pulls out cumming on my stomach.

“Damnit,” he sighs, running his hand through his hair, “I should clean you up now..” he picks me up bridal style and walks into my bathroom, starting the shower. “Y/N, you’re offly quiet,” his eyebrows furrow and it seems as if panic flashes in his eyes.

A small giggle escapes my mouth as he keeps me flush against his body, “Spock, you’re getting your cum all over yourself,” he kisses against my jaw and down my neck.

“I guess we’ll just have to shower together now,” he stands up tall, admiring the height gap between us, considering he’s around 6’2 (187.96 cm) and you’re a good 5’2 (roughly 157.48 cm). Spock pushes your face against his chest as he runs his hands up and down your back. “Did I prove you wrong?” he nuzzles his face into your shoulder.

“What do you mean?” I mumble against his pec while wrapping my arms around his waist.

“You called me a party pooper, I proved you wrong didn’t I?” He stares down at me with a proud smile.

“Damnit, you always have to be right, don’t you?” I sigh against his chest, too tired to look up at him.

“Yes, I suppose I do enjoy being correct.” he runs his hand through my hair.

“Spock that was a rhetorical question,”

“Yes, that's illogical.”

#spock #Star trek smut #spock x reader #smut #spock x reader smut #Star Trek #spock smut #spock and reader

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kusanalogy · 2 years

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An unanticipated letter

characters: childe/tartaglia x gn!reader

a/n: CHILDE MY BELOVED <333 HERE IS YOUR BIRTHDAY SPECIAL !! Deepest apologies to the people that read this an hour before release ㅠ ㅠ there were many errors/spelling mistakes because it was written last minute. I hope after fixing it, it turned out alright

warnings: one swear word and mentions of marriage? is the marriage part even a warning

inspired from his 2022 birthday letter and art, Not the exact scenario (but same idea) and reader is not the traveller/mc

word count: 640+. My birthday specials were supposed to be under 500 words but it seems that i love him a bit too much 😭 im sorry

You waited for your lover in your shared home, Deciding to wait till nighttime to give him with your gifts.

The gifts you prepared weren't much.

A homemade snezhnayan dinner (you spent time learning the recipes!)

a cake (you're still unsure if he's picky about cake flavors..)

matching bracelets (while buying it, you thought of out childish the idea was. hmph, blaming the harbinger and his love for this!)

your love(??? blaming him again for that.)

and something to remind him about the things he loves. You made sure to pick that item carefully, it was quite small because you wanted your lover to take it with him wherever he goes.

Not too long after, you hear the front door open as you lay down on your bed. "That must be him" You thought. Putting on your footwear, You welcome your lover home.

"Happy birthday, ajax!"

"Y/n! Thank you, i thought you forgot about it." He admitted, hugging you close

You pull away from the tight grip while helping him take off his jacket "How could i forget such an important day? Now before we eat, Whats that?" You say, turning your eyes to the bag he dropped by the doorstep.

"Ah, i was just about to bring it up. Since i had to get back to snezhnaya, i visited my family before going back here." He said, then turning around to get the bag "The items it contains are gifts they wanted me to bring to you- which includes a letter from my mom."

You wonder what she wrote this time. Another invitation to their home? No, you've already visited a few months ago. Something about your ajax? Could be a possibility. "A letter? Lemme see! While i read it, go freshen up. We're having dinner."

"No. I wanna see your reaction on spot." He pouts as he hands you the letter

You simply smile and take the envelope, Excited to see what she your future mother in law wrote.

Skimming through the writings, It initially seemed normal. Until a certain sentence caught your eye..

"-...But there is one topic i was also thinking about. When can i expect marriage between you and ajax? No rush of course!!! Just love eachother and keep yourself safe."

Reading it, you could feel your heart racing and your body heating up. That alone made childe laugh at you

"Hahahahaha! You wouldn't mind if i take a look right?"

"N-not at all." You answered, still flustered over his mother's question

He paused to scan the letter and find the sentence, a few seconds later a big shitty grin grew on his face

You knew he would react like that. Of course he would. Not that you dont mind though

"....Soon" he says, winking. He himself isnt sure if its a joke or not. Could be called a half joke, i guess.

Oh god. The heat is even worse. But you have to reply.. you can't leave him hanging. "Childe!!!"

࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚ ⪩ 𖧧 ⪨ ࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙࿚࿙֒͜࿚

Once things calmed down, the fatuu recieves his presents, blew his cake (thats saved for dessert) and sat down for dinner.

"The food tastes just like the ones at home! You're such a fast learner sweetheart" He praises

"I mean, its your day today. I should give you the best. Now, do you have anything to say about your trip back home?"

As expected, he did. He looked quite eager to tell you aswell. "Of course. Let me tell you what teucer's reaction was to his new toy you helped me picked out! Or would you like me to start with the really big fish i caught with anthon's help? Hmmmm.. so many stories."

"okay, okay, i'll be listening to anything." Honestly, You're willing to listen for as long as he'd like. Even if it's been hours, you can never get tired of how his eyes light up whenever he talks about his home.

#🍀▪︎genshin birthday specials #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #genshin fluff #genshin fanfic #childe fluff #childe x y/n #childe x you #childe x gn reader #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact fanfics

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safyresky · 6 months

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Crystal Springs Chapter 21: now on ao3!

It's one of my favourite chapters, to boot! Check out some funky Frosty (and fiery!) sibling shenanigans right hecking HERE

Chapter 21: Jacqueline's Cat (Two Weeks Later)

Sibling shenanigans ensue two weeks later when Jack writes a letter to Santa and Jacqueline is adopted by a cat. Fino has a lot of questions. Meanwhile up North, Santa and Bernard make a deal.

Chapter's been cleaned up! Fixed some spelling errors and removed some redundant saids. Yuck. Said is NOT dead but my GOD it doesn't need to be so repetitive! Ah well. We learn and grow. Here, have my favourite part of this chapter for today's excerpt (it's long so feel free to click "J" to jump past the rest of the post):

"I'd duck if I were you, by the way."

"You'd what now?" There was a nasty thwack; Fino's head flew forward, a hiss as something cold and wet landed on his hair, rapidly melting down his back. "ACK!" "FINO SERAFINO FROST!" The colour drained out of Fino's face. "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO LET THE CAT IN THERE IT JUST. IT REALLY LIKED IT, DON'T TURN ME INTO A PILE OF ASHES!" He scrambled around Jack, hiding behind his back. "You're lucky I've had the day to cool off," Jacqueline said with a huff, dodging the six red poinsettias floating behind her brothers as she caught up to them. "More flowers?" "We went downtown. Made a day about it. Picked up some more since Fino felt that there wasn't enough fiery holiday décor." "You've been harbouring this fugitive all day?!" Jacqueline sounded appalled. "What is it you say?" Jack said, feigning forgetfulness. "Oh, yes! That's it. I do what I want, Jacqueline. Besides, it was mutually beneficial. I needed a tour guide." "And I delivered," Fino said proudly, the three siblings turning the corner onto Evergreen Lane. "I am sorry about the cat, Jacqueline. I've been trying to coax him out all month but he's very stubborn." "What's his deal?!" she asked, cradling a litter box full of cat related toys and things in her arms. "He likes the cold but doesn't like the outside. Your room is like, his preferred climate. I was trying to strike a deal with him, that if he left your room I'd take him to Aunt Spring's, because I think the chilly spring weather may be nice for him, but he was adamant on staying put." "You were trying to strike a deal with a cat?" Jack asked, perplexed. "I can talk to animals," Fino said proudly. "Did I know that?" Jack asked. Jacqueline shrugged. "I dunno. Can't remember mentioning it. Or it coming up. This month's been a blur. Does the cat have a name?" "I've been calling him Catto." "Catto?" "Catto!" "I hope he isn't attached to it because that sure as sleet isn't sticking." "I don't think he is. I figured if he did get stuck there when you came, you could name him! I know you're not too fond of cats but you'll like him. He's a big sweetheart! And he's cuddly." "And sharp and pointy, so we'll have to take baby steps before cuddles." Jacqueline said. "And we'll need to work on him stealing my stuff! Speaking of which, Jack, did you manage to—" A battle cry rang out from the forest alongside them, cutting Jacqueline off. The siblings stopped, watching as a sooty child tumbled out of the forest, beelining for Jacqueline. "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE HIM ALIVE!" the soot monster screamed, rushing for Jacqueline's knees. With an eyeroll, she stepped to the side. The soot monster ran right past her, Jacqueline's slight tap of her foot going unnoticed by everyone but Jack. The soot monster slipped, squealing, and slid, finally falling over. A snowbank met them halfway, the snow poofing up with some soot, the monster laughing delightedly now. "Hot girl soot went well today, then?" Fino asked, grinning down at the sooty child. "Heck yeah it did!" she replied, wiping her face off to reveal a very flushed Fiera. "I think I've almost got hovering with firepower totally down." "Without exploding us?" "That's still like a non zero chance," she replied, stepping out of the snowbank (carefully) and dusting off her mantle coat. "But I'm CLOSE!"

Sorry it's so long! The whole excerpt is gold and I couldn't bring myself to skip ANY bits. Wanna find out what preceded this moment? Read Chapter 21: Jacqueline's Cat HERE on ao3, and HERE on fanfic dot net!

Wanna take it from the top? Check out the Prologue: An Encounter, here on ao3 and here on fanfiction dot net (which will have a freshly edited Chapter 21 later today! Probably after work. I'll reblog when it's up:) donezo! ayo!

Summary is below the cut, as per the uzhe. Two more chapters before FRESH CONTENT 🥳🥳

It's been almost a year since Jack Frost thawed and things are looking...well, not so great. Jack's powers are seemingly gone. Without them, the Dome that keeps the North Pole safe from the cold and its magic controlled is melting, putting everything and everyone magical at risk. Unable to hide his power shortage any longer, Jack is forced to admit the truth. Thankfully, there is a solution: enacting the Legate Law, bringing Jack and the sister that he hurt so many centuries ago back together again. But when Jacqueline starts experiencing destructive blackouts, the pair are forced to head back home to Crystal Springs, bringing Jack face to face with the rest of the family. Needless to say, between getting his powers back, helping his sister figure out what in the FROST those blackouts even were, reconciling with his parents, meeting the two even younger siblings he didn't even KNOW he had, NOT TO MENTION the ancient threat that's had it out for the ENTIRE Frost family finally making a move? Saving Christmas (regrettably) is looking to be a little bit...complicated.

#dani speaks #dani writes #crystal springs #cs on ao3 #cs updates #the santa clause #the santa clause 2 #the santa clause 3 #tsc #tsc1 #tsc2 #tsc3 #jack frost #ocs #hello jack frost tag it is i! back again to confuse all the rotg blogs in the tag with a tsc fic 🙃🙃#this chapter is SO fun. jacqueline trying to hunt down fino. jack being like TWO WEEKS?!?! ALREADY?!?!? blinter being blinter.#fiera's hot girl soot. jacqueline's fucking CAT #i always knew she got a cat during cs but had never been able to include it until this version of the chapter went up!#deLIGHTFUL #anyway enjoy! we have two more chapters to repost and THEN #the fun REALLY BEGINS #WE'LL BE GOING THRU THE PLOT CLIMAX ALL NOVEMBER AND INTO DECEMBER #HELL YEAH!!!#current stats: wrapping up chapter 28! i've got two scenes left to write #maybe three. actually. and then we can move on to the SECOND LAST CHAPTER #AHHHHH

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igotlostinthesewers · 1 year

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Some Type Of Drug

Chapter Two: I can't. I shouldn't. But it will kill me if I don't.

Pairing: Leonardo x Reader

Reader type: Gender Nuetral

Song: Universe (Slowed and Reverb)- Hazy

Warnings: Some light swearing.

An: And here's chapter two. I hope that you enjoy. An feedback is always welcome or just to let me know if I have a spelling error or two is appreciated.

Word Count: 3064

"My heart is a cathedral. Windows, ghosts and lovers sit and sing in the dark, arched marrow of me."

-Segovia Amil (Via willowingsleep)

He was fucked. Leo decided. For the last two weeks his thoughts have been nothing but you. Not only that but he had broken the one rule. The only and biggest rule he and his brothers had set.

Don't let the humans see them.

And he broke that. He didn't know what he had been thinking. Hell, it had been sheer coincidence that he had ran into you and them. That alley was out of his normal patrol. Something, or perhaps someone, just. Told him he had to go. If there was any god or deity he had believed in. Or perhaps, and most likely, it was his own instincts, had driven him to go off his normal path.

Leo had watched. Waited. As you fought against the Foot soldiers. He had to admit that you were a good fighter. Body and stance more than good as you fought on with a brawler type style to defend yourself. Your movements fluid, quick and sure. It was if you, like him, had spent a lifetime honing and crafting your skill. Your style.

He had only stepped in when he heard more of the Foot soldiers coming. And as good as you were, even he needed help when the enemy overran him. So he threw those two off. The mere sight of him enough to drive them away. Maybe they thought the rest of his brothers were near. Maybe they were actually scared of him. Either way the two of you were left alone.

"Don't freak out." Oh it had hurt him to speak those words. Knowing full well that despite what he said you would most likely do just that. Just, turn and run. He felt though that it would be easier to handle himself than watching it happen to one of his brothers. Again. Poor Mikey.

But you? Oh you.

You had done nothing. Said nothing. Just. Looking. Drank him in like he did you.

You had a sturdy frame. Muscled arms and legs evident through your rain soaked clothes.But you were also soft and rounded in the way only humans could be. So different from himself and his brothers. He could smell blood on you. Yours or theirs he didn't know. He could hear your breathe. Ragged and shallow evening out. Even as you looked upon him.

The mutant. The monster. The thing that most are afraid of.

And your eyes. Oh those eyes. Dark and lashed. They went from a heavy glare, focused and narrowed, waiting for the next attack that would never come. Not from him at least. Then they softened. Filled with nothing more than a childlike curiosity.

Even after he stepped forward. Thudding a heavy foot against the rain soaked ground. Water splashed and spilled over his shoe. Did he do this to scare you? To test you? He did not know. All you did was step back and fix him with a look he didn't think he you were really aware of. Confused but still curious.

And then you said that you weren't afraid. Not scared. Sure you were nervous but. Not afraid. Even April had passed out. Casey had tried to fight them. Using aggression to hide his fear. But you.

You didn't think he could hurt your. That he would hurt you.

Leo shakes his head. Sitting back on his heels. He was outside on an early morning patrol. Trying and failing to clear his thoughts of you. He's been watching over you. Not. Not stalking as Mikey liked to tease.

"Ohhh! You so have the hots for them don't you? C'mon ya gotta tell us what they look like!" Leo had just snorted a laugh and gave his youngest brother a playful shove.

"Hardly Mikey. The Foot may still be after them for just knowing that they exists." That's what he said anyways.

So he watched and waited. For what he wasn't sure yet. To see if you would seek him out? To walk the same path you did that night in hopes to meet him. Something about that thought made his heart jolt.

He may not know the true answer to his curiosity about you but he has learned your routine over the past weeks. You would draw your curtains back at five every day. Weather or not you worked at the small cafe that Donnie liked to order from. You would then feed your cat. At some point you would crack your window open. Sitting on a worn chair as you smoked. The smell of tobacco, vanilla, and coffee would float over to him on cold morning air.

When you were done you would exercise. Stretching then running on your treadmill. Then you would practice your boxing. He was right when he guessed it was a lifelong skill of yours. Watching as you ducked and weaved. Sometimes your would repeat the same thing over and over. Taking little breaks until you got it right. Then you would continue on. Following the movement until you could do it just as easily as you breathed.

Sometimes though you would meditate. Back straight and legs crossed. The morning light angled on your lap. A spot your cat like to lay on. Soaking up the warmth the sun had to offer. But more often that not he would find you still sitting on the floor. Gaze focused on nothing. Looking as if you had the entirety of the world on your shoulders. And maybe you did. Leo wold not pretend to know your life. Your journey to this point.

He gazed down to your phone in his hand when you disappear into another room. Falling back into the darkness of your home. When you had gotten home safely he had went back. Back to the place he two of you first met.

There was you phone. Rain soaked and cracked. The screen flickered when he hit the power button. The lock screen had you face. Lighter, smiling brightly. You were next to some dark haired person. Their face partially obscured by the broken screen. Before he could do anything else the phone had sputtered. Then died.

He should have just broken it. Tossed the damn thing into the trash bin next to him. But he didn't. Instead he had brought it to Donnie.Asking his brother if he could fix it. He could. Little surprise there.

That's what had brought on the teasing. Leo one one of the only ones out of his brothers that just. Didn't try.

Sure they had friends within the police department. But it was more of an acquaintance than anything else. They only saw them when at the building. But unlike Donnie, who liked to learn more about them, and Mikey, who craved interaction with his extroverted personality. Leo did little.Said even less. He was polite. Helped when needed. And that was about that. Even Raph would interact with them more. Mostly to mess with the newbies that would come in. But still.

Leo had taken their teasing in stride. Hiding it under the guise of just. Trying to be helpful. To keep one of the few civilians safe that knew of their existence. It was bullshit. Even to hi. here was something about you he wanted to find out. There was an air about you few had. He just . Leo had to know.

It looked as if he would find out sooner rather than later. You were back and writing on your window.

:Stalking? Mr. Ninja?:

Leo snorted a laugh as you poked your head out from beside the word ninja. Your writing as a chaotically pretty, sprawling script. You soon erased it then wrote.

:Want to come in?:

At that you unlocked a large window and swung it open. Looking as if you were just letting in the morning air. You then turned and left to go deeper into you apartment. The invitation was clear.

Does he risk it? Seeing you. Your home. He does have your phone. He's spent most of the week working up the courage to just. Leave it at that very window. And here you were, inviting him in.

In the end is own curiosity won out. Soon he he poking his head through your open window and almost pulls back when he see's you leaning against your kitchen counter. A white and gray cat winding between your legs.

Lwo shifts and the cat sees him. For a brief moment the two of them stare. Much to your amusement. Before Zeki is gone, darting into the open door of your bedroom.His little bell jingling wildly with him.

"Hello." Leo swallows. You set your cup down and motion to him to come inside with a ringed hand.

"You can come in. Ya know?" You laugh. "Or you can let the neighbours check out your ass. I know that Susan across the way won't complain." With that Leo is pulling himself inside. He steps behind a dark and thick curtain. Watching you intently as yo come forward. Closing the window and drawing the rest of the curtains close.

You were dressed lightly he noticed. Dark grey sweatpants hung from your hips. And you wore an even darker, loose, long sleeved t shirt. The sleeves of which were rolled up to your elbows. He could see the mottled bruising on your forearms. The broken, but healing, skin on your knuckles.

"You want something to drink? I've got coffee. Some tea." Leo's eyes followed you as you walked into the kitchen. "I've got some breakfast to." Your head nodded at your oven. You then went to your cabinet. Reaching for some mugs. When he didn't reply you glanced at him from over your shoulder.

"I don't bite. Ya know?" You said it so softly. Almost that nonchalant air from a moment ago.

Were you regretting this? He wondered. Inviting the mutant turtle into your home.

The smell of vanilla and tobacco was stronger now. And, strangely enough, so was the smell of rain.

"Tea. Thank you." The words felt thick in his throat.

"I've got early grey. Some black tea." You trailed off. Shuffling boxes and tins around in the cabinet above your sink. "There's some hibiscus and green tea as well." You look to him. A tin in each hand.

"Black tea would be nice. Thank you." Leo swallowed. Still watching you as you moved about in your kitchen. Everything about it felt so wrong. But oh so pleasant.

You were treating him like an old friend coming over for a visit. Overlooking the giant green turtle in the room. It. God. It was beyond nice to just. Be normal.

There was silence between the two of you. Nothing but the babbling of boiling water. The in and out of your shared breathing. If Leonardo paused, listened. He could hear people just now waking up. The thrum of the vehicles outside.

There. The cats bell jingled. Small feet pattered against a wooden floor.

Normal. This was normal.

When the tea is done you set it in front of him. Taking a seat across from him you motion for him to do the same. Leo worries for a brief moment that he'll break the small stool when it whines against his wait. Thankfully it holds.

You are holding your own cup of coffee. Staring down into the dark reflection of yourself that it offered. Your hands are trembling. Sending waves through your drink. Breaking up your already broken face. Your heart was fluttering and your breath felt as if though it were being pulled from your chest.

"Thank you." You tell him. Voice more even and sure than you felt. Leonardo on the other hand was shocked. Thank you? Your thanking him? For what? And he asked you exactly that.

"For helping me. For saving me?" More of a question. You lean back. Shoulders straight. It is now, as your face catches the light from a crack fro between the curtain, that he see's it.

A bruise is cradling your jaw. Your bottom lip is split and shiny. As if you had placed an antiseptic there. You nose was darkened. Purpled and slightly puffy around your eyes.

Those eyes catch him. Lit up by the morning sun. In that moment, for a brief second, Leonardo wondered what he looked like though those eyes.

A monster?

A saviour?

"Just. Thank you." Your face softened as you glance back down. "I'm sorry if it doesn't sound like I am. I'm. I'm not." You pause. Mouth a word. "I'm not good. At this." You tap your thumb on your lip. "But I am grateful. I don't think neutralized means to be taken out for a nice dinner." You let out a soft rush of air.

It is quiet again. Leonardo just. Takes it all in. Soaks in those words. No one. And he means no one. Has thanked him. Let alone any of them. Ever. His heart flutters. He licks at his lips. Takes a drink of his tea. The cup just a shy away from too small in his hand.

"Here." He places your now fixed phone in front of you. Quickly you placed your coffee to the side.

"Is that my phone?" You sound surprised, happy, and almost sad in away.

"Ya. I. Well i'm assuming that it's yours." His fingers skim across the counter and he pulls his hand away. "You face was on the lock screen." You open your mouth. Close it. Then your eyes and heave a shuddering sigh.

"You." You start. Fingers on your lips. "Thank you. God. Fucking thank you." He could see the almost tears in your eyes. "Jesus thank you." You are quick to grab the phone. Fingers softly brushing the unbroken screen.

Leo didn't really understand. He expected you to be happy, yes. But. This was different. It was more like you were relieved.

"I'm sorry if I seem weird. It just." You? Weird. He could almost laugh. But he doesn't as you stare at the phone. The light casting odd shadows on your face. "It was my sisters."

Was.

Leonardo did not bring it up.

Was. Was. Was.

"It's not weird at all." And when you look up at him ridiculously he added. "Honestly. Ninja's honor." His fingers crossed his heart. He would act the same if his brothers became a "was".

You were silent for a moment. Then break out into a soft laughter.

"Turtle. You tell me to forget you. Practically for the 'No one talks about fight club' rule. " You place the phone down. Elbow on the table. Pointing a finger at him you continue. "And here you are, watching me outside my home. Giving me back my phone. And I don't even know your damn name."

Leonardo was glad that blushing does not show up on his skinm

"I." He sutters. And He does not sutter. Leo clears his throat. "I was watching over you to make sure that the Foot hadn't figured out were you lived." There. The truth.

Mostly.

You laugh. "That better be the only reason Blue. I've gotten on people over less." You laugh. "You're not that hidden though. It always takes me a bit to find ya. Ya but. When I do your kinda hard to miss." What?

"What?" He asks and you laugh again.

"I've got keen eyes Blue. Hunters eyes. Gotta pick out the things that blend in." You look up at him though your lashes. Arms crossed over your chest. "My name is Y/n. By the way."

"Im Leonardo." You hold your hand out across the table and he takes it. Engulfing your hand with his. Your hand is the first to pull away. Smaller fingers skimming across the palm of his hand that has Leo suppressing a shudder.

"It's nice to meet you. Leonardo." Leo finds himself liking the way your mouth forms over his name.

"Now then. Ya hungry?" You pull away from the table. "Turtles each veggies right? I've got like. Tomatoes and shit." And this Leo laughs. Truly and genuinely.

"I mean ya but. I eat other things to." You nod your head at him. Smiling.

"Oh? Like what?" Leo feels light. Lighter than he's ever been before.

"Just about anything you can. Pizza. Steaks." He pauses. "People." You blanch at this and leo has a moment of panic that he just fucked up.

Then you are doubled over laughing. Hands on knees, wheezing laughter. Uttering "Ow Fuck." As you hold your ribs. You are still chuckling as you pull yourself upright. Delicately wiping away the tears from your eyes as to not hurt your already sprained nose.

"So, the protein powder just not enough anymore? I'd imagine you'd have to go through barrels of it to be as big as you." Leo is biting back his own laughter. If only you had seen Raph instead of him.

"It was. But then I just had to go straight to the source." This sent you into another bout of laughter. Leo felt as if he could float on this. Chasing after some unseen high off your mirth.

"God. Here.Just. Jesus that's funny." You hand him a large burrito wrapped in foil. It's so warm it almost burns him. "Hope you like sausage Blue." He did. Actually. Before he could open it though, his own phone vibrated in his pocket. Letting out some cheerful jingle Mikey had put on it.

:Where r u?:

:Bro ur missing practice.:

Shit.

"Sorry." He tells you. Standing up and pushing your stool back under your counter. "I've got to go." He didn't. Really didn't want to leave. And even less so when he caught that creastallen look on your face. You hand him back his burrito.

"Hey. It's all good Blue." The clenching of you jaw says otherwise. "I know nothing about this. Right?" You ask him. And normally he would agree. Tell you to forget about him. To forget everything you have seen.

"No. You. You can remember this." And if he could, if he was ever given the chance to see you again. He would pull more smiles just like the one brightening your face right now from you.

He is almost back to the window when you call out to him.

"Will I see you again Leonardo?" And he pauses. Swallows. And before he could back out, let the dimming courage in him die. He is giving you his number. Using the marker from earlier to write it onto your window.

"If the Foot ever give you trouble. Call this number." And with that he is gone. Leaving you to loo out an open window and fluttering curtains.

His phone number written in blue on the glass.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo #leonardo x reader #mutant ninja turtles #some type of drug

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ghostwriter-of-silly-things · 5 months

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Call Me Old Fashioned

»»——>❀♡ ship: poly! leo valdez x oc x jason grace

»»——>❀♡ warnings/tags: angst, panic attacks, trauma, nightmares, hallucinations, emetophobia warning, references to alcohol consumption, references to death, canon typical violence, oc is kind of a dick, oc cannot take care of himself, slowburn, angst, (eventual) friends to lovers. will update tags as i post/ as i change the story because i actually cannot let it lie

»»——>❀♡ status: ongoing

»»——>❀♡ Benjamin Harding was the latest newbie at Camp Half-Blood. Disoriented and unclaimed, he was shoved unceremoniously into the Hermes cabin, where he piled his few possessions into a small uninhabited corner. In the limited time he was there, he made a name for himself by befriending Clarisse, daughter of Ares, the unbefriendable and she made it seem her duty to protect him. Not that he couldn't defend himself, but it was the principle of the thing, a thing that both had sworn a blackmail-suicide pact on as soon as they befriended each other.

Most of the time he had spent at camp had either been in a comatose-like sleep that had been put to a stop much too fast, or violently throwing up a rainbow of disturbingly neon colours. Now, he was being shoved into a quest way before he was ready to even function again as a normal person, let alone a monster-fighting demigod. With zero choice in the matter and a tendency to pass out sporadically, what could go wrong?

-> finally uploading this thing that's been in my drafts for over a year. there are 100% spelling mistakes in there -- me and my beta reader are... Not Good at spelling but it's time to release this to the public i think.

it's the first part of a 7-part series i really truly hope to finish and the amalgamation of my autistic thoughts about the riordanverse. have at it ig.

it's kinda cringe but so am I (this is self-catering but some other people might like it)

Prologue

An Offer I Could Definitely Refuse, Yet Here I Am

Single And Incapable Of Mingle

I'm Not Delusional, Promise

Fire Resistant Bandanas

Item: Doubt

So Maybe I'm Not Okay

Time To Crawl Into A Hole And Die

Hey, One Question: What The Hell Are Feelings

The Sewer Is My Favourite Sightseeing Attraction

This Is Why We Don't Socialize With Evil Mythological Sorceresses

Benjamin And The Fortress Of Trust Issues

What Is This, Teen Wolf?

Oh My Gods We Were Roomates

Error 404: Sanity Not Found

Historical Fashion Fix feat. Aphrodite

Helicopters Are Worse Than Giants (In My Professional Opinion)

I'm Not Going To Say I Told You So

Ctrl + Z

You'll Be Walking Out Early But The Show Must Go On

My Eternal Punishment (cont.)

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #pjo series #hoo #hoo fandom #hoo fanfic #demigods #percy jackson fanfiction #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus fanfiction #leo valdez x oc #jason grace x oc #poly fanfic #slow burn #angst #angst with a happy ending #this is has been edited to death #someone take my phone away from me

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tendousthoughts · 3 years

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Yo yo yo... god that cringy but anyway! I would like to request something that I saw on another blog. It’s when the s/o has a fight with the boys and after it the boys go to the bedroom or somewhere to be alone but when they come out they see that their s/o is gone. In reality they just went outside for a walk to clear their head but our precious boyos panic that they left them for good.

I hope I explained that well I’m pretty new to requesting and stuff but I really love what you’ve written so far on your blog🥺

HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 1

Character(s) included: Sakusa & Iwaizumi

Warning(s): Foul language (cursing), flinching

Song of the day: Meteor Shower by Cavetown

A/N to ask writer: Heyo! Thanks for enjoying my content! I love this idea, thanks for sharing. If you were looking for a specific character(s) to be put in this prompt go ahead and shoot me a pm/dm, write another message in anon or non-anon, or just comment on this!

A/N: Heyo as you can see I’ve added a new section for people who are my ask box writers in answering too! I got some new rps but if anyone wants to chat! This prompt gave me a lot of space to work with and I’ve decided that it will always probably be a four part series as well or maybe five. I’m extremely sorry about the break I took. If you have any ideas what to call this please tell me lmao. If you have any requests please read my rules first! Sorry for my grammatical and spelling errors. Reblogs, follows, and likes are greatly appreciated!

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Sakusa

It was a one sided fight. As always. He was yelling and you just took it. It was your fault after all. You shouldn’t have touched his shit, but you did. So now you are here. Holding back your pathetic tears. A mouth full of words was pushing through your lips and soon they fell out. “Sometimes I wonder why you’re still with me..” you whisper, no longer able to push back your tears. “I mean I don’t know what you want from me anymore,” You mutter softly.

He sat their stunned for a moment, “Maybe I want to be alone, but fuck your so clingy and nosey.” He muttered softly. He looked up at you, disgust in his eyes. “You know sometimes I wonder what the hell happened to you at birth to make you this fucked up. We’re you dropped or something?” He screamed. His hands now balled up into fist. You’re scared. You’re not going to lie. As he steps forward you flinch and that brings him back to reality. Instead of saying something he backs off and slams the door. You sit there stunned.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper and leave, grabbing most of your stuff. What ever you can grab at that moment which happens to be your phone, keys, wallet, and jacket. You take a deep breath as you slip on your shoes and leave quietly. Locking the door after yourself.

I’m sorry

Your thoughts were all over the place as you got into your car. Grabbing your phone you turn it off. Not wanting any calls or texts. Expecting none, but that just might hurt you more. You take a deep breath and decide to drive nowhere on a random freeway. You start the car and leave.

Hours passed when Sakusa finally came out of the room, “y/n..?” He whispered softly. Now missing you as he didn’t know what he was doing. He looked around and soon realized some of your stuff was gone, and so were you.

He bit his lip running to his room as he called you. “Pick up.. pick up.. pick up..” he whispered.

Heyo! You’ve happened to miss me! I’m sorryyy but I am probably hanging out with my amazing boyfriend. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back soon! Anyways gotta go. I’m going to get in trouble with my boss if he catches me on my phone.

He bit his lip hearing the voicemail. It’s funny, he had never heard it before. Maybe it was because he never called and it was always you. Or maybe because when he did you picked up immediately. Unknowingly tears start to roll down his face. He fucked up. He knows he fucked up.

He lays down on the bed you guys share and just holds your pillow close. Tears rolling down his cheek. He calls again but waits till he can say something. “Y/n.. I’m sorry.. Please pick up. I’m sorry.” He sniffles as his tears fall. “I didn’t mean any of it.. please..” he whimpered softly as he knew it was no use. He ended the call and just cried for a few hours.

When night came he decided not to eat. He wasn’t feeling good as he tried to call you again. Yet not to his surprise he heard the same voicemail. Tears welled up as he heard your soothing voice. He couldn’t believe he made you so scared that you flinched away from him. “Y/n.. baby.. please.. I’m sorry.. I miss you.. I know I sound stupid and you probably want some space.. b..but please..” he hung up. Throwing his phone as he hugged your pillow closer.

At 11 pm you finally make it back. Hoping he is sleeping as you walk in. But to your surprise you can hear soft cries and whimpers coming from the room you share. You bit your lip softly as you gently put your stuff down. Softly taking a deep breath, you gently knock.

“Ba.. Sakusa..” You bite your lip as a couple seconds later you can hear the sound of someone fall or something and then you’re greeted with a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he whimpered softly as he just held on to you. “Please don’t go.” Fear was heard clearly in his voice.

You bit your lip. “Baby.. I’m right here.. take a deep breath.. I’m dirty Sakusa you gotta let me go..” you whispered worried how he might react later.

“No..” he whispered softly as he held on tighter. “P..please no..” he was scared.

“Okay okay.. I’ve got you.. no leaving..” you smiled softly as you gently held him. “I’ve got you..” you muttered softly. You gently held him kissing his head. You take off your jacket and make your way to the bed you guys share. Gently sitting down and Sakusa followed.

He hugged on to you immediately as tears flood his eyes. “I’m sorry.. I don’t want you to leave me and stuff.. I didn’t mean any of it..” he whispered softly “I love you so much.” He muttered.

“I love you too baby..” you whispered softly playing with his curly dark hair. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay.. I’m sorry baby..” you mumble softly.

“It’s my fault.. I got angry and I started yelling and.. a..and I wanted to show you how mad I was.. and I started to scream at you and I said that I didn’t want you to be so clingy.. I didn’t mean that. I missed you and when I went to find you I couldn’t.. and it scared me and I know I fucked it. And I know I shouldn’t have done that. When I saw you finch I didn’t know.. I..I just thought about how terrible I was acting and stuff..” he whispered softly. “When I tried to call you.. you didn’t pick up and then I heard your voicemail.. and I don’t know I just..” he was crying into your chest as he held on.

“Shush.. I’ve got you.. I’m sorry baby.. I know.. it was my fault okay? You didn’t mean too. I touched your stuff and I didn’t think about how you would feel.” You whispered softly, kissing his head softly. “I didn’t mean to worry you.. and you know I wouldn’t ever just leave you without saying anything. I won’t do that to you..” you whispered as he closed his eyes and just held on. “I’ve got you and won’t let you go I promise..” you whispered softly while holding him.

“I love you..” he whispered softly as he looked up to you. Tears in his eyes. “I love you so much..” he whispered.

“I love you too darling..” you smile softly. Holding him till he falls asleep. Once he does you close your eyes and fall asleep too.

Iwaizumi

He got jealous easily. Everyone knew that. He was the type to act on his jealousy. Not only that, but he acted upon them in irrotational ways. So when he heard that you were hanging out with a coworker, it wasn't an extreme surprise that he made a huge deal about it. Starting an argument as soon as you get back.

"Just tell me who the fuck he is!" He screamed, his voice echoed in the hallway. You weren’t even inside yet and he was already acting as if he was going to kill someone.

"Can I even just come in?" you look up at him. You’re clearly annoyed which might just make him more upset.

"Oh okay just come inside! Would you like something to drink too?” He said sarcastically.“Oh wait you went and had coffee already with this 'coworker'!" He screamed as you pushed your way through the door.

When you turn to him the door is already shut and he is waiting for an answer. “It’s a coworker I don’t need to repeat myself, and I won’t. I’m not going to not hang out with people because you want me too!” You scream. Here’s the thing. Your so fucking sick and tired of him pushing you around. You used to take his shit but a month or two ago you started to respond. There’s no fucking reason for his shit.

“Ya you know what. Maybe I would be okay with it if it wasn’t taking up our time together!” He screamed and at this point nobody is really understanding what the other is saying.

“Our time? Our time?! How fucking dare you. You’re always at work! I don’t get a word out before you kick me out of our office!” You look at him in annoyance.

“My work is something I can’t just ignore! So I don’t understand why you keep bringing it up! Your fucking coworker can wait can’t they? I mean you knew I was off today! Did the whole fucking date just skim over your head?” He screamed. Now everything sorta just clicks.

“Wait ba-” but before you can finish he had already left the room. A few brief seconds pass by and you are met with the sound of a door slamming. “Fuck..” you muttered softly.

A few minutes go by and you come to the idea that he wants some time alone. You are just coming home, and are already ready to leave. So you slip on your shoes and leave. Locking the door after you head out to go get some for him, full of his favorite snacks and stuff. Knowing full well that wouldn’t fix it but maybe it could make him a bit happier.

When you get to your car you get a pop up from your reminders app. You feel a wave of tears. “Fuck,” you muttered throwing your phone to the next seat over as you start to drive.

It takes about half an hour for him to notice you’re not there anymore. He doesn’t hear your footsteps or anything as he gets up to check. After a moment or two he knows you left for sure. “Fucking shit. Misses our date and then leaves..” he muttered softly as he headed to the shared room.

You arrived getting a few things as you don’t think about anything other than how to make him happy.

After an hour or two more he bit his lip softly now a bit worried if you’re okay. But he doesn’t call waiting an hour before he does so.

Ring…

Hello! It seems like you have sadly missed me. I can call you back as soon as possible! Just please leave a message! Bye bye!

It takes him a moment before he opts just to hang up. When he does he releases a shaky breath.

An hour later you get back with some stuff gently placing the stuff down as you take off your jacket and shoes.

Iwaizumi hears you scrambling up and running over. A sigh of relief falls as he sees you standing there. “Thank god..” he muttered softly, walking up to you.

You look over unsure what to say as you feel his arms tightly wrap around you. “I’m.. I’m sorry Hajime…” you whispered softly as tears welled up. You hugged him tight as you felt terrible. “I’m sorry…” you whisper again.

“Hey it’s okay.. I know you didn’t mean to.. I just.. I was upset because it feels like sometimes when I do make time for you something happens.. like last time and shit. But when I don’t it always seems like you’re free and I thought we knew we were both open today and I woke up without you there and then I found out you were having coffee with someone and everything just started crashing down you know..?” He whispered softly.

“I know baby.. I know.. I’m sorry.” You whisper as you hear soft cries come from him. “I’ve got you.. okay? I promise next time I will remember.. I know I messed up okay? You didn’t deserve that..” you whispered as he kinda just stays quiet and holds on. “I got you some goodies baby…” you whisper.

“Please don’t leave like that again.. it made me worried..” he whispered now finally telling you. “I thought you left for good..” he muttered softly, holding you “you didn’t respond to my calls either..” he whispered softly.

“I’m sorry baby.. I won’t.. and you know I wouldn’t do that to you.. I love you too much for that okay?” You bit your lip as you listened “I didn’t see them.. I’ll check why later.. okay? I’m sorry,” you whisper and kiss his head holding him close. Soon enough he drags you to your shared bed to cuddle.

“I love you..” he whispered softly, holding on.

“I love you too Hajime,” you smiled softly, kissing him. Soon enough he fell asleep, the stress finally lifted off his shoulders. You were in his arms again. That’s all that mattered.

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outivv · 2 years

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Request for a reader who received an electro vision with their S/O as the archons and Yae Miko?

Synopsis: s/o with electro vision

Warnings: not proofread

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: venti, zhongli, Ei, and yae miko

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: I’m writing this when I’m really tired, cause I couldn’t sleep so it may not be… top quality with spelling :’). Still hope you enjoy, and if there are any crucial errors I’ll go back and fix them later!

— venti —

Venti just kinda ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When he first meets you he probably says some Rhyme relating to your vision to flirt with you

Really doesn’t fight much though so you won’t get that electro swirl reaction often

Admires that you think you were recognized by the electro archon, but I feel like he so desperately wants to tell you the truth about visions.

— zhongli —

Like venti he doesn’t really fight, so no crystallize reactions. He may have fought often in his younger years but that was ages ago, he’s matured now.

Probably loves to tell you stories of great hero’s across teyvat who wielded electro visions.

If you fight often, he’ll definitely have a weapon made especially for you. Groceries? Haha you don’t need those! Here take this custom made sword instead. Yes he did spend all his money on it, but it’s fine!

— Ei —

Kinda just like “cool.”

Doesn’t really know what else to think other than “nice… ig?”

You basically having an existential crisis: “why’d you recognize me as worthy of this… I’m not worthy…”

Ei: “I don’t know I don’t really remember doing that 🧍”

Probably tells you the secret behind visions. It’s a threat to her eternity, but it helps you gain another level of knowledge, so it’s… kinda worth it. Half with it.

— yae miko —

Yae: “oh? You were recognized by the gods too? Hm… well you sure weren’t recognized by that stubborn one who’s currently in her own little realm.”

Lowkey talks shit about Ei, but it’s fine. All friendly banter.

Like Ei she’s kinda like “cool.” Doesn’t really have anything to say.

Definitely gets you a matching earring like hers to hold your vision, depending on your visions size of course.

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fakescenariosbeforesleepblog · 2 months

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What once was. Pt2.

Alex Keller x reader (code name: boomslang)

My idea was to write 2 alternative endings. I hope i did it well, maybe one of the two stories is good enough as the first part.

WARNING: it's long, violence and mentions of blood maybe? Spelling and grammatical errors.

Alex saw you leave, a lot of memories popped up in his mind, every interaction with you had a new perspective, your words affected him. He found himself Wondering why he never noticed before and asking himself if it's true what you said "You fell for someone who is too busy to notice you".

You planted a lot of thoughts in his mind. Now your smile, the sound of your laugh, your voice, the sound of his name falling from your lips, the way you squeezed his arm to let him know you were there, all that running on his mind, suddenly love is more important than any war, any target. Now the necessity to touch you, hear you, being around you is his highest priority.

This didn't pass unperceived by Farah, she noticed him distracted and even distant with everybody around.

- Alex... Did you hear what I said?

- uh? Oh! For sure, I'm sorry, I think that's a good idea.

- Yeah... alright, we have to talk. You've been distracted since you saw your friend, I don't know what happens between both of you and I don't want to know, what I want to know is if that is going to affect you in battle because if that's the case then you don't have nothing to do here...

- No, no, I'm fine, I'm just tired.

Farah is too smart, Alex knows she didn't believe it. She is not angry she's actually looking at him calmly and giving him a soft small smile. For the first time since they met, she was looking at him, talking about what she perceived on him.

- Alex, I appreciate what you, price and all of them have been doing to help here, you more than anyone else, but I'm serious, i don't want you to stay here if you have unsolved... Situations that will keep you out of the game. Think about it.

Alex contemplated the idea of leaving but you said nothing between you and him would be the same, then what's the point of leave if you're not going to forgive and give him one more chance? If he never goes, he will never know, no?

You were at home, as a reward for a successful mission, Price let you go home for a few days, you were in silence fixing your Car, preparing it for a good "wax and polish" when someone knocked at your door, which is strange since no one but Price and Laswell are the only ones that know your location.

You ran to the door, cleared your throat and were ready with your gun behind your back.

- Who is it?

- Y/N, I'm... Alex.

You didn't respond, not because you were trying to be rude but you couldn't believe what your ears were hearing.

- Y/N please open the door, I will not leave, I will sleep on your door if it's necessary.

- What are you doing here? You should be with Farah, no? And How did you find my place?

- Too many questions and I will answer all of them if you open the door, please.

There was silence, Alex was ready to sit on the floor when the door opened and there you were, god, you looked so attractive, you were wearing shorts and a grey t-shirt, some dust in your cheeks and arms.

- Come in... Are you going to stay there staring? Let's go.

He stood up and walked in before you could change your mind, you felt a flame growing in your chest but tried to keep the distance.

- Fixing your car?

- Yeah... some details. Can I offer you something to drink?

- Ah... Yeah, water please.

(Why did you ask for water? You need tequila or something strong to help you to go through this) Alex said to himself, he wasn't expecting to see you like that, you look so... Perfect.

You put the glass on the coffee table and stayed there, looking at him, he was wearing a Black compression shirt and cargo pants. God, he looks so good, it's not fair, it's not fair, you will not resist...

- So, I'm here because I begged to Price for hours to give me your address...

- Why? What do you want? I think I was very clear...

- Because you're right, I messed up, I ruined our friendship, I ran to someone else letting you behind, I'm an idiot...

- Yes, you are... And don't think I will...

- I haven't finished...

He interrupted your complaining, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continue.

- i'm an idiot, because I thought I found the woman of my dreams, my accomplice, my... Soulmate in Farah, when in reality... all this time, I had her beside me... I'm an idiot because only when I saw you leaving and after that discussion I realized it.

He stood up and walked to you, you were stepping back until the wall of the room touched your back, Alex held your hands and kneel down. You don't feel strong enough to act cold and distant, you feel something in your stomach, are those butterflies?, the flame inside your chest growing more and more, you're doing your best to not let your tears out again.

- Y/n, I know it won't be easy, but I really need you to forgive me, I need a chance to prove I won't be an idiot ever again... I'm not asking you to forgive me, I'm asking you to give me one opportunity to earn your forgiveness and your heart. Can you do that for me?

Anybody else would ask you to just accept the apology and you would easily reject it, but not Alex, he's always been better than any other guy you met before and he knows you more than anyone else, he knows it won't be easy and still... Is taking the risk.

It took you a few minutes but you made your decision, you kneeled down too and nodded in silence, avoiding his eyes, he took your chin softly and made you look at him. Those soft eyes, that smile brighten like the stars, he's staring at you, every facial feature, even when you cry you look pretty.

He didn't kiss your lips, he knew it was not the right time, at least... not yet, in exchange he kissed your nose and forehead, he held you in his arms whispering «thank you, thank you, love»

You finally give him a smile, you missed him so much, you missed his touch, his perfume, everything about him.

- Don't ruin it this time Keller.

- I won't, love... I won't.

You were in the helicopter, drying more tears, when... « Here 1-0-5 reporting, Missile approaching, I repeat, we're under attack...» the next second you were on the ground, there was fire and smoke, there was something on your stomach, a tree branch, you saw a man approaching to you...then everything went dark.

Farah received a call a few days later, Price was trying to make contact with you, unfortunately you never answered, in fact, the last time they had your location was when the helicopter fell.

- We don't know what happened, we've been trying to contact her, we need people to check the place and find anything that could tell us where she could be.

- We'll go to help, send the coordinates.

«ALEX!» he was watching the sunrise in the ceiling of the building when he heard Farah.

- here you are! Get ready, we have work to do.

- what's wrong? What are we going to do?

- Boomslang... She is missing, we have to go.

He never moved faster than he did after hearing Farah's words, she gave him all the details, when they arrived just found a destroyed helicopter, the body of the soldier who was operating it, your backpack and dry blood. Who took you away? Did u walk by your own? A lot of questions ran through his mind.

- We found the place Sir, we found everything but her. Someone arrived before us... There were some footprints, dry blood.

That's all Alex could find, Price promised he would find you. And a few weeks later, Price called with not very good news, the terrorist attack in that plane, they found something hard to believe.

- I want everybody to observe these photographs of the cameras in the airport...

- That looks like... Makarov.

Ghost was the first one to say something.

- Well done, that's him. But now watch this.

There you were, holding Makarov's hand, you had a ponytail, wearing black clothes and sunglasses. The next photo was you again, kissing his cheek while you disappeared on the tunnel to the plane.

- There's no way, that cannot be her.

Soap was speaking with pain in his voice, you and him are friends, he knows you're better than that, you're not a traitor.

- we need to obtain more information, but at the moment that's what we have and here's where Farah and Alex get in, the plane is in a zone close to you, you will go to look for more clues, anything that can tell us what the hell is going on.

- You can count on us, captain.

Farah was ready to end the call when Alex interrupted.

- Cap, what will happen if we find out that boomslang is with Makarov?

- Well... She will be under investigation, interrogatories...

- She's not capable of it, she wouldn't be a traitor, she's probably a hostage.

- We don't know yet, Soap...

You landed at the place of the plane's accident, Makarov gave you your first task to prove your loyalty to him, since you and him apparently have chemistry, he just wanted to be sure you wouldn't betray him.

You knew someone would appear to look for information, but you certainly weren't expecting to see Farah and Alex. You let Farah on her own, you observed Alex, following him in silence until a tree branch appeared on your way, Alex jumped on you without noticing that he was attacking you, you pushed him away and kicked him on his chest, he fell off and you put your knife against his neck.

- Y/N? What the hell are you doing?

- Shh!

- We've been looking for you, is Makarov forcing you to do what you did?

- No, no one forced me, I did it because I wanted.

- you're wrong y/n, you're making a mistake, please, we can solve it, we will talk with Laswell and Price, we can solve it.

«echo! Echo, there's people arriving, I need you to cover me»

He noticed, you were cold and sure of your actions, were you really betraying them?.

- You will die, Farah will not survive alone with all those soldiers.

«Echo!! They're a lot, where are you?»

- you're on his side now? Why?

- Makarov showed me the power of my anger, the desire for revenge, I want you to see how your pretty Farah lost everything, I want you to feel what I felt when she decides to leave you behind.

« I'm hurt, Echo, I need help, I found what Price needs, come here now!»

Alex tried to fight you, he felt hurt, your words were still hurting him, he threw you away and you hit a tree, he ran away, new tropes appeared, you ran to one of the soldiers and asked him to give you his sniper.

You started to shoot, over and over, until you lost him. You ordered the soldiers to kill both of them.

Silence filled the air until you heard a shot, near you, you walked following the sound just to find yourself in front of them.

You were quick, you shot at Farah on her leg and feet, she fell in pain. Alex kneeled down to check Farah's.

- Y/N! Stop! You're not like this, you're better, everybody trusted you, don't make a mistake.

- Oh Alex, Alex, it is too late, now you will see Farah's hope burning, I will enjoy every minute of your suffer.

Another shot went directly to Alex's shoulder, then another on his leg, he's in pain, the perfect chance to take the evidence, that's what Makarov requested, he just needed to eliminate all evidence of his participation in this.

You got close to them, just to say.

- I did it, I planned the attack on that plane, Tell price and the boys I'm sorry for the Betray but I chose the winner's side.

In that moment another truck arrived, there he was, Makarov waiting for you, observing you, the devil's eyes, that smile was intoxicating you.

You walked and gave him the evidence, Alex was trying to stand up, Farah was looking for her gun when Makarov's voice invaded their ears.

- I want to thank you, both of you, this woman fell in my arms thanks to you, don't ever underestimate a woman's anger, her rage can take her too far. You will hear about us, too soon.

You and Makarov disappeared, Farah fainted while Alex was trying to contact someone to go and help them, he wanted to scream, Makarov took advantage of your anger and your broken heart, this wouldn't happen if he never left you, he was regretting every second that he spent away from you, and he would regret it even more in the future.

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http-jeetjisungjult-skz · 2 years

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Voyeurism (l.m.h) 4

Word Count: 3318

a/n: Thank God I edited this because I wasn’t going to but thought oh what the hell and I asked myself after editing “Was I drunk writing this?” the spelling errors where HORRIBLE. anyway. I know it had been forever so I gave you guys this little snippet. I hope it’s enough until next time I find enough motivation haha...

“I’m a little concerned about my, Y/n…” Felix said, standing above you as you ate your lunch.

“Very funny, Lix…” you said dryly as he slid into the seat beside you.

“Seriously. You haven’t been to a frat party in like a month. What gives?”

“Just not feeling it…” you said, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Are you still grieving over changbin?”

“He’s not dead, Lix!” you snapped before sighing. “I-I dunno… Maybe it was wrong of me. I just felt… dirty…” you mumbled. “I still feel dirty… getting used by them.”

Felix nodded. “I get that,” he agreed. “So have you been keeping up on everyone?” You shook your head. You had felt so off you hadn’t even been focusing on everyone’s Paraphilias. “Geeze, something must be really wrong then.” He sighed, “Hey look... just because cuckolding and exhibitionism isn’t your thing doesn’t mean that you don’t like sex! Right?”

“You can stop trying to make me feel better…”

“I’m serious!” Felix assured. “Seungmin and I don't do anything weird!”

“God, just you and Seungmin being together is weird in general,” you shuttered.

“Ouch, harsh,” Seungmin chuckled, walking up and handing a coffee to Felix. Decaf of course. “But seriously, it’s depressing seeing you like this.”

“What would you like me to do, Seungmin? Call Minho up and ask for a good fuck?”

“Maybe,” Seungmin smirked.

You scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Look,” Felix started. “Right now, everyone pretty much sees you as off limits. You need to fucking someone and spread a rumor so that people know you’re up and running again!”

“But I’m not up and running, Felix.”

“Yeah, well let’s fix that. How about… him!” Felix said, pointing across the cafe.

You choked on your coffee. “Chris Bang?” you shrieked. All three of you quickly looked away as he turned at the sound of his name. “Are you crazy?!” you spat in a hushed tone after he turned back around.

“Well he’s very available.”

“Yeah because he’s the president of Sigma Kappa Zeta and he’s very picky! What makes you think he’ll just sleep with me for shits and giggles?!”

“Um, free blowjob?” Seungmin guessed sheepishly.

I need new friends. I need new friends.

“Um, never say that again,” you said with a tight smile.

“We just need to give you a bit of a glow up, you’re looking very… comfy…” Felix laughed nervously.

“I will kill you.”

“I know you will,” Felix whimpered, hiding behind Seungmin.

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“I feel ridiculous,” you hissed at Felix as he pushed you into the student events center.

Felix had somehow convinced you to get dressed into a tight black lace dress for the fraternity Halloween bash and you felt like a slut in a porn film that was about to get railed. Along with the dress was a pair of black lingerie under, along with a cute little bowtie, black bunny ears and a fluffy black bunny tail. You whined as he shoved you.

“You look hot, now let’s go!”

“N-no! I don’t want to!” you cried, pushing away from the door.

“Come on, y/n.”

“This thing shows every fat fold!”

“Yeah! Cause you’re sexy! Now go!”

You pouted as he finally got you into the venue. “Felix!”

“Come on, Sexy!” He said, fixing your tail.

“This is dumb…”

“It is not, now let’s go get Mr. Bang’s attention!”

“Shush!”

“Alright, how about this. You go get some drinks for a confidence boost for the both of us, and I’ll go scope out where Mr. Hottie is,” Felix winked before walking off in his vampire costume.

You sighed, pulling your own dress down as you walked over to the refreshments table. You began to pour a cup before a familiar voice began talking behind you, startling you, and making you drop the cup on the floor, spilling the punch.

“Shit…”

“Well… look who it is,” Minho tisked, standing in a devil costume. Ironic. You ignored it. “Come on, love. Haven’t you missed me?”

“Fuck off,” you mumbled as you poured a new cup. Minho didn’t find it amusing.

“What the fuck is your problem with me?”

“I never asked you to bother me. Leave me alone. You’re like straight out of a horror movie! Stalker...”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Minho scoffed.

“Let me spell this out for you. Get the fuck out of my way, Lee Minho,” you said, holding onto the cup with a death grip.

“Oh let me guess. You had feelings for our little Binnie, but I ruined it?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you spat. “Why don’t you go bother one of your whores and fuck them on a table in front of everyone, yeah?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter,” you spat, “and honestly it’s sad how you’ve missed me so much after all this time,” you said before turning to walk away.

Minho’s blood boiled and he took the spiked punch in his hand, throwing it at you. You froze as the red solo cup made harsh contact with your back, the punch splattering all of your dress, the sticky liquid beginning to drip down your legs. Your body tensed as you moved to turn back to him, but the liquid on the floor, and the lack of tread on your heels, caused you to slip and fall, landing harshly on your ass.

Your eyes filled with furious tears as Minho laughed at you obnoxiously. Him staring down at you, while everyone around you did nothing but laugh, was humiliating. You felt horrible, sliding around the wet floor before a hand reached out.

At first you thought it was Minho attempting to further humiliate you, but as you looked up there was one boy unamused by the accident. He was dressed as a prince (how fitting), his hand held out in front of him as he waited for you to accept it, and with any dignity you had left, you took it.

He eagerly pulled you up, wrapping his arm tightly around you as you began to lose your footing once again. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I’m all sticky.”

“I like sticky…” he blurted without a thought, and you giggled, looking into his eyes. All the other laughing had stopped, and everyone had found the situation boring, going off to find something more interesting.

“Y-you-” you giggled. “You like sticky?”

“Ah… I guess that sounds pretty bad, huh?”

“Depends on who you ask,” you said, your eyes glimmering with curiosity. You had never seen this boy before. “I’m y/n.”

“I’m Han Jisung,” he smiled.

“Thanks for helping me up,” you said, peeking around his arm to see Minho storming off like a child.

“Minho was being immature,” Jisung assured as you carefully took a step away.

You stopped moving. “Oh, you know him?” you asked disappointed.

“Yeah! He’s actually my frat brother. He’s an ass though,” Jisung shaking his head. “Chan tells me to stay away from him.”

“You’re in that frat?” you asked. “I’ve never seen you at a party…”

“I’m not a fan of parties…” he chuckled nervously. “The only reason I’m at this one is because we’re required.”

“My friend forced me to come to this one,” you said, pulling down your dress once again. “He dressed me too…”

“He did a good job…” Jisung said, looking you over.

“O-oh…” you blushed, “Thank you…”

“You look… wow…”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “You look cute…”

“Y/n! Come on! Mr.- Oh…” Felix pouted looking Jisung over.

You raised your eyebrows at Felix. “Did you not just see that whole scene?”

“I was too busy staring at Mr. Bangs ass…” he whispered in your ear, and you rolled your eyes.

“Lix, this is Jisung,” you introduced.

“Oh, I know,” Felix nodded.

“You know?”

“He’s actually my model in art! In return, I sing on some tracks for him,” Felix said. “He’s also my roommate! He has hell of a body-”

“Are you two…?”

“Oh, no,” Jisung assured. “He is, but I’m straight.”

“Oh, I know,” you smiled. “He’s dating my best friend.”

“Anyway,” Jisung chuckled, amused. “Lix, would you let me dance with y/n?”

“Oh!” he said, before pulling off of you. “Of course!”

“Is Minnie coming?” you asked Felix as you stepped away.

“Yeah. He’s probably gonna dress up like something dorky,” Felix snickered as Jisung pulled you.

“Tell him, I’ll catch up with him later!”

“Will do!”

As Felix finished talking, you turned to walk with Jisung before beginning to dance with him.

“Hand policy?” Jisung joked.

“Cute. You’re asking before you grope me,” you smirked.

“Hey! I never said anything about groping. Maybe that’s what you want though…?” he joked.

“Hand Policy? Whatever you’re feeling…”

He smiled. “I like the sound of that.” He immediately gripped your waist and you melted into his touch against your own will. His hands were firm but gentle, strong but careful. You wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile.

“So, you’re in a frat, huh? You don’t seem like the type…” you hummed.

Jisung chuckled, shaking his head, “I know Chan from music theory. He convinced me. Said it would be good for me, and would help me come out of my shell.”

“And?”

“I still hate big crowds,” Jisung shrugged. “But I’m glad I came today. Otherwise I wouldn’t be dancing with a beautiful girl.”

“Oh please,” you excused blushing before his eyes flicked down to your lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked up into his pretty eyes, large and seemingly filled with the most delicious chocolate. Without thinking, you answered him by pressing your own lips against his. He hummed against your lips, his hands wandering lower to your ass, squeezing gently. You sighed, pressing against him more, and tightened your arms around his neck.

An hour and a half later, one dance led to a make-out session which led to being slammed against the inside of Han Jisung’s dorm door as his hands were between your legs, his lips on your neck.

“J-jisung… please…” you gasped as he rubbed your clit over your very thin panties.

“Say it, again…” Jisung purred.

“Please, Jisung…” you moaned. “Please, just fuck me already…”

“Glady,” he mumbles into your ear, unbuckling the pants to his costume and pulling up your dress. He led you over to his bed before reading for a condom and slipping it on.

“Jisung…” you whined.

“Okay! I’m here,” he said, kicking off his pants before placing himself above you. “Fuck, you look so fucking beautiful,” he purred, moving to kiss your lips as he stroked his cock.

“Please…” you said, rolling your hips and Jisung hissed before pushing his length into you slowly. “Oh fuck yes!”

Jisung chuckled, “there’s more.”

“Mmm give me it all… I can take it, please… give me your cock Ji…”

“You think?” he said with hooded eyes as he pushed his cock so deep, it was deep enough to hit your cervix.

“F-fuck…” you whimpered, clenching around him. “R-ruin me, Sungie…” you cried.

“Gladly,” he grunted before beginning to ram into you at an overly eager speed. If he continued, you were sure to cum within a minute or two. “Take my cock so good.”

“Sung!” you cried, reaching for his hand. He instantly responded, intertwining his fingers with yours before pressing a hot, messy kiss on your lips. You squeezed his hands tightly, as your walls clenched around his dick, and with a cry against his lips you were coming around him.

“So good,” he grunted, before he could feel his cock twitch and he was coming hard into the condom. “F-fuck…”

You took a heavy breath, moving to take off the rest of your costume. “I want more…” you whimpered, pulling at his shirt and smiled as he pulled off.

“More huh?” He panted.

“More of your cock…” you whined, thrusting up around him. “More…”

“Okay,” he mumbled, making sure every piece of clothing was on the floor. You eagerly took his hands and placed them on your breasts. “Come on, Sungie…”

Jisung moaned at the way your tits looked in his hand, and you could feel him growing hard inside of you once again. “So perfect,” he mumbled, reaching down to kiss them.

“Want to… want to fuck them?” You purred and his eyes lit up with eager lust. “Yeah?” You giggled.

“Can I?” He said, moving to take off the full condom as he pulled out.

You nodded. “Please…”

“They’re so perfect,” he said, admiring your tits as you pushed them together with your hands. Eagerly, he pushed the head of his semi hard cock against the valley if you’re breasts before pushing him length between the soft mounds of fat and skin.

“Hmm, you like this?” You teased as Jisung quickly began to lose control.

“Shit baby, your tits are fucking hot.”

“Yeah? You gonna cum all over my pretty tits?”

“Ah, s-shit…” he stuttered as his dick began to twitch again. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head in pleasure as you watched the head of his cock peek out from between your boobs with each thrust.

You looked up at him, sticking out your tongue, ready to taste his cum, or any cum for that matter, for the first time. The sight of you with your tongue out through Jisung over the edge and soon thick spurts of cum shot all over your face.

“Shit…” he moaned, reaching for a few tissues as you licked up what you could.

You kept your grip on him as he plopped beside you. Though it was a bit quick, you remember the talk you had with him before, and knowing that he was just as inexperienced as you comforted you in a way you didn’t know you could be.

“Are we going to sleep?” you asked confused, and Jisung began to sit up. “Wait here…” he said, getting out of bed. You watch curiously as he disappeared into his closet.

“Here,” he said, throwing you his yellow flannel. “It’s really warm.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, wrapping it around you as you curled up under his sheets. Jisung smiled before pulling back the blankets and climbing in beside you.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen,” he hums, burying his face in your neck as he wraps his arms around you. “You’re perfect.”

“D-don’t be ridiculous,” you whispered.

“I mean it,” he said before letting out a yawn. “I liked you a lot…”

You looked at him with wide eyes. Had you two not just met? “I-I like you a lot you too…”

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“You fucked my roommate?” Felix asked, shocked. “Wow! I mean, I could feel the tension but I didn’t know you guys would actually fuck!”

“It was really good…” you smiled.

“I bet! Jisung is totally hot!” Felix chirped and you began to giggle, seeing Seungmin’s expression. “Of course, so is my own boyfriend…” he laughed awkwardly.

“Mhm,” Seungmin tisked. “No more coffee for you.”

“Whatever!” he excused. “y/n, tell us about the sex!”

Your eyes grew wide. “Would you shut up?! We’re in a public place!”

“Right…” Felix smiled sheepishly. “My bad…”

“It was… good…” you smiled. “He’s really sweet. Good aftercare… great body…” you began to zone out in a daydream.

“Oooh I think y/n is finally in love!” Felix cheered.

Seungmin scoffed. “Oh come on, Felix. She’s known this guy for a day.”

“But he’s a really good guy!” Felix pouted. “I mean it!”

“You only think that because he’s hot,” Seungmin scoffed again.

“Aw… did I hurt little Minnie’s feelings?” Felix teased, and Seungmin huffed, turning away. “Of course, you’re much hotter than him. Especially when you-”

“Okay!” you interpreted. “I don’t want to hear about it!”

“Oh come on, Y/n. Don’t you want to hear about our kinks?”

“No!” you answer immediately. “I do not.”

“Boring!” Felix complained before leaning against Seungmin.

“Well… I have math class to get to,” you said, getting up from your seat.

“Sure you do,” Seungmin scoffed, watching you go. “Don’t get pregnant!”

“Shut up!” you squeaked. “I really do have math,” you said, your face burning before running off away from the dining hall, but unfortunately for you, someone had began to pick up on your routine.

“So, where you headed sweetheart?” Minho asked, pulling off the wall he was leaning against to follow you.

“You again, really?” you scoffed. “I thought maybe cussing you out would talk some sense into you.”

“Very cute.”

“I’m not cute,” you snapped. “Now leave me alone.”

“No,” Minho said, with a smirk. “I think I’m going to make your life a living hell.”

“It’s not going to work this time you know? Jisung isn’t completive like Changbin is, and he actually likes me.”

“You sure he just doesn’t like your tits?” Minho scoffed. “I mean, there kind of small, but hey they’re boobs right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Jisung likes me for more then just my tits. He’s not superficial like you. He’s not a fucking whore.”

Minho smirked as he cut you off by stepping in front of you. “But you are.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Really? Cause last time I checked you fucked two guys within the span of an hour, and one of them was in the middle of a frat party.”

Your face began to heat up in anger. “You manipulated me!”

“Did I?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “Prove it.”

“What the fuck is your problem?!”

“You are, y/n. You’re my problem.”

“Then just leave me alone!” you cried, shoving him to the side. You wouldn’t give into his manipulation. You wouldn’t let him just bend the story like that!

Minho harshly grabbed your arm making you cry out in pain. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I please.”

“Minho!” a voice suddenly snapped, and you turned your head so that your tearful eyes could see who was there. Chris Bang. What horrible luck you had. He would probably scold you for causing drama in his frat, or being a whore like Minho said you were, but he surprised you.

“Why are you bothering her again?! I thought you and Changbin had an agreement.”

Minho rolled his eyes, looking around. “I don’t see Changbin around anywhere. Do you, Chan?”

“Cut the shit.”

“We were just having a civilized conversation,” Minho said, but Chan cocked his eyebrow in doubt as he looked at your obviously upset expression. You only avoided his gaze, looking at the ground like a kicked pup. You didn’t want to cause anymore trouble.

“Sorry for the trouble,” Chan apologized, nudging Minho to walk. “We’ll be leaving you alone from now on.”

“T-thank you…” you managed to say.

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yummyyume · 3 years

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Of Love and Sunlight - Part 02

Here it is! To be perfectly honest with all of you, this part has been written first. There will be a part 03, somewhen in the future. I just need to write it. And there are some tentatives plot bunnies for a part 04. So we’ll see how it works out.

You can visit my AO3 if you want. I’ll post Of Love and Sunlight there soon.

Part 01

Hope you all like it!

Tittles are adapted from Sunlight by Hozier, because I love this song and I didn’t have any idea how to name this series.

I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors, English is not my first language. I hope it’s still intelligible.

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Hold me, carry me slowly

Marinette opens her front door tiredly. It’s far too early for anyone to be bothering her yet. She’s only awake because the twins are going to start fussing soon, and despite her short night, she prefers waking up with her alarm than with her babies’ cries. It tends to make her panic if they’re the ones waking her up, because her mind immediately wonders what’s wrong instead of remembering that it’s feeding time.

She’s not expecting to see Jon and Damian on her front step. She hurriedly steps out and closes the door behind her to bare them entry, leaving only a sliver open so she’ll hear her babies if anything happened.

“What are you doing here?” She hisses, glaring.

“We wanted to talk to you, Marinette,” Damian replies, words mild, expression politely blank, while Jon looks both hopeful and sheepish.

Marinette’s blood boils.

“I have nothing to say to either of you!” She snaps back. “You made it perfectly clear that you want nothing to do with me! Well, I don’t want anything to do with you!”

It’s only because she knows him so well that she sees Jon’s flinch at her words, but despite that he takes a step forward, careful not to touch her. Marinette takes a step back and curses the fact that the door is in the way.

“Marinette, we’re sorry. We’re really, really sorry for everything and we would like to talk. Please.”

And Marinette has always been weak to Jon’s earnest tone and puppy dog eyes. She wants to let them in and listens to what sort of flimsy excuses they came up with, because she missed them. She missed them so much, but they broke her heart and she’s not ready to let them break her babies’ hearts too.

Just as she’s about to open her mouth and tell them to get lost, there’s a sharp wail coming from the bedroom and at their suddenly alert expressions, she knows they heard it too. She closes her eyes just as a second wail starts and she knows there’s no getting rid of them now.

“Are you…” Jon starts, eyes fixed intently on the door. “Marinette, are you babysitting?”

She only sighs in answer and opens the door to get back inside. She doesn’t close it in their face as much as she wants to, because she knows they’re about to follow.

The girls are both fussing in their crib and Marinette scoops Scarlet up for a nappy change. She takes the time to put Asha’s pacifier back into her mouth before moving to the changing table.

“There, there. No need to cry. It’s just a soil nappy. We know how to take care of those.” She coos gently. “There, you go. All clean. I’m going to change Asha now and then we’ll have a nice breakfast, okay?”

She puts Scarlett back in the crib despite her complains and repeats the whole process with Asha.

She can feel the boys’ eyes on her, and it makes her want to lash out.

“Are they ours?” Damian demands.

“They’re mine,” she snaps, not looking at him. “There’re no fathers list on the birth certificates. They don’t need any dads, they have me.”

“But they’re ours, right?” Jon presses, tone so hopeful, but Marinette refuses to answer. That’s an answer in itself.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you call?” Damian speaks again.

“I called you!” She hissed, eyes blazing in anger, but keeping her tone even so as not to upset her babies too much. “I called you and left voicemails and then both your numbers were disconnected, and I got the message! If you didn’t want anything to do with me, then I didn’t want anything to do with you either!”

“I didn’t change my number,” Damian says slowly, eyes never leaving the little face on the changing table. And then what he said seem to register and he retrieves his phone with a deep frown to swipe through the apps. “It’s not the same number.” He then looks at Jon with an almost wide-eyed look and Jon takes out his own phone to seemingly so the same manip.

“Me too,” he reveals, shocked. “Someone changed our numbers. Damian!” He hisses, this time with a glare for his boyfriend.

“Marinette, can you please give us the possibility to explain-”

“I’m this close to throw you both out, Damian! There’s nothing you could say that would make anything that you did okay!” She replies hotly.

“Please, Mari,” he pleads. “Please, just hear us out. You can throw us out after. I promise, if you want us to go, we will.”

Jon doesn’t add anything, but he bites his bottom lip and nods jerkily.

“Just… just go. Wait in the living room. I need to feed the girls.”

They both listen, thankfully. Marinette needs a minute.

Someone changed their phone numbers? Without their consent? That seems stupid and unfeasible, but… but she wants to believe them. She missed them. God, she missed them so much.

Marinette fusses a bit with Asha’s onesie and tries to make a list of all the reasons why she shouldn’t let them back in her life. When Scarlett makes an impatient noise that announces her readiness to cry again, Marinette knows that she can’t wait any longer. She scoops the girls with their favorite plushies and goes to the living room.

Damian and Jon are sitting squished on the armchair beside the couch.

Marinette sighs again and sits carefully in front of the couch on the plush carpet. It takes some maneuvering, but soon Asha is leaning across her lap, gently sucking her pacifier and looking at Marinette with all the trust her little baby heart knows. Marinette arranges the Tikki plushy on her tummy so she can grasp it.

“Let’s feed Scarlett,” she tells her daughter. “You know she’s always hungry.”

She then uncovers her left breast and, removing the pacifier, guides Scarlett to her nipple. The baby latches onto it and start sucking greedily, her little fingers kneading Marinette’s sleep shirt.

And then she waits. She’s not going to make things easy for them.

Jon is the first to move, seemingly transfigured by the sign of his daughter. He stands up in the living-room to face her.

“It’ll be easier to show you.” He says, before starting to spin so fast he’s only a blur, but when he stops, he’s wearing Superboy’s uniform and Marinette feels like a stone has dropped to the bottom of her stomach.

“I’m Superboy,” Jon tells her almost gently, as if he doesn’t want to spook her.

“And I’m Robin,” Damian utters after him. He hasn’t moved from the armchair, but there’s a green domino mask between his fingers.

“Oh,” Marinette says quietly, before she drops her gaze to Scarlett’s face. Her daughter has closed her eyes while she’s nursing.

Marinette… Marinette doesn’t know what to say. She knows what it means to be a hero. She used to be one, after all. She knows the sacrifices, the missed opportunities and the excuses. She knows the necessity for a secret identity and what it means to trust someone with it.

“You broke my heart,” she admits in a whisper, because what else can she say in the face of that, and she can feel her eyes prickle with tears.

Jon drops to his knees in front of her, back in his jeans and hoody.

“I’m so sorry, Mari. I never wanted to do that. It broke mine too to end things, but we couldn’t tell you.”

“We asked for the permission to tell you our identities,” Damian says, kneeling beside Jon on the carpet to face her, “but we were denied.”

“We had a long mission,” Jon continues. “Dad, Aunt Kara, Conner and me, as the last Kryptonians, were asked to help two planets come to an understanding. They were at war and their whole solar system was suffering from it. The mission was to stop the war long enough for a ceasefire and then helps with negotiating a peace treaty. Green Lantern helped and Damian-”

“I wasn’t going to let Jon walks into a dangerous fight without back up,” Damian cuts him off.

“I’m basically indestructible!” Jon replies without any real heat, proving it was an old argument. “And Dad, Aunt Kara and Kon were my back up!”

Damian ignores the interruption, focusing back on Marinette.

“The Green Lantern Corps was part of the mission too and while it’s officially over, the situation is still tense on those planets. The Corps is keeping an eye on things for now. We may have to go back if things turn south again, but hopefully, it won’t require our deployment again.”

“And we wanted to tell you the truth.” Jon tells her, earnest and heartbroken. “But when we asked our dads, they said our relationship was too new. That we couldn’t risk it. Even more so because we were going to leave for months and we wouldn’t be there to ‘make sure you don’t tell anyone’.” he finishes bitterly.

“As much as we didn’t want to end our relationship with you, without the permission to tell you the truth, we couldn’t disappear from the face of the earth and invent an excuse like ‘we’re doing a tour of the world and you’re not invited’.” Damian sighs and grabs Jon’s hand tightly. “We spent the last few months trying to come up with a way to win you back. Anytime we had some down time, we brainstormed about what we’ll do once we’re back on Earth.”

During their explanation, Marinette had switched the girls for feeding. Across her lap, Scarlett was now looking in direction of the men, probably intrigued by those new voices she didn’t know.

“And the phone numbers?” She eventually asks.

Damian slumps, breaking his rigid posture. “Do you know who my father is?” He asks.

“Batman?” She tries, but she’s almost certain. If he’s Robin, then it makes sense for his father to be the big bat himself. Which also mean that his siblings are the other Gotham vigilantes.

“Yes. Jon and I had to leave our phones here. Even the communications with the Watchtower were scarce. If you called more than once, Father must have changed our numbers.”

“But why?” She growls. “What right did he have?! You’re both adults! He didn’t even try to find out why I was calling you!”

“I’m sorry, Mari. I know Father loves me, but he tends to do what he thinks is best without always consulting us. Rest assure that I’ll have words with him.”

Asha choses that moment to push away her breast and Marinette does the usual ministrations to clean her face and clears her stomach of gas.

She hesitates a second, before closing her eyes with a deep sigh.

When she opens them again, she holds Asha out like a present. Jon scrambles closer without hesitation and very carefully accepts her in his arms, following her instructions on how best to hold her.

“This is Asha. Asha Gina Dupain-Cheng. She’s Dami’s.”

“Oh my god,” Jon exhales and a few tears immediately escapes his eyes. “Hello, Asha. It’s very nice to meet you.” His voice cracks a bit as Damian looks over his shoulder with an expression so soft and lost that Marinette’s heart aches with it. She beckons Damian closer too and places Scarlett in his own arms.

“And this is Scarlett Sabine Dupain-Cheng. She’s Jon’s.”

Damian is more confident in holding her, so he frees a hand to gently run his finger down her skin.

“Hello, Scarlett.”

“How…” Jon chocks on his tears. “How does it work? They’re twins, right?”

Arms free, Marinette slumps against the couch.

“It’s called ‘heteropaternal superfecundation’. My ovaries released two eggs at the same time, and both were fertilized. That alone would have resulted in fraternal twins. Except that one was fertilized by Jon and the other by Dami. So, twin babies with different bio dads.”

Because her Luck was just like that. Of course, Tikki’s influence would make Marinette’s first pregnancy the result of almost impossible odds.

For a long moment no one say anything. Jon and Damian are pressed so tightly together, both alternating looking at each baby in their arms, that it brings s a reluctant smile to Marinette.

“You have so much groveling to do,” she tells them. “You broke my heart. I’m not kidding when I say that. And the father section on the birth certificates is going to stay blank until I can trust you again. But you do something like that again and Scarlett, Asha and I are out of your lives for good. I don’t care if Scarlett is half-alien. They’re mine more than they’re yours right now. I carried them for eight months, I gave birth to them, and now I’m feeding them. And I was alone for all of that.”

“I promise, Habibti, that we’ll prove to you we’re here to stay. We want you and we want the girls.”

“It was a long mission,” Jon grins cheekily. “We definitely earned some downtime.”

“Exactly,” Damian agrees. “What would you like for breakfast, Mari? I’ll cook.”

“I made French toasts, last night. The preparation is in the fridge. You can cook that.”

With a small smile, Damian carefully gives her back Scarlett and then presses a dry kiss to Marinette’s forehead, before disappearing in the kitchen.

Jon moves until he’s sitting by her side against the couch and smiles at her. She missed his smile.

“So, what can you tell me about your daughters?”

“They are very healthy babies,” Marinette starts. “Scarlett definitely inherits your appetite. I need to complement her diet with formula because I don’t produce enough milk for all her feeding, plus Asha’s. That’s the alien biology, I suppose?”

“Yeah. Mom had some problem with that too when she had me, but at least she only had one baby to feed. What about Asha?”

“She’s fine with just breast milk, but she’s fussier when it’s time for sleep. I hope she’s not a premature insomniac, but now that I know about your nightly activities, I shan’t hold my breath.”

Jon snickers.

Breakfast is a lively affair. The French toast was only one portion, so Dami made pancakes and a fruit salad to accommodate Jon’s and his appetite. For the first time in weeks, Marinette can eat without one of her arms being commandeered by one of the twins. She knows things aren’t completely better. They need to talk about their relationship, their expectations, and relearn what it means to be together, all three of them plus two babies. But that particular conversation can wait a bit. For now, Marinette tells them about Asha’s curiosity and Scarlett’s boundless energy, about some of the weirdest things that happened during her pregnancy.

Things will work out. She’ll make sure of that.

#yume writes #Maribat #marinette dupain cheng #marinette x damian #Marinette x Jon #Daminette #MariJon #DamiMariJon #Marinette x Damian x Jon #Of Love and Sunlight #Part 02

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Heatwave (The Mandalorian x Reader) SMUT

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, rough sex, light choking, dom/sub (Mandalorian dom, Reader sub)

Word count: 🤷🏽‍♀️

Summary: You��re a thief with sexy fire powers. He’s a sexy bounty hunter who you’ve been playing cat and mouse with. When he catches you, Baby Yoda decides to play match-maker. It works. For once.

A/N: I found this baby after scrolling through my notes and had to post it. I wrote this when I was drunk so forgive the spelling errors. Baby Yoda is literally that one criminal dude from tangled (I think?) who bangs the two tiny wooden horses together. lol.

Also, am I wrong in saying that I think everyone wants to fuck the Mandalorian in his sexy Mandalorian armour?

(Not my gif)

***

You can’t deny that there’s something sexy about being handcuffed and taken prisoner by the Mandalorian.

While inconvenient to say the least, there’s still an undercurrent of sexual tension that demands to be felt, charging the air between the two of you as he straps you into the seat beside him. It’s why he always chases you, why you always allow yourself to get caught, and why he lets you escape into the night. It’s the longest, most amusing, most sexy game of chess you’ve ever played.

“Every time you handcuff me, I always imagine it in an entirely different context,” you purr, smirking up at him as he tightens your handcuffs.

As usual, he doesn’t say anything at first. Its becoming all too predictable.

The fancy, expensive, definitely-not-a-sex-toy handcuffs dig into the skin of your wrists, though not enough to make it arousing. He’s done it deliberately; he’s surmised you like it rough from your previous encounters with him. It’s a type of torture he’s managed to master exceedingly well. Which is arousing in itself. What a paradox the two of you are.

“Jokes on you, y’know,” you tease, tilting your head up at him, “I’m very much into the idea of you torturing me.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” he warns, his voice tinny and deliciously husky.

“So he speaks.”

The Mandalorian remains silent, though you can somehow tell he’s glaring at you from behind his helmet.

“You’re not the first Mandalorian to come after me,” you say as he kneels to bind your ankles, “And you won’t be the last. I’ve killed your predecessors and I won’t hesitate to kill whoever they decide to send after you. You’re lucky I’m into you otherwise I’d have my legs around your neck right now — and not in a good way.”

The Mandalorian is silent at first. Then, when you think he isn’t going to grace you with a response—

“So you’re just going to keep running? What kind of life is that?”

You chew your bottom lip, considering his question thoughtfully, “It’s a life and it’s far better than the alternative.”

The Mandalorian rises, straightens the broad line of his shoulders, “Is it really a life? If you can’t settle down to enjoy it?”

You gracefully arch an eyebrow at him, “Wouldn’t you like to know, Mandalorian.”

He doesn’t say anything after that.

****

The strange, tiny child gazes up at you with large, innocent inky-black eyes and blinks owlishly.

He’s managed to scramble into your lap, blocking your means of escape while the Mandalorian hastily fixes the engine of his ship. You can’t help but smile at his innocence, contrasting the weight of your criminal ways.

Regardless, you focus on funnelling the spluttering ball of energy in your core to your ankle cuffs. The heated metal bites into your skin as it begins to glow bright orange, but you can take it. You’re one of the last Phoenixs — or Nixes, for short — in the universe; cosmic fire and heat is what you are, what you’re made of.

The child, however, doesn’t seem afraid of the heat rising from your skin, turning your hair a bright, fiery red.

“Look, little guy — or girl — I need you to get off my lap so I can bust out of here!” You hiss, imploringly, “My distraction will only last so lo—“

The Mandalorian’s heavy footsteps echo into the cockpit of his ship. You immediately stop melting the metal, allowing your natural hair colour to bleed over the reds and oranges, disguising your true heritage.

He stops, spotting the child now stroking your hair.

“He’s cute,” you remark, beaming down at the child, “Didn’t realise you had a kid.”

The Mandalorian marches forward and snatches the child from your lap. He cradles him protectively, eying you with what you suspect is suspicion as he safely places the child on the far side of the room.

“Don’t touch him.”

“He was touching me first.”

“I don’t care, don’t touch him.”

“My god, you’d think I’m infected with some hideous, flesh-eating disease.”

“No, you’re a criminal—“

“—Thief—“

“—you’re a criminal and I don’t trust you.”

Something about that stings. Your expression shutters, schooling into apathy.

“So why keep me around?” You ask, coolly, “Why don’t you just carbon freeze me?”

You have a feeling you know the answer. He doesn’t carbon freeze you for the same reason why he doesn’t bother stopping you as you escape the slippery clutches of the ego-bruised men you’ve stolen from. It’s the same reason you haven’t burned him to a crisp as soon as you’ve seen him, the same reason you allow him to drag you back to his ship, cash you in for his bounty, and disappear.

There’s tension, but it’s more than tension. It’s something you can’t articulate because you’ve never quite felt it before. You doubt he has either.

The Mandalorian doesn’t answer. He seems to be staring down at the ankle cuffs, the metal twisted and deformed from where you’ve been heating it. He steps forward—

Suddenly, an invisible force loop around your waist and hoists you up, pulling you toward The Mandalorian. His arms are forced around your waist in jerky movements almost like an invisible puppeteer is pushing and plucking the strings. His helmet is yanked up over his neck, past his chin, stopping just above his nose, revealing plush lips and stubble and—

Your lips are forced together in the most awkward kiss you’ve ever had.

Both of you have your lips pressed tight, and the Mandalorian is rigid and tense, unsure of what to do. Still, energy blinks to life inside of you and you open your mouth just a little, embracing the kiss.

It lingers. It’s still awkward.

But then, he begins to kiss you back, his lips moving slightly, carefully, enough to taste hints of fine whiskey and your head begins to spin, embers sparking your lower belly, travelling up your spine, across your chest, down your arms—

It ends all too soon.

“Stop it, let us go,” The Mandalorian orders over his shoulder. You allow your eyes to follow his line of sight, snagging on the kid.

His tiny, pudgy hand is raised, his round eyes closed and you realise with a shock that he’s controlling you, bending the air around you both and forcing you into this kiss.

At the sound of his voice, the child stops, releasing his hold on you. He staggers a little, exhaustion seemingly crashing over him, dragging him under into unconsciousness. He collapses and the Mandalorian rushes forward to catch him, holding the child to his chest.

The Mandalorian disappears for a moment, giving you time to recover from your bewilderment. You’ve never seen anything quite like that before, and you’ve seen a lot of things. You have a feeling that in your past life, you may have witnessed a similar phenomenon, but you’re not giving enough time to dwell on it, however, because the Mandalorian comes storming back.

“So, you gonna tell me what that was all about?”

The Mandalorian ignores you, hunting around the cockpit for something.

“You’re not going to make me beg, are you?”

The Mandalorian stops, slants a look over his shoulder, “Maybe I will.”

You roll your eyes, “Please, Mando. Please tell me what the fuck just happened.”

The Mandalorian grasps a black bandage and whips it, stalking toward you, “Not what I meant.”

“What—?”

“—I’m sick of chasing you,” he growls, manoeuvring you around so he can fasten the bandage around your head; a makeshift blindfold, “It’s time you got what you deserve.”

Your stomach curdles, blood roaring in your ears. Carbon freezing. Your worst fear. You try to swallow, but it gets knotted somewhere in your throat.

“Kinky,” you rasp, trying your best to recover your slipping facade, “I hope my punishment involves whips and chains.”

The Mandalorians voice is in the shell of your ear, Mississippi hot and molasses thick, “Oh, you have no idea.”

Suddenly, he spins you around, and you barely have time to recover from the whiplash before his lips are on yours.

He’s ferocious, unforgiving. Just the way you like it.

He kisses you with a fiery passion, tongue darting into your mouth, tasting, teasing, his teeth digging into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. You moan, arching against him, wishing he’d free you so you could tug him closer but the Mandalorian keeps you bound and at his mercy.

You pull away, panting, as the Mandalorian trails kisses down your neck, sucking and biting and bruising the tender flesh. He’s obviously taken his helmet off while you were blindfolded. Curiosity strikes you but is dissolved when he finds the spot on your neck that makes you gasp.

“If—if I had known this would happen, I would’ve allowed myself to get caught a lot sooner,” you tease, a little breathlessly.

The Mandalorians fingers grasp your waist, pulling you closer, gripping you with bruising strength that dampens your panties. He chuckles against your skin, breath hot, tongue wet as he licks along your jugular.

“God I hate that mouth of yours,” he breathes, scraping his teeth across your skin, “It gets you into so much trouble.”

“It’s good for other things, too.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he grasps your waist with strong hands and spins you around, breath fanning across the back of your neck.

Your spine shudders and melts. He makes quick work of your clothes, starting with your sleeveless turtleneck top. He pulls it over your head and tosses it aside and unclasping your bra. With one hand pawing at your breast, he uses the other to tug on the zip of your skirt, pulling it down until the fabric pools at your feet. He helps you out of your thigh-high boots and undoes the holsters strapped to your thigh. Next, he uncuffs your wrists and ankles until you’re wearing nothing but skin. His breath audibly tangles in his throat.

You snicker, biting your bottom lip, “My, my. Have I rendered the great Mandalorian speechless?”

A sharp stab of pain ripples across your ass cheek, followed by the rough ministrations of a strong, calloused hand. You gasp, relishing in the sting of pain and burst of arousal.

You moan. Your darkest fantasies have spilt from your daydreams and splashed themselves against the backdrop of reality. Finally, after three years of chasing and catching, the sexual tension sizzling between the two of you is resolved.

He steals the breath from your lungs as he kisses you deeply, your moans melting on his tongue. His fingers grip your breasts and you gasp, head lulling back as he rolls them in the palm of his hands.

“God,” you sigh, “You’re good at this.”

Suddenly, his lips are biting into your nipple and you arch into his mouth, fingers combing through his hair as he slurps and sucks on your nipple. Your thighs quiver as you tug on the roots of his hair and he groans. You can feel him poking into your thigh and your excitement builds quickly, your fingers pulling at his cape.

He steps away from your grasp with a low, drawling chuckle, rich with husk and desire and pure sex appeal.

“I’m in control,” he snarls, “You obey me. You hear?”

“Yes, master,” you whimper, skin crawling.

“Good.”

You hear the rasping of fabric and the whirr of zipper teeth being pulled apart. His footsteps, heavy with purpose, move around you; there's a clang of metal and then he’s behind you again, loosening your blindfold until it falls away.

The Mandalorian whirls you around, pushing you up against the control board. He’s still fully clothed and his helmet is now fixed onto his neck and while you had been curious about the face that hides behind that helmet, you can’t deny that the thought of him fucking you in his bounty armour is unbelievably sexy.

The only thing that’s missing is — of course — the codpiece. Your shiver completely rattles your entire frame, anticipation bubbling deliciously in your veins.

The Mandalorian steps forward and reaches into his pants, pulling out his cock.

You salivate.

He’s...huge. Probably the biggest and thickest cock you’ve seen (and you’ve seen a lot in your lifetime — part of the job). It makes you wonder how he jams that beast into his pants without damaging something. You slide your tongue over your lips as you watch him stroke himself, smearing precum over the bulging, purple helmet.

“Touch yourself.”

You obey, spreading your legs far apart so he can watch your fingers dance. Behind his mask, you can feel his eyes smouldering as you tease your clit, rubbing the pearl of nerves with your index and middle finger. You moan, tossing your head back, building up quite the rhythm while the Mandalorian watches.

You startled slightly when the Mandalorian runs his hands over your smooth thighs, mapping you out with his fingers. He’s gentle, appreciating the warmth of your skin, how you glow with desire and emit a natural, golden aura common among Nixes.

“It’s been a while since...” he trails off, shaking his head.

With a sudden burst of strength, he grips your legs and hoists them around his waist. And, impatiently, unceremoniously, he slides inside of you.

“Fuck,” you curse, gripping his broad shoulders.

Moans spill into the air as the Mandalorian begins to move, rolling his hips against you. The cool metal of his armour shocks your hot skin but the contrast of steaming heat and icy cold makes your eyes roll back and your heart hammer impossibly fast.

“Yes, yes, oh Jesus yes!”

The Mandalorian’s pace begins to build as he slams into you. He’s rough and unapologetic and reaching depths inside of you that you didn’t know existed. He pounded with frenzied, sharp movements, his hand snaking up your side to your neck where his fingers hugged and tightened. His other hand stays secured on your hip, bruised already starting to form from where his grip burns into you.

Your fingers skim across your damp skin, trailing down to your clit where your fingers circle and pinch. The Mandalorian — silent until now — groans as he watches you, his pace speeding up ruthlessly.

“I’m close,” he grunts, giving your neck a squeeze.

“So am I,” you hiss, locking your legs around him.

The friction of his armour against your hot skin, the pressure of his strong hand gripping your begging neck, his cock ploughing into you with incredible strength; it’s an overwhelming indulgence to the senses and you feel your hot core begin to glow, crackling with cosmic energy.

The air, thick with sex and insatiable heat, shimmers and ignites with tiny tongues of fire like hovering fireflies. The Mandalorian hasn’t noticed yet, but it doesn’t take him long until he does.

“(Y/N)––“

He’s cut off by the cry that issues from your swollen lips. Your pussy clenches and quivers around his cock as you tumble over the edge, crashing into a release that completely drowns your body in mind-numbing pleasure. The Mandalorian is right behind you, grinding out pieces of your name as he meets his own release.

Panting, you sit up and he rests his head on your shoulder. Around you, the small flames have exploded into tiny fireworks, lighting up the air with vibrant light.

You slide off the control board, climb back into your clothes and pull on your boot. You reach for the other boot but the Mandalorian grabs it first, kneeling to slide the boot onto your foot. You watch, mesmerised, as he pulls the inner zip up your leg and along your thigh.

Moments later, the electronic doors to the cockpit slide open and the child waddles forward, gazing innocently up at you. You step forward and give the Mandalorian a questioning look. He nods.

You bend down and scoop the child into your arms and he snuggles against your chest.

“I really love this kid,” you murmur, beaming down at him.

“Yeah, he’s alright,” The Mandalorian shrugs, approaching you so he can tug at the child’s cloak. He pulls it over the child’s face, keeping his neck warm.

“We have to name him,” you decide, “I can’t keep referring to him as the kid.”

You say it like you’re staying with them, trapesing across the universe together.

The Mandalorian, however, doesn’t disagree.

The handcuffs and ankle cuffs stay in their place on the floor.

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