#should i make a reader x thunder fanfic?

[iaeriy]

alone (pedri x reader)

pt1!

warnings!; spanish speaking, smut, unprotected sex, fluff at the end!

note!; this took me so long since i had a few issues at home& i was pretty busy these past days and weeks, i have deicdd to make a masterlist and should be getting uploaded between any of these days now, alsoo.. i realized you can only make requests for a fanfic through online tumblr..i don't know why but plz don't ever be afraid to write a request at all,, but besides this. enjoy the pt2 to windows! :')

you had just gotten back form school, it was 3pm and everybody wasn't at home, that includes your annoying brother, your mom and dad. you went to your room as you put your bag down on the chair next to your laptop. you left school since you weren't feeling too well and you had a headache, since you were alone for god knows how long, you decided to go shower. you made your way to the bathroom as you turned the shower on and you undressed yourself.

you did a whole routine as you took your time on taking care of yourself, you got changed into one of pedris hoodie that he let you keep and your white cheeky lace panties. you went downstairs to go get a snack and just try and find some medicine until you heard thuds and footsteps coming from your room..which was upstairs.. you ignored it until it got louder, you rolled your eyes as you held lola, the blonde furry weiner dog as you giggled when she began to scratch and jump on your legs.

you held her as you sat down on the couch, laying down as you went on your phone turning some random tv show on, it started to thunder and the clouds were getting darker as tint of grey and dark blue appeared, you opened the door that led to the backyard as you slid it to the side, "lola! go tinkle before it starts to pour!" you said as you watched her run out the house into the backyard, she started barking as you followed her outside, she usually struggles to get down the stairs from the pathio and to the grass. you held her then went down the small stairs as you placed her down before looking around.

once it started to pour you watched lola come back inside running before you closed the door, you turned the tv off as you heard the same thuds and sounds from upstairs, you grabbed your stuff before going to your room as you made your way upstaird after turning everything off, you walked into your room looking at your window then looking around your room.

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"helloooo..?" you said looking around before the door behind you closed quietly, you looked around your room even under your bed until, "Y/N!" you screamed loudly as you dropped your phone again before you turned around, pedri.. "this is the 2nd time you do this! quit scaring me!" you smacked his arm as he kept laughing as your reaction, you cupped his cheeks before slapping him playfully, "you're all soaked..why did you come either way.." you said running your hands through his damoed hair giggling, "i came because i got your message, i wanted to see if you were okay." he said before he sat down on your bed.

"you're all wet too.." you said ruffling his hair as you sat on his lap putting your hands on the hem of his shirt, lifting his shirt above his head, you giggled cupping his cheeks, "just cover yourself with the blanket for now, it's okay" you said kissing his cheek before getting off his lap wiping off the footprints and the puddle of water that was scattered in your room, you placed a towel on the edge of your window since you'd rather prefer the air than your fan.

you sat back on the bed as you covered your thighs, last time you had your thighs and panties out well.. it turned out to be a sex session, even tho you've been thinking about it lately you just nudged it off and just not thought as much about it, "why'd you leave early? it's only 3.." he said holding your hand as he began to caress it with his thumb, you looked down and smiled before looking at him, "i had a headache and i was nauseous as well, i don't know why tho." you said as you felt his hand go on your thigh, you smacked his hand off, "stop it." you said. he pulled his hand away as he rubbed his hand pouting as you laughed at his reaction, your dimples showing off.

"it's not from 2 weeks ago right?" he said as he was referring to the last time the two of you had sex. yo shook your head smiling, "no bebé..i was on the pill, you're okay. don't worry about it." you said as he held your waist placing you ontop of him. "we can't..my parents could come home any second.. and hey!-" you said as he cut you off lifting your hoodie up as your panties exposed him, "llevas mis bragas favoritas puestas.." (you have my favorite panties on..) he said chuckling as he began to caress your thigh. he slid his hands inside your hoodie as you covered your face with your hands, his cold hands squeezed your breasts as you moaned out in agony. his finger tips began to rub and squeeze your nipple. you bit down on your lip. "we can't.." you whispered smacking his chest playfully, "no estabas timida hace dos semanas.." (you weren't shy two weeks ago..) he whispered as he sat up a bit, his crotch hitting your clothed slit, you moaned out as you uncovered your face and looked at him.

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"fuck it.." you whispered as you took off your hoodie as your bare chest fully was exposed, you cupped his cheeks as you smashed your lips on his kissing him, he kissed back holding onto your waist as you continued to kiss him. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he held onto your breast, you hummed in between the kiss as you moved your hips slightly against his clothed dick. he bit down on your lip as he slid his tongue, exploring your mouth ss you moaned running your hand down the back of his hair, you sucked on hia tongue and his lips as he squeezed your breast slightly. "i-i want..more.." you stopped for a bit to catch your breath as you kissed him again, you continued to rock your hips slowly asgianst his clothed cock as you moaned in the kiss while grunts and small groans escaped out of pedris mouth.

he looked down at your panties as he slid them to the side, your clit being exposed as your panties were still on, you rubbed yourself against him as you gasped in pleasure holding onto his bicep, god.. he was so beautiful you just wanted him in you already, you whined as you continued to move yourself against him. he stopped you as he squeezed your butt before he pulled your panties down to your mid inner thigh, you giggled before getting off his lap as you laid down infront of him, he kissed your cheek before kissing down onto your body as he pecked each of your breast. you giggled ruffling his hair before he kissed down onto your stomach, his breathing against your cold body as you arched your back whimpering as he dragged your panties down with his teeth. you blushed heavily as he threw them on the floor, you giggled as you pushed him down you pulled his black sweatpants down as you sat on his crotch again.

you pulled down his boxers tossing them ontop of your clothes on the floor as his dick sprung out. you swallowed thickly as you hovered your legs over his thighs, lining yourself above his dick, before sinking yourself in as your breath started to hitch out. "this is.. different from..u-usual.." you said blushing heavily as he chuckled cupping your ass cheek, kneading it as you began to move your hips back & fortg around his cock. you mewled out pleasurable moans, placing your hands on his chest as your hips were at a steady pace that had you moaning. he squeezed your ass cheek as you whimpered as he watched your breasts bounce up and down slightly. admiring your body as he held onto your waist.

"you're so unreal..nobody i'd do this with but you." he whispered as you giggled before leaning down to kiss himas you held onto his shoulder, your other hand cupping his cheek. he kissed back guiding you by your ass, you moaned in between the kiss before he sat up as he lifted his hips up, his dick pushing you deeper as you shrieked a bit before you placed your forehead against his, your other hand holding his jaw as the two of you kissed while you repeatedly grinded your hips agaisnt his girth. your kisses being muffled just in case your parents came back. as a matter fact..they did. but you left a message saying you weren't feeling so well, so you had them under your trap, you closed your eyes as you enjoted the pace, a slow abd sready one that had you drunked out from the pleasure, you sighed out in pleasure before looking at him, his brown chocolate eyes. you cupped his cheeks as tears formed from the pleasure, "w-want me to move..f-faster?" you stuttered trying to comprehend your sentence as he caressed your waist chuckling, "whatever you're okat with, i am too hermosa.." he whispered as you nodded your head.

you held onto his shoulders as you began to bounce quicker on his dick, your wetness spreading everywhere as your ass hit his thighs from how deeply and quick you were moving, the repeated movement had you moaning constantly, fuck you were definitely in heaven..your eyes were shut as your head was leaned back before his dick hit against your sweet spot, you lowered your head, your eyes still closed as your moans were getting higher and higherm you were so fucked out you didn't even feel pedri's palm when he covered your mouth, "h-hey!" you shouted into his hand as your sentence got muffled, you spasmed opening your eyes whining into his hand, he chuckled as he kneaded your ass cheek, "you're parents are here..how didn't you hear them mi amor.." he said quietly as you whined out before your head fell on his shoulder as you panted trying to catch your breath.

he pushed you down on the bed as your back hit the sheets and your head hit the pillows, he caressed your thigh before cupping your cheek as your lips found his in a slow passionate messy kiss as your hand tugged on his hair, pulling him closer. he held onto your inner thigh before placing his hand underneath you as the two of you kissed, he lifted your thigh from beneath placing it on his hips as he pushed himself in, he bit down ono your lower lip sliding his tongue into your mouth as you moaned into his mouth when he began to pump himself in & out of you slowly but passionately, he wrapped your legs around his waist thrusting a bit deeper as you digged your nails into his skin. he rested his sweaty forehead as you felt his breath against the bridge of your nose that was all rosy, even your cheeks were all pink. "my god..you feel so amazing.." he says, his voice a little shaky as you giggled between your moans before he found your g-spot.

you arched your back as a whiny moan slipped out of your mouth, you scratched his back as you dug your nails into his skin, as a moan slipped out of his mouth. he thrusted deeply into your g-spot as he smirked holding onto your waist tightly as he sped up his pace slamming himself back and forth against your spot. he rested his face against your neck as your legs wrapped around his hips, groaning and moaning at the way he thrusted deeply and passionately against you. you leaned your head against your pillow as you breathlessly moaned between every thrust against your clit, your stomach felt warm, small little butterflies you felt as well. you lifted his cin looking at him, little sparkles in his eyes as you smiled at him, he pecked your nose as he sped up thrusting quickly against your g-spot.

you tugged on his hair as you moaned louder closing your eyes he leaned down to your neck as he began to plant wet kisses sucking on noticeable areas, you whined out in between your moans as you moaned into his ear scratching his back slightly as you felt your stomach tighten, you whimpered into his ear as your breathing increased and got heavier, "p-pedri..i-i'm-" you said before getting cut off as he placed his finger over your lips, "i know mi vida..i know.." he said before thrusting quicker than he was as you felt his dick hit your cervix many times, each thrust recieving a shriek and a whiny moan, he cupped your cheeks as he kissed you passionately yet deeply, you moaned in between the kiss as you felt your thighs shaking uncontrollably.

his thrusts began getting sloppier as he twitched inside of you, your moans getting whiny and becoming high pitched as you digged your nails into his back, he pulled away from the kiss as he looked down at you, your pink heavy cheeks and glossy teary eyes, "wh-what happened.." you struggled to say as he chuckled at your fucked out of state mind, "nada..you're so beautfiul.." he said shakingly as you giggled before pulling him closer, as both of your forehead's touched, his nose an inch away from yours. "joder..estoy cerca.."(fuck..am close..) he said gripping onto your hips tightly as yoy were trembling non-stop beneath him. "q-quiero correrme.." (i-i wanna cum..) you said biting down on his shoulder as he groaned in pain, "correte para mi hermosa.."(cum for me gorgeous..) he said shakingly as you relreased yourself whiny moaning, spasming all over his cock as he groaned loudly feeling your wamrness as he came inside of you, filling you up with his seed as he collapsed on your chest.

heavy breathing filled up the room as you looked down at pedri, you played with the small strands of his damped hair as he looked up at you smiling, "how's your headache now?" he said caressing your waist as you rolled your eyes giggling, "b-better..thank you for checking up on me tho, you dork.." you said kissing his cheek as he pulled out carefully, laying down next to you. he pulled you into his chest as you rested your head on his chest, you traced your hands down his chest, tracing the scratch marks you left from earlier. he chuckled patting your butt before you fell asleep on his chest a few minutes later.. he looked down as he noticed before he smiled kissing your cheek before wrapping the two of you into the blanket as you two fell asleep.

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you woke up to pedris head being on your chest as he snuggled his head against your breasts, you giggled as he woke up looking at you he pecked your boob before he checked his phone, he groaned in annoyance as you watched him type his reply back to his mother, asking where he was and when he's coming back home. he put his phone down before he rested his head back on your chest, "am not leaving until tomorrow morning, it's okay.." he said as you smiled before falling back asleep as the two of you fell asleep, it was still raining outside, cold air was roaming through the room again. the sound of water outside your window and the small thunder making it even better for you to sleep, the blanket covering the two of you as your chest including pedris were somewhat exposed.

your head was resting on his chest after shifting around movements. he sat up as you whined before waking up looking at him half asleep, "where are you goingg..come back.." you said as the blanket fell and now your breasts were exposed. he giggled putting his shirt back on as his sweatpants were already put on as he kissed your cheel, you looked at him kissing his lips as he kissed back then kissing your forehead. "tengo que irme..te vere en unos dias o tal vez esta noche.." (i have to leave..i'll see you later on in a few days or later..) he said winking at you as you smiled before he kissed you again, you kissed back cupping his cheeks before pulling away. "gracias.. por anoche bebé.." you said before he hugged you kissing your cheek, you hugged back as your hands wrapped around his waist, "te quiero mucho, te vere mas tarde mi amor.." (i love you so much, i'll see you later on my love..) he said as he kissed your cheek before walking to your window as he stepped out and left your room. you fell back on your bed as your head hit the pillows, you covered yourself in your sheets bringing it to your chin, turning to your side as you fell back asleep.

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[multi-kpop-fanfics]

valentine's on a budget

pairing: non-idol bf!Seungkwan x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut, established relationship!AU - minors dni.

warnings: a serious argument, mentions of financial troubles, crying, mentions of getting sick

smut warnings: making out, marking, teasing, dirty talk, use of petnames, fingering, nipple and breast play, minor panty stuffing, minor lingerie kink, oral sex (f rec), edging, mentions of multiple orgasms.

word count: 2.4k

summary: Valentine's day is the holiday you're waiting for the most every single year - but a certain mishap brings a series of events that might test your relationship.

Author's note: hello beloveds! i am finally back haha. this is my entry for the Cupid For You @svthub collab, hosted by my dear @wongyuseokie and the fic is solely dedicated to @dirtysvthoughts 💕I hope you will enjoy this fic Kenny, happy Valentine's and Carat day🥰

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2024. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

Valentine’s Day. Probably one of the days you’re anticipating the most within the year.

Knowing your boyfriend, he has planned something really exciting and fancy for the two of you - he always knows how to treat you right (and not just on Valentine’s).

When you accidentally found out about the reservation he had made in one of your favorite restaurants, you were smiling like a maniac and feeling giddy like a highschool girl. You could already imagine yourself in your favorite velvet dress and a pair of strappy heels, makeup and hair on fleek. Of course, there was no way you would let Seungkwan know he was busted, it would hurt his pride immensely.

That is, if things hadn’t gone to absolute hell.

“What do you mean the reservation was canceled?” You ask him with a baffled expression.

“You heard me. No fancy dinner tonight.” Seungkwan purses his lips in a thin line.

“Please tell me you’re just trying to mess around with me.”

“I wish I was, but I was forced to cancel it.”

“Forced? By what?!”

“My fucking bank account, Y/N.”

“Care to elaborate?”

“That’s….. I cannot tell you.”

“What do you mean you cannot tell me?! We’re literally sharing a home and a life!” You yell at him.

“I know! But I seriously cannot tell you! I just fucking can’t!” Seungkwan loses his temper.

“What makes it so hard for you to tell me the reason?!”

“My fucking pride!” He yells back.

Silence befalls the living room

“Of all the days to break my heart, I didn’t think you’d pick today.” You say with a monotonous voice, “But I guess your pride is more important.”

Seungkwan lets out something akin to a scoff before turning on his heel to walk out of the house. His action catches you off guard - he’s not the type to just walk away from an argument, let alone of this caliber.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes in displeasure, going back to the bedroom to remove your dress and shoes.

Taking a glance in the mirror leaves an even more sour aftertaste in your mouth, as you were hoping you would be taking off these clothes a few hours later and perhaps in a more vulgar way. You push these thoughts away as you change into comfy clothes and go to the bathroom, picking up your makeup remover and cleanser to take off your makeup.

The one hour you spent perfecting your face is wiped off in seconds, as if it never existed in the first place. But again, you choose to push away the thoughts of Valentine’s dinner away.

You go back to the living room and sit on the couch, turning on the television to zap between channels. 

The house feels quite empty without your boyfriend around, but you’re not in the headspace to deal with him at the moment.

That is, until you hear thundering outside.

Great, now he’s going to get all soaked, you think, grumbling to yourself. Whatever, he’s a grown man, he should know how to take care of himself.

The thundering grows louder and you can now hear heavy rain pouring on the streets and hitting the windows. You get up from your seat and slide the curtain to the side, your worries growing bigger.

You pick up your phone and dial Seungkwan’s number, but you’re horrified when you hear his phone ringing between the couch pillows.

“Fuck.” You curse and run back to the bedroom to grab a pair of boots and your umbrella, terrified that something bad could potentially happen to your boyfriend.

As soon as you run back to the door and turn the knob to open it, you’re greeted with a soaking wet Seungkwan, whose eyes are colored red - possibly from crying.

“I’m sorry.” He sniffles, shaking like a leaf.

“God, please get inside.” You pull him on the entrance carpet and close the door behind him. “Stay here, I’ll be back soon.”

You make a short trip to the bathroom and return with two towels in your hands, handing them over to Seungkwan.

“Thank you.” He mutters and starts patting the towels to soak the excess water off his clothes.

“You can thank me after you take a shower. Can’t risk you getting sick.”

Seungkwan nods wordlessly and carefully walks towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You let out a puff of air through your mouth when you hear the shower tap running and you take off your boots, setting them next to the doormat. 

You’re not stupid -  the elephant in the room is too big to ignore and you don’t intend to just gaze upon it. You return to the bedroom and sit on the mattress, picking your phone from your pocket. It accidentally slips from your fingers and falls on the floor with a loud thud.

“Fuck.” You kneel down to grab your phone, but an unfamiliar box hidden under the bed catches your attention. You struggle a bit to take it out, but you manage to bring it in front of you.

You notice the seal has already been cracked and your eyes widen when you open the box to reveal a brand new laptop.

“What the hell?” You narrow your eyes. “Why is a laptop here?”

“Why do you think it’s here?”

Seungkwan’s voice catches you off guard and you whip your head around to face him.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Or is it going to hurt your pride?”

“This laptop is for you, Y/N.” He admits with a neutral expression.

“For me?”

“Yeah, since the one you had completely broke down.”

“How do you even know that?!”

“I saw the receipt from the shop you took it to get it fixed. The owner didn’t charge you and he wrote comments. It’s not hard to put two and two together.”

“Still, what does that have to do with canceling the reservation?” You cross your arms in front of your chest.

“Well, I weighed my options and decided that getting you a new laptop was more imminent and would relieve you of the stress of not being able to work properly and whether you would spend a hefty amount of money on a new device.”

Your features soften when you piece everything together.

“You….used the reservation money for the laptop?”

“Pretty much.” Seungkwan rubs the back of his neck. “Although I hated that I had to ruin Valentine’s because of that. But I didn’t want to watch you be upset because of one dumb device breaking down.”

You can’t help but want to burst into tears after your boyfriend’s confession. 

“I wish I had more money to give you both the laptop and the dinner date, but capitalism kinda hates fun, I guess.”

“Oh my God, Kwan, I-” You cover your mouth with your hands, keeping your sobs from escaping.

“Y/N, it’s okay, it was my fault too.” Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back soothingly.

“God, I feel like such an asshole right now.”

“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t any better. If I had told you about the laptop from the beginning, nothing would have happened.”

“I’m so sorry.” You give him a muffled apology, hiding your face in his chest.

“I’m sorry too, darling.”

“It’s just that-” You wipe away your tears, “I was really looking forward to that dinner and I had coordinated my entire outfit inside out and all that.”

“I mean…. It’s not too late to check out the inside…” Seungkwan pouts his lips with sneaky glances.

“Well…..I still have it on…” You look at him with a grin, “Do you want to unwrap me?”

“I was a little strapped for cash this year. Do you want to unwrap me instead?” He raises his brow teasingly. “You can think of it as an apology.”

Your grin grows wider and you untie the knot of his bathrobe, letting it fall open to reveal his naked body. You don’t hesitate to take off your clothes and show him the cotton candy pink lacey set you bought recently, just for tonight.

“Holy shit, Y/N, a man could die here.” Seungkwan lets out a ragged breath.

“Mmm, you seem perfectly fine to me.” You smirk and kneel in front of him, slowly wrapping your hand around his half-hard cock. You look up to your boyfriend once before sliding out your tongue to give his shaft a few licks to test the waters.

“Ever the tease, aren’t you?” He threads his hand in your hair and you giggle, kissing the tip of his cock.

“Well, serves you right for putting me through misery.”

“Oh, now you’ve done it.” Seungkwan chuckles and pulls you on your feet, lightly shoving you on the bed. He discards the bathrobe on the floor and climbs over you, capturing your lips in a quite hungry kiss.

“You have no idea how nuts you drive me.”

“Is this about the argument or the lacey set?”

“Both. But talking isn’t the thing we’re supposed to be doing now.”

“I know. You should be doing me.” You grin on his lips.

“Ever the smartass, huh?” You can feel him grinning back.

“Takes one to know one.”

He takes another look at you and the grin is still plastered on his face. Except this time, he wordlessly runs his hands over the semi-sheer lace covering your breasts, his fingertips toying with the delicate material. He carefully slides it down to uncover your soft flesh, deft digits eagerly playing with your taut nipples.

“Mm, that feels nice.” You exhale in satisfaction and you part your legs to let your boyfriend slot himself between them.

“I can give you better than nice.” He whispers and pinches the buds, eliciting a whine from your mouth. He pinches them and rolls them a bit harder, forcing your back to arch off the bed.

“That’s more like it.” He licks his bottom lip and dives his head to attach his lips on your breasts, making out with the plush mounds. He keeps his mouth busy with your nipples, all while his right hand descends towards your neglected core.

“Kwan, please touch me more.” You beg with a whiny voice, wiggling your hips to get some kind of friction.

“You know, for someone who was really angry just half an hour ago, you’re quite the needy little thing right now.” He teases you more about your earlier behavior.

“I said I’m sorry!” You defend yourself.

“I know, darling. I wasn’t planning on keeping you high and dry.” He smiles sweetly as he slides his hand between your folds, moaning lowly as he lets his fingers get soaked in your arousal.

He plunges two of his slender fingers in your pussy, enjoying the way your walls clench greedily around them. Stilling them for a few seconds, he keeps making out with your chest, a few red marks already blooming on your skin.

“God, just stop teasing, please! I’m begging you!” You whine louder and wrap your legs around his back.

“You sound so cute when you beg for me, it almost makes me want to keep you wanting more.” 

“You’re mean.” You put your lips in a pout.

“But I’m also madly in love with you.” Seungkwan presses one last kiss on the valley of your breasts and he climbs down to bring himself on eye level with your lace-clad pussy.

He retracts his fingers and tugs the lace crotch upwards, making you moan and fist the sheets in response. Your reactions urge him to tug on it a bit harder, the thin material rubbing over your clit. Your entrance clenches in a needy manner, your slick gushing out and soaking the pink lace. 

“Eager to make it your second skin, aren’t you, darling?” Your boyfriend comments as he digs the pads of his fingers on your panties to push them in your hole, just enough to make them stick on your pussy.

“I’m n-not the sole c-culprit here.” You stutter, bucking your hips to get a bit more friction.

“One does not negate the other.” He bites back, pulling your panties away from your body, not missing the clear strings of your juices connecting to the fabric. He throws them somewhere in the room and gently unwraps your legs from his back.

He parts them open with his hands, finally uncovering your pussy.

“So worth the wait.” He whispers and licks a fat stripe over your slit, collecting your slick on his tongue.

“Oh God, yes.” You lean your head back on the pillow, your hand creeping in Seungkwan’s hair. The touch you were craving this whole time is finally yours and you couldn’t feel more blissful.

Sex with Seungkwan is never boring, but foreplay? It’s his fucking specialty.

Part of you wants to keep your eyes closed and get lost in the moment, but part of you also wants to keep them wide open and watch your boyfriend worship your cunt.

He uses his thumbs to keep your folds apart and make space for his tongue to re-explore your cunt and savor it like a Michelin star worthy meal.

“Have I told you before that you have the prettiest pussy in the world?” He peeks his head from between your legs.

“At least once during sex, Kwan. Not that I mind, of course.” You tug on his blond hair.

He flashes you a cocky smirk and purposefully circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, never breaking eye contact.

Your thighs clench on the bed, struggling to keep them still. If it wasn’t for Seungkwan’s hands, his head could have been crushed. 

His assault on your bundle of nerves is relentless and the buildup to your climax picks up the pace. 

You don’t want this to end yet, you want him to stay like this for the rest of the night, if possible.

All of a sudden, everything stops and you’re left on the edge of your orgasm, a loud whine bouncing off the walls of the bedroom.

“This might sound cheesy, but will you be my Valentine?” He asks you with doe eyes and glossy, cum covered lips.

“I can’t believe you have the nerve to say this right between my legs.” You protest from above, almost mad at him for ripping all stimulation away from you.

“I also have the nerve to edge you until you give me an answer.” He smirks.

“Fuck, how could I ever not want to be your Valentine?!” 

“Good to know.” Seungkwan grins wider.

“Because the night is still young and only one orgasm won’t cut it.”

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[regalbootie]

Trying Something New In the Bedroom Chapter 3

Chapter 3 NSFW 18+ NO MINORS PLEASE

Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, overstimulation, spanking again cos I'm a whore, shapeshifter peen, Dom Mommy.

Notes: This was requested by the lovely @marilynthornhilllover and I had also received great help with this fanfic from many people i gotta say you guys are awesome. there will be a chapter 4! it just may not be rather smutty hehehe.

Requests are still open and I'm also taking suggestions for other characters to write about so if you craving something ill give it a shot! let me know what you all think of this anyways!

You pout as the cabin slowly goes out of sight, wishing you could stay there forever with your wife. It was bliss a week of rough fucking along with some tenderness of curling up in front of the fireplace together breathing in the calmness that the homey little cabin provided.

“Oh Darling, I promise we’ll come back soon” Larissa ran a hand over your leg, her fingers drawing soothing shapes that had no meaning. Resting your head against the window and burning the memory of the scenery into your brain when you notice the car rolling to a standstill.

“what’s wrong darling?” looking over at your wife you notice a fork in the road.

“I’m just trying to remember which way to go my love” Squinting hard like she was envisioning a big sign saying this way. “I think it's right” starting to turn the car to go right you place a hand on her thigh.

“I’m pretty sure its left darling”

“No I am sure it is right” Larissa starts the car again “and I am pretty sure it is left” you scowl and let out a huff. Larissa turns to stare at you with that look that says ‘don’t be a brat right now.'

“Ok go right just don’t complain to me when you realize you went the wrong way” now it's Larissa’s turn to scowl and she takes the right turn. Smirking when she reaches the main road and lifting a brow to say ‘I told you so’.

You stick your tongue out at her and she rolls her eyes at you. The rest of the drive was smooth sailing and it was dark once the car rolled up outside the school, a storm had arrived at the same time and thunder was booming in the distance.

Jumping at the strike of lightning the two of you grab your bags as fast as possible making your way through the dim and empty school to your shared quarters. None of the teachers were arriving till tomorrow so it would just be the two of you as the grounds keeper and cleaners would be home hours ago.

Unpacking you notice Larissa is nowhere to be seen, huffing you unpack the last of everything and go hunting for your wife. Noticing a glow of light coming from under the door to her office you knock lightly as the door swing slowly open to the most beautiful sight before you.

Slowly you come up behind her as she gazes into the fireplace the fire roaring before you. Wrapping your arms around her waist resting your tired head on her back, feeling the tension release from her you lay kisses along her shoulders.

Turning in your arms you couldn’t help but smile up at her beautiful face, she was like an angel sent from heaven the fire casting a halo-like effect over her, but little did you know she was going to be the devil.

“You were being very bratty earlier darling” she pulled away from your arms and moved to sit in the armchair beside the glowing embers. “I think you should be punished for how you acted towards your mistress”

Blinking slowly, you realized what feeling she was making run through your body. The wave of excitement traveled down your spine, leaving chills all over your back. Licking your lips, faking a look of innocence for your mistress.

Patting her thigh, you slowly moved to lay across her legs, “I’m sorry Mistress.” Your core was already starting to throb with need as you lay over her like a good little pet for her.

“Oh, I don’t think sorry is going to cut it right now baby” running her hands up over your legs digging her nails in leaving red marks in her wake making you shiver and arch into her more. Reaching your core, she continues dragging her nails and suddenly rips your panties off, making you jump in her lap and even more juices gather and begging for her to taste.

A low seductive chuckle rises from Larissa it almost sounded like a growl and, you knew you were in for a real punishment tonight. Lifting your skirt, she roughly clawed up them from your core, lifting her hands to land rough spanks.

Crying out and yelping “Mommy please” you beg with her after each spank until your ass was glowing bright red and the heat from the fire was not helping with the pain, but the pleasure mixed with it was all-consuming.

“Oh, you want to please mommy? Let me see how good you're being” running her fingers through your folds, her fingers instantly drenched with your juices. Feeling her long fingers run through you was so painstakingly good, you had to stop yourself from gutting your hips back and displeasing mistress.

“Oh, look how good you’re being” licking her fingers clean moaning at how divine you tasted on her tongue. God, you wished you could suck those fingers, your thoughts earning a whimper as you stop yourself from drooling.

“Up you get” Barely giving you an opportunity to get up from her lap you fall to the floor scrambling to your feet, whimpering at the fabric of your skirt brushing against your burning cheeks.

Grabbing and pouring a glass of wine Larissa rested back into her seat, “play with yourself darling I want to see my little plaything warm herself up for me”

 A warmth runs up your face with her request and you shuffle on your feet “don’t go shy on me now, you were a whimpering messy slut just now” sipping on her whine she takes you by the waist guiding you to staddle her. Your dripping core meeting her front making it throb even more at the friction.

“Come on be good for mommy” she takes your hand with her free hand guiding it down, rubbing them over your dripping cunt. Moaning you dropped your head to rest it on her shoulder “fuck mommy” bucking your hips the new stimulation sending shock waves straight through your entire body.

“Keep going I want to watch you” She starts to strip you as you pleasure yourself over her, your fingers gliding over your core and how that you were free from clothes you used your free hand to grab your breast. Palming it as you pinched your own nipples, getting lost in the pleasure you were building you closed your eyes as your head fell back your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Larissa couldn’t help but watch you, the way your eyebrows knitted together and the way you bit down on your bottom lip it was like a goddess had come down to bless her with your mere presence. Sipping on more wine Larissa drank all of you in her eyes roaming every inch of you.

The pleasure in you had built too quickly you didn’t think you would have been so close to cumming but here you were writhing above her gasping for air. “cum for me darling I want to see you”

All it took was those words, her voice was raspy from the wine sending that last piece of pleasure breaking the dam, a shiver running up your back. “Yes mommy” you cried out for her letting her know that she was the last piece you needed. Your hands jolted as the lingering pleasure ripped through you, slowing down once the stimulation got too much.

“oh no baby keep going” she took your hand again making you apply more pressure and picking up the speed. “It’s too much mommy” your hand falters in her grip but she keeps going making you rub your clit as your body shakes from the overstimulation.

“Let mommy help you” setting her glass down on the table beside her Larissa runs her fingers through your folds, slowly inserting her fingers inside your pussy instantly clenching around her. Biting the inside of your mouth you tried to regain your focus, the pleasure of everything was drowning you. Your eyes flutter open to look at Larissa who was licking her lips, her eyes were burning with desire, and it looked animalistic.

“Keep going until I decide you can stop lovely” her free hand guided your hips to thrust down onto her fingers. You were fucking yourself on her fingers and nothing could be hotter, you were on fire your whole body was burning up and the only thing that could fix it was those long fingers that were reaching those deep spots inside you that make your toes curl.

“Fuck mommy it feels so good” her grip tightening on your hip was strong enough to leave marks. Her other hand was still holding your hand in place making you rub your clit, moving your hand to move faster over your swollen clit.

Your legs were shaking the overstimulation was immense and not having a break between your first orgasm had you gasping and panting as your next one was building too fast for you to keep up with. She kept hitting that perfect spot in you pulling sinful moans and cries from your lips.

“God you look like a sinful mess baby” leaning forward she laid a soft kiss behind your ear making your knees buckle ever so slightly making her fingers hit even deeper. A scream of pleasure was all you could make and she attacked your neck.

She was ruthless as she bit and suck leaving deep red marks along your neck, it was unbearable the pleasure that was consuming you “Pl..please please I'm going to cum” sobbing as she bit that sensitive spot, you went ridged as you gushed over her fingers.

Screaming curses you shook, feeling like you were being torn in half with the sparks flying through your body as you came all over her fingers. “yessss just like that for mommy, let it go, ride it out”

Forcing your hips to keep moving as you shook, Larissa grinned you were a masterpiece of a mess and she was the artist. Licking over your bruised neck she slowly withdrew her fingers and it finally felt like you could breathe again and your body slumped against her.

“oh baby I am not finished with you yet” hooking her arms under your legs she stood and you scrambled to grab onto her holding tight. Your pulse quickened realizing there was more to come, your pussy was throbbing and you didn’t know how much more you could take.

You could feel the cold wood on your back as she lay you down over her desk, taking a step back to gaze over your sweat slicken body. “fuck you are so beautiful like this” your eyes were closed as you tried to catch your breath still and you could hear the faint noise of a zipper over the blood thumbing in your ears.

Next was the still new but familiar sensation of Larissa’s new favorite toy and also your new favorite, she ran her cock through your folds making sure her tip rubbed up against your clit spending more shock waves through you, jumping on the table from the over stimulation.

“Is it still too much for you baby?” Your pussy was a mess it was throbbing and spasming still and Larissa had no intentions of slowing down. Moving her shaft to your entrance she slowly pushed just her tip in, as if mirroring each other both of you had your eyes rolling back.

“Yes, mommy but it's so good” whining your answer right back at her, Larissa’s knees almost buckled with how good you felt, your over-stimulated pussy clenching around her instantly and almost pulling her over the edge. Resting her head on your shoulder she worshipped your body leaving kisses across your skin.

“Good girl” She started her thrusts going slow so she could torcher you a little longer but also so she wouldn’t cum so quickly. You were a beautiful mess below her, and she wanted to worship you, she wanted to get down on her knees and pray to your dripping temple.

“You’re my good girl baby, you’ve done so well tonight” Biting down on your ear lobe you pulled your tired arms to wrap around her running your hands through her hair and pulling her closer to you so she can continue her prayers over your skin.

She couldn’t stop touching you all over one of her hands held one of your legs so they could stay wrapped around her while the other ran over your neck caressing down to reach your breast palming it in her hand “I love your body so much darling it’s a gift from the gods just so I can defile it with my lust”

Throwing your head back whimpering you clench harder around her shaft, you loved her fingers but having her inside you filling you fulling and stretching you deliciously as your pussy wrapped around her.

Picking up the pace Larissa started to gasp and whimper as she continued her travels along your body, swapping her hand on your breast for her mouth causing you to scream out more and your legs tighten pulling her deeper within earning a thrust to that special spot deep inside nearly making you black out.

The room was filled with the sounds of slapping skin as Larissa drove deeper continuing to hit that spot now that she found it. “I... I’m going to ahh” trying to talk was so hard your brain was mush at this point and stringing a sentence together was getting more and more difficult as your walls began to tighten but Larissa knew what you were going to say, she could feel it and she wanted it so badly.

“That good baby you cum for mommy, I’m so close too I want to fill you up while you milk me dry”

The next sound you make was a scream that ripped all the air out of your lungs, it was like you could see the stars and the heavens above but you were slammed back down to earth when you heard Larissa’s growl as she came to her climax.

It was animalistic the way she drove herself deeper making sure you took every inch of her, she was drowning in you her eyes her as dark as the night sky as the lust and feel of you drove her to fill you with every drop. She was ridged as she bit down hard on your shoulder, she was shaking as the pleasure coursed through her.

It took a moment for you both to grab your breaths but having her collapsed against your body helped ground you and you couldn’t be more thankful for that. It took Larissa a minute more to come back but you didn’t mind as you curled her loose strands of hair around your fingers while the other soothingly ran up and down her back.

“That was amazing darling” huffing out a breath as she changed her core back to its natural beauty, so she didn’t hurt you by having to slide out. "you weren't so bad yourself" giggling like a child at her.

“Let's get you cleaned up” On wobbly legs, she scooped you up in her arms to carry you back to bed. Laying you so gently onto the bed and gracing your face with feather-light kisses, Larissa was always a completely different person after sex she was so caring and attentive to you always making sure you were well taken care of.

Fetching a cool cloth she cleaned you up and wrapped you up in a blanket, “get some rest darling” moving to get off the bed you grab her wrist.

“Cuddles?” putting on your best doe-eyed look knowing she’ll never refuse you and cuddles. A big smile grew on your face as she pulled the blankets back to curl up beside you. “Always my love” wrapping her arms around you pulling you closer into her embrace.

The thunderstorm had started to fade away and the room was filled with the soft rumbling of distant thunder and soft breaths as you kissed her softly to sleep thinking to yourself how lucky you were to have this woman wrapped up in your arms.

…

It had been a month since your little getaway and the students had been back for a while, unfortunately a flu had been going around the school and no one could escape it. You had been one of those victims of the sickness that plagued you for 2 weeks now.

Here you were slumped over the toilet for the millionth time today, not even making it to the staff toilets you had to charge into the students to expel what little of breakfast you had left in your stomach.

The students inside were certainly startled and ran straight out as you heaved, resting your head over the cold stall wall you heard a familiar sound of heels travelling down the hall outside. “Love!?” Larissa called out for you, and you cursed the student that went running to the principle, you didn’t want to concern her and it had taken you a week just to convince her to let you return to work.

“I’m ok Larissa jus...” the stall door flew open the light shining in and Larissa gasped at the sight of you. Your hair was a mess and you were so pale it scared her, swooping you in her arms she stormed down the hall. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go back to work”

Kicking the door open to your private quarters she gently lay you down on the sofa “we are going to the doctor” you begin to interject but she shushes you earning a scowl.

“you have had this flu for 2 weeks now and you just keep getting worse darling!” she was rushing around the flat grabbing her things together and your coat. “we cant go now Larissa I have classes!”

“I have already had Professor Yen fill in for you, they will cover for you until we get this sorted”

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #fanfiction #smut #principal weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems smut #mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy?

[axel-skz]

You’re not funny…

A/N: I feel not tired at all and kind of nauseous. I think I’m severely dehydrated but drinking the water gives me even more nausea so… tf do I do? Write a fanfic and ignore my problems. I did not proof read it and It’s not a literary masterpiece so please, lower your expectations lol (shuffled my stray kids playlist and we got thunderous this time ;) for our boys thunderous dance moves (I mean that was terrible but I wanna play a song for every fic now so, yeah lol))

Summary: Minho is expecting a nice weekend together that he needed very much but you’re planning to play a prank.

Minho x Gender neutral reader

Minho had been getting frustrated very fast lately. Getting burnt out a lot because this comeback had been so demanding. He could see all the work coming too because they had been told, they were going on tour.

Now he was agitated because he was working all the time and he couldn’t spend time with his loved ones.

He knew what would make him feel better though. Spending time with you. All he was looking forward to all week was a whole weekend with you.

What he didn’t know was that the perfect storm was brewing. At the time where he wanted nothing but affection fhe most, you had the plan to play a prank on him.

You would try your best to swerve anytime he wanted a kiss or a hug. You had seen it on tiktok a lot recently and you just really wanted to try it out.

Horrible timing honestly but you had no idea.

He had called on monday and you would both be spending the weekend together. He hadn’t told you about the tour either because he hadn’t got the chance to. You would never be playing this prank if you knew.

Friday afternoon, he arrives. You hear him knocking on your door and instantly, you ready yourself. Usually you would run to him in the most dramatic way possible and give him a hug. He acted like he hated it but it made him feel wanted.

While he thought about how much he needed that hug, you were making sure you wouldn’t do it. As you opened the door, he stood there for what felt like a century, expecting the hug. You looked st him with confusion.

‘You good?’ You asked with a puzzled look.

‘You usually hug me when you open the door,’ he also looked extremely confused.

‘Oh, you hate it so I thought I wouldn’t do it. Come in,’ you smiled at him. As he walked in, you took the things he was carrying. It was your way of busying yourself.

He let out a sigh as he sat on the sofa, ‘I’m so tired. I could barely sleep yesterday.’

‘Aww, that’s sad. Have you had a hard time sleeping for a while or just last night?’ You came back after putting his bag in your room.

He looked at you and you could see how tired he was, ‘all week. So much work and I just don’t even want to think about it. It’s early as hell but can we watch a movie and take a nap?’

Code for watch something and cuddle. He wasn’t one to just outright ask for physical contact so you had gotten use to recognising when he wanted it and how he asked.

‘Of course we can do that,’ you smiled at him and set up everything for a movie.

You got some sweets and popcorn with the softest blankets. You picked a feel good movie that you both really liked and started to get settled. You played the movie and sat down on the floor.

He was surprised, ‘why are you on the floor? There’s plenty of room on the sofa.’

‘You should stretch out and get comfy. It’ll be easier to fall asleep. I have some work I need to do so I’ll sit here and do it when you fall asleep,’ you said while feigning interest in the movie.

It’s like you could feel him pouting. And he was.

‘Could you not do the work tomorrow?’

‘I’m sorry, my love. It’s urgent. I need to get it in by the end of the day.’

‘S’okay…’ he covered himself in blankets and got comfortable. He didn’t let it show just how hurt he was by it.

He fell asleep after a little while. He woke up a couple hours later and you had nodded off while working on the floor. Your brief was on the table and he looked at it.

He tried to help you with your work sometimes because you liked his opinions on it. As he read through it, he noticed it wasn’t due for another two weeks. That hurt him again because he didn’t understand why you lied.

He moved back and laid back down. He didn’t know how long he stared at the cieling before you woke up. He pretended to sleep when you got up to check on him. You picked up your stuff after you fixed the blanket so it was covering him properly.

After that, you started cooking for dinner. He took a little while before he got up. He acted groggy as he walked into kitchen. You heard him shuffle in and it was so hard not to hug him when he looked so cute with the wayward hair and the puffy cheeks.

‘Sleep well?’ You asked as you moved to the fridge.

‘Mhm, something about this place helps me sleep,’ he smiled.

‘Pff- you’re so sweet,’ you giggled a bit as you gave him some juice.

‘I was talking about your sofa and the tv but whatever helps you sleep at night.’

You playfully glared at him, ‘they’re mine and they help you so ultimately, it’s all me.’

You began washing some extra pots as you let him know what you were cooking and that it was almost done. You felt him get up and walk over. As he got closer, you quickly put what you were washing down and moved away to the stove.

A look of hurt and confusion flashed on his face for a second but it was gone as fast as it came. He followed to look at the food but kept a little distance. He didn’t understand at all what was going on.

You guys set the table up and ate your meal.

He was extremely silent the whole time and it was a very awkward 25 minutes. He offered to do the dishes and as he grabbed the last one, he leaned in to kiss you out of habit as he said thank you. You swerved and this seemed to be his breaking point.

He froze for a moment but then put the plate down and kneeled next to you. He took your hands in his and he looked into your eyes.

‘Y/N, what have I done? I don’t remember doing anything to hurt you and that may also be bad but whatever it is, I’m sorry. Please just tell me and let me fix it,’ he looked so torn up inside and it hurt your heart to see him like that.

And then you broke. (Because you would be a menace to society if you didn’t finally tell him what was going on)

‘I’M SO SORRY! Hold on… I’ll explain,’ You pulled him off the floor and took him over to the sofa. You both sat down. ‘It was such a stupid idea but I saw this prank on tik tok and I wanted to do it.’

The sad look on his face hurt your soul, ‘so you don’t hate me?’

‘God no! I could never!’ You leaned forward and gave him a hug. ‘I’m so sorry! It was a stupid idea!’

He hugged you back in an instant. You were basically in his lap, his face hidden in your neck. ‘Can we just stay like this for a while?’

You nodded and hugged him harder, ‘Can I turn off the kitchen light first?’

‘I’ll pay your electricity bill.’

‘I was kidding,’ you smiled.

‘Someone has to tell you, you’re not funny,’ you could feel him smirk.

‘So mean and hurtful, for what reason?!’ You jokingly sniffled.

‘Feel my pain,’ he laughed.

‘If it makes you feel better, fine,’ you hugged him a little tighter. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘S’okay. I’m just glad it was a prank.’

‘I love you most.’

‘I love you even more’

A/N: I’m thinking of a part two for this. I dont know. Cus I mentioned a tour so maybe it’s worth playing that out a bit. Lemme know what you think.

Please like and reblog and submit your prompts/requests :)

I’m writing anything that comes to mind right now so suggestions would be great.

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

The following parts will probably not come and this was made as a stand alone story. If you’re still wanting to continue reading after this, go for it :) I just wanted to warn you cus if I were you, Id want someone to warn me.

Part 2

#lee know #lee know x reader #lee minho #stray kids #stray kids hurt/comfort #stray kids fluff #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz lee know #hurt/comfort #minho x reader #x reader #skz fanfic #stray kids angst #angst #skz angst #gender neutral reader

[sheep-from-rad]

Safe with me (SAGAU Scaramouche x reader) Note: Guess whose birthday is it(Oct 16)? Yes it’s mine and Xinyan!! My school might start face-to-face classes in November and honestly I am not feeling it. I wanna run away. Also, this is bordering platonic because Scaramouche is my baby like I heard his backstory and I went ‘screw this I’m adopting him’ PS. This fanfic looks better in my head. I wrote it and told myself...'wth did I just wrote' Warnings: injuries (non graphic), violence (non-graphic), OOC (you’ll see why) Masterlist 

Scaramouche let out a harsh command as his robot marched forward through the rainforests. Supposed he already gave up on everything and just started living his life a few months ago but the so-called heroes of this world just made him lose it. ‘I’m losing my mind’, Scaramouche thought. He never once thought that he will be working together with someone and that someone being the mighty traveler themself. Who would have thought that one fateful meeting would lead to this? 

Scaramouche staggered as he struggled to find a shelter from the coming rain. He is used to just resting wherever possible but he might not be able to fend himself right now if he becomes careless. Dottore has set him up for failure and he was basically using him as a scientific experiment. In this world, in order to get a material , one should pay a price or work hard for it and he knows that it will happen. His body felt like it was being torn and being made each and every day and at the end Dottore, much like his creator, threw him away after deeming his work insufficient. 

He cursed mentally as a group of fungi spotted him. He readied himself, ignoring the pain that bloomed when he drew his weapon. ‘I trained myself too hard’, he gritted his teeth. ‘I’m not gonna be defeated by mere plants’. One, two, three, four down. Scaramouche thought it was over until a hard push knocked him off his feet and into the ground. It would be nice if he just fell in the group, he can just easily get up but he was falling in the darkness. It was the same darkness when he was first betrayed, the only difference is that the thunder is not calling his name. 

Behind his giant mech, few people who named themselves as friends of the traveller are marching for the same cause: freeing their creator. He remembered the first time they both had a deep talk. They argue that they are not the creator and they are simply just like the traveller minus the flairs for battle. That one day they just woke up to a whole different world and the aranaras claimed them to be a god. Back then, Scaramouche wanted to hate them for allowing his creation but he remembered the old books inside Tenshukaku. 

It was a story of an ancient absent god whose name was forgotten by its people. They weren’t the original creator of the world but they are the god who nurtured and taught the people of kindness and knowledge of how to live. It was the story of an ancient absent god who was akin to the anemo archon: let the people have their freedom and will only interfere if the problem is really severe. It was a story of a god who everyone thought was dead but they have been missing for thousands and thousands of years. 

“You need to eat”, they said as they placed a bowl of freshly cooked food in front of him. It has been weeks since he has fallen down the Varuna contraption and is now adjusting to his new life together with talking vegetables. He eyed the food before turning away, opting to watch the aranara who was walking by. “I’m no human. I don’t need to eat.” It turned out that he was found by one of the arenas after he fell down the contraption and even though his identity is not known, they did not leave him alone. You sat across from him and turned to your own bowl. “Albedo is not human too but he makes good food and he really loves sweets”. 

Ever since he was found by the cute creatures, you have been taking care of him and won’t stop pestering him. “What if I’m evil and are actually out to kill you?” he muttered quietly but it did not miss your ear. “And then the aranaras won’t have found you.” You pushed the bowl closer to his form with a warm smile that never once left your lips. Guess he won’t really be able to push you away, huh? He picked up the utensil and took a small portion and the flavour immediately spread in his mouth. ‘I can get used to this.’ 

The city was abnormally quiet, there were no people in sight, which is weird because the researchers of the Akademiya never sleep. The chirping from the birds are louder now and they sound even more haunting now that there’s no people around. Scaramouche unmounts the robot with the traveller and their companion right behind him. “Doesn’t this silence remind you of something, traveller?” the small fairy in the group stated. “It’s like that time Dottore took control of everyone.” 

Scaramouche excitedly walked home carrying large bags of fruits and spices. While he is still a criminal, a few people around Sumeru have warmed up to him and they have not been trading plants every few weeks. This week he has meat that came from the ruler from the desert and spices from Gandharva ville. Maybe tonight they could try that curry recipe that the traveller gave them or maybe they could try some recipes from another nation. Scaramouche found himself as not a picky eater but he is biassed towards food that is rich in flavour like Chicken Tofu pudding. 

Instead of the aranara singing, he was greeted by the Varanara outside the dreams. Immediately worry started blooming in his chest, hands shaking, struggling to keep the large bags up. He fears he got abandoned again but it is impossible because they never once pulled away even though he showed bad behaviour. “Scara! You’re here!” Paimon screeched out. He is still getting used to their presence being friendly towards him but Paimon’s voice is something that for sure will take longer time. 

“What is happening?” he collected himself, looking at the tiny fairy who was flailing her equally tiny arms frantically. She rubbed her head in confusion (or was it being unable to word out what just happened?), ready to spat out everything in a scrambled pot of words but she was saved by the traveller who is brandishing a bloodied sword with them. 

“Our enemies took them.” 

Their group climbed the stairs towards the akademiya and they were greeted by mind controlled citizens. “The two of you go up!”Cyno shouted. “Alhaitham and I can handle them!” The traveller gave them a nod as they ran further up. Scaramouche swears that if they touch a single hair on their head, he will go berserk. The moment Dottore let go of him months ago, a new project has started: breaking the original god to gain control of the whole Teyvat and that is one project that he will prevent with his both hands if it ever happens. 

“I know you were going to come”, Dottore and his masked self emerged from the door. It is just them, Dottore, and the traveller now. Scaramouche drew his weapon, ready to fight his former colleague anytime now. “Let them go”, he warned. Dottore only smiled at the two of them. “What for? If you don’t know it yet, you’re the one that leads them to us. Tsaritsa would be so proud of you.” 

Cyno and Alhaitham joined their ranks and soon a few fatui joined Dottore as well. “If you want your god back and then you might as well have a duel with me.” Mentally, Scaramouche sighed. ‘What are you going to do? Slap me with a textbook?’ 

“You know the sky is not real right?” Scaramouche found them sitting on top of the giant leaves. You only smiled at him, putting a finger on your lips and then looking at the sleeping Aranara on your lap. Time passes weirdly inside Varanara given that it is located inside a dream and a day inside there might just be an hour outside. Scaramouche will not admit it but if a world locked between a dream and a frozen time could give him love that he didn’t get and then he will gladly stay inside forever. 

“Many moons ago, the sky was so dark that people were scared to even look at the night sky”, you started. Scaramouche took the space on your side, resting his head on the giant leaf as he stared at the sky. “Some people, due to fear, even said that the sky is cursed and it beckons evil if you stare long enough on it.” You gently put the sleeping Aranara down next to him. “While everything outside this dreamworld is fake, it is still good to find something that is worth living for right?” 

Bodies after bodies fall but the numbers don't go down. The more people they fight, the more comes up. The group is not fighting the controlled people using their weapons but they instead just hit the best points to render them unconscious. They can’t really kill anyone so the best option they can do is to dodge their weapons. It’s strange how Dottore was able to control everyone just by using the Akasha terminal but then again the people of Sumeru had it coming. 

“Scaramouche behind you!” 

Scaramouche turned around to see Dottore running to him in full speed with sword on hand but before he could even get close, a giant dome of dendro enveloped him, taking him away from everyone. “I can lead you to them but you need to grab them fast”, he recognized the voice as the Dendro Archon herself. 

“Why should I trust you?” he asked. He doesn’t have trust in anyone, especially archons. The dendro archon could be trapping him right now as they talk and he can’t help but raise his weapon. “I may not be as powerful as the other archons but I will never let my voice let someone astray.” In a flash he found himself deep within the Akademiya’s library and before he knew it, Scaramouche was running. 

Way before the three moons hang in the sky, the world is enveloped in darkness. Humans prosper within daylight but whenever the sun goes down fear and terror also prospers. Alarmed, a young god of kindness and humility from above the sky asked the highest for their favour: they asked for the stars and the moons. Soon, the night is loved like people do when the sun is out but the young god knows the rule of the world. IF you want something, you have to pay the price. The bigger the demand, the bigger exchange. 

Soon, the young god is now walking alongside mortals. They taught everyone how to be safe at night, how to take care of everyone, and most of all how to be kind. But nothing in this world stays the same. People rose to power, so did the newer gods. With Violence and bloodshed and teachings of kindness all forgotten, the young god then vanished. 

He didn’t waste any time to take them out of the structure that they are currently sleeping in. “I’m going to take you and everyone away from here. I will handle my people.” He heard the dendro archon once again speak before they got transported near Varanara. Maybe Varanara needs to be locked in the dream longer to keep everyone safe. 

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TheWall! Series Part Four: Lucky - Bishop Losa x Reader

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Companion Series to:

Complicated - Bishop already knows your secret.

The Wall - Bishop comes home to find you covered in blood.

TheWall!Series:

Part One: Poker Night - Bishop's poker night is interrupted by gunshots.

Part Two: Ambush - Bishop finds out why you were at The Wall that night.

Part Three: Risk - Your dedication to the cause may be the death of you.

Bishop digs a grave. The muscles in his arms burn as he hefts dirt over his shoulder and onto the ground alongside the hole, he’s standing in. There’s blood rushing in his ears, it’s the only sound he can hear as he loses himself in the rhythmic movements of the shovel.

Sweat clings to him despite the cool nighttime air, the high beams from Riz’s truck lighting up the space he’s working in. A couple of metres away Nestor is dragging the first of the bodies across the dusty ground towards the hole. If they want to keep a lid on this they need to dispose of the evidence, which is why there’s a small crew of them clearing up the crime scene.

“You don’t need to help with the clean-up.” Hank had told him back at Vicki’s. “Me and Taza can take care of it.”

“Yea I do.” He says fiercely as he stands at the bottom of the staircase. “It’s the only thing I’m good for right now.”

He can’t stand to be near that bedroom, not while Stitches is working on you. He trusts the other woman implicitly but knowing that she’s cutting into you, cauterising blood vessels and all that other shit puts him on edge. He’s been on the verge of lifting you out of that bed and taking you to the hospital when she’d thundered up the stairs, medical bag slung across her body. He’d never been so relieved to see another person in his life.

When she’d ordered him out of the room, he’d wanted to fight her, but you’d shaken your head. Things were about to get messy, and you needed him to take care of other shit, the shit you couldn’t deal with right now, you trusted him with that. So, he does as he’s told and leaves you in the capable hands of Stitches and Coco.

“It’s going to be a few of hours.” Stitches had said. “One of us will call you when we’ve finished up.”

It’s been two hours and a half already and still there’s been no call.

“That’s deep enough.” Taza says from alongside the hole. “The three of them should fit.”

He’s talking about the men that Rosa and Nestor took out during the ambush, the two who’d blocked your vehicle in with their own and the man who had aimed a high calibre rifle at your chest and pulled the trigger. Bishop wishes that he could resurrect the piece of shit, just so he could murder him all over again. The physical exertion hasn’t curbed that impulse.

It had been Nestor who’d taken out the shooter, he’d been about to reload when the prospect had blown his brains out, spattering them across the desert floor. Bishop doesn’t give a shit about the vote, that man is getting his kutte as soon as they get back to the clubhouse. Tonight, he’s proved his loyalty to both the MC and to you.

Between them they manage to dump the corpses into the hole and fill in the earth around them. Hank is supervising the second crew, cleaning up the scene of the ambush, disposing of the other vehicle and making sure it doesn’t tie back to them. They know the cops will come sniffing around after the massacre at Alice Reed’s place, Bishop wants the whole fucking thing airtight. There can’t be any blow back on them, on you, he won’t allow it.

It's an hour later when they get back to Vicki’s. He sends the others home.

“Rest, recuperate and we’ll discuss all of this shit in the morning.” he tells them before he waves them off.

Taza refuses to leave his side, instead he situates himself at the bar pouring himself another whisky before he offers one to Bishop. Bishop shakes his head; he wants to have his wits about him when Stitches makes an appearance. He knows there’s going to be a lot of shit to process.

When their medic descends the stairs, he’s on his feet immediately, searching her face for clues on your condition. The poor girl looks exhausted, she’s practically swaying by the time she sits down on one of the plush couches. She pats the seat next to her as an indication for him to do the same.

“She’s gonna make it.” Stitches tells him, her voice tinged with fatigue. “She lost a lot of blood so it’s going to take her some time to recover. She’s going to be weak and exhausted over the next couple of weeks while she replenishes, she’s going to need some extra care.”

Bishop reads between the lines. You and Stitches are friends, he knows that she does work for you on the side with the folks who come over the wall. She’s telling him you need to ease off a little, take the time to recover. They both know that isn’t in your nature, that he’s going to have to be firm with you.

“I’ll take care of her.” He promises Stitches. In his head he’s already making the arrangements. You’ll be more comfortable at home he thinks, his place is too sparse. He’ll have to swing by his apartment and grab a few things before they move you. “Give me a list of the shit she needs, and I’ll make sure it’s all in place.”

“Get Nestor to help you.” Stitches suggests as she slips a small notebook out of her back pocket and tears out a prewritten page before handing it to him. “He’s been through something similar before with Rosa, he’s a good guy to lean on in a situation like this.”

Bishop nods his head in understanding before Stitches continues.

“I managed to get the bullet out but there was some damage to the muscle.” She tells him, tapping the space where the bullet pierced your body. “If she wants to maintain mobility in that arm she’s going to have to go to rehab, I can set her up with a clinic once she’s healed but it’ll be expensive since we have to do it under the radar.”

Jesus, he hadn’t even thought of that. It’s a bitter pill to swallow because he knows how active you are. You’re always in motion, a flurry of activity and movement.

“I’ll pay for it.” Bishop says roughly, folding the paper between his fingers before slipping it into the interior pocket of his kutte. “Whatever she needs I’ll take care of it.”

“She got lucky Bish.” Stitches tells him shaking her head. “Just a few centimetres to the right and we’d be having a different conversation.”

“I know.” He tells her, his hands trembling as he runs them through his hair. “Trust me I know.”

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Meine Tränen | John Price x m!reader

@mockerycrow asked: I forgot if i requested another fic after the soap one,,,, so if i did, i apologize for spamming!!!

“how many fingers am i holding up?” john price x male!reader? maybe price is mad because he did something stupid and got the consequences, but tbh all creative freedom to you! i just like spitting out ideas :P

summary: Price hates himself so much, despises himself and everything he had done. But he can't change it, even though it does come back to bite him in the ass.

tws: death, smoking, major character death, angst, depictions of fatal injuries, blood, war & violence, graphic depictions of corpses

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Price crawled out of bed at exactly one hundred hours; the skies outside were black and smeared with dark grey clouds from the ongoing rain.

It seemed like it had not stopped.

It probably hadn't.

He didn't care anymore.

He swiped a hand down his face, and growled in disgust when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The grey in his moustache and mutton chops was slowly overtaking the brown, and the bags under his eyes were thick.

Dried snot caked around his nostrils, and thick streaks down his cheeks from where his personal rain had not stopped; the whites of his eyes were red, and his lids were ever so slightly puffy and swollen.

He tried to swallow thickly, but his throat was too clogged with mucus and unsaid words to even make an effort. His hands hadn't stopped shaking. His heart refused to stop thundering.

All he could do was sigh as he dragged himself down to the kitchen, not bothering to turn on any lights as he shook his head and reached for the half empty packet of cigarettes left on the counter.

Once they were gone, the only reminder he had left would be taken away with them. His husband's preferred brand, not his own. But he smoked them, just to feel close to him. Just to remember what he once had, and what could have been.

He smoked them, not because he liked them, but because his husband did.

Price glared at the cup of coffee on the side, empty after being used all day. His sad, blue eyes hazy and unfocused. He shook his head. He was an idiot. He should have known that it was a suicide mission.

He should have known that his husband's blood was on his hands. His shaking hands, the blood mixing with the dirt under his fingernails and seeping into his callouses. He sniffled, a sob caught in his throat.

Your voice rang in his ears as he shook his head, trying his best to ignore the strong smell of sulphur; he had been exposed to the stench of the gas enough times to know it without thinking.

Years in the military, Price could identify the stench of sulphur as if it were the smell of home. He swallowed thickly, hanging his head.

"Johnny."

Your voice almost brought him to his knees as he bent over the counter, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he took a shaky drag from the cigarette. Silently begging for it not to happen again. Silently begging to stop being fucking haunted.

He didn't want to see it anymore.

His husband.

Your jaw only just hanging on by a few tendons. Veins throbbing with blood that spewed onto the floor. The gaping and wheezing hole in your chest, making your charred and torn lungs terribly visible as they struggled to breathe.

Your cracked and splintered ribs sticking out and glistening in the moonlight as something thick and black dripped from them. The pain in your eyes.

Price couldn't bear it. "Leave me alone."

The three words he never thought he would ever say to the man he loved.

"I want to say goodbye."

"You said it," he hissed, rain pouring from his eyes as he whimpered. "Now fuck off, piss off back where you belong…"

Price couldn't bear it. He was already hurting so much, but the fact that your broken corpse kept finding its way back to him only made things worse; was it not enough that everything reminded him of you?

Of the terrible thing he had done?

"Please look at me, Johnny."

"You're not real," he gasped, shaking his head desperately. Hoping that if he did it enough, you would go away. "Go away."

Price should have known that he would always be haunted by you. It was his own fault; he shouldn't have sent you on that mission. He should have known that shock troop tactics would never work in modern warfare.

It was his fault. He had killed his own husband. He had no one to blame but himself, he should have seen the double trench lines, he should have known about the snipers on the hills and the machine guns in the valleys.

He should have known better than to kill his own husband.

"Johnny look at me," you begged, the words garbled and sounding almost like radio static. "Johnny… how many fingers am I holding up?"

But Price couldn't look at you. Still whimpering that you weren't real. You weren't there. You couldn't be. He had heard your final words over the radio and Comms, he had heard your dying breaths and had hated himself every day since.

It hurt, you had to know that at least - that to see your decaying corpse was hurting him. To hear your voice, so garbled and static-y like it had been the day you died, was hurting him.

He flicked the cigarette into your metal ashtray, and grabbed his hair as he sank down to his knees, pressed against the cupboard as he wept softly; begging for you to go away, to leave him alone.

Couldn't you see how much it hurt?

Couldn't you see that he hated himself so much already?

He thought about getting his revolver from upstairs. He thought about pressing the barrel to his mouth, but he could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, so he grabbed it.

With shaky hands, his voice quivering, he answered.

"Gaz?"

"Sorry to wake you, Sir," Gaz sounded quite cheerful. "But would it be alright if I skip theory tomorrow? Hesh and Logan wanna go see the new Barbie film, and I thought I'd go with them."

Price nodded, sniffling. "Sure."

"You alright, Price?" Gaz asked, his voice going quiet. "You sound like you've been crying."

"Just… a long night," Price sighed out. "But don't worry about me, go see the film with your mates. It'll do you some good… just don't worry about me."

"You can talk to me, y'know," Gaz said softly. "I miss him, too… we were mates from school, if you forgot."

"I know," Price whispered, nodding against the cupboard. "But you go enjoy yourself at Babie-"

"Barbie."

"Right. You go enjoy yourself," Price nearly ordered. "Have fun with your mates, you… you know he would've wanted you to live."

"Do you still wanna come to the cemetery on Tuesday?"

"I'll be there," he muttered. "I always am."

The call ended.

Price broke, screaming in agony as he grabbed at his hair, the rain pouring as his voice slowly died out, going hoarse and raw and leaving his throat throbbing and feeling as if it was going to collapse; he screamed and screamed, until he could finally stand up again.

Weeping as he went for another cigarette.

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MOVING ON...

Michael Bluth x fem! Babysitter!reader

Summary: its been a year since she's been gone and Michael feels horrible about how fast he's moving on, but he just can't resist her

Warnings/rating: smut, kinda angst ig. Reader is in her 20s. Beta read we die like nana. I made George michael b younger cuz it wouldn't make sense if he had a baby sitter if he was like 12. Also Michael and geroge Michael don't both sleep in the attic.

This is my first fanfic lolz

He was overcome with grief, it had been over a year but he still wasn't able to lift this fog that was constantly weighing on him. He keeps on catching himself turning to her as a voice of reason, but she isn't there. He feels trapped, unable to tell anyone about his feelings, he didn't want to bring anyone down with his sulking, especially not George Michael, he didn't deserve it he’s just a kid.

His moping must have become visual because he sensed someone behind him, and due to this he was forced to turn around.

“Are you okay Mr. Bluth?” she said in a somewhat timid voice, as if she was afraid to speak to him. “Yes… yes i'm alright, just-” He stopped himself before he revealed too much “where’s George Michael?”

“I just tucked him in, after I read him a story he was completely knocked out” she giggled, as did Michael. But he didn't respond, he wasn't sure how, so you both stood there awkwardly waiting for the other to say something.

“Um.. well, I guess I should g-” but she was interrupted by a loud crack of thunder and the sound of heavy rain starting to fall. This shocked her, making her stumble backwards, tripping on the stair placed right behind her, causing her to fall on her back. She let out a small cry before she had realised Michael had rushed to her side. “Are you okay Y/N?” he asked frantically while lifting her head so it wouldn't be touching the hard floor it had just crashed into. Butterflies flew to her stomach, she was embarrassed to admit it but she found her employer very attractive, though she felt horrible about it because it was very clear that he was not in the right space mentally for anything that she desired.

“Ye-yeah im alright, just hit my head a little” she laughed awkwardly. “Maybe you should stay, that storm sounds heavy and I wouldn't want you to get in an accident” he said while helping you off the ground and helping you over to the couch. “Are you sure that's okay? I mean where would I sleep?” she couldn't keep eye contact, she was too nervous by the idea of waking up in the same house as Michael. “you would sleep in my bed” this made her even more nervous “and I would sleep on the couch”. She was hoping that he hadn't noticed how very red her face was. “Well I suppose it would be safer” she admitted.

He patted her on the shoulder and led her upstairs to where he slept and encouraged her shuffling inside. “ so I'll… be down stairs if you need anything”. And without another word he closed the door leaving her alone in his room. His hastiness worried her.

He shouldn't feel this way, he had only lost his wife a year ago and he couldn't move on so soon. But he was, I mean how could he not. She was kind and knew how to look after George Michael and that's not to mention how pretty she was. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, he couldn't deny it even if it felt so wrong to feel that way.

Michaels thoughts were cut short by the sound of socks thudding down the carpeted stairs. “Mr. Bluth?” she quietly questioned. “y/n, anything that you need? And you can call me Michael, in fact I insist on it”. He said while standing up and walking over to her. “Well… Michael” she pushed out, “I have nothing to sleep in, I would sleep in this but it's not very comfortable” she gestured to her clothing which, indeed, didn't look like something you could sleep in comfortably. She insisted on wearing professional clothes even though the job never required it, she thought it made her look older. “oh… yes, I'm sorry. You can probably wear some of my old clothes, I think I have some up there“

Michael quickly shuffled through his clothes in his closet, picking out clothes suitable for the girl to wear to bed. “Here, these should do'' he had handed her an old oversized button up shirt, one very similar to ones he wears on a daily basis, as well as a pair of shorts with very worn elastic around its waist. “Well, goodnight Mr- Michael” she clung the clothes Michael had given her tightly to her chest. Michael smiled “good night”

He left the room as quickly as he could, before he could convince himself to do anything he would regret. But she stopped him, grabbing his arm preventing him from leaving.

“Michael…”

“Y/N”

Her face flared with heat before she could even say what she was intending to say.

“I'm going to say something very inappropriate, something that may cause you to fire me” she paused, attempting to build up enough courage.

“Im… interested-” but he stopped her… with his mouth. His temptation had boiled over making him lose his sensibility.

But she pulled away almost as soon as it happened. “Mr. Bluth! Wh-what are you doing!?” she staggered. “I'm so sorry! I miss read this situation entirely, have a good night, i'll drive you home in the morning” he released his grip on her shoulders and rushed to the door.

“No, no! Quite the opposite, you just… didnt let me finish” she looked away.

“Oh” he said in a hushed voice.

“You may continue, I mean, if you'd like”

Michael walked towards her, and placed his hands either side of her face and slowly started to lean in to connect his lips with hers once again. y/n slowly started to reciprocate, etching her hands down from his shoulders onto his chest.

Michael walked her over to his bed, keeping their lips connected. He laid her down and slowly climbed on top of her, his right hand gliding down to her hip, his other placed above her head in order to prop him up. His right hand slowly started to lift up her shirt, bringing it over her head until he got to her shoulders, he disconnected their lips in order to take her shirt off all the way.

“Is this okay?” he asked as he reached for the back of her bra to confirm that she was enjoying this as much as he was.

“Yes” she quickly nodded as she saw her bra being thrown to some corner of the room.

“Is it okay if I try something” and again you nodded.

Michael grabbed her hips and brought her to the edge of the bed where he had knelt down, his face mere inches away from her crotch. This caused him to shut her legs out of instinct.

He quickly shot his head up “I don't have to”

“No, no it's ok, it's just, I guess I'm just a little nervy, ha…ha” she laughed nervously. He said no more, simply bringing his hands to her hips to unzip her skirt, tugging it down her legs alongside her underwear, leaving her naked.

“But before you do… that. Could you, take your shirt off or something, it feels slightly unfair that you're fully clothed and im… well, not” she said while holding his shoulders away from where her thighs meet. “oh yes, of course” he said as he began to unbutton his shirt and pull it off his shoulders.

“There, now, where was I?” it was a rhetorical question because he had already lent in and laid a long lick right along her slit. This caused y/n to release a loud whimper, that Michael loved to hear but, due to his child sleeping peacefully sleeping in the other room, would have to hear less of it.

“Shhh, baby, remember George Michael is in the other room, we can’t wake him” He whispered while holding his hand to her mouth. “Oh, oh, yeah” nodded once he had removed his hand.

Michael returned to your dripping pussy, but this time he added something. You could feel the heat of his palms sliding up your bare thigh, bringing his fingers directly to her hole. This made her whimper again, but not as loud, George Michael wouldn't have heard. He pushed his index and middle finger inside, moving them against her smooth walls.

His pace started to quicken and her thighs started to close in around his head as she started to get closer.

“Oh, oh! Michael!” she moaned, her walls squeezing in around his two fingers.

“Wow” she sighed as he removed his fingers from her.

“Yeah” he replied.

Michael then proceeded to stand up and begin to fiddle with his belt, loosening it and removing it as well as his pants, then his underwear followed.

He was big…

He climbs on top of her again. “Are you ready?” He pushed her hair out of her face. “Uh huh” she replied, cheeks still burning. “Okay”

He slowly pushed inside her, making sure not to go too fast, he was aware of his size, its hur other girls in the past.

He groaned as he bottomed out, and then slowly started to move his hips. “Does this feel good baby?”. He whispered into her ear. This admittedly turned her on even more. “mHM!!” her pitch was affected by an especially hard thrust that caused her voice to break a little, Michael thought it was cute.

Michael was getting close embarrassingly quick, he was out of practice. So to ensure that he didn't leave you in need, he reached his hand down to play with your clit. He seemed to enjoy this, it was given away by the embarrassing moan you let out.

“Michael… Im getting close” y/n whimpered while gripping onto his broad shoulders, nails making indents in his skin.

“So am I” he huffed, making his circles on her clit faster and the movement of his hips quicker. “Oh my god y/n”

And before either of them knew it, they were both cumming. His dick releasing warm liquid deep in her stomach and her walls squeezing him for dear life.

Michael rolled over onto his back, riddled with grief but somehow at the same time relief. He looked over at her, she was fast asleep, and at that moment, michael knew it was okay for him to move on. He pulled the blankets over himself and her, pulled her to his side and kissed her on the forehead.

“Goodnight y/n”.

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Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 1]

Night 1  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)

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✎ Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall cause Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 1.2K

✎ Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ...more // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎ Note: Im not really a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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Most of the time he guards at his post on top of the wall till nighttime and will come back to his room to rest, but from yesterday he started to stay up there till early morning.

You have been laying on bed facing away the door and almost falling asleep, and footsteps can be heard outside the room and approaching the door, you flinch at the sudden movement of someone bursts into your room or perhaps the room that used to belong to your husband, Heimdall and now belong to both of you.

Expecting him to start belittling you and spitting whatever insult that can make you shrink and wanting to run away, but the only thing you heard from him is nothing but a long sigh. He sounds tired. Unlike the other Aesir who usually spend their whole night in the Black Thunder getting drunk, feasting and flirting with women, your husband never join in as he who is utterly unpopular in parties due to his habit of talking shit to whoever that come close to him, that why wherever he goes, everyone will make sure to stay away from him at least 10 feet away but that doesn’t stop him to constantly read people mind knowing how dirty, lustful and fucked up people can be.

This marriage was a mistake, you think. You don’t like the idea of being tied to others especially someone who can read mind and intention, its like starting you naked. Heimdall too didn’t like this at all, he couldn’t stand the idea of sharing the same private space with others that might have bad intentions or worse. “Nobody ever says what they mean, there is always something behind their action, lie and cheat to get what they want.” Heimdall once muttered to himself on his wedding day that was held days ago.

Your body tense up as this is the first time Heimdall came back to the bed chamber after the wedding. Both of you get married even before you two know each other a little.

“…” should you say something like ‘welcome back’ or ‘how was your day’? You don’t know, hel you don’t even know how he will react if you—

“Save it.” Heimdall cut off your thought. “It’s not like we care for each other”

Cold word but it’s true, both of you don’t know each other, no hate no love it just nothing.

It is what Odin wants, the All-father wanting his son to produce a grandkid who is stronger and better or maybe can have some new power. All his sons are already married, except Heimdall who keeps rejecting the proposal of getting marriage.

The moment Odin knew your newfound ability is capable of changing or manipulate people feeling and intention toward you, he can’t stop thinking what if you and Heimdall have a kid, maybe a grandkid that can read other’s mind and alter their action and intention toward others. This is a jackpot for Odin, a new spawn to spare to use and alter his fate, the Ragnarök. This time Heimdall objection fall into deaf ear, one look into Odin his father steel cold eye, he shut his mouth and agree on the marriage. Knowing this is his duty as an Aesir god and obey the All-Father wish. This is also the reason why Heimdall has been hanging around the training field, putting the rage on Helmets by beating the shit out of them.

“There are rules I do hope you remember” Heimdall said while removing his sword Hofuo from his belt and put it on the desk forcefully.

“First, make sure you change to clean clothes when you back to the room to rest, I do not want our room to get filthy by blood or any dirt that you might bring it back with you.” Ah, I married a clean freak you think of yourself.

“…Second, you can’t tell anyone what you see or know of me in private. Since we sharing the room there is no way of me completely avoid you.” Did he think of you of someone that will badmouth their husband, you need to stop the urge of rolling your eye. What a—

“And the last, Do. Not. Touch. the diary I put on the table. And you do know I can hear your thoughts, right? so please stop your awful thought, its immensely annoying, Wife.”

“…” Yeah right, he can hear your thought. There is no privacy when the god of foresight is around. And the last word sound sarcastic but you can’t tell.

“You know for someone like you who doesn’t talk much, you sure have a lot on mind. It’s best you just stop thinking about those nonsense and sleep now, or you can stay on top of the wall all night, by all mean” His white tunic is now hanging on the chair. The whole room suddenly went dark as he put out the candles on the table with his finger and now sitting on the bedside he sighs again.

“I’m going to rest now, do me a favor just don’t do anything that will wake me up, unlike you I only have less time to rest and lot of work to do to protect this realm.”

“G..Goodnight” That the only word you gather enough courage to say and there is no response from him. You know he is not yet asleep, obviously he is ignoring you or he just doesn’t care enough.

Even though you didn’t turn to the side to peek, you can feel that he is just a few inches away from you as you can sense the warmth from his side, and a slight turn you might touch his back and you do not wish to anger him, he might feed you to Gulltoppr.

It’s been almost an hour and you really can’t fall asleep at all, not when there is another sleeping next to you like this, yes, he is your husband, but you don’t even know him much other than what you heard from the Asgardian that he is rude, ignorant, spiteful piece of –. SHIT you really need to stop thinking out loud. But he didn’t say anything back to you so far, maybe he is asleep right? Probably he is asleep, Heimdall is not someone who will miss the chance of being rude to anyone.

Can’t believe you are sharing the room with Heimdall, who is sleeping right next to you. OH WAIT how he sleep look like? Now you are curious, did he sleep curled up in a fetus pose? A stomach sleeper? Or like a starfish HA that’s hilarious! Curiosity kills the cat; you are getting a little impatient and slowly you turn around one move at a time to check on him and trying to not make noise.

Since it’s pitch dark as he put out the candles, you really tried your best to see. Start from the bottom you can see his legs slightly curl up, and you his toes is facing you. You skipped a beat; cause that only means he is facing you. YOUR SIDE. Rapidly your eyes jump to look at his face. You can’t see anything other than that iconic glowing pair of eyes. Piercing at you.

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[smolvenger]

I Say Nothing That Frightens Me Part Three

Paring: Loki x fem! Reader

Series Summary: As a young Asgardian, you have grown to be friends and secretly pine for the younger Prince Loki. After his fury has sent him off, his mother sends you on a quest to find him and bring him home. Your quest makes you cross paths with a mysterious group that calls themselves the TVA. There, Loki can be found...but he loves someone named Sylvie, not you.

Chapter Word Count: 2K

Part One//Part Two (This will be in Four Parts)

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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Warnings: Mostly some cursing. I use an oldie-but-goodie Fanfic Trope. Lack of detailed editing and multiple drafts because I just want to get this done-fuck it, we ball I say as I type this. But lots of fluffy moments and only tiny bits of angst and lots of references to canon

“What do you mean my brother’s not back?” Loki cried.

You sat in your chair, leaning back on it. Folding your arms. You couldn’t help but huff through your nose. You were looking forward to the grand victory banquet that would be at home. Frigga declaring you Asgard’s heroine. Seeing a family reunited. Wine and platters overfilling with joyful music. Even a parade and ball thrown in your honor as a medal shone on your armor for good measure. That kind of stuff.

“Thor. Is not. Back.” Steve repeated.

Guess that would have to wait.

“How come?” you questioned.

“Because they need help specifically with him. It involves thunder. That’s what Beefcake’s out there doing,” Tony continued.

Loki put a hand to his forehead and sighed.

“Do you know when he’ll be back? Even for a break?” you asked.

Steve shrugged as he sat. He squinted his blue eyes to think and then looked at you. His eyes softened and he spoke in a reassuring tone.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. Shouldn’t take him too long. You know he’s incredible. He could be back by tomorrow…”

“Or dead,” Tony quipped.

Loki’s black head whipped around; you could see the veins on his neck tighten.

“Do you honestly think this is the time for your little jokes?” Loki replied, face becoming red.

Natasha cut in from where she was leaning against the wall. Up to then, she’d just stood there, arms folded and observant.

“If I had to guess, he should be back in headquarters by a week. We’ll ask Shield to get in touch with him.”

“Alright…thank you. It’s important…” you replied.

“How come?” she asked, taking a few steps forward.

“The Queen asked me to return him,” you explained.

“No problem…if you need anything, you can always ask,” Natasha offered.

You felt her eyes over your Asgardian armor and clothes. But the slight smile showed your approval. It made you smile back.

“Of course.”

“There’s food in the fridge too- help yourself while you’re here!” Natasha offered.

“You both can both even stay here as long as you like…as long as Loki doesn’t get inspiration again,” Steve offered.

Loki shot him a look, crossing his arms like a dour child.

“Thank you! I’d rather we stay here in case Thor reappears. You’re very kind…”

“No, he’s not! Are you out of your mind, Steve?” Tony interrupted.

Your head turned and tilted at them.

“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked.

“Why? We’re obligated to show some basic human decency to them!” Steve argued.

“Why? I’ll tell you why-why don’t you waltz on over to the Guest room and see!” Tony offered.

As you and Loki walked there, you both understood his point. Honestly, you should have taken the hint from the last sentence. It was a singular word. Room. There was only one bed in that room.

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That night both of you lay in the bed together, curled away from each other. Both of you were in pajamas. You selected some silk red pajamas. Loki picked some in his favorite green. Both funded by Stark, of course. Neither of you offered to sleep on the floor of the couch. Neither of you wanted to sleep on the floor of the couch. You could hear his soft breathing and though you stared out into the night sky and outline of the city, you found despite the long, arduous day…your mind kept you up.

You thought you heard him shuffle next to you.

“Anything you want to say?” you asked.

“None…really…only this…don’t think I’m not grateful, Y/N.”

You turned over, blankets rustling in your movement.

“How come?”

“You risked all that and went through that…because you worried about me. I never thought people worried about me.”

“Your mother worries about you. Thor worries about you…and I worry about you…” you replied.

He turned over to meet you.

“Y/N…thank you…”

“Thank you? I never heard you uttered those words before…and I thought you were the polite brother…” you commented.

“Now you have.”

He broke into a smile.

You looked down and saw his arm.

“How’s your cut doing?”

“Much better- not stinging anymore…”

“From the pain or the alcohol on it?”

“Both…”

You then turned back to the outline.

“I’ve only been to this city once. Traveled all the way up there from the countryside of this place…I was in such a rush to find you, get there I never…never noticed how pretty it is…” you mused.

“We should explore it.”

“What, really?”

“Yes, really. Should be more amusing than sitting around the tower all day waiting for Thor.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m tired of being on the run. Or fighting. Or struggling…I just want to..enjoy something. And preferably not alone.”

“You’re not alone, Loki. You never were…”

“Neither were you…”

There was a brief pause.

“Do you have your magic back?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t do this usually but…Can you conjure something to help me sleep? Wine or tea or something?” you asked.

Loki flicked his wrist and conjured the drink. He handed it over.

“You need only ask.”

You stood up to drink the cup as he settled himself back in. Soon you both fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, Tony practically tossed a credit card on you as if it was mere confetti.

“Go ahead- Max it out. Have fun, kids…just don’t do any invasions, okay? Okay!” he said.

Both of you wandered out to the city. As you walked on, it was nearly overwhelming. The skyscrapers were as tall as the statues of the warriors through the Asgardian cloudy streets. Fried foods overcame your nose and made you salivate.

“I never tried one of there!” you said, pointing to a food stand selling hot dogs.

As you both brought it to your mouth and smelled it, then you ate.

“Norns! This is delicious!” you said. You experimentally took the packet of red sauce called “KETCHUP” and slathered it on there.

“I am not sure what it’s made of…but I don’t care,” Loki said as he took another careful bite.

“Don’t you think…don’t you think we should ask the kitchen to replicate it! Shouldn’t be too hard- some meat and bread!”

“I can conjure that easily! You only have to cut it like so …

Loki conjured a slab of ham. Too many people walking by talking on phones or listening with ear buds barely noticed him. He had the ham cut into a hot dog shape.

“And then fix the bread like this.”

Bread in the shape of a long oval cut open floated in air. The sausage fit into the roll.

“- and there you have it!”

Both of you took a walk out in the park.

“So you invaded New York to rule, right?” you asked as you walked.

“I must tell you…I think…something influenced me?”

“Your addiction to self-destruction?” you asked.

“The Mind Stone.”

“What?”

“And Thanos.”

“What…what are you talking about?”

Hands in pockets, you both walked. He kept talking. Too many people were on their phones, listening to music, or looking after children or dogs.

“Well then…that…that makes sense…”

“Why else would I get those headaches?” he asked.

Both of you kept walking. The trees shook with the breeze, and you heard a bee buzz by you. But you could see a tiredness, a sadness in Loki’s eyes.

“What do you think now, Y/N? Of me? I became the very enemy you’ve been trained since a child to fight,” he said.

“I…I don’t that…I think you’re good. You were only hurt. And you made some bad choices. I don’t consider any of that unforgivable…especially since it probably wasn’t your fault to begin with.”

There was silence. You wrapped him into a hug. He was always warm, despite the summer heat. Always enveloping. You could smell the sandalwood of the shampoo he used in headquarters.

“Why should we stay in the past, anyway?” you then questioned with a smile.

“I just worry…who knows what he’s capable of…” he fretted.

Both of you noticed a puddle on the ground. You walked around it, your reflections from below passing by like the clouds.

“Loki…you need to tell your brother. And the Avengers. Let them know. Let them know it wasn’t entirely your fault- only partly. And they will want to know about Thanos,” you told him.

He smiled a little.

“Well, then, if you ask it, I shall…” he replied.

You walked and walked about all day. By the time you both sat on a bench in the park, the soreness of your feet struck you. You were so lost in each other’s company you lost track of the time.

The next day, other than some walking, you insisted you both go shopping. There were too many shops here to resist. Especially those with multiple stories. And Midgaurdian fashion fascinated you. The shops back home had only one floor. Some in New York had twenty.

“Is there a store that strikes your fancy?” you asked Loki, passing by.

He pointed to one window that showed a variety of suits.

“I think…I’d like to try one…”

“Then lets!” you offered, pulling his hand inside.

You go to a classy store. The employees wore dresses and suits. It played jazz and people walked around with drinks of coffee or champagne. So much finery. He then settled on a few as an employee guided him around.

You sat down, waiting for him to emerge and then he did. The employee dropped their jaw and grinned.

Loki was in an all black- black shirt and black suit. It made his skin and beautiful hands stick out even more. It was crisp and clean and fit him like a glove.

“I…I look…” he began to mutter.

‘I’ll say it, you look handsome!” you cheered. You took him to a mirror so he could admire himself.

That evening, you decided to end it by going to a wine bar. It was lovely and wooden. There were even giant lamps that looked like flowers. You ahd ordered two glasses for each of you and enough food to feed a giant. Which, in fact, you were in the company of one.

“Hmmm, nice and dry. Some fruity overtones. Quite good.”

“I don’t mind. Wine is wine. And it’s good.”

“Well, you haven’t drank enough wine then, Y/N!”

“I only would drink it at banquets!”

You then held the rim of your glass.

You then held the rim of your glass.

“Loki…be honest with me…am I a good warrior?”

“Of course, you are.”

“I…I just would always use to lose fights. And you know when I’d run away as a child…”

“I do not see you running away very often, darling.”

“There is training, but this is reality…”

“What did mother ask you to do? To face every danger to find me? And you did.”

You blinked at him.

“I think you are a good warrior. No matter what you might think of yourself.”

“I…uh…thank you…”

He raised the glass.

“Cheers?”

“Cheers,” you replied.

You tapped the glass and then drank it.

“I think I know what you’re talking about…I do taste the overtones a bit,” you commented.

“I think you should become a connoisseur in no time, Y/N,” he said.

It was the next day he announced something almost ludicrous.

“Y/N, we should see a play or these ‘musicals’ New York is known for!” Loki suggested that next afternoon.

“Who said we had to spend money?” he asked with a wink.

You looked through the calendar of shows. First for musicals, since they were less common back home. And the more melodramatic, Loki said, the better. One was selected.

Both of you located the theatre and got there at an earlier time, right when the crew and cast would walk in before the show. Using the billboards, he transformed himself and you into two ensemble members.

Once you walked in, already there was one crew member.

“Oh, hello! How are you? Traffic, okay? Break legs tonight- remember- check the notes! Phil fixed your tights too so thank her!” they chatted.

Both of you walked out. Your heart beat fast seeing these people miff about. Knowing you were doing something forbidden.

“Please- Y/N! Don’t get lost backstage!” he whispered to you.

“But Loki- look at this set piece!! And the costumes here- so beautiful!”

“Don’t wander off-here!”

He clasped your hand, entwining fingers with yours.

“Besides, we have to get our seats,” he said.

As the actors in street clothes, you both walked over to the front of the theatre and then to the lobby bathrooms. Empty, thank the Allfather. With a flick of his wrist, green light emerged over you. He reappeared in a fine tuxedo and his hair back. But when you looked, you blinked and saw you had a red dress on. It was very flattering on your body. Straps went over your shoulders and the shade looked perfect for your skin.

Both of you walked out. The crowd was already walking in, holding playbills in hand. Yet you couldn’t help but keep staring at yourself in the mirror. There was a large, stupid smile on your face.

“I have to admit, you have good taste. This is beautiful!” you gasped, turning at angles to admire yourself.

“You are beautiful!” Loki replied.

You both froze and looked.

“I mean! I mean…you always were beautiful!” he added on. Though his face did turn pink. The God of mischief and mayhem and here he was-embarrassed.

“Uh…thank you!” you responded.

Both of you walked forward to find the odd empty seats. Then enjoyed the show.

You did the same each night.  You saw the most melodramatic musicals. It was hard to believe amidst all the wine drinking, walks, store visits, and shows, that four days passed by.

Both of you were walking in late on the fourth day after seeing your latest show. Both of you smiling from how his magic worked wonders and from everything you saw and experienced.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” he asked.

Both of you entered your room.

“Sure, tell me…”

“Sylvie betrayed me. I did everything for her and still…I can’t tell you what a pathetic sad sack I became. But…Y/N, this week…I…I had fun…”

“I did too…”

His own magic made you both clean. No need for waiting for a shower. You both were tired-as well as changed into pajamas.

“You’re pretty damn efficient, Loki. Thanks for that.”

“I’m not waiting until midnight to bathe…” he quipped.

“Sleep well, Y/N…”

“You too…”

There was no turning around. This time, you curled towards each other. His smiling face was the last thing you saw before sleeping.

Then there was a noise and the sound of boots. You barely blinked awake. The grogginess of your deep sleep letting you go of its peaceful embrace. And it was still dark in the room, your eyes adjusted.

There were people- agents all in armor and helmets.

“Y/N! Y/N! What are you doing? Disrupting the sacred timeline!”

“What! What timeline?”

He jolted out of bed.

“You will NOT have her! You won’t!”

But it was too late. One agent took their long stick with blue at the end and stuck it on you. An electric fizz washed down your body, head to toe. You heard Loki cry out your name as everything turned to black.

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When you came to, you were not in New York. In New York the buildings were lovely, tall, and completely built. Here, everything was ruined and desolate. And it was an overcast day. Your heart beat fast and you could taste dirt. It stuck you that you were laying on the ground. You could taste dirt.

“Ah, are you a Loki too?” was the voice you heard.

“Wait…no she isn’t,” said another.

“No…it’s…it’s a Y/N…” another muttered.

They all lowered their jaws. A tall, muscular man covered in furs. An old man in a silly costume. A dark-haired boy in green. And oddest of all, a tiny alligator all staring at you. And though you didn't know them, they knew you.

“A Y/N! The President’s gonna find out…they all are soon…”

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

I Will Always Wait For You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1421

Summary: You thought you were in love with Brock, that was until he was caught cheating. Heartbroken, you flee back to the apartment building you live in but instead of going home, you knock on your best friend, Steve Rogers, door. Seeing you in distress Steve quickly does everything he knows to make your night better. Through innocent conversations feelings are finally relieved.

Warnings: Slight heartbreak/mention of cheating, beginning of friends to lovers, fluff, kissing, and cuddling. Let me know if I mention anything.

A/N: This is for @lovelyavengers​ “I’m feeling 2022 writing challenge.” Prompt: “I didn’t know where else to go.” with neighbor Steve.

A/N 2: Thank you to @music-culture-mythology​ and @pigwidgeonxo​ for beta reading this. All mistakes are my own.

This is a one-shot only.

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The rain was coming down hard, masking your tears as you ran down the sidewalk in Brooklyn. You should have listened to your friends that Brock would break your heart, but you were a fool in love. Was it really love though? The lightning lit the sky while thunder echoed loudly through the streets. Your breathing came out forcefully, making your way past people to put distance between you and your now ex-boyfriend. 

The plan was to cook him dinner in his apartment and have a quiet night in while trying to salvage your relationship. Your boss had let you out early and the thought of his surprised face would have made your night. As you walked into his apartment he was indeed surprised as he had Stacy, his receptionist, on his lap with their clothes half pulled off and her tongue in his mouth.

Backing out of the apartment you heard him call after you. He had chased you to the elevator telling you it didn’t mean anything but you weren’t a fool, not anymore. Brock made a grab at your arm to talk sense into you but your hand flew to his face, striking him hard enough that he let you go. 

Now you’re completely soaked from the storm as you pushed your way into the apartment building. You walked slowly while a million thoughts ran through your mind about what you could have done differently. Maybe if you did your make-up more or dressed to show more skin, maybe then Brock wouldn’t have strayed. Your body seemed to be on autopilot at the moment and you walked past your apartment. All you could do is stand outside your neighbor's door for a brief moment before you knocked lightly at his door. After a moment of no answer, you turned to leave when the door flew open. There stood your best friend and neighbor, Steve Rogers.

“Oh my gosh, doll what happened? You’re soaked to the bone.” Steve took in your drenched appearance as you stood at his door refusing to make eye contact

Softly you whispered, “I didn’t know where else to go.” 

“It’s okay, come in here so we can get you warm.” Steve looped his arm around your waist and walked you both into his apartment. He could tell something was very wrong. Quickly he pulled off your jacket and shoes, leaving both at the door. Picking you up he walked to his bedroom to grab you some dry clothes. This wasn’t the first time he had seen the sadness in your eyes, he knew this reeked of Brock. “Doll. I need you to change in the bathroom for me and put these clothes on. Leave the wet clothes in the tub and I will throw them in the dryer when you’re done. Can you do that for me?” You refused to look at him but nodded your head. 

Steve gave you the privacy that you needed while you changed. He tried to push his anger deep inside him because being mad at Brock wouldn’t solve anything. Knowing just what you needed Steve grabbed the phone and called your favorite Chinese food restaurant, hoping this would bring a smile to your face. After he hung the phone up he heard the bathroom door open and watched as you made your way to his couch. Once you sat down he pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around you.

“Thanks, Stevie. I’m sorry I dropped by like this again,” you softly spoke, nuzzling into his blanket and breathing in his scent. He always seemed to know what you needed. 

Steve sat next to you and rubbed the blanket over your arms, trying to give you warmth. “Don’t be sorry. I love when you stop by. I already ordered some food for us and once it’s here we can pop in your favorite movie.” 

“Legends of the Fall.” Steve smiled as you looked up at him in excitement and nodded his head. “Aren’t you sick of that movie by now?”

“Not really, it’s a great movie. Plus I know you have a crush on Tristan.” Steve wiggled his eyebrows at that and you buried your head into the blanket. “Hey, don’t be shy. There is nothing wrong with it. I mean heck Susannah is hot and we both know they belonged together.”

“Do you think that two different people could end up together?” Your eyes looked up from the blanket and watched Steve trying to process the question.

Steve sat closer to you now and brushed the stray hair from your face. “I think two people in love, despite being different, can absolutely end up together.” 

You bit your lip as you took in the true meaning of what he was saying. There was never any doubt that there were untold feelings between the two of you. Even Brock had brought that up at one point when he was mad at you that you had a guy friend. Maybe you were just denying the inevitable all this time. 

Steve cupped your cheek as he gently spoke, “I’ll wait for you. However long it takes. I’ll wait for you forever.”

A smile finally crossed your face. “One of my favorite quotes, Steve. You really do enjoy that movie. But I-I agree, I think a part of me always knew that Brock was never going to work. That my heart leaned more towards someone else.”

“If you say Tristan you’re gonna break my heart.” Your finger poked him in his side and Steve laughed at your mischievous smile.

You took a slow, deep breath. “It’s you, Steve. I know it’s been you but I’ve always been too afraid to say anything.”

Before you could finish your thought Steve cupped your cheek and kissed you. It wasn’t dominating, oh no, it was a soft passionate kiss like what you saw in the movies. Steve wanted to deepen the kiss but there was a knock on the door. He let out a sigh as he got up, answered the door, and paid for the food.

“Is that what I think it is?” You asked, throwing the blanket off you and bolting to the kitchen where he set the food down.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as you tore through the bags. “It’s exactly what you think. I ordered all your favorites.”

You stopped what you were doing and turned to face him. “Thank you, for always knowing what I need. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.” Steve walked over to her and caged her body against the counter.

“How about we don’t find out cause I’ve loved you for a long time now.” Your eyes began to water at his confession, starting to fall as he watched you with a gentle smile and loving eyes. With as much tenderness as you've ever experienced, he wiped them away with his thumb

“I love you too. How about this being our first date? That’s if you don’t mind,” you asked, biting your lip from nervousness. 

“I don’t mind one bit doll.” He kissed your forehead, then the both of you divided up your food. It was a perfect night, something that you have grown to love over time. Movie, take out, and now cuddling is something you could definitely get used to. Tonight had started out difficult but if you were honest this is exactly where you were meant to be all along. There was nothing left for them to say, both content and excited for the future. It felt like everything and nothing had changed between them. Things were looking up.

You both had fallen asleep during the movie all cuddled up under the blanket on the couch. When Steve woke he carefully picked you up and brought you to his bed to sleep. Being the gentleman and friend he was, he turned to go sleep on the couch when your fingers lightly grabbed his shirt.

“Stevie, please stay with me. I need more cuddles.” Your words were slurred from sleep and your eyes stayed closed as you continued to hold onto his shirt.

How could he deny you ever, especially with how cute you looked? Lifting the covers, Steve crawled underneath, and instantly you rolled closer, hanging onto him like a koala bear to eucalyptus. He couldn’t help the smile as he placed a soft kiss on your brow. “I’m not going anywhere, doll. I will always be here for you.”

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Duolingo x reader x Scrub Daddy

Duo gritted his beak and hooted in a low undertone, “Have you done your lesson for the day?” The green owl pressed its large hulking body against your frail, quivering form, cornering you.

You blushed scarlet at the contact. “N-n-not yet, Duo-sama. I will though.”

“I can’t let you leave yet then, watashi no koibito*,” Duo whispered, kabe-donning you against the wall with a single powerful wing. “Now be a good girl and tell me how do you count to 10 in japanese.” 

“Ichi-” you began, but then Duo flipped you over, pulling your hips back, and delivering a firm slap to your naked ass cheeks. The sound rang out in your ears, and you let out a short yelp of surprise. Warmth bloomed in both your cheeks. “Keep going, mi amor*.” 

You bit your lip but despite yourself, you continued counting eager to feel the owl’s punishment. “Now you’ll never forget your lesson, and we can be together forever,” Duo hooted joyfully as he spanked you. 

“Y-yes, Duo-sama,” you moaned your reply. 

Duo lifted up his wing, ready to smack your bubbly, voluptuous ass once more. Your phone rang and buzzed violently making you open your eyes and peer over. Duo’s eyes followed yours, Daddy scrubby wubby, it read. 

Duo whispered quietly into your ear with his hot breath going down your neck, “Daddy.. Scrubby.. Wubby.. wer ist das*?” 

Your glistening eyes looked into Duo’s large, black orbs, “I-I already told you Duo-sama, he’s just my bestie. It’s Scrub Daddy.” Duo let out an inhuman screech, “SKREEEEE SCRUB DADDYY, WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS, CINTA SAYA*.” 

“I’m sorry Duo, I didn’t mean to, he’s just a friend,” you pleaded. 

Duo looked at you, hurt and confusion marring his handsome features. “If you mean it, apologize to me in Japanese.” 

“Sorry-desu?”

You saw tears flood Duo’s face and in a flash he had flown out of the window, leaving you screaming his name, begging him to return. But Duo would not hear it. You collapsed to your knees, burying your head in the carpet floor, as you peered at your phone once again as it suddenly blared to life.

Ass up in the air, you picked up the phone, sniffling, “D-daddy. Why’d you call? You know I’m with Duo.” Scrub Daddy was silent for a few moments before replying in his deep, sexy Nelson Mandela like voice, “Why are you crying y/n? Did Duo hurt you? I’m coming over.”

Before you could tell him it’s nothing to worry about, the line cut. Expecting company, you put on hot pink booty shorts and fixed your hair. After getting yourself ready, you opened your Duolingo app staring at the messages between you and your feathered lover. Should you text him? You wondered. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the screeching of tires outside your apartment building. Running over to your window sill, you saw Scrub Daddy lock his car in the parking lot and walk into your building. You heard loud thunderous footsteps make their way to your apartment’s door. The jangling of the spare keys you gave to Scrub Daddy rattled inside your tiny, throbbing keyhole. 

You ran to the door, with a hint of excitement, and relief of company. The door swung wide open revealing the massive yellow unit of a man and his beautiful smile. 

“Daddy! You didn’t have to come all this way just for me..” you exclaimed with tears running down your face but with a smile lighting you up regardless.

Scrub daddy’s face scrunched into a concerned expression “Oh deary me, look at your state,” he whispered before bringing you into a hug. You felt yourself getting absorbed into the soft yellow foam, your body disappeared as the tears from your face went into the many small pores of Scrub Daddy. 

“Better?” Scrub Daddy whispered in a soothing, comforting tone. You closed your eyes tighter, the last bits of your fluids flowing into his tight holes. As Scrub Daddy pulled away he was wet, but had an ever present smile on his face. 

Scrub guided you to the edge of your bed “Have a seat, will you?” You calmly obeyed. “What happened?” he began questioning. You looked at him worriedly, “I don’t know. Me and Duo were just having some fun and all of a sudden he got angry at me..”  

Shifting around on the bed Scrub Daddy asked “What do you mean? Having fun?…Was he wild?” You looked up at the ceiling and put a hand on your chin as you thought of how to phrase it, “Oh you know, owls are wild animals too. He likes dominating me and sometimes loses control of his feathers. Today he spanked me for not keeping up my Japanese streak,” you blushed but Scrubby was your best friend, you told him everything. 

Scrub Daddy gasped and grabbed a pillow on your bed, putting it over his lap. He softly asked, “W-What else… Does he do?” 

“Oh you know, normal couple stuff. Like whenever we go to dinner I chew his food and he eats it from my mouth.” Thinking about the sweet moments between you and Duo made sorrow fill your heart again. “I think he’s mad at me? Oh Scrubby what can I do now?” You threw yourself onto his soft spongy body and sobbed. 

Both you and Scrub Daddy jumped as you heard the door creak open. A gigantic green owl stood there ominously observing the scene with an inscrutable expression. 

“Duo, you came back!” You exclaimed, rising to your feet. “This-,” you gestured to yourself and Scrub, “This isn’t what it looks like, he was just comforting me.” Duo bowed his head, his eyes glistening with tears once more. “I can learn all the languages in the world but I guess I never learn when it comes to matters of the heart,” Duo muttered. Before he would let his tears fall, he turned his face away from you 180 degrees and wept. 

Your heart squeezed in sympathy as you stepped towards him. Beside you, Scrub Daddy rose to his feet. Putting a hand on your shoulder, he stopped you and shook his head. You glanced up into his joyful baby blues which were now fixed on your favourite green owl. 

Scrub Daddy approached Duo tenderly, gently stroking his feathers before pulling the weeping owl into a loving embrace. “You don’t have to learn anything, Duo. You’re perfect the way you are,” Scrub Daddy whispered in a husky baritone. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” Duo slowly turned his head back 180 degrees. “Really?” Scrub Daddy simply smiled, gently scrubbing the tears from Duo’s face. “You’re perfect the way you are.”

Duo’s eyes widened looking Scrub Daddy, he was twinkling against the light, the tears he had soaked up made him sparkle, as if he had the skin of a killer, Bella. Scrub Daddy had droplets dripping from what you would call his forehead to between his hypothetical crotch. 

Unaware of his sexual appeal Scrub looked at you and Duo confused as you two were lost in a trance. Duo felt a warm feeling rise from his depths as he used one clean sweep of his wing and pulled Scrub Daddy closer by the waist into a deep kiss. Duo inserted his beak deep into Scrub’s mouth hole, using his tongue to explore every pore possible, soaking Scrub up more with his saliva. 

Scrub moaned at the gesture, feeling a tingle pass through his body. They both had seemingly forgotten about you, as you stood there at a loss of words. As Scrub and Duo pulled apart they saw you standing flabbergasted, Duo smiled as he extended his free wing, beckoning you into a hug with Scrub and himself. You bolted towards the two giving yourself entirely to them. 

In a moment of heat all 3 of you strip down to nothing, as Scrub lays down on the bed, and you on top of his soft, squishy body. You could feel every pore, rub against your skin. It was slightly wet from before and a little rough textured, stimulating your body further. Duo got on top of you two, dominating and completing the sandwich. 

He plucked the feathers at his crotch region revealing a marvellous featherless cock, Scrub Daddy let out a moan as you bit your lower lip. Duo had a task in front of him, two souls to pleasure. He began with pumping Scrub Daddy’s tightest hole, which was conveniently placed right beneath your spread out legs. One pump in Scrub and one in your hole, Duo chirped in pleasure, “Ah, kak*”. 

Placing his beak in your mouth when he had his thick cock inside Scrub and vice versa, Daddy could feel his pores contract. Scrub Daddy was contracting before the big release, as Duo picked up speed you could hear the bird above you breathe faster. You could feel Duo's cock go in and out rhythmically bringing you to an orgasm as you rolled your head back pushing into the soft cushion provided by Scrub Daddy beneath you. 

One final round of pumping and all three of you sighed in relief as Duo pulled out to release his seed all over Scrub and you. Scrub moaned in pleasure absorbing Duo’s cum feeling it drip through its many holes as your body relaxed after a big orgasm. The three of you collapsed by each other's side, chuckling at the events of the evening and basking in each other's company.

Translator notes 

Watashi no koibito: My lover (Japanese)

Mi amor: My love (Spanish)

Wer ist das: Who is that (German)

Cinta saya: My love (Malay)

Kak: Shit (Afrikaans)

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[authorchan]

Pairings ❁ Tanjiro x Gender Neutral Reader

Cut ✄ from my Fanfic “Hashira Dating Advice” Posted on Wattpad.

✎ a/n: Tanjiro Kamado asks each Hashira for dating advice for the person he is falling in love with. After gathering their wise words he prepares for his first date. Feeling overwhelmed trying to be the best for you. When he comes to the conclusion that he only needs to be himself.

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"Tengen! I need your help." I placed my hands on my knees to help catch my breath.

"What is it Kamado? Is there a demon-" Uzui asks.

"No, I… I need dating advice." I admit while bowing at my waist in respect . My hands balled into tight fists at my sides.

The silence makes me question if he is still standing before me. Lifting my head to peek up. Tengen has a mischievous smile, "You've come to the best for advice! Never fear. I'll teach you how to be flamboyant."

Tugging me close to him while squeezing my face’s cheeks with one hand while letting out a laugh. "Young Kamado you will dazzle them. Always smile big when you are around them.

A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead. "Is that how you got three wives?"

Tengen struck a pose with a roar of a laugh. "I am the god of festivals! One of the strongest Hashira. Never fear Kamado, I'll share my advice with you. This will have all everyone crawling to be yours."

Tilting my head to the side, out of confusion. Then taking a deep breath I confess. "I only want them."

His large muscular arm wraps around my shoulder and his face is inches away. "Must be love!" Tengen says with a serious tone as he studies the expression on my face. "First of all, you need to demand a date with them. Dress in flashy clothes! Take them to the entertainment district! A night out on the town will sure end in passion."

My breath becomes uneven and for the first time in a month I lose control of my total concentration breathing. "P-passion?"

Tengen tosses his head back as another booming laugh thunders out of him. "Yes Kamado!" He slaps my back before saying, "For instance, when four people are married and they love each other very much..."

"O-oh... I really don't need those details." My face feels incredibly hot from this conversation.

"Be sure to compliment their body figure." Tengen adds while rubbing the bottom of his chin.

"What are you two talking about?" A sweet voice aka. Turning around to see Mitsuri Kanroji.

"Kamado is in love! He asked me for advice." Tengen announces louder than I like.

Love... is that really what I'm feeling?

"Tanjiro-Kun, how noble of you! To seek out suggestions for the one you love." She quickly wraps her arms around my head pulling me in for a hug. "I'm sure they will be overly charmed by you!"

Mitsuri releases me then her fingers are twirling into the lime green ends of her hair. "Hmm.. All right. I can help you! You should eat a meal with them. Be sure to wait patiently until they have finished all of their food. Give plenty of compliments about their appetite"

"WHAT! No. He should take them out during the night." Tengen argues.

"At night? No. During the sunrise would be best. Possibly a hardy breakfast." Her smile is truly beautiful.

Tengen laughs again "Nonesense! Romance is always in the air at the entertainment district."

Mitsuri puffs her cheeks up with air. Waving her arms around. "Who is the LOVE Hashira here? Me!"

"I'll say this one more time, I am a God! Kamado is better off listen to me." He releases his hold on me to stand tall in front of her.

"He is young and has no business being near that filthy entertainment district." She defends while placing her hands on her hips in a defensive stance.

I slowly began to back away from the tension that is building between the two Hashira. "I know plenty about love, I have-" Tengen starts to say before being interrupted.

"Everyone knows you have three wives Tengen." Mitsuri says standing her ground.

In the distance I spot Shinobu. I begin to sneak away while these two continue a deep debate. Hopefully the insect Hashira can give me advice.

Walking into the opening of the garden. Several colorful butterflies are dancing around. My gaze searching around the florals.

I was positive she was just here.

Her scent ends here...

I can't smell where She has gone.

"Are you searching for me?" Her angelic voice asks. I didn't even sense her presence until she is right beside me. Incredible.

"Shinobu." I whisper in awe of a Hashira's power.

"Oh. Excuse me. I did not mean to startle you." Her smile is always shinning despite the smell of anger. That conversation replaying in my mind from night on the rooftop.

Despite losing her sister and fighting the rage within her... Shinobu always appears cheerful.

"I am searching for dating advice." I announce. There are never puplis within her eyes, only a haze of graditant purple; making it hard to tell where her vision is focusing.

"Advice. Hmm..." She takes a step back and rests her index finger on her lips. "Have you tried teasing them?" She must have read the confusion on my face as she continues to say, "Teasing relieves romantic tension while showing you feel comfortable to say whatever crosses your mind."

"But.. I don't want to hurt their feelings." I confess while trying to better understand the idea of teasing someone you have feelings for.

A giggle escapes her before she adds, "Dating can become tiring, and can often be taken way too seriously. Teasing can help make things more playful."

Her words begin to make sense to me. "I just don't want to hurt their feelings.. I don't want to lose my connection to them."

A butterfly gracefully flies between us and for a long moment I am not sure if she is going to say anymore. "Tanjiro... You have such a beautiful soul... Listen to me carefully. You should love them not because you need them. Instead need them because you love them."

I repeated her words within my mind over and over. Attempting to make sense of what she is truly saying when Shinobu calls out, "Tomioka-San, don't you think so?"

"I envy those who can say romance is easy." Giyuu's voice comes from behind me. I snap my head around to look at him. Again, I have let someone to sneak up on me. I didn't even smell his scent until he spoke.

"Hello Giyuu, what love advice do you have for me?" I give a big smile his way.

If anyone can help, I'm sure it's him. After all he was the one to first defend Nezuko and I. Giyuu Tomioka is a good guy.

"Advice?" He whispers and slowly looking at Shinobu then back to me. His deep sapphire eyes that fade into a pale blue, seem to be focusing on a butterfly fluttering around Shinobu.

She let out a long sigh as she harshly pats his back, "This is why no one asks advice from you."

"At the very least, follow your heart." Giyuu’s face as serious as ever. He ignores her harsh words.

"Huh?!" Shinobu takes a step closer to him. "That is your advice? I was sure you could think of something more complex to say." She waves her hand in front of his face. "Oh come now Tomioka, speak to me. Are you still angry about-"

"No." He mutters which causes her smile to twist into a smirk. "Tanjiro. Why are you asking us for advice."

"I want to show them my feelings are stronger than friendship." I admit with pure honesty.

His emotionless expression as he says, "Why would you come to us for advice?" Giyuu's head tilts a little with curiosity.

"Oh... well" I take in a deep breath before saying "Because you two are in love."

Both of their bodies become very still as if they have been turned to stone. "You are dating each other... correct?" Sweat begins to roll down the back of my neck. "I thought. Your scents have a strong- Wait, I don’t want to offend-"

Giyuu goes to speak when Shinobu covers his mouth with one hand while her eyes narrow at me. "Tanjiro. That is none of your business."

The tension is thick and I try to apologize but I am afraid to offend them. Sharply I bow my body at the waist to symbolize my apologies since my words are failing me.

"Thank you both for the advice!" I straighten myself before turning away from the Hashira.

"Wait Tanjiro." Shinobu calls out while still holding a hand over Tomioka's mouth "A great relationship is made up of two things. First appreciating shared similarities and second, respecting the differences."

Again I attempt to soak in the meaning of her words. "Thanks again!" I flash a big smile. Giving a wave before racing out of the garden.

I hear a loud noise as if a boulder is crashing into something. The sounds coming from the training grounds. I can smell two familiar scents.

Another Hashira!

I wonder if they could spare more advice.

The sound definitely comes from this direction. I wonder along a path until I reach the training grounds. Two high ranking pillars stand before me. Sanemi sitting on a log on the opposite side of the grounds. I hesitate to announce myself while I watch the hulking physic of Gyomei.

Gyomei is training, it is clear his physical abilities are at their absolute peek. He easily lifts and swings his massive spiked flail, connected by metal chains to his axe. Tossing them at high speeds faster than my eyes can comprehend. Watching him train is truly an honor.

"Who is there?" He demands taking a break from wheedling his weapons. Before I can answer the blind man's question, Sanemi is standing before me in a blink of an eye.

"It's Tanjiro Kamado." He hisses my name with a true dislike. I stumbled back a step.

Fast. Incredibly fast...

Gyomei is ridiculously strong.

This is the power of a Hashira

"Ah. Young Kamado. Is your sister still a demon?" It has only been months since I first met all the Hashira. I don’t smell any harshness within Gyomei's words.

"Yes! I believe we are getting closer every day to returning her to a human state." I admit while focusing on the harshia in front of me.

Holding his hands together in a prayer form while rubbing the red beads together. "I will continue to pray."

"What are you doing here. Did you get permission to interrupt us?" Sanemi nearly spitting his words at me with a crazed expression on his face.

I can hardly form my next words. "I'm actually looking for dating advice."

"What! You want us to explain romance!" He is quick to lash out.

"That's so sad. Perhaps with guidance you can confess your romantic intentions. Let us help this child to the best of our knowledge." Gyomei says as he takes several large steps over to us.

Sanemi nearly growls. "What the hell! You truly are this pitiful." Gyomei elbows him which causes a rough sigh to escape before he adds, "Dating advice, huh. Fine."

"The best thing to do is share in admiring living creatures." Gyomei is soft spoken despite his intimidating appearance. Yet I am more confused than before.

"What do you mean?"

"Mitsuri has a bunny rabbit. It is incredibly soft. I am sure if you ask she will allow you to borrow the rabbit. Bring it to the one you adore to share a moment together. It is one of the most gentle creature." Gyomei sounds very serious.

I stood there in shock before I can question the bizarre advice Sanemi chimes in, "Shinobu also owns a goldfish. Perhaps you both could feed it." I don’t sense any humor between them.

"I don't know if.." I start to say in utter confusion still. When suddenly Sanemi's hand slams down on the top of my head.

"Have some respect for Gyomei! You asked and he has given you a brilliant answer. Don't I still owe you for that disrespectful head butt from our first encounter?"

"Me?! I believe I still owe you a head butt for ever time you stabbed nezuko!" I shout back, puffing up my chest as I meet his harsh gaze.

Both of us immediately fall quiet when Gyomei step in-between us. He easily towers over both of us. I let out a frustrated huff before peering around to ask, "Do you have any advice Sanemi?"

I expect him to shout with anger but... his voice is softer, "When you like someone ... don't wait to tell them. No one is promised a long life... if you never say anything and then they die... you'll be filled with regret." His large pale purple eyes focusing on a butterfly flying in the distance.

Did that happen to Sanemi?

I wonder who he was in love with.

"May there be comfort in knowing someone so special will never be forgotten." Gyomei says as tears roll down his face.

I allow their words to soak into my mind. I didn't expect to hear this side of him. "NOW GET LOST. We have training to complete!" The booming loud voice sends shivers down my spine.

There is the Sanemi I am use to.

"Thank you both." I give a bow before heading back to the main estate.

Muichiro is cooing at his crow. Once I get closer I realize his crow is laying on it’s back; like a human baby being held by it’s mother. The mist Hashira is scratching just under his bird's beak.

"Wow! You have an amazing relationship with your crow. My crow, Matsuemon, would never lay in my arms." I am smiling as I continue to observe.

His large misty mint-green eyes appear very dazed. "Relationship?" He muses, “with my crow?"

I remember how light headed he appeared during the Hashira meeting. "Yes. Speaking of relationship. I have been asking everyone for dating advice. Do you have any?"

Muichiro seems to be lost in thought. I am a moment away from ending the conversation when he finally speaks. "Be their friend."

I tilt my head "That's actually really good advice."

"Are you bothering Muichiro?!" The snake-like voice comes from behind me. I turn around to see the Iguro, his arm out reached and index figure pointing directly towards me.

"No" Muichiro defends me while I study the Serpent Hashira. I believe the white snake wrapping around his neck is named Kaburamaru. Despite his short stature, he really intimidates me.

"I have been asking others for advice. Obanai, do you know of any dating advice?" His almond shaped eyes are heterochromia - his right eye is yellow and left a turquoise color.

"Of course I do." His mouth hidden by bandages makes it hard to guess what expression he may be showing.

Muichiro stands beside me as if he is also curious to hear what the advice might be. His crow flies up and landing on the top of his head.

"Try giving the person a gift. Don't pick something at random. Be sure to put lots of thought behind the gift. Something that will bring them joy while also being beneficial." His words are harsh but helpful.

"You need to fully listen to them. When they express a problem they are facing then you must try to resolve it or at the very least give a suggestion." Obanai states then he rubs his head. "This is giving me a headache."

"Thank you. Both of you! I appreciate your help." I give a bow then walk away. My head is also throbbing with all of this new information.

All eight pillars had assisted me today...

if only I could ask Rengoku.

I am purely exhausted by the time I reach my bed. The words of each Hashira echoing through my mind. I have repeated their words multiple times in hopes to remember everything.

Then why do I still feel confused.

I want everything to go perfect.

This person deserves nothing but the best...

I want to be the best version of me for them.

I let out a sigh as I pull back the covers allowing my body to fall. Sleep is what my mind needs now. I rest my hand over my heart. Eight wise people have given me advice but still... I wish to hear from one more.

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Cherry blossom trees as far as the eye can see. Their delicate petals gracefully falling all around.

Only one other standing on this path. There is no mistake, it is Kyojuro Rengoku. His long bright yellow hair with streaks of red appearing like flames down past his shoulders.

I don’t hesitate, running straight for him throwing my arms around him in an embrace.

Tears already rolling down my cheeks. My voice cracked as I said "Mr. Rengoku! I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to save you."

There was no pain within his golden eyes that fade to a red ember. "My young Kamado. Please let go of those feelings. Don't harbor this guilt over the grief. I am at peace. Dying while protecting all on that train, gave me a great accomplishment as a Hashira. Dry your eyes Tanjiro."

I take a step back using my checkered haori to wipe the tears from my face. Through my sniffling I give him a huge smile but before I can speak again;

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart for delivering my final words. Your compassion towards my family is eternally appreciated."

I quickly bow down in respect. "It was my honor. Your Brother is such a kind soul. Even your Father has good intentions."

"How may I help you, young Kamado?"

Looking up at him as my emotions settle, "I am falling in love with someone. I have asked all the other Hashira's for advice. Do you have guidance for me?"

"Ah, love! That is what brings beauty and joy to our fleeting lifespans. Time waits on no one... A true blessing to have found love." His gaze is focusing on the falling cherry blossom petals as he speaks with such a soothing voice.

"Love... it should feel like your heart is their home built just for them. Where both of you can rest together. Free of judgment. They understand you better than anyone. Be there for one another while life is hard."

His enthusiastic smile is beaming, "If you put in your all, they will return that kindness. Whatever you decide to do in this lifetime, you'll be a great person. Tanjiro, do your best!"

My vision begins to blur. "Wait! I miss you. Everyone is missing you." I attempt to stall for time, as I don’t want this dream to end.

"Though I am gone. Those who loved me carry my memory on into the future. Let go of this loss and allow my love to stay."

I can no longer see his figure but I push my mind forward as if trying to race after him. Only coming to a stop as his voice bellows out his final words;

"Do not be afraid to set your heart ablaze."

With that I wake from my dream. Tears are rolling down my face. My hands squeeze the bedding and I smile big at the memories of him.

Rengoku, Thank You.

I will do my best to live this life to the fullest.

I am ready to ask them.

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Author-Chan,

Thank you for reading my work! If you wish to hear Inosuke and Zenitsu’s love advice or how Tanjiro uses all of this advice to go on a date with the one he is falling in love with. You can read it on my Wattpad account @ MindfulMoments - the story is called “Hashira Dating Advice”

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[ethicallyquestionable]

so my house just fucking SHOOK. It's a storm and god damn was that some sexy thunder and lighting. I was making tea to sit outside on my veranda and BOOM that sexy fucking thunder shook my house. So anyway in light of attack on titan and, the storm that SHOOK my house how long would it take to cook a human in lightning?

#shooketh #BOOM #AOT #humans #storms #lightning #The storm kachowed and my house swooned #thunder #aesthetic #so like is it weird that i like sitting in storms? #like why am i attracted to heavy rain and the big noise and flash that come with it so much #why is it calming if it can kill me #rain #should i make a reader x thunder fanfic? #why was i attracted to the dumby thicc noise am I secretly one of zues's kids which would explain my lack of a biological father #as well as my odd love for storms #or is it just my insomnia getting to me #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #I just realized that fucking thunder gave me an eargasm

[toxicrants]

Voyeuristic Tendencies

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Word count: 833 words

Warnings: kind of smut, mentions of masturbation, sub!Bruce

Summary: Bruce has been watching you, getting hungrier every time you give him even just the slightest morsel of your being.

Author Notes: It finally fucking happened - I did it. I wrote fanfic. Forgive me.

Part 2 here

It starts as something official - something he was supposed to be doing for a case. Watching from the rooftop of the building adjacent to your window wasn't the voyeuristic perversion it seemed. You worked in the Iceberg Lounge, and with Selina gone he needed a new woman on the inside.

He found you two weeks ago; down a dark alley not far from the club, a knife gleamed in the orange glow of Gotham's streetlights. It was your knife. One he watched you stick in the side of a man who wouldn't take a hint. The way your eyes looked in the moment, the wide, jarring stare paired with the grit of your teeth told him this wasn't the first and it wouldn't be the last time you used that knife. You played with it flippantly all the way home, blood dripping in the rain.

For a woman who just stabbed someone, you were wholly unashamed. You went home, threw the knife on the table and undressed quickly. A small leather-look dress slid from your frame with ease to reveal a practical set of black underwear. Bruce shifted from foot to foot as he watched. Your face was like thunder. Eyes trained to the wall in front of you as you unhooked the clasp of your bra and lifted the material away. He knew he should lower the binoculars, give you a moment, pretend he wasn't a creep on a rooftop at midnight... but the softness in your face as the biting straps lifted kept him fixed.

He only got a sweet glimpse of your skin before a t-shirt nightie hid you from him again. What he wanted you to do wasn't part of his mission. What he wanted started to pulse in his mind. You were so different in your home; you stepped gently, hands softly stroking the cat that peered at you from the counter. You pulled your hair from the tight work style you kept it in and let it flow round your face, framing it beautifully. The stark glow of your TV pulsed in the background as you sat with two hands grasping a mug of tea. The evening fell quiet, a book in your hand and the Gotham rain pelting on your window.

In his time being a nocturnal creature, Bruce watched many people. He watched more people than he actually met most nights. It almost felt natural, to know more about someone before they even knew he existed. There was also the thrill. It didn't escape him, how fucked up it was to watch you like this. To fantasize a little. Two years of nights was so lonely and you, you looked so warm and so beautiful.

Was it his fault if he imagined you undressing? Taking your time and peeling back layers, maybe your hand wandering down your torso to find something slick and wet. His mouth went dry at the thought. He'd just watched you stab a man for not knowing his place and if truth be told, it made him a little hard for you. Maybe you'd let him watch you but not touch. Maybe if he was a good boy for you, such a good boy just for you, you'd touch him.

He found himself on that rooftop a lot over the next few weeks, thinking again and again on how to approach. He'd watch you read, make tea and change for work. He thought of the books you might like, things he could buy you, clothes that suited you best. Sometimes he just liked to imagine you finding him on the rooftop. He imagined you calling him a creep as you notice how hard he is through his baggy trousers. Maybe you'd grab him, squeeze him in the best way until he was a mess, begging you for release. He'd promise you anything. He'd do anything, especially if you told him what a good boy he is for you. He knew you could be forceful but so, so gentle at the same time. He wouldn't mind it if you wanted to be a little forceful with him.

He never touched himself; that would be crossing a line. Night after night he'd leave his hard cock strained against rough fabric, forbidding himself from that pleasure until the day he heard you say 'yes'. Even as the unaware party, you were completely in control. In fact, Bruce could think of nothing more appealing than taking off the suit, kneeling at your feet and giving you everything. Being Batman was tiring; taking responsibility for a whole broken city was exhausting. Letting it all go, even for a little while, would be nice.

So, the night your flat stayed empty left a hole in his heart. Watching you was a small joy in his otherwise bleak night shift. He didn't hear your footsteps on the rooftop. He didn't hear anything until your hands touched his shoulder and your voice whispered "Aren't you a little creep?"

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Snow Day (An Alcina x Reader Fanfic)

“Found you!” You jump with a start as Cassandra grabs you by the shoulder. You glare at her. “Congrats on finding me, but was the scythe at my throat really necessary?” you ask as she took the aforementioned weapon away from your throat.

Cassandra pouts. “You’re no fun, Maman!” She links your arm playfully and led you down the hall. “Now we just need to find Daniela! Nerd’s probably in the library, reading Wuthering Heights for the 50th time.”

It was a beautiful winter’s day at Castle Dimitrescu. Your wife Alcina Dimitrescu had braved the snowy weather to check on some deliveries. While she was gone, it was up to you to entertain your adopted daughters.

So naturally, you had to play Hide and Seek.

You had already found Bela hiding behind the portrait of her mother in the atelier. Now all that was left was to find Daniela.

“We should split up,” you say. “We can cover more ground that way.”

Cassandra grins manically. “Good idea! We’ll make a hunter out of you yet! I’ll go check the east wing, you go for the west!” With that, she vanished in a swirl of flies.

You head down the hall, glancing behind suits of armor and objets d’art to search for your youngest. Suddenly, you see a glimpse of red hair peeking out from behind the velour curtains. Not a very good hiding place. Surely she’d read Hamlet enough times to know that.

You sneak up behind her, intending to get back at her for the amount of times she’s scared you by jumping out at you in the hallways. As you get closer, you see her looking out over the village. A group of children are in the midst of a snowball fight, squealing as they run over the breast of the new-fallen snow to avoid the frosty missiles being pelted at them. You see from Daniela’s profile a wistful expression has clouded her features.

“Daniela?” you ask gently. She whirls from the window and begins wiping furiously at her eyes.

She turns to face you and beams, her wistful expression vanishing as if it had never been there in the first place. “Oh, there you are Maman! Sorry, I guess I just got a little distracted!” She looked back at the window, where the children’s mother was ushering the little combatants inside, probably for a cup of hot chocolate. “I guess that’s everyone! Can we go for another round, Maman? You found me last, so that means I get to count this time!”

You smile indulgently at your youngest. “Of course, love.”

*****

Later that evening, you and your wife Alcina are lying in bed together, basking in the afterglow after having made love. Your head is on her chest, your body nestled comfortably in the curve of her hip. She runs a hand through your hair. “You’re getting that faraway look in your eyes again, draga mea,” Alcina says, kissing your bare shoulder. “A lei for your thoughts?”

You turn to face her and she rests a hand on your waist. “While you were gone, the girls and I were entertaining ourselves by playing a round of hide-and-seek,” you explain. “When I found Daniela she was staring out the window...at a group of children playing in the snow.”

Alcina’s aureate eyes cloud over and a pained expression crosses her face. “Oh,” Alcina says quietly. “I see.”

She looks away quickly and when you turn her face towards yours, you find her eyes are brimming with tears.

“What is it darling?” you ask gently. “Talk to me.”

“It was the winter after I first took the girls into Castle Dimitrescu,” Alcina begins to explain. “There was a blizzard the night before and Bela and Cassandra came to me suddenly in my office and told me they couldn’t find Daniela anywhere. Daniela and I had had an argument the night before when I told her it was too dangerous to play in the snow. When the girls came to me, I immediately knew what she had done.”

Alcina takes a shuddering breath before continuing. “I bade the girls to stay inside while I searched for Daniela. It was still snowing pretty hard by the time I went outside. I could hardly see ten feet in front of me, the snow was so thick. I tripped over something and when I looked down, I saw her.” Alcina’s voice began to grow thick. “My Daniela. My baby. Lying facedown on the ground. Right next to the snowman she had built.”

You run a hand along her back, tracing your fingers over her spinal column to help calm her down. “It’s all right, my love. You don’t need to tell me any more if it’s too painful.”

“No, dearest, it’s all right,” Alcina says, smiling weakly before going on. “I picked up Daniela and rushed her inside as quickly as I could. I piled blanket after blanket on top of her and ordered the maids to make a fire. But she was so still and her body was like ice, her lips a pale blue.” Alcina sobs. “I thought I had lost her until she suddenly leapt up in my arms. And when she came back, she was so happy. She couldn’t wait to tell me all about the snowman she had made.

“I don’t think I remember being so angry. I shook her hard, telling her to never do that to me again. I wanted to make her realize how dangerous it was for her to go outside, but when she looked at me again, I saw fear in her eyes of me. For a moment, my own daughter was afraid of me.”

Alcina’s body is heaving with sobs and you take her in your arms, kissing her brow before resting your chin on top of her head. “Darling, that was so long ago. You and Daniela have long made amends since then.”

“I know,” Alcina says, as you lift her face up and gently wipe the tears from her eyes. “But every winter since then I get this pain in my chest when it starts to snow because I know how badly Daniela wants to go outside. I know Cassandra and Bela feel it too.”

You think for a minute and then suddenly an idea comes to you. You put on a dressing gown and head over to the telephone. Alcina sits up as you turn the rotary dial. “Darling, what are you doing?” she asks.

You hold up a finger to tell her to wait. The line connects and you hear a soft voice say, “Pronto?”

“Donna! Bona sera. Listen, I was wondering if you could help me with something…"

*****

“Can I open my eyes yet, Maman?’

“Not yet, dearest,” you say as you guide Daniela along down the hall, her eyes covered by a blindfold. ”Just a couple more steps and we’ll be there.”

You look behind you and your other daughters have similar blindfolds on, hanging on Alcina’s arms for support. Alcina looks up at you and gives you an encouraging smile.

“Maman, you know I hate surprises,” Cassandra complained.

“Just be patient,” you chide. You come to a stop in front of the library doors. Gently taking Daniela’s hands in yours, you have her push open the double doors. Alcina herds the rest of your children inside and the doors close behind you.

You and Alcina take the blindfolds off your daughters and you hear Daniela gasp and clap her hands together in delight.

Donna has truly outdone herself. The library has been transformed into a wintery landscape. Big fluffy snowflakes pour down from the skylight although it is closed for obvious reasons. In the middle of the dais, there is a skating rink.

You are surprised to see Moreau and Heisenberg there too along with Donna and Angie. “Well, we knew how much this would mean to the girls, so we wanted to be here to see their reaction,” Heisenberg said with a grin.

You stand to the side and lean your head against Alcina’s side as you take in the scene around you. Daniela is happily making a snowman with Moreau and the fish-man proudly sticks a fisherman’s cap on top of its head. Cassandra and Heisenberg are in the process of making some heavily ramparted snow forts. Bela takes Donna’s hand and leads her to the ice rink. Donna is nervous at first but Bela gently guides her along the ring hand in hand until she feels comfortable enough to skate on her own. Angie, in the meantime, is skillfully doing triple axles seemingly without any effort. Honestly, nothing about that doll surprises you anymore.

Alcina takes your hand in hers and kisses the back of your hand. “Thank you, my darling,” she murmurs against your knuckles.

You smile up at her. “You’re welcome, my-”

The moment is interrupted when a snowball hits Alcina on the shoulder. Alcina whirls around and you are not the least bit surprised to see Hesenberg doubled over with laughter.

Alcina’s thunderous expression softens and she simply gives Heisenberg a smirk. She then reaches down and forms a snowball of her own. Heisenberg realizes the grave error he has made when Alcina straightens and lobs the missile at him. It hits him straight in the stomach and he drops like a stone to the ground.

You glare at Alcina. “Well, he started it!” Alcina says defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.

Donna soon starts getting a headache from the effort of holding the image of the illusory snowscape and the other Lords have to leave as well. Daniela surprises the dollmaker by giving her a big hug before she leaves. By the time the door closes behind her, the library is reverted to the way it was before. You turn to your daughters and see they are happy, but tired from the snow day.

Alcina smiles at you and takes a book from one of the shelves. She settles down in her favorite wing-back armchair in front of the fire and the girls gather on the floor around her. You settle yourself in her lap and kiss her cheek as she opens the book and starts to read. “One morning Peter woke up and looked at his window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see…”

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