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vingvks · 10 months

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Mikey headcanons.

(My perspective, opinion on Mikey headcanons)

(Also any ideas for characters?)

MIGHT BE SPOILERS! ⚠️

Mix of female and male reader

(Kanto or kantou manji idfk and idfc)

Might be bad grammar because I’m naturally a fast typer.

Fluff

-I could see Mikey being clingy (Toman Mikey and maybe even Manila and Bonten Mikey but in more private places with just you and him.)

-Toman Mikey’s probably very defensive and protective of you, just like with baji. (Ifykyk)

-if your in a bad mood he might give you a couple nibbles of his dorayaki, only if your sad but he’s definitely stingy.

-messy sleeper. I feel like sleeping in the same bed with him is a mess. He definitely will have his arms and legs everywhere. I feel like he would randomly wrap legs with you.

-Your relationship would probably be private for safety reasons even though he would still let you around Toman but your his so called close “friend” similar to his relationship with Draken.

-Petty, not petty in like a bad way though. For example if you forget to get him some dorayaki when your coming to see him he’ll do something small but petty as revenge.

-only sleeps in cold beds. He likes the cold breeze in his room.

-he’s like a woman on her period when you don’t bring him the snacks when he asked you to.

Angst

-when Draken died his mental health got even worse. I believe Draken used to baby Mikey because he could never get out of bed on his own after what happened with Shinichiro so you’d have to be the one to help him with simple tasks like helping him get up and care for him because he won’t do it for himself.

-Bonten Mikey is a light sleeper so if you move a lot he’ll definitely get pissed and hurt your feelings by saying something insensitive, he will never hit you though.

-Bonten Mikey has insomnia on certain nights, he’ll lay in bed with you until you fall asleep and then get up to do something else while your sleeping.

-Manila Mikey would ruin plans with you to go out and find takemichi. (Ifykyk)

-Bonten Mikey would definitely talk shit about Bonten executives to make you hate them as much as he does.

-Once kanto manji arc started Mikey became possessive. Like you cant talk to certain people and he needs to know where you are at all times. This is because Mikey feels as if those around him that he loves are bound to die, he feels as if he’s bad luck. If you were to not tell him where you were he would send members out to find you and dark impulse might even happen, as in he might hurt or kill someone in the meanwhile.

-long hair Manila mikey will come to your house randomly to hang out meanwhile acting as if he doesn’t have his victims blood on him.

-all Mikey’s (except toman and kanto) are pretty merciless. That’s included killing a child or animal if needed.

-Ever since Kanto manji arc Mikey tends to get easily frustrated or pissed even though he keeps a blank face. His eyes say it all.

-sometimes Mikey might snap at you because of dark impulse and then realize what he did. This would result in him doing something such as starving himself, locking himself in a room somewhere or just straight up harming himself as self punishment.

(This is actually a headcanon because of black dragon arc where Mikey purposely let taiju hit him as a punishment to himself and when he let Draken beat him up because he couldn’t protect Emma. Basically letting others hurt him because he believes he deserves it.)

-Manila Mikey has manic episodes sometimes. I feel like he would be delusional at times and hallucinate.

-Bonten Mikey cannot sleep without you, he doesn’t like the thought of you being somewhere else while he’s laying down.

-Manila Mikey is manipulative time to time to get what something he really wants. When he doesn’t get it regardless he’ll loose his cool and get violent, Mainly from dark impulse.

-Keep a close eye on Bonten Mikey and Manila Mikey when you can. Atleast text Bonten Mikey four times an hour to check on him. But don’t text him on busy days. If he doesn’t answer your text call him on a busy day, call him.

-Mental disorder for sure.

-bad communication skills. Whenever you call him out he’ll say something like “You knew what you were getting into.”

-puts you and those he truly loves before himself. Selfless person but also very selfish when it comes to people he doesn’t care about.

-Bonten mikey has fantasies of having a double suicide with you. So that he’ll be free from his suffering with you still right beside him in his heart. You’d both probably end up dying with each other.

-very possessive and jealous. To the point it can be agonizing. Only if you really put him in his place (in any way..) he’ll stop for a bit.

-Manila mikey is usually smiling but as soon as he gets angry his whole persona turns upside down.

-Bonten Mikey has scars all along his body but hides it with sleeves etc.

-Long hair Manila mikey does a lot more gore killing then you’d expect.

-toxic asf

-yandere (toman mikey doesn’t kill others however other timeline Mikey’s wouldn’t hesitate for you.)

-They’d probably treat you like shit at times but go spiraling when you threaten leaving them, despite knowing that you can’t.

-I feel as if at times they’d occasionally victimize themselves, only till you hit them with a reality check.

-They are guilt tripping at times, but I feel they’d do it to get your attention, unhealthy obsession.

Smut

Dominant (mixed slight submissive in this too but yeah…)

-Long hair Manila mikey would wanna do some crazy shit sex wise, despite him never actually doing it for you sake.

-Bonten Mikey is definitely rough but quiet. In a irritated mood? That’s fine, he’ll take it out on you sexually.

-kanto manji Mikey is also pretty quiet but he starts off slow and then gets faster. He really doesn’t care, he’ll fuck you while other Kanto manji members are near.

-Manila Mikey does a lot of foreplay. Like thigh and neck kissing and slowly making his way up. If you were to do it to him he’d be ashamed of himself but then again he loves it.

-I feel as if long hair Manila Mikey and short hair Manila Mikey would do foreplay for a long time until you get desperate enough to beg him for more than just that.

-Manila Mikey groans a lot and whines occasionally. I feel like he’s slightly louder and whines often when he’s in the submissive role.

-Kanto manji Mikey doesn’t have a high-sex drive so he’ll just rail or ride you for your sake (he still loves it though) . But every other Mikey timeline do it for themselves.

-only time Kanto manji Mikey is in the mood is when he needs to relive his anger. (Either topping you or bottoming for you, whatever he wants more.)

-Every Mikey timeline is controlling in the sex department. (They can still be a controlling bottom until you put him in his place.)

-long hair Manila Mikey only fucks to get his mind off things. He’ll go all night, depending on how long you go the louder he gets.

-he’ll praise you just so your body can react.

-his hips and thrust are hard. Prepare for painful aching the next day.

-Thigh kissing kink.

-choking kink.

-lots of hickeys on collarbone and neck.

-emotional sex depending on how he’s feeling.

-passionate sex if you’ve pleased him or impressed him in anyway.

-he definitely leaves bruises on your hips, he keeps a firm tight grip.

-I feel like Manila Mikey would call you “doll”

-Manila Mikey is playful and unserious at first but when he starts to feel the pleasure he gets quiet and rough.

-this might suck a little but if you piss them off sometimes he’ll become controlling and only go for his own orgasm, leaving you half done unless you beg for it.

Submissive

-Bonten Mikey was not a big fan when he realized he was more submissive to you. As long as you take him somewhere very private he’ll be as loud as he wants. Other than that he doesn’t fuck in places where people are near.

-Kanto manji Mikey is loud. Deadass don’t know why but I feel like he’s mumbles curse words while you rail or ride him, he’s gets a satisfaction of relief. (depending on your preference and gender)

-Manila Mikey, his ego was lowkey hurt but if you go fast he’ll only care about sex in that one moment.

-Kanto manji Mikey doesn’t like fucking in open places. You have to be somewhere private and far away from gang members. As long as he isn’t limping or aching when your done he’ll pretend nothing happened and go on about his day.

-Bonten Mikey whispers. He’ll whisper if he wants it slower or faster but if you don’t slow down sometimes he’ll get loud.

-if you make Manila Mikey cry in the middle of sex he’ll get submissive and emotional. He’s a pretty crier.

-Manila mikey likes to ride. He’s louder that way.

-I feel like in response to his trauma he’d hate being degraded severely while bottoming, only occasionally, he’d probably prefer quiet sex or you praising him.

-Both Bonten and Kanto manji Mikey grip sheets tightly. They might even tear the sheets.

-best place you can get any timeline Mikey submissive is bending over a desk or table.

-Manila Mikey has a praising kink, you praise him and he’ll praise you back. He will ever admit how much it makes his heart race.

-Bonten Mikey breathing gets erratic when you praise him.

-All Mikey timelines hate the thought of getting caught being in a submissive position. I genuinely think they would kill or threaten anyone who were to see a damn thing.

-Bonten Mikey is disrespectful until you fuck him dry. He’d probably be judging and talking shit nonchalantly then get all quiet when you prove him wrong.

-Neither of the Mikey timelines talk much in the middle of sex beside Manila mikey. I believe that the rest of the Mikey timelines beside Manila mikey are pillow princesses when on a bed because they’re too embarrassed to see the look on your face while your fucking them. (Either riding or railing them)

-fucking any long hair Manila mikey or any adult Mikey with with his long hair out and free is top tier. He’s pretty with his hair out and messy.

-Punishment sex for any of them is a turn on but they’ll never admit. Nothing is more embarrassing to Mikey than you making him beg for it.

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nattikay · 4 months

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It had all happened so fast.

Sitting cross-legged in the tsahìk’s freshly-woven marui, Neytiri found it difficult to believe how different her life had been hardly four months prior. Engaged to her late sister’s beloved. Struggling to fill the role of tsakarem in said sister’s place. Filled with bitterness toward the sky people who had killed her just a few years before…

She’d wanted nothing more to do with those aliens. Nothing more to do with that school. She’d known Grace Augustine since she was very young, almost as long as she could remember, and she’d always been kind, but not even Grace could protect Sylwanin from those nasty metal weapons. Not Sylwanin, not Neytep, not Anuk…

No. She’d been so angry at the sky people, at all of them, even Grace and her scientists, that she’d been ready to shoot that one clumsy dreamwalker on sight the moment she first saw him stumbling through the underbrush.

And yet…so much had happened since then.

Bringing that dreamwalker back to Hometree, at Eywa’s insistence. Her mother forcing her to become his teacher. Teaching him the ways of the Omatikaya, and those of the Na'vi more broadly…annoyed at first, but gradually softening as he actually seemed to take her instruction to heart. He’d been a quick learner, surprisingly humble, endlessly curious like a small child, and about as coordinated as one too, at first. Without even realizing it, as his understanding and abilities grew, so did her affection for him…an affection that must have been mutual, because before she knew it they were mating in the soft glow of Utraya Mokri, unabashedly sealing their bond before Eywa, commiting to each other for life. Neytiri’s face tinged the slightest purple at the memory. It certainly hadn’t come with all the bells and whistles of a normal mating ceremony, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.

…but then…the sky people ruined that too, the great metal claws of their crass machines ripping down the sacred trees with careless abandon. They came for Hometree soon after, decimating the village Neytiri had grown up in, and taking several lives with it. Including her father. She’d watched him die there in the rubble. Just like Sylwanin.

She’d been so angry at Jake. He had known about the impending arrival of the sky people and their fire-spitting beasts the whole time. Why hadn’t he told them? Why hadn’t he told her? But…he was a dreamwalker, after all. A sky person’s mind riding a false body. Just like Grace, who couldn’t save Sylwanin. They were all the same. They were always the same—

…yet then he returned to the clan as Toruk Makto, and in that moment Neytiri understood with startling certainty that despite any poor decisions he may have made in the past, he really was on the clan’s side now, he was ready to risk everything for them and for Pandora, and he had the endorsement of Eywa herself.

The relief was enough to make her head spin.

Then came the death of Grace, despite the clan’s valiant effort to save her. Then the great battle in the mountains. Seze’s death. Tsu'tey’s. So many other allies…the survivors saved only by Eywa’s miraculous intervention.

Killing the sky people’s olo'eyktan in his beastly metal machine. Saving Jake’s sky person body, which could not breath the natural air (and, she discovered that day, could not even walk on its own). Sending the surviving sky people back to their own world, save for a few who had sided with the Na'vi.

Recuperating the clans. Building a new village. Tending to battle wounds. Grieving the fallen.

So much had happened.

It had been barely more than four months since Neytiri first aimed her bow at that strange dreamwalker.

It had all been so fast. Like a dream.

And now…

Now…

Neytiri’s trembling fingertips traced a light, shaky pattern across her own abdomen.

A baby.

She was going to have a baby. She and her mate. Her husband, the former dreamwalker.

Maybe I’m still dreaming.

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#avatar #avatar 2 #fanfic #jeytiri #sully family #jake sully #neytiri #mo'at #wasn't sure if I should post this to tumblr cuz my fics (on the rare occasion that I actually write any) don't really get much traction her #well....i guess they don't get much traction anywhere really #but then i figured. i spent three days' worth of my precious free time writing this dumb heap of cheese #might as well share it :P

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everlastlady · 5 months

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May I request Striker with fem reader who is self-conscious and hates beauty?

Chaotic Beauty

𖧧- Author's Note: Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

𖧧- Story Contains: Striker, Self Conscious Reader, Mental and Verbal Abuse, Toxic Mother, Blood, & Weight Shaming.

𖧧- Word Count: 1520

(Name) sighed and sat in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She always hated her appearance. Ever since she was a kid people have always put her down and called her names. Even her own mother did. Her mother thought all her children were beautiful but she would always call (Name) horrible names and exclude her from family photos saying that she would ruin them. Her siblings would try to stand up for them, but her mother would just argue, it got to the point that when she was eighteen years old, she ran away not wanting to tolerate her mother’s abuse, anyone’s abuse. But the damage was already done. (Name) found no beauty inside her. Which confused Striker, he thought his baby was beautiful. She was the first person that he noticed when she was working at his favorite bar. It took him sometime but he eventually had his pretty princess with him. Striker walked into the room and saw (Name) sitting in front of the mirror. He walked over and placed his hand upon her shoulder and kissed her head. “ Dinner is almost ready, pumpkin. “ Striker said, in his smooth southern accent. (Name) didn’t say anything and continued to look in the mirror. Striker could already tell what she was thinking. “ My beautiful princess, her sweet smile is like honey, her eyes shine brighter than the sun, and don’t get me started on that sexy laughter. “ Striker said, kissing up (Name’s) neck. “ Striker stop… “ (Name) sighed and looked away. “ I’m not beautiful… “ (Name) mumbled and looked away. “ Yes, you are and you shouldn’t think so negatively about yourself. I say what I mean about you. “ Striker said. “ That woman in the mirror doesn’t just have beauty on the outside but she also has it on the inside. “ Striker rubbed (Name’s) shoulders. “ I’m going to check on dinner so that I don’t burn it. “ Striker kissed (Name’s) head and walked away. (Name) looked in the mirror and thought about Striker’s words but all she could remember is hearing her mother’s cruel words, the cruel words of those who also called her names or shamed her weight. Hot tears streamed down her face, and stared at her reflection. Even her own reflection began taunting her and calling her names. (Name) looked away and tried to drown out the negativity but it only got louder. “ Shut up! “ (Name) yelled and punched the mirror as the glass shattered. Bits of shards and cuts covered her fingers as there was blood. Striker was in the kitchen making plates when he heard the noise. “ (Name)? “ Striker quickly set down the plates and ran into the bedroom.

He saw (Name) Back away while crying as the blood dropped on the floor. “ (Name)! “ He walked over to her quickly and examined her hand, seeing the painful damage. He looked to see the broken mirror. “ H-Here sit down darlin’. “ Striker quickly dashed into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. He came back taking the small trash can with him. He sat down on the bed and began to tend to (Name’s) hand. “ What happened, I know you punched the mirror, but why? “ Striker asked. (Name) sniffles and looks down. “ Deep breaths then use your words baby. “ Striker finished patching up her hand. “ I got overwhelmed and saw myself calling myself cruel names, I know it sounds crazy. “ (Name) said while sobbing. “ No, no, It’s not crazy, people can only deal with so much before shit like this happens. “ Striker said while gesturing towards the broken mirror. “ But I wish you could see that you are beautiful, I know I can’t force you but I wish you could see what I see, just rest I’ll clean this up and bring you dinner. “ Striker said and kissed her head. He laid her back in bed and placed a blanket over her, he glanced down at her bandaged hand. “ And I’ll bring you some pain killers. “ Striker kissed her head. He left the room and returned with a plate of steak, potatoes, and greens. He had a water bottle tucked underneath his arm. He set down the plate on her lap and set the water bottle on the nightstand; he came back with pain killers. He looked at (Name) who was using her other hand to eat dinner. He turns around to clean up the mess, if he ever meets (Name’s) mother and the people who hurt them. He’ll make sure to make their face look ugly so they know what ugly really means. Striker rolled down his sleeves after cleaning up, he walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter while he ate his dinner. He wished that his beautiful baby knew how beautiful she was. He wished that she didn’t frown whenever she slipped into a dress. He wished that she didn’t think she had to eat more or less, and he wished that he didn’t have to see her in so much pain. He heard footsteps and looked up to see (Name) looking at him. Striker set his plate down and opened his arms.

(Name) walked over and hugged him. Striker pulled her closer into his embrace while rubbing her back. His tail wrapped around her legs and his legs. He traced her lips with his finger before giving her a kiss.

“ Thank you for seeing the beauty in me. I really want to see it and I hope to see it soon. It's just going to take a while. I'm sorry that I broke the mirror and that you have to deal with all this. “ (Name) said, letting out a sigh. “ Don't apologize hun, when I became your boyfriend, I knew It was my job to protect you and especially with what you are dealing with, I'm not going to give up on you. I ain't dealing with nothing, because I love you. “ Striker pecks her lips letting out a small rattling noise. (Name) smiled and pecked his lips back. “ I’ve always wanted to feel and be beautiful but my mother would always make fun of me, she would say I was too skinny or that I was too fat. She would mock my style of clothing to the point she would exclude me from family photos. When we were out in public she had me walk far in the back so people would assume I wasn’t her kid. I would tell her that I’m scared of getting kidnapped because of how far she made me walk behind. But she would say not to worry because who would want someone ugly as me, a circus. “ (Name) looked down. Striker’s tail wrapped around (Name’s) back. “ My siblings would always try to stick up for me but my mom would just scream and yell like a child. Then would blame me saying I’m turning her children against her, I eventually left. I even walked out the door; she looked at me, drank her wine and looked back at the TV. “ (Name) sighed. “ I miss my home and siblings. I sometimes hope that my mom calls crying that she is sorry and that she wants me back. “ (Name) said. “ But sometimes those things don’t happen darlin’ “ Striker said, caressing her cheek. “ I know, I just hope my siblings are doing alright. Who knows that since I’m gone, she no longer has a punching bag and could be moving onto another one of her children to bully. “ (Name) muttered. Striker stood there thinking for a couple of minutes. (Name) looked up at Striker already knowing her boyfriend’s thinking face all too well. She leaned against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. “ How about tomorrow we go visit your siblings and confront your mother. “ Striker smirked. “ And if she doesn’t feel like listening then, I’ll make sure she listens. “ Striker could always make the cards fold in his favor. (Name) sat there thinking for a moment. “ … Just no hurting my siblings. “ (Name) pouted.

“ Don’t worry sugar, I ain’t gonna hurt any family members that hurt you, just the ones who I’ll make look ugly then they’ll have something to bitch about. “ Striker rolled his eyes and continued to rub (Name’s) back. “ Now lemme finish up dinner and wash up. I’ll join you in bed and cuddle up with ya, we can kiss, maybe do a little more. “ Striker smirked. (Name) playfully rolled her eyes and scoffed. “ Striker no, my arm still hurts from punching the mirror. “ (Name) said as she furrowed her brows at him. “ I know, I’m just joking. But I’m still gonna cuddle ya. “ Striker gave (Name) a peck on the lips. He watched his sweet darlin’ walk away. Striker sat down eating his food while brewing up a plan, he was going to make those feel pain for those who put his darlin in pain. If they want to talk about ugly then he’ll show them ugly, he’ll show them all what ugly really is, because when Striker is mad things become ugly but after the end of the day he knows he’ll come back to his beautiful darlin’.

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zixuo · 2 years

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MOMMY? SORRY.

!! WARNINGS !! :

Mommy Kink, AFAB Childe, strap/cock (wtv you want but I use cock), impact play, fingering, overstimulation, Fem leaning-Gender neutral reader, Brat Childe, first time, degrading/praising, cream pie?

NOTES :

I’m in a devious mood (devious smile) also this is porn without plot, I didn’t feel like doing a build up since I have a major headache.

WORD-COUNT :

699

He was so pretty, the way he spasmed over your fingers everytime you hit his g-spot was a sight to behold. He let out the cutest moans, his voice cracking everytime you hit deep enough to roll his eyes back.

“You- you bastard- I never said you could domina- hn- dominate in be-“

You quickly used your fingers to gag him, making him choke on his words as his saliva drips and slides down his neck onto his perfectly toned chest.

“Ah ah, if you want more I need you to beg for me baby, cmon I know you want to..”

“Like I would beg for- MNGH!~”

You looked at him, removing your fingers quickly and put him in missionary, not wasting any time in putting your cock into him. He had been prepped before so it wasn’t as painful as he expected.

His breath was haggard, barely struggling to talk as you moved your cock in and out of his hole, you had to stretch him out anyways since it was his first time. He had lied before saying he could totally have you begging under him, yet you proved him wrong in more ways than one.

“Cmon baby, you don’t wanna moan? Hm? I’ll go faster if you let out the finest whimper for me. Cmon, moan for mommy.”

“I would- I would never- mnn- moan for s-someone like you- not in a-“

You raised your hand up, slapping his ass as hard as you can, leaving it red which most likely needed to be tended for later. But he didn’t care, his mind went blank for a second, that one slap threw him over the edge and ripped out the loudest moan you think he would produce this whole night. Bingo.

15.. minutes.. later

“MOMMY- mommy s’ too- too good- deeper- mmmore.. m’ need more- please mommy- I’ll be a good boy- your good boy- pleasepleaseplease..”

You had him up against a wall, his legs over your shoulders and you thrusted in and out of him. Hot tears fell down his cheeks every time you praised him, he even smiled when you degraded him. How slutty.

“Such a slut aren’t you? Your cunt keeps getting tighter and tighter the more I degrade you, but when I praise you, you moan out like a good boy. Yeah? Such a pretty boy you are.”

Those words made him melt like putty in your hands. He was your good boy, the best boy ever doing whatever you asked, yes he was a brat at times but it always led him back to being fingered and kissed by you every time. Childe doesn’t know what made him so cock hungry this night but he thanks whatever lend him to this point cause he was just about to-

“Ouh- oh mommy- mommy please- m’ need to cum mommy- need to do badly- please- s’ close- s’ close y/n..”

That was all you needed to hear.

You smiled at him, pushing your lips together as you groaned into his mouth, his hot, red, dried tear face was so beautiful in your eyes. He was so pretty ruined like this you couldn’t resist cumming inside, you just needed his consent.

“Yes please- need you mommy- need your cum in me so badly- m’ want you to fill me up mommy- need it- need it so badly-“

You did one last thrust, truly putting a meaning to knocking the lights out of someone, because as soon as you locked eyes with him you swore you saw hearts in his. He threw his head back and moved his hips on your cock, riding out his high as he let out high pitched whimpers and whines. All of this caused you to cum inside of him as well, it felt so good. The hot sticky substance filling his walls was addicting, you couldn’t get enough and started all over again, getting an expected reaction out of Ajax.

“too much- s’ too much- mommy- mommy please- Y/N, s’ too much.. s’.. s’ too good.. too good.. more- need you to fill me up more- please..”

This would be a long night.

#childe #gender neautral reader #genshin impact #smut #genshin impact smut #childe smut #sub childe #dom reader

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tojisbbg · 2 years

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✭ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ✭

❝i just wanna see you shine ‘cause i know you are a stargirl.❞

♡ shinichiro sano ♡

pt.1, pt. 2

a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr so i decided to write about shinichiro first cuz finding fluff/smut about him is so rare. i hope you enjoy! let me know your thoughts in the comments. <3

➢ content: childhood friends, fluff, romance, friends to lovers, shinichiro is whipped for y/n, smut, not checked for grammatical errors.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“what’s wrong?” you asked the driver, watching the man grunting in frustration as he kept on trying to churn the ignition key to get your car started again, but the car refused to budge.

“not too sure, ma’am. it was working perfectly fine this morning when you sent me out to pick up your luggages. maybe the cables aren’t working too well or something. sorry, i’ll try to fix the car up as soon as possible.” he slightly stuttered, getting a bit nervous as he thought that you’d be like one of those cruel bosses that fire employees for things that they’re not responsible for.

“hey, don’t get so worked up, it’s okay. i think i have a solution.” you grinned, making your driver look at you with pure confusion.

“you know how to fix cars?” the look on his face was priceless, as he stared at you dumbfounded.

“no, but i know someone who does. i’m gonna uber there, meanwhile, you stay here and have the car towed at this location. i’ll see you then.” you suggested, making your driver shrug as he went along with your plan.

you arrived in tokyo early this morning, not even having the time to get some sleep at your own house.

well, new house, to you at least. you brought your parents a huge place a few months back, which wasn’t too far away from where you lived before. but, it’s been about five years since you’ve last stepped your foot back in japan.

you’ve been studying in the states, getting cast in for movies and tv shows during your rookie years, which surprisingly shot you straight into fame. you’ve been quite busy with your acting career, not even having the time to tend your own needs, such as making time to focus on your mental and physical health.

you’ve shed off a couple pounds, probably a little more than just baby fat. either way, you were happy and satisfied with the way you looked before and now. after all, a certain someone would always remind you of how gorgeous you’d always look in his eyes.

you felt really guilty for losing connection with all of your friends and families, barely even having the time to speak with your own parents. which is why you were happy that you were back home. hopefully, everyone would cut you some slack.

your uber finally came to a stop, politely announcing that you’ve arrived to your destination. you grabbed your purse and thanked the uber driver as you got out of the car. you looked in front of you, the huge shop that had many motorcyles lined up, glistening from the bright lighting from inside as you beaked from the glass windows.

s.s motorcycle shop.

unknowingly, your lips curled upwards into a smile. happy was an underestimating term to describe how you were feeling right now. you just felt so proud of shinichiro for being able to make his dream come into reality. you always knew that he could make it, and you weren’t wrong.

he’s just too fucking amazing.

for some reason, your knees felt heavy and your heart pounded inside your chest from anxiety. you felt it a little difficult to breathe, turning away as you tried to decide whether you should step in or not.

would he still remember you? is he mad at you for not calling him for thanksgiving or on christmas? what about mikey, will he ever forgive you for not calling to wish him a happy birthday?

the question that bothered you the most was, what if shin had a girlfriend? were you too late?

the mere thought of that made your eyes water, as you quickly tried to shoo it away, not wanting to ruin the eyeliner that took you ages to perfect.

fuck it.

you breathed out before pushing the glass door, hearing a small chime of little bells on top of your head, indicating that someone came.

“inupi! could you take that for me?” you heard someone in the back yell, immediately recognizing who owned the voice. to your surprise, his voice didn’t change much, aside from getting an octave deeper.

“yeah, i gotchu, shin!” the other person responded, to which you soon saw a fairly tall man walking towards your direction from the back. he was in an all blue jumpsuit, wiping his greasy hands on the rag as he inched closer.

he had shoulder-length blonde hair, a huge scar covering the upper left side of his face.

“welcome to s.s motorcycle shop, what can i help you with?” he asked, offering you a small smile.

“uh, can i talk to shinichiro?” you fiddled with the rings on your fingers, getting a bit awkward from the conversation. the guy thinned his lips, shaking his head.

“sorry, he’s a little busy right now. but, i got him covered at the moment. so, what seems to be the problem? flat tire? oil change? engine leaks?” this inupi guy tried to insist you on allowing him to help you with your services.

“i don’t think shin’s gonna mind sparing a few minutes of his time to catch up with his childhood best friend.” you bluntly responded, catching him off guard as inui looked at you with a face of slight disbelief.

“huh?” he blurted out.

“oh, by the way, i’m y/n. the tow company is bringing my car here in a bit. my driver should be there too, so just give him my name. thanks, inupi.” you patted his shoulder before walking off to head towards the back of the shop, leaving poor inui confused and flustered.

you turned the corner and saw a small room where a beautiful lavender colored motorcycle was currently being worked on. you leaned on the doorway, watching shinichiro tighten some screws with a wrench as his back was turned towards you, him being completely unaware of your presence. the surrounding ground was littered with different tools.

“you think you could squeeze in some time to look at my car for me, sano?” you asked, a smirk dancing on your lips as you saw shinichiro’s movements coming to a halt. his head turned to look at you, his eyes widening to the size of two full moons.

“what the fu.. y/n?!” he frantically yelled, dropping the wrench out of his hand as he quickly got up, rushing over to you as he caged you in a hug. you chuckled in his embrace, feeling his arms tightening around your waist as he dug his face in the crook of your neck, as if he was afraid that you’d run away from him again.

the familiar smell of gasoline and other vehicle parts filled your nose, a strange form of comfort to say the least. you remember the days in your middle school and high school days where you’d spent the evenings in front of shin’s garage as he fixed his grandpa’s car or mikey’s old worn-out moped while your deftones playlist was on shuffle in the background.

“i missed you so much, y/n.” his voice came out as a muffled croak, as you soon felt something wet on your shoulders. shinichiro sniffled, a little embarrassed to pull away and have you see him crying to you like a baby when he was supposed to be a grown man.

but, he couldn’t help it.

he still remembers as clear as day, waiting for you in front of your house patiently so that you both could walk to school together as per usual. he had big plans for that day, wanting to try out the new noodle place that opened up down the block. after some time had passed, he realized that it was pretty unusual of you to be this late.

so, he went up to your door and knocked. your mother soon opened it and saw the boy look at her with a concerned face, quickly asking if you were okay. she tried to explain the situation as calmly as possible, not wanting to hurt him as she knew how close you both were.

the woman saw how his face dropped, eyes becoming glossy as he tried to avoid making eye contact. your mother felt bad for him, but she tried to reassure him that you’d be calling him soon and that your return would also be soon as well. she told him to come over for dinner that night with the rest of his family.

shinichiro walked to school alone that day, for the first time ever. the days where you couldn’t make it to school would be if you were sick, to which shin would miss school as well in order to nurse you back to health. so, walking alone to school felt weird and wrong, but it was something that he would get used to as many years passed by.

to shinichiro’s dismay, he never got a phone call or text from you. he tried many times to reach out to you, leaving so many voicemails and emails to your business and private numbers and emails. he even tried to contact your manager, to which she told him that he should hear back from you shortly. but of course, with the sea of emails and voicemails from directors and fans, shin’s methods of trying to get a hold of you would go down in the drain.

“i missed you too, shin. i’m so sorry for not calling.” your voice broke, eyes stinging with tears as you felt him crying a little harder in your arms. you stroked the back of his head, mumbling so many ‘sorry’s’ to him.

he suddenly pulled away, looking down at you with a pretty smile. he was still as handsome as ever, even if he was just wearing a simple white t-shirt and black jeans. shinichiro wiped away his tears before cupping your face between his warm calloused palms, a pout forming on your lips as he squished your cheeks slightly.

“i can’t believe my stargirl is back. woahh, look at that gorgeous face that i missed looking at every day. damn, y/n. i missed it all so much. those pretty doey eyes staring at me while fixed a tire or something, this cute little nose, squishy cheeks and your cute litle lips. fuck, i really missed you, y/n.” he breathed out, leaning forwards to place a loving kiss on your cheeks, a small tint of pink now painting them.

“you’re still smooth with your words, sano. you’re making me feel like i’m in high school all over again.” you giggled, ruffling his hair as he chuckled.

“hey, tell you what. i’ll leave the shop early today so that we could have dinner together with mikey and emma. mikey will most likely have a stroke, but i can’t blame him, he missed you so much for the past five years. in the meantime, i’ll have your car fixed up by tomorrow morning.” shinichiro smiled, looking at you with the most gentle eyes known to mankind. it set your soul on fire, to have a man look at you with such love and adoration. it was like you never left, he never changed, always being as generous as he could.

“sounds like a plan, i’ll see you at dinner then.” you excitedly beamed, going on your tippy-toes to press a soft kiss on his cheek. he stood there, awe struck as he looked at you with hearts in his eyes.

you waved him goodbye before leaving the small room as you walked to the front of the shop. you pulled the glass doors to exit the shop, seeing your car parked on the side, you driver attentively watching the blonde who was examining the condition of your car’s engine.

“miss y/n!” your driver called out. inupi now redirected his attention to you as you walked closer to them.

“thanks for getting my car here, you could go home for today.” you dismissed the driver as he thanked you before leaving.

“you famous around here or something, miss y/n?” inupi asked, slightly mocking you which you found to be quite amusing.

“uhm, something like that. i’m an actress.” you replied, seeing him cock an eyebrow.

“that’s pretty cool, never knew shin had famous people on his friends list.” he mumbled to himself, trying to connect some of the cables that were latched onto your engine.

“i’m not as famous as angelina jolie or something. still pretty much a rookie, so i have a long way to go.” you added on, trying to not come off as an arogant person.

“i see, well, i’ll be sure to search you up later on and watch some of your movies for sure.” inupi chirped, making you laugh as you both waved each other goodbye before you went your own separate way.

...

the clock struck eight in the evening and you just finished spraying on some perfume. it was a simple dinner at the sano’s, just like the olden times, so you decided to keep it simple and casual with a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

you made sure to grab the three gift bags that you prepared with care all evening, your room now a huge mess from how messily you rummaged through your luggage to pull out these presents.

“y/n, give this to shin for me, please.” your mom gave you a foil pan that you knew was filled with her famous tirimisu.

“will do, ma’am. i’ll see you later, mom.” you said, opening the door before closing it behind you, deciding to walk to shin’s house since it was two short blocks away.

you arrived shortly, ringing the doorbell as you waited for a couple of seconds. the wooden door opened, revealing your best friend who was in a very cheezy apron.

“y/n! i just finished setting the table, come in.” he scooted to the side, giving you space to get inside. there was a particular smell in the sano residence that made you feel at home, the scent of comfort and memories.

not a single thing has changed about how his house looks like, it’s exactly the way it looked like five years ago on the night where you last had dinner with them.

“i brought tirimisu, my mom made it.” you informed him as you walked into the kitchen, nearly bumping into his back.

“really? damn, how did she know that i’ve been craving for her tirimisu recently.” shin chuckled, taking the foil pan from your hands to put it in the fridge.

“where’s mikey and emma?” you looked around, eyes scanning the living room but the both of them are nowhere to be found.

“emma’s at hina’s house and mikey is at one of his toman meetings. but, i called them both a few minutes ago, they’re on their way.” he answered while reaching his hands back to untie the knot of the apron. you saw his eyebrow furrow as he ‘tsked’ in annoyance, he accidentally pulled the wrong string and tightened the knot. you saw him struggling, going behind him to offer your help.

“here, let me help.” your hands brushed against his, a small electrical current running between the brief touch, as you soft fingers began to untie the knot.

for absolute no reason at all, this strong urge to hug the man in front of you overwhelmed you. you couldn’t register nor process why.

was it because he smelled like home? how his touches bandaged all the wounds littered on your body? his voice like some kind of drug to calm down your nerves?

without thinking twice, you closed the distance between both of your bodies. you wrapped your arms tightly against his waist, snuggling against the muscular clothed surface of your back as you breathed him in.

shinichiro froze on the spot, not knowing how to react at all. it’s been five years, and it felt like time was going a little too slow for him. all those days where he stayed awake late at night, thinking about how you were doing and why you didn’t talk to him in any form of communication.

for the longest, he thought that maybe you forgot about him. shinichiro wasn’t a hard man to read, in fact, he was like an open-book to be honest. there’s no way that you could miss the flirty comments, or how his cheeks and the tips of his ears would go red when he got flustered, how he dressed extra nice when you both would go out to eat after school and even much smaller actions.

making sure to have you walk on the sidewalk where you weren’t near the road, holding your hand while crossing and looking both ways for you when you were too busy reading the upcoming play’s script, making sure to remind you to eat and drink water, and just to breathe and relax.

you were just a little too slow to realize.

shinichiro remembered breaking his own heart with the mere thought of you getting into a relationship with another man. of course, he would support you and cheer you on no matter what. but, it would be hard to always give you a bittersweet smile and pretend that everything was okay.

he saw the way you helped him raise his siblings, envisioning a life where the two of you would date, get married and start a family. whenever he had a bad day, dreaming about that would instantly make him smile.

he only wished that it was reality.

“i’ll never leave you again shin, i’m so sorry for not calling or texting. when i came back to japan and saw you for the first time in five years, i felt like a piece of me was finally restored. god, i can’t explain to you how much i missed you and how much i yearned for you. you’re home for me, shin.” your voice came out a muffles as your embrace tightened a little with each word, not wanting to ever let go of him.

“i’m so happy you didn’t forget me, y/n. i was so scared to lose you, holding onto the little bits of hope left inside my heart and mind that one day you’d come back and surprise me in my shop. but back then, it was only a scenario that i would think of before going to sleep.” shinichiro turned around, stroking your hair before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

the little moment you both share would soon be interrupted as a series of doorbells rang.

“it’s them! you could hide in my room, y/n. go, go, go!” he exclaimed, pushing you towards the stairs in a hurry. he waited for your footsteps to reach all the way to the top, hearing the sound of his door closing before heading to open the door.

“what took you so long, shin? i thought i was gonna die from hunger.” mikey complained the second his older brother opened the door, quickly entering the house as he kicked his shoes off.

“this little brat made me wait ten minutes in front of that hina girl’s house because of some silly fashion show they were having in her room.” grandpa sano mumbled under his breath as he followed in after mikey.

“any complaints from you, emma?” shinichiro chuckled, but the blonde simply shook her head.

“i’m not overdramatical like them, i had a pretty good day. what about you, shin?” she asked as she was the last one to come inside, shinichiro locking the door behind as emma sat on the couch to open her shoes.

“that’s good to hear. my day was pretty okay, a little busy at the shop.” he smiled, bending down to help unbuckle her heels.

in the span of just a few minutes, all three of the sanos that just arrived home freshened up and were ready to dine in together to the freshly home-cooked meal prepared by the elder sano sibling.

you crept up behind a wall, seeing all of them slowly being seated, mikey being the one faced away from you.

“if only y/n was here then you wouldn’t have been so lonely all the time, big bro. she needs to come back soon, i still miss her. she probably forgot about us.” mikey sadly said, lowering his gaze towards his food as he suddenly felt a loss of his appetite when he glanced at the empty space between him and shinichiro where you would sit during meals.

your heart shattered to pieces when hearing his words, no longer being able to hide away. you tip-toed towards him, your presence catching emma and grandpa sano’s attention as they both looked at you with wide eyes.

emma was nearly ready to scream but you quickly place a finger on your lips to signal her to not make a sound.

“what’s the matter? you seem like you saw a ghost, emma.” mikey laughed.

you covered his eyes, the pair of chopsticks in his hands dropping as he tried to take your hands off of his face.

“the hell?! emma, is this one of your stupid friends from school again?? listen here, i’m not hanging out with you after school alright!” the blonde said through gritted teeth, making you bite back a laugh.

you slowly release you hand as you craned down you face to meet his eyes.

“not even me, ‘jiro?” you said and he stared at you blankly.

“i think i’m going nuts.” mikey stammered out. you gave him a warm smile before pulling him into your chest.

it took him a minute to finally realize that it was really you.

“y/n? OH MY GOD, Y/N!!” he screamed on the top of his lungs, nearly popping your ear drums before pulling you into a hug that made it difficult to breathe.

“you grew up so much, little sano. oh my, look at your hair!!” you squealed while ruffling the long blonde locks, the boy in your arms sobbing as he refused to let you go.

“i missed you so much, y/n. you big fat jerk, how dare you not call us!! i waited every birthday for you to wish me, trying to predict a lucky day that would come where you would return.” mikey hiccuped as you rubbed your hand on his back, trying to soothe him as you apologized.

shinichiro looked at you lovingly, his eyes sparkling at how tenderly you treated his siblings. the way you gently caressed mikey’s hair while patting emma’s back as she sobbed into you chest.

you were perfect.

you’ll always be his stargirl, shining brightly even through his darkest times.

he never realized how madly in love he was with you, not until you were thousands of miles away. shinichiro still sometimes felt that feeling of his heart sinking at the thought of you never coming back.

but you did and he never wanted to let you go again.

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who1ssheesh · 2 months

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With every touch

Hot take: in contrary to a popular opinion, people do consider xanxus' scars ugly. not you though - with every touch you heal a broken man.

just a rambling about his scars without a plot idk

Warnings: kinda short but i put my soul in it; huge UNAPOLOGETIC OOC, i wanna see my man happy at least once; 100% wrong grammar, english is not my native; no beta we die like tyl tsuna

Note: they always portrait xanxus' scars as something hot, but there is probably a reason he doesn't like'em, huh? In short, not-so-popular opinion that people tend to be terrified of a huge man with ugly scars

Oh, that man...My battered, cruel man.

At first Xanxus was furious to even look at himself in the mirror. Every of them probably was shattered and he felt so too. Windows curtained, lights off - he avoided any possibility of seeing himself until Superbia had to beat some sense into his boss.

His father left him tainted, how could he? Always reminded being number two, number two, a nuisance, a mistake. A reminder of a ruined life that he can never fix.

Not only that, Xanxus started noticing that people...didn't like them, to say the least. Xanxus being Xanxus, he at some point likes it (coping? question mark?) since he enjoys to be feared and respected, you can't take that away from him, but he was still young and impressionable when he got them.

Like what, he got frozen at 16 and got rescued still having the same mentality? He was...not a child but not an adult either.

Civilians tend to side eye him. You don't have to be smart to know such scars are not an accident and he is not some fucking florist, y'know what I mean? It is a branding of a life he lives and the one that will kill him one day.

His whole body - and in every way too fucking visible place - deformed with the thick layer, it feels as if his skin was melting at some point. It's rough, harsh and bumpy to the touch but Xanxus couldn't give more shit since he can't even feel those.

He doesn't like to touch his face and not feel anything, cause scars are so fucking deep

And it is an ironic cycle - Xanxus gets angry at those scars, and they get bigger, and he gets even angrier-

He hates his father so much.

Oh yeah, for some reason we all consider Xanxus as a womanizer but hear me out he is very selective because he is proud to an unhealthy manner

He would fuck some annoying lesser boss' wife to humiliate him, fight me on this take

Probably tried to have several sugar babies and random one night stands

Tried

None of them mentioned it out loud but he could notice their...disgust? Xanxus would light like a match instantly - he is fucking Xanxus, how dare they?

how dare they remind him what a mistake he is?

Xanxus gets black-out drunk while cleaning his weapon way too much and considers this his life. Who needs feelings and others anyway?

His past shape him, so he will live at least out of spite. Every scar reminds him of why he was hated by a man he thought as a father - too furious, too dangerous, too ambitious.

So be it.

But then there is you...

Xanxus likes your cheeks. You could never tell that though, since he is very distant, but they are so...soft. Untouched. He will touch them rarely, covering with "you pig got some dirt on your face"

He will get furious if anyone dares to leave even the smallest scar on your body. And we're not talking about just angry but "blind rage" angry. He won't let you live through mafia experience the way he did. It can be even "ouch, he scratched me while trying to capture" - he doesn't care. Even this slight scar still has a memory of your capture left on you body

He knows you're strong even if you have never held a gun in your hand - that's why you're his in the first place. But man has some unresolved issues, m-kay?

But his hickeys and marks are okay. That little-little hypocrite.

They were left meaning his deepest emotions though, right?

The touch moment happens - surprise - not during sex. It's a random kiss in the cheek. It's when you cling to his arm as if it doesn't look like fresh from the meat grinder.

You touch his skin so softly as if this man is not forged through pain and blood

They say severe scar skin is so thick it cannot feel anything - and so thought Xanxus about himself - anymore, but why does he feel like he is burning every time you do that?

With every touch Xanxus melts

His past shapes him, he says. But doesn't define him, you add.

Every scar shows strength and is a reminder of how strong your man is. He is still here and - very gladly - keeps fighting (even when he shouldn't)

With every touch Xanxus melts until one day this huge man bends down to put his head on your shoulder, his scarred cheek touching yours.

He hugs you. And you kiss this very cheek, finding peace in his warmth and bitter - but oh so dear smell - of alcohol and gunpowder

#khr headcanons #khr imagines #khr x reader #varia x reader #xanxus x reader #xanxus khr #katekyo hitman reborn x reader

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toxic3mmy · 1 month

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Holaa, perdón por no mandarla antes pero andaba ocupada con tareas. Bueno mi idea era que el lector se enferma cuando Quackity esta de viaje en México y se lo intenta ocultar, tipo cuando el la llama ella pretende andar bien cuando no, solo para no preocuparlo pero al final el se entera.

me encanta la idea! gracias por el request!!

prompt: alex finds out that you’re sick while he’s in mexico

lovey dovey, sweet alex bf, you’re feeling sickly, fluff

no warnings, all fluff!!!

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it was christmas time. the weather was very cold and it made you feel even more alone. your boyfriend alex was in mexico for the holidays. you were home alone, left to deal with a terrible cold.

it was the second week since alex left and you woke up in a cold sweat. your head was spinning and you felt the worst you’ve ever felt. you grab the thermometer on your bedside table and stick it in your mouth. as you wait for the beep, your body starts shaking and you realize you definitely aren’t okay.

“103.6…. wow, that’s too high” you whisper to yourself

at that same moment, your phone was ringing and you saw it was alex facetiming you. you quickly flatten your messy hair and wipe your sweaty face before answering.

“hi my love… how are you?”

you smile at his voice and respond in a slightly raspy manner,

“hi alex… im fine, i just miss you a lot”

“y/n are you sure you’re okay? you sound like you’re sick.. do i need to come home early? i hate that you’re alone and you seem super sick or—”

“no! um… no im fine! i just woke up so it’s probably why my voice is so raspy. don’t ruin your holiday for me, please? i know how much you love to be in mexico with your family for christmas and new years… i just want you to have fun okay?”

after a few silent moments he finally responds,

“yeah… okay y/n. but i swear to god you better not be lying to me about being sick or i swear…”

“you’ll what? fly back this very instant? haha, very funny” you tease

“oh just you wait chiquita, you won’t be laughing when im… never mind. anyways, i hope you’re doing well and i seriously miss your carita linda y/n. i have to go now but, te extraño tanto”

“i love you… take care baby”

and at that moment, alex noticed something in the corner of the facetime. he saw a bunch of used tissues, mugs with tea, and your thermometer on your bedside table. before the two of you hung up, alex quickly screenshot the facetime and said goodbye.

he looked closer at the image and saw there were medicines there, too. the thermometer, although unreadable from this angle, glowed a red light on the screen indicating that the temperature was feverish. alex was more than worried. as he explained the situation to his family, they all agreed that he should go home to tend to his beloved girlfriend.

back at home, y/n was getting worse. you struggled to sleep because of how badly your lungs were hurting and filling with nasty phlegm. your fever hadn’t gone down one bit. damn those cheap fever pills.

you had planned on showering but you need to work up the energy and so you took a long needed nap.

at the same time, alex had already hopped on a plane and was just about to land in california. he caught an uber to the nearest grocery store and collected everything he needed to help you. he quietly walked into your shared home and heard you lightly snoring from your bedroom.

he got to work immediately. he made the best mexican caldo de pollo con arroz that he could, just like his mother taught him. after a bit, he heard you getting up and assumed you were going to shower and so he continued to cook.

you were feeling absolutely awful now but you figured maybe a shower will do the trick. you stepped into the shower and the hot water felt very soothing. suddenly, you began to feel very lightheaded and see darkness creeping in from your peripheral vision. you saw black all at once.

alex heard a loud thud and quickly ran up to your restroom to see y/n unconscious and passed out in the shower.

“oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck… y/n please! im here, please wake up amor” alex hurriedly changed the water to cold and began to splash you awake. you saw black and then a flash of bright light came over you as you heard the most angelic voice ever.

“alexis?” you whispered in a confused manner

“oh my god y/n! im so so sorry i left you. you passed out and it scared me and i—“

“what are you doing here? you were just in mexico this morning..”

“mi amor,” he began as he wrapped my body in a blanket and ran the bath so i could get clean, “i saw all those things on your bedside table when i called you earlier and the moment i saw that red thermometer, i knew you weren’t okay”

you were in shock, you felt so many emotions and couldn’t even get one word out

“come here baby, sit in the tub and i’ll get your clothes ready okay?”

you nodded and sat in the warm bubbly tub. it felt nice and you didn’t have to waste your energy standing up. alex laid out some comfortable clothes for when you finished and he returned to the bathroom.

“close your eyes mi princesa” you obliged and felt alex scrubbing your long hair with shampoo.

you felt so relaxed and so grateful for your sweet boyfriend. you were too tired to say or do much so you let him bathe you. he soon helped you out of the bath and into some warm and comfortable clothes. he laid you in bed and left for a few minutes.

you closed your eyes and began to drift off into sleep. you woke up when you heard alex come back. he had a little table set up with some soup, a warm tea, and some medicine.

“i’m not upset with you okay? i just wish you had told me you weren’t feeling well… i mean, what would have happened if i weren’t here when you passed out in the shower? i just want you to be okay y/n.. so please, just let me take care of you okay?”

all you could do was nod and alex began to give you medicine for your fever and body pain. then he slowly started to feed you warm soup. it was very delicious. he also helped you drink your warm tea.

“alex… thank you so much for everything. im sorry i decided not to tell you but im really glad that you’re here with me. i feel better already”

alex smiled and continued to feed you. soon he helped you lay down and he tucked you in. he played some background noise and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“te amo y/n… im sorry youre not feeling well… i hope you get better soon mi amor”

and with that, you fall asleep soundly.

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader

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bluetooththereptilethethird · 2 years

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His mother

Yandere Damian Wayne x Naga reader x yandere Bruce Wayne

Gif by unknown

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

Tw: yandere themes, abduction, mentions of injury and memory loss

full moon had passed when he came back to the cave with an egg in his hands. He said that the cave he had found it in was abounded, you felt sorry at hearing that, the mother of the egg must have died when she was at hunting. you knew a thing or two about keeping eggs so you decided to take the baby in as well, when the boy was gone the baby could be a good companion for you. They would hatch within days, giving birth to the boy’s sibling, Damian…the boy, your son, liked to take the baby in his arms and rock it gently, talking about never letting his mother and siblings go, and you were happy to hear that. Life couldn’t be better, but any happiness would end in one way or another.

Five full moons passed till when you hear one of those giant birds humans used to fly in the sky, you thought it would fly away and ignored it, but in one day three of them flew into the area, more of them showing up as the time passed, Damian felt uneasy and the baby would cling to your breasts like they could feel something strange was coming.

It was not until the night humans set their feet in your cave that you found out it was too late to do something about those giant birds, Damian was manhandled by a human that had black secondary skin, looking more like those bats at the end of the cave. You tried to attack the human but you were knocked out by his Har punch, the last things you could remember were Damian’s groans, the baby’s crying, and the man’s gruff voice calling your son by the name, telling him to calm down.

Since then you had found yourself in this cage, learning that Damian was the son of that bat human, that he had taken you and the baby away from your forest since Damian insisted that you were his mother. You didn’t know how much time had passed, only the baby’s growth and Damian’s random arrivals to the cage kept you busy and reminded you that the time was passing.

But things tended to get more strange, you pleaded Damian to tell his father to let you and the baby go, that you and his sibling didn’t have a place among humans, but the boy only stared at you dead in the eyes “Your place is here mother…with me, with your family!” family? you didn’t understand what he meant only to have the human that seemed to be Damian’s father walk in the cage, the first time nearly killed him by lashing out and biting his neck with your venomous fangs, the man left you and your children alone, but Damian was not happy about it, he even raised his voice at you “He just wanted to meet you! why can’t you act normal?”

Since then the water felt uncomfortable, the air having a stinking aura, and you felt numb. You crawled out of the water again, to see Damian sit next to the pool “Hello mother” he smiled; tiling his to the side cooing at seeing his sibling make a gurgling sound and make grabby hands for him. Damian took the baby from you and you watched as he kissed the baby’s face several times, the baby’s tail curling around his arm. You watched them with a soft smile, only to your peaceful moments to be ruined by feeling the water move and two large arms cling to your body.

It was him, the man…Bruce, as Damian had called him. The man buried his head in the crook of your neck, finally getting the chance to touch you “Good girl” he cooed in your ear, Damian’s smile widen as he saw you two together. You closed your eyes, wishing that you had never left your cave at that fateful night…but it was too late…

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A/N: here's we go, i'm writing the next chapter right now which means i'm getting close to writing rhaelle and daemon reuniting. ☺️

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My eyes moved boredly between my hand and the master of law as they talk about the stonewall problem back home, I shouldn't even be thinking about this shit right now. I finally don't have a war up my ass and here are these two ruining my trip talking about time delays and restructuring on the wall surrounding the serpent islands, the stonewall was what kept men from Westeros from continuing beyond the mountain of the wall. No one knows how long it has been there or who created it but what they do know is it is hard as shit to knock down and it helps a lot during the war.

"Can you both take a beat, please? Their no need to talk about this now, we're on vacation, so enjoy yourself. Drink. Gamble. Get your cocks wet..." My eyes go over to Banneth making the middle age white man go pink, "I didn't bring two big ass tents for you to just stand and talk about things that are being handled already back home, so please enjoy yourself. Have some fun." My hand hit both their arms before I walked over to the table of food and took some cut-up strawberries to my comfy little blanket pallet that I had the servants make up before I could go and relax and get in some reading, marrio, and valaena walked in.

I look at her and notice something wasn't right, even though she had a smile on her face as she look at baby adrielle, it didn't reach her eyes like it usually does. There was something off about her. I smiled when she caught me staring at her, and she came over with the sweet smile that I haven't seen in a well, note to self when I get back home valaena and I require some mother/daughter bonding.

"Hello, my little water nymph. How did the queen like the blanket." I asked before scrunching up my face so my nose would move as I made sounds making the baby giggle.

"It was a shawl and she liked it very much, even though it was hard to get a proper answer from her since I was bombarded with questions about the stepstones situation." I turn to her with a look of pity knowing that it was hard for her to talk...for anyone for that matter, even though I sent ships with supplies and men to help out. We have yet to hear about the war ending.

"Those old hags can never learn to keep their mouth shut, I swear...but don't let what they say get to you. They are just jealous." I grin when she giggled and shook her head, I move some of the white out of her face before resting my hand on her cheek. As I look at her I grow a little sad, she looks exactly like me when I was her age, and the thought of her getting married makes me want to hide her away from the world.

She looks at me with a puzzled look and asked me what I was thinking about, "Oh, nothing, just trying to figure out, how tall I should make your tower when men start asking for your hand." Valaena rolled her eyes with a smile before slapping my arm, I removed my hand from her face and smiled.

"You sound like thoros." She said making me smirk.

" That should tell you all you need to know, his fatherly intuition is never wrong and neither are mine." I look at the toddler and moved to feed adrielle a small slice of strawberries.

"Unrelated topic of fathers, otto wanted me to tell you the king wishes an audience." I let out a groan not wanting to talk or even see anyone, I spent three years in exile spending my time fighting a war and tending boring meetings. All I want is to be left alone with my family and relax. Is that too much to ask?

"I can never get a minute for myself, " I said under my breath walking away after I kissed my daughter's head. I looked over at Vogero and Banneth and motioned to them to follow me, I walked out of the tent first before being followed by my guards and my advisors.

As we walk I could sense people staring, I snap my eyes around the camp making some of the men look away and go back to work. I shook my head continuing with my business, I finally make it inside the king's tent and looked around. The people inside stopped and got out of the way as I and my men walkthrough, we find viserys in his chair with *surprise* *surprise* otto whispering in his ear.

"King Viserys," I called out catching both man attention, they looked surprised and probably thought I wasn't going to show up.

"Queen Rhaelle." He acknowledged making me nod my head to him, "I am surprised to see you finally presented yourself, we were worried you were going to miss out on the hunt."

"Oh, no no no, I don't do hunting. I more skin and gut the beast rather than hunt, I leave that to the brawns." I smirked as I cross my arms, viserys had a polite smile as he nod.

Otto reminded viserys of the reason they brought me here, making viserys give a look of grimace before lacing his fingers together and resting them on his stomach.

"Well, Rhaelle, the reason we called you to join us to celebrate Aegon's second nameday is–"

"Is it for baelor to spend time with his siblings and you?" I asked, I truly hoped he didn't take me out of exile and bring my son here to talk about me delaying the trade.

"O-of course that and also...." I watched impatiently as he tries to me the other reason.

"We want to know why your exports have been getting delayed and our goods have been getting cut down, while the rest are still getting their full share of stocks," Otto said, I stared at him blankly trying to figure out how he became hand to the king, I mean you have to be either stupid or have no common sense to ask me that.

"Because of the war happening in the stepstones." Otto looked callous at me while Viserys gave a look of confusion, it seems I have to dumb it down for them, "Some of your goods are getting split in half to go your brother and his men, so they won't die of starvation." I said before smiling.

"We didn't agree to that when we sign our agreement."

"No, but I couldn't spare men or food for the stepstones, so I had my advisor write a letter to king viserys about his goods getting cut down for a while just until the war is over and he said okay." I smiled wider seeing otto's eye cheek twitch.

"I don't remember–" viserys said slowly as he looks to be trying to remember what he wrote.

"I do. Banneth." I look at the man as he took a scroll from under his arm and gave it to me, viserys and otto look at me speechless, as I opened the scroll and read out what viserys wrote me.

"Dear Rhaelle...how is baelor...that is all fine with the goods anything to help with the war, and will you and your family like to join us on celebrating aegon's secondname day." I scan through the letter before turning the scroll for them to read, viserys squints as otto let out an annoyed sound as he stood straight after reading it.

"Oh, I apologize I must've been drinking while writing it and forgot." He said looking at otto who looked unimpressed.

That and you're slowly becoming senile, I thought.

I gave banneth back the scroll before slapping my hands together and rubbing them, "So if we're done here. I would rather go back to relaxing and enjoying my free time away from my responsibilities." Otto held up his hand as if that was going to shut me up.

"No, you can't go. We still have to work out about our half of the goods–"

"That's not my problem, if you want your fair share back then help out and send food and supplies to the stepstones. I can't do everything on my own I have my people to worry about." I turned on my heels and walked out with my men in tow, we headed back to the tent to find the tent with more people in it.

I sigh going over to my pallet of pillows and flopping down, I leaned back with my arms behind my head and my right leg over my left. Let's see how long I can relax before someone ruins my mood. I closed my eyes trying to block out the sounds around me and try to find some peace in sleep, but it seems my brain is in a foul mood as the images of dead bodies occupied my mind making my eyes open. I hate when it does that, sometimes I wish I can take it out and scrub it clean, and make all the bad thoughts go away.

I look around me and took the book I had left and opened it, maybe reading can give me some peace. I heard the curtain of the tent move and footsteps, I heard the sound of baelor's voice making me look up at him with a sweet smile. I abandoned the book as he tells me about going over to viserys tent to see him, I could see it on his face he didn't want to go, but I know I can't keep viserys and he separated. He is my son's father and I don't want baelor to regret not having a relationship with his father because of what happened to me.

As we let go of each other. I moved to ruffle his hair before giving him one last kiss on the head, I gave him a small smile as he drag his feet and walk away leaving me. I look down at the pallet and the book deciding that it wasn't going to give me some peace, so I called for a servant, and like a drop of a cloak two appeared.

"You called, my queen." I moved to sit crisscross on the floor before turning my gaze back to the man and woman, I noticed a bowl of uncut strawberries in the man's hand.

"Where is everyone." My eyes turned to the honey skin woman with brown, long layered hair with a long, lively face, and lidded hazel eyes.

"In the woods finding more food for dinner, my queen." I quirked a brow asking about my daughter, "....she went along with lady adrielle and marra for some fresh air, it will be a while until they get back." I hummed before I leaned back getting comfortable.

"Hmmm, good that gives you two enough time to make your queen feel relaxed....undress." I look at the girl, and she gave a smile as she slowly peels off the straps of her dress from her shoulders, "I'm feeling a bit famish...come, boy." I turned my eyes to the tanned man with silver, fluffy hair that hangs over his strong, warm face. I can see his clear amber eyes scan over my body with lust and hunger, he took steady steps toward me before taking a seat next to me.

He feeds me a strawberry as the girl moves to sit on her knees in front of me, she pushes my long skirt up my legs to rest on my thighs. I grunt softly feeling her warm tongue against my folds, I move my hand to her head to guide her before turning my face to man. His lips find mine and our tongues swirl together tasting each other, I sat up slightly as the boy removed my black vest and tunic.

His lips went to my beast kissing and sucking leaving love bites in his wake, I let out a moan feeling the woman's fingers pump inside me slowly as her tongue swipe up my clit making me move my hips a bit to grind against her face. My fingers gently scratched at her scalp as she was bringing me close to my release, the man's lips released my nipple and kiss me as my hand rub his cock through his trousers.

My hand gripes his side as the other clenches the woman's hair, my mouth falls open against his mouth and my back arches as I came as the woman kept sucking my achy cunt. I breath heavy watching the girl come from under my skirt to lick her lips and her two fingers, I gulp as I sat up a bit making the man pull back, my feet tingle and since no one from my group made it back yet, why not continue the fun.

"Now, your turn," I said motioning between the two, the man peel off his clothes piece by piece with the help of the girl. I watch as their bodies molded together as they kiss and grope each other. As they moan, my left arm went behind my head and my right hand slid down my stomach to my wet cunt eager to be played with more.

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My arms stretch above my head wearing a dark red gown, my head turns slightly at the two servants as they walk out behind me. They gave me sly smiles making me watch them walk away to continue their chorus with a small grin, I know I shouldn't be doing it especially here of all places, but thoros did say I needed to find an outlet for my stress, and besides it not like I'm doing anything wrong. If my husband says it's okay to have a few paramours, who am I to say no?

I glance around before seeing the deer that ser keagan brought from his hunt laying on the bench table still not skinned. I tsk to myself forgetting to take the knives out like valaena told me too, I move towards the chest that was at the end of the table and opened it taking out the knives and an apron. After I put on the apron, I started to sharpen the knives I'm going to use to skin the deer, as I was examining the blade, a man with dirty blonde hair and a scruffy beard walked up to my camp.

"Queen Rhaelle?" I glance at him looking him up and down, I nod my head before I made a long incision along the stomach of the deer.

"I am Janas Mormont. I was the one who sent the raven about House Lash and House Farman." I hmmed as I kept on cutting, I remember them they were two of the eight houses that tried to take the serpent islands from me.

"Yes and thank you for that you saved me and my men some time to prepare for their attack." I stop what I was doing and turn to look at him, he smiled at me before bowing his head.

"Which leads me to ask, how did you know they were going to attack?" I watch him carefully as he moves closer before telling me.

"...against my father's wishes, I sent you the raven, and let's just say he wasn't too pleased with me." I look at him for a minute before looking away from him to rip the furry skin from the deer before laying it on the bench.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but why did you help me? Not to sound cynical but you gain nothing from helping me. We don't know each other." He nods.

"We don't. But, you knew my brother, Liram," My brows shot up at the name, "He fought in the Battle of Aegean, and before he passed he wrote letters telling me about new life in serpent isles." I look away from him, I didn't know liram personally but whenever I visited Aegean with Thoros, he was always the first to greet us with a bright smile. He was sweet. When I was first told about the attack on Aegean, I flew there immediately to find the enemies are gone and the kingdom and town burn to ashes. There were few survivors. The Lord who takes the island was dead along with his entire family and manpower. It was a dark day.

"I remember him, I'm sorry for your lost, he was a good man and a great soldier." Janas gave a sad smile before thanking me, "I know this might come off a bit rude, so you don't have to answer if you don't want to...but even though I didn't know your brother well, we did talk a little about his life before Aegean. I'm surprised someone of your stature would still talk to him since his...you know."

"A bastard?" I nod my head, "This might come as a surprise m'lady, but not all of us think the same. He was my brother, we grew up together, and we shared the same blood even though my father refused to knowledge him. He was still my family." I gave sympathetic look at the pain in his voice.

"I meant no disrespect–" he shook his head.

"I know." He cleared his throat before squeezing his hands to his side, "My father has no use for me, I have four older brothers and two sisters. I refused to go to The Wall and pledge myself to the Night's Watch, so I ask you, my queen. If I can accompany you back to magonsæte and serve you and your husband as a knight." I look at him taken back.

"You do realize what you are asking for lord janas, you could bring dishonor to your family and be painted as a traitor–"

"If serving to protect you and your family makes me a traitor then so be it, I rather die a traitor protecting a ravishing woman like yourself than die in an icy secluded hellhole." My eyes widen and my face heats up a bit at his compliment before glancing away from him when he smiled coyly at me.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, lord Janas." He let out a deep laugh making me look back at him.

"I don't know, my queen. The ladies back home say otherwise." He said hinting at the woman in question, I scoff with an eye roll as gave him a teasing smile.

"Whores would say anything for money, especially to a lord from a high standing." Janas made an "oof" sound as his hand went over to his heart making me shake my head.

"That hurts, my queen." I let out a chuckle before thinking about his request, he could be of use to me since he knows a bit about the man who's been sending others to take magonsæte from me.

"It will be an honor to have you join my royal guard, lord Janas. My people and I will be leaving morrow at dusk," He nods his head before holding his hand out for me to shake, I planted the knife into the wood of the table before wiping my hands on the apron. We shook hands after a second past we let go and he told me he will grab his stuff before coming back, I nodded before watching him walk away.

I look down at the dead animal before calling a servant to preserve it, my head turns after hearing a horse and saw baelor throwing a rock at the princess. I hurriedly took off the apron and made my way over to janas and baelor, I stalk towards him looking at him angrily. I shook my head at his words as he told me what happened, I did not believe his words knowing that the princess would not do such a thing. As he tried to plead his case, janas stepped in telling me what happened, baelor argued otherwise making me shush him and told him to go to the tent. When he tried to argue again I didn't want to hear it and snap at him to go, I watch as he stalk away before looking at Janas.

"Are you sure you're alright, I can have someone look at you." He shook his hand declining saying he was fine, I look at him for a moment before letting go.

I excused myself and went to the tent to see what had gotten into baelor to make him behave like that before I walked into the tent I looked down the pathway towards the king's tent to see viserys stumble out as he look up and down for someone. I narrow my eyes at him.

What the fuck did he do now, I thought.

I walk in to see baelor on the pile of pillows that were in the far back corner, I could see his body shaking slightly making me frown and worried. He finally moved his face from the cushion for me to see his wet face, I walk over to him before taking a seat, we were both quiet for a minute before I ask what happened. After, some pushing he finally told me what occurred between his father and sister.

I am not an angry person and there's already too much darkness in this world to be such a thing, but there have been two occurrences in my life that made me fervent. One was a long time ago with my old handmaid, Magatha, which didn't end well and now. I should have known better than to trust viserys to try to keep level-headedness with my son, that is on me, I had been more worried about not being the reason our family breaks apart knowing that jaehaerys wouldn't have wanted that he would have wanted viserys and baelor to bond to be a father and son.

But, no more I have kept my mouth shut and allowed him to do what he wishes, I allow him to take baelor in while the war was happening and have baelor visit every month. I even told baelor to forgive that little bitch about her comments against me, I can take being called names, fuck I'm used to them by now, but calling my son a bastard to his face and telling him such things you heard from your father is going to fucking far.

My eyes go over to my valyrian bastard sword, Dreamcatcher, maybe a little talk with the king and princess will do them some good. The sound of the party coming brought me out of my thoughts as I turn to them, I look back at my son with a reassuring look as I wipe his fave with my sleeves. I told him I will have a long hard talk with his father and sister to make sure something like this will never happen again. I kissed his head before getting up and walking over to the corner to put on the belt that has the sheath on it before sliding my sword inside.

"I'm going out for a walk," I said walking past the table.

"Don't be late for dinner," Valaena said looking at me and making me nod, I turn my eyes to my son giving him a comforting smile before leaving.

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I poked my head out of rhaenyra's tent to find her not there, I was planning on talking to her first since she has so much to say about me and my son why not confront her.

I really wanted to fuck her up, I thought to myself as I walk over to the king's tent. Before I could go in I was stopped by the guards, I told them I needed to see the king. One of the guards shook their head saying the king wasn't seeing anyone due to his "intense headache" making me roll my eyes, I turn my back to them glancing around before looking back.

"Well, once his over his hangover tell him I need to talk to him. It's about our son...." I told them I'll be over at the bonfire before walking away.

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The sun finally fell into the trees and the moon was hanging in the sky with all the stars, the wind blew gently against the trees and the fire that stood before me. My fingers twisted with the ring on my left hand as I was in deep thought, it had been standing out here. So long that my anger is subdued for now anyways, I hoped viserys got my message, what am I saying the guards probably didn't tell him anything, no one in these parts listens to me. I'm a joke to them. My neck jerked slightly making me drop my hands to my sides with a sigh.

His not coming, I thought.

I move to walk away from the blazing fire when I see viserys standing there looking at me, I furrow my brows looking at him oddly, he started to come closer making me step back a bit when stood in front of me. I look at him as he looks down at me, sudden a dream I had long months ago came back making me turn my head away from the fire.

"Please, don't say it. I already feel bad as it is." I side-eyed him seeing him see he was looking at the fire with a somber look.

"Imagine how my son feels." Viserys look at me with an exasperated look.

"I had too much to drink. I'm sorry–" I stopped him from continuing.

"Did you know that rhaenyra called baelor a bastard and told him, the only reason you want him around is that you pretend he baelor the younger?" I turn my body to look at him and I saw the guilt all over his face.

"So you knew...about all of it?" I questioned, the anger that I let go moments ago resurfaces as he nods his head.

"For fuck sake, viserys." I hissed looking away from him.

"Rhaenyra is still getting used to not being the only child, it is not her fault." I snap my head at him.

"Like hell it is. She is ten and eight picking on a child that she use to beg to hold not too long ago, and now she despises him." I move my hand to my mouth before taking it off, " How could you let this happen, how you could allow her to keep tormenting him? After, what she said." He looks at her with a look between guilt and anger.

"Do not look at me as if it is my fault if you didn't air out our business to the entire court out of spite. None of this would have happened." I look stare at him staggered, how dare he blame this on you, I thought.

"You think I did that out of spite of you." I walk up close making him look down at me, "I didn't do it because I was angry at you, viserys. I did it for me. I told my truth so everyone would know I wasn't some heartless whore who let some man impregnate me for the fun of it." I spit angrily as I stare up at him.

"I can never forgive you for what you did to me and your sorries won't take away the shame I bear, it won't take away the nightmares, or the touches and erase your smell from my senses." I shudder as my arms around my chest in dismay, viserys looking back at me with a frown.

"....I never meant to cause you so much...pain, rhaelle." he muttered, "I just wanted a son." I scoffed softly looking down at the patch of green grass, I slightly kicked the dirt under my feet.

"Well, you got what you wanted."

We stood there quietly nothing but the sound of the people in the distance, and the crickets and birds that surround us. I look up when he made a sound, he hesitated for a moment before saying what he needed to say.

"His bright our boy, sometimes when we talk I forget I'm talking to a child with how much knowledge he holds." I hummed in agreement while nodding.

"It feels like not too long ago he was babbling and crawling around, ignorant to the world outside the red keep," I stated thinking fondly about those days when everything felt normal.

"I wish I could stop thinking of him as mine and aemma's baelor, my fears of having to let him go so he wouldn't be affected by it. Seems like the only choice for him to be happy." I could tell the revelation that came over viserys pained him to say it, and as much as you want to agree you can't cause you know that baelor and viserys deserve to have a bond.

"When I was little jaehaerys told me the only thing that can tear down the house of the dragon was itself," viserys eyes lift to meet mine as he waits for me to continue, "And I wish not to be the one to do it, I can take the blame for baelor hating you and I'm making it up by forcing him to spend time with you."

"But, I can not do it alone, viserys. If you truly want a relationship with your son you must make some sacrifices, one being stop drinking around him." I emphasize the last sentence making him frown before nodding, "and the second is listening to your children, especially your daughter, if she feels like you're not hearing her, she will act out and baelor will be the one paying for it." Viserys sighs as he nods.

"I know and I will speak to her about her behavior as of late towards her brother, I promise." I nod, I was still going to have a small talk with the young girl but her father didn't need to know that.

"Good, so we agree no more drinking while baelor is visiting, right?" He nods making you give a satisfied look, "...alright, it is getting late and you must be getting some rest for the hunt tomorrow, so I wish you a goodnight, king viserys." I walk back slowly before turning away to walk away. I stop when he called my name making me turn back to him as he walk up close to me.

"I found something in your old chambers, and I hope to this as a truce between us..." I furrowed my brows as I watch him take something from his pocket, my heart crack a bit when I saw the little knitted bonnet I made for my child.

"It was stuffed in the corner behind the wardrobe, it still smells like her..." My eyes begin to water as I took the bonnet from his hand and held it between my fingers feeling the fabric, "I wanted to give it to you when you first came back, but..." He trailed off making me give a sad smile as I look at the bonnet in my hand.

"Thank you," I look up, and he nodded as he too stars at the bonnet, I could see his misty eyes cloud with sadness making me realize this was probably the only thing he had left of her too, "but I already have a token of her." I reach to my neck and pulled out a silver locket, I opened it to show a drawing of my daughter and a piece of dark hair stuck inside.

"You can hang on to it...if you like." Viserys looks up from the locket as I put the bonnet back in his hand, he gave me a grateful smile and held it tightly in his fist.

"The gods give just as the gods take away," I pause for a second at what viserys said, before closing my locket and putting it back inside my dress.

The gods had nothing to do with taking away my baby girl, I thought, but vengeful hands who underestimated my love for my children did.

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The next morning, I waited in rhaenyra's tent for her return, I sat on a chair as I flip through the pages of a book that was laying on the table across from her mirror. My eyes drifted up as the curtains to the tent were thrown aside by rhaenyra, I look at her with a raised eyebrow seeing her neck and chest covered in blood.

"What are doing in my tent? Who let you in." She asked as I abandoned the book on the table in front of me, I move out of the chair to stand.

"You said something to baelor to make him upset, I want you to apologize." Rhaenyra scoffed as she stepped further in with an indifferent look.

"Whatever he says is a lie. Now leave before I call my guards in here to have you removed." She moves making me move to block her way, she glances at me taking back at my movements.

"It seems you have a death wish, cousin." Rhaenyra snap.

"I can say the same for you, you little bitch." Rhaenyra's jaw dropped at my words.

"I have you completely gone mad? Have you forgotten who your talking to–" My hand went to her throat backing her into the table, she looked wide-eyed at me as her mouth gaped open.

"You call my son a bastard and I want you to apologize before that blood on you will become your own," Rhaenyra's small hand grasps my wrist as she tries to get my hand from around her neck.

"M-my father will have your head, whore." She struggles under my grip making her nails dig into my skin.

"You're not listening to me, so let me say it slower..." My hand tightens causing rhaenyra to grunt as she tried her best to pull my hand off of her, "I want you to get on your knees and beg for my son's forgiveness, and hopes he accepts because if he doesn't..." I took out my dagger and held it in the corner of rhaenyra's eye gently pressing the blade against her pale skin.

"I'll give you something truly to mourn and be pissed about, " rhaenyra watches me and the blade carefully, "So, now that I got your attention. What are you going to do."

Her face was twisted in a frown as she glare at me, I move the blade under her eyes and down her cheek.

"I wonder if the men of the seven kingdoms would still want you if you were missing a tongue and an eye, hmmm, " The sharp blade pressed against the flesh breaking the skin and causing a sprinkle of blood on her cheekbone, she tensed and clench her jaw.

"You will kill me over a word." I leaned my face close to her.

"I'll kill you for just looking at him funny, you have no idea what length I would go for my children, princess." I could see the uneasiness in her eyes making me smirk a bit, "Tick Tock, princess." She let out a disgruntled sound before opening her mouth.

"I'm sorry for calling baelor a bastard," she grits out, I loosen my hand off her throat and pulled her off the table.

"That wasn't so hard now was it, princess." The blade was put away making rhaenyra snarl at me after she pulled her hand away from her cheek to have her finger have a bit of blood on them.

"I leave at dusk so you will have until then to come up with a sincere apology for my son. Okay?" Rhaenyra just stared at me as I walk back to the spot that I crawled from to get in there.

"How about I just tell my father what you did to me," I turn to look at her.

"I won't stop you. I can't stop you. But, know this if you don't apologize to baelor before we leave, I'll tell your father about you and daemon's inappropriate alone time on the throne all those years ago." A mixture of shock and confusion appeared on rhaenyra's face.

"We did nothing–".

"Sure you didn't. But, he doesn't know that and your uncle does have a habit of taking things that don't belong to him, and besides who can ignore the looks you two give one another." That leaves rhaenyra dumbfounded and speechless, I smirk before bidding her goodbye and leaving from where I came.

❧

Rhaelle watches from her seat on the bench as rhaenyra and baelor talk from a distance, baelor looks reluctant while rhaenyra stood awkwardly as she talks to the boy. Rhaelle tilts her head to the side as she watches her son starts talking and something shifts between them, rhaenyra looks taken back at the young boy before baelor moves to wrap his arms around her waist making rhaenyra slowly do the same. Rhaelle hummed to herself happy, viserys soon walk out going over to the two siblings causing them to break apart.

Viserys looks to his daughter before looking at baelor, he said something before moving his arm out for baelor to walk ahead inside the tent. Rhaelle caught viserys eye giving him a small bow of her making the older man give a small smile before going inside to talk to baelor, rhaelle's eyes shifted over to rhaenyra to catch the young woman looking at her. Rhaelle raised her hand wiggling her fingers making rhaenyra scoff and turn on her heel to walk away, rhaelle smiled to herself as she make her hand fall to her lap. She soon got up and went inside to help pack up to head home, even though she didn't get the needed peace she wanted.

An hour or two passed, the tent was empty and everything was packed for travel, rhaelle was talking to banneth and vogero when baelor ran up to her clinging to her side. The two men walked away giving some time with the queen and her son, rhaelle smiled down at baelor and asked about the conversation with his father and sister.

"It went well, I'm still upset with the king, but rhaenyra and I found some common ground together." Rhaelle look down at him with a proud smile happy to hear such things, four huge carriages with engravings of house velfrey sigil on them came making the servants and knights start gathering up their stuff.

Rhaelle walked with her son still clinging to her hip when she was stopped in her tracks by baelor who looked into the opening of the woods.

"What is it, sweetie." She asked looking at him, he looks at her before looking at the woods again. She look where he was looking and saw a white stag standing there in the sunlight, she furrow her brows in awe at the beautiful creature.

"It's real," Baelor whispered making him look up at his mother with a grin as she look down at him with a puzzled look. They heard a crack and look back to where the stag was and it was gone as if it was never there.

Odd, rhaelle thought.

She pulled baelor along to the carriages where her people were waiting with viserys, alicent, rhaenyra, and otto.

"Thank you, again. King Viserys for the invitation I hope to have many more in the future," she said standing with her family and friends behind her.

"Of course and I hope you will do the same, I am curious to see the serpent islands. Maybe we can celebrate baelor's nameday there." He smiled looking down at his son before looking back at her, she nods with a kind smile.

"That's a great idea, my king."

Viserys and Rhaelle sensed the many eyes on them as they stood across from each other, viserys look at rhaelle as her eyes were looking at the servants putting things in the carriage.

"Safe travels, queen rhaelle." Rhaelle look back at viserys, she was shocked to hear him address her as queen but held it in.

"Thank you, cousin." Viserys held out his hand for rhaelle to shake, and she grasp his hand before shaking it.

Rhaelle moves to wish the queen and the other two goodbyes before removing her hand from viserys grip, rhaelle and her family bowed to the royal family making viserys and the others do the same. Rhaelle and her people piled into the carriages, as the door shut baelor and valaena waved out the window as the carriage moved to take them back to king's landing.

❧

I yawned rubbing my eyes as I finish the rest of my painting, after visiting King's Landing and Diftmark, I still had a ball of energy in me. I blew out the candles and walked out of my art room to wander down the halls of Stonehold, sometimes it baffles me how I, valaena velaryon, became a princess. I shook my head lightly as I traveled down a corridor with huge portraits of old kings and queens with their children on the wall, I stop for a moment to admire a portrait of thoros and his sister-wife, they look so youthful and happy, something you never imagine seeing in a married couple.

I continue down the hall, my mind shifting to my brothers, urging how I could kill those two, I know in my heart that they're still alive but my faith in them coming back soon is decaying and I wonder if he is still mad at me. I never told my mother this or anyone for that matter the reason me and Aeron stopped writing to each other, when I told Aeron of my marriage to boremund, he was livid and wrote me bunches of the letter telling me how bad the idea it just like my mother did.

But, I was stupid then I changed now that I understand, why my mother was against it. But, back then I was adamant about my decision, and some harsh words were exchanged as a result. I leaned against the wall, and the large windows that sat on the other side bathed me in the moonlight, I closed my eyes feeling my chest tighten. What if that was the last thing he read and his now on the beach covered in sand and crabs, and the last thing thought was that I hated him?

"...valaena?" I got off the wall and look up to see my mother in the distance, I sniff and realized I was in her part of the wing.

"My sweet girl, are you alright." She asked walking up to me in her nightgown, her hair was long passed her shoulders and she held a candlestick in her hand.

"I-I'm sorry, I must have got lost in my head and led me here, silly me." I watch as she gave me a worried look as she reach her warm hand to wipe at my cheek.

"Have you been crying, my dear?" I didn't have the strength to lie to her, so I nodded before glancing down at my bare feet.

"Come on, sweetie." She takes me by the hand and pulls me to her room, I look around at the decor in the room before being pulled to the fireplace where it looks like she has been sitting with a packet of letters and a ball of yarn.

"You couldn't sleep either." I look over at my mother as she took a seat in the armchair where her yarn was laying before she grabbed her wooden needles.

"Knitting gives me peace of mind before I go to bed, how about you why aren't you asleep yet? I know you have a busy day tomorrow?" She asked starting back knitting as I took a seat by her side before putting my left leg over my right.

"I couldn't sleep so I stood up to finish my painting, I have a lot on my mind," I whispered the last part making my mother glance at me before stopping what she was doing.

"You want to talk about it." I turn my head to her look at her, I could tell my mother had the world on her shoulders with threats of more wars to come for our new home, and the familiar feeling of not wanting to be a burden burn in my chest.

"It's nothing, mama. I just worry about the boys." A look of realization made it to my mother's face before she started knitting again.

"From what my letters say, the boys are fine still fighting that damn war, but fine." My eyes glance at the multiple letters on top of each other on the small table between the chairs, I move to pick up an envelope and saw the targaryen sigil, this was from daemon.

"When did you and daemon start writing to each other," I asked looking at my mother, she gave an annoyed look probably thinking about him.

"He writes to me." I raised my brow.

"And you don't write back?" She shook her head.

"Nope. Most of those letters in there are him telling me sweet nothings, while the others are updates on the war." I nod my head moving to get another envelope and opening it.

"How do you know which ones are love letters and which ones are not," I asked with a small smile making my mother kick my foot.

"The targaryen sigil in black is for an update, while the one is red ones are for 'my eyes only' " She made finger air quotes making me giggle, before taking a red sigil envelope and opening it.

My eyes scan the page expecting crude words spread across the letter but were met with sweet words that I never expect could come from the prince known as the rogue prince.

"By the gods, mother, these are beautiful," I look at her, but she didn't look at me as she shook her head slightly, she didn't look impressed.

"I never knew daemon to be such a poet," I say as I move to open a new letter to read, another heartfelt letter that speaks of memories on the beach with each other back at king's landing. I move to pick up another and another and another, before dropping my hands in my lap as I look at my mother.

"I don't understand how your not fawning over these...these are amazing, look what he wrote here...." My mother looks at me as I read out the words of her once-former lover, I look over at her when I finish seeing her staring at the fire, an air of melancholy surrounded her. My mother didn't tell me much of her and daemon's relationship only that they were friends who ended up in the most unforeseen affair.

"Why are you sad, mother? Do these make you miss him," I asked without thinking, my mother look at me with a mixture of emotions in her lilac eyes.

"These letters...make me angry and confused, because I do not know what his purpose in writing these is."

"It sounds like he declaring his love for you," I said looking down at the letter.

"If he wanted to declare his love for me, he would have ended this war a long time ago, he knows I know he can, I feel there is something else at foot." I shook my head at her and her paranoia, but I'm used to it when you have people trying to kill you and your family, and you begin to expect everyone to be out to get you.

"You're being paranoid, mother. For all you know, this is daemon's way of saying he wants to be with you again and..." she looks at me with furrowed brows, "I think you give him a chance." Her furrowed brows shot up near her hairline.

"Valaena, I am a married woman–"

"With multiple paramours, I know what you do in your free time when everyone else is busy. I have eyes." A look of guilt and fear wash over her making me put my hand over her own, "I'm not angry with you, thoros already told me the situation between you two before I started noticing." A faint look of relief passed through her eyes before it was replaced by worry.

"No, I can't. I made a promise long ago that I leave what we had in the past, and I will stick to that til the day that I die, the only important to me is my family and my kingdom." She stated I could tell that she was done talking about and meant what she said, but the thought of your mother not getting the love she deserves didn't feel right to you.

I moved to grab another letter, this one is a bit older than the other and longer, as we sat in silence and read over the letter. My eyes sparkle with an idea after reading what daemon wrote and from what mother said earlier, I glance at her from the corner of my eyes to see her yawning.

"Mama, can I sleep with you tonight, I don't feel like walking back to my chambers." My mother gave a bright smile before nodding.

"Of course, my love. I'm about to head to bed now, you coming." I shook my head making up an excuse and making her nod again, she picked up her yarn and needles putting them away before coming back over and kissing my hairline.

"Goodnight, my love."

"Night, mama," I said back watching her walk to her bed and get under the covers.

I waited a bit and when the sounds of her soft snoring came I got up and went over to her to double-check check, she was out before leaving the room. I headed to her mother's studies that were just down the hall from her chambers, I slipped in before lighting a candle to see. I went over to her desk pulled out a parchment from her bottom drawer and dip the quell into the ink in front of me. I look down at the blank parchment thinking, what would her mother say to daemon, my hand moved as I wrote on the paper. When I was finished I reread my work back to me, after I thought it was convincing enough I found it and put it in an envelope. I used the sigil for our house to stamp it to keep the envelope close.

I quickly walk out to tie it to a raven before sending it off, I made it back to my mother's chambers quietly before gently getting into bed next to her. Now, all I have to do is hope that daemon takes the bait and ends this war.

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 1 year

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Dating aizen and shinji(seperately ) headcannons ? Plz

Ah yes two very fun boys! Also two very different kinds of partners.

Aizen

Depending on the type of person you are dating Aizen can be either the best of times or some of the most frustrating

Aizen starts the relationship with a lie and that can't be avoided but you're also someone that can get him to tell you anything after a bit of time

There's a high chance you met Aizen back when he was captain maybe even lieutenant so when you start dating it comes as a shock to most people but Aizen will brush them off

He always praises you and will get somewhat angry when and if people talk badly about you in anyway

Gin is almost always around even after he becomes a captain so expect to have to deal with him as Aizen's partner….Dont worry too much, he'll be nice

Aizen is a devoted partner, he's caring and smart enough to always be able to read you and in turn he'll want you to understand him as well

Dates don't really happen often but during those time they do happen they're always well thought out and planned so nothing ruins them

He also doesn't really give gifts, he sees no need for them most the time but any he does give be it for holidays or celebrations are always so meaningful and more often than not are handmade

Shinji

Dating Shinji is like a roller coaster but not in a bad way he's just a handful

He's very impulsive at times and can get cocky if not kept in check but he really is a nice boyfriend

Dates are plentiful and somewhat spontaneous. At times with nothing major happening Shinji might just jolt up and ask to go to the park or get something to eat together

Shinji plays it off the he's the kind of guy to forget important dates but in reality he has them all marked down and often has things planned months in advance

He gives you nicknames and you can't avoid them. Sweetheart, baby, sweetcheeks, honeybear, idiot ( always said in a dreamy tone) and many others

Shinji tends to hide when things bother him and honestly after what happened in the soul society he's a little hesitant to trust people but that's how you know when his love runs deep

Nights are sometimes spent talking about anything Shinji can think of from his past to the future he wants with you and his friends things he would almost never speak of to others

He can be rash, sometimes really blunt but he's honest about his love and he loves to show it off whenever given a chance

Alright! I will hopefully have another request done by the end of the month! But until then I hope you enjoyed this. A little note since I'm not the most happy with how this came out is I'm not great at general headcanons but I do hope it was still good. Thank you for requesting and reading. Have a good day or night. ~ Lilly

#reader x #reader insert #x reader #reader imagine #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #aizen x reader #aizen sosuke x reader #shinji hirako x reader #shinji x reader

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thatlilfairyy · 1 year

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Home; s.g

maintaining a secret relationship isn’t exactly easy, especially after a month of not being able to see each other and oh! the fact that he is also one of the top earning professors in your university.

w: f. oral, creampie, m. oral receiving, spit play if you squint, phone sex if it counts?, ilovesugurusomuch, slight overstimulation, reader being submissive, reader is in their twenties, use of daddy once, smutt 😏 mdni

w.c: 4.2k

“i’d like you to meet my incredible professor,” nobara praised loudly, which was unusual of her to boast over someone that wasn’t necessarily her, or maki.

“i’m two years older than you my dearest, there’s no need for me to.”

she began to pout in return and you felt like a piece of shit right then.

“he teaches junior level courses as well you know,” she continued, mumbling underneath her breath before adding on, “he’s up there along with our sensei, satoru!”

“If gojo is teaching them may the lord be with his students.” you prayed for them, knowing maki, megumi, and itadori were all with him right now. the only reason nobara isn’t with them is because she’s skipping lessons.

you were letting her talk as usual, sipping on your iced mango green tea when your phone began to vibrate.

“i heard he’s finally returning from his book tour. gojo sensei wouldn’t stop blabbing about it-“

you caught on to what she was saying. wait, what? he’s back? it had been nearly a little over a month since he picked up his bags and left for his book tour. It was the longest you both had been apart from each other, but you always displayed a smile and a positive attitude when face-timing him, knowing deep down you were already yearning for him to return home. he would often leave for conferences considering he, along with saturo, were one of the highest earning professors in the university, but it would only be for a week or so, not a whole fucking month and fifteen days.

nobara's voice registered through your ears, but your brain was turning mush at the mere thought of just being able to see him again.

2 missed calls

from: s.g

morning muñeca

i need to see your pretty face

same time as usual?

i have a surprise for you

he was back after so long. a smile broke out on your face, causing nobara to look over and smile slyly towards you. all of a sudden your annoyed expression had dissipated into thin air and your eyes were glowing with an expression she hasn’t seen before on you.

it was the fifth vibration that made you choke on your drink. it was him in a bathroom stall with his hand wrapped around the head of his mushroom cock. he seemed composed, but you knew those needy eyes of him.

are you alone?

“hey, i gotta go pee,” you blurted out, disrupting nobara’s train of thought.

“i’ll go with you then.”

“no! just stay and finish your food. i’ve got to take a shit,” you told her without much thought. she grimaced as you rushed over to the public restrooms in your campus.

of course you knew professor suguru, in fact you knew him a little too well.

“i need you so bad, baby,” he heaved out on to the phone’s microphone. he sounded breathless, his voice low and raw. “i’m so sensitive just thinking about you.”

you heard a sharp inhale and found yourself squeezing your thighs together. you pressed the phone over to your mouth, kissing the screen. it’s been so long since you’ve last seen him. weeks since you’ve felt his touch, his warmth, his hands roaming your body. your heart ached for him while your body yearned for his touch once again.

“wish i could bend you over my desk and ruin that sweet little cunt of yours.”

you pressed the palm of your hand against your mouth, exhaling loudly. you needed to be careful, when it came to suguru you’d tend to lose your sanity without a care in the world.

“i wanna hear your voice, baby,” he let out a whiny breath, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

“i-i’m here,” you stammered out on demand. “my professor is holding me back late tonight though.”

he groaned in frustration, you almost did as well. you've never heard him like this before, it had your heart hammering uncontrollably against your chest.

“but i’ll rush over as soon as i’m done.” you compromised with such eagerness, your thighs pressed tightly against each other’s.

“always so eager to please me, mm?”

“of course, i missed you so much,” you told him, wanting nothing more than to skip the remainder of your classes. the way his voice rumbled throughout the phone had you taking in deep breaths. the way this man easily had you so weak was ridiculous. no other man had the privilege to unravel you with just the sound of their voice.

“i want you so badly.” your voice hitched, knees buckling to the thought of him between your thighs. if you weren't sitting down, you'd be on the floor right about now.

“i’ll stay over tonight," you immediately stated, disregarding your plans for the weekend.

“you won’t leave until i say so,” he corrected you, “i’ll make sure i take my sweet time with you this time."

you swallowed thickly, already enticed by the way he sounded so fucking annoyed. did he really want you this badly too? “want me to pick up dinner?”

“i’ve got that covered already.”

"i'll have to go home to get a spare change of clothes and i-"

"i want you here straight after, no exceptions. it's not like you'll be needing them anyway. is that clear enough for you baby, or do i have to explain myself again?"

he was talking to you as if you were his dumb fucking bitch.

"y-yes," you struggled deeply trying to bite back a needy whine. and god were you. “i hear you clear enough now.”

"yes what?"

"yes, daddy." you purred out and the soft exhale he made was enough to have you imagining all the things he could do to you tonight.

—

you rushed over to his apartment downtown, not sparing any second since you knew traffic would be a bitch.

“hii,” you shyly greeted him, having a hard time trying to maintain his alluring gaze. even after all the time spent together, you didn't exactly know why still he drove you near insanity each time he touched you. he had you acting bashfully, soft, and like a damn spoiled princess. it was the way his greedy eyes took in every single part of your body, starting with your eyes, down your lips, to the skin you were purposely showcasing for him in such a delicate satin dress that could fall apart any second.

a dress designed for you, ordered by no other than himself.

he always radiated a dark dominance off him that made you so submissive, but always so bratty. from the moment you both met, you knew he melted away your cold hearted self with his wit, alluring eyes, and charm. a one night stand that ended up into a spiraling mess of nights moaning and shaking within his embrace. not to mention the hundreds of dollars he spent on you, pampering, dressing you up so prettily, all for him to ravish up at the end of the night. nights and days have blurred into a span of endless moments spent together by now.

“sugu-”

his hands were already on your hips, tugging you towards him. the duffel bag in your hold was soon forgotten as you let it drop on the ground without care. your arms were already wrapping around his neck, letting him place his mouth on your neck. he was ghosting your sensitive skin with his breath, running a stripe down the crook of your neck with his tongue.

you let out a small whimper, fingers tugging at his locks to help guide him towards where you wanted him the most. he peppered your neck with soft, languid kisses, marking his way up your neck, towards your chin, and then stopping right at the corner of your lips. your heady, lustful gaze was enough confirmation that you were already yearning for his touch. his hands came up to frame your face in his, cupping your chin as he finally leaned down to properly kiss you.

oh god did you yearn for this man. an ache in your heart blossomed every time you had to part ways, but as he touched like this, it made you hot all over, butterflies emerging from within and soaring into a wave of calmness. suguru after all, made you very nervous still yes, but he also provided you with comfort, a summer warmth, and love. his hold and touch were always gentle unless he was fucking the living brains out of you.

he kissed you desperately, mouths slightly missing from the intensity and anticipation of it. your fingers danced their way down to his rumpled shirt, digging your fingers into the fabric of it as he took your breath away with his soft, plumped lips. your body was already swimming in his scent, getting stimulated by the sensation of his eager touch.

“you’ve made me wait for so fucking long,” he tsked, shaking his head as he pulled away from you. he seemed annoyed, skin flushed, and raven locks disheveled. so beautiful. the dress shirt he was sporting was unbuttoned down to his navel, where a dark patch of his happy trail trailed down the prominent bulge underneath his pants.

you swallowed thickly, eyes widening at how he was already so fucking hard. he didn’t touch himself?

“i couldn’t even get off,” he admitted to you, his lips pressing hot, wet kisses against yours once again. you melted into his touch, letting his arm sneak around your waist, pressing your body flushed against his as he wedged his knee in between your plushy thighs. the fabric of his trousers grazed your already sensitive and pulsing cunt.

your heart hammered against your chest, the anticipation sending chills down your spine. he was manhandling you, moving your body to his liking. it was as if he couldn't get enough of you. “i’m so fucked, baby. i need you now, please.”

he inhaled your scent, his hands softly caressing whatever skin he could get a hold of. he was being so grabby, his eyes darkening as you bit down on his bottom lip, sucking on it while releasing such a whiny whimper. your head was already swimming with sinful, lewd thoughts of his cock being shoved inside of you without remorse. it's been weeks for fucks sake. weeks of not being touched, loved, and worshipped the way suguru does.

“i’m so hard baby.” he whined out in frustration, almost as if he were annoyed by the predicament he was in. you wondered how long he’s been like this, in such a heady distress where he's practically losing his own sanity.

“i’ll take care of it,” you sounded breathless already, eager to please him.

you were quick to kneel down on to his floor, not having to worry about unbuttoning his pants since they were already sliding down. you eagerly pulled down his underwear, not waiting to take them off for him since your hands were already grabbing a hold of his cock. suguru cried out softly in relief, your touch making him more sensitive than he already was.

you placed a kiss on his tip and watched how his grip on the island bar tightened slightly, his eyes meeting yours. you hollowed out your cheeks, slurping and licking the precum before detaching your mouth from his pretty cock once again, smiling innocently up at him as he groaned in frustration. you leaned forward, kitten licking his shaft now, watching as he heavily breathed through his nose.

your name left his lips in a begging plea.

you wrapped your lips around his tip, gently sucking to your content, not fully giving in yet until his fingers slid into your hair. getou loved being teased, but there was an urgency in his voice now, as if he was about to combust right there and then.

his fingers were gripping your hair now, angling you so you could read his glossy eyes, stop fucking with me.

fine.

“fuuuck,” he heaved out in such euphoric pleasure. he wasn’t even holding back on his throaty moans. his head was tilted back, eyes screwed shut as you swallowed the tip first, hollowing your cheeks to slowly begin to fully take more of him into your mouth. he felt hot and heavy against your tongue and you moaned at the sensation of him.

you missed his taste dare you say it. you missed sucking his pretty dick and hearing his soft gasps echo throughout his apartment. you missed him praising you, blabbering out, "good baby, so, s-so fuck, ngh-"

he was losing it, his veins were protruding on his neck from how he was trying to hold back. "i missed your fucking mouth so much, pretty."

you breathed through your nose, focusing primarily on sucking this man’s cock. you’d show him how much you missed him, how good you've always been for him.

“you feel so good,” he moaned out, his chest slightly heaving. he didn't know whether to ravage his own locks with his own hands, or in fact, he wasn't thinking at all at this point. having you kneeling down before him with his leaking cock shoved in your mouth had him already slightly delirious.

“i’m gonna f’cum,” he slurred out, his hips rapidly bucking his cock down your throat. the warmth emitting from your breath and the feeling of your tongue coating your saliva with his cum was driving him mad, edging him sooner to his release. there were tears running down your face, your smushed eyeliner ruined, but you were moaning alongside with him. your nails were digging into his thick thighs for support as you choked, but you took it, swallowing his cum so messily.

“swallow it.” he spat out, and you sucked him dry, slurping until his stomach began to convulse from how sensitive he was becoming. his thighs trembled, hands wiping away your tears for you. "Oh fuck, fuck, baby."

you released him from your mouth rather proudly, a string of saliva drooling from your mouth down his shaft.

“my good girl,” he purred out, “come sit.”

you rasped your nails against his sensitive and quivering thighs, loving the way he shivered as a response. you sat on him and the first thing he felt was how wet you were. your underwear was soaked, sticking to your swollen lips.

“been too long since i’ve undressed you, mm?” he whispered in your ear, nudging the shell of it with his nose. you nodded obediently, becoming mush as his fingers graced your skin. it ignited the fire roaring inside of you, reminding you of just how much he owned you and your body all over again.

he was already undressing you, his fingers nimbly undoing the satin straps from your dress, letting it fall on to the floor, along with your underwear. finally getting rid of them, he pressed you flushed against his chest. your arms were already winding around his neck, smiling shyly. he kissed you innocently, nudging your nose with his, saying, “i love you.”

“i love you,” you murmured it back against his lips. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyousomuch.

kissing him was always so easy, his lips were always seeking out for yours and only yours. only you he kissed this way, deprived, animalistic, and with such a feverish urgency. only you got to see this man go crazy with desire and call him yours. his hands were squeezing your hips, panting as spit drooled out between the both of you.

“wanna sit on my face?” he cleaned up your lips, leaving his still messy as if he had just asked you what you wanted to eat.

“i want your fingers,” you shyly began, your fingers grabbing a hold of your favorite hand of his. “i haven’t had them inside of me in so long,” you whimpered out as he ran an elongated finger down where your slit was covered.

he began rubbing circles down on your clit, watching how you quickly spread your legs wide open for him. you closed your eyes, sighing in relief as you felt his warm touch.

“please touch me more,” you pleaded, breathing deeply. after all, it wasn’t just him who needed it. you missed him more than you had anticipated. these few rendezvous meetings weren’t enough.

he slid inside his finger, slowly easing it in at first. your eyes screwed shut, trembling hands grabbing a hold of his broad shoulders. you placed your lips on the crook of his neck, sucking his skin on to your mouth. he was already sliding another finger in, curling them both to hit that spot that had you squirming in ecstasy.

"sugu," you cried out his name, "sugu."

“mhm,” he shivered, feeling you bite down on his shoulder to suppress a soft mewl. he knew he needed to reprimand you for leaving marks where anybody could see them. however he had no voice to oppose you, he was indeed relishing in the fact that you were insatiable when it came to him only. after all, his reprimands would fall deaf to your ears and only flare up the defiance in you.

you were always so composed in his eyes. nothing ever deterred you away from what you wanted, very determined and independent in every way. it fascinated him seeing you so obedient, so dependent on him for anything, and so so reactive to the way he touched you. you became this needy, whiny air headed baby just for him. nothing but him on your mind. and fuck did he love it.

what a dumb fucking bitch he turned you into.

he was kissing you deeply, tongue pushing past your lips, tasting and taking away your breath by each second. he was pressing you against him, arms enwrapped around your waist as you detained his fingers, instead deciding to slowly grind over his hardening cock, coating it with your slick.

“oh my god,” you choked out a moan, feeling feverish at the sensation it was giving you. you spread out your thighs, angling the tip of his cock to slide inside of you just slightly, and god were you a mess.

“suguru,” you breathed into his mouth, eyes gazing right back at those lustful eyes of his. his hands were roaming your curves, fingers rasping lightly on your skin as he allowed himself to be used as your personal toy. with each cry of desire from your lips, he could feel you dripping against his cock and thick thighs.

his hands firmly landed on your hips, slowing down your pace, instead setting a rather slow rhythm to drive you crazy with desire. he wanted to torture you, show you how it felt to not be able to get any relief.

“sugu,” you softly cried out, “please, baby.”

suguru simply hummed in return, still kissing you until you were practically panting. the more intensely he kissed you, the more you picked up speed, grinding down against his twitching cock. you were salivating at the thought of it finally inside of you. his cock would teasingly slide inside of you, earning a soft pitched moan from your swollen, bruised lips.

the saliva between the two of you messily mixed together as heavy lidded eyes gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment. you were trembling in his hold, becoming sensitive to his touch. he wrapped a muscular arm around your waist, easily lifting you up to prep his leaking cock with your juices. he ran his fingers down your sensitive pussy, gathering your juices from your slit and using it to lather his cock.

he slowly guided you down his leaking cock, not holding back on his soft groans. "You feel amazing, baby," he breathed out, "take more of me --"

you slowly eased him in, squeezing your eyes shut from the feeling of being so full. you could feel him everywhere with just one twitch from his cock.

“oh f-fuck,” you were insatiable, shaking with such need for this man.

“yeah, just like that."

you swiveled your hips, his cock nestled perfectly inside of you. already you were so gone as you rose up and slammed yourself down, feeling him hit that spongy spot that made you mewl and cry out in feral bliss. suguru couldn't contain himself anymore, a shaky rumble of a groan emitted from his bruised and swollen lips. you felt fuzzy and warm all at once. your view became blurry as you felt his thick cock drag against your walls. it had you hiccuping slightly, mouth ajar as he bucked his hips into you harsher this time.

“i’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe momentarily. he was slamming himself inside of you. “gonna spread you out and you’re going to take it, understood?”

“yes, yes,” you chanted out, too immersed in the sensation of his cock plunging inside of you over and over again. he was hitting every spot, earning loud and fucked out moans from your messy lips in return. his arms were wrapped underneath your arms, slamming you straight down on to his thick cock until your cunt was practically squelching.

“sugu, sugu, fuck,” you cried out, biting down on his broad shoulder. a sopping mess you became for him. only he could fuck you to the point of unraveling you to his will and beckon. strands of your hair stuck to your forehead from the perspiration coating his body and yours.

he shoved you back on the couch without a care, watching as you spread your legs for him immediately. “i wanna fuck you while i look at your pretty face. wanna see how good i can make my pretty baby feel.”

pressing kisses on your tummy as he nestled himself between your legs. he gripped his member, easing his way inside of you as you threw your head back in overwhelming pleasure. your pussy welcomed him with excitement, purring as he fucked you messily.

“yes, yes, ngh,” you cried out, your arms going under his, adorning his back with marks with each thrust he took. the way he slid in and out of your clenching pussy was simply sinful.

“missed this pussy so much,” he drawled out thickly, feeling as you clenched tighter around him in response. “couldn’t even get off with my hand, that’s how much i missed you.”

you trembled beneath him. his touch was magnetic, warm, and immensely full of love and desire for you. your thighs began to quiver as he slid inside you, filling you up to the brim every time. you were becoming so sensitive, every touch of his was sending you into a spiraling mess. your fingers were tangled up in his hair, moans and his grunts mixed together. he was sputtering nonsense into your ear, loss in how your pussy was hugging his cock so tightly.

“mine, mine to play with, mine to do whatever the fuck i want, mine to love. only me.”

he was sucking on your neck, knowing you loved to be kissed and marked until your legs turned jelly. probably what he loved the most. he knew you loved to be fucked in missionary, something about fucking you face to face sent him down the rabbit hole every single fucking time.

"I'm so close," you choked out, tears brimming your eyes. the sensations of having him kiss your pulse, licking and dribbling his saliva all over your chest, and watching how his pretty dick disappeared inside of you was all too much for your fucked out brain.

he was becoming restless, his hips beginning to messily and quickly loose rhythm. you felt it in your belly, your eyes screwing shut as your body began to spams in his hold. he was there though, his hands setting your body ablaze, his lips decorating your skin with his as he held you closer throughout your orgasm.

he came soon right after, your calls for him rendering him to his knees. the way you softly moaned out his name, all while caressing him, and losing yourself within him at once overwhelmed him. you felt his cum dribble down between your thighs, but suguru was there to clean it all up with his tongue, savoring it as he delved his tongue inside your pulsing hole. he slurped until you were trembling in his hold, crying out, "i'm close, im fucking cumming-"

he rose up with your slick all over his mouth, dripping down his chin in such satisfaction, his hand pumping his already leaking cock.

“i came watching you,” he groaned out, smearing it across your sensitive folds, watching how your pussy easily sucked him right in.

“too much,” you could barely utter out, your legs still trembling.

“i’m sorry baby,” he breathed you in, loving how it clenched around him. “I just missed you so much.”

tears were already gathering at your waterline and oh how pure and angelic did you look so disheveled. your hair seemed a halo, your cheeks were flushed, and your skin was covered in his spit, marks, and love. he slid out of you, his hands gently grabbing a hold of your upper body to slide you on top of him.

“i missed you so much,” he hummed out, wrapping you up in his arms. he gently removed hair strands from your pretty fucked out face, even handed you a glass of water that he had left on the night stand right beside him.

he held the cup as water poured into your mouth, graciously accepting it and swallowing it, watching him adoringly in return. once you were done, he drank the remainder, setting it back before wrapping you up flush against him again.

“i’m so happy you’re back,” your earnestly admitted to him. “i was going crazy for a bit.”

he chuckled, “i’m glad to hear i wasn’t the only one losing my goddamn mind. there were times where i wanted to pack up everything and just leave, but i knew you would yell at me.”

you couldn’t help but laugh because he wasn’t exactly wrong.

“this was a grand opportunity,” you began once again, referring to a prior conversation you both had that deterred the finality of that book tour.

“yeah, yeah, i know baby,” he stopped you midway, grabbing a hold your hand and peppering it with kisses to distract you. it definitely worked.

“you know, when i was over there i realized just how much i missed your presence. i would wake up disoriented, seeking for you and realizing where i was in that moment again. our time zones were so fucked too so that was annoying, but seeing you again? i felt whole at once again. my nerves were simmered to a halt, and all i saw was you. the moment you walked into my apartment, i had finally come home. i’ve never felt anything like it in my life.”

“getou,” you softly began, almost in tears. “my love, you make me feel like i’m human. you make me so alive, and every time i am not with you it’s an ache to my heart. i missed you so much i dreamt of you each night and woke up so disheartened to see you weren’t there right beside me.”

“stay.” he abruptly said.

you were curiously gazing into him, waiting for him to spit out what was running through his mind already.

“i’m right here,” you kissed the hand that was holding yours, intertwining them.

“no, i mean i need you with me every day,” he was confessing out of whim, taking you so completely off guard. your heart was beating tremendously at his confession. your hazy eyes were meeting his glazed ones. your hands had begun to slightly tremble but his hold on you was so gentle.

he neared your lips, whispering, “i need to wake up each morning and see you right there beside me from now on.”

“that sounds like commitment, baby. you sure you’re ready for that?” you teased him, nearing him now. he welcomed you into his embrace, not refraining himself from placing kisses on your neck.

“how’s this for commitment?” he held up a spare house key. “come in and out whenever you please, stay if you may and i might just not let you go back at all.”

your eyes widened in slight disbelief. was he really asking you to move in with him? his gaze was serious, determined even as you stupidly asked him, “are you sure?”

“i’m asking you that.”

“suguru i’ll never leave.” you grabbed a hold of the key, wrapping your arms around his neck, taking him down as you peppered him with kisses.

he was laughing, taking you in his embrace as he said with warmth. “then welcome home baby.”

—

the next morning you both passed each other down the hallways, nobara beaming with proud joy as he acknowledged her. his eyes never met yours because he knew the moment your doe eyes landed on his, he'd have to fuck you in his office. instead he nodded your way, his fingers twitching from the urge to touch you. he remained composed as you smiled at him in return, refraining his lips from calling out your name. he kept walking, hearing the echoes of your voice and his student fade away.

home, it was a chant in his head keeping him sane. he’ll have you from night, throughout dawn, and finally until sunrise from now on.

he’ll see you at home.

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