#that quiver is so heartfelt

[ryllen]

ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)ᕗ

#twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #rook hunt #twst yuu #twst mc #fanart #i hope the people who have me on friend list and putting masquerade malleus up as main would never put him down #so i can keep listening to sebek's voice quivering when doing duo with malleus when the chances let me #his voice actor did so great #that quiver is so heartfelt #random thought on the spine tail today #it aesthetically pleasing #but surely it's a pain for combat #maybe only highly skilled students wear those spine tail #seriously it would be painful to fall on that wouldn't it

[slttygeto]

CURSING MY NAME, WISHING I STAYED.

જ⁀➴ synopsis: you never got the chance to say goodbye to each other in 2007, you never thought you needed to. ten years later, you are still unable to find the right words as you stand in front of his lifeless body. if suguru geto was truly dead, who was the man standing in front you almost a year later?

જ⁀➴ content warning: angst, hurt/no comfort, manga spoilers, slapping and choking.

જ⁀➴ word count: 1,4k

જ⁀➴ note: this was requested about a year ago and I only got the chance to work on it today. enjoy :)!

You never associate Suguru with spring, despite it being such a lovely season, you remember it being the one season where he decided he needed to pull away. It was subtle, but you could feel it. He ate less, spoke less, he didn’t want to hang out as usual. You didn’t go on missions anymore, but you tried to be present. Even when summer came around and all hell broke loose.

You associate Suguru with autumn. Satoru doesn’t say a single word when you say it loud, when you tell him that that the orange leaves falling down and painting the road remind you of your past lover, how your love for him felt that way when he left—fragile, easily crushed. But Satoru would beg to differ. He could see it in your eyes, how they refuse to meet his when Yaga brings up the man’s name. It hurts to lose a best friend, but it hurts even more when you have a best friend and a lover in the same person.

Ten years later on Christmas Eve, Satoru has to put his best friend to rest. He doesn’t need to call you or tell you where he is, you just know. You show up as Suguru is taking his last breath and you stand there, unmoving. Your love for Suguru didn’t feel like autumn anymore. The tears running down your face were warm, and your chin was quivering as you let out a pathetic sob.

“I’m sorry.” What was Suguru apologizing for? For killing people or for betraying the people he loved the most? You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, didn’t even bother to wipe the tears blurring your vision. You just stared at him, how a smile was dancing on his lips as he saw the two people he loved the most standing in front of him.

“Perhaps in another life,” Suguru’s voice is quiet, and you seem to take notice of how pale he looks. “I am who you’ve always wanted me to be.”

You wanted him to be many things, but it seemed unfair for him. If Suguru was truly unhappy while in Jujutsu high, then maybe you were never meant to be together. If he couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world, then perhaps destiny played its cards wrong. If you were never able to keep Suguru around, then Suguru was never yours to keep in the first place.

You watch as the life slowly fades out of his body, and Satoru turns away from the corpse of his best as you kneel down in front of it and hold his lifeless body in your arms, the heart wrenching sobs that you let out force the strongest sorcerer to stand behind you and place a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s time to go.”

--

 “You’re late, (name).” You never associated Suguru with autumn after his death. In fact, no season could do your past lover justice. Yet the person standing in front of you reminded you of winter—cold, mean and lifeless.

Why was Suguru standing in front of you?

You and Satoru are unmoving as the familiar body of your best friend and lover approaches the two of you. You don’t speak, your lips are frozen as you stare in shock at the same person whom you’ve been mourning his death for the past twelve months.

Geto Suguru passed away on December 24th. You’ve been mourning his absence for almost a year—so who was this person standing in front of you?

“I don’t remember you being this quiet, my love.” The pet name sent shivers down your spine, and you watched as the hand of your past lover reached towards your face to hold it. You craved this, to be held by him again after so long, to feel the warmth of the one person who promised you a lifetime of happiness—only to break that promise so soon. You pull away harshly when the tip of his fingers touches your cheek, and Geto Suguru seems to find your hesitance extremely funny.

“Who are you?” You step back towards Gojo, and you don’t need to look his way to know that he was just as taken aback as you were. Wide blue eyes staring in shock at his best friend—his one and only. It was sad that Geto Suguru (while he was still alive) was your enemy for longer than he was a loved one or a best friend.

“Geto Suguru of course.” Liar.

“My six eyes…” Satoru starts, and your heart breaks at how panicked he sounds. “My six eyes are telling me that you are Geto Suguru.”

But he wasn’t Suguru. This wasn’t the man you fell for, nor the man you fought last year. You refused to believe that he somehow came back to life. Not when you kneeled in front of his corpse and held him in your arms.

“But my soul knows otherwise! So hurry up and tell us, who the hell are you?!”

It’s a gut wrenching feeling as you watch the man in front of you open up Geto’s head and toy with it as he wished. He lets out an ugly laugh, one that doesn’t match Suguru’s beauty.

“It’s a cursed technique that allows me to hop between bodies by switching brains. Of course, it lets me use the innate techniques within the body, I coveted his cursed manipulation and these exact circumstances.” His eyes then land on you and a sinister smile is dancing on his lips.

“You,” he starts, taking one step forward towards you. “As pathetic as you seem in this man’s memories, begged Gojo Satoru and Shoko Ieiri to not get rid of Geto Suguru’s body, am I right?”

As pathetic as you seem in this man’s memories.

You didn’t know what to react to first. His words felt like a thousand burning knives, each one stabbing you from a different side. You fight back the urge to jump on him, you know you’re at disadvantage because Satoru was bound to this prison realm.

“I did.” Your response is short and quick, and the man in front of you chuckles at how dry you sound.

“He loves you a lot, you know?” Kenjaku pauses for a second, and the time he takes before continuing makes you feel as though he was mocking you. “Always wished he could trade places with the strongest sorcerer. You two were close, it always nagged him.”

This wasn’t true. This could never be true because Satoru and Suguru were closer than ever. You don’t remember a single instance where you felt as though Suguru was jealous of his best friend. This man was trying to shatter you in hopes of trapping you the same way he trapped Gojo Satoru.

“How are you gonna let yourself get used like this, huh?” Satoru sounds enraged. “Tell me, Suguru!”  

You are just as shocked as Kenjaku when his neck twists, a sign of resistance when hearing Satoru’s loud yell. It was almost as if he heard him and wanted to wake up, to free himself of the man who was using his body to toy with the feelings of his loved ones. He then laughs, and again it sounds evil as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Ha! No way! This is a first for me,” his eyes then fall on your frozen figure and by the look on his face, he was up to no good.

His hand makes its way towards you and wraps around your neck, you get that his intention was to choke you. But when his hand refuses to squeeze around your neck, the look on his face turns into an annoyed one. Kenjaku couldn’t hurt you, Suguru didn’t let him.

Unfortunately, he still had more control than the original soul occupying the body and his hand manages to grab your neck and push you up against the wall, knocking the wind out of your chest.

“You’re getting in the way.” No matter how hard Gojo tried to shift the attention back on him, Kenjaku seemed to want to get rid of you and as fast as possible. You find yourself thrown next to Satoru, tied up in similar bounds.

“Goodnight, my love.” His hand caresses your cheek, and you’re forced to feel his cold touch against your skin. You hear a smack and your cheek stings, teary eyes forced to stare into his cold ones when he roughly grabs your jaw.

“Let us meet in the new world.”

2023 ; all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

#moon's works #jujutsu geto #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto x you #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk geto #jjk x reader #jjk angst #jjk season 2 #jjk spoilers

[matchascara]

TWO FACED | SCARAMOUCHE

- IN WHICH: kunikuzushi is the perfect boy, maybe a bit too perfect. but things seemed to have changed after he took a hit to the head...

contents: NSFW!! slight degradation

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

if it was anything you hated, it was stability. you hated when things became calm, and peaceful, when things would go too smoothly. you need the constant thrill of something new and exciting, something unknown.

and your relationship with kunikuzushi was anything but. you didn't like how you thought this way though because he really is a sweet guy. if anything, he was perfect.

but that's what you didn't like about him. he was too perfect. there were never any real bumps in your relationship. all problems would be solved with a heartfelt apology from him even if it wasn't his fault, you'd never catch him flirting with other girls, he never got jealous, mad, and he refused to rough handle you in bed, no matter how much you wanted him too.

so with a lot of thinking, you built up courage to finally admit to yourself.

this relationship isn't going anywhere.

that's why you were going to break up with him today. on your six month anniversary.

you didn't want to become the villain in your love story, but you refused to hurt him further.

he took you out to fine dining, and couldn't stop staring at you from across the table as you fiddled with your dress that hugged your body in all the right places. his face becoming red when you finally looked up to meet his eyes, prepared to break the news.

"so, kuni..." you trailed off, wondering if this was the right thing to do. lost in thought, you noticed a couple that occupied the table behind the two of you arguing. you bit your bottom lip in fear that you guys would end up like that after this conversation.

kuni placed the menu down on the table, giving you his full attention. "yes my love?"

but you didn't stare into your mirror all night practicing this for nothing, so you had no choice but to just say it. "there's no right way of saying this, but i think we should b-"

however, your sentence was quickly cut off when a plate came flying from behind kuni and being too late to warn him, he was now knocked out cold.

***

it was now 11:00 at night on your six month anniversary and you're spending it watching your boyfriend nap in your bed. after that very embarrassing incident at the restaurant you decided to just go home, of course, bringing an unconscious kuni back with you was definitely a hassle as he's way heavier than he looks.

"people need to start having public decency." you mumbled to yourself as you loosened your hair from its original updo.

you stared at kuni through your mirror as he slept. you hated how along with his perfect personality, he also had a perfect face. it made this whole breaking up thing a lot harder.

you walked over to kuni and sat on the bed next to him, running your fingers along his face, trailing them against his jawline. the same way you would when he'd softly plant small kisses against your lips as soon as he woke up from naps.

you held your hair behind your ear as you leaned in closer to him.

just one kiss. you thought. remind me why i fell for you.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?"

his voice was rough, and his tone was fierce. the sudden change caused you to jump up. you watched as kuni's usual warm comforting gaze became cold and unwelcoming, his brows furrowing at the sight of you so close.

something wasn't right.

you turned away and stood up out of embarrassment. "o-oh! you're awake finally!" you said, voice quivering. "i'll go now--"

before you were able to walk off, he swiftly grabbed your arm, forcefully pulling you back onto the bed. this time with you underneath.

he hovered himself over you, using his darkened eyes to mentally undress you. you tried to bury your face in your hands to block his intense gaze but it was to no avail as he pinned both your hands above you, using his other hand to cup your chin, forcing you to do nothing but look at him.

"hm, you're actually quite attractive." he said, turning your face to examine each side. "--but tell me, do you usually go around kissing unconscious people?"

"...no, it was my first time."

chuckling at your response he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "so should i punish you?" his voice tickled your ear, causing shivers down your spine. it made one thing clear.

this wasn't kunikuzushi.

"who are you?"

he lifted himself up, fully sitting on top of you. the thin material of your dress making it impossible not to feel him harden above you. "who am i?" he said, repeating your question. "i'm not fond of small talk. how about i just show you who i am."

before you could respond his lips clashed against yours. the kiss instantly became intense as his tongue explored your mouth finally intertwining with yours as you kissed back. you felt his grip on your hands tighten everytime he'd teasingly bite your tongue, causing you to release a soft moan which only excited him further.

the kiss was hot, sensual-- lustful. it wasn't what you were used to, and that made you crave him even more. you wanted to explore this new feeling until you were satisfied and the friction of your tongues wasn't enough so you began to grind your hips against his, his hardened member tickling against your clothed clit.

"are you insane?" he moved his hands down to your waist, holding it in place. "don't move without permission, you're being punished."

"but i want it...now..." you said, trailing your finger up his shirt and along his chest.

"i understand now." he scuffed. "you're used to always getting what you want. you're spoiled. so fine then." he grabbed your arm and flipped you on top of him. as he sat against the bedframe you could feel the tip rub against you through your panties, begging for an entrance.

"you can ride me until i'm satisfied." his hands explored your thigh until they met your hips, squeezing them firmly. you winced out of pleasure at how tight he held you. "but if you start slacking, i'll hurt you."

you nodded and began to unzip his pants, however you were abruptly stopped when he flicked your fingers away. "looks like i didn't clarify. you're riding me through these clothes." he said, thumbing your clit through your panties. "spoiled bitches don't deserve my dick."

he was basically torturing you at this point. though, for some reason, you didn't mind. in fact, you enjoyed it. you wanted to see how far he would go.

"go on."

you slowly began to start rubbing yourself against his throbbing cock, the wetness of your panties making it easier to move yourself up and down. "fuck yes-- like that--keep going just like that." he hummed in between his erotic pants. his head swung back in pleasure as you held his shoulders to keep the pace.

the way he would grip a handful of your hair from the back of your head to pull your head backwards forcing you to let out all the sounds you tried to conceal drove you crazy. he knew what he wanted and he would get it, by force.

your vision started to become blurred as you were overcome with pleasure. the sound of your heart beating began to ring louder than the soft moans and deep breaths that harmonized between the two of you. occasionally he would bite his bottom lip or cover his mouth to hide just how erotic and high pitched his voice could become.

"please. please let me put it in-- i need it kuni..." you whined, leaning into his shoulder.

clicking his tongue out of annoyance, he shoved two fingers inside your mouth causing you to almost choke. "show me how much you need it by shutting the fuck up and riding my dick the way i told you to." he sternly said.

"--by the way." he pulled you only centimeters away from his face, scolding you with his piercing gaze.

"call me scaramouche."

#genshin fanfic #genshin smut #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche #wanderer x reader #wanderer #wanderer smut #kunikuzushi #genshin scaramouche #genshin x you #genshin impact

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Listen, I love Eddie gushing over his handsome boyfriend like all and any of us, but I have some thoughts. It's still planned for my set of fanfictions, Piece by Piece, but I'm drabbling my way towards happiness here.

Steve knows he is good-looking. He knows his hair is amazing, he knows he's toned, all that. People have been complimenting him for all his life, have been jealous, but most of all, it's all they have seen. The jerk with good looks. The jock with the hair. Then the babysitter, still with the hair. Steve isn't exactly proud of his looks, it's just what it is. He's a pretty boy and that's a fact. He doesn't argue against the compliments, he has learned long ago that any insecurity on his part is considered fake modesty. But he's terrified because he knows looks don't last, he knows he isn't as active as he used to be, he knows there will be wrinkles, grey hair, saggy skin and just like the enviable body he has now, he will not have any choice in it.

When he starts dating Eddie, he can tell Eddie likes the way he looks and that's fine, that's great even, but this isn't just a fling to him, it's his endgame. Steve likes making himself look pretty for his boyfriend, leans into his touch when Eddie strokes his hair, kisses his beauty marks, but there's this insistent, unrelenting voice in his head that keeps saying: "this is all you have to offer. This is all you are and all you'll ever be." He never shares this with anyone, but he dreads the day when Eddie finds out there is nothing else to Steve than his reckless disregard for his own health and his naturally but inevitably diminishing looks.

But Eddie is observant. When he gazes into Steve's eyes and whispers "you're so beautiful it hurts," Steve's lip quivers and he closes his eyes, as if he was memorizing the moment. It's subtle, but his muscles tense. Eddie knows in that second that there is something there, something he doesn't realize yet, but he's committed to unraveling the wire wrapping Steve's heart on his own. He doesn't push and prod, he experiments.

The next time, he doesn't go for the obvious, even if he wants to sing odes to Steve's shoulders, his back, his strong hands. Steve is cooking in the kitchen, fumbling around a bit, but the smell is delicious and he looks content. His hair is still ruffled from their night together and he's humming some pop song Eddie doesn't recognize. Eddie's heart swells with fondness and he wraps his arms around Steve's waist from behind, kissing the nape of his neck. "What a sight you are," he mumbles into his shoulder. "When you smile like that, when you sing along your horrible music...you're making me realize how lucky I am all over again." He knows he said something right when Steve turns the prettiest shade of pink and starts spluttering that he's the lucky one, really, and does Eddie really enjoy his heartfelt rendition of Take On Me when pop normally makes his ears bleed? Eddie says "it's not the pop I like, it's you. It makes you happy and I love seeing you happy," and Steve just melts into his arms.

From that point onwards, he makes sure to compliment Steve's choices, not just his looks, even though he never fails to whisper exactly what Steve's body does to him in the bed. He tells him that the new shirt makes him look even more radiant, he tells Steve he loves it when he lets loose once in a while and gets silly, he swoons over his voice, praises how well he handles the kids, his effort, his style. And Steve finally opens up about his insecurities, asking whether Eddie doesn't find him boring, with how straightforward he is, how one-dimensional. "I don't care for fireworks, Steve," he tells him and strokes that beautiful head. "They're pretty, exciting, but burn out soon and probably set your house on fire. Some relationships are like that, but not with you. Being with you...it makes me feel safe. I never have to guess what you mean, you just say it. Being with you is like sitting in front of a fireplace and having all the time in the world. I want that, nothing else."

Steve smiles at him and squeezes his hand. He chews on his lip and whispers: "All the time, huh? Even when I'm gray and ugly?"

Eddie gasps, offended. "The nerve of calling my boyfriend ugly, sir! Now I have to fight you for his honor! Ready your sword, scoundrel!" He tackles Steve to the bed, laughing like a madman. When he lands on top of him, he cradles his head gently and pecks him on the lips, just once, although he wants nothing more than to get lost in his embrace. "Seriously though, Stevie. You and ugly? Never to me, no matter what. But old? Hell yeah. If I get to see you all aged like fine wine or if you become the grumpiest asshole in this town, that's a victory in my book. Because it'll mean we survived all the crap life threw at us and you'll have kept me around. What's not to love about that?"

And it seems the wire constricting Steve's heart is loosening because there are tears in his eyes and he doesn't flinch when Eddie kisses them away. "I'll be looking forward to it then," he whispers into Eddie's hair.

From then on, Steve doesn't fear new wrinkles. He celebrates them with Eddie, counting each gray hair as a small step toward their victory, as Eddie called it. And it turns out that Steve is okay being complimented on his looks after all, because when Eddie kisses his laugh lines and mentions how much he enjoys them ("these are a proof you find me hilarious, Steve! Of course I love them!"), Steve finds himself seeing his body as a map of his life, the moments with Eddie, Robin, the kids, and as his wise boyfriend once said: "What's not to love about that?"

#stranger things #steve harrington #strangerthings #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #steddie drabble #steddie brainrot #hair metal #strangerthingsfanfiction #strangerthingsdrabble

[harunayuuka2060]

MC: Ah, what an exquisite day, sire. Delightfully parading about, while the good folks around can't help but muster their most quivering gazes of admiration.

Malleus: *trying not to pout*

Malleus: Might I inquire about the purpose of our visit to the marketplace?

MC: Of course, sir, as I've so graciously mentioned before. My humble duty entails imparting upon you the fine art of socialization. After all, your dashing visage is merely the tip of the iceberg, is it not?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: How do you intend to teach me?

MC: *has spotted a lady having troubles in choosing a mug* *approaches her*

MC: A pleasant day to you, my lady. I humbly beg your pardon for any intrusion. I couldn't help but observe that you appear to be facing a slight dilemma in your pursuit of the perfect mug.

The lady: Y-Yes. It's a gift for my husband. These mugs are beautiful, but I'm not sure what my husband will like.

MC: Might I politely ask if the two of you have recently embarked upon the journey of marriage?

The lady: *blushes* Y-Yes. We got married last week.

MC: Allow me to extend my heartfelt congratulations, my lady.

The lady: *giggles* Thank you.

Malleus: *who's watching them* *frowning a little*

MC: Have you garnered any valuable insights?

Malleus: My observation suggests that you possess a rather charming and flirtatious demeanor.

MC: Of course, sire. Your education shall revolve around the art of exuding effortless charm. Although the concept of "flirtation" might present a formidable challenge, I encourage your valiant attempts, particularly when directed toward a future object of admiration.

Malleus: ...

Lilia: Malleus?

Malleus: *devouring ice cream out of frustration*

Sebek: I NEED TO HAVE A TALK WITH THAT BUTLER!

Silver: Sebek, I don't think you should.

Lilia: Listen to him, Sebek. MC won't hesitate to put you in place.

Sebek: Krk... But Malleus-sama has already devoured five tubs of ice cream! I'm afraid that he'll upset his stomach!

Malleus: I'm fine, Sebek. And I am not mad.

Lilia: How are we going to believe you when your cheeks are puffing like that?

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst malleus #twst lilia #twst silver #twst sebek #twst butler!mc

[songsofadelaide]

Promise ring

tw/cw: set in 2018, female reader, established relationship, fluff, slice of life, single dad geto with his teenage daughters, a proposal— you know that feeling when you want someone to stick around with you for life but you don't know how to say it? Geto was going through that lol wc: 778

Suguru was quick to toss the little box in the drawer of your bedside table when you walked in on him in your shared bedroom all of a sudden.

"Something up?" You asked him, curiously peering at his already empty hands. "Dinner will be ready in a bit."

"Cool, cool," he replied with a smile, trying not to show any hint of nervousness on his face. "I'll be there in a few, then."

That was close, he thought to himself with a small sigh. It was already enough that this wasn't the most romantic proposal. A home proposal was the farthest thing he had in mind when he finally decided that he wanted you in his life for good, even though you'd stay with him without asking for anything in return. 

He envisioned a grander proposal with some wine and flowers, perhaps… But in between his work and taking care of Nanako and Mimiko, he hardly had enough time to think about anything else, let alone plan anything. 

Suguru could ask his friends for help, but they'd surely end up botching the whole thing even before it started. That's how loose-lipped those menaces were, but they'd be elated by the occasion for sure.

When he opened the drawer to retrieve the ring he bought, he was surprised to find another ring box in there. 

Oh. Wait, it can't be— But of course, it was panic and thoughts of the worst-case scenario that flooded his mind first, and even though it was against his good judgement, he brought out the older box first.

It was lighter as opposed to the weight of the engagement ring he chose, but what surprised him even more was the content of the box—

The remnants of a ring pop he bought for you— and it was like, what? Four years ago? You didn't even ask for one, but the girls wanted you to match with them…

It hits him all at once all of a sudden— to think that you had put up with his crazy life and antics and his two adopted daughters who already love you just as much— you clearly deserved better than this.

But nothing was more important than letting you know the soonest he could that he wanted to marry you. That he wanted you to be his wife, to be the mother of his children, to stay in his life for good—

"Suguru! Nana-chan and Mimi-chan have been waiting— H-Hey! Why d—" You poked your head in the door and nearly fell over when you saw what was in his hands. "Th-That's—!"

"From the first time we ever talked about marriage. I remember," he chuckled before eventually handing over the plastic ring to you. "Don't you think it's about time I made good on that promise?"

You must have gone through every emotion you could imagine when Suguru wordlessly pulled out the other ring box from your drawer and tenderly slid the silver band on your left ring finger. 

And it fits perfectly. The twins did well on getting your ring size without you noticing at all!

"My life is… crazy as it is, and you're pretty much the only normal thing in it, but that's not bad, too, because that means I still have a little corner of normalcy where I can rest… Where I'm safe."

"Oh… Suguru, I…" You started, only for your lips to quiver into a small but sure smile. "I'd love to be part of your life for good, too." 

A sigh of relief left his lips as he finally moved to cup your face and wipe away the hot tears filling the corners of your eyes. "I'm so glad…"

"Yay! Finally!"

The silence of the moment was cut short when Nanako burst into the room together, eyes sparkling as she cheered at her father's simple yet heartfelt proposal. 

"Ah! The old man really got the princess cut!" She squealed in excitement as you showed her the ring with a teary smile. "So stylish!"

"I wouldn't have minded another ring pop, you know," you said with a laugh. 

"As if we'd let his cheapskate ass do that!" The blonde girl stomped at the mere thought of their adoptive father proposing with another piece of candy. "Mimiko!"

And as if on cue, Mimiko entered the room with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in her arms. "Congratulations, papa and mama."

You couldn't say that you would have stayed even without any of their surprises, not with how happy they looked at that very moment. And how wonderful was it that you got to keep this happiness in your life for good as well?

#songsofadelaidewrites💛 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x y/n #geto suguru x you #geto fluff #geto smut #proposal fics always get me #i am dreaming of one myself

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Hiii ive been seeing ur account all over my fyp and i really do love ur posts and i was wondering if i could request one too!? And ive been thinking of timeskip Taiju having the cutest little daughter who looks forward to him and yk he is just trying to heal the burden inside of him that he had caused by his past actions:/ (ik many people hate him but deep inside i feel sorry for him too because he was a kid too when their mother had passed away and stuff idk but yea) whatever thank youu stay safe💗

Taiju honestly is an interesting character fr, like I'm glad he was able to reform himself but like bro, ughhhh I hate what he did to Yuzuha. but it's okay, he changed ✨(I actually secretly changed him 🤫)

Timeskip Taiju x reader

He couldn't believe it sometimes to the point where he was constantly questioning his life. But the sight of his daughter always calmed his heart, Taiju couldn't believe it after all those years of suffering and torment all by himself on his own, he had a family. You, the love of his life was by his side, his beautiful daughter, that had the same eyes as you.

Taiju's worst fear, what made his muscles tighten, what made him dread, was you, or his daughter ever looking at him with fear. the thought terrorizes him. The thought of his past self slowly rising to the top, it hurt his heart. The only thing that lightened his load,

"DADDY, I MISSED YOU!" His angel called out, Taiju was zoned out, overwhelmed with his emotions, as he waited for you and your daughter to arrive at one of his restaurants. The air was filled with anticipation as he reflected on the six wonderful years you both had shared with your daughter. The significance of the occasion, your 6-year anniversary, added an extra layer of emotional intensity to the moment. Taiju couldn't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and love.

It was like an instant relief from the load on his chest, he looked up at your gorgeous figure moving closer and closer to him, your beautiful silk dress gracefully drapes over your stunning, accentuating the curves with an ethereal elegance. The way it embraced your body showcases a perfect harmony between the luxurious material and the captivating form, resulting in a sight of breathtaking beauty. Running towards him, Aoi, his only daughter who he loved her unconditionally. He was the unwavering presence that shapes her world with warmth, care, and a deep sense of security.

leaving his chair to embrace her in a heartfelt hug, their connection evident in the warmth and tenderness of the moment. As he enfolds her in his arms, there's a sense of protection and reassurance that radiates from him. His daughter, nestled against him, finds comfort and security in the familiar embrace. The sight made your heart melt, if you were to die tonight, you'd be happy knowing Taiju wouldn't be alone.

Greeting you with a deep kiss, savoring the taste of each other's lips. By the way you felt Taiju's body quiver ever so slightly against yours made you wrap your arms around him as a way to reassure him,

"I love you, Taiju okay? I'm here for you, no matter what. You are not alone. And I am grateful for every moment we share."

For Taiju, the world pauses, caught in the breathless interlude of their shared moment. Time seems to stand still as their gaze meets, and everything around them fades into a blur.

"Mommyyy, stop stealing daddy away!!" Aoi, whined while pouting. She crossed both her arms and looked down. You put a hand on your mouth to hold in your laughter while Taiju crouched down to her level again and this time picked her up and responded playful and affectionate tone,

"Don't worry sweetheart, Mommy isn't stealing me away; I'll always have time for you, my little princess."

It was your turn to pout and glance sidelong,

Not fair

you thought.

#taiju x reader #taiju shiba #shiba taiju #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokrev #taiju shiba x reader #taiju smut #taiju fluff #taiju x y/n #taiju x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo rev #x you #x y/n

[doumadono]

hii for sinful sunday, can i request this but with shoto? ^^

Warnings: aged-up Shoto, deflowering, blood, oral sex

SINFUL SUNDAY

Shoto guided you to the bed, where you reclined on your back. With a sensual confidence, Todoroki positioned himself between your legs, gently parting your knees to create a space of vulnerability and anticipation.

As you lay there, you could sense your femininity unveiling itself under his watchful gaze. Desire and trepidation mingled within you, manifesting as both arousal and nervousness.

Shoto's intense focus was unwavering as he gazed at the intricate beauty before him. His words, spoken with a sincerity that made your heart race, caressed your ears, "God, Y/N, you are exceptionally beautiful."

The physical manifestation of his desire was evident as you noticed his penis arching upward, a testament to the genuine admiration he held for your intimate form.

Leaning in, Shoto tenderly kissed your pussy. With the gentle guidance of his skilled fingers, he delicately unveiled the delicate folds of your vaginal lips, allowing the tip of his tongue to make contact with your engorged clitoris. The electrifying sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Ohhh, that feels nice," you exclaimed in a soft moan.

"I love the way you taste, baby," he responded.

Shoto, in that sensual moment, took your sensitive bud into his warm mouth, where he lavished it with the delicate attention it craved. His skilled tongue danced over your slick folds, creating an electrifying blend of sensations that radiated pleasure throughout your core and pelvis.

The sheer intensity of his ministrations left you quivering with ecstasy, your body shuddering as he brought you closer to the brink of desire. "Fuck, Shoto."

Without ever disengaging from his fervent task, he elegantly maneuvered his hand, positioning his fingers at the entrance to your aching cunt. His deft touch and the slick evidence of your arousal facilitated his entry, gently stretching you to accommodate his digits.

Before long, Shoto's skillful fingers delved deep within you, expertly finding your newly discovered treasure - the coveted G-spot. The pleasure that surged through your being was nearly overwhelming, an exquisite storm of sensations that set your every nerve ablaze.

As waves of pleasure coursed through you, you clung to the bed covers, your body writhing in ecstasy. Your vocalizations filled the room, an unbridled symphony of moans, bearing testament to the intoxicating combination of Todoroki's expert attention to your sensitive pearl and the masterful exploration of your inner sanctum. "Shoto, Shoto, I'll cum!"

Before long, Shoto moved up your body, positioning himself between your legs, his hardened cock standing tall against his abdomen.

You offered a gentle plea, your voice quivering with a mixture of anticipation and a touch of apprehension. "Take it slow, please. Your size is quite different from your fingers. Let me adjust to you. I want you to look into my eyes as you take my virginity."

The sensation was unmistakable as the head of his cock ventured into the snug confines of your pussy. The overwhelming intensity of the moment elicited a heartfelt exclamation from you. "Oh, my goodness…"

Shoto's intense longing was palpable, a growing impatience and excitement that surged with every passing moment. Then, in a sudden burst of urgency, he firmly gripped your hips and plunged into you, entering deeply, to the hilt of his dick, looking directly into your eyes.

The unexpected intrusion sent a rush of both pleasure and a fleeting jolt of pain coursing through your core, causing an unbridled cry to escape your lips. "Dear God!" you creid out, your voice a fusion of ecstasy and astonishment. "You're so deep. Please, just hold still for a moment!" You needed that brief pause to adjust to the sudden, intense connection.

Shoto wore a contented smile, aware that he was buried deeply within you. "God, you're so tight, baby…"

The initial sting of discomfort swiftly faded, replaced by the pulsing sensation of Shoto's dick inside you.

He began to move with an unrestrained fervor. He lost his initial tenderness to the overwhelming pleasure and desire that clouded his mind. With your legs wrapped around his torso, Shoto withdrew and thrust into your cunt with an intensity that seemed to imprint your very being into the mattress; your juices mixed with some blooded were oozing out of your cunt whenever Shoto was withdrawing his dick only to slam into you once again.

Each forceful motion sent you cascading over the edge repeatedly, igniting continuous waves of pleasure. Your body responded in a symphony of pleasure, over and over, as Shoto surged towards his own climax.

After just a brief, intense minute of Shoto's relentless thrusting, he stiffened and pushed his cock deep within you, and then he began to tremble. His face bore a mix of profound agony and ecstasy. "I'm cumming, holy shit!" Shoto grunted with exertion as he pushed deeper into your core, and you could distinctly sense the pulsations of his manhood inside your cunt.

You were acutely aware of the fact your boyfriend released his warm cum, his release mingling with yours, filling your very depths with his abundant warmth. You felt spasm after spasm of his cock, and you knew he was filling your vagina with ropes and ropes of his warm, sticky semen. "Yes, Shoto, my love, claim me yours."

Lying there with your legs wrapped around your boyfriend's hips, you embraced the experience, accepting his semen into your core. Your own body responded, pulsating around his dick, ensuring every drop of his essence was treasured. In this moment, you were no longer a virgin; you had willingly given yourself to Shoto, forging a profound connection that transcended mere physicality.

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥 #sinful sunday #mha smut #bnha smut #my hero academia smut #anime smut #shouto todoroki #shouto smut #shouto x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto smut #shoto x reader #todoroki smut #todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto x you #smutty smut smut #aged up characters

[devilevlls]

Lucifer's day off ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚

Word count: 748 words

Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, so well known as an imposing and powerful figure, had a characteristic that few knew about: his obstinacy in working tirelessly, even when his body cried out for rest.

That day, the demon immersed himself in his usual tasks, focused and determined as always.

But something was about to change.

While he meticulously signed his papers, MC planned a surprise for the majestic demon. The human knew it was time to make Lucifer enjoy a moment of rest and pleasure. With that in mind, they had prepared a day off to Prince Diavolo's private beach, a place reserved only for the most intimate friends.

With sunglasses and a cap on, MC approached Lucifer with a mischievous smile, entering his study. "You deserve a rest, come on now" They announced, gently grabbing the demon's arm and leading him towards the prepared surprise.

Initially, Lucifer resisted, frowning at the sudden outburst. “What do you think you’re doing dragging me along like this? I have a lot to do.”

However, MC persisted with calm determination, reminding the demon that even the most powerful needed a moment to recharge. “Don’t you want a moment alone with me? You need to rest. I prepared a surprise…”

With a mixture of curiosity and reluctance, Lucifer finally relented, allowing MC to lead him.

As they reached the shore, the sun was bright over the dark waters of the hellish sea, creating a stunning and mesmerizing scene. MC unrolled a towel on the hot sand as Lucifer watched, initially perplexed and then slowly letting himself be carried away by the serene and relaxing environment.

“Come on, let’s lie down here.” The human said as they sat on the outstretched towel, calling him to snuggle into their arms. The demon of pride, normally so serious and focused, allowed himself to relax and enjoy the company and beauty of the moment.

He reclines, nestling against MC's chest, and allows his eyelids to flutter closed for a brief moment. The gentle breeze tousles his black hair, lending a carefree disarray to his locks, as he savors the comforting embrace enveloping him.

"Did you see? Isn’t it worth it?" The human asked while admiring the perfect features of his face, smiling slightly when they noticed the slight arch of his eyebrow.

“You know I can’t afford to do that often.” He responded in his thick, intimidating voice, his eyes opening to stare into theirs.

Ah… What a beautiful pair of eyes…

His black iris with slight red details stood out in the sunlight, leaving anyone entranced by such perfection. So was this what the used heaven's favorite angel looked like?

While enjoying the gentle breeze and the sound of waves gently crashing, MC and Lucifer immersed themselves in an intimate and heartfelt conversation. As they discussed everyday matters, he occasionally raised his arm and reached for MC's face, his fingers gently gliding across the soft skin of his companion's cheek. Lucifer's touch was firm and sure, but also filled with a tenderness that few had the chance to witness.

"Lucifer. I really want to tell you something.” MC said a little nervously, waiting for the demon to sit down again.

"What is it? You seem agitated.” He asked worriedly, now facing them.

"I… I love you." Their words quiver on their lips, betraying the underlying uncertainty that accompanies the admission of such profound emotions.

Initially, the Avatar of Pride chose silence. His eyes expressed emotions that his words couldn't capture. He approached MC and, without a word, lay down on the human's body, his strong arms wrapped around MC's waist in a safe and warm hug. Slowly, his lips met the human's in a passionate kiss, full of tenderness and affection.

“I love you so much…” The human whispered between the kiss, returning the contact with the same intensity.

Lucifer looked up to meet MC's eyes, his own heart echoing in sync with the human's quickened rhythm. In his expression, there was no trace of surprise, only a deep serenity, as if he had long known the feelings that were now vocalized.

With a gentle smile curving his lips, Lucifer tightened his embrace around MC, as if seeking to convey through touch the love that words could never fully express. "And I love you, my darling," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

The two lovebirds, enveloped by the heat of love that consumed them, gave themselves completely on that special day. They kissed and exchanged hot caresses, each touch fueling the flame of desire that burned between them.

There was an electricity in the air, a palpable tension that enveloped them as their bodies yearned for more intimate contact, however, they decided to postpone exploring their sexual interactions to another time.

As the day came to an end, Lucifer realized that his resistance to rest had been unnecessary. He understood that even the most powerful beings needed to allow themselves moments of pleasure and relaxation.

When returning to Devildom, Lucifer carried with him precious memories of that day at the beach, and he would like to thank MC for opening his eyes.

Masterlistɞ

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me one master to rule them all #evllsposts #obey me writing #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me fluff #obey me swd #obey me x mc #obey me writings #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader

[butdaddyilovehim-hs]

Tolerate It III

"Tell me I've got it wrong somehow."

Read Part II here

Harry watches as Kendall leaves, his heart heavy with the weight of the situation. He turns his attention back to Y/N, who stands there, waiting for his explanation. He knows he doesn't have much time to make things right, and he takes a deep breath before he starts speaking.

"Y/N, I swear, I didn't invite her over. I had no idea she was coming. I've been a mess since you left, and I've barely left this place. She must have just shown up on her own," he pleads, his voice full of sincerity.

Y/N's grip on her bag loosens slightly, but she doesn't sit back down. Her eyes are still filled with hurt and doubt, and Harry can see her fight or flight kicking in.

"I know I messed up, and I can't even begin to express how sorry I am for everything. I love you, Y/N, more than anything in this world. You and Elle mean everything to me, and I've been a fool for not showing it," Harry continues, his voice cracking with emotion.

Y/N remains silent, her gaze fixed on him. Harry knows that he needs to give her more than just words. He needs to show her that he's committed to making things right.

"I'm going to make it up to you, Y/N. I'll do whatever it takes to rebuild your trust. We'll go to counselling if you want, and I'll be more present in Elle's life. I promise to be the husband and father you both deserve," Harry says, his voice filled with determination.

Y/N finally sits back down, her bag still in her lap. She looks at him with a mixture of sadness and hope in her eyes.

"Harry, this isn't going to be easy. Rebuilding trust takes time, and I can't just forget everything that's happened. But I want to believe that we can work through this," she says, her voice quivering.

Harry nods, relieved that she's willing to give him a chance. He reaches out and gently takes her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. I love you, Y/N, and I'll spend the rest of my life proving that to you."

Y/N's eyes soften, and she leans in to kiss him. It's a tender and heartfelt kiss, filled with all the love they've shared over the years. It's a kiss that signifies a fresh start, a chance to rebuild what was broken.

As they pull away, Y/N gives him a small smile, the first genuine one he's seen in days. "Okay, Harry, let’s try and fix it.”

Harry nods, his heart feeling lighter than it has in days. "I know, and I'm ready for all of it. I just want us to be okay again."

Y/N places her hand on his cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "We'll get through this together, Harry. But it's going to take time and effort from both of us."

Harry leans into her touch, closing his eyes briefly before opening them to meet her gaze. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes, love. I promise."

And in that moment, as they sit together on the couch, holding onto each other, they both believe that maybe, just maybe, they can find their way back to the love that had once been so strong.

~

So they do it. They go to counselling for the first time and Harry is a shaking bundle of nerves and Y/N is internally breaking down. Because what if it doesn’t work out? They sit in the waiting room, the minutes ticking away slowly, the tension in the air palpable. Harry's leg bounces nervously, and he can't help but feel like he's about to face a judgmental tribunal. He glances at Y/N, who is lost in her thoughts, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her sweater. He reaches out and gently touches her hand, offering a reassuring smile. She looks at him and manages a small, trembling smile in return.

When their names are called, they enter the therapist's office together. The therapist, a calm and empathetic woman, greets them warmly and invites them to sit down on the cozy couch. The session begins, and Harry and Y/N take turns talking about their feelings, their fears, and their hopes. It's difficult at first, and there are moments when tears flow freely. They confront the pain they've caused each other and the scars it has left on their relationship.

The therapist guides them through various exercises, helping them communicate more effectively and teaching them strategies for rebuilding trust. They start to see the deep-seated issues that led to their problems in the first place, and it's not easy to confront those truths.

As the session progresses, Harry's nerves start to ease. He realises that this process isn't about judgment but about healing. Y/N, too, begins to feel a glimmer of hope as they explore ways to rebuild their relationship.

After the first session ends, they step out into the daylight, and Harry takes Y/N's hand in his, squeezing it gently. "How are you feeling?" he asks softly.

Y/N looks at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "Nervous, but I think it's a step in the right direction. We have to try, Harry, for ourselves and for Elle.”

Harry nods in agreement, his heart heavy with the weight of their journey ahead. "I know, love. And I promise you, no matter how hard it gets, I'm with you every step of the way.”

A/N: Finally the end to this series. Thank you for all the love on it :)

Tags: @lukesaprince @harryspirate @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @lilyrmason12 @styleslover-1994 @stylesfever @kathb59 @indierockgirrl @bxbyysstuff @gills-lounge @lomlhstyles @opheliaofficial07 @behindmygreyeyes @gem1712 @stylesmoonlight12 @babyiamperfectforyou @velvetballaspark @harrys-flower @macy-tpwk @mema10 @jerseygirlinca @daphnesutton @rafaaoli

#harry styles #hslot #love on tour #harrystyles #harry styles au #harry styles fic #harry styles fics #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles ceo #harry styles angst #tolerate it #taylor swift #harry styles imagines #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing

[tonyspank]

PROLOGUE | RECKLESS

Tara Carpenter x G!P Reader x Female OC

Warnings: mentions of zombies, angst i guess, and that's it i think

A/N: Iris’s faceclaim is Olivia!!

series masterlist | main masterlist | next chapter

"Happy Birthday!" You shout with a huge smile on your face as you hold out a beautifully wrapped gift. Iris's face lights up, her mouth opening in shock.

She quickly takes the gift from your hands and thanks you with genuine excitement. Her eyes sparkle with joy as she eagerly begins to unwrap the present, unable to contain her curiosity and anticipation.

Heather, your girlfriend's sister, records the two of you, capturing the genuine happiness in Iris's eyes and the love between the two of you. Heather's smile mirrors Iris's excitement as she records this special birthday memory, ensuring it will be cherished for years to come.

"Oh my god. You're lying!" Iris exclaims, her voice filled with disbelief and overwhelming happiness. She looks at you, searching for confirmation, her heart pounding with excitement.

"From our first date..." She says, her voice barely above a whisper. She lifts the neckless, which holds a crystal in its pendent.

The crystal catches the light, shimmering with a brilliance that matches the sparkle in Iris's eyes. It is a symbol of your journey together, a reminder of the love and connection you have shared since that very first date.

As Iris holds it in her hands, she can't help but feel overwhelmed by the depth of emotion and meaning behind this heartfelt gift.

Iris brings you into a warm embrace, holding you tightly as tears of joy stream down her face. She whispers, "Thank you so much." You rub her back gently, goosebumps appearing on your skin at her touch.

During this moment, you realize that this gift has not only brought happiness to Iris but has also strengthened the bond between the two of you, solidifying your love for each other even more.

As you both stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, time seems to stand still. The weight of the moment fills the room, and you can't help but be grateful for this deep connection you share with Iris.

"You guys are too cute!" Iris's mom speaks up, admiring the scene before her. Her words break the spell, causing both of you to chuckle and blush. You pull apart from your girlfriend, exchanging smiles, both feeling happier than ever.

"Come, come, it's time to blow out the candles." Iris's mom gestures towards the birthday cake on the table, adorned with flickering candles. You both walk over, still basking in the warmth of the moment, and join the rest of the family in celebrating Iris's special day.

Iris sends you the world's biggest smile as she blows out the candles, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Little did you know, that smile would become a distant memory.

But when you were in that moment, surrounded by loved ones and with Iris's infectious happiness, you couldn't help but believe that together, you could conquer anything.

"I hate you!" Iris yells, her once joyful eyes now filled with anger and frustration. That special day feels like a distant dream now. You shake your head, lifting out a hand to calm your girlfriend down. "You don't mean that. C'mon, babe." You reply, your voice quivering with every word.

Iris's lips tremble as tears start to stream down her face. The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air, leaving a painful silence between you. It's in moments like these that you realize how fragile love can be and how much work it takes to mend a broken heart.

"How could you?" She whispers. "Why didn't you tell me about it, Y/N?" You feel a lump form in your throat as guilt washes over you. "I didn't want to hurt you," you say, your voice barely audible.

"I was scared of losing you, but I realize now that keeping it from you was even worse." She just shakes her head at your words.

"What was going to happen in the next couple of months, huh? You we're just going to leave without telling me?" Tears well up in her eyes as she continues, "I thought we were supposed to be a team, Y/N. How could you not trust me enough to share your plans with me?"

You're silent. You reach out to hold her trembling hands, desperately hoping to convey the depth of your regret and the realization of the damage caused by your lack of communication.

"I didn't know how you were going to take it! Fuck, Iris! I love you, and being here with you has been the happiest moments of my life, but you can't expect me to want to sit around all day. I want to be something... I wanna go to college; venture out into the world!" You agrue back, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and determination.

"So, you were just going to leave the country? Leave me behind?" Iris says, her voice lower and softer than before. You take a deep breath, throwing your head back. "I was going to tell you."

"At the last second?" She asks, her strong gaze never breaking from yours. "Iris, I didn't mean to keep it from you. I was scared of how you would react," you admit, your voice tinged with regret. "But I want you to understand that this is something I need to do for myself. It's not about leaving you behind, it's about pursuing my dreams and finding my own path in life."

"Y/N..." she whispers, stepping closer to you. "I never loved anyone as much as I love you." Her hands find yours, causing you to relax. "You could've told me. I don't wanna lose you."

You pull her into a gentle embrace, "I'm sorry," you say softly. "I don't want to lose you either."

Those few months passed faster than you expected. During that time, you made sure to cherish every moment with her, knowing that soon you would have to embark on your own journey. As the days flew by, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and sadness for what lies ahead.

Of course you'd miss her. She was truly the love of your life. But you also knew that this journey was something you needed to do for yourself—to grow and explore the world outside of your comfort zone. And deep down, you hoped that distance wouldn't weaken the bond you shared with her.

As you sit in the back of an Uber with your bags in the truck, making your way to the airport, you can't help but reflect on the memories you have created together. From the late-night conversations to the spontaneous adventures, every moment with her shaped who you are today.

You remember the laughter and tears you shared, the support she provided during your toughest times, and the way she always believed in your dreams. Even the one you were creating now.

Sweet / I Thought You Wanted To Dance, which plays on the Uber's radio, is interrupted by a loud alarm. Confused, you look up from your phone and notice the flashing lights and a different siren alarm passing by your Uber, indicating an emergency situation. Your heart races as you wonder what could be happening, hoping that it's nothing too serious.

Your eyes snap back towards the radio, "Attention, citizens! This is an emergency broadcast issued by local authorities. We are facing an unprecedented threat to our community. Reports indicate a widespread outbreak of a virus that is reanimating the deceased and turning them into flesh-hungry creatures. These are extremely dangerous and pose a significant risk to human life. --"

"-- Please remain indoors and lock all doors and windows. Do not attempt to confront or engage with any infected individuals. Emergency services are currently overwhelmed, and it is crucial that you stay calm and await further instructions. Stay tuned to this broadcast for updates on evacuation procedures and safe zones."

Iris. That's all that went through your mind in that moment. Was she safe? Was she going to be okay? You sit up in your seat, "Turn around!" You shout at the Uber driver, desperate to get back to your apartment as quickly as possible.

"I don't think—" You interject, gripping the passenger seat in front of you tighter. "Turn around!"

The Uber driver hesitates for a moment, but seeing the dread in your eyes, he quickly makes a U-turn and heads back towards your apartment.

Thoughts of Iris's safety consume your mind as you anxiously pray for her well-being. Time feels like it's moving in slow motion as you desperately hope to reach her before anymore danger unfolds.

When you arrived at your apartment building, it felt like a dead zone. No sign of life anywhere. The eerie silence amplifies your fear, and you can't help but wonder what could have happened to Iris. As you rush out of the car, your heart pounding in your chest, you frantically scan the surroundings for any clue or trace of her presence.

You run to your apartment door, your heart dropping as it's wide open. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You mutter to yourself, searching room to room for your girlfriend. Every step you take echoes through the empty hallways, adding to the haunting atmosphere.

The sound of your own breath fills the air, intensifying the feeling of dread that grips you. Your mind races with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. As you reach the last room, a chilling realization washes over you, there is no sign of Iris anywhere.

You sprint as fast as you can. Running through the open front door and scan the desolate street, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of her familiar figure. Panic sets in as you realize she is nowhere in sight, leaving you with a sinking feeling of helplessness.

Again. You find yourself sprinting, but everything's different now. You've adjusted to a world where the dead walk, and you're not sprinting in search of your missing girlfriend, but in the safety of your life as a large herd of walkers follow behind you.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you navigate through the abandoned streets, constantly on edge. The once bustling city now lies in ruins, with crumbling buildings and streets littered with debris.

The silence is only broken by the shuffling footsteps of the undead behind you, a constant reminder of the world's grim reality.

You break through an alley, which leads to a forest. The dense foliage offers a temporary respite from the chaos and decay of the city. As you enter the forest, the air becomes crisp and filled with the scent of earth and pine.

The sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor, providing a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that surrounds you.

Yet you keep sprinting. Run. Run. Run. The sound of your pounding footsteps echoes through the trees, pushing you to keep going and outrun the horrors that lurk behind. Your heart races in your chest, fueled by adrenaline and the desperate need to find safety.

You try to stop in your tracks as you realize you're being cut off by another herd of walkers that slowly but surely make their way towards you.

Panic sets in as you frantically search for an escape route, your mind racing to find a solution. The sound of their moans grows louder, urging you to make a split-second decision that could mean life or death.

Shit! You feel something grab onto you, sending a jolt of fear through your body. You turn around to see a walker reaching out, its decaying fingers inches away from your face. Instinctively, you fight back, desperately pushing it away and breaking free from its grasp.

Suddenly, a shot rings through the air, and the walker falls down. You spin around, searching for the source of the shot but finding no one. A branch breaks north-west of you, causing you to tense up.

You realize that you're not alone and that there may be more danger lurking nearby. Your heart races as you weigh your options, unsure of whether to investigate or quickly make your escape.

But it's revealed to be a dark-haired girl, "Hurry! This way, now." You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you can trust her. However, her urgency and the fact that she might have just saved your life convinces you to follow her lead.

Without wasting any more time, you sprint towards her, grateful for the unexpected help in this dangerous situation.

#reader insert #wattpad #tonyspank #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x y/n #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #tara carpenter x gn!reader #tara carpenter x g!p reader #olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo x reader

[hastyprovocateur]

Girlfriend Ellie Headcanons

Cw- mature content, sexual themes

• Ellie's diffident, quiet ways lead many to think she's pensive or moody but honestly, she just needs to know you won't get weirded out when she finally gets comfortable and immediately begins goobing out over the neotibicen linnei life cycle and types of acrylic glazes. One smile does it for her. Suddenly, she's scooted close to you on the couch, knees grazing yours as she ignores the rest of the room.

• She'll let you touch her tattoo, describing the idea behind it, how little it hurt, how it healed, lost in conversation with you. It goes from pyramids to chapstick, nothing's off the table with Ellie Williams and her favourite person. She'll share earphones with you, listening to her favourites Bon Jovi, The Police, Smiths and Aerosmith under a starry sky.

Watch out, she belts Fiona Apple and Kate Bush.

• It's something in your eyes that lets her know not to hold back and hold back, she won't. She has to hover around you now. A big mistake was thinking Ellie has game which she does if having game meant something entirely else. She will act a fool to get noticed by you, cracking lame jokes, mock imitating you, fiddling with your straps and buttons and butting into your sentences just to draw your ire slash attention.

• Will bring you a pair of scissors, requesting that you cut her hair for her but really she just needs to feel your hands in her hair, stroking through the knots, brushing them, fluffing them up before soaking them, holding each lock taut before you run the scissors across their ends. She'll let the length and style be upto you. As long as it's not a fuss to take care of. Will gauge your reaction after you're done.

Do the layers make you want to ride me like a slut?

• Ellie establishes affection through touch. Patting your hip while taking a group photo, grazing your back while helping you pick a box of supplies up, leaving her hand on your ankle a little too long after tying your laces, mindlessly coiling your loose strands, holding your wrist to catch her breath from a fit of laughs, or even scratching off paint from your chest which she accidentally flicked on you.

• Yes, she paints, doodles, sketches around you. Even better, she draws stuff for you to colour in whenever you get bored and demands you pose for her or act as a live figure sample, angling your face and drooping your hand and arranging your fingers to let her sketch it out.

• One night, you tempt her enough to paint you topless, her finger quivering ever so slightly and her breath hitching as she switched her eyes between your blushing breasts and her aged paper. She was clinging onto your initial excuse for dear life:-

Well, we're both girls...

• She will do everything to the point of teaching you how to kiss BUT ask you out and dare to act confused when you take her by the collars, pinning her back on her bed, begging her to quit stalling and ask you out already. She, of course, acts like she knew all along. Joking about how you broke first, earning her first Ellie-being-annoying chuck under the chin from you.

• Will be incredibly smug about scoring you as a girlfriend because come on, total babe like you, the boys were practically shooting daggers at her. Ellie would pull you closer by the waist if you speak too animatedly with another comrade, kiss you on a whim, play with your bottom lip and hold your neck like she had you on a leash in public.

• She got off getting reprimanded by you, pinching your waist or slipping a hand into your back pocket or serenading you mid-task, dipping your head far back, giving you a juicy kiss before pulling you back up and walking off like nothing happened.

• Is a soft, gentle drunk. She'll want you by her side, guitar in hand as she sings a sweet song. Her eyes would be heavy, words slurring ever so lightly and she'd enunciate each word, dipping her head and looking up at you with a heartfelt smile whenever she felt like dedicating a line to you.

Shying away... I'll be coming for your love, okay?

• She will insist you wear her best flannels, that way you get to smell her and her shirts come back smelling like fresh detergent. It's a fair deal, Ellie protested mid smack but grew sombre, hugging and sniffing you with her eyes closed. No matter if it's been a long, sweaty, grimy day, Ellie would want to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, kiss, lick and sniff you till she's had her fill. She's keen enough to have figured out you smell different throughout the month, after a shower, falling asleep or waking up, she can tell the time of the day by your sweet, earthy scent.

• Her greatest turn-on was seeing you lounging in her sheets sporting just her shirt and nothing else. Ellie would hike the hem up your thigh, your belly, giving herself a first chair to your blossoming folds, watching them swell and soak with your charged back and forth. She'd eventually shut your smart quips up with a deft thumb pressing directly onto your rosebud.

• She figured out you went commando on one such outing and suddenly, she's a dog that found a bone in a bush once and is obligated to check in the same place everyday. No matter if it's inside, on patrols or communal gatherings, she'll pull you to the side and demand you unbuckle your pants and show her if you're wearing panties or not. She'll grow clingier and more touchy if she finds out you aren't.

Can't believe I've been replaced by a fucking seam...

#ellie x fem reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou2 smut #ellie tlou2 #ellie tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou smut #tlou2 headcanon #tlou2 smut #tlou drabble

[maxiine]

Insecure

Angsty neuvillette x reader

Short Drabble

=====================================

Silent sobs left your quivering lips as you tried to mutter out a sentence.

“I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you not finding what you want in here.”

Your insecurities had entirely consumed you from the inside out until eventually you broke, falling apart completely in front of your love.

Your sobs and expressions had his heart breaking, just as fragile glass would break apart at the slightest touch.

You had made him so vulnerable, so fragile. It was terrifying yet so beautiful, you made him feel so many wonderful things, which is why he couldn’t understand how you were so oblivious to the effect you had on him. To the tight grasp you had on his fragile heart.

“My darling, you are the most wonderful, kindest, passionate, caring, and extraordinary being I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You have never been anything less.”

Your sobs don’t subside, rather they increase due to his heartfelt words. You didn’t deserve such kindness, you didn’t deserve his heart, his love.

“I could list a great number of things I love and adore about you.”

“And if I asked you to name all the things that you love, how long would it take for you to name yourself?”

The thunderous voices that consumed your mind had suddenly began to fade away until the only sounds you could hear were the sniffled breathes you let out and your speeding heart beat.

This man loved you for everything you had to offer, the ugly, the pretty, the bad and the good. He wanted to be there for it all and to be by your side whole heartedly and completely.

#neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #neuvilette x you

[cerise-on-top]

Could I request gn reader, who happens to be insecure about wearing feminine clothing, asking the 141 (+Laswell) if they would be willing to wear a dress with them?

(Take as much time as you need, don't overwork yourself lovie! Your writing is always the highlight of my day- I love it so much!! ❤️)

Hello! Thank you for reading my silly little writing, I always try my best! Wearing feminine clothing can be a bit rough, I get it, but I'm cheering you on, anon ✧｡٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*｡ I hope you'll feel more comfortable soon, because clothing like that can be absolutely adorable! Either way, thank you for the request, I hope it's to your liking!

TF141 and Laswell Wearing a Dress with GN!Insecure!Reader

Price: It would start out simple: You’d ask him to wear a dress with you and he would immediately say no. Dresses are simply not his style, he knows he would never look good in one. Besides, would there even be any in his size? A dress to accommodate someone as big and burly as him? He doesn’t think so, and he doesn’t think he’d feel comfortable in one either. It would take your heartbroken eyes, almost quivering voice, that would make him consider otherwise. He’ll apologize for being so harsh with you and will try to get his point across, he’s just not a dress guy. You’d need to explain your own situation to him, that you want to feel more comfortable wearing feminine clothing and you thought having someone to wear something along the lines of that with you would help. Go into detail, if you have him considering and weighing his options for up to a minute, followed by a deep sigh, you know you’ve won. Your happiness seems to even be over his own comfort. However, he will not wear a dress in public, only at home. He’s a captain and does have the mindset that something like a dress isn’t for guys like him. Not that he has a problem with guys wearing dresses, god knows he’s caught Gaz and Soap wearing them before, but he has a reputation to uphold. Whichever dress it ends up being, you’re the one to choose it since he has no idea what would fit someone like him in the first place. The only wish he has is that it ends up being beige or any other kind of brown. It’s what he’s used to the most. While it would take quite some time to get him to dress up the first time, he’s more willing after that. He does feel embarrassed to be wearing a dress, but it isn’t as bad as he thought it would be. Give him a heartfelt compliment about how good he looks and you’ll get him to blush.

Gaz: Although he’s only ever worn dresses as a joke, he does quite like the aesthetic of them. As mentioned previously, he and Soap have dressed up before simply because they felt like it and wanted to see if they would look good in a dress. So, yeah, he actually owns two or three dresses that he thinks fit him quite well, even though he never told you that. So don’t be surprised if he suddenly leaves the room and comes back with two dresses in his hands. You can choose which one he should wear, one is simply black and the other one is a pretty yellow. His favorite is the black one since it’s a bit more flowy and doesn’t hug his curves as much as the yellow one, but both look good on him. So, you don’t particularly need to explain your situation to him for him to be on board. Will make it a competition on who looks better in feminine clothing, even if he insists you always win. You’re just too pretty and beautiful to pass up. Considering he’s comfortable enough in his masculinity to do traditionally feminine things as well, he will pose for you if you ask him to, just to show off. He may not go out too far in public, your garden is probably as far as it goes, but if you really like seeing him in dresses then he might even consider a cute skirt as well. Anything to make you feel more comfortable in your skin. This guy is pretty flexible, if you’re roughly the same size and your dresses fit him, then he might wear them as well just to show you how good they look. Overall he really hypes you up, tries to do what he can to make you happy. After all, if someone like him, a sergeant in the SAS, can look good wearing feminine clothing, then so can you. 

Ghost: He raises an eyebrow upon hearing that suggestion. Why? He’s not as opposed as Price, but he wants to hear a good reason as to why someone like him, 1,95m with muscles to match, should wear a dress. Once you explain the situation to him, he’ll sigh, but comply. He doesn’t own a dress, he never even thought he’d find one that would a) fit him and b) look good on him. You’d probably need something tailored specifically to him since he’s a very broad guy. Once you’ve got something for him, though, he’s not particularly picky. You want him to wear a pink strawberry dress? Sure, why not. Very nonchalant about it, this is more about you than him, after all. Although it would look interesting, he’d go for a sleeveless dress since that way he won’t have to worry about him accidentally flexing the sleeves off. It likely wouldn’t be too easy to find something like it, but he would prefer a flowy dress as well, not everyone needs to see how well defined he is. Would probably like a small motif on the dress as well, nothing too big or exciting, though. Once he’s wearing that dress, he would check himself out in the mirror, wanting to see how he’d actually look. He wouldn’t look too bad in that dress, but then again, he’s a rather handsome man in general. While he would hope for you to agree that he doesn’t look too terrible, he wouldn’ take it to heart if you disagreed with him. Once you’re wearing a dress yourself, he’d probably blush a bit. It’s a rather unusual sight, but you look so good in one, it’s unbelievable. Ghost may not normally be the most touchy person, but he would offer his hand to you to help you with spinning around. He wants to see you from every angle, see just how lovely you look.

Soap: He has experimented with dresses before as well, just to goof around with Gaz, but he never would have thought he’d ever wear one again. He didn’t keep his dress, he gave it to Gaz and left it at that. So it was a bit surprising when you came up to him and asked him to wear a dress with him. He’d give you a goofy grin and ask you why, a bit nervous. Would you just make fun of him, being a guy who has worn a dress? As soon as you explain your reasoning, he calms down a bit and is down. He even takes more of an active role when you go dress shopping together, asking you if this and that would look good on him. Soap simply picks out something he likes, tries it on if it would fit, and takes it home if there’s no discomfort. If it was up to him, he’d go for something with frills, something big and exciting that would draw the attention of just about anyone. However, he couldn’t find something like that when he went shopping with you, so he opted for something smaller that hugged him nicely. Once he wears that dress, the only complaint he has about it is the fact he hadn’t shaved his legs, other than that he checks himself out in the mirror even more thoroughly than Ghost. He needs to know how hot he is in a dress, and you should tell him that as well. He isn’t uncomfortable at all and will walk throughout your home as though he was a model on the walkway. Laughs a bit when he sees his muscles bulging through the sleeves, but is still careful to not tear them. As soon as you walk in, his eyes are glued on you and he tells you just how gorgeous you look, how you should absolutely wear dresses more often than you do since you’re stunning and beautiful. He means all of it too, by the way, so it’s not just empty talk. You wearing a dress does something to him.

Laswell: As one can imagine, she has also worn dresses before, but they’re not her favorite article of clothing. In fact, if she can avoid them, she will. Not that she’s insecure or anything, she just thinks she looks better in a jacket. Skirts aren’t her cup of tea either. While she’s been on covert ops where she had to wear them, she’s glad she usually doesn’t have to. However, she isn’t entirely opposed to wearing them, so you can walk up to her just about any time and ask her to wear a dress with you. Might be a bit miffy when she’s wearing a dress in public, but your comfort comes first. She’s pretty good with fashion, so she can actually help you find something that looks very good on you, as well as on her. She’s so sweet about it too, giving you tips and showing you tricks on how to make it fit better and how to feel more comfortable. Since she’s not the tallest, most muscular person, it’s not too hard for her to find something. She would go for something with sleeves since it’s a bit warmer that way. If possible, she would go for something matching with you. Something flowy and nice that won’t make you too uncomfortable for the time being. When you’re wearing your dress, she’ll compliment you first and foremost. Laswell is good with words, so she’ll know exactly what to say to ease your anxiety. But even if you can’t shake off your discomfort immediately, don’t worry too much about it. If it makes you feel better, then Laswell will wear dresses with you more often so the both of you can get used to it. You’ll grow desensitized to it eventually, but it’s important to start small. Besides, if you really want to start wearing feminine clothing, Laswell will support you. She has the money to buy or tailor you just about anything, so the cutest, prettiest clothing will be yours if you allow her to get it for you.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #I can tell you all of the lads and lasses would be supportive even if they need a differrring amount of coercion! #do what makes you happy anon! your favorite characters will always support you no matter what! They told me so themselves! #I'm wishing you all the best! good luck on your endeavours too!

[seivsite]

WHISPERS OF SOLACE.

includes: blade x gn!reader. soft bladie, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, he calls u doll — wc: 735

The night was serene, without a single speck of disturbance in sight. You were calmly going through your bedtime routine before retiring for the night. Suddenly, resounding bangs at your doorstep made you flinch, well aware that this was an almost daily occurrence.

With a hastened pace, you made your way to the door, opening it to find Blade, battered and bruised. Blood trickled from his busted lip, while his clothes bore slight tears from the arduous fight he had endured. Despite the extent of his injuries, Blade wore a neutral expression, seemingly undisturbed by the wounds adorning his visage.

“C’mere,” you sighed, gently opening the door wider as Blade slowly stepped inside, obediently removing his shoes—a lesson learned from the one time you scolded him for wearing them in your sanctuary.

Taking his hand, you led him towards the bathroom, where your nightly routine unfolded. Retrieving a first aid kit from the cabinet, you met his gaze, silently seeking consent to disrobe him. “You know you don’t have to ask, right?” he whispered, his eyes tracing the contours of your figure, a mixture of emotions hidden within.

“I know, but wouldn’t it be impolite if I didn’t?” you replied, tenderly removing his shirt, mindful of his wounds. As your eyes beheld the extent of his injuries, a twinge of worry enveloped you. They seemed far more severe than any you had previously tended to. Curiosity lingered as to why he sought your care instead of a hospital’s. His rationale always echoed, ‘Hospitals are too bothersome.’ Little did you know, he simply yearned for more moments with you, his daily obligations and duties depriving him of such precious encounters. It wasn’t just about the injuries; it was about you.

You tenderly disinfected and cleansed his wounds, carefully wrapping them in bandages before shifting your attention to his facial injuries. With each delicate touch, a surge of heartache washed over you, breaking your spirit. Your hands quivered, betraying your emotions as they worked to cleanse the wounds on his lips and cheeks. Lost in your task, you remained oblivious to the tears streaming down your face until Blade’s bandaged hand gently wiped them away.

“Hmm? Why are you crying, doll?” he inquired, his touch lingering on your cheek.

The tears continued to flow as you mumbled, “I... I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice cracked with the weight of your words. “I can’t bear seeing you hurt like this.”

Blade let out a heavy sigh, his hand falling away from your face. His heart shattered, unable to fathom why this affected you so deeply. He had sought solace in your care for months, yet this was the first time you had crumbled under the weight of it all.

“Why? I’m nobody, a forsaken soul. I hold no significance in this world,” he began, before being abruptly interrupted.

“But you are important to me! I care! Why do you think I always welcome you here? Why do you think I tend to your wounds every time you seek refuge?” Your voice trembled, finally meeting his gaze.

He could only stare, rendered speechless by your heartfelt confession. Your teary eyes tugged at the strings of his heart, inflicting a pain greater than any physical wound ever could.

“Because I love you, damn it!” you yelled, the words escaping before you could catch them. In a sudden realisation of what you had just confessed, you covered your mouth, as if attempting to reverse the irretrievable.

Blade, overwhelmed by the unexpected revelation of your love, pulled you close, embracing you tightly. What began as a gentle hug gradually intensified, his head seeking solace upon your shoulder.

“I never thought I’d hear those words from you,” he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of his affection. “You make me feel alive,” he expressed, a silent declaration of his love.

As your sobs subsided into gentle sniffles, still enveloped in his arms, you eased away slightly to fetch a wet cloth, wiping away the remaining traces of blood from his face.

“Please, try to avoid getting injured so frequently. You might give me a heart attack one day,” you playfully pleaded, leaning against his chest, attuned to the steady rhythm of his beating heart. Its cadence brought you comfort and a profound sense of relief.

“No promises, darling, but I’ll do my best,” he chuckled, planting a tender kiss upon your forehead.

NOTES. lowk cried internally while writing this, soft blade is so shkwsjwkhe. anyway the ending feels rushed to me but idk.

TAG LIST. @yanqingisim

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

#( ru’s works ) #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x y/n #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #hsr fluff #blade #blade hsr #hsr blade #blade x reader #blade x you #blade x y/n #blade imagines #blade fluff #stellaron hunters #stellaron hunters x reader

[me-uglypretty]

this is…someone special

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: An unwarranted conversation with Clint, shines a light on Natasha's feelings for a stranger she met.

Warning: 18+ (G), fluff

Word count: 1k

| this is… | Notify | Navigation |

A smile was glued on her face. Kind of humming sound from birds that evokes splatter of joy, kind of sweetness that engulf her chest after eating something she was craving, kind of smile that had Natasha staring mindlessly at the vacant space, and fingers tapping unrhythmically on the surface of a maroon desk. Indeed, there was something, a new sense of hope that tasted heavenly at the tip of her tongue, something sought of yearning at the after taste for more. Even the pile of documents on her desk had failed to damper her flourishing mood.

It was hauntingly beautiful, almost like a dream, or a cruel fantasy threaded by someone else into her mind. The lively light passing through moments spend with you, either seconds or minutes, the shared moment felt like infinity. Those few hours together within the span of two days was enough for her heart to profusely confess of something so heavy, so like an ache in her mind that know it was true.

“Nat, are you listening?”

Natasha, still clouded by visuals of your smile painting the space of her mind, nodded her head at the abrupt voice. “Yup,” she answered next, barely sparing a glance at her partner, Clint. “Got it all here,” she finished with pointing her forefinger to the side of her head.

“You sure?”

At that doubt, Natasha reluctantly lifted her head and glared at her partner, while he—still exhibiting his usual Clint tendencies of annoying her or awaiting for the correct moment to say something that would further spark conflict just for the fun of it—smiles teasingly at her with his eyebrows raised, seemingly challenging her into professing something out of spite.

Natasha’s jaw clenched and her expression fixed with a harsh glare directed at him. “Shut up,” she huffed, opting to fling a pen at his direction in retaliation.

Clint’s throat resonates with a heartfelt laughter. Her lips curls into a smile. This was normal, a thing that made their friendship special.

A thought brushes in her mind, lingering with your name. The bursting desire to scream, to feel the burn in her throat from exhausting her vocal cords, and the reminder that would retort with reality. Natasha warily meets the eyes of her friend, already sensing his persevere for her to say something, however, her mouth only parted with a tired sigh. She looks away, her sight resting on the empty white walls instead.

It’s weird. It’s unusual. The swelling of her chest at each pulse, the dwelling that set a plead in her mouth, the intensifying emotion that came after because of you. Natasha felt the tingles of looming numbness at the tip of her fingers, alike ant bites, and it worries her. Should she confess to someone of that numbing feeling that had spread to the length of her legs too?

How was it wholly possible for someone unknown to grasps her hand like that, to invade her mind so easily and create an undisputable home within her heart which had undoubtedly thumps firmer by the mere thought of you. But the unspoken feelings, it trudges in her chest with hope and warmth.

“So…who is she?”

Natasha hindered, body stiffen and eyes shut closed. She reinforced herself from exposing more, while bashful dust of crimson teased her cheeks. Slowly, she lifted her head and looked directly at her partner, and her friend. The expected look on his face wasn’t there, not a joke or an unavoidable banter, just a friend who was genuinely concern for his friend.

“Someone,” Natasha answered softly.

Clint hummed thoughtfully. “Special?”

And she freezes at the presumption. The fleeting question echoes, threatening to reveal her truth with the question; Are you someone special?

He perceived her, studying the way her reaction falters and her lips quivers, as though, she was realising something. “So, yes?”

Natasha denied, shaking her head with such refusal, wisps of auburn hair falling annoyingly adjacent to her forehead and her hand chaotically strains to push those strands of hair away. Her mind continues through mindless motions—attempts to comb her hair and untangle the knot that appeared, fingers drumming animatedly on the surface of her desk or the route that led to thick files, counting the same three pen that stood in a metal container—and you’re still there, a thought of someone to her.

A stranger passing by, someone who had straightforwardly purchased a cup of coffee for her after spilling the first, the same person she promised to meet days after for a planned breakfast, and a friend, just a friend that was once a stranger.

And damn, she groaned, huffed, and screamed at the ease of her room.

Natasha felt her heart hammering at the mere thought of you. From the first sight, her heart was gnawing through her chest, and she didn’t know how else to react, but to follow where her heart thumps louder and you were there, a vivid reality. Like a beacon of luminance was shone on two, and the reason was you. That shadow which casted woefully on her, ceased to exist.

Clint made a noise, mix of a grunt and a hum, before he called for his friend. “Nat?”

When their gaze met, a comforting smile was offered to ease her troubled appearance, and for a second more, she allowed herself that peace. Friends shouldn’t make another feel an intense wave of emotions at the slight glimpse of said person in her mind. Clint, without a graze of doubt, doesn’t make her feel the same way you did, and he’s a good friend. Somewhat of an annoying brother.

You just—you made her feel things, those kind of jittery that stirred the content of her stomach, flooding her sense with confusion, that she naturally pondered of those longing feelings. She couldn’t concentrate enough without drifting to the thoughts of you. Like, she needed the emphasis warmth that swims in your gleaming eyes, feel the tender touch of your hand pressed on her back, guiding her down the same route, and your sweet smile that settled lovingly on your lips—that’s love.

“Oh,” Natasha released an audible gasp as her pupils widen in pools of emerald. “No, this isn’t…” she trailed, staring blankly ahead, and shaking her head.

Clint laughed. “So, she is special,” he claimed, leisurely walking towards her, then softly taps his friend’s shoulder. “You’re catching feelings, Nat. You know…love,” he spared a meaningful glance at her, hoping the revelation would aid her troubled state, and waves dismissingly at her as he walked out of the office.

Of course, Natasha could differentiate the feeling in her chest from before, the first time, the second, and the times after—all within the span of two days. Love, a heavy declaration, something unfamiliar and scary, same word that she mindlessly whispered at first glance of you. But love, it must be blame for the overwhelming feeling that woke her body by the thoughts of you and the same that roused in her dreams, always with you engulfing her heart and spreading such needed warmth.

Now, though, she was more aware of that sacred feeling. The beacon of light that shone, not entirely by the window that stood tall behind her, rays of sun sharing its joy with her, but that shine that appeared with you. Someone so tangible, so soft, so tender in touch and voice, a heart that made her own protest of ruining someone so delicate and yet, plead for more of you.

“I’m— no, no, she…” her voice splits in heavy breaths and gasp. I like her, the confession released as a deep breath and her hand pressed on her chest, the thumping of her chest agreed with each beat.

I love her. I love her. I love her.

Her mind professed as her hearts corresponds with another thump, it beats a song, something of life, something of you, something that sooths her heart and life. It’s so scary, and so resilient of that feeling.

“I love her.”

And she felt ease, a breath of air that hums nicely with her lungs. Almost at the tunes of fate, she hears the familiar ringing of her phone, and her eyes glance at the screen, like she knew who was there, and was right.

You appeared, a person, a touch, a phone that was answered with your tender voice and she decides that, love feels beautiful with you.

#this is... #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you