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xxoolii · 1 year ago

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hope you are well

Can you do something with Hiccup Haddock

argh i'm such a hiccup whore, i mean who isn't?

I would absolutely love to do that for you!!

MDNI, im serious, i literally don't like you babe

warnings: jealousy(the green-eyed monster), praise, degrading, 18+ content, cream pie, not edited in the slightest, the idea is kinda over used but idc, angry sex

author notes: reposts are greatly appreciated! also finished exams so im able to write now, very excited to get into this!!

what you want?

uh oh, you had undoubtedly done it this time. at first, it had seemed like a totally innocent idea, but it had gotten out of hand, it wasn't your fault that the skirt you were wearing rode up every time you bent down in front of hiccup. there was something in his eye. Every time you bent down, a look that you almost couldn't place, it was almost primal, in the kind of way a hunter would look at its prey.

you loved it. you wanted more of it, and then a thought came to your mind. you gave him a polite smile, making your way in slow strides. Over to Snot lout, you crouch down next to him, and place your hand on his thigh. "wow your so smart I never noticed" him being totally oblivious, didn't understand the false nature of your compliment. But hiccup did, he knew that it was to riel him up and make him jealous. he stood up abruptly rushing towards you and snatching your hand off his thigh, yanking you away yelling some nonsense about you feeling sick and needing to go home.

he drags you out the door, throwing you over his shoulder as he makes his way to your house, the walk wasn't far and you were kicking and complaining the entire time, as if you hadn't caused this, as if this wasn't your desired reaction. he reached the threshold of your house and barged through the door making his way to your shared bedroom. you continue to wriggle, grabbing onto beams and doorways as he makes his way through the house. a futile effort on your behalf . he reaches his final destination, and gently throws you on the bed.

he looks at you with a predatory look in his eyes "What was that about huh?" he says this as he makes his way across the bed, hand snaking its way up your thigh. you decide in that moment that your going to play dumb, you've already committed to this act so you may as go all in. "what act?" you ask dumbly. he grabs your thigh roughly, other hand grabbing your chin and pulling you towards him. "you know exactly what i mean. or would you rather i just teach you a lesson?" he smirks knowingly at you, he wasn't dumb he knew you'd done it all for attention.

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and thats how you gotten here. your arms and legs ached as you felt him roughly pounding into you, moans echoing throughout the whole house. he was unrelenting and he was taking all of his frustrations out on you. his hands gripped tighter on your hips, pulling you to meet his thrusts.

your arms give out due to the speed and force he's fucking you with, your face meets the mattress, moans lost in the fabric. he's not slowing down, his groans and small moans show just how lost in your pussy he is. he spews out sweet praise, contrasting it with the perfect amount of degrading.

"your so pretty like this" "Wish I could have you like this all day honey" "You're doing so so good for me baby, just a little longer im almost there" Sweet pet names and sweet nothings running through your veins as he fucks you better than he ever has. once he gets closer his sweet praise switches to taunts and degradation. "aww poor baby cant take it anymore?" "isnt this what you wanted, pathetic whore"

his thrusts speed up, showing how close he is. you orgasm not too far behind you, the burning pleasure almost too much to bear. your moans and his groans make a beautiful symphony as you both grow closer, the way he strokes against your velvet walls drives you crazy. your body could only ever feel like this for him. white flashes over your eyes as you reach your release. squirting all over him. the sweet feeling of your pussy clamping on him sends him over the edge as he groans and presses his hips flush against yours releasing his seed deep inside you.

he pulls away, his cock covered in a mix of both of your juices. he flips you onto your back momentarily in awe of the way his cum rolls out of your clenching hole. then he speaks.

"hope your little game was worth it honey"

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and thats it for today ladies, gents and non-binary pals! this is a little low effort because i started it during exams but im glad to finally be getting it done now!

#smut #xxoolii #new to this #hiccup x reader smut #hiccup haddock #httyd hiccup #httyd smut #x reader #hiccup how to train your dragon

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exo-raskreia · 1 year ago

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ToShiro jealous of Karin headcanons?

Oh, wow! 😮 Let's see...

This all takes place in my HK spin-off sequel ideas when they're in the teen stage...

I can imagine him being the type to brood over it, like if he witnesses Karin getting hit on, but it's not necessarily his business to butt in, then he'd just pretend not to care. He'd busy himself with something while his internal feelings of jealousy simmer underneath the surface. Anyone who comes across him will notice something seems off, but don't know why & would rather not bother him. Maybe there's an aura about him 🤭. He doesn't realize why he starts to feel this way initially, though.

Let's say he's pretending to be a student again in high school (like in the OG Bleach), & he starts to notice the attention Karin gets from other boys. The stares, the praises for her athleticism & high academic scores, whispers about them wanting to shoot their shot with her, etc. Some might even see her as a challenge & want to be the ones to win her over. Hitsu would start to feel a bit bothered by all this the more he gets to know her, but thinks, 'Hmph, as if she'd give a second thought to those bozos.'

His opinion of her is rather high, so he trusts her better judgment. Though, that still doesn't stop him from feeling a little worried every time he overhears a boy planning to ask her out at the back of the school. It isn't until she meets him at the front gates so he can walk her home, when she says she had to politely reject yet another guy, that he feels an internal relief. He doesn't really know why but it feels like another silent victory of sorts.

He may or may not notice how other boys look at him whenever he's with Karin. Maybe at times, he feels a little smug, especially when her attention is solely on him, & other boys glare at him resentfully.

This can also apply to the scenario in which she's a Soul Reaper in his division. She's fairly new, but obviously she's leagues above most others. Hitsu admires her tenacity & the way she radiates whenever she's focused. He's not the only one who's noticed this; he's caught his men once or twice looking her way interestedly. It didn't bother him necessarily, only made his eyes roll. But one day, when the recruits are training at the dojo, Hitsu comes by to check on them & once again witnesses Karin excel. She really does stand out among the rest. And it was here that it finally hit him just how much attention Karin gets from his men. Glances, praises, & asking for tips.

He knows she's popular in his division (as well as the others, if he's being honest) but it isn't only because she's continuing the legacy of the Kurosaki-Shibas. There's more to Karin & he isn't the only one who's noticed. She's friendly & willing to help. Intelligent, brave, & fun to be around. She... was not unpleasant to look at; he's not blind, for God's sake.

And yet, the sudden bout of knowledge that he's not alone in his thoughts irritates him for some reason & decides to step in. He offers to help those recruits instead, deciding he will not go easy on them. It isn't often that he leads a training session, since as the captain, he has more important duties. But he decides that he doesn't have much work due until tomorrow & gives the dojo instructor the rest of the day off. During training, he's a little stricter than usual with the men in particular & Karin can't help being secretly mesmerized by his teaching mode. She is oblivious to his internal conflicts & to her own feelings for that matter.

All in all, I think Hitsugaya may be the type to be oblivious about his feelings at first, & won't realize why he feels irritation by other men approaching Karin with intentions beyond friendship & camaraderie. When he does realize it, he'll try to be in denial, but his discomfort may still be obvious to some even if they can't pinpoint why.

I hadn't thought much about this before but this is what I was able to come up with for now. Hope it somewhat answers your question, anon! 😄

#hitsukarin #toshiro hitsugaya #karin kurosaki #toshiro and karin #hitsugaya and karin #hitsugaya #older hitsukarin #ideas #ask #reiapost

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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago

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Hi!

Fandom: Homestuck

Character: Horuss Zahhak

Pairing: Romantic (♦️)

Type of Fic: Concept

Other: Horuss has a pale obsession with a member of a none specific alien species that doesn't understand that their platonic intentions come off as pale flirtation which not only fuels his diamond obsession but makes him believe they too love him just as much.

Now that I've actually seen Openbound fully, I can say that this fits his character really well based on what I've seen. I like that you used my format :)

Yandere! Pale! Horuss Zahhak ♐️ with "Alien"! Oblivious! Darling

Pairing: Pale♦️

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Miscommunication, Stalking, Forced Moirallegience, Invasion of privacy, Delusional behavior.

I personally see an "alien darling" as a human to trolls, but you could do whatever you want :)

Either way, when you meet Horuss you have no clue how the Quadrant system works.

It's understandable, anyone not a troll has trouble understanding.

You met Horuss in a Dream Bubble either purely by accident or through another troll. (Rufioh or Meulin, maybe?)

Horuss already became curious of you when he met you.

He isn't quite sure how to treat you at first.

Aliens are new to him and you don't seem to have a Hemospectrum.

Despite this he acts very polite and mindful of your differences.

He's a bit unsettling to be around due to the constant smile for the sake of optimism.

Despite this you manage to strike good conversation with him.

You may actually stick around longer than intended on your first visit because you managed to bring up a topic he was obsessive about. (Horses, probably)

On the first meeting, Horuss has a little bit of an interest in how you work.

He notices he has an attraction to you but isn't quite sure what Quadrant.

Until the next meeting where Horuss notices you're friendlier.

To you, you just see him as a new friend ti be around and talk to within the Dream Bubbles!

To him... oh, he's sweating when around you.

You... you're coming off so STRONG, y'know?

He struggles with being friendly at times and isn't expecting such... flirtation.

You have no idea what he's feeling.

Horuss quickly takes your platonic intentions as flirting in his mind.

Sure, it may be too early to say...

But you already make him feel so Pale....

Any other meeting with him and he assumes you are attempting to be Moirails.

Do... do you feel Pale for him just like him?

You must... you have to, right!?

Why else would you express such Pale intentions for him?

He takes his time to know more about you before making you his Moirail.

I'll say at this time him and Meulin may no longer be Moirails, but still are great friends.

If you had a part in that he'd never say to either of you.

Horuss likes to "research" his darling, by that I mean follow you through the Dream Bubbles.

If he's lucky he can find some of your memories here!

He's very passionate with knowing more about you.

In fact, Horuss may outright look for your memories so he can connect with you more.

Horuss only ever falls more and more in love with you... he's happy you decided to show your Pale feelings!

Meanwhile you have no idea why Horuss follows you everywhere or sweats a lot.

Is his smile... wider?

Horuss would want to show you physical affection but he has to be mindful of his strength.

I also feel Horuss is too optimistic to be jealous when with you.

Thank god he's nothing like Damara... although that doesn't make him necessarily all that better.

Horuss expresses delusional behavior when it comes to his obsession with you.

He's a threatening yandere due to his delusional behavior.

Even when you learn about Quadrants and try to explain to the obsessive indigo troll that you didn't mean anything like that... he ignores it.

No, no, no! You love him just as he does you, he knows it!

There's no need to hide your Pale feelings now... he accepts!

Come on... don't hide away from Horuss!

He'll pap and shoosh you with you in his arms... you and him can be Moirails!

He promises he'll be the best for you, as happy and polite as he can be!

You two will be perfect together.

The most terrifying part of Horuss is the fact he's delusional and a bit oblivious.

Rufioh, as his Matesprit, has the same problem with breaking up with him.

He just... doesn't hear it and continues what he was doing!

Horuss likes physical affection but tries to be careful.

He's sweaty... and really STRONG... it's hard to he comfortable with him at times.

You are upset that you can't see him as a friend anymore.

Just an obsessed alien ghost.

Horuss is just all about you.

He's always excited to talk to his Moirail that sometimes he forgets to keep his emotions in check!

He apologizes for swearing....

Horuss would build you things and gift them to you.

When you leave a Dream Bubble he's incredibly upset that you're gone for now.

But no worries! You have to sleep sometime or will drift in from that Meteor again....

Then he'll smother you with his Pale love!

Good luck sneaking around the Dream Bubbles to avoid him.

He'll find you at some point as he's always looking for his beloved Moirail!

Point is, even if he has misread your emotions, Horuss quickly becomes delusional and obsessive to the idea of being with you.

It doesn't matter the quadrant, either.

Horuss is a troll who's difficult to change the beliefs of, especially with relationships...

Why do you act so upset around him? Don't you love your Moirail? He seems to think so....

#yandere homestuck #yandere horuss zahhak #yandere moirail #yandere homestuck x reader

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bonaesperanza · 1 year ago

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Ehh, but I think that Cordelia winning by force has nothing to do with the argument, because Mariotta in the second passage is talking about politics, not violence, and Cordelia's winning by force was kind of stealth-based (and very Drou and Bothari-dependent tbh) and didn't net her any actual political power. It's more about affordances within a society and coordination within a marriage in a society with unequal rights and implications about child development.

The context of the second passage is that Richard, a young Scottish lord during the Rough Wooing period, and Mariotta his wife, are newly married, and Richard is basically not consulting her at all on anything and keeping her out of the loop entirely. This is due to multiple reasons, one being that Richard is kind of shy and taciturn and uncommunicative by nature and needs to learn how to communicate, and the other being that he's absolutely fucking obsessed with hunting down his outlaw younger brother who he's always been jealous of (and who is the protagonist of the series - let's say that Richard is kind of a Mark to the protag's Miles), and he knows that the rest of his family doesn't approve of this so he's hiding it from them.

Mariotta's pregnant by this point, and she hates how isolated she is from everything that's going on and how utterly uninvolved he is in the family life, which is why she makes the point that she makes - since she is raised within this society, she doesn't think it's her place to go to Council meetings or to fight in battles, but she thinks that there needs to be coordination between the two of them, which is something that Cordelia actually has already. Aral does come to her for advice on his political issues (we see it happen repeatedly in Barrayar), and he listens to her ideas, and he IS very involved in his son's upbringing. Aral admittedly also has a lot more... raw power than Richard, because he's the Regent, whereas Richard is just a random aristocrat - he's near the top of the food chain, yeah, but not THAT high. Like, if Mariotta had Aral as a husband she wouldn't be complaining at all.

But, though I used to find that Vorkosigan passage iconic too when I first read it (after a long period of consuming media that thought that a woman can only be badass if she constantly fights people with swords I found it very refreshing), the more I think about it the more impatient I become with it because it kind of implies that teehee, we've pulled the wool over the dumb menfolk's eyes, they don't understand that we have the power to shape the next generation through Motherhood!

(And this argument is something very near and dear to my heart because I'm a researcher in social developmental psychology lol)

I just think it comes off very smug more than anything because, well, in my view Mariotta is right that whatever she teaches their children, they will eventually have to adapt to the incentives and values of the world outside their household if they want to survive, and this is something that Mariotta can only influence through Richard and with Richard's permission (and the same goes for Cordelia). If women were as powerful as the quote implies we'd have solved sexism centuries ago, because they'd have just taught their sons not to be sexist. And I feel that historically, my profession in particular has really overly emphasized the role of the mother, even though she was pretty powerless within the wider power structure during that exact same period, and I find that really sexist and reductive even though at face value it comes off as empowering, because it puts most of the responsibility on her but gives her very little actual power in the situation. Which is why both of these passages are living rent-free in my head lol.

If Cordelia were honest about what's going on here, she'd acknowledge that this is the... I hope I'm describing this clearly enough, but the Austenian ideal of a marriage based on respect and coordination (of the heroine by the hero) as the only way the heroine can achieve both agency and relational intimacy within the constraints of her society. Because if Cordelia kept on decapitating people as a way of asserting herself she'd probably get a lot of pushback tbh. It's not a viable long-term strategy.

And this is exactly what Mariotta considers normative as well, and it does seem to be within her society - we actually do see a bunch of women exercising soft power in the Lymond Chronicles: Richard's mother is a very Alys Vorpatril-like lady who, once the twisty younger son is apprehended, goes on a social campaign to gather votes against his execution and accomplishes quite a bit with it. She's also one of the, if not the, cleverest character in the series. Their family friends, the Buccleughs, feature a very... eh, meat and potatoes kind of husband, who is only interested in things as far as he can solve the situation by fucking them or stabbing them with a sword, and his wife who is lowkey directing him to go where the stabbing is useful and not detrimential, and their marriage actually works and seems filled with affection and banter. (We also see plenty of adventurous woman too - the protagonist's future wife is more badass as a teenager than most of the other characters are as adults, and has the same soft spot for protecting children that Cordelia does)

So yeah I find it interesting how basically the same situation is perceived very differently across the two series, and it may be because of the tone difference (The Lymond Chronicles can be a lot more... vicious than Vorkosigan, even though honestly they contain like 80% of the same themes and character types... I always describe Vorkosigan as 50% Bujold reads Dunnett and 50% Bujold reads Heyer), but more than anything it's just cool to see how these two women, who are a generation (Dunnett was born in 1923, Bujold in 1949) and an ocean and a social class apart, and both way way older than myself, interpret the exact same setup. Especially because Vorkosigan leans more conservative despite being written 30 years later.

- Cordelia, Lady Vorkosigan (from Barrayar by Lois McMaster Bujold)

- Mariotta, Lady Culter (from The Game of Kings by Dorothy Dunnett)

🤷🏻‍♀️

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teenandbeyond · 2 years ago

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could i request a part 3 of your yautja x reader series ! its such a good read ive been catching myself going back and rereading it all over again !

Yautja x Fem. Reader Pt.3

Decided to kill two birds with one stone for the last of the three shots.

I wanted to sate your thirst, dark fic readers since y'all been asking for a while (even though I'm not the best with this style, nor is it my usual type).

Edit: Low-key had to rewrite this before it turned into some 50 Shades of Grey shit...I got...invested (which says a lot considering I'm not deep into the Predator fandom.) Then I got sleepy, so I didn't double word check :) Edit 2: If y'all ever want to request the prince again, I can do it outside of the series...probably, it depends.

Want more from me? Masterlist 1 Masterlist 2

Part 1

Part 2

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Little Princess (Predator)

Warning(s): Smut content, breeding, jealous Yautja, squirting, size difference, long asf (Might be the longest I've done for Yautja?), fingering, noncon details, possible triggers, exhibition (being watched), whipped Yautja (couldn't help but add a pinch of fluff for the last one)

The prince Ta'yto seems to have taken quite the liking to you, you've become his little Princess to breed...

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You briskly walked through the halls of the palace, not wanting to be late.

Ta’yto didn’t appreciate when you were late, last time you were punished for it, forced to sit on his lap throughout an entire meeting, how embarrassing.

The thing was, this place was a labyrinth and with the language barrier, you wouldn’t have been able to ask for directions. You had to solely depend on your memory.

Peeking down one way, your gaze flicked over the long walkway, “Here? No there isn’t a candelabra there…”

Which only left the walk way to your left a few feet ahead, you stalked ahead.

Just as you made the turn, you bumped into a solid chest, the firmness making you collapse to the ground, all the jewelry you wore ringing in the hall.

“Owww…” you rub at your forehead, squinting your eyes and craning your head up to see who you bumped into.

It was a Yautja male, not the prince you belonged to, Ta’yto had longer hair and he was wider, this one was slim.

“Sorry—Um…You don’t speak English, right, that’s pointless, [Name],” you muttered to yourself.

You stumble to stand up and straighten yourself due to the slim fit and flowiness of your dress.

A few clicks was all you got in response.

You gave a polite smile, “I should get going—”

He titled your chin up with a finger, seeming to observe you, arm pausing in its movement as he took sight of your blooded symbol.

“Ah…I should get going…”

As you moved to leave he grabbed your arm, easily stopping you, he began to trail his other hand from your chin to your hip.

“Let me go. This isn’t a good idea—”

You were cut off by a growl that felt like it shook the palace.

The predator touching you turned around to kneel to who was in front of him, which meant one thing…

The prince was here to collect you.

His footsteps must have been light before, they were heavy like thunder now.

He stopped in front of him, gesturing for him to stand and when he did stand…

You actually realized how tall Ta’yto was compared to someone other than you, he was at least a whole head taller than the predator in front of him. Having to lean down to be face-to-face—since at the moment his mask-thingy was off (you didn’t know what it was called).

There were a few exchanges of clicks, before Ta’yto decided to toss him away at the wall that connected to the entry of the other hallway.

You had to blink a few times to process that he tossed a fully-grown predator—you assumed anyway—with ease.

Then his head slowly turned to you.

You raised your hands in surrender, “I didn’t—ah! Put me down!”

He had simply tossed you over his shoulder, resting his hand comfortably on your ass as he turned to leave to his quarters like he usually did.

You see, after the fifth time with you, he decided you would officially be his mate. You were his favorite, so you had the privilege of sharing his quarters with him. He--despite kidnapping you and everything-- gave you luxury you didn’t expect, elegant dresses and jewelry from distant planets—learning you regularly needed food and water, made sure you were provided with some, and anything else you could need.

The only things that irked him, was one, despite all these things you still fought—admittedly at times he enjoyed it—it was still no less irking. Then, the fact that you never used the power you had as his top mate to decline the young and impulsive predators who tried to sneak and use you for themselves, knowing that you were taken. He had marked you with his clan mark—damn it, his name for goodness sakes.

Ta’yto found it quite adorable when you muttered angrily in English, thinking he didn’t understand a single word. Sometimes you had a colorful array of names to call him, both in irritation and in pleasure.

“The throne room?” you wondered as you noticed the familiar doors close.

After the short trek up steps, he set you down, only long enough to plop into the sturdy throne and set you on his lap. He sighed, gripping your thigh through the dress.

“I…he didn’t do anything really…” you tried to assure.

At this point, you didn’t necessarily hate him anymore, but you didn’t like him much either.

It was kind of hard to when one minute you’re fighting to the death together only for you to get betrayed and get brutally handled by him.

But he did, he touched what didn’t belong to him.

All he had to say was that ‘She was so tempting. I’m sorry, Prince Ta’yto. I won’t do it again…’

Ta’yto spread his legs, yours following along, before you could even react his rough hand slid under your dress.

“What are you—” your breath hitched as his nails gently grazed against your inner thigh, so close to the warmth between them.

It had been a while since he hand his hand there, after the first time, he’d just preferred to get straight to it.

You whimpered as playful fingers trailed up, his finger moving over the bare, pink, flesh with calculated strokes.

You clenched your thighs to stop it, “Not—Not—”

He simply grunted and spread them open again with his free hand that had been on the armrest.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to contain the thin amount of dignity you still had, you wouldn’t let him win that easily.

Trying to ignore how much more sensitive your body had become each time he had his way with you.

But you couldn’t stop the drawn-out gasp that left your lips when he finally slid in two of his fingers, providing you with a little relief after the immediate tension he created inside you.

But what you hated, was that your body was excited, because you knew two wouldn’t be enough to prepare for him, he’d have to give you more.

You stiffened when the door opened, the advisor or whatever he was had walked in, but after taking in the situation, he gave a few clicks and turned to leave.

But Ta’yto’s voice stopped him, he said something you didn’t understand, which they nodded to before leaving.

You didn’t have time to wonder what that was about because then he was moving again.

Your brows scrunched as you tried to focus, his guard is lowered, you could possibly attack him. He may be stronger than you, but move quick enough, you could immobilize him.

Your eyes flicked over to the sharpened spike on one of the sides of his foot rest. Thinking of all possible scenarios for a few minutes. But you would have to bend and reach for it, that would be too much time.

“I—can you stop for a second…I…I’m too sensitive…” you attempted.

Not that it worked, of course.

Then the door opened again, it was the Predator from before in chains.

You could feel Ta’yto chuckle behind you, before speaking to the Predator in their language.

“You know. The thing about tempting things, they aren’t attainable to scum like you…The reason I brought you here, is to remind you what’s mine and that you can’t have her. You aren’t permitted to speak or leave until I tell you. Think about this the next time you decide to touch what doesn’t belong to you.”

He turned his attention back to you who had turned your head in embarrassment and closed your legs, even though the scum couldn’t see underneath the dress.

He spread your legs again, giving his hand access to move, “This is mine. Only I can touch it like this, you could only ever dream…”

He quickly switched from a tame pace to a rough rhythmic one, making you gasp and let your head fall into his chest.

“Didn’t you touch her here?” he gripped your chin that had been touched before, forcing you to look at the chained Predator, as he added another finger, “Well, I’m reclaiming it.”

This should’ve still been embarrassing to you, but it so, so, erotic, so…so strangely powerful all you could do was tighten around his fingers.

You gripped his arm tight, “Please, it’s too much, not—not yet—hah…”

You found your hips moving to meet his fingers, desperate for the soon coming release.

“And every other place your slimy hands touched her... She doesn’t smell like me as strongly anymore…that needs to change.”

Your nails dug into his bicep, not that he felt it much.

He likes that his research on female humans and what brings pleasure was put to good use with you.

Speaking of…should he try that new thing he learned about yesterday? Well, since he has an audience, he might as well give a show.

In the same motion he tore off your dress, your places were switched, your bare body sitting on the throne while he stood, towering over you, before kneeling down.

Which confused you, considering he was the royal one and you were not.

But you were totally clueless to the fact that this Yautja was so addicted he had no problem doing so at any time.

With another quick move, he gripped your legs and tugged you forward, it was so sudden, you had to grab the armrests to steady yourself.

“What…what are you..?”

His face was way too close to your nether regions, you could feel his breath, which made you twitch each time.

What was he going to—your eyes widened as you felt a wet muscle brush against you.

What was going on? Was he—? Where did he learn this?

You yelped as the few cautious licks of a forked tongue became ravenous, he gripped your thighs hard as his tongue teased you.

“Ohhhh,” you sighed out, biting your lip to keep quiet.

But that’s not what he wanted, so he slid in the hard muscle.

You gripped the armrests for your life, barely able to hold eye contact with him as he devoured you like a starved man. And the mandibles brushing against your skin made it worse.

You tossed your head back, a desperate moan leaping from your throat, the feeling too good, tears bubble up to your waterline, “Please don’t—Not that—Not there—Please!”

But he doesn’t pause, he just gets impossibly more aggressive.

He wants the tears to fall, that’s what always happens before you break. He wants you to break.

He adds his fingers into the equation again, the minute he does, you’re gripping his head like a lifeline.

The closer you get, the louder you get, which he likes. He likes when that composure you try so hard to keep disappears. Shatters before his very eyes. He keeps his eyes on you, wanting to see the moment when it happens.

And it does, but not in the way he was expecting, your chest hiccups as the tears finally fall and you shake your head, almost like you want to refuse the feeling, but you don’t, not really, he knows that.

“No, no, no, I can’t…no…”

And your hips jerk, you’re no longer able to control them and a water-like substance escapes from you. He quickly gets over the surprise and happily excepts it. This is new and you show no signs of being in pain, more than the usual anyway, so he succeeded, right?

Then your crying is of embarrassment, you hadn’t done that before.

But he doesn’t allow you to wallow in it for long.

Your breath is ragged as your legs shake, but you know he never shows mercy on you.

Definitely not today since he’s showing off how beautiful you are and how well you take him, that he’s got something no one but him can have. No one.

The second thing different about today, he rubs a thumb against your thigh, as if saying good job or good girl.

He doesn’t stay there too long, ready to cleanse his mate of the scum that dared touch her completely.

You whine as he finally sheds off his loincloth, you’re way too sensitive to take him now.

And he knows you’re sensitive. He knows you’re sensitive as he lifts you by your shaky legs to place you on his lap again as he sits on his throne. He knows you’re sensitive as he rubs you against his erection as you face away from him. He knows your sensitive as he moves one hand to the hip that was touched.

But he knows you can handle it, his little pet always handles it.

“Ahhm! Fuck!”

He growls as you suck him in, your body molded into the form his wanted. Now your body so greedily accepts him as compared to before. He fits so perfect, like your body conformed to his shape. You really are just for him.

“She fits me perfectly. So, you see—ngh—you could never satisfy her anyway, you peasant.”

You barely have time to settle before he’s pounding away.

“Sense—sensetiv—!”

Haven’t you learned by now that he doesn’t really care?

You’re just his little pet—

Well, Ta’yto supposed that wasn’t true anymore.

You were more than a pet—although you were still a pet, his little pet—

You were more than that…his true mate—no…his princess.

Maybe he should marry you.

Would that be strange? He might be looked at weirdly since it wasn’t a thing for his race.

But if he got to pound into this every day, this hot, tight, warm—

Anyway, you were the best mate he’s had…you were fit for royalty both figuratively and literally you fit him into you like he was meant to fill you whenever.

Speaking of filling, you’d look absolutely ravishing with a little bump, at this point he genuinely wanted it.

He’d have to do his best to be gentle no matter how arousing the sight would be. He wouldn’t be able to not fuck you, so at the very least he’d just be gentle and still be able to feel you around him like a vice as you held his child.

The thought of impregnating you gave him a whole new burst of energy.

His little princess having his little baby.

Maybe more than one, how many babies could a human have without dying?

He wanted that many.

“Too much—Too-too much! Please, I—I can’t” you sobbed turning your head into his side.

Little princess, don’t you know your tears only spur him on? He likes when you cry.

He grips the inside of your knee a little more, ramming into you. Wanting to unsure he fills you with strong seed, strong enough to give him children.

You spasm around him as you release again, the feeling so intense it’s hard to stay conscious as you settle.

But his pace barely slows, despite the tightness, and only speeds up again once you finish.

You beg, “Please…I'm done...I...”

Your head collapses onto his chest as darkness takes over you.

And he doesn’t stop, no, not until he spills every drop into you.

"The thing is princess, I decide when you're done."

And a month later he got what he wanted, a cute little bump, his little princess.

And oh, how he wished he could ravish you how he wanted…but he’d have to wait for that.

#yautja thirst #yautja x reader #yautja x human #yautja smut #yautja #the predator #yautja prince #predator x reader #predator smut #predator x human #predator #smut #predator dark fic #yautja dark fic #dark fantasies

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sexyandcringe · 3 years ago

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Kiyoomi might start to love his birthday

Warning: alcohol consumption, not proofread

Content: hurt, comfort, angst to fluff, Omi being a sad lonely and jealous bby :(

A/n: Happy birthday to the two love of my life Omi and @kissyomi ♡♡♡ (although you know i love Omi a little more...), here a stupid lil drabble i wrote for you two's bday, hope you like it 😔🖐🏽 [even if you don't, act like you do smh].

Listen to "Slow dancing in the dark" by Joji for better context!

Kiyoomi hates birthdays.

He hates his birthdays because they have always been cold and lonely, and he hates others birthday because they look so happy, reminding him of his own lonely days.

It has gotten better, he thinks, since he joined the MSBY, because at least his teammates take an evening off from their daily routines to celebrate his birthday in the usual bar behind the corner.

Yet today, he can't feel joy.

Kiyoomi feels his chest tighten when you give Atsumu a warm hug as you walk in the bar, sparing him only a gentle wave and a polite "Happy Birthday, Kiyoomi." He knows that you only did that to respect his personal space, but he can't help but feel jealousy and insecurities rise at every passing second.

He watches you as you lean down to whisper something into Atsumu's ear, earning a laugh from the faux blond.

He orders another shot and hopes that the liquor would help lessen his pain; it doesn't work, because all he wants to do is rip Atsumu off of you and kiss you breathless, but, even though he is drunk, he still has some dignity left in him.

He looks around ignoring Bokuto's rambling, his head spinning from the alcohol and the crowded place, so he decides to head out first, getting up on his wobbly legs and uncaring of the people bumping into him.

He doesn't care that he is supposed to be the "star of the party", because there is no meaning in all this if he can't be your star. The star you look at is brighter and shinier than him - the star you look at is Atsumu.

He walks alone in the dark, his path uneven due to the toxin and the rain puddles.

It's ridiculous how he left because he didn't want to see you, but now that he is alone, all he can think about is you. He thinks of your pretty lips and kind smile, your shy giggles and sparkly eyes.

He thinks of you with Atsumu and it hurts.

"When im around slow dancing in the dark,"

"Kiyoomi!" he stops in his steps when he hears you call out to him and he wants to turn around, badly so, but he knows that if he meets your eyes now, in his drunken state, he might spit out something he will regret later. He hates to see you with Atsumu, but what he hates even more is not being able to see you at all.

"don't follow me you'll end up in my arms"

He listens to your footsteps getting closer and his heartbeat speeding up: he ignores it and keeps his pace until he feels a hand touching his shoulder.

"Kiyoomi!" you call out again and this time he has no other choice but to turn and meet your gaze. You look confused as you ask him "Where are you going?"

Where is he going? Hell, even he doesn't know that, he just wanted to get rid of the crowd, of the disgusting smell and especially of the image of you and Atsumu together, but he spares you this information.

"Home."

You quirk an eyebrow "You do know that this is not the way to your home, right?" you watch his dumbfounded expression before continuing, "And how do you even intend on getting home like that." you point at his drunken condition.

He furrows his brows and tenses his shoulders up in defense. "I can get home just fine."

"Can't trust your words when you were wobbling around not even five minutes ago."

"I don't need your concern. Go back inside."

"Kiyoomi, stop being a child and come with me, it's your birthday party, afterall." You are on your way to grab his hand but he pushes it away, laughing sarcastically "So i can watch you be all over Atsumu again? No thanks." he bites out, his anger and jealousy getting the best of him.

"Give me reasons we should be complete"

He regrets opening his mouth right in that instant when he sees your startled expression.

He wishes that he had drank a little less, that he had loved you a little less.

You have... No fault in this. Nor does Atsumu.

"You... You should just go back to him."

Kiyoomi knows that Atsumu is way better than him; he is not socially awkward like him, he can make you laugh, he can give you a hug without feeling like exploding inside, he can give you the love and affection you deserve.

He hates himself for thinking that you two look good together. It hurts to even imagine it.

"you should be with him i can't compete."

"Where is this coming from?" you ask worried.

"You look at me like i was someone else,"

Kiyoomi doesn't have an answer to that, so he just bores into your eyes, in hopes that you would see the truth in his irises, but he's scared, he is so, so scared that once you know the truth, you'll run away forever, leaving him and his broken heart alone.

He doesn't want that.

"S-sorry i was just- i guess i drank too much. Don't mind me." he quickly tries to cover this whole mess up, but you know him, you know that he wouldn't randomly say something like that, even as drunk, for no reason.

You close the distance between you two, cradling his face between your hands - you hope that his drunken state would let you do at least this.

"Tell me, Kiyoomi, what's wrong?"

and you're so sweet when you ask that it makes him want to cry. Despite his want to tell you all his feelings, he can't - his fears are way too big and he doesn't want to carry the burden of regret when you decide to disappear from his life.

Yet, your smile makes him weak and he is unable to lie to you when you are looking at him with so much affection. You're holding him so tenderly that a tear escapes him, and he sobs.

"I love you." he confesses as another tear trickles down his face. "I'm sorry, i love you."

He doesn't want to see you with Atsumu anymore, he doesn't want to hold in the love and the pain anymore, he doesn't want to be alone in the dark again.

"Can't you see? I dont wanna slow dance, in the dark."

It takes you a few seconds before registrating his words. He loves you. Kiyoomi loves you, you who had had a crush on him for years and was too scared to ever confess because Kiyoomi once told you that he hates the idea of a relationship. You hid your emotions well, at least in front of him, you were able to hide the hurt whenever he unknowingly rejected your touch.

But now, with his confession, all your insecurities have drown out, all you see is Kiyoomi's sparkly eyes and his rosy lips.

It's a quick, swift movement before you close the distance between you two with your lips softy touching his. He tastes like mint and alcohol, but it's sweet.

Kiyoomi's eyes widen; he is taken aback from the sudden affection, he thinks he is dreaming, because you love Atsumu, so why would you be kissing him?

It's only until he feels the light tug of his hair, your fingers dancing between his curls and your soft breathing that he realizes he's not dreaming, that your kiss is real, so the moment you try to disconnect your lips, he pulls you in again and kisses you back.

For years, you and Kiyoomi have been pining on each other, both blocked by the fear of rejection, playing with each other's feelings as you buried your own ones in a deep corner of the heart.

No more.

You break the kiss, keeping your foreheads in touch with each other.

"Stupid, you should've said so way before. I love you, too."

Kiyoomi might start to love his birthdays.

Reblogs are really appreciated!

#haikyuu x reader #Sakusa x reader #Sakusa fluff #Sakusa angst #Sakusa comfort #Sakusa angst to fluff #Sakusa kiyoomi x reader #Sakusa x yn #Haikyuu fluff #Haikyuu comfort #Haikyuu angst #Haikyuu angst to fluff #Happy birthday Sakusa #♡♡♡#Happy birthday omi

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felixthexlll · 3 years ago

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•Little Minx•

[MV|1🇳🇱]

A/N: I changes it up a bit because I was having a hard time getting other ideas, I hope its good if not just send another request. Also most of this was written on my phone during my free time at work so the format is definitely fucked 😂.

Request: Hellooo! I saw your post about requests, so can I pretty please have a Max Verstappen one?In which reader is Horner’s child, and knows Max from a long time ago but she only seems him as a cute;) friend and Max has like a huge crush on reader, and on a race weekend reader is going to attend and she starts flirting with another driver (it could be anyone you want🙈) and Max gets jealous, after the race ends he’s going to ask her out but he sees her going on a date/party with the other driver! Idk it can be super fluff or super angst, maybeee a mix. Maybe it has potential like we never really get jealous! Max but in a more innocent way? Like it’s always dark, possessive jealous! Max and I think my boy can be super cute too, either way thanks ly❤️

[Smut, some vulgar language, jealous!max]

18+, MDNI, please this is a bit filthy.

Since the beginning of your existence, you were the apple of your father's eye, a true daddy's girl. Even before your birth, your father spoiled you, and it certainly didn't change after you were born either. He loved you with every fibber of his being, and it certainly wasn’t a one way street. Wherever Christian was, people where sure you weren’t far behind, trailing on his coat tails in your puffy navy blue tutu with RedBull ear defenders on.

Your presence was something people always expect, your childhood was spent mostly in the paddock with the roar of cars around you and the smell of rubber and oil filling your nose; its where you belonged. Formula 1 was your life and your family.

That goes for the many of drivers that passed through those Miltion Key doors, they all saw you as a niece of sorts. The days they would spend playing games with you when they should have been in a meeting, or the hours of hide and seek when they should have sim work. It was never a problem when Christian would see the bright smile on your face while your whipping around the factory floor in your Fernando Alonso kart with the many of workers cheering you on, you where your father’s favorite World Campion.

As time passed you grew into a beautiful young woman, many loved you. Once you turned 15 you became a wild child, you had no friends your age as your father decided to homeschool you, he made sure to include F1 into your homeschooling education, Christian didn’t think anyone could give you a better education than he could.

You couldn't lie that growing up surrounded by attractive athletes hadn't given you a bit of an ego, it was hard not to when everyone loves you and would do whatever for you. When more of the drivers your age started getting seats it made you excited, the prospect of boys was nearly impossible with your dad.

When the time came for a certain blue-eyed Dutch boy to join the team you were already considered the Queen of the Red Bull paddock, many of the young drivers enjoying your company and chats when the time allowed. You couldn't lie and say you didn't think he was adorable, he was so sweet, shy and polite; how times have changed. The sweet innocent Max has been replaced by the Max we know to date, a cocky young man with the natural born talent of winning. Of course, he deserves it and the praise, and you can't help the flutter in your tummy at his ferocious game face and determination, he really is a lion.

It was the Monte Carlo Gp, and it was your first race in three years. After your 18th you decide to go into the world on your own and leave the shelter of F1. In your time away you made a name for yourself as a fashion designer, already in your 4th years of business you are going head to head with Louis Vuitton, Versace, and Gucci. You where so excited about the weekend and couldn't wait to see your dad. Due to covid and work you had only got to see him 3 times in the last 5 years.

The second you stepped on the track you felt like a child again, the feeling of your tutu and dad's warm hand holding yours still fresh in your mind. The paddock was busting with life and so was the hospitality. Many of the workers and volunteers greeted you on your way through, all of them complimenting you on your appearance as well as success.

As soon as you landed in the garage your eyes were out for your father, you spotted him beside the RB18.“Dad!” His head whipped around at a breakneck pace just in time for him to catch you from your running hug. “My Princess, oh God it's been too long, look at you!” He made a gesture to you which caused you to do a little twirl while giggling like a fool.

You can feel his deep blues piercing into you, he looks so different from when he first joined RB. The facial hair and growth spurt definitely made a change in his appearance, he definitely filled out as-well. The boy that you once where able to look in the eyes now towered over you, his gaze was dark an held a look you weren’t able to place. “Hi Maxie” you gave him a sweet smile and wrapped your arms around him, he feel like he was being electrocuted with how tense he was.

Max could smell your perfume and it drove him wild, you looked so hot in your black mini skirt and RB team wear. He never expected this to be his reaction to seeing you after so long, once he heard that you were coming to this race the poor boy almost had a meltdown. When he first joined the team he couldn't help but crush on you, but as time went on his innocent crush toom a dark turn.

He remembers the night spent fisting his angry cock at the thought of you bent over his car, he was a nasty hormonal teen, to say the least. He always thought it would get better with time; it didn't.

Once you moved out onto your own he thought he would finally be able to get some peace, but oh boy was he wrong. Every photo you took and every move you made was plastered all over his Instagram. It was like God was torturing him every time one of your raunchy photoshoots appeared on his phone. Hours he spent moaning your name just for no response. Oh how Max wanted you, you were like the forbidden fruit dangling in front of him but knew if your dad caught wind of his feelings for you he would be dead. He's been on the receiving end of Christians' rants about your dating choices more times than he can count. He could have virtually anyone he wanted but no, he wanted you; He needed you.

The sour look on his face threw you off, you didn't know what you had done for such a response but you brushed it off. Your dad made it known that the garage, was about to get very busy so you excused yourself till the beginning of practice. The sport had changed since the last time you were last there, it was strange to feel lost around the paddock you grew up in.

Your wandering was cut short by a shout of your name, the face of Sebastian Vettel made itself into your vision. He was standing off to the side of the Mclaren garage talking with a group of other drivers, the wave of his hand motioned you over to join. “Uncle Seb!” He was always your favorite of the drivers from your childhood other than Button, your favorite pastime was spent with you sitting on his lap as you stuck stickers all over his face. “You look so beautiful, I remember when you were just up to my waist” You couldn't help but blush and look at the others drivers standing in front of you. Their gazes felt heavy, you could feel many of them starting at the skirt you had on. “I’m also 23, it would be embarrassing if I was still 1.47m” “True, but have you grown much?” Ah now that's the Sebastian you are used to. You're sure you match Charles's suit with how red you are, and you are sure that you pouting like a child.

Daniel started to laugh at the look on your face. His arms come around your shoulders and pull you into his chest. “Don't be sad Princess it's good being short, easier to throw around.” He has a grin on his face like the Cheshire cat when you look up at him, you are so tempted to reach up and slap it off his face. The other boys around you snickering at his comment, the look they are giving you is predatory. After Daniels's comment, Sebastian took the initiative to introduce the rest of the group, Lando, Charles, Carlos, and Pierre. You all took turns making small talk about each other's personal lives. The time flew fast with the constant chatter, you all bouncing off each other like an elastic. “Y/N” Lando made eye contact with him before you did, the look on his face said it all. He was fuming at the closeness of the other boys, they didn't know you as he did, and they don't deserve to be that close to you. The thoughts rushed like a whirlwind as he marched over to you. “Let go practice starts in 30 and your dad wants you” You didn't even have time to formulate a response before he dragged you back to the Bulls, you quickly wave to the other boys and turn back to face Max. His grip on your wrist is right and the impression of his hand is left behind as you rip it from his palm, your face turns into a scowl as you rub the red mark. He refuses to knowledge you until your steps capture to a halt, if looks could kill then he would most certainly be dead. “Look Max I don't know what your problem is but you better knock it off, I haven't done anything to you nor have we spoken in years. You better sort out whatever issues your having and leave me out of it.” Your words tasted bitter on your tongue. “I can't believe I was excited to see you” These words left Max stunned. You were excited to see him? He didn't even get the change to say anything before you disappeared into the sea of blue. Shit

There wasn't any time to clear the air before practice started, you were hoping maybe he would apologize before he got into the car but he never did. You felt utterly ridiculous for being so upset about what happened, during the whole race all you could think about was what was wrong. It hurt for Max to treat you so coldly as it being you two used to be as thick as thieves. When you were younger you have a crush on Max but due to the circumstances you never did much about it. It was a fleeting thing as you dated people after, or so you thought. Sometimes you can't help but think of him, especially in your neediest of times. Over the years you made sure to keep tabs on him, slightly frowning everytime a picture of him an a girl appeared on your ‘for you’ page. Part of you hopped that when you returned it would be just like old times, oh boy how you where wrong.

When practice ended you made sure to leave before he even got out of the car, you gave a quick goodbye to your dad and made your way out of the track. “Y/N! Wait up!” The brits voice caused you to turn around, you were surprised to see George Russell jogging to catch up, this was your first time talking. “Hey, George what's up?” When he came to stand before you you couldn't help but notice his soft smirk. “Hey, so me and the guys are going out tonight and, well, we wanted to know if you wanted to come. Some of the others drivers girlfriends will be there too, but if you don't want to that's fine.” It was a pleasant surprise and it made you smile. “Yeah of course, I'd love to come.” his purely whites shone in the sun.

The taxi ride to Jimmy'z was a short one, people were sprawled all over, and the party of Monte Carlo sport was in full swing. The music was so loud it filled almost all your senses when you walked in. Sweaty body's grinding against each other in a sea of alcohol and sex. You spotted a mop of curly brown hair amongst the crowd. Pushing through the crowd to make your way to the area they are in. Needy hands roam your body on the way through, the air is thick and you can feel the base of the music resonating in your chest. The lights drown the room and the giant disco ball gleamed brightly in the light while the dj hyped up the crowd and the gogo girls danced around.

“Hey guys!” Daniel was the closest to you meaning he was the only one who heard you over the music. “Y/N! You made it” His large figure swallows you in an embrace, the scent of his perfume is strong but so is the smell of alcohol. You could see from the glossiness of his eyes and the lopsided smirk he was already sloshed. Heidi quickly pulled you into a hug as soon as Daniel released you. “I’m so excited to meet you, I love your newest winter line I literally can't stop wearing it!” You couldn't help but laugh at her statement. “Thank you! I'm actively working on my summer line right now this is a piece from the collection!” You gesture to the dress you are wearing currently, the silk tight-fitting slip dress with a cowl neckline. Intricate yet delicate embroidered silver stars speckle it, a matching set of Akoya pearls adorn your neck and wrist. You dressed to impress tonight and it's your full intention, you desperately wanted a distraction from the racing thought of Max you have been having since earlier.

The others joyously said hello giving hugs and kisses on the cheek. You swept over the group taking a headcount of your friends. The breath catches in your throat the second your eyes rake over him, the tight white button-up rolled at the elbows, the navy blue suite pants. God he looked delicious. He had a hungry look that sent tremors down your spine, you could tell he was picking you apart with his eyes most certainly undressing you. Shots and bottle service were brought to your table, you all busiedyourself with grabbing a one

“To Monte Carlo, chin chin!”

“Chin chin!”

He stared you down as he took his shot, it was going to be a long night.

After several drinks you found yourself on the dance floor, you went back and forth between dancing with your friends and strangers. The alcohol felt like fire coursing through your body warming you from the inside, the sweat was sticky on your skin. You felt bubbly and hazy as you made your way through the crowd to the toilet. The second your back hit the wall it was lie you snapped out of everything. Those blue eyes piercing into your soul as he leaned down to get in your face. You could feel the anger radiating of him, his warm breath fans across your face.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing huh?” His words confused you but you quickly came too and pushed him away, he stubbles back shaking his head. “No, whats your problem Verstappen!?” The chuckle he let out was dark, way different from the laugh you are used to from him. He backed you into the wall again, not stopping until he was pressing himself into you, he lowered his head to get in your face again. You cant help but feel intimidated, you didn’t know Max could act like this, you couldn’t even look at him focusing your gaze to the arm placed beside your head. His knuckles are white from gripping so hard, the words come out in a sneer. “You, your my fucking problem.” It feels like you got punched in the chest, all the air has been stolen out of your lungs.

You make eye contact again, his pupils are blown out making his baby blue almost black, he looks ready to tear you apart. “Why, what did I do?” You sounded small and pitiful, the sadnesses evident in your voice, your eyes started stinging as the tears welled up. His hard gaze softened and he reached up to cup your face. “You don’t know how hard it’s been trying to stay away from you, you have no idea what the fuck you do to me. I’ve wanted you since I was 17 and I cant fucking take it anymore.” You where now painfully aware of his straining erection in his pants, its pressed tightly against your hip. He growls at the look on your face, wide teary eyes and swollen parted lips. Max can’t help but grind into you involuntary he immediately regrets it and makes a move to apologise until he felt you press back against him. Pink tongue peeks out to wet your lips in anticipation, small hand reach out to grasp at his shirt pulling.

A pathetic whimper leaves your throat and you swear you can feel his cock twitch. “Maxie please, I don’t want to wait anymore” The words where all Max needed before he dragged you up and out of the club. You don’t speak on the way to his flat, the moment your inside he’s all over you. Its like he’s hell bound on stealing the breath from your lung, his heavy calloused hands palming your ass through your dress. Your eyes where closes when you pulled away, his hand came up to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. His eyes where still blown out but now he seemed calmer. “I’m sorry for being a ass” his voice was quiet but yours was quieter. “Its ok” “No, no its not.” He let put a deep sigh “I have loved you since I was 17, I regret not saying anything to you years ago but I was scared, sacred you wouldn’t like me and scared of your dad. I have tried to replace you with other women but it doesn’t work. You have my heart and it pisses me off because I cant control my feelings for you.” His confession almost knocked you off your feet. So many thoughts rushed into your head all at once, it made you dizzy.

The feeling of your soft fingertip on his face ignited a fire in his core, he could feel goose pimples along his skin. He moves his hands up to caress yours placing a soft kiss on the inside of your right palm. “I wish you would have told me years ago max, it would have saved us a-lot of heartache” The gasp that left his lips made your knees weak along with the look in his widened eyes. The tension was thick enough to choke you, but you couldn’t take it anymore. Your fingers curl around the collar of his shirt and smash your lips against him. Its hungry and full of lust causing soft gasps and moans to slip out of you both.

The move to the bedroom was a messy one, you both knocking things over on your way but Max could care less, all he wanted was for you to be writhing underneath him. It was only .46 seconds before you found yourself pressed against the bed in just your panties, your beautiful dress now lays tore at his feet. His grin shows just how happy he is about the situation and his hands coming to caress your soft skin. Max couldn’t believe it, after all these years he finally had you, it was almost like a dream. “Je bent zo mooi schatje”

You pulled him into a kiss again with yoour finguers tangling into his soft hair tugging on it gently. He lets out a grunt quickly grinding himself against you, his cock was painfully throbbing and you could feel it. “Off” Almost ripping the shirt off himself in a rush to feel your skin against his. Max leant over and took one of your breast into his mouth and rolls his tongue over your nipple. The sensation has your back arching off the bed his mouth feeling incredible against your hot skin. “Fuck Max, please, please just fuck me” His mouth on your chest felt like torture, any other day you would have love the foreplay but after blue balling yourselfs for years it was pointless.

There was no hesitation from him as we shucked his pants and boxers off. As soon as they came off his cock sprung out causing a sigh to fall from his swollen lips. The tip was an angry red and obvious pre cum dripped from it, he looked delicious and it made your mouth water. A squeak slipped from your lips as he pulled you by your thighs to be flush against him, the look he gives you makes you shudder. The soft feeling of his fingers on your hips has a blush setting on your cheeks is firm gaze on your face as he pulls your panties down and chucking them somewhere in the room. His thick fingers run through your folds collecting your slick the soft moans that fall from your mouth spur him on.

The feeling of him entering you was almost enough alone to have you seeing stars, his thick cock stretched you out deliciously. He presses a soft passionate kiss against your lips as he seaths himself fully inside you. The moan you let out when he bottoms out is akin to a choking sound, he doesn’t even give you the time to adjust before he’s fucking into you at a rabid pace. The feeling of you around him made him mad, he felt like a wild animal with only one goal; fuck the shit out of you. “Ahh fuck max!” You feel his grip on your thighs tighten, your sure that he will use bruises behind. “Y/N, shit you feel so tight” The sound of him trusting into you was crude, he couldn’t help but look down at where you where connected; fuck. Max found it hard to look away, your so wet that the inside of your thighs are glistening and transferring onto him, a ring of pre cum at the base of his dick. A moan escapes his throat when he saw the bulge of his cock inside of you. Some lever switched in his head at made him go feral, the sudden change of position into a breeding press made your breath hitch. “Fuck,Max!”

Your loud moans spurred him one releasing the farel animal inside of him. The way he was thrusting into you was sure to leave you cervix bruised. He felt your legs tightening around him while you uses your heels to push him closer to you, the panting of his breath fanned across your neck where he had his head buried. Every so often he would bite and suck a hard mark onto you, dark maroon marks littered your chest and neck like stars in the sky.

Max could feel the way you tightened around his cock, it was like a choking grip and the feeling causes him to growl. “Max, i-i-fuck” The feeling of your oncoming orgasm was rapidly approaching. “I know liefde, cum for me baby” His hand on your hip move to between your legs rubbing your clit. A choked sob leaves your mouth as your grip on his back tightens, your nails surely biting into his skin leaving marks. Your moans become louder as your high approches, Max can feel himself getting closer, his thrust become sloppier as he prepares to pull out. “Maxie, please cum inside me” He pulls his head out of your neck to stare you down, the look in his eyes fuels your firer even more moving your hips to meet his. The feeling of his hand wrapping around your neck is your tipping point the orgasm hitting you so hard that your legs start to shake and tears roll down your cheeks. Max came not to long after, the fucked out look on your face aswell as the why your pussy was milling him was just to much for him to try and fight. The heavy panting of breath and soft kissing was the only sound that filled the room, he still sat fulling inside you. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” Max looked into your eyes and gave you a winning smile. “Every word” Maybe he was the World Champion, but he will always be your lion.

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG :(! I couldn’t help myself but to write smut, sorry if it’s not accurate or the best; I’m a gay man so 👀. Also for some context, Jimmy’z is a VIP club in Monte Carlo, its at the Monte Carlo Sport event centre (its where the GP happens) and a couple blockes away from Larvotto beach. Max is seen often here and he’s also mentioned it his favourite to the point where he named his cat after it. Also ‘Chin chin’ is a type of cheers here, its supposed to be the sound of glasses clinking together. Ps, I’ve been seeing alot of people being confused about Monaco; Monaco is located in France on the south coast right beside Italy. The main language spoken here is French but there are many Italians here so a lot do speak italiano. I’m also sorry for the abrupt end, you want a pt2 to this let just let me know!

Ciao- F🇫🇷

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cat3ch1sm · 3 years ago

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hello! I just your profile and I was wondering if I could ask for a protective light x reader. A jealous Misa on the side. Please

🥑| im so sorry this took so long omfg bro, i promise i didn't forget abt u<\33 here's ur request, iluu<3 i wrote this when I was very tired so im sorry if it isn't my best💔

You and the task force were on your way to a major breakthrough in the Kira case. Finally, the list of suspects had been narrowed down to one company: Yotsuba. And as even Yotsuba employees and heads began to die, that list was still being cut down. Now one of the prime Kira suspects was Kyosuke Higuchi, one of the heads of Yotsuba and an arrogant and senseless man who wouldn't be difficult to draw information out of with the right tool.

The right tool meaning the right person. The right woman.

After some slightly uncomfortable deliberation, L had decided to send you into the field to make contact with Higuchi directly- to basically seduce him into giving you the information you needed. It wasn't a decision he necessarily liked; he saw it as a little reckless, but with the scent of victory so strong in the air, it was a time to be reckless.

You had no issue with this, actually. You were thrilled to be of service, but you also felt very driven to catch Kira- you hadn't shared this with anybody else on the task force, but one of the criminals the murderer had taken down had been your father, who had been incarcerated for killing a man and his wife. However, your father had killed the couple due to the fact that they were responsible for an office explosion a decade or so back that had murdered your mother. You felt strongly that your father had had good reason to do what he did, and you were eager to see his suspected killer in person.

"Y/N, are you ready? Higuchi will be leaving the Yotsuba quarters shortly, and you will need to be outside when he comes out," L reminded you, spinning in his swivel chair to face you in his usual frog-like position.

"I think so," you murmured distractedly, tying your fitted top a little more tightly around your body. You knew Higuchi wasn't much of a gentleman, so your goal was to show as much of your body as possible without giving him too much.

L's expression turned questioning, and he cocked his head at you in skepticism. "Are you sure? We can't interfere once you meet with Higuchi, and we all know he isn't very polite."

You knew what L was implying- but you weren't worried. As a matter of fact, that was just what you were aiming for.

"I'll be fine, Ryuzaki. Anyway, like you said, I'd better get go-"

"But why nooooooooot??"

You were interrupted mid-sentence by a high-pitched, drawn-out whine that unmistakably came from the airheaded Misa Amane. With a slight sigh, you turned your head to see the blonde hanging on to Light Yagami's arm for dear life, trying to pull the man back. Light's visage was stony as he shuffled into the room, weighed down by Misa.

"Misa- I'm- busy," Light snapped, yanking his arm with each word. "We can go on a date some other time."

"You say that every day," Misa groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. "And we still haven't done anything!"

Light only let out a long, exasperated sigh, giving up on trying to tear the blonde away from him. You arched a brow in amusement at the scene before preparing to walk out the door.

That was when Light caught sight of you- your midriff exposed and shirt tight around your chest along with the miniskirt you'd also thrown on. His eyes ran up and down your body, the color in his eyes dull as he made eye contact with you directly.

Feeling a slight shiver go up your spine, you started to walk away. "Alright, I'm off. Just to double-check, you all will be monitoring the interaction, right?"

L nodded. "Yes, Wendy bugged and put cameras in Higuchi's car a little while ago. All of our surveillance is already in place."

You nodded back at the detective just before you were about to step out- but before you got both feet out the doorway, you heard the surprisingly authoritative voice of Light Yagami from behind you.

"You can't go out like that."

"Huh?" You were so caught off guard that you stopped in your tracks and took a few steps back. "What do you mean?"

"The outfit. Higuchi. This isn't a good idea."

"Whaaaat? Light, I don't see that big a problem," Misa pressed, clutching his arm harder as she turned her attention to you, a nasty look on her face. "I mean, I wear stuff like that all the time around weird guys, and you don't say anything."

"Light, is there a problem?" L queried, looking from you to him, seeming a bit confused.

"I hate to make this an issue, Ryuzaki, but... I'm not sure how comfortable I am with the idea of Y/N being around Higuchi in the way that she plans to. Maybe we should rethink this." Light's tone was flat, but he seemed entirely serious as you stared at him, appalled.

"What? Light, Higuchi's meeting ends in ten minutes. I don't have time for-"

"No." Light cut you off with a sharp glare, and the intensity of it made you instantly stop talking. "You don't need to be seducing Higuchi- you're a respectable person and I admire your commitment to this case."

"I'm an adult, Yagami-"

"Yeah, Y/N's a grown-up! She can totally handle herself," Misa insisted, standing up on her tiptoes to try and meet Light's gaze. "I'm the one who needs protection. I'm your girlfriend, anyway, and what if I'm in danger cause you're on the task force?And I'm a celebrity, so that makes me way more of a target than her."

However, Light just moved his head away from her face, not responding to anything the girl said. Misa dropped back down on her feet and folded her arms petulantly, sticking out her lower lip in a childish pout.

"We'll send Misa instead," Light decided, stare still firmly fixed on you; you were forced to drop your eyes, completely stunned. Why was Light, such a normally stony and methodic character, suddenly... protective over you? And he was willing to send his girlfriend in your place?

"Light, if you want to do this now, the clock is ticking," L chided, not seeming to care too much about the situation unfolding.

"Yeah. Misa, I want you to take Y/N's place, alright?" Light finally turned to face the still stewing Amane.

Now you snapped out of your trance, jaw tightening. "Light, what the hell is the problem? I'm very capable of handling Higuchi by myself," you insisted defiantly.

Before Light could reply, Misa jumped all over your comment. "See? See? Let her go, who cares?"

"Me."

"But, Light-"

"Misa."

Light's visage had turned stony in an instant, his eyes unrelenting, and Misa's eyes widened. "Fine. Anything for you, Light." She finally released the arm of Light, who rubbed the sore limb irritably. Misa bounced over to you and stopped before turning around and throwing her arms in the air. "This means I'm stronger than Y/N, then, huh? She needs protection and I can go complete the mission!" Misa stuck her tongue out at you obnoxiously, which you hardly noticed.

"Yes, yes, but go now. We're already behind, Amane," L pressed, gesturing vaguely towards the exit. Misa waved one last time at Light before skipping gaily out the door.

With her gone, you and Light made direct eye contact- your stare demanding while Light's plainly said he didn't care to answer your questions. Idly, Light turned around, and went back upstairs without acknowledging you further.

You stared after him in shock while L watched you look after Light, seeming observant.

"That was rather unusual for Light, wasn't it?"

You sighed, exasperated. "Yeah."

#help i feel like i will die #so tired rn #l lawliet #light yagami x reader #dn headcanons #death note headcanons #light x reader #light x you #l lawliet x you #l lawliet x reader #light yagami x you

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mysticalrambling · 3 years ago

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Hey there😄😄I hope you're doing fine....I love your fanfictionss just too much and *adorable addition* is just my top favorite atory of yours😍😍😍. Yesterday you said i could make a request too so i was wondering if you can take in a request??😅😅 which is a Steve Rogers x reader request, which I had in mind for a long long time...I have made this request to some authors before but some of them never responded or just weren't interested in writing it so you can too decline but hear me out please😅😅... Ok so here goes nothing....

**Steve and reader being in an arranged marriage and steve is very rude towards the reader and would blame her, that due to their marriage he is not with peggy and how she irritates him, but still the reader did sweet things for him, made him food, tried to make him happy and tried to make their marriage work...but one day when she has enough of all the hurt, she stop doing stuff for steve and starts ignoring him..and also steve sees that peggy didn't love him but only his status as Captain America and was happy with someone else..then he realises his mistake and felt bad for treating his wife poorly...he tries to make up things with her but she now ignores him...His team members berate him for ignoring his wife and he gets jealous seeing someone else making a move on her.....and now he has to work his ass off to win back his wife...And can you end it with a happy ending and can it be long also? please🥺🥺

Arrange Marriage (S.R)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it and I am open to more requests.

Steve Rogers Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: Steve and you are married because the government wants Captain America to be a family ma. Steve is not happy with the arrangement and thinks he is in love with Peggy. You try to make your marriage work but he insults you every chance he gets. However, everything works out eventually.

Warnings: Angst but eventual fluff.

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"I prepared some dinner for you," You spoke out when you saw your husband rushing towards his room. That's right, his room. Even though you were married for about a month now, you have never been in the same room for more than ten minutes.

"I am not hungry." He was quick to dismiss you and went straight to his room. You just looked at the muddy footsteps that were the only evidence that Steve was here. He was on one of his missions with your dad, Nick Fury. Your step dad, actually, because he rescued you from one of hydra base camps when you were eight years old. Those times were something that you have repressed in your mind and you would never think about them.

A few tears escaped your eyes when you kept all of the untouched food in the fridge which you spent hours preparing. You understood that you were not your husband's first choice but you both had an obligation to try to make it work. But lately, it was like you were all alone in this relationship and you felt so worthless.

Wiping the tears away, you made your way to the master bedroom because you had enough. If years of therapy have taught you anything, it is that no one had the right to make you feel that way. "Come in!" His pissed off voice filtered through the door and you took a shaky breath before entering.

"Hi. I just wanted to say that I prepared all of your favorite food and you didn't even look at it." You spoke timidly.

"I told you I was not hungry." He said from the changing closet and came out in his sweats. Looking tired was something not new for Captain America now a days and everyone at work was also starting to notice the change. "Why are we pretending to be like a normal, married couple?"

"Why can't we be one? I am trying here." He looked anywhere but at you because he knew that he would see those damp eyes. That was enough to make him feel guilty and he wanted to prevent that.

"You know why. I am in love with Peggy." The most hurtful thing that your life partner can say to you and Steve just did without taking your feelings into account.

"Then you could have said something before we got married." Panic was slowly setting in because you realised that you were stuck in a marriage that is never going to work out.

"The whole government was pushing me towards this marriage and Peggy was still not ready for that kind of commitment. I was stuck with you." Steve knew that the statement hurt you the moment the words escaped his lips. This was a revelation that rocked your world. And not in a great way, might you add. "You could have rejected the proposal."

"Do you think it was that simple for me? Dad has done so much for me and this was the one thing that he asked off me so I did not refuse. I thought that you agreed to this marriage and we could work it out in the future." Those dreams were being crushed right now and you knew that this marriage was doomed. It was like a hit to your gut and you felt caged in this room with your husband.

"Well, we can not." Leaving the room, you went straight to bed and cried yourself to sleep because there was nothing else you could add to that conversation.

After sometime, Steve came out of his room and made his way towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he took out the food to heat it up and realised that you made all of his favorite food. He was never going to admit it but he loved your cooking. Every night he comes in to the kitchen to eat all the food that you prepared for him. However, he realised that you didn't eat any of the food so you probably went to bed hungry. The guilt was eating him up and he felt helpless because he wanted to think that he didn't care about you. But sometimes, you don't even realise when a person is warming their way into your heart.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Steve was home today and you were going out of your mind with boredom so you thought of asking him for some company.

"I am not in the mood." He was quick to dismiss the idea and turned around in the hallway while still scrolling through his phone.

"I just thought-"

"You thought nothing. Why are you so clingy? I told you I do not want to work on this relationship. You are the reason that I can not be with the love of my life. Please just leave me alone.” He rudely interrupted you because he was not in the mood to interact with anyone. Seeing a picture of Peggy on instagram, he became aware of the fact that he could not be with her because he is a married man now.

Peggy Carter had been the first person that he saw when he woke up from the ice after 40 years. She helped him to become Captain America and she was the most important person in his eyes. Those few months were really difficult for Steve but she helped him get through them. Peggy quickly became his girlfriend and when the councilmen wanted him to get married, he was quick to propose. But she told him that she was not ready to take that step and she backed off. He was still pining over her and it was not fair to blame you for everything but he needed to do that to make himself feel better.

“I am sorry.”

“(Y/N)-” You left before he could say anything else. There is only so much a person can tolerate.

Over the course of a few days, Steve noticed that you were indeed leaving him alone. You were not there to welcome him home when he got back from his missions and give him a massage even after he told you not to. You did not cook from him anymore and he really missed it. He loved the fact that you always made his favorites and you never even had to ask him. You haven’t talked to him since the night he yelled at you. Guilt was an emotion that he often felt whenever he saw you.

“So there is a charity event that we both are invited too. It’s black tie optional.” He leaned against the door as he watched you doing laundry.

“Okay, I will be ready.” These were the only five words that you have said to him in the past two weeks and they were not enough. He has missed you and your conversations. The house was too quiet now a days and he didn’t like it one bit. But he was too stubborn to be the one to break the wall.

“You have to wear a dress. Many people will be watching you because you are Captain America’s wife so please do not go with your sense of style.” He wanted to slap himself in the face when he saw you freeze. Why couldn’t he just have said something nice to her? Steve didn’t know how to talk to you without messing it up.

“Okay.” Sighing, he left the room and sulked in his bedroom for the remaining day.

You were never going to say it out loud, but you were really hurt by what he said today and that day. None of it was your fault and you have been thinking about ending this marriage. However, the thing was that you made a commitment and you were never the one to back out from things. You quickly finished doing the laundry and went to take a shower.

“Are you ready?” Steve fixed his bow tie before you opened the room and he was left speechless. You in a red dress with a slit running through the side was a side of you that he had never seen. So bold and outgoing.

“Yes. Just let me quickly apply my lipstick.” Watching you apply a red lipstick left him in a trance. His wife was truly something unique but he just ignored it. Shaking himself out of it, he thought about Peggy and how he loves her. You both left afterwards and the car ride was quiet with the exception of a few stolen glances.

‘We have to go hand in hand and smile for the red carpet.”

“Okay.”

You were always a little scared to walk in to these kinds of events and so you tightly clutched on to your husband’s arm. Steve knew that you were a little bit of an introvert so he squeezed your hand in response.

“I am going to go meet some councilmen.”

“I’ll be by the bar.” Making your way towards the makeshift bar, you ordered a martini and just sat there mixing your drink. On the other hand, Steve made polite talk with the councilmen and then excused himself to the washroom. He heard someone mention his name on his way to the washroom and that piqued his interest.

“Come on, I was never in love with Steve. He was my assignment from the S.H.I.E.L.D and that was it. I had to help Captain America adjust to this life. I love you, Oliver and that is a fact.” Steve quickly left before he could hear anything else.

Honestly, he couldn’t believe that all those months spent with Peggy were just a lie and he was ruining his marriage because of her. He thought that it would hurt a lot but it was kind of a relief. He was now realising that he was never in love with her. It was kind of an obligation for him because he thought that he somehow owed it to Penny. But he didn’t and now he can finally give his marriage a fair try and not feel guilty about it.

“So what is a beautiful girl like you doing at a bar all alone?” Turning around, you saw Bucky with a smile adorning his face.

“Hi. It’s been such a long time since I last saw you.” You hugged your friend because he was one of the people that you were close to. You actually missed him in these past few months and were glad to see him right now. Getting in to a conversation was way easier than you thought.

“Hey Buck. What are you doing?” Your husband was quick to place his hands on the small of your back and you silently choked on his intimate gesture.

“I am fine, Stevie. Just catching up with (Y/N).”

“Oh okay. Would you mind if I take my wife to the dance floor?”

“No worries.” Silently taking you to the middle of the room, you both got to dancing and your breath hitched when he was so close to you right now. His cologne had taken over all your senses and you were drunk on him. God, it was pathetic but you could not help yourself.

“I want to try to work on our marriage.” You didn’t know if you were hearing things right now so you muttered a silent, “Come again.” He silently chuckled and repeated the sentence again. Looking at him, you stopped dancing and left the room.

“Why did you leave?” He found you at the balcony just staring at the stars with your hands wrapped around yourself. “It’s freezing.”

“Why? Why would you say something like that?” You whispered silently.

“I mean it. I want to try.”

“Don’t you love Peggy?”

“I have realised that I didn’t love her. It was like an obligation to me and I like you.”

“I can’t do this. You insulted me every chance you got and you made me think so low of myself.”

“I know and I am so sorry for that. I will spend my life apologising to you for it. Please, give me a chance.” There were some tears in your eyes and everything was becoming blurry.

“I can’t do that. I will always be your second choice.”

“No, you are not. Trust me, I have had feelings for you but I have been trying to repress them from the very start.” He tried to touch you but you took a step back.

“If we try this relationship thing out, will you promise me that you will tell me when you want to get out. We can get divorced right then and there.”

“I don’t want to be divorced and I will spend my life making it up to you.” He was quick to kiss you and it was way better than your wedding ceremony kiss. “I like you, (Y/N).”

“I like you too, Steve.” You went in to kiss him again and were glad that this marriage was going to work.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I love Captain America and I was happy to write a fanfiction about him. If you guys have any more request, I will be happy to write about them and message me if you want to be added to the tag list.

Tag list: @kalopsia-flaneur, @justile

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vermillioncrown · 2 years ago

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i just reread the dbd loveshack tag, and with the ot3 posts and more recent zl/zyx ones, i can’t wait for the four of them to meet all at once, it’ll be wild flailing on all sides for different reasons the rest can’t interpret or vocalize. like, lwj horny gripping for wwx and his unrequited friendship with zyx, and possible jealousy with zl and zyx’s “friendship”. wwx being his disaster self for his two totally-not-crushes crushes and this random interloper. zl annoyed with how touchy wwx is with zyx, plus lwj’s emotional repression. then there’s zyx who has to deal with ALL THREE of them, but completely misses the romantic/jealous/whatever the hell, undertones of the whole thing is just super entertaining for me. bonus points for shuangfeng commentary

my favorite type of mess: one thing happening with ten million different povs/interpretations

it's a bit tricky bc it depends on when they meet again. i think i hinted that there will be zl in the north or somehow the north visits the south, but both situations are post-ssc. you can imagine how charged those interactions will be in a vacuum - adding on the spice of political tensions and blah blah will uh. yeah.

lwj: on wwx: yes on horny gripping, that hasn't changed. contention due to possible demonic cultivation pending. on zyx: his friendship w zyx will get deeper, and more entangled due to zyx's developing intimacy w wwx (<- not in an exclusively romantic sense). aka more Emotions and ascribed deep meanings to every little thing. on zl: and you know how lwj fucking drinks that jc haterade, esp with how he treats wwx? he will be sipping a different flavor of haterade when he sees zl again, esp given that the two didn't make the best first impressions on each other.

wwx: on lwj: lwj is someone he admires, and it's complicated depending on the events within the ssc. this crush is one he still doesn't realize. on zyx: crush is realized. oh fucking no, but he can't help himself. + the events that i have planned during the ssc and between these two, it's also a minefield for wwx. on zl: wow, this upstanding, talented, serious guy that he met before is here! of course he's zyx's martial sibling ('wow my exceptional crush would have exceptional peers'). esp with the issue of the wen afterwards, knowing that zl essentially helped wq and wn's family without self-benefit is admirable. oh. huh. he's... he's a prickly guy, but wwx deals with prickly people all the time :)

zl: on lwj: how did he get worse on wwx: lol it's that funny, rude little guy - *sees wwx full clowning to get zyx's attention* >:| and then noticing whatever wwx's deal is with lwj post-war, how did he also get worse??? on zyx: kinda redacted because there's a thing that will happen in the next few chapters. but at this point he takes more of zyx's actions in good faith, even if the squirrely nature of them tire him out. and the fact that zyx's still interacting with these northern idiots makes him 'they are hopeless. it shouldn't be our problem. let's go home now'

zyx: 'i don't fucking want to be here, and you guys are making it worse. just behave you motherfuckers'

'oh what, they've all met? lol that's between them and the tudi-shen where they have a fistfight' <- still thinks they aren't part of all of this (bc who goes around thinking people have a crush on them?)

(people with better self-esteem and romantic awareness ig)

'no. how... my neural network was... it was wrong...' despair upon realizing that the shuangfeng betting pool was right, and it fucks them up that they don't even know where to begin calibrating their zl behavioral model

bonus:

depending on other relationships that could potentially win out late-ssc

all i'm gonna say is imagine zyx thinking they could park zl next to lxc during a discussion conference. 'lxc, for as much as he mortifies me, is a stand-up guy. we've worked things out during the war. zl should like him'

and the tension that ends up between lxc and zl is thicc af

and then zyx erroneously assumes 'oh wow is this a crush? do they like each other??? that's a lotta manly tension imma leave'

#inquiry #Anonymous #on dbd #dbd love shack #^the bonus scene was from old old old obsolete writings of draft dbd #back when there was a definitive lxc endgame #AGAIN DO NOT TAKE ANY OF THESE AS A CONFIRMATION OF ANYTHING #i get fussy about it bc how i'm writing isn't like...#like i want a funny plot and i'll make the characters do it #i'm trying to make things make sense from each character's eyes #which is a perspective that naturally comes about when you start with an si #or maybe writing a realistic si lol idk #ugh i have a lot to say and i can't say it right now because things aren't written yet #i don't wanna promise things or spoil other things #sigh i guess the funniest thought is i know what kind of person i am #and zyx will not know/accept a romantic intent unless it is said plainly #billboard in the skyline #a declaration such that they can't misunderstand or be oblivious to it #but simultaneously they hate overt and overly public gestures and indiscretions of the romantic kind #so to have love they must fucking die of public embarrassment no matter what #today verm bf tried to say something cute #bc we jokingly call making coffee 'making potions' now #he called it a 'love potion' and hugged me #you know what my reflex was?#it was to bite him as hard as possible and thrash out of his hold #like a rabid beast #100% not built for gooiness #so to keep with an honest representation all romantic entanglement and its possibilities won't be the same type of drama as typical romance #but it will still be fucking stupid and hopefully entertaining

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pricescigar · 2 years ago

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Jealousy ‐ Frankvira

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Summary: Woods clearly gets jealous whenever someone tries to Woo Elvira, and either way. He would do anything to protect his little otter.

Woods and Elvira went to a small Summer Party that their work had organised; They didn't want to stay there for the whole evening, since they had things to do themselves. Maybe a couple of drinks and then they would leave, that wouldn't hurt a little. It had been a while since they've been to a work Party, due to them going overseas for operation missions. Or being stuck in the Offices with the backlog of paperwork, connecting Intel all the latter. And to finally relax a little at a garden party would be nice enough.

They both arrived into the garden, Woods was holding Elvira's hand as he looked around a little before gently letting go of her hand.

"I'm going to go and get us a drink. What would you like to drink my love?" Wood asked as he looked at her smiling softly.

"Oh I would love a beer bitte, I'm so thirsty… Danke my love." Elvira replied to him as she smiled back at him, it was a hot day. She really needed a drink to cool off.

Woods went off over to the bar to get them both a beer, Elvira remained where she was In order to wait for Woods. She got her cigarette out of the pack, pressing it to her lips and lighting it up.

"Mind if I have a cigarette?" Elvira turned to see a man who was standing near her indicating to the pack she had, she gladly gave him one and the lighter.

"Thanks." He simply said lighting it up and returning the lighter back to her, and then exhaling the smoke a little. "Well I haven't seen you around before."

"I'm out in the field all the time, and stuff in the office with a backlog of paperwork or old Intel that may need to decipher." Elvira continued to smoke her cigarette.

"I see I work in the administration part, hold on… Are you Elvira Wolff? Wow, it's an honour." The man was happy.

"Ja, I'm Elvira. Good to meet you…" Elvira mumbled as she looked at Frank who was still getting drinks for both of them, before sighing a little.

"Do you mind if I take you out for a drink one time?" The man offered to her smiling, he hoped that she wouldn't say no.

"Nein, I have a husband, whom I'm happily married to." Elvira bluntly replied, she finished her cigarette before dumping it into the Ash tray.

"Oh come on, he doesn't need to know. And plus, it's mural you know? I'm trying to be polite." He offered to her, and again still lightly being pushy about it.

"I said no, God, are you death or something?" Elvira glared at him, just then Woods came back, placing the drinks aside and immediately wrapping his hand around Elvira's waist.

"You got a problem with my wife pal? If so you fuckin' go through me, now piss off." Woods glared at him, the man easily went away.

Elvira sighed in relief, knowing he was gone for good. Thanks to her husband. She then kissed Woods cheek softly. "Danke…"

"Another filthy pig who thinks they can get your hands on you." Woods sighed in annoyance, grabbing her drink before handing it over to her. "For you my love."

"Danke my love, and I appreciate what you did." Elvira took a sip of it, she felt much more at ease now. And Woods did too after almost completely finishing his drink in one go.

"I just, I hate it when other people flirt with you, it makes me feel all jealous. And overall I hate it." Woods sighed.

Elvira placed her hands on his cheeks. "Don't worry I won't settle for anyone else, other than you. You mean everything to me, I never want to be with anyone else. I love you, and you only." She kissed him softly.

Woods felt more reassured and calm now, kissing her back tenderly before pulling her back into is arms, hugging her tightly as he possibly could. "Good… Because I love you so much, my little otter…"

Elvira chuckled softly at what he said, she loved it when he calls her that. Hugging him tightly back too and smiled softly. "And I love you too, my big bear!"

"Yeah! I'll always be your big bear." Woods laughed and kissed her head, pulling away from the hug they shared. "I thought this party would be good, but I barely know anyone here… Fuck."

"Ja me too, I don't really feel comfortable here either…" Elvira muttered and she finished her drink, placing her glass on the side.

"Hm, do you want to go to Burger Town?" Woods smiled sheepishly looking at her.

"I thought you'd never asked." Elvira took his hand and smiled nodding. "Of course, I'm hungry… I would always accept going to burger town."

"Good! Because if I see that bastard again, I'm gonna punch him. So it would be best to scarce ourselves, before it gets out of hand…" Woods said holing onto her hand before the two walked away from the party. Before he then whispered in Elvira's ear softly. "Plus, tonight I'm gonna show you you're mine." He winked.

Elvira giggled softly before quickly kissing his lips, whispering back. "I can't wait." She teased.

#call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #cod cold war #black ops #call of duty cold war #frank woods #oc #ocs #elvira wolff #frankvira

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nyerus · 3 years ago

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I just want to ask something about hua cheng's relationship with feng xin and mu qing, but it seems you've already answered it... I agree with your opinions, nyerus.... but I want to add a bit of my feelings and ask a little (if you don't mind)....I just don't like it when hc insulting fx and mq in front of xl....not that I hate hc as a characters, but does it seems like hc were driving xl away from his friends? Also is it true that hc and yushi huang are friends? I mean does hc has any meaningful relationship with anyone beside xl? Sorry for this long ask.....

Hello Anon!

It's completely fine you feel that way, since those are your own personal feelings and can stem for a variety of different factors, which no one else is really entitled to know!

As for my own take on it, I never saw it at all as Hua Cheng driving Xie Lian away from his friends, whatsoever. There's three main reasons for this:

Hua Cheng would not try to keep Xie Lian from anyone. That is antithetical to who he is as a character, what he stands for, and what he wants for Xie Lian (i.e., true and genuine happiness with no conditions or strings attached -- it's love in its purest form). At most, he has moments where he's mischievously vying for Xie Lian's attention, or even feels a bit jealous, but he's not going to actually stop Xie Lian from being with friends.

Hua Cheng totally has the right to air out his own dirty laundry with Feng Xin and Mu Qing in front of Xie Lian, if those two are going to the same. (If they're going to talk shit about him, he's allowed to talk shit back!) Especially since he has seen them hurt Xie Lian in the past -- and the effects that had on Xie Lian -- he is not going to easily trust that they have his best interests at heart. In his mind, they are fairweather friends -- going to be around only if it's easy, but not when it's hard.

There is no one that can really stop Xie Lian from doing what he wants, not even Hua Cheng.

Hua Cheng has a lot of bad blood with Feng Xin, and especially Mu Qing, due to everything that happened. I think it'd be rather disingenuous for him to try and act all polite with them, when he genuinely doesn't trust their very intentions. From his perspective, he probably sees the two of them trying to get back in Xie Lian's good graces only to assuage their own guilt -- if anything. But for all his insults and antagonizing, he doesn't really do anything to them, unless they pull a sword on him first haha. (And also... Hua Cheng doesn't really have any personal beef with Shi Qingxuan, and as such, is positively-neutral towards them. He only warns Xie Lian of potentially getting involved in matters he ought not to regarding them and Shi Wudu, etc during the black water arc. But other than that, he clearly doesn't mind the two of them hanging out, especially since Shi Qingxuan stuck up for Xie Lian before, and didn't wrong him in some way. That's really all Hua Cheng's bar is. It's just that not many people meet it.)

And then from the other side: Feng Xin and Mu Qing absolutely try to drive Xie Lian away from Hua Cheng, because they don't trust him. They don't know his intentions, only that he's dangerous, and even responsible for the downfall of 33 heavenly officials and countless other powerful people. They don't want Xie Lian, someone they love, to be in such danger. While this absolutely makes sense from their perspective as well, they also never stop and listen to what Xie Lian has to say (even literally preventing him from doing so), until they are in a position where they do not have a choice. Again, no one can really stop Xie Lian from doing what he wants.

Xie Lian is also not the type of person to be influenced by other's opinions. That's a huge point of his character. He did not believe people when they told him that Hua Cheng was a crazy dangerous ghost king who would surely murderkill him given the chance. He just figured he'd find that out for himself. It's something that Hua Cheng loves about him, and has loved about him since he was a child who everyone but Xie Lian thought was cursed. And as such, Hua Cheng's snarky insults at Feng Xin and Mu Qing are not going to influence him away from them. He's already made up his own mind about the two of them -- that they're his friends, messy as it is. He also understands that Hua Cheng has his own opinions and reasons, and he isn't going to try and change them, or tell him what to do. Especially not when he likes (and is very attracted to) the fact that Hua Cheng is so roguish, with a sharp tongue. They have times where they disagree with each other, even rather drastically, but they still support each other.

An interesting facet of Hualian is that they're extremely accommodating with one another. To the point where it just wouldn't work in the real world, since that's now how actual relationships are/should be. MXTX herself said in her post-script that she specifically wanted Hualian to be a type of true love-couple that just isn't possible in real life. That's what makes them so interesting to me! They are completely enamored with each other in every way, to a cataclysmic degree.

Which, brings me to my next point: Hua Cheng doesn't really have friends because he doesn't want them. He doesn't need them, because he doesn't "need" to be a healthy and well-adjusted human being. He's a fable of pure devotion to one person, and one person alone. This may be an uncomfortable idea to some, but I think it's what makes him a really fun love interest. It pairs well with the type of character Xie Lian is. I don't want to go too in-depth into it here because I've already talked about it in [this] thread -- so check it out if you want a deeper dive into Hua Cheng's character!

He certainly does respect and maintain a good relationship with Yushi Huang. The two of them seem to quite like each other, and are on friendly terms. She also meets his bar of "didn't wrong Xie Lian" and "actually helped him in a time of need." I think it's a stretch to call them friends, though. Personally I headcanon them as sharing a cup of tea and idle chatter every so often, so perhaps friends in that regard, but that's just me!

Being an immortal ghost king, he also has very limited options, frankly. He Xuan and him are conditional allies, but in many ways they are ideologically opposed, and He Xuan isn't the type to want friends either. Yin Yu is an employee, who has his own baggage that Hua Cheng doesn't really care about, even if he is somewhat sympathetic due to the circumstances. The other residents of Ghost City are transient, and human lives are fleeting compared to an immortal's. The only other options are heavenly officials, and like, lol. (There's also Guoshi, later on, but he's an elder so definitely not friend material. Pseudo-Father-in-law material though.) It's a lonely sort of life, but that's exactly what Hua Cheng chose for himself, without hesitation.

I want to finish off by saying that post-canon, Hua Cheng, Feng Xin, and Mu Qing are much more amicable with each other. They still don't like each other, but they don't have to. They just have to get along, for Xie Lian's sake, and they do because they understand that they all care about him. Feng Xin and Mu Qing immediately call Hua Cheng for help in the Amnesia extra, and in the Birthday extra, he calls them. They don't even really insult each other! So perhaps you can take that as progress~

#tgcf #asks #anon #meta

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minkmousesworld · 4 years ago

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⌞ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ⌝

𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: Omegaverse AU (a/b/o)

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: mention of rut, mention of children (adopted)

𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤(𝔰): α! Mitsuri Kanroji x β! Reader

Mitsuri was an unusual alpha — from her affectionate, kind nature, to her pleasant, "sweet" appearance, which was clearly expressed in soft lines. Even her smell resembled some sweets, causing satisfaction and light joy.

This is probably why many people considered her an omega, even though she was tall. Only in moments of rare rage did her scent have a pungent note that spoils the entire composition and exerts special pressure. "The iron hand in the velvet glove".

In short, she was very rarely mistaken for alpha and usually refused to accept this version. Mitsuri didn't pay much attention to such things, ignoring them most of the time.

For this reason, her courtship of You was seen as funny and slightly strange… omega courting beta? She must be the object of some powerful alpha's courtship.

Mitsuri thought otherwise. She brought you small gifts like talismans, small toys (mostly ceramic or soft), and food. The food was especially distributed in a high-quality way — Mitsuri often shared it with You, and memorized all Your reactions, in an effort to find out your favorite dish.

The most polite and considerate alpha you've ever met. Very concerned About your comfort and approval. Makes sure not to disrupt your "personal bubble" too much, knowing how sensitive betas are to this (usually), and tries not to put hierarchical pressure on You.

After your relationship becomes mutually pleasant, Mitsuri will snuggle up to You, rubbing his smell, which then very slowly disappears. She'll be a little upset if you don't like hugs.

After taking You to a quiet, peaceful place, she will take You by the hand and confess her feelings. You won't be surprised, because her infatuation was evident from her eagerness to Woo You and her constant rosy face next to You.

Mitsuri is not on the jealous side, unlike most Alphas. Loyal and trusting, she doesn't even think You can look at other Alphas, betas, or omegas. However, Mitsuri becomes protective if she sees that someone is bothering You, because she is very sensitive to your comfort.

From time to time, she will remind You of a big baby, perhaps also due to her "baby" face. Until the moment when she starts to protect You, being dissatisfied, but restrained, and forcing the "annoying" to retreat.

Mitsuri builds nests (typical alpha sizes) and will insist on combining them if You also like nesting. If you prefer to be wrapped in a blanket (which is common for Beth), then she will willingly do it for You. It will baby You and make sure That you rest as much as possible and not be distracted by the needs of food and water.

She likes it when You lie on her chest or thighs. They are very soft and you are usually always drawn to sleep.

Mitsuri will never use an alpha voice on You.

She likes to nuzzle Your belly or hug you from behind. This position gives her a sense of security and comfort.

In the pre-rut period, Mitsuri becomes very active and"physical". She often clings to You, jumps with hugs and rubs, leaving a smell. Increases its territoriality and rejection of other people's smells on You.

Mitsuri is becoming charming and whiny a few days before the rut. Asks You not to leave her and hugs her from behind, hiding her face in Your shoulder or hair.

Since you are a beta, you are less susceptible to her pheromones, which allows You to fight back and not succumb to the provocations that Mitsuri goes to to keep You in the nest.

When Mitsuri realizes that the smell doesn't affect You, she takes Your clothes and holds them "hostage" until You agree to stay with her for a while longer.

The rut is always very intense and very hot. Mitsuri in such moments becomes a "real alpha" and puts a lot of marks on You, not allowing you to get out, pressing close to her (sometimes she even causes pain with her power, but this pain you, fortunately, do not feel, because you are focused on something else). She especially likes to snuggle up to You with her breasts.

You occasionally take a break for a light snack and water before the rut resumes. The fact That you are a beta allows you to better control the Mitsuri rut and not forget about physiological breaks.

She loves Your faint smell. You are never enough for her.

At the end of rut, Mitsuri apologizes a lot, blushes and treats Your wounds, as the beta regenerating factor is lower than omega, and everything heals more slowly on You. She's always so ashamed that she was so intense and didn't pay close attention to what she was doing to You.

It's hard to be angry with her.

She brings lots of gifts, praises you, and serves You (or whatever, depending on your love language), trying to show that she is genuinely ashamed of her actions and is remorseful.

The rest of the time, Mitsuri again resembles the "perfect omega" — loving, affectionate, moderately emotional and sweet. Every time someone tries to take care of her, she refuses and, if you put a mark on her, proudly shows a sign of belonging. Despite the fact that the smell of the mark is very faint, no one sticks to it after that. Because the smell of Mitsuri herself is eloquent enough to make it clear that she doesn't need anyone else.

Given the strength of the Mitsuri smell, you are not even suitable for courtship, except for those who confuse Your smell and the smell of your alpha, and only at close range understands that it is not Your smell.

They usually apologize and leave politely, leaving You slightly perplexed.

Mitsuri wants to exchange rings with You. Marriage marks are, of course, fine, but rings (in her opinion) will be an additional symbol of your relationship.

She wants to build a family with You, including having puppies. Since you are a beta, she can't impregnate You (and she is very upset about it), but you can take the children from the orphanage! A few puppies that will be Your children.

Mitsuri is so inspired by the idea of creating a new family, even if she tries to calm herself by remembering that she (maybe You too) is a demon slayer and her life is always in danger. However, these dreams are too pleasant to give up.

She sees herself as the perfect housewife, but is also willing to be a "breadwinner" if You prefer to run a household. She is very flexible when it comes to social roles, and has no expressed preferences.

Yes, they call you Kanroji's partner. Yes, You are Mr. / Mrs. Kanroji. Mitsuri is embarrassed when she hears this, but she is very flattered.

Likes to hold Your hands, especially if you are not very comfortable with other physical touches. There's something childish and sweet about it that makes her heart beat even harder.

She writes you long letters when she's on a mission. They are usually very emotional.

If you are a demon slayer, she insists that you keep Her company or that you write to her regularly.

You have a very long correspondence.

If Mitsuri finds out that You have received a wound, she will immediately become a protective alpha and will insist that you be shown to her. She is very nervous even when she sees a small scratch on You. If the wound was something serious, it will greatly affect her emotional health, especially if you are unconscious.

She cries a lot for happiness when You get better.

After all, she is Your loving and devoted alpha who just dreams of quiet happiness with children and a nest house.

After all, Mitsuri became a pillar not only to protect people, but also to meet You.

#kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #alpha x beta #mitsuri kanroji x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #demon slayer headcanons #beta reader #🍮.omegaverse au #cw omegaverse

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valeskakingdom · 4 years ago

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Jerome met the reader at the circus ... They spend the evening together (well, maybe have sex)? And then the reader leaves Jerome (he gives her his grey coat, what a gentleman) and comes back the next day, only to find out that he killed his mother and is sitting in Arkham. A year goes by (like in the show, I guess?) and the next time the reader meets Jerome, he’s on the bus with the cheerleaders and of course Jerome remembers her! ;) Is that too much? ;-;

Requested by: @valeskaduh

So guys, here's the final part 2 of my one shot. Hope you like it as much as part 1!!

Wordcount: 3510

Here's part 1: "https://valeskakingdom.tumblr.com/post/647442495087820800/request

Warning: mention of murder and violence

Credit: @gotham-swag

It was late, something after midnight already.

You both, Jerome and you, still laid in his bed fully covered in sweat thinking back about what has happened before, all the feelings, the pleasure... Everything.

Your clothes laid strayed on the ground; your underwear laid next to the bed while your shirt and pants laid elsewhere in any corners of his room.

Jerome had wrapped is arm around your waist to comfort you whilst you rested your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was even and slow.

"That was great, wasn't it?" Jerome broke the silence between you with a slight chuckle.

"Indeed," You chuckled "It was worth it."

"It was. Haven't met a girl that could give that good blowjobs."

"Jerome!" You slapped his chest in embarrassment widening your eyes, a strong blush went over face. You were a little shocked about his assertion, but otherwise you felt honored.

"No need to be embarrassed (Y/N)," Jerome chuckled caressing your side "You could see it as a compliment. I'd choose you over others."

"U-uhm...Thank...you? I feel...honored." You mumbled in embarrassment.

"You're cute when you're shy like that." Jerome smirked, sitting up and took a cigarette from his nightstand and lightened it to smoke.

You hummed saying nothing, just gave him a little smile.

You liked it how he called you cute, and that he liked your shyness. It gave you some hope that maybe that this,between you and him, could turn into something more than just a simple one off. All the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear, all the compliments and intensive kisses... That couldn't come just out of nowhere. You had the feeling something was special between you two; you couldn't say what it was though. All you knew was: you felt different in Jerome's near. It was like you two would know each other for ages.

While Jerome was smoking his cigarette off, his smoke spread through the room that you inhaled it. It didn't bother you, you were used to it from home.

You think took your phone out of the pocket of your pants to behold the clock: 00:37

Time for you to go, you needed to get ready in a few hours for your work.

"Anyways, I think it's time for me to go. Need to stand up early," You sighed grabbing your underwear to take them on "You know, work and such."

"Awww really?" Jerome gave you a little pout while admiring your body for one more time "I enjoyed the time with you."

Again he viewed you from head to toe, admired your curves and your flawless pale skin. His view was giving him chills again and he had the urge to touch again. He missed this feeling of your soft skin, this incredible feeling of him inside you making you moan, or the feeling when you dug your nails in his back because he pleasured you well.

"Me too," You giggled and pulled your pants up to buttoned them, then taking your shirt on "But yeah, I don't wanna be late. My boss becomes mad if anyone's late."

"How's your boss when he's mad?" Jerome asked with a certain leery undertone mixed with jealousy.

He looked at you frowning, his breathe became uneven, he kinda seemed to be upset like if you say a wrong word he's about to explode.

It confused you a little, but you didn't give a shit about it. You thought you maybe were just imagining this jealousy. How could he be jealous anyway? He didn't know you at all so he had nothing to loose when you go.

"Let's say you don't wanna mess around with him. He can be a little scary." You took your shirt on. Now though it wasn't as tight as usual anymore because Jerome tugged it from your body.

"Is he touching you?" Jerome gave you a stern look, his tone became rougher what confused you even more.

"Oh no. No, no, he's just yelling and he hears grudges." You turned to him "It's just annoying, that's all."

"Alright," He nodded standing up to take his boxers on "But wait, before you go..." Jerome walked to his wardrobe taking out a dark grey coat handing it to you "Here, it's cold outside."

"Thank you, but you don't-..."

"It's fine, you can keep it," Jerome smiled "See it as a little reward for the gorgeous night." He winked at you making you blush.

"Thank you." You smiled at him taking his coat on. You smelled his cologne, it smelled like any usual cologne but knowing that it was his made it special.

You both walked to the trailer's front door.

Jerome opened the door, you walked a few steps but turned around to face him. With a smile. You looked at his beautiful shining blue eyes for one last time. More and more you recognized that you liked him. You realized that you've never felt this huge amount of comfortableness and happiness. Sure, in an another relationship you've been happy, too, but not as much as with Jerome.

It was strange, very strange. You couldn't understand how you'd be so attached to a stranger. Maybe it was because Jerome was the perfect guy in your eyes and something gave you the feeling that you two belonged together?

"Well, then," you kissed his cheek quickly "See you around, Jerome."

"See you around, (Y/N). Hope to see ya again." One last time, he gave you this amazing smile before he shut the door.

With a little smile you walked out of the circus. You couldn't wait to visit the circus again to meet Jerome and have an amazing time together.

***

Days went by.

You couldn't stop thinking about Jerome - how kind he was to you, how good he treated you, and let's not forget about the sex, of course. The sex was amazing.

Though you still had his coat. You know you couldn't keep it, you wouldn't feel right about it.

Due to different circumstances, the circus was still in your city. On the one hand, you were curious about the reason why. Maybe there were some complications with travelling? Or maybe they did an extra show and had a lot of work to do to prepare for the show?

On the other hand, all your thoughts focused in Jerome. You were excited: you imagined to hug him, talking to him, laughing with him... Everything you wanted to do when you were able to see him again.

You made your way to Haly's circus with Jerome's coat.

As you arrived, everything seemed to be normal. The circus tent was still constructed, the trailers stood still on the same places as on the day where you visited the show, and the artists still walked around the yard.

You looked around to find someone you could talked to and who you didn't bother; then you saw the Ringmaster who was taking his rings to pack them into his case.

He was a tall colored man with some kind of clown makeup: red cheeks. white makeup was smeared around his face and a fake beard was glued on his upper lip. He was wearing a red suit and a black tophat.

"Hey, uhm...excuse me?" You hesitatingly tapped on his shoulder.

"Hm?" He turned to you with a grunt "The circus is closed for visitors. There ain't be a show today."

"Oh, I know but," as the Ringmaster was about to turn around, you grabbed his arm and turned him back to you "I was just looking for Jerome. He gave me his coat a few days ago and I wanted to give it back."

"Oh, haven't you watched the news? Jerome's in Arkham-..." You widened your in shock, you hoped you haven't heard it right.

"Wait, wait, wait...he's what?!"

Arkham?! Has he really said 'Arkham'?! The asylum where murderers, cannibals and other lunatics are living in?! What is he doing there?! Why is he in Arkham?! What has he done to be busted in there?! These were the thoughts that couldn't get out of your head. Jerome was a criminal? How could he?! He was so kind to me, so polite...was that all just acting? Did he play with my mind?

"He killed his mother with a hatchet. You might know her as the snake dancer." He sighed shaking his head slightly while he kept packing the rings in his suitcase "Let's just hope she didn't have a painful death."

"A-alright...t-thank you..." In shook and disgust, you slowly walk back to your car.

You couldn't believe what you've heard. Jerome was a killer: a blood-thirsty, psychotic and cold-hearted killer. You felt poor, you had the feeling you were about to throw up every minute. You slept with him and you liked it...you even wanted to meet him again!

You were disgusted by yourself.

Now you just wished that you could have changed the past; that you've never slept with him, never let him kiss nor touch you...that you've never even talked to him! You just wished that as he bumped into you, that you ignored him or snapped at him that you and himwoukd have never dealt with each other - everything.

***

*1 year later*

It was a rainy and cloudy day in Gotham.

It was cold, your window panes were fogged through the high temperature difference between your room and outside. In your room, it was warm and comfortable while outside it was cold, almost as cold as in winter.

You were just sitting on the couch eating some sandwiches, drinking a Coke in the hope something new and excited happened in your life.

This day was bearing you down, you didn't know why though. Maybe it was just the weather? You had no idea. You just felt empty inside since last year. And you exactly knew why.

You still couldn't believe the fact Jerome was a killer. You couldn't imagine how an actual kind and smart boy with a gorgeous smile, ginger hair, blue eyes and some abs could grab a hatchet to kill his own mother. You just wished it was a lie and that reality played a bad game with you. For sure, you didn't know Jerome completely, you've just met him once but still you could say that this all felt so wrong.

It was the disgust that caused this feeling. You were disgusted by the thought that you allowed a murderer playing with your mind to get in your pants while he was about to murder something behind your back. You were disgusted by the thought that you imagined you and him being a couple, that you wanted to date him... You were disgusted by everything that included him because it reminded you of all this. When you just heard the name Jerome, you felt shivers down your spine and a feeling mixed of disgust and feeling poor.

One thing that confused you was: you couldn't throw his coat in the trash can. You kept it, it hung in your wardrobe and you smelled on it every day because his cologne was still buried in it, then you remembered the gorgeous night you had with him and all the feeling you felt...But then you remembered who he really was and what he has done right after the meeting of you which caused you to close your wardrobe fast and walking out of our room to quickly forget all that - day by day.

Full of boredom, you turned the TV on hoping something could entertain you there.

But then you saw this:

"Hello, Gotham City! We're the Maniax and I'm Jerome, the shot caller of our little gang. We're here to spread the message of wisdom and hope!"

You couldn't believe your eyes. It was Jerome with a bloody nose who cackled shortly, then shot a cop because he coughed and groaned in pain - he apparently disturbed his little show. He was back, he escaped out of Arkham.

Your body was shaking, your breathe was uneven - you were paralyzed.

You started panicking. No place felt safe for you anymore, especially not your little apartment. You needed to be with someone. You thought, when you're alone you'd be fucked. Maybe he remembered you and wanted to look for you? You remembered that he told you, he'd choose you over others. Of course, they could have been just words but now you never know... He was a psycho who might remember everything.

"Some people have no manners." He took a deeper look in the camera "You're all prisoners. What you call sanity, it's just a prison in your minds that stops you from seeing that y'all are a just tiny little cogs in a tiny absurd machine! WAKE UP!"

Jerome yelled in the TV what made you flinch and you curled up in your couch wrapping your arms around your legs tight. Your face was half hidden being your knees that you were still able to watch his little show - but with fear.

"Why be a cog? Be free like us!" Jerome started to cackle "And just remember, smile" he cackled squishing the dead cop's cheek while cackling louder.

Then you heard horns honking, the police was haunting him.

"Oh, time to go!" He crawled down do the ground taking a police head on and still held the camera tight "But dont worry, we'll be back very soon! Hang onto your hats folks, 'cause you ain't see nothing yet!" Jerome cackled insanely but you immediately turned the TV off.

You grabbed your phone fast to call your best friend (Y/bff/n). You needed to be with them. Being alone in a little apartment would just driving you nuts, especially when Jerome was out!

Your best friend was the only one who knew about Jerome being your one off as they knew that Jerome was a killer so they surely understood why you were so scared. You didn't want to risk anything - whether he'd remember you or not, you didn't want to be alone.

Your phone was ringing, you hoped they'd pick up the phone:

(Y/bff/n): hey (Y/n)! Wha-...

(Y/n): Have you watched the news?!

(Y/bff/n): Uhm...no, why? And why are y-...

(Y/n): Jerome's out of Arkham!!

(Y/bff/n): Wait what?! Are you sure it's the Jerome you're thinking of??

(Y/n): he was in the TV...he's planning something... Can stay with you? I can't stay alone. It's driving me nuts. I already have the feeling he's eyeing me from several corners.

(Y/bff/n): Of course! Come over now. We'll get your stuff later.

(Y/n): Thank you! I'm on my way already! See you!

You hung up, immediately taking your jacket, your phone, your keys and some shoes.

You ran out of your apartment, locking your door and walked straight to the next bus station.

You were in a hurry. Outside you didn't feel well at all. You felt being watched, being haunted. You had the feeling Jerome was everywhere and that he just waited the perfect moment to catch you. Everytime someone was walking past you, you felt shivers down your spine and you were scared that any person was a member of 'the Maniax' and kidnap you and bring you to Jerome. You walked faster to the bus station to arrive your best friend's home as fast as possible. You turned your head to the left, to the right, to see whether someone was haunting you. No one did though. It was just your mind.

As you arrived station, the bus came immediately.

You entered the bus as it stopped and chose a seat in the back.Everywhere around you cheerleaders were gossiping, laughing, squeaking about any boy who kissed a friend and such. You instead kept quiet and looked out of the window.

After a few minutes of driving, the bus stopped through a red car from the fire service that blocked its way. Its horns were honking and you could hear someone was getting out of the car.

You saw a ginger guy dancing out of the car on his way to the entrance of the bus. Your heart stopped. Was it Jerome? Was now the moment where you life will end?

He knocked at the door with something, the cheerleaders started to scream.

Something bad will happen now was what you thought while your pulse was running, your sweat was dripping down your forehead, and your hands were shaking. You wanted to cry, you wanted to crawl back in a corner and hope everything will be fine.

Suddenly the door opened, strangers in white suits with guns entered the bus and put us all in handcuffs that were sticker on chains while they pointed their guns at your heads. But for an unknown reason they went out immediately after everyone in the bus was handcuffed.

Cheerleaders were screaming louder, some even started to cry, to son, and to beg for mercy. You instead kept quiet. You couldn't scream. You were in shock and panic, in fear, some tears were already streaming down your cheeks while you tried break free - you failed.

"I want you all to know," you suddenly heard a familiar voice that paralyzed you in shock - he was here "this was a very difficult decision for us. It was between you and uhm... senior citizen bingo party. In the end we decided to skew a little younger. Youth won the day. Sorry." Jerome walked through the bus eyeing each cheerleader girl and pointed his gun at their heads.

With every step he did, you could hear a clicker-clacker caused by his shoes.

Your heartbeat felt like it could explode every minute. You had the feeling you would die soon. More and more tears streamed down your face, you were sobbing in fear, your hands shook uncontrollably. You just wished, you'd come out here alive.

Then Jerome stopped walking, he was eyeing you in surprise and excitement.

"(Y/n)?!" He bended down to you in astonishment completely around him that all the cheerleaders around him were crying and sobbing, and so were you "My, my, my, look at you. You've grown up in that time we haven't seen each other. How you're doing?"

You said nothing, you were just confused about his behavior.

What was wrong with him? Just a few minutes ago he was about to kill us and now he's behaving like an innocent child?! Was what you thought as you just gave him a confused look.

You were still scared though, maybe again he was just playing with your mind as one year ago just to get you?

"It's so good to see you (Y/n), you know that?" He sighed with a smile on his face leaning his elbow against the seat in front of you to lean his head against his hand "I really couldn't stop thinking about you when I was busted in this dirty old shack. The night in my trailer with you...it was marvellous! I still know each part of your body in detail...it brought me many good nights in my cell." Jerome chuckled dark.

You didn't know what to say. Was he about to kill you now? Was it all just a trick again? Do you have to feel honored now that he thought about you every night and jerked off your body?

You stared into his blue eyes, you could tell he was planning something new - and this time it included you.

"Yeah," Jerome kept staring at you with his grin in his face "Anyways, what's new in your life?"

"U-uhm...p-pretty boring...," You sniffed "Nothing has r-really changed since l-last y-year." You stammered feeling odd about having a normal conversation in such an actually dangerous situation.

"Hm..." Jerome hummed flicking his tongue "You know, actually I wanted to splash gasoline all over the cheerleaders and burn them but...now that you are here... I take you with me and THEN I continue my plan." Jerome uncuffed your hands taking them tight and ran with you out of the bus, the other cheeleaders started to scream and cry again and again begged for mercy.

As you and Jerome stood in front the open entrance of the bus, he softly wiped some hair strains behind your ear. With his thumb he caressed your soft skin and wiped all the tears and smeared mascara away.

Jerome smiled at you admiring your face for a while. He looked deep in your eyes, then down to your lips. With a finger snip your fear was gone, the feeling of uncomfortableness faded slowly. Your breathe was uneven though, his personality changes scared you still. Your hands was still trembling, your knees weak. But something told you that you didn't need to be scared of him anymore. He at least safed you.

"From now on, doll, you're mine."

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