#There I just started fiddling and found something/someone I felt was pretty right away

[mrfoox]

Did I get depressed over not managing to make my inquisitor in da4? Yeah... Now I'm going to bed

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@lukanettex2 Requested this.

Fire

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fireman Levi, fluff, romance, falling in love, Levi being a hero, cute.

Concept: You're new in town and have just opened up a flower and plant shop. When a local handsome fireman shows interest in you while getting flowers for his mother, a mysterious fire starts in your shop. Levi saves you from the fire and provides you with sweet comfort.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @nbinairyn @demonsimp6

You arranged some flowers in a vase for a customer's order to pick up. You hummed along to the song on the radio as your heart fluttered in your chest. You were so happy that your flower shop was doing so well in this little country town. You moved there about a month ago and you'd been so busy.

You lifted the big vase as your doorbell dinged that someone had walked in. "One moment, I'll be right with you." You struggled a little to move and felt yourself falling forwards. "Ah! Oh, no!" You gasped when you fell into something warm and solid that smelt a little of a bonfire. "Thank you."

"You're lucky I was here. Tch, you always this clumsy?"

You laughed nervously. "Not really, no. This vase is just super heavy. They ordered so much."

"Let me take his. Okay, let go I have it."

You stepped back and blushed at the strong arms holding your work. "Thank you. Could you put it over on those low shelves? It's my collection point."

"Sure."

You gazed at their muscular back and undercut raven hair. You nibbled your lip as your heart raced a little. You gasped and felt the world slow down when he turned and faced you. You were mesmerised by his dazzling grey-blue eyes. His smooth skin and perfectly shaped face made you weak-kneed.

Levi's cheeks burned hot when he looked at sweet little you. Levi thought you were like a precious glowing flower. He felt his heart racing as he took you in. He thought he'd just found the most rare and precious flower of all time. He gulped hard as he thought of what to say to you.

You fiddled with your cute apron. "Um."

"You're pretty!"

You both stared at each other after Levi's loud declaration.

Levi groaned and grabbed a handful of some of his hair and looked away as he felt embarrassed. "S-Sorry."

You giggled a little. "Thank you for calling me pretty, it was sweet of you."

He gulped hard. "Y-you're as pretty as a flower. Oh, actually more so. Flowers will wilt and die. Your beauty is forever." He cleared his throat. "I uh...flowers! I umm...flowers for my mum, that's why I'm here."

You smiled at him. "You're so cute."

"Th-thank you."

You reached over and held his arm and pulled him around your shop. "So, I have all sorts of flowers here, but it depends on what your mother likes."

Levi felt electricity shoot through him at your touch. "She uh...she likes pretty little flowers."

"Oh! I know just the flowers she'll like." You gathered a few small wildflowers and added some lavender to the mix. "There we are. It looks so cute, simple and homely."

Levi smiled at your work. "You're incredible."

You blushed a little. "Thank you."

"I'm Levi, Levi Ackerman. I work at the fire station."

You introduced yourself. "Lovely to meet you." You picked up your business card, wrote your private number on the back, and handed it over. "In case you want to call about flowers, or maybe other things."

Levi looked at your number and felt his cheeks burn. "Other things?"

You laughed nervously. "Y-Yeah, like a date?"

Levi's eyes widened. "Right! That's what you meant! I um...I'd love to take you on one." He lifted the care. "I'll call you."

"Please do."

Levi called you as soon as he could and took you on a few dates. The two of you were wrapped up in each other. You were loving and passionate together. You were happy and his friends were happy for the two of you. While you were in your happy little world, someone was furious at the two of you together.

You were upstairs in your shop checking a few papers while your shop was closed for the day. You smiled when your phone chimed with a text from Levi. You picked your phone up and texted him back and accepted his invitation to go over his.

You let out a long love filled sigh before inhaling deeply. You jumped a bit when you heard a big smash followed by small ones. You hurried down your stairs as the smell of smoke began to build. You grabbed the door handle and felt it was warm. Your heart raced as you opened the door to find your shop burning.

You felt your heart breaking at the shop you loved so much burning before you, but then the realisation hit you that you were trapped. You dialled for Levi because you knew he was at the station. You had a direct line to the fire department.

You shook as you called him. "Levi! Levi! Help! My shop is on fire! I'm stuck upstairs!"

Levi called your name. "Go to the bathroom, okay? Wet your clothes for me and go to the window in your office and open it for air."

"Y-Yes!"

"We're coming, okay? We'll save you."

You ran upstairs as you listened to Levi shouting orders and starting the firetrucks up. "Levi, my shop."

"It's okay. It'll be okay. We'll build a better one, okay? Myself and my mother will help."

You sniffed back tears. "Yes." You did as Levi asked and sat by the window waiting. "Levi, it's getting hot in here. The smoke is coming under the door."

"Lean out the window. Can you hear the sirens?"

You leaned out and heard them clearly. "Yes! Yes, I can hear you!" You waved. "Can you see me!"

Levi leaned out of the truck and smiled. "I see you! Hold tight, petal. I'm coming. I'm ending the call, okay? Hold on."

"I love you."

"Love you always."

You ended the call and leaned on the window sill. You gazed at your boyfriend running around and shouting at his team. You looked behind you as the floor groaned. "Oh no." You screamed causing Levi to shout your name. You grabbed onto the window as the floor started to break below you. "Levi!" You held your legs up and tried to avoid the licking flames. You screamed as you felt your legs hurt from the intense heat. "LEVI!" You looked up when you heard your name called. You smiled with tears in your eyes at seeing Levi in the window. "Levi."

Levi grabbed you and pulled you into his arms. "I've got you!" He held you against you on the ladders as he let his tears roll down his cheeks. "I've got you." He looked down at his crew. "Lower us!" He rubbed your back as you clung to him and cried. "It's going to be okay."

He jumped off the ladders with you and carried you to the ambulance. He sat you with them and watched closely as they assessed you. Levi's heart hurt when they told him you received burns on your legs and feet, but you should make a good recovery with rest and a few treatments.

Levi sat with you as you drank water and had some oxygen. "I'm sorry this happened."

You sniffed a little and smiled. "It's okay. I've calmed down now." You looked over at your shop being put out. "I have insurance so I'll get plenty for this. I mean, I was thinking of moving my shop because it was so popular. I could see this as a positive thing."

Levi kissed your cheek. "You're incredible."

You smiled at Levi. "Can I stay with you?"

"Of course. You can move in too. I want you to move in actually." He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "If you want to."

"I'd love to."

Levi held you close. "Don't worry about the fire or anything else." He squeezed you. "Let me take care of everything." Levi stared at his team and saw them talking about arson. Levi was going to protect you no matter what and someone was going to pay for this.

[finkinthisfrew]

Anything (Pt. 23)

cw: unreasonably angsty lol

Chapter 23

The automatic doors opened before us, a wave of cool airconditioned air wooshing over us as we stepped through the doors into the airport. I held onto Matty's hand tightly as we all walked over to the check-in terminals in somber silence. I fiddled with the sleeve of Matty's hoodie, which he wore with the hood up, along with a baseball hat in an effort to attract less attention. Luckily it seemed like no fans or paparazzi had gotten word of the band's flight time this morning. 

Matty scanned his passport in silence, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we waited for his baggage tags to print, leaning down to kiss me. Our faces were dark, unable to keep up the cheerful charade the other four were feigning.

Ross, Adam and Carly all laughed at something George said as the boys all popped their suitcases on the conveyor belt that swiftly whisked them away. Matty and I lagged behind, knowing every step of the check-in process was one step closer to saying goodbye.

We all walked over to the security line. Suddenly, it was time for farewells. The boys all knew to keep things light and quick. 

Adam hugged me first. "It'll fly by, I promise," he said, knowing that the only thing on my mind was being apart from Matty. As sad as I was, I was grateful for his attempt to comfort me. Adam was always so sweet to me. "We'll all get drinks when you come see us. It'll be fun," he smiled, and I nodded my head before I felt a pair of hands twist me around.

I was met with George's big goofy smile as he gave me a big warm hug. "I can't wait for you to come to see the show next week!" I smiled at his earnestness as he continued. "I hear the band's pretty good," he said with a wink.

"Yeah, I can't wait either. I hear the lead singer's an absolute babe," I tried joking, forcing a laugh, glancing at Matty with a little smile. He smiled back, his lips stained with sadness.

"That's actually just a rumour, it's the drummer who's the real catch," George said with a devilish grin. Then he smacked the brim of Matty's hat below his eyes before swooping in and planting a big loud kiss on my cheek. Before Matty could do anything, George jogged down the security line, out of harm's way yelling "Later Anna, later Carly!"

I turned to Ross, things suddenly feeling a bit awkward. Luckily it seemed he knew not to press any of Matty's buttons while he was in this state, so he simply gave me a quick hug and said "Stay safe, alright? See you in a week!" before smiling and walking off to catch up with George.

Then, the dreaded moment came. 

Matty's arms enveloped me, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, burrowing my face in his chest. I couldn't hold back any longer. Hot tears streamed down my face, staining his grey hoodie. He held me as I shook, swaying lightly, unwilling to let go.

I reached up to kiss him, feeling his tears run down my cheeks as our lips met. I couldn't stand it, I couldn't say goodbye. It felt impossible. My lip started to tremble uncontrollably. Matty gathered my face in my hands, our teary eyes meeting.

"Do you remember how you told me you accepted this residency over all the other ones? Because you thought you needed to leave Canada to come find yourself?" Matty asked between sniffs.

"Yes," I whispered, blinking away tears that wouldn't stop coming.

"You've already found yourself. You never needed to come looking- you've been who you were looking for from the beginning," he said, his voice wobbling. I nodded in response, knowing he was right. "You are so gorgeous, and talented, and kind, and funny, and smart, and caring, and loyal, and giving... You never needed to change. All you needed was someone to hold up a mirror for you."

I nodded again as tears continued to fall.

"I got you something," Matty choked between tears, reaching into his pocket. 

He handed me a little black velvet box. Inside was a locket on a thin, delicate chain. The locket itself was a simple circle, one side silver, the other gold. Each side was engraved with a letter- an 'M' on one side, an 'A' on the other. I opened it to find both sides inlaid with small mirrors, an inscription written across them which read 'When we're apart, you'll find me in the home I've made in your heart - M'

"For those times when you feel like you can't be brave or strong, and I can't be here to feel that for you... you'll know I'm here always, holding up that mirror for you," Matty said, his voice cracking with emotion.

I stifled a sob, unable to respond for fear of wailing. Matty understood, wrapping his arms around me as I clutched the locket tightly, throwing my arms around his neck. He buried his face in my shoulder, shuddering.

After I steadied my breathing, I hiccuped, then whispered in his ear, "I think I came to find you. Something inside me knew..."

He nodded his head against my shoulder, unwilling to resurface.

"Thank you, Matty," I whispered. I wasn't just thanking him for the locket but for everything. He knew.

"Of course," he breathed. "Anything..." his voice trailed off. I knew what he meant to say.

I nodded, blinking away tears that wouldn't stop coming.

We tightened our grip around each other, clinging to each other desperately.

A moment later, Adam tapped Matty's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, mate, but we're going to miss our flight," he said gently.

"Fuck it," Matty said angrily, "Fuck the flight, I'll take the next one."

Adam shook his head sorrowfully, "The next flight isn't until late tonight- we have to be at sound check at the time that it leaves." Adam looked at Matty apologetically, "I'm sorry, Matty."

Matty ignored him, his eyes travelling over my face in a panic, desperately trying to memorize every part of it. "Anna, I love you so much." His face screwed in pain as his tears fell. "I love you always, everywhere, forever," he said, emphasizing every word.

"I love you too, Matty," I sniffed, holding back another sob. "Every second of every day. Forever." He nodded at me, clutching my face in his hands. "I love you," I said firmly.

Then, he kissed me. He kissed me so deeply, so passionately, I felt his love course through my entire body. I felt lightheaded, but I didn't care. I didn't want it to end. I needed it not to end.

"Matty," I heard Adam say once more.

Ending our kiss was hard. Watching him walk away was even harder.

Adam had his hand on Matty's shoulder as Matty walked away sideways, not breaking eye contact until he reached the end of the security line where he only briefly looked away to chuck his things angrily in a bin before walking through the sensor. He turned back to face me, and I watched as his heart broke. He gulped big breaths, tears pouring, covering his mouth with his sleeve-covered fist. Then suddenly, he was gone.

I couldn't breathe.

I stumbled to the glass wall next to me, bracing myself against it. My legs felt weak- everything felt weak. I let myself drop to the floor, the tears pouring steadily. I knew Matty meant the world to me, but I didn't realize until now just how much he meant to me. He wasn't just the love of my life- he was everything. 

Carly came over to me and held me as I cried, hugging me and telling me "It'll be okay. You'll see him soon." I couldn't respond, I was too upset. She patted my back kindly, telling me, "I'll give you a moment. I'll wait for you over by those seats." I barely heard her through my sobs.

Nothing had ever mattered to me more than Matty. That felt scary, but it simultaneously was the most beautiful thing I'd ever experienced. I felt so lucky. But even more heartbroken. 

Deep sobs left my body as I shook, my hand clutching onto the locket like my life depended on it because that's how it felt.

Suddenly I heard the sound of rapid knocking on the glass behind me. I groggily looked around, my emotional state pulling me out of reality. I heard my name shouted, muffled. I turned around to see Matty standing on the other side, his eyes puffy and wet, his face tear-stained. I stood up immediately, frantically taking in the sight of him. 

He placed his hands on the glass, and I mirrored him, placing my palms and fingers directly over his. I could almost feel the heat of his hands, triggering more tears. He looked down at me, tears streaming, his nose running down his face. He placed his forehead on the glass, the way he would when he would kiss me. I pressed my forehead against the glass where his was, pushing my body desperately against where I could see his. It wasn't enough. I cried, his body already too far from me. I needed more. 

We looked at each other desperately. Then I reached my lips up towards his, kissing the glass. He kissed it back. I couldn't feel his lips, but I felt his love. It shot through the glass like a bullet, straight past my lips and into my heart. 

"No!" I heard Matty yell behind the glass. George and Ross were pulling him away, Adam standing in the distance, looking at me apologetically. "I love you, Anna! I love you!" Matty yelled out.

I banged on the glass, screaming back, "I love you, Matty!"

I clutched my chest in pain, sobbing, crouching to the ground as Matty stumbled away backwards. Our eyes didn't break once, looking at each other, mouthing 'I love you' over and over until they reached another doorway.

Then, he was gone.

My heart tore in half, Matty taking the other half with him. The pain was unimaginable, I couldn't handle it. I collapsed on the ground, crying silently, holding myself. I rocked back and forth, unable to escape this endless pit of sadness. I don't know how long I sat there. Any minute without Matty felt torturously long. It felt like I sat there forever.

Eventually, Carly came over to comfort me, helping me up and guiding me back out to her car in silence. She drove us back into the city, putting a hand on my knee which I had against my chest, hugging my legs tightly. I continued to stare out the window, not even noticing the cars flying past us in the opposite direction. I noticed nothing. I felt numb. 

"The first time was the hardest for us too. But it gets easier. I promise," Carly said softly. I turned to look at her, offering her a smile of thanks, but I'm not too sure it looked genuine. Nothing felt okay right now. I knew it would eventually, but right now it felt like it might never again. 

Carly smiled at me with understanding and left me to my silent crying. I was grateful for her not pushing further, but something in me knew that she wasn't right. I knew that we were different. That being apart from Matty was never going to get any easier.

[deferred-dreams-of-a-ghostwriter]

Dreams Turned to Strangers part 2

The sun looked bright and warm outside my car window, a clever illusion to hide the lingering cool left from spring rains. I fiddled with my fingers and looked at my father in the front seat, and he smiled at me in response. "I know you haven't seen him in a while, but it's okay. They're not going to leave without you. Besides, you two are best friends. He can't be mad." "I would be mad if I was thirty minutes late," I replied. I blew out a breath. "I just really miss seeing him." "And you'll have a lot of time to catch up." My father stopped the car, and I smiled at him. "Thank you." I opened the car door and stepped out, taking a gift bag with me. "Love you, bye!" I closed the car door and waved at my father from the front door before ringing the doorbell. I hummed as I waited for a response. I was hoping it would be him, but when the door opened I was greeted by another face. "Hello, I'm so glad you're here!" "Hey, but where's the birthday boy?" I asked over the conversation. "I really want to go and say happy birthday." "Oh, yeah, he's upstairs right now," someone said. I replied in thanks and moved towards the stairs. When I reached the top of the stairs, I saw him sitting there, facing away from me. At the sound of my footsteps, he looked at me, and he smiled. As I walked towards him, he rose up and we hugged each other. "It's really been forever since I've seen you," he said. "I've missed you a lot too," I said, separating from him. "Happy birthday." It was weird to see him in person again. Like he had changed the slightest bit, and I was trying to get used to speaking to someone I knew so well, yet I was met with something I had only a passing memory of. But I found myself smiling and laughing with him as our conversation kept winding. Eventually, all of our friends made their way upstairs, and we all fell into the flow of conversation. "Hey, didn't we want to go to the theater?" my best friend said. "The time is pretty soon, we should go now." All of us began trying to figure out who could get a ride with who, and somehow I ended up being in the car alone with my best friend. At my request, he turned on the radio, and soft music floated through the car. Although we were silent, I didn't feel uncomfortable in the least. In fact, I felt a bit sleepy, so I rested my head against the window. I could sense him looking at me. "Are you feeling sleepy?" "Mmhmm, I am." I closed my eyes, and let my breathing even out. People often told me that I seemed asleep when I did so, but I was awake, just waiting for rest. I heard the sound of rustling, and then finally the sound of air flowing through a tube. I opened my eyes, and I saw that my friend was wearing a mask with a tube connected to the ceiling, a white vapor filling the air. I froze. He hadn't looked over at me yet, but he was concentrated on the road, which I could now see was a long black line with only trees and fields lining the side. I held my breath wondering what to do. He looked over to me, and his eyes widened. I needed to leave now. I pulled at the door handle, the door pulling open on my second pull, and I threw myself out the car. The concrete burned into my side as I rolled, and I lay there for a few seconds with my breath knocked completely out of me. I struggled to stand, and I looked over at where the car was. It was starting to stop. Fear drove me to standing, and I started to run. As I ran, I could feel something wet dripping down my face. I heard the sound of footsteps behind me, prompting me to run faster away. But soon I felt a pair of arms encircle me from behind, dragging me down to the ground. I kicked and pushed him away, but my efforts became weaker when he slapped a piece of cloth across my mouth and nose. My breaths came in gasps, and I tried to stop breathing, but my body betrayed me. I inhaled, and one of the last things I knew before darkness enclosed was his murmur of apologies chasing me to sleep.

When I woke up, I felt something cold encircling my wrists and ankles. And the bed I was laying in wasn't mine. I felt some sort of linen or bandage wrapped around my right arm and legs. I turned my head to the side, and saw him. He was standing there with an unreadable expression. "Let me go." My voice rattled against the silence between strangers. He stepped closer to me, and I flinched back. "We were friends," I said. "Please, why are you doing this to me? Let me go.” He sat on the bed and I finally saw his expression was of sorrow. “I’m never letting you go.”

[rimii-iii]

perfectionist, not. sae itoshi

chapter four - oblivious redhead

"um... wanna do something else?" i questioned, the fact that it was embarrassing for the both of us was... um... awkward. 

"...sure." he was literally agreeing to everything i suggest, say, comment, maybe he just found me annoying... i dropped myself onto the bed, my arms spread. "like what?" i mumbled, finding my eyelids heavier and heavier.

"just go sleep." he replied, glancing at me over the shoulder. "mhm." i crawled to the pillow, but my arms were weak, sore, i just dipped down into the bed, not even caring about the blankets keeping me warm.

that night, the lights went dim, a blanket right cover my small body, an arm snaked around my waist and the scent of sweetness filled the room.

゜

a thing i wanted to do back in Japan, is to shop. so this morning, i forced Sae to come shopping with me, of course, he declined but with the power of my puppy eyes, he finally said yes with a grumpy groan and massaging his temples. 

i wore a white tank top with light blue jeans, topping it off with air jordans and a white jacket. Sae wore a creamy striped button up, regular jeans, IV shades to hide from fans and Adidas og superstars. 

"let's goooo!" i pointed a finger towards the azure sky, eyes closed with a smile and grabbing his wrists. he could only sigh like a mother, facepalming himself. we entered a shopping mall, with loads of fans recognising the both of us, of course, his redhead is always easy to identify. 

we continued to shop and i couldn't help but to glance or stare at him from time to time, my heart started to beat faster whenever i see his side profile, when he chuckled at my careless mistakes, his laughter ringed in my ears like a melody while butterflies started flying around my stomach.

i'm sure i'm just sick. "you okay?" he stopped, giving a glance, "y-yeah." i stared at my shoes, maybe i was too carried away from the thoughts... "you're red." he placed a hand over my forehead, catching me off guard. why was he like this...? 

he surely wasn't like this before. 

"c'mon, let's go to the restroom, you can wash your face." he guided me, walking to the nearest restroom that was not too far away. i wanted to decline the offer so bad but, nothing came out of my mouth, it was like i was taped over, it was like i had a disability. 

he grabbed the shopping bags from me, pushing me in the restroom while waiting outside without a word. 

i fiddled with my fingers, staring at myself in the mirror. he was right... i was red. like red red. what the hell? i traced my cheek, drawing circles on them, what happened?

it didn't look like i was sick or i had a fever... no, not that kind of red. it looked like i was blushing...

too hard.

no.

no way.

no fucking way.

i swear to god, he's a pain in the ass!

how on earth could i fall for him?

especially now?

゜

we headed back to the hotel, but i could stop thinking about that. just what is wrong with me? that redhead has literally the worst hairstyle anyone could have, and yet, he looked like a red flag for being an annoyance.

and yet, now i've fallen for him? now i was siting on the chair, resting my chin on the centre of my palms and he was covering my mind. 

after he took his time in the shower, it was my time. like every other night, i did my routine. until i came out, seeing Sae with his legs crossed, perhaps waiting for me?

"come sit here." he patted the space that was in front of him, i obeyed and found my eyes anywhere but on his pretty face.

"is there something going on?" he predicted, i felt like my feelings were just too complex now, i couldn't even put it in words.

"i-i..." i stuttered, finding words for my sentence, it felt like digging a dictionary out of my mind. if i just tell him, but don't tell him that it's him, will it be okay?

"i-i think... i like someone..." i blushed, scratching my scalp, i stole a glance at him.

for him, it looked like his world shattered, but his facial expressions said nothing, barely anything actually. "you've been thinking about him...?" he spoke up, his head was down but his fist was supporting his chin. "y-yeah." 

i was thinking about you the whole day, dumbass. 

"do i know him?" his tone was kept calm, "i-i guess so..." i found myself staring into his hues, lost in the abyss. "hm. i guess you better confess, he'll be lucky to have you." he looked away.

no way...

was he jealous...?!

[wrathfulmercy]

What was she even talking about? Sometimes Rick wondered if they even spoke the same language, cause in moments like these where his mind had been empty, he couldn’t process all the emotions that flooded him when he looked into her gorgeous eyes. The heartbreak he found in them was terrifying and nervously Rick started to fiddle with his fingers while a frown appeared on his forehead. Did she really want this to go that way?

“Let you go? What the fuck are you even talking about?” Well maybe he indeed had felt it, the way she evaded his gaze and flinched away from him like she wanted to protect herself from the painful connection they developed. Rick was well aware that most of this was his fault alone cause Eloise had never been unclear about her feelings it was just him that couldn’t handle them and feared them like nothing else in the world. Even now standing in front of her and in her reach it felt like she slipped away and the pain this caused on his heart was definitely one he couldn’t bear again. “Don’t, Eloise. You really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Why couldn’t she understand his inner struggles? Why couldn’t she see in the way he cherished her, in the way he touched and pleased her, hold her in his arms that loving her had never been the question. Rick was sure that he fell for her right away in fact but he just didn’t dare to word it after all these years of constant loss and pain. “You don’t accuse me of something that’s utter rubbish. A story you made up in your mind about me just to have a reason to hate me. Just to make it easier to leave.” His hand slipped away from the door, instead he rested them on his hips when he raised his brow at her. Was she really painting him as the bad guy here just to have a reason to go?

“I understand that this is hard for you but did it ever occur to you that it’s not even quite easy for myself? Do you even know how fucking hard it is for me to love you? To love you so much that I lose my sleep in worries about losing you and the constant fear of rejection if I just do another mistake? If anything I might love you too much cause it fucking drives me insane. Do you even know how much it burdens me to love someone more than the rest of them without showing it? What guilt it brings to me? That is my burden, not you. It seems that you’re not getting that into your pretty head, do you? And yes, that makes you a fool indeed.” A disparaging scoff escaped his lips before he approached her, his index finger pointed at her chest. “You can accuse me of anything Eloise and it wouldn’t change a thing. But accusing me of not loving you… well, that’s something I didn’t expect from you and it fucking hurts. Just for your info.”

Angrily he turnt away, unable to face her further unless he wanted to reveal his tears to her. “I’m gonna start the fire. The sooner we get out of here the better.” Without looking back Rick wiped his knuckles over his eyes to push away the tears and went downstairs again to find the needed material for the fire while the snow kept falling outside of the dirty windows. If Eloise really decided to leave him as soon as they stepped out of here, then this fucking weather would be the last of his problems, that much was clear. And maybe he even wished for the snow to fall harder, just to make him have her a little longer. He couldn’t lose her.

don't look back

[x] continued from here

Eloise never considered herself a reckless person despite one to claim a heart of dramatics. She was cautious, thoughtful and steadfast and perhaps that's what drew the two together. Stubborn and firm in beliefs that could result in survival in this world. But whatever fool fell abandon at the entrance Rick Grimes had in her life. The very sight of him leaves her heart beating at a rate much faster than even walkers assume. She has fallen head over heels and rushed at the sight of comfort, desire and humanity. A vulnerability that only two people share ever so closely at the mere touch of a whisper. But now the look leaves her to sit in the guilt of loving someone who cannot love back. There is no blame per se, but it cannot take away her hurt or anger.

So, she attempts distraction in a rushed break upstairs with notably little regard for possible dangers to be hand. It's stupid and perhaps it goes deeper in the harsh weakness she carries with trust. Something that was taken away and dwindled for a long time since Terminus but was found and resurrected in her time with Rick. Tears threaten to burn quickly turns into an empty bedroom and searches for that very distraction in a closet. If she had declined his help or left earlier, perhaps they wouldn't be in this mess. But then there's the reality if she were alone, trapped and snowed in for who knows how long. And if no one knew where she was or any promise of a return. Would the group just write it off as a mistake and wait it out or forget altogether. This isn't a world that graces the right to be remembered.

But, it's those footsteps, ones she could recognize in a crowd, and the voice searching for that nearly causes her to hunch over in defeat. 'There you are' as if he was truly looking for, as if he sought for her, worried about her, or even cared. The flux of anger returns as she does as she's told, dropping the blanket and standing up to face him--look him in the eyes. "Like this? Is this what you want?" The look he is met is one of heartbreak, fighting back tears and a quivering lip. "I didn't ask you to come. I didn't ask for this. But I'm just a fucking fool, right?" Her arms rise and fall, hitting her thighs. "It's actually too painful...to look at you. Especially like that...I don't want your pity. I don't want us to be like this? But, I can't...turn off the way that I feel about you. But I also can't look at the man who knows that I love him but doesn't love me back. Not after all we've done."

And if she were brutally honest, she was planning to leave. Without much of a word or goodbye. There'd be a note left at his bedside but that's it. She wanted to rid of him of his burden. To longer be forced to deal with whatever weakness she may have been for him. It wasn't fair for either of him, so this was supposed be their way out. But then he found her leaving, asked where she was going and when she said a supply run, he insisted on coming with. And now, they were trapped once again. Did he know what he was stopping?

"You should've let me go. So, I could rid you of this burden."

@wrathfulmercy

[etsuven]

uhh totally unbiased but xiao would look GORGEOUS in a skirt. have you sEEN that mans waist holy shit homedawg omg. xiao (〃ω〃)

omg you’re so right <3 anyways here’s smut i need to write about this- sorry that i answered this so late i had it in my drafts for like forever but never finished it until today skhdjsjsksm

rating: smut ofc

this takes place in a modern au maybe??? idk dhskndjddn i just wanna see him in a skirt. also maybe ooc xiao!

there’s a lot of slow teasing in this because i love slow teasing ugh the tension

“this… this is embarrassing.” xiao fiddled with his outfit, staring at himself in the mirror as he contemplated changing before you came home.

around two weeks ago, you had brought up how you thought boys wearing skirts was pretty hot. ‘easy access’ you called it. xiao felt himself blush as he remembered the rant you had.

being someone who wanted your attention more than he dared to admit, xiao decided that the best choice would be to dress in one and let you indulge in your fantasies. but what he didn’t realize was that it would be super embarrassing.

of course, since xiao had told you nothing of his plan, you had no idea what was waiting for you when you stepped through the door of your shared apartment. it was quiet, which wasn’t that unusual, but you still yelled out for him in case he was home. (you didn’t want him to think you were an intruder!)

“xiao, sweetheart! i’m home!” you took your time at the front of the door, doing whatever you needed to do before finally stepping into the main area. a small and muffled ‘i’m here’ echoed through the home, and you found yourself wondering why there was a bit of strain to it. you hoped he wasn’t doing something he wasn’t supposed to…

placing your bag next to the couch, you began to walk towards the main bedroom, your steps slower than usual just in case he had to make himself presentable. you slowly opened the door, expecting to see xiao covering himself up or something…

but instead you were met with a prettier sight.

xiao was sitting on the bed, looking to the side with a furious blush on his face. his hands were balled up beside him, and you found your eyes trailing lower from the cropped white shirt to his waist and the pretty skirt that clung to it.

“xiao, what…” you trailed off in disbelief, trying to ignore the ache that had suddenly appeared in between your legs. your boyfriend glanced at you, his eyes widening as he began to notice the effect he had on you.

“you mentioned something about guys wearing… skirts,” his legs unconsciously closed, thighs squeezing together as the situation dawned on him. thanks to the thin fabric he was wearing, you could do anything to him… strangely, he wanted that. “so i bought one… do you like it?”

with a quick nod, you walked towards him, placing a warm hand on his cheek before leaning down to connect your lips. the kiss started off sweet at first- a simple ‘i missed you’ after coming home from work.

it would have gotten more passionate if you hadn’t pulled away, not wanting to spoil the main surprise for yourself.

“come here, love.” climbing on the bed, you gestured for xiao to come closer, laughing slightly as he weakly wobbled over to you. he climbed on top of you, one leg on each side before finally settling on your lap.

you gave him another quick kiss before leaning over to the nightstand and pulling out his favorite toy, a vibrator that made him plead and beg every time you used it. xiao’s thighs tensed a bit around you, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see the fabric of his skirt twitch a bit. was he even wearing anything under that?…

placing a hand on his chest, you gently pushed him down, taking note of how your lover made sure to keep the skirt down. “i’ve seen you naked many times now…” you commented, a teasing smile on your face.

xiao rolled his eyes, choosing to stay quiet. the blush from earlier was still on his face, though it wasn’t as prominent as it was earlier. suddenly, your hand was on his thigh, and he found himself tensing at the feeling.

“ah, sorry.” you rubbed up and down his leg, occasionally squeezing at the flesh. each time you got closer to where xiao really wanted your hand, but without fail, you would manage to stop just before the area.

‘what a tease.’ he thought.

you always did this, so he should be used to it. even when the two of you first started having sex, you would always find a way to tease the poor man- whether it be edging him before he ever got to cum, or placing lingering and light touches upon him and walking away before anything ever came of it.

not that he didn’t like it, he just wanted you to get to the point sometimes. luckily he didn’t have to wait that long today.

your fingers grazed the hem of his skirt, stopping just before the sensitive skin of his upper thigh. “can i?” and like always, you asked for permission before doing anything else. xiao found himself nodding quickly, his breaths quickening once you finally went past the thin barrier.

the next few minutes went by slower than he liked. while you did end up touching his cock like he wanted, it was only a few strokes before you took your hand off of it and continued with your teasing. xiao felt a while leave his throat, squirming when both of your hands instead found themselves on his pretty waist.

you made sure to slowly drag your nails up and down his sides, alternating between the front and back of his body. he pleaded and begged for you to just touch him, but you blissfully ignored his pleads. for now, at least…

once you were satisfied with your teasing, you flipped up xiao’s skirt, grinning at the cute little gasp he let out. his cock was fully hard at this point, twitching slightly with precum leaking out of the tip. the head was a pretty shade of pink, and you found yourself licking your lips at the sight.

grabbing the vibrator from beside you, you tapped it against xiao’s tip, watching as he flinched at the light contact. “hmm.. you’ve gone a bit far from me, baby.” and indeed he had. during the attack on his waist, xiao had managed to wiggle a few inches away from your body. that wouldn’t do…

grasping his thighs, you pulled him closer to you, laughing at the yelp he let out at you suddenly manhandling him. smiling slightly, you flipped the switch and once again placed the toy against his cock, watching in satisfaction at the pretty arch he made from the contact.

“hah- oh, fuck!” xiao squeezed his eyes shut, his arms flying out in an attempt to grasp onto something. and that something happened to be your thighs that his back was now resting on. little whimpers left his mouth in his attempts to keep his moans in, and occasionally his thighs would squeeze around your hips when he found a particular vibration satisfying.

you watched in awe, eyes wandering around his body. he was so pretty, honestly. pretty lips stuck in an ‘O’ shape, pretty eyes and eyelashes brimming with tears, pretty waist on display for you and only you to touch. goodness, what did you do to deserve him?

“(y-y/n), please! it’s too much, i can’t-!” feeling yourself smile, you glanced down at his hips, taking note of how he had started to grind against you. the thing is- with xiao, vibrators had always seemed to be a bit too much for him. he could handle handjobs and blowjobs, but as soon as it came to using a vibrator, he always seemed to be more sensitive.

but even though he says the toy is too much, he always seems to pick it whenever it’s time for you to play.

“it’s too much, hmm?” xiao flinched at the teasing tone in your voice, forcing his eyes open in order to look at your face. you dragged the vibrator up, brushing it against his tip and watching as he dragged his hips further into you. “it’s too much, and yet- you’re still grinding against me.”

xiao’s eyes widened as he looked away in embarrassment. in his defense, he couldn’t help it! the vibrations were so strong, and it didn’t help that you set it to his favorite pattern. so technically it was your fault! but he knew better than to say that to your face.

“i know but-“ there was a light squeeze at your thighs. you placed a hand on his, squeezing back in reassurance. “it feels so good, and i’m gonna cum!”

removing your hand from his, you placed it on his cheek, rubbing at the soft flesh. they were soft, and even a bit chubby in some spots. you always found it cute. “are you going to be a good boy and cum for me?”

your lover nodded, his dark hair moving slightly- save for a few sweaty strands that were stuck on his forehead. a little noise of acknowledgment left his mouth, and you deemed it enough to finally give him what he wanted.

wrapping your hand around his cock, you began to jerk him off along with the vibrations. xiao began to wiggle again, giving up on holding back his moans. his hand grabbed at your wrist as if he were trying to get you to stop, but you continued.

you took note of his body language as you teased his cock. his lower stomach and thighs were tensing, and his head was thrown back in pleasure. there was an intense blush on his face, and the redness seemed to spread past his neck and down his shirt.

suddenly, his hand flew up to clutch at the sheets beside his head, and his thighs began to tense around your hips. “s-shit, i’m gonna!-” his back arched as he moaned loudly, cum spilling out of his pretty cock.

you continued to touch him through his orgasm, watching in amusement as he squirmed and whimpered at the slight overstimulation. once you felt that you had teased him enough, you turned off the vibrator- which made him let out a sigh of relief.

“c’mere, sweetheart…” you placed your hands on his hips, helping him sit up and lay down next to you. he was panting softly, covering his pink face with his hands. your eyes trailed down his body. there was cum on his stomach, and some of it had even managed to reach the hem of his shirt.

the thought of cleaning him up in a certain way graced your mind, but you figured that he had had enough teasing for the day. “you okay?” you began to run your fingers through his hair, smiling as he leaned into your touch.

“i’m fine, just a bit tired…” he whispered, unconsciously nuzzling into the crook of your neck. usually he was too embarrassed to do something like this, but maybe his mind was too foggy from the orgasm to really rationalize what he was doing. either way you didn’t mind.

you laid a small kiss upon his shoulder before sitting up. xiao grabbed at you, a whimper leaving his mouth at the loss of warmth. you resisted the urge to aww at him, instead comforting him with your words. “i’m going to get something to clean you up with, okay? i’ll be right back.”

once xiao acknowledged what you were doing, you went to grab some materials. a wet cloth to clean him, a bottle of water, and a change of clothes. you came back a minute or so later, taking the time to make sure he was all clean and changed before laying back down next to him.

he once again buried his face in your neck, causing you to laugh at the feeling. you stayed quiet for a bit, not wanting to break the comforting silence paired with the sound of your lovers soft breathing. but then you felt lips moving against your neck.

“…love you…”

your eyes widened in shock. xiao usually wasn’t the type to say things like this first. you were normally the one to initiate things. a soft laugh left your lips, and you grabbed at xiao’s hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing slightly at his hand.

“i love you too, xiao….” the two of you then continued to lay in silence, wrapped in each others arms as you finally fell asleep…

[nahoney22]

hey, honey! hope life is treating you well. could i request friends idiots to lovers, mutual pining with fives and female reader? whether nsfw or sfw is up to you. much love xx

I Need To Tell You Something***

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Fives X F!Reader

word count: 4k

Fives is always going away on a missions but when he tells you he could be gone for months and months, will either of you have the courage to pluck up the truth before it’s too late?

warnings: SMUT. NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content. Idiots in love, slight angst at the start and mentions of war. Reader receiving, p in v sex, creampie, praising, swearing.

A/N: bestie life is treating me just grand and to have a Fives request has made it so much better. Hope you enjoy @jambolska-grozdova ♥️

Masterlist 🤍

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

You had sworn that you would never fall for a member of the GAR. You swore that you would never fall for a Clone. You swore you would never fall for damn Arc Trooper Fives.

When the heart wrenching realisation came to surface that you had in fact fallen for him, not only a Clone but your best friend, you knew you were in trouble.

It had been emerging over the last few weeks and today just highlighted it fully.

When you were working in the Medbay, you got the most extreme wave of butterflies you had ever gotten when you saw him come in. He was smiling and he was looking right at you, calling out your name that made your skin tingle.

Appearing dazed, he grows concerned that you were feeling unwell since you didn’t even reply. Instead, you just stared at him with your mouth agape.

“You alright there? Feeling okay?” He furrows his brows, slipping his hand out of his glove effortlessly and pressing the back of his hand to your forehead.

Your heart was racing and you found that you could no longer look at him. Did he always have eyes that were so sultry looking? Glazing hues of honey that you found yourself drowning in?

You nod quickly and shrug it off with a laugh once you realise that you had just stood gawking at him. “Oh me? I’m fine. How’re you doing today?”

He removes his hand and slides his glove back on again, slowly nodding his head as he knew you were acting a little odd. “Right… but I’m good. All the best for seeing you anyway, cyare.”

There it was again, that irritating flutter in your stomach. He had called you ‘cyare’ before but this time it just felt different. You watch as he sits upon an empty bed, legs dangling over the side and starts fiddling with some of the medical equipment. “I need to talk to you.” He finally says and by the tone of his voice, it was nothing good.

“Okay… shoot.” Luckily the Medbay was quiet today so you won’t get told off by your superiors for temporarily slacking off. Also, they wouldn’t be pleased to see someone fiddling about playing with equipment and using one of the beds as a personal couch.

Fives looks down at his dangling feet and then at you, his best friend and someone who he had gained a strong bond with. He was also pretty certain that he liked you, a lot. It would definitely explain the heat on his cheeks and burning on the tips of his ears whenever he saw you. But when he got the briefing about the next mission, he didn’t care about it. All he thought about was leaving you behind.

“I’m being deported today, for a new mission to overtake a Separatist base.” He tells you calmly, hating that he was getting an odd tight sensation in the back of his throat.

This wasn’t news to you so you didn’t know why he seemed so sullen. He was always away most of the time but judging by the look on his face you feared the worst. “Is it dangerous where you’re going? Is that why you seem so….?”

“Not as dangerous as the other places we go,” he sighs and for a second you thought he was going to place a hand on your knee once you sat beside him but his hand flexes but sadly remains to his side, “it’s just that I’ll be gone for a while.”

“Do I dare ask how long this time, Fives?” Your voice was a little hushed because you felt suddenly emotional. He didn’t even have to say it. He was always so upbeat and happy but it’s like something sucked the lift out of him… you knew his answer was going to hurt.

He sucks on his inner cheek and then he lifts his head to look back at you. “Six months.”

Yep. Instant heartache.

“S-six months?” You had to ask again, hoping you heard him wrong but he had nodded.

There’s tears in your eyes and it’s quite unexpected; for the both of you.

“Cyare, please don’t get upset.” He cooes, turning his body to face you and maybe even enveloping you into a hug but you’ve stood up by now, hand covering your mouth as if it would hold in your startling sobs.

“I-I’m not,” you lie pathetically, “it’s just… that’s so long! You’ve never been apart for that long. Two months at most.” You sigh heavily, looking everywhere but at him as he too begins to stand.

“I know but it’s out of my hands. It’ll go quickly. You’ll see.” Comforting you was all Fives could do at this point but seeing you this upset crushed him. But at the same time, he felt sickeningly bittersweet to see you react this way to not seeing him.

You close your eyes, trying to imagine the next six months without him pestering you, giving you advice, sneaking you cups of caf in the morning outside your barracks door and just having hearts to heart with him.

Fives sighs silently and doesn’t hesitate this time to wrap his arms around you and pull you against his uncomfortable chestplate.

Your arms wrap around him and you find yourself slowly relaxing as he rubs circles into your back as he rests his chin on the top of your head. It’s relaxing for a while until you hear him chuckle.

Peaking one eye open at the sound, you pull back a little and give him a somewhat irritated glance. “What are you laughing at?”

“I didn’t think you’d care this much. You’re always moaning at me when I get in your way.” He teases, arms still around you as he pulls back a little too to look you in the eye. “Dare I say you’ll miss me?”

Rolling your eyes, you say, “I only moan at you when I’m very busy here and you storm in pretending to cry over a small bump on your head to get my attention.”

Fives chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying to hide the blush that was seeping up his neck. “I did it once.”

“By my calculations, I think it’s at least five times now.” You interject playfully.

“Oh, what’s the irony of that?”

By now, you both should’ve realised that you were practically holding onto one another and gazing into each other’s slightly glazed eyes but you didn’t. It wasn’t until you heard a throat being cleared that you both jumped away from each other and addressed the other person in the room. Suppose it’s better than addressing the Rancor in the room.

Kix stands with his helmet tucked under his arm, an amused and slightly playful smirk on his face. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No.”

“Not at all she was just-.”

“He was just-.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” Kix waves you both off from interrupting one another with a roll of his eyes. “You can kiss after I’ve gone.”

Your eyes widen in absolute embarrassment at the insinuation. Did it really look like that? Supposedly to friends looking into each other’s eyes whilst holding each other is a little more than just a friendly situation.

What you didn’t expect however was for Fives to be quiet. Usually he would have some witty remark to bite back but he didn’t. When you glance at him to see his reaction, it looks unrecognisable. You just didn’t know what it was.

“Did you tell her?”

You look up to see Kix approach, looking at Fives who then looks at you before nodding. “Yeah.”

“Good, Rex tells me you need to pack if we wanna get out there soon. We leave in three hours.”

Now that was a bombshell you didn’t want to hear. That soon? Your face falls, disappointment evident and Fives glares at Kix, knuckles tightening.

Kix is confused for a second but then looks at you and then back at Fives, then to you again. “You didn’t tell her it was this soon, huh?”

“No.” Fives grumbles, holding down his agitation. He knew it wasn’t Kix’s fault but he wanted to be the one to tell you that it was sooner rather than later.

The Clone medic sighs and rubs the back of his neck. Taking a step towards you, he places a hand to your shoulder and apologises but does tell Fives he needs to start packing soon. Once he leaves the medbay, you turn to him.

Fives looked back at you and the look on your face was one he had never wanted to see because of him.

“In three hours? That’s so soon, Fives.” You grumbled miserably, running your hard-working hands over your face.

“I know, I know. I wanted to tell you but I hate saying goodbyes.” He steps towards you and again, wraps his arms around you. If Kix or any other Clone decides to come in and interrupt you now he wouldn’t hesitate to kick them straight out.

You didn’t hug him back however, arms dangling at their sides. Eyes closed and with a small sigh you say, “Let’s not say goodbye Fives.”

He pulls away and gives you a curious look. “What? Why?”

“Because goodbyes can…” you trail off, not having the guts to say the rest. You knew the price of war and you knew the price on his life, you just don’t want it to be a reality.

“My goodbye isn’t forever,” he rests a hand on your cheek, bringing your face to look up at him, “see it as ‘see you later’.”

Your eyes gaze into his and for a moment you just wished you had the courage that he had. To tell him how much he means to you and how you truly feel. It had been harbouring, brewing in your stomach for a while and now he was leaving. Would it be foolish? Selfish? You weren’t sure.

“Can you come by my barracks before you leave? I need to tell you something.”

He nods his head and reluctantly lets go of your cheek. “I will. But I should really get going, Captain’s orders.”

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

When the time comes for him to leave, he rushes to your barracks. He had lost track of time and was only half an hour away from leaving and he wanted to spend the last minutes he had with you.

He hits against your door and soon enough the door swishes open to reveal you.

“Hi.” You say a little breathlessly. He was wearing his fully kitted out armour, helmet included. You always admired him in his armour and even more so the higher his rank got. Now an Arc Trooper, you wouldn’t be surprised if people threw themselves at him. The thought made your stomach churn. What if he meets someone and forgets about you?

“Cyare, I can’t stay long. They’re loading up the ships as we speak.” He says softly, pulling his helmet off so he could admire you with his own eyes and not from behind a visor.

You exhale a deep breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “Look Fives, I need to tell you something.”

Shifting on the spot, you finally had to confess. It was eating you up this revaluation, and you were doing all you can to search your head for the right words.

Then you just said it.

“I love you, Fives.”

He stills, the smile that was on his face dropping just slight and he wasn’t sure if he had heard you wrong. “Sorry, I think I just heard you say that you love me?” He gulps, hands sweating and a heat burning in his heart.

You weren’t embarrassed at your admission but supposedly whenever you tell someone you love them you want them to jump up and down and have them tell you that they love you just as much. Clearly, it’s a bit of a shock.

There’s no going back now. Besides, he’s leaving anyway so you can rid the awkwardness with him being gone instead. “Yeah, I love you. I know it’s not what you want to hear right now and I get that it has probably ruined a year of friendship and I’m sorry for loving you but I do and I thought I’d tell you before it’s too late-.”

You’re rambling, rather pathetically but Fives had zoned out the second you said you loved him again as that’s all he wanted to hear. He watches you and the way your hands flail around as you’re trying to explain your feelings.

“I love you too.”

Your mouth stops moving and the words stop pouring out. Words are failing you now as you look at Fives. His chest rises unsteadily and you can see his left cheek hollow as he bites on the inside of it. “You’re only saying that to feel sorry for me.” You mumble gloomily, looking down at your boots only to see his come closer.

“No.” He shakes his head quickly. “Kark, I love you so much.” The moment you look back at him and to maybe interject again that you think he’s fibbing, you’re tumbling into your barracks with his arms snaked around your waist and his lips pressed to yours.

It takes only a moment for you to realise what’s happening and soon, your eyes fall closed and you bask in the glory of his warm and desperate kisses. He’s an expert, clearly. The way his lips mould and find the perfect rhythm against yours was stunning whilst his hands splayed against your back to hold you as close as he could.

Panting, you pull away and stare at him with wide-eyes. “Fives, I don’t understand.”

“There’s nothing to understand cyare. I have loved you from the very moment I met you. You’re my best friend and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” His words are rushed and non surprisingly, he had this brewing inside him for a long time now and he’s leaving very shortly. He just never thought he would have the chance to say it.

You’re elated but for some reason the smile isn’t reaching your face. This was all you wanted, his arms around you and his lips pressed to yours but the burden of him being gone after all this hurt even more.

He reads your thoughts and places his hands on yours, entwining fingers. “I’ll come back for you, I swear. W-we can even make this a long distance relationship for a while?” He suggests, almost pleading you to accept his offer.

Again, you’re emotional but no longer of sad tears. He was willing to do this for you and let’s be honest, how can you say no to that face?

“You want to be in a relationship with me?”

“Yeah, one hundred percent.” He confirms with an exasperated breath, practically grinning from ear to ear. “If you’d have me?”

When you brought your lips back to his, the question was answered.

It happened rather quickly but you were not one to complain. You’re pressed up against the wall, his armour scattered in piles on the floor and your hands were tangled in his hair.

His tongue is hot and dominant in your mouth, fingers biting at your hip. Your hips rock and you cannot help the arousal growing inside you as you feel his obvious hard length press against you. It makes you gasp and for a second he pulls away, staring down at you longingly. “Feel something you like, cyare?” He whispers as he leans into your ear, breath warm and his soft lips against your lobe which makes your stomach twist in knots.

Before you could reply, he rocks against you once more. His length strikes hard and as you glance down with a shuddered breath, you only just notice how thick he is.

“See something you like, too?” He cooes, both hands travelling up your sides until he takes a hold of your cheeks and then tilting your head to the side and placing a hot kiss to your neck.

“Yes.” You gasp out, voice strangled by a moan that you never recognised. You had been with others before but never did you make a noise like that with them.

His chuckle held dark amusement at your sweet noises, nose brushing against your neck. “Do you want this? I’d never push you to do anything you don’t want to.”

You nodded quickly, melting into a puddle as soon as his hands left your face and back to your hips. He’s kissing, licking and sucking against the flesh on your neck and you’re certain he’s bound to leave a mark. “I want you Fives, please.”

He tries not to crumble at your confession, trying to remain as cool and alluring as he can but that was impossible to do when he was pretty much putty in your hands. “Oh mesh’la, I have you.” He purrs and effortlessly hooks his arms under you and lifts you so your legs are around his waist, walking you to your bunk. Thank the maker that the people you usually share with are on leave.

The second your back hits the uncomfortable mattress, you gasp and put a hand to his chest momentarily the second he is about to lean down and plant a kiss. “Do we have time for this? Aren’t you leaving soon?”

Fives, mid pout, opens his eyes and then looks at a clock on the wall. Kriff. “Twenty three minutes.”

“Will we be… y’know?” You blush at the crudeness of your suggestion and he raises a brow playfully.

“Slow and steady usually wins the race, cyare.” He rumbles, lowering himself down over you once you move your hand. “But I can be quick when I have to be.” He chuckles as he quickly descends upon you, hands making quick work of your clothes that were soon thrown over his shoulder. But being the tease you always knew him to be, you grew hot when he tantalisingly slides your panties off with his teeth and keeps them propped over his right shoulder.

“Fives don’t forget to take those off before you board.” You laugh, a little nervous that you were now stark naked in front of him. Never would you ever think this would happen.

“Sure, I’ll take them off.” You watch as he waggled his eyebrows at you, slowly crouching down between your legs and he’s almost lost for words when his eyes feast upon your beautiful pussy. “Cyare… look at you.” He swoons, getting onto his knees and slowly traced a finger down the seam of your glistening folds.

“Never had I thought I’d see you like this.” His words are soft spoken and so full of admiration. “You’re beautiful.” He tells you earnestly, finger breaching your folds now and collecting the wetness with his digit.

You’re gasping at every touch, head tilting back when he finally pushes a finger inside you, working out what you liked and what you responded to. He twirls and curls a finger, pulsing his finger in and out with an increasing pace.

“Oh, maker!” You moaned out loud, not caring if passerbys would hear you moaning in your barracks. He inserts another finger, stretching you open even more so you can welcome his aching cock comfortably but not before he plays with that throbbing clit of yours. He uses his thumb expertly to rub little circles around the nub and you almost squeeze your thighs together but he keeps them spread open with his shoulders. His touch felt just too good that the need to close your legs around his fingers was desperate.

“You like this don’t you? Good girl.” His pace was relentless but hit that spot in you like a master at his craft. His praises don’t go unnoticed as your cheeks flare up but you were too busy pathetically moaning and rocking your hips against his hand. The sound of filthy, wet and luscious. Fives can’t keep his cock behind his blacks for another second. He pulls out his fingers, juice on your fingers and slides out of his body glove in a matter of seconds before positioning himself between your legs.

He looks down at you, breathing heavily and you look up at him, eyes soft and he sees you look at the leaking cock in his hand and then back up at him. “You’re so big.” You gush, still not quite believing you were looking at your best friends, soulmates cock.

“It’s alright.” He smirks nonchalantly and as you’re about to get up to give him a helping hand, so to speak, he gently pushes you back down by your shoulder. “No cyare, you don’t need to do anything for me. This is for you. All for you.”

He’s lining himself up against you, his tip nestling between your folds as he teasingly slides him up and down and collecting your wetness on his cock. “Such a pretty pussy, baby. So, so pretty.” He murmurs, tip hitting against your clit which makes you jolt. He smiles at the reaction and does it again which releases a whining and eager moan from you.

“Come on Fives… fill me with that huge cock of yours.” You smirk, rocking your hips once more to entice him in. “We need to be quick, remember? You’ve only got sixteen minutes now.”

Fives looks at the clock and then at you. His mind is racing but as is his heart. He had you now, underneath him and begging and teasing him. You’re pretty. You’re perfect. You’re glowing.

“Tomorrow.”

You tilt your head in slight confusion. “What?”

Then, he sheaths into you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, fingers gripping onto the sheets as he slowly fills you out. “Yes, ugh, tomorrow.” He pants, his eyes closing and jaw slack. “There’s a shuttle that leaves tomorrow morning. I’ll make an excuse to Rex. They can wait. We can’t.”

He’s pounding into you, feeling your tight walls wrap around his cock like a vice. “Fuck,” he groans out your name with a swear, an arm wrapping around one leg and placing it breezily over his shoulder, “you’re so tight. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

His hands grasp at your hips, raising them only slightly and as he pushes in, you both moan in tandem. “That’s it… that’s it.” You whimper, as although the stretch burned, it felt so fucking good. Placing a hand to the soft skin of your pelvis, he cheekily pushes down and you gasp as you feel him moving inside of you. Biting on your lower lip to the point he almost draws blood, heleans down, kissing your lips and trailing his lips over your cheek and down to your jaw.

His movements never falter, every thrust that met your hips soon had you calling out his name as his cock hammered in and out of you, hitting deep in the bottom of your stomach.

“I love you so much.” He grunts into your neck, welcoming the feeling of your legs wrapping around his body to hold him as close as you whimper that you’re nearing your end. You had not realised that his comm was blaring out having been drowned out by his moans, your whimpers and the sound of his length pulsing in and out of your wet pussy that ricocheted off the walls.

You tell him you love him back but it’s lost in both of your climaxes. He fills you with his seed, letting out a harsh exhale and you almost gasp at how the warmth of his cum filled you completely. Your legs are twitching, chest heaving up and down but Fives softly caresses your legs as you come down from your high, his now softened cock sliding out of you.

Collapsing down beside you, you’re met with a pair of warm and slightly sweaty arms wrapping around you. Your back is brought to his bare chest and you sigh heavenly.

He’s whispering things to you, sweet and loving things. He knows and you know just as much that he was bound to get into trouble for deserting the mission but right now? He didn’t care. He loved you and you loved him and that’s the way it’s meant to be.

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

Vampire Kiss - Vampire Billy Hargrove X GN Reader

Title: Vampire Kiss

Vampire Billy Hargrove X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Other Hawkins high schoolers (Mentioned), teacher (Mentioned), and other vampires (Mentioned)

| Part 2 |

WC: 2,164

Warnings: Vampires, drinking blood, blood, mention of death, mention of pain, mention of one-night-stands, mention of Satan/Hell, Reader's gender never mentioned, brief mention of smoking, brief mention of drinking, and slight suggestiveness

You watched Billy from the other side of the classroom. You didn't mean to stare. But, there was just something about him... Something that screamed dangerous. He was a bad boy, smoked, drank, and had one-night-stands with almost every girl at school. He screamed trouble as much as he did danger. The girls loved him for his charm, but if they knew all the things he was really like, if they knew who he really was... And yet here you were looking into his blue eyes wondering how on earth this beautiful creature got mixed up in your life. He smirked when you looked away from him and started fiddling with your pencil.

This happened to you multiple times. You'd be trying to pay attention to the teacher, but somehow your attention fell on him. Every. Time. It was hard not to look at someone with such a distinctive face. His piercing blue eyes never left you no matter how hard you tried to ignore him. You'd close your eyes, and he was there. With that cunning smirk of his. It felt as though he was staring right through you. It was hard enough that he sat next to you. There was something more to Billy Hargrove than most people saw. Yet you knew that if anyone found out the truth about this guy, you would probably end up dead or worse... Changed.

You sighed, "Stop staring." You spoke in a hushed tone

He laughed softly, more like a chuckle.

"Do you always have to do that?" You asked him.

"What? He asked, resting his fist on his chin.

"Stare," You stated clearly.

"Well... Sometimes I can't help it," he said with a shrug.

"Is that your excuse for everything you do?" You shot back.

"Excuse? No. That's just me being myself. Honestly, it's your fault for being so pretty." He flirted and you rolled your eyes, looking at the teacher and the chalkboard.

This time he stayed quiet. You didn't blame him. Some of the teachers knew that Billy was trouble, but not everyone listened. Most students used their common sense when around Mr. Hargrove, yet you seemed oblivious to it. The other day you caught him grabbing some kid by his jacket, just as you were walking down the hall. He was a bad boy. He was as bad as they came.

But you knew his secret. All those rumors going around town about Billy were true. Even though they were outlandish - childish even. Made to joke around and have fun. They were true.

Billy was a vampire. Yes, Vampirism was real. Of course vampires weren't a part of this world. But, that's what made them so scary. So mysterious. People were so eager to believe that anything was possible. That the impossible could become possible. When in reality, nothing like that existed in this world. But... It did. You saw it with your own eyes.

You didn't mean to. You were going home after school when you heard... Noises. You, being curious, followed the sounds. Behind the side of the school was Billy with some girl. You cringed. Disgusted... But as you looked closer. You saw the blood. You saw his fangs. You ran off. How he didn't notice you was a miracle in itself.

You went straight to your home and to your room, locking the door. You were scared. Angry. Guilty. But, as you thought. It all made sense. Some girls that you had seen go home with him after school, came back the next day with no memories. If you remembered correctly from your weird vampire phase as a child, they could erase memories. Determined, you had to find out more.

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The next day at school, on your free period, you went to the library and found every book you could about vampires. You read everything you could get your hands on. Everything from facts, myths, legends, anything you could find. Billy Hargrove was a vamp. A real life vampire. And you were in love with him.

How was that possible? You'd never been attracted to any of the guys you knew before, but this guy was different. Was love too big of a word? Was it more of an attraction or infatuation? Either way. You couldn't help yourself. Not even the rumors from the girls could stop you now.

Finishing a book on vampires and how they came to be, you almost jumped out of your seat when a hand was placed on your shoulder. Looking up and to the side. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw Billy standing over you. His eyes hardened at the pages of the book before they shifted and he looked at you.

"Didn't know you were into vampires..." He spoke softly, sitting down beside you. His voice was gentle, soothing. Almost sweet. You shuddered, feeling goosebumps run down your arms.

"I like to learn." You spoke honestly.

"Learn about vampires, witches, and demons?" He asked and you shrugged, swallowing.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned, noticing your uncomfortable posture.

"Nothing... Why?" You asked in return, unsure.

He chuckled, "It isn't normal to be interested in things like this."

"There is no such thing as normal." You answered firmly.

Billy glanced at the vampire book with a smirk on his lips before he looked back towards you. "I like the way you think."

His voice was soft and gentle, like waves lapping on the shore. You felt safe. Safe in his presence. He reminded you of a bear protecting its cubs, or a wolf guarding their pack from all harm.

Why did you feel safe in the presence of him? In the presence of a vampire? You shook your head, telling yourself that you shouldn't feel comfortable with him. But you couldn't. You needed answers. You needed to know more. But you weren't going to flat-out ask him. That would be a stupid. Without hesitating, you grabbed the book off the table and set it aside. Turning, you looked into his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

"Just wanted to see how you were doing," He told you honestly.

"I've been doing fine." You turned away from him, trying to hide the fact that you were blushing.

He was always watching you. Staring at you. Waiting for you to turn your head back. You never missed a moment when he was near you. His blue eyes would seem to pierce right through you. He was beautiful. A gorgeous creature that should be locked away somewhere. Maybe thrown into the depths of hell by Satan himself.

No wonder all the girls in the school fawned over him.

"Are you free Friday?" He asked suddenly, making you flinch.

Why was he asking you that? You had questions. Questions about what his intentions were with you. But you weren't going to ask him. It would ruin things. Things already were ruined. But, if you agreed to go wherever with him, maybe you'd get those answers. After all, vampires lived on blood. They need it to survive.

There was no doubt that he had done something horrible, hurt someone... You gulped, closing your eyes briefly. It was a risk, but it was worth it. You had to know. And like they said; curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

"Yes. I am free Friday."

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Tapping your foot, you bit your lip. Leaning up against your car as you waited for Billy to arrive. He said to meet you at Lover's Lake, at eight sharp. It was cold, and you cursed at yourself for bringing a coat. At the sound of crunching leaves, and a car engine, you're turned around. The car parked beside you, and Billy got out of the car. He had dark circles under his eyes, as though he hadn't slept in days. And yet he still made his way to you without hesitation; a smirk on his gosh-darn face.

"So, why meet at Lover's Lake?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"Just because," He simply replied, looking up at the night sky before looking back at you. "I have something to tell you."

You tilted your head, not failing to notice Billy glancing at your exposed neck.

"What?"

"I know your secret..." He spoke, voice deep. Dark.

Your eyes widened a bit, "What secret?"

Billy stepped closer, enough for you to feel his hot breath fan over your face. "My secret."

He looked down and smirked. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared back at him. His beautiful blue eyes staring right into yours. He reached his hand forward and traced along the neckline of your shirt. You shivered at the touch of his cool fingers, and the heat of his breath.

"I know what you are..." You spoke, voice soft.

Billy stared into your eyes, his own half-lidded with amusement. "Really? What makes you think that it's true?"

"Because I saw it last week." You whispered, blushing deeply.

He raised an eyebrow, "You saw me feeding?"

"Yes..." You muttered, looking away from him.

His fingers brushed your cheek, gently caressing your skin before he moved your face to look back at him. He hummed, searching your eyes for something. Fear? Hatred? Whatever it was... He found it.

"We'll, I can't have all of Hawkins knowing my dirty little secret, now can I?" He spoke lightly, his gaze intense.

"What happens when someone finds out?" You questioned, looking up at him.

"They're going to fear us, hate us, kill us..." He spoke plainly.

"Us?" You repeated, surprised.

He nodded. "There are more of us. But not around here."

"California." You spoke in realization.

Billy nodded, returning to caressing your jaw all the way down to the base of your neck. "It's sort of like a hotspot."

You shuddered.

"Now, if you don't mind..." Billy licked his lips, his fangs sparked in the moonlight. "I'm hungry."

You sucked in a sharp breath. You saw what he did to the others, you'd forget soon enough. Licking your own dry lips, you looked at him, noticing his pupils dilate. "Will it hurt?" You asked timidly.

"Only if you struggle." He paused and smirked at you. "Don't worry though, it won't hurt a lot."

"Promise?"

Billy chuckled, running a hand through your hair. "I promise you... Just trust me."

You didn't say it out loud. But it was hard to trust a vampire.

Licking his lips once more, Billy leaned down, trailing his fangs down your neck, his hot breath wafting across your throat. His other hand reached to pin you against your car. You gasped, unable to move as Billy sank his teeth into your flesh. You could feel as your blood began to drain away. You grabbed ahold of Billy's shoulders, holding on for dear life. You felt as if you were in the clouds, your mind felt soft and airy. You heard Billy's voice, calling out your name. As if he was on fire. But he wasn't burning, rather, he was consumed. Drinking and drinking. You felt so weightless. Your heart beat softened, and slowed. The pain slowly slipped away. All the stress released from your body. Billy pulled his mouth away from your neck, and he stared into your eyes before kissing you quickly, deeply on the lips. You could taste iron on your tongue. He pulled back, licking his lips and sighing happily. His eyes glowing silver in the darkness.

"That's one thing that won't be missing from your memory."

Eyes fluttering shut, you fell in Billy's arms, unconscious.

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Opening your eyes, you blinked a few times as you tried to focus. You were home... In bed. But... How did you get here? You remembered Billy, kissing Billy, but then nothing else... You touched your lips, remembering how it felt to kiss him. You glanced at the clock above your desk to find it was three o'clock in the morning.

You tried to think, you felt something was missing, yet nothing came to mind. You sighed as you sat up, rubbing your eyes as you yawned. As soon as you stood from the bed, you froze. You felt so light-headed. Holding your head in your hands, you closed your eyes and took in deep breaths before you felt alright again. Standing up, you headed to your bathroom, but you stopped when you saw yourself in the mirror.

Reaching up slowly, you touched the side of your neck. Drawing your hand back, you looked at the blood on your fingertips. Red. Still wet. Cleaning your fingers and neck, you furrowed your eyebrows. There was no injury in sight. No scratch or pierce. Nothing.

How did that blood get there? Why do you feel so weak?

Billy...

Shaking your head, you brushed the thoughts away. You swallowed hard, trying to push him out of your mind as you went about getting dressed for school.

You must have gotten a small nose bleed in the middle of the night. No big deal. You've had them before. That was totally the explanation.

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Part Two is linked above

[tenmadontyouknow]

"You have a point. Snorlaxes do those two things too. And Komalas!" Tenma's eyes widen, as he just realized something. "You could've been a normal type specialist, dude! You pretty much fit the bill perfectly. But then again, dragons are such guys, I understand why you chose them. Heh."

He grabs a handful of chips, shoving them into his mouth. "Learn some etiquette, Tenma!" He looked up to see Crispin angrily staring him down. He paused. "Okay, fine. It's not like you're my dad or anything. I don't even have a dad. Or parents." He continued to eat his chips more slowly, ignoring the incredibly out-of-pocket remark he made.

He turned to Drayton. "Well, you're in for a story alright. Lemme just. Finish these," Tenma said, pointing to his chips. Once he finished, he began to speak again.

-

"So," he started, straightening his posture. "I was around six or seven years old when this happened. And I've probably already mentioned that my family's all fighting-type experts. Or, well. Not my family anymore." He paused. "So I went outside for a bit, right? Getting fresh air and all. I was always kept indoors for some reason, but I just wanted to go outside. It was nice. I didn't have any Pokemon or know better at the time, so I just walked into the tall grass alone and unsupervised. Totally safe," He joked. "And that's when I met Kyle. I was TINY at the time, so he was bigger than me by a lot. I've never seen a Dunsparce at the time, either, so he was the coolest Pokemon six-year-old me has ever seen. And he still is! But something was off."

He pulls up another photo of Kyle the Dunsparce, pointing at a small extra spike on his yellow tail. "You see that? That spike's an injury he got. I don't know how he got it, but I knew he was hurt. I brought around a lot of potions and bandages around, since my parents practially relied on me to heal their 'mons. So I put a bandage on the spike thingy and used a potion on him. I had to leave obviously, but someone was in the way. It, uh. Was my dad."

He fiddled with his gloves. He absolutely despised bringing up his father, or just his father in general, but unfortunately, he was a big part in the story Tenma loved to tell oh so many times. "Obviously, he was pissed," he continued. "Yelling at me for going outside without his permission, screaming that I could've gotten hurt, et cetera. No are-you-okay's, no I-was-worried-about-you's, just anger. I tried to explain that I was only helping the poor mon, but he didn't let me. He never did. I felt like I was gonna die, dude."

He was looking at the ground. This part of the story always stirred something up in him. Something bad. It's okay, though, because it'll get better soon. "He was gonna, um. Beat me up. He did that a lot. I always thought it was normal for that to happen. I thought it happened to everyone. Apparently not. But before he could really do anything incredibly scarring, both literally and metaphorically, someone came bursting through the door, and it was Kyle! Dunno how he found my house, but I didn't have time to worry about that. I had to get away from my dad, since he pretty much COLLAPSED ON THE FLOOR."

Tenma looked back up to his friends, feeling a bit better. "Kyle let me get on his back, and he was pretty fast for a Dunsparce, so I pretty much rode him around like a Tauros in Alola!" He was excitedly telling the story, remembering how it felt to have the wind in his hair for the first time. Nothing could compare to it, not even if he was flying around on his Braviary. "We were unstoppable! I pointed him where to go, and he made sure I was safe while we were making our way to Virbank. I told him to take me to Cris' house, and he did! I looked like a mess, so it was hard summarizing everything, haha. Thankfully, Cris' folks took me in, being his friend and all. So yeah. That's how I met Kyle."

Closed RP Starter with @the-drayster + @bbleague-crispin !!

The lax normal-type specialist casually, yet proudly walks into the league club room with Crispin excitedly following behind him, frying pan slung over his shoulder. "Hey, Drayton!" Tenma says while smiling and waving, as usual. "It's me, Tenma. Oh, and Crispin's here too. Cheesed to see ya." Tenma then proceeds to lean back in a chair, pulling at one of the strands of blue in his hair as Crispin runs up to Drayton, giving him a hug. "I brought David, too. As long as he's allowed, of course," he says before whispering something in Paldean and gesturing to a shiny Porygon that slowly enters the room.

[lupically]

#FFF8EA | XIAO. 

genre | fluff

word count | 2233

warning | mention of falling off a moutain​

note | i just have some ideas for xiao...

"the yaksha is fond of you."

madame ping was no stranger to you. the kind old lady roaming around yujing terrace, often seen admiring flowers or brewing a cup of hot tea, was someone you come across every afternoon after school when you head to the censor to make a wish to rex lapis.

the conversation you two have had always been brief, mainly because you were always in a hurry to get to work. she never minded your urgency, blissfully talking about how fast-paced and active young people these days are, and simply being happy that you even stopped to let her hand you some glazed lilies from time to time.

interestingly, though, she stopped giving you glazed lilies after a while and began handing you some pretty qingxin instead.

you never questioned it. it was just flowers. you could live without being gifted only one kind of them for the rest of your life. but after today's incident—after the burning down of your school located just outside the city, as well as what madame ping told you with hearty laughter laced in her voice, you were starting to think the switch to qingxin meant something.

"the yaksha is fond of you."

you tightened your hands around the weak strap of your school bag, made out of bamboo after lots of trials and errors, and you tilted your head with increasingly furrowing brows.

"pardon me, the what is fond of me?"

"the yaksha, my dear."

you stared at her. the corner of your lips was quirking up in confused twitches, and she could see that you were fiddling uncomfortably on your spot because you truly have no idea what she was talking about. it was not because of the history of the yaksha that might have made you feel jittery and out of place, you simply had no idea!

madame ping smiled even harder at your innocent oblivion then. how could you have such ample knowledge of rex lapis and the adepti, but nothing about the yaksha? especially the one with his mark, a jade green glow surrounding you like fireflies, all over your aura?

maybe that was why xiao chose you.

or, at least, it was one of the reasons why he liked you.

it was because you knew nothing of him. you never think about him, you never talk about him, and you would never suspect the string of random good luck and trails of safe travels that have been following you around.

while it must be tearing him down on the inside; the fact that he wasn't being able to approach the one person who made his good deeds a choice rather than an order. it must be plaguing his mind and patience every day.

but, even then, your surprising lack of information about his identity does save him the pressure of being chased down by you.

it saves him the problem of being even further attached to you. it was already pressing on his breaking point when he went out of his way to watch over you, leaving trails of his magic over your mortal soul to keep you safe when he was busy. any further interaction would be disastrous.

logically, he knew he would fall for you, so he was doing preventive measures. he has to keep his chest sealed so his heart wouldn't jump toward you involuntarily; he has to keep his chest sealed so you couldn't see all the mess inside.

"oh, sweet child," madame ping cooed as she walked toward you. she whispered to herself, "you're being protected by an adeptus and you don't even know."

she brought up a qingxin from her pocket, the petals slightly wrinkled from the confined space. she tucked it carefully in the pocket of your shirt before patting the bloomed flower, almost as if she was reminiscing.

"this is his flower," she said.

you hummed, looking down at it. "this is his favorite flower?"

"i'm not sure about his favorite flower, but this is his flower," she replied casually.

you pursed your lips together. well, at least now you knew the qingxin did have something to do with the... yaksha... or whatever.

"madame ping... may i ask–"

"you can find him at qingyun peak," she cut you off calmly. "during the lantern festival. he is always there during the festival. it was for the quiet, he said, that old man."

you shut your mouth, surprised that she knew what you wanted to ask. "uh... qingyun peak... is kind of... a big place..."

"you will find him if he wants to see you," she said. "you can speak his name–xiao. he might not show himself to you, but if you have something to say, he's likely there to listen."

qingyun peak. the lantern festival. the yaksha.

right.

that was how you found yourself bearing the freezing night cold with just a thin shirt and a ragged fabric wrapped and tied around your torso, your hands hurting from grabbing sharp edges and rough rocks, and your anxiety increasing with every jump that not only would the almond tofu in your bag fall, but you would as well.

as opposed to watching xinyan play for the lantern festival, being warm and cozy from the warm city lights and the tasty street food, and maybe even letting go of a lantern yourself after making a wish, you were here. you were alone, climbing mountains for a chance.

all for a random boy madame ping told you about! someone who was supposedly fond of you—if this xiao guy was so fond of you, he would have shown himself the first three times you called his name at the bottom of the mountain!

"fond of me–what a joke," you said through gritted teeth as you hoisted yourself up on a small ledge. "i'm going to kick his ass so hard when i find him."

you let yourself pant for a minute, regaining your stamina as you groggily accessed the higher peaks above you. your eyes squinted in dismay, but something inside you—the curiosity for the truth, as well as the longing for a friend, also the anger for playful revenge—urged you to keep going.

"he better eats the almond tofu i made," you muttered to yourself as you moved closer to the mountain. "i even picked some flowers... for him."

jump after jump, you were close to making it to the second ledge when suddenly, a slime jumped and appeared above you. it looked surprised, mirroring your expression, and as it prepared itself to attack you after seeing your hands move, it stopped when it saw you fumble about in the air before you began to fall further away from itself.

you had let yourself go. out of surprise, and an instinct to grab a weapon, your hands moved away from the edge and you fell.

your mind raced as the wind hit your face, your falling body heavy against the current that desperately tried to take you up from the ledge you just climbed up from. you would surely die from the impact if you drop. even without dropping down to the bottom, you would still suffer from a painful death.

was there something to do? how did this happen, you were doing fine! what should you do, what could you do? you were falling already—what was there to do now? anything, something?

"i–archons–" you heaved with the cold air, your lungs squeezing inside you with fear as tears began to drip out of your eyes.

anything? anybody?

xiao?

"you can speak his name. he might not show himself to you, but if you have something to say, he's likely there to listen."

"xi–" your voice broke for a millisecond when you could see the green grass approaching quickly. you squeezed your eyes shut, and your voice was louder than you have ever allowed it to be.

you called his name, loud and clear.

the first thing you felt was a lightning strike. you opened your eyes at the electric feeling to find a flash of green. it was bright, close and bright, in a way that was blinding. but then the tail broke into gentle fragments as a pair of arms circled your body to catch you from the fall.

one arm went around your waist, the other hand securely tightened itself around the back of your neck to keep it from breaking from the impact of his fast landing.

xiao growled under his breath when his feet struck the ground in a heavy blow. he pushed your head to his shoulder, shielding your face away from the soil that bounced upward as a result.

quietness ensued after a moment of calm. you took the moment to access the situation—you were fine. someone, likely xiao, saved you from the fall. you were fine.

he dropped onto the ground, sitting on the cold grass with your body pressed close to his, when he heard that you began to sob from the accident.

despite feeling awkward and unsure, he kept quiet and let you vent out the post-accident fear so you could slowly bring in the relief that you were still alive. but his quietness was unwelcomed when you suddenly curled your fist and hit him across the shoulder.

"screw you! why didn't you just answer me when i–when i was at the bottom of the moun–mountain! screw you!"

you blamed him and you hit his shoulder repeatedly. your weak fist was nothing compared to the pain he has endured in the past, but your cries cut through him like glass in the most seamless pattern when he realized he was part of the reason why you had to go through that traumatic experience.

if he had just jumped down from the peak when he heard you the first time, this would not have happened.

xiao looked at the empty spot before him. his golden eyes glowed with a softness that has long fallen into the abyss, forever gone and forever abandoned. but he brought it back out now because he cares about you, and he is, ultimately, attached to you, and he loves you.

"you're right," he said, holding you close to him. "i'm sorry."

ever since you discreetly left the almond tofu on the roof of the wangshu inn, your shy figure hunched over in an apologizing manner because you were told that you were giving food to an important, albeit weird, guest, and your blissfully ignorant words of encouragement as you told him to go out and explore the world, to give it a chance so he could find people he would like.

ever since then, he has loved you, in fragile and discreet ways, in unwavering and patient ways, in protective and caring ways.

"i love you, i'm sorry."

you stopped sobbing almost immediately, and he was afraid he might have said the wrong thing.

wasn't it what he was supposed to do? verr told him to speak his mind once. just be truthful with his feelings and nothing could go wrong. was he not supposed to show his affection blatantly, as he would his complaints and opinions?

"that... that is going a little too fast for me, xiao," you joked. "let's settle with appreciating each other for now."

he heard you laugh, causing the weight of his heart to drop, like finding lights in a fog, like seeing the lanterns in the night sky and realizing that there are more people alive with you than you think.

"thank you, for saving me," you said kindly then, your fist long stopped hitting him and was now patting his shoulder.

"always."

“but burning my school down is not the best approach for... whatever it was you were trying to help me with.”

xiao blinked in confusion, then realization hit him. he almost forgot about that! he was, shockingly, dwelling in the prideful fact that because he literally destroyed the building, you would be free of school for the day, and therefore not having to face all the hardships inside the walls he could not venture past. he thought it was the best thing to do, second to beating up everyone, which he politely opposed to.

“i am not sorry about that,” he muttered. “it was what i thought was best.”

he could feel you grin in his embrace. your laughter reverberated in the air, making his magic glow around you both. it was like nothing he has felt before. he wanted to stay like this—in this position where you were engulfed by him, where he could surround you with himself instead of the fireflies of green he has left behind, where he was with you in a way it was entire, in a way he could feel your beating heart against his own.

you are pressing onto his breaking point.

you are going to open him up, see him whole, and renovate his insides to your will. you are going to take his heart from his chest, breaking through his ribcage made feeble from his sheer affection for you, and claim it as your own. you are going to make him love, like sharp knives, like soft breaths, like tragic past, like warm blood, you are going to make him love.

you are pressing onto his breaking point.

and xiao lets you.

because you will be worth the tragedy, you will be worth everything.

[teddy06writes]

You Didn't Need Us Then, We Don't Need You Now

Requested by this anon: "Okay I thought of this idea during Fundy's stream. Quackity and reader were engaged to Karl and Sapnap, but they left because of Karl losing his memory and Sapnap paying more attention to him. Quackity and reader then created Las Navadas to try and cope with everything that's happened to them. They created a little wedding area where they planned to get married with Sap and Karl. Flash forward to a year or two later, Karl and Sap stumble across Las Navadas and their two former fiancees. And they see everything they've done, including the little wedding area. which is perfectly designed as to how they wanted their wedding together. That's is as far as I got to the imagine in my head. If you could make a fic out of it that would be cool. If not at least you have this cute imagine in your head! 😊"

{Okay, so- so man feels, so many ideas. I haven't seen all of the Los Nevadas streams yet because I've got a lot of school stuff going on, but, I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on. [also Slime from The Ground my beloved]}

Quackity x reader; Past: Sapnap x Karl x Quackity x reader

trigger warnings: maybe some swearing, slight descriptions of a panic attack, slight drinking

premise: After L'manburg was destroyed, two of your fiancées seemed to disappear. With just Sapnap left, you had been scared, but he assured you that the right thing to do was split up to try and find Quackity and Karl. And, well, you found Quackity, but when He found Karl.... something else had taken over, and suddenly Kinoko Kingdom was more important than finding you and quackity again. But thats fine. You and Quackity had been together in the begining, so what did you need from the other two? Las Nevadas could fill the void they left,,, and it did, until they happened to come knocking, right as you were finally moving on.

{Also, parental unit for everyone in Las Nevadas, I love it, brain is going brr so hard}

{also also, purpled is the forgotten eldest child of the server and no the ufo does not get blown up}

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"It's gone, (y/n) it's all gone," You said with disbelief, staring over the barren, ashy place that had once been L'manburg and El Rapids, "We couldn't stop him."

Sapnap took in a shaky breath, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "We were never could have. Even if the supplies weren't destroyed."

The remaining people had already cleared out, but you had only now come to see the damage, having been forced away from the battle by your fiancées.

"I could have helped." You fell to your knees, still staring at the wreckage.

Sapnap could only sigh at the broken look on your face. You had lost the only home you'd ever known, but what had he lost? Well, for one thing, Karl.

Karl was still no where to be found, and now it seemed that Quackity had disappeared.

He fiddled with the purple band that circled one of his fingers, "Look- we- we need to find Quackity and Karl. Q looked pretty bad the last time I saw him, and Karl-"

Resolutely you nodded, dragging yourself to stand, "Karl is Karl. He'll be happy that his statue missed being blown up. I think its Q we should be worried about. This place- El Rapids- that was everything to him."

"Well- how about you go find Quackity, and I go find Karl. We're bound to find them eventually if we split up." He offered.

You studied the look on his face, "You're covering for him. What's going on?"

Sapnap only shook his head.

Crossing your arms you turned toward the hill, and what was left of the prime path, "Quackity has the deed to some land. North of Spawn. Meet us there once you kind K, alright?"

"Okay." He said softly, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Be safe." You advised, already starting away.

~~

It didn't take you very long to track down your Fiancé, in all the time you'd known him (much longer than you'd known the others), he hadn't changed too much.

So, when you made your way through the twisted paths near Pogtopia, he was up on the ridge, sitting on the rock that had for so long, doubled as a bench.

"It's good to see you're safe." You hugged your arms to your body, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

As soon as you were sitting next to him, he was leaning on you, "He destroyed everything- all that work- El Rapids-"

"I know." You wrapped your arms around him, finally letting your own tears fall, "I know."

"What are we gonna do? I just wanted a place for us- I just- I wanted to make a place for us- all we asked for was recognition- and now the only place that saw was recognizing us is gone."

It had taken a while for Quackity to stop talking about everything that had been destroyed. Even then he kept asking, "But- Just wanted to make a place for you guys, how are we gonna do that now?"

"We can still make a place," You assured him, even as you yourself were unsure, "We'll make our own little country. So far out where no one will be able to blow it up."

He seemed to take to the idea quickly, and that night, as the two of you sat together in the camp that had been made within the caverns of Pogtopia, he talked feverently of the country you two would make.

He talked of buildings, of businesses, and of wedding venues. The plans he made up that night, they were almost enough to make you forget about what had happened to your home.

"What about that land north of spawn?" You suggested, letting your head rest back on his shoulder.

Quackity thought about it for a moment, "I mean- its just some desert, but I think we could make it work."

"Good, I told Sap to meet us there once he found Karl."

He nodded, "We'll head up there, and start getting everything ready, and then when they're ready they can come up."

~~ This was how three months came to pass, with the busyness of planning the new city, the beginning of construction, the meetings with Sam to plan for the new economic system that the new country would spread through the lands.

Yet you still felt off. It had been that long and Karl and Sapnap had never returned, something must have gone horribly, horribly wrong. It nagged at you, constantly, Drove you sick with anxiety somedays.

"(y/n)."

You looked up from the designs for the next casino you had been going over, "Sam! I didn't know you were visiting today! What can I do for you?"

"Uhhh, I wasn't planning on it, you better come out here- it's Quackity, we had been discussing- some things. I don't know what happened but when he passed back through-" The creeper hybrid trailed off.

You quickly stood, rushing passed him and through the hall to the courtyard where Sam had left him, gasping for breath and tugging at his hair.

In an instant you were kneeling beside him, "Breath baby, breath."

"They- he- George- Kinoko- Sap- left- on purpose-" He blubbered.

"Hey, Q," You took his hands as gently as you could, "look at me. Breath, breath with me. Come on, breath."

Slowly, he began to calm down, and by the time Sam was long gone he slowly began to explain what happened.

"I was heading back from talking with Sam, I saw George outside the prison. He kept talking about something- about- Kinoko Kingdom..." He sighed.

"Kinoko- what?" You asked, confused.

He let his head drop into his hands, "Karl and Sapnap.... started another country- called Kinoko Kingdom... they didn't even wait for us."

You felt your heart drop, if you hadn't been holding his hands yours would've been shaking, "What-"

Quackity could only nod shakily as he pulled you into his arms.

"I told him to come back here- I told- why didn't they-" You muttered absently.

The only noise in the courtyard was from the fountains, and the small sniffles from the two of you.

You were still in a state of semi-shock and sadness when you felt his arms tighten around you.

"We don't need them anyway. Las Nevada's can prosper without them."

~~ "Purpled? You want to get him in on this?" Quackity frowned.

You shrugged, "He's a mercenary, he could be of some help around here."

Your fiancé studied your face for a moment, "No, that's not it. Why do you really want him here?"

"Look, he's-" You sighed, "The kids been through a lot. He doesn't really have anything anymore, he needs somewhere, someone at least. We owe that too him at least."

After a moment, he nodded, "I haven't spoken to him since I paid him for his help with that egg mess. He- didn't seem to like me being around."

"I'll try to find him, he'd talk to me, I'm sure of it." You stood up from your seat at the table.

"You're going now?" He asked, following you across to the coat room.

You nodded, tugging on your boots, "If I want to make it through to the Greater SMP before it gets dark. I'll see if Eret will let me stay the night, then I'll head out again."

"Be careful." Quackity advised once you were ready.

You pecked at his lips, "I always am."

The journey to the Greater SMP went quickly, and after a nights stay in Eret's castle, you had made your way to the UFO, disappointed to find it seemingly abandoned.

"How the hell am I supposed to find him if the one place he ever seems to be is empty." You muttered, glancing around the base of the UFO.

You shrugged off your knapsack, dropping it to the side, followed by the sword that had been at your hip, and then you began to climb.

Even the inside of the UFO was completely empty, devoid of any chests, crafting tables, or furnaces.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

You jumped, turning to find Purpled, in full netherite, sword gripped tight in his hand.

"I- We've been looking for you." You fumbled for an explanation, holding up your hands in a sort of surrender.

He scoffed, "I already did a job for you people, I'm busy now."

"Not for a job Purpled!" You couldn't help but exclaim, "Some people actually try to find you for more than just that."

"Then what do you want?" He snapped.

"Did Q tell you about Nevadas?"

Purpled frowned, "Yeah, he mentioned it."

"Well, I think you should join. Come in on the project."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

You sighed, "Look, Purpled, you- everyone here, in this smp, they don't care, they don't bother to know you. You- you don't really have a place here-"

"You think I don't know that?" Purpled's grip on his sword tightened.

"So, If you come with us, join Las Nevadas, you can have a place- have people who care. You need people, Purpled."

"I don't Need anyone." He insisted.

You sighed, "Someday your going to have to see that that's not true. Please consider joining Las Nevadas, no one here cares, but we do."

"That's not true," He said bitterly, "You just need me to do another god damned job."

With a shake of your head you turned, preparing for the climb back down, "Purpled, this smp isn't kind to children, but I think it's been the most unfair to you. Out here your being forgotten, but you might not be if you join us."

~~

At the base of the UFO you were surprised to find a strange, slimly looking boy digging through your bag.

"Hey!" You yelled, "Don't touch that! It's not yours!"

He looked up and froze, realizing he'd been caught.

You snatched your things away from him, quickly unsheathing your sword, "Who are you?"

"Uhhhh, I'm a meat person- same as you!" He offered.

"You- you're- uh-" You sputtered for a moment confused, "Why were you touching my things?"

"Uhhhhh, Dap me up!" He said avoiding the question.

You stared at him for a moment, "I don't have time for this."

As you started back toward the prime path you heard him call, "Nice to meet you (y/n) from Las Nevadas!"

"How do you know my name?" You demanded, whirling around.

"Oh, I know a lot of things." He laughed, "I see lots 'a stuff."

You frowned, "Uh huh. I'm gonna- walk away now."

~~ A week had passed, and there was still no signs of Purpled, nor Fundy or Foolish, (both of whom Quackity had gone to speak to whilst you were away), coming to Las Nevadas.

You were sure that Purpled would come around eventually, but had no faith that anyone else would join Las Nevadas, until you had heard a strange noise in the night.

It had been a cross between a clang and a yell, and then almost like something being dragged.

You had been going over some of the contracts you had been preparing for if anyone ever did show up when you'd heard it, and your fiancé seem to be gone from his own office, and your bedroom even, so quickly you armed yourself with your sword before hurrying out after the noise.

The streets of Las Nevadas were still partially lit by street lamps as you hurried along, it didn't take you long to find your fiancé, just outside of city limits, pacing In front of a strange looking hole.

"What the hell are you doing?" You hissed.

"Hey! It's (y/n) from Las Nevadas!"

You jumped at the voice, turning to see that no, the hole wasn't green, that the same slime boy from before was sitting in it.

"You! What are you doing here?!" You exclaimed.

"Quackity from Las Nevadas put me in this hole!" He said cheerfully.

Quackity grabbed your shoulder, turning you away from Slime and the hole, "You know him?"

"He was trying to look through my stuff after I talked to Purpled," You explained, glancing back over at the hole, "Said he sees just about everything, uhh, as far as I can tell, he's like the hybrids- but- weirder."

"Nope! I'm just a totally goopless guy! I'm bones and stuff!" He called from the hole.

"Oh god we have crazy people here." Quackity muttered scrubbing a hand over his face.

You moved to crouch next to the hole, "What- uh- What are you doing here buddy?"

"Oh I'm just oozing around. Dap me up!"

Confused, you complied, nervously laughing as he grinned at the handshake.

"I found him spying in the restaurant." Quackity sighed.

"What's spying?" The boy in the hole asked, "I just listen."

"Yeah well tell me exactly what you heard or I'll ill you right now!" Quackity threatened, pulling out his sword.

He hummed, "Well, I saw you, and I saw (y/n) from Las Nevadas. And there was a green guy, and a purple guy. I know of a Red guy, dead guy but he's not dead anymore-"

Your breath hitched, "Dead guy?"

"Yeah, looked real ashy- maybe even ...sooty?..." He confirmed.

Quackity glanced back at you, "And he's not dead anymore?"

"No. He's weird now. Got gray hair instead of grey skin. Used to run a country- got blown up though."

"How much have you seen man?" You asked, incredulous.

He shrugged, "I mean, I move slow but I've seen a lot. Lately a lot of conversations about taking advantage of the ever so fragile human psyche through gambling."

"Holy shit." you muttered.

Quackity glared up into the night sky, almost looking for an answer.

Shifting closer too look at the boy you frowned, "What's all that green stuff?"

"Oh- those are just- my totally normal- human parts! I'm a person!" He grinned.

You sighed, "Uhh, look, what's your name? Like how I'm (y/n) from Las Nevadas, who are you?"

"Oh, I'm goop from the ground!" He smiled for a moment before realizing his mistake, "I mean- I'm a meat person!"

Quackity still seemed to be praying to the sky, not paying any attention.

"Goop from the ground," You muttered, slowly connecting the dots, "Well, uhh, goop, how bout I give you a regular person name?"

"A person name? Oh boy!" He laughed.

You thought for a moment longer, "How about- Charlie?"

Charlie grinned, somehow even wider than before, "Woah! I have a real human name! Like any other regular human meat person!"

"Yep, you do." You chuckled.

"And, to be clear, I definitely am one of those, and not a piece of goop, that's slowly come to the surface, hiding as a person!"

As you continued to talk with Charlie, Quackity seemed to come to a realization, "He's like an accidental spy!"

And, when you helped him out of the hole Quackity was quick to say, "Well, this- this- was- was uh a formal greeting! Yeah that's what we call them!"

"Wow!" Charlie mused.

The walk back to Las Nevadas was quiet, until Charlie turned to you, "(y/n) from Las Nevadas, if I'm Charlie- where- where?"

You smiled, "Do you want to be Charlie from Las Nevadas?"

~~

By the end of the same week, after having gotten Charlie fully on board, and slight agreement from Foolish, word finally came from Purpled.

You'd been working on the next phase of the whole Nevadas Project when Charlie rushed in, "(y/n) from Las Nevadas! There's someone here!"

You frowned, "Who?"

"Purpled from UFO!" He practically yelled.

Standing, you tucked your papers away, "That's perfect Charlie, thank you. Do you want to come with to help show him around?"

He nodded, following you out of your office.

Outside, you found Purpled, along with his dog, looking up at the casino in awe.

"Purpled! You came!" You called cheerfully.

The boy turned, a strange expression you couldn't read on his face, "What? No 'I told you so'? No 'I knew you'd come around eventually'?"

You shrugged, "I'm just glad you finally came."

He sighed, "It's not like they needed me anywhere else."

You put a hand on his shoulder, "That's alright, We need you here."

"They- I went to tell Ponk I was leaving," Purpled sounded too broken, too tired, "He said he was too busy to talk to me."

Before you could say anything, he continued, "I had a house, near L'Manhole. I- I uh blew it up, to see what would happen," His shoulders began to shake, ever so slightly, as he finished in a whisper, "No one even noticed."

In one quick move you wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug, "It's okay Kid, it'll be okay now."

That was how your fiancé found you, standing outside the main casino, a teen all but sobbing into your shirt, Charlie looking on confused.

~~

And so, the time passed, Las Nevadas grew, and you and your new little family did along with it.

Quackity found it funny, really, your ability to bring people onto your side be connecting with them emotionally, and as he put it, all but adopting them.

Charlie still took up a room in the apartments you and Quackity staid in above the offices. Purpled would come over when things around the country weren't so busy, and you'd talk for hours, Foolish joining in some of the time.

Fundy, on his first night in the city, had broken down to you, the same as Purpled, but you'd helped him put himself together. Though Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo didn't have official places in Las Nevadas, it seemed a chunk of their time was spent there.

Yep, that was your new strange family. You, Your fiancé and the kids but not really young enough to still be kids you accidently adopted.

Now, you reflected on this quietly, from the top of the needle.

"You okay?" Quackity asked softly, looking over at you.

You chuckled softly, "Can you believe that it's been two years?"

"No, can you?"

You shook your head, "You know, I've been thinking. A long time ago, you told me we were better off with out Karl and Sapnap."

He watched silently, as you pulled the other two rings that you had kept, holding them up by the chain they were strung on.

"Maybe- you were right- and maybe it's finally time to get married. Just us. We didn't need them to get here, we won't need them for anything else."

A small smile slipped onto Quackity's lips, "Would you marry me?"

"You already know the answer to that." You chuckled.

"So it's a yes?"

"Obviously." You scoffed.

"When should we have the ceremony then?" He asked.

"Right now," You mused, "We opened that wedding hall for a reason, right? We could get married proper, right now. It's already decorated the way Tubbo originally planed."

He laughed, "Let's do it tomorrow that way we have time to get like, notices out and shit."

You smiled, "Of course."

The sun had begun to set during this discussion, and you looked out over the peaceful landscape with a soft sigh, yes, this, this was home.

And even as you heard Charlie tripping and crashing his way up the stairs, the thought still filled your head.

"Quackity and (y/n) from Las Nevadas!" He exclaimed, "Purpled from Las Nevadas found some people by the border!"

In an instant, both you and Quackity were standing, "What were they doing?"

"Looking around, real weird like. Fundy From Las Nevadas said they might be here to attack us! I hope they aren't."

You followed Quackity past him and back down from the tower, drawing your sword as Charlie called out where he had left Purpled and the mystery people.

What you found was not what you expected.

Purpled stood, sword drawn and pointed at the men you least expected to see now.

Karl looked scared, tucked back behind Sapnap who was moving to draw his own sword.

Not another move!" You barked, moving to stand in line with Purpled.

Karl's face light up upon seeing you, "(y/n)! Quackity! I missed you!"

"Did you?" Quackity spit.

"Sapnap drop your sword." You commanded, not paying attention to the strange look on their faces, no one, and I mean no, pulled a sword on your family.

He frowned, "Wh- (y/n) don't be like that. I get it- but- why..."

"What are your intentions? Why have you come here?" You asked.

"We wanted to find you!" Karl said, "We missed you (y/n)."

"Uhh, that's (y/n) from Las Nevadas to you." Charlie said.

Quackity sighed, grabbing Charlie by the collar and pulling him back, "Sorry- he's been learning sass and sarcasm lately."

"Still, what are you doing here?" You pushed.

"We wanted to find you! You've been gone so long, we thought we'd go looking." Sapnap explained.

"We've been gone?" You scoffed, "You were the ones who disappeared."

Karl moved forward, grabbing your left hand, and Quackity's right, "We just wanted to come back, to finally get married."

You pulled away, slowly sheathing your sword, "You can't be serious?"

"What do you mean?" Karl asked, the smile just beginning to drip off his face.

"You fucking left us- We were just trying to make a place for the four of us to be safe and you left us! And now you want back? Out of the blue?" Your voice steadily grew louder, "You cannot show up here after abandoning us like that!"

Quackity gently took your hand, murmuring, "(y/n)..."

"No. They don't get to do this!" You turned to him, watching his face change upon seeing the mix of anger and sadness in your eyes.

"W- We'll talk about this tomorrow, away from the kids," He asserted, for once not earning any protest about age from Purpled or Fundy, "Charlie, you think you can take these guys on a tour of the place?"

He nodded eagerly, "This way this way!"

As Sapnap, Karl, Purpled and FUndy began to trudge after him, Quackity turned to you, "(y/n)?"

You just shook your head, pulling your hand out of his and starting away.

~~ Purpled had followed the tour party quietly, taking a page from Charlie's book and watching, observing everything.

He had seen the pain in your face at the suggestion of marriage, and the anger in Quackity's just upon seeing them.

So, he followed the men warily, watching the way Karl exclaimed about how he had built an Effile tower just like the one in the city in Manberg, and the way that Sapnap mentioned fondly how the décor at the wedding hall matched the ones you two had always spoken about.

Hearing it nearly drove him mad. Did they not realize that it had all been for them? That dreams of them arriving were the only thing that had ruled Your and Quackity's minds?

When Charlie had directed the group, which by now included some of the other tourists, past one of the bars, he stopped.

Inside, Quackity was slumped at the bar, a bottle of whiskey in hand.

"Drinking away your problems won't solve them." Purpled sighed, pulling the bottle away from him.

"We were doing so good without them. You know that Purp. But here they are, back and ready to fuck things up again. That's how it's always been." He muttered.

The boy shook his head, "They don't realize how destructive they are? Do they?"

"Never have." He sighed.

"Lets get you back home."

Quackity allowed himself to be manhandled into standing, and then led out of the bar, back toward the offices, and toward the apartment.

"(y/n) will figure it out. They always do." Purpled assured him, pulling open the apartment door and ushering him in.

"But they shouldn't have too," He sighed, running a hand through his hair, not bothered by the way his beanie fell to the floor, "They've dealt with so much without help. Yet they're always the ones to help us."

~~

Once he had wrangled Quackity into the bedroom, Purpled headed back out, finding Fundy at the base of the Needle, "They up there?"

"Yeah," The hybrid sighed, "Quackity?"

"Got drunk. He's- painfully coherent though." He winced.

Fundy ran a hand through his hair, "It's hard to believe one of the nicest people around is the one to fuck them up like this."

"Makes perfect sense to me," Purpled said as they began to make their way toward the stairs, "My first night here- I was having a hard time, because- the whole server acted like I didn't exist. (y/n) told me about how Sapnap and Karl had abandoned them."

"Did it seem this bad though?" Fundy asked.

"No- but that was before they turned up again talking about marriage."

By now they had reached the top of the tower, and Purpled could see where you sat by the ledge, feet dangling over. Quietly, they both sat down on either side of you.

"How's Q?" You asked quietly after a moment.

"Drunk, but back at your apartment, well supplied with water." Purpled reported.

You nodded, "And K and- Karl and Sapnap?"

"Waaay to blissfully ignorant." Fundy said.

Quiet held you three in silence for a moment, until at last Purpled sighed, asking, almost bitterly, "So- are you gonna marry them? You were going to once."

"Even if I did it wouldn't change anything here." You mumbled.

"Sapnap was talking about how cool it would be to come back and visit from Kinoko after the honeymoon." Fundy admitted.

Before you could say anything Purpled drew one of his knees to his chest, "I- don't- it feels like they'd be taking you away from us- I like it the way it is. Things are nice, and they're just fucking it up."

Fundy nodded, "As much as I hate to say it, he's right. If you people all get married nothing will be the same. I kind of liked having parental figures, I don't want them messing that up."

"They won't." You promised softly.

By god, if you hadn't already made up your mind, their words would've swayed you.

~~ After a while, you stood, "Let's go home."

They followed you tiredly, Charlie joining the mini procession at one intersection, telling you that Sapnap and Karl had gone to get a hotel room.

At the apartment, Quackity was sitting on the couch, already seeming more sober than Purpled had told you. When you sat next to him, his arms were quick to wrap around you, holding you like a lifeline.

Charlie took his place on the other side of the couch, Purpled curled up in the armchair, and Fundy dug around until he found one of the old projectors he'd left there, queuing up a movie.

"Hey, just like on Nightmare's days!" Charlie laughed, referring to the infamous 16th, where, just about every month it seemed you, Fundy, Quackity and sometime Purpled would have nightmares of the Manburg Pogtopia war, and everyone would congregate in the living room to watch one of Fundy's movies.

"Sure as hell feels like one." Quackity muttered.

And so you watched the movie, though your thoughts drifted, thinking of how you would deal with your reappearing ex-fiancés.

As you thought, you created a mini script in your head. Exactly what you would say came you.

"You didn't need us then, and we don't need you now."

Yes, you thought, leaning more into Quackity's side, thats what you'd say, after you talked about your new family.

(and the next day, you did just that)

[luminnara]

She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

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Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

Word count: 2,124

You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all. 

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency. 

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week. 

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?” He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!” You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

[mochikeiji]

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Request: "For your event can I have my bby, Inumaki Toge (sorry for being so predictable) and prompts 50 and 6 🥺👉👈"

50. "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you"

6. "No, don't cover your smile"

↠ Pairing: Inumaki Toge x F!Reader

↠ Warning: mini make out session in the end, mostly fluffy soft times, italicized fonts are Inumaki's lines through texts

↬ Word Count: 1.3k

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

As much as you find the certain white haired but quiet ball of sunshine, there was one thing that sometimes bothered you. It wasn't major— Inumaki was alright as he is now. If not, perfect you would say. The only thing you don't comprehend is that he kept wearing that long sleeved, collar that reached his mouth. Even you find your annoying teacher was wearing the same thing as your boyfriend after yelling hysterically how he's found his long lost twin while poor Inumaki was dragged out of the blue.

You get it's for hiding the tattoos on the corners of his lips. Maybe there was more to it, but Inumaki wrote it on a paper; a way of communicating, that it wasn't at all that sacred or anything to hide. He just grew fond of hiding his mouth for a long period of time. Though he admits it does kind of make him insecure of the times people saw him in person while walking down the streets with a normal attire. All you could ever have in order to read his emotions were his eyes. There were moments you'd catch a peek of his full features during missions. But it hasn't even reached a minute or so he's already hidden himself like a turtle.

Staring longer at him while laying down on bed bored, it dawned to you how you've never caught on what he'd look like if he smiles underneath that suit he wore. This made you tempted to zip down the little zipper in display, but you know better than to pry in his comfort zone. But oh, can you imagine, just a cute kitten like smile. Or even a pout when he's clinging onto your waist during mornings for more over time cuddles. You needed to see that.

"Hey, Toge."

Fingers tugging down the hem of his suit, Inumaki's attention drifts off of his phone from what Yuta was sending and peered at you, "Shake?" he starts, fiddling with your fingers with his. He does this a lot even in public, so intrigued at how much it has an affect to make his insides all giddy and warm from the playful gesture.

"Can I please see you?"

He snorts a little as he types something on his phone. Lucky you, yours happened to be right next to you. The screen lightening, pinging a notification coming from him,

You already are, you dummy.

Inumaki chuckles a bit when he earned himself a pout and a huff from you. Pinching your cheeks gently in a way of saying sorry and waits for you to explain, "I mean, I want to see you. You know," widening your palm a bit, facing it near your own mouth and began waving up and down at him. "Without the thingy in the way."

He messages again,

Thingy? Really? Aren't you cute.

Sitting up from your position, you waddled closer to his body. Inumaki shifts himself to sit comfortably at the edge of the bed for you to settle yourself on his lap. His hands roamed for a good seconds behind your back, occasionally trying to be sneaky once he's reached a bit lower, but settles nonetheless on your hips.

"I wanna see you smile." while playing with the dangling zipper, "I've never really seen you take this off whenever we're together. Don't get me wrong! It's not ugly! I just, you know."

It startled you when he coos quietly. Squinting his eyes and booping your nose softly. If you weren't mistaken, did he just wiggled himself? He resumes to typing once again something quickly and flashes his screen towards you.

You're just precious.

But I'm not gonna do it.

Kind of bummed from what he said. Then again worried you may have been pushing him on, but then you see his index scroll up from his notepad to reveal the other, large bolded text underneath his last reply,

You do it for me.

"Are you sure? I don't mean to sound pushy."

He types again,

You're not. It's nice to hear that someone can't resist my charms.

Gasping dramatically, you slapped his chest with the back of your hand softly. His shoulders jolting from stifled laughter before grabbing your wrist up to the zipper. It was stupid to have your breath held in. What can you say, it was anticipating really. Giving you a firm nod that it was very much okay for him, you slowly zipped down the collar to unravel half of his face. Your smile was wobbly from failing to hide the embarrassment, more now because he kept arching his brows as if he was teasing you.

When it came to a stop at his chest, your hand automatically reaches out for his jaw. Thumb tracing over the swirly marks now that it was up close and woah, do you want to know if he uses some kind of lip balm or lip gloss. They were so pretty! Probably near as the blubbering blindfolded male.

If you could only see yourself so dazed at him, like any other guy, the corners of his lips rose a tiny bit from all the attention he was gaining from you. He could feel his naked soul burn from the sparkles of admiration through your eyes as you stared at him agape, "You're really handsome."

And like any other guy, to be called handsome hasn't occurred in his book until now. Of course, it's a bit more different if someone you love says it, right? Suddenly feeling quite hot underneath your gaze and comment, his fingers threaded through his bangs to push away from his sweaty forehead. Looking away when he feels the blood in his face circulate to paint his cheeks.

No different than he is, you quickly slapped a palm on your mouth, "I-I mean, you're always handsome! It's just, wow." unable to keep your eyes out of his face, so close you could count the lashes on his eyes, "You're wow. Like, wow. You're with me?"

Couldn't you stop already? It's not often he gets someone praising him. It's always Maki and Yuta that gets the spotlight, occasionally Panda if he's down in the dumps. But couldn't you tell by the way he's suddenly the one who's nervous because of you? It felt too good to hear, he had to gulp down the butterflies that were prying his lips into a large grin. Boy, does he want to hide himself as he lowered his hand from holding his bangs up to cup his mouth. Upon witnessing that, you shake your head with a smile,

"No, don't cover your smile." pinning his hand down, planted on his sides as you leaned closer, "I love your smile."

Nothing but pure sincerity came out from you. What choice does he have to deny you when the reason why he can't even contain himself from smiling was because of you? Shyly tapping on his revealed chest random patterns and scanning each part your eyes could reach, he takes advantage of the closeness you two shared just by the lips. Squeaking between the kisses, his arms circles to your middle to pull you in deeper, your hands acting as a support that held onto his shoulders. Unlike the quick pecks that go by in a flash, he savors this one the most knowing he's got nothing to hide from anything or anyone. No one would've guessed he'd kiss as if it was full of raw, hungry emotions.

Even when you pull away to breathe, he still sneaks more littered kisses on your lips until he was satisfied witha goofy smile on his flushed face. Fumbling to grab his phone open for the prepared text he's put in earlier and pushing it between your faces, "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you."

"You planned this from the start didn't you, you jerk." scoffing playfully to mask your own lovey dovey state from floating to the clouds. He shows you another text briefly before throwing his phone out of the way, resuming back to business in a more intimate position feeling himself become in much need.

© all content belongs to mochikeiji. Please do not repost or copy, ありがとうございました!! (=^･^=)

Take less, more kisses, cutie.

[subwaysurf45]

Scrub-a-Dub

summary; Bucky asks you to cut and wash his hair. 

words; 1413

warning: literally nothing this is fluff

Masterlist!

You have always been the one trusted to cut Bucky’s locks, he always asked you to do it rather than go to a barber. He would set everything up and be too shy to ask you to join him in the washroom so he’d sit in the little chair and hope you’d walk in soon, sometimes he could hear you watching TV outside the bathroom and just wait for you to come in for a commercial bathroom break. 

“Bucky, I told you, just ask me,” you sigh and get your scissors out, he gets everything else out. 

“But I feel greedy when I ask,” he trails off and looks down at his feet, you just sigh and stand behind him. 

He tells you what he wants and you begin, it’s simple. just a little off everywhere and a tad shorter at the front, it was his classic cut. On really bad days during a breakdown he’d ask you to shave his head but he would be in hysterics when he’d ask, you never felt like it was really the Bucky you knew talking to you. He always liked his long hair, in the 40′s you’d never see a man with hair that long; unless they were a hippie before the prime. he liked pulling it back into a bun to match you and sometimes taking your hand and manually running it through his hair until you got the hint. 

You snipped away what needed to be snipped, it only takes around half an hour, it’s very easy because of his straight hair. every time you’d look into the mirror to see Bucky’s face his eyes were always closed, he said you gave him ‘tingles’ whenever you’d touch his head. his smile was so cute, the best part is that it was always involuntary. his cheek dimples would pop up and his eyelids gently rested against one another. 

“Aaaand, done!” you placed your scissors on the table and Bucky opened his eyes, his smile flashing teeth as he looked around. 

“Perfect as always,” he muttered to himself, he sat back in his chair even though the cut was over. a cheeky smile grew on his face while he fiddled with his finger nails, you just put a hand on your hip and waited. 

“You have to ask,” you could read his mind. 

“Nooo,” he groaned like a child, “please I don’t want to sound bossy!” he turned around to face you, rather than look through the mirror, “oh c’mon, you know what I’m thinking, please?” 

“Please, what?” you walked over to the tub and sat on the edge. 

“Can you maybe, kinda, um, like, wash my hair- it’stotallyokayifyoudon’twantto!” Bucky just giggled when you started to run the water, his blush had calmed before he slipped off his shirt. 

Bucky leaned over the tub and kept his flesh arm under his chin for comfort, the vibranium arm found your leg and gently rubbed the spot to show his thanks. the water touched his scalp and his shoulders dropped, a sigh left his mouth while you used the detachable head to get all his hair wet. 

You started to hum a tune when you saw Bucky try and look up to find you, he had told you sometimes when he can’t see you his brain makes him think you’re giving him a dirty look or you are just really unhappy. If he’d ask you to make him a cup of tea while you made yours or just to grab something of his from the room, he’d always come trailing behind you after a couple seconds, just making sure you’re not mad at him. 

“I know, it’s exhausting,” he sighed when you stopped the water to grab shampoo, “dealing with me being clingy and following you around,” the song you were humming turned into your way of saying you loved him and that you weren’t mad when he couldn't see your face. 

The shampoo hadn’t reached your fingers yet, so you leaned forward to meet Bucky’s eyes on the edge of the tub. “you aren’t clingy, you’re loving. And Buck, I need you to know I actually love doing things for you, getting you apples and cheese when you watch TV or giving back scratch, I love it.” you kissed his forehead, “so don’t apologize, please.” you leaned back and got some suds in your hand. 

Your fingers went deep into his scalp and massaged all around, his hair bunching up and getting under your hands. a few drops of water trickled down his bare back but that didn’t compare to how much was dropping off of his forehead. 

Bucky just let you do your thing, he didn’t always get his haircut every certain amount of months, it was more when he felt like it was too long and awkward. When you could actually braid the ends was his rule of thumb, and he knew exactly when that was because of how often you did it. Bucky liked fighting with his hair back, he felt like he twinned with you and also it was more comfortable. When he needed to rush out a fight in a last minute mission it was pulled back into pony or bun, but when you both knew you had time during or before a mission he always found a spot in front of you, one elastic on his knee while a hair brush sat on another, waiting for a French braid. 

“Close your eyes,” you said softly as you used the water again to wash it all out, “there you go, pretty boy. Good job, I bet that feels really nice, huh?” you scrubbed around, “you deserve it.”

You couldn’t see it but a few tears mixed with the washed out shampoo, you never failed to make him cry with the simplest praise. all at once a towel was thrown around his head, you shook it around

a bit and made sure it was dry enough. You’d learned the hard way that hair dryers weren’t appreciated, way too loud. The towel did the trick and Bucky liked to let it air dry after you told him heat on hair can damage it, he took that and ran with it. 

The wooden hairbrush Bucky had a legitimate attachment to sat on the counter, you grabbed it and started to make work of the knots at the back. You both were still by the tub but Bucky was sitting upright at this point, his eyes trained on you as you brushed back his hair. 

He always noticed the very tip of your tongue stuck out when you did the little things: gardening, cooking, brushing his hair. You always got embarrassed when someone pointed it out because you saw it as a bad habit. Bucky reached up quickly and ‘booped’ the little nub sticking out, you gently smacked his arm.

“None of that,” you playfully whined, your face heating up. 

“But I think it’s adorable, it means you’re focusing and I like it.” Bucky stated with a nod, his hands making their way to your hips, gently squeezing and pulling at them, “get closer,” he mumbled and pulled you forward. 

“Let me get the back,” you said absentmindedly. 

“Let me help,” Bucky had his smirk, he scooted forward and threw his face right between your breasts. 

“Bucky!” you tried to push his shoulders back, he shook his head for multiple reasons. 

“Oh, did you say ‘get closer’?-”

“-No!-” you giggled.

“Alright,” he pulled you tighter but kept his face where it was, you were just wearing a sweater so he didn’t get skin to skin like he probably wanted. You sighed and started to brush Bucky’s hair at the bac., every so often his face would move around, claiming he was getting comfy, he would turn his head a bit and kiss you through the febric, only making you laugh more. 

“Now, that will be three hundred dollars for the salon de moi,” you giggled and pulled away, “maybe three-fiffty after what you just did,” your eyebrow raised before you began to put everything away. 

Bucky went when your back was turned and threw you over his shoulder, he brought you back to the bed, “how about another type of payment?” he asked as he started to lift up your sweater, “and thanks for everything, by the way,” it got over your head. 

“Love you, Bucky.” 

“Love you, now time for me to pay up!”

[reawritesthings]

domestic pleasures | wanda maximoff

summary: you were new to westview and you automatically caught wanda’s eye. overtime, you allowed wanda to take good care of you.

pairings: mommy!wanda x fem!reader

word count: 2.2K

warnings: 18+ MINORS DONT INTERACT. degrading, mommy kink, vaginal fingering, eating out someone. slightly overstimulation. slightly forced orgasm. wanda uses her power. dom!wanda. teasing. reader is in love with wanda's boobs. (if i have missed anything, please tell me) :)

authors note: IM BACK with another. the comments and the feedback for lemon tree was shocking. thank u everyone for reading it!! i wasn’t expecting that reaction. anyways, enjoy this :) feedback is appreciated

You never considered yourself lucky, especially in a new town that looked beautiful when the sunset toned the streets. You were a broke college student, desperately trying to make ends meet with groceries, bills and books. It was stressful to find some work in a town full of people who minded their business, except a family of four.

You hardly saw them until Wanda came knocking on your door, offering you meals that she made for her family. Wanda knew from the many nights she saw you from your window that you never ate a full course meal.

Her flower wasn’t nurturing the right way, and she hated it. Wanda didn’t like seeing her flower work too hard. But she did love the choice of outfits you wore.

An oversized shirt that always curves over your bum, giving Wanda a perfect view of your laced panties. She loved watching you, admiring you from afar. You were oblivious to her gestures, just like she wanted you to be.

When she saw you one night taking small bites of her lasagna, she swore that she heard a moan escape from your lips. It captivated her to continue to bring you food so she can listen to those pretty little moans of yours.

Over time, her motherly instincts switch on. She monitored your eating pattern, especially when you were in the middle of your finals. She watched you take scoops of cookie dough ice cream into your mouth and chugging energy drinks into your system.

You were hurting her flower, and she didn’t like it one bit. Wanda then decided she would take matters into her hand. When Wanda asked you out of the blue to come over to fix her printer, a ready-made meal was waiting for you.

It was a small fish dish with tons of vegetables. You weren't a fan of vegetables; half of them weren't your favourite either. You tried to pass the offer but, Wanda was very persuaded. She insisted you stay and eat with her, as a token of thanks for fixing her printer.

You didn’t want to be rude so, you sat with her, watching her cut up her potion. Wanda noticed that you hardly touched your greens, which made her angry. She didn’t show it, as she didn’t want to scare off her flower.

Wanda simply got up from her seat and accidentally brushed your shoulder, apologising straight after. She bent her body towards you, allowing you full access to her chest. You gulped in pleasure at how beautifully shaped her tits were.

“If you eat your greens, you can touch,” Wanda whispered, biting your earlobe. She watched as you gripped your thigh, smirking at how easy it was to persuade you to do something.

You sat there and, Wanda made sure you ate every vegetable on your plate. Each time you ate a vegetable, she kissed your neck, praising you for obeying.

“You can do it. We don’t want to see what happens when you don’t listen, sweetheart.” She mumbled against your skin, making you squirm in your seat.

Wanda slowly started to suck on your neck, feeding into you like you were her dinner. She heard a little whimper come from your lips and licked the mark she created.

“One more, sweetheart.” She praised, brushing her thumb against your cheek. She tangled her hands through your hair, pulling it slightly as she saw you fiddle with the last vegetable.

You quickly ate the last vegetable, looking up at Wanda for praise. She sent a sweet kiss to your lips, humming words that made you feel warm inside.

You instantly felt your body respond to her touches. She was seated next to you, and you felt lost. You didn’t know what came over yourself when Wanda pulled you onto her lap. You instantly snuggled into her, letting your face buried between her chest, as she brushed her fingers up and down your back.

You lightly kissed her breasts, smiling at how big and comfy they were. Wanda smirked and bounced them up, causing you to moan.

“Since you ate all your greens and study real hard today, you get to have some dessert. How does that sound?” Wanda whispered into your ear, seeing you nod almost immediately.

“You are so responsive to my orders, aren’t you?”

You nodded, feeling a blush appear.

“Such a good little flower.” She cooed, pulling you off her and pushing you down onto the floor. She opened her legs and watched your eyes widen at her movement. You saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Be a good little girl and take your dessert. I’m going to make sure you taste every last drop, understood?”

“Yes, Wanda..”

Wanda tutted, “Mommy. You call me Mommy.”

“Yes, Mommy.” You whispered and slowly brought your face to her entrance. You placed your hands around her thigh, and in a straight line, you licked her core. Wanda had no time for you to tease her. She was horny enough from just seeing you obey her. She grabbed a handful of hair and forced your mouth to suck on her cunt. You moaned at the force, trying to suck on every inch of her folds.

Wanda knew you were new to this, as your technique were wonky. She arched her hips towards you, thrusting her cunt into your face making you have no access to breathe. You allowed your tongue to explore her, trying to graze every spot to please her.

Wanda moans found your ears and, you moaned against her core, sucking on it harshly like it was the last edible thing on earth. Again Wanda thrust into you, making you accidentally bite her core. Wanda moaned louder, and you continued to latch onto her bud. You knew she was getting close as her folds clenched around your tongue. She managed to pull on your hair once more and gave you no warning that she was close to an orgasm.

Wanda, in no time, thrust once more before flooding your mouth with her cum. You tried your hardest to suck on every sweetness she gave you. Your lips were attached to her core for a little longer before she moved you away, brushing her finger against your swollen lip.

“You gorgeous thing. Those plumped lips are so useful to me. You were so good, sweetheart. You made Mommy feel so good.” She whispered, pulling you up by your shirt.

“You did so well, darling.” She hummed, allowing you to rest your head in her chest. Wanda watched as you gave her light kisses to her chest, grinning at how easily it was for you to be a submissive.

Wanda slowly moved your face away for her, causing a little whimper to escape your lips. Wanda only grinned at her flower, loving how needy you were for her.

“Go get some rest, darling. Those essays won’t write themselves.”

You nodded and slowly got off her lap, “Yes, Mommy.”

Wanda bit her lip at your tone and watched you stumble your way out of her home. She took the glass of water from the table, taking small sips as she amusingly watched you tumble and walk into things.

“Goodbye, little one.”

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That night you were sorely in the zone to complete one of your essays. A temptation inside you sprung to light after you left Wanda’s that afternoon. You could still taste her in your mouth, and you craved more.

You felt lost without her near. You never depend on someone like you did with Wanda. She was turning you into something that you read in novels, and you liked it.

A little too much.

It was quarter to midnight and, you just finished a second essay. You were tired from studying and decided to take a little nap before returning to your books. However, that nap didn't exactly happen when you found yourself cradled against Wanda's chest.

You awoke and found your face buried deep in Wanda’s boobs. Unaware of how that happened, Wanda pushed your face back into her chest. She knew that you needed her touch, and just like the submissive you were, you took full advantage of it.

“You overworked yourself, sweetheart.”

You hummed, looking straight up at her. You eagerly tried to kiss her lips but, Wanda pulled back and smacked your thigh. You jumped in confusion, putting your head down as you didn’t like it when Wanda was mean.

"You naughty girl. Are you that desperate for Mommy’s lips? You want Mommy to taste whatever you are feeling in your panties.”

You let out a loud moan as Wanda harshly pressed her finger against your soaking core.

“My sweetheart. You are soaking. Did Mommy make you wet, darling?”

You sheepishly nodded and tugged on her bra as Wanda slapped your throbbing core.

“M-Mommy,” You moaned against her breasts, finding a way for you to tug on her nipple. Wanda hummed and saw how close you were getting to her nipple and slapped your core again, but with more force.

“Not yet. You must let Mommy taste you first. Is that what you want?”

You nodded quickly.

“Desperate little thing. You are such a slut, darling. Look at you, trying to hump Mommy’s fingers. How badly do you want Mommy’s fingers?”

“So badly. Please. Please.” The sounds of your begging made Wanda pinch your core. You let out a moan and squirm at the pain.

Wanda slowly pulled your panties down, watching some of your juice trails down your thigh. Wanda’s fingers managed to clean the excess. Without any warning, she stuffed her fingers straight into your mouth.

“Suck.” She demanded and, you obeyed, moaning at the taste of your sweetness.

“You ready for Mommy’s fingers? How many does my flower get?”

“As much as Mommy likes.” You moaned, and Wanda let out a chuckle at how much of a good submissive you were.

Wanda took one last look at you before taking her fingers out of your mouth and slammed them straight into your hole, hearing you cry in pain.

“Taking them so well, darling. Do you know how many fingers are inside you?” Wanda asked, her eyes darken.

You shook your head, pleading with her to go faster.

“Let’s count, Sweetheart.” Wanda whispered, and used one finger to hit one of your spots.

“How many was that, gorgeous?”

“O-One..”

Wanda grinned and did the same again but with three fingers this time causing you to moan louder.

“F-Four?” You manage to say and Wanda shook her head.

“Would you like Four fingers inside you?” Wanda whispered into your ear, fucking your core hard.

You barely gave her a response. Wanda took that as a yes and added another finger inside you. You felt your hole stretch like never before as Wanda slammed her fingers inside you. The tears spilling in your eyes made you grip Wanda's hand.

Wanda smirked and removed your hand from hers. She laughed as she gripped your jaw, so she could see you fall apart.

"My sweet angel. You look so beautiful." Wanda whispered and gripped your jaw harder. You let your tears fall from your cheek as she thrust her fingers in and out of you. You felt your orgasm near as your folds tugged on her fingers.

Your eyes began to see stars as Wanda used some of her magic to add more harsh momentum. You had no idea of Wanda's being a witch and, Wanda loved your obliviousness.

You started to ride her fingers, feeling your high coming through. Wanda kissed your tears away, planting a small kiss on your nose before slapping your thigh to indicate that you could cum.

"Go on, darling."

You cried out in pleasure as you let yourself loose on her fingers, sobbing as Wanda helped you ride your high. Your walls still clenched around her fingers, as you didn't want her to pull out.

Wanda smirked, loving how you took her so well.

“You are so well behaved, Sweetheart... taking my four fingers very well. You are a good little slut, aren't you? So glad I found you."

You opened your mouth, and Wanda laughed at your loss for words.

"How about we run you a bath? Does my little flower need a bath?”

You nodded and hissed at the pain as Wanda took her fingers out of you. She kissed your lips and then your neck, praising you whilst she gently made her way down to your swollen core. She gently kissed your swollen bud and gave you a sweet lick before picking you up.

Out of embarrassment of crying, you buried your face in her neck and watched her carry you towards the bathroom. You still let some tears fall as you felt the pain. She gently placed you on the counter, brushing your hair out of your face as she pinches your thigh teasingly.

“My sweet darling. Look at you. You were so good with Mommy today. You are the most gorgeous thing when you are crying. Those little sobs were for me, and Mommy loved watching you fall apart.”

You felt your cheeks burn with shame as Wanda degraded you. You wiped your tears on your jumper as you heard the tap run. Wanda cooed you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She chuckled and helped you into the tub. You hissed at the pain when the warm water hit your core. Wanda slowly pushed you down, leaning over to wash you.

“No more crying, sweetheart,” Wanda whispered and gently began to bath you. You nodded and stayed put and allowed Wanda to care for you.

“Thanks, Mommy.”

Wanda smiled and placed a small kiss to your cheek. “Anytime, darling.”