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grinsgrimmy · 2 months ago

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Hii!! I’m requesting again 👏👏 Can you do a Izek Van Omertà where they are just opposites? Like Izek is like the moon/grumpy and the reader is the sunshine, yk that type of relationship dynamic (thank you! 😇)

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ㅤᯓᡣ𐭩 𝖨𝖲𝖪𝖤 𝖵𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖬𝖤𝖱𝖳𝖠 𝗑 𝖠𝖥𝖠𝖡!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDE

๋࣭⭑ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢𖹭 headcanons. (1001 words)

note : hi izek anonie!! thank you for your request again!! unfortunately there wasnt any plot or prompt so i ended up doing headcanons. next time pls have a prompt/plot so that ik what scenario to write like last time!! but still, thanks for the req anonie <3 to other readers pls req i have no idea what manhwa to write atp sobss,,

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ೀ⋆ iske finds himself agreeing to silly activities just to see you smile.

iske stood utterly still, gripping the net in his hand as if it were the most foreign object he had ever held. his gaze shifted uncomfortably between the net and you, caught between reluctant amusement and sheer disbelief.

then you, on the other hand, were in your own world. you were giggling with joy as you darted around, waving your own net in pursuit of the colourful butterflies that danced amongst the meadow.

that was yet another of your spontaneous ideas that sprung without a second thought from that pretty mind of yours, iske mused.

despite how spontaneous these little activities of yours that you forced him to join in, he found himself constantly agreeing with you.

why?

that smile of yours.

a smile that seemed to brighten up the world. his world.

no matter how senseless, foolish, or childish these activities you asked him to join, he would always be beside you.

you would ask him to act like a dog, and he would oblige without a second thought. hell, if you begged him to wear a dress, he would. albeit, reluctantly and begrudgingly. people can look at him weirdly for how much he bow down to your whims, he does not care about others' opinion anyways.

despite it all, you remained oblivious to how much you had iske around your finger.

"come on, iske!" you called out with glee. you were so carefree and vibrant.

iske found himself lost in your smile, one that could even rival the sun. he blinked, and an amused smile slowly grew on his lips as he robotically followed your movements.

he awkwardly swung the net in a half-hearted manner to mimic you, which earned a burst of laughter from you as you pointed at his clumsy form.

iske could only stare in daze at your laughter.

worth it, was the only thing iske thought about.

ೀ⋆ despite his reserved nature, iske loves initiating kisses.

iske was not one to initiate public affection.

you were.

in fact, you thrived on public affection. thankfully not overexaggerated ones, but spontaneous little gestures such as intertwining your fingers with his abruptly, hugging his arm, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek or, if you were daring, kiss his lips.

iske never pushed you away, his stoic nature willingly absorbed your bubbly energy to ground himself.

regardless, just because iske was never expressive, did not mean he never initiated affection either. he did, in his own subtle way that always left you breathless.

when no one was looking, when the world's gaze was not on the two of you, he would lean in close, his lips brushing your temple to press the most tender kiss.

it often caught you off guard— oftentimes due to the fact that you could feel his love with just a fleeting kiss.

iske knew his kisses made your heart race, and how it made you so irresistibly flustered that he could not help but began to be more open to initiate it a few more times than he usually would.

hence, even in public, where his reserved nature was more apparent, there were moments. absentmindedly, he would press a kiss to the top of your head. if he stood behind you, his lips would find the back of your head, giving a fleeting kiss.

on some other moments, iske would kiss you abruptly just to make you quiet because that pretty brain of yours really enjoys going off topic. or, if you were proud of yourself because you achieved something, he would entertain you by giving you a kiss too.

if you were looking at him so expectantly, he would grab your chin and kiss you immediately—

his actions always whispered the truth; how much he loves you and adores you. it was undeniable.

iske enjoys giving you kisses. way more than he anticipated.

and to you, his kisses definitely beat your more bubbly ones.

ೀ⋆ if someone does not reciprocate your warm energy, expect iske to glare that person down.

iske's expression shifted quickly from indifference to an icy glare, glowering down so intensely that it was definitely burning straight through the merchant's soul.

the merchant faltered under the weight of iske's glare, stammering and backing to the wall.

iske adored your vibrant and warm energy, and he adored watching you chatter with others with that bubbly personality of yours. you remind him of a puppy.

hence, if iske were to see someone who does not match your warmth or were to ever be cruel to that warmth of yours, he would bury that person straight to the ground.

which was exactly what he itched to do as he bore down on the merchant with an unrelenting stare, showing his clear displeasure.

the market square was bustling with life, and you, as always, were the bubbly force that was cutting through the noise, greeting every vendor.

until you reached this trash.

this trash who was already staring at you with disgust when you have not even uttered a single word and grunted a few insults under his breath—

insults that iske caught immediately.

not everyone could exactly match your energy, iske understood that much. iske would be a little ticked off when people gazed at you weirdly for how you behaved—

however, once he heard the insults under that merchant's breath, that was enough to make him snap.

iske's hand was hovering over his sword, itching to unsheath it and threaten that man's life.

make him kneel and beg for forgiveness in front of you.

however, before he could even commit to his ideas, you tugged his sleeve lightly. he blinked, taking a few steps back, though his eyes glanced at the merchant to glare at him like a furious cat.

you brightly pushed iske along to the next vendor, reassuring him that you were not hurt by how the merchant acted. iske could only let out a defeated huff but continued along with you. he listened to you dutifully, after all.

though behind your back, he made sure that merchant would be dealt with shortly after.

was it unruly of him? iske did not care.

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poisonedprose · 2 years ago

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₊˚✧ come here; you can meet me in the back

bestfriend!leon kennedy x fem!reader smut

warnings: 2.6k words, use of pet names (baby, pretty boy/girl) curse words, reader has ponytail length hair, pwp, unprotected sex, oral (m), cumming in mouth (m in f), fingering (f), p in v, pictures and recording, light choking (f), light spanking (f), small overstimulation (f), hair pulling (m + f)

masterlists , part 1

Leon eagerly knocked on your door, waiting impatiently for you to answer. His mind raced and part of him thought he dreamt the whole Facetime. Thinking that he might just be having a sick fantasy as he put his shirt and shoes on, as he got in his car, and especially as he was at your front door. He knocked again, even though only seconds had passed since he knocked the first time. His phone vibrated in his pajama pants pocket and he quickly pulled it out, relieved to see it was you who had texted him.

its unlocked

hurry up

pls :)

He laughed softly at your last text message, finding it cute that you still cared about your manners at a time like this. he quickly turned the doorknob, honestly a little surprised that it was actually unlocked. "That's not safe." He thought to himself as he shut the door behind him. Despite his disapproval of leaving the door unlocked he didn't make any effort to try to lock it. He didn't even look to make sure the door was fully closed as he took off his shoes, leaving them by the front door, and beelining straight for your bedroom.

As he reached your closed bedroom door he feels himself getting nervous. Before, being with you on the phone, was so pleasurable, would he even be able to handle anything you might try in person? He took a deep breath as he knocked on the door, the wood hurting his knuckles slightly from how hard he knocked. "Come in." You didn't have to tell him twice.

As walked into the room he was met with the sight of you kneeling on your bed, your panties messily sitting at your hips, and an oversized t-shirt that looked an awful lot like it was his. You had a habit of doing that, stealing Leon's clothes and wearing them around your house with nothing but a lacey pair of underwear on when he was over. Now that he thinks about it, you might've been doing it on purpose.

He didn't really know what to do or how to start but he walked over to you anyway, shutting the door behind him. "Hey." You whispered softly and as he got closer he could see the blush that stained your cheeks. "Hey." He smiled at you, using the same volume you did. It was silent as sat on your bed. He can't remember a time when he wanted to fuck you so badly.

There were a few times he thought about it. Once when you dragged him into Victoria's Secret to find some new bras and you had the audacity to try them on and then show him. He had never gotten so red in the face and he's never gotten that hard at the sight of you. Another time when you visited him at work, choosing a very short skirt for the occasion. All the officers making lewd jokes and comments and he knew you could hear them but you didn't seem to mind, simply sitting on his lap to shut the men up.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked sincerely which almost made you laugh. After the events of the Facetime call, asking something like that seemed just a little silly. His hand was rubbing soft circles on your thigh as you nodded. He quickly filled the space between the two of you, crashing his lips onto yours. Your hand made its way into his hair, pulling at the dirty blond strands.

His hand that wasn't on your thigh was rested on the small of your back, gently laying you down on the bed. He laid between your legs, his hand traveling to the back of your thigh. The kiss was sloppy, your teeth clashing together, full of need. "Take this off." You breathed out between kisses as you tugged on his shirt.

He lifted the shirt over his head, quickly returning to the kiss. He could feel himself growing hard under his pants and he silently cursed himself for not being able to hold off longer. "Can I... Can I ride you?" You broke the kiss to say and Leon's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "Y-Yeah, yeah, of course." He was shocked you were so forward, even more, shocked that you were just as impatient as he was.

He got off of you, sitting against your headboard as you crawled on top of him. "Fuck." He swore under his breath as you brushed yourself over his hardening cock. You lowered your lips, to his collarbones, kissing, biting, and leaving marks as Leon brought his hands up to rest on your hips, toying with the waistband of your underwear.

"Fuck, baby." He softly groaned and he could feel the smirk on your face as you trailed your kisses up to his neck and eventually his lips. He was eager, so very eager to feel your pussy around his cock and it showed. His hips bucked up at every slight movement you made. "Someone's impatient." You tease but he doesn't find it very amusing. "I can't imagine why." He whispers as he snaps the waistband of your underwear, making you gasp as the slight sting of pain.

"Okay, okay. I get it." You laugh softly, done with your teasing antics for now. To make up for it, you take your (his) shirt off, letting it drop on the bed. Leon can't help but gawk at your chest. You weren't wearing a bra or an undershirt or anything, you were just fully on display for him. "Eyes up here, Leon." You bit your lip as you noticed him staring, it slightly turning you on.

"Sorry, you're just.. they're just really nice." He says with a blush on his face, obviously referring to your tits. You can't help but blush yourself as you hear the words come out of his mouth. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat. He's thought about what you would look like, naked, sitting atop him but, fuck, his imagination had nothing on the real thing.

"Thanks. I grew them myself." He stares at you for a second before laughing, you following in pursuit. "You're so dumb." He laughs as one of his hands goes from your hip to your ass, kneading your ass cheek slowly before delivering a light smack to it. "Do that again." You whisper and who the hell would he be to not comply? He delivers another smack, a little harder than the first and you can't help the small moan that emits from your lips.

"God, look at you." He whispers as he goes back to kneading your ass cheek, soothing any stinging he might have caused. You can't wait any longer, growing impatient you go to pull your panties off before Leon stops you. "Leave them on." It's not that he doesn't want to see your cunt, or how wet it got for him, but he loves the idea of fucking your panties on with the rest of your clothes discarded.

You nodded, agreeing to his request, but you're still impatient. You still want more. He can see the lust in your blown-out pupils and the desperation in your face. You tried your best to let him move at his own pace, but you couldn't help the whine of desperation you let out. He quickly shuffles his pants off and you were relieved to find out he wasn't wearing any boxers.

His tip was red and leaking with precum. He looked big over the phone but, fuck, he looked even bigger in person. He pushed your underwear to the side, sliding his fingers over your clit. He looked focused as he slid his fingers into your entrance, fucking you with his fingers. His fingers feel so much better than yours did, filling you up so well.

"Oh, fuck, Leon." He looked up at you, his cock twitching as you moan his name. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad." He keeps his voice low, watching in awe as you start grinding on his fingers. "Then do it." He wastes no time removing his fingers from your cunt and lining up his dick with your entrance. "Ready?" He asked with a sincere voice. He'd stop right now if you wanted him to despite how much he wanted this.

"Ready." You whisper and slowly sink down onto Leon, the both of you moaning at the contact. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck." Leon whines as he closes his eyes, taking a sharp breath before opening his eyes and watching as you start riding him. It's slow at first, the both of you adjusting. You gradually get faster, your moans growing louder as you do.

"Shit, you look so good riding me." He was utterly enamored by you, watching as his cock went in and out, being covered with more of your slick with each thrust. "Just like that, baby." His whole body felt like it was in ecstasy, his hands on your hips, guiding you ever so slightly. "You feel so good, Leon." Your hands rested on his toned abs, he was such a sight for sore eyes.

The room filled with moans, the bed creaking beneath the both of you. Leon's hands slid up your hips, to your waist, down your arms, and stopping at your hands, taking your hands in his. Your bodies were warm, getting clammier as the night went on. "I'm close." You whined, unable to form a coherent thought besides the thought of Leon.

You rested your head in the crook of Leon's neck, tiredly kissing and biting anywhere you could reach as you continued to ride him. You could feel one of his hands leave your hip and reach for something, assuming there was something in his pocket he wanted. He gently pushed you away from his neck, making you sit upright on his cock. You could now see the object he grabbed, his phone in his hand with the camera app open.

"Do you mind if I take pictures?" He asked sheepishly. You nodded, your pussy throbbing at the idea of Leon having photos of this for him to look back on any time he wanted. He smiled as he left a quick kiss on your jaw as a thank you and he moved the phone, positioning it so the camera was in front of where his dick was pushing up into you, snapping a few pictures at different angles.

You take the phone from his hands and he looks at you, afraid he crossed some unspoken boundary. You don't say anything as you change the setting on the camera, picking the video option. You press record and place the phone against some random item that resided on your dresser, which was right next to your bed, the camera capturing every movement you both made even in the dim light.

You sped up your movements riding him faster than before but his eyes were stuck on the phone, watching how you rode him through the reflective lens. "Look at me, pretty boy." You gently placed your hand on his chin and turned his face so he was looking at you now. "Holy fucking Christ." He sighed out, he was incredibly turned on knowing everything the two of you were doing in this very moment was being documented and perhaps the idea of someone finding the video on Leon's phone was exciting.

He was suddenly feeling bolder, maybe it was the fact he was being recorded or maybe it was how tight you were squeezing your pussy around him. He reached his hand up to your neck, gently putting pressure around it as he pulled you down to kiss you. It honestly surprised you. Sure, Leon was a cop, and he had to be rough sometimes but for the most part, when he was with people he cared about he was always gentle and careful as if everyone in his life was made of glass.

Your moans got whinier as you got closer and closer to your climax. You redirected the hand that Leon had on your throat to your swollen clit, silently begging for him to help you. He got the hint, rubbing painfully slow circles on your clit with his thumb. "Stop teasing." You pouted. "Sorry," He laughed softly as he sped up his movements. "Can't help myself." He compassionately smiles at you, and he's just too cute to stay mad at.

You gasp as you feel yourself come undone. Your hips stuttered and your nails dig into Leon's shoulder. His hand that rested on your hip helped you keep your pace as his other hand continued to rub your clit, probably overstimulating you but he didn't care. He was close too, his cock twitching as your cunt spasmed around him. Your mind was turned to mush, only being able to whine and moan Leon's name as you came.

"Oh fuck." Leon sucked in a breath, the sight of you and his orgasm nearing being the cause. You slowly lift yourself off Leon and he gently rubs your hip as you get yourself together. Before he could even get the chance to ask if you were alright, you were taking his cock in your hand. He looked at you curiously as watched you take your hair in your other hand, making a makeshift ponytail. Without warning, you take Leon's dick in your mouth.

"Oh, shit, shit. Baby, what are you doing?" He groaned as he threw his head back with a moan. Feeling your pussy around him was one thing, but your mouth? He wasn't ready for that. "Oh, fuck, fuck." He was much more vocal now and if you had to bet on it, you'd say he was enjoying this more than he was before. His hand tangled itself in your hair, taking over the job of holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail so you could use your hand as support.

"Oh, pretty girl, please don't stop." He pulled on your hair as you licked up the side of his dick. He was embarrassed knowing him being this desperate was on camera but he'd be a fool to tell you to stop. "I'm gonna cum." He whined as he bucked his hips up, hitting the back of your throat, and making you gag. "Shit, shit, fuck. I'm sorry." He apologized but he didn't mean it and you couldn't blame him.

You could feel his cum fill your mouth, coating the walls of your mouth with a pearly white color. You continue to bob your head on his cock, milking him as much as you can before he pulled you off of him. He watched carefully as you showed the camera the white liquid in your mouth before swallowing it and sticking your tongue back out as proof.

Leon's breath was heavy as he leaned forward, pressing kisses to your chest. "That was so fucking good. Holy shit." You can't recall a time when you've heard Leon curse so much. "Yeah, really fucking good." You reached over to the dresser and grabbed the phone, stopping the record and switching the setting back to photos. Leon hums in question as he sees you do this.

You point the camera at him and take a few pictures, some of the hickeys and bite marks on his neck and collar bones, some of the scratches your nails left on his shoulder, and some of his sleepy face and messy hair. "What are you doing?" He's so fucked out by now, honestly too tired to even care if he gets an answer for his question. "Getting proof that I got to make a mess of you." You smile innocently and Leon can't but smile back as he sleepily kisses you again.

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whoopsyeahokay · 12 days ago

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Final Housekeeping

October Sun

this a collection of all the silly notes i left before and after each installment of October Sun (Wally Clark x fem!reader). since the story is complete, i decided to tidy the posts up by removing the now irrelevant notes.

this post is entirely self-indulgent. a place for me to return and admire the experiences i had throughout writing this story 😊

end note: i'll just leave this here for now :-)

end note: PART THREE will be up this weekend; a glimpse at Wally's POV as he confronts you about being able to see him👻

intro note: love youuu 🙃

end note: next up is Field Day, things happen, oopsies are made, and the plot not only thickens, it gets juicy. i had intended this part to incorporate all of that, but Doordash delivered caffeinated coffee when i'd explicitly ordered decaf 😭 i have ADHD, so real-people coffee slows me dooooown and makes my brain mashed potatoes 🥺 sorry, guys!

intro note: ✨ alright, beauties, this part ended up with a wordcount almost 3x longer the others, so tumblr forced me to split 'er up. 😅 PART FIVE and PART SIX will be posted in tandem with this one, so y'all don't have to wait to read both 😊

intro note: i had some serious technical issues with these parts, so my fingers are crossed that everything worked!

end note: next part is all Wally being about as subtle as a neon sign 💀 he's too cute, i need to give the babe hugs and snugs and dry smacky kisses all over his lil' face 💕 but that's a PART SEVEN problem 😏

intro note: as promised, here's PART SIX, no wait necessary! 🫶😅

end note: i'm gonna do my best to get the next part up in a timely manner, but please bear with! thank you again, my dudes, for sticking with what is becoming a behemoth of a story 💀 i probably should've mentioned that it's a very involved, very dense plot, huh? 🙃

end note: guys. GUUUYYS. THANK YOU!! your response to this story has been incredible and i am deeply grateful for your engagement 😭 like, i cannot even BEGIN to express how much it means to me that y'all are interested in what i've got to share 😭 i intend to have the next part up soon, but i've just started back at school so🤞

end note: they're so good at talking, eh? 😏 anyway, to let y'all in on my little headcanon: Hana is "helpful student" from episode 2, the girl who alerts Mr. Anderson to the deputy at the door when the class is watching Frankenstein (1931).

intro note: at last, the bbys have words! which means this is a long one 🕊️

end note: dun dun dun...i really hope you guys are still with me 😅 the next update might take me a little longer. between schoolwork and work-work and Life Things, i'm kinda swamped, but i'll do my absolute best to getter done!

sidenote: please let me know if the taglist ISN'T working for you. i'm fiddling with it in the hopes that something will work, so i need some feedback 🫥 merci my loves!

intro note: sorry for the delay, beauties! i was so behind on so many things and am still nursing a rather gruesome cold 🪦 made this one longer to make up for it 🫶

end note: i am so sorry to those of you who the taglist isn't working for! i stg, i am trying everything i can think of to fix the links, but nothing has worked so far 💔 thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sticking with this story despite all the technical difficulties!

if you'd like to be kept up-to-date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS as the taglist isn't currently working ☠️

end note: thank you so much for reading, lovelies! i'm currently working on the next update (which is Reader/Wally-focused) and am hopeful that it'll be ready by the end of this week! so keep an eye out 👀 (@banana-lol no accidents pls 😉)

if you'd like to be kept up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS, since the taglist has malfunctioned 🙈 i'm still adding ppl to it, but i can't guarantee that it'll notify you when i update 💀

intro note: 🚨 THIS IS WHEN our plot diverges significantly from the source material. i felt i should alert you since i've stuck pretty close to the canon timeline until the last installment, and you may have come to expect things to follow that rhythm 😅

that being said, this one's shorter as the next one's gonna be a journey.

end note:

fun fact: my Wally Clark headcanon includes him waking up most mornings in his football uniform, cleats and helmet on, a stain of drool on the padded shoulder of his field jersey, just game-ready and nowhere to go 🏈

note: the next part should be out Sunday or Monday 😌 i wanna get into Homecoming Week sooner rather than later as things pick up and move along pretty quickly thereafter. although i know i've mentioned the rather involved plot this beast hatched, i really wanna finish this before June 🙏

(edit 2024-06-09:

🧠: 😏

Me: 😑

we still have so much to cover omg.)

reblog note:

NEW MATERIAL HAS BEEN ADDED TO THIS PART

an additional 1300 words have been tacked on after Wally's POV. a thousand apologies to those of you who've already read it 🙏 nothing else has been touched.

i was going to post the mini-chapter separately, but it didn't feel right as a standalone. it's supposed to be in PART TWELVE. i don't make the rules 😬

PART THIRTEEN will hopefully still be out either Sunday or Monday 👀 god willing 🪬

intro note: sorry for the delay, gorgeous ghouls; school bit me in the booty. like, just took a whole chunk of my 🍑 in its teeth and tore 🦈 but that's done now 🫠 onwards and upwards!

end note: friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears! i'll be traveling about 4 time zones back tomorrow and might not have the opportunity to write again until Monday 😔 i'll get the next part up as soon as i can, though, i promise. definitely before the end of next week 🫶

end note: i'm so sorry for any confusion, my darling dears 🥺 i'm so grateful that y'all are on this journey with me (and what a journey it is), and i wanna make sure i give you good quality content. i needed to weed out the issues and feel that what's now written is a better reflection of what's to come. bless you all, you delicious specimens 😘

intro note: blessings, blessings, everyone. i come bearing new(ish) content! 🫶

end note: hey my beauties!! thank you so so so so so MUCH for bearing with me as i ironed out the kinks in the plot's fabric. i feel a lot more confident about how to move forward. things just make more sense. i hope everyone is cool with the changes made and that you're still willing to ride this through til the end with meee 🫶

intro note: ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ if you haven't read the updated versions of THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN & FIFTEEN, please do so, otherwise this part won't make sense 😅

end note: this was a lot trickier than i thought it would be, but i gotter done 💪 thank you again for your patience and support, fam <3 i'm so lucky to have you guys 😭

if you'd like to be kept up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS, since the taglist has malfunctioned 🙈 i'm still adding ppl to it, but i can't guarantee that i'll ever use it since attempting to fix the problem is starting to destroy my sanity 💀

end note:

fun fact: Mathilda Grace would be played by actress Cree Cicchino, for anyone who prefers having a visual reference 🖼️✨

note: alright, 16-17-18 are the thorns in my side; irksome and nit-picky and ruthless in their desire to include more of e4 than necessary. i'm finally happy with this one, though it took the week to smooth out the creases, and am already working on the next part to have out posthaste.

thank you so much for your patience, my doves 🫶

intro note: this one may be difficult to follow as i use omniscient POV in some instances rather than third-person. i hope i managed to make the head-hopping clear 🫶

end note: this chapter was written to Amber Run's I Found (TXME Remix). i have a whole soundtrack for this series that i'd like to present once October Sun is complete, but i couldn't keep this one to myself. it's so intense and perfectly captures the fracturing of Reader's mind as she sits in that classroom with her friend's possible abuser.

19 (original)

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fun fact: my high school art teacher (who was also my favorite teacher and probably the best human ever) often had wine in her coffee mug during class. I imagine the Split River High art teacher does the same 😎

Ms. Gendron, if you're out there, salut 🍷

note: we had company throughout the process of writing this part. a little rascal-beans who made it very hard to type 🐈 because hands are playthings and cuddles are of the utmost importance, human, what are you thinking doing other things? (WhoopsBro left his kitty with us for a few days to fumigate his apartment and the wee beast is full of shenanigans 🐾💨)

if you'd like to be kept up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS, since the taglist has malfunctioned 🙈 i am no longer adding people to is as i can't guarantee it'll ever be used again. attempting to fix the problem destroyed my sanity 💀

19 (new)

end note: firstly, i actually really like Claire. i don't think she's a pick me, but i do think she's hella misguided and very entitled. clever, vicious, and kind of terrifying. many things but not a pick me. but Wally doesn't know anything about her except that she and Xavier had a whole sexuationship behind Maddie's back and our babe is loyal.

anyway, isn't this much better? or maybe you don't think so, i dunno, but i'm a lot happier with this part 😅 i truly love writing the dynamic between our 3 main ghosts and the 3 seat-fillers (Ajay, Bernie and Katelynn), but, sadly, those scenes don't always serve a purpose. i'm considering writing brief Asides. in-universe drabbles of our favorite haunt's day-to-day. legit, i have fanfic for my fanfic at this point...

end note: all i kept picturing is this teeny-tiny madwoman glaring ferociously at the squad car as she drives after it to keep an eye on Simon. a crazy, over-protective witch just yelling profanities out of her window at the cops the whole way to the station. Mathilda is a delight.

end note: not edited, we die like students at Split River High.

anyway, thank you so much for keeping up with this journey, my beloveds! the next part might be out sooner than i thought since i have a few days off this coming week. no promises, just hopeful thinking 😭 expect a comical stage as Ajay tries to keep Wally from giving everything away 👻 we have fun here...

ABOUT THE TAGLIST: i'm afraid i am no longer updating or using the taglist. moving forward, if you'd like to keep up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS. that thing took me to Hell and back, and we're no longer on speaking terms...😒

intro note: this one's gonna be long. well, long-er than i'm used to posting in one shot lol

end note: dun dun dun...next part will be out sometime in the end of the week, God willing 🤞

all i imagined during the whole rooftop scene is Ajay just standing there, head in his hands, muttering, "this is why we can't have nice things." that poor, gentle boy needs a raise.

intro note: i lied...it's 5308 words omg

end note: expect the second part to undergo some editing. it unfolded exactly how it was supposed to but i ran outta steam today. we got ourselves a little potato to dogsit for the next three weeks and she's been a handful 🥔🐶

24 (original)

end note: *appears from a cloud of smoke, cloaked and shadowy, Final Countdown blaring* let the games begin!

25 (original)

intro note: sorry for the delay, loves, work was overwhelming (it's busy season) and i'm sick and it was a lot 😩⚰️ ilyg 🫶

end note: Waiting for Godot is so stripped down that I disliked it immensely. also, please remember that time moves differently between the worlds of the living and the dead. so the 2 seconds it takes Xavier to lose his shit is, like, enough minutes in the metaphysical world for our ghost friends to find the forged receipt. like Narnia...it's been a thousand years O.o (iykyk)

26 (original)

end note: fun fact: i'd toyed with the "ppl can see Wally when Reader touches him" reveal for some time, initially thinking i'd do it at the Homecoming Dance. but. plot happened so...yeah no, it didn't work anymore 🤷‍♀️ also, i would've had to account for Nicole, Claire, Mathilda, Hana, Eli...everyone. possibly teachers. all the ghosts. i love writing ensemble scenes, but that is too many moving pieces.

24 (final version)

intro note: 🚨💀⚠️thank you for bearing with me, guys. this is entirely new material. PART 24/25/26 have been combined here to create a massive fluffing installment (6509 words 😮‍💨). i'd suggest rereading at least the latter half of PART 23 beforehand if you need a refresh of the point in time we're returning to. please pretend that the old parts never happened. erase them from your memories 🕰️👁️‍🗨️💤🌀

end note: i am of the belief that Mr. South is spooky in his own right and doesn't need Reader to expose him to the supernatural. agree with me or not, his ominous words to Simon at the beginning of the season set me on a path that i can't ignore 🤭

i really hope you guys are okay with how i'm reworking this. i know i gave away a pretty major spoiler, and i regret that so much because i dearly want you all to enjoy this, but it had to be done. otherwise i was more than likely going to throw in the towel. rest assured, there is SO MUCH more to unfold.

ABOUT THE TAGLIST: y'all know, it ain't a thing around here anymore due to the overuse of ritual magic, some demon-summoning, and an unfortunate sacrifice that resulted in more technical issues than tumblr could handle 🔮🗡️ if you'd like to be kept up-to-date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS. we have fun here (•¯ ∀ ¯•)

intro note: 📜🪶🧡 guess who's baaAAAAaaack~ 👁️👅👁️ thank you everyone for being patient. it was your support that motivated me to write through brain fog and fatigue and the various other symptoms i'm experiencing rn. big ups, bbs 😘 this is the slipperiest of slopes as we close October Sun and step into October Moon. i hope it's everything you've been waiting for (*serenely dodges tomatoes and accusations of clickbaiting smut*). tysm my dearest loves 💘

intro note: ⏰we continue...🐾 we clocked in at 6818 words. for anyone triggered by violence or murder, especially involving children, the plot will still make sense if you choose to SKIP that scene. it begins in Act 3 when we return to Wally's POV. i have indicated that act with "‗‗‗‗🚩‗‗‗‗" to avoid confusion. if you wish to back-arrow out but would like a summary of events, please DM me and i'll happily catch you up in a gentler way 🧡

end note: unedited. written at midnight. you know the drill: i will most likely come back to tinker at the bits i think need fixing 😅

this chapter was written to Daylight (Cinematic) by David Kushner (Act 3). parts of Act 3 had also been inspired by Devil Devil by Milck, specifically the violence that unfolds when Christopher Nears attacks Living Man. the last act was written to Outta My Head by The Eagle Rock Gospel Singers. if anyone is interested in an October Sun playlist, it will be released upon completion of the story (i.e.: after PART 27)🥲🥀

end note: i will definitely be tinkering away here tomorrow 💀

Act 1 was written to The Night We Met (Slowed & Thunder Storm) by Lord Huron. Act 5 was written to You're Somebody Else by Flora Cash. finally, Act 6 was written to Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites.

i can't believe it, guys. we made it. (ignoring that i now have less that 3 weeks to accomplish Series 2 before the second season airs...) thank you everyone who's still clinging for their lives on the sides of this chaos canoe. you're all legends and i love each and every one of you to the moon and beyond 😭

#housekeeping #Milo Manheim #Wally Clark #Wally Clark x Reader #fem!reader #Wally Clark smut #Wally Clark fanfiction #Milo Manheim fanfiction #School Spirits #October Sun

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alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody · 2 years ago

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Ohhh I'm curious what kind of "might be the end times" N/J are living in? And how did that relationship weight happen/when did they individually notice it happening?

they are living in the “we’re nearing the final prediction of an apocalypse theory that has accurately predicted a bunch of other stuff so far” kind of end times! it’s alt-2016 and there are weird signals coming in from space and nobody really knows what’s going on but given the apocalypse theory … it probably isn’t good! N is kind of resigned to it, like, whatever happens happens. if the world ends he’s off the hook for student loans. J is having a much more difficult time with it. he is very much in the camp of “how am I supposed to keep doing my silly little job and my silly little tasks when the WORLD might be ENDING?” he is also learning that he has an anxiety disorder but that’s a different story.

(not that it’s abnormal to be anxious when all manner of apocalyptic bullshit is going on! I myself am anxious All The Time! but he’s realizing as all this stuff is happening that perhaps his massive uncontrollable spirals about it are not … normal?? I honestly think he might eat about that too but rn we are focusing on the happy stuff!!)

but anyway, N and J have been together for 2-3 years at this point. J was a little chubby when they got together, but he also wasn’t much for cooking so a lot of times in the pre-N era he would just make himself a packet of ramen and call it a day. but once he and N move in together, there is So Much Food all the time. N isn’t just making something for dinner, he’s making an entree and sides and bread and dessert and he’s making a little cheese plate for J to snack on while he finishes up work or watches N cook. N also buys a lot of snacks and J is the kind of person who will just eat if there’s food around whether he’s hungry or not, so it, uh, doesn’t take long.

putting the rest under a cut as it got … long … but pls feel free to ask more oc questions!!

J is a very empirical evidence kind of guy so when his pants start getting harder to button and his waistbands start folding under his belly and his shirts start getting tight around his upper arms, he starts paying attention. it’s not a huge shock given how much he’s been eating, but he’s still kind of surprised by how fast his jeans go from “a little snug but wearable” to “I have to unbutton these if I want to sit comfortably at my desk.” (never mind the always-surprising “even my sweats are getting tight now?”) so he finally takes stock and is like, “welp, time to size up!” bc there is no way he’s giving up or cutting back on N’s cooking. could he exercise? sure. is he realistically gonna get up at 5am to accompany N on his morning run? absolutely not. he’ll just buy new clothes.

N notices that J is putting on weight first though. he’s been on the lookout since the first time he cooked dinner for J and J ate three helpings and was like, “oh man, I’m going to get so fat if you cook like this all the time.” to which N was like, “... that’s … fine!” while internally combusting. he enjoys cooking and baking for the actual activity, but he also likes having an excuse to shower people with food for … reasons. when they first started dating he was very “oh no 😇 I accidentally 😇 made 4 dozen cookies 😇 whatever will i do with them 😇?” he notices first that J’s belly is starting to press against his t-shirt and that he can see a couple stretch marks beginning to bloom down his sides. N is taller so he doesn’t have many excuses to ask J to get stuff off high shelves but J likes to do big stretches after a long day of hunching over in his desk chair, so N gets some good looks at how his stomach is starting to shelf over his waistbands. little by little he watches J’s belly button indent emerge beneath his t-shirts. J gains enough in his hips and thighs that N can tell he’s filling out their kitchen chairs a little more. the backs of his thighs are starting to dimple and his upper arms are getting so perfectly, squeezably chubby and it’s taking everything he’s got not to get too handsy and give himself away. he wants to FEEL IT! he wants to EXPLORE! especially since the bulk of J’s gain is from food HE COOKED. he wants the hands-on experience of how much he’s helped J overindulge!

he grinds his teeth and tries to be normal about it until J brings it up, which sort of backfires but also sort of works out because J has his own theories that N likes it and starts making offhanded comments about his gut getting bigger and “maybe I should start hitting the gym” to smoke him out. (J is a queer computer nerd who almost certainly had a traumatic time in middle school PE, he is not going to the gym.) N comes clean and J is very chill with it. he’s gonna keep enjoying N’s food anyway, he might as well have fun teasing him while he does it! he gets a lot of mileage out of it. ate too much at a work function? he can tease N by telling him how much he ate while getting a belly rub and “forgetting” to stifle his burps. got weighed at a doctor’s appointment? he’s gonna whisper that number into N’s ear while they’re making out later. out of breath bc the work elevator is broken and he had to take the stairs? might as well leave N a voicemail so he can hear how out of shape he is. tipsy after drinks with his coworkers? the only cure is cuddling with N and asking him to feed him the pizza J impulse-ordered on his way home. had a big meal and now all of his pants are a little too tight on his belly? time to sprawl on the couch and let his belly hang out unencumbered while he groans and whines about how he knew he was overdoing it, but it was too good to stop. helping N in the kitchen? his belly’s so heavy, guess he’ll have to just rest it on the countertop. none of it is kinky for him but he’s having a GREAT time nonetheless. turning N on is the real reward. (N is in feedist hell but also feedist heaven. never in his wildest dreams could he have hoped for a boyfriend who’s not only cool about his kinks, but is also so enthusiastic about indulging them.)

J puts on 60-70 pounds over the course of their first year together — the first half go on pretty quickly and the second half more gradually — and retires his outgrown t-shirts to wear around the house for N to appreciate. he plateaus around there for the most part but slowly gains a little more as their relationship progresses, and he always gets a little heavier around the holidays while N tests out recipes and bakes a metric fuckload of cookies for everyone they know. at family gatherings J tells everyone who makes a comment about his weight or aims a pointed look at his belly that N is such a great cook and is keeping him so well-fed and gives his belly a little pat or a jiggle. it gives N the vapors. (later J shows him some pictures from college and casually drops that he’s gained almost a hundred pounds since then. N is going to think about that for a LONG time.)

he grinds his teeth and tries to be normal about it until J brings it up, which sort of backfires but also sort of works out because J has his own theories that N likes it and starts making offhanded comments about his gut getting bigger and “maybe I should start hitting the gym” to smoke him out. (J is a queer computer nerd who almost certainly had a traumatic time in middle school PE, he is not going to the gym.) N comes clean and J is very chill with it. he’s gonna keep enjoying N’s food anyway, he might as well have fun teasing him while he does it! he gets a lot of mileage out of it. ate too much at a work function? he can tease N by telling him how much he ate while getting a belly rub and “forgetting” to stifle his burps. got weighed at a doctor’s appointment? he’s gonna whisper that number into N’s ear while they’re making out later. out of breath bc the work elevator is broken and he had to take the stairs? might as well leave N a voicemail so he can hear how out of shape he is. tipsy after drinks with his coworkers? the only cure is cuddling with N and asking him to feed him the pizza J impulse-ordered on his way home. had a big meal and now all of his pants are a little too tight on his belly? time to sprawl on the couch and let his belly hang out unencumbered while he groans and whines about how he knew he was overdoing it, but it was too good to stop. helping N in the kitchen? his belly’s so heavy, guess he’ll have to just rest it on the countertop. it isn’t kinky for him but he’s having a GREAT time nonetheless. turning N on is the real reward. (N is in feedist hell but also feedist heaven. never in his wildest dreams could he have hoped for a boyfriend who’s not only cool about his kinks, but is also so enthusiastic about indulging them.)

#ocs #n/j

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dilucsfav · 3 years ago

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diluc x f!reader (smut)

hi guys welcome back to my page where you realize how much of a whore i am for this beautiful man (pls pls guys I promise i’ll make more characters just give me time i have crippling writers block)

anyways yesyes so diluc. i wanted to make an actual fic instead of just hcs because im a decent writer i think and i can halfway use grammar- anyways yes smut for horny hoes enjoy

!warning(s): sadistic(?) diluc, teasing, hair pulling, marking, semi-clothed sex, rough sex, dirty talk, nsfw 18+, diluc is horny and mean :(, idk what else i missed

The tall man adjusted his gloves, sighing after wiping his forehead with his forearm after just serving a drink. His eyes wandered the room, drinking in all of the faces that were fogged with drunkenness.

He exhaled, rolling up his sleeves and placing both hands on the counter, taking a sharp breath out. His eyes flicked up to your soft hand tapping the counter, his brows furrowed as his eyes adored you.

He gulped down the lump in his throat when he saw your outfit. The tight dress, the knee socks, the strawberry lipstick, the cleavage barely covered.

He had never seen you dressed in such a way. When did you even walk in? He hadn’t heard the clink of the bell at the door from the opening.

Had you been behind a group of people? Your nails were nicely done, the red nail polish suiting the red dress you were in. Your dark eyelashes fluttered, the ruby eyeshadow clearly visible to his view.

“Good evening, Master Diluc,” you addressed, your leg crossing and your brow rising. The man before you looked thirsty- his jaw was hanging low just a bit. You smiled, your nails matching the tint of his hair color. The way his name rolled off your tongue made his mouth water.

He immediately shut his mouth, leaning up and cuffing the rolled up sleeves. “Good evening, (Y/N). May I get you a drink tonight, ma’am?”

He had served you times in the past, and every time he did, you were dressed nicely. Dressed nicely, but never like this. You two loved seeing each other, but you didn’t know that about one another.

You caught his eye every single time, your flashy jewels or your attire. He would be a liar if he refused how much he enjoyed seeing your body displayed on the stool you always sat in.

Nobody else made his breath shake or his hands clench into fists like you had. He tried not to narrow his eyes at you with a lewd tint to them, but sometimes when you weren’t looking, he couldn’t help himself.

He had never felt such sexual feelings for somebody like you. Let alone one of his customers that had walked in from time to time every few weeks. And frankly, Diluc didn’t have a very high sex drive.

“No, thank you, sir,” You quickly said, placing an elbow on the counter and leaning in a bit, closer to his body, his eyes watching your exposed chest. “My eyes are up here, though, silly.”

Immediately, Diluc was snapped away from his trance as he quickly looked up at your expression. His face flushed when he saw your unamused look, your rings tapping against the counter.

“My deepest apologies. Might I make up for my rudeness for something in return?” The bartender fingers collided, his mouth shut as the tip of his tongue glided along his top set of teeth. Studying you.

Girls like you with your hair done up, with your ass hanging out— your dress barely covering it— were girls that Master Diluc usually didn’t fancy.

You were different. Your mannerism around the bartender somehow had a different sensation than any other playful lady who usually flirted with him. Most of the time, he watched the door carefully to ensure that you were not there.

He craved to see your red lips speak to him, or watch your legs cross and your neck fall back. He wanted it all. Diluc was excited when he saw you in the tavern.

“Please, don’t worry about that,” you insisted with a smile, catching the hopeful gleam in the red haired man’s face.

“No,” Diluc pressed, pressing his chest against the bar counter and leaning his head down to your level, his warm breath tickling your hair, “please. I insist on it.”

You smiled to yourself, pushing back a smirk to his words. Ahh, yes, you knew what you wanted— the recipe to one of your favorite drinks that he served here.

You would have loved to ask him right that moment, but he still had costumers to give drinks to and there were people all over the place. It wouldn’t be something Master Diluc would want to let get around.

Your body moved into his movement, your cleavage hanging down right there in front of his eyes. His brow furrowed, trying not to avert his gaze to your pumped out chest below him.

“I would like something…” you whispered, smiling and looking at him through you lashes, “different. After tavern hours, if you must.”

Diluc quirked a brow to your words, eyeing you before biting back his tongue. He didn’t think you were so bold to ask him something of that nature.

Although he didn’t complain, it just stunned him of how easy you were to slip under his fingertips. And, even then, how easy you would be to be under him.

Diluc sighed, moving away from the counter and nodding. “Mm… I can tell you’re in such a mood. Based on your looks tonight.”

You furrowed your brows as he walked away to serve another customer. What was he talking about?

In the last hour, the tavern was open and the clock was going by extremely slow. Diluc glanced over to you, occasionally seeing you fix your bra straps or seeing your legs spread, the band of your underwear wrapped around your pretty hips tightly.

The man had to step to the side to clear his head multiple times, allowing himself to imagine grazing your skin with his fingernails or ridding you of those tight knee socks.

He couldn’t imagine somebody as slutty as you as somebody he wanted to fuck. To touch. To hold.

As his eyes desperately watched the clock, people slowly started leaving the tavern before closing hours. There were empty shot glasses, empty cups, and dirty tables that needed to be cleaned after everybody evacuated.

But that wasn’t going to happen just yet. Master Diluc still must repay his debt of looking at you in places he shouldn’t have looked at.

Although it was an unusual glance, a suspect gesture, and an interesting choice of words, he wondered why you would want something like that from him.

You lifted yourself up to stand, your eyelashes fluttered as you and him stood alone in the empty tavern. Diluc gave you a small look, quirking a brow at your stance.

“So…” you exhaled, walking to your left to walk behind the bar counter where Diluc was. His eyes watched you delicately as you walked past the small sliding door, standing in front of the man.

Your hands were clasped behind your back, and you gulped down your nervousness. Master Diluc looked so sure of himself as he walked close to you with the click of his shoes.

It suddenly striked you of the still fact you hadn’t told him exactly what you wanted. You hadn’t disclosed what “debt” you wanted Diluc to repay to you.

When he stood so close to you, his body towering over you and his hands pinning your hips to the countertop, you realized what he wanted. What he thought you wanted.

It clicked to you. Master Diluc thought you were going to ask him to give you his dick. The most richest, handsome man of Monstadt assumed you were a slut. And wanted underneath his trousers.

Diluc’s brows rose to your hips shifting to the opposite direction of his left hand meeting your hip.

“Is this… what you wanted?” He exhaled, his lips so close to yours. It felt like he wanted this— wanted you.

With a simple pat on his chest, a small turn of the head, and a little smile, he saw the embarrassment displayed on your little face. He saw anything but disapproval.

You wouldn’t stop him— in fact, you would encourage him. You had admired him for so long, had visited him for so long. It wasn’t just because he had money and he was handsome and had good wine— you genuinely wanted to know him.

So when you felt him spin you around and thrust your hips into the bar counter, with his hands holding your waist, you didn’t say anything back.

You squinted your eyes shut as you felt his lips against your ear from behind, the heat of his breath tickling your ear, “is this alright with you, Ms. (Y/N)?”

You quickly nodded, stifling a small “yes” as his hands pushed down the little dress that squeezed your hips tightly. Your ass was on full display for him when he quirked a brow to the lingerie you were wearing.

Master Diluc hummed, unclipping your bra from behind and throwing the cloth to the back. You gasped when you abruptly felt his lips form a circle on your back, licking and sucking at the spot.

You hadn’t even kept track of time by the time your entire neck and back was covered with dark hickeys. Diluc licked his teeth, directing his gaze back down to your lower body.

“Now, onto the fun part.” He carefully pushed you back around to face him, everything uncovered except for your pussy and legs. Master Diluc gripped your thighs, glancing back up to you one last time for any disapproval.

To his satisfaction, you did not object when his fingers ran against your clothed clit, making you throw your head forward on his still fully-clothed body. He slowly pulled down your underwear and grabbed your hips, setting you down on the counter in front of him.

You felt so insecure because of the light shining right above you, and just because Master Diluc took a step back to just look at you. The only thing you had on were the tight knee socks that were suffocating your thighs. You knew the whole reason he didn’t take those off was because he wanted to fuck you in them.

It made you nervous when his eyes lingered on your bare pussy, and that made you push your thighs together and cover your chest.

“W-well? Don’t just— stand there and make me wait, Master Diluc. H-help. Me,” you pushed, blushing and rubbing your inner thighs together. Diluc smirked to your wet cunt rubbing onto his counter.

“Do you really need assistance? You’re doing fine on your own, I see,” Diluc stated, narrowing his eyes down to your sad attempt in giving your pussy any attention.

“I-“ you started, squeezing the counter, “but I don’t want to touch myself!”

Master Diluc’s eyes went dark as he looked at you. He cuffed his sleeved where the ends met his elbow, and he walked up to you while tightening his high pony tail.

You moved back a little when he leaned into you, raising a brow. “Did I say you had to finger yourself in front of me, miss (Y/N)?”

You yelped when he grabbed you and pressed you on a different spot on the counter to where your back was against a wall. He made it so your knees were up and he flung your legs onto his shoulders. You gulped, staring between his eyes.

“Now. Ask nicely to be touched this time.” His cool breath pressed against your lips and into your folds, making your head jerk to the side and made you rub your heels against the man’s back.

“Please. Master Diluc, touch me, please,” you cried when he pressed his middle and ring finger against your clit, rubbing them into your skin with gentle circles.

You shivered, wrapping your legs around his neck. He blinked up at you with half-lidded eyes, quirking a brow.

“If you want me to touch you, your legs need to be spread apart, Ms. (Y/N).” With those words, you slowly allowed them to part again, making Diluc’s eyes narrow down to your cunt.

“Mm…” Diluc hummed, his mouth meeting your hole again and his breath tracing all over your wet pussy.

The bartender grabbed your thighs to keep them still and licked up the mess you had made, as much as he could. He was gentle with his licks and slow with with his hand movements when he rubbed your thighs, rubbing some of the skin underneath the thigh highs.

He planted a final kiss on your clit, making it well-aware that was his way of teasing you. And not eating you out.

Master Diluc snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor and raised his brows at you. “Stand.”

You quickly stood straight, getting on your feet and standing against the counter. Master Diluc’s eyes wondered your body, unbuckling his belt and setting it aside, dropping his pants.

“Turn around, Ms. (Y/N).” With his words, you turned around and furrowed your brows. You gasped when you felt two hands trap themselves on your waist, holding them and slamming your front into the bar counter.

You held yourself on the counter, biting your lip when Diluc’s chest pressed against your back. Your knees almost gave out when you felt his tip.

“Now be a good little slut and stay still, eh?” Diluc’s breath was right up against your ear before you whimpered, dropping your head low. Diluc clicked his tongue, not accepting that response. You grabbed a big handful of your hair and jerked your head back up.

His cool lips were right back on your ear. “I asked you a question.” You quickly nodded, squinting your eyes shut.

“Y-yes…! I’ll stay still like the- good little slut I am!” You cried, looking back at him with creased brows. He quirked a brow to your expression before humming, shoving your upper body and face back down on the counter.

You gripped the bar counter when you felt his cock insert your hole, making your eyes widen from how deep he was slowly pumping inside of you. You whimpered and drooled all over the bar counter, Diluc’s gloved hands guiding your ass against him.

“Mm…” Diluc hummed, pushing back into you with a harsh force, making your head fall on the other side of the counter. He only went faster with each thrust, making the corners of your eyes start to blur to where you could barely see the bar stools right down in front of your eyes.

“A-Agh…!” You cried when Diluc found a certain spot inside your pussy that made you feel pure satisfaction. Your eyes went foggy and your hips shifted when his dick hit that spot.

It made the tavern owner quirk a brow to your subtle movement. You weakly lifted your head as he continued to pound into your cunt, your brows creased when you stared at him.

There was a small bead of sweat down his forehead when he understood what he had done. His dick quickly repeated that same process of abusing your g spot, making your legs spread further and your nails dig even more into his counter.

Diluc grabbed your hair again, yanking your face up by your hair to where he could see your expression. He saw your red face and the tears threatening your eyes. He saw the drool dripping down your chin and the way you were crying out his name— the way your body shook underneath of him.

It didn’t make him stop or slow down his pace. In fact, he only went faster, making your front slam rougher into the edges of the bar counter.

The hands on your hips lifted you up suddenly, slamming your body on your stomach on the counter. Your thighs were spread further and your knees were lifted higher, giving the redhead more leverage.

This just made it easier for him to pound into you, and you gasped at his much quicker pace. The slapping of his balls against your skin filled the room, and your mind went foggy the more his cock sunk into your walls.

A tight feeling began in your cunt, making you grip the bar counter even tighter than before.

“M-Master Diluc…!” You cried and panted, turning back to look at him, “I’m so close…!”

“Ahh? Then cum,” Diluc prompted, slamming his cock slow and hard into you. Almost immediately after, your walls tightened around the man’s large dick. Your brows creased when you felt yourself come all over the ginger’s cock, making you whine.

Suddenly, Diluc took out his cock, and you turned your head, gasping at the man. His hands were on either side of your hips and his head was lowered.

You could only see the top of his head and the rise and fall of his muscular shoulders as he grunted lowly, as he was cumming himself.

You barely arched your back, trying to catch your breath. Before you could even just do that, you gasped when you saw Diluc’s head tilt back up after his release. His brows were furrowed, and he barely looked tired. You jerked your head forward and against the bar counter when you already felt Diluc’s harsh thrusts inside your cunt again.

You looked back at the man once more, clenching your teeth and looking between his eyes. “Master Diluc. I-”

“I know I came. I’m waiting for you to, as well.”

His words confused you. You already did, couldn’t he tell from the way your body reacted? You shook your head, whimpering and staring into his lustful eyes.

“I- I just did…!!” You cried, gripping the counters and feeling Diluc’s thrusts slow a bit.

“Ah…” he trailed on, placing his chin on your shoulder and whispering against your ear, “I suppose you’ll have to do it again. Let me watch you this time.”

#diluc x y/n #genshin diluc #genshin impact smut #master diluc #diluc ragnivindr smut #diluc imagines #diluc smut #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x you #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact #hoyoverse #mihoyo #diluc scenarios #genshin smut

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madness-in-the-flesh · 3 years ago

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Prompt 66 for Church and Jorge pls (they're a very endearing duo, it's great to see some content with them)

My thoughts exactly anon. They're just. Mwah. Amazing. I adore them so. I want to be held by them in one hand and then squeezed like a stress toy where my eyes pop out and make a squeak noise.

anyways odd specific information over. Here you go! +)

Church and Jorge Prompt Drabble

GENRE - Romantic

PROMPT - “ You’re the only one that truly understands me.” [ From this prompt list ]

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Kidnapping, Intimidation

You were thrown over Church's shoulder - Having been caught in another one of your escape attempts. You were screaming and kicking, Trying anything in your power to stop them from taking you back.

" STOP, GET THE FUCK OFF ME " You screamed as they only laughed at your attempts. Making little comments between the two about how cute your defiance was. Then how sad it'd be for having to punish this behaviour later. Oh well, They enjoyed that at least. It was only when you made the simple mistake of a yell that stopped the duo dead in their tracks.

" I NEED TO GO HOME. " and with that. You felt the automatic tone change.

This hurt them both. You could feel the somewhat regular aura of silly giggles turning ice cold. You don't think you've ever seen them like this, not in all those months they'd kept you on lock down. Not any time you " misbehaved " for them, broke a rule. They'd always have a laugh about it. The grip around you tightened for a moment, Before you felt Church put you down, now in-between the two. Jorge was opposite Church and the two practically toward over you. Keeping you between them with no way out.

" Say that again " Jorge commanded, hands on his hips as he stared. Church tiled their head in a questioning manner. In that moment, you decided that it was entirely possible for them to be serious. The tone of voice chilled you. Shrinking down into yourself, You whimpered momentarily.

" I... I need to go home " you squeaked out, Stumbling over your words and fidgeting with your hands. The two looked at each other for a moment, Holding each other's gaze before Jorge scoffed, which lead to a small chuckle from Church and then it descended into vicious laugher. You weren't really used to their laughter being aimed at you like this or any other scenario. They'd gotten a good giggle out of your futile attempts to get away before but... This wasn't the usual

It was the tone they'd use for their enemies, wanting them just to know how meaningless what they were doing was. How meaningless what you said meant to them.

Jorge patted Church's shoulder, calming them down as they both attempted to stifle laugher before turning back to you. Their gaze made you feel smaller than ever. It was made worse by the fact they were both mags.

" Okay , okay " Jorge murmured as the duo regained their composure. They stared down at you once more, Church scoffing at your words as a the deadly grip of Jorge's hands met your shoulders - Digging his claws in and enough to cause lasting marks. You subconsciously let out a whimper, Trying to keep as much distance between the two as possible.

“ You want to go home? You’re already home.” Jorge spoke up, Shaking his head in disappointment. Which meant he'd be taking it out on yourself later.

" With us " Church added on, motioning between them and their partner. Even making sure to lean in, getting a little closer to your face. The gas mask he wore, practically pressing into your face. For the first time, You were able to make eye contact and your blood ran ice cold.

" So stop running. " They added on, a harsher tone than you were used too. It made you tear up, the overwhelming terror finally trying to flood itself out of your system as you began to heave through tears. You paid no mind to the way Jorge swatted the back of Church's heaved and gave them in a little trouble for intimidating you so badly. All you could think about was home.

Home as not this place, caged between two maniac's who claimed they loved you. Home was the farthest place from it.

#madness combat #yandere madness combat #madness combat x reader #yandere madness combat x reader #Church #Jorge #Church & Jorge

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carletes · 3 years ago

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I miss Carlandad. Pls write something. I think I will need some comfort after today race

I was going to write this at some point, so why not now?

“Where’s daddy?”

Invariably, that is the first thing the twins demand of Carlos when they see him in the morning. He shuffles into their room, eager to see their big, bright smiles - and they do smile big and bright at him, only then, their heads swivel about in the exaggerated manner of all babies, and one of them asks:

“Where daddy, papá?”

Carlos’ heart breaks a little everyday he hears that. He scoops his babies up, cuddles them close, kisses their lovely little faces, and says, “Amor, daddy is at work, you know this!”

“Oh,” Charlie says, his serious face fixed in a frown. “Daddy work?”

“Daddy work,” Allegra confirms, and thank goodness they don’t cry at that because it would be too much for him - let alone Lando.

When Carlos found out this was a pattern, he took a video to send to Lando. Lando called him crying and asked to speak to the babies. He had cancelled a meeting just so he could talk to them for half an hour about absolutely nothing of consequence.

“There was cloud like bird!”

“No!! Like car!”

“Your car, daddy!”

Carlos could hear Lando laughing so much, and he knew he was still crying. Carlos was crying too. The babies made them both emotional. Later, when Carlos took the phone from the twins so he could talk to Lando, he asked, “Do you want me to stop sending you the videos, mi vida?”

“Don’t you fucking dare. I’ll divorce you if you stop.”

So Carlos didn’t stop. Normally they were on track with Lando anyway, but sometimes they couldn’t make it for whatever reason, or they could only make it for the weekend, or whatever - and the reliable where’s daddy? was a balm, even if it was painful.

When Lando was home, though, usually having arrived in the middle of the night, the first thing Carlos did in the morning (even though he wanted to hold Lando close, kiss him and love him all over, make him moan) was pad out of their room and to the nursery. He would open the door, whisper, “Hola, mis bebés,” and watch their groggy faces tune into the world.

“Papá!”

“Hola papá!”

“Where daddy?”

“Ya! Where daddy?”

And Carlos would grin, scoop them both up, kiss their heads and say, “Let’s find out!”

They would trek back to the bedroom, the twins getting increasingly excited, and then Carlos would push the door open. The babies shriek, and Lando stirs awake, a big, happy, sleepy smile on his face, and Carlos says, “There’s daddy!”

“Daddy!!!”

“Daddy!!”

“Daddy here!”

“Daddy here,” Lando sighs happily. Carlos deposits the babies on top of him, and Lando immediately squishes Allegra and Charlie against the bed and attacks them with kisses, threatening to eat them up. They shriek even more and paw at Lando’s face, but they kiss back, sticky and silly and wonderful. Carlos takes a moment to compose himself at the sight before joining the fray on Lando’s side.

It happens every time Lando comes back. And every single time, it is perfect.

They don’t get a baby sitter that first day. They spend the entire day with the babies, Lando and Carlos, watching cartoons, making food together, running errands, absolutely pedestrian things that feel more important than anything else in the world.

When they tuck the babies into bed at night, kissing them and bidding them good sleep, they don’t make it to their bedroom. Lando runs into his arms while Carlos waits at the door of the nursery. They get as far as a wall in the hallway before Carlos has Lando against it, his husband’s legs around his waist, grinding into him and making Lando gasp into his mouth.

“Fuck, oh fuck.”

“I want you. I missed you. Lando.”

“I love you. I fucking hate not being with you. Please, please-”

“I love you too, mi vida, father of my children, dios, there is no one like you.”

And if they had thought their love when they were younger was strong, their desire for each other, it doesn’t compare to their love now - seeing each other in fatherhood.

Even after they have sex, still in the hallway, when they clean up and get themselves dinner, it’s the kids’ room they go back to, the daybed they sleep on. It’s tiny, it’s cramped, and they will wake up sore. But it’s worth it, to have their family together.

#hibi answers #carlando #carlandads #hibi writes #a world alone

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tatesweaterweather · 4 years ago

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Gender-neutral reader having flashbacks of kid!Tate <3

(⚠️ warnings!: none)

“Tate, I’m trying to talk to my mom.” You giggled as you gently pushed his kisses away. You both had decided on a beach date for the evening, and Tate was being extra goofy seeing as the beach was his favourite spot.

“Hmph, talk to her later.” He leaned in to plant kisses up and down your neck again.

“Mom, can I phone you later? Tate’s being really annoying right now.” You teased. Your mom just laughed and agreed to phone you afterwards.

“You guys are silly. Don’t be home too late, I mean it.” She warned as she hung up the phone.

“Annoying, huh? I’ll show you annoying.” Tate grinned as he began to tickle up and down your sides, causing you to fall into a fit of giggles. In an attempt to wiggle out from his grasp, you both fell to the ground laughing.

“Tate, look what you made us do!” You joked as you wiped the sand from your clothes.

“Hey, hey! I did no such thing.” He said defensively, throwing his hands up in a playful manner. As soon as you were both finished dusting off your clothes, you made eye contact again and fell into yet another fit of laughter.

“Come on, let’s go sit by the shore again.” Tate grabbed your hand as his laughter died down. You smiled in awe at his excitement.

You both sat down near the shore and he instantly pulled you in closer so that you were cuddling. He began to rub circles on your back and you blushed, immediately getting hit with a flashback of when you both were wee kids.

“Tate, you stepped in my sandcastle.” You sighed in disappointment as you looked up at your best friend.

“Sorry, I didn’t see it there. Honest.” He immediately apologized. “Do you want me to help you rebuild it?”

“No, it’s okay. It won’t look the same anyway.” You wiped the remainder of your castle away.

“Hey, hey. Don’t worry. Look, it’s easily fixable!” He exclaimed as you watched him attempt to reconstruct your sandcastle.

“Tate, really. It’s okay.” You sent him a small smile.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to.” He rubbed small circles on your back. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

You pretended to think for a moment before bursting out into small giggles.

“You can..” You paused. “Jump into the water with your socks on.”

You can remember that day so clearly. Tate did end up jumping in with his dry socks on. Really, he would do anything if it meant that you would be happy.

“Whatcha thinking about, babe?” He questioned as he looked at your puzzled expression.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking of the time you jumped in the water with your socks on just to make me feel better about you stepping on my sandcastle.” You smiled at the memory.

“My feet were so cold that day.” He joked and you playfully pushed him. “I never did help you rebuild it, did I?”

“What?” You questioned.

But by the time you could fully process it, Tate was already constructing a miniature sandcastle just like the one you built as a kid.

“And, done.” He said as he tapped the top of the miniature castle. He looked at you in amusement and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You are such a dork.” You joked as you pulled him in to kiss his lips.

“I love you so much.” He said in between kisses.

“I love you too, my sweet boy.” You smiled sweetly as you pulled away, stroking his hair.

(a/n: the kid!tate part of this story was heavily inspired by @mrs-march-ahs ’s version, so pls go read hers if u can! it’s called ‘the evans when they were kids’ <3)

#american horror story #tate langdon #james patrick march #kai anderson #kit walker #jimmy darling #kyle spencer #evan peters #evan peters x reader #fanfic

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thesweetestkimberry · 4 years ago

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(icy) hot chocolate

pairings: shoto todoroki x reader

summary: not only are you homesick, but you’ve also harbored feelings for the icy hot student in your class.

warnings: might be a curse?, ooc, doesn’t make sense, mentons of selena and chocolate de la abuelita 🤷🏽‍♀️

notes: pls have mercy, it was like,, 2 am, this one hops around and i might take it down,, but enjoy anyway !

『° 。✰˚⋆☾⋆。✰°』

after you’d finished your homework, or what you wanted to finish, you were left feeling a bit disheartened. your family sent you to this school in hopes of you being able to master and better your quirk, even going so far as to give you the opportunity to become a world renowned hero.

so after saying your goodbyes to your friends and family, you were on your way to japan.

the transition was slightly difficult, especially considering the amount of culture shock. the manners and daily life was so different from what you were used to, however it was helpful to have a few staff and students speak english to aid you.

Aizawa knew a bit of english, mostly due to being friends with present mic. all might spoke english as well, along with some students who were able to hold conversations with you in said language. momo and todoroki were the ones you mostly conversed with, momo was nice enough to help you in classes and in anything you had difficulty understanding.

you only knew shoto spoke english when he asked you a question one day during lunch. a non important one, but it sounded fluent enough, only responding with how his father put him and his siblings through private education during their younger years. apparently that’s where he began to learn the language.

you’d gotten along with the class pretty well, your personality allowing for a little bit of everyone to want to befriend you. despite all that, something drew you to the dual quirk user. was it his looks? his quiet nature? maybe his obliviousness that you sometimes found endearing.

it wasn’t long before the girls were able to tell that you’d been less than sneakily about eyeing him.

“you like him!” mina shouted one day at lunch, your hand slapping over her mouth to quiet her, the outburst earning a few confused glances from your other classmates.

“ooo (y/n)’s got a crush?” kaminari teasingly asks, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, “let go of her dipshit!” sero scolds, reaching over to yank his friends arm off you. you send him a grateful look, only to have it turn into one of disgust.

“did you just lick my hand!?” you shout, furiously wiping it on mina’s uniform, watching her laugh.

“but seriously (y/n), you can’t hide it from me!” she said in a sing-song voice, poking a finger at your chin and using it to turn your head to where todoroki was sitting, next to iida and midoriya.

“no way! you have a thing for todoroki?” denki announced, you and sero smacking him to shut him up.

your breath hitched when you turned to check if shoto had heard you, only to see his mismatched colored eyes staring right back at you.

you squeaked and ducked your head, covering your face with your arms, suddenly wishing someone’s quirk could just make you disappear.

with a few muttered apologies from denki, lunch had ended, and back to class you all went. you hoped and prayed you didn’t have to interact with shoto anytime soon.

as if the ancient deities of the past answered your prayers, you didn’t have to be in close quarters with him until classes ended, meaning you’d all be going back to the dorms.

forgoing dinner, you sat in your room, embarrassed.

“oh god, i bet he thinks i’m fucking weird.” you groan, flopping down onto your bed you palm your eyes. the sensation causing bursts of light to seemingly appear behind your closed lids. adding onto your embarrassment, you’d become upset, resulting in wondering about how things could be different back home.

of course this trivial little mishap didn’t deter you from wanting to attend UA, but it did make you wish you had advice from your friends and family back home. finding yourself missing them, you checked the time, realize it’s midnight. way past curfew.

you also realize that you’re craving something sweet. walking over to your little pantry, you pulled out a familiar pack of hot chocolate.

making your way quietly and carefully out your room, you hopped into the elevator and made your way down.

unbeknownst to you, someone had crept out of their room and pressed the button for the elevator, bringing it back up as you exited, walking to the kitchen.

you hummed to yourself, a familiar tune of a cumbia by a famous singer from your parents’ time.

pointing yourself some milk in a pot, you unwrapped the brick of a chocolate, savoring the smell. you broke the chocolate along it’s grooves, about to add in enough for you, only for a cough to draw your attention.

your head shot up at the sound, your voice caught in your throat at the boy who stared back at you

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to disturb you.” he says slowly walking up to where you were, “todoroki!” you exclaim in surprise.

“what are you doing up? i didn’t wake you up did it?” you ask him, worried you had disturbed his rest with your noise.

“don’t be silly. i already happened to be awake, i also heard you humming, what was it?” he asks, finally making his way next to you, so close that your shoulders were almost brushing, “oh! it’s called dreaming of you.” you inform him, dropping in the chinch of chocolate into the now warm milks

“want some?” you ask, gesturing to the pot you were stirring. “what is it?” he questions, leaning down and catching a whiff of the mixture, “it’s hot chocolate.” you respond.

“hot chocolate? it’s a beverage correct?” he asks, the question making you look up in surprise.

“yeah, it is. but why do you say it like you’ve never tried it.” you joke, waiting for a laugh or smile, only to receive a blank look.

“oh my god! you’re trying some.” you say definitely, watching his brows shoot up, “are you sure? i wouldn’t want to be a bother.” he says with a pink tint to his cheeks that you don’t seem to notice,

“just give me a few minutes and it’ll be ready.” you say adding in an extra chunk of chocolate for shoto, mixing it in and watching the milk turn a darker shade of brown.

“my grandmother used to make this for me all the time,” you share, watching how he stared at you intently, “she even used to add cinnamon.” you continue, making sure the chocolate has melted completely before turning off the stove.

before you could move, shoto beat you to the cabinet where he retrieved two mugs, yours and his.

shortly after moving into the dorms, the whole class had gone out to the mall in search of things that would make the dorms more homey, and to avoid any confusion, you all decided to get individual mugs.

yours was shaped like a frog, whereas shoto’s was a red and white striped mug, for obvious reasons.

serving the hot drink, you carefully handed shoto his. as he took the mug, your fingers brushed gently against one another, the feeling shooting a warm feeling throughout both your bodies.

the two of you quickly part, blushing and turning away from one another.

“careful, it’s hot.” you warn, although feeling stupid because of his quirk, “i can cool it down.” he says simply, placing the mug in his right hand.

“i... i overheard denki say something during lunch.” he said after a brief pause, your body freezing and nearly dropping the mug in your hands. quickly setting it down, you bowed your head, afraid to meet his eyes.

“i’m sorry about that, you must think i’m weird.” you apologize, still not meeting his gaze, unaware of how soft it fell on you.

“no not at all.” came his response, his answer shocking you. “in fact,” he says, setting down his mug, “i’m glad you feel the same way.”

his words made you nearly jump out in joy, your heart screaming and face flushing.

“feel the same way?..” you ask, slightly disbelieving his words, “yes, about having feelings for you. i have for quite a bit now.” he admits, a pink blush looking beautiful on his skin.

“todoroki i,” “shoto, please.” he cuts you off, “shoto... i-i feel the same way, although you already knew that.” you groan, a blush taking over your features as well.

“would it be alright of me to ask if you’d like to join me for an evening out?” he says shyly looking at you, his eyes darting between you and your mugs on the counter.

“are you asking me on a date?” you confirm, watching as he nods before standing straight and looking into your eyes, “yes.” was all he could say, a faint flame lighting up in his hair and on his shoulder.

“of course,” you answer, watching his face light up, his eyes showing how truly happy he was, even is his mouth only showed the hint of a smile.

“but you have to try the hot chocolate or else i’m not going.” you tease, watching him scramble to retrieve his mug, “calm down,” you giggle, “i’m only joking.”

he stares at you, a faint smile still on his lips, “well, here’s to us.” he toasts quietly, tapping your mug with his before raising it to his lips, taking a sip.

you gouged for his reactions smiling wide into your mug when you saw his eyes widen, “this is delicious.” he says looking at you, holding the drink close to his chest, “i’m glad you enjoy it, it’s mostly a comfort drink for me.” you say taking a few sips of your own.

“thank you for allowing me to share this drink with you.” he says gently nudging your shoulder with his, the action surprising you.

“thank you for reciprocating my feelings.” you say, daring to rest your head against his shoulder, considering he was slightly taller than you were.

“how could i not? you’re everything.”

#bnha shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #latina reader #shoto torodoki #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x reader

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stubbychaos · 4 years ago

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Saviin’ika Chapter 13 Sneak Peek

So I wasn’t sure what part of this chapter I should post as a sneak peek and I had a few different parts I was super excited about, but after the last episode of the Mandalorian, it felt only fitting to include the Razor Crest :( </3

No warnings for this sneak peek, other than Paz and Din being big dumb himbos (We love to see it) thank you @datmando for letting me scream at you all day about this🥺😭

“I never thought I would ever see anything like this,” You find yourself eventually whispering without even thinking about it, and Paz’s visor instantly jolts upwards to meet your sad gaze, “Whenever my mother and I would look up at the stars and wish to run away from Nevarro, we thought we were just being foolish and far too hopeful. I never would have thought…” Immediately, your warrior grows quiet and solemn, staring up at you as you eventually find your words, “I wish she could see how pretty this is. Maybe she’s here with us--somewhere in the stars.”

He doesn’t say anything after that and perhaps he doesn’t know what to say as you simply rest against the pilot’s chair with quiet reverence, still not quite registering that you are no longer on your home planet. The typically talkative warrior grows quiet, simply letting his leather-clad palms rest upon the blue Beskar covering his thighs as the two of you watch the long streams of starlight together. You can tell that there’s so much he wants to stay, though he refrains as the doors to the cockpit promptly slide open and you quickly turn around at the same time Paz does, both of your gazes meeting the tense bounty hunter’s visor.

“You got a problem, Djarin?”

“Yeah,” Din scoffs, causing the blue warrior to rise to his feet and you let out an exasperated sigh, resting a hand on the Beskar covering Paz’s belly, “You’re in my seat.”

Paz simply grunts as you keep your hand firmly pressed against his abdomen, hopefully swaying him from attempting to strike the hunter. You anxiously shift your gaze between the fearsome warriors, trying to think of some solution to get rid of the tension that is oh so palpable in the small cockpit, though you’ve spent enough time with Mandalorians to know that the majority of them are stubborn and hot-headed. As the two continue to stare each other down, you fear that one of them is actually going to kill the other, going against the whole reason why the Armorer tasked you to take care of both Mandos.

“Do you know where we’re going?” You randomly inquire, effectively distracting both of them as you peer up at Paz with wide eyes, a confused hum slipping past his vocoder as he immediately forgets about Din, “Well, I was just wondering because we told Odisian we would buy something special for him. Do you think that where we’re going, there will be a good marketplace to find him a good gift?”

Before Paz can answer, the hunter speaks in a quiet, albeit strained, rasp.

“Odisian?”

His curiosity surprises you and Paz instantly tenses up, making you think there’s something he’s not telling you, though you decide it can wait until later. You offer Din a soft smile at the mention of the youngling that had been struggling to say goodbye to you just moments ago, “Yes, the child that I mentioned before--the reason why we were late. He was really upset that Paz and I were leaving, but we promised to bring back something special for him. D-Do you know if there’s a marketplace where we’re going?”

Another blanket of awkward silence coats the cockpit, your hand still pressed against Paz’s Beskar-clad stomach as you patiently wait for the hunter’s answer. For a moment, you don’t think he’s going to say anything, perhaps thinking your question to be insignificant or silly, and you remember his hesitation long ago when you had asked him what he would do if his quarry was a child. It didn’t make sense to you and it still doesn’t--the way he had hesitated, given the fact that he’s a foundling himself--and you suddenly regret bringing up Odisian to Din, thinking he must not understand why you’re so excited to find the perfect gift for the child.

“We’re not here for a shopping trip,” Din eventually grunts and your shoulders slump a little, though he quietly speaks upon noticing the way you smile sadly and nod, “But I... I think there might be some sort of shopping center where we’re going, since the planet is heavily populated. If we have time, we’ll check it out.”

Without another word, he pushes past you and Paz, and you gaze up at the blue warrior with a small smile, though he seems utterly unamused and unsatisfied with the hunter’s clipped answer. Feeling as though a little progress has been made, you tug Paz back to your seats, though curiosity gets the better of you before he can sit down, “Will you show me around the ship?”

Both of their helmets jolt to the side to meet your owlish gaze, though you’re only staring up at your warrior as he lets out a staticky sigh, nodding his scuffed helmet in a jolting manner and muttering something that sounds threatening to the hunter as you’re led out of the cockpit.

“Let’s go, Saviin’ika.”

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#sneak peek #paz vizsla x you #paz vizsla x reader #the mandalorian #ODISIAN PLAYS SUCH A HUGE ROLE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER AND I'M SO EXCITED!!!#Y'ALL SEEM TO LOVE HIM AND SO DO I!! 🥺

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rvmmm21 · 4 years ago

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. six things vampires love about puppies .

[vampiremum!irene x puppy!wendy]

. . . . .

In Joohyun’s definitely unbiased opinion, Seungwan has too many habits that make her the cutest girl in the world.

Here are just a few of her favourites:

one:

Mornings aren’t the best, the vampiress especially can attest to that. But luckily, they have ‘Sunshine Time’ before school. Just as the gentle morning rays peep through the curtains, Joohyun dutifully rouses little puppy, peppering kisses over soft ears, feeling her actions prompt a string of tiny yawns, one big stretch, and the groggiest little mumble of “luv u mummie”. Joohyun’s heart sings at the sound of her title, and she tells her Wannie that she’ll never stop loving her too. They brush their teeth, but before they even think about getting ready for the big day of learning ahead, Joohyun’s bent forward with Seungwan’s both hands around her wrist as she toddles over to the window.

She’s aimed for her favourite spot in the house, other than the play room, of course. It’s a homemade bed thing that Joohyun had crafted from an old duvet and some spare blankets. Joohyun thinks it kind of looks like a dog bed, but she only smiles when Seungwan gravitates towards it, knowing the penny will drop when little puppy is older. Within minutes, they’re in their routine position; Wannie snuggled into her blankies and the vampiress sitting right where the light draws the line into darkness. Joohyun’s knees hurt sometimes from the strain of how she’s sitting– staying in the dark but also reaching over as much as she can to give Seungwan the head pats she deserves (and whines if she doesn’t constantly get).

Because it’s still relatively early in the morning, Joohyun more often than not finds that Seungwan’s checked into Dreamland yet again. An adoring sigh leaves her as she detaches herself and lightly pads over to the wardrobe to get her uniform out while her snoozy puppy snores lightly in her puddle of sunshine.

They’ll pack lunch together.

. . . . .

two:

Seungwan’s sense of smell is vigorous, which is great because it’s also how she shows affection. Sometimes, Joohyun will find herself with a chestful of mopey puppy in the middle of the day while she’s doing whatever she’s doing. She presses her nose into Joohyun’s clothes, or even just her collarbone and takes lungfuls of her mummy’s scent.

“What’s the matter, puppy?” she coos, gently tilting her sniffling Wannie away from her.

Seungwan’s too upset to talk. She wriggles, wanting to latch on again. But Joohyun won’t give in. Not yet.

She takes the tip of a velvet ear between her fingers, giving it a few soft rolls and watching erratic breathing calm down. Truthfully, there’s no need to even ask what the matter is. Those teary eyes can hide nothing from her.

So she resigns, letting Seungwan quietly cuddle into her front.

“It’s maths homework, isn’t it?”

There’s a small nod against her followed by heavy inhales. The vampiress whispers to her baby until the hiccups even out and Seungwan is sound asleep. They’ll work on those equations later on.

Joohyun swears if maths were a person, they’d rue the day they ever hurt her Wannie.

. . . . .

three:

On a slightly more serious note, Joohyun has had to have some talks with her baby about self-assurance and dignity. It was on a walk one afternoon, and Seungwan had seen some other kids over by the swings.

“Swings! Push Wannie?”

Seungwan is always this excited about swings. Swingy Time gets her Wannie just as hyper as Swimmy Time. Joohyun holds her hand as they approach the swingset, ready to wait their turn. She looks down to see a tail held high, poking from underneath the seam of her puffy winter coat, something she learnt puppies do when they’re feeling friendly and happy.

That is, until Seungwan realises that, on second thought, she… didn’t really want to go on the swings after all.

As they near, the vampiress swallows a surprised gasp when Seungwan just… anchors herself to the ground. It takes her a while to figure it out, but when she observes closer, the problem shows itself larger than life.

They’re not hybrids, just regular children.

A pang of heartache twists into her chest as she watches tiny hands move at the speed of light, furiously tucking her tail up and under her coat so it’s way out of sight before making grabs with outstretched arms at the baseball cap on Joohyun’s head.

She knows what Seungwan is doing, but she asks anyway, ready to teach her. “Why, baby?”

Guilty ears flip back and sadly droop down. Seungwan knows she’s been read, but she can’t help it! Those kids are going to run away if they see gross dog ears sticking out of her head!

“G-gib Wannie,” she pouts, quickly remembering her manners when Joohyun raises a brow down at her, “pl-please… mummie.”

“You’re hiding your ears, aren’t you?” The vampiress crouches. “Wan-ah, don’t do that. Don’t hide those cute ears and that happy tail. Mummy loves those so much.”

Seungwan is all but convinced. You may like it, mummie, but– ”when they see, they say Wannie’s weird.”

It’s time to be firm, and Joohyun holds a pouting puppy still. “Look at me, baby.”

Teary eyes meet hers.

“Those kids are not going to make fun of you. And if they do, then mummy won’t be happy with them. And you know what that means, right?”

Seungwan can’t hide her evil smirk. Extra brussel sprouts for their dinners.

“You’re not weird for having these,” she emphasises her point by smoothing a warm, chocolate ear and Seungwan’s eyes begin to close. She squeaks when Joohyun moves to untuck her tail from the base of her coat. “Or this.”

She’ll save the real talks about self-esteem and insecurities for when her puppy is older, but for now, Seungwan just needs to know that her mummy will have her back, come what may.

Hand in hand, they make their way over to the swings and the playing children. And aside from the initial blatant questioning about where she got those added features, Seungwan made a few new friends at the park that day.

(Joohyun was ever ready to pounce at the slightest hint of mean-spiritedness she felt– but she realised that it was just that no beating around the bush way that kids ask questions).

. . . . .

four:

Oh, oh, okay. So Seungwan is a nervous little puppy as much as she’s a friendly one, right? And Joohyun finds that hilarious and heart-wrenching all at once when she watches her pup trying to make new friends but can’t seem to find the right way to introduce herself. It takes all her cooperating brain cells to not either roll about laughing or scoop the little thing up and smother her in reassuring kisses when the ‘I’m Shy, It’z Me’ stance comes out.

Ears pressed flat, eyes burrowed into the ground, tail stiffer than a wooden plank.

The other hybrid kid pokes unsure, searching sniffs at the air around her, clearly very interested in becoming friends.

Aigo, you need a boost, don’t you baby, Joohyun coos, coming up with her magic hands to help her relax. “Wannie, come on. Say hello.”

She gives her shivering puppy a few butt pats to ease the tension. “Aigo, Chaengie won't bite. Look, she’s curling her tail! She wants to play with you, Wannie!”

A coffee-coloured ear springs back up, curiously folding over as Seungwan cocks her head. Chaengie wants to play too? She quickly glances back up at her mummy, as if double-checking with her that that really was the case.

“Mhm,” the vampiress assures with a few more tail pats of encouragement. “What have we said about manners, Wan? What do we do when someone’s happy to see us?”

Seungwan pauses for a second, but eventually looks up with soft, shiny eyes, whispering, “wag tail, mummie.”

Joohyun thinks Seungwan’s innocence in situations like these is astounding, but she knows she’s got the right idea. She smiles and nods in affirmative praise.

We show them we’re happy to see them too–

– so yes, puppy, wag tail.

“Good girl! Go on, you can do it.” Her comforting presence takes a flame to the frozen fluff, and it begins to swish back and forth. Tentatively at first, but then like a speedboat motor, a couple hours later when they’re frolicking in the park, playing tag and one hundred percent best friends now.

Joohyun and Jisoo watch from afar, wondering how those silly kids were ever so shy in front of each other in the first place.

. . . . .

five:

If Joohyun has one complaint, it would be the misfortune of physical growth. The vampiress misses the times where her arm span alone was enough to wrap puppy in a burrito hug during movie nights or… whenever a set of curious eyes spied her mummy’s arms lacking in… well, her. Unfortunately nowadays it’s a bit harder to cocoon her baby like she used to so easily do, only because Seungwan’s sprouted a few inches skywards. But Seungwan doesn’t know that. She still thinks she’s as little as she was when her mummy had spooked her and taken her home that night.

And Joohyun’d be damned if she ever changed that.

. . . . .

six:

Turns out that one way ticket to Nibble City was actually an All Seasons VIP Pass, because Seungwan is unstoppable.

Whenever she finds something she really, really loves, she does these little nibbles on them to show it. And it isn’t just limited to her dino-shaped butter biscuits or Pippin either. There are many things she loves! Mummy the most, of course. And then there are the inanimate objects.

As much as Joohyun doesn’t mind it, Wannie’s habit can prove to be a challenge. Especially when she finds the corners of pillowcases suspiciously frayed when she’s having guests over, or when she’s trying to stir Yerimie’s favourite kimchi soup, only to pick up the wooden ladle and find its handle all wet and indented with tiny teeth.

“Seung-Wan-ah!” she calls… in that tone.

That tone that soon has muffled, panicked thuds reverberating through the house as a little someone makes a break for her toy fort where she’ll be safe from the dragon’s wrath.

She thinks she’s so slick until the dragon herself barges through that door, effortlessly bypassing all Seungwan’s meticulous booby traps and her blue blanket moat. Her castle, her safehold has just been ruined! All lines of defence defeated by the monster herself!

Her fort is under siege, so like any good ruler, Seungwan resorts to playing the deadest of dead. It’s never very effective though, because with just a few tickles, the dragon is able to conjure an innocent little puppy back to life.

“Wannie….”

“Yis, mummie?” she replies, giggling softly.

And then the dragon’s gone and her mummy is back all of a sudden.

Joohyun shakes her head at how easy it is for Seungwan to make her forget why she was mad in the first place.

. . . . .

There are so many more things to list, and the vampiress could go on for centuries about Seungwan’s endearing quirks.

So perhaps she will, but for now, it’s time for a dino-shaped butter biscuit and some cuddles.

See you soon!

small note: this makes me think of you. when you see this, i hope you smile too.

an even smaller note: not proofread. i'll do that in a sec. but i missed them so much too! didn't expect to churn this out at this time but here we go.

#red velvet #wenrene #hybrid au #puppy seungwan #and vampire irene #say hello!#wenrene domestic fluff #its been a while

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1a-imagines · 5 years ago

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An uncanny pair

Characters: wolf!Bakugo

Overview: After saving a dying wolf you made an unlikely friend, but how much will it cost you in the end?

Warnings: Mentions of blood.

A/n: i for real finished writing this whole thing and my brain was like. "Ok but, this concept would've been a better-" BUT I ALREAdY WROTE IT NOW U DUMBASS.

Smh

Anyway pls enjoy :>

"Don't you go too far into the woods, misses!" The old lady scolded you, she may be short but she also knew how intimidating. She was glaring at you with intense amber eyes, her lips pulled into a deep frown. You’d be a fool not to listen to her warning. Not to mention, you had seen her wrath first hand.

That poor thief… he did not see the old lady coming. You still recalled the day the thief entered her shop, with a shiver, he could never have known that this little old lady held immense power. You didn’t even understand why your town bothered knights and hunters, she seemed to be stronger than all of them combined.

“Yes Ma’am!” you saluted in a silly manner and the old lady hit your ankles with her cane. You let out a grunt and brought up your leg to rub the now red patch of skin on your foot with a frown. “At least you know how to show your elders some respect. Remember to be back before dark or else the whole town will panic and send out a search party. I don’t want to deal with that kind of headache.” The old lady continued to lecture you as you adjusted the bag by your side. You had to hold back the need to roll your eyes at her exaggeration, You didn’t even cause that much trouble!

“What would make you think that? I hold no importance here! Besides it’s only a 40 minute walk to the next town, I’ll be fine..” You shot back.

The town you were going to was much bigger than your own and therefore had a better range of supplies she only needed to buy some ingredients for dinner tonight. Her friends were coming to visit and she wanted to prepare something nice for them. “Perhaps not, but you’re friends with those two knights? Are you not? You know if you don't return before dark they’ll worry and bother all their fellow knight friends to go searching for you.”

You hummed at her reply, Izuku and Iida did tend to worry a bit too much. Uraraka would be sure to panic too. You recalled the first time they panicked and sent out a whole search party when you hadn’t returned before sunset. You had fallen down a small hill and twisted your ankle, so maybe you should feel lucky to have friends who cared about you so much? Otherwise, you would have been there for- who knows how long?

“I promise I’ll be back before dark, you don’t have to worry. I make this journey almost every week and nothing bad ever happens.” She reassured the little old lady who let out a sigh of exhaustion. “I’ll be holding you to that young lady- now run along.” She shooed you away and you smiled, sending her a wave.

You were thankful she took it upon herself to watch out and care for you. You lived alone in a cottage at the edge of town, You were very secluded and had no family to look out for you. That little old lady was the only person you had, and despite her slightly strict rules, and tough love, you appreciated and loved her as if she were your own grandmother.

You smiled as the edge of the forest came into view. There was something so great about being able to escape the town for a while and have some peace. Some might find it strange you enjoyed the forests so much, especially with all the monsters and danger that could be lurking about. Usually, monsters only came out at night, so you didn’t feel unsafe or anything, besides, you were pretty good at combat so you were confident you’d hold up well in a fight.

Still, most people preferred the comfort of the town. It had security, protection, there weren’t many things to worry about when in the town. There was food on your table and knights guarding your home to keep you safe.

But sometimes it got a bit suffocating. You liked to go on adventures, to feel free and see new things. Not to say you didn’t like your town. It was nice, everyone was like a big family, even if you lived alone you had many others who cared for you, who you could rely on. You felt pretty lucky to be a part of that town.

The forest was just a secret pleasure you liked escaping to every now and then.

You silently enjoyed your nature walk, keeping to the path as you indulge in the chirping of birds and the rustling of the trees. There was a gentle breeze, it was cool against your skin. Which was much appreciated since the sun was shining bright today.

It didn’t take much longer to get to the town.

Despite arriving early morning you ended up staying most of the day, looking around at all the expensive things you could only dream of buying, You greedily eyed down all of the delicious baked goods and foods the town had to offer, they made your stomach rumble and your mouth drool but you had only brought enough money for the ingredients you needed so you were left to silently drool.

Eventually, you tore yourself away from window shopping and gathered all the ingredients you needed for the dinner tonight.

You took one last stroll around the town, admiring how much bigger it was than your own, how the houses looked a lot more sturdy, how the streets were busy with people rushing around as if they have somewhere important to be. It was a completely different world to your own and you weren’t sure you would ever get used to it, no matter how many times you visited this place.

When you noticed the sun was getting closer to the mountain tops over the horizon you figured it was time to go home, you didn’t want to anger your granny by being late, especially not after her warnings.

As you walked back through the forest you noticed the air was a lot more chilly that this morning, there were no birds this time and the cold made you tighten your cloak around you. Nevertheless, you enjoyed the serenity all the same.

That was, until your peaceful walk was interrupted by a loud cry.

Not a human cry, but something else.

Your footsteps halted as you looked around for the source of the noise. You couldn’t see anything. It was silent for a while but you didn’t feel comfortable walking away, whatever it was, it sounded like it was in a lot of pain.

A few minutes later another cry sounded out and you were able to follow the general direction it was coming from. You followed the sound away from the footpath, your kind-hearted nature wouldn’t allow you to walk away, or maybe it was just curiosity? Either way, you went to investigate. You scanned through the trees until you eventually saw a patch of blood on the grass floor. Your lips parted as you gasped, the trail of blood led into a group of bushes. You bit your lip.

It seemed suspicious.

Luckily you had remembered your pocket knife. Your hand hovered over the knife on your belt as you followed the blood. You walked through the greenery, shuffling through the bushes, and on the other side found yourself at the bottom of a cliff, bushes surrounded the area keeping it closed off and a singular tree stood to the right.

You gasped again upon seeing a wolf under the tree. Its ash-blond fur was matted with spots of blood, it was laying on its side, panting, it’s eyes were shut so it mustn’t have noticed you yet.

It looked weak, clearly badly injured. You could tell the damage was coming from it’s, right, back leg. You could see the blood was still pouring out of the would and creating a pool under its body. Had it stepped into a trap? Hunters often set those so they could gather wolf pelts, though if that was the case he would still be trapped, right? Maybe it had gotten into a fight? Or maybe hunters had found it wandering about and attacked?

You shook your head.

Now was not the time to be pondering on the possibilities. The poor thing was in a lot of pain. If you didn’t stop the bleeding then it could die!

However, wolves are dangerous creatures… especially when they’re dying and in a lot of pain. You cautiously took a step forward but upon making your movement its red eyes shot open. They landed on you and you were met with a very threatening, warning growl. Even if you knew there was no way it was in any condition to get up and attack you, it’s deep growl made your heart jump into your throat. Your hands began to shake but you forced yourself to calm down. You stopped walking forward and held up your hands to show you were of no threat. “It’s ok... I just want to help.”

‘Why am I speaking to a wolf like it can understand me?’ you sighed at your idiocy but to your surprise; the growling stopped.

Those piercing red eyes stayed on you, cutting into your soul with a deadly glare. The poor thing looked so weak and yet it was still trying to be threatening. Obviously it did not trust you. You noticed its eyes moved down to your belt and upon seeing your knife it growled again. You unclipped it from your belt and did the stupidest thing you’ve probably done in your whole life.

You threw it away, out of reach.

The wolf’s hardened gaze was still fixated on you but it noticeably relaxed a little seeing you unarmed now. You slowly approached and with no more growling or warnings from the wolf you kneeled down beside it.

The closer you got the more you could see just how hurt it was. Maybe it was a fight after all?

The wound was deep but it wasn’t in a vital area, which made this a lot easier on you. All you had to do was clean it and bandage it up. It looked like a stab wound, maybe it was hunters after all?

You leaned over and reached into your bag, grabbing the flask of water you carried with you. You realised you didn’t have any spare cloth and sighed. You took off your cloak and gently poured some water from your flask onto a corner part of it. You could still feel the wolf's intense gaze on you, watching to see what you were doing. It made you gulp, knowing that if you made any wrong move it would without a doubt attack you. You were close enough for it to take a good chunk out of your arm now.

You turned to meet it’s red eyes. “This will hurt a bit, I’m going to clean it, please don’t kill me-” You pleaded, not sure if it would lash out at you for causing it more pain by touching its wound- even if you were just trying to help it might not understand that.

You turned to the wound, it seemed to be the only wound it had, it looked really dirty, if you didn’t do this it would get infected.

You swallowed your fear and lightly pressed the cloth onto the wound.

The wolf growled at the pain after feeling the pressure onto its open wound. You waited until it relaxed a bit and pressed the cloth down again, only applying a gentle pressure as you to get rid of all the dirt, trying not to hurt it more. You were surprised it was being so obedient. It wasn’t making any moves to attack you, it just lay there, glaring at you and letting out the odd sigh or growl of pain. Maybe it realised that you were no threat after all?

Once you were satisfied that the wound was clean and wouldn’t get infected you realised you’d have to use something to bandage it with so it didn’t keep losing blood. You looked down at your cloak, part of it already bloodied, and sighed.

You began to rip up the fabric, for once you felt glad that you were poor and unable to afford fancy, non-flimsy materials, it made ripping it up a lot easier on you.

You ripped up the non dirty corner of your cloak and cautiously wrapped the fabric around it’s leg, making sure it was tight enough to hold the blood in. You sat back on your knees, taking in how the wolf lay there, still unable to stand.

You pressed your lips in a thin line. There was no way it would be able to walk back to it’s pack in this condition.

Your eyes lit up as you remembered the food you had bought from town. You reached back over for the bag and pulled out some raw meat you had intended to cook up for the dinner but- well... This was more important. You unwrapped the meat from the bag, and the wolf's nose twitched at the smell of food. It looked over to you, its eyes no longer glaring but rather staring at the food with a longing look. It must be starving.

You chuckled at its expression and placed the meat down next to its head. “Here you go, you can have it.” you smiled and watched as the wolf greedily ate up your offering of food. As it ate the raw meat you reached back for the flask of water. You had no bowl to put it in for the wolf to drink up so you decided you’d have to help hydrate it yourself. This would help give it the strength it needed to get back home.

After it finished devouring the meat you held up the flask. “It’s water, you lost a lot of blood so you need to drink it all up!” You told it, the wolf huffed but in its weak state it could only comply. You slowly poured the water down and it lapped up whatever it could. Once it emptied you placed everything back into your bag, even your ruiner coak which you would have to throw away now.

You got comfy, you didn’t want to leave it here alone in case something came out and took advantage of it’s weakened state.

You had to admit, you were a bit prideful of yourself. Seeing that the wolf was already looking much better than when you had found it made you feel really good. You were actually able to help save its life and it made your heart swell with joy.

Now that the worry of the wolf bleeding out and dying had gone the situation had become a lot clearer to you. You were actually sitting in front of a wolf, feeding it, taking care of it- they were one of the most aggressive creatures around these forests- Well at least to humans. Not that you could blame them, hunters often tried killing and capturing them, so of course they’d want to attack humans, they probably had no trust in your kind.

Oh boy, if your town could see you now they’d call you crazy for approaching a wolf. In fact, if they saw the wolf here they’d no doubt capture and kill it. You didn’t agree with that mindset, maybe it made you weak but you’d rather be weak than be a monster. You found wolves to be wonderful creatures, from what you knew they were very intelligent and loyal animals. You didn’t want to harm them, in fact, you always liked the idea of having a pet wolf.

You were lost in thought for so long you barely even realised when the wolf began slowly pushing itself up, wobbling in the process since it could only use three of its legs. When you noticed it limping away towards the bushes it had no doubt came from you shot up from the ground. “Wait! You’re still hurt, you should rest-” A growl cut you off, the wolves eyes glaring at you as if you had just threatened it. You tensed up for a second, you thought it might attack you but when it turned around and limped away again you sighed in relief.

“Get home safe!” You smiled, you knew it heard you as its ear twitched at your words but it didn’t stop to look back at you and eventually it disappeared into the trees.

You looked back at the puddle of blood it had left behind and exhaled through your nose.

Being near a wolf for more than 5 seconds and not dying? You were probably the first and only human to achieve that.

-----

Despite the lack of meat in the dish the dinner with your friends had gone pretty well. Luckily you had bought all those herbs and spices, it really helped to keep it from being too bland. Not to mention spending quality time with those three was always a treat!

Luckily You had managed to make it back before the moon showed up, which meant you had avoided any and all lectures from the townspeople.

Last night when you had returned home you noticed that some blood had gotten onto your clothes from when you were tending to the wolf, you were lucky enough that no one had seen you come back from your trip, or else they would have most definitely questioned why you had blood stains all over you.

Currently, you were on your way to the creeks to wash the stains out. You had made sure to keep out of sight again to avoid any suspicion. When you eventually got to the lake you knelt down beside the water, rolling up your sleeves and began cleaning your dirty clothes. Even with the use of soap, the stains were taking a long time to rub out. Then again, you had never gotten blood stains on your clothes. Maybe you’d have to throw these out? Maybe you just needed to let them soak in the water for a while?

You sighed, your arms aching from the gruelling task. You really didn’t want to throw these out! The thought of having to save up and buy new clothes only made you scrub harder. Especially when there was nothing wrong with these ones- well, minus the blood stains.

You were so busy wrestling with the stains and grumbling to yourself that you didn’t notice the figure approaching you.

You heard a huff come from behind you and whipped around in fright, though that soon disappeared when your eyes landed on the wolf from yesterday, it was sitting directly behind you, red eyes staring into your own with annoyance. Its leg was miraculously all healed up, not even a scar was left in its wake. Which seemed impossible to you but you were glad it was doing better.

“Oh, it’s you again. What are you doing here? Isn’t it dangerous to be so close to a town full of humans?” You questioned, and the wolf trudged forward, you noticed it had something in its mouth. The wolf placed the cloth from your cloak onto the ground in front of you, the same cloth you had torn up and used to stop the bleeding on its leg yesterday. It sat back again and watched your reaction.

You breathed out in awe, it was almost like the wolf was trying to show you gratitude. Either it was a very smart wolf or…

You picked up the cloth, it was coated in bloodstains, of course, you had no use for these anymore, they were ruined and you had already thrown that cloak away but the gesture was enough to make these ruined rags hold so much meaning. Your hand clenched around the material and you smiled softly, it was incredible it had come back just for this. You had been sure you’d never see the wolf again. “Thank you.”

You finally spoke and the wolf turned its head away with a huff. Wolves were a very prideful bunch from what little you knew about them, so it was no doubt that this had probably taken a lot for him to do. To swallow his pride and come thank the human who had saved his life.

You turned back to your clothes and the wolf came and sat beside you, watching you as you cleaned. You felt powerful to have a wolf obediently sitting by your side, not that'd you admit it outloud, but you had always wanted a pet. “Are you sure you should stay here… it’s dangerous for your kind.” You spoke, glancing over at the wolf in time to see him growl in protest.

Looks like he was staying for a while.

You smiled and happily sat in silence with the wolf. You took note of the way it’s tail slightly swayed behind it. You giggled at the sign of contentment from it. Had you really created a bond with a wolf of all things? It seemed so far fetched and yet here you were.

Your eyes widened as you recalled your previous thoughts about the wolf. Curiosity got the better of you and without thinking you blurted out. “Are you a werewolf?”

The wolf tensed for a split second, but it's shock was soon replaced with a glare at you. You didn’t feel very threatened, it didn’t seem like it was going to hurt you or that it was really mad at you for your question.

You held up your hands, in the same way, you had done when you first encountered the injured wolf. “I-I Don’t mind if you are!!” You defended yourself, though it didn’t seem to believe you.

Humans were known for holding a deep hatred for werewolves. Though the way you were looking at him told him that you were being honest with him. You had also saved his life yesterday so he really had no reason not to believe you.

He sighed through his nose.

Your eyes widened as the fur on its body began to disappear, its features slowly becoming more human-like, though his ears, tail and teeth stayed the same. Luckily when he transformed he was wearing clothes. You might have died on the spot if he had been naked.

“You’re smarter than you look.” He grumbled, he looked slightly irritated as you stared at him in awe. Meeting a wolf was one thing but a werewolf!? You had only ever heard of them! Honestly? you were sure they were just myths! But now there was one sitting in front of you!

“Wow!” You gaped. Your eyes trailed up to his ears, they twitched atop of his head, his tail still absentmindedly swaying behind him. You suppressed a sequel, it was adorable- even with his piercing red eyes glaring at you.

He caught you gushing over his features and a grumble escaped his lips. As soon as he felt his cheeks heating up he turned his face away from you. "Dumbass human…" he grumbled under his breath, covering his embarrassment with annoyance. Why the hell did his cheeks suddenly feel so hot anyway!?

You sat back, scooching closer to him as your curiosity peaked, this was like a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet a werewolf. You were still taking it all in. You had to stop yourself from reaching up and petting his big fluffy ears!

“So- is your leg doing ok?” You tilted your head, though your eyes were currently following his swishing tail.

“Yeah, I got it healed when I returned back to my pack.” He told you, pausing for a second as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his green jacket. You wanted to ask how it healed so quickly? That should be impossible? Did wolves have some sort of sacred healing techniques or did their race naturally heal fast? Werewolves were said to be much stronger than humans, maybe their bodies were able to heal fast? You had so many questions but before you could ask them he spoke up again.

“Thank you..” He grumbled out, you could tell by his expression alone that this was hard for him to say. He looked annoyed, embarrassed, but mostly irritated. Wolves really were a prideful bunch after all. It must have been hard for him to have a human of all things see him in such a weak state let alone help him and then have to thank them in return.

This was actually the first time in his life he had tried so hard to swallow his pride. The reason being that, even if he didn’t want to admit it, you saved his life. If you hadn't shown up he would have no doubt died in that spot. So even if his ego was taking a hit, he still wanted to thank you. He hadn’t expected a human of all things to save his life. All night he had been thinking about you, you hadn’t changed his perspective on humans but you had changed his perspective on you.

When he first saw you he thought you were going to finish him off, but you proved him wrong.

“Don’t worry about it! I’d be a monster if I left you to die there.” You replied and he almost scoffed at you. You sounded so naive like you had no idea of what humans really did to his kind. “How did you get hurt in the first place?” You added.

“Humans.” Was his quick reply, but upon seeing your curious stare he sighed and added. “Hunters caught up with me, I was trying to gather food and the bastard came out of nowhere and one got a good hit on me with his sword. I managed to get away and hide, then you showed up.” He snarled, his eyes glaring at the lake.

The sudden change in mood scared you. He looked really pissed, but you knew that anger was not directed at you. It must have been pretty traumatic for him, he almost died all alone by a tree. It must have been scary to think he might die like that and never see his loved ones again. You assumed that his fear must have bundled up and turned into anger now that he's had a day to process the events.

“Oh.” You replied, you weren’t sure what to say. You were a human too, would he really take comfort from the same kind that had tried to kill him yesterday? “I’m sorry.”

“You should be, you also caused a shit ton of problems for me!” He muttered bitterly and your jaw dropped open. Why was he suddenly blaming you!? Was this really coming from the same guy who was just thanking you for saving his life a second ago!? “What!? I helped you!”

“Yeah, then I went back to the pack reeking of human and wearing a cloth that also reeked of human. I had to listen to a mouth full from my shitty old lady.” Despite his words his tone lacked any real bite to it, it seemed like he was just trying to blame you for something so he could get a slither of his pride back. You rolled your eyes and ignored the comment. “Whatever, I’m just glad you’re still alive.”

Your words must have knocked him speechless because he didn’t reply. He watched you as you went back to scrubbing your clothes.

How could a human be so nice? It went against everything he knew about humans, all he knew was that they were greedy, murderers, So how come you weren’t? His eyes turned into slits as he glared at the ground. He didn’t understand you and it pissed him off. The only reason you were alive right now was that you had saved his life. You confused him so much, you made him wonder if you were just doing all of this to gain something? You made no sense in his eyes and it made him want to punch the first tree he could find.

He didn’t like feeling so conflicted.

He heard you groaning as you vigorously rubbed at the material in your hands. He rolled his eyes. "Idiot!! All you're doing is rubbing the stains in more! That's not how you get blood out!"

"Well then how do you get blood out!? I've never had this problem before!" You snapped back and threw the clothes back into the water.

The wolf came up to you, looking over your shoulder to inspect the damage.

You felt your heart stop, he was so close. You could feel his breath against your skin, he was almost pressed right up against your back, he smelled like burnt firewood. It was nice, you smiled as red danced across your cheeks.

"They're ruined."

You snapped from your thoughts, feeling embarrassed indulging in the proximity. "Huh?"

"You're clothes, they're ruined. For good."

"Oh… really?" You pouted, looking down at them with longing eyes. It was one of your favoured outfits and now they were wrecked. "Yeah, you shouldn't have rubbed the blood stains."

You let out a sigh and sat back, giving up on the garments and staring out at the beautiful lake. It connected to the ocean and left a salty smell in the air. It sparkled under the sun, if you were alone right now you might have gone for a swim.

"The hell do you look so sad for?? Just have someone in your town make more." He said.

"Yeah but that costs money, and I don't have much money."

The wolf stared at you with a clueless look. "M..money?" He questioned and you turned your head to him, your lips parting in shock. Did he not know what money was?

"Yeah… you know.. you use it to pay for things? Like clothes and food. You give money in exchange for peoples goods and services."

The wolf stared at you like you had just sprouted another head. He blinked, he didn't understand the concept. You were suddenly curious as to how his society worked. "How do wolves pay for things?"

He scoffed." We don't! As a pack we all have our designated jobs, we help and look out for each other. The only thing we ask in return is loyalty."

You smiled at his reply. "That sounds kinda nice actually." The wolf sat down next to you again and there was a moment of silence as you both listened to the calming sounds of running water. It felt like you two were the only ones in the world, for a moment you felt like you had no worries. It was so peaceful

“How did you find me?” You suddenly asked, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. He scoffed at your stupid question. “Idiot, wolves can track scents. I had your clothes so I knew what you smelled like. It just followed it! I also figured you lived in a nearby town since you had a bag full of food and shit with you yesterday. You also weren’t equipped like a traveler so it wasn’t hard to guess.” he replied, though he sounded irritated he had to explain something so obvious to you. Maybe he didn’t realise that humans weren’t as good at tracking as wolves were?

You nodded, humming in reply, “Wolves have good tracking skills... I don’t really know much about werewolves. I’ve never even seen one since all the hunters chase them away from our towns and stuff. To be honest, I thought you guys were just a myth." You chuckled but stopped when you saw his lip pull back into a snarl. Maybe it wasn’t smart to talk about hunters around him, it seemed to anger him. Though.. A lot seemed to anger him.

At least you weren’t one of them.

"They don't chase us away! We just want nothing to do with your kind!!" He snarled and you raised an eyebrow at him. "Then how come you came back to see me?"

He tensed, his teeth clenching as his cheeks tinted red. "You're different! You saved my fucking life! And I-" you could feel the irritation rolling off of him, though you weren’t sure what was riling him up so much.

"You what?"

You heard him growl, it wasn’t aimed at you, you could tell that much since his eyes were focused on the lake in front of you two.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." He admitted through gritted teeth. His hands clenching in frustration. "You're the first human I've met who I didn't want to rip apart. The first, stupid, niave, human who actually showed kindess. You helped me, you saved my fucking life and I hate that I wanted to see you again so badly, I hate that I couldn't stop myself from coming here." He exhaled through his nose, trying to calm himself down. "I hate that I'm curious about you enough to want to get to know you."

Your lips parted in shock. He looked so conflicted about not hating you. He wanted to hate you, but you were the reason he was still breathing right now so how could he? You could have finished him off, he was helpless in that moment. Yet you decided to save him? He can’t hate you, no matter what your race is.

"Well… for the record, I wanted to see you again too." You smiled at him and he turned to you, it was now his turn to be shocked. "I mean- it's not everyday you get to have your very own wolf friend." You laughed.

He grumbled, something about you being naive again but you chose to keep ignoring his insults. "Don't get used to it… if we keep hanging around each other someone’s going to get hurt. If your town finds out then those hunters will try to kill me," he smirked. "Or I'll kill them first. But either way, it’ll only end badly. So this is the last time we'll see each other."

Your eyebrows knitted together. "Who cares about them! Those hunters always ruin everything. I won’t let them ruin this too! They have no part of this and if they want to try to get involved then they'll have to go through me first!" You huffed, clenching your hands in front of you. The wolf was surprised to hear you speaking about your own kind with such a bitter voice. You really were a weird human, he had never met anyone like you. You seemed to like him over your own people? Or at least you were willing to choose him over them. You seemed to disagree with what they did. He never would have guessed a human like you could exist. Once he got over his initial shock a smirk settled onto his lips. “You’re not so bad… for a human.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh? Thanks.” You replied, not sure whether that was a compliment or an insult.

There was a small pause before the wolf beside you stood up. You panicked thinking he was going to leave but he walked towards the lake. “It’s too open here..”

“What?” You followed his suit and stood up.

He sighed in irritation before turning to you. “If you want to meet up again then it can’t be here. It’s too open.” A bright smile made its way to your face, your eyes lit up at the thought of being able to see him again and it made him grumble. You were way too happy over something so dumb...

“There’s always that forest spot we met in! It was pretty closed off! I don't think anyone would find us there.”

The wolf grinded his teeth together, It all felt so stupid. Why was he even agreeing to this! He was a wolf! You were a human! It felt so dumb to try and secretly meet up! For what reason were you two deciding to do this?! He only came to thank you so he could peacefully sleep at night without feeling guilty about not showing you gratitude, so he could keep his pride, so he could stop thinking of you every second of the damn day. Sure- it had only been one day since you saved him but he was quick to anger. Yet here he was, making plans to see you again, You, a human, a species he had grown up hating all his life. It was all so confusing to him, he didn’t understand why he was so drawn to you. But it pissed him off more than ever!

"Sure, whatever." So why was he still agreeing to all of this? Surely it was going to end badly, in fact there was no doubt it would.

"I'll bring food for you too! You said you were out hunting yesterday but you got hurt before you could find food right?" He did his best not to look at you, something about that stupid smile of yours made him feel funny. He didn't like it.

"Why the hell would you do that? I'm not weak you know! I can take care of myself!"

"Yeah, but is it so wrong to make sure my new friend is well fed? I can't imagine that hunting for food everyday is easy." You backfired and he shrugged. "It's not hard for me since I'm so good at it!"

"I'm still bringing food." You stood your ground, crossing your arms over your chest for extra emphasis that you weren't going to budge. The wolf groaned and threw his head back

"Whatever! Same time! Tomorrow! Don't be late cause I’m not going to wait for you!!" He yelled at you before turning and stomping off.

You ran after him, "Wait! I never got your name. My name is y/n! What's yours?"

His footsteps paused and he looked at you over his shoulder. "It's Bakugo."

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excusetheandroid · 4 years ago

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OMG you haven't written much about IZ*ONE but it's so good let me request you yujin or sakura as your girlfriend

Thank you sm :))) I kinda want to do both so I'll do Yujin first and Sakura in another post soon ❤ - Summer

Requested?: yes

Idol: Yujin

Group: IZ*ONE

Genre: fluff, gender neutral, best girl Yujin

Warning(s): umm idk it's pretty safe dm me if you see a warning I should add

the literally definition of cool and cute

and both sides come out so naturally like

the duality pls

she loves you so much and is lowkey clingy

but not like always kissing you more like always holding your hand or arm

can see her with her arm around your shoulders as well

she loves to claim you so that everyone knows your hers

and loves it when you do the same

the members tease her for it and she gets shy but it doesnt last long cause she gets over it pretty quickly

literally SO FUN to be around

always has something to talk about with you or something fun to do

the time she spends with you is so important to her

especially cause IZ*ONE is always preparing smtg new

she doesn't get a lot of down time

but when she does, she loves to spend it with you

she has def brought you to the dorms before

it's important to her that you and the members get along

because their opinion really matters to her

she also loves the way she can open up to you

cause even tho the relationship is really fun and silly

she also has a deep thinking side that you can also stimulate

it doesn't come out as often as the cool and cute sides do but it's a part of her and you love it

she won't want to go out much with you because she's afraid of stalkers finding out about you

but if you really wanted to, she'd go walking or even get something to eat with you

sooooo protective

especially if you're younger than her

and not much less if you're older

and kinda expects you to be the same

it's her love language in a way

would hate it if you made her jealous

for that reason

she wants to protect your relationship and for you to want that as well

so it would kinda hurt her if you flirted with someone else no matter the reason

cause you're supppsed to be hers and she's supposed to be yours :(

anyways back to the wholesome stuff

would tease you to your death

because she thinks you're cute

is kinda unflitered with her opinions but they come off in a sorta jokey manner so you're not too hurt or anything

would call you "jagiya" probably the most out of the pet names i can think of

would love when you called her that too

a girl is whipped

if the members teased you its honestly a 50/50 between her defending you or joining in

you steal her sweaters

she steals your chargers

doesnt hint at it much but honestly wants to lay down and cuddle with you all day

depending on how your relationship is she can switch from big to little spoon

if she was sad she'd def want to cuddle as the little spoon

i feel like the relationship would be pretty comfortable

with neither of you the boss of the relationship often

because she kinda wants someone that feels the same for her as she feels for them

all in all wholesome

she'll tease you like hell tho lol

but she'll love you like heaven

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laceymorganwrites · 4 years ago

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For the followers event, Dabi and the song Paradise Lost from Hollywood Undead, and since I’m here, Dabi is my favorite because he somehow see his world like I see ours in a way :3

A/N: hehehehe pls the amount fo serotonin I get every time I get to write for this man. Sigh, I´ll miss this when I´m gone. Anyway, I hope you´ll enjoy this piece!!

Word count: 1,119

Warnings: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS FROM THE FIRST LINE SO I´LL PUT THIS UNDER A CUT, swearing, sadness, denial of ur own happiness, I swear I wanted to make this fluffy >.<

You have known Rei for a while now, just starting working at the hospital when she got there.

She was always the patient you looked forward the most, though you did make quite a scene when she arrived.

Just being out of med school you were maybe a bit too kind hearted as you noticed.

There was nothing wrong with Rei, she was in perfect health and not insane as everyone labeled her.

No, she was just a poor abuse victim no one took serious.

You never saw Enji personally, but if you ever did you doubted that you could hold back your anger directed at this man, though he didn´t deserve to be called that. He was scum. The worst on earth.

Rei liked you too. She was timid at first, wary. And you couldn´t blame her at all, you could understand better than anyone.

After all you were the only sane person in this shithole.

All the other doctors and nurses got paid not to say anything, to keep her in isolation. She didn´t get treated, she just got allowed some time in the garden outside, she got food and flowers delivered and only her family was allowed to visit her.

You really felt sorry for her, she didn´t deserve any of this happening to her.

Over the years you learned everything about what happened that day, about what went on in the family. You grew more disgusted by Enji and the hero society by the day.

You spent more time with Rei than you were allowed to, but nobody minded, not seeing you as a threat.

Touya visited her too, but only in secret, at night when security was weaker.

Rei was more than glad knowing he was alive, never once judging him for the path he has chosen, it was quite the opposite, she supported every one of his decisions.

She told you about him and him about you. You´d be a liar if you said you weren´t curious about him. You only knew the man from the TV and under a different name.

And so Rei called you to her when he visited again, talking to you until he arrived.

Touya came through the window like every other night and just raised an eyebrow at your presence.

“Uuuh… (Y/N), right?” he pointed his finger at you and smirked slightly.

“Hello, you must be Touya, your mom told me a lot about you. It´s nice to finally meet you” you smiled at him and it was the first genuine smile he received that wasn´t by his mother.

It was strange to be regarded as human, he hated the way he trusted you, he didn´t even know you and wishing to do so was just plain stupid.

The more time passed the more Touya told himself he only felt attached to you since you showed him kindness, that was all there was too it.

He was too scared to admit the truth.

A silly dream that could never be reality, a foolish thought, that was all it was.

Until you stopped him in his tracks one day.

“Hey, I´m on break right now, you wanna grab a bite to eat?” you asked, giving him that damn smile again that was just way too bright for your own good.

People with a smile like yours always got hurt and used. And it was always by people like him.

He hated it.

“Yeah that´s not happening” he told you, scoffing. It wasn´t really in a cold manner, just a very distant one.

Before you could even protest Touya proceeded to face you properly, sighing heavily.

“Look, you´re nice, alright? Too nice for a guy like me. Good people like you should stay away from people like me. Cause if they don´t they´re gonna get burnt. I´m going to die soon anyway, so why do you even bother? You shouldn´t get involved in me and much less care about me. Maybe it´s time you start seeing me as a villain rather than someone misunderstood. Cause I´m really not. I did everything I did because I wanted to, because I felt like it. Everything in my life was because of revenge and it always will be. Don´t try to fix me, don´t try to tell me you´re into broken men cause that shit´s more fucked up than my mind. I don´t know what you´re trying to achieve in going out with me but I can tell you it´s not worth it.” he told you earnestly, not letting you say anything to it and leaving again.

The next time you saw him it was on TV and his words came back to you, leaving a bitter aftertaste.

Maybe it was foolish from you to think that he felt the same way, maybe it was also foolish to think he could change.

But then again, you never wanted him to. You accepted him just the way he was and would always support him, didn´t you tell him time after time how important his mission was to you? How much he would change and how proud you were of him?

Touya never learned how to let people in his life, only how to push them away. And over time it was easier to say it was better that way than to actually try and face his feelings.

He was too scared of being hurt and abandoned to do that though, who could blame him for that? It was only logical after everything he´s been through.

However even more than that was he empathetic, too empathetic for his own good. He always put everyone else before him, neglecting himself all his life, his dreams, his desires, his feelings. They weren´t important.

He had no right living anyway, existing only as a walking corpse doing reckless things and desperately trying to make the world a better place while it antagonized him.

You were just unlucky to get caught up in it.

Touya wanted to save you too.

Save you from an unhappy future, save you from watching him die, from all the danger he would expose you to.

But in the end he just did what he always did: run away from his feelings.

It was what he did best, why would he do anything else? Why change his way of living now? He shouldn´t be alive in the first place, he was living on stolen time he didn´t deserve.

Besides you wouldn´t be able to love him since he had no valid existence anyway.

Touya only existed for revenge, he had no personality, everything was fake and shallow.

He just wanted to save you from the disappointment.

And yet he felt empty without you.

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