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Ask from @bitchesforlife69 ! Edited and reposted. No clue why my phone went wild when I tried to correct something but, oh well.

"Could u write zdog x single mom reader who has to take her kid on the mission with them and zdog is watching them or something plz 🥺"

So excited for this one!

TW : mention of infertility

Zdinarsk was walking down the hall with her pack going to meet up with the other recoms when someone called out. “Excuse me? Can I get your help?” Her head swiveled around until she backtracked and poked her head into an office, seeing you, another blue human/Na’vi hybrid waving your fingers at her. She warily stepped in and saw a few packs set on the desk and then nearly tripped over a small wooden child’s toy.

You grimaced and said, “Sorry, they tend to get left everywhere. Thanks for stopping. I assume you’re part of the recom team?” A nod from Zdinarsk. You stuck out your hand to shake hers. “Y/N. I’ll be accompanying you today.”

She grasped your hand quickly and said, “Zdinarsk. These packs coming with us?”

You nodded. “Gotta have my supplies in case something happens.”

She cocked her head, ears twitching toward rustling under your desk.

You leaned down, arms reaching under and coming back up. Her eyes widened, seeing a small Na’vi body in your arms. The child wiggled against you, babbling and patting your face. He turned to Zdinarsk, intrigued by a new face and handed her his small toy car.

“Uh. Are they coming too?” she asked.

“He is my son. He goes where I go.” You clutched him close, soothing and picked up a wrap off the desk, twisting it and tying it around your body to hold him close.

She nodded and picked up the heaviest of packs, slinging it over her back. “So.. what’s your job?”

“Trauma surgeon when I was a human. That’s the reason they brought me around again. Figured my skills could be helpful especially if there’s any plan to go up against the Na’vi in the future. Just patch up the humans and send them back out again to mess things up again. He’s a bonus of the new body.”

Zdinarsk tilted her head, a bit confused but nodded, following you out of the room.

~~~

After meeting up with the group and introducing yourself, you hovered near Zdinarsk and climbed carefully into the helicopter. You packed the bags away and moved into your seat, putting a pair of headphones over your son’s ears. His face scrunched up, unhappy with the unfamiliar sensation and you cooed gently to him, tapping his nose with your finger. He gave you a bright toothy smile which you returned. You glanced up, feeling eyes on you and Zdinarsk met your gaze offering a kind smile.

~~~

When the helicopter landed, you climbed off, thanking the other recoms who had helped unload your packs. You slung yours over your shoulder, another on your back and Zdinarsk took the third. It definitely felt like overkill but if something happened, you’d be glad to have it.

You readjusted your son on your chest as he squirmed around. Zdinarsk waited for you to follow the group, her hands on her weapon pointed down. You fell into step beside her and she kept glancing your way, her presence impossible to ignore. “Is there something you want to say to me?”

She winced, embarrassed, and said, “Sorry. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I was just wondering how he got here?” She gestured to your son.

You grinned at her. “So I don’t know that you are aware of this, but I was the first recom. I had valuable skills and they wanted to see if it would work. Figured they’d give a test run on someone useful to them so if it succeeded then I could work closely with the recoms that came after. Then, they asked be if I’d be open to artificial insemination. I went for it. My human body wasn’t capable of conceiving and I was interested in having children at some point so I figured why the hell not? They did an egg retrieval pretty much the same way as you would back on Earth, combined it with male Na’vi DNA they used back then to make the avatars, put back it into me and boom. About a year later, this guy comes into the world. They wanted to see if these bodies would be capable of successful pregnancies and so.. here we are.”

Zdinarsk’s eyes widened as you finished your story. “Damn.”

“Pretty much!” You burst out laughing and she smiled at the way the sunlight came through the trees, highlighting the stripes on your face.

~~~

“So.. how do you feel in this body? I know as a soldier it’s been helpful to have more strength but I know it might be different for you.”

You glanced at your fingers, balling them into fists. “I feel a bit useless sometimes. There’s not much of a need for me at the moment, but I almost wish it would stay that way. I know I’m supposed to care more about humans.. but for about 2 years, I’ve been alone. A few people woke up earlier from cryo and my body had developed enough for it to be pulled and have my memories put in. So I was the only big blue around here. Until you guys.”

“Shit. You got pregnant pretty soon after you woke up, then?”

“Yeah, those days feel so hazy. I know I made the right choice for me and I can’t imagine not having him here.” You squeezed your son closer. “But I wish I could have had someone there with me. Who really understood how lost I felt at the time.”

She nodded, walking with you in companionable silence. Shouts broke the silence ahead and the two of you sped up a bit, coming into an area tangled with roots. Ja was sitting on the ground, his knuckles clenched, groaning. Wainfleet relayed that he had stepped into a sinking mossy area, fallen and twisted his ankle, breaking the skin on a sharp rock as he fell.

“My time to shine, I guess.” You put your pack down, pulling your suture kit and bandages out of it. Everyone else dropped their packs, taking a minute to be without the weight. You untied your wrap, laying it across your packs and held your son out to Zdinarsk. A panicked look crossed her face. “Please, will you hold him? Just while I suture and wrap Ja’s leg. You’ll be fine. I believe in you.”

Haltingly, with slightly trembling fingers, she reached for your son and pulled him to her chest, which he promptly snuggled into. You smiled and squeezed her shoulder. “I won’t be too long.”

Zdinarsk looked down at the small child in her arms, careful of his queue and bounced with him awkwardly. She hummed quietly, lost in thought. She’d always been fun aunt material, nowhere near ready to be a parent. Holy- her nieces and nephews had to be grown by now. She’d missed so much of their lives. Tears streamed down her face and she turned away from the group, wiping them.

She held your son closer to her chest, murmuring gently to him. After a little while she sat down to rest against a tree, propping him against her bent legs. He stared at her, wide-eyed and curious. His little hands gripped her thumbs and he squeezed so tight.

“Quite the grip, little guy.”

“Yeah, his mouth hurts like hell, too.”

She startled, not having heard you come up beside her. You wiped a few beads of sweat from your forehead and crouched beside them. Looking up at her, you noticed her eyes were swollen. “Hey, you okay? I’m sorry if I put too much pressure on you to hold him.”

“No, I promise it’s not that. I was just thinking about my family. How they probably don’t even know I’m alive and if they did… what would they even think?”

You nodded in understanding. “We are not who we were. This is our home now. Our world to protect. Our People.” You smiled down at your son, before your face hardened, looking back to hers. “It is only a matter of time before we are disposable to the humans. I will not allow that to be the world my son grows up in. He will never be a weapon wielded by another’s hand.”

Zdinarsk shuddered, chilled by your words.

~~~

You sat with Ja for most of the afternoon while everyone else mapped the area and learned more of the terrain. He was very sullen about getting hurt so early on. Thankfully, Na’vi bodies had a slightly faster rate of healing. Warren hovered nearby as protection if needed. Eventually, your son fell back asleep and you rocked him until it was time to go back.

~~~

Zdinarsk helped you with your bags on the way to your office, putting them on the countertop near your desk. You gathered up your shower bag and a foldable bassinet for your son to nap in.

“What are you doing?” You paused, turning at her voice, ears flattening.

“What do you mean? I’m going to shower.”

“And you take your kid with you?”

You frowned, tail flicking in irritation. “There isn’t exactly a Na’vi child daycare around here.”

“Well.. yeah you’re right but I mean, I could watch him.. if you’re okay with that?”

Your ears perked up. “Really??”

She nodded. “I know we don’t know each other well, but I’ve got some experience with my nieces and nephews and babies like me a little bit I think.”

You walked to her and squeezed her biceps, and a blush creeped up your ears as you felt the muscles under her skin. You shook your head to refocus and met her gaze. “I am seriously so thankful. I haven’t had much help and- anyway, I’m grateful. Come on.” You turned and walked to the door at the back of your office, opening it to a Na’vi size studio apartment.

You hurriedly cleaned your couch off. “Sorry. Obviously wasn’t expecting a guest.”

Zdinarsk waved you off, looking around the room, not expecting such a homey feel. She walked to a screen that rotated through photos. One came up with you right after birth, smiling at your son. Her chest buzzed with warmth and she turned back to you.

“Here’s the remote. Watch whatever you want if you want. Toilet is over there if you need it. Just press the red panel on the wall to open the door. I love this space for us but it’s pretty inconvenient they couldn’t fit a shower in it too. I’ve got him in this crib, if you’ll just sit with him, he sleeps pretty well and I’ll be back in a bit. Thank you so much.”

~~~

It had been an everything shower. You were scrubbed, renewed and felt like you were floating down the hallway. You opened the door to your apartment quietly and smiled softly when you saw the scene inside. Zdinarsk's hand was resting against the bars of the crib. Your son's fingers were stretched to touch hers and his other hand was balled into a small fist. Zdinarsk was asleep, head lolling back on the couch, mouth open.

You covered her up with a blanket and sat beside her to read on your tablet, turning the light down so it wouldn't bother her. She leaned in closer to you, head rolling onto your shoulder. You started to shift and she mumbled grumpily in her sleep, curling into your side. You huffed softly and settled beside her, pulling the blanket over you as well. As you sat, hearing your baby's quiet coos and felt Zdinarsk's warm breath on your neck, you wondered what a family could look like in this strange world that had become your home.

#recom zdinarsk #recom z dog #avatar way of water #avatar recoms

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yaut-jaknowit · 2 years ago

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Can u do a gawtin x reader about y/n bonding more plz

Bilingual

Pairing: Gawtin x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1622

Summary: Yautja and English are heavily different. That you'll wholeheartedly agree with. How does she eve expect your mouth to form those strange sounding words? It doesn't make sense! Even the child can speak these words better than you. But you try, that's all that matter.

Author Note: I'm so sorry for taking forever to get to these requests. I promise I'm getting them done. I just don't know how to write less for these one-shots. I have temporarily closed asks so I can get caught up. If anyone wants to hit me up though, my dm's are open!

Love, love, love my girl Gawtin. I feel it was the perfect time to post this on International Woman's Day with this badass.

Masterlist

Ao3

“Lah-r-chjah,” Gawtin spoke slowly and drew out each syllable. The same way she taught her child, Qui-oky. Not that you’re embarrassed about it. Learning a whole new language, let alone an alien one, was difficult. Especially one that you didn’t have the right mouth or vocal cords to pronounce every word of her language. But you tried. That’s all that matter. It helped as well to learn to understand if other Yautjas are talking down to you. Then, you respond and tell them to fuck off. Okay, well, probably not do that without Gawtin nearby or else you’ll end up dead.

With a deep breath to fill your lungs and exhaling a little, you gave it a try. “Lar-ckah?” Immediately, you knew that wasn’t correct and groaned. How could it be so hard to say the word ‘dark’ in Yautja? It’s a simple word, compared to ‘dawn’. That’s one you know you’ll never get with how your lips formed these words. At least you’ll understand the damn word.

Qui’oky gurgled and reached out towards you from Gawtin’s lap. The mother let her arm around his small body fall away. Despite the terrain being a little rough, he made it his mission to transfer himself into your lap. When he took a tumble, rolling to his designation, you caught him and sat him up. “Am I that bad that you think I need support?” you teased and let an arm curl around his chubby, toddler form. The same position that Gawtin held him moments before.

“You are not doing bad. Your mouth is not like mine or his. It is understandable you are struggling with our language. English was not easy to learn as well,” Gawtin explained and placed a massive paw on your knee in comfort. “You are doing better than a week ago.” You snorted through your nose and shook your head.

“Thanks, love. But I’ve only learned two more words and been able to say only one of them. You speak better English than me at times. You’re so formal about it too, like you’re royalty.” And that was the truth. The way your language fell off her snake-like tongue was astonishing. Not even yourself could do that well. At times, it made you jealous but amazed at the same time. She could have you on your knees with a couple simple words.

The child in your lap babbled some words in Yautja you had no idea what he had said. Gawtin entertained him, encouraging him to say more in Yautja. You smiled at the adorable sight. Then, the female lifted her eyes to you. Your gaze snapped away as a blush coated your cheeks. She totally didn’t see you do that.

When your eyes slowly returned to the alien before you, you could see she had caught you. Like a child with their hand in the cookie jaw. “Let us try again, artful one,” she encouraged and dipped her head at you. Your shoulders fell dramatically.

“Gawtin,” you groaned and lulled your head back, but keeping in her within your gaze. This was pointless. All the progress you’ve made has come to a stuttering pace. Nothing was making sense anymore. The fact she was still in front of you, sitting the same way you are, continuously teaching you her language… How in the universe has she not gotten frustrated at you yet? You’re human. A lower species to her own. You struggled to grasp her language while she almost completely knows yours.

The mentioned Yautja only tilted her head down at you just any inch. Enough so she was peering at you from underneath her thick brow line. “Try again. Lah-r-chjah.” Same damn word. You weren’t going to get this.

Sneakily, you rolled your eyes with a resting bitch face. “Lar’ja. See, can’t do. Why-wait a damn time. Did I-“ your pupils locked onto her down. “Did I just do that? Did.” Gawtin watched as you pumped a fist into the air and danced in your spot, mindful of Qui. A soft, minute small gracing her mandibles. She had full faith in you. Some people just take longer than others. There’s nothing wrong with that. Her children take longer to grow, but they turn out strong, fast, bigger than many other Yautjas. Best of all, they have their mother’s mind.

She leaned forward and touched her forehead to yours. The affection caused your heart to stutter and tilt your head away; as if she couldn’t see the heavy pink coloring your cheeks. Not that she didn’t miss it. Gawtin sees everything, always has her eyes on the prize. “Good job, my little artist. I am proud of you. Would you like to try another word? Test your luck?” she questioned and rubbed her thumb along your knee, mindlessly.

In the heat of the moment, you rapidly nodded your head and wiggled in your spot again. Qui-oky chirped in his spot and moved along with you. Babbles of toddler Yautja spilling from his mandibles. “Let us see then. Qui knows this one. Gkaun-yte. Gg-kah-oo-n-yin-tee. A greeting,” Gawtin said and used a finger to scratch underneath Qui’s chin.

Said child clicked at her before repeating the Yautja word back at her. You blink a few times with a look that said ‘seriously?’. “Oh, you got to be kidding me!” you protested and threw your hands up. The kid got it first try. Now, you get to struggle all over again with a simple word. A greeting word to be exact. Why did Yautja have to be so difficult to speak? Alien or not.

“Just try it,” she encouraged and patted your knee. The comfort settled you little, enough to calm you. Your arm rewrapped around Qui’s small body once more. “I know you can do it.”

If your mate believes it, how could you not at least give it a whirl. “Ge-kan-yen-teh,” you attempted with some effort. Enough so Gawtin couldn’t lose full faith in you. A part of you nagged at you, saying that wasn’t correct.

Qui gurgled some indistinctive Yautja before twisting around and standing up. With his two small hands, he clasped them on your face and slightly smooshed your cheeks together. “Gkaun-yte,” he reiterated for you. Bested by Gawtin’s child. A kid no older than four in Yautja years. Though, he was bigger than a four-year-old on earth.

“Thanks, kiddo. But that’s not helping my ego or pride.” Your face dropped; lips pressed together as you blankly stared in front of you. Then, your gaze drifted north to Gawtin’s gorgeous purple eyes. They drew you into them, stuck in their sticky trap with nowhere else to go. “I’m trying, Gawtin. I promise but you know it’s difficult when I don’t have your mouth or vocal cords. Some of the noises I have to make hurt my throat.”

“Yet, you are so close to another word. You can do. Even Qui has faith in you,” she uplifted and shifted closer to you. Your knees bumped into her shin. “Do you not, Qui?” The mentioned toddler clicked feverishly in what you believed to be baby talk. “See, he does have faith. Come on. This will be our last one for the day. Then I will test your knowledge tomorrow. If you pass, I will give you a gift for your hard work, little one.”

Now, that had your full attention. That’s one way to get you going. A present. A trade-off for all the curses and difficulties during this whole learning process. When you tilted your head, intrigued, Qui-oky let his hands fall and plopped back down. He shifted to have his back to your torso again and rocked side to side, trying to get you to as well.

You kept her in your sights for a moment longer than needed then nodded. Gawtin stated the word and pronounced it in syllables for you once more. She rubbed her thumb on your knee as she waited patiently. Those breathtaking eyes of her watched you intently. "Ge-no. Gg-ka. Gg-ka-ooo-n. Gg-kah-oo-n-yin-teh.” At that last part, Gawtin subtly shook her head. “Tee. Tee. Gkaun-yte. Gkaun-yte. Taan Kall Gkaun-yte!"

Relief flooded your system. Finally! Finally, you did it. With another word added as well. Gawtin easily picked up on the what you said and smiled brightly down at you. Without meaning to you, you had said something she hadn’t taught you yet. She cupped your chin with one large paw. “I am so pauk-de proud of you, artful one. Do you know what you last said?”

Now, that excitement came to a halt. Had you said something wrong? Did those two words together translate to something bad? Those two words directly translate to ‘morning, greetings.’ Was that bad? Gawtin read your facial expressions and was quick to quell you. “You just said ‘good morning’ to me. Did you know that?” she explained, features calm and gentle as she looked.

Your shoulders dropped from their tense position that you didn’t even know you were holding them that way. The breath caught in your throat was released. “I-I didn’t know,” you said, hands playing with each other. Your gaze couldn’t meet Gawtin’s. It peered down at Qui who was in his own world now. Two seconds of using his mind was enough for him today.

Gawtin used both hands to cup your cheek and tilt your head back up. “You have done well, my ooman. As promised, today’s session will end on a good note. But practice later for tomorrow.” You melted in her touch, eyes soft as you looked up at her. Her words rolled over you, not sticking to your brain. Well, you’ll learn your lesson tomorrow if you are ready or not.

#yautja x you #female yautja #yautja #predator x human #predator x you #x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader #yautja x human #female predator #predator #alien vs predator

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missjoolee · 2 years ago

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1-102 is such a big rangeeeeee 🤔

I’ll take 17 plz ❤️

@thedeathdeelers wanted soft juke in bed scenes, and you chose 17. (this was influenced by your recent addition, and i peppered in some "u"s for you as well. to make it feel like home :P)

Pick a number between 1-102 (97, 45, 17, 13, 23, 82)

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She's finally asleep. Luke leans heavily against the headboard of their bed with a sigh. His eyes rove across Julie's face, peaceful now but with remaining dregs of discomfort after the last several hours, which is pale. The color only recently started to return to normal. A faint sheen of sweat is just barely visible in the low light of their room.

Reaching over, he gently brushes her hair back from her forehead, pausing when she shifts, hoping he hasn't woken her up. She settles down and he breathes a sigh of relief. Today had been rough. He feels pretty lied to by media and society. They all paint morning sickness as a one and done kinda thing and well.. a morning thing. Not whatever had happened today. Absentmindedly, his thumb begins to trace patterns across her shoulder and down her arm. He pretends it's to help soothe Julie in her sleep, but really the touch helps to ground him, remind him that she's right there and will be okay.

They'd been working in their music room that afternoon when he'd noticed her begin to regulate her breathing with slow exhales. Then the colour had drained from her face and she was making a mad dash to the bathroom. He'd ran after her but retching sounds were already bouncing off the walls out into the hallway before he'd made it to her.

Guilt settles in him as the memories of the afternoon assault him. It's his fault. Julie wouldn't be in pain right now if she hadn't been pregnant. If he'd known how to help her. All he'd managed to do successfully was keep her hair out of her way and given her a cool washcloth to place on the back of her neck as she leaned against the rim of the toilet. Julie had done a better job taking care of him when he'd gotten food poisoning. Everything else he'd tried had backfired, hard. He'd gotten her some water, but she couldn't keep it down. After hours of dry heaving and gagging, he thought it'd be important to get something in her system so he had left her to make some plain toast. The plate had barely made it into the same room as Julie before she was lunging for the toilet again, stomach spasming.

His eyes fall shut, recalling the feeling of inadequacy, trying to remember the breathing exercises he's helped Alex with a thousand times. Is this how it's going until she reaches the second trimester? That's over a month away! He hates this powerless feeling. A tear leaks out, making a slow trail down his face. Movement shifting on the bed causes him to open his eyes just in time to see Julie turning onto her side, snuggling her face into his hip. His hand moves to her back, idly playing with some of the loose locks of hair. She takes a deep breath, a content hum flavouring her exhale. That pulls a small smile onto his face despite everything that's been playing in his mind the last few minutes. How could he not? It's Julie, after all. His brightly burning star. His star that just mumbled something he didn't catch.

Quietly, he asks, "What was that, Jules?"

She repeats herself a little bit louder, eyes staying shut. "Thank you for taking care of me today."

"Of course! I'd do anything for you." The guilt resurges as he grasps for what he could have done better. "Wish I could have been more useful, though."

She shakes her head, nose brushing against him. "You did great. We will get the hang of things. You're going to be an amazing dad."

Love swells within him. She always knows what to say to pull him out of his head. And he can now recognize the fear that was fueling his frustrations. Her body may be doing all the work right now, but they are in this together. It's a fact that they make each other better at whatever they set their sights on. He tucks his legs under the blanket and slowly slides down to lay next to her. He pulls her against his side and presses a kiss to her temple.

"Yeah. We got this."

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ladyelissarose · 2 years ago

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omg can u do a batman x reader for me plz!

where battie falls in love wit the reader plz!!!

Hi love!💕 I hope this one is good, it’s like a whole made up fic, apart from my sequel, but please let me know if you’d like another one, or a different one! This was actually fun to put together... enjoy love❤️❤️❤️

Long lost Christmas wish.

Batman x reader

Summary- Batman spends his Christmas Eve out on the streets, he thought he would return home as usual, empty and hurt, but tonight.. someone unexpected changed that.

Batman walked away from his last ganged up beating, his back was sore and his legs felt like they were about to explode. He thought tonight would be more calm, it was the night before Christmas, but he was terribly wrong.

Tonight he actually had more attempted robberies and more gangs would sneak up on him and sprang at him in the darkest corners. But of course, he took down every one of them swiftly, those guys always underestimated him. But he’d still leave with a new bruise forming somewhere. Batman slowly walked towards his Batmobile as snow began to fall, the clock had stuck 3am, so he decided that it was enough for tonight. That was until he heard a distant cry,

“HEY! N-NO HELP!! STOP!!!”

It was a woman crying in pain and fear, sending Batman running towards the screaming that led into an empty alley. As he ran in he saw a woman being held by the hair crying in pain as her offender forced her onto her knees and the other guy tugged her purse out of her hands, but he didn’t have a chance to flee when Batman was already on top of him beating the crap out of him. They other guy pulled out a gun and shot at Batman, but it only made a dent in the suit, causing Batman to only stride towards him and pulling him away from the woman, giving him two good knock-out punches and sending him on the ground next to the other man.

Batman took at deep breath and turned to the woman that tried to grab her bag, but she was too stunned to move. So Batman reached down and grabbed it, and handed it to her,

“Here.”

The woman slowly reached out her hand and grabbed the bag bringing it to her chest, a few stray tears fell down her now bright red cheeks from the cold winter air that brushed against it. Her lips stuck out in a pout as she tried to contain her sobs, her hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks, and her hands trembled violently. Though she was a crying mess Batman could of sworn she looked so beautiful and familiar. Batman felt more soft for the woman all of a sudden, when he realized why these men targeted her, down the alley near by laid presents, or what were once wrapped up presents. They were now torn and broken all over the place, Batman got down in his knee in front of her and held his hand out,

“Let me help you inside.. why are you out anyways.. it’s 3 in the morning.”

She coughed to clear her throat as she replied,

“I-I had just gotten out of work and was bringing down the presents from my car, when those two bastards came out at me.”

She wiped her tears and made move to stand up, but winced in pain at her attempt, making Batman reach out and help her up and lean her weight against him. Once the y stood up she thanked him,

“Thank you for saving me.. who knows what wouldn’t happened if you hadn’t shown up.”

“don’t worry about it, let’s just get you out of the cold-“

“But I need to pick up the presents-“

“There’s nothing left of it.. I’m sorry.”

She hung her head low and guided Batman towards her door. Once they stood outside she said,

“This is it.. thank you again.”

“hm hm.. just don’t come out alone again, or try not too.”

She huffed our a laugh as she replied,

“It’s kinda hard when you’re alone 100% of the time, but I’ll keep your advice in mind anyways.. oh, and by the way.. Merry Christmas Batman.”

Batman’s heart leaped in his chest for a split second, he hadn’t even thought of the celebration personally sense the day his parents died. But hearing it come out of this angels beat up soul made his heart swoon in a way he had never felt before. If he wasn’t wearing the mask she probably would’ve seen his cheeks burning, but not from the cold, it was from how her sweet, simple words affected him. He stood over her and he processed her words over his mind against and again, dying to hear it one more time. But that’s when she made her bravest move, she stood on her tiptoes and placed a cold but gentle kiss to his cheek, then explained,

“I-I would give anything in the world to you if I had it, t-to show you my appreciation for what you did tonight and every night for a city that doesn’t deserve you. But that’s all I can give..”

Batman drank her words up and began to feel something more in his heart for this sweet woman, he felt it was getting bigger or even warmer? She saw how Batman didn’t make a move and immediately got embarrassed, she started to open her door and walk inside, but Batman caught her wrist as he said in his low voice,

“m-merry.. Merry Christmas..”

Batman then let her go and apologized,

“I’m sorry.. it’s just been a while.. sense someone.. well sense someone said something like that.. to- to me.”

Her faced dropped all embarrassment and went to an awed but compassionate expression,

“oh.. well.. it’s been a while for me too.. I had gotten those presents to donate to the Wayne’s Orphanage tomorrow, but I’ll have to bake cookies or something as a replacement-“

Batman’s heart just about exploded with what he could only conclude as love,

“You- .. were going to donate those gifts to the orphanage?”

“yeah.. but it’s ok.. life happens you know.”

Batman then whispered,

“But it shouldn’t.. at least not to good people like you.”

“And you.”

Y/n added. Batman locked his eyes with hers and saw nothing but pure adoration pouring out of her loving gaze. She sent him a warm smile and said,

“I hope this isn’t the last time I see you Batman.. I volunteer at the Wayne Orphanage when I can on the weekends, which is where I’ll be tomorrow. But I hope that we don’t meet under these circumstances again.”

Of course! Batman has seen her a few times at the orphanage as she ran around after the little kids that were the wildest, but she was the only one that knew how to make them calmer and still be happy. He had seen her there and tried to get to her, but the kids always drove her away before he could have a chance to approach, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to see her again, she was so different and held a golden heart like no other, her smile brightened up the room and the children loved her. Batman.. had fallen for her. He stifled a laugh and said,

“I hope not either.. take care.. maybe see you around soon?”

“Under better circumstances, of course.”

She beamed, and he returned the smile. Y/n then bid goodbye,

“Have a great night Bats.. and a very Merry Christmas.”

“You too, Y/n.”

She looked at him confused and asked,

“You know my name?”

He immediately remembered he was in the suit, and not Bruce at the moment, but he played it off,

“Lucky guess?”

She giggled and replied,

“Very.. now get home before the blizzard catches you.”

“Of course.”

Batman looked down at the ground and grew sad immediately, he didn’t want to leave her, he had finally gotten his chance to speak with her, but as Batman, not as Bruce. He stood there at the foot of her door and sighed sadly, now turning and leaving, Y/n noticed the change in his attitude and called after him,

“are you ok? Batman?”

He halted his next step and his heart began to beat wildly in his chest as he thought of something to do, and he found just what. He turned around and ran up to her, she was about to ask again but he grabbed her pink cold cheeks and gave her a warm kiss. She held her eyes open in shock for a moment, but soon closed her eyes and embraced his shoulders deepening the kiss. He kissed her passionately and didn’t want it to end, but soon he had to pull away to catch air, he stared into her eyes as she held a blushing smile. She had just kissed the Batman, someone she had watched out for and hoped for a simple interaction with, especially when she had lost hope in catching Bruce’s eye at the orphanage. She figured a rich boy wouldn’t want to meddle with a simple lonely girl, But felt that a masked vigilante would. Batman have her one more chaste kiss and let her go now walking away from the door, and said in a loving tone,

“Merry Christmas angel,”

Y/n sighed happily replying,

“Merry Christmas Batman.”

She watched him get in his Batmobile and closed the door as he drove away, she sighed to herself and felt happy. Maybe to others kissing a stranger, or a masked vigilante was weird, but to her, it was the best Christmas present ever.

Batman on the other hand, as he drove away, he felt something in his neck, so when he reached to pull out what he felt, it was a small ornament, shaped like an angel. He smiled at it warmly and hung it on the rear view mirror, giving him something to hope for every night he went out. He felt happy and complete, and now more confident about reaching out to her as Bruce Wayne, he felt and believed that he could trust her. She proved trustworthy in so many ways at the orphanage, and no matter what she never changed, she was always so patient and kind, respectful, caring.. just like an angel.. she was perfect in his eyes. He could honestly say, he got his long lost Christmas wish.. feeling love again and having an angel watch over him every night.

It was honestly the first best Christmas ever.. and he was ready to spend it with her.. hopefully forever.

#bruce wayne x y/n #the batman 2022 #robert pattinson #bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fluff #battinson x y/n #battinson #batman #the batman #bruce wayne x fem!reader

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theroomofreq · 3 years ago

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can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest. He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion. She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

#ror reqs #jily fic #mugge fic recs #jily fic rec list

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sunaswife · 4 years ago

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𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎♡︎☠︎︎

“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀

#tomura shigaraki #shigaraki smut #league of villains #my hero academia #yandere shigaraki #smut #[🏌️‍♀️🔪.yandere]

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twiceinadream · 4 years ago

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Twice React: Fem S/O and Them Get Caught By Their Kids

Requested: Yup

Request: Can u do twice and their wife get caught by their kids plz?

a/u: Hey, guys! So it’s been three months since my last reaction (sorry about that) but I’ve had a writing bug this week and finally got this done so I hope you all enjoy. I love you all and thank you the support!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Nayeon

“Oh sh…”

Being mothers was one of the greatest achievements you and Nayeon had ever come to. However, that also meant alone time was far and inbetween, so knowing your guy’s daughter was having a sleepover at her sister’s was like a message from the divine. Except when she forgot her safety blanket and you guys forgot her sister had a spare key. As soon as Nayeon’s sister had left with your daughter in hand, Nayeon was quick to push you on the couch as her hands found her way into your shirt. You let out a low moan as her lips trailed kisses up and down your throat, small nips made you croon as the sound of the door opening made you two get up quickly. Your guy’s daughter coming into view a few seconds later, “Hi, baby. What’s wrong?” Nayeon was quick to act as you reached for a blanket to cover your neck. “I forgot Blankey.” Your wife nodded as she took her hand, leading her back to her room to retrieve her favorite blanket. Your attention was driven back to the door as you could hear muffled laughter, “What?” Nayeon’s sister just smiled slyly as she shrugged playfully, “Didn’t mean to interrupt Y/N.” You rolled your eyes, “Shut up.” Her laughter followed you as you left the room.

Jeongyeon

“Off!”

Your guy’s son was the pride and joy of both of your lives. But wandering hands in the backseat of the family car feel so much better when you're racing against the clock of your son’s soccer practice. It had been a minute since you and your wife had shared some alone time together and when she pulled you into the backseat you weren’t about to complain as your hands found your way into her pants as you connected your lips in a kiss. “I can’t remember...the last time we did...this.” You could hear the smile in her panted words as your fingers rubbed at her clit, the pent up sexual frustration guiding her to her climax as you continued kissing her neck. “I know. You better cum quick though, I think practice might end soon.” Jeong nodded as she gripped onto your shoulder, her climax seconds away as you heard the door to the van slide open. Jeongyeon panicked as she pushed you away from her, the force sending you backwards as you pretty much fell out of the van and onto the asphalt. Your son’s confused face meeting yours as your wife quickly jumped out as well, making sure nothing looked too strange. “What were you doing?” You looked to your wife as your son raised an eyebrow in confusion. You both shook your heads before replying in unison, “Nothing.”

Momo

“Crap.”

Being married was amazing, but being mothers was even better. Even if that meant having your early morning quickie interrupted by the bedroom door bursting open. It was early on a Saturday morning and you had already gotten busy beneath the sheets as you lapped at your wife’s entrance. Momo bit her finger to keep quiet as her other hand was tangled in your hair, grinding against your tongue as her release began to build. When suddenly, the door to your guy’s bedroom burst open and your sons came running in full speed with Boo at their heels, jumping onto the bed and coincidentally you under the blankets as you yelped in pain, “Ow!” Your boys were quick to jump off you as they stared at a blushing Momo as you emerged from below, “Mom what were you doing to Mama?” You opened your mouth to speak but Momo beat you to it, “We were playing Hide and Seek, right Y/N?” You gave her a confused look as you nodded dumbly. “Yeah, um...and you boys better go hide before we find you!” The two were quick to run out of the room as they left to hide, a shocked look still on your faces as you both suddenly burst out laughing. “Well, I guess that’s motherhood for us.” You gave your wife a smile as you got up from the bed, “Alright! Ready or not..here I come!” Before you left you pecked her lips as you winked, “I’ll make it up to you tonight Momoring, when the boys are really asleep this time.”

Sana

“What?” (Ojou-sama: Small girl in Japanese)

Don’t get it wrong, your daughter was an angel. An angel who seemed to have a “my moms are getting it on” alert system. You can’t really explain what had happened to you in that moment but watching Sana do the dishes just made her look like the most beautiful woman on Earth and with your daughter taking a nap you just couldn’t keep your hands off her. One second Sana was at the sink and the next she was on the counter with your hands under her shirt as you connected your lips in a kiss. Your hands groped at her breasts as your lips left hot kisses down her neck as you nip playfully at her pulse point making your wife squirm as the heat building in her created a knot in her stomach, “Y/N please, I’m so wet.” The sound of her voice made your knees weak as you nodded, reaching behind her as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants and panties ready to pull them down and ravish your wife when you heard little footsteps get closer to the kitchen, “Mommy? Mama?” You both looked at each other in shock as you quickly helped Sana down from the counter just as your daughter walked in, “Yes, ojou-sama?” Your daughter clutched her stomach, “My tummy hurts.” You both frowned, hating whenever your daughter was hurting, “Here I’ll help you, baby.” You offered as your daughter took your hand, “I’ll make it up to you.” Sana shook her head, “Later. Take care of her first.”

Jihyo (This is my favorite Jihyo look hands down. She low key looks like Iris from TWD: World Beyond)

“Nothing!”

Having twins was great! But, alone time after having twins was never the same as before, especially when the door opens. Having a three year old was hard, but having two at the same time was even harder especially if one was very hyperactive and curious while the other tagged along just because they didn’t want to be left behind. So trying to ride your wife’s thigh in the laundry room wasn’t exactly the smartest plan as you were dangerously close to the edge of no return. “Hyo, I’m close. I think I’m gonna…” As you fell over the edge the door to the laundry room suddenly burst open as the face of you daughter and son came into view making you and your wife panic as she pulled her thigh away from between your thighs, which wasn’t the smartest thing since your legs were pretty much jelly mid-orgasm causing you to fall on the floor, “Ouch!” The twins looked concerned as they rushed to your aid, “Are you okay Mama?” You had a heavy blush on your face as the twins hugged you tightly, while Jihyo hid a smirk behind her hand. You rolled your eyes as you made sure the twins weren’t looking as you flipped off your wife. Jihyo just smiled as she blew you a kiss, leaving you to deal with your clingy twins.

Mina

“Move, move, move.”

You were the cool mom and Mina was the graceful one. Except when it came to being walked in on. It was like a whirlwind before you registered Mina on her knees, water poured down on the both of you as she ate you out in the shower. Trying to steal all the alone time she could get with you as your daughter watched Frozen in the living room, your fingers grasping onto the shower curtains as Mina latched onto your clit unexpectedly making you yelp out loud in surprise as your knees grew weak. Your release began rapidly approaching but just as you were at your peak the door to the bathroom creaked open and Mina was quick to stand making her nearly lose her balance due to the water as you caught her nearly taking the shower curtain with you as you peaked your head out. Only to find your daughter staring back at you, “ What’s going on?” Your daughter looked at you worriedly, “I heard you scream Mama. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Both your hearts melted as you thought of a quick lie to ease her worries, “That’s very thoughtful baby, Mama just scared me.” Her gaze suddenly turned to Mina, “That’s not nice Mama.” Mina smiled sheepishly, “You’re right, I should know better. How about you go back to the movie and we’ll be back there soon.” Satisfied your daughter left the bathroom as you both let out a sigh of relief as your wife couldn’t help but snort, “Told you, you were a screamer.” You pushed her into the cold water, making her yelp as well, “So are you.”

Dahyun (Imma go to Hell for this one, but it was just too good not to do it)

*Can’t function*

Dahyun raised your guy’s kids in the church. Even if what came out of her mouth when they walked in wasn’t. Your wife wasn’t super pushy about religion. She just wanted them to have a good foundation before letting them decide what they wanted to do in their lives for the future, so after saying their prayers for the night you and Dahyun also settled into bed as well. However even good church girls had their moments since in the blink of an eye you had Dahyun pinned beneath you as she grinded down on your fingers as you pumped them into her heat, her wetness coating your every move as her back arched. Your fingers began curling into her g-spot as she moaned out, “Oh god, oh god, oh god...” Dahyun was so close to coming when the door to your guy’s bedroom opened making you both panic as you quickly rolled off your wife and wiped your fingers on the sheets before facing your son who was standing in the doorway, “Mom? Eomma?” You cleared your throat as you patted the bed, watching your son quickly climb up, “What’s going on buddy?” He looked between the both of you before looking at his hands, “I heard Eomma saying her prayers really loud, she kept saying, ‘Oh god” a lot and I wanted to join.” At the hilariously innocent answer you couldn’t help but laugh as a dark blush took over Dahyun’s face, “Oh, you just missed it, she finished as you walked in,” He pouted as you ruffled his hair, “Maybe tomorrow. I’ll tuck you back in.” You got up from the bed as you gave your wife a teasing smile, her face still red as she screamed into a pillow. Your laughter following you down the hall.

Chaeyoung

“Behave.”

Chaeyoung was the badass mom who didn’t take shit from anyone. Except when your hands wouldn’t stop moving under the table. When your wife had mentioned “spicing up your guy’s sex life” this isn’t exactly what she meant, but she was so pent up that she didn’t really care that you were trying to fit in an orgasm in the middle of a restraunt as your daughter was in the bathroom. Your fingers teased her through the fabric of her panties as your hand snuck further under her skirt, circling her clit as she gripped onto the tablecloth. Both of you were so distracted that you hadn’t noticed your daughter had returned, a look of confusion on her face as she cleared her throat, “Moms?” At the sound of her voice you and Chaeyoung jumped apart, your wife’s lips were parted slightly as she tried to mask the fact she was panting, teetering on the edge of a orgasm that had been interrupted (which was not your daughter’s fault, but the fact you two were as horny as teenager). You offered a half smile, “Hi, baby, you’re back.” She nodded her eyes looking between the two of you, “Did I interrupt something?” Chase quickly shook her head, “Nope, Mama was just telling me about this ice cream place we should try after.” Your daughter’s eyes lit up at the mention of desert as you gave your wife a look, “Yup, so save room.” She smiled as she sat back down across from the two of you as you whispered into Chae’s ear, “Smooth, Chaengie. Real smooth.” Your wife just rolled her eyes as she Goggled the best ice cream places near where you were. “Shut up Y/N, you’re finishing what you started later.” You smirked as you bit her ear lightly before pulling away, “With pleasure.”

Tzuyu (I wanted to end this react on a sweet note)

“We’re getting a dog!”

You and Tzuyu could read each other like open books, always on the same page. Unless she panicked trying to not have “the talk” with your guys five year old. It had been a long day at work and all you wanted to do was relax with your wife, the massage she had offered you earlier turned more sensual as her hands got lower eventually ending up between your legs as you moaned at the stimulation. Tension leaving your body with every circle of your clit as you neared your climax. Cloud 9 felt like it was just a flick of your clit away when the door to your guy’s bedroom opened and your son stood in the doorway, his own Minjoong in his arms as Tzuyu quickly covered your naked body with a blanket as she looked to the boy, “What’re you doing?” You both looked shocked as Tzuyu looked to the version of Minjoong you had bought for him when he was a baby, thinking quickly so she wouldn’t need to teach a five year old about the “birds and the bees”. “We’re getting you a puppy!” What followed was a unison, “What?!” From both you and your son as he ran out of the room in excitement jumping and hugging the stuffed dog to his chest, a shocked look on your face, “I’m sorry, we’re what?” Tzuyu face palmed as she sighed, “I panicked, I’m sorry.” But by the tone of her voice you could tell that there was something more than just panic that made her say it, a small smile on your lips as you sat up slightly. Ensuring the blanket didn’t slip as you placed a kiss to her cheek, “Don’t worry about it baby. Prada or Dior aren’t bad names for a new puppy.”

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crisps-craft · 2 years ago

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Imma do it again, hi lovely crispy, was wondering about a connection with this boy which I feel very deeply to, you know that song close to me by the cure this cunt makes me feel so nice and I feel alive not in a hole. But he’s not here anymore. Just please look into us.

APS, 🦁 and leoooo

Thank u lovely

4,5,8 house

hi! i hope you are doing well <3 separations are very hard and when i was channeling your energy came through very strong :( here are the cards i pulled:

current situation / energy: 2 of cups, knight of cups, 7 of pentacles, queen of swords, 6 of pentacles

2 of cups tells me that you guys had a very deep connection - i feel like your relationship reached a lot of intimacy and soul connection which i know sounds basic to say but tbh not every connection has that, you know what i mean? that's a very hard thing to find and i think you both held a lot of trust towards each other. i got a visual of you guys laying on a bed facing each others faces just talking - it felt very comfortable and domestic tbh. i saw he had brown hair but i could be wrong lol.

but now in your current situation, im seeing that you are putting energy and emotion towards them and they just ... aren't. they aren't reciprocating the way that they used to and its breaking your heart a lot. okay this could be wrong but i felt the need to say it - do you have blonde hair (i havent read in a while so im a little rusty and i just got weird visuals in my head) but anyways, 6 of pentacles is a card that deals with imbalances of power and you feel like they have you wrapped around their finger and you care so much - they have this power over you. but you don't have that power over them - they aren't its like you are giving your all and they are giving nothing. i remember you mentioned 4/ 5/ 8th house synastry and 4th and 8th house synastry especially is soooo intense. ive had experiences with it too- its like these people live in your heart. these placements develop such a familiar type of intimacy and its such a jab in the heart ugh :( i feel for you.

i feel like you have been reaching out to them on social media / through text but either not getting anything or not getting the same energy back.

the cards kept emphasizing the imbalance of effort that i was talking about earlier - your guides are giving me this message to stop reaching out to them. if you aren't getting the same energy in return - then its not right towards you. they have this power over you and i can see its because of how emotionally invested you were (and still are) and now you are still invested but aren't getting any energy in return and its not right :(

also - tarot is not 100% accurate so only take what resonates and leave what doesn't <3 i really hope that this reading could help and provide some solace. i think that your guides want you to take some time and distance away from it - the situation needs space the most right now. i think you are putting so much energy into it and it has that 8th house energy of being possessed by someone in a way - does that make sense? so i think things will get better for you if you learn to separate from it for a little bit- you will feel more balanced and the situation might even heal too. maybe in a strange way (im channeling rn) the reason why things ended for them was because they were afraid of the power they had over you - maybe they thought things felt codependent? i could be totally wrong though so plz take it with a grain of salt. another message is "its not that they don't care, but they need space right now. don't interpret the space as 'they don't care about me'" i feel like you feel like they feel nothing towards you - but a message that came up is showing that they are also experiencing a lot of emotions if it doesn't seem like it. they are grieving but not showing emotion in a weird way. capricorn vibes

i think giving this connection space will help a lot. ive been there though i get it :( 8th house synastry is veryy intense

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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plz jealous yoonji drabble for pride month

➺ pairing; min yoonji x reader

➺ genre; *clown nose honk*, roommate!taehyung pre-y/n so get ready to have all of your buttons pushed

➺ wordcount: 2k

➺ what to expect; “you owe me seven more kisses when you get back.”

➺ note; this was supposed to be a fun little drabble for pride month but miss yoonji is fashionably late as per usual!!! i’m so sorry for the delay!!!! yoonji follows her own schedule and never picks up any of my calls!!!! also this isn’t really a jealous drabble?? it’s kind of just a yoonji drabble?? but i hope u enjoy it nonetheless

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“vueff how many vrapefs are in my mouf.”

yoonji looks up from her phone when she feels you tap her forearm gently and almost immediately her shoulders droop when she sees your mouth stuffed to the briM with grapes

unfortunately this isn’t anything out of the ordinary

this is just another day of dating a complete idiot of a girlfriend

“someday, you’re going to choke when you do that.” she shakes her head, “and i might not be there to help you fish the grapes out of your throat.”

you roll your eyes before pointing to your mouth, “vueff!”

“what do i get out of this?” yoonji sighs as she props her cheek up against her fist, “besides the pure disappointment of knowing that i’m dating an absolute lunatic?”

“vou vet nuffing. now vueff!” you point to your overstuffed mouth enthusiastically

(there are eight grapes in your mouth)

alright

fine

she’ll play along

only because she knows you’ll keep insisting if she chooses to ignore you

yoonji leans forward to peek into your mouth and scowls when one of them plops out and bounces on the table

you grab it quickly and yoonji doesn’t get the chance to stop you before you shoVe it back into your mouth

“wh- that’s unhygienic, y/n! you don’t know what’s been on this table!” yoonji scolds and grabs her empty water cup before holding it under your mouth, “spit all of them out now before you choke.”

you shake your head stubbornly and yoonji’s right eye twitches

“y/n. now.” she shakes the cup and reaches over to grab your face but you quickly swat her hand away and yoonji resists the urge to stranGLE the crap out of you

“you in’t vueff yet.”

“god, fine- um, i don’t know, seven??”

the grapes plop out of your mouth and into the cup one by one but you keep one in your mouth on purpose before chewing quickly and swallowing (u didn’t think yoonji would notice but she definitely did)

“seven! you were right!” you grin and clap your hands together before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand

yoonji would find that endearing if she wasn’t holding a cup full of your drooly mouth grapes

“so do i get a prize?” she asks sarcastically as she sets the cup down and pushes it off to the side

“i can give you seven kisses for seven grapes.” you suggest as you lean on the table a little more

yoonji smiles slyly and begins to lean in as well, “you and i both know very well there were eight grapes in your mouth. don’t rip me off like that, woman.” she reaches over to take one of your hands in hers and-

“good afternoon, ladies.” the two of you turn to look up at whoever it is that decided noW would be a good time to interrupt and you force a friendly smile on your face when you see who it is

“taehyung! hi. can i help you with something?” you pull away from yoonji so that you can turn to look up at him and she lets out a little huff

she was about to get a boost of serotonin and it was just riPPED away from her because of whoever this guy is

“nah, nah. i just wanted to come over here and like, thank you for lending me a pencil in class the other day.” taehyung lets out a sigh before crossing his arms, “it was really cool of you to do that.”

you raise a brow when you notice him flexing a little bit

he’s really trying

you can see the effort being exuded through his face

…he actually looks like he’s slightly constipated

“oh! well… no problem! i’m always here to lend a hand.” you chirp before pressing your lips together

a moment of silence ticks by and you glance over at yoonji to see her glaring up at taehyung

“so did you need anything else?” you clear your throat before reaching up to scratch behind your ear

this is getting a little awkward and you’d just like to give your girlfriend the eight kisses she deserves without an audience

“well, yeah.” taehyung pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, “actually, this is probably going to sound so crazy, but... i was wondering if maybe you wanted to, like… come over to my place sometime.”

…?

what?

what is happening right now?

“to… to do wha- why would i want to go over to your place?” you narrow your eyes suspiciously and tilt your head

“well… you know.”

you know?

you do?

…

ohhhhhhh

oh.

well, this is going to be awkward.

“what on god’s good green earth is happening?” yoonji asks under her breath and you resist to urge to laugh at the look of complete bewilderment on her face, “am i- does he see me? am i here right now?” she reaches down to pinch her own arm

“yeah. you know.” taehyung’s right eye drops in a sleazy wink and you feel your stomach turn, “i’m a good samaritan, you know? always happy to return favours.”

is this guy for real????

you lend him a pencil ONE time and suddenly he thinks that means you’re willing to sleep with him????

“well, uh, you know- you don’t have to return any favours. i mean, it was just a pencil!” you clear your throat, “really. it’s fine. next time, you can just lend me a pencil and we can call it even that way!”

“but, like-“ taehyung leans forward to rest both his palms on the surface of the table, “i’m really hot. and you’re pretty hot. so… think of this as us doing god a favour.”

“i actually spoke to god this morning and i can confirm that he does not see this as a favour whatsoever.” yoonji mutters, “in fact, i’m pretty sure it’s one of the seven sins-“

“miss, please,” taehyung interrupts yoonji by holding a finger out at her, “i’m sure you’re very nice and all but you’re not really my type. thank you, though.”

what the-

your eyes widen a little when he flicks his wrist at her before turning back to look at you

first of all he’s crazy because yoonji is literally everyone’s type

and second of all oOp-

“oh my goodness, i’m not?” yoonji gasps as she holds her hand over her mouth, “well, thank frickin’ god i’m not-“

“anyways, i’m… well, for lack of a better term, i guess i’m flattered by your offer…? but i’m actually in a relationship, so… no, i will not be going over to your place.” you shrug, “but i’m happy to continue to lend you pencils if you ever forget to bring one to class again.”

“…wait, who are you dating?” taehyung frowns, “is he, like, would he be down to let you off the hook this one time?”

you open your mouth to speak but yoonji holds a hand out before whiPPing her head around to finally look at taehyung for the first time, “what sewer did your slimy ass crawl out o-“

“the person i’m dating is literally right here.” you cross your arms before leaning back against your chair, “like, right here.”

taehyung pauses and you can practically hear the gears in his head working overtime in an effort to help him understand what you’re saying

and then his eyes soften as he reaches up to place a hand over his chest, “aw, baby… i’m flattered, but i’m really not a relationship kind of guy-“

oh my god

how THICK is his skull?!??

“no, no i- i don’t mean you, taehyung. that wasn’t me asking you to go steady-“ you point to yoonji who looks like she’s having the time of her life listening to all the idiotic things coming out of taehyung’s mouth, “i’m dating her. her name is yoonji. she is my girlfriend. i am dating yoonji. yoonji is my girlfriend.”

taehyung turns to look over at yoonji and she gives him a little wave

what?

you’re dating her?

but…

what????

“…but you dated jungkook last year?” taehyung reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, “so how… is this possible…?”

yoonji resists the urge to let out a screech of delight because this is just PURE entertainment

reality tv could never!!!!!

“i mean, this is fantastic!” yoonji snorts, “on this day, society has somehow progressed backwards-“

“that- yes, that’s true!” you chuckle awkwardly, “i… unfortunately, i was dating jungkook for a short period of time. but… i’m not dating him anymore! again, i’m dating-“

“me! she’s dating me.” yoonji chimes in and smiles sweetly when taehyung looks over at her like she’s a three-headed turtle

“but if you dated jungkook, who’s a guy… and now you’re dating yoongi-“

“-yoonji-“

“-who’s a girl… then… like… so you’re… gay? jungkook turned you gay??”

okay

well

you can confirm that there are actually no gears in taehyung’s noggin

it’s just… it’s all dust and cobwebs up there, you think.

“jungkook didn’t turn me g-“ you pause, “well, maybe a little- look, uh, the point is, i’m saying no to you because i have a girlfriend.”

“wait, so like-“ taehyung looks around quickly before leaning in again, “is this you guys lowkey inviting me for a threesome? because i’d be down even though your friend’s kind of scary-“

“you know what, i’m going to go and get a snack from the vending machine!” your chair screeches against the floor as you stand up quickly, “on behalf of you, i’m terminating this conversation. yoonji, you want anything?” you look over at her as you rummage through your pockets for some loose change

“all good, baby.” yoongi shakes her head as she continues to stare up at taehyung

it’s just so… fascinating…

the complete lack of common sense and basic awareness is truly mind-boggling!

she’d love to conduct some experiments on this doofus just to see what’s going on up there

“alright, well-“ you lean over the table and purse your lips

yoonji perks up before leaning in to give you a sweet little kiss, “you owe me seven more kisses when you get back.”

“nuh-uh, it’s six-!” you tease as you walk away from the table, “six!!!”

“seven!!!!”

the fond smile drops from yoonji’s face when she turns back to see taehyung still standing there looking like he’s trying to figure out the quadratic formula in his head

yoonji stares up at taehyung smugly when he looks down at her with a sad little frown, “that’s right. i’m the one who’s taking her home tonight. just let that settle in, little buddy.”

“i just… don’t… she said no because…”

yoonji reaches over to grab your cup of drooly mouth grapes before raising it up for taehyung, “…grape? might make you feel better.”

an evil smile twitches at the corner of her mouth when taehyung pops one into his mouth

“yeah. eat the drooly grapes, pencil boy.”

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nancywheelxr · 5 years ago

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Omg omg omg omg plz do a Uncle Peter and Uncle Aaron fic

“You did what?” Uncle Aaron rasps, hand still pressing tight to his chest and slightly out of breath, and his expression is somewhere between anger and disbelief. On the other side of the room, Peter throws his hands up, mouth stuffed with a bagel.

Yup. That’s about what Miles expected.

Okay, he should probably back up a little and explain.

So, look, there are the facts:

The body of Aaron Davis never reached the morgue. The vehicle containing his body was shot out of the road exactly eight minutes after it left the alleyway. No suspects were apprehended and Officer Jefferson Davis was ordered to close the case twelve days later after all leads had gone cold.

That had been nearly a year ago.

Now, here are some more– mildly less believable, but hey, last year the multiverse kinda went bananas, so who’s Miles to call anything crazy, right? – facts:

Three weeks ago a grumpy wizard dumped Peter in Miles’ backyard. He had a cool cape, though, that Miles thinks might have waved at him at some point? Anyway, there was this wizard, right, and he dumped Peter in his mom’s hydrangeas and then he told Miles to keep an eye on Peter because Peter had apparently been cursed and couldn’t stay in their universe for the time being? No, he did not know when he’d be back to collect him, and no, he would not be taking criticisms on his plan right now.

It had all been very strange.

So yeah, that was a thing that happened. Apparently, Peter’s universe had been attacked by a sorcerer and Spider-Man got the wrong end of a particularly nasty banishing spell.

“It was not my fault,” Peter had said, head halfway into Miles’ refrigerator, “if the Avengers could keep their damn villains of the week out of my neighborhood, then none of this would happen– hey, is the chili still good? No, you know what, nevermind, it probably is, let me just check the milk–”

And that had been that.

“ – and you know, Harry Potter over there, didn’t have to just dump me here,” except, Peter had seemed to want to explain thoroughly what happened first, “I bet he could have just waved his hand and be done with it. He fixed the whole molecular-universe-rejection thing, didn’t he? Sorcerer Supreme, my–”

Miles had kind of zoned out after a while.

Those were the facts, see, and all of them were out of Miles’ hands, that’s a very important thing to notice.

So, since, Doctor Wizard hadn’t bothered to stay to hash out the finer details before peacing out back to his dimension, that left to Peter and Miles to figure out where to stash Peter while this whole mess was sorted out.

It’s not like Peter has a functioning social security number or even the money to buy some real state or pay any sort of rent. Sure, they could go to Aunt May’s place, but whenever Miles tried to bring it up, Peter got that weird face on, that looked kinda guilty and like, infinitely sad, and Miles didn’t have the heart to suggest it again.

Besides, he doesn’t think it would be good for May, not if this took a while.

Somehow, that ended up equaling with Peter squatting at Uncle Aaron’s old place.

It had seemed the logical conclusion, at the time. No one was using it and Miles’ dad hadn’t wanted to let go of it, not yet. Privately, Miles thinks it’s ‘cause his dad still hopes Uncle Aaron is out there, alive. The lack of a body to bury does that, he thinks, and wholeheartedly agrees with his dad.

If there’s still a chance, Miles would take it.

Anyway. So, Peter had been staying at Uncle Aaron’s place and being an all-around sorta cool mentor while helping out Miles with the whole superhero gig.

It had really been just a matter of time until his parents caught up with it.

Again, let the record show, that while yes, Miles had been the one to come up with Uncle Peter, it had been Peter that came up with the marriage thing.

Another couple of facts to keep in mind:

Fours hours ago, Miles and Peter had busted another of Kingpin’s research facilities. Inside it, handcuffed to one of the beds, they had found Uncle Aaron recovering from surgery.

According to his retelling of events, that had been his twelfth procedure. Kingpin had been the one to pay for the Prowler gear, therefore, Kingpin owned the Prowler. Kingpin does not throw away expensive resources– not even the ones who needed open-chest surgery, blood transfusions, illegal not-yet-tested drugs, and too many lung surgeries. No, Uncle Aaron does not know what he had been planning to do with him once he recovered enough, but he figures it would be nothing good, probably blackmail him into working for him again.

Bringing him back to his old place had also brought up the fact that someone else had been living there.

Which brings them back to:

“Why the hell would you tell them that?” Uncle Aaron twitches, glaring at Peter like he wants to bring out his gear to saw him up a bit, “of all the all the– are you an idiot?”

Miles cringes. This is spiraling out of control fast. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal–”

“You think I want to be married to a Supervillain?” Peter, having swallowed his bagel, screams back at Uncle Aaron, seething with righteous anger, “I’m not exactly having the time of my life here either, pal!”

“Okay, I wouldn’t say he’s a supervillain, exactly,” Miles tries to placate him, “more like a henchman, maybe? And he’s totally reformed! Right, Uncle Aaron? Right?”

It’s not a real question, exactly, Miles knows that moment on Aunt May’s roof had been a turning point for his uncle, knows the second he let go of Miles, the second that bullet his chest, he wasn’t a bad guy anymore. He couldn’t be, not when his nephew was Spider-Man.

And Miles would be damned if he wasn’t going to give his own uncle a second chance.

Still, as soon as the words leave Miles’ mouth, Uncle Aaron seems to deflate. He sighs, running a hand across his face before motioning Miles over. “C’mere, kid,” he waits until Miles is sitting beside him in the dusty couch, the white sheet used to cover it still on the floor by their feet. “Yeah, of course I’m reformed,” his mouth still twitches in amusement at the term, then falls into a grimace again, “and I’m so fucking sorry for the things I’ve done, even more for what I did to you. If I had known–” he shakes his head, “not that it makes that much better– but point is, you bet I’m done being a bad guy. I’ll never hurt anyone again, alright, and I’ll never hurt you, Miles, I’m so sorry for all of that.”

“Hey, erm,” Miles swallows past a lump he hadn’t noticed growing in his throat, and looks around, panicking at the sight of Uncle Aaron– cool, laid-back, fun Uncle Aaron– close to tears and looking wrecked by guilt. His eyes meet Peter’s across the room and he looks about as uncomfortable to be there as humanly possible, but he still gives Miles a thumbs up, smiling kindly. “It’s okay, Uncle Aaron. I know– you can do better now,” he finishes awkwardly, not quite able to stop himself from hugging him.

After a long pause, Miles feels his uncle returning the hug fiercely, holding him like he’s not yet sure this is all real. “You really are something else, kid.”

It had taken Miles and Peter half an hour to unhook Uncle Aaron from all the machines and monitors in his cell, and Miles had cried silently at how sick his uncle had looked and pretended not to notice the blood trail they left from where the IV tube had been hooked at the crook of his arm– Uncle Aaron had looked about to keel over and any blood wasted on the tiled floor had seemed alarming.

Peter had taken most of his weight and told Miles to go ahead make sure the hallway was clear.

Not for the first time, Miles had wished Gwen was there, if only to bully him into being less sad.

“Okay,” Uncle Aaron says, huffing a little after they both had regained some sort of composure– ha! Check that out, composure, his English teacher would be thrilled with him using fancy words. “We still gotta figure this thing out.”

“I want a divorce,” Peter demands, standing with his hands on his hips, “I’m sorry but this just isn’t working out, babe.”

“Call me that again,” he warns, glaring, “and I’ll whoop your ass, lung surgery or not.”

Miles tries to picture it– breaking the news of Uncle Aaron’s return to his parents then the subsequent divorce. That would mean Peter would be homeless again and no more excuses to be hanging around Miles. ‘Sides, Peter leaving Uncle Aaron now that he’s sick would not look good. That would definitely be a problem if they want Peter to be able to stick around.

Well, shit.

“You can’t,” he blurts out, shrinking a little when both adults whirl on him, “I mean, you totally can, but it would make it so much harder because how are we gonna explain why Peter is always around? And mom kinda already likes him? She sends him casseroles sometimes, even though dad still grumbles about it.”

Uncle Aaron groans. “Of course she does,” he drops his head on his hands, “this is a mess.”

“Rio’s casseroles are delicious,” Peter admits, tilting his head thoughtfully towards the kitchen like that’s enough to make him reconsider this whole scheme.

“And I know dad is like, still annoyed you allegedly didn’t tell them about this,” Miles adds, “but I swear he’s trying to be more chill–”

“Hang on,” Uncle Aaron looks up, for the first time since they rescued him from the lab, seeming less defeated. His eyes are almost as bright as they were before, alight with something gleeful. “This would annoy the hell out of your old man, wouldn’t it?”

Miles blinks, a sense of impending doom encroaching like an inevitable storm that has nothing to do with his spider senses. “I guess?”

“Say,” he turns to Peter, giving him an assessing look, “spider-hobo, how about we strike a deal?”

“Okay, first off, I was dumped in this universe without warning, alright, it’s not like they let me pack a bag first,” Peter scowls, crossing his arms, “second, what kind of deal?”

“You need a place to stay and an excuse for my brother not to arrest you,” Uncle Aaron smirks, and Miles thinks he knows where this is going but he’s not sure how he feels about it, “and I could use a hand to keep watch, I’m sure Kingpin’s not gonna give up so soon.”

And it would have the bonus of annoying Miles’ dad which is Uncle Aaron’s favorite past time.

This is so spiraling out of control.

Peter squints. “So you want a bodyguard?”

“So you want not to be homeless?”

“Fine,” he huffs, throwing his hands up and rolling his eyes, “we’re married now, I guess. Hurray.”

“Please, you should be happy,” Uncle Aaron sits back, stretching his legs under the coffee table, “you are married to me.”

That sends Peter into another inflamed rant. “Look, I’m a goddamn catch–”

Man, Miles groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is going to be a disaster and with his luck, it’s going to snowball into something huge before it bursts into flames. Again, he wishes fiercely Gwen was there, he bets at least she’d get a kick out of this.

Faintly, he hears Uncle Aaron ignoring Peter in favor to nudge his feet. “Hey, kid, do me a favor and don’t mention to your dad I cursed in front of you, yeah?”

Across the table, Peter snatches another bagel, biting into it with a vengeance.

#spider man #spider man into the spiderverse #smitsv #sitsv #miles morales #peter parker #peter b parker #aaron davis #peter b parker x aaron davis #uncle aaron x uncle peter #into the spider verse #into the spider verse tag #peter x aaron tag

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softguks · 5 years ago

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can i request a drabble of vampire jimin? something fluffy and cute plz thank u

silver lining

order description. jimin is a vampire. jimin is also your boyfriend. this can be very problematic at times, but sometimes, it comes in handy in more ways than one. alternatively: jimin is a whiny, grumpy, and clingy vampire who can’t deal with the silent treatment after a fight.

customers. park jimin / reader total bill. 800 words course. fluff / comedy, vampire au allergies. none, just whiny jimin

note ! i’m sorry i haven’t posted in awhile,, been super busy and haven’t been doing v well mentally these past few weeks, but i hope you enjoy this smol drabble <3

also !! this was based off of a prompt found on pinterest but i can’t seem to find it :((

“Baby, please.”

Jimin plops onto the couch, body sinking down into the plush material as he lets out another huff. He can’t find it in himself to be angry, not when he brought this upon himself, so he simply sulks as he hugs his knees to his chest, ducking his head down and tucking his chin into his chest. His pretty pink lips are pushed up into a pout, effectively enhancing the squishiness of his cheeks as they puff up during his fit. He rolls his eyes when he’s met with nothing but the light padding of sock-clad feet against kitchen tiles and silence.

You continue stirring the simmering pot of tomato sauce, slowly swathing the wooden spatula in clockwise circles of the creamy sauce as you try and nearly fail to bite back a grin. He looks so adorable like that: perched on the couch with wide eyes staring up at you pleadingly, fingers fidgeting with his shirt as he carefully gauges your reaction. Letting out another hum of content, you turn the stove off, adjusting your peach colored apron and fixing the low ponytail sloping against your neck.

He stares at the silver bracelets that line your arm, shining under the warm kitchen lights. A silver necklace dangles from around your neck, the red jewel embedded in the center among sculpted flowers and thin, curved vines pressed squarely against the supple skin of your throat. He can almost feel the burn of the metal against his skin, the sharp and slightly sour tang that zaps him as he comes in contact with the material. His intense scrutiny causes a flush of pink (you swear it’s the heat of the kitchen though you know better) to creep up your neck and dust across the apples of your cheeks, making you shy away from his narrowed eyes. Jimin lets out another huff, throwing himself back as he glances up at the ceiling with his jaw clenched.

“I’ll buy you food. Take you out. Do the dishes for a month. I’ll do anything, just please stop ignoring me. I won’t do it again, okay? I’ll take care of myself.” He offers, expecting nothing but silence in return.

“Hm alright, fine then.” You tease with a grin elongating the curve of your lips, watching as he immediately perks up. His eyes widen in delight and disbelief, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pumps his fists up in the air in triumph. You almost feel bad that you’re going to rain on his joyous parade.

“Let’s get Italian! Extra garlic in the pasta and garlic bread on the side!” You declare excitedly after a moment, clapping your hands together as you reach for the laminated menu posted on the refrigerator.

Just like that, Jimin immediately deflates like a balloon, falling onto his knees and slumping against the floor as if he were melting into a puddle. His cheek presses against the cold kitchen tiles as he lets out a hopeless whine. It reminds you of a three year old throwing a temper tantrum —not that he’s that far from one— and the thought almost makes you giggle.

Your extremely observant vampire boyfriend narrows his eyes at you, catching onto the slight change of your demeanor with his heightened senses as his heart skips a beat at how cute you are. Despite how grumpy he is, he cannot help but admire how beautiful you look, even on a day as simple and boring as this one. Your hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, baby hairs framing the sides of your pretty face that seems to glow under the mellow lights. An over-sized cotton tee —he’s pretty sure it’s from his closet— floods your figure until the hem ends at your thighs, the slightly see-through material causing his eyes to wander up.

His thoughts are interrupted once you open the fridge, something between a huff and a sigh tumbling from his lips as lets out an incoherent mumble, grumbling on about how he’s “back at square one again.”

“I’ll buy you sushi and drop you 10,000 bells in Animal Crossing.”

“Make it 10,000 and a couple gold nuggets, and that’ll be a bargain.”

Jimin rolls his eyes playfully, watching as you slide off the bracelets and unclasp the necklace, before pouncing on you and wrapping his arms around your waist. His arms slot perfectly against your hips, face pressed into your tummy as he mumbles out an apology.

“Baby, you know I could never say ‘no’ to you.”

“Never? Because there’s that dim-sum table I wanted from your island.” You tease, running a hand through his mop of hair.

He sighs, playfully rolling his eyes as he presses a peck to your forehead in response.

pls reblog and leave feedback if you enjoyed !! + i need validation to survive okay :// thank you sm for reading !!

#softguks #heartsforbts #ficswithluv #jimin x reader #jimin fic

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darling-i-read-it · 5 years ago

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Bloody

Roman Sionis x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: graphic murder like GRAPHIC, smut, blood lots of blood, Roman basically

Author’s Note: This was absurdly fun to write like maybe i’m a little violent maybe I’m just in love with this asshole

Requested: by anon, Hi I know I are not writing for a week but i just want to request something and I can wait !!!Ik u haven’t seen the movie yet and hopefully that won’t spoil anything !!A Roman x reader who is just as sadistic and crazy as him where they are killing together with smut at the end plz!!(if u are comfortable with it)Love ur blog btw❤️🥰💙

Summary: the request!

Genre: smutty murder

Song:

(not my gif)

“What do you mean?” Roman demanded, staring at the man who was talking to him. He didn’t know the man's name but considering how annoyed he was making Roman he figured he would never bother to learn it. You looked up from your spot, sitting on one of the clubs tables. Your dress, form fitting and tight, landed just under your ass and the straps were revealing. It was one of Romans favorite dresses on you. He had bought it and there were no holes yet. The tights that went with them had been long discarded through.

“The guy backed out Mr.Sionis,” he muttered, obviously fearing for his life. Romans face fell and the anger came over his face. You slid off the table, ignoring the men who pouted as you left. Your heels hit the floor heavily as you walked across the room. Your hand fell onto Romans shoulder and you leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“Let me help this time,” you whispered, voice filled with lust. Roman, still shook up from one of his associates backing out could barely register your voice but you were able to get through to him. The man who had told him gave you a thankful look but you just chewed on your gum, giving him a lipstick rimmed smile.

“Tell Victor to grab him and bring him back to the warehouse. And whoever else is with him for that matter,” Roman demanded and the man scampered away. Your touch didn’t leave his and he finally turned to look at your pouting face. His smile returned when he saw how amped up you were by this and his hands landed on your lower back, showing you closer to him.

“Roman, hot stuff, not in front of everyone,” you teased even though a smile was dancing on your face and you slightly grinded yourself onto him. He gave you a careful look and a hand reached up to caress your face.

“They know who you belong to,” he sneered. You giggled and kissed his neck tenderly and slowly which you know drove him insane.

“Yes they do baby yes they do,” you muttered through your teeth, kissing his jaw.

If it wasn’t for him being so busy he would have taken you right then and there without any questions but there was someone he needed to kill first and you were coming to help him.

It was only an hour later that Victor called him to tell them they had the businessman and the few girls who were with them. Roman had a driver take the two of you down to the warehouse. You had helped out before but never with someone so important. You had a jump in your step as you walked in.

You grabbed your favorite knife off the nightstand where you kept it before you left and held it in your hands now, your knuckles white as you pounced forward with a smile. The man hung upside down in between two girls.

“Oh no fucking way,” Roman muttered, laughing lowly. You raised an eyebrow and turned to him as you walked to right beside the man.

“What?” you asked, voice high.

“I’ve slept with her before. Mindy? Cindy?” You growled involuntarily.

“Then she’s mine for sure,” you sneered, taking your knife and placing it on top of her chin as she hung upside down. Her tears were stained with mascara. You smiled.

“Go ahead darling,” he said and your smile only grew. With each tear and half scream that came out of her muffled mouth you went a little deeper.

“Did you like his dick? It’s good ain’t it?” you whispered, your mouth almost lined up with hers. She shut her eyes tightly. “It’s gonna be the death of me one day I swear,” you said shaking your head with a small remnant smile. “Definitely gonna be the death of you huh.”

You gave it a good hard slash before moving slowly again. The flesh of her face came off easier than you thought it would. Perks of going slow. You moved on to the other girl and did her quicker.

“And the man of the hour!” Roman said, grabbing the man's hair and lifting his face up to look at Roman. You smiled and Roman grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. “All you baby.”

You clapped your hands and did another show job at it.

“Don’t mess with Mr.Sionis,” you whispered, a crazed look in your eyes. When he was long gone you backed up, blood staining your hands. “Awe fuck, I liked this dress,” you muttered seeing the blood on the bottom half.

“Let’s take it off then...been thinking about that since the club earlier,” he muttered against your neck. You shivered against his touch and let him put a hand under your dress, grabbing your underwear. You gasped and grabbed him tightly, the blood on your hands smearing onto his neck.

“Oh let's get out of here,” you muttered.

“That sounds like an amazing idea.”

You stumbled back to the car and just managed to keep it together for him to only finger you before you got back. You ran up the stairs and he followed close behind. You shed your clothes quicker than you ever had before and by the time you looked up Roman was naked as well. You shoved him back onto the bed and your bloody hands ran down his chest, leaving red marks in their wake. You straddled him and kissed him harshly.

“Watching you kill those people...fuck I’ve never wanted to be inside you so bad,” he growled. You smiled and bit your lip, lowering yourself onto his dick. You started a harsh pace almost immediately, wanting to do this all day.

“Oh Roman,” you breathed.

“Come on baby,” he sneered and guided your hips quicker. It didn’t take either of you very long to come at all and it was almost easier that way, the two of you moving and then coming at all once, together.

When you finished you didn’t move out of him, instead admiring his bloodied and messy demeanor.

“Oh Roman,” you hissed and he kissed you again.

“That knife is the best thing I’ve ever bought you,” he told you. You kissed his neck again.

“I know.”

Ewan: @daphne-fandom-writing , @satanslov3r @records-and-stardust @broodybats @starwarsprequelfangirl

#roman sionis imagines #roman sionis x reader

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imjeralee · 4 years ago

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Wallflower: Chapter 5 - The Long Day

Raihan x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Note: This is my first Pokemon fanfic. I hope you enjoy it :) Originally posted on Archive of Our Own.

Summary: You’re an unassuming Pokemon breeder who works at the nursery in the Wild Area and he’s Raihan, the fearsome gym leader of Hammerlocke who has more than a million followers.

You don’t want anything to do with him but he’s…persistent.

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Lemon, smut, violence, language

THE LONG DAY

...

It's been a long day.

A match has just finished. He lost, again. The gym challenger jumps up and down happily whilst he recalls his fainted Duraludon and the sandstorm subsides. There's sand in his eyes but he forces himself to blink through it. The crowd's cheers gradually die down as both challengers make their way to the middle of the pitch and shake hands.

"Congrats." Raihan says, before he goes over his rehearsed line. He's said it so many times, he's lost count. He hands out the Dragon badge, gives them a TM as a gift and sends the gym challenger along their merry little way. He'll also keep his eyes peeled whether the gym challenger makes it to the finals or not.

The audience leaves, the stadium grows quiet and Raihan retires to the changing rooms where he pulls off his hoodie, leaving himself in his dragon uniform, plops himself down on a cold, hard bench, removes his headband and checks his phone. He goes through his selfies and opens his trusted app, uses the filters and chooses which one suits his liking. When he's finished with the minor edits, he posts it up on his account and a slew of likes and comments appear within several seconds of being uploaded.

'Great match, Raihan!'

'Loser'

'Ur so hot my king <333'

'Lost again, huh? not surprised'

''I get how u like to use weather in ur battles - sandstorm, rain, hail - but that was a pure shitstorm'

'Sending u so much luv, ur ma precious bby (ง︡'-'︠)ง'

’DADDY’

'Marry me!!!'

'Maybe if u spent more time training ur pokemon rather than taking selfies, u wouldn't b a shitty trainer. Just sayin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯'

'can I suck ur cock??'

The comments are mixed, needless to say. He scrolls down the growing list until he spots one from a fan with a username that seems familiar to him. The message says 'Plz go 2 Spikemuth??? I know u lost but I’ll always b ur biggest fan'.

Huh. Interesting. He hadn't been to Spikemuth for a long time and he hadn't seen Piers for a while either. Checking his Rotom calendar, he sees that he doesn't have any matches scheduled until next week. Maybe he should go and unwind, take a quick break. Replying to the message, he says 'Great idea!'. He doesn't even need to pack anything because he'll just be there for one night; instead, he merely books a return ticket from Hammerlocke to Circhester online and grabs his hotel keycard. Being a gym leader meant he had several privileges, including a twenty four seven hotel room courtesy of Macro Cosmos in Hotel Ionia.

Once he arrives in Spikemuth, it's already nighttime and he hits the nightclub after visiting Piers. He doesn't remember the name of the club but he frequents it and before he enters, he snaps another photo of himself and uploads it.

Inside, the nightclub is bustling. He's used to this type of scene and he goes to the bar, orders a drink. The first drink is on the house because he comes here so often. Although he's alone, he's approached various times by attractive women of all shapes and sizes who take selfies with him. In almost every photo, they stick their tongue out and do the peace sign. The amount of people who recognise him and go up to him as the night goes on makes him a little exhausted, so he doesn't stay in one area of the club for long, opting to change seats often. As soon as he's changed seats for the umpteenth time, he's immediately approached by a girl in a black dress; she's very attractive and slim.

"Hi." She says coolly, looking at him through half-hooded eyes.

"Hey." He replies, taking a sip of his drink.

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugs.

She smiles widely. "I'm Louisa. Are you gonna buy me a drink or you gonna leave me hanging?"

He takes another sip of his drink and settles the glass on the counter. "Sure."

Calling the bartender over by waving his hand lazily, Louisa excitedly takes the seat beside him and he allows her to order what she wants. It's something expensive but he puts it on his tab. For a few minutes or so, they chat and flirt, and she orders more and more drinks and her words become garbled and she asks him invasive questions which he’s used to, then she tells him she wants to be as rich and famous as he is and asks him for his secret. When he tells her there is no secret, her demeanour changes - she rubs her foot against the length of his leg before she slips out of her barstool and tugs at his hand playfully, inviting him to dance. He lets her take the lead and once on the dance floor, she begins grinding against his hips and taking his hands with hers and putting them on her waist.

Louisa's pulling some pretty bold moves but he finds himself looking away and it's then Raihan spots a girl sitting amongst a group of women in one corner who are chatting loudly; he remembers that interview he did recently and this girl - he has never seen her before and she is definetely not a gym challenger either - but she fits everything he described. He can't help but stare. She's wearing a tight, black dress which she doesn't seem to be comfortable in as she sits at the very edge, looking rather lost as she holds her drink in hand. She doesn't even look like she's enjoying herself. He watches her for a few moments or so, noticing how she lifts a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and glance at her companions before she shifts her gaze to her lap. She's clearly not at home here. Raihan stares at her for a little longer than intended, drinking in the sight of her until Louisa steps on his foot with her pencil heel.

"Oh! I'm so sorry - " She says, before she immediately slams a hand over her mouth and rushes away - and promptly projectile vomits all over the floor. Looks like someone’s had too much to drink. She collapses and some concerned members of the public go help her out.

After making sure she's okay, he watches as she's carried out and returns to his seat and orders another drink. He downs it in one sip and wipes his mouth, finding his eyes glued on this other girl who’s captured his eye and piqued his interest; he sees her leaving her seat and walking towards his direction. It appears she's been asked to order drinks because she's the only one sober. Raihan watches her; she walks right past him, not even batting an eyelid.

What the Bidoof? She totally ignored him!

Doesn't she know who he is???

He observes her as she returns to her seat, balancing three drinks on a tray which her friends end up making her drink. A while later, she seems to be drunk as well because she heads to the dancefloor on her own, looking around and swaying slightly. Raihan finishes another drink and his head's throbbing too but what the hell - he wants to talk to her so he heads over and once he reaches her, he slides an arm around her waist and she looks up.

"Hi, do you wanna dance?"

She squints her eyes at him; she didn't hear him over the loud music. "...What?"

He repeats his question.

"I don't...I don't talk to strangers." She manages to slur out.

He's fairly amused; she's so cute, like a little Skitty with her pink cheeks and somewhat dazed expression. "I'm not a stranger, I'm Raihan."

"Who?"

He pauses, momentarily stunned.

Then he grins.

A girl who doesn't know him.

What are the odds, really?

...

Present.

There's a team of investigators at your house; the box has been removed and they opened it.

A pokemon's heart was inside.

You didn't see it but these men dressed in white came and took something red and fleshy out and deposited it into an icebox. The date has ended miserably; you sit on your sofa with the front door open as Looker’s team scour the rest of your house but the culprit is long gone. After taking down your testimony, you wonder what's going to happen next - Looker speaks to a man in scruffy shorts, flip flops, t-shirt, cap and sunglasses. People would've thought this man was a hobo but it was actually Chairman Rose in his civilian disguise. You can't hear what they're talking about but it can't be good. His secretary stands stiffly in silence with her hands clasped together, looking rather solemn.

Raihan sits beside you and you're stuck in his embrace. He's been hugging you the entire time but you feel he needs a hug more than you do because no-one should be facing this alone and also, you are grateful he's here so you wrap your arms around his waist and when you look up at him, he smiles at you reassuringly and pecks you on the forehead before snuggling you, and you do the same. It feels good to be in his arms, even though the date is over and there’s random men in your house, going through your things and trampling over your nice pristine carpet with their mucky boots.

Luckily, your Pokemon were fine - you flung open your door and when you saw Drifloon and Phantump in the living room, you pulled them into a hug and returned them to their pokeballs. Then you looked around for Espie and found her sleeping in your closet so you quickly returned her safely into her ball as well. Poliwag never left the bathroom and was swimming in your bathtub which he had filled with water so you quickly recalled him too. You tucked all your pokeballs into your safe box and counted them three more times just incase. Everyone's accounted for. Thank Arceus, your Pokemon are unharmed. You will call Glenn later and ask if he can pop by your house and look after your Pokemon if he’s free.

What a shit way to end the first date you have with Raihan. You'll remember this for the rest of your life. Oh boy, what a story to tell the grandkids. Jokes aside, the Chairman's presence here doesn't bode well because you know once he finishes talking to Looker, he will probably speak to the both of you. This is bigger than you, Raihan and Looker...no matter how much you wanted to keep the Dusclops in the closet. More and more people are getting involved and will find out about the one night stand. This is humiliating.

Groaning, you close your eyes and Raihan hugs you even tighter than before that your lungs might pop. "Are you okay?" He's asked you that question a few times now.

You're not okay and you don't know whether to humour him or not, so you utter, "This isn't the first time I've seen a dead pokemon. Did I tell you that too?" Sarcastic, cynical response it is. He doesn't deserve it but you can't help yourself in this situation.

"Yeah," He replies (thank goodness he's not offended), "I'm sorry I got you involved."

"It's not your fault."

You resume your cuddling but it's cut short when Chairman Rose finishes talking to Looker and begins heading towards your house and enters through the front door. His secretary follows silently. Immediately, you climb out of his lap, allowing Raihan to stand up and you follow his example, except you begin to tremble slightly until Raihan squeezes your hand. Once Rose is directly in front of you, he exchanges glances between the two of you before he smiles warmly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Rose and I'm the Chairman of the Pokemon League. You must be Raihan's new belle." He says.

Belle? Like the character from the popular, classical movie, Beauty and the Buzzwole? This guy is kind of weird. There's something off about him but you can't just put your finger on it.

Before you can even speak, Rose turns to the gym leader and adds, "Raihan, it's been a while since we last saw each other; usually I have no business in your affairs but this time....well, where do I even begin?" He's smiling but you don't think this conversation is heading to a good direction.

"Chairman Rose." Raihan greets him; he's different when dealing with this man. He's more stoic and serious. "We're taking care of it. I've got Looker helping us."

"I'm taking your word for it, but I'm disappointed in you. Get this sorted out right now. This could ruin everything I've worked for and I'm not taking any chances. Why else do you think the paparazzi aren't going crazy over this? I'm paying them to keep their mouths closed."

Raihan's expression doesn't change. "I'm aware."

"I'm glad you understand the severity of the circumstances here." With that, Rose turns and leaves. The tight-lipped woman doesn't say anything and follows after him.

There's a brief silence between the two of you until Raihan sits down on the sofa again.

"Raihan?" You mutter; he keeps his eyes trained on the floor but he looks up when you sit down beside him. "What did he mean? Is...is that why...when the photo of us got posted online, it just vanished the next day? I mean, okay, I guess it's a godsend something else came up but...did Chairman Rose really pay the press off? I'm sure that man won't do things for free......Is it coming from your pay cut?" Although you're not sure exactly how Raihan's making money - either from being sponsored by various companies or individuals, or from his social media - you're not sure but now that you think about it... well, you didn't think about it until now.

He nods.

Oh, shit. Your lip trembles slightly and you rub your elbow awkwardly. "Oh, Raihan."

"It's fine. I didn't want you to worry or get hurt." Raihan says, smiling gently before he reaches for your hand, entwining your fingers with his. You gaze at him worriedly and when he drops the smile, you carefully pull your hand free from his and taking a deep breath, you attempt to calm your thundering heart as you awkwardly slide your arms around him. This is your first time taking the initiative and your cheeks feel warmer than usual. He realises this too and he looks at you in surprise before you give him a squeeze. So... here you are, showing affection and care.

"I think it's best if we lay low after this." You mutter, "Chairman Rose is right. This is getting worse...and your career might be ruined. It's not worth it."

In response, he gives you a tight squeeze.

You hear someone clearing your throat and that's when you both throw your glances over. It's Looker; he looks slightly disgruntled. "Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to check if you’re both okay.”

“Thanks, Looker,” Raihan replies, "We're fine."

”Good.”

As he begins to leave, his Rotom hovers into the air and exclaims, "Bzzzt! Confirmed visual! Suspect is at Rose Tower!"

"Thanks, Rotom. Let's go."

You turn to Raihan and your gazes meet. "...Should we go with him?"

....

Looker leaves Ballonlea and makes his way to Rose Tower; arriving at reception, he shows the receptionist his badge and proceeds to tell her he's looking for someone. He gives a name - a female's - and the receptionist checks internal employee records and informs him this particular employee is located on the fifteenth floor, belonging to the IT department. Looker thanks her and enters the awaiting lift. He's only been to Rose Tower a few occasions and discovers it's quite a sterile environment. He watches various Macro Cosmos employees walking around, all donned in the casual, cool uniform, with the hat and shades and the funky-looking triangle shaped pokeball holders stuck to their hips. They're all role model trainers - friendly, intelligent and hip.

Rotom did an excellent job - Raihan's biggest fan is a Marco Cosmos employee who lives in Spikemuth. It was typical - drunk father, dilapidated environment, hundreds of photos of Raihan in her room... This will be over soon.

Once the lift doors open, Looker finds the next reception desk and asks the lady for the girl and where she sits; the lady asks if she should call her - Looker says no, but asks for access inside - the lady kindly grants permission to enter the IT floor using her pass. Once inside, there are rows and rows of desks in open plan all filled with large computer screens - many employees are looking at two or four screens at one time, tip-tapping away rapidly into their computers. There's numerous Porygon floating around but they don't pay attention to him.

Looker goes up to a random employee and asks if he knows where the girl is. The employee tells him that she's at a booth and points down the hallway. Looker curses and makes his way as quickly as he can to the hot desk area where he sees a lone girl with her back to him, sitting at one of the terminals. Looks like she's in the middle of uploading something. Shit, it's not the video, right? A Banette stands beside her and once it senses Looker's arrival, it tugs on her elbow and hisses, a rattling noise emitting from its body.

"Stop!" Looker yells; he's just a few feet from her and the girl abruptly turns round in her swivel chair. "Don't do it."

It's a young girl; maybe even younger than Raihan's current girlfriend. Looker wasn't sure what to exactly expect but she seems perfectly normal. "Who...who are you??" She demands, clearly stunned by his arrival.

"Don't do it." Looker says sternly; he doesn't bother with any introductions. "I know who you are and what you did. Are you sure you want to do this to Raihan?" Looker points to the computer where the screen is frozen with the commands 'Confirm' or 'Cancel' and she throws her glance to the monitor. "Do you have it in your heart to do something like this to him? Is this something you really want to do? Think about it. If you press that button, you'll ruin everything he's worked for and you know he's worked hard to get to where he is now."

The girl looks annoyed at his words, "I-I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave."

"I went to your home and spoke to your father, and I found the hotel room with the slot behind the light switch where you put the camera. We know what you did to the Deerling. Do you really want to go through with this?"

He's expecting some kind of angry response, some form of retaliation to his claims. However, she merely closes her eyes, re-opens them and says, "You don't understand, nobody does. If I don't do this then he won't even bat an eyelid at me. I did everything for him. He is my everything. I've done everything for him and it's still not enough. He didn't see me at all. He doesn't see me...why doesn't he see me? I do so much for him. I comment on every video and photo, I go to as many matches as I can, I changed myself, I changed my hair, my eyes - but it didn't work, nothing did."

"And are you happy with yourself? With who and what you have become?"

She grows silent.

"You aren't, are you? You probably don't recognise yourself anymore. You probably don't even know who you are anymore. Deep inside, you know this is wrong."

"She was one step ahead. It should've been me, it was supposed to be me."

"But it wasn't. And now you're angry, you're upset and betrayed."

"Yes."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

A brief silence spawns before she casts her morose gaze to the floor. She utters, "He helped me get up every morning....helped me get through the day. If it wasn't for him, I probably would've killed myself a long time ago."

"I understand." Looker replies, "If you really love him, then you would forgive him."

Before the girl can say anything, however, there's the sound of footsteps approaching and Looker turns to see Raihan and his girlfriend standing at the hallway along with a random Macro Cosmos employee - looks like they've just arrived and everyone seems stunned to see each other.

Chaos ensues:

"What's going on here?!" The Marco Cosmos employee demands.

"Goddamnit, what the hell are you two doing here?!" Looker barks angrily; he rarely loses his cool, but this...? Motherfurret!

"What the...what is she doing here?!" The obsessed fan begins to screams; her calm demeanour vanishes at once and her expression turns murderous as she glances at Banette. "Go Banette, attack! Use Shadow Ball!" She promptly turns to the computer and Looker fumbles for a pokeball.

"Growlithe, stop her!" He throws the capsule and releases the puppy pokemon who immediately dashes over and bites on the sleeve of her uniform, pulling her arm away from the mouse but she's able to start the upload.

Banette's Shadow Ball hurtles towards the gym leader's direction; Raihan releases his Duraludon to shield his girlfriend whilst he also throws himself over her. She cannot react in time to Banette's attack but a pokeball stuck to her waist opens up and a burst of light appears, revealing another pokemon that blocks the attack along with Duraludon - it's a Garchomp - and it immediately retaliates with a Dragon Claw, knocking the Banette out in one smooth hit. Looker rushes up to the desk and grabs the mouse, cancelling the upload before it reaches one hundred per cent. Banette's attack bounces off Duraludon and the room grows silent.

”No, Banette!” The obsessed fan screams as Growlithe tugs her away from the computer and Looker quickly pulls out the USB device. With her other hand, she grabs a pokeball off her belt and tosses it forwards, “Druddigon, go!"

As a massive pokemon appears and attacks Growlithe, she is released and she quickly returns her fainted Banette into an Ultra ball before making a run for it. Looker chases after her as she disappears into the emergency exit.

...

"Beldum, use Take Down!"

From that day on, you took Beldum outside to train everyday. The mountains near your home was an ideal place and after a few days of scouring, you found a small patch of grass containing weak pokemon which you could use to train Beldum, namely Trapinch who are at a level much lower than Beldum. You direct Beldum when to attack and avoid and when the Trapinch faints, you jump and down on the spot with joy.

"Yay! You did it!"

Beldum turns to you, eye curling with happiness. You can't always tell what it's thinking but you know it enjoys training. You can also feel it's growing stronger as the days pass. Beldum is not strong enough to face other pokemon so you only have him face Trapinch and so far, you're also noticing that his attack stats are getting stronger compared to his others.

"Phew! Let's go home!" You exclaim, "It's been a long day."

Beldum nods in agreement. You've used up all your potions to keep his health up; no worries though, because Glenn will be going to the pokemart tomorrow and you can ask him to buy some for you. As you return Beldum to his pokeball, suddenly it disappears from your hand and you're shoved from behind. Landing on the ground, your knees scraping in process, you look up to see a group of boys on their bikes who are clutching Beldum's pokeball. Urgh, if it isn't Graham and his little gang.

"Hey! Give me him back!" You yell angrily as you get up wobbly. Your knees are bleeding and so are your palms, but Beldum was more of your concern.

"You want him? Then come get 'im!" Graham exclaims, before he starts pedalling away on his bike. His cronies follow and you growl under your breath, grabbing the handlebars of your bike and lifting it off the ground. You follow the boys as fast as you could go, going deeper and deeper into the forest and up a steep mountain path until you see them up ahead and looks like they've ditched their bikes to crouch in front of some bushes; once you arrive, you climb off your bike and run up to them, furious.

Before you can even yell, Graham grabs you and slaps his grubby hand over your mouth, silencing you. "Shhhh! It'll hear you!" He hisses and you blink, wide-eyed.

He drags you towards the rest of his group where they're spying on a large dragon pokemon in a cave that is hunched over a Deerling... it's a small, feeble thing - and your eyes widen as you see the large pokemon smash the Deerling's head into the ground and it lets out a weak but horrifying, pained bleat until it stops moving. Growling low, the massive dragon pokemon begins to sink its jaws into its body and tear at the flesh. Using it's massive claws, it proceeds to tear the body apart and you see nothing but blood and entrails. The boys are staring, transfixed, whilst you watch in horror. You try to escape but Graham's grip on you is too strong as he forces you to watch, much to your disgust.

"W-what is it?" One of the boys asks.

"I think it's a Druddigon."

"And it's eating that Deerling!"

In unison, they all coo in awe even though you're horrified and repulsed and you try to escape once more, your foot stepping over a twig and causing it to snap loudly. Everyone gasps as the Druddigon immediately turns its head to your direction and the boys make a run for it; Graham lets go of you and pushes you to the ground once more and your head smacks against the dirt. As you sit up, your vision is slightly blurred as you watch the boys grabbing their bikes and pedal away, leaving you behind. You don't know where Beldum is until it appears in a burst of light and hovers in front of you protectively.

"Beldum!" You exclaim with relief. Glancing around, you find Beldum's discarded pokeball and grab it, just as a massive shadow covers your form and you look up to see the huge Druddigon before you. It lets out an insanely loud roar and you scream, throwing your arms over your head to brace for impact -

- but nothing happens.

Lowering your arms, you glance over to see a small blue pokemon with a red tummy that has stopped the Druddigon in its rage; it stands alongside your Beldum, facing off against the dragon. It waves it's little arms and snaps its jaws as it attempts to kick sand at the Druddigon and you know it's using Sand Attack.

A Gible?

Standing up, you know neither of the pokemon are a match against the Druddigon so you recklessly grab your Beldum and the Gible and take off running.

....

Oh crumbs, Looker had almost calmed down the culprit but your group ruined it by waltzing into the scene. Neither of you were aware, of course; you and Raihan had merely arrived at Rose Tower and asked if anyone had seen Looker. A kind Macro Cosmos employee said yes and agreed to take you over to see him. However, the moment you saw that Druddigon and fear gripped you like ice. It's been a long time since you've been afraid and you’re brought to your senses when you hear Garchomp growling and you blink, turning to him.

"Chompy?"

Garchomp emits another growl; you know he's asking if you're okay.

"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that. Thanks for saving me."

He nods and then turns to the Druddigon.

Ah, that's right. A Gible came to save you that day. It just came out from nowhere and once you successfully ran away from the Druddigon, it decided to stay with you and Beldum. Ever since you added Gible to your team, you trained him until he evolved into a Garchomp and now he's one of your most reliable fighters along with Metagross. You smile fondly at Garchomp as he waddles in front of you and you quickly come to realise that Raihan's Duraludon is fighting the Druddigon; he's whittled down the Druddigon's health until it's weak and you hastily issue a command to finish it off: “Garchomp, use Dragon Claw.” You instruct, and your pokemon strikes down your opponent with speed and strength like no other.

Druddigon is quickly knocked out and Raihan turns to you and your pokemon, grinning. "We make a good team."

You're not sure what to think - Looker was handling it fine without you two. "We shouldn't have come. What were we thinking? We're not ten years old anymore. I'm too old for this." You reply, and Raihan chuckles. Turning to the Macro Cosmos employee who has escorted you to Looker, you see he's busy on the phone informing his superiors about an emergency - also, the entire IT hot desk area is in complete disarray. Your skirmish with Banette and Drudiggon has resulted in many upturned computers and chairs and a few broken desks.

"C'mon, we need to help Looker." Raihan says, reaching for your hand.

You nod and you both recall your pokemon, then head towards the direction where Looker and the girl sprinted off to.

Adrenaline pumps through your veins and your pulse is racing. This is definitely a date to remember. You're going to remember this day for a long time. You reach the emergency exit, opening the doors where you see the stairs as well as three lifts. It's eerily silent - if Looker was chasing the girl, you would hear them, right? Two of the lifts are heading up, so naturally you assume they've taken the lift - looks like it's going to the very top floor - and you and Raihan immediately jump into the third lift once it arrives and take it all the way up. This very exciting moment is temporarily put on hold as you stand side by side and listen to dingy elevator music on your way to the top; Raihan even attempts to take a selfie. He tries to include you in the photo too but you're not in the mood for photos so you politely decline.

Once the doors slide to an open, action rears it's ugly head again - you and Raihan find yourself in a huge outdoor arena; the air here is terribly chilly and you can feel strong gusts of wind blowing from the stands. Your breath comes out in short puffs and you begin to shiver but you see Looker and the obsessed fan ahead; they have finished a pokemon battle with Looker recalling his fainted pokemon. You and Raihan rush up to him but he holds his arm out.

"Don't do anything rash." He warns, and you take note of the obsessed fan who is standing a distance away. The moment she sees Raihan, and her eyes widen with fright.

"Thanks, Looker. What's her name?"

Looker tells him.

"Thanks, I'll talk to her." Raihan mutters.

"Wait, don't - " You and Looker speak in unison, but Raihan is already walking towards her. You help Looker stand on his feet and you both watch Raihan approach the girl. The atmosphere feels terse, thick with tension.

"Hi," He says, smiling, "You're my biggest fan, right?"

"Y-yes, I am." Strange, she's very timid all of a sudden.

He says her name and she nods.

"You....you know my name?"

"Of course I do."

She clamps a hand over her mouth in shock before tears begin bubbling in her eyes.

"Thanks for supporting me. If it weren't for you, for all of you, things could've turned out a lot differently for me. Thanks for being there for me. I get a lot of harsh comments, but you've always cheered me on. Thank you."

She nods vigorously. "Yes, yes, of course I will!!! You're so important to me, I-I - " She clutches her chest, "I can't believe this, you're...you-you're actually talking to me. I-I've always imagined this! And it's really happening!" She can't seem to control herself now as she splutters and stutters before she reaches for him. She wants to touch him and she begins making her way towards him. Raihan doesn't move, allowing her to approach. What the hell?! You try to interrupt but it's too late - as soon as she's in arm's length of him, you see her pulling a knife from behind her and Raihan doesn't realise -

You release Garchomp from his pokeball and he executes a Slash, causing the knife to go clattering out from her hand. She whips her head to you, furious; Raihan exchanges glances between the two of you whilst Looker hurriedly collects the knife.

"I challenge you to a pokemon battle!" You find yourself yelling out; you need to avert her attention from Raihan or else she'll try to pull a stunt like that again should she get the chance. Enraged, the obsessed fan accepts the challenge, grabs a pokeball from her belt and releases her pokemon. It's a Garchomp, too.

"Garchomp, use Dragon Tail!" She directs her pokemon to attack first.

"Outrage!" You yell, and you watch as both Garchomp lunge at each other. You will show no mercy. The moment they clash and you wince as the Dragon Tail connects with your pokemon; your Garchomp assaults the opponent at the same time and both pokemon land on the ground. Her Garchomp wobbles slightly before collapsing. Success! The enemy Garchomp is knocked out cold and your Garchomp is still standing!

Annoyed, she recalls her fainted Garchomp whilst yours stands proudly in the arena, victorious. She chooses her next pokeball and throws it high into the air. "Go, Dragonite!"

You return Garchomp, thank him for his hard work and choose your next battler. "Go, Tyranitar!"

Raihan watches you and your pokemon with his arms crossed and a smile; you know he's impressed but there's no time to waste.

"Hyper Beam!" The obsessed fan commands, and the Dragonite begins gathering energy in its mouth.

"Ice Punch!" You yell, and Tyranitar acknowledges your instruction with a roar and slams one arm towards the direction of the Dragonite's belly. A cluster of thick ice surrounds your Tyranitar's claw which proceeds to ram into the Dragonite and it stops in mid-attack, promptly knocking out the dragon pokemon with one hit. It's super effective!!!!

The Dragonite is recalled and there's only one pokeball attached to her belt; the obsessed fan is down to her last pokemon. You wonder what her final pokemon is - and she tosses the ball onto the field. A Hydreigon appears in a burst of light and you stare as she quickly returns it; a bright red light appears on her wrist and begins to gather around her - she has a Dynamax band - and she grabs the ball which has become enlarged and throws it high into the air, revealing the Dynamaxed Hydreigon. It promptly flaps its massive wings and a fierce gust of wind almost knocks you off your feet if Tyranitar didn't help by shielding you.

"Thanks, boy." You say, as Tyranitar growls affectionately at you before turning to face the gigantic Hydreigon. "It's Dynamaxed but don't be afraid."

Tyranitar throws it's glance to the ground, twiddling it's claws together timidly.

"You can do it! I believe in you!!" You pat him on the back, and Tyranitar returns to the field. "Use Stone Edge!"

Your Tyranitar nods and emits a roar; the ground shakes and just as the Hydreigon is beginning it attack, Tyranitar summons enormous pillars of rock that burst out from the ground and slams into the Hydreigon without delay. Although it's not a super effective move, the attack hits the Hydreigon square in the chest and it begins to explode in a glorious display of fire and light before it begins to return to normal size. He did it!!

Raihan and Looker watch as the dust clears away. The obsessed fan is out of pokemon. Your pokemon had completely and utterly decimated her team in minutes and her jaw drops in disbelief.

"No!" She yells, furious. Distraught, she looks around the arena shakily before she runs for the railings - you know what she's trying to do - before she can throw herself off, Raihan has grabbed her, hauling her away from the edge just in time. She lands in his chest as he drops over the floor and she attempts to wriggle free, flailing violently. Although you wonder if she's got another knife hidden somewhere, you get the feeling she's out of options and now she is truly helpless. Raihan sits up with the girl who's crying heavily and she's immediately intercepted by Looker who takes out a pair of handcuffs, slapping them on her wrists.

You recall Tyranitar, rush over to Raihan as he gets up to stand, grinning at you. Without thinking twice, you throw your arms around him; he's taken aback by your action, eyes wide, before he chuckles and quickly wraps his arms around you in return and scoops you off the ground; you find your feet leaving the floor and you quickly adjust yourself to this new position, slipping your arms around his neck whilst he keeps you hoisted up with his arms tucked under your knees, your chest pressed against his.

"You idiot, you could've gotten killed!" You can't help but scold him.

Your faces are close as he clutches you. "I'm sorry I made you worry."

"Not good enough." You retort, "Don't do that ever again!"

"Okay." He leans in and quickly pecks you on the mouth and you find your anger subsiding; you can't stay mad at him.

The two of you then turn to Looker who is escorting the obsessed fan out of the arena and towards the lifts. She's still crying uncontrollably, and Looker glances at you and Raihan. "Good job," Looker grunts out, "Thanks for your help, I appreciate it."

"What's going to happen now?"

"You both need to come with me to the police station." Looker replies, and Raihan - still carrying you - begins to trail after him.

"You can let me down." You tell him but he merely smiles at you cheerfully.

"Nope, I like carrying my princess like this ~ "

...

At the police station, there's a lot to do but Looker releases both yourself and Raihan after a few hours; you have provided another set of testimony and it does appear the case is closed. He thanks you for your efforts in stopping the obsessed fan and also your assistance with police investigation. Unused to receiving compliments, you stuttered out that you didn't do anything substantial. Meanwhile, there is some damage to Rose Tower but Macro Cosmos will deal with this themselves and Looker will ensure there are no repercussions on you and Raihan. When you ask Looker what will happen next, Looker informs you that the fan is charged with a number of crimes - recording illegally, blackmail, abuse of employee rights, invasion of privacy, attempted murder and pokemon slaughter. It will depend if charges are to be pressed - in a few days, she could stand trial and her pokemon, confiscated.

Attempted murder? It sounds serious and you scratch your head in befuddlement. It's taking a while to sink in that you were in a dangerous situation earlier...it's like something out of a crime drama or an action movie. Again, these sorts of stuff might happen to your friends, yes. Just not...you.

You can't help but wonder how Raihan feels. Is he doing well? Should he see a counsellor after this? Is he traumatised? You stand at the vending machine, slotting in coins for two fresh waters. You collect the drinks and turn round to see Raihan sitting quietly with his gaze trained on the floor. He's not on his phone, either. You sit down beside him and hand him the bottle of water; he thanks you, unscrews the lid and takes a few gulps.

You both sit in silence for a while until you say, "Do you want to talk about it?"

He breathes in and exhales gently then leans back on the seat, resting his elbows on the chair and looks up at the ceiling. You guess he isn’t in a mood to talk - which you will respect so you don't press him any further. However, he reaches for you, lifts you off your seat and eases you into his lap. He lifts you up as though you weighed nothing. You blink owlishly as he encircles his arms around your waist and buries his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. You're unmoving for a few moments before you slowly wrap your arms around him. Your action prompts him to clutch onto you tighter, his grip on you increasing.

It becomes a full body hug with your chest pressed tightly against his and your hips knocking together, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck whilst he holds you by the waist. You’re so close to him you can feel his breath on your cheeks. You rest your chin on his shoulder and give him a little rub on his back. His muscles are tense. You hope he will loosen up but all Raihan does is hold you close to him and you can feel the warmth that radiates from his body as well as his steady heartbeat. This actually feels...nice.

There's never a dull moment with Raihan, because he begins trailing little kisses over the side of your face as you cling onto him. You can feel him grinning against your skin before he presses another kiss over your cheek and finally, your lips.

...

Once you return home, you open the door to see Glenn in your living room, playing with your Pokemon. He's wearing a Hydreigon hood with Hydreigon sock puppets on each hand. You bristle at the sight but say nothing. Meanwhile, Espeon sits at his feet, watching. Even Poliwag has left the bathroom and is now sitting in the armchair to his left. Upon your arrival, everyone looks up and Glenn removes the hood and grins widely at you, "Yo!!! How was the date?"

You exhale loudly as you trudge over, removing your bag and collapsing over the couch beside him; you drop your head on his shoulder and groan. "It was fine. I have something for you." You take out Ponyta's pokeball and hand it to him. Glenn has been looking for one for a long time and you know he really wants one, so you figured you'd gift it to him.

"Ohh, a pokemon! This is so exciting! I wonder what's inside?" Glenn takes the pokeball off you and opens it, releasing the horse pokemon and for a few seconds, he's stunned as it lets out a high-pitched whinny and clops its hooves. Glenn's jaw hits the floor. "Oh my Drowzee, whaaaaaat! No way!! Whaaaaaaat? Nooooo, it can't be - whaaaat!"

"Yep, it's a Galarian Ponyta."

He lets out a hoot of joy. "Thanks, sis!!!!" Glenn exclaims cheerfully as he reaches over and pinches at your nose with his fingers hidden behind the Hydreigon puppet before he rushes over to the Ponyta and throws his arms around it. "Ohhh, you're so beautiful, yes you are!! I'm gonna call you 'Sugarplum'."

You giggle as Glenn continues fawning and doting over the Ponyta who neighs in response as he hugs it. It appears to have taken a liking to him immediately and he returns it to the ball, grinning widely. "Thanks, sis!"

"Raihan caught it but he gave it to me.”

He blinks. "Really?! That's amazing! Can you thank him for me?"

"Of course."

You and Glenn settle on the couch again where he continues where he left off with the Hydreigon puppet, "Hydreigon used Dazzling Gleam!"

You wrinkle your nose in response; you don't remember Hydreigon being capable of using this fairy type move, but you're well aware Glenn likes to improvise a lot. "Do you have another puppet?"

"I sure do." Glenn fishes around his bag and gives you a puppet - it's an Espurr with pink beady, glassy eyes - and you promptly drape it over your right hand. Phantump and Drifloon watch, engrossed. "Hydreigon used Dark Pulse!"

"Nooooo, it's super effective!" You cry, shaking your puppet and Espeon hisses angrily at Glenn, "But Espurr clung on using it's Focus Sash! Espurr used Play Rough!"

"It's super effective!!!" Glenn roars, throwing his fists into the air, "Hydreigon regained a little of it's HP using its Leftovers! Hydreigon used Dragon Pulse!"

"Espurr fainted!" You yell, and you make the Espurr puppet squeak with pain before doubling over. Phantump trills loudly in response whilst Poliwag and Drifloon looks between the two of you. And Espeon is still hissing in dismay. When it grows silent, the two of you burst into laughter before you drop to the couch, exhausted.

"Long day, huh?" He asks, when you stop laughing.

"Yeah," You say, "...It was a long day."

...

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In the Rain

Plz helppp. Idk why I wrote this. It’s toooo angsty for me!! Especially because I prefer fluffy Adrienette. But I couldn’t get this idea out of my head after the Miraculous Mexico account tweeted that Adrien and Kagami are secretly dating. I hope this isn’t true but only time will tell D:.

AO3

The droplets of rain trickled gently down her face, mixing with the tears that had already gathered there. First, she loses Chat Noir and now she loses Adrien. How in the world is she meant to go on? She turns to watch him leave, already feeling her vision burn under the onslaught of fresh tears. Before she can even attempt to open her mouth to call after him, Alya rushes down the stairs towards her, shaking her shoulders roughly, “What is wrong with you, Marinette!? Couldn’t you see that he was just waiting for you to tell him to stay?!”

She turns to look at her best friend, stuttering slightly, “But... but... I... he made his choice. What did you expect me to do,” Marinette said softly, swallowing against the harsh lump in her throat.

“It doesn’t matter what I expected you to do! Who’s Adrien to you! A friend or more than a friend!? There will never be a better time to be clear with yourself, Marinette. Do you want him to leave or do you want him to stay?” Alya glared into her eyes fiercely, practically demanding an answer from her.

“U-uh, I...” her lips parted as realization crashed into her. She couldn’t let him go. He was the love of her life! She had to help him. She couldn’t just let his father take him away! Turning away from Alya, she took off, shouting after him, “Adrien! Stay!”

All the feelings she had attempted to bury deep inside quickly rose back up. She loved him, she loved him, she loved him, and this time she would not let him run away from her. There just had to be something she could do!

“I already lost Chat Noir, I can’t lose Adrien too,” Marinette spoke to both of the kwamis in her purse quickly, pulling out her phone to call him only to watch it die before she could even press the button. With a strangled shout, she caught sight of a bike leaning against the sidewalk and an idea struck her. She had to get to him. She just had too! With one quick tug, Marinette hopped onto the bicycle, shouting after Adrien’s car as the storm raged on around her.

There was a moment when she thought she was going to slip. A brief, terrifying moment where she thought all hope was lost and she’d never get the chance to tell him her feelings. Somehow, almost miraculously though, she regained her balance, using all of her extra strength as Ladybug to peddle after the car that seemed a million miles away.

“Adrien, please, wait!” Marinette screamed, praying he would be able to hear her against the roaring thunder. Sucking in a deep breath for courage, she lifted her hands up from the handlebars, waving quickly at the car in the hopes that the driver would see her.

All at once, the car came to an almost halting stop, almost making Marinette crash into the back of the vehicle. When Adrien came out, though, his forehead crinkling into an adorable, worried frown as he peered down at her, she knew that it was all worth it. Anything would be worth it for him.

He came towards her, arms outstretched like he wanted to reach for her, his frown deepening even more, “Marinette? What are you doing here? I need to get back to Paris. My father is waiting for me.”

“I...” she gasped in a harsh breath, panting for air, “I can’t... I needed to tell you...”

“What? Tell me what? Is something wrong?” Adrien came even closer to her and Marinette felt her cheeks pinken as she prepared to tell him what she’s been wanting to for years.

“You can’t go,” she shook her head roughly, hoping that she could avoid his dazzling gaze for just a little longer, “We need you to stay. I-I need you to stay.”

Adrien blinked at her, his head tilting to the side as he looked at her curiously, “Did something happen?”

“No... I just... I-I love you, Adrien,” Marinette clenched her eyes shut, spitting the words out in a rapid pace in a half-hearted hope that he wouldn’t be able to hear them, “A-and I needed to tell you this now, before we go. Before you go back to Paris with all your photoshoots and fencing lessons and I go back to all my designs and responsibilities. A-and, um, I knew if I didn’t do this now, I-I wouldn’t ever be able too.”

There was a long stretch of silence. A long beat where Marinette had hope. Hope that when her eyes fluttered open, Adrien would be standing there staring at her with a look of love and adoration in his eyes. His hand would reach for hers, squeezing it gently, “I-I love you too, Marinette. I always have,” he’d whisper to her.

When she opened her eyes, however, that wasn’t what she got. Adrien’s face had practically crumbled and her heart tumbled drastically in her chest. No, no, no! Please tell me I didn’t just ruin our friendship, Marinette thought desperately to herself, her lip quivering as Adrien slowly rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“O-oh, um, I had no idea,” he glanced away from her, gaze focused on the sidewalk instead of on her.

“Really?” she laughed loudly and awkwardly, cutting herself off before it could get any more uncomfortable, “I thought I was pretty obvious.”

“Not to me,” his gaze returned to hers. His emerald green eyes looking at her sadly. So, so sadly, “I actually thought that you liked Luka.”

Marinette bit down harshly on her lip, pushing down the sob that was threatening to break forth, “O-oh yeah?” Her voice broke a little and she cursed herself silently, already wishing that she could take back her confession.

“Mhm,” Adrien gave her a weak smile, shifting awkwardly on the sidewalk, “I um, well we were trying to keep it quiet actually, but uh, Kagami and I are dating now.”

A choked sob escaped her before she could stop it. She slapped a hand to her mouth, biting her tongue as even more tears billowed in her eyes. Adrien stepped closer to her, hand outstretched again as he looked at her worriedly. Swallowing down her pain and tears, she gave him a wobbly smile, “R-really? T-that’s great.”

“Yeah, listen Marinette, i-if I had known,” he took another step towards her, this time his hand presumably coming down to give her a friendly pat on the shoulder.

Marinette stepped back before he could touch her, though, arms coming up to wrap around herself protectively. She took in a shaky breath, looking away from him, “I-I think you should go now, Adrien. Your father’s waiting for you and I bet... I bet Kagami misses you.”

She heard him take another small step forward and she curled in on herself protectively, hugging herself tighter. Her gaze fixed resolutely on the building in front of her, not even glancing at the boy who had just torn her heart out. Adrien gave a quiet sigh before she heard him step away from her and walk back towards the car. Before he got in, Marinette thought she heard him whisper softly, “I’ll see you in Paris, Marinette.”

It was only after the car drove away and was a few metres away from her before she finally broke down. Marinette fell down onto the cold, wet sidewalk, not caring that the rain was seeping into her clothes. Sobs wracked her body, leaving her a heaping mess on the road. It was over. It was finally over. It all meant nothing to him. All the touches, the slow dances, the hugs, the smiles, the laughter. It was all useless. And of course she would lose both Chat Noir and Adrien on the same day. That was just her luck.

After a few more minutes of wallowing in rejection and pain, Marinette slowly stood up. She quickly checked around her but there were no signs of any akumas. Releasing a shaky, thankful breath, she swiped the heel of her hand against her eyes roughly, brushing away any last, remaining tears.

With a deep gulp of air, she turned around to pick up the bike that she had left lying in the middle of the road. She needed to get to her best friend. Needed to cry into Alya’s arms so that she could start the healing process. Carefully, she got onto the bike, hearing another crack of thunder as she did so. It was fitting, she thought. She fell in love with Adrien in the rain, it only made sense that she would fall out of love with him in it too.

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