#gah. sorry. it just frustrates me.
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literally the easiest way to make someone care about a character and make them feel well-rounded beyond basic traits like personality, sexuality, ethnicity, etc, is to give them an actual character arc, and it’s shocking how many people do not seem to fully realize this
you cannot just cram a bunch of tropes. tropes are not the main event, they are tools to tell the story you wish to tell. emotional impact comes from the lead up, so you can’t just jump ahead and expect the payoff to work. “I want this character to just ___ already!” but they’re not there yet. that’s where the arc comes in - how do they get there?
and! most importantly, and this is something I really want people to think about when writing - the most important relationship your character should have, always, is with the world and society around them. defining your character purely through their interactions with other characters are, I find, how a lot of female characters end up feeling flat or not engaging with the themes as much as the male characters, and also how queer and non-white characters wind up as devices for other characters’ development instead of being more fleshed out
#storyrambles#sorry maybe this comes across a bit passive-aggressive but agh fandom drives me crazy sometimes#I’ve seen some stuff concerning dbda and it’s just#‘why didn’t Edwin just sleep with the cat king’ oh my god. did you watch the show. his repression is literally the crux of his arc#‘I’m fixing the end of the show so that they end up together!’ but they’re not there yet. there’s nothing to fix?#‘they better ___ in season 2 or im gonna be mad about it’ how about we let the story play out. how about we calm down and enjoy the story.#‘I need ___ to kiss right now!!!’ do you even enjoy the story. do you even enjoy these characters.#what is their arc. tell me right now. because I don’t think you actually know.#and I’ve seen lots of posts kind of like this but it’s wild with this show in particular because it’s canonically a queer show#so there is no fear of being led along or of no payoff. what are you freaking out about???#gah. sorry. it just frustrates me.#the most interesting character dynamic will always be - to me anyways - the way they interact with the world around them#and the way society has shaped them and they shape society in turn#and relationships with other characters are reflections of the mentality they have received and adapted from society#just like in real life lol#random thoughts
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Me minding my business until I notice that the problem customers have walked in
(Gif by @thisgameissonintendo )
#tomorrow I’m wearing my noodle outfit at work so get ready for related Wonka posts sorry if you don’t go here#there’s this one couple who always ask me to take the tape off stuff and open boxes for them#and I try to explain that I can’t do that but they don’t speak much English so they get frustrated and insist#and I begrudgingly open the box a little to show that it’s all there and they’ll take it and I’m like yay#until later on when I find the OPEN BOX JUST LEFT THERE#STOP ASKING ME TO OPEN STUFF FOR YOU IF YOU NEVER BUY IT! GAH#there are other Problem Customers but that’s just retail#retail#retail problems#goodwill#wonka#wonka 2023#willy wonka
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realistically, who do you think would have the best dick game in teyvat? 👀
Easily have to give it to Zhongli.
Second place, begrudgingly, is Alhaitham
Third place, in a surprise move, Heizou
#—kaeyatic mailbox {📬}#I want to punch Alhaitham’s pretty face :( but he’s just#gah#I have such mixed emotions ebcause he FRUSTRATES me but he’s also very pretty#and like I like naps#and napping with him sounds nice#but he’s such a jackass#!/!:$:$:&:):$:&:#sorry for this rant
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maybe i shouldnt have. er. bought glasses but like i went for the cheapest option too so im mad as hell that i barely cut it w rent this month still -_-
#gritting my teeth. my job cut my work hours in half severely and i admit its kinda been shitty but gah. everyone got cut its not just me#a lot of ppl are really fucked over right now#BUT I NEED GLASSES!!!! AND GLASSES I WILL HAVE!!!! too much pressure on my good eye and my shitty eye's strugglin 2 do shit#but i do get paid this wednesday so i just need 2 like. clamp down on. uhm. i dont know. i get paid wedn so#thursday i go buy my meds then i pay the light bill and anything else remaining im holding on to as tight as possible. not an inch#i just need to get lightbill and meds and then clamp down#like i hate saying this but ig eating less. unsuree. i dont rlly eat breakfast anymore so maybe that works but jeez. that is stupid. fym#fym food costs money. shut up#sorry if this comes off as complaining im genuinely ok im more trying to rationalize everything#like its not doomsday yk. ig im just frustrated a little but i always find a workaround
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my ipad won’t charge bc the port is damaged and it’s SUPER expensive to replace it……………..i can’t draw or do anything else i usually do on my ipad…….screaming crying throwing up I CANT DO THIS!!!!!!!
#this is such a first world problem i’m so sorry#it’s literally fine#it’s just really frustrating bc i’ve been much more into digital art than usual lately#and it helps me de-stress#to just listen to music and draw on my ipad#and now i CANT#GAH#it’s like having an itch i can’t scratch#+ the money part of it is. very distressing#i am poor#and i do not have $500 to get this fixed#:(#maybetalkstoomuch
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𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀: Threesome w/ Spencer Reid [ft. Elle Greenaway]
a/n: OKAYYY this is my first time writing for elle so please have mercy on me!! this fic is unbelievably dirty and i disappeared into my hole a time or two before finishing it, so enjoy!
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She’s watching, she’s always watching.
Spencer’s eating you out with abandon with his eyes squeezed shut, though his naked lower half is grinding desperately against the hotel bed sheets below him.
You can’t find it within yourself to warn him, to tell him that Elle hadn’t given him permission to get himself off just yet.
You were only supposed to be exchanging ideas about the case together in her hotel room, but this… this is just something that the three of you do sometimes, but never, ever during a case.
You can tell that she was frustrated as she looked between you and the boy genius that screamed the need for control, because she didn’t like being clueless, didn’t like not being able to step in when she wanted. So, why not control the two people who are more than willing to have sex with each other?
One of Spencer’s long, veiny hands were intertwined with yours, the other two fingers deep and scraping against your g-spot.
“Mmf – gah!” You cried out, back arching.
“Spencer.” Elle says in warning, her eyes locked on where his hips are gyrating on the bed.
Spencer’s mouth disconnects from you, and he rests his cheek on the inside of your full thigh, huffing and desperately trying to take in air. His fingers don’t stop moving, but he squeezes his eyes closed in an attempt to stop him.
“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry. ‘M just so hard…” His words trail off into a whine and you take pity on him, threading your fingers through his hair in support.
Elle watches for a moment before it looks like she makes a decision.
“Get up. She’s gonna ride you.”
Your body heats up at the fact that she’s talking about you like you aren’t there, but Spencer is quick to slip out of your hold, the man being sweet enough to grip you by your hands to help rearrange both of your bodies until you’re sat on top of him.
You grip his cock, eager to sit down on him before Elle goes, “Stop.”
You freeze and throw a desperate eye over your shoulder.
She’s stripping herself out of her t-shirt and jeans, leaving behind her matching black lace set. If you didn’t know her any better, you would think that she planned this. That’s the thing about your dom, she was always such a wild card.
“I’m gonna guide you and set the pace, and if you go any faster than I told you two, you both aren’t cumming at all.”
Your eyes quickly find Spencer’s and the look that you send him is pleading, because you know how needy he gets when he’s wired up, and the both of you have been edged for the past hour; you were to be eaten out without orgasming, and that went the same for him.
“Yes, Mistress.” Was Spence’s breathless reply, and you sent him a small, thankful smile.
She clambers onto the bed, a beautifully manicured hand landing on your hand, the other gripping Spencer’s dick cruelly.
A loud whimper resonates around the room, and you trail your hands down his soft yet lean chest, a soothing gesture. She slowly lowers your body down onto him, his hardness breaching your entrance.
You can feel every pulsing vein and ridge as he finally bottoms out, a long moan forces its way from your throat. Elle trails her lips up the side of your neck, and her other hand holds your free hip now, both of them settled on you.
“How does it feel?” She murmurs into the shell of your ear, and you shiver. “Good…” You mewl, back arching, “So good.”
“You hear that, Spence? She thinks you feel good. What do you say?”
“Th…” He gulps. “Thank you.”
She hums. “Good boy.”
Elle lifts your hips up once more and you follow her, the drag slow and merciful and you cry out on when you’re dropped back down, the tip of Spencer’s cock jabbing at your g-spot.
Spencer’s strained moan resounds from below you, his teeth clenched and hands gripping at the fat of your waist, right above hers.
“Move your hips to meet me.” She commands, and he follows.
The pace is wonky at first before a steady rhythm is established. She’s basically making you ride him, and all you could do is take it, head falling forward.
“Mistress, can I kiss him please?” You whine, eyes locked and his.
“Mm.” She hums, teasing for a moment. “Sure.” When she says so, she pushes you down by your shoulder, so you and Spencer are chest-to-chest.
You lock lips, but she sets harder thrusts that steal your breath away, practically punching sounds out of the both of you as you whimper into each other's mouths.
“Are any of you close?” She questions.
You feel Spencer nod, dislodging your kissing. “Yes, yes! ‘M close.”
She calls your name, and you crane your neck the best as you can to look at her. “Are you close?”
“Yeah.” The words are small and meek but they’re there, and you’re falling so quickly into subspace that all you can do is trust her to get you where you need to be. “Rub her clit, Spence, and when she cums, then you can.”
He’s quick to move, reaching between your squished bodies to rub at your lower half, the woman never stopping the movement between the two of you.
With every jab at your g-spot mixed with his bony fingers rubbing at you, you feel that familiar tightening of your gut before you call out, “Cumming!” As your warning.
You rest your head on Spencer’s shoulder as Elle assists the genius with reaching his end with your pussy. You hear a loud, pornographic moan resound throughout the room combined with the sound of wet slapping, before your insides feel warm with his release.
You all stop and pause, both of your chests rising and falling with exertion.
“You guys did so well.” Elle praises, dragging her hand down your spine. “Are you okay?” She asks. “Mhm.” The two of you hum.
“What about you?” Spencer rumbles from below you. “I’m fine.” She waves away his question.
“This was enough.”
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𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 1: 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏
pairing(s): aeon/swiss words: 656
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He’s barely visible under the fuzzy gray blanket that’s pulled around his body. With his legs tucked up against his chest, fabric cocooned around him, he looks like a kit drowning in a terry cloth towel after a bath. Only Aeon’s round face, screwed up in concentration with the ends of his hoodie strings between his teeth, and knobby hands, plunking away at his new basic smartphone, are visible to Swiss.
In simple terms, he’s too cute to handle. Swiss’ fingers itch to grab and poke, squish the cuteness right out of him. Aeon grumbles something about the tiny keyboard, big pointed ear twitching as he stabs at the screen, and the multi ghoul cannot stand it for another second.
“Whatcha doin’, bug?” he calls from his chair opposite the couch.
Aeon chirps, peeking up from the screen. His hair sticks up on top when he lifts his head. “Hm?”
Swiss is going to scream. “I said ‘whatcha doin’’?”
“Well,” he spits out the hoodie strings, shifting a bit. “I’m trying to figure out this . . . texting thing. But Dew keeps sending me funny little faces after I accidentally send him random letters. The keys are so small, how do you do this?”
“You’ll get it, just takes some time. At least you have smaller thumbs.” Swiss wiggles both of his in Aeon’s direction. “That’ll help.”
Aeon huffs, corners of his mouth turning down, lower lip sticking out; he pouts. He’s pouting. Why must Copia always summon the adorable ones? And why can Swiss just never keep his hands off of them?
The frown remains in place even as Swiss hops out of his seat and sits down beside the newbie quint. Swiss shakes his head and chuckles. “Why’re you so damn cute?”
Aeon side-eyes him. Scoffs a little and rolls his eyes. “Cute?” he accuses.
“Have you seen yourself?”
“I mean, yeah, I look in the mirror everyday—”
“No,” Swiss laughs, “right now. With your blanket and your little phone and that pouty face.” The multi ghoul pokes him right in the cheek, emphasizing said frown.
“You make me sound like a child,” Aeon grumbles and flinches away, sticking his tongue out as he locks his phone and shoves it into the couch cushions. He pulls the blanket even tighter around himself. But there’s a smile tugging at his lips, even as he continues to side-eye Swiss.
Once again, he is going to scream. “You make me crazy,” he admits stupidly, shaking his head. “I just wanna,” he makes a vague grabby-hands motion, indicating his frustration, “ugh, I just wanna scrunch you up and put you in my pocket, baby.”
“Front pockets are preferable, please.” Aeon grins suddenly, showing off his fangs.
Swiss blinks. Momentarily stunned to silence—an incredibly rare feat for this ghoul.
“You little—” He springs into action, leaning close and poking his thick fingers everywhere: his neck, behind his ears, the dimples in his cheeks. Aeon squawks in protest, but that does nothing to stop the onslaught. He growls playfully and grabs his cheeks, squishing and smushing and squeezing.
“‘wiss,” the quint attempts to complain—keep it together, really—through pushed-together cheeks. “‘top, bhat’re you—”
“I’m sorry, but you’re too adorable to live,” Swiss explains. “Gotta stop you before you reach mach cuteness or everyone’ll die.” Aeon whines, removing his arms from the blanket to swat at him to no avail. Swiss is quick to release his cheeks, grabbing his wrists instead and pinning his arms to his chest.
“Gah, what the fu—” Swiss cuts him off with a cross between a snarl, a growl, and a weird noise a disgruntled-slash-scared cat would make, completely dramatic and unserious, diving in to his neck open-mouthed so he can graze his skin with the front of his teeth repeatedly with fake bites. Aeon can only toss his head back and giggle ferociously and against his will.
“Gonna eat you,” Swiss growls. “C’mere.”
“Why are you like this?!”
𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿
#mushy may 2024#crow writes#aeon ghoul#swiss ghoul#phantom ghoul#the band ghost#swiss/aeon#aeon/swiss#phantom/swiss#swiss/phantom#aeon x swiss#swiss x aeon#phantom x swiss#swiss x phantom#mushy may#ficlet
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SUNGHOON X FEMREADER
Never thought that you'll reach your limit with him.
Warnings: Oral penetration, Overstimulation, Backshots, Manhandling, Domination, Squ!rting, Fingering. Lot of wrong grammar (sorry not sorry)
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Sunghoon and I got in a big argument after knowing that he made a decision without my consent. I followed him inside our our house and we began shouting towards each other like the earlier argument was not enough for us.
“How many times do I have to repeat to you that it was just a small fucking contract!” He yelled at me while throwing his hand out. “But you still didn’t tell me! What if it cost your life? Your business?!” I yelled back "You're being dramatic!" He yelled to me, without thinking I pushed his body out of frustration that made him dumbfounded after my unaware action. “D-did you just-?” My eyes widened in shock after realizing what I just did. He made a hissed sound and clenched his jaw. “You’re going to regret it.” He spat on me. Oh fuck-
I cried out as my heart thumbs loudly on my chest while he kept thrusting his dick on my insides, hitting all my sweet spots that made my mind all white and blur. “F-fuck…y-you’re so…tight.” He groaned on my ear as he kept my legs open wide and close on my chest, folding me down in uncomfortable position but his member reached deep in my limit that made my eyes rolled back in my head. “Th- Gah.”
I choked out and try to let out some words. He slapped my face and gripped on my chin to pucker my lips open before spitting inside. “What a dumb fuck girlfriend I have here.” He chuckled above me while he brutally thrust inside me. He groaned from his chest and put his veiny hand around my neck. “Ahh…I can’t get enough of you, My love.” He gritted his teeth, adjusting himself until he hit me more deeper that made me scream out in pain and pure pleasure. Shakily lifting my hand up to hold on his shoulder while the bed creaks loudly under us because of his hard intense thrust. “F-fuck..Hoonie..s-slow down.” I breath out, choking on my breath and thrown my head back, feeling the unfamiliar sensation from my stomach. “C-coming…Fuck I’m coming.” I groaned as he continue to brutally ruin my spots. I shuddered, coming hard and squirted around his cock, on his abdomen that creates a sticky mess on our sweaty skin. “Fuck, that’s hot. Give me another one, love. Come on.” I screamed and gripped on the sheets harder as I cried out in oversensitivity. I started to feel myself again on the edge and squirted for a second time. “Ahh..fuck just like that.” He groaned, clearly enjoying the scene. “I c-can’t anymore….Tired.” I panted beneath him and tapped his shoulder but he didn’t stop his movements and instead, he pulled out and flipped me on my stomach that made me lay still. I could feel his body move closer behind me, pressing his weight on my back and put his lips close on the shell of my ear while caressing my body with his rough warm hands upwards to my chest, squeezing my breasts using the palm of his hand before thrusting back his dick inside me and I sobbed out in sensitivity. “Who told you we’re done? We still have a lot of time to say sorry to each other, hmm?” I hold my breath after hearing his words before he slammed my head down on the mattress and thrust in animalistic pace behind me, making my moans and cries muffle on the mattress, Drool kept falling from my lips while moaning his name like a mantra. “Ahh...I f-fucking l-love you..so much. I can't get enough of you.” He mutter between his breaths while he continue to ruin me until I’m out of breath..........
I feel drained (haha)
#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen x female reader#enhypen x you#park sunghoon#sunghoon#sunghoon x you#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon smut#enhypen smut#snunghoonimagines#enhypenff#enhypen story#sunghoon scenarios#Spotify
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who are you?
while you're on a date with your boyfriend, when a girl comes up claiming that she's his boyfriend. (requested!)
main three (separate) x gn!reader cw: fear of being cheated on/replaced for two, yn being called a whore + sleaze wc: 2046 for all
an: my first request!!!!!! >▿< i hope this suffices! also stan's is a lot more light hearted than kenny and kyle's huhu
🍀 k. broflovski (wc: 679)
You were out on a park date with Kyle. The two of you were propped up against a tree, with your body loosely leaning on his as well. You buried yourself further into him, your lips humming against his neck.
He seemed to find the action ticklish, brushing you off of his shoulder by gently holding your head up by the chin as if you were just as delicate as porcelain. He stared at you, and you could tell that it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of you.
“I love-” you whispered against his lips, right before being cut off by a foreign voice off in the distance.
“Who are you?” A random girl spat out right in front of you. Kyle immediately let go of your chin, both of you sharing a confused look before looking back at her.
Kyle was the first one to answer. “What do you mean?” He asked, turning his head at the girl.
“Huuhhhh!? You’re my boyfriend, duh! Why are you hanging out with… that?” She said. Immediately, your head whipped towards Kyle’s direction, eyes pleading to confirm or deny that what she said was true.
“Look,” he sighed, closing his eyes—an action you’ve come to familiarize yourself with whenever he got upset or angered. Hopefully, he hasn’t been lying to you, right? I mean, he does seem genuine, but…god. “I have no idea who you are or what you’re trying to do. Can you just leave us alone?”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, that’s exactly what a two-timing dick would say!”
“I think you’re looking for the wrong guy. I’m not whoever your boyfriend is.”
“Yes, you are! You’re,” she took a short pause. “...Brad.” She said with full conviction. It felt almost as if a thunderstorm swept itself off your shoulder. You released the biggest sigh you must’ve let out in your life. “And I can’t believe you’re cheating on me! With someone less hotter than me, not to mention.”
“Don’t you dare talk about my partner like that!” Now he snapped, pulling you close to him. “Just cut whatever the fuck you’re trying to do. You got the wrong name anyway!”
She stared at him in shock and disbelief, her jaw dropping on the floor. She turned around, probably to walk away now, but before she did, she leaned into you. “Watch out for that son of a bitch.” She said, walking away right after.
“I’m sorry,” he let out an exasperated sigh, holding your body up as he rested his head on your shoulder. “Gah, I feel so embarrassed.”
“Hey,” you cooed, patting his head. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I know, but I,” he mumbled, his frustration making him grip onto you a little tighter. “Agh, thank you.” He raised his head, smiling at you. “I hope you weren’t super worried or anything.”
“I kinda was…” You pouted. “It’s not your fault or anything! I know you're better than that. My mind just started jumping to conclusions faster than I could stop it. Sorry.”
“No, no,” he said, removing his hands wrapped around you to lift your head, making you make eye contact with him. “I understand.”
“Thank you, Kyle, especially for when you were defending me earlier.” You hummed, leaning into his touch.
“Thank you too, YN, for not storming out or anything.” He laughed. “You were about to say something earlier, right? Before that whole thing happened?”
Your mind snapped back to earlier, and you quickly nodded. “It was nothing.”
“No, I wanna hear it.” He smiled.
“Ah, well,” you nervously mumbled against his hand. “I just wanted to say I love you…” Your words came up more muffled than remotely discernable, to which Kyle found himself giggling.
“What?”
You raised your head from his hand, dragging your lips right next to Kyle’s—the same position you two were in a few moments ago. “I just wanted to say I love you.” You whispered, all breathy.
“I love you too.” He giggled, nudging his nose into yours as he briefly closed the gap.
🍁 k. mccormick (wc: 755)
Traveling through the streets with Kenny, your arms were intertwined—swinging as you two circled around the town. You two shared your headphones. The sun shone but hid within the cloud, so you two weren’t burning right now. If anything, the lush breeze of cold winds blew against you two and made everything cold for you.
Suddenly, something stopped the two of you dead in your tracks.
“Who are you?” A girl spoke up, making you two put your little walk on pause. “And what are you doing with my boyfriend?” Quickly, your head jolted towards Kenny’s, who gave you a look just as shocked as yours.
Now, your relationship with him was still awfully fresh. Before this, he often went from girl to girl. He never really was confirmed to have dated two people at once, but he was a heartthrob amongst most, nonetheless. You worried, like any other rational person. What if he was really two-timing you two?
You turned back to look at her, mumbling out a nervous “I don’t know?” You didn’t notice it at first, but you let go of his hand, your concerns quickly getting the better of you.
“Well, he is my boyfriend, and I think you’re just being used by him.” She said, pushing you off to the side as she hugged Kenny’s arms like a koala—who pushed her off of him immediately.
“Kenny, is this true?” You looked at him, maintaining a farther distance from him. You were worried, maybe a little insecure too. Those attributes were playing themselves to the maximum right now.
“God, of course not!” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and walking over to grab you by the sides of your arms. You flinched and took a few steps behind. “YN. I’d never do a thing like that. I understand you’re worried, given everything about me before, but I promise.”
“How can I be sure of that?” You looked worriedly at him, then back at the girl who had a smug grin on her face.
“Because I like you,” he breathed out. “I like you a whole lot.” He smiled at you, not daring to move any closer for fear it would make you uncomfortable. “And because I have no fuckin’ idea who this girl is.” For a split second, you felt like you could completely trust him again like he was being genuinely honest. For a split second, just his gaze cured you of all your worries.
The girl spoke up once more. “What? I’m your girlfriend!” Just like that, your fears snapped back as fast as they left. You stood there frozen, watching what Kenny would say next.
“Look, girl, I really don’t know who you are.” Kenny rolled his eyes, sighing as he rubbed the back of his neck to relieve some tension. “So unless you got some hard proof that we’ve hooked up before, like texts or pictures or somethin’, YN is my partner as far as I’m concerned.”
She scoffed in reply, but she remained silent. Seems like she was stirring up some trouble all for nothing then. “I… I don’t, but I can’t believe you’re sleeping around with some sleaze!”
He walked up to her, pressing his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Now, you don’t talk to my partner like that, yeah? You know as much about me as I know as much about you—which is none. Stop prying yourself here. It’s fucking embarrassing and you’re only humiliating yourself.” He turned her body away from his direction, giving her a little push. He pulled you and lead you into the opposite direction she was facing.
“Are you okay?” Kenny asked, wrapping his arm around you.
“Yeah, don’t worry,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry for that. I’d never do that to you, you know?” He cooed, playing with your hair with the arm around you.
“I know, I know, but that had me completely worried for a second—if I’m being honest and all.”
“I get why. I can’t say I blame you. I mean, I’d be as worried as you were if I were in the same position.” You found him resting his head on yours as well. “But, I just hope you know that ever since we got together, I’ve completely changed from that side of me. I really like you a lot, and I just can’t bare the thought of losing you because of something stupid like that.”
“Ken?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you, Kenny. I like you a lot too.”
🎸 s. marsh (wc: 612)
You and Stan were by a bar, mindlessly chatting as you two were mindlessly drinking. The atmosphere was crowded and busy. Though it would be overwhelming, especially adding onto the strong scents of alcohol and sweat, you’ve learned how to tune those things out as best as you could.
Stan was currently talking about what he and his best friend Kyle were up to earlier, you gazing deeply at him—forgetting to pay attention, even. “Yeah, and then Kyle was all angry all of a sudden. I get it, though, but like-”
A whiny, near-shrill voice caught both of your attention. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She sighed, taking a seat right next to him, hugging his arm.
Needless to say, Stan had a bothered look, pulling his arm away from her as he faced back to you, mouthing a ‘Who is she?’ at you. You shrugged.
To be honest, you were pretty sure that Stan hasn’t been seeing other people. I mean, he spent most of his time either with you, Kyle, or at work. He work alongside Kyle, and you trusted his friend, so you were sure you would’ve heard something already if he was doing something like that.
The girl behind scoffed. “Oh, my god! You’re so embarrassed. Why did you do that to me? Your girlfriend? Hellooooo?” She yelled amongst all the noise, waving a hand in front of his face.
Stan rolled his eyes, pinching his nose. “Dude, look,” he sighed, turning his direction towards her. “I only talk to, like, five people a day, max—and that includes my parents. I don’t know what your deal is, but I literally have no idea who you are.” He replied blankly but at the same volume.
“You’re only saying that because you're with some trashy whore you found on the street. You’re too nice to hurt her feelings.” She sneered, glaring at you deeply. You weren’t hurt by her comment, you were better than that, but you did find her really funny.
“Don’t say that. That’s my actual partner.” He shook his head, rubbing the sides of it to cool himself down. “We’ve been together for a year now. You’re just embarrassing yourself.”
“But I am your girlfriend!” She pouted, landing a fist on the table.
“Don’t think so.” He hummed nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink.
“You’re so annoying! I’m breaking up with you.”
“Wow. I’m so hurt.” He replied sarcastically, tapping his foot and resting his head on the palm of his hand as he waited for the exchange to be over.
“Ugh, don’t come crying saying you regret you did!” She cried, pushing him as she got out of the place, making a beeline towards the door underneath the luminous ‘exit’ sign.
“Uhuh, ‘kay. Buh-bye.” He said, double-checking if she was actually gone. A few moments after she was gone, you burst into a laugh. Stan rolled his eyes at first but found himself joining you as well—with him even ending up banging on the table.
“What exactly just was that?” You exhaled, catching a breath as you wiped away a tear from your laughs.
“No idea. Fuckin’ weak, though, babe,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face as he tucked the strands behind your ears. “You’re okay, though, right? I’m sure you are. I’m just checking up on you if-”
“Stan, I’m fine. I trust you.” You giggled, pressing a peck on his cheek. “Especially because you had the balls to admit that the only people you talk to, other than Kyle and me, are your parents.”
He groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Shut up. Oh, my god.”
#cocogrrrl's writing#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle broflovski x y/n#kyle broflovski x you#kyle x reader#kenny mccormick x reader#kenny mccormick x you#kenny mccormick x y/n#kenny mcormick x reader#stan marsh x y/n#stan marsh x you#stan marsh x reader#stan x reader#south park x reader#south park fanfiction
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okay okay actually i’m sorry i’m not done ranting
if you are caught up with the manga and think that the revolutionary army hasn’t “done anything” then maybe you should learn to read again because what in the fuck
like they have blockades across the world rn that are preventing food from getting into marijoa. the celestial dragons have been deprived of their normal foods and are reduced to eating cake (which is fucking hilarious btw). we have seen time and time again that they help countries over throw their leaders and help install new leaders who won’t steal their people’s funds for the celestial dragons. they are constantly freeing people, and doing what they can when they can. they freed slaves during the reverie, they stop pirate attacks on islands, they are CONSTANTLY doing stuff, it’s just that the main players HAVEN’T been able to do much because they’ve been waiting for their chief of staff to show back up after being MIA for like two weeks.
like holy shit!!!! tell me you can’t fucking read (or are only selectively reading) without telling me you can’t read!!!
if you don’t like dragon as a character because he didn’t raise luffy, that’s fine. but don’t sit there and go “uwu the RA suck and haven’t done anything and the straw hats are better than them!!!!!” because all that’s saying is that you can’t fucking read what’s in front of you!!!!!
sometimes i kinda feel bad when my posts start to spread because my block list is incredibly long and i will block people over the smallest things like calling dragon a deadbeat dad or complaining about how the RA doesn’t “”do anything”” (even when they have literally done so much like we have seen that they have helped so many countries what the FUCK are y’all even on about i s2g—)
but then i remember that im saving myself from future discourse down the line and feel a bit better 😎
#i am sorry this has been something that has been annoying me since i caught up to the manga last year and started being active in this#fandom. and am i being a lil mean? yeah. but also it’s such an exhausting take and it really does show that people are cherry picking what#they choose to retain from what they’re reading#and i get— i GET the frustration over dragon not doing anything or the RA not doing anything abt egghead but sometimes that’s just LIFE#sometimes you are incapable of predicting where the world needs you and can’t be everywhere at once#ugh. gah. okay sorry rant is over.#ange rambles#ange vents
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Strong Enough
Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader
18+ MDNI (y’all pls this is filthy)
- GIGGLING. KICKING MY FEET. i came back from spiderverse with JUST THIS MAN ON MY MIND. oscar isaac ur service is appreciated cause gah dayum.
- i had to write some super angsty smut abt him. i just had to, he’s so lana del rey vinylllll. i’m sorry if my spanish is crap (i had to use google translate bc my stupid ass took german instead of spanish in school- pls tell me if there were any mistakes. kiss kiss x)
warnings: dom!miguel, pnv, lotsa dirty talk (think i got carried away), angsty miguel, FANGS, sort of a soft end. AGGHH IM SO CRAZY ABOUT HIM WHAT THE FUCK.
enjoy bbygirls x
Miguel was furious as usual, his blood was beating like a drum with it, his mind buzzing akin to white noise. New anomalies, new foes but mostly a pesky kid who didn't know how to stay put and shut the fuck up- Miles Morales. He was seething- his eyes glowing a crimson hue violently assaulting against the hazel of his eyes. He looked like shit. Hell, he felt like shit. He was slipping, letting things get in the way, and he blamed you for it. Miguel doesn't slip. Miguel doesn't let things get in the way. Only until you came into his life and veered him off his intended course.
It was his hegemonic masculinity piping up like a hot breath down his neck. Miguel brought together the spider society- he was the solution to every problem, every anomaly, the answer to every spider. But he doesn't answer to himself. No, he didn't. You were the one that was overseeing Miguel's little society, hiding and checking in from time to time if the multiverse wasn't fucked up and every dimension was in a semi-stable state. Miguel was in control of the other spiders, he had to run his orders by you first even if you weren't at HQ half of the time. Being in a subservient position was exorbitantly and intensely frustrating and it made him highly hostile to anyone who talked to him.
You on the other hand had the jurisdiction to give him the authority- you gave him the damn idea, you were from his damn universe, but you couldn't deal with the politics and moral dilemmas that came with leading it. Also, you enjoyed toying with him. Fuck you found so much satisfaction in crawling through him, blowing at that over-inflated ego, those broad shoulders filled to the brim with hubris and pride. Hm, he was good at what he did though- actively scaring off anyone who dared speak against him. Except for Morales. You appreciated his pluck, it reminded you of yourself. Miguel was formidable but you understood why he needed to apprehend Morales- for some reason every time you were near the kid you started glitching out, it fucking hurt and messed with your brainwaves. You understood why he had to capture Miles but you didn't agree with how he was handling it. Miguel was sitting at his desk trying to figure out why this was happening and why this was happening to you but he came up empty. He didn't know what to think about it let alone do. It made him feel uneasy and he hated it. Cómo pedo solucionar esto? (How do I fix this?) kept looping throughout his head and it made him feel helpless and weak. Two words he would never associate with himself.
‘’Miguel.’’ Your voice echoed off the walls and shot straight to his ears, it was smoky and breathy.
"Y/N. Qué estás haciendo aquí? What do you want?’’ His usual low timbre makes your brows furrow involuntarily. ‘’Get out of the shadows.’’ He ordered and for once you listened to him, hopping on his platform behind him.
‘’Morales.’’ You stated deadpan knowing the reaction he was going to get, Miguel's eyes drastically narrowed and changed from a soft ambient scarlet to a scorching blood red. He turned his face a little to the side to glare at you.
"That kid touches anything in another dimension, I'll kill him myself.’’ He replied huskily. You weren't sure if you could trust his words. Yes, he was capable of it but you know deep down he wouldn't want to.
His moral compass strayed once, he won't let that happen again. Never.
"You wanna kill kids now? Is that how low we're going?'’
'We? There's we now?’’
You cocked your head at his question, your face remaining hard.
He stared at you in silent fury, of course he wouldn't want to resort to that but he had to do what he had to do. Miguel was surprised you didn't want to take him yourself considering he makes you glitch out. He hates you, God he hates you. But what happened to you...scared him. You'd been a part of this for so long, if anyone was going to hurt you it would be him- not anyone else. If anyone else did- Miguel dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.
Sometimes when he looked at you, he couldn't help but admire your callousness, your brutality yet your undying generosity to people who didn't deserve such a royalty. On the other hand, you were fucking gorgeous. He hated it. It was distracting. It was cruel. Though he couldn't help a little blip or mishap with his thought process- he was still a man after all. Miguel wondered what was under that suit. Wondered what you would like with nothing on at all. Wondered if you would still talk back with that snotty little attitude if you were choking on his dick instead. Though he wouldn't trust you not to bite his dick off in the process. Would you like his fangs? Would you like his claws? He shouldn’t be thinking such a thing.
‘’I should ask you the same question since he affects your stability también.’’ He replied calmly, slightly shocking you. ‘’No matter, I'll stop it. Alone.’’ He growled as he stepped off the platform, tired of entertaining this conversation with you. ‘’You've done enough damage as it is, now I have to fix it.’’
‘’I caused this damage? You realize how fucking stupid you sound. You control the spiders, I let you make orders.’’ You strike a harsh tone as you jolted in front of him to stop his path. Shit, he towered above you, all broad shoulders and disheveled hair. Although he undermined you like this, you wouldn't mind it in other situations...but at work, he was quite literally a piece of work and it made your blood boil. You both knew, you both could feel the palpable hatred swinging and beating again. ‘’And alone? I don't trust you not to kill him, Miguel.’’ You scowled, your eyes wide and piercing through him, halting him in his tracks. The gaze shared between you both was impenetrable, scorching, a battle against wills.
‘’I can't let you.’’ He shot back with a frown and grating red eyes.
‘’While I watch helplessly from the sidelines? I don’t think so. ’’ You challenged him white cold.
‘’I'm asking you, don't let me make you.’’ He gritted through clenched teeth, his fangs lightly protruding.
He was trying to scare you, it wasn't working.
‘’What is this to you? Playtime? To prove you're the strongest, to create fear wherever you go?’’ You pleaded with him orotund, inviting a yelling match to prove you weren't going down easy on this occasion.
You let Miguel do whatever he damn pleased like this was his own hunting grounds- but you won't let him lose his sanity.
‘’What? No.’’He replied shocked and confused at your presumed reasons why he was doing this. He just had to. He couldn't tell you the deep-rooted reason.
He didn't want to admit it.
Fuck, he couldn't admit it.
What kind of man would that make him?
What kind of leader? What kind of example would he be?
‘’Then what is it-?’’ He was trying to walk away from you but you snaggled onto his suit and brought him back to face you. ‘’Tell me.’’ You ordered stiffly.
‘’I have to do this alone.’’ His voice faltered a little and he was afraid that you might have heard it, that he gave you a glaring view of how quickly he was slipping through the cracks- how weak you've made him, how weak he was becoming.
‘’Why? Why do you need to, Miguel?!’’ You were almost yelling at him and no one other than you would get the privilege of living if they did that.
‘’Stop it.’’ He grunted like a wild animal.
"Then what-? What is it?’’ Your eyes searched for his as he was avoiding looking at your face, terrified that it would be written all over it. His heart was pounding.
‘’I'm not-‘’
‘’Not what?’’ You implored, pushing him further and further to the edge.
‘’I'm not strong enough.’’
‘'Strong enough? Oh yeah, and going after a kid will make you stronger.’’ You chided, eyes stiff cold, and judgemental.
‘’Yes, fuck. I-. No!’’ Miguel raked an exasperated hand through his hair, his palm was twitching and his talons were ready to come out. If only he could make you understand without telling you- but you were insatiable, a tick under his skin. Ready for another fucking fight.
Your eyebrows wilted as you said the words, so unbelievably paralyzed by his gall, his hubris, his never-ending need to prove he's the strongest, that he could do all of this. You knew he fucking could. ‘’That's what this is, some sort of bench press exercise for you? Some sort of work-out?!’’ Miguel grabbed you by the arms and his talons pinched at your skin through his suit, like he was trying to shake some sense into you.
‘’I can't lose you again!’’ He yelled at you, his face merely inches away from yours.
Your mouth popped open at his frazzled admission of honesty, his glowing red eyes faded as he stared at you, hoping for an answer he was sure you wouldn't give him. Miguel's harsh expression was lost with the wind when he hung his head to avoid that fucking look in your eyes. The one that made all the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders all the more fucking heavier, his hands raked down your arms as if he was soothing himself, and his breath became heavier as he closed his eyes to process the words he uttered. You glitching out every time Miles was near you is not an option he was willing to entertain: it was his job to worry about anomalies and canon events but on this occasion- he didn't. And he was admitting that to you.
It's not the fact that he's dangerous or an anomaly. It's because of you.
What kind of selfish would that make him?
Last time that happened he lost everything.
He would never make the same mistake again.
But look at him now.
Making the same mistake.
‘’I can't lose you. No otra vez....I'm not str-I'm not strong enough.’’ His head hung low as if the weight of the universe was saving him from completely falling apart.
You sighed in a mix of relief and pity. This is what it was all about? Pobre cosa (poor thing). Your eyes were wide with a magnetic pulse and your body was radiating a mesmeric need. He felt it. Your hands flew to his chest and slowly meandered to his broad shoulders, he was panting in exhaustion and regret but your fingers went to his chin and jutted it upwards so your longing stare could meet his. It was a scorching look between two tired and exhausted people. Miguel was working himself so hard and you just wanted to make him forget about it, just once.
‘’Miguel…’’
‘’Ahora me he dado cuenta de que no puedo hacer nada de esto sin ti.’’ (I've now come to realize that I can't do any of this without you). Miguel's eyes flitted to your lips, his voice low and husky...needy. ‘’But I'm a selfish man... y te necesito.’’ (and I need you). Your face looked blank, it's obvious you didn't understand a word he was saying. ‘’Whatever, you wouldn't understand what I'm saying anyway.’’ Miguel dismissed you as he let go of your embrace and attempted to head out.
Before he could move away too far, you exposed your wrist and webbed him, dragging him back to you. His eyes glinted with a surprise yet they were dark with need and arrogance. Miguel was in front of you and your pussy started throbbing. His senses went into overdrive and he couldn't hold back his will to not touch you anymore.
‘'He entendido cada palabra que me has dicho.’’ (I've understood every word you've ever said to me.)
He gripped your face and kissed you hard, it was furious and mean, and he tasted dangerous- just as you expected, just as you had been silently begging him to. Lord, you were sure you'd regret this but right now your body was alive. Miguel's massive hands pulled at your hair to open your mouth wider
'’Miguel...féllame, por favor.’’ (fuck me, please) you uttered breathlessly, his mouth traveling from your bottom lip, chin, and then neck. His lips then went to breathe raggedly in your ear.
‘’You've understood everything I've ever said under my breath about you?’’ He murmured, imploring you to make him understand. He thought he had the privilege of saying things secretly as no one understood his Spanish but him, so he could say things he didn't want to keep inside without anyone else knowing. But you pulled the rug out from under him, you've been fooling him. He hated it. The number of times he's mumbled how much he wanted you under his breath- fuck.
‘’Mhm.’’ You moaned as his hands flew to your hips and slammed you down on his desk with no finesse, planting himself between your soft thighs. ‘’I thought you would've caught me earlier than this chico.’’ You teased- the thought made him angry. His talons seeped out of his skin and ripped at your suit, exposing the bare skin of your waist.
‘’Y me he dado cuenta de lo mojada que te pones cuando estás cerca de mí.’’ (And I've noticed how wet you get when you're near me) The filthy words rolled off of his tongue like velvet. ‘’Don't think you have the upper hand here sweetheart.’’
‘’Even when I want you to fuck me, you still have to fucking argue with me.’’ You growled as your hands burrowed into his long raven hair
‘’Oh, but you like it this way.’’ He smirked in your ear, the cadence of his voice reducing your knees to that of fucking jelly.
"How do you know what I like? You never asked.’’ You flirted back, treading on dangerous waters with the man that is known for having paper-thin patience.
‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ Miguel clawed at your waist and then spun you around so the tops of your thighs were. digging into the translucent glass of his desk. All of a sudden, he placed his large palm just below your neck and shoved you flat onto the desk just with brute force. You were sure you were about to start salivating.
‘’Oh, mierda.’’ He breathed raggedly, his wandering hands ripping at your suit. ‘’Beautiful, dangerous, deadly. Pretending as if you're better than me... like you're not capable of killing.’’ He ripped at your suit some more, exposing more of your skin. Your breath trembled in anticipation as he bent down to whisper hotly in your ear, your ass already feeling his strong- oh. Shit. ‘’You drive my fucking crazy, you know that?’’ He ripped your suit until it was nothing but scraps. You were naked and desperate under him.
‘’Me vuelves loco.’’ (You make me insane).
‘’Stop fucking talking and just take me, Miguel.’’ You whined desperately as your cheek pressed coldly against the glass, your hair splaying all over your shoulders like a waterfall.
‘’Abre la boca.’’ (Open your mouth) He growled like an animal but you were too concerned with your wobbly legs and fraying patience, you replied with a stunned silence, almost jittering like a fool. A frown contorted on Miguel's perfect face, scrunching up his chiseled, picturesque features. His right hand gripped your hair pulling you up to him, his left hand brushed against your lips until he fully force-plunged two fingers in your mouth- saliva coating his fingers as you gagged and choked. Oh, he couldn't wait to get you on your knees- the thought provoked some visceral reaction within him.
‘’'That's it, good girl.’’ He grumbled the affirmation and it sent sparks shooting throughout your body.
Miguel rarely ever praised or complimented so this....fuck. ...this was different, you felt so damn special to him. The ever-so-broody Miguel O'Hara calling you a 'good girl' made an unstoppable moan rip through your throat. ‘’Oh, so you like to be loud? Seems like you can't shut up when you're getting fucked too.’’ He insulted adding insult to injury which just made you sweat.
‘’Is the venom from your fangs rushing straight to your head, Miguel? Or did you not hear what I said?’’ You spat with a distinct sharpness that he'd come to expect from you, he was glad to see he hadn't scared the personality out of you which he had the tendency to do to every single person he met. However, one thing he absolutely couldn't tolerate was backtalking- which you had a tendency to get away with most times but he thought this was the perfect situation to reinstate his rules. Miguel tugged on your hair again like his own personal leash.
‘’Puede que quiera joderte ahora mismo, pero no pienses ni por un segundo que no te haré sufrir en el proceso.’’ (I may want to fuck the shit out of you right now but don't think for a second that I won't make you suffer in the process) His voice was aggressive and heady and you were stiff with arousal, your pussy was aching for him.
‘’Por favor Miguel.’’ You begged softly and it made his gaze narrow and his fangs spike out of his gums.
At times like this, he was glad he had a suit that would come on and off as he pleased- right now he was sweating with need and he was thankful he was able to quickly rid of his suit. Miguel didn't think he would be this hard, but then again you did always have a knack for surprising him when he least expected it. His large palm smacked at your ass and he was happy to see a large indent of the outline he made. Like he had a claim on you.
‘’Miguel!’’ You whined like a bitch in heat.
He didn't listen to your plead, he didn't even tease you into it first, his rigid dick just slipped into your soaking wet heat and he'd never felt this pleasure...ever. You were seriously about to cry. He wanted you to. Your pussy molded around his dick, and you were afraid he wasn't even going to fit- but Miguel always finds a way. He felt so...fucking good. The dull ache inside of your stomach was twisting into a fit of knots and butterflies, he quite literally pulsated inside of you
"Tan apretado cariño.’’ (So tight sweetheart) Miguel's chest rumbled alongside his dirty words. Fucking hell, it was like you were vacuum sealed to his dick. He started rutting into you with abandon, without mercy.
You felt so good. He was so.. good...at this, as much as you hated to admit it. He kept pawing at your body, his talons creating the animalistic tension that much heavier between you.
‘’Mi vida...’’ He purred in your ear, going harder and faster with every pained moan that ripped through your throat like it was an incentive for him to keep going.
‘’So perfect for me. Squeezing me so well...Mierda.’’
‘’You want me?’’ You teased innocently as you twisted your head to look at him through doe eyes. His eyes were roaring red as his grip on your hips seeped into your skin harder.
‘’You know I do.’’ Miguel gritted through clenched teeth, baring his fangs. The sight just made you wetter. ‘’Let me show you how much.’’ He bent down and it felt like he was going to snap you in half, you were so close to reaching your peak. To add insult to injury, he bit down on the skin of your bare shoulder blade and blood dripped from his fangs when he pulled away- your moan in response was that of perfection. Fuck it hurt but it felt amazing.
‘’It's okay, mi vida, come for me. I won't tell.’’ Miguel cooed, showing a tender side to him as he kissed down your shoulder blade to your back. You obeyed his command and came onto him- violently, so fucking hard. A guttural groan rumbled from his chest and your honeyed pants brought him back to life- a cause and effect. He fucked you through your orgasm and allowed himself the privilege of finishing inside you.
Miguel pulled out of you, leaking against the back of your thigh in the process. The scene was filthy, completely obscene and you never thought this would actually happen. ‘’Stay still princesa.’’ He commanded and you actually listened to him. The pressure of Miguel's body left you exposed as your ears pricked up to hear a rustle of draws and a clattering of things behind you. You turned your head around and his hologram suit was back on, it hugged him so fucking tightly your knees were starting to shake again.
You felt his presence again as you felt a cloth clean up the leaks down your thighs. ‘’Muchas gracias, Miguel.’’ Smartass. You flirted and he just smirked back at you, helping you stand up straight and face him when he got you cleaned up. You gazed up at him, quite chipper if you were being completely honest. Maybe a good hard fucking from his was all you needed to straighten you out. His eyes were still greedy as they raked up and down your naked body.
‘’As much as I prefer you like this...here.’’ A hologram covered you and your suit was back on, fine lines and all- well, that's easier than what you have to go through every day to get it sitting nicely.
You gazed at the scraps of your suit that were on the floor. Jesus Christ, he fucked like an animal.
"Nice to know chivalry isn't dead.' You tiptoed so you could get closer to his face and kissed his cheek. ‘’Thanks for the fuck, Miguel. Also by the way, I'm still not letting you kill that kid.’’ You patted his shoulder sarcastically- toying with him even further. You just walked away from him and his platform, you left him in a stunned silence and a blank expression, he scoffed breathlessly as he turned around to see you saunter away so damn confidently.
‘’Princesa no tan rapida.’’ (Not so fast princess) He replied back with a broken half smile. He suddenly exposed his wrist and a web flew to your waist and he instantaneously pulled you back in front of him. The breathless expression on your face was something that needed to be showcased in galleries.
‘’Can't lose me again? Object permanence is a thing you know torombolo.’’ You joked and his brows furrowed slightly in response, his arms wrapped tightly around you.
‘’Don't joke about that mi vida.’’ Miguel's face had a sheen of concern and it made your stomach twist into butterflies. ‘’You could die.’’ His voice came across as more stern than intended but you didn't back away like anyone else would do- you accepted him for who he was.
‘’Oh, Miguel...Please, we'll figure it out. But that kid you're after is probably scared and alone- just like you were, just like I was and I don't want that to swallow him.’’
‘’But every time-‘’ You pressed your pointer finger to stop his lips from moving.
"Shush. I've always trusted you, Miguel, now I don't even think there's a point in me being your higher-up. If we work together, you don't have to be afraid.’’ You caressed his face tenderly and he got lost in the softness of your words and your ever so guileless eyes.
‘’Okay?’’ Miguel turned his head to kiss at your palm as an affirmation.
‘’Okay.’’
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Almost Friendzoned
Pairing: Haruka Tenoh x fem!Reader
Genre: comedy, romance, friendzone no more, a bit of romance with Motoki.
Summary: Haruka gets jealous when Y/n seems to have a good conversation with Motoki in the arcade.
WARNING: friendzoning, jealousy, and violence(?).
A/N: YAY! Another re-write. Just trying to rewrite all the stories I could remember because my dummy self didn't write it down on another platform to save it!
"Haruka, ever heard of a mountain's ear?" The woman sighs, laser-focused on the arcade car racing game that she was in. "No, Y/n. I know what you're trying to do. I'm gonna win this race and you're going to get me another snack for when I do." Y/n scoffs. "Yeahhhh— no. Just because you've been on a winning streak, doesn't mean you get to push your lu—"
Next thing the girl knew, Haruka had passed the finish line in first place. The racer turned to Y/n and smirked victoriously. "It's not luck. It's talent. Go get me a snack. And the next round, you're getting me a soda." The loser of the bet groaned and leaned away from the chair. "Man. I should really stop making bets with you..."
Haruka chuckles and taps the girl's cheek with her fingers. "Don't worry, I'll make sure your pockets are dry." Y/n clicked hee tongue in annoyance, her cheeks developing a small blush due to the affection she had received from her friend. "I should be saying that to you."
Y/n finally started walking to the snack machine. She lets out an exasperated sigh and inserts money into the machine. She makes a selection and waits for the machine to drop it.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, she hums in confusion and clicks the button again. "Are you kidding me?" She mutters in slight frustration and shakes the machine. "Ugh. Why, why, why..." She starts to aggressively shake the machine.
"Woah woah hey..." Y/n immediately stops and turns around to the voice and sees Motoki. "Oh. Hi, Motoki. How was your day?" She asks as if she did not assault the machien. He chuckles lightly, smiling widely at her. "Pretty good. Having trouble?" He points behind her.
She chuckles nervously. "Aha— yep." He smirks a bit. "Allow me." He steps towards it, making her step away so he could do whatever.
"What was your choice?"
"C3..."
He bangs the top of the machine and it finally works, dropping it. Y/n could mentally feel her jaw drop to the floor. It wasn't out of amazement but in shock since she was so aggressive with it but all it took was a bang to the top.
Motoki grabs the snack from the bottom and hands it to her. "Here ya go." He said in a pleasant tone. "Thanks..." She grabs the snack.
He gives her his best cute, cheeky smile and nods. "Of course. Hey, how are you doing? It's been a while since you've came to the arcade!" He leans on the Machine, crossing his arms. "Yeah— I've just been busy. I got a new part-time job so..." He gave her a look of surprise. "Oh really? What kind of job?" He leans in a bit closer in interest.
"It's nothing. Just a concessions attendant."
"That's cool. You should've just come here. We'd gladly give you a role here. Better yet, we could play some games together."
"Well I will look into that—"
She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turns and sees Haruka with an unreadable expression. "Let's go." Before Y/n could say anything, the woman had already pulled her away to the door.
"Oh my— SEE YA, MOTOKI!" Motoki's puzzled expression he had on before turned into a happy expression when Y/n had said her goodbyes to him. He waved back to her until she was out of sight.
"GAH— Haruka! Can you calm down? I'm not a car and neither are you!" The woman finally stops, making Y/n run into her back. She falls to the ground and on her bottom.
"Ow." Y/n mumbled. Haruka chuckled and helped her up. "Y/n, there's something I need to tell you." She said, awfully close to her. "It better be sorry..." The girl jokingly added, making both of them giggle.
"I'm just... gonna be straight about this. I love you." Y/n looks up at her. She knew exactly what the gorgeous woman said but decided to play dumb to tease her.
"Of course! I love you too. You're my best friend." Haruka deadpanned. "I— no. I mean— I love love you. I am in love with you." Y/n smirks. "That's not straight at all."
The secretly-desperate woman blinked at her reply, making Y/n laugh. "Of course I love love you too." Haruka lets out a breath that she didn't know she was holding and hugged her.
"You scared me..." She mumbled, burying her face in her neck. "Yeah... Were you jealous?" Haruka blushes in embarrassment. "Uhh... kind of...?" Y/n pats her cheek. "How cute..."
#fanfic#comedy#sailor moon#sailor uranus#sailor moon crystal#sailor moon crystal x reader#sailor moon x reader#sailor uranus x reader#haruka tenoh#haruka tenoh x reader#romance#female reader
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I swear no one does Higuchi justice like c’mon I’m BEGGING to be her cute wife that cooks for her whenever she comes from the Mafia. The chokehold she has on me is just *mwah* she’d be so sweet
also love your tachihara fanfiction it’s my dinner everyday <3
<never been crazy abt higuchi but writing for her just,,, it did smth ok- GAH HOW IS THERE NOT A SINGLE FIC OUT THERE FOR HER?? also you're so sweet ill be sure to feed u properly huheeheheh... thank you for your service to the tachi community btw, all the best w your writing n future fics ^w^ >
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higuchi ichiyo x wife! reader
warnings: i attempt fluff again ; this is so short idk why, apologies my liege ; this is fiction bc there's no way i could cook smth and not poison my wife/ burn the house down in the process ,,, ; tw bath!! (/j it's all just fluff) ; l e s b i a n s ; love language is phys touch deal with it ; itty bitty cursing ; lowercase intended ; NOT proofread
you knew not to panic in such situations. waking up to disheveled sheets that had turned frigid, indicating that ichiyo had been gone too long. you allowed yourself to sleep in, given that you had the day off and decided you'd just lounge around, take a break and plan something nice for your lover in the meantime.
a stress-free period, but all you felt was anxiety when you dialed her number and got sent straight to voicemail repeatedly. this time, you decided you might as well actually leave a message when the line rang for too long.
"'chiyo, honey, call me back when you get this. just wanna make sure everything's okay, alright? I miss you already, love y-"
"who the hell is this?"
you'd been anticipating the automated voice so much that it barely registered that you didn't actually hear it this time, and a quick glance at the screen confirmed that you really were on call with someone on the other end of the line. the voice was raspy, definitely not hers, so you echoed back the question.
"um, who are you?" you challenged with a hand on your hip that they couldn't see.
except, instead of a response, you heard some distant voices on the other line, one rather hyper as it babbled something you interpreted as 'akutagawa-senpai!'. a few noises ensued along a brief chaos you couldn't see, and suddenly the phone was put back to someone's ear as they panted. you could recognize that heavy breathing anywhere.
"hey, hey, 'chiyo, what's going on?" you spoke softly, hoping she was alright and not trying to scare her.
she stuttered nervously. "sorry, I'm so sorry, I must've dropped my phone somewhere and akutagawa-senpai picked it up and-"
"woah, was that the akutagawa you're always talking about?" you couldn't believe it; after being with her for so long, you'd only ever heard stories about the people with whom she worked. you agreed that the kind of place where she operated was dangerous and it was better not to get yourself involved, so she kept you separated from everything she did. you appreciated the thought, but sometimes you felt a little frustrated that you couldn't meet the people in her life— you didn't even think they were aware ichiyo was married.
a tired sigh confirmed your theory. "look, [_____], I'll call you back when-"
"higuchi, who is that?"
akutagawa seemed to be speaking again, and quite frankly you didn't like his tone. if you were on speaker, you'd set him straight but for now you just listened to ichiyo ramble a response while not actually answering the question. he sounded tired of the bullshit and eventually the line was cut off harshly. something told you that you won't be able to call this number anymore.
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music played on the speaker as you hummed, tray of baked goods getting pulled out of the oven by your gloved mitten. the smell filled out the rather small place you shared with both your wife and sister-in-law, but the latter was out for the week on some kind of trip and left you all alone. you'd gotten used to ichiyo's erratic lifestyle, sometimes disappearing during the day and barely making it home at night. she sounded exhausted when she did arrive, so you didn't mind taking care of the little things.
proud of yourself, you put the assorted goods in various plates and left them on the table, waiting for her to come home. you couldn't call her, obviously, since it appears her boss had pulverized the device out of rage. you'd be worried if not for the fact that, based on her stories, it seemed this was a regular occurrence and she didn't mind it. you'd feel jealous of the man if it weren't for the fact that she fawned over you much harder in all the days you'd known her. she knows what she wants and does everything to get it, you'll give her that. by nature, ichiyo was incredibly caring and it was difficult to hold that against her
something was in your hands as you lounged on the couch, passing the time: a book, your phone, anything to keep your mind occupied. the sun had set and you were getting impatient, as nighttime meant she was going to be out until the early hours and might even come home with a particular scent on her clothing that resembled blood and death. how a person so sweet, so feeling could get into this kind of business was beyond you, much less how she could last thing long. she once told you that the only reason she could keep her mind this long was coming home to your soft kisses and pampering.
a clicking of the front lock and the creaking that ensued signaled that you were about to do that once more, and you strolled over to the entrance with an excited smile.
"welcome home, 'chiyo, how wa-" you caught yourself off when you saw a splatter of crimson along her cheek. your lips tugged downwards into a frown as a reflex, and you sighed gently once you saw her expression. she seemed so conflicted, not about whatever crime she'd done but about making you worry so quickly. "hey, hey, it's okay, c'mere."
with that, you pulled her into your embrace and set a kiss on her hair. it still smelled like that shampoo you'd bought her, a subtle vanilla and chamomile that reminded you of her. her entire body slumped into your strong arms, and she let you drag her across the house, shedding her shoes, meticulously pulling the elastic out of her hair to let her messy bun fall into a bob, then helping her out of her unbuttoned jacket. you pulled her body into yours as you laid down on the couch again, but this time with her head shoved into your chest, which was one of her favourite things to do.
"wanna talk about it?" you asked, dumbly, one of your regular antics. of course she wanted to talk about it; she did an awful job keeping things to herself anyways.
so, you listened carefully while she recounted stories with fake names to keep you protected and vague details in certain places, specific in others. she didn't seem hungry, so you just skipped the food for now and dragged her to your bedroom. you were about to throw her pajamas and get her to change so you could just lay down in bed for the evening, but the burgundy was darkening on patches on her arm and you couldn't help but stare at it.
"—so akutawaga-senpai showed up and I felt a little stupid but he-" you interrupted her by grabbing her shoulders and giving her a little shake.
"honey, can we clean off... that..." you danced around the topic, but she knew exactly what you meant when your eyes kept darting to certain areas of her skin. she nodded and you gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "I'll run the bath and we can scrub it off. keep going, I'm listening."
she continued speaking as you did exactly that and eventually both of you were stripped and laying down in the tub. she was sitting in between your legs, with her back resting on your chest and head leaning back to rest on your shoulder. you traced her body, rubbing into certain patches until her skin was back to its beautiful glow. the warmth of both her and the water was too comforting, and you stayed longer than needed, your fingertips turning raisin-like in protest. despite this, you leaned down to kiss her up and down her neck while you gently massaged her flesh from her thighs to her hips, her stomach to her breasts. if she wasn't so tired that she eventually ran out of steam and stopped talking just to revel in your embrace, you might've handled her a little differently. yet, at this moment the only desire you had was to pamper her.
"ichiyo..." you breathed out slowly, lips grazing her ear while you kissed her again and spread out your fingers over her stomach. "mmmmn... 'missed you... i love you s'much..."
god, you would break her if you kept this up. so long together that you finally managed to put a ring on it yet she still fangirled over you like you were her high school crush. even as you pulled yourselves out of the sanctuary of steam and warmth in order to actually eat, she blushed every time you left a quick peck on her cheek or rubbed noses while chuckling softly.
she fell asleep in your arms, with her leg on top of you pulling you close like her very own plushie. it was hard not to smile at her once she began snoring and murmuring something about akutagawa during her slumber.
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hand in hand, you snuggled up in big jackets in the middle of the night to fend off the frigid breeze. holding onto your fingers wasn't enough, and ichiyo was fully clinging onto your bicep as you walked with her in the empty streets of yokohoma.
"this s-sounded so m-much more fun when w-we were inside... warm... by the f-fireplace.." her teeth chattered and she pulled herself closer into you.
"you were the one who suggested getting something from the café," you retorted with a chuckle, opposite hand brought up to tuck her hair behind her ear that was starting to turn pink from the cold. you rubbed your thumb along her cheek which was going through something similar, then sighed with a cloud of hot breath. "alright, honey we'll head in. i think there's another one on this street, we can just stay there and warm up before we go back, mkay?"
she would feel a bit ashamed about being so demanding if you hadn't pulled her in tighter and looked at her so lovingly. she had such an impossible time never believing she was capable enough at the mafia, and that discomfort disappeared as soon as you whispered sweet nothings into her ear and made her feel like everything was alright.
you turned your bodies together, door jingling as you stepped inside and the air blowing down from the heater hitting you. you realized that she was right, it was too damn cold outside, as soon as you felt the contrast of the inside. you turned towards your lover with a quick look to see if her body was as relieved as yours, but she was staring at something intensely on the horizon, like she'd seen a ghost.
you followed her gaze, and it fell on a man with tuffs of white in his hair standing next to a woman, slightly shorter but with noticeably long stands of black veiling the sides of her face.
"do you know them?" you whispered, and she jumped a little. part of her wanted to drag you outside, but she couldn't lie to you or keep things no matter how much her common sense told her to.
"that's... they're..." she was struggling to say something, anything, but you noticed she was letting herself get flustered. in these kinds of situations, you liked to interrupt her with a kiss to bring her back to earth from her constantly overreacting mind.
she pulled away before your lips could touch.
she'd never done that before.
you knew better, that this was probably a question of her not wanting the pda right now or maybe it had something to do with the duo standing over there waiting for their drinks, but it hurt nonetheless when you saw her squint her eyes shut and shake her head.
"that's akutagawa," she whispered as an explanation, and you felt simultaneously irritated and relieved, the former due to the fact that it confirmed that she hadn't told her boss that she was in a relationship, much less married. you understood why but it didn't sting any less.
"who's the girl?" you followed up, trying not to think about it too deeply. "is that.. uh... gin?"
she nodded meekly, and it was impossible to stay mad for long when she was so cute. you slid your hand around her waist, turning her around so that her back was to the pair and they wouldn't recognize her while she spoke to you. your voice dropped so low she could barely hear it. "should we get out of here so they don't see us? I'm not that cold, I can wait outside if it makes you more comfortable, honey."
how could she ask you to do something like that when your words were so caring, so honest? she took a deep breath and shook her head once more. in one impossibly fast motion you found yourself on the other end of the shop, standing in front of the man.
"akutagawa-senpai!" ichiyo exclaimed just a bit too loudly for this time of the day and the serenity of the empty café. she bowed her head down, speaking incredibly quickly. "I don't mean to interrupt your evening but it's come to my attention that you don't know that I'm married and this is my wife her name is [_____] and she's wonderful and-"
"'chiyo, he won't be able to understand what you're saying," you laughed softly, cutting her off as you placed your hand on her back reassuringly before addressing her boss with a respectful nod. "it's nice to finally meet you, akutagawa-san. I've heard a lot about you."
he barely bothered to acknowledge you, but the slight twitch in the spot that should've housed his eyebrows signaled that he was shocked. your smile grew wider when you looked to his sister who was sporting the same look. you pulled ichiyo against you from her hip as if to prove that she was indeed yours, and spoke slowly to explain snippets of the current situation. gin listened carefully without a word while the man tried his very best to seem completely uninterested.
as much as you wanted to learn everything there was to know about ichiyo's other side, eventually his drink was ready and he barely excused himself as he walked out. you watched him do so, and gin nodded to you and said something about how nice it was to make your acquaintance in a meek voice before quickly following him out. you waved, and noticed akutagawa watching you do so warmly before burying his face in his coat and scampering off.
"well," you giggled, turning back towards ichiyo, "that wasn't so bad. she's cute and he's an ass, but I trust your judgement in people."
you could practically see stars in her eyes; she rambled to you the entire walk home - during which she didn't complain about the cold a single time and was nearly bouncing off the sidewalk - about how much he clearly loved you based on his expression (apparently the fact that he didn't try to kill you on the spot was a sure sign of his support). she was so excited she even suggested bringing you with her to the port mafia tomorrow, but you stopped her and told her to slow down for just one second. you loved that she was so passionate about her emotions, but you wanted to talk and think this through before you did anything.
for tonight, though, you let her radiate with happiness as she jumped on top of you, making the mattress creak while she climbed up to sit on your lap and curl her fingers around the fabric of your shirt. your hands on her hips, she sat down with her knees bent on either side of you like a frog and leaned so you were chest-to-chest. she tickled your skin to draw out soft giggles while she peppered you with kisses, littering you with her best efforts to repay just a fraction of what you did for her. you rubbed her thighs in long, loving motions and brought her up so she was sitting on your hips instead. you wanted her closer, and she was happy to oblige as she kissed your lips.
"[_____]," she said, smiling into you, "I'm so lucky..."
you cut her off with a press upwards and a firm grip. "shhh, don't say anything. I love you, you love me and that's all we need."
she murmured your name that night in her sleep instead of akutagawa's.
#so funny writing this after prev ask but wtv i can let myself be domesticated for her#higuchi bsd#higuchi ichiyo#bsd higuchi#bsd x reader#bsd x reader fluff#higuchi x reader#higuchi ichiyo x reader#ichiyo higuchi#bsd#bungou stray dogs#im unwell for them
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the insufferable american urge to constantly draw a line between "good, normal, safe, clean American things" and "bad, strange, dangerous, dirty Foreign things" that positions America as a country uniquely safer and more civilised than all other nation, as a result of centuries of white supremacist and colonial rhetoric.
why are we not allowed to acknowledge that australia has more wildlife that will kill you than any other continent like. there’s nothing wrong with that or the fact that the wildlife is different in other continents you aussie centric freak
this is an insane ask. kys
#sorry dcorn i know this doesnt really add much u pretty much said it all already#but its like GAH these people frustrate me so much i literally just have to say something even if its already been said one billion times#yanks! KILL YOURSELVES!
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Heyyyyy could you do a fix with Remus that has some sort of connection to the song snap out of it by arctic monkeys? Tyyy
gah!!! this one >>>>>
enjoy bestie <3 sorry it’s so late
𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐈𝐭 | 𝐑.𝐋
summary: Remus writes a song for The Marauders based off his jealousy and worry for you and your toxic boyfriend.
warnings: jealousy, angst to fluff, toxic relationship (not with Remus). fighting and a black eye. lmk if I missed anything! not proofread :/
pairing: rockstar!remus lupin x fem!reader
I heard that you fell in love, or near enough…I gotta tell you the truth, yeah…
Remus sang into the microphone, strumming his guitar. The other marauders watched him play, as this was the new song Remus wanted to present to them. Immediately, Sirius knew who it was about. You.
I wanna grab both of your shoulders and shake, baby. Snap out of it.
You were in a relationship with a very toxic man. He was controlling and easily jealous. He didn’t like that you were friends with the Marauders and was threatened by how Remus felt about you. Although you denied your boyfriend’s accusations because you were oblivious.
Remus finished the song and the other marauders seemed to enjoy it. Sirius liked it too but pulled Remus aside.
“Isn’t that, I don’t know, a little obvious mate?” He asked the sandy haired boy. Remus shrugged, “What do you mean?” He acted clueless.
Sirius sighed, “I know you wrote the song about Y/n,” he said. “I’m fine with it, but I just hope you know the can of worms you’re opening,” he warned.
This frustrated Remus, he finally got his feelings out on paper and Sirius was warning him about repercussions. “It’s fine, Padfoot. Okay?” He said it more like a statement than a question.
Sirius just nodded, playing with his drum sticks as he walked away.
A week later, the band recorded the song and released it. They played it at numerous concerts, each one you attended.
You sang along to song, as it was your new favorite one. Albeit you didn’t know who it was about, your boyfriend did. One night after a gig, Remus was smoking a cigarette in the back alleyway. You were at the bar with Lily and Marlene, discussing the Marauders newest single. Your boyfriend was no where to he seen and it concerned you, as he always made it a point to be by your side.
If you were being honest, you also felt a bit relieved. You hated when he hovered. Little to your knowledge, you boyfriend had cornered Remus in the alley way.
“Oi! Lupin!” He yelled. “I know that new song is about my girl,” your boyfriend shouted angrily.
Remus had a temper but it was rarely used, as he not easy to bother. But this made his teeth grit together. He dropped his smoke and stepped on it, before facing your boyfriend.
“Listen, you need to back off,” Remus defended. “I’m not going to steal Y/n from you. You won alright,” he said.
“I still don’t appreciate the way you’re looking at her. Why can’t you just cut ties with her?” He pushed Remus.
Remus backed away, getting more angry. “I’m her best friend! I’m not just going to drop her. I love her.” He pushed your boyfriend back.
With that, you boyfriend punched Remus in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Stepping outside for a cigarette yourself, you witnessed the entire encounter. You rushed over to Remus and went to his aid.
“Oh my god! Remus are you alright?” You asked, cupping his cheek. You turned to your boyfriend, “What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked angrily.
He got in your face, as Remus stood up from the ground. “He’s in love with you. That new song that you and your friends love so much is about you. He doesn’t want you with me!” He argued.
“Yeah well, right now I don’t want you with me. How dare you punch my best friend. God your a terrible person!” You yelled just as angry.
“We’re over,” you added. You boyfriend didn’t like that. “What?” He asked, walking towards you.
Remus crossed in front of you, “You heard her. It’s over”, he said, then returning the favor and punching him. Your boyfriend was knocked to the floor. Remus took your hand and led you away into the crowed bar.
After walking into the bar, you led him to the back and into the restroom. “Here, you’re bleeding,” you said, wetting a paper towel and placing it on his cheek.
He winced and you felt horrible that he was in pain.
“I’m sorry,” he said, looking into your eyes. Whenever he looked into your eyes, Remus felt like he was looking into your soul.
You stared back and old feelings began to flood. When you two were in school, you had the biggest crush on the sandy haired boy. But once you graduated you thought you needed to get over him, because there was no way he would like you back.
Little did you know, Remus was hopelessly in love with you. He wrote ‘Snap Out of It’ for you and for a reason.
You sighed, “no it’s my fault. If i never would have dated that asshole, you wouldn’t have a black eye,” you said, wiping away some blood.
“I’ll be okay. I’m glad you broke up with him,” Remus admitted, with a shy smile.
You blushed, “I am too. I guess your song worked. I snapped out of it,” you teased cheekily.
This made Remus laugh and then you laughed. Both looking into each others eyes, you captured eachother in a small kiss. It was knew and unfamiliar, the best of first kissed. His arms slid around you waist, protectively and needlessly.
As your kiss grew passionate, the drummer of The Marauders, Sirius Black walked into the restroom.
Stunned and shocked at first, he then laughed under his breath. “Well I guess the song worked,” he grinned.
#remus lupin#remus lupin x reader#remus angst#remus lupin headcanon#young remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x fem!reader#remus lupin x reader fluff#remus x you#remus being remus#rockstar!remus#marauders band au#drummer!sirius black#sirius black#james potter#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#all the young dudes#anything for our moony#marauders x you#protective remus#angst to fluff#harry potter
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Eternally Mine, Chapter 33
On Thursday evening, Loki went to answer the door and was surprised to find it was Chris. He was looking a little bit antsy.
‘Oh, hey. What’s up?’ Loki asked.
‘Hey, bro… Ah, not much. Was just passing by and thought I’d see if you were busy or not.’ Chris said casually and shoved his hands into his pockets.
Loki raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Just passing by?’
Chris nodded. ‘Yep. So, what you up to?’ He took his hands out of his pocket and folded his arms over his chest.
‘Claire!’ Loki called over his shoulder.
Claire made her way through. ‘What’s up? Hey Chris.’ She waved to him.
‘My brother is acting weird and I don’t know why.’ Loki hummed.
Claire looked at Chris and pondered for a moment, then she grinned. ‘Let me guess. The night before you get to spend the weekend with your soulmate, and a planned first time feeding… You’re restless, don’t know what to do with yourself?’ She asked knowingly.
Chris rubbed the back of his head and nodded sheepishly. ‘Yeah… I’m kind of worried I do something stupid.’
‘Why don’t you two go out for some drinks? You could probably do with some brotherly bonding time.’ Claire suggested.
Loki looked down at Claire and raised an eyebrow. ‘You think?’
‘It’s not like we had plans anyway.’ She shrugged.
Loki looked at Chris, who had a hopeful look on his face.
‘Yeah, alright then. You’re buying though.’ Loki said as he grabbed his jacket.
‘Deal.’ Chris chuckled.
‘Are you sure you don’t mind, love?’ Loki asked Claire after stealing a kiss from her.
‘Of course not. Bat and I will enjoy a girls night in. Get some peace for a change.’ She teased and stuck her tongue out at him. ‘Right Bat?’ She glanced to the side.
Bat flicked her tail a few times and meowed in response, then purred loudly before sauntering off into the living room.
‘See?’ Claire giggled.
Loki pouted and kissed Claire again, cheekily squeezing her ass, too. Then he headed out with Chris to the local pub.
Claire went to chill with Bat, who was waiting for her on the sofa. She put on a film and Bat made herself comfortable on her lap, purring happily. She took her phone out of her pocket to message Louise.
C: Hey, sis. Our vampys are away out for a few beers. Chris is a bit antsy, waiting for tomorrow. ;)
L: He was on the phone with me not too long ago. I’m just as antsy I think!
C: I guess it has been a few days since he’s even seen you. Never mind what you two have planned for this ‘date’.
L: Yeah he said he misses me, and that if I change my mind even at the last minute it’s fine. That he still can’t wait to just see me again. Gah, I can’t wait. I’m a little bit nervous about the biting, but more so because I don’t want to mess it up for him.
C: Aww you won’t. Just be yourself and have fun with him. He’s not going to just pounce on you as soon as you walk in the door. It’ll happen naturally, when the time is right.
L: I wouldn’t mind if he did just pounce on me.
C: LOU!
L: Just saying.
C: You’re going to feel a whole lot more ‘frustrated’ when he does bite you… so prepare for that.
L: Shit. I didn’t even think of that!
C: And he will be able to smell you if you do get excited, you know.
Claire got a little worried as there was no response after a few minutes.
C: Lou???
L: Sorry. Just picking myself up off the floor… So, if I’d been a little bit… over excited before… he will have known?
C: Yeah. Sorry to break it to you.
L: I think I need to go dig myself a hole now.
C: Hahaha, don’t worry. He will be flattered that he’s already gotten you flustered.
L: Yeah, I think he does kinda like that sort of thing, huh? He seems to enjoy making me blush constantly as it is!
C: Are you nervous at all about going round to his place? What made you decide his place instead of yours?
L: He has a games room! Need I say more? I NEED to see it.
C: Of course he does. Are you sure it’s a games room and not a ‘play’ room? Wouldn’t surprise me if he had some sort of kinky dungeon of sorts.
L: I’m sure. Though I wouldn’t mind if it was a kinky dungeon either…
C: God Lou, you really are getting horny for him!
L: Can’t help it. It’s his fault for being so hot.
C: So… you’re not nervous then?
L: Not at all over going to his place. I’m kinda surprised at myself, actually. I didn’t know if he wanted me for the whole weekend or not though, had to ask him and felt really awkward. He said he’d love for me to stay through to Monday, but if I didn’t want to, I didn’t have to. Though as long as he’s able to make sure I’m happy and safe for a while after the feeding, at least. I love the thought of spending the whole weekend with him, though. I really can’t wait. Just the biting part I’m nervous about messing up!
C: You will be fine with the biting part. It’s so hot, honestly. Plus, it feels good, too. I mean, there is a bit of pain, but it’s an exciting kind of pain. Hard to explain, but I know you’ll enjoy it. The only thing, is once he starts, he will NOT be able to stop. Even if the house was on fire around you, it’s very unlikely he’d stop until he’s had his fill. So as soon as he sinks his teeth into you, the whole consent thing goes out of the window… Even now with Loki, if I cut my finger or something he goes feral and HAS to taste my blood. No matter what we are doing or where we are.
L: I figured that would be the case. It makes sense, they are vampires at the end of the day with strong instincts. Especially over blood. I’ll be prepared for it.
C: Good! Otherwise, I know Chris will look after you before, during and after. You’re his soulmate after all, his human.
L: I love being his human.
C: I know, you tell me that enough!
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‘I’m surprised you came to me, I thought you’d have gone to Toshi and Severus or something first.’ Loki said casually as he took a drink of his beer.
‘They’re not home.’ Chris said without thinking.
Loki paused and slowly turned his head towards his brother. ‘Oh gee thanks, bro. So I was last choice?’ He scoffed.
‘No, no. I went to see if they were in first, on my way to you. I thought we could’ve all went out. But they weren’t in.’ Chris said quickly, glad that Loki relaxed and seemed happy with his quick excuse. ‘Anyway, this has worked out better. Claire was right, we need some brother time.’
‘True… It’s not often Claire is wrong.’ Loki laughed. ‘Just don’t tell her I admitted that out loud.’
‘It will be our little secret.’ Chris promised.
‘So, desperate for tomorrow night, huh?’ Loki smirked.
‘Like nothing before.’ Chris groaned and ran a hand through his hair. ‘I just hope I don’t mess up and hurt her. Or scare her.’
‘If you were going to scare her, you would’ve done it by now. And how many times do we need to tell you, your instincts won’t let you hurt her.’
‘I know… I know.’
‘Although, best to tell her that it will be near on impossible for you to stop once you start. If she changed her mind at the last minute, when her blood is already on your lips she will need to just hold on for the ride until you’ve had your fill.’ Loki warned him.
‘Yeah, I will go through all of that with her. I’ve been thinking about getting her to give me a safe-word, so if she really, really, needs me to stop I can try my hardest to.’ Chris said, hopeful.
‘Even with a safe word… I’d be surprised if it would be possible to stop.’ Loki said as he waved the bar man down to get them both another round.
‘That’s what is worrying me. What if she wants me to stop but I can’t, then it breaks her trust in me completely?’ Chris looked at the bar man. ‘And a couple of shots of your strongest vodka.’ He said to the bar man.
Loki raised an eyebrow at his brother, but accepted the shot nonetheless. At least he wouldn’t be as affected with the alcohol like Claire was, he should still make it into work tomorrow.
‘You need to relax more. She knows the risks, just remind her before hand that once you start, that’s it. If you give her the endorphins though, she won’t want it to stop.’ Loki assured him.
‘I hope so. I want it to be special for her, too.’ Chris sighed.
‘Stop fretting on it. Just enjoy being with her and when the time is right, it’ll happen.’ Loki patted him on the back. He ordered more shots. Cause he figured Chris really needed it.
‘She’s putting a lot of trust into me coming to my home, for the whole weekend. It’d really kill me if I broke that trust.’
‘I know… but that won’t happen. I’m certain of it. She adores you and Claire is always telling me how happy Louise is now, how much she feels safe with you.’
‘Really?’
‘Really. Claire says that you’re all Louise talks about, that it’s getting annoying.’ Loki smirked.
Chris grinned widely. ‘Well, I am a pretty impressive guy, so who can blame her.’ He said smugly, making Loki roll his eyes.
There was the Chris that Loki knew. Though Loki did enjoy seeing the more vulnerable side of his brother. The softer side, that he really did care and have a heart, especially for his soulmate.
-
It was after midnight when Loki and Chris decided to call it a night, since they did have work the next morning after all.
They went their own way outside the pub, and Loki was just a few houses down when he heard a low cry for help down one of the alleys. He could smell fear in the air.
Slowly making his way down, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, as typically the streetlight down that alley was out, he spotted a large figure looming over a smaller one next to a skip. He could see clearly in the dark now his eyes had adjusted, and what he saw made his stomach drop.
It was a young woman, getting sexually assaulted by a man. She was crying for help but the man kept covering her mouth as he tugged and tore at her clothing.
Loki stormed towards them, he planned to haul the man off the poor girl, send him on his way with a punch to the face and then escort her to safety.
Although, as he took large strides towards them, he found his fangs emerging of their own accord and his eyes began glowing red. His adrenaline spiked as he zoned in on the man’s heartbeat, hearing it pumping the blood through his veins….
The girl’s eyes widened even more as she saw red eyes approaching fast from over the man’s shoulder. She let out a blood curdling scream as Loki pounced on the man, tearing him away from the girl.
The man looked horrified when he was turned to face Loki. Loki slammed him against the wall next to the girl, who took that opportunity to run for her life while sobbing.
Loki didn’t take a second glance at the girl, just eyed up the man who began begging and pleading for his life, which all fell on deaf ears as Loki snarled and dove in for his neck.
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