#gender neutral fanfic

[m2ok]

Ooooohhh König with a shorter s/o that keeps stealing his shirts

-🐝

ugheirgerigu height difference holds my heart <333. Also, I’m working on your other requests right now <33

König With a Short S/O

König x Reader

A/N: i just made these headcannons, because i felt i could do that better than a fic. I felt like a fic would be too short ( even though this is also short-). Male reader is intended, but could be read as Gender Neutral

He’s used to being taller than everyone, so you being shorter than him is not a surprise at all. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love it though, and he absolutely exploits it. He puts things higher on shelves just so you have to ask him to get it for you. He also for sure does that thing where he leans down to your level so that he can hear you better.

Now, i know big boy has social anxiety, but i don’t think he’s as timid as everyone makes him out to be. I say this because I think he would just pull you onto his lap whenever he could, he likes how grounding it is to have your body weight on his. Also side note but those thighs?? So very strong.

He does not go easier on you when you’re sparring as he thinks that would be a disservice to you and your capabilities. Of course he’s not going to do something that would seriously hurt you, but you will be thrown around and your height will be used against you.

Scary dog privileges, obviously. Someone not taking you seriously because of your stature? He’s just standing behind you, staring the person down until they comply. From then on that person doesn’t hesitate when told to do something.

He likes to hide you behind him when talking to people because he thinks its funny when you just pop out and scare the shit out of whoever he’s talking to.

Picks you up constantly. Especially when you’re about to get into a fight, like he’d just grab you under your arms and carry you away before punches can be thrown. A mission is going south? He’s throwing you over his shoulder before you can even think of continuing said mission.

Okay now onto the clothing stealing. He cant even try to hide how much he likes it when you were his clothes. They’re just so long on you and it’s obvious who’s clothes you’re wearing. Especially loves it when you walk around base in one of his hoodies, because then everyone gets a little reminder who you’re dating.

First time you stole his shirt he was a giggling little mess, he was covering his already masked face with his hands because of how hard he was blushing.

I think whenever he’d want to see you in his clothes he would just hold out whatever article it is and wait for you to take it and put it on. As soon as you did he would insist on spending the rest of the night cuddling. He just always wants to hug you :(((((

Overall he gets very cuddly when you’re wearing his stuff. It’s like cuteness aggression, and I think he would legitimately give you little love bites because he simply cannot handle it.

As always, requests are open

[kyrviu]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞

prompt: realizing they’ve fallen for you

⭒pairings: wanderer, kazuha, tighnari, and xiao x gn! reader.

⭒genre: fluff

⭒warnings: none!

⭒authors note: happy new year! long time no see, I took a week off right after finals because I desperately needed it lmao uni kicked my ass this semester. now that I'm back the requests are open! not to mention that I’ll be working on 3 fics after this one. in the meantime, please enjoy ♡

wanderer

“i simply can't stop thinking about them, it's driving me crazy”.

when you're not looking, he can't help but sneak glances at you. his eyes move to every little detail about you, from your eyes to your smile to the way your hair moves in the wind. he could sit for hours sitting and admire you.

your heart starts to race as you feel his eyes on you. you contemplate his apparent interest in you. 'why is he staring at me' you think to yourself. you switch your attention to him and prepare to ask him if anything is wrong. to prevent you from catching him, he will quickly retaliate by turning his head away. however, you could still see redness edging its way up his cheeks and ears. 

everyone is aware that the wanderer rarely laughs or smiles. he maintains a constant, strong, and mysterious demeanor. the wanderer's mystery can be traced to the fact that he has encountered more pain and sorrows in life than other people.

however, he occasionally lets his strong exterior slip when he is alone. he would unwind and occasionally he talks about his adventures with you and things he saw along the way halfway through the conversation he even grins in your direction.

then it hits him…

the wanderer is in love with you.

kazuha

"hold my hand"

everyone around you knows you two belong to each other, It almost seems too nice to be true how well attuned you are to one another. You are permanently attached to his side, otherwise, he would start looking for you. He can't stand to be apart from you even for a second.

however, if only kazuha would realize.

if only kazuha would realize that friends don’t play flirtatiously with each other. There are moments when it goes on for too long and you can't know if it's a joke or not anymore, making you both stutter and shyly look away from one another, hoping your hearts would calm down.

if only he’d realize that friends don’t feel sparks around them whenever one of you touches the other accidentally. Whether it’s a quick graze or when he holds your hand longer than usual while walking around.

without a doubt, friends do not compose haikus and poems about one another. whenever he wrote a haiku about you or about something special you witnessed together, he would always read to you quietly as you were curled up by his side

Why hasn't he noticed that what we do is more than simply friends? you keep wondering. It's quite frustrating not to know where you guys stand anymore since the lines are so blurred. As soon as you notice him moving towards you while smiling gently at the sight of you, all of your thoughts immediately scatter away. you would rather stay like this than ruin everything you guys have with one another.

Little did you know he’s secretly loved you all along.

tighnari

“ don’t overwork yourself for my sake (y/n)”.

even though tighnari is a researcher & a forest ranger words and communication aren’t his best forte especially when he’s around you. to him it’s the little gestures he does for you that speak louder than any form of words would.

always has your best interests in mind. He always makes you a cup of coffee whenever you are helping him with his research, working through the night.

tighnari would ask if you were all right when he notices that you started rubbing your eyes from exhaustion.

However, despite the coffee, you still managed to fall asleep in the midst of all of your papers and research that piled up at your desk. tighnari smiles as he makes his way over to you and drapes a blanket over your sleeping body.

watching how peaceful and comfortable you seem to be sleeping. smiling softly, he leans down and whispers into your ears. “sweet dreams, my love”. you are unsure if you heard him clearly or not due to how worn out you are, thus you decide to disregard it for now.

one thing for sure is you both are obliviously pinning for one another.

xiao

"i wanna show you something".

it takes place during the lantern rite, similar to the wanderer, xiao would steal looks your way to admire how the lantern illuminated your face and cast a soft glow into your eyes. as the two of you were walking around you can feel the air filled with the spirit of the festival and the enthusiasm of those around you.

little kids are seen rushing around with lanterns. you also notice that many of your friends are gathered in smaller groups to enjoy the festivities. when they wave at you and xiao, you smile to yourself the joy on their faces rubs off on you making you wave back eagerly. 

since practically everyone attending the lantern rite is either accompanied by people who are close to them or couples, there is still tension in the air between the two of you. however, as much as xiao means to you. you and him are just friends, right?

you both attempt to avoid crowds as much as you can, therefore xiao suggests a location that not many people are aware of. He whispers softly, "you can see everything from up here”. It was a location on top of a mountain next to large buildings where you could view the entirety of liyue harbor, the mountains in the distance, and the sea shimmering from all of the lights that decorate the sky. 

perhaps its the atmosphere of the festivities, or maybe it's the reality that he is by himself with you, or maybe the awe on your face as you take in the scenery is all he needs to see to know he loves you.

[yuckie-obsessive]

Did You Miss Me?

Remembered ADWM when Dark says, “Did you miss me? I missed you- very much.” And now I wanna make a drabble on it.

Maybe a little variation on what happens in ADWM. Thinking of making a new HC where he can’t touch you unless you give him permission or initiate it first. Of course he can ask for it or give vague gestures in hopes you will accept him.

Darkiplier x Reader (gender neutral)

Set up: essentially the same intro as ADWM, but a little more intimate. Sfw only tho

~★~

You had become extremely disoriented from the rough switch in atmosphere. The ringing that echoed within your mind was not helping either. Your date was no where to be found and neither was the stage.

“Hello, darling.” A disembodied voice greeted. Then a monochrome figure appeared in front of you, though it was difficult to keep eyes on him when he was surrounded by blue and red doubles.

He straightened at your distress and the visual glitching subsided slightly.

He cleared his throat, “I missed you, dear. It’s been quite some time wouldn’t you say?” He took a step forward, extending a hand, only for you to take a step back in confusion. He clenched his hand and let it fall.

“My apologies, this must seem rather forward. Though I must admit,” his jaw clenched, “I’ve grown tired of this perpetual game we’ve been forced to play.”

He straightened his already perfect suit and sighed, “It doesn’t matter… surely you must be aware of this cycle by now?”

You had felt rather caught off by the consistent, repetitive actions you had been forced to perform. You slowly nodded.

“Then let me further enlighten you,” he waved his hand to summon different visions of your adventure so far, even things that have yet to occur. “You must understand this was all his plan (y/n). I have simply disrupted this game, if only momentarily.”

“How did you-“

“This isn’t our first encounter. We have met many times in the past.” His expression shifted, but returned so quickly that you thought you imagined it. “It was brought to my attention that he decided to drag you along once again. A shame he continuously removes your memories of his games… our little meetings. Manipulating the plot to suit his needs,” his sudden harsh tone and odd shattered reflection startled you. He took a breath so steady himself and moved closer, now towering over you. “I can take you from this wretched cycle… to show you what we had together,” once again, he offered his hand.

“Please, (y/n)…” His voice grew strained, “Let me in... Let me be everything you need,” his head tilted to whisper softly into your ear. Dangerously close yet still refraining from contact.

You looked to his hand and cautiously moved to take it, but hesitated.

“I promise you this, your every need will be met. Your heart’s desires fulfilled… Let me protect you now where I couldn’t before. Let me amend my mistakes…”

You felt a great sadness from his words. Letting your naive trust get the better of you, your hand lightly accepted his.

The moment your hands connected, he rushed to embrace you causing you to gasp. He buried his face into your neck, reciting apologies and promises of loyalty. The air grew lighter, and for the first time since you could ever remember, you felt lucid.

He removed himself and held your shoulders. His smile filled you with warmth.

“Let’s catch up, old friend.”

[gigisafeplace]

Overblot!Yuu. Just OB!Yuu brainrot

Let's say this is after chapter 7 and Malleus already overbloted so he doesn't have that much control over his magic as he did before.

Cause if he did OB!Yuu would be out almost immediately.

The way OB!yuu overblots is because they're constantly under so much stress (we all knew that tho).

They're constantly in a state where they're zoned out which is why they almost never talk and constantly helping others 'cause they want to distract themself.

That's why they don't cut off the people that have wronged them multiple times.

The reason they stay in NRC is because something's always going on and they don't have to think about their situation.

So when they're left alone for too long they start thinking.

OB!Yuu finally grasps the horrible reality of their situation when they're in Ramshackle all by themselves.

When OB!Yuu overblots they look like a mix between a circus performer and the ringleader of a circus.

Their weapon's a whip.

The blot monster behind them resembles The Horned King from "The Black Cauldron".

OB!Yuu has a vast army under them, which includes the troll-like Creeper, the hunters of Annuvin, the draconic Gwythaints, and, obviously, the Cauldron Born.

OB!Yuu would have increased strength and be able to teleport.

OB!Yuu is really cruel to all the boys (Just look at clips of The Horned King but imagine that but also with verbal abuse).

Especially Grim and Adeuce.

They practically put OB!Yuu through hell since their first day in NRC.

Since OB!Yuu doesn't have magic the blot would suck on their life force until they die.

If/when OB!Yuu is finally defeated everyone is tired and in shock.

They never knew OB!Yuu hated them so much! If at all.

Although the constant complains about the head mage and wanting to go home made sense. They had had been in Twisted Wonderland for almost a year now after all.

When OB!Yuu wakes up people try being nicer to them, especially Grim, but OB!Yuu ignores them and is openly distasteful to all of them (maybe besides Jack and Trey).

OB!Yuu skips classes to look in the library for ways home since Crowley obviously isn't doing it.

They also sleep in the library and completely stop feeding Grim since they know the boys will take care of him (plus I'm pretty sure the Mc almost never eats since they're always buying tuna for Grim).

When they can't find anything in NRC they reach out to RSA who are happy to help.

Making OB!Yuu permanently leave NRC.

RSA very quicly finds OB!Yuu a home 'cause there are simaler spells. And after finding OB!Yuu a way home they thank RSA, probably crying, and leave.

When the boys at NRC decide to finally get OB!Yuu they discover theyre gone and sadness ensues.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Dating Max Dennison and being related to The Sanderson Sisters would include...

1993

•You met Max in class because he sits next to you.

•He smiled at you.

•” If you don't get it, I can help you,” Max said.

“Thanks. But I passed by test” You said.

“But I didn't say for what subject” Max smiled.

•Max wrote down his phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to you.

•You kept the paper and you just smiled at him.

•After school, you start to walk home then he follows you on his bike.

•While going home, you and Max start to talk about conspiracy theories.

•You wrote down your phone number and gave it to him.

•He did call you and you talked for a while on the phone.

•You and Max start to have lunch together.

•Your aunts start to ask questions about who is Max and why he is calling.

•You met Max’s little sister Dani.

•You spend more time with Max.

•Max starts to have strong feelings for you and he asked you out.

•Your aunts found out about the date and they start to spy on you and Max.

•Max took you to see a movie...

“He has bad taste in fashion. That shirt with so many colors is so... Ugly. He is no good for Y/n” Winifred said.

“He is making Y/n happy. They are cute together” Sarah smiled.

“Why he is putting his arm around d Y/n?” Mary asked.

•They start to speak very loud then you noticed them.

•You introduced Max to your aunts.

•You and Max became official.

•Winifred still doesn't like what Max wears.

•They promised not to ruin your dates with Max.

•They kept their promise for a while then they broke it.

•In school, you and Max would hold hands.

•You and Max would do homework together.

•When you watch a movie with him, Max would put his arm around you.

•Your first kiss with Max... While he helped you pick out a costume for Halloween and unexpectedly he kissed you.

•You and Max did argue and Winifred went to yell at Max.

•But you and Max did makeup and you apologized about what your aunt did.

•On your birthday, he surprised you with a mini cake and a gift.

•One time, Dani caught you and Max making out in the living room.

•Winifred promises to try and get along with Max.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Punishment

Male! Yandere x GN! Reader

A/N: Wrote this in a frenzy. I wanted to wait to post it till a little later but couldn"t help myself;; Also my ko-fi is open for anyone who wants a specific halloween idea~~ ToT

TW: NSFW!!, exhibitionism/public sex (unknowing friend on video call), dub-con, yandere themes, GN reader(described as having a 'hole'), genitals, jealousy, creampie, degredation, sex as punishment, biting, fingernails in skin, use of the word ‘manhood’

Synopsis: your boyfriend has decided to punish you for neglecting him while you're on call with a friend. 

"S-so you're coming down on the 15th?" You asked, albeit shakily.

"Yup!" Your friend replied. "Got my stuff packed and ready." 

You tried to focus on their words as you stared at them through the camera, watching as they multi-tasked while talking to you. You thanked the skies that they were too busy cleaning and writing things down to notice what was happening on your end of the chat. 

You tried to turn the camera at a different angle, cutting most of your face and body out of view. 

"Don't you dare," the voice growled behind you, huffing in your ear. "Keep it positioned, where it fucking was."

You whined with frustration, only loud enough for the voice to hear. Frowning, you slowly put the phone back and gripped it rigidly. 

"It's going to show too much!" You whispered back.

"Hey, are you still there?" Your friend asked. 

"Y-yeah, I'm still here!" You waved to the camera as they turned to look at you. For a moment they looked suspicious, lifting an eyebrow. You felt your stomach sink, wondering if they saw the man behind your figure, his hips slowly moving. 

But your friend soon returned to normal, facing away from the camera as they ranted on about their future traveling plans. You tried to mumble small 'mhm's' and 'yeahs' while keeping your moans at bay, but the struggle proved harder than you thought. 

The man behind you forced his thick cock to slide in and out of you at an even pace, having done so ever since you started your video chat with your friend. 

Your demanding boyfriend insisted you service him as payback for having neglected him for days. Which of course, wasn't really true, but you knew his jealousy knew no bounds when it came to you spending “long periods of time” with others. But before you could satisfy him, your phone began to ring. 

You looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to let you take this one call. And to your surprise, he allowed it. But not before bending you over the kitchen counter. 

"Answer it." He said, pulling your shorts down and your knees apart.

You panicked, saying you'd rather not answer it at all if you had to do that at the same time! But your boyfriend didn’t give you a choice. 

So now here you were, on the brink of orgasming while on a video call, desperately trying to keep your boyfriend out of view. 

You saw your body rock back and forth in the camera, your eyes beginning to glaze over as your boyfriend thrusted deeper into you. He had been painfully slow, purposely drawing out your pleasure to make it harder for you to see straight. The squelches of his cock inside of you were beginning to grow louder, and you feared how audible they might’ve been on the other side of the phonecall. But your friend was too busy chatting away, barely noticing how you were letting out jagged breaths and sweet noises. 

Your underwear and pants were pulled down to your ankles, the fabric gathering slick that would have otherwise dripped to the tile floor. You heard your boyfriend’s belt buckle jingle every time he pushed into you, moving his hips in a circle to grind against your sweet spot. Your little hole couldn’t take much more of his teasing, having faced this torture too many times. And you knew it was only going to get worse; it wasn't like you could stop him without exposing what was going on. You just hoped your friend would hang up soon. 

Your boyfriend gripped your hips, giving a light spank to your hip as he moaned noisily. Purposefully. You looked back at him alarmed, desperately staring at him with wide eyes and squirming legs.

‘Please!’ You mouthed, your ass stuck out in his view.

But all he did was grin, sliding his tongue over his teeth as he pulled out of you. You sighed in relief as you heard that final wet noise of his exit, hoping that his deep but slow thrusts had been enough to get him off. But as he grabbed your hair firmly, pulling your head back, you knew you spoke too soon.

With his cock waiting he tried to lift your shirt up, pushing it to your armpits. But you held your ground, knowing you’d for sure get caught if you let him do as he pleased.

He gave another smack to your skin as you turned around to look at him. You shook your head no, biting your cheek as you mouthed ‘later’. 

 "We can do it later!" you pleaded with a yell-whisper. 

Your boyfriend didn’t seem to like that. He yanked at your shirt with a harsh grunt, nearly tearing the fabric. 

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do.” He grumbled, pinching your ass hard enough to make you wince. 

But you tried to ignore him, laughing with your friend when they laughed, trying to keep up with the conversation as you felt your sex grow cold from how bare it was. Yet the chilly air fanning it didn’t last long. 

Your boyfriend pulled your ass out farther, knocking you onto your elbows on the counter. You had managed to hold yourself up pretty well before but the forced position startled you. 

“You okay?” Your friend asked. 

“Yeah,” You lied through your teeth. “Just a little light headed, what were you saying?” 

Your friend carried on, while your heart began to race. His cock was pushed into you again, but this time it entered you at rapid speed. He bottomed out inside of you as your hips were wrenched backward. Your boyfriend began to quicken, pumping into you as if his life depended on it. The moist sounds of arousal wettening your hole got louder, your body beginning to shake as he violently molded you fit his manhood. 

His hips slammed against your bottom at a rapid pace, sliding himself in and out of you at the definition of rough and fast. Even if you weren’t shaking from pleasure, your body would be moving just from his assault alone. Before, his dick had brushed your sweet spot; enough to get you going, but nothing like this. Now, he was abusing it, making sure to thrust at an upwards angle: just how he knew you like it. 

His grunts and open-mouthed moans were getting louder. In fact, too loud.

“Please--” You inhaled sharply, eyes nearly rolling back. “Keep going… quiet--”

“You want me to keep going?” He laughed, nails digging into your flesh. “You really are a slut, letting me fuck you in front of someone else like this. I didn’t know you were so dirty.” He let out a low, shakey groan, having thrusted exceptionally well this time.  

You whined, trying to keep up your responses with your friend as you felt him grind harder inside you. You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you couldn’t imagine letting this pleasure escape. 

“Oh who am I kidding, you’ve always... hah... liked getting fucked silly by me…--!” He leaned down next to your ear, finally in shot of the camera. 

You clenched the counter tops as he purposely made himself visible. 

“Hey,” He said out of breath, acknowledging your friend. 

“Hey back!” Your friend replied, beginning to ask questions now that your boyfriend was here. You couldn’t concentrate, though. With the feeling of his dick pumping into you, you could only lay your head on the countertops as he kept thrusting.

You knew your movements were visible in the camera, you just hoped your friend didn’t suspect the truth.

Your boyfriend laughed normally, making jokes as if he wasn’t rearranging your guts in the kitchen right now. His chest was pressed against your back, neck slick with sweat as he kept pounding into you. 

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Your boyfriend asked. You hadn’t heard a word he said. He looked at you expectantly, purposely and aggressively making a deeper dent inside of you this time. You looked up, feeling so full as he kept trying to push you past your limits; he was just waiting for you to slip up. Your mouth sat agape as you tried to respond as fast as possible. 

“M-mhm!” You could hardly suppress the moan that came out at the same time. You were about to cum; but knew you couldn’t, not yet. 

Thankfully, your boyfriend moved out and away from the camera under the guise of doing something else. 

“Well, I’ve gotta finish packing. But it was good talking to you,” Your friend cheerily said, turning to face you. You tried to return to normal, ignoring the sweat on your forehead and the fucked out look you had in your eyes. You smiled fakely at them, responding back with a quivering voice. 

“Yeah--uh.. I’ll talk to you when.. When you get here then.” You tried to not sound too out of breath, but it was no easy feat as your boyfriend was creating pornographic sounds behind you. “I-I’ve gotta get back to cooking!” You covered, acting as if the things near you needed fixing. 

“Alright, well. Talk to you later!” 

“Y-yeah, you t-too!” You said, your boyfriend chiming in with his own breathy goodbye as he came up close to you again. His hips were clearly pressed against yours, fucking you up against the cabinets, but your friend ended the call before you could panic about it.  

Once the call ended, you shut your phone off and threw it across the counter. You wouldn’t dare have your phone ring around him again; at least not for a while, lest this instance repeat itself.

But once your friend was no longer an issue, your boyfriend only got worse.

“Oh, fuck--!” He sucked in air through his teeth as he pulled your hips back again. He had slowed down momentarily, distracted by entertaining your friend and teasing you to blow your cover, but now his pace had altered. 

He was slamming into you, moans perfectly aligned with when his cock hit your special, spongy spot. You in turn let out your own quiet mewls; it still felt wrong to voice your pleasure even with the extra company now gone. 

“See what happens when you ignore me?” He gritted his teeth, calloused hands grabbing your thighs to meet his movements. “See what happens when you hang out with your friends more than me? They have to watch you get your brains fucked out.”

You let out a pained moan as he raked his hands down your chest under your shirt. Your thighs were a mess, covered in precum and sweat as he lifted one of your legs to get deeper access. 

“Now tell me who you belong to, who’s going to get to see you cum?” He bit your neck, turning you sideways as you leaned against the counter for support. “Who’s going to get to see you all pretty and fucked out, over and over again until you learn your lesson?” 

You felt yourself so close, the coil in your stomach burning and tightening. You let out sweet little ‘oh’s’ as you tried to respond. 

“Y-you. You are.” it was hard not to grow ashamed of your response, but the high that was oh so close, felt worth it.

 Little did you know, you had just sealed your fate. 

“That’s right, my little slut. Fuck, you feel…so good." His fingernails began to dig into your flesh. "And you aren’t going anywhere.” 

The grip holding your thigh up and the other on your stomach brought an unexpectedly searing burn. 

You could hardly register the pain as he came inside of you. Squirts of thick cum coated your walls, your hole clenching around his cock and milking him perfectly. He thrusted erratically inside of you to ride out his sweet finish, moaning your name possessively as he held you close. He said your name over and over, each syllable getting more angry and territorial. 

Your skin began to bruise. You could feel the sharp stinging of his nails, your moans mixing with agonizing wails as he slowed his humping against you. But his hands didn’t stop, blood nearly being drawn by his sharp teeth clamped on your neck.

As your boyfriend slowed, cock still inside of you, he kissed your cheek with wet lips. He relished in the noises coming out of your closed mouth. You knew he was furious for your lack of attention towards him, but hadn’t expected him to take it this far. At the same time, you knew what kind of man he was. You knew he was never going to let you off easy. You just hoped that you could get back into his good graces without too many wounds.

“Ready for punishment number two?” He asked, soaking up the look of fear and tears in your eyes. 

[eternalsawake]

amnesia, arguments and..attraction? pt 1 - five hargreeves x reader

reader is gn, & five is physically 19 (as well as you)

november 22nd, 1963

the sun shined down upon the city of dallas, texas, a beautiful day for the land. the view you had of elm street almost felt surreal. your hand rested on your cheek and you lean onto the fence, taking in the peaceful scenery.

“can you pass me the gun?” a stoic aging voice interrupted your admiration of the view. 58-year-old five hargreeves was considered the best of the best at the commission. his clean, swift kills, diligence, and obedience to the commission put him on a pedestal in the organization. yet he couldn’t have done a good portion of it, without you. you two were an undefeated, dynamic duo who worked together like clogs in a machine. hell, you two even won a few awards at the annual commission awards ceremony. truth be told, you and five were close, closer than most. it was like a strange spark ignited your friendship with the man. from being close in age, to fighting together in perfect harmony, the organization was shocked you two weren’t even married.

it was pretty obvious you and five had..something going on. was it the casual brushes of hands when grabbing weapons? the more blatant stares at each other when believed the other wasn’t looking? or was it the oh-so-subtle lean in five did when you talked? the coral-tinted blush that swept over both of your faces when these little moments were nothing to brush over. but did he feel the same way? or was it unrequited love from your end?

you hand five the gun, waiting behind the fence for him to take the shot, yet he paused. he put down the sniper and grabbed some sort of journal. the journal was full of calculations beyond your comprehension. seemed like it was full of calculus, but you could make out one number, a 5.7 circled in dark blue ink.

“five what's all this? you planning on leaving me?” you joke, a small chuckle escaping your lips. “do you trust me?” he says, his green eyes meeting your own.

“of course i do, why do you ask?” you question. why would he ask such a thing? he’s been off for a few days, more in his own world than usual.

a blue, galvanic portal open in-front of the two of you. gusts of wind filled the air, almost sending the both of you backward. five’s hand outstretched to yours, motioning for you to take his hand. his viridescent eyes reeled you in, and without hesitation, you took it. the feeling of his calloused hand felt foreign, and at the same time, you never felt so at home. he led with his left foot, right foot, and you followed. the feeling of stepping through that energy source was unbearable like your cells were being ripped apart one by one and being put back together. you still had no idea what was going to happen, hell you didn’t even know where you two were going, yet you weren’t afraid.

-

april 2nd, 2019

the unidentifiable blue energy source shook the ground around the mourning hargreeves family. the electricity and wind surrounded the group.

“what is it?” viktor asked.

“don’t get too close!” allison interrupted, placing a hand on viktors' shoulder.

“yeah no SHIT.” diego quipped

“looks like some sort of temporal anomaly.” luther answered. he stood in front of his siblings, “either that or a miniature black hole. one of the two.”

“pretty big difference there paul bunyan!” diego joked as the portal's energy thundered and crackled louder.

“OUT OF THE WAY!” klaus yelled as they pushed through his siblings, carrying a fire extinguisher while they were at it. of course, klaus not knowing how to use the extinguisher, they throw it at the anomaly. “what is that gonna do?” allison questions. “I DON’T KNOW. DO YOU HAVE A BETTER IDEA?” klaus replies worryingly and defeated. two figures begin to peak through the anomaly

“whoa whoa whoa everyone get behind me.” luther motions. the siblings follow through, except for diego. “yeah, get behind us.” he commands. “i vote for running, cmon!” klaus whines. electricity crackles as the figures emerge. it looks as if it’s two…teens? maybe young adults. the teens fall out of the portal, dropping 15 feet down. the thunder fades as the duo lays on the ground, groaning from the fall.

-

you push yourself up, wincing and hissing as you brush off your clothes that are..much more oversized than you can recall. you turn to your left, a boy, around the age of 19 maybe? he seems to have the same issue with oversized clothing. what confuses you the most is that you have never met this boy before, you don’t know where the hell you are, or who the hell are all these people. “does anyone else see little number five, or is that just me?” a voice says. it’s one of the group's voices. the boy looks down at his clothes, observing his oversized clothes.

“shit.”

“shit.” you both say in sync. the teen turns to you and takes a few steps forward. “who the hell are you?”

“i could ask you the same thing dick.” you retort.

“don’t give me that attitude.”

“i don’t know WHO you are but you somehow brought me here. now your ass is gonna get ME OUT,” you argue with the boy five.

“i don’t have to do shit for you. you got here all on your own." he jests. a voice interrupts, a tall, lean person pushes foward with a black fur coat and smeared eyeliner. "i dont mean to ruin this lovely little couples therapy sesh, but five..it is so good to see you." he leans in for a hug, but is pushed off by five. "klaus, i would rather shit in my own shoe and wear it than be in a relationship with this moronic asshat." he says aggresively while a smile is plastered on his pre pubescant face.

"fuck you." you jibe.

"oh? i wasn’t offering." five retorts, "watch your mouth."

"aren't you blowjob height?"

the blonde tipped hair and the spanish man with the scar stifle a laugh, trying to cover it up with a cough. "allergies, am i right diego?" the woman coughs. "oh yeah allison, i heard they are HORRIBLE this time of year." diego wheezes. they fake cough so much they ACTUALLY start coughing; horribly. you giggle with them. five storms off to the door, almost tripping on his oversized clothes. at that point, no one could contain their laughter. in fact you laugh so hard, you lose your balance and fall over. another laugh can be heard over the commotion. it’s the little dick himself.

"what an asswipe" you thought, but even you can't be mad. it was too funny.

the grand hargreeves estate was not far from being one of the most exquisite and beautiful homes you have ever visited. the dark walnut stained wood accents filled throughout the main floor of the establishment, giving the home a regal feel. “now, let’s get you two out of those things and into something..better.” the curly haired woman says. she turns to you, “my name is allison by the way.” you nod and tell allison your name. “OHH is that italian? french?” the bigger man says, telling you his name as well. “no one cares luther.” five says as he walks down the stairs toward the kitchen.

“shut your mouth.” you spit.

“or what?”

“i’ll make you.”

“aw, that’s cute.”

“bite me.”

“as much as i would love that, i’ll pass.” five nods with a shit eating grin.

“OKAY, i’ve got a couple things that might help you twos..interesting clothing situation.” the pale shorter man interjected. he drops two uniforms, seems like ones in your size. “thanks viktor.” five say. you give your thanks before grabbing the clothes and walking up the stairs. the rooms look like carbon copies of each other, and the majority of them look locked. you jiggle the handle of an unlabeled room. it unlocks and you swing the door open. the room most likely belonged to a young boy: a few race cars scattered across the floor, a rock em’ sock em’ robots poster, and an archery board. locking the door behind you, you plop the clothes onto the neat bed and begin stripping away at your large clothes.

“thanks again vik-.” a muffled boys voice piques your attention. it sounds like he’s right outside the door. the knob jiggles, but no sign of anyone coming in. you continue to throw the uniform top over your head, but a strange noise outside makes you pause. the same noise can be heard again, but this time, it sounded much closer. you pull the bottoms up quickly, but not quick enough.

“could you take any longer? i don’t have all day love.” the annoying pre mature voice rings in your ears once again. “can you.. oh i don’t know, piss OFF?” you bark, feeling slightly violated that he entered without permission. you examine the room once more, then look at five.

“this is your room, isn’t it?” you say with a defeated tone, “sorry.”

“don’t worry about it.” he responds, “just next time ask alright?” he walks with you out the door. you turn your body to reply, but the door is already shut.

“cunt.”

a/n: HELLOOO IM ALIVE and i hope u rly enjoy but i didn’t proofread IMSORYRY☹️

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[the-good-ending-of-the-world]

So I don't know if you're still responding the requests but I really want you to read this.

What about a yautja with a so who is part of bdsm? More like a so who do the primal play.

Imagine telling your yautja mate that you like to be hunted and they will need to fight you to actually have sex

IMAGINE THEY'RE REACTION !!!!

I believe they already do it in yautja prime but that would be really unexpected for them to se that coming from a human

I also believe they are really into some after care!

They cuddling you, purring and saying how good you were today and you hunting them ❤️

THATS HEAVEN FOR ME

This is a short one because I'm far to tired but I love this so I also added a little (or a lot) of bondage ;)

Afab!reader x M!Yautja

I feel like he'd find out by asking his s/o what a kink is and you'd have to explain it to him and he'd be like "Do you have kinks?"

When you told him you were into hunting and being tied up hes instantly turned on

He wont show it but hes trying so incredibly hard not to pin you down and fuck your brains out

If you have a pain kink I'm sorry but he will NOT purposely hurt you. Hes a 7'3 alien who's alot stronger and heavier then you, he views you as the most delicate thing in the world.

The second you finish your sentence hes giving you two minutes to run and hide

He will not be playing easy but if its your turn to hunt him he'll let you find him just to let him fuck you quicker

"Come out, little rabbit."

Seeing you tied up beneath him looking all fucked up could make him cum so quickly😊

Spicy eye contact

You're making this mans sex drive alot higher then normal

Like literally even whilst he's out hunting his mind it glued to you

Be prepared for a good fuck each time he comes home

"This is so unfair! Your a trained warrior, you're good at this." You wine getting annoyed at the fact you cant find your husband. Your hear a 'thank you' from behind you and you turn even though you know he's taunting your skills, although a large shadow soundlessly leaving the room catches your attention, "Ha! I might actually win for once." You mutter to yourself and chase him down the hall quickly. Following him through the kitchen and through to the dining room, 'I jinxed it... I've lost him' you thought annoyed. The cold air nipped at your skin as you stood naked whilst attempting to hunt your lover. "I give up, where ar-" your words are taken from your mouth as your picked up and brought back to the living room, only then did he surrender his camouflage. He pulls a rope from his belt looping it round your body. It came around your waist and through your thighs, then up your stomach and circled your chest before it continued over your shoulders and bound your wrists behind your back.

He was fumbling to untie his loincloth, his actions to desperate to detach it properly and was eventually ripped and lazily thrown aside. He pulled you legs apart and looked at your face for any sign of hesitance or discomfort, instead your face looked desperate and needy, reflecting his own feeling. He buries his head into the crook of your neck muttering something about how he was thinking of you like this all week since he'd returned from his hunt mixed with words of his own language. You can now feel the tip of his cock against your entrance and your heels dig into the back of his knees, desperately hoping to move him, to which he happily obliged. He slides in with ease, refraining from completely bottoming out straight away, trying not to hurt you, yet you still slightly hiss in pain. He waited for you to become comfortable again before moving further, starting with short light movement. He only lasted three minutes before he lost all self control, his thrusts became needy and uneven some fast and hard whilst some were short yet even quicker, he moved like an animal in heat and you loved every second of it. You moaned loudly and writhed below him, you mouth making an O shape and your eyes screwed close as you came hard around his cock, your back arching of the plush surface making him splutter in pleasure.

You could tell he was close, after all hes been wanting to do this all week and your finally giving him the pleasure hes so desperately needed. "M' love you so much, mate. My- pauk~ My sain'ja." You nod at him quickly, pretending to understand what he was saying but to blissed out to tell whether it was important or not. You hadn't realized you had came again until his hips and bucked again, his thrusts becoming deeper trying so hard to chase his release. Your nails raked his back making him growl and his claws dug ever so slightly into your hips nipping at your skin and drawing blood. His hips jerked and he dug himself deep and he came into you, pulling after one last thrust.

"Was that okay? Did I hurt you? I got a little carried away I'm so sor-" you silence him with what's left of your voice, "that was the best sex I think I've ever had." He let's out a small breathy laugh as he quickly untied youd body and quickly leaves the room after quecking you over, returning shortly with a warm cloth and your blanket as well as what you think to be is a box, "You did so well for me my little sain'ja, so well..." he peppers your face in alien kisses as he wipes the inside of your thighs and wipes the small drops of blood from your thighs, although he knew it didnt hurt you he couldnt help guilty and almost disappointed I'm himself. You seem to notice his sadness as caress his face tracing over the scars on his cheek, "It felt good, I'm not going to break, love..." you kiss his forehead as he puts, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and silently passing you the box, you look at him confused, "it's a gift, something I bought back from my trip..." you once again kiss him but instead of his cheek, "Thank you, my nrak'ytara."

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Key:

Nrak'ytara - Guardian/protector

Sain'ja - warrior

[basils-pot]

A Warm Night

Just a self indulgent, prompt inspired, late night, coffee fueled Rick Sanchez one-shot.

❁Prompt❁ - "Unspoken Feelings", "Brief Physical Contact", "I Love You Without Saying It"

⚠︎Warnings⚠︎ - None! xo (Gender Neutral, No Pronouns, No Physical Description) (Angst if you squint? Fluff for a mentally ill audience)

It wasn't cold. Even sitting on the metal washing machine, your legs weren't cold. The garage door was open and the stagnant air of the summer was mixing in the laundry and science related smells of the garage. It was an odd mix and it was more humid than you would've liked but you weren't complaining. You felt warm.

The cracks in the concrete that was the driveway had caught your attention a few minutes ago. At first you were counting them, occasionally adjusting your legs to move your thighs to a cooler part of the washing machines top. Now you were following them with your eyes, examining the connections. Seeing if maybe you could follow the cracks from one end of the driveway to the other without breaking. About four feet away from hitting your imaginary finish line, your attention was pulled away to Rick.

The sound of a screwdriver being tossed to the side made you turn your head. Lab coat cast aside hours ago when he'd settled in to his work, he was experimenting on a new weapon or maybe tinkering an old tool, you weren't actually sure. Rick Sanchez, the smart man in the universe. In every universe. You supposed you should feel small next to him but you only felt like yourself. He'd never made you feel like anything less despite his word choice or reputation. Knowing of Rick was far from rare regardless of where you'd come from in the universe and knowing him in person wasn't even really rare either. Many living creatures had met him. Many had come and gone. However, managing to be a regular character in his life was no easy feat, not that you had done it on purpose. He'd blown his way into your life and you'd faded into his. You weren't sure you'd remain though. Rick was Rick, so knowing whether or not he even wanted you around was an impossible question...and even if he did, someday, no telling how soon, one of you would leave. Maybe not on purpose but it would happen. There was just no use in getting invested.

Which is why you're fighting your brain so hard to take your eyes off him. To take your eyes off the way his shoulders moved and flexed to gain leverage over the various parts of his invention. You scolded your brain even more when you leaned back to get a better view of his hands. Careful and clever. Catastrophic and careless. They were resting on the counter now, as he leaned over his device. Your eyes trailed away from his hands and up his arm, to his pushed up sleeves, all the way to the back of his neck, and then to his hair. You wanted to touch it. To touch him. To help, take away the tension, alleviate the pain. You'd thought of this before. Never out of pity but you couldn't pretend they weren't selfish thoughts. You weren't sure if you were so eager to be useful because you liked him or liked how he made you feel. It was probably both. You liked the way he made you feel because you liked him.

Rick straightened his back, turning before you could realize. He was looking to a box of tools on the shelf opposite him in the garage, his eyes briefly meeting yours as he turned, before looking to the box. Suddenly you felt a bit short of breath. You were going to pretend you hadn't been looking at him but you couldn't react quick enough before he doubled back to make eye contact with you. Your face felt warm and you were all to aware of how your thighs stuck to the washing machine in the humid air. He hadn't said anything yet but you were already working out how to change the topic of a conversation that hadn't even started. Promptly breaking the eye contact and looking to the device on the counter, you sucked in a breath and broke the silence that had settled since he'd stopped working,

"Did you need a different tool?"

Rick responded with a noise of confirmation before taking his eyes off you and moving a step towards his discarded coat to find his flask. You thought for a moment, deciding to work against your better judgement and try and be helpful to a man who needed no help. Getting up for the first time since you'd sat a few hours earlier, you moved towards the storage shelf of the garage and reached up to pull out the box of science junk Rick had look at just a moment ago. Hearing him take a swig from his flask as you balance the box in your grip, you turned towards him, box in hand, and walked back to his side of the garage holding it out towards him. Having been looking down into the box at the various trinkets to avoid his look, you were surprised to be meeting his eyes when you did look up.

"Is um..."

You did your best to smile at him without making him feel opposed to about your participation in his project.

"Is what you need in here?"

You lifted the box a little and angled it toward him. He looked from you, to into the box and shuffled a bit closer while moving his hands to start searching through the items in the box. The proximity of your position to him made you feel confused. It was warm. It felt to normal. To safe. Comfortable enough to make you want more. Which made it feel wrong. You shouldn't be doing this to yourself. You knew that. It felt sad. Why didn't you just hand the box to him. You could've set it on the counter. He jerked the box towards himself to dig more and in turn, pulled you maybe an inch closer and suddenly it didn't matter. You could be across the room and still feel warm. You would still feel him. Whether Rick wanted to or not, he'd carved out a place for himself in your heart and regardless of how close he was or where he was in the room, maybe even where he was in the galaxy, you'd feel warm if it was him.

"It's not here...it should be. Fucking Morty digging through my shit..."

He continued to grumble as he, in a fluid motion, picked the box out of your hands and moved around you to roughly push it back on a random place on the shelf. It was a bit disappointing after all the overthinking you'd put into trying to be useful, and you felt your determination to be helpful slipping as you folded your arms and looked back to the unfinished device. Maybe Rick had noticed since he interrupted your train of thought as he sighed,

"It's fine..."

Rick readjusted his sleeves and pushed them back above his elbows.

"Don't need to have it, just would've made this shit quicker."

He rubbed his eyes while moving back towards the work bench to continue his project without the preferred tools. You shuffled after him, coming to stand next to him at the counter to inspect the device. Leaning closer and over the counter to examine the various parts of it while Rick began picking it back up, one of your feet hit something under the cabinet. You took a step back and got on your knees to peek under it. Normally, you'd squat down and pull whatever it was out from under the cabinet blindly, but in Rick's garage? not a safe bet. So you decided to look before you grabbed. It looked like another random science gadget that you couldn't possibly recognize the use for. Choosing to take the risk and assume the item was safe to grab, you took it out from under the cabinet. Thoughtlessly, you set your hand on Rick's shoulder while examining the tool in your other hand,

"You been missing this? It was under the cabinet..."

You trailed off on the sentence, turning to look at him, holding out the tool. His brows scrunched together and he gave a small breathy laugh before he replied,

"I might've been."

He turned to grab it and your hand on his shoulder trailed down to hold his upper arm. He immediately put tool to use on his project and it dawned on you that this was what he was looking for. You lit up excitedly and squeezed his arm,

"Oh! I'm glad I was able to help."

As soon as the words left your mouth, your hand froze and your smile fell. Rick didn't need help. He didn't want help. Certainly didn't need it from you, or anyone else. He'd made that clear at least once every time you'd heard him speak. Now, you braced yourself for Rick to shrug you off and respond with alcohol fueled vulgarity. For all you effort to be discarded. This was good. It was better like this, with all the walls. The walls kept you both safe. You waited for the words to come.

He spoke and you remained rigid. He spoke, but it was softer than you'd ever heard him. He wasn't looking at you and you almost could've missed it,

"Thank you."

...

Your brain lit up like a firework. You were so eager to draw another praise from him, but this could be enough. It was more than enough. You knew better than to offer any type of "You're welcome" so you settled with another squeeze of his arm before gently moving away.

The smile never left your face as you sat on the far end of the counter, much closer than the washing machine was, and began to count the wrinkles in Rick's shirt.

You'd found what you were looking for tonight too.

AN: Hi!! This is literally my first ever fanfic to leave my drafts :> tysm 4 reading!! No beta reader and its 4am so forgive my mistakes -Basil xoxo

[luke-o-lophus]

Homecoming

(Mainly soft!Marc Spector/gn!Reader, brief Steven Grant/gn!Reader)

Summary: All you can remember is Marc died. Your boyfriend, killed by Harrow's bullets. He died not knowing how deeply you love him. And now everything has stopped making sense. But then who's the man in the room?

TW: Mention of death, show-typical violence. Angst with fluffy ending, panic attack described

The two bangs of the gun would forever be branded into your memory. You bit into the back of your hand to stifled a scream of abject terror. You couldn't see your boyfriend from your hiding spot, but you heard a splash... then, some mumbling, retreating footsteps, glass crunching. Then all was quiet, sickeningly quiet. You crept out, taking no note of your bleeding hand and red stained teeth. There was a figure in the water, its head making no effort to stay afloat.

You pulled him out, frantic, desperate. In your mind you knew it's too late, but it felt too final to be real. "Marc!", your voice was a hoarse whisper. Your bloodied hand hovered over his chest with two holes circled by blood soaked cloth. The last blood he'd ever bleed, too precious to touch. "Marc..!", it was a whimper from you then, your fingers pressing to his neck, wrist, anywhere, everywhere...for any flicker of pulse. There's none. His head lolled back unnaturally the moment you let it go, and that motion was enough to make you scramble back and dry heave.

You wake up in cold sweat.

Your heart is pounding, ears ringing, eyes barely awake to take in your surroundings. The smell hits you first: old books; Steven's apartment. You bring up a hand to your sweaty face in relief, but have to curse out in pain. In the dim moonlit room, a semicircular row of cuts marks your hand like a twisted smile. You sit up frantically, feeling the side of your bed. It's empty. No, no, no, the irony can't be this cruel. It's suddenly hard to breath, it's impossible to believe any of it is real. Yet the sting in your hand stubbornly pulls you back to reality. Marc was shot. He had died. You had been there, and yet you survived. Like a coward.

Your head snaps up at a sound, eyes too bleary with tears to make out the figure in the doorway. It looks like Marc..a shock of dark hair, sharp nose, his broad shoulders. But it can't be. Marc was gone. "Baby?", a voice calls out to you. It even sounds like him. You squeeze your eyes shut with a horrified whimper, arms coming up to hug yourself tightly. You must be going mad.

........

Marc stifles a yawn into his palm and puts the water bottle back into the fridge, making his way back to the bedroom. His body protests with every movement. It is barely 20 hours since they'd landed from Cairo, and their bodies were still reeling from the post-fight adrenaline crash. He couldn't wait to slip back into bed and sleep for a few millennia, cuddled to your side.

But he walks in on quite the sight. You've sat up in bed, staring at your trembling hands, shaking back and forth, your chest heaving as you hyperventilate. "Baby?", he calls carefully, and your face snaps up as if you're seeing a ghost. You're cowering then, and Marc knows enough about panic attacks to know you're slipping into one.

........

"Baby, love, what happened? I'm right here", he callsgently, taking a few careful steps in your direction.

"No", you reply indignantly. "No, no, you're not real"

Marc stops in shock, and almost doubts himself. He glances at a mirror for reassurance and Steven's right there. "You need'ta ground her", he hisses at Marc. Marc blinks and nods, walking closer until he is at the edge of the bed. "I'm real baby", he whispers softly, kneeling on the ground before you. "I'm very real, I'm right here"

You peer above your locked arms at that, face wet with tears and snot, brows furrowed in suspicion. Then you're reaching out tentatively, open palm feeling his face. Marc closes his eyes as your fingers gently glide over his features, a shiver slithering up his spine.

"Take off your shirt", you suddenly seethe. Marc's eyes widen in surprise at the demanding tone, but he complies. He tosses it away and you're scooting closer, seemingly unaware of your wrecked expression. The fingers leave his face to trail his chest. Soon they find two swollen ridges of scarred flesh.

"He shot you", you whisper and Marc nods in agreement. "You died."

Marc's chest heaves in a sigh, realization dawning upon him. "Yes", he affirms your confused mind. "We did, but we came back. That was day before yesterday. We're alive, we're back in London, in Steven's flat. We came back from Cairo this morning. Do you remember that, baby?"

Your fingers are circling the scars absently, barely paying attention to his words. With another sigh, Marc holds your shoulders and shakes you to make you look up. Your eyes squeeze shut in agony, you can't bring yourself to meet his eyes. Your hands finally leave his chest to hide your face and sobs rack your body.

Marc almost slumps in relief when you finally seem to snap out of your stupor. His hands stay on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing gently as you cry into your palms. And then you say something that stings his several times wounded heart like never before.

"I let you die", you whine between sobs."I saved my sorry ass and they killed you...they killed you.! I didn't even cry... or stop to mourn you... I just wanted revenge like a selfish...fucking...idiot and..I let you die...Marc..you died and it's...all my fault...I..."

"NO!", he raises his voice, appalled even at the idea. "God, love...no, don't even go there"

But it only makes you cry harder, sobs giving in to wails of pure pain, nails digging into your scalp. That's as much as Marc can bear to watch and he throws his arms around you. "That's not true, baby, you did nothing wrong", he speaks into your neck. "You're a damn hero baby, it's because of you Khonshu came back, and I could heal. It's you, you're the reason I'm alive, love, please...you gotta see it like I do"

You've never heard Marc quite so desperate, so expressive. You hiccup, your sobs refuse to quell. From the wet spot on your shoulder, Marc is letting himself go too. You clasp your arms around his torso tight, afraid he'll vaporize out of your grip somehow. And finally, several minutes later, you can breathe while Marc is still crushing you in a hug. Your arms relax their hold, red hot embarrassment crawling under your skin as your exhausted haze of confusion slowly lifts. You pull back, an apology ready at the tip of your tongue, when Marc softly mumbles, "Don't." His tone leaves no room for argument.

"I love you Marc", the words tumble from your tongue. Marc's hovering fingers on your back still. He pulls back cautiously, eyes wide in surprise and hope. "I love you from ...from every fibre of my existence", you continue. "I accepted my life had ended when you...I can't live without you, I won't..." you ramble. Words you'd thought you'd never be able to confess spill out of you like a monsoon river.

"I love you too", Marc cuts you off, almost breathless. "You're why I live, baby. I love you so much, I didn't know...I could be loved...and...I could love this much"

A broken laugh escapes you, and you're suddenly shy, moving closer, breaths mingling, until your lips are upon his. Slow, chaste, sweet, your lips move, and your hand moves to rest on his chest again. His heart thrums steadily, and you groan into the kiss and pull him atop the bed. He makes no attempt to move, exhaustion coating the both of you like a heavy blanket.

"I think ...we should...see someone..", Marc mumbles once you're curled up to his side.

"You mean like..."

"A therapist...", he trails off. You give his arm a squeeze, pride making your heart full. "We've been through...a lot" he muses.

"Yeah", you hum, thumb drawing random shapes on his arm. "But we'll be okay, all of us."

Marc answers you with a kiss atop your head and another yawn,"Steven says goodnight "

"Goodnight, love"

[olivefeuillu]

Rhaenyra x Daemon x gn reader

Summary : Rhaenyra and Daemon’s lover came home and they take care of them.

Tags: fluff

Warning : none / mistakes

For: @kpopchangedmylifesstuff

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Rhaenyra and Daemon were waiting for their lover to come back to Dragonstone. The heir to the iron throne stayed in front of the tall window, looking at the angered water. She was playing with the fabric of her dress as she hoped to see her lover’s boat coming home. Their lover has been sent for a diplomatic mission for the Black’s cause. They were gone for a few weeks and no news came to Rhaenyra and Deamon’s ears about them.

Rhaenyra was afraid that something bad happened to them, especially when the Green’s second born son was roaming the seas and their first born was ruling the seven kingdoms.

“ They will arrive soon,” Daemon spoke calmly to calm her down.

“ I hope…” she whispered,” I miss them.”

She turned around to look at her husband with saddened eyes. He was sitting at the long table placed in the middle of the room, the rogue prince gave his wife a smile and with a hand movement he told her to come closer to him. He repeated softly : “ they will be here soon.”

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Their lover finally arrived a few hours later, clothes all wet, shivers running through their body caused by the sea’s cold water. Daemon and Rhaenyra’s dragons began roaring and flying over the castle, caraxes piercing screeches echoed below the gray sky. Daemon felt his dragon’s call throughout his whole body, sending shivers through his spine. Rhaenyra dashed through the castle as soon as she saw the boat coming to Shore : “ they’re here, they’re finally here !”

She called for her husband before running outside, below the dark sky and the rain. Rhaenyra held her dress and ran across the bridge. She tried to keep calm her own excitement, but couldn’t and a smile crossed her pretty face.

“ Rhaenyra,” she heard coming from the walls of rain. Her lover was standing on the bridge, looking at her with warmth. “ My love,” they dropped everything they were carrying to the ground and ran to her arms,” My love !”

She kissed their forehead repeatedly as softly as she could, Rhaenyra held their face with her hands and stroked their cheeks as she smiled with love. The princess whispered : “the days were long without you near me, my love.” She was happily crying, tears streaming on her already wet face as the rain poured down on the two.

“ It was a pain to awake without you and Daemon by my side, I regret leaving. I missed you.”

“ The children missed you, our husband too,” her embrace tightened. “ I missed you too.”

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“Come,” Daemon said. “ The bath is ready.”

Daemon took care of undressing them, he unbuttoned their shirt, pulled down their pants and fixed their messy hair. The rogue prince stroked their cold back and kissed their neck as he hid their naked body against his strong chest.

“ You’re freezing,” he kissed their forehead. “ Let’s get you in the bath.”

He observed their body, looking for scars or signs of battles, but saw nothing alarming. He placed his hands on their hips and asked : “Did something happen during your your travels.”

“ Nothing much” they smiled at him while caressing his back. “I have good news for you and our Queen.”

“ Let’s keep those news for later, the good news is that you’re safe and not hurt,” he spoke gently and kissed their soft lips.

The prince picked their lover up in his arms, giving them soft praises and sweet words as he carefully put them in the warm bath. They sighed at the touch of the water on their cold skin. After Daemon placed his lover in the bathtub filled with warm water, he began cleaning their pretty face and stroking their body.

“ I love you,” he said after kissing them on their cheeks.

Rhaenyra arrived a few moments later and sat near the bathtub. She was wearing a soft nightgown and her white hair was tied into a single braid.

“ I’m happy to see you,” she kissed their forehead and stroked their hair.

They began taking care of their lover, together. She was brushing their hair carefully after washing them with her own hands. Unknotting every knot. She left soft kisses on the top of their head every now and then. Daemon cleaned their body, rubbing their belly and arms to make the dirt and dried blood disappear in the water. He took care of massaging their sore muscles.

They let their lover soak a little bit more in the bath as they talk to each other. Sweet words and names were exchanged between the three love birds. Rhaenyra was relieved, seeing her lover happy and well made her heart filled with joy. She couldn’t stop smiling at the view of her two partners talking and taking care of each other.

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[yikesitskennawrites]

Masterlist

Moonknight x Teen!reader

Transitions

You moved to London after you came back from the blip a year ago. You moved for a new change and a fresh start. Everything was going swell until you nearly get mugged and your strange neighbor is the one to save you. Now, you have the opportunity to learn about the man who has peaked your interest over the past couple of weeks; and you’re going to do exactly that. 

Pairings: Steven Grant x (platonic) Reader, Marc Spector x (platonic) Reader, Jake Lockley x (platonic) Reader, Layla El-Faouly x (platonic) Reader

Content Warning: Violence, mentions of eating disorder, mentions of suicidal thoughts.

*This story is posted on A03. Want to read it there? Heres the link: Transitions 

Chapter One: The Neighbor Down The Hall

Chapter Two: Tea With The Neighbor

Chapter Three: Conversation With The Neighbor

Chapter Four: Checking in With Your Acquaintances

Chapter Five: Movie Night With Your Acquaintances

Chapter Six: Sitting On The Rooftop With Your Acquaintances

Chapter Seven: Reaching For Steven

Chapter Eight: Spilling The Tea To Marc And Steven

Chapter Nine: Missed Calls From Marc And Steven

Chapter Ten: Something To Talk About With Marc and Steven

Chapter Eleven: Building A Fort With Steven

Chapter Twelve: Unanswered Calls to Marc and Steven

Chapter Thirteen: A New Acquaintance

Chapter Fourteen: Spending Time With Lauren

Chapter Fifteen: Friends Your Age

Chapter Sixteen: A Short Conversation with Your Acquaintance

Chapter Seventeen: Annoying Jake Lockley

Chapter Eighteen: Chatting With An Acquaintance

Chapter Nineteen: Waking Your Acquaintance

Chapter Twenty: Bonding With Layla

Chapter Twenty-One: Researching Marcs Past

Chapter Twenty-Two: Pressured Conversation With Your Friends

Chapter Twenty-Three: Patching Friendships

Chapter Twenty-Four: A Sleepless Night With Your Friend

Chapter Twenty-Five: Coffee From Lauren

Chapter Twenty-Six: Being Cared For By Your Friends and Jake Lockley

Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Visit To The Library With Friends

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Celebrating With Friends

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Movie Marathon With Friends

Chapter Thirty: Carving Pumpkins With Friends

Chapter Thirty-One: A Day At The Mall With A Friend

Chapter Thirty-Two: A Break From Friends

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Phone Call With A Friend

Chapter Thirty-Four: A Rude Awakening From A Stranger

Chapter Thirty-Five: A Argument With Your Drunk Neighbor

Chapter Thirty-Six: Confessing To Your Neighbor

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Staying With Layla

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Meeting With Strangers

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Burnt Cookies For Your Roommate

Chapter Forty: Talking To Strangers

Chapter Forty-One: A Break With Your Friend

Chapter Forty-Two: Light Reading With Your Neighbor

Chapter Forty-Three: A New Deal With Your Neighbors

Chapter Forty-Four: Video Chatting With Your Neighbors And Layla

Chapter Forty-Five: Staying In Your Dead Neighbors Apartment

Chapter Forty-Six: Catching Up With Your Neighbors

Chapter Forty-Seven: A Dinner With Your Friends

Chapter Forty-Eight: It’s Just You And Your Friend

Chapter Forty-Nine: It’s Just You And Them

Mood Board Chapter

Updated: October 21, 2024

Transitions Fanart

[nezebel]

Sailor!Jotaro x Mermaid!Reader AU

i love the little mermaid and i love jotaro. easy fanfic. this is basically the little mermaid but with jotaro. enjoy mwah

cw: none!

The two of you met when Jotaro's ship crashed above your kingdom, alerting you and your subjects. Escaping from the chaos below, you swim to the surface to observe any humans you may see. Suddenly, a young man catches your eye; black hair, angelic features, and strangely tall. And he was drowning. Grabbing him by the arms, you did your best to bring him back to the land.

"Hello?" You mumble, directly next to him. He seemed almost lifeless, skin pale and cold to the touch, but he was still breathing. Reaching over, you gently caress his face. You quickly retract your hands as he flinches. His eyes flickered open, looking straight at you. He sat up abruptly, looking around, then looking at you once more. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw your lack of legs. "...Hello."

Ever since he saw you for the first time, he had always come back to the beach, waiting to see you again. You noticed and started to leave him little gifts; this included shells, rocks, jewelry, and even gave him a mock version of your crown.

Jotaro slowly walked to the edge of the water, awaiting another gift from you. It had been nearly a month since you saw him for the first time, and every day since, he had been waiting for you to show up again. He knew he wasn't crazy. He had seen you with his own eyes. Eventually, a large, pink and purple clam shell washed up. He scooped it up gently, looking out on the water. "When will you come see me again?" He whispered, sighing, then turning around to go home.

Eventually you did meet him again. Having sold your voice for a pair of human legs, you swam up to the shore early in the morning and awaited his arrival. When he finally saw you, he was very confused- didn't you have a tail a little ways back? But it didn't matter. You could finally be with him and he could finally be with you..right?

Jotaro saw you, walking very slowly. "You...I recognize you." You smiled, excited to see him. You try to speak to him, but nothing comes out. You remember your deal with the sea witch. "What's wrong?" He asked, expecting a reply. You place a finger on your throat to tell him that you can't speak. "No voice?...Maybe you aren't the person I'm looking for." You shake your head, then attempt to stand up and walk to him- since your legs were quite new to you, you stumbled awkwardly, landing on his chest. He sighed, catching you in his arms. "Yare yare. Come with me. Let's get you cleaned up."

[akatsukicross]

Suddenly, I Became God | SAGAU x WMMAP | MASTERLIST

Summary:

You're the twin of Athanasia de Alger Obelia. Instead of being born with a healthy body, you were born sick and frail. The one day you're able to at least go outside and spend time with your sister... Athanasia goes into a mana shock. Due to how powerful and the properties of her mana, you ended up passing out from the sheer pressure.

So, when you wake up in a bed of unknown origins with people saying that you were their God. Rightfully, you are confused and afraid of the current situation, and income hacking gold blood from your mouth.

Thus shenanigans and misunderstanding happen!

Each route is different but have similar experiences. Choose wisely, reader.

Claude de Alger Obelia is a man who keeps his heart closed. He's the type of man who shows his affection by quality time before giving his heart out to those who manage to get close.

Athanasia de Alger Obelia is your twin who shows her affection by physcial touch. She has many secrets which she's yet to tell but that doesn't stop her from loving you.

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Choose your appearance~

(Y/n) de Alger Obelia- Gender Neutral Route

They/Them/It Pronouns

As the twin of a genius, Athanasia de Alger Obelia, you decided to be her right-handed person. However, being born with a body that's weak and ill, you were in despair on how you'd be a useless member in the imperial family. You were born with immense abundance of mana, more than your twin, and sadly...your body cannot handle the stress of it. The one day you're able to at least go outside, your twin goes into a mana shock. Instead of Claude sacrificing himself to save Athanasia, you were the one who stopped the mana shock. Instead of your room, you wake up in a room of unknown origins.

(Y/n) de Alger Obelia- Male Route

He/Him/It Pronouns

As the twin brother of the Athanasia de Alger Obelia, you wanted to hold the mantel of being the heir of the Obelian Empire. However, you always seem to fall short under your twin sister who was born with the blessing of a healthy body. You were jealous of her but you'd never stoop so low to be petty. You were happy that father and her had bonded closely, you didn't want to ruin that peace... The day your illness was revealed, Athanasia had a mana shock, and you were caught in it. You simply passed out from the sheer pressure of her mana and all faded to black. Instead of your room, you wake up in a room of unknown origins.

(Y/n) de Alger Obelia- Female Route

She/Her/It Pronouns

As the twin sister of Athanasia de Alger Obelia, you desperately tried to find your calling. You were always the one to be at parties and attendance to galas while your twin stayed with father. You were envious of your twin who warmed his heart and how easily she earned the hearts of the nobles. Then again, you were never the lovely princess who was loved by father. So, you always kept everything to yourself-- even your illness! Nevertheless, you wanted them to be happy even if you weren't in the picture. When Athanasia causes a mana shock, you took Claude's stead. Even though the mana of your sister devours your body, you wanted to save the one thing father loved. Instead of your room, you wake up in a room of unknown origins.

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Prologue- Complete

Chapter 1- Neutral, Male, Female

Chapter 2- Neutral, Male, Female

[6rookie-writer0110]

Winter

Wanda Maximoff X Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Summary - Christmas Fluff... Reader and Wanda.

Y/n is sleeping in bed and Wanda is looking out the window. She starts to smile because it snowed last night, and she goes back to the bedroom. She starts to shake Y/n’s arm.

“What?” Y/n mumbled.

“Y/n, it snowed. Let's go play in the snow” Wanda smiled.

“I’m still sleepy” Y/n mumbled.

Wanda kept shaking Y/n’s arm.

“Wake up now or I'm taking the blankets away from you,” Wanda said.

“You are so mean right now,” Y/n said.

Wanda smiled and kissed Y/n’s forehead.

“I will make pancakes for you,” Wanda said.

“Okay, fine. Make me pancakes and I will play with you in the snow” Y/n smiled.

“Deal” Wanda smiled.

Wanda went to the kitchen and Y/n sat up and then started to stretch. Wanda did keep her promise, she starts to make pancakes. Half an hour later, Y/n goes to the kitchen and wrapped their arms around Wanda.

“It's ready,” Wanda said.

She turned around and gave Y/n a peck on the lips. They sit down together and they start to eat.

“We have to buy the tree,” Wanda said.

“Today?” Y/n asked.

“Of course, Y/n,” Wanda said.

“You seem very happy about it,” Y/n said.

“Well, around this time is always rough for me. Until we started dating, well I want things to be different...” Wanda said.

“Oh okay. As you said, things would be different. Whatever you want to do, we can do it together” Y/n said.

Wanda smiled at Y/n and she is happy about it.

They put on their jackets and gloves and then go outside. Now, Y/n and Wanda are trying to build a snowman and they keep messing up. But they don't want to give up, they try again. They did build a snowman then it fell apart, and they start to laugh about it.

“Let's get something hot to drink,” Wanda said.

“Yeah, I agree. I need something to make my body warm” Y/n said.

They hold hands and walk to a cafe shop. Wanda smiled big because she saw a drink named after her and Pietro. They did order the drinks to try them out and they like the flavors.

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Wanda and Y/n are decorating the tree, by putting ornaments on it. Now, Y/n is struggling to untangle the lights which would go on the tree.

“Instead of laughing, you should help me,” Y/n said.

Wands giggled and she used her magic to solve the problem. Wanda winked at Y/n and they smile at each other.

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Wanda is baking Christmas cookies with Y/n. And they talk about what is the best Christmas movie. The neighbor from upstairs started to play loud Christmas music.

“They definitely have the spirit of Christmas” Y/n smiled.

“To be honest, I hate that Christmas song,” Wanda said.

“But they won't change the song,” Y/n said.

“Oh, the song will change,” Wanda said.

She used her magic to change the song and Y/n is surprised by what Wanda did.

“Wow,” Y/n said.

Later, they start to eat cookies while watching elf the movie. A bit later, Wanda cuddles with R on the couch with a blanket. Then Wanda used her magic to turn off the neighbor’s music.

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Wanda convinced Y/n to take a picture with Santa Claus at the mall. Wanda is loving the picture so much and Y/n did it to make Wanda happy.

Now, Y/n and Wanda are at The Rockefeller Center, to see the Christmas tree. Wanda asked a stranger to take their picture with the tree behind them.

“I don't know how to ice skate. I always saw it in the movies but never tried it” Wanda said.

“Let's go skating right now,” Y/n said.

“Really?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah, let's do it right now” Y/n smiled.

“Okay, let's do it” Wanda smiled.

Y/n helped Wanda put on the skates and they go to the ice rink. Wanda is holding on to Y/n’s arm for dear life.

“You don't have to be scared, Wanda,” Y/n said.

“Have you done this before, Y/n?” Wanda asked.

“A few times. Just relax and have fun” Y/n said.

“I will try,” Wanda said.

Wanda tries to have fun but she won't let go of Y/n. They still start to skate around the rink, well they are going slow around the rink.

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Wanda and Y/n are doing Christmas shopping. A few weeks ago, the team agrees to do secret Santa. Now, they are trying to buy gifts for the people they got. While window shopping, they are holding hands.

“I don't want to get for Tony. He is rich and he has everything, so the only thing I can think of is a gift card” Wanda said.

“I have to buy a gift for Natasha and she is hard to shop for” Y/n sighed.

“Buy a leather jacket. I took her jacket and never gave it back” Wanda said.

“Why did you take it?” Y/n asked.

“It's a long story and it went with my outfit. Plus we had to fight at the airport” Wanda said.

“Wait, what?” Y/n said in confusion.

Wanda starts to explain and Y/n is in shock.

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Wanda and Y/n are at The Stark Tower, for a Christmas party. But Y/n and Wanda are making out in the corner and Clint sprays them with a water bottle.

“That's enough kissing,” Clint said.

“Did you really had to get us wet?” Wanda asked.

“Yes. Go eat something or do karaoke” Clint said.

“So rude” Y/n said.

Clint just laughed and everyone on the team is having fun. Y/n watched Wanda do karaoke with Thor, everyone did cheer for them.

“Having fun?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah. I had fun but Thor is not a good singer” Wanda said.

“He was bad” Y/n giggled.

Later, everyone started to trade gifts. Natasha did love the leather jacket and Wanda bought Tony a burger fryer. He did like it because Wanda got it engraved. Later, Y/n gave Wanda’s gift and it's a necklace and she loves it. Y/n puts the necklace on Wanda, and she kissed Y/n on the lips.

[simonisferal]

the betrayer of eternity; scaramouche x reader

600 words

tags — angst, spoilers (scara’s backstory), break-up, no comfort, violence (i guess)

author’s note — i forgot all harbinger lore so deal with it 🤷 love life scaramouche <3 this is also my first time on mobile (it sucks btw)

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the first to betray him was his mother, second was his friend—his family, third was a kid just like him, and fourth was the only person he could trust, his lover, his eternity, you.

you would talk to childe with him by your side. was he just a joke to you? the simple sight of seeing you laugh at someone else’s words would make his heart burn and his hands clench into fists. he would excuse yourself and drag you into a private room.

“what the fuck was that about?!” he would pin you against the door, while you would simply laugh in his face and caress his cheek with one of your hands.

“kuni, it was simply a laugh towards a superior of mine.” you would use your other hand to run it through his front hair, slightly shoving his hat upwards. “if i wouldn’t have laughed, i would’ve gotten a plenty more work than i do now,” you would smile at him. “and that would mean, that i would have no time to spend with you.” 

you would slowly pull his hands to your waist and pull him closer to your chest, it calmed him down. you would place one of your hands behind his hair and gently tug strands of hair closer to you and he would enjoy it, slowly taking off his hat to lean into you closer and closer and closer until he could’ve merged with your clothes.

you would chuckle and scaramouche could feel his cheeks burn a bright red, his ears sticking out as he would try to cuddle deeper into your chest.

but that wasn’t the case anymore.

scaramouche was mad and those comforting touches that you used to give him weren’t going to work on him. “you didn’t have to, kuni. i was going to do the job myself.” you try to touch his shoulder but he yanks it away from your grasp.

“you could’ve told me that you accepted a commission from liyue before you went!" you flinch at his cold words. scaramouche had no remorse in his eyes as he stared you down. "i was planning to, kuni—but it simply wasn't the case this ti-"

"all i ever hear from you are excuses! you can’t do that because of this, you can’t do this because of that—shut up! Just shut u-”

slap!

…

huh?

“if that’s how you truly feel about me, maybe we’re not meant to be. maybe i’m better off with someone who isn’t as arrogant and selfish as you.” your voice cracked.

you had began crying. maybe it was anger, or maybe it was sadness—perhaps both, at that point.

“what..?” scaramouche’s eyes widened. you frowned, lowering your head before smiling.

“i’m glad i managed to get that off my chest, scara. i’m… glad, to know how much of a bother i’ve been to you these past years. thank you.”

scaramouche stood silently, the words he wanted to speak didn’t dare to come out. he wanted to shout at you, “no, you’re wrong! you’re not a bother to me at all!” but no noise escape his mouth.

you wipe a small tear off of your face, chuckling to yourself. “oh, how the time goes.. people lost in the past and future never live in their present.”

“i think it’ll be better, for the both of us, if we stop living in a lie.. don’t you?”

scaramouche saw you walk away from him, no—you skipped away from him, so happily, he could only believe how tragic you were in your relationship. he could’ve stopped you but he didn’t.

why?

that himself, he doesn’t know. but what he does know,

is that you’re a betrayer of eternity.