#how dare he can be hotter than usual

[rakiah]

GOD ponytail leona is SO HOTTT

vil PLEASE just LET ME HAVE a TURN 😩 I BEG

That’s quite funny how you ask Vil for what you want to do to Leona like he’s the owner of the cat or like he’s riding a Leona carousel and you want your ride on the merry-go-around.

I like it very much <3

The kitty not so.

[kateschi]

into the ashes

synopsis: amid the chaos of flames and debris, dabi bares witness to you getting injured. he does not like it.

pairing: dabi x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: behold i have forced my bestie into liking him

the air reeks of smoke and burnt metal, debris scattering across the alley as another explosion rocks the street. you’re cornered, body trembling from the impact, struggling to regain your footing.

blood trickles down your arm from a gash on your shoulder, and the sharp sting makes your vision blur for a moment.

dabi stands a few feet away, eyes locked on the thug who had dared to strike you. his entire frame is tense, shadows dancing across his scarred skin, the blue flames licking at his fingertips ready to erupt.

he doesn’t even glance your way at first—his gaze is trained solely on the scum in front of him.

"you’re going to regret that," he says, voice low and lethal, a dark promise wrapped in fire.

the thug grins, clearly underestimating the depth of dabi’s rage. but you can see it—the way his blue eyes darken, how the flames around him burn hotter, more unstable.

there’s no room for banter now, no time for him to throw his usual sarcastic remarks. the second you hit the ground, his entire focus narrowed to one thing: absolute destruction.

but as much as his fury is directed outward, there’s something more dangerous in his posture—something sharp and suffocating in the way his hands shake, just barely under control.

for once, he’s not just mad. he’s terrified.

"dabi—" you start, trying to push yourself up, the pain shooting through your side forcing you back down.

he whirls around at the sound of your voice, and for a split second, you see something in his eyes that you’ve never seen before.

it’s brief, but the fear is there, raw and unchecked, the kind of fear that cracks through the facade he wears so well. his lips curl back into a snarl, but the flames flicker dangerously as he rushes toward you, the thug all but forgotten in that moment.

"don’t move." his voice is harsh, sharper than usual, but there’s an edge of desperation beneath it. "just—stay still, alright?"

you blink up at him, dazed, but you manage a weak nod. he kneels beside you, one of his hands hovering just above your wound, hesitating.

his touch is scorching, his quirk on the verge of slipping out of control, and he knows it. the last thing he wants is to hurt you more.

"fuck…" his breath comes out in a shaky exhale as he forces himself to calm down, though the fury in his eyes hasn’t diminished.

"you—you're so goddamn stubborn, you know that?" his voice wavers for a second, betraying the vulnerability he’s trying so hard to conceal.

you manage a faint smile despite the pain. "takes one to know one."

his lips twitch, almost forming a smile, but the moment is fleeting as the sound of movement snaps his attention back to the thug behind him. instantly, his entire demeanor changes.

his hand slips away from yours, blue flames surging to life once more, but this time, they’re different—brighter, hotter, more dangerous. the air around him pulses with a terrifying heat, and the ground beneath his feet begins to blacken.

"you think you can touch her and walk away?" dabi’s voice is venomous now, dripping with pure hatred. "I’ll burn you until there’s nothing left."

there’s no mercy in him anymore, no restraint. you can barely keep up with what happens next as he moves in a blur, his flames surging forward like a wildfire.

you can hear the thug’s screams as dabi unleashes the full force of his power, the blue fire consuming everything in its path.

the heat is suffocating, but you can’t look away. you’ve seen dabi angry before, but this is something else entirely.

this is him unhinged, relentless, the raw intensity of his emotions laid bare for the world to see. it’s terrifying and yet… there’s a twisted kind of beauty in it, in how fiercely he fights for you.

in minutes, it’s over.

the alley falls silent, save for the crackling of dying flames, and dabi stands amidst the ashes of what used to be the thug. his chest rises and falls heavily, his skin gleaming with sweat, but his eyes find you immediately.

without a word, he’s back at your side, kneeling down, his hand reaching for yours again. his fingers are still warm, but gentler now, as though he’s scared you’ll break under his touch.

"don’t you ever—" his voice is hoarse, ragged with emotion. "don’t you ever get hurt like that again."

there’s no teasing this time, no snide remark to hide behind. his grip tightens, not enough to hurt but enough to let you know just how much this is affecting him.

he doesn’t want to say the words, doesn’t want to admit just how deep you’ve gotten under his skin, but it’s there, in the way he holds onto you like he’s scared you’ll slip away.

you give his hand a gentle squeeze, offering him the only comfort you can in that moment. "I’m okay, dabi."

his jaw clenches, and he shakes his head. "you’re not. and that’s the problem."

for a moment, he just sits there, staring down at your intertwined hands. his flames have finally receded, the heat dissipating, leaving only the cool night air around you both.

when he speaks again, his voice is quieter, almost vulnerable. "I can’t—" he stops himself, frustration flashing across his face as if the words themselves are too hard to say. "I can’t watch you get hurt. not you."

it’s not an outright confession, but it’s close. as close as dabi can get. and in the way his hand trembles slightly in yours, in the way his gaze softens, just for you, you realize that maybe that’s enough.

for now.

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[actuallysaiyan]

You Could Have Have Anyone You Want, Why Would You Want To Be With Me?

warnings: Post-Shibuya, mentions of scars, smut, insecurities, JJK Spoilers, unprotected sex/creampie finish word count: 1.4k pairings: Post-Shibuya!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: your husband feels so insecure since surviving the Shibuya Incident, he doesn't understand why you'd stay with him...so you remind him of just how much you truly love him.

Your heart is breaking every time you look at your husband. Ever since the Shibuya Incident, he’s been a shell of a man. You know it’s really affected him and made him feel so useless and vulnerable. He feels like a burden on you.

But it doesn’t take long for you to begin missing physical intimacy with him. He’s healed up well thanks to Shoko’s technique, but there are still some scars and he’s got a weak leg and he can’t see perfectly well out of his left eye. He doesn’t think he looks good at all, despite the fact that he still looks so picturesque and gorgeous as he always has.

One night as he’s winding down after a day at the office, you find yourself feeling even more needy than usual. You want to crawl onto his lap and press soft kisses all over his face and chest. There’s a part of you that is so scared to initiate anything. Still, you want to show him you still love him just as much as before.

So after a warm shower and lots of skincare, you throw on one of Kento’s t-shirts and you go snuggle up next to him on the couch. The minute he sees you, his eyes widen. There’s a dusting of pink on his cheeks that gives him that perfect boyish charm you’ve come to fall for.

“Hi, sweetheart.” You coo softly, your hand coming up to caress his cheek.

He slides away, “Are you comfortable?”

You sigh softly, turning away so he doesn’t see just how upset you are. He feels something stirring inside of him, but he thinks there’s just no way you’d ever want to be intimate with him ever again. His heart aches at the thought of you growing bored of him and finding someone new.

“Yes, I’m comfortable.” You scoot closer, your hand gently brushing down his arm.

His heart skips a beat as he realizes what you’re trying to do. He can’t help but think this has got to be out of pity. How could you possibly think he’s attractive? He takes your hands in his and then gently places them on your lap.

“Please, I don’t…I don’t think I can handle the thought of you touching me out of pity.”

Your mouth hangs open as your jaw drops. How could he possibly think that was the reason you were touching him? It’s been months since you’ve been able to place your hands adoringly on his skin. It’s been months since he’s been deep inside of you, head on your chest and panting for more of you even if he’s as deep as can be.

“Why would you dare say something like that?” You snap, your words coming out harsher than you’d like.

Kento hesitates, “B-because…there’s just no way you could still find me attractive.”

His hands gesture towards his damaged eye, the littering of scars on that side of his body and his lame leg. Tears well up in your eyes as you settle on your knees on the couch. You can’t help yourself as you begin to cry.

“Kento Nanami, I have been in love with you since the day I met you. Just because you were injured gravely doesn’t stop me from loving you and thinking you're attractive.” You take a deep breath, “It has been months since we’ve had sex and I just…I just miss my husband so much.”

It’s Kento’s turn to begin to cry. You’ve hardly ever seen him cry. Maybe a few times since you’ve known him, and this was different from the times you’ve seen before. He’s so vulnerable right now, and you can tell he’s scared to lose you.

“I–I didn’t know what to think. My darling, I worried that maybe you’d grow tired of a damaged old man like me,”

You don’t even know what to say, so instead you wrap your arms around him softly and you begin pressing kisses all over his face like you wanted to. His cheeks grow hotter, and more tears stream down his face. He’s so happy to feel this love and affection again.

“I just feel like a monster every time I look in the mirror,”

This comment breaks your heart even more. You cup his face in your hands and you press your lips to his. It’s soft, loving and so tender. When you pull away, you press your forehead to his. In a soft tone, you whisper the sweetest words of love and praise for this man before you.

“You aren’t a monster. You are a hero, my love. And I am so happy I have you here with me. I am so grateful I get to live another day with you every time we wake up together in bed.”

He gasps softly at your words. He’s blushing even more now than ever. Then you gently take his hand and bring it under the hem of the shirt you’re wearing. He grunts softly when his fingertips brush against your soft pubic hair. He doesn’t need more guidance than this; he knows what to do next.

“You still think I don’t find you sexy? Cause I really do.” You coo softly, leaning in to kiss him as his fingers tease your swollen nub.

Kento continues his ministrations, his own cock beginning to harden in his pants. It doesn’t take long before he’s sliding off the sweatpants he’s wearing to show you the hardened member that’s just begging to be sucked, kissed and stroked. You notice there’s a portion of his cock that’s thicker than the rest; it’s scar tissue. 

“I think my pretty husband needs some love, don’t you?” You tease him, getting ready to kneel before him. But he surprises you by grabbing you by the waist and pulling you onto his lap.

“Can’t wait, need you now,”

He lifts up your shirt and helps you out of it, tossing it to the corner of the room. He holds you up; the testament of his strength is still very apparent to you. Then with one quick thrust up into you, he’s balls deep inside. You’re both panting and moaning as your walls flutter around him.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking big,” you whine as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. You take no time to begin pressing kisses to the scarred skin there.

He chuckles, “Yeah? Feel good?”

You nod dumbly as he begins bouncing you on his cock, “Feels so fucking good.”

The feeling of your lips on his scarred skin makes him shudder. The sensations of your tight little cunt gripping on his dick make him grunt and growl; the feeling of possessiveness comes crashing over him,

“You’re all mine,” He grunts in your ear before nipping at the lobe. “Mine, all mine.”

You cling to him, your little hands holding onto him as he fucks himself up into you. Every thrust of his cock sends you closer and closer to the Earth-shattering orgasm you’re so desperate to feel.

He pulls you in for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. He knows his own orgasm is imminent, so he needs to work fast if he wants you to come undone along with him. His hand comes up to your mouth, and he shoves two of his fingers in.

“Wet those fingers, baby. Do it for me,”

You don’t even hesitate to begin sucking on his fingers. You moan around them, your tongue gliding over the long digits. Then he pulls them from your mouth, only to press them against your swollen nub that’s been begging for attention. Faster and faster he rocks his hips, his other hand steadying you by your hip. You’re moving in tandem as you work towards the same goal.

“Fuck I love you,” Kento pants. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry for the shit I said…”

You kiss him lovingly, “I love you too. I forgive you.”

The coil in your stomach is tightening more and more, and soon it snaps. Stars dance in your vision as you cry out his name desperately. The pleasure builds more and more as your orgasm courses through your body. You can barely hold yourself up as it becomes a blinding heat in your body. Kento’s struggling to hold on, your gummy walls are just milking him for everything he’s got.

“Gonna…oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” He growls, holding you down against him as he bucks his hips wildly.

Ropes of hot, thick cum begin to coat your insides and fill your waiting womb as Kento succumbs to the pleasure of his own release. He’s growling and grunting; words that are both possessive and sweet tumble from his soft lips. Then he slows himself, still holding you down against his body.

“My precious love,” he whispers softly. You slowly open your eyes. “I’m sorry I ever doubted your love. I’ll never think of it that way again. I’ll never take it for granted.”

[lustlovehart]

Cease The Blaze

A/n: Takes place a little after “Scarlet In Black”.

Summary: [Yandere] Blade isn’t so sure anymore whether or not you are safe anymore, not even from yourself. It brings a question to his mind, should he try to save you? Or should he watch as you crumble by your own hand? He already knows the answer, and it’s definitely not the latter.

Warnings: Reader is wounded, Possessiveness on Blades part, Burning, Implied Imprisonment, Kinda angsty, Blade desperately wants to protect reader but doesn’t know how anymore

Blades eyes stare the deepest holes into your soul, his fingers wrapping the once pristine white bandages around your chest, his fingers grazing against bare skin, leaving a tingly feeling through your nerves.

"You really didn't have to do this Blade, I could've-" His fingers tighten significantly, though you don’t think he was trying to hurt you. “Gh..! I could’ve wrapped myself up…”

“No, you don’t need too. I’m doing it.” You don’t reply to him, only looking down at his hands as they worked, you didn’t dare to look into his eyes, they’d just serve as a further means to shrink down in embarrassment. When he finally finishes bandaging your wounds back up, he sits right next to you on the rock he made you rest on.

It was night where you were rested, the fire that laid in front of you burning a brilliant flame, it’s too bad you should never touch it.

“So, I thought you were in another solar system… Do you have some sort of third sense for me specifically?” Your eyes finally make contact with his own, smiling a little in hopes of lightening the tense mood with a joke.

Majority of the time he just looks at you, but there are a few instances where you can notice a tiny little quirk in his lips. You guess that isn’t one of those times though, with the way he replies in his usual straight face.

“If that’s what you wanna call it.”

“So you’re admitting to just magically knowing when i’m in danger?”

He lets out a firm ‘mm’ sound to the question. You assume he’s only agreeing to stop you from asking anymore, but even then it makes you laugh a tiny bit.

“Don’t know whether or should be creeped out or thankful? Kinda comforting knowing i’ll have you come rescue me whenever I need it.” For a moment you notice Blades eyebrows furrow, the moment once more going back to a stifling aura.

In his own mind, he finally thought about it, he had been too preoccupied with the feeling left in his chest to notice it himself, what happens when he can’t come to your aide? What if someone else caused harm to you and he couldn’t stop it. No, perhaps even worse, what if you cause your own demise?

After he had finally found something in his eternal damnation he enjoyed, is he really willing to let it go that easily?

“Not always. Don’t be so naive with your thinking. I’m not an aeon who will be the back of a chair you can easily lean on. What happens to you when you lay back and there is nothing to keep you from falling?”

“Wha…? What are you talking about…?”

“You fall [Name]. You fall and get hurt.”

You’re not too sure on how to reply to him, so you go back to gazing at the sparks of the blaze. A few minutes pass by, no maybe not even a few, half an hour had went on, neither of you speaking a word.

The inferno dimmed slightly, yet the fire felt even hotter than it did before. Your palms reach out without even thinking, finally feeling the burn before Blade bandaged had firmly grabbed onto your wrist.

“Do not touch that.”

“I wasn’t going to…”

The two of you don’t say anything else, your eyes only making contact with the inferno again. It was no longer as pretty as it once was, in fact, all it did was burn your eyes. Not Blades though, he wasn’t looking at the fire, he was only looking at you. Hesitantly, his hand grabs onto your shoulder pulling you in. His movements were stiff, yet you let him.

“I don’t want you to suffer.”

“What? Like-” you only stop yourself before talking more. ‘Like you?’ It was messed up, but you were starting to get sick of the vagueness in his words.

“Last time I saw you, you were covered in blood, not even a speck of your regular clothes could be seen. You shouldn’t worry about me being the one who’s ‘suffering’.”

“It’s blurred together, everything. The only thing that isn’t fogged by scarlet in my memories is my past.”

“Why don’t you revisit that past then?”

“That it is no longer there for me to revisit.”

Hot. The fire is burning you again. You blink a couple of times looking back at the man, no, the weapon perhaps?

“I have something else in front of me that isn’t tattered in bloodshed, I’m not willing to loose that.” He pulls out a red ribbon from his side, taking care in wrapping it around your wrist, the color reminds you off his eyes, and it smelled faintly of strawberries. When he finishes it up, he had shaped it into a tiny bow on your wrist, it’s kinda cute.

“What did you mean by ‘not willing to loose that?’ By the way? Is it another one of your cryptic sayings?”

“No. I mean it truly this time.”

For once in the moment, he doesn’t look at you, while all you did was look at him, confusion littered around you face.

After than neither of you spoke a word, until you dozed off, the last thing in your vision being the way the fire had went out, as if it had never been there, the only remains of it being the ashes it left in its wake. Blades calloused hands were still on your body, like before, he feared if he let go for even a moment you would be gone too.

Carefully he lifts you up, carrying you through the plain of nature that had surrounded you. In moments like this, he would always return you to the comfort of your bed, never leaving a trace of him behind for you to find.

“So Bladie, are you finally gonna bring them along with us? It has been a thought of yours for awhile has it not?” Her voice was undoubtedly the most recognizable thing about her, that and her blank eyes that always seemed to hold no fear. “The night I was waiting for you two, I expected you to bring them along right then. Why now hmmm?”

“They’re not safe. That won’t work.”

“I thought it would be their choice whether or not that was okay.”

“No. I want them to stay. If it means keeping them away from themself even, i’ll do it.”

His footsteps clank against the steel floor of the Stellaron Hunters ship, Kafka following close behind.

“Is that enough for you Bladie?” Her tone is of the usual, a bit condescending and playful, yet it makes him pause, if even for just a brief moment.

“If it means even a minutes escape from my suffrage.” She smiles at him, closing her eyes as they continue strolling through.

She knows what he said isn’t true. It won’t take long before his greed for you takes over, craving for more of your warmth as he starves for whatever you can give him. Maybe if he had taken you sooner it wouldn’t hurt so bad to watch you reach for home in front of him.

When you wake all you’ll remember is the way the fire had felt, the final feeling of the outside you can ever feel for yourself. In your last moments, you wished you had touched that flame, even if it meant being burnt.

———

Gonna be completely honest, I actually don’t enjoy the way this came out, but i wanted to highlight the softer side Blade has for Reader? While also showing how much he wants to keep them in his life. It definitely could’ve been better, but if it’s that bad, i’ll just rewrite it another time.

[moonsaver]

Good day moon! Okay I normally don't do asks when it comes to yandere cause it's not my usual thing but seeing the last post you made of Yan!Sunday and his darling, that one where he just desperately wants to have that normalcy in their relationship but couldn't ever have it because of what he's done, made me think of something rather angsty; like how the darling's backlashes against his affections would probably go turn for the worst as time passes on, they don't hate him in a sense because he's really trying hard to not make them hate him and they can see that his love is real (just really fucked up) but that deep urge to hurt the person who took their freedom away is still there, it wouldn't just go away just because he loves them so much that he wouldn't dare to break them. Oh that satisfaction on seeing Sunday looking so hurt after yelling at him, they know it doesn't make them any better than him but at that point, what else is there for them to lose? Maybe in hurting him so subtly, they may find some pity in themselves for him to actually give him some semblance of love but until then, all Sunday ever receives from them are either silent treatment or backlash

Such relationship could only thrive in the worst way possible and maybe Sunday knows that but even then, he still holds out that little (delusional) hope that maybe his darling will still love him someday

Sorry for the rant, it's just that I feel for Sunday but his method will never work and it'll just deeply hurt him and his darling in the end asgfjgsfg also if it's alright, I'd request this but I'll leave it to you with how you write it, be it an imagine or anything else since I'm fine with it!

- Elys

Hello Elys! Im so sorry it took a long time for me to get to your request lol, tons of things got in the way but I remembered this request for a while.

In any case, I feel you've summed it up quite well!

Sunday isn't harsh or as brutal as I imagine him. Unlike my [i have to self advertise here, sorry HAHA] soft yan!blade, Sunday most likely wouldn't even need a bit of working around to be a softer yandere.

He's so loving, it's painful. His love is like despaired poetry for a lover who is still alive, just further than their reach. I imagine his love to be very tender, even as a yandere, if he doesn't become even softer.

And it's hard to convince him he's wrong – mainly because he already knows. But rather that's a bit distorted in his view; instead he thinks it's a wrongdoing against your nature as someone who wants to be free, but correct in the context of the situation rather than actually understanding it is absolutely wrong in general. And he doesn't budge. He's stubborn, almost infuriatingly. And instead of getting angry, I imagine he rather looks disappointed or disgruntled, which somehow does more damage/strikes more fear than anger.

And it's still heartbreaking; frustratingly for both of you, not just yourself.

You lash out, you scream, cry, wail, argue, relentlessly push and resist against him. it's your only way of getting back at him, you're sure as hell you're going to strike the hardest that way. And you relish the hurt you see in the eyes of your captor, but something more sympathetic tugs at you when you see his lovingly sad eyes. It's this cacophony of guilt, frustration, anger, and utter despair at the loss of your freedom. Sunday feels all of it, aswell, and you want to be relieved that he does – if it weren't for the fact he still wasn't letting you go.

He continually withholds your freedom from you. That single injustice to you is enough to weather your patience over time – your anger only burns hotter and hotter, pushing away any semblance of sympathy or reasoning, and it only hurts Sunday more, until you realise what you're doing, and quietly give in to sooth him for the time being. Just a little. Until that little injustice starts bothering you again. It's a toxic cycle.

And it hurts even more when Sunday tries to find normalcy in your relationship; he's trying so hard to be your lover, to hold you gently and bathe you with care, to dry you off and still love you after seeing you bare. He wants to come home and see you smile, be happy, elated that he's there, just as he feels when he sees you. But that's not what happens. His delusions and flimsy expectations are shattered the moment he steps into the dimly lit room, your form refusing to even look at him. The silence is strangely stronger than his hopes.

Anyways, that's all i can think of at the moment. I love angst yandere sunday time.

[arrowmance]

— 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

"would you then be kind enough to let me?" content: barbatos x gn! mc, repost!, fluff-ish, that specific moment before the famous "sick fic".

It was a normal day at RAD—so normal that you forgot you were isekai'd in this lovingly sinful of a place. One thing was strange, however: you were tired.

SO TIRED that it wasn't just getting concerning. It was simply suffocating.

With walking feeling like a chore alongside headaches forming with no particular reason. With how you groaned when you had to bring papers to the newspaper club even when it's just two printed documents, one side inked per sheet. With how your world spun in circles with no direction, on blurs and unblurs, sizzling on the heat you sensed from your tongue.

It caught you off-guard when you placed your finger on your lips, flinching at the sudden burst of flames as if all blood rushed towards the lower region of your face. Unusual.

You swore it shouldn't be.

You let your hand glide down your cheek, feeling the back of it against your neck and—

Oh.

OH.

The hand retracted itself.

You stare at the wall as you continue to process... That yes, you might have a fever.

Looking around the room, you frantically searched for something, anything to prove you're wrong. That's right, it's not a fever; today must be hotter than usual! Yes that made sense! [Not when the Devildom lacks a sun.]

You got up from your seat, putting back all your belongings in your bag. You needed to leave this place. With a groan and a hand along your hair, you begin walking out the class—

"Is something wrong, my dear?”

—or not. Fuck. You hope you heard the wrong voice.

That was a hallucination.

He is not behind you. That deeply sweet addicting voice's owner wasn't behind you.

That's right.

You took another step—

—You feel a cotton glove touch your shoulder, sending a jolt down your spine. He was behind you.

"You seem troubled," the voice spoke with a sigh. Even without seeing his face, you could tell that he was beyond disappointed with your gesture.

Akin to the tone he used when you overhead him scolding the young master. Out of courtesy, you turned around. Awkwardly facing the renowned butler.

"Hey Barbatos..."

This surely was an embarrassing moment. He squinted his eyes at you, observing your demeanour from head to toe. His frown had already shifted to a small smile, though Barbatos wasn't willing to excuse you just yet.

The latter bowed his head, removing the hand from your shoulder.

Was he frowning?

It was near difficult to notice any slight change in his poker face.

"How displeasing it is that you keep your worries to yourself..." he said. "Tell me, what's wrong, dear sheep?"

Always the caring butler; here to make sure that this academy's dearest human doesn't fall ill to what may concern them.

"Just..."

You had no choice, huh? He'll find out one way or another. But you also didn't want to directly tell him. Whatever emotion you felt earlier was replaced with a tinge of frustration.

"Can you lend me a hand?"

Barbatos perked up. "Oya?"

Drat. Flushed red while looking away.

"Just let me borrow your hand."

Was it weird to ask? Yes, but you had to. not only to inadvertently tell him about your situation, but to also make sure that your initial assumption was right. You could feel the heat getting worse by the second, the heart beating a tad bit faster.

Barbatos raised a brow, curious about your endeavors. It wasn't the oddest request he's ever heard, but it had surprised him to ask him at a time like this. Still, he wouldn't dare refuse you, going as far as to carefully remove the white gloves off his right hand.

"As you wish," Barbatos said, a glint of reassurance in his eyes. Whatever you need, he will gladly provide.

Feeling impatient, you grab his wrist in a flash. Your grip around it tight as you felt the back of his hand touching your neck.

"I'll just—!"

You were in panic mode, heart thumping at an exhilarating face. You felt like you needed space to breathe; space to cool off the burning sensation. Unbearable.

Barbatos' eyes widened upon feeling the heat inhibiting from your skin. Carefully, he moved his hand along your neck. A wave of concern breaking his carefully curated poker face.

"My..." he muttered, looking directly in your eyes. "You're burning."

As you were about to speak, Barbatos moved his hand away from your neck to other parts.

Both of your cheeks, your forehead, the sides of your head, all back and forth as he whispered murmurs of worry. "Darling, how long have you been feeling this?"

Still, you weren't able to answer the question when you just found out about it earlier. That didn't matter, with how Barbatos grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Allow me," Barbatos spoke with a determined look on his face.

Shushing you, he lets his other hand cling onto your shoulder. You couldn't help but feel... calm. Looking back at you, Barbatos leaned closer. "Please, my love. Allow me to take care of you."

Do you accept? Father forbids how you then have to deal with the rumors of the all-reserved butler having his hand around your neck while being alone in that classroom. Though, you shan't worry no more, his liege.

There was now a different sense of warmth circling in the pit of your stomach. Sure, the fever was getting a tad worse as it remained a second too long untreated, but it's... calming.

A warmth you sense in your darkest days. That warmth and serenity that he was willing to offer you.

Go rest, he'll eliminate any obstacle to your recovery— just as how you like it.

© 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 2024. do not copy, modify, or repost any work as your own.

[shaisuki]

Hello! I hope you are doing well ^^ Can I request for Sanzu Haruchiyo with a chubby reader where reader wants to try Ab riding but is too shy to tell him about this.

COME ALONG FOR A RIDE

SANZU HARUCHIYO X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── slight body insecurities, bonten sanzu, drugs, guns, smut, abs riding.

notes. i'm sorry it took a long for me to finish this. hope you like it. thank you!

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ you've been thinking about it a lot but never brought it up afraid of what he may think but sanzu is more than pleased to give what you desire.

“i can't give what you need pretty girl if you won't speak.” the scars in the corner of his lips animatedly move as it turned to one of his signature smirk.

his coat hanging into one of the expensive chairs. leaving him only in his usual formal suit. pale violet vest with matching slacks. his thumb and forefinger grasping your jaw to meet his green eyes gleaming with joy although a crazed one to be exact. his long lashes flattering in a elegant manner.

you sat in the bed, embarrassed. desire pooling between your legs as you rubbed your thick thighs together. the tight fitting dress hugging your plush body and considering how tighter it was than the usual and shorter. your little ministrations making the dress ride up exposing more of your skin to be considered immodest as what others may say but sanzu loves it.

after meetings with his executives followed by cleaning out the traitors of bonten, he sure deserves a reward. something to ease and relax him other than what his pills can do. his pretty baby waiting for him all dolled up for him to ruin.

tonight, he knows something is going on with that pretty head of yours. stealing glances from him time to time and the way your throat move from swallowing. he knows about you every minute more than you could ever know. doesn't mean he's not around he doesn't know anything what's going on with you.

you avert your gaze at him. you can't even make the words without looking at him. you want him so bad.

“speak up, doll.” he firmly orders to you and the words forced its way from your mouth.

“c—can i ride your abs for tonight?” you stutter. swallowing thickly and you look at him, afraid. your face felt hot and the tears making it's appearance in your eyelids. you should have never asked.

his grin grew wider from hearing your request. grasping your jaw tighter to look at him fully. his eyes gleams like a maniac, one you've seen often when he's killing traitors or those who dared to get closer to you.

“should've told me sooner, pretty girl.” his scars appearing wider than it already is from smiling.

even with the cool breeze coming from outside in one of the highest floor of the expensive hotel with the overview of city lights. you can't quell the desire growing stronger and hotter. naked in the bed, straddled in sanzu's hard abs. he lays there amused. his pink-colored hair splayed in the soft pillow, a huge grin plastered on his face while he watched you grind on his abs.

“h-haru...” you moaned out. your palms pressed in his chest. back arched while your hips back and forth to get that delicious friction. your clit throbbing every time it brushes with his firm muscles. the smooth skin of his abs adding stimulation that your thighs shakes from every movement.

“that's it, pretty. show me what you can do while you ride me, 'kay? make yourself cum and i'll reward you.” he praises and still have he smirk in his face doesn't disappear while you rode him. your slick drips and trails from the lines of his abs and if it wasn't filthy and hot he doesn't know what is.

your breasts squished between your arms and your tummy folds while it jiggles from the movement of your hips and your breathy moans occupying the space of the room. you face sweaty with a timid look coming from you. all the hard work and the troubles he dealt today disappearing slowly while you used him for pleasure. careful now, he thinks he might get addicted to this but he didn't care about it.

“you cumming for me, baby? s—shit, do it for me baby.” he rasps out, chuckling at your shaky form.

he buries the heel of his feet in the soft duvet. arching his back slightly for you to get the stimulation you needed as you get nearer from your edge. your hips grinding harder and your body jolts. your aching clit hitting the firm muscle. instinctively cupping your breast and rolling your hardened bud to prolong the delicious feeling that spread throughout your body.

“'m going to cum now, haru” you warned him. your hips rutting desperately and faster to his rock hard abs. “that's a good girl, cum for me now, pretty.”

and with a whine, grinding harder making your clit hit that same spot all over again you came in his abs. the clear, sticky liquid of your cum spreads messily to his stomach. you pant, recovering from the high and the strands of your hair sticks to your face.

you look at the man who granted you in indulging your desires for tonight. he looks contented, happy even and you're more than ready to please him whatever he wants for tonight.

“think you can ride me again, pretty?” you nod at his words in which he replied with a smirk. “this time in my cock.”

[leviismybby]

levi helping you fall asleep by eating you out 🤭

Mhmm anon mhmmm....

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Nsfw 18+, mdni, orgasm denial, just Levi devouring you, flith flith, filth

Was it a good idea to tell Levi that you couldn't sleep? No. Do you regret it now? Also no, not when he is kissing down your body, hand spreading your thighs open.

Levi kisses your navel, tugging at your pajama shorts to take them off of your body. Your hands are running through his soft raven locks, slightly pulling at them the more eager you get.

"Patience." He says as he looks at your underwear, smirking at the wet spot on the fabric. Kissing your pussy over your underwear, Levi sinks his teeth into the hem of your panties and pulls them down your legs with his mouth.

Kissing up your legs, he nibbles at the flesh of your inner thighs. "How are you this wet? I haven't fucking done anything yet..." He says against your skin, loving how you shiver at his words and tug on his hair.

"Levi please..." You whine, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on you. He places little pecks around your pussy before licking a stripe up your slit, his eyes looking at your face.

You were usually sleeping like a log during this hour but tonight was different, you twisted and turned for hours beofre Levi noticed, so he decided to help you....

Levi grunts at how you taste. "Your cunt is delicious, I can have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner." His tongue works against your wetness like he hasn't done this thousands of times beofre, it moves restlessly and harshly.

His jaw moves roughly, lapping at your walls. The noises his lips are making are lewd, so sp lewd that you're almost ashamed of them. "Levi!" You moan his name, pulling his head further between your legs.

Smirking, he spreads your thighs further apart, putting both of your legs over his shoulder. His mouth kisses, nibbles and licks your pussy like a man starved.

You grind your hips against his face as his tongue enters you, it feels so warm and wet and it makes you lose your mind. Levi grips your legs, loving how much pleasure he is giving you.

"Fuck. Wish I could just live between your thighs..." Levi says, groaning when he sees your cunt twitch. Your legs start to spasm when his mouth closes around your clit, sucking delicately.

"I'll ill-" Levi glares up at you, warning you with his eyes. "Don't you dare, not yet, baby." You throw your head against the pillow, hands messing up the perfect strands of his undercut.

Levi spreads your walls with his two fingers, getting a really good look at your pussy. "Oh fuck me..." He growls before spitting on it, the warm saliva sends a weird feeling of warmth and pleasure down your spine.

Gripping your thighs harder, Levi puts his mouth back on your cunt. His tongue is nowhere near gentle, it's a rude pace and the knot in your stomach becomes impossible to hold.

"Levi..I-i can't need to cum!" He hums against you in approval. "Give it to me. Cum." Your legs close around his head, and you cum without any problem. Levi doesn't remove his mouth from you, not until he is sure that all of your juices are running down his throat.

He parts his mouth from you, his spit connecting to your pussy, eyes filled with lust. Looking up at you he sees how heavy you're breathing, a beautiful blush accompanying your cheeks.

Your boyfriend smirks, kissing up your body before coming up to your face. He grips your jaw. "Open" and you do, you open your mouth. To Levi, there's nothing hotter than seeing how willing you are for him. He lets a string of saliva escape his mouth and dribble right onto your tongue.

With a smile, you swallow his spit, tasting yourself. "Such a dirty girl aren't you?" Your eyes start to close but Levi kisses you on the lips, he isn't entirely done yet.

"I'm not done with you..." He whispers, kissing your neck until he quickly between your thighs again. This time Levi spreads your legs wide enough for them to hurt a little but you don't as you get used to the position.

Without another word, his mouth is back to lap at your wetness, he is moaning against you, savoring you in every sense of the word.

The moans you're letting out are sinful and shameless but that is exactly what he wants. He absolutely wants to ruin you, make you completely stupid for him.

Two of his fingers plunge deep into you, immediately setting a fast pace. His other hand is pinning your hips down, making sure you stay still for him as he eats you out.

Your whole body feels like it's on fire and your head is spinning as Levi's mouth does marvels on your pussy, it's not gonna take long beofre you're cumming.

His fingers thrust hard and fast into your heat, his tongue flicking against your clit. He isn't getting tired at all, his stamina is untouchable.

"For fuck sake. You're gonna make me a madman with a pussy like this." Levi groans and the sound sends vibrations directly through you. It's an insane amount of pleasure.

You try to lift your his but fail as his strong hand holds them down, hid fingers nudging your spot, his lips claiming your pussy as his. A funny feeling starts to build up in hour stomach, this one is more intense the previous one.

And Levi feels it too as your pussy clenches around his two digits. Your head falls to the side, you scream his name, your body shakes and squirt all over him.

Levi was going to deny you again however seeing how well he made you feel was enough. "That's a good girl. Fuck." He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, his jaw dripping with your juices.

Your eyes start to close, you don't even have the energy to speak and Levi chuckles kissing your stomach. "Pretty sure you'll get some sleep now, baby."

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[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 7/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! - tiny bit of smut, Language,

Word Count: 1856

A/N: This is part 6 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Ben rolled his eyes in annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn't understand why you were always so curious and always had to know everything.

“I don’t fucking know, okay?”, he grumbled, letting his arms fall to his thighs and looking over at you. “At least not completely. You're not a Supe, that's for sure. However, I can't fucking tell you why you still have my V inside you. I know that I can turn others into Supes if I inject them enough of my blood. Depending on their DNA, they survive and become a Supe or, well, they fucking die. Until yesterday there was no in-between. And the cape-wearing pussy knows that too. I don't know if it's you, me, or both of us", Ben admitted in a relatively calm voice.

As he watched you, try to make sense of the whole thing, his thoughts began to drift too.

“But if I still have Compound V in me, then it must have an effect, right? It can’t flow through my veins without triggering something”, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you licked your lips thoughtfully.

Ben sighed, sliding further onto the bed and leaning his back against the headboard of his bed as he searched for a suitable answer for you.

“Do you feel different? Because you still smell the same. Supes have their own smell that comes from the V. Lightly mint and vanilla. Your heartbeat also stayed the same. Still much slower than mine”, with his arms crossed, he let his gaze wander from your face, down your body, to your chest, where he focused on your blood circulation.

“Not really”, you mumbled. “I feel the same as last week". Your gaze fell on your wrists and your veins there, which were a little bluer than usual under your skin.

“Then nothing happened. For whatever reason, I healed you without turning you into a supe. The V will definitely be gone from your body soon”. His eyes met yours again, causing a tightening feeling in your abdomen. Even though you couldn't tell why, your body reacted intense to the way he was looking at you. Suddenly the air became thicker, hotter. Your head became heavy, leaving only room for one thought: him. It took all of your self-control not to throw yourself at him, to press your lips to his and to press yourself against him so tightly that not even a piece of paper would fit between you. But where did this sudden strong attraction come from? Three days ago you had made a scene at him for daring to kiss you, and now his plum lips were taking over your thoughts. You imagined how they would feel on your skin. What he could do with them.

Breathing slightly heavily, you reflexively pressed your legs together and inhaled sharply as Ben continued to look at you with a smirk on his lips.

"I… don't know… Somehow I still have the feeling that… something is different", you murmur, barely audible.

Of course Ben didn't miss your tension. He knew he couldn't start a relationship with you, that you would never want something like that with him, but if you were sitting on his bed so willing and horny, obviously completely absorbed in his presence, he should at least try to fuck you again.

Once. Just once he wanted to know how you felt. Even if he could just take a quick little slip inside you, it would certainly be better than anything he had ever felt before.

His eyes darkened as he clenched his hands into fists, so tight that his veins stood out even more than usual. A sign of his hopeless attempt to hold on to himself. Not to attack you and scare you off again.

Your eyes darted to his hands, which were resting tensely on his thigh. Ben's breathing became heavier. So much heavier that you could hear it, even with your human hearing.

"C´mere. I’ll see if I can feel anything”, he murmured in a deep voice, waving you over. Without thinking, you scooted closer to Ben until your bent leg touched his on the mattress.

While he grabbed your wrist with one hand, his other hand slowly moved down your upper arm to your wrist where it stopped.

Ben would be lying if he said he didn’t like being so close to you. To feel your warm and soft skin under his rough fingers. Feel the heat you radiated. To hear your nervous, uneven breathing. To smell your… excitement.

His index and middle fingers pressed firmly against your wrist and he focused on the way your blood flowed beneath his fingers. Seconds passed before, without warning, he placed his heavy, large hand on your left breast. His finger touched your nipple, sending heat to your stomach and a blush to your cheeks. This unintentional little touch didn't go unnoticed by Ben, before his hand slid a little higher and rested directly over your heart.

Your heart was pounding like crazy against his huge palm. Ben's eyes were closed so he could concentrate better. He was so much better at it than all the other Supes. He could hear, smell, and feel things that Annie or Butcher wouldn't even begin to notice.

“It would be a lot easier if you would fucking relax”, Ben grumbled, putting a little more pressure on your chest, making you inhale sharply. Of course he knew what was going on with you, but refraining from a little teasing just wasn't in his nature.

“You’re fucking fine”, he removed his hand after a few seconds, opening his eyes and looking at you with an amused look. "All organs are fine, no injuries or abnormalities, well except the V of course and… tell me, dollface", he lifted your chin and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“How can you be so fucking horny and still say no to me?”.

Your breath hitched for a brief moment before you cleared your throat nervously. "I… I'm not".

Eyebrows raised, he leaned against the headboard of his bed and let his gaze wander over your body. “For real (Y/N)? You're so fucking wet, you're dripping”. His voice was at least an octave lower. As quick-witted as you normally were, his boldness caught you by surpriss. “Obviously not because of you”, you hissed slightly hysterically and wanted to get up, but Ben grabbed your forearm.

"Not?", he raised an eyebrow and quickly pulled you onto his lap with a strong tug, that your knees rested on the mattress on either side of his thighs. With his face only inches away, you could feel his hot breath on your lips. A scent of tobacco and vanilla enveloped you, shutting down the rational part of your brain. Ben's bright green eyes locked onto yours, leaving not even a hint of room to look anywhere else. Your heart was about to explode. Again.

“No, not at all”, you breathed, barely louder than a whisper against his lips.

You stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, drowning in each other's presence. But before Ben could even start anything, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips firmly to his.

As your lips met, Ben could feel the softness of your mouth against his own, a sensation that sent a rush of warmth through his entire body. Your breath mingled, creating a delicate dance of shared air between you. He gently parted his lips, inviting you to deepen the kiss, and felt a surge of excitement as you responded in kind. Your hands moved to cradle Ben's face, their touch both tender and electrifying. Your fingers traced the contours of his jawline, sending shivers down his spine, before tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Ben's heart pounded in his chest, as much as yours, the rhythm echoing in his ears as if it were the only sound in the world. Meanwhile, you were lost in a whirlwind of sensation. The warmth of Ben's lips against yours ignited a fire within, spreading through your veins like wildfire. Every brush of his tongue against yours sent sparks flying. Time seemed to stand still as the two of you kissed, your surroundings fading into obscurity as you both became lost in each other. It was as if the universe had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of pure bliss. Every touch, every caress spoke volumes, conveying emotions that words could never express.

There was a tenderness in Bens touch that caught you off guard. In that moment of intimacy, you realized just how gentle Ben could be, a side of him that you never have experienced this strong. You had always known Ben as someone who exuded strength and confidence, but now, as you felt the softness of his kiss, you saw a vulnerability in him that you never had imagined. His touch was gentle yet passionate, a delicate balance that spoke volumes. It was as if Ben had unlocked a side of himself that he had kept hidden away, reserved only for someone who truly understood him. And as you melted more and more into his embrace, you couldn't help but marvel at the depth of emotion that flowed between you two.

After a few minutes you could feel Ben's kisses becoming more and more passionate and, above all, more demanding. As he pulled you closer to him with a tight, almost painful grip, you could feel his erection under the thin material of your pants. He pressed rock hard against your wet and hot pussy, you clenched around nothing. You were so damn aroused but as Ben's heavy hands, slowly moving under your shirt and down your back, you got pulled you out of your shared bubble. “B…Ben”, you murmured into his mouth, only receiving a “Mmmm”, muffled by your lips. Your breathing became heavier, signaling Ben that you needed some air, which made him move his lips down your jawline. Between the ecstasy and the nervousness, it was hard for you to think clearly. “Ben… please… I… don’t”, you whispered over and over again between breaths.

And when Ben pulled away, he looked into your eyes that were almost full of fear. "What?", he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

Just as Ben was about to close the mere inch gap between your lips, you grabbed his wrist by your hip and pulled it away. “I… should go”, you whispered, more to yourself than to him. Your voice shook with emotion as you slid off his lap and out of bed quicker than planned.

"Oh come on!", Ben rolled his eyes and raised both arms. Clearly annoyed.

With bright red cheeks, you half turned to him and looked at him apologetically. "It was… stupid of me. I'm sorry", you mumbled before leaving him alone.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 8

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[inkmonster21]

Hearts Across the Divide

7.) The Feeling is… Right

Noa x Fem!Human!Reader

Series Masterlist

~oOo~

It had been a couple of days since you had kissed Noa at the waterfall at night. You couldn’t help but regret the decision. You feel as if you have crossed a line. And now you don’t know where it left the two of you.

You walk the trail to the waterfall with sweaty hands. Twisting the worn strap of your bag with each step. What if he’s not there? What if you never see him again? You probably scared him off with the kiss.

Noa was sitting on a nearby large rock by the waterfall when you arrived.

He was deep in thought, his mind distracted. He was still thinking about the kiss from a few days ago. Noa had mixed feelings. On one hand, he was intrigued by it but on the other he was confused. As he was lost in thought, he suddenly noticed you approaching. He tried to stay calm but his heart began to beat a little faster.

You smiled at him softly. Sober and sharp now, you regret your drunken behavior sensing how thick the air was now. “Hi.”

Noa smiled back, his heart still beating a little bit faster. He noticed that you seemed more serious than usual. Noa patted the spot next to him on the large rock, signaling you to sit with him.

You sit silently, nervously staring down at the rushing water. Your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

Noa could sense that something was off about your behavior. You weren't acting like your normal self. Something was weighing on your mind and he was curious to find out what it was.

Noa looked at you with concern in his eyes, but before he had a chance to speak, you spoke first.

"Why haven't you said anything about what happened the other night?" Noa's heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what you were referring to. Noa didn’t know what to say. He smiled at the memory. He wanted to do it again. But he didn’t know the appropriate time to really how to accomplish such an intimate act.

Noa looked down at his hands, fidgeting with a small pebble on the ground. He didn't quite know how to answer your question. He didn't know how to put his thoughts into words.

"I do not know," he said softly, still looking down at the pebble. "But I can tell it is… upsetting you. You have been acting differently." He looked up and met your gaze, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of uncertainty.

You don’t dare look at him. You may break if you do from rejection. “I… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You say quickly. “We can forget it, Noa. Like it never-“ Noa interrupted, “No.” he grabs your hand in his large one. “I… liked it.”

Your heart skipped a beat as Noa interrupted you and grabbed your hand. You could feel the warmth of his touch and it sent a shiver down your spine. “You did?" you asked, finally looking up and meeting his gaze.

Noa held your hand tighter, his heart beating faster. "Yes," he said firmly, making sure you knew how serious he was. "I liked it... a lot."

Noa leaned in inches away from you now, looking intently into your eyes. The desire to kiss you again was overwhelming for him, and you couldn't deny that you wanted it just as badly.

"Please," he whispered, his breaths soft against your skin, "do it again."

Heat builds on your face, fire engulfs your body, and Noa can feel it. The fire between the two of you grows even hotter, and he can't get enough of it. He reaches up and tenderly cups your face in his hand, gently pulling you closer to him.

As your lips softly brush together, Noa can't help but feel a rush of emotion. He deepens the kiss, the fire between them becoming even more intense. His hand still cupping your face, his fingers gently tracing the curves of your jawline as he continues the kiss, wanting more.

The kiss grows even more passionate, Noa's desire for you consuming him. He felt his feelings for you growing stronger with each passing moment. Noa pulled you closer, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, needing to feel you even closer. His heartbeat quickened as their bodies pressed against each other.

As you pull away to catch your breath, he gazes at you with a mixture of desire and intensity in his eyes. He can see the emotions on your face, but he can't quite read them. You're breathing heavily, and your eyes are hooded, making him wonder what's going through your mind.

“What is… this?” Noa asks, confused about the action. You rest your foreheads together. “It’s called a kiss. I think we’re doing it right.” You laugh at your words. Unsure of actions.

Noa smiles at your words, feeling some of the tension in his body ease as you laugh. He's still a bit bewildered by the situation, but your laughter helps to soothe his worries.

He leans in again, gently resting his forehead against yours. He takes a deep breath, letting the moment sink in and savoring the feeling of being close to you.

"I... I don't understand… this," he says honestly, his voice strained. "But I do know that... I like it. I like being with you. I like.. us together.” Noa's sincerity washes over you, making your heart flutter. You can hear the genuine emotion in his voice as he struggles to explain his feelings.

"I just know that it feels... right."

Noa glanced over at Sun Eagle, noticing the bird perched nearby. He had heard the stories too. Eagles have the ability to find your mate for you, and he couldn't help but feel like the bird was watching him and you with a sense of approval. He looked back at you, feeling more certain of his feelings. He wanted to be with you, to be your mate, to be together forever.

Noa speaks, unsure of his words. “I would like you to come… meet the Eagle clan.” Your eyes widen in surprise at Noa's words. He wants you to meet the Eagle Clan?

"You... you want me to meet the Eagle Clan?" you ask, unable to hide the shock and excitement in your voice. The gravity of the situation hit you. This was a huge step. Not only were you about to meet the Eagle Clan, but you'd be walking there side by side with Noa. In front of other apes. Challenging their ways.

Noa picked up on your nervous excitement and smiled warmly at you. "Don't worry," he said, his voice soft and comforting. "I'll be there with you…We will face it together… like everything from now on."

Doubts crept in, “I’m human, Noa. What if…” your mind starts creating awful situations. Your village was used to you. You’d be there for years. But entering a clan that only had bad interactions with humans was questionable. Noa could sense your doubts and fears rising to the surface. He had his own. He knew that the Eagle Clan had a troubled past with humans and he couldn't blame you for being worried.

He put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, trying to calm your worries. "Eagle Clan's history with echos is difficult. But they will see that you are different. That you are good and kind. That you mean a lot to me."

Noa's decision to start small and introduce you to Anaya and Soona first was a smart move. He knew his friends would be understanding and supportive, and they would help bridge the gap between you and the Eagle Clan.

As the sun began to place itself high in the sky, Noa placed a gentle hand on your waist and gave you a reassuring smile.

"Tomorrow… I will introduce you to Anaya and Soona," he said, his voice filled with excitement and a hint of nervousness. "They will like you."

You tease, “Not as much as you I hope.” Noa chuckled at your playful remark, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He couldn't help but tease you back.

"You're right," he said, pulling you closer to him. "Not like you as much… as I do."

Noa smiled softly as he pulled away, his heart racing from the kiss.

He was reluctant to separate from you, but he knew it was just for a few hours. He would see you again in the morning. "I will see you tomorrow," he said softly, his eyes locked onto yours.

Noa found Anaya and Soona sitting near their huts, chatting amongst themselves. He walked over to them, a big smile on his face, barely able to contain his excitement.

"Anaya! Soona!" he called out as he approached. "I need to talk to you!" Anaya and Soona looked up at Noa as he approached, noticing the excitement in his voice and the twinkle in his eyes. "What is it, Noa?" Anaya asked curiously, a slight smile playing on his face.

Noa places his hands on his friend’s shoulders the bright smile unwavering. “Sunrise. Come with me to the falls. I have someone for you to meet.” Anaya and Soona exchanged a quick, curious glance, puzzled by Noa's cryptic message.

"Someone we need to meet?" Soona asked, her voice filled with curiosity. "Who is it?" Noa looks at her with a smile, speaking your name, “She’s… special to me.” He says softly.

Anaya and Soona's eyes widened at Noa's words. They could see the way his face lit up at the mention of your name. Clearly, you were someone important to him.

Anaya smirked at him, a knowing smile. "Special to you, huh?" she teased, nudging Noa playfully. Soona smiles widely. “This is where you have been sneaking off to? For months?”

Noa rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed. She hoots adding, “We had a feeling you were up to something, Noa. You were acting suspiciously."

Noa can’t help the smile. “You will like her… just be… open-minded… for me.” Soona's curiosity increased even more as Noa asked them to be open-minded. Anaya, sensing the weight of Noa's words, spoke up next. "We will be, Noa. We trust you," he reassured him.

Noa couldn't deny the uncertainty surrounding your species. The fact that you were human would be a challenge for the Eagle Clan to accept.

He knew that introducing you to them would be a huge risk, but his feelings for you were strong, and he was willing to take that risk.

As you return to the village, you have Noa's scent lingering on your skin. It's a strange but comforting feeling, to have his scent with you when if he could not be. You can't help but smile to yourself, feeling a sense of happiness and excitement about what's to come tomorrow.

“Hey, Lou.” You pass Loui and he immediately turns his head to you. “What’s that smell?” You stop in your tracks as Loui turns to you. You try to play it cool, "What smell?" you ask, a small smile forming on your lips.

Loui takes a strand of your hair and sniffs it, his curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar scent.

He looks at you with a puzzled expression, "This smell... it's not from the village.” Loui looks into your eyes, “who were you with?”

You scoff and turn to walk away, “you’re delusional, Loui.” Loui grabs your wrist gently, preventing you from walking away. He looks at you with a mix of concern and irritation.

"I'm not delusional, I can smell it on you!” he exclaims. “Who were you with?” he repeats, his voice growing a bit stern.

Keli runs over in defense, “She was alone, Loui!” Loui turns to look at Keli, annoyance clear on his face. "I know what I smell… someone not from village.”

Keli steps closer to you, clearly trying to defend you. "I saw her… She was alone," she insists, her voice firm.

Mother approaches the group, noticing the tension in the air and the concern on everyone's faces. “Something wrong, children?”

Loui turns to her, his gaze shifting from you to her. "I don't know, Mother," he says with a hint of frustration. "I can smell other ape's scent on her… it is not from the village."

Mother's concern deepens as she turns to look at you. "Is this true?" she asks gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. You look away, feeling targeted. “It’s… I just ran into some apes as they were passing through.”

Mother looks at you with a mixture of concern and doubt. She can sense that you're not telling her the whole truth.

"Passing through?" she repeats, her voice filled with skepticism. "Which apes? From which clan?" “Does it matter? It wasn’t our land. It was across the river.” Loui’s eyes narrow slightly at your answer, still sensing that you're withholding. “I chased an ape across the river. Riding on horseback.”

You brush it off, “so?” Loui's irritation flares up at your nonchalant response. "These apes could be dangerous. We don't know if they're hostile. You could get hurt! Apes and human do not exist outside of our village. they would not understand.”

You roll your eyes at him, muttering under your breath. “Some apes understand just fine.” Loui catches the muttered remark and his irritation grows. "What was that?" he demands, taking a step closer to you. “Nothing.” Loui doesn't believe you, but before he can say anything else, Mother interrupts.

"That's enough, both of you," she says firmly, her voice authoritative. "Loui, I understand your concern, but you need to trust her to handle herself."

Loui storms off, still frustrated and suspicious. Keli rolls her eyes and follows after Loui. Mother turns to you, a mix of concern and understanding in her eyes.

"Are you sure you are okay?" she asks softly. You avoid her gaze. “Yes. I’m great.” Mother's eyes search yours, trying to gauge your emotions. She can tell that there's more going on than you're letting on.

But she also knows you well enough to know that you'll tell her when you're ready. So, she gently places a hand on your shoulder and gives it a comforting squeeze.

Over the past few months, Mother has noticed a change in you. She could see the happiness in your face, the spring in your step. It was different, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

But she loved seeing you so happy, so she let it be. She didn't want to pry too much or disturb the peace and joy you seemed to have found.

You lean into her motherly touch. “Would you brush my hair?” You ask. A simple pastime from your younger years. Immediately, a wave of nostalgia washes over Mother. She remembers all the times when you were younger, sitting between her legs as she ran the brush through your hair. Those happy memories bring a soft smile to her face.

"Of course, dear," she replies, her voice gentle and motherly. "Come."

Mother runs the brush through your hair, her touch firm yet gentle. The smell of the rose water, mixed with the fire's low glow, creates a soothing and comforting atmosphere. You couldn’t help but feel the need to speak of Noa. If he was open to introducing you, then it was only fair to do the same.

“Mother?”

"Yes, darling?" she replies, continuing to brush your hair. The gentle sound of the brush passing through your locks fills the room.

“Remember when I asked you about love?” Mother smiles at your question, recalling that moment from the past. "Of course I do," she replies, her voice warm. Mother's words echo in your mind, describing the feeling of being loved. Her description of love matches perfectly with the way you feel around Noa.

“I have found someone.” Your eyes drift to your aged novel. The heated emotions flush your cheeks. Noa made you question everything, but with Noa, you were so willing to dive into the unknown.

Mother's smile widens, and a hint of curiosity sparks in her eyes. She can see your flushed cheeks and the way your eyes drift to your novel. She can see that you're deeply affected by your feelings for Noa.

"You have?” She asks, stopping the brush. A beat of silence before she speaks, “Ape, or Human?” That question stills you. You didn’t know what the right answer would be. “Ape.” You say softly.

Mother smiles, she hums softly, her brush continuing to run through your hair. “Tell me about him.”

You smile at the glowing fire. “He’s unlike any other ape I’ve met.” Mother listens intently as you speak about Noa, her smile growing as she hears the love shine through your words.

“He must be quite special then." “He is. Brave.” You recount his tale of freeing his clan from Proximus. “He’s a leader.” You say quietly. Loui would not be pleased to know you had fallen for an ape, no less a clan leader.

Mother's eyebrows raise slightly at your words. A leader? That was certainly unusual, considering your species. "A leader? What clan?” She muses, the brush still gliding through your hair.

“The Eagle Clan.”

Mother's eyes widen in surprise, her brush faltering for a moment. "The Eagle Clan..." she repeats, the brush resuming its movement. “That’s... quite a powerful clan."

You turn to her, “You know of them?” Mother nods, her expression becoming more serious. "Yes, I do. My mother was from Eagle Clan.” She continues to brush your hair slowly, her mind working as she processes this new information.

With this new information, everything seems even more connected. You and Noa’s love story appears more and more intertwined. Mother continues to brush your hair, her thoughtful silence speaking volumes.

“Why did she leave?” Mother's expression softens a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"She found her mate… my father," she replies quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes, life doesn't go as planned...". She continues to brush your hair, her thoughts lost in the past. The faint flicker of the fire casts dancing shadows on the walls, creating a soothing ambiance.

You watch the flames dance, the warm light illuminating your face. The feeling of hope and possibility fills your chest as you consider everything. But deep down, despite the connection, you can't deny the truth...you're human. And that reality casts a shadow of uncertainty over your newfound love.

“Does he… love you?” Your mother asks. You turn to look at your mother, her question striking a deep chord within you.

"I... I think he does," you say softly, a mixture of hope and doubt clouding your mind. "I can feel it in the way he looks at me, the way he touches me... But I can't shake the feeling that being human might ruin everything."

She hums, knowing how hard it was here to integrate you into their village even as a child. “If it is meant to be… it will be.” She reminds you as she did when you were a child. “Different on the outside… but same in here.” She points to your heart. Despite the differences on the outside, you and Noa were alike on the inside.

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

The Fall

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: You have a fall. It doesn't go over well. Warnings: Angry James and Sirius, I guess Series Masterlist

James is sitting by the fire in your room, engrossed in a book. The warm light from the flames dances across his face, casting flickering shadows that emphasise the intensity of his focus. He's completely absorbed, oblivious to anything but the words before him. The soft crackle and pop of burning wood fills the air, adding to the peaceful atmosphere.

You're by the window, looking out at the darkened grounds of Hogwarts. The ache in your legs is familiar, like an old friend you'd rather not have. But tonight, it seems more insistent than usual, a demanding presence that refuses to be ignored. You know better than to push yourself, especially with James here. But the stubborn part of you—the part that has always refused to accept limitations—decides to walk from the window to your bed. It's a routine task, one you've done countless times before, and always managed on your own.

Your fingers curl around the edge of the table for support as you push yourself up. For a moment, you sway slightly, your balance uncertain. But then you find your footing and begin to move, one slow step at a time. Each footfall sends a jolt through your body, making your muscles scream in protest. You grit your teeth against the pain, determined to make it to your destination without assistance.

The distance between the window and the bed feels longer than ever, but you're halfway there when your foot catches on something—a rug, perhaps, or maybe just air. Whatever it is, your heart lurches as you feel yourself falling.

The impact is jarring, a sharp reminder of the gravity you so often like to ignore. You hit the ground with a thud that echoes through the room and into your bones. Pain radiates from your hip where it met the unforgiving floor. You suck in a breath, trying to steady the world that spins around you.

The fall isn't the worst you've experienced—not by far—but there's something different about this one. It's not just the physical discomfort; it's the humiliation, the sting of failure amplified by the knowledge that James was watching. Your face burns hotter than any pain could cause as you press your cheek against the cool wood floor, wishing for once that you could simply disappear.

"Y/N!" James' voice cuts through the haze of pain and embarrassment. The book he'd been reading lies forgotten, pages curling slightly in the heat of the fire. He's on his feet now, every line of his body rigid with tension.

You don't need to see him to know how he's standing—shoulders squared, fists clenched at his sides. It's a posture you recognise, but it feels out of place without a wand pointed threateningly ahead or a quaffle tucked under an arm. This is the stance of someone ready for a fight, yet here he is, trapped in a war with no clear enemy.

James takes a step toward you, then stops. His hands hover uncertainly in the air, caught between the instinct to help and the understanding that your independence is sacred ground. But even from your position on the floor, you can see the anger simmering beneath his concern—the same anger that flashes behind his eyes whenever Snape crosses a line or when rules stand in the way of what's right.

With effort, you push yourself up onto your elbows, ignoring the flare of pain that shoots through your side. "I'm fine," you say, more to reassure yourself than him. Your words are muffled against the wooden planks, barely audible above the crackling fire.

But James hears them, and though his hand retreats, his gaze doesn't waver. "No, Y/N, you're not." His voice is low, almost dangerous—a tone you've only heard directed at those who dare threaten his friends.

"Look at you!" James explodes, his words sharp and accusing. "You could've hurt yourself even worse—or what if you'd hit your head? You're so bloody reckless sometimes, Y/N."

His anger is a living thing in the room, crackling like the fire that casts long shadows across his face. But instead of shrinking away from it, you meet it head-on, rising to your knees despite the protest of your body.

"This is my life, James," you retort, voice hoarse but steady. "It's been this way for my entire life. I know how to handle myself."

"Do you?" He challenges, stepping closer now, close enough that you can see the storm raging behind his eyes. "Because from where I'm standing, it doesn't look like it."

"Exactly! From where you're standing!" you shoot back, the words bitter on your tongue. "You don't know what it's like to be me, James. You don't understand."

He falters, just for a moment, but it's enough for you to push yourself up further until you're sitting with your back against the bed. Your body screams in protest, but you ignore it, focusing instead on the boy towering over you.

"You're right," he admits after a beat, his voice softer now, less accusatory. "I don't know what it's like. But I do know that every time I see you walking around, risking another fall...it scares the hell out of me, Y/N."

The admission hangs heavy between you, a confession wrapped in layers of worry and frustration. He runs a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots as if trying to pull the words back inside him. But they're out there now, exposed to the flickering light of the fire and the scrutiny of your gaze.

"I can't help but think about what could happen," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper now. His eyes meet yours again, searching for understanding, for forgiveness maybe. "What if next time you're not so lucky? What if..."

But you cut him off before he can finish, unwilling to entertain the possibilities that haunt him. "There's always a 'what if', James." Your tone is sharp, defensive. "Every single day, I have to make decisions based on my physical strength and capabilities. Do I risk taking the dangerous shortcuts or go the long way round? Do I try to reach something on a high shelf or ask for help? Every choice has consequences, and yes, sometimes those consequences mean falling."

James opens his mouth to argue, but you hold up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. "But here's the thing you don't seem to get: Those choices are mine to make. Not yours, not anyone else's. Mine. And if walking—despite the risk—is something I choose to do, then that's my decision."

The door creaks open, and Remus and Sirius step into the room, their expressions wary. The tension between you and James is a tangible thing now, thick enough to choke on. They exchange glances, taking in the scene before them—James's clenched fists, your defiant posture.

"Did we... miss something?" Sirius asks, his voice cautious as he closes the door behind him.

Remus doesn't speak, but his eyes flicker from you to James, tracing the invisible line of conflict that stretches taut between you two. He's always been attuned to the emotions of others, an empathy born from years of dealing with pain and isolation. And right now, that empathy makes him acutely aware of the storm brewing in this small space.

"Y/N fell," James says through gritted teeth, not bothering to mask the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

"I see." Remus's response is measured, his gaze steady on yours. There's understanding there, mingled with concern. But unlike James, he doesn't rush to judgment or admonishments. Instead, he takes a moment, collecting his thoughts before speaking again. "And how are you feeling, love?"

You glance at him, surprised by the calmness of his question amidst the chaos. It's a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters, and you grab onto it gratefully. "Sore," you admit, shifting slightly against the bed. "But I'll be fine."

Remus nods, turning his attention back to James. "I get why you're worried," he begins, his voice low and soothing—a stark contrast to the tension still crackling in the air. "We've all seen Y/N struggle, and it's hard not to want to wrap her up in cotton wool."

"But..." Remus continues, holding up a hand when James starts to protest. "That's not what she needs. Or wants, for that matter. Right, Y/N?"

Your lips curve into a small, grateful smile, and you nod. "Right."

There's silence then, broken only by the soft crackle of the fire and the distant hum of conversation from elsewhere in the house. You can feel James's gaze on you, heavy and unyielding. But for now, at least, the storm seems to have passed.

"Look, James," Remus sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I know it's hard to watch someone you care about take risks, especially when they could get hurt. Merlin knows, we've all had our fair share of scares with each other."

He pauses, searching for the right words. "But part of caring about someone is trusting them to make their own decisions, even if you don't agree with them. Even if they scare you."

"Trust?" Sirius scoffs, his grey eyes flashing with a mix of anger and frustration. "That's a fine idea, Moony, but it doesn't change the fact that it's reckless."

The animosity radiating off him is almost palpable as he steps closer to you, his tall frame casting a shadow over your huddled form.

"What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?" His voice is low, laced with an anger that mirrors James's earlier outburst. It's rare to see Sirius Black lose control like this, but when he does, it's a sight to behold—and not in a good way.

"You could've seriously hurt yourself," he continues, ignoring the shocked look from Remus. "And for what? To prove some bloody point?"

His words hit you like a physical blow, each one more painful than the last. The room spins around you, the familiar faces of your partners blurring together as tears well up in your eyes. But you blink them back, refusing to let them fall. You won't give them the satisfaction—not now, not ever.

"I was just trying to walk, Sirius," you spit out, your voice trembling with suppressed fury. "Something I've done every day of my life since I was a toddler. Excuse me if I didn't think it was such a big deal."

"But it is a big deal, Y/N!" James snaps back. Sirius has worked him into a frenzy, and you can see the worry etched into the lines of his face, transforming his usually jovial features into a mask of anxiety. "It's a big deal because you could've broken something or worse! Doesn't that mean anything to you? Don't we mean anything to you?"

His words hang in the air, heavy with accusation and hurt. And for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, stunned into silence by the intensity of his anger.

"Yes, you mean something to me, James," you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Of course you do. All of you do. But that doesn't give you the right to control my life. To decide what risks are worth taking for me."

There's a pause then, so brief you almost miss it. But it's there—a flicker of doubt crossing James's face before it's quickly replaced by a hardened resolve.

“We’re not trying to control you,” Sirius interjects, his tone sharp like a blade. “We’re trying to keep you safe!”

"Safe?" Your laugh is hollow, empty of any real humour. "I've been keeping myself safe for years."

Sirius crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. There's a tense pause as he seems to weigh your words, and then he exhales sharply—a sign that he isn't quite ready to let this go.

"Come on, Y/N," he says, extending a hand towards you. "Let me help you up."

"No." The word comes out sharper than intended, fuelled by a mix of pain and frustration. "I don't need your help."

But Sirius doesn't listen. He steps forward, his hands firm and steady as they slide under your shoulders, lifting you off the floor with ease. You protest, but it's in vain—his grip is unyielding, and within seconds, you're sitting upright on the edge of the bed, legs dangling over the side.

"How fucking dare you?" you seethe, once you're sure your voice won't betray the tremors running through your body. "I told you I didn't need your help."

"But you did," Sirius argues, holding your gaze. His eyes are dark, almost black in the dim light, and there's something hard in them—a defiance that matches your own.

"I didn't!" You push him away, ignoring the twinge of pain that shoots up your spine. "You never listen, do you? Both of you!"

Your glares sweep across James and Sirius, landing on each man like a physical blow. They flinch, but neither looks away—instead, they hold your gaze, their expressions a mirror of the hurt and confusion etched onto your own face.

"Enough!" Remus's voice cuts through the tension like a knife, and for a moment, everyone falls silent. The anger lingers in the air, though, thick and suffocating, as if it has taken on a life of its own

[konigenblobbity]

Request: Emergency Contact

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!Military!Reader (Callsign Viper)

Warnings: Angst, mention of severe injury, mention of car accident, slow burn

Request: [@lovestruckaphrodite] (this request is based on a Pierce the Vail song, but I suck at writing and i trust your words). y/n and ghost became roommates after meeting somewhere. They moved in together after something happened in y/ns life that made them either get kicked out of their house/had to leave their house so they become roommates. they weren't really close with one another regarding their jobs, but knew that both of them were in the military, just not in the same task force. then one day, Ghost gets a call in the middle of a meeting from an unknown number, but a familiar area code (the one y/n and he lived in) so he answers, and y/n was injured and had to get emergency surgery, and y/n put him as the emergency contact

A/n: this took a WHILE! But I hope you like it! Also I used the term dove - wanting it to be GN :). This work is also HIGHLY inspired to this work by @mockerycrow! If you like this please go show them some love!

Every Tuesday afternoon you spent in the same place doing the same thing. Sitting in your corner seat in your favorite cafe waiting for your drink. In fact many of the locals loved to visit this exact cafe, so you often saw the same people walk in and out of the doors. Not really caring, often reading a book or on your phone.

Its then that he walks in, you can tell by his heavy footsteps and his soft sigh as he takes his usual seat in the cafe - preferring the one closer to the window one table from you. You try not to be obvious with your gaze, watching through your lashes as he adjusts his sleeves and then places both his hands in his lap, fingers interlocked before pulling out his phone.

Ever since you started seeing him in this cafe a few months ago, you were infatuated with him. His blonde hair which he appeared to bleach himself, his signature black face mask paired with a skull patterned mask that covered up the bottom half of his face along with most of his neck, his tattoo sleeve that you only got a glimpse of on the hotter days he wore a t-shirt.

What was fascinating is how’d you see him at other places too… at your local grocery store, bank, park, even the bookstore. After a while you came to the conclusion that you had to live in the same area, or that he was simply a ghost haunting you and following you everywhere. With how much you saw him, you began to notice more about him…

Others didn’t dare look at him, let alone sit near him. His whole demeanor radiated authority and power. However rather than feeling threatened, you felt intrigued. Matter of fact… he reminded you of a lieutenant you heard rumors of around your task force. A ruthless and highly trained individual, who wore a similar skull balaclava paired with a skull mask. What a coincidence.

Finally your eyes land back on your book, not wanting him to spot you burning a hole into him with your gaze. Luckily that now gave him his opportunity to do the same, leaning back just enough to glance over the top of his phone and at you without making it obvious he was staring.

He recognized you, remembers seeing you last week at the grocery store and before that having seen you at the library. Wherever he was in the area, his eyes always managed to find you; turning a corner and hearing your familiar hum of a song, spotting your through the windows of restaurants with a friend, even walking through the doors of a store and seeing you already in line with a kind smile.

Maybe it was the familiarity that came with seeing you so often but he couldn’t help but open his mouth whenever you got close, trying to find the words to introduce himself. Yet he never could, just letting you walk off with your steps echoing the sound of his racing heart. Breaking from his thoughts as you flipped the page of your book, he took notice of something on your arm.

Right on your inner forearm, under where you had rolled up your sleeves, he saw a rather familiar symbol. The tip of two wings were showing along with the top a knife handle, he furrowed his brows and became curious. Beginning to devise a plan.

He stands up softly taps the edge of your table “Excuse me dove…” he says and you turn to look at him and giving a kind smile and letting out a soft hum of curiosity, urging him to continue. “Mind if I take some of your sugar?” He points over at the container on the end of your table “Don’t have any on my table” he clarifies further, wanting to appear smooth.

“oh! Yeah, here!” you reach forward and grab it, handing it to him “I don’t need it” you add, suddenly feeling so nervous your mouth feels the need to move and speak. It’s then that he gets a better look at the tattoo, and he smirked under his mask. It was exactly what he thought it was. Sitting on your forearm was a set of wings erupting from a SAS dagger, a banner below it reading ‘Who dares win’ in black ink.

“Would you look at that…” he mumbles softly, but clear enough for you to hear. You just look at him confused, both at his words and the fact that he hadn’t taken the sugar yet. “You a soldier?” He asks and that’s when you notice his gaze wasn’t on the sugar, but on your forearm.

Your eyes shifts down to your tattoo before lifting it back up to look into his eyes. With a soft smile you respond “Sergeant actually…” a bit of pride in your voice. Then using this opportunity to get to know this mysterious gentleman “I’m guessing you serve?” You inquire with a tilt of your head.

He gives you a curt nod, “Spot on” finally reaching forward and taking the sugar container. He holds onto it for the moment and then lifts his right hand, grabbing his jacket and opening it to show you the inner lining where a patch is sown in. It had that same symbol; the SAS dagger and wings. You chuckle softly and then mumble “What are the chances”

Just as you were about to ask his rank and which task force he is a part of, the server told you that your order was ready and simultaneously he received a phone call. You stand up and then smile over at the gentleman “it was nice to meet you…” pausing afterwards as you realized you don’t know his name.

“Callsign Ghost” he spoke with a light chuckle and reaches out his hand. You take it with a small nod “Viper” smiling as you responded. You then pull your hand back “Until next time I guess?” You ask and after he gives you a short nod in response, he walks back to his seat, takes the call, and leaves. Funnily enough not adding any sugar to his drink.

As time passed you continued to see Ghost quite often around the area, always exchanging hellos, checking up on timely things going on in each others lives. Even feeling comfortable to compliment him on his new watch to which he points out your shirt, saying how he didn’t recognize it. Making the effort to check in on each other if the person seems particularly chipper that day.

You should’ve known by how often you saw him that there was a chance you two lived in the same apartment complex. Yet you never saw him there so it was always just a theory in the back of both your and Ghost’s mind.

The first time he sees your there was a few months after you first met, when he was making his way back to his apartment and saw you at the receptionist desk he couldn’t help but be confused. Then becoming intrigued as he noticed you were arguing frantically with the receptionist.

“Look. Lydia is there any way someone can get started on the treatment today. I can’t stay at a hotel for weeks on end!” His brows furrowed at just how agitated you sounded. Spotting a large suitcase next to you along with a few bags. “Yes! I heard you the first time. Just… Is there any other apartment I can stay in?” You were practically pacing and steaming with rage.

“Then can you bring him out here! Seeing as he’s my fucking landlord!” The receptionist walks off for a moment and Ghost continues to observe. When they come back she says something that makes you scoff. You then lean over the desk and shout into the direction the receptionist had walked off to.

“Thank you so much for your help! I really appreciate how empathetic you are about the whole situation you fucking prick” Before stepping away from the desk and sitting at one of the chairs with your things. He chuckles to himself at your sarcasm, walking up to you when you pull out your phone and curse out in frustration.

“Viper?” Your head lifts and you spot Ghost walking up to you, “Hey… Ghost?” you look at him confused but then give him your best attempt at a smile. “I didn’t know you lived here.” He states and you scoff, shaking your head. “Not anymore. The pipes in the apartment above mine broke so there’s water damage everywhere. The landlord kicked me out while they fix it but didn’t give me anywhere else I could stay… so I’m currently homeless” you pinch the bridge of your nose and grumble.

He chuckled dryly “Well shit. I’m not surprised, that asshole never gives in any effort expect when it comes to drinking…” you can’t help but laugh softly at his joke. Ghost feels a butterfly sensation when he heard it, finding pride in lifting your mood ever so slightly.

“Anyone you can stay with? Or a hotel?” He then asks and you shake your head, looking at him and sighing. “No. No one I’d be willing to live with for weeks. And no hotel I’m willing to spend an unknown amount of money on for an indefinite amount of time”

At his soft hum of understanding you just shrug and there’s a comforting silence for a minute. He simply stood there as you aimlessly search through your phone for nearby hotels. “What if you stayed with me?” His words caught you off guard. Thinking he was joking you chuckle and look at him with furrowed brows and a questioning smile.

“What?” You ask and he shrugs, as if what he suggested wasn’t completely out of the blue and naively bold. “Why not? I mean we both are out most days. No point paying the rent for two apartments when neither of us spend most of our time there.” Your shock and skepticism slowly fades as you consider his words.

“Well… you have a point.” You murmur softly and put your phone in your pocket before putting you hands on your hips, looking down at your bags. “Are you sure?” You ask and he just nods, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah. Dove, as long as you pay your half and respect my ground rules. It should be just fine. I got a guest room you can use” he explains and you nod at his words.

Then sighing and shrugging dramatically. “Alright! It’s not like I got a better option right now” you smile at him and hear him chuckle dryly. With that he takes one of your bags and throws it over his shoulder, grabbing the handle of your large suitcase and beginning to walk off to the elevator with it. “Come on. The sooner we get there, the sooner you can get settled in” you grin and grab the rest of your things, following after him.

At first you wouldn’t see Ghost that often, having different schedules and both of you immediately heading to your rooms to enjoy your time off. Slowly the two of you ended up seeking out each other’s company. Running into each other in the kitchen and enjoying a nice drink together after a long day.

Roughly two months later, when your apartment was fixed and ready for you to move in again, you spoke to Ghost and both of you agreed it would just be better to stay roommates. Over the next few months getting even closer, ordering food together for dinner, waking each other up in the mornings if one of you were sleeping in, distributing the chores, even going by a first name basis.

-

At this point you’ve been roommates for more than half a year, and it was just as any other day for Ghost. Sitting in a meeting with Captain Price up front telling the team about an upcoming mission. The goal, precautions, sub teams, targets, security, the whole nine yards.

Its then that he’s interrupted by a ringing phone. Ghost immediately cursing to himself as he feels the vibration in his pocket, meeting Price’s unamused gaze. He sighs “Off lieutenant.” To which Ghost nods “On it, sorry Captain” pulling his phone out of his pocket and turning off the ringer.

Not without spotting the unknown number and it’s familiar area code. Right from the area where you and Ghost lived. He noted down in his head to check it out after the meeting.

10 minutes later he walked out of the room, reaching his hand into his pocket and grabbing his phone. Curiosity getting the better of him as he pressed the most recent missed call. Holding the phone to his ear as it rang, leaning against the wall behind him as he waited.

After a few moments there was a click and a kind voice spoke. “Hello, am I speaking with a Simon Riley?” Ghost’s brows immediately furrowed, put at unease by the fact this stranger knew his name. “Who is this?” his tone stern and cautious as he waits for a response. “How’d you get this number?” he asks before the person on the other line could respond.

The voice then clears their throat “Thank you for calling back, this is the Woman’s and Children Highbury Hospital. You were put down as an emergency contact” the name of the hospital immediately registered with him… recognizing it as the hospital just a few blocks down from where you and him lived.

His heart caught in his throat and he stiffened up, now standing up straight looking off into nowhere. “Emergency contact?” he repeated to himself, mumbling so softly he thought the receptionist on the other line hadn’t heard him. Until he spoke.

“Yes sir. By an y/n y/l/n. They were in a severe car collision earlier today and were rushed to the hospital. They had to undergo an emergency surgery and in their files they left you as the emergency contact.” Ghost felt as if he lost the ability to speak. His phone shaking in his hand as the weight of those words sink in.

The voice of the receptionist fading away as he calls out through the phone, trying to get a response or a sign that Ghost was still listening. Realizing that in that moment of time you were lying in a hospital bed, suffering immensely, all alone. Snapping out of his daze as all his attention went to getting to that hospital.

“I’m on my way.” He spoke curtly into the phone, immediately hanging up and rushing to leave the base. Pushing past people without much care as he simply regarded them as obstacles in his way, stopping him from getting to you. As he rushed to the hospital, his mind was a storm he couldn’t manage to contain. Emotions running rampant.

Ghost never fully took the time to reflect on how he felt about you. Only knowing he enjoyed your company and couldn’t help but relax his reserved demeanor around you. Never feeling judged by you, or needing to explain anything about his past or why he acted the way he did.

Yet… as he rushed over to the hospital all he could think about was what he would’ve done if you hadn’t survived the accident. How he would’ve returned home to an empty apartment… fragments of you all around him. The photos you hung up to ‘add more life’ to the walls. Or the carpet you bought for an outrageous price just because ‘the woman who made it was so nice’.

How he would’ve never been able to share another drink with you… or argue about takeout ever again… never heard you singing to yourself while doing the chores. All those things that lifted his mood, he would’ve lost them all. If he had lost you… his closest friend and roommate.

His mind continued to fall down that rabbit hole of ‘what if’ and the more upset he got at the idea of you not longer being around, the more he realized just how much you meant to him.

Considering the idea that maybe he loved you more than a friend… cared for you so much that the mere idea of you being in pain made his knees weak. And the idea of you no longer being around had his body about ready to collapse in on itself.

How he managed to make it to the hospital without breaking down, he wasn’t quite sure. As he bursts through the doors he ignores the judgmental glances he gets. Rushing up to the receptionist desk in the lobby, the man behind it terrified at first at the sight of Ghost, still in his uniform and wearing his skull mask, rushing at him.

Ghosts hand gripped at the counter “Which room is y/n y/l/n in?!” although his voice was low and gruff the softness and worry behind it was enough for the receptionist to regain his focus. Eyes blinking and clearing his throat as he asks “A-and who are you sir?” looking at his screen as he awaits his response.

“Gho-…. Simon. Riley” he corrected watching the receptionist double check the information. “The emergency contact” he clarifies further, tapping his fingers anxiously and impatiently on the desk as he looks around, seeing people on crutches, injured, and bleeding. Images of you in that state making him close his eyes, just needing to see you. Alive and breathing.

The receptionist then nods his head and looks up at him again. “They’re in room 32 on the third floor, but I’ll warn you they-“ before he could finish his statement Ghost mumbled a thank you and was bolting down the hall. Straight past the elevator and rushing up the stairs skipping over steps with pounding footsteps.

Eyes spotting the room number at the end of the hall, and just as he was a foot away from the door, mere meters away from you… a doctor opened it and walked out. She looked up and Ghost halted to a stop as to not run into her.

“Ah. You must be Simon” giving him a sympathetic smile. Ghost could feel his heart pounding and his eyes kept flitting to the door “Y-yeah” he says quickly before trying to move past the doctor and through the door. Surprised when she steps in front of him blocking his path.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be able to see them in a moment” he looked at her with disbelief, eyes wide… how dare she keep him from you for a second longer. She then speaks before he can protest “I just want to warn you of the state they’re in…” and with those words he thinks better than to just burst in through the door.

Grumbling under his breath but turning his gaze back to the doctor, letting her know he was listening. She continued “They’re alive but asleep at the moment” just those two first words enough to make his shoulders relax, and he swore his vision went hazy at the relief that flooded through him.

“They are, however, suffering from major bruising, multiple broken ribs, a fractured wrist, and a broken foot” her face sympathetic as she spoke, gauging his reaction. With every diagnosis his heart twisted that little bit more. Repeating to himself in his mind ‘At least they’re alive. At least they’re still here’ like a mantra, trying to focus on the ever so slight silver lining.

‘At least it’s not too late’

The doctor then finally steps aside, calmly advising him “I recommend you take a deep breath. They’re very emotionally vulnerable right now and we want to avoid stressing them out as much as possible” Ghost was more than ready to ignore that advice but at the thought of stressing you out, and remembering what he’s learned about how important it is not to panic in high stress situations, he pauses and gives a slight nod.

The doctor gives one final nod in return and then leaves. Simon takes a deep breath and with a shaking hand reaches for the doorknob. Gripping it and just holding it for a few seconds before finally finding the strength to turn it and walk inside.

There you were… lying practically lifeless on the hospital bed. Only sign of life the beeping of the heart monitor. Covered in white bandages which contrasted the deep purple bruises across your skin. His eyes continued to trace over your sleeping figure, noting the few gashes in your skin, the one on your calf even decorated with stitching.

You looked awful… it made him sick and he almost went looking for a trash can as he felt vomit threaten to make its way up his throat. He steps closer, moving to kneel on the floor next to the bed, eyes welling up in joy as he finally sees you… finally has proof that he didn’t lose you.

Eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest and in the silence of the room… in the steady beeping of the monitor… he was finally able to organize his thoughts. Questioning himself on why he felt his world shatter when the hospital called him, why he was crying underneath his mask at the sight of you, why he could physically feel pain in his chest.

Then his eyes drifted up to your face, and even with the cuts and bruises on your face you still made his heart skip. He found himself tracing your every feature with his gaze, as if trying to map it out in his head. He’s never been this close to you before and in this moment he realized why… he couldn’t handle being this close to you.

It was as if he could feel his body physically melt next to you, hand reaching for yours before gently holding it, hoping it would keep him from dissolving into a puddle. Cursing to himself he rested his forehead against your hand and closed his eyes.

He loved you. Simon Riley really fucking loved you.

Never fully considering it before today… too afraid to even think about his feelings towards you. Yet now he regretted every day he didn’t tell you he loved you. Didn’t tell you how much you meant to him. This felt like another chance for him.

Another chance for him to share his true feelings with you because he just couldn’t lose you. Especially not without you knowing how much he loved you first. How he’d be willing to take every single one of your wounds on as his own just so you don’t have to suffer like this.

You had to know. He had to tell you before it was too late. He would wait by your bed for days on end, never once letting go of you, until you woke up. He wouldn’t let anyone or anything drag you away from him, not again. Not without a fight.

[lostmyremembrall]

hi! Congrats on 1K! Can you please do prompt 8? thanks!

📖𝟖: 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑅𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝐻𝑢𝑟𝑡&𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡!

A/N: So sorry this took a long time to get to! But I hope you enjoy!

Tom gets sick

Tom had an impeccable immune system.

You’d never seen him cough, or even give out a sniffle.

Tom was the very representation of a healthy root that managed to survive the storm called orphanage.

Or so you thought.

When his room’s door swung open after your incessant knocking, a very pale face of Tom towered over you. He was glaring at whoever dared disturb his rest, his usual intimidating demeanour further exaggerated by dark circles underneath his eyes.

 At the sight of you, his features somewhat softened, before it was immediately replaced by a mask of annoyance.

“What is it, Y/N,” he leaned against the door frame and gave out a tired sigh.

“Tom!” in pure shock, your eyes took in his full form, involuntarily searching for any signs of serious illness or injury. “What happened?” You turned your concerned eyes back up at him.

 For a moment you thought you saw the warmth return to his cheeks in the form of a blush. “I–,” he stammered, somehow lost for words.

“I’m sick,” he mumbled and turned around, stumbling back into his room.

As you followed him inside, you caught sight of a cup of tea on his desk, the steam visible against the dark green curtain. Next to it was a large textbook, bookmarked by his quill.

“Surely, you weren’t studying?”

You stared at the frail man incredulously.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he breathed out tiredly as he sat on the edge of the neatly made bed, massaging his temple which was surely aching.

“Merlin, Tom,” his exhausted eyes widened slightly at the sound of your exasperated voice. “You are supposed to be resting! Not driving yourself to more work.”

Tom avoided your chastising eyes, mumbling something about needing to catch up to the classes.

“I’m not sure where this unhealthy drive of yours comes from, Tom,” you shook your head as you opened the window for fresh air. “You’ve got to rest at some point.”

You proceeded a few more steps, bridging the gap between you two. You placed the back of your fingers against his cheeks. Stunned by the abrupt intimacy, Tom froze on the spot, simply staring up at you.

“Tom, you’re burning up,” you sighed, the genuine concern knitting your brows together.

Tom seemed to grow even hotter under your touch, if that was possible. He bit down on his lips, not daring to move or speak. You thought his cheeks had turned a bright shade of red, whether from the fever or the proximity, it was impossible to tell.

“You have to get back into bed,” you eyed Tom in a way that maybe resembled too much of your mom, though you’d never admit it.

Tom grumbled a few more words of his discontent but still climbed into bed.

“It’s how it was in the orphanage,” it was a long while before Tom parted his lips again.

Your hands stopped at the solemn voice behind you, pausing you from ringing the wet cloth in the wash basin that you were preparing for his fever.

You turned around to find him still avoiding your eyes. His shoulders hunched, he looked far smaller than usual as he played with the cover in between his fingers.

Your heart stirred at the sight of a man who was trying his hardest to contain everything. Quietly, you placed the wet cloth aside and crossed the room to sit by his bedside.

Tom was completely unresponsive to the hand that you placed on the cover, close enough to feel his heat emanating from his fingers, and if he so desired, close enough for him to reach for it.

“Care to share?”

Tom tilted his head, as if to say ‘there’s nothing to share.’  But, the few moments Tom expressed about his past, they began with a short statement, just like this time. You waited patiently, knowing he just needed the time to gather his words. Usually, with enough time, Tom always opened up.

“Sickness and death were rampant in our orphanage,” Tom began matter-of-factly. “Especially due to the lack of funding.”

“Flu, Tuberculosis, typhoid, you name it,” Tom remained impassive, but his unspoken torment was told in the crumpled cover gripped in between his fingers. “No one’s going to fix everything for you. You keep pushing or you cease to be.”

It was astounding, the kind of extreme logic that Tom had to rely on to survive. You swallowed the shock. Observing the man in front of you who seemed to share nothing in common with the Head Boy he was in public, you inched your finger closer to his. 

After much contemplation, you managed to say, “You’re not in the orphanage anymore, at least not during the school year.”

“Now you have people who genuinely,” you swallowed the word ‘love’, “care about you.”

You continued, paying careful attention to his reticence and eyes that continued to stare blankly at a wrinkle on his cover.

“And I, Abraxas, Canopus, and others sure are not going anywhere even if you fail a few classes.” You giggled at his repulsed expression that soured at the mention of it, a sense of relief washing over yourself at the sight of humanly expressions returning to him.

"You are allowed to rest, Tom," his sharp eyes flickered over to you, uncertainty still swirling in them, as if to search for confirmation in your eyes that you meant it.

“Wait just here,” you patted over his covers. “I’ll go grab some medicine,” you flashed a reassuring smile.

“And…” your eyes landed on his reddened, sniffly nose, “tissues. I’ll go get you some tissues.”

You hopped off the bed and swung your satchel on your shoulder. But, you were caught off guard by a hand that reached for you. Bewildered, you spun on your heels to find Tom staring at you.

Tom parted his lips as if to say something, but closed them again, struggling to find the words for his hand that instinctively reached after you.

“Tom?” You asked, raising your brows inquisitively.

“Stay with me,” he bit his lips, reminiscent of a stubborn child that perhaps he once was. “I prefer you over any medicine in this world.”

In the afternoon lighting that cast a golden glow on his pale features, you saw blush creep up to his cheeks. Words were unnecessary. You only smiled softly, and wrapped a hand over his.

[slvthrs]

Omg can you write a blurb abt vinnie fucking y/n in a closet at a party during like 7 mins of heaven?

i combined this w another request so reader is also a famous actress and they fuck in a bathroom instead <3

┆.° ♡ — NSFW UNDER THE CUT

If people had to describe you in one word, it was revolutionary. You had changed the face of the acting industry forever, your stellar performances along with your enchanting beauty had people wrapped around your finger and awards practically thrown at you from the whole world.

And all that leads you to some shitty party in North Hollywood. Your assistant and best friend, Jamie, had suggested it for you to have some fun and a form of escape from your cramped schedule.

Usually you would be happy to go, you were the life of the party after all. But this wasn't some high profile party full of interesting faces, this was some shitty TikTok party you were supposed to make 'connections at'.

Bullshit.

Jamie just wanted to get drunk at a frat boy-esque party and drag you along.

So that's exactly why you were shuffling along the crowded hall with a Corona in hand to the nearest escape, and that happened to be a door at the end of the hall.

You enter the room and shut the door behind me before you hear the dreaded call of your name,

Shit this room isn't empty.

"Ahh this is who I was talking about!" Jamie states before dragging you to the group where everyones in a circle.

"Holy shit your y/n right?" A blonde boy with piercing blue eyes asks you

"Yeah that's me" You respond simply

Jamie explains their playing truth or dare and you make small talk with the boy who you quickly learned is named Jack, catching the eye of someone else who walks into the room, he's a brunette wearing a black wife beater and black pants with some nice shoes. His outfit is adorned with a Vivienne Westwood necklace and rings covering his fingers.

He's dressed far too well for a guy.

His umber eyes meet yours and he sits directly across from you and it feels like the whole room goes quiet.

But it doesn't.

Your friend quickly snaps you back into reality as the game begins. It's calm at first, take your shirt off, do a dumb dance, tell everyone who your crush is, easy stuff.

But Jack's eyes twinkle with a dumb idea and when it's your turn to do a dare her eyes meet the brunette boy before the two of you,

"Hey y/nnnn" He draws out,

"I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with Vinnie." He announced to the room while pointing at the boy who caught your attention earlier.

"Huh what?" Vinnie questions, he zoned out long ago so he doesn't really realize what's happening until Jack is pulling him up and Jessie is pulling you up, shoving both of you into a bathroom.

What the…

You get shoved into a cramped bathroom with the brunette and both of you stand at opposite ends just registering what's happening.

He rushes up to the door to open it but it quickly gets slammed on his face as he starts banging on it begging his friends to let him out, tugging on the door handle.

Whilst you, instead of helping, can’t stop staring at the way the boy’s arms flex across the door and how his hands basically engulf the handle.

Being famous has its perks but having relationships exposed to the public and therefore not being able to date or hook up without fears that it's for publicity is definitely not one of them.

But with this boy it’s different, he’s hotter than most of your co stars and definitely worth the risk.

After he surrenders to his fate he leans back against the wall opposing where you stand, against the sink.

His eyes rake over your body as he takes in your dress, its black and pink with no straps as is sheer in the middle with a tiny pink bow tying it all together.

You watch in interest and confusion as he basically eye fucks you with his head tilted to the side and hands deep in his pocket.

The room is filled with a tense fog until you finally break the silence, “So um what are we supposed to do in here?”

His eyebrow twitches up while looking at your addictive eyes, “Well usually people are supposed to have sex in here but we just met so I’m not gonna say that.” He ends his sentence with a chuckle.

���Yeah I dunno, tell me about yourself.” I ask but in reality I just want to hear him talk more to hear his voice 

He trails off explaining to me what he does and simply things like that but instead my eyes trail down to his lips and before you know it he realizes and shuts up, much to your dismay, and pulls you close near his face.

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as he brushes his thumb over your lips. Before you know it, you're kissing him, your hands tangled in his hair. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the moment.

At first, you're hesitant, unsure of what to do. But as Vinnie deepens the kiss, you feel yourself giving in to the moment. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer as your tongues fight for dominance in each other's mouths.

The heat between you and Vinnie intensifies as the minutes tick by, and before you know it,  Vinnie’s mouth and yours keep locking as you continue the make out session before Vinnie comes up with a stupidly hot idea.

His lips move downward to the crook of your neck as he sucks as you continue to whine and squirm under him,

His breathes are heavy and laced with Hennessy before he asks you, “Hey baby, can I fuck you?”

If you were acting smart you would say no, in fact you wouldn’t be doing all of this but you really aren’t that smart are you?

“Yeah,” You breath out before continuing, “But you only have seven minutes.”

"Seven minutes, huh?" he says, leaning in close. "That's not a lot of time."

“It’s a challenge, are you sure you're up to it?” You tease

“I should be asking you that, for the way I'm gonna make a total mess out of you by the end of this.” He laughs lifting you up to the sink counter and kissing you again as his hands ride up your thighs, bunching up your dress at your waist.

He moves closer to you rubbing his clothed cock all over your cunt watching you squirm and pull at his shirt in an attempt for him to understand to take his shirt off.

He gets the hint and pulls it off over his head and spins you around so he can press your stomach down into the cold tile of the sink counter.

He makes sure everything goes fast. Your friends are gonna be here as soon as the 7, now 6, minutes drain.

He’s pounding into you at a ruthless pace whilst you try your hardest not to say too much. He grips into your hair so he can look at the tears well into your eyes and he leans down to suck into your neck wine colored bruises.

His hands trail down to your clit making you jerk your hip as they make contact, he makes figure 8’s on them as your legs tremble, his hands work in a sweet symphony with his dick, providing you the most pleasure possible as you suppress your moans with a shit mouth.

His thrusts slow for a moment before slamming into you and before you realise your coming undone right before him in, 5 fucking minutes.

“Yeah good job, you did so well pretty.” He states pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he cums inside of you.

Fuck hopefully he doesn’t have an STD.

Both of you detach and fix your outfits before a pounding is heard on the outside of the door and your respective friends pull you two out.

“Y’know y/n I knew you were trouble, but I didn’t think you were ‘getting fucked in the bathroom by a stranger trouble.’” Vinnie states while leaning down to you and leaving with a wink.

You have a gut feeling this isn’t the last you're gonna see of him.

[jokeringcutio]

Stepbrother! Stu Macher x (f) Reader "Hallway meeting" (Mature, no smut)

Summary: The first time Reader and Stu bump into each other while going to bed.

Yes, that is an actual Matthew Lillard pic @likoplays kindly shared when I asked what Stu would wear

AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepbrother!StuMacher x !Stepsister Reader Universe. For those of you who are keeping track of the Stepbrother!Stu Macher fics: These are standalone fics, although some of the fics with Stu can be seen as linked to other drabbles. I'll leave it up to you to choose your own path with these drabbles and fics. 💜

Rating: Mature due to implications and getting hot and bothered, warning for language use by Stu.

First Time Bumping into Stu on your way to bed

You had just finished brushing your teeth, the minty freshness still tingling on your tongue as you reached for the doorknob. The bathroom light cast a soft glow against the tiles, making the white porcelain of the sink gleam. You turned, ready to escape into the dim hallway, as quick as a mouse and as sneaky as a shadow, when suddenly, there he was.

"Shit, sis," Stu muttered, almost colliding with you in his haste.

"Sorry," you breathed out, heart thudding irregularly. His presence was too close, too sudden. He stood there in nothing but his briefs, the fabric clinging to him in places your eyes shamelessly traced, hiding nothing. You were caught in a moment of forbidden appraisal, his physique unexpectedly striking- muscles subtly defined and skin a warm tone even in the half-light.

"Didn't expect anyone would still be up," Stu's voice cut through your thoughts, laced with something that bordered on amusement. And there was that killer smile of his again.

You swallowed hard as you managed to finally tear your eyes away from all that Stu was sporting. You felt the flush on your cheeks burn hotter.

"I- I usually go to bed earlier," you managed to say, tugging self-consciously at the hem of your baggy pajama top.

Although you had lived here for several weeks now, you still didn’t dare to wear very revealing clothes, leaving you to sleep in the baggiest but ever-so-comfy pajamas that you owned. And in Stu’s presence, you felt heavily overdressed. Would he find you silly or childish to be sleeping in this type of pajamas? Would he tease you with it later on?

"Looks like we're on a collision course tonight, then," he quipped, his smile sharp and knowing. His gaze lingered just a second too long, flirty intentions clear as day.

"Collision avoided," you replied quickly, sidestepping to give him room.

But even as you moved away, you couldn't shake the awareness of his body so near yours, your breath mingling in the narrow space between you.

“Narrowly,” Stu said, the grin audible in his voice. His chest hovered incredibly close to your face, his nipples just in sight. How did a girl concentrate when that view was in her line of sight?

Get a grip, you scolded yourself mentally. This was your stepbrother. He was just teasing you. Whatever he said didn’t mean a thing.

He was probably practicing his skills for Casey. Or any of the other many girls he had lined up to be his girlfriend. You sometimes wondered if Stu meant it when he made flirty comments to you, or if this was the only way he had ever interacted with girls before.

But this was the first time you had run into Stu while on your way to bed, and wasn’t it something? Your mind quickly ran away from you, thinking forbidden thoughts, while you had to force your eyes to keep focused on his face rather than drift lower to admire his physique.

"Careful, or you might start looking forward to these little run-ins." His grin widened, the words heavy with suggestion as he leaned slightly towards you.

"Goodnight, Stu," you said, fumbling for detachment, for some semblance of normalcy as you retreated.

"I’ll be here each night, usually between one and three A.M.,” he called after you, voice jocular.

Then, a sudden shift as a whisper followed.

“Sweet dreams, sis," his voice now low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

That hadn’t just happened, had it?

In the safety of your own room, you stood motionless for a long time, replaying the encounter over and over in your head. You were confused by the unfamiliar yearning that had taken a chokehold on you. Your body felt hot, your cheeks were flustered.

You liked what you saw, more than you should have. And it was terrifying.

"You can’t do this," you whispered to the darkened room, trying to dismiss the heat that Stu's proximity had ignited. “You can’t fall in love with your own stepbrother.”

But deep down, you knew sleep would not come easy tonight, haunted by the dangerous dance of what-if scenarios playing out in your mind. Stu had gotten you hot and bothered.

Again.

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A gift, lent as a succulent stroke of intimate teeth. Some pierce you like needles, others gentle as a summer breeze. Under your flushed skin, through ravaged clothes and wrinkled sheets; a reddening irritation. Personal, physical remembrance.

God's indulgence is an honor of the highest bidder, a once-in-a-lifetime blessing amongst mere mortals. Addicts crave it, fools reject it, and you welcome it.

Bitter but serving, defiant yet devoted, loving though possessive. How the gods above, below, and in between love no means are equal. The higher Pantheons have never been so considerably consistent.

Their spirits burn for you, suffocating. Breathtaking. The race doesn't stop until someone reaches the finish line, Heaven itself can throw their stones but will all sunk into the deafening weight of the pond.

Although the masters of their craft hide their deeper yearning behind carefully molded masks, their silk-touched mouths burn hotter than any existing blaze on Earth. No surface safe from their tongues. Scorching, seething, bubbling a forbidden desire in your nerves. Licked off your fingers, suckling on your nibbled nape.

Encarved in the binding form of a mark on willing flesh, you become God's ambrosia.

From Poseidon, Hades, Buddha and Loki.

Poseidon bites to infectiously possess you.

To ruin you, claim you, punish you.

Cure the strange urge you somehow awakened within the beast, the Kraken is never easily tamed, no dark calamity of the sea is.

While it's usually more content with ripping out your throat, Poseidon finds himself far more fond of another idea. The idea of owning who he deems belongs to him, showing you just how "affectionate" a god of his caliber can truly get. Your skin will suffer punishment personally, you should be honored, no one in this realm can say they survived a night with Poseidon.

How dare you drag him as lowly as this? Make him ache an uncanny emotion?

Like he "actually" needs you. A true god is a supreme being, the gods hold their thrones and the mortals are squished under the pillars. Gods need no supporters, hold no desire for one to long for.

Yet...

Here with you underneath him as are all living things, he is carving you like a shitty ball of candy, irritating his flawless skin like an unbearable itch.

Prepure yourself, Poseidon is a world ending flood of narcissism far from kind. And now that you devote yourself to his kingdom, no other God will answer your prayers, none then how Poseidon sees fit.

The godly embodiment of perfection, the divine empty shell of the seven seas, will raze the very world as you know it to the bottom of the ocean. To secure the siren's gaze of the one person he ever looked directly in the eye, ruthlessness is just another day.

-

Hades bites you to sate deep, lonely longing.

Savoring the pomegranate. He claims your skin, one of a kind, valuable yet vulnerable-gloriously ravaging it for all its blood and seed. To Hades, the journey is the destination.

For the tart that will fuel his senses for ages to pass, haunt his dreams for centuries without rest, Hades takes you. His blissful offering. Teeth buried in your too clean neck like they always belonged there, sucking veins and lewd delight shines bright in your wanton moans. Hades is an easy man to please, a simple God with simple desires. You need only be present; Laid out before him, bare, ready to receive a god. Your god.

Begging to be noticed, drunk. Willfully forget the outside world alike how Hades desires to dispell his household's looming shadow of death and despair, desperate for peace. A piece of the light sealed tight in a vault saved only for himself, just to be selfish. The last rose plicked from the bush, thorns dull, olden petals withering. For all your flaws, for all your scars, Hades cares not for appearance.

Hades sees and feels your suffering. He orders a judgment, a statement for no other than his beloved; you shall unveil in a realm of insatiable release, no gravity, weightless of responsibility, free of tension. Just you and Hades.

He too-wants to take you over the very edge of reality, feel an anicent pleasure so intense none can ever hope to compare. His hands skillfully play you, a young Beethoven's brilliance. Ears perked, his careful hands primed to the brim. Touch freezing cold as a corpse, depraved long enough, hungry for anything that may satisfy your gluttonous appetite.

Hades kindly aids you in this problematic endeavor, considerate, ever desperate to seek your pleasure and worship. Aiming to please, damn him to Hell. In exchange, help him reach his limit as well. Each sweet bite, every caressing of gentle teeth and lovely pain-is patient. An everlasting eternity, sincerity, marked upon your collarbone, fresh red as an apple.

Another bite is planted in the depths of your bones, your small brusies meeting Hade's fine, healing kiss; A sacred promise for more, one Hades personally ensures, a lonesome sprout furfilled to the fullest potential.

One area after another, loving barrages of deep cresent moons, nothing left untended. Drop of blood here, soft murmurs of delicate devotion there, numerous heavy quakes-the sinster echo of a dark growl against his chest. His fangs are small but fierce. Sensitive. Blade sharp on mortal flesh or opposite.

Pride will swell beautifully in Hades's heart at the sight of his memory on your body, lusterous evidence of how far he will sink to adore you is better than using any word to describe it.

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Buddha bites to be greedy and cherish the taste of the most wonderful blessing ever received.

Buddha bothers with no secrets, especially not when it comes to satisfying his sweet tooth. He loves sweet things, whats there to hate about them?

In Buddha's light and Eighth Consciousness, you are the sweetest thing he ever laid eyes on. A gift he wants to protect and take care of, shower you in unparalled pleasure even the gods can only dream of receiving. God won't be able to save you from him stealing a taste, something he seems not to take seriously despite being in near constant pursuit of it.

He tends to go with the flow, swim as he wills with the scurrying school of fishes. Shutting up needless conversations and covering you in visible bites meant to last months, a personal massage of devotion to your heart and body.

You will be littered in his influence, if you don't reek of that casual enlightened god smell, then his marks will be enough to make a few points across. The Buddha's mark is indomitable, without regret. His bites aren't too steep but are unique. He isn't interested in drawing a blood bath, but you will feel each patient pierce in every inch, nook, and cranny.

You will learn that Buddha is quite the painter, passionate, and easy-going. He has all the time in the world to decorate his favorite canvas. Buddha prefers straight forwardness, both physically and emotionally, but he knows how to appreciate taking it slow.

Observe the immense details of his vast exploration in the mirror, intense, contrasting, painfully obvious in its recent activities. Feel the lingering tingles left behind from his mercliess tusks, goosebumps trailing afterward. The sheer power and energy imursed in his countless marks, his bites almost throb, blood rushing to clot your wounds.

It will take time aplenty to heal if it ever does.

While Buddha lives and breathes, he will continue to selfishly, selflessly indulge in his beloved. In turn, he will graciously let his beloved rule his body as much as they desire.

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Loki bites to prove a lie, chasing a selfish self-assuring illusion.

That stotic echo, the deluded feeling lost on his witty tongue. Loki's bite is less pleasent for you then for him, the sadistic god he always is. A mess of unsymmetrical creeping scars and greed for something more then Loki himself can't quite understand- a blatant sincerity beyond his mental comprehension.

Twisting, Loki will scowl at the mere thought of it. He will crumble it up, swallow it up, only to throw it up later. Spat out into dust, a foreign word to the father of lies;

love.