#i tried to be neutral with both genders i hope it's visible

[bokunoheros]

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab, katsuki/reader are friends w/ benefits, they are not officially dating, pro hero!katsuki, hickies/bruises/mentions of burn marks, swearing, orgasm denial, inappropriate quirk usage, katsuki’s bad at feelings, katsuki is unreasonably jealous, erm.. light?? blood kink, it’s soft at the end though, happy kinktober everyone GENRE: SMUT & FLUFF SUMMARY: katsuki doesn’t approve of the way shouto was looking at you—even though you’re both single and he has no real claim over you. WORD COUNT: 2.7K 🦊’s A/N: i can’t believe i’m the opening act but here we are; i rlly hope you guys enjoy what we have lined up for y’all :3

     katsuki bakugou is mean and rude, possessive and somewhat controlling, and an arrogant bitch. whatever he wanted, he got; whenever something was his, everybody would be sure to know it. this, of course, translated a little too naturally into his sex life. 

     and when it came to you? god have mercy.

     “shit–! katsuki!” you whine as he bites cruelly at the tender skin of your inner thighs before sucking over the spot, making sure his teeth grazed over the sensitive, heated flesh. 

     “huh?” though on the quieter side, his voice was just as gruff as it always was. 

     “please—!” is all you’re able to breath out as the large, calloused hands forcing your legs apart begin to spark, and—ow! fuck! “katsu! what the fuck is wrong with you!?” 

     “tch, like you don’t know,” he scoffs and rolls his eyes. surely you were just playing dumb. there was no way you didn’t know what the fucking problem was. he thinks back to your little conversation with shouto earlier—where that icyhot bastard practically eyefucked you the entire time (he had not, actually; it was just katsuki’s awful, Awful jealousy and insecurities flaring up despite you two not even being an item). 

     all you knew, though, was that he had been like this all damn night! biting you all over your flushed body — absolutely nowhere was safe from his teeth; your neck and throat, chest and midriff—hell, he even managed to leave hickies along your ribcage for christ’s sake!—and now, he was working on your thighs. 

     but if all that wasn’t already enough, his hands had occupied your hips most of the time as his quirk popped off repeatedly as his grip only tightened, not only leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips, but also scorch marks on the flares of your hips. 

     “i don’t!” you protest in vain. in your mind, your conversation with shouto hadn’t crossed your mind—so the idea that katuski might be jealous? didn’t even register. 

     “yeah, right,” he barks out a laugh before diving back between your legs, burying his face into the fat of your thighs, where he sucked at the horribly sensitive skin there. and when you tried to close your legs around his head? he used his fucking quirk to keep them spread!

     his sweaty palms had no problem with igniting small scale explosions against your heated and tender flesh, leaving behind little burn marks in their wake.

     “god—dammit, katsuki!” you wail as his mouth gets dangerously close to your cunt, just to avoid it all together. “please—just! what's wrong?!” it's all you can do to choke back frustrated tears as your fuck buddy goes about leaving his physical claim on you—while leaving you all hot and bothered in the process. 

     “nothing's wrong, bitch—” his voice is strained and he sounds…… almost emotional? oh shit, was something seriously the matter? 

     in attempt to check up on him, one of your hands comes up to tug lightly at his spiky hair so he’ll look at you, but instead, he snatches your wrist up tightly, so hard you swear there’ll be bruises soon, as he looks up at you with narrowed, fiery eyes—they seemed…. glossier than they typically were; not that he looked like he was on the verge of tears or anything, but more so that he looked visibly distraught. 

     “keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself,” he spits out, his significantly larger hand sparking and popping around your poor wrist, and you can’t help but let out a yelp. 

     your faux concern was starting to piss katsuki off, and he physically can’t help the way his brows twitch and furrow in anger. there was no way you were really this dumb? (hey, einstein, maybe just, and here's an idea: tell them directly!) with a snarl, he bares his teeth (like a goddamn dog) and bites down harshly against the skin of your upper inner thigh, and he only bites down harder when you squeal and yell out his name, trying to free your wrist from his bruisingly tight grip. 

     in a desperate attempt to get him to calm down, you meekly choke out an apology—you didn’t know what you were sorry for, but you prayed it would be enough for bakugou to quit seething and just focus on something other than his anger.

     “‘ll show you sorry,” he grunts, picking a new spot on the fatty flesh of your thighs to bite down on—this time, a few tears manage to slide down your cheeks as he bites so hard, you swear to god you felt the skin tear. 

     “ow–! katsu–ki! jesus christ!” your free hand now comes down to try and push his head away from in between your legs as you squirm uncomfortably on the bed. your efforts are in vain, however, as he begins sucking against the freshly marred skin, sloppily laving his tongue over the spot so he could lick up the blood he had, in fact, drawn. “‘m sorry—whatever i did, i'm sorry!” you cry out pathetically, causing katsuki to pause in his actions as his eyes flit upwards to meet your glassy ones.

     “that's funny, you don't look very sorry,” he comments gruffly, the hand still placed on your thigh suddenly begins to pop off and spark against your reddened flesh.

     “nngh–! fuck’s sake! what has gotten into you!?”  

     “nothing, i told you already,” he grunts out, the corner of his lips twitching in annoyance as he looks up at you, and suddenly humping the mattress while he lays between your thighs isn’t enough for him. 

     before you have time to question him again, he had already moved so he was hovering over you as he had been at the beginning of your little rendezvous, and after releasing your wrist, he uses one hand to support himself while the other tugs his all too tight boxer briefs down enough for his almost painfully hard cock to spring free. and in one swift movement, he gathers both your wrists in one large hand before pinning them above your head while his free hand grabs his dick to line it up with your embarrassingly wet slit, barely getting the tip in before he just has to bottom out entirely—right up to the base as he lets out a groan louder than he’d meant to. it wasn’t like it was his fault, though! you just felt soooo good; how was he supposed to keep his cool? (not that he kept it in any other aspect of his life……)

     “aa–aah! nngh–! fuck! katsuki! you—mmfgh!” your words are cut off by a kiss, however, and your eyes widen at the sudden feeling of his slightly chapped lips against yours and your wrists struggle in his horribly tight grip, unsure of how to react — you had both agreed on no kissing when originally setting up boundaries during sex! truthfully, you didn’t think it would have lasted as long as it had — as you had almost kissed him several times prior, but always caught yourself before you had the chance to make a fool out of yourself — but you never would have thought katsuki would be the one to break that rule! ?!?!

     arching your back as he begins to thrust his hips, slowly at first, before quickly picking up the pace, you reluctantly give in to the kiss as your chest presses against his. 

     katsuki, meanwhile, was buzzing with too many unfamiliar emotions to process — it wasn’t that he was a simple man per se, far from it, in fact, but his primary emotion was anger, and was one of the few ways he knew how to express himself. now, though, he finds himself in highly unfamiliar territory as his heart hammers in his chest; the last time he had been this genuinely scared was the time he had been kidnapped by the league of villains, and even then, he thinks he prefers it to the way he felt right now. the fear of rejection absolutely plagued his mind the moment his lips had crashed against yours, but it was way too fuckin’ late to change that now, so instead, he doubles down and allows his tongue to slip out and slide over the seam of your lips before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and nips at it hard enough to draw the smallest bit of blood. 

     “nngh–!” you had no clue what the hell was wrong with katsuki until he reluctantly pulls away from the kiss and, for the first time in. …? as long as you can recall, he looks so…… vulnerable, like he was scared (and he was!), and for some reason, that just broke your heart.

    “just talk to me, katsuki,” you say softly, tongue flicking over your slightly bloody lip as you look up at him through thick, tear-dampened eyelashes. before you two were fuck buddies, you had managed to become good friends; given, the dynamic was a bit odd, as bakugou was not known for being a “friendly” person, let alone perceived as sociable, but. here he was! balls deep in his best friend, whom he wanted all to himself without even realizing until, well, just now, really.

     “i don’t want you talking to that icyhot bastard ever again,” he finally spits out, voice nearly cracking. he keeps his shit together, though, as he continues to fuck you like he hates your guts. “you’re mine, got it?” his cheeks are flushed red (a rare sight) as he pants heavily from on top of you, embarrassed by his own words, even though you obviously needed to hear them in order to remember who you belong to. …even though the two of you never disclosed the other couldn’t fuck anyone else; even though you were fully free to decide who you wanted to suck, lick, n fuck, katsuki hopes—silently prays, even—that you’d decide he was the only one you needed. 

     “what?” your eyes fly open at his words and your body freezes beneath him. “ka–katsuki, ‘m not yours—” he feels his heart shatter into a million pieces before you’re even done speaking, and he has to bite his tongue from lashing out. “we’re not even dating! y–you can’t be possessive over s–somethin’ that’s not— not even yours!” you try to reprimand him until you see the look that came over his face—the way his pouty lips tug into a deep frown and brows furrowed lightly, not out of anger but, rather, confusion—and suddenly you can’t bring yourself to scold him anymore. seeing katsuki, someone usually so outwardly hardened and tough, look this pitiful….. well, it made your heart ache, and your own expression softens as his pace subconsciously slows down as he waits with bated breath until you’re done talking.

     “oh, katsuki,” you sigh deeply, rolling your hips gently upwards to meet his as you look up at him with watery eyes. “you’re such an idiot,” you can’t help but giggle as you crane your head upwards in an attempt to kiss him once again — what the unfortunate blond hadn’t realized is that you had been in love with him within the first year of knowing him. 

     “huh?!” is his immediate response before you had leaned in for a kiss, and suddenly the dots click. he easily closes the distance between the two of you (not that there was much to begin with), and kisses you a little more softly this time, a little less angrily. 

     after a very heated moment, katsuki slowly pulls away and looks at you sincerely — his heart not quite on his sleeve, but as close to that as he’s ever been, ready to shut down at the first sight of genuine rejection; but before he gets the chance to stew on the thought any harder, you break him out of his headspace by saying exactly what he needed to hear.

     “there’s nothing going on between shouto and i—in fact, i haven’t even dated anyone in years because of you,” you tell him, wrists straining against his grip again and, this time, he gets the cue and gently releases them so you can tenderly cup his face and bring him in for another kiss. carefully moving your lips against his, you moan softly, asking for him to start fucking you again, and he happily obliges, with a renewed confidence at your admission. 

     katsuki really does feel like an idiot as his hips roll against yours, fucking you with a different kind of resolve this time.

     “‘ve been in love with you since our second year of high school,” you confess, a little quietly. it doesn’t go unheard by katsuki, however, and a smirk stretches across his face as he quirks an eyebrow up at you. you two had only started hooking up once he had gone pro and desperately needed an outlet for his stress.

     bakugou finds himself rendered speechless for once in his loud-mouthed life and he isn’t quite sure how to process your words. he believed you, mostly, but……. it was just very difficult to believe because….. well, why wouldn’t you want todoroki over him? it seems like the obvious choice, no? and yet…. here the two of you are, bodies sweaty and entwined as you both pant in attempt to catch your breaths, and you move to wrap your arms around his neck when you notice that faraway look in his eyes coming back—falling victim to his own mind once more.

     “‘m serious, kats,” you say sternly, brows furrowing as you move your sore legs to wrap around his narrow waist, crossing them at the ankle and pull his hips flush against yours. “mmh,” your heart is hammering at what you’re about to say, but you’ve already come this far. “i love you, katsuki bakugou,” you say softly, threading your fingers through his unnaturally spiky blond locks as you look up at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes.

     katsuki’s eyes widen considerably at your words, and instead of bringing himself to choke out an i love you too, he kisses you deeply and shallowly thrusts his hips against yours as his tongue easily slides into your already parted lips, already having prepared yourself to not receive a verbal answer from katsuki. you knew he was absolutely god fucking awful at words, and you didn’t exactly expect him to reciprocate your feelings.

     in your mind, he only picked you as his fuck buddy because he had known you too long and he wasn’t the type to fuck strangers, when in reality it was because katsuki was disgustingly in love with you, not that he had realized that prior to now—your words had awoken something in him and it feels so unfamiliar, and the unfamiliarity is what causes him to almost fumble you—almost, he has enough sense about him to mumble the quietest, raspiest, aggressive i guess i love…. he chokes on the word itself, never actually having had said it before—ever?—but manages to spit it the fuck out so he doesn’t lose the best friend—and pussy—he’s ever had. he sounds confused when he says finally manages to say an i love you, too but the fact that he even brought himself to say something so inherently soft and vulnerable (even if his tone wasn’t) cause your eyes to fly open in raw shock and disbelief, fully unable to believe your ears. 

     “you—you do?” no. there was no way he had just said that!

     “don’t make a big deal out of it, and don’t expect to f'me to say it again anytime soon, y’hear?” he replies, face beet fuckin’ red, blush having spread all the way up to his ears as he moves to bury his face in the crook of your neck to hide it away from your view, where he began to nip and suck at the skin there again, only adding to the collection of hickies he had already left. ah, there’s the katsuki you fell in love with.

     you smile at his words regardless of how gruff he sounded about it, heart (and cunt) so, so full and content, your grin stretching across your face until your cheeks hurt, and you can’t help but giggle quietly as he continues to mark you up, hips moving slowly, but each thrust hitting deep, the thick tip of his dick threatening to kiss up against your cervix if he went any deeper. 

     you would have to have a discussion with him about what you two were after this, but for now, you arch your back and close your eyes as you enjoy the feel of his lips against your skin and the way his thick cock stretches you out so deliciously.

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[binmeister]

Hello my friend! I have a good funny story request idea that you may like to do! Well I wanted to see you could do a headcanon/ story on the Saja Boys Au x female!reader where they had a small argument with each other then the reader screams out how there aren’t very funny or loving because there either too serious, sad, rude, airhead or nice which shocks the Saja Boys. Then they decide to play a prank on the reader to prove them wrong ( it can be any type of prank from making them food with something their allergic to plus funny ingredients, trying to scare them, flirt with someone, dress up in something silly, pretending to have amnesia and etc). But when their prank is over instead of getting a laugh or apologize; the reader would either get hurt/hospitalized (physically or emotionally), angry, cry, annoyed and even threaten to leave them ( is also joking as well) which causes them to feel guilty, like a jerk or beg for forgiveness?!!~ (It’s up to you whether or not they forgive them or not!)🤭😅❤️‍🔥😈✨

Pranks gone wrong and some misunderstandings

Saja boys x Reader (Separate)

Thank you for the prompt! I’m not doing anything that severely harms the reader or hurts them because I personally hate ‘pranks’ that go too far like that, but I tried to keep things in that kind of tone where the guys have redemption because they do mean well - may have strayed a lot from the prompt but I hope these are okay 😅

CW: Established relationships, mentions of crying in some prompts, includes the coriander / cilantro soap gene in Mystery’s prompt but you can swap that out for a different gene - mostly gender neutral but for any mentions of she/her you’re welcome to swap it out with preferred pronoun

Not proof read! Sorry for mistakes a lot of word vomit.

Jinu

Jinu was funny, a bit of a quirky and dorky kinda guy but he could be funny when he wanted to be and he liked to think it was something he could be proud of

His singing talent? A little iffy after everything that happened but his humour that he found again while hanging out with you? Yeah. He’s a funny guy

But the insecurities leaked out when both Abs & Romance said that he was kinda unfunny, you teased him with the duo in agreement and normally he can brush it off - roll his eyes and say ‘uh huh, totally’ because he knows you find him funny - its just this time it clung to him and made him self conscious on if you really did find him funny or not or if you just found him funny in the ‘you’re my boyfriend, of course i think you’re funny’

Was he too plain? Did he seem too stiff or was he acting too nice or something? It lead him to message Rumi to ask her if she thought he was funny and obviously - she thought he wasn’t because why would she think he’s funny? She thinks he’s an annoying little brat and he asks her for ideas to make you laugh

Platonic RuJinu for this! misunderstandings are so goofy sometimes

Jinu huffed, eyebrows furrowed as he responded back to Rumi with a little too much venom in his words as he tried to ask her for her honest opinion and didn’t particularly like her answer. Of course he’s funny! You were seated to the left of him on the couch as he continued furiously tapping away, his focus solely on his phone and you felt a twinge of jealousy. Who got him so worked up? He paused and then laughed a little at something Rumi had sent and visibly eased up. That isn’t what you want to see. He’s now laughing and smiling at his phone while you’re literally right next to him. You tried to peer over his shoulder and Jinu had instinctively shifted away, spooked by your sudden appearance and that set alarm bells of in your head.

Now he’s hiding his phone from you? You looked up at him and he saw the flash of hurt and panic in your eyes and he was confused at first, what’s the issue? Then he realised he had shifted away from you while you were trying to look at his phone, something that was normal between you two as you normally scrolled through each other’s feeds to see what memes or goofy clips you could laugh at together. Before you could stand up and walk away from him he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down onto the couch beside him and shifted to hold your waist so you couldn’t get away despite your attempt to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Woah hey, hey let me explain-” He started out as you elbowed his side in your attempt to escape, he let out a grunt before pulling you even tighter into him. “Rude! You’re stuck in jail now missy.” He huffed out as he pulled you flush against his chest and onto his lap now, glaring at you slightly for the unnecessary blow you dealt him in.

“No it’s fine you can keep texting your girlfriend.” You grumbled out as you tried again to wriggle away and he rolled his eyes, unlocking his phone on the spot and holding it directly where your line of vision was so you could read the text chain for yourself. He was not going to let you walk away all annoyed and mad at him over a misunderstanding.

 J: I’m funny right?

 R: As funny as a pre-schooler

 J: ...rude.  R: But it’s true��(˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)

 R: Why’re you bothering me  J: I wanna make [Name] laugh  R: Your face probably already does that enough (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)♡

 J: That’d be yours.

 R: She probably thinks you’re funny enough as is, she’s literally your girlfriend?

 R: Idk why though... you’re so blegh

 J: She thinks I’m great.

 R: Suuuuuuure buddy

 R: She could do so much better

 R: Tell her when she’s sick of you I’ll be there for her (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)♡♡

 J: ?????

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you as you tried not to laugh at Rumi’s blatant insults and jabbing at Jinu, understanding now why Jinu had laughed - rather than out of joy it was out of annoyance cause woooow she totally got him good. He rolled his eyes at you as you calmed down finally, relaxing into his hold as you both watched Rumi’s chat bubble typing away.

 R: [Name] if you’re reading this - I’ll treat you better than he ever could! I know your shoe size unlike this guy ♡

You burst into a fit of laughter at that, she had you there because it was true. Jinu struggled to remember all the different measurements of the people around him - having to keep track of his own as well as the boys; you didn’t expect him to know your measurements even remotely but he’s done a pretty decent job without the exact details.

 J (Name): I might take you up on that offer pookie ♡ - [N]

 R: I KNEW YOU LOVED ME MORE !

“Woooow.” You heard Jinu say he watched your tiny exchange with Rumi, offended that you would pick her over him. He’s literally your boyfriend! He eased up into the couch and let his hold on you loosen up as you looked up at him innocently, both of you letting your burst of jealousy pass now that it was cleared up that it was definitely a misunderstanding. 

“I love you..?” You said, cheeky smile on your face as you said it in a more playful manner than intended as he stared at you blankly before he leant in and pecked your forehead. “...love you too.”

Abs / Abby

He’s goofy, laughs at his own jokes a little too hard but there’s something infectious about his laugh that just makes you start laughing too

Sometimes jokes go over his head but when you explain them to him, he gets it and starts laughing so hard it sounds like he might throw up

He didn’t really care for pranks, he didn’t see why people were so adamant it’s funny to make your partner cry or get upset cause yeah you’re kinda cute when you get annoyed at him but what if he made you cry? He’d feel so bad if he did that

Then there was a day the group was hanging out, you were lounged with him and tucked snuggly into his side as you drew patterns into his side and he occasionally let out a chuckle at the ticklish sensation when he heard Baby call out

“Dude.. did you know you’re kinda a meat head?” He was nonchalant as he randomly insulted Abby and you protested at the rude comment, rejecting the connotation and it made Abby think for a bit

...was he really that stupid? Did everyone think he was dumb? ...did you think he was dumb too? He’s not outwardly the smartest guy ever but he likes to think he was witty and sharp enough that it wasn’t a concern, it’s just sometimes tone in conversations fall flat on his ears - sarcasm is hard to read !

Which lead to this moment, Abby had a pair of fake glasses on as he stood at the kitchen counter across from you and was currently explaining- no. Mansplaining to you about why men were strong and all this bullshit about being a true Alpha and all that garbage. Whatever he dug up on twitter was grating your nerves and you were about to strangle him out if he continued on any longer - it’s been an hour and a half! How can he still blabber on about something he’s never shown interest in before.

“Abby.” You finally shut him up, he froze at your tone and it dawned on him how frustrated you actually are. Despite his size it looked like he shrunk in on himself, as he quietened down to hear what you had to say and his train of his thought was completely caught off - those Alpha podcasts said that this was what human women were into! He swears! He heard them say it.

“I love you dearly,” You began and he smiled a little at that and almost straightened back up until you continued on, “If you say one more word, in regards to whatever the hell this is that you’re spouting at me. We are done.“

His expression froze as he stared at you with wide eyes - was this a break up? Are you breaking up with him because he tried to become smart? Or did he search up all the wrong things and fumble everything. He was panicking and it showed as he instinctively reached across the counter to grab you hands as he fumbled with his words to explain himself, he didn’t actually mean the words he was saying honestly he didn’t even know what half of the stuff being said on the podcast meant and the guy sounded so confident so Abby earnestly thought that it had to be legit! He’s a demon who isn’t used to modern day women and societal norms so the internet was his only option to get information truly.

“I didn’t- I mean I don’t really.. y’know I.” He was tripping over himself, too many thoughts in his head at once and all from his own panic as he tried to rationalise how to explain to you that this wasn’t actually what he thought it was just something he assumed you might like. “I thought you’d like me better if I said stuff like this.. cause I’m a meat head...”

His last few words were a little softer as he admitted what caused him to go on this tirade and you felt bad for him, it wasn’t really his fault that he didn’t understand why those talking points were blatantly disrespectful and you knew for a fact that he could never fathom actually believing in that kind of thing. If he thought anyone was better than anyone else, it’d be from his self confidence in knowing he’s got a great physique and athletic capabilities but he’s always been willing to admit when he couldn’t do something or felt like he wasn’t enough.

“Hey.. I know you don’t think those things and you’re not a meat head.” You shifted your hands to rest on top of his and you could see him visibly relax at that, cheeks dusting a light pink and glowing a little from how dumb and embarrassed he felt right now that he just wasted an hour of your time. “Where’d you even come across this stuff anyway?”

He paused. The one that had sent him this information had walked into the kitchen and was absentmindedly raiding for the fridge for any spicy goodies or any snacks he could steal. You caught the way Abby’s eyes glanced at Baby and you had to stop yourself from body slamming the smaller man.

“Baby.” He turned to look at you, normally bored and smug expression frozen in a mildly alert and panicked one. “We need to talk about something.”

Let’s just say that he hadn’t insulted Abby in a few weeks and was a lot more careful with what he let slip out.

Mystery

A quiet guy, he could take a joke mostly but occasionally would lash out if pushed too far

It was an off-handed comment that didn’t mean much but you had mentioned that you were glad he was calm and easier to handle than the goofier guys - it wasn’t mean to insinuate he wasn’t funny but he took it as an insult unknowingly stewing on it as he thought over ways to ‘prank’ you

Baby and Romance mentioned there were these ‘prank channels’ on youtube and he had watched a couple, the couples in the video always seemed to scream at eachother and then laugh it off so he though the could pull it off as well - bookmarked a video and then proceeded to duplicate the steps in that video

Yeah he can prove he’s goofy and spontaneous !

But he didn’t really understand that the videos weren’t real and were usually staged

“Is this for me?” You questioned, a little awe in your voice as Mystery handed you a plate with a little puff in his chest like he was really proud of what he made for you. It was a simple noodle dish that you’d been craving for a while and this man was sweet enough to learn how to cook it for you... You smiled at him, not second-guessing any ulterior motives and that made him smirk a little. It’s just like the video he watched.

You picked up the fork he had given you and twirled a small rose of noodles onto it, about to lift it to your mouth and go to town when you got a whiff of something that you knew you couldn’t eat. Coriander. You looked up at him, puffing your cheeks out and were a little thrown off about how he decided to throw in coriander into a noodle dish that.. doesn’t require it. He looked a little upset at you for catching onto what he had done and huffed, frustrated that you didn’t necessarily fall for the prank and in turn you got upset at him - he knows you can’t eat it, the dumb gene you complain about frequently enough that makes the stuff taste like soap.

So why’d he do that?

Before you can question him on it he walks away, not wanting to talk to you because now you’ve ruined the prank and it won’t be funny anymore and you’re shocked. He’s upset at you? You huffed as you put away the plate in the fridge, letting it be a free for all for whichever guy came home and was hungry because you sure as hell couldn’t enjoy it with the insane amounts of coriander that had been ground into it. Cut small enough to look like literally any other herb but you knew that smell too well. Jerk.

After that you didn’t talk to each other, from minutes then lead to hours and then even extended to a few days where you weren’t talking at all. No messages. No late night calls. You didn’t even come over to hang out with the other boys because you were so frustrated that Mystery tampered with your food.. It was only this one thing this time but what if you had a more sever allergy? Would he overlook it for some twisted joke? Which only upset you more. Yeah you could’ve just eaten the meal and then told him to correct it for next time.. but you thought he listened and respected you. Did he not?

The overthinking didn’t stop, it got to a point where you were just holed up in your room - hoodie on as you curled into yourself and the tears finally started to come down. You were so annoyed at him, annoyed at yourself for not talking to him, just annoyed at everything. All that frustration over the last few days filled with over thinking and second guessing things made you emotional and you couldn’t stop the tears that kept on flowing. It wasn’t that big of a deal but on a grander scale it really was a big deal because if you can’t trust him with something small could you really trust him with something big?

Your doorbell chimed, you contemplated ignoring it and just crying your eyes out for a few more hours but you went against that thought. Sleeves rubbing your eyes and wiping off the tear stains on your cheeks as you got up and headed over to the door, not bothering to check who it could be because there were very few people who could turn up like this. And of course it was the one you secretly wanted to see the most.

Mystery stood there, his posture less confident than usual as his mouth opened and closed trying to formulate the sentences that he had been practicing at home with the other guys as they walked him through why it’s not a good idea to mess with somebody’s food. He couldn’t get a word out before you reached for him, arms lifted up and he obediently stepped into the foyer with you and wrapped his arms around you - head rested against yours as you sniffle and let the tears fall again.

“That wasn’t nice..” You mumbled into his shirt and he only nodded in response, he honestly expected worse but if you were this nice about it... maybe he could make up for it? He shut your front door behind him, attempting to waddle you both to your room so you could be more comfortable rather than standing in the foyer for whoever knows how long. Soon enough you were situated back on your bed, him sitting up resting against the headboard as he let you curl into his side - his fingers drawing small circles on your back as he let you decide if you wanted to be closer or not - which you opted to do. Shuffling closer and slowly wrapping an arm around his waist as you laid your head on his chest. It was quiet, peaceful like it usually is.

You dozed off, the fatigue from crying and being frustrated for days on end getting to you and the soothing sensation of him continuously drawing patterns on your back lulled you off into a comforting sleep but you caught what he said as you let sleep overcome you... it brought a small smile to your lips as you snuggled closer.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Romance

He knew he was a charming guy, funny? Sometimes. But charming definitely

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to point it out one day while you were hanging out with the guys, Abs had pointed out that Romance was only good at flirting and you had jokingly agreed while laughing - but that joke rubbed him the wrong way

What do you mean you don’t find him funny? You think he’s handsome, charming, the best thing that’s ever happened to you but... you don’t think he’s funny? Hell no he needs to correct that!

All he does is flirt? Pft he can prove you all wrong!

He couldn’t. 

That was a sad pathetic pep talk to himself as he instinctively flirted with the fans that attended the Saja boys fan signing, though he may have been playing it up a bit too much as he was ogled openly by all types of fans that came along. He flirted with the women, the aunties that stopped by, the guys roughly around his age too - he was a simple man! More love to give than he could ever contain within himself. At least that was the persona he put on was.

After the event was over they had returned home and you had sent a text hoping it went well, but he thought it over and decided what he could do to get back at you and the other guys. He wasn’t flirty in his response, didn’t ask how your day was, none of that stuff that he learned from being online or from observing people when they first came to the human world after years of being in the demon realm. Just told you the event went well and that was it, dry.

You blinked at your phone when you saw the dry response from Romance, not particularly something you were used to. He usually had a specific way of texting and this was devoid of any emoticons, emojis, nothing. It made you feel a little uncomfortable and a little upset even. What’s his deal? That continued on for the next couple of hours, you tried to initiate your usual evening conversations and Romance continued to give you dry blunt responses in return. It felt like you were talking to a completely different guy and it started to make you nervous. Is the honey moon phase over? Is this what’s always going to happen now that you were comfortable? He’ll give you crumbs of attention and you just have to savour each piece?

You continued trying that night, trying to get him to talk to you like he usually did and even asking if he had enough energy to talk on the phone. All met with more rejection and more blunt or dry responses. It was like you were message a different Saja boy all together but you knew the other guys relatively well enough to know that they didn’t do that thing, it wasn’t in their books to mess with someone’s phone without saying anything. It was 1am by the time you gave up - each response from Romance had taken longer and longer to get back to you, like he was purposely putting his phone on do not disturb and then remembering half an hour to an hour later that he hadn’t responded. This wasn’t like him and it was genuinely starting to hurt.

You sent one last text - wishing him a goodnight and when you were left on read and no instant reply it made your heart sink. Staring at your ceiling you felt numb now. Your usually doting boyfriend was being so cold to you, you didn’t even care that he flirted with fans! It’s part of the gig and you knew what he did and what his words and actions actually meant when he truly meant what he said. So why was he switching up on you so suddenly? It hurt, it stung. It reminded you of the previous partners you’ve had and the dating horror stories friends had warned you about when their respective exes switched up on them one day and how pathetic it made them feel when they’d keep grovelling for attention. How pathetic it’s making you feel as you anxiously wait for Romance to respond. To say goodnight, tell you he loved you. Call you.

Something.

A few tears leaked out of your eyes and then you felt terrible, it was only one night of being given the cold shoulder and this is where it lead you? Were you too comfortable and safe so now you’re being punished for opening up your heart? You ended up crying yourself to sleep, not remembering when exactly you managed to fall asleep but you did it. Unbeknownst to you Romance was patting himself on the back. He proved it! He isn’t just a flirt and can totally do the cool guy persona. He can’t wait to rub it in your face in the morning that he got you when he checked his phone at the time you usually woke up, he froze.

Where’s his good morning text? He scrolled up the chat log and realised he hadn’t wished you a good night and he frowned at himself, he had to turn off his notifications so he wouldn’t instinctively respond to you every time you sent a message but now he felt bad. He really left you hanging that much in between each reply? Yeah he’s a demon but he knows that a real gentleman doesn’t let someone second-guessing their words. 

 R: Good morning my sweet rose!

 [N]: Hey

 R: I hope you slept well, I’m excited to hear your voice

 [N]: Are you?

 R: Of course I am! I always love to hear your sweet voice

He sent a good morning text to you first, excited to see your reply but wasn’t expecting a simple ‘hey’ in return so after the next messages were exchanged he called you up. He expected your sleepy voice but he didn’t expect to hear you sniffling into the receiver as you picked up, your voice was a little sad and he felt his heart ache a little.

“What’s wrong..?” He asked and you scoffed. Really? He couldn’t tell? Before you could tell him off he excitedly told you what he did yesterday. “I did it! I managed the cool guy thing in our messages, see I’m more than just a flirt.” There was some pride in his voice and some triumph to it too and you felt tears well back up in your eyes as you heard your regular Romance speak to you, like he normally did with that slightly sultry tone and could hear the crinkle in his eyes as he would’ve smiled as he talked.

“You were a jerk.” You responded curtly, a slight edge to your voice as the relief kicked into your body a little. It was just a bit. And not a total shift in personality, thank god.

“..I messed up didn’t I..” Romance said quietly into the phone as he scratched his cheek with his free hand, he definitely owed you a romantic date and he knew it. Your simple hum of agreement reaffirmed that thought and he immediately started going on a tangent about how he’ll make it up to you and that he’s sorry, the little quiet laugh you let out let him know that you weren’t opposed to that either.

Maybe being the ‘flirty one’ wasn’t that bad.

Baby 

Baby doesn’t really exert much energy to talk much when he doesn’t need to, mostly giving one-liners that make you laugh a little too hard because often it’s something unhinged or he points something out that just makes you snort

He doesn’t think he’s the most funny guy ever but you definitely give him an ego boost when you laugh at an off-hand comment he says or when the guys roll their eyes at him

The guys were ragging on him one night - saying that he wasn’t that funny and was an asshole who only knew how to say a mean quip to get some cheap laughs and he was irritated, so what? You liked it so it worked right?

Then he started to think it over.. maybe you were only giving him pity laughs? And that thought in itself pissed him off a bit - he doesn’t want your stupid human pity, he’ll make a different joke and he had the perfect idea

You’re always so forgetful he could probably throw something of yours away and you wouldn’t even notice and then laugh at yourself when you realise what happened - so he did just that

It was just a joke, he didn’t understand why you were staring at him like he killed your family. All he did was throw away some useless piece of jewellery you don’t even wear that often - it was supposed to poke fun at how you always forget about things when you put them down and walk away. How forgetful you are. But you’re not laughing and he doesn’t understand. Why’re you so quiet right now? It should be hilarious - hell he’d laugh too if you threw some useless junk he had out and he didn’t notice for a week.

“Why did you do that..?” Your voice was small as you questioned him, tears welling up in your eyes and he got irritated at that. Why’re you so upset over some dumb piece of metal? 

“Get over yourself, you’re such a crybaby.�� He muttered, mouth moving before his mind could catch up and that’s what did it. The tears were falling down your cheeks as your lip quivered, there was such a distinct look of betrayal in your eyes and he was flabbergasted. It was just a joke why’re you crying? He didn’t stop you as you shoved him out of your apartment, you weren’t cursing him out and you didn’t even say goodbye to him as you slammed the door shut in his face. But then he heard the faint sounds of your broken sobs through the door and realised yeah... maybe he was just an asshole. 

He left you alone for a while, thought that maybe giving you a few days would be the right thing to do because if you wanted to talk to him - you’d just message him. You always did. But his phone had no new messages, no missed calls, not even a tag on social media in a meme that reminded you of him. Just radio silence. The other guys knew something was up but didn’t want to push Baby to talk to them, the first time Romance tried to ask if he was alright he snapped at the elder guy that he was fine and things are perfect right now. He was irritated, at you for making him feel confused like this. Yeah he can be an asshole but now you’re being an asshole too by not talking to him about it. 

It’s not like the piece of jewellery would be lost forever, he could just buy you a new one! Then the information was leaked to him from the other guys. Romance had managed to talk to you and was telling Jinu when he overheard where you got that dumb bracelet from. A late gift from an ex-best friend or something, one that had moved away and you were never able to contact again and he was annoyed all over again. You don’t even talk to that person anymore! Why does it matter! He blurted it out and the other two jumped, not realising he had been listening in and then Jinu spelled it out for him.

“It’s the memory associated with it, that’s what matters.” He explained as he looked down with a stern expression, they’re demons and yes their humanity may have been lost to a large extent... but the memories were always something that haunted them. So how could it not effect a human? He reconsidered his frustrations and finally let it go, the next day busying himself with how to make it up to you and he found himself at your doorstep. Knocking softly on the front door and waited for the familiar shuffle of you rushing around and opening the door with a smile. Everything but the last part of the routine was there, you tried to smile at him but it looked like you were still upset so it didn’t reach your eyes and he mentally kicked himself over it.

“Hey-” “I’m sorry.” You couldn’t even greet him before his hand was extended to yours, a small bracelet in his palm that was messy - clearly handmade and not by a professional but it made your lips quirk up in a genuine smile this time. You gently picked it up from his hand and slipped it onto your wrist, the colours were pastel and matched his signature hair colour and a soft baby pink. Not the prettiest thing in the world but there was meaning in it and soon enough Baby found himself wrapped up in your arms, something he hadn’t realised he missed so much in the days without your touch so he graciously accepted the hug and squeezed you lightly in his arms mumbling a complaint into your shoulder about how you can’t just go silent on him out of no where like that again.

Yeah, he may be an asshole but at least you seemed to forgive him for it.

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꒰ :🥀 [ War is over? ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

❝ Request! ᵕ̈

Summary : The hotel was in shambles and a certain radio demon was missing from the group. Worried for him, you start your way down to the destroyed radio tower, scared of what might await you.

Pairing : Alastor x Doe! Gn! Reader

Word count : 2962 Words

Genre : Angst, Comfort

Warnings ➵ SPOILERS FOR EP 8!! Crazy Alastor, Out

of character? , Swearing, Blood

a/n : Thank you sm for this request! I love the idea and trope sm for Alastor! Also that scene- oh my, it was insane! I just love what a crazy and complexe chara he is!

Rly going into the crazy Al spectrum here, make him go crazy over almost dying saving his > friends <

Also added the reader being a doe! Hope that was okay! Despite it being a doe reader, I still only used gender neutral prounouns / only used > you < as for describing the reader!♡

Request by : @alastorsdarlingdoe

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Your eyes wander over the lights of Pentagram City down below, a breeze moves your hair, raising your hand to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Sighing, a hand runs over your forehead now, slightly pinching the bridge of your nose while leaning on the railing of the balcony. The music and chatter from inside could be heard, everyone was trying to enjoy this night before the battle, but you couldn't help but worry. Worried something might happen or that someone might die, even though you tried to push these thoughts to the far back of your mind, trying to be positive, trying to see the best, and telling yourself everyone will make it out alive and safe.

"Damn it.." Rubbing your fingers over your eyes softly, trying to remove the tears that were building up. Sniffing a few times, your foot taps the floor anxiously while your ears are slightly pressed back. Body noticeably tense and nervous. To many things going through your head, you loved everyone in this hotel so much, that if anything were to happen to someone you would be devastated. Especially if something were to happen to Alastor.

Alastor was one of the first sinners you got close to in hell after Rosie had introduced him to you years ago. By now you two were a darling little pair, as Rosie liked to call it. It did take a while for both of you to grow close and accept these feelings, but in the end, you did. Even though it was sometimes hard with an Overlord as your partner, he made sure you were safe and taken care of all the time, so you had nothing to worry about. You can still remember the day you met Alastor like it was yesterday. Sitting in Rosie's boutique, sipping on some tea, as she squealed in excitement before pulling the red-haired demon over. Of course you knew who he was before you even met him, no one goes through hell without hearing about the radio demon, who overthrew the old Overlords, sooner or later. Ears straight up and turned to his direction, your ears were slightly wide, visibly alert of the dominating and dangerous presence of Alastor. He though simply smiled at you, took your hand, and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, introducing himself to you. It was a beautiful memory. Not so beautiful was his disappearing for seven years, but you forgave him, which brought you to where you are right now, on the balcony of Charlie Morningstar's hotel. Worrying your head off over the ear against heaven and the exterminators.

"A penny for your thoughts darling?" Shrieking together at the voice behind you, you hadn't noticed Alastor joining you on the balcony, too deep in your thoughts. Quickly rubbing over your eyes, before turning to the man you love with a smile on your face. This caused suspicion to rise in him, were you crying? "Oh, Al! It's nothing important! Why aren't you with the others." Watching him slowly approach you, he softly places his hand on your cheek, watching you close your eyes and nuzzle into the palm of his hand. Alastor could see right through you and you knew that, he always knew when you lied, just like you did right now. "Oh my little doe, how can I be inside when my darling is outside here crying and overthinking all by yourself?" His voice was soft, it was only for your ears, he only used this tone with you. Opening your eyes again, gazing up at him with tearful eyes. He couldn't help but coe at this sight, his little doe darling looking at him all teary-eyed, though he preferred a different time for this sight.

"Now, now~ Why don't you tell me what's bothering this pretty little head of yours?" Wiping away the tears on your face and at your eyes with his fingers now, carefully to not accidentally cut you with his claws. Watching as your teeth sink down on your lip, another habit you had when nervous, making his finger trail softly over your lips, letting your teeth release the lip before you could bite it bloody. "It's just.. I'm.. Ugh.. Worried, what if something happens? What if someone dies? What if.. you die?" Tears were building up in your pretty eyes again, making Alastor chuckle slightly, not that you were crying, but that you were even thinking of him dying. He was the radio demon, no one would kill him, and no one would even get close to killing him. "Oh sweetheart, don't worry your little head over nonsense like this, nothing will happen to any of us and especially not me! Haha! Trust me dearest! Everything will be fine." Fingers softly swipe over your cheek, as he pulls your body closer to your face, leaning down slightly and planting a soft kiss to your forehead, before nuzzling his nose against your hair between your two flickering ears. Not being able to suppress new tears, your arms go around his waist, pressing your face into his chest. Alastor tensed for a second from your touch, but quickly melts into it himself, laying his arms around you, one hand softly playing with your hair.

He was right, everything would be all right, at least that's what you thought..

It was as if everything went by in a flash, the exterminators were flying down to the hotel, and everyone was doing their best while Alastor protected the group with a shield, to make sure no new angels could attack while the first ones were being taken care of. But that was quickly taken care of by Adam himself, breaking the shield which made your eyes grow wide, he was able to do that? This was not good at all. Doing your best to help the others, fighting back to back with Angel, shielding Husk from an attack with your spear, and pulling Charlie down from an attacker just in time.

This was truly hell. And it even got worse when Adam suddenly started targeting the rest of the group, where was Alastor? Looking around wildly you couldn't see him, Charlie speaking your exact thoughts that if Adam is here he must be... "WATCH OUT!" Husk smashes into you, pulling you to the ground to the side, where you stood seconds before now an angelic spear piercing the ground. "Get your shit together! That motherfucker isn't dead! So till this is over get your act together and make sure you're not the one dying, 'cause if you do that fucker will have my head for that!" Husk was shaking your shoulders violently, everything that was a blurry mess before slowly coming back to you. He was right, you need to survive this, if Husk said he wasn't dead, it must be true, he would probably feel it if Alastor died through his soul contract.

The fight continued on, after Sir Pentious brought his sacrifice, Charlie was facing Adam by herself, Vaggie was somewhere in the hotel with that one exterminator fighting, while the rest took care of the angels outside the hotel, keeping Charlie and Vaggie's backs clear. It was exhausting, you got a few injuries on your body too, but nothing too bad, the fight soon ended with Lucifer showing up to save his daughter and Niffty stabbing Adam herself.

After collecting your thoughts and hugging Charlie for a while, you started to look around. The hotel was completely destroyed, but with everyone around, there was new hope, with Lucifer leading the group and especially Charlie to not give up on this. Eyes wandering over the debris the hotel was now, over everyone around, keeping your eyes open for a certain demon. A thought pops into your head, making your way to the cliff, looking down, at the radio tower lying at the bottom of the cliff. Slowly and carefully to not trip, you make your way down, scared of what might or might not await you. Would he be there? Would he be hurt? Alive? Dead? Maybe he had gone again like those seven years ago, leaving everyone and everything behind.

Blood on the floor leading to the radio tower made your eyebrows raise, so someone or something for sure was here and injured. You just hoped it was Alastor and that he wasn't beyond getting stitched up.

Reaching the hatch to his radio tower, you notice it standing open. Reaching your arms out, you carefully pull yourself up and pull your knee up to enter the room. Looking up already while entering, you see Alastor standing at his desk, his back facing you, yet you could see the way his whole body was tense and clawing at the desk with his hands. Finally in the room, on your knees you slowly get up to stand, looking at the man you love worried.

"Alastor..?" His ears turn to you before his head snaps in your direction, making an uncomfortable cracking sound, his body turning to you fully now. His eyes looked like nothing before, blown wide, crazy, crazier than they had ever been. This wasn't Alastor, but the Radio Demon before you. "Darling.. You're hurt.." Looking down at his chest to the gushing wound, crimson red painting his already red clothes. Laughter echoes through the space now. "HURT?! AHAHA! You're funny dearest! I'm not hurt! I cannot be hurt, did you forget who I am?!" Blown red eyes were staring right back at your own wide eyes, your eyes wide out for different reasons than his. "I know darli-" He took a step towards you, making your ears stand alert, you didn't fear Alastor, yet the Radio Demon scared you right now. "OH DEAREST! What a fight that was! Me?! Great Alastor, altruist, dying for his friends?!" His ears were parted, flat to the sides, while his hands were slowly tearing at his hair, pacing in a circle now, before slamming his hands to the desk. Shadows dancing around the two of you in the red light. You didn't dare whisper another word, even your breath stocking in your lungs, not sure if you should even breathe right now.

Alastor was going crazy, the fact of him almost dying being seen as a hero fucked with his mind, did he care about dying? No, he couldn't care less, but being seen as a good person, a redeemed sinner, or a hero?! No.

"You know what?! Now! After all this, it made me hungry! Hungry for the freedom barely out of reach! Never have I felt this before, can you believe this?! I was.. AM! so close!" An insane monologue continuing, he talked as if he was rather talking to himself than to you, did he even register you being there fully yet? He was driven by adrenalin, by a close death. Raising your hand, you were about to reach out for him, trying to pull him out of whatever spiral he was caught inside right now. "I'm so close! These constraints must have a backdoor right?! This deal!" Fingers pulling at his locks again, your own hand stilling in the air, as you watch him pace around, his eyes darting everywhere, when looking at you, they looked through you, he did not even realize you were here.

His whole body was trembling by now, the smile was strained on his face, making you worried to the core. Never had you thought you would ever experience such a side of Alastor, it shocked you. Now that his monologue stopped, you took cautious steps toward your lover, your finger barely grazing his arm, his eyes now snapping to you, his ears following. He was looking at you finally, not over or through you, he realized you were there and that he wasn't alone. "You're fine Al, you didn't die, you proved it." You knew to get to him, you had to reassure him, even if it was probably a bad idea, but for now, this would probably be the only way to get to him. "You're right dearest.." His hands slowly lowered from his hair, a few hairs tangled in them from how hard he was pulling on his poor hair. Eyes trailing down to the wound on his chest now, feeling your own tighten at the sight of Alastor injured. This was something you didn't think was possible to happen till now.

"Let me take care of this.." Pulling him to the desk softly, you make him lean against it, as you push his coat off his shoulders and start to unbutton his dress shirt, laying them to the side carefully. Ears pressing to your head now as you take in the wound on his chest, you knew his eyes were following your every move, so you tried not to keep on that for too long. Gathering everything you would need to somewhat clean and stitch him up, the things you had would have to do. The air was thick when you got to clean his wound, Alastor was watching you with his smiling face, while your own was adorned with a frown. It scared you knowing he could've died if he didn't disappear mid-fight, he would be dead now if he continued. Those thoughts make your hands shake, your view getting blurry as tears fill your eyes. Looking up when his hand softly encloses around the one holding the needle. "My poor little doe, I'm sorry for worrying and scaring you." Lips press softly against the knuckles of your hand. Pulling yourself together, you quickly finish the stitches up, then you would have all the time to get emotional and cry. Helping Alastor put on his dress shirt now, he slumps down to the floor, his back leaning against the wall, he was probably exhausted. It would take a while for him to heal entirely and be the old himself again.

"Come here beloved." Alastor was holding his arms open for you, finding a place between his legs now, your head leaning on his shoulder, opposite of his injury, making sure you wouldn't touch the freshly stitched-up wound. "I'm sorry.. I was just so worried.." And before you knew it, the tears were streaming down your face, while Alastor softly held you in his safe embrace. "I know dearest, I know...But worry not, I'll be back to myself in no time, don't you worry." His hand was rubbing up and down your back, while his chin rested on the crown of your head. His words were true and you knew that, he would be his old self quicker than you would know, still, it scared you to know he wasn't unharmable and could die. Hiding your face in your hands now, your body violently shaking with sobs. "Now, now my darling doe, you know I hate to see you cry." Pulling your hands away from your face, he looks at you for a second, before your arms already go around his neck as you straddle his thighs now, body shaking with sobs while he feels your tears wetting his shirt. His eyes were slightly wide, a silent wince from his wound flashing through his eyes for a second, but he suppressed any sound for your sake. "There, there, it will be all right my little doe." One of his arms was going around your waist now, pulling you even closer to him, did his wound throb from you pressing against him? Yes, yet he couldn't seem to care. The other hand was moving its way into your hair, rubbing to bottom of your ears softly.

The two of you stayed like that for quite a while, the violent and loud sobs, soon subsiding to small whimpers before completely quieting down to soft tears silently running down your cheeks. Alastor shoulder was by now entirely wet from your tears, yet he couldn't care.

"Calmed down now, have been darling?" Feeling Alastor's lips press to your temple, you finally raise your face from his shoulder and look at him. Eye bloodshot from crying for so long, cheeks wet from all the tears and your throat sore from sobbing. "There is my beautiful doe, look at you, even after crying you're beautiful as ever dearest." Nuzzling against his hand that was now resting on your cheek, your eyes look up into his. Your eyes were something Alastor always loved, they looked so innocent and soft, something not often seen down here in hell. His eyes cast down to your lips for a brief second, you noticed and closed your eyes, inviting him. Feeling his soft lips on yours quickly, as his arm around your waist softly presses you against him, while the other hand still cradles your face. The kiss was soft, yet full of passion, it was all the feelings you two felt poured into one kiss. Which lasted longer than you thought. Pulling apart soon, puffs of air falling from both of your lips.

"I love you my beloved and I'm sorry for worrying you so much, but trust me, once this is over and I'll be able to roam free, watch me reach everything for us." Smiling at you, he softly rubs his thumb over your cheek before your head rests on his shoulder again, face in his neck. "I love you too Al.. I can't wait for you to be finally free again.." Pressing a soft kiss to his neck, giggling softly at him slightly tensing up from it before relaxing again.

You two took your sweet time together, was that what both of you needed right now, before eventually getting back and reuniting with the group. A new hotel and new goals waiting for everyone.

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Hyeju's Milk

A/N- Gender Neutral Hyeju Breastfeeding fic, so if you're not into that it would be good to skip this one. Plus rip LOOSSEMBLE :(

In the quiet of the early morning, Hyeju was sound asleep not having to worry about anything. The soft hum of the air conditioner was the only company she had in the apartment she shared with her group memebers. The sun peeking through her blinds. She immediately woke up in a shock, feeling something wet and strange under her shirt. Hyeju sat up and reached for the lamp near hear bed to get some more light, which revealed the unexpected: her shirt and bed were soaked with a mysterious liquid. Panic crept in as she realized it was milk, but she wasn't pregnant, nor had she ever been. She felt her breasts, they were full and firm. Her mind raced with questions she couldn't answer.

Her heart pounded as she picked up the phone to call her significant other, Y/N. Hyeju tried to keep her voice steady as she explained the situation to them, but the fear in her voice was discernible. Y/N was equally confused, if not even more than Hyeju. They told Hyeju not to worry, that he would be there soon. Hyeju couldn't sit still as she waited for Y/N, pacing the room and occasionally glancing down at her shirt. The smell of milk grew stronger, making her feel both uncomfortable and embarrassed.

When Y/N arrived, Hyeju met them at the door, visibly distressed. They took one look at her and immediately knew something was wrong. Without wasting a second, Y/N led Hyeju to the bathroom and helped her clean up, gently wiping the milk off her body with a warm, damp towel. The touch was comforting, but the reality of the situation remained overwhelming. They both sat on the edge of the tub, trying to figure out what could be happening.

"Are you sure you're not pregnant?" Y/N asked, their voice laced with concern as they sat next to her, holding her hand.

"I've had two periods since my last check-up," Hyeju replied, trying to convince herself more than anyone else. "It can't be that. Besides, wouldn't I have other symptoms?"

Y/N nodded, trying to reassure her. "Let's not jump to conclusions. We should see a doctor to make sure everything's okay."

"I called a doctor before you got here and they said… uh… that i need to express the milk manually," Hyeju said, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "They said it might relieve the pressure and it'll be better than it leaking onto my shirt all day."

Y/N nodded, trying to process the bizarre information. "Well, i can go to the store and get one of those devices that sucks out the breastmilk," they offered, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

"No that'll take to long traffic is terrible out there, I don't have that kind of time, plus i'm running out of towles" Hyeju said, glancing out the bathroom window at the bustling city outside. She thought for a couple a seconds and finally got an idea, but it was a bit embarrassing. "Do you mind helping me?" she asked with a shaky voice.

Y/N looked at her, surprised by the question but nodded reassuringly. "Of course, whatever you need I'll do my best to help."

With a deep breath, Hyeju unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her milky breasts, "Y/N you need to suck out the milk," she said, her voice shaking. Y/N's eyes widened, understanding the gravity of the situation. They had never been in a situation like this before, but the love they had for Hyeju overrode any discomfort they might have felt. They leaned in gently, placing their mouth around her nipple and began to suck. Hyeju's body tensed at first, but she soon felt the pressure in her breasts lessen. The sensation was strange for both of them, but Y/N focused on helping Hyeju through this weird ordeal.

The first spurt of milk took them both by surprise. Y/N didn't expect it to be so much, and Hyeju gasped as it left her body. They quickly found a rhythm, and Y/N swallowed the milk, doing their best to make Hyeju comfortable. Hyeju's breasts began to feel lighter, and she could feel the tension in her chest easing with every pull. Despite the strangeness of the situation, there was an undeniable intimacy in this act. The sound of Y/N sucking on Hyeju's breasts was the only noise filling the bathroom.

As the minutes ticked by, Hyeju felt a warmth spreading through her body, something she hadn't anticipated. She watched Y/N's cheeks hollow with each suck, and she couldn't help but find it oddly erotic. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his mouth, and she felt a flush spread across her cheeks. Her breathing grew heavier, and she let out a small moan that she hoped was inaudible.

Y/N noticed Hyeju's change in demeanor and paused for a moment, looking up at her. Hyeju's eyes remained closed, a soft smile playing on her lips. She was lost in the peculiar mix of relief and arousal that coursed through her veins. Y/N felt a jolt of desire, but quickly pushed it aside, reminding himself that this was about helping her, not satisfying their own needs. Y/N returned to their task, Y/N's mouth moving with more urgency now, their hands supporting her breasts, feeling them soften and empty as he worked.

"Y/N touch me please," Hyeju murmured, her voice thick with arousal. Her hands found their head, running her hands through Y/N'S hair. She couldn't help the way her body was responding, but she didn't want to stop them now. Y/N's eyes searched Hyeju's for consent, and finding it with Hyeju giving a slight nod, they resumed they assistance with renewed vigor. Y/N's hands snaked their way to Hyeju's panties, gently rubbing her clit through the fabric. Hyeju gasped as she felt a warmth spread from her chest to her core, her breathing quickening.

The sound of her moans grew louder as Y/N's fingers moved with more urgency. They slipped her panties aside and slid a finger inside her, feeling how wet she was. Hyeju leaned into the feeling, her hips rocking slightly against their hand. The pressure in her breasts lessened further as she grew closer to climax. The situation was surreal, but the sensations were very real.

Y/N could feel Hyeju's body tensing up, and they knew she was almost there. They increased their sucking and her moans grew louder, echoing off the tiles of the bathroom. Hyeju's grip tightened on Y/N's hair, her breath hitching as she came, the pleasure pulsing through her body like a wave. Y/N kept suckling her breast, ensuring every last drop of milk was removed. Hyeju's legs trembled as she rode out her orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Finally, the flow of milk slowed to a trickle, and Hyeju's breathing evened out. She leaned back against the wall, panting, her body feeling both drained and satisfied. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes finally meeting Y/N's. They looked at each other for a moment, the intimacy of what they had just shared hanging heavy in the air.

[glasvera]

Blackened Gold

Adam Warlock x GN!Reader x Venom

Description: When a new vanguard is assigned to assist yourself and Adam Warlock, you didn't expect it to be a symbiote. And you certainly didn't expect tensions between all of you to come to a head one night on a scouting mission. Sexual tensions, that is.

Warnings/Disclaimers: 18+, Minors DNI! 19 inches of Venom, spitroasting, oral sex (male receiving), tentacle/tendril play, nipple play, asphyxiation, biting, rough (and I mean brutal) sex, inappropriate usage of healing magic. Established situationship between Adam and Reader.

A/N: This is the first gender neutral reader smut I've written, so I hope I did well. I tried to focus on the parts that "count" and make it as inclusive as possible. Everyone has a hole and a mouth, after all ;) Also this is barely proofread. I think I was possessed when I wrote this.

Word Count: 3.8k

On these strange, haphazard missions you find yourself on with unlikely allies, you weren’t expecting to fall into any sort of rhythm.

Well, perhaps one of them was to be expected. Adam Warlock worked well with you, keeping you alive during the dangerous segments with his perfectly timed healing. And you kept him alive any time someone dared to attack him directly. You had been on several missions together by now that it was easy to fall into step alongside each other. Not to mention your… out of work activities.

Needless to say, your closeness had not gone unnoticed.

But recently, the two of you had found yourselves a new protector.

A lethal one.

It started on a particularly risky mission. You were up against incredibly competent and incredibly dangerous enemies. Even Adam, try as he might, was struggling to keep up healing you. Things looked grim, and for a moment, you thought all was lost. Your mouth was filled with the metallic tang of blood, and it was getting harder to stand… regardless, you moved in front of Adam. If anyone needed to stay in the fight, it’s him. The team could do without you.

Then a flash of black streaked across your vision. That flash turned into a… splash? Tentacles sprayed forth from the pavement that cracked from the force of the impact, but soon they came together to form a vaguely humanoid being. It was huge, with broad shoulders and defined muscles that seemed to absorb any attacks coming its way. When its head turned to face the two of you, you felt a shiver run down your spine at the impossibly wide grin of razor sharp teeth.

“Good,” a gravelly, alien voice rumbled forth. “It seems we arrived just in time.”

Tentacles spewed forth and speared your enemies as the alien savior chortled at their feeble attempts to hurt it. It was terrifying to watch, and you almost felt bad for those on the receiving end of those piercing appendages… and yet at the same time, there was something irrefutably attractive about how effortless it was. Adam was quick to take advantage of the opportunity to finally heal you properly, but you simply watched in awe.

You had learned after the battle that the identity of your savior was Venom, or rather, a symbiote named Venom that had bonded with the human named Eddie Brock. It towered over both of you even as it crouched down, giving you both that unsettling grin while its white eye markings took in every detail. Adam was stitching the last of your injuries together with his powers, but he kept a wary eye on the new third member to your little party.

“This one…” its grumbling growl echoes as its finger pokes into your chest, “pleases us.”

You could see Adam stiffen a bit. To say that he’d become protective of you over the last few months was an understatement. White gold eyes narrow at the shiny black digit that lingers against your body, and his lip curls in visible disgust as he watches the way those tendrils seem to writhe and pulse constantly beneath Venom’s skin. But before he could jump to your defense and play the chivalrous knight he so loved to be, you made sure to speak first.

“Is that why you saved us? Because I please you?” you accuse with a pointed stare.

It’s impossible to read the expression on Venom’s face, but it does cock its head to the side.

“It is our duty. We protect our team.”

Your brow furrows, but it states it so matter-of-factly that you can’t argue it. Though you can’t help but notice the way tiny tendrils seem to peek out curiously from its finger, spreading a few inches across your chest as they feel their way about. You’re about to swat its hand away, but it seems to notice your discomfort and pulls away, resting the offending appendage on its thigh.

Adam sighs as he withdraws his healing energies, a reaffirming hand on the small of your back as he helps you stand up properly. “So you are the new vanguard assigned to us. Tell me then why I sense the stain of Knull’s essence in your being?” His voice isn’t as hostile as you might have expected. There’s a cautiousness in his tone and in his movements, to be sure, but it’s clear that his curiosity has been piqued.

“Knull is just as much our enemy as he is yours, golden one,” it growls, squinting those wide, white alien eyes at your comrade. “We do not recognize his authority even if he is our creator.”

Adam’s lips press into a thin line. “While I find it difficult to trust you easily, there is wisdom in your words. Wisdom I can personally relate to.” He nods, and the possessive grip he has on your back relaxes slightly. “Welcome to the team, Venom.”

The three (four?) of you fell into quite the, ahem, symbiotic relationship over the next few weeks. You worked quite well together: without the focus of the enemy’s fire, you were able to dish out a lot more damage, and Adam found it much easier to heal a target that mitigates much of the damage it takes in the first place. It also helps that the two had found common ground in something, even if it occasionally put them at odds.

They were both obsessed with you.

Protecting you, healing you, taking care of you, killing for you. You’d begun to notice the energy shift and just how acutely aware they both were of your well-being at all times. There were also the extra glancing touches, lingering glances. You were used to those from Adam before, but those had been ignited into a fury once Venom had begun them as well. At first it was unsettling, but you’d grown accustomed to the way its tendrils caressed and wrapped around you in passing. If it carried you to Adam for healing, you could feel the way stray tentacles explored, dipping and slithering about. Never where they shouldn’t, but the intention was still quite clear. And that healing energy, the kind that makes your knees buckle? Yeah, Adam had returned to applying that in full force.

It all came to a head when you were all turning in for the night during a scouting mission. You had some down time while waiting for the target to make a move, so you made camp in an abandoned convenience store in one of the more wrecked parts of the city. Lighting a fire could potentially draw too much attention, and seeing as you were really the only one to suffer from any sort of cold, it fell to Adam and Venom to keep you warm. As you all lie down on a makeshift bed of blankets with bags of stale cereal for pillows, Venom is the first to make its move.

They bickered a little less nowadays, at least, so all Adam gives Venom is a slightly disappointed glance when those symbiotic tendrils curl around your body. Despite its intentions, they’re cold and slimy, and you shiver at the initial feeling. It responds by liquefying itself even further, enveloping your limbs and waist in a cold black that slowly responds to and encases your body heat. Adam rolls onto his side, propping his head up on his hand as he watches the two of you.

“Is that… comfortable?” he asks with genuine curiosity as he watches the slick ooze form to your body’s shape. It stirs something in him, but he’s not ready to admit that yet.

The shuddering subsides as your body acclimates to its symbiotic cocoon. “It’s warm, at least. It’s not uncomfortable,” you respond. But, as a living entity, it seems the symbiote can’t quite stay still, pulsing and writhing against you. It seeps under your clothes, seeking out your body heat to better maintain it, and you squirm slightly. Body heat doesn’t seem to be something you’ll be struggling with for long, as your face begins to flush with the way those tendrils caress you almost lovingly.

Adam could have sworn he saw Venom smiling knowingly, but it could be so difficult to read its expression. Once he hears your staggered breaths, however, his eyes narrow even if he doesn’t make an immediate move. “What are you doing to Y/N?”

“Keeping this one warm,” it responds with a guttural groan. You feel something stir against your backside, and it causes you to gasp. “We know of a good way to do this.”

The golden man’s throat goes dry as he watches. Your body squirms, yes, but it doesn’t look as though you’re trying to break free. And he of all people recognizes the flush on your face and that needy warmth that radiates from your soul. 

You were enjoying this, even if you yourself hadn’t recognized it yet.

And then that long, pink tongue is snaking around your neck and teasing at your parted lips.

“This one feels good on us. We would please you further, if you allow us…” it whispers, that normally grating voice taking on a low and almost seductive quality. “We have thought of this a long time.”

Those tendrils are dipping into your hero suit, teasing along your hip bone or touching just out of reach of your hardening nipples. It’s hard to breathe, not from the tongue that curls about your neck, but from the arousal that builds in your core. You ache with a primal need, you ache for more, so much so that you almost forget that Venom is waiting patiently for your permission. How quaint for a being that’s clearly fine with fondling you already.

“A…And Adam?” you finally eke out, and you see his cheeks turn a deep copper at your offer of inclusion.

“The… blindingly golden one may join. We do not care. We only wish to feel you and keep you warm. Hot.” A tendril finally snakes around your nipple, flicking it beneath your clothes. “Quivering.”

For now, it’s all Adam can do to watch as Venom toys with your body, snaking between your legs and lifting one up as it begins exploring your thighs. Venom parts its symbiotic casing of you, leaving your desire on evident display even beneath your clothing. Even that is done away with quickly as its appendages work in tandem to strip that away, leaving you bare and naked before them both. The chill of night is all but forgotten as you moan at Venom’s ministrations, and Adam is finally spurred to action as he swallows those sounds with his lips on yours. This feels wrong, like he’s aiding in your defilement by allowing this symbiote to have its way with you, but then he feels your hand shoving its way down his pants as you palm at his hardening length.

“Y/N,” he gasps out, breaking the kiss as you stroke him back and forth, flicking your thumb over that sensitive golden tip. Your movements are much less sure than they usually are, distracted by the way Venom’s tendrils travel lower, lower…

They tease at your entrance, slathering your skin in black slick as they poke and prod. It draws a staggered cry from your lips. Adam watches you in awe, twitches in your hand even as it falters, cupping your face in his hands before kissing you hungrily. Desire wins out over duty in his mind as he bucks into your touch.

“This one is responsive. We knew this would be enjoyable,” Venom growls before that tongue begins gently squeezing, restricting the air from your lungs ever so slightly. You see stars in your vision as the asphyxiation only turns you on further.

Venom’s tentacles spread your legs further as smaller ones thread their way into you, fucking in and out while your mind goes blank. Adam’s lips continue to devour yours, and it isn’t long before his tongue spears into your mouth, demanding even more. You’re desperately tugging at Adam’s pants with the hand that isn’t wrapped around his cock, and more symbiotic tendrils aid in your efforts to divest your mutual partner of the offending fabric. Adam kicks it off readily as Venom tosses it to the side. When that golden length springs free, you stroke at it with a renewed vigor and, much to your surprise, your hand is joined by a slimy black tentacle wrapping around the base.

“A-ah, that is-” Adam stammers, but his words are cut off by a broken moan as you and Venom work in tandem. That slick quickens and smooths your movements, acting like lubrication that leaves your golden god gasping for breath even as he kisses you again.

All the while, Venom continues adding more and more to your spreading hole, thicker tendrils fucking into you relentlessly. You can feel its cock resting against your ass and silently thank whatever powers are listening that this symbiote was kind enough to prepare you before spearing you with that.

As if it’s reading your mind somehow, you feel more than hear Venom’s growling chortle behind you. “This one still isn’t ready for all of us.”

You’re perfectly aware of that, and even still you feel a growing fire building in the pit of your belly. Tentacles squeeze and tug at your nipples while others dance and grope at the apex of your thighs. A few even whip experimentally at your ass, and you choke out a moan despite the tongue that keeps a tight hold around your throat.

“Golden one. What is it that you normally do to this one to make them cry so deliciously?” Venom asks Adam, snapping the man out of his own building orgasm as he focuses his attention back on you.

“I-I,” he stutters, deciding actions would speak louder than words when said words fail him. The hands that cradle your head begin to travel, but one of them stays and presses two fingers against your parted lips. You stare at Adam with pleading eyes and pupils blackened with lust, eagerly opening your mouth further to allow him access. He slowly fucks your mouth with those digits as your tongue laves them with attention.

And then the energy flows forth.

You practically go cross-eyed as those streams of golden energy spread through your body, caressing your tongue and filling your mind with pleasure. At that very moment, Venom’s tongue withdraws from your neck, allowing you to scream out as all of the sensations overwhelm you at once. Those tendrils filling you so deliciously almost seem thicker now, and you can feel the way they stretch your walls. Adam’s healing quite literally mind-fucks you, and the vein on his cock pulses as you continue stroking it. Your exposed neck doesn’t need to wait for long as sharp teeth sink into it. It’s a white-hot, searing pain, but paired with the constant flow of Adam’s power, it’s replaced with pleasure as quickly as it hurts.

You’re so close. You can feel it pooling low in your stomach and they can sense it. Adam’s mouth waters as he continues thrusting his fingers into yours, mimicking the pace at which Venom spears you. Your fingers and Venom’s tendril wrap around him so perfectly. But it’s not enough.

“Need… Need your mouth,” Adam finally speaks, and how can you deny such a request when those hooded milky eyes stare at you with such unrestrained desire?

Venom withdraws its tentacles from you just as Adam removes his fingers, and you whine at the sudden loss of stimulation. You were so close, and they were so mean for that.

Those are your thoughts, at least, until you feel Venom manhandling you onto your knees. Its tendrils still slither and slide around your body, but you notice now that none of them seek to enter you. No. There was something altogether larger prodding at you now.

Sweat drips down your back as you begin to tense up. Venom’s tongue laps at the salty sweet of you as it positions itself, and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel the head of its cock slip inside with an audible pop.

And gods, that was just the head.

Breathing just got a lot harder. You're practically gasping, and Adam kneels in front of you before sliding his own length into your open mouth. Inch by inch, Venom fills you from behind, stretching you for what feels like an eternity. Adam at least has the restraint to keep himself to shallow thrusts, cupping your chin as he stares down at your absolutely fucked-out face. Your lips close around the tip and you try desperately to focus on the salty taste of his precum as you swipe your tongue up his slit. It’s hard to focus on anything else though when Venom is set upon rearranging your insides.

Finally, after a few minutes of that, Venom bottoms out in you. If you thought you couldn’t breathe before, you certainly weren’t prepared for this. You’ve never felt so full in your life, and with your mouth occupied, you feel like you might pass out.

That is, until you remember you have a nose to breathe through. Though, who could blame you for forgetting when your mind is going blank with pleasure? You inhale deeply, furrowing your brows as you take a moment to concentrate on getting air back into your lungs. Sensing your discomfort, Adam runs a soothing hand through your hair.

“You are doing so well, Y/N. I know you can continue,” Adam praises, and Venom groans at the way you clench around it in response. He trickles healing energy into your head, leaving your mind buzzing and numb in the best way.

Venom is the first to move in earnest, pulling its cock out before slamming it back into you. Your eyes widen and you feel your stomach distend from the force of it, but once again Adam’s healing prevents any long lasting damage. No, instead, every ounce of pain is immediately converted into pleasure as your body stitches itself back together.

“It is good you are here, golden one. We would likely destroy this one’s organs if you were not here to heal Y/N,” Venom’s gurgled speech states through grunting thrusts.

You’re going to be completely ruined after this.

Adam can only laugh breathlessly. “I had never considered such a thing. I have only endeavored to be gentle with Y/N. Perhaps this warrants further experimentation,” he replies. Oh… you’re not sure if you hate or love the sound of that.

Once Venom has settled into a steady rhythm, Adam begins to increase his pace until he’s fucking your mouth. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but the hand at your chin continues pouring forth that golden energy. Your throat doesn’t even get a chance to ache from the intrusion before it subsides completely. That process continues, repeating endlessly, as you find yourself utterly spitroasted between them.

Loathe as he might normally be to admit it, the choked gurgling and slobbered moans that sound from your throat only bring Adam closer all the quicker. His eyebrows knit together as he gasps and groans, holding your head in place as he loses himself in the wet cavern of your mouth. You obediently suck and lave on his cock even as spittle dribbles down your chin. Venom takes its pleasure readily, growling possessively as it hunches over you. You’ve braced yourself on your hands for long enough, but your muscles begin to fail you as your arms shake and slip. Venom wraps its tentacles around you and holds you up, using its large hand to capture your wrists behind your back. Now you really have no choice but to take everything they give you, spearing you from both sides as you’re overwhelmed by their cocks and the golden morphine that pulses through you.

“This one will cum soon.” It’s a proclamation, not a prediction. Tendrils swirl and tug on your nipples, tentacles work you from the front, and soon its tongue is wrapped around your neck again. Venom growls in satisfaction as it feels the bulge of Adam in your throat, and Adam’s breathing stutters at the sudden tightness.

Your eyes are rolling back into your head. You might die, you think. Forget the “little death,” this felt like an imminent explosion. Your face is a mess of tears and drool.

Adam is the first. His thrusts grow erratic at this newfound constriction. Your name spills forth from his lips, over and over, a desperate prayer before he spills stream after stream of his cum down your throat. You swallow it eagerly, even if it leaves you coughing a bit when he finally withdraws from your mouth.

Once Adam pulls away, you feel everything. No more healing to mask what Venom was doing to you. But you were too far gone at this point. Even without that golden energy, pain was becoming nothing but pleasure to you. And with your mouth unoccupied, your screams go unimpeded save for the tongue around your neck. It builds, pulse after pulse, thrust after thrust, until that spark ignites fully into an inferno.

You cum with a strangled cry, convulsing around Venom’s cock as you make an absolute mess of yourself. Your voice gurgles and you see stars before your body goes limp. Venom has no issue keeping you aloft as it finishes, thrusting into you erratically with a final roar before pulling out of you to spurt ribbon after ribbon of spend onto your heaving back. The tentacles withdraw suddenly and you collapse onto the ground, unable to move a muscle.

As you all take a moment to collect yourselves and catch your breath, you hear vehicles in the distance and the shouts of several henchmen. Thankfully, they seem to be heading away from you this time. You’re not sure you could take on any bad guys right now.

Oh. Of course they were running away.

Your head falls to the ground with a light thud, and you groan now that you’ve come down from your orgasmic bliss.

“So much for not giving away our location…” you mumble ashamedly.

A hum akin to a laugh rumbles in Venom’s chest. “It is no surprise with the sounds being made. This one is quite vocal.”

You groan again, hiding your face behind your hands. Adam finds himself chuckling too, even if this little debacle has put a handicap on your mission. “I am sure we will pick up on their trail come morning. But perhaps, for now, we all should get some rest?” he offers as he gathers his and your clothes and folds them into a neat pile.

Venom murmurs its agreement before it begins to envelop both of you in that symbiotic cocoon, surprising Adam as he finds himself pressed so intimately against you and Venom. But after that session, it’s hard to protest anything, and it isn’t long before you both fall soundly asleep in the embrace of your diligent vanguard.

[fairestwriting]

Hey, hello, would it be possible to request the first years with a crush or s/o who's constantly very warm so they can basically act as a human heating pad but despite this they're very touch starved and basically melt into hugs and cuddles, gender neutral pronouns would be great, thank you very much and merry (probably late) Christmas if you do this and same to you even if you don't!

another oldie (Visibly. im so sorry anon. i hope an awesome holiday season) i just had to take...... in the name of all my fellow human space heaters

Ace Trappola

One day, his hands got cold, and you were nearby, neck fully exposed, and Ace did what he would obviously do in this situation. Except it turned out he was the one shocked by how warm you are, even though he did make you jump a bit.

He's a fan of the physical affection. He doesn't fluster easily and likes showing you off all smug, linking your arms together or putting his over your shoulder while you're with your friends. The warmth is a great bonus.

When you cuddle up in a hot day, he whines about how you're gonna cook him alive and will jokingly "attempt" to push you off while giggling, then turning on the AC of his room or dragging you both somewhere cooler.

Deuce Spade

The first time you hug, Deuce gets spooked because he thinks you have a fever. He fusses over you for a few good minutes before you can explain anything. Then gets embarrassed of his reaction.

Being Deuce, he'll randomly revisit this worry, but mostly he just eases into it rather easily. He's a little shy, whether you're in public or not, but you can tell he feels comfortable with the way he leans into you.

Feels so bad if you're holding hands and his gets sweaty. Apologizes a billion times while wiping it clean on his shirt. Nevermind that it'd happen even if you weren't so warm, he just doesn't want you to ever feel awkward when touching him.

Jack Howl

Also really warm because of his wolf beastman genes, also surprisingly touchy. It's hard to tell which one of you is warmer, actually? Which in the end just means you end up comfortably cuddled up very oftwn.

...whenever you're away from others, of course. It's not that Jack hates the thought of PDA, but he "prefers to take it slow" (Read: Makes him blush way too easy)

Commiserates in the summer and celebrates in the winter if you're not very tolerant to heat like him. Sometimes he talks about his family's trips to the north with a voice softer than usual, hinting just a little bit that he'd really love it if you came along one day.

Epel Felmier

He's also on the warmer side temperature wise, but he's small, so he ends up getting cold surprisingly easily.

At first he's a bit spooked with the touchyness, really just because it's his first relationship, but it grows on him. A lot.

Epel thinks him getting cold easy-ish is embarrassing, so he really feels like he won the lottery here. Now he gets to put his arm around your waist to stay warm and look cool with you by his side, boy's on top of the world.

Sebek Zigvolt

Runs very cold. The first time your hand is anywhere on him he jumps a bit. The situation's like the inverse of someone who gets startled by their friend's cold hands pressed to their neck.

He briefly questions if you're really human, stammering something about how only beastmen are so warm. He's too distracted by how nice your warmth feels to make much sense.

He's so easily flustered every time you get cuddly, but if he even tries to push you off (Which he mostly just does if you're in public) it comes out all feeble. Even if he's trying to keep up with etiquette and you two actually have to step away from each other, it's all over his face that he misses the coziness.

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[scarletwants]

i don’t know if you weite for other The Boys characters but if you do i would love something soft with A-Train. he has a rare moment of downtime and he and his partner can go out on the town and try to have a quiet date night. they both get dressed up nice and head out to their reservation at some fancy new restaurant… chaos ensues in one way or another.

obviously he’s one of the most popular recognizable people in america so those plans for a relaxing evening together go to shit. people asking for photos and generally not respecting Reggie or his partner. they end up just going back in early for the night, cuddling up with takeout and a movie.

i would live for this to be with a gender neutral reader if possible.

if you do write this, thank you so much!

- 🎠

a quiet night in.

notes : of course anon!!! this is such a sweet ask <3 summary: A-Train's attempt at a quiet dinner date is disrupted by fans, but he and his partner find comfort in each other, ending the night with takeout and a cozy movie at home. warnings: tooth rotting fluff, we love a train :')

The city lights sparkled like jewels, a kaleidoscope of colors reflecting off the skyscrapers as A-Train, or Reggie as you called him, stood beside you. Tonight, he wasn't the supe, the speedster, the face everyone knew. He was simply your Reggie, dressed in a tailored suit that hugged his athletic frame perfectly. You adjusted your outfit, feeling a bit nervous but excited about the night ahead.

Reggie had managed to carve out some rare downtime and the two of you were determined to make the most of it. Your reservation at one of the newest, fanciest restaurants in the city was the highlight of the week. As you both walked hand in hand towards the entrance, you could feel the stares and hear the murmurs.

"Isn't that A-Train?" "Oh my God, it's really him!"

Reggie squeezed your hand gently, a silent reassurance that he was here with you, for you. Inside, the ambiance was perfect—soft lighting, a gentle hum of conversation, and the aroma of exquisite cuisine wafting through the air. The maître d' led you to your table, and you both settled in, hoping for an uninterrupted evening.

But as soon as you sat down, the bubble of tranquility burst. A couple at a nearby table started whispering loudly, their excitement palpable. Soon, one brave soul approached.

“Hey, A-Train! Big fan, man. Can I get a picture?"

Reggie forced a polite smile, his eyes flicking to you apologetically. "Sure, just one," he said, standing up for the photo.

One photo turned into three, then five, then what felt like an endless stream of admirers. The restaurant, which had initially seemed a haven, transformed into a circus of flashing cameras and excited chatter. You watched Reggie try to balance his public persona with his desire to be with you, his frustration growing more visible with each intrusion.

After what felt like an eternity, the waiter finally brought your appetizers. You both tried to enjoy them, but the constant interruptions made it impossible to relax.

"Hey, man, could you sign this?"

"Can I get a shout-out for my Instagram?"

By the time the main course arrived, Reggie looked ready to bolt. The final straw was when a particularly eager fan knocked over a glass of wine, splashing it onto your outfit. The fan apologized profusely, but the damage was done.

Reggie stood up, his jaw clenched. "I'm really sorry," he said, addressing both the fan and you. "But we have to go."

You didn't argue. The night, which had promised so much, was now a disappointment. As you stepped out into the cool night air, Reggie pulled you close, his arm around your shoulders.

"I'm so sorry," he murmured, his frustration giving way to genuine regret. "I just wanted us to have a nice night."

You shook your head, leaning into him. "It's okay, Reggie. I know you tried."

The walk back to his apartment was quiet, the city bustling around you but feeling oddly distant. Once inside, you both changed into more comfortable clothes. Reggie ordered takeout from your favorite place, and you set up a movie, hoping to salvage the evening.

When the food arrived, you spread it out on the coffee table, the comforting aroma of noodles and dumplings filling the room. You both settled on the couch, your legs tangled together as the movie started.

As the opening credits rolled, Reggie sighed, pulling you closer. "I hate that I can't give you a normal night out."

You looked up at him, seeing the genuine care and frustration in his eyes. "Reggie, this is perfect. We don't need fancy restaurants or big nights out. I just need you."

His expression softened, and he kissed your forehead. "I love you," he whispered.

You smiled, snuggling into him. "I love you too."

The movie played on, but it was more of a background to your quiet conversation and shared laughter. The chaos of the evening melted away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of comfort and love.

As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you realized that these were the moments that mattered. The quiet nights in, the takeout dinners, and the feeling of being completely at ease with each other. This was your perfect night, after all. <3

[flippinpancakes64]

The Cullen with a human partner who has very noticeable freckles all over his body and who is discouraged that after the transformation they will disappear.

The Cullens with a reader with Freckles

I made this a little more general to include headcanons of the Cullens with a reader who has freckles. I also made it gender neutral/not specified.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He loves your freckles

When you’re asleep, he has nothing better to do than count them

He loves when summer rolls around and he can watch as the sun pulls more out of your skin

If you’re ever insecure about them, he shuts that down instantly

He loves them so shut up

Now according to Stephenie Meyer, vampires lose all of the melanin in their skin when they transform

But that’s stupid so I’m gonna ignore that

When he turns you, you notice that your skin is stuck in the permanent state of winter, where your freckles are at their most faint

He tries to reassure you that they’re still visible

It takes him one entire night of kissing all of them for you to believe him :)

Alice:

She thinks they’re adorable

She wishes she had some

Makes a point to tell you that

Again, she loves the summertime because they become more obvious

One time, she drew a picture of you in art class and you were stunned at the amount of detail in which she captured your freckles

Like she got them in all the right spots, right amounts, everything

Before she turns you, you tell her that you're concerned about your freckles disappearing

She tries to convince you that they won't, but to be honest she doesn't know for sure

After she turns you, she notices that you’re pretty upset

She helps you recreate your freckles with makeup if she notices that it really bothers you

But other than that she tries her best to help you forget

She reassures you that she still thinks you are very adorable/attractive

Jasper:

He thinks they are so enchanting

He gets lost just staring at you very often

Whether that's because he's staring at your freckles or just you is up for debate-

Either way he loves them

He gets shocked around the summertime

"Did you do your makeup today?"

"No, why?"

"'Cause you've got more of those spots than normal"

When he (or Carlisle, let's be honest) turns you, he instantly notices the difference

They're not all gone, but a good chunk of them are

He's a little sad too

But he still loves you so

He does his best to cheer you up

He uses his gift to make you feel better

Rosalie:

When she was alive, freckles were considered ugly blemishes

But she never understood that

She always thought they were cute

So when she sees you and all of the freckles that you have, she is instantly in love

Another one who counts them while you're sleeping sorry

She's the only one who actually has an answer about whether or not your freckles will stay when you get turned

She still has her beauty mark, after all

So at the very least, your biggest, most noticeable ones will stay

And when she turns you, she is proven right

Obviously you're both bummed that not all of them stick around, but she reassures you that it's okay

Emmett:

It isn't the first thing that he notices about you

He sees your personality first

Jk jk jk

I mean it's just not the first thing he sees

However, when summer rolls around and suddenly all of your freckles have multiplied and they're all darker, he notices

"So... what are all of those?"

"All of what?"

"The spots on your face... and arms... and chest"

He thinks they suit you though

One day, Alice used some foundation to cover them all up to play a prank on him and he was so shocked

Almost didn't recognize you

After he turns you, he doesn't really notice the difference

You're gonna have to point it out to him

But he just tells you that he still thought you looked the same

Reassures you that you're probably the only one who's noticed that you're missing a few

Esme:

She thinks they are adorable

I can see her having had a cousin or a niece/nephew who had a whole bunch of freckles when she was alive

She always wanted some

So she adores yours

Loves to stare into your face while you sleep or whenever you aren't doing anything

When you approach her with your concern, she honestly doesn't know the answer

She never had any significant marks on her body, so she never noticed anything missing when she was turned

After she turns you, if you are upset because you're missing a good chunk of your freckles, she tries her best to reassure you that it's okay

"You had more than enough to spare anyway :)"

Carlisle:

It's not really something he noticed first either

He sees so many people everyday that at some point you stop looking really hard

But as he gets closer with you, he notices all of your spots

He thinks they are so unique

It also makes him reflect on past beauty standards

He does go on a whole rant though about the science of freckles

Melanin pockets in the skin and whatever

Unlike literally everyone else that you ask, he does actually have an answer

The most prominent of your freckles will stick around, similar to Rosalie's beauty mark, and the lighter ones that really only show up in the summer will disappear

Mostly because you're not gonna be tanning anymore lol

He comforts you with science

And of course he tells you over and over again that you are still jst as attractive as you've always been

Vampire! Bella:

She's not too shocked

From the very few very grainy pictures I could find of Renee on Google, she has some light freckles all over her face too

So it's not like they're some new exotic thing to her

But again, she feels like they suit you

Like she can't imagine you without them

When you ask her, she has no clue

Like genuinely none sorry

But she reassures you that it can't be that bad

When you do get turned and you lose some of your freckles, she tries her best to console you

"I'm sorry, really I didn't know if they would disappear or not"

She tells you that you are beautiful/handsome/attractive either way

[skzthelomlhehe]

"Is my skin that ugly?" College students vocalracha x F/reader of colour

Total masterlist Tag Reqs:@arestoucries

Heeyy pookieeess~ earlier I was taking a nap and had a dream lolz~ this is just gonna be a short and sweet fluff sorta angsty little oneshot based off of that dream. This is for all the brown girlies like me and the darker girlies who feel insecure about their skin.

Just so you know, you're all beautiful regardless of colour, body shape or anything for the matter. You're all extremely gorgeous in your own ways. Please don't let anyone say otherwise, my love ❤️ be a little kinder to yourself, yeah?

Also this is gonna be gender neutral so to all the dark boy pookies out there, y'all are extremely handsome as well ❤️

Hope you guys enjoy!

Genre: a little fluff a little angst, roommate vocalracha

Warnings: mention of racism, violence.

Synopsis: you're a person of colour who is a transfer student in a prestigious Korean University. You got here on a great merit but unfortunately have to face a lot of racism due to your skin. You seek your roommates' comfort and later find out they... Took care of the problem.

It was a long day at uni. You were drained. More so emotionally. Having to deal with nasty glares and snickers because you were of color was tough. You've always known that Korea was a racist country but... The emotional damage you suffer is something you didn't expect.

You walked in to your shared apartment. Jeongin and Seungmin were on the dining table laughing about something. Usually you'd join in on the fun but today... It was different story. You were extremely homesick, missed eating your childhood comfort meal, the bullying was starting to really get to you.

You always thought you were capable of brushing it off but maybe that wasn't the case. Not today at least. You threw your back on the couch, flopping down on the soft mattress of it. You leaned back, your palms covered your face as you let out a deep sigh.

The two boys, visibly worried, walked up to you. "What's up, Y/N-ah?" Jeongin asked, concerned. "I bet college works too much for this kid heh" Seungmin chimed in, trying to joke and lighten the mood.

Jeongin and Seungmin chuckled but soon flinched to a serious reality when they heard you sniffle. They looked at you and realised you were crying.

Jeongin tried to hold your hands apart, revealing your face which now flooded with tears. "Y/N?? Why are you crying??" He asked. Seungmin looked equally worried. Guilt filling his gaze.

You weren't the type who would cry that easily, especially not in front of others. But today, for some reason, it was too hard to hold back. "Be honest guys... Is my skin that ugly...?" You sobbed.

Both the guys looked at you surprised. Their demeanor changing instantly. "What?? Why would you even say that??" Seungming queried. From his eyes it looked like he was starting to get mad.

You looked down, still sobbing. "There's these... These people in my class who... Who keep bullying me because I'm of colour and... I always brushed it off but... I can't anymore..." You bent down, crying even harder now.

Jeongin kneeled down, looking up at you. "Who was it?" He asked. His voice stern and cold. The look in his eyes equally terrifying as if he was ready to kill. You looked up at Seungmin who was standing next to you, his fists clenched and eyes equally raging.

You tried to brush it off saying it'll all be over once you graduate anyway. Knowing how overprotective they were of you... There's no saying what they could do.

The two men realised you were shaken up. Noticing it, their gazes turned softer. "Come on, Y/N-ah... Please tell us..." Jeongin looked at you with puppy eyes, still kneeling down.

Seungmin sat next to you, pulling you in for a hug, while your head rest on his chest, his hand rested on your head gently patting you, "Please tell us everything that happened, Y/N-ah... We just want to be there for you. You're not ugly. You're the most good looking person we've met. You're so unique... So adorable... So attractive. How could you say that?" He whispered.

Jeongin got up as well, sitting next to you and patting your back. "Go on, Y/N-ah" he whispered.

You finally gave in, spilling everything. How people would give you nasty glances and snicker at you in a disgusting manner. How they would call you racist slurs. Sometimes even throw your things away and drop food or juice on you.

In the meantime, Jeongin prepared some warm milk for you to calm down. After a while of venting you finally felt better.

"thanks for listening, guys... I really don't know why I got so sensitive..." You gripped the glass of milk in your hand.

The two reassured you, "come on. It's ok to feel vulnerable at times. It's okay to cry. You've been holding on to it for so long. You deserved to let it out. Just because you cried doesn't mean you're sensitive okay?" Seungmin said. His voice ever so warm and comforting.

"and you're absolutely NOT ugly. You're very very very attractive. You're so kind and smart, you're so hardworking and it's always so good to be around you. Those idiots don't know shit. Don't think about them, yeah?" Jeongin chimed in.

Although it was tough changing your perception about yourself, it definitely felt nice to be told you're not ugly. It felt so comforting to be loved and cherished.

You yawned, making the two chuckle for some reason. You looked at them dumb founded, "what?" You shot at them. "It's nothing haha let's go to bed shall we?" Jeongin laughed.

The three of you head to bed. And that was one of the best sleep you'd had for a long while.

Weekend rolled by. You took your time relaxing at home, giving your parents a call and telling them about it. They encouraged you as well. You were starting to feel better already.

And soon, Monday came by in the blink of an eye. Even after all the encouragement, you felt hesitant to go. But you pushed through and went anyway.

The atmosphere was weird. People were looking at you, yes but this time it was nasty glances. They looked... Scared?

"yah! Y/N-ah! Come here!" Seungmin called out. You smiled seeing him and Jeongin waiting for you in one of the benches.

You went over to them, sitting down beside them. "Good morning." Jeongin smiled, "sorry we left early. We had some work."

"yeah good morning. Also no it's fine." You replied "But what's going on though? Why's the atmosphere so weird?" You asked, confused, raising an eyebrow.

Seungmin and Jeongin looked at each other and smirked. "You'll find out soon enough~" seungmin smiled at you slyly. It just made you feel even more weird.

The professor came in shortly after, his face grim. Since you were sitting on the front raw, he could see you when he walked in and his face went white pale the moment his eyes laid on yours.

He looked away, clearing his throat. "Class, I have an announcement to make." He spoke out.

You were even more confused. What happened?

Moments after, the professor spoke again. Apparently the group of people who had been harassing you were expelled for harassment of peers and many more charges. Once expelled, they were found beaten to a pulp in the cafeteria where they first started physically assaulting you.

You looked at the two boys who were snickering the entire time. You were stunned. Jaw almost dropping.

"wh-what did you guys do...?" You asked. Your eyes open wide. Your face visibly confused. "Oh it's nothing~ we just gave them a little nudge~" jeongin giggled. "Oh and we also 'politely' warned the professors who turned a blind eye to you that if you or anyone else every got harrassment, it would turn a bit bitter for them~" seungmin chimed in.

You were genuinely confused, should you be laughing or should you be terrified? Regardless, you felt an overwhelming sense of warmth. You knew they had your back and you couldn't be happier.

"always remember, Y/N-ah..." Jeongin whispered, "You're actually fucking stunning." Both of them finished.

Fin~

Just gonna say this once more, all of you are extremely extremely attractive so don't let anyone else make you think otherwise!! All you need is a good heart and mwah! Love you pookies~ bye byeeee

[depressopax]

Hello!! I cannot get enough of your Dale Cooper fics and i was wondering if could request a little something? I was thinking either they/them or ftm reader (your choice) that is sharing a bed with Cooper at the Great Northern. They are partners who have been pining after each other for a while now, and reader ends up having a wet dream while laying next to him. Maybe Cooper wakes them up and as they are fumble around trying to apologize, he confesses his crush? It could lead to soft smut or even something more desperate between the two.

Im just spitballing here, i just can't stop thinking about Dale sitting all flustered next to his partner in bed😭

Thank you!!!

Hi there anon! Thank you for your request, and I'm sorry it took me so long to write this! It's been a while, but if you see this - I hope you like it! Have a good day <3

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut & fluff Warning(s): Smut BUT with plot, cuss words, Dale being a slut for reader, sexual tension. Reader is gender-neutral (they/them pronouns!) Words: 1.6k Summary: Dale’s reaction to reader having a wet dream about him. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

Dreams come true

Fandom - Twin Peaks

Dale Cooper x gn!reader

“Dale…” 

He’s just lying there on the double bed, afraid to move a muscle in case you wake up. It feels like the moans are filling the room. It’s hard to do anything - think, move, fall back asleep. He’s relieved the room is so dark and hides the fact he’s a blushing mess. 

“Dale…” you murmur, your sleepy voice laced in arousal. In the dream, you’re making out. He’s touching you in all the right places, causing your body to arch up into his palm, desperate for more. More, Dale… 

Whilst you’re in pure heaven, the sleep occupied by the wet dream, Cooper feels like he’s stuck in a nightmare. You’re dreaming of him and moaning his name. He’s the reason you’re visibly turned on right now, and it drives him crazy.  Yet, there’s nothing he can do, but listen… 

His mind is torn between Just wake them up - and let them dream for a bit more… 

Yesterday, the two of you arrived at the Town of Twin Peaks. Entering the Great Northern caused you to gasp, never having been at a fancy hotel like this before - for free. Being a special agent has it’s perks sometimes. Dale chuckled.

“Hey… You’re gonna catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that.” 

You were quick to close your mouth, which you had not realized was hanging open from awe. 

“Shut up, Coop.” you had replied with a grin, nudging him to the side. Finding the reception desk took a while, both of you were too impressed with the hotel, and even got lost whilst exploring the big lobby. The receptionist greeted you with a kind smile and Cooper talked for the both of you.

You are co-workers, both part of the FBI and currently working on the complex Laura Palmer case. 

“Ah, Mr. Cooper. I’m very sorry, but it seems like the booking is for one room only.” Your heart had stopped momentarily. “We are very sorry, and will fix you another room by tomorrow. Would sharing rooms be okay for the two of you, only for tonight?” 

Dale looked at you, and if you saw it right, he was flustered too. 

“Yea. That’s fine.” you had replied, with a dry voice.

Next shock came once settled in the fancy room, decorated with dark tree furnitures, red rugs and armchairs, and a king sized bed in the middle. Double bed. 

“I uhh… I can sleep on the floor, if you want.” Dale offered. There was nothing more you wanted than to tell him it was ok, and that you could share bed. But the look on his face, and the confusing feelings within you made you answer without thinking twice: “Yea. That’d be great.” 

“So.. Let’s leave the bags here and head down to the police station, yea?” Dale desperately tried changing subjects, something you were relieved over.

“Yes, let’s go.”

By the end of the day, and after dinner at a cozy café called Double R Diner, you arrived at the hotel room. 

“That was some damn good coffee!” 

You couldn’t help but find Dale’s enthusiasm adorable, loving the way his dark eyes light up whenever he speaks about something he’s passionate about. 

“You and your coffee.” you shook your head and he chuckled.

“I don’t know… You seemed to like it, too! And I’m not forgiving you for stealing a bite of my cherry pie!”

“It was your second slice! And I didn’t know you’d return from the bathroom so damn quickly!”

“I caught you red handed!”

“What are you gonna do about it, Coop?” you cooed. His face heated up and he let out a nervous laughter. 

“That’s the question, huh?” He swallowed hard. Fuck, why do they make me so nervous? His gaze landed on the smile on your lips. God, their lips look so soft. 

“Coop?” your voice woke him from the trance. 

“Sorry. I’m tired.” his hands were shaking as he unlocked the door to the hotel room, and he hoped you didn't notice. But you did. 

So came the night. You sat up in bed and watched Dale twist and turn on the couch, with a blanket thrown over him. 

“Coop?” 

“Hmm?” He looked at you, trying to not look down at that adorable pajamas you were wearing. Be a gentleman. He thought, whilst fighting the complicated feelings within. 

“Are you alright over there?”

“Yea.” A fake smile. The bed looks so comfortable. 

You sighed.

“Dale. This is ridiculous. We’re both grown-ups. I’m sure we can share a bed.” 

His heart skipped a beat. Shit, shit, shit. 

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“You could never make me uncomfortable.” And you meant it. Besides, the thought of sleeping next to him made your body heat up. As he finally climbed up in the king sized bed next to you, both your hearts beat in union, unaware of the effect you had on each other. 

“Big day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Yea. This case is tricky.” Dale frowned.

“Nothing we can’t solve. Together.”

The last part almost came out like a whisper. Dale smiled in reply. 

“Together.”

Only two hours later, he lies wide awake. So much for a good night's sleep. He clutches the blanket tighter around him, as if trying to hide the growing erection from his own gaze. Just wake them up. 

“Fuck…” you murmur, and turn around in sleep. You turn sideways, now facing him. Oh god. Your lips slightly parted, soft moans escaping your mouth. Dale stares in awe. He feels like a fucking creep, but oh, you look so damn beautiful. The blanket covering your body moves with the rise and falls of your chest. His gaze wanders down. He wonders if you’re wet, from thinking of him. If the blanket makes your body warm and sweaty. He wonders… He sits up quickly. I can’t do this. Fuck. 

Dale thinks he’s being quiet, that you’re a heavy sleeper. But the sound of him moving makes you blink your eyes open. 

“Coop?” your voice is hoarse from sleep, confusion lacing it. 

He sits on the side of the bed, his feets on the floor, and hands resting in his lap. 

What is… You blush up. Shit. The dream. Wet dream. Did he hear it? You feel like sinking into the floor from humiliation. Fuck fuck, fuck! 

Dale doesn’t turn around, despite hearing your voice. So soft, so sleepy. 

“I’m sorry…” you whisper. Covering your face in your palms, you try gathering your thoughts. Your body still feels warm, sweaty and tingly, down there. Fuck. “Sorry.” 

You repeat, and this time, Dale turns around. A twinge of anxiety courses through him when he sees you. You look so embarrassed, so guilty.

“Hey… Hey…” 

His voice is soft now. He turns his body around to face you. He hopes you won’t notice the bulge through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. With a gentle yet firm movement, he grabs your hands and pulls them away, revealing your red face to him. His soft brown eyes gazes into yours and it feels like the world stops spinning. He’s so damn beautiful. You wish you could trace your fingers over that sharp jawline, and feel his lips all over you. 

“Don’t say sorry. Alright? You have nothing to be sorry about, dear.”

You believe him. He’s always honest, even when you wish he weren’t. But this time, it feels good. The only sound in the room is the ticking clock on the wall, and the mangled breaths from you and Dale. 

“You’re beautiful.” he murmurs. The shock on your face quickly turns into admiration.

“So are you.” 

“And… I’m honored to be part of your dreams. Especially those dreams.” he chuckles, and a smile spreads across your face. It warms his heart. “I like you, a lot.”

“Dale, I swear to god… If I’m still dreaming-”

His lips press against yours. They feel soft and smooth - perfect - against yours. Like they were meant to be together. 

“You’re not dreaming.” to prove his point further, he pinches your cheek. You giggle and pinch his nose back. “...And I’m not dreaming either. That’s good.” 

You lean forward again, feeling his smile against your lips as you kiss again. This time, you slip your tongue in his mouth. A muffled moan escapes his lips, and you feel more hot and bothered than before. This isn’t a dream. It was, but now it’s reality. You cup Dale’s face and bring him down with you when lying in bed. He props himself up, on top of you, one elbow on each side of you.

“I like you too, by the way.” you whisper. Dale looks at you with heavy lid eyes. He looks so damn dreamy. 

“I’m glad.” The next kiss is more demanding, and he presses his body down against yours. Now, you feel the bulge press against your lower abdomen, and it makes you gasp. 

“Sorry…” he whispers.

“Don’t say sorry, alright?” You say, repeating his words. He chuckles and looks at you with admiration. But he also looks shy.

“Can I touch you?” he asks hoarsely, almost pleading to feel you. All of you.

“Please.” 

He pulls the covers from your body, and his hands explore your body, the touch feather light. Everywhere. Every inch. When his hand slides into your pants, and down to your groin, you moan his name softly. 

“Dale…” you gasp.

“I’m here, dear. And I’m not going anywhere.” 

With that, he trails wet kisses down your body, and everything else fades. Only this time, it’s real.

Some dreams do come true.

ANDDDD there we go! My first fic in like two months YAY Thank you all for supporting me and for waking my account up from the dead with your kind words and fun requests LOL <3 If you liked this, feel free to reblog and comment! Love y'all

[owatazumi]

Keys. ꄗꗃ

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ lee heeseung feat. gender neutral reader. no warnings. reader studies a lot. not a lot of conversation between reader and heeseung. i kept it fairly simple and short, hope you don’t mind. #studying #neighbors2?? #friendshipdevelopment . word count: 632.

authors note: This should be my first heeseung post…? That’s crazy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Sorry for my absence. I kind of sort of got rid of my writers block a little. I hope. <33

Half-unpacked boxes were still scattered everywhere around your new apartment. Your bedroom wasn’t fully equipped with furniture yet either, you only had your bed and your desk and chair for studies while the rest of the apartment was slowly coming together.

Every day after you come back from your classes you would usually go straight back home and fixate on your studies, diving head first into your work. You enjoyed it, although it was hard at times and really took every particle in your body to not just throw everything out the window, you still continued and tried savoring every good moment to make up for all the stress and frustration.

After another tiring day, you walk up the stairs to your apartment, just wanting to relax a bit and rest. That was the only thing on your mind. “Hello there new neighbor,” you hear a male voice from the opposite side greet you as you search your pockets for your keys, just to find nothing so you turn around. “Oh— hey, it’s nice to uhm— meet you…” He could clearly tell how tired you looked and felt just by taking a glance at you. A chuckle escaped his lips as he takes a few steps closer to you, his hands in his pockets. “Uni?”

He was pretty tall compared to you, not too much but definitely visible although his looks were definitely what caught you more off guard… He looked beautiful, ethereal even and he was your neighbor. That’s definitely something you could brag about. Living next to somebody as handsome as him? Yeah, that definitely would come up in conversations with your friends. “Is it that obvious? That I’m tired?” You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, feeling your cheeks heat up out of embarrassment. He responded by pulling his hands out of his pockets, revealing your keys.

“You left them hanging this morning.” As he reveals your keys, your eyes widen and you gently take them from him, nodding your head softly to show him that you’re thankful that he took them until you’d come back. “Oh God— Thank you…” All he did was shake his hand and brush it off as if it was nothing before walking back to his apartment door. “I’m Heeseung… Rest well.” He gave you one last soft smile before heading into his apartment and closing the door behind him, leaving you standing there a little baffled and flustered before you also head inside again.

That slightly awkward encounter with your new neighbor sparked interested in the both of you and it also created a new friendship as well, leading to you not just staying home everyday after your studies but actually going out from time to time. He was the person that kept you grounded, the one that made you realize that there was still a world outside of studying and learning and for that, you were truly grateful…

Occasional going out and talking with Heeseung gave you an insight of what kind of person he was. He was quiet, at first, but slowly, through patience, because all you needed was patience with him, he spoke more with you. He opened up to you.

Heeseung was a thinker, maybe even an overthinker, which lead him to taking a while longer to answer to things or to respond but you didn’t have a problem with that at all. It actually helped you take your time as well, not always just babbling out everything and not giving him a chance to speak. He helped you to listen closely and you helped him by understanding him and being patient…

It was truly a great match. A match made, not in heaven or anything, but instead, by yourselves…

<33

[anystalker707]

Stretching session

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [gender-neutral, amab] Reader Summary: Zoro's (in)convenient help while you want to train. Tags: top zoro / bickering / hes an ass (affectionate)

Requested by anon ["Hey there I love your writing so much!! I was wondering if I could request a Zoro x male (amab) reader smut where reader is also physical fighter and Zoro helps reader stretch before training and uh it leads to some spicy situations 👀👀 If you're comfortable with all that! 💕 Also would love Zoro to be the top. Also bonus points if they bicker a little usually hehe Thank you so much whether you write it or not and thank you for sharing your awesome fics with us!! 💕💕"] [A/N]: That's very sweet, anon! Thanks a lot for the request, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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          “Why are you here every time I come here?” Zoro’s eye narrowed at you as he placed both his feet on the wooden floor and looked over at you with a glare, kicking the hatch closed. He had his arms crossed over his chest when you turned, feet planted on the ground while looking over at him, with your forearm still behind your head while you stretched your tricep, raising your eyebrows lightly.

You copied his expression in return, scoffing while changing arms to stretch the opposite one now, shaking your head as you turned back around. “I thought the crow’s nest was for everyone,” you said with a hum, returning your gaze to the calm waves in the distance, reflecting the bright sunlight. The weather wasn’t that hot, though. It seemed like it would be a peaceful day, too. Only Nami could confirm that with precision, though.

“Yeah, but…” Zoro sighed in frustration as he shook his head and closed his eye for a second before leaving his swords on the couch, humming softly. It totally didn’t have to do with how some of his stuff was put aside to be used, and he presumed that they wouldn’t be returned to place the way he liked.

“Annoying,” you whispered, unable to hold a soft chuckle when he grumbled in response.

Next, you sat on the ground, stretched your legs before you, and reached for your feet, groaning at the light pain tugging the muscles on the underside of your legs. Zoro’s gaze burned against your side as you stretched, and you thought he was walking away until his hand pressed to your lower back, which startled you a little.

“Dude—”

“You’re a shame,” Zoro muttered, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. The curse you meant to throw at him ended up turning into a gasp when he pushed you further, making the air escape your lungs at once when he stretched you further than you were used to. “Now, that’s something,” he complimented with a tinge of presumption. You wanted to smash his face so badly, but you could barely even say anything as he forced you beyond your previous limits, trying to relax your muscles.

You took a deep breath when Zoro finally let you go, inhaling as much air as you could as he motioned for you to lie down on your back. Despite the curious look you shot him, you followed his instructions, breath hitching at the way your back hurt initially when pressed flat against the ground. Your breath hitched again, but now it was at the way Zoro folded one of your legs up against yourself while he pinned the other down to the ground by your thigh, using his leg. He was kneeling between your legs, helping you stretch like that… What were you supposed to do? Just lay there? Leave your hands on the ground and stare at the ceiling? You hoped it wasn’t visible that it left you somehow embarrassed. Awkward.

“Feeling it?” Zoro pulled you away from your thoughts, making you avert your gaze to his face. Did he know the effect he had on you? It was difficult to read his expressions sometimes.

“Yeah,” you breathed. It sounded like a moan, but you couldn’t do a lot with the new stress your muscles were put under as he tried to stretch you as if you were Sanji. Fucking hell. He pushed a little more, enticing another sound from your lips as you arched your back off the ground. “Ahh, I hate you,” you breathed, feeling the ache persist despite how he let go of your leg.

“Mhm, I know,” he muttered with a chuckle while he moved to repeat the motion to your other leg. It was a little stiffer, making you scrunch up your face while pinching the bridge of your nose. He watched it all with amusement. “(Y/n)?”

“Yeah?” You breathed out, and it once again sounded… off. Zoro chuckled again, for some reason, compelling you to lower your hand so that you could glare at him. “Fuck off, Zoro. Are you even that flexible? I don’t think so, so you should stop— Ngh!” You were once again cut off by a ‘gasp’ when Zoro forced you to stretch even more, but you also let out a soft cry of discomfort in an attempt to mask the sound.

“Strength is nothing without flexibility. Mobility. Something like that. Did you never learn it?” Zoro still had that stupid grin on his face as he looked at you almost in a challenging manner. “I wouldn’t be surprised—”

“You’re all smug about it because the only thing you know how to do properly is fucking train and fight, you damn muscle head— Fuuuck!” You clicked your tongue and pressed your eyes shut when he forced you more, making the pain tug on your muscles even more, and it was practically impossible to push him off you. He had such a grip on you. Fuck off, that was so… So… Damn it. “I’ll fucking—”

“What, hm?” Zoro chuckled as he shook his head and moved again, sort of sitting on your thigh as he held your thigh over his own, keeping you trapped there. Even when you reached out to punch him, he held your wrist, so you gave up and lay down on the ground, melted against it. “You’re really stupid,” he said with a chuckle. “Not stupid, but like, very pathetic, really.”

You turned your head a little to look at Zoro and sighed, narrowing your eyes. “I hate you.”

Zoro’s grin widened before he hummed in agreement, sarcastically. “Yeah.”

You shook your head with a sigh and shifted slightly, but immediately froze, feeling your crotch graze against Zoro’s own. Oh, so you two were that close. Gulping, you tried your best to mask your embarrassment at the discovery, which proved useless when Zoro’s grin morphed into a smirk.

“Motherfucker…” You went limp on the ground, hoping that it would discourage Zoro, but his fingers sank deeper into your thigh instead as a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. His grip tightened around your wrist as well, but not uncomfortably.

“What?” He challenged with a soft sigh and a light movement of his hips. It all was nothing but empty teasing, with light grazes through layers of clothes that wouldn’t awaken anything in both of you if it weren’t for the tension that permeated the moment. “Not so tough now, are you?”

“Why is it that you always have to find a way to inflate your ego?” You clicked your tongue. “Is it because you’re not big somewhere else?”

Annoyance flashed on Zoro’s face, the last thing before he moved and pinned you to the ground at once, ignoring your protests but relishing the look you shot at him—despite the intention of it being a glare, you couldn’t do much through the embarrassment. You closed your hands a little, without daring to test Zoro’s grip around your wrists, even if he tested your resistance with that intense gaze.

“Need me to prove it?” His breath fanned over your face.

“You feel like you need to prove it?” You tried to mirror his attitude at least a little, chuckling as you arched your back, trying to increase the contact.

“Fucker,” Zoro huffed. He released your wrists so that he could lean back and start lowering his kimono, proudly exposing his torso to your hungry gaze. Somehow, he looked bigger from close. Your attempt to touch his chest was interrupted by his hand pushing yours away. “I think you need a better stretching session today.”

At the same time Zoro’s words made you want to cringe, you also could feel the arousal burning in your lower stomach and the blood rushing between your legs. “Zoro,” you groaned when he stood up and walked away, but you still planted your feet on the ground and lifted your hips to remove your shorts and boxers. Upside down, you watched him walk over to the lockers and rummage through his workout stuff.

“Mm? That attached? I couldn’t even just go grab the lube?” His voice still carried that smug tone, but it was the last thing you worried about when he stood in front of you again, by your feet. It was impossible to tear your gaze away while he finished undressing, letting his kimono and his obi fall to the ground along with his pants and underwear. Just the sight of his cock standing hard and proudly was enough to make your cock twitch as you clenched around nothing in anticipation.

“You’d like to think so,” you muttered with a groan, arching your back a little. Your shoulder blades dug uncomfortably into the ground, but it wasn’t the worst thing ever, not when you were drooling over his bright pink, glossy tip.

Zoro clicked his tongue and exhaled in disappointment that you would’ve taken as genuine if it weren’t for the playful air on his face as he knelt on the ground again, now taking place between your legs and letting your thighs rest over his own. He raised his eyebrows at the sight as he placed the lube aside for a moment, just so that his hands could freely roam over your thighs and knead on them until you moaned. His warm, big hands caused your skin to rise in shivers, increasing your anticipation.

“Zoro,” you groaned, thrusting your hips into the air in a silent request for him to rush.

“You’re a pain…” Zoro opened the bottle of lube, ignoring your protests, at least until you tried to knee him on the side lightly. “Fucking bastard,” he muttered as he elbowed your leg in return and glared, but it didn’t have as much effect as when he finally poured some lube on his fingers. “Hmmm.” Zoro’s eye narrowed, and you knew what to expect from that mood.

The lube was cold against your skin, making you moan at the same time your skin rose in shivers and your cock twitched. Why were you so sensitive? Even the feeling of the lube trailing down your crotch made you arch your back a little in a silent plea for Zoro’s touch, all in a very much entertaining show for him. He exhaled, lips parting into a grin, and put the lube aside once a generous amount of it was pooled on his palm.

Zoro’s fingers traced your entrance, feeling it clench around nothing before he could finally push two of them in, not exactly slowly, sending pleasure sparkling up your spine at once.

“Fuck, Zoro,” you gasped, arching your back with a moan, squirming as you tried to process the sudden pleasure that made your toes curl. Your hand closed around his wrist once he started holding your hip, though nothing you did inspired some pity in him. A string of moans escaped your lips as his fingers caressed just the right spots inside you, despite he didn’t seem to have any intention aside from spreading the lube.

“Won’t stop complaining?” Zoro huffed, grabbing more lube for his cock, and watching his fist moving up and down around his thick cock was such a sight.

“Mmm, so you’re the one to come here and disturb my training session, and it’s my fault?”

“It’s always your fault, so I don’t know what you’re arguing about,” Zoro said as he adjusted his position between your legs, and the disdain made you frustrated at the same time the arousal grew between your legs. “I never said anything about it being anyone’s fault, though. Did the shoes fit?”

You raised your eyebrows a little, wrapping a leg around Zoro’s waist and loosely throwing your arms around his neck when he leaned closer. “I want to strangle you to death sometimes,” you breathed, shaking your head.

“Careful,” Zoro chuckled, “I might enjoy it.”

The answer you were about to shoot at him died on your tongue when his cock pressed to your entrance and pushed in, making your breath hitch in your throat as you arched your back and sank your nails into his back. “Fuck,” you groaned through gritted teeth, feeling the light burning from the stretch slowly turn into pleasure as you got adjusted to the new intrusion. “Mmph, damn,” you cursed breathlessly and arched your back, feeling your walls adjust around his cock, involuntarily clenching more around him.

“Seems like you needed it, huh?” Zoro muttered with a soft groan as he wrapped his hands around your thighs, big and firm hands holding on to you for leverage as he started moving his hips.

You bit your lip, suppressing a sound for a moment as you pressed a hand to the back of Zoro’s neck. “Shut the fuck up already,” you complained through a moan, pulling him closer for a kiss to silence whatever he was going to say. Either way, he grumbled against your lips, grip tightening on you at the same time his hips picked up a faster pace, allowing your bodies to mold together better as the pleasure settled in.

The kiss was messy. You swallowed each other moans while trying to keep your lips pressed together despite the need for air, even if it was just by nibbling on each other’s lips. Zoro had your bottom lip trapped between his teeth, tugging on it as he observed you through his half-lidded eye, allowing his hips to move a little faster as he fucked you.

Zoro’s hands moved to hold your hips firmly as he angled them, lifting them off the ground a little, and it was enough to make you arch your back with a loud moan. His cock managed to hit all the right spots inside you, making your toes curl as you tightened your grip on his back, certainly leaving behind red lines where your nails dragged along his skin. A pleased sound came from Zoro as he held your hips in place to control the thrusts as he wanted, while you became a mess under him.

Kisses were left against your stomach in silent worship to your body; Zoro kissed and nipped wherever he could reach, adding up to your pleasure however he could at the moment. There was too much to be enjoyed, and Zoro wanted all of it at once, no matter how impossible it seemed to be. He would never be able to enjoy you completely, damn it. Your walls clenched around his cock so deliciously whenever you arched your back and gripped on to him like that, milking him with each thrust, making him twitch as his balls tightened, but he tried to keep himself in check to enjoy you the most.

“There, there,” you gasped, wrapping both your legs around Zoro’s waist, and he complied, trying his best to keep himself thrusting at the same angle at the same time his movements grew more intense. “Ahh, Zoro—”

Zoro’s eye trained on your face, observing the way pleasure was written all over your face, the pleasure that he could give you. He couldn’t help the string of moans that escaped his lips when your fingers tangled with the hair on the back of his head and tugged on them. The pain sparkled down his spine, intensifying the arousal that he already felt. He didn’t know how to interpret the new action, but he supposed that he could do something about it.

The only reason for Zoro to shift the position was so that he could give you different stimulation. It took him a while to finally let go of your hip and lean back a little, groaning at having to reduce the pace of his thrusts, and eventually wrapped his hand around your cock instead, feeling it twitch in his grip. The change seemed to be worth it, given the way you squirmed and clenched around his cock, even more so when he pressed his thumb to your tip, tracing it before he could start jerking you off in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Zoro, ‘m close,” you whispered, observing Zoro with hazy eyes that made his heart flutter and his cock pulse.

“Mm, yeah, babe,” Zoro breathed through a moan. His thrusts became messier as his muscles grew tired of the repetitive motion, but he kept seeking that pleasure, feeling the knot in his lower stomach start to tighten. His grip on your cock became firmer, fingers trying to linger on your sensitive spots until you were practically thrusting into his hand, arching your back off the ground, and from there, it just took him a few thrusts for you to cum.

Your eyes pressed shut, eyebrows knitting together as you clung to Zoro when the pleasure washed over your body intensely with the orgasm, snatching a string of wanton moans from your lips. It was almost mesmerizing for Zoro, enough to drive him to the edge, and he finally came, keeping thrusting to ride out your orgasms while his fingers sank into your hip.

“Fuck,” you breathed shakily. “Zoro, I—”

“I’m not done yet,” he cut you off.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[xcyphoz0a]

Try Again

Gender neutral reader, angst → fluff TW/CW: fighting Character(s): Tighnari Word count: 444(oh no) Proofread: n/a | So whenever you ask me again, how I feel… Please remember, my answer is you | A/N: e..

Tags: @chaoffee

It had never occurred to Tighnari the possibility of you leaving him during a fight.

Until he had found a letter, handwritten, on his bedside table of yours.

I’ll be somewhere else for today. I need a break.

He felt panic–you could’ve honestly written where you’d be. He knows you’re capable, yet he can’t help but fret over you.

But he remembers why you both fought the day before. You told him that you felt like a child, felt coddled, that he was too overbearing when you left to go somewhere without him.

And his only response was that he couldn’t help but worry. Now, he finds himself sighing at his own stupidity. There could’ve been a valid reason, but he knows that this worry only stems from his concern, and the lack of logic and reason renders him sitting on the side of the bed, as his ears visibly droop down.

He sits there in this sad, miserable trance until Collei knocks on the door along with the traveller, as his eyes open again, unlatching the lock to the front door as he nods, gesturing to the three to wait for him later.

The mirror stares back as he looks at himself, trying to put his ears ‘back to normal’, lest they show his feelings, but every time, it drops lifelessly onto his head as if it had no life anymore.

The day passes like so, but every forest ranger can sense the more irritable sides to him, the way he snaps at the littlest of things, how his moods seem to have become even more intensified, as they tried their best to give him some distance.

And as the day darkens to a wonderful shade of indigo and purple, Tighnari’s patrol around the forest comes to an end for the day as he trudges back towards his home, anticipating nothing, but with the tiniest spark of hope that you’d be there, waiting for him.

The door opens with a squeaky creak as he murmurs out a small ‘I’m home’, walking towards the bedroom until his wrist is grabbed by an unknown grip. He turns around in slight panic, until he sees your form and visibly relaxes, his ears becoming full of life again, his tail swishing around in joy as you smile slightly at his contentment.

No words are shared between the both of you as you pull him into a tight and secure embrace, as his arms hook around you to reciprocate your motions.

It may be the smallest and simplest of touch and affection, but he knows that in every lifetime, every day, his answer and key will be you.

[half-dead-writer]

You know what we need? You Niel with a girl boss gf. Imagine it, neil with a hot rich girlfriend that likes to spoil him. The others reactions would be funny asf too

I would absolutely spoil him, if only I was rich 😩 Thank you for your request! There needs to be more Neil content!! I changed it to gn so I hope you don't mind

Young Neil with a hot and rich S/O

character: Young Neil Nordegraf (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: 750

reader: gender neutral

warnings: none

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

ok first off

how the hell did he end up with you?

he thought he was like, way out of your league

you're hot, pretty wealthy from what he knew about you- and him? he was just some 20 year old guy, living in Stephen's house

Neil had an undeniable crush on you but never really bothered to confess it

I mean, technically you never asked??

ok truthfully he just didn't think he had any chances

he "waited for you to make the first move", he would tell you everything, if only you asked

until, with some luck on his side and the stars aligning, you did

"Neil, would you wanna be my boyfriend?" Even though it was barely visible through his poker face, it was clear he was caught off guard by the question. The warmth travelled straight to his ears, a stark contrast in comparison to his face. His weird quirk was not being able to blush through his cheeks. You noticed it right away. "I like you. A lot," Eyes open wide were scanning your facial structure, almost as a distraction for the sudden shift in the mood. "It's a yes, I take it?" You smiled, not expecting such a fast answer. "Yeah," he deadpanned, seeming a bit dazed. It took him a short moment to spit out his next words, "Can I hug you?" A light chuckle hit his ears, of course he would ask such question after being asked out, you thought. It was honestly adorable. "Of course," you grinned, quickly clinging to him like a snake. An awkward second passed until he reciprocated. Outwardly he was still a bit in disbelief of the entire thing happening, but inside he was bubbling with joy. Or maybe it was vomit? Probably both, but he decided not to dwell on it. Aside from a few times you decided to sit close to him, the warmth of your body, let alone a hug from you, was something he would never expect to get after just asking. And your smell- The perfume you wore was a thing he always immediately recognized, it was like your trademark. it brought him comfort having you up so close.

The gang's reactions were of course- the way you'd expect them to be.

"Neil is there anything you're hiding from us? Do you use some fancy brand of cologne that make others go crazy?" Kim's eyes stared at you from under her bangs, not judgemental, yet very confused. Neil, of course, smelled himself, "no, I smell just like I usually do," he responded with certainty. "Wow," was Stephen's addition to the convo, "almost makes me jealous! I mean- with all due respect of course, Y/N" Everyone's attention was turned to the doors being flung open, Scott visibly surprised was standing on the other side. He was late to the meeting. "Neil is dating Y/N??"

Neil was a pretty easy to maintain boyfriend

that didn't stop you from absolutely spoiling him though

new video game? got it babe

you want starbucks? I'll get you 2 cinnabuns along with it

new clothes? only the comfiest ones

he was pretty surprised when you first offered to buy him such expensive stuff

he doesn't need much, but of course he appreciates every gift you give him

he just wishes he could get you something like that as well, which his budget doesn't really allow for

you reassure him he doesn't have to buy you anything, that his presence is enough for you

Wallace won't spare his quips about him being your sugar-baby, though

one time Neil thought to show his appreciation to you by making you both a fancy dinner

which turned out- pretty horrible

You tried to be polite by taking a bite, but the offending flavor attacked your tastebuds without holding back, forcing you to quickly wash down the taste with a sip of water, "It's um... not the worst thing I had?" Neil gazed at your reaction, taking a bite himself, outright spitting it out after, "ewwh- it tastes so bad," he scrunched, "you really think it's not the worst?"" "... Yeah it's pretty bad," you smiled softly, amused by the reaction to his own creation. "Wanna order take-out?" He looked at you expectantly, not even trying to argue about the quality of the food. "On it," you said, phone already in your hand.

[the-milk-monarch]

Hello! I just want ya to know that u are my favorite writer for tdi in all honesty. I love how thought out your work is and how detailed it is. I saw that you wrote for Cody If so, could you possibly write a thing about how they would act if the reader was Chris’s favorite intern, and would sneak free gifts to help them in challenges (not that big just little small things) like a sweater for when they are somewhere cold, or a cookie if chefs cooking was bad. Could they also be confident and funny? (Strong reader supremacy).

I know you have a lot on your plate, it’s ok to deny or take as long as you need. Feel free to use this idea for other charecters :)

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☣ Aw that's so sweet to hear, tysm!! I never thought anyone would enjoy my writing so much so that's really lovely to hear 🫶 I try my best to write well thought out stuff bc I honestly enjoy thinking about it lol

[𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝚂/𝙾]

Summary: Reader gives Cody their jacket at Yukon + general headcanons. ☢︎ | Total Drama | ~1k words | gender-neutral reader ♡ | Cody ⚠ | haven't rewatched the episode so I'm only writing the episode as I remembered it with the help of the wiki lol

[𝙲𝚘𝚍𝚢]

⚠︎ | setting: Total Drama: World Tour

Cody really likes being around you.

You emit energy that just gives him that daily boost.

Whether it's your confidence and lightheartedness or a good joke, he usually has a smile while hanging around you.

He also likes to join in on playing the comedian with you if he feels creative, so you're a fun duo!

He's curious why Chris likes you so much.

I mean, he can see why, you're like, the best person ever to be around, (in his opinion) but still.

And you're kind enough to share anything extra with him!

You got him by a surprise when it first happened, as at the time you were friendly, but only briefly spoke to each other.

Next on the trip list was "Yukon". You knew it was gonna be cold. But being the TV host's favorite intern wasn't that bad, you knew you were probably gonna get decent clothing. As you expected, the temperature was freezing. But of course, Chris couldn't be cold, so he got himself a cozy and stylish jacket. You and Chef also got the blessing of getting something warm to wear, unlike the rest of the campers. You felt some hope after Chris announced that he ordered the jackets for the others, but it quickly washed away when you heard his response to Heather that "they should arrive in six to eight weeks". You sighed, but ultimately you were helpless to do anything. You took a liking to Cody, he was fun to be around and you thought his "tough man" was both entertaining and kinda sweet. I mean, at least he tried, right? You started talking in the short moments when you both had a break and a chance to interact with someone in between the challenges. You never went out of your way to help anyone as it was technically cheating, but you felt like you had to do something when you saw Cody freezing after he fell into the cold water and Sierra had to rescue him. You saw her throw him on the land from the floating ice block, thinking he's somewhat safe now, until you heard the abrupt sound of him hitting the nearby mountains which made you cringe from the secondhand pain. Once the camera focused on the other contestants trying to make it through the challenge, you sneakily approached Cody, who was visibly shaking while laying on his back and processing what just happened. "Oof- Dude, you alright?" You hovered above him with a concerned look on your face. "Y-Y/N?" He managed to stutter out while the cold tried to shut up him up. You offered him a hand so he could get up, to which he accepted with a shaking grip. Without a word, you gave him the only thing you had on you, your jacket. "T-That's for me?" He asked, a bit in disbelief for your kind act. "Of course, I can't let you freeze to death." You quickly explained with a smile on your face. "But what about you?" He questioned once more, seeing as you had nothing else to put on. "Hey, I haven't fallen into the freezing water, did I?" You pointed out, although you appreciated him worrying about you as well. "R-Right." He flashed a shaky smile and extended his hand as you passed him the clothing item. "T-Thank you." He tried to keep his teeth from grinding, which stopped as soon as he put it on. The cold was still biting your ass, but at least you felt good knowing he wasn't about to die anymore. Cody started to feel a bit awkward seeing you start to shake, though. "Hey- now that you're the one being cold, I feel kinda selfish here." He admitted, halfly-joking. You took a second before responding. "Well- There's always an option with huddling for warmth" You responded, also halfly-serious. You didn't mind close contact and free warmth, so you hoped Cody wouldn't either. "Unless you got cold feet." You heard a slight chuckle come out of his lips after your words. "Okay. But only to break the ice." He put on a grin which showed his goofy tooth gap. He was pleasantly surprised with the amount of casualness from you, but also a bit lost on how to act, so he resorted to lightning up the mood as well. You reciprocated the giggle and stepped closer, feeling his body against yours. He hesitated a little, but finally embraced you into his arms. "Don't let Sierra see you though, you might make some enemies with her after that." He warned you only slightly serious about it.

Cody was far more casual and friendly with you after that one kind gesture.

And with time, he began to see you as legit one of the closest people he got to meet on the show.

But the thing that made him enamored in you was when you got to his heart through his stomach.

You knew that the teams had to endure Chef's horrible cooking each time they lost, and you were glad when you didn't have to worry about the food being a probable cause of your death when Chris gave you your share of the meals. So, naturally you also wanted to grant that opportunity to your close acquaintance as well. Per usual, you approached Cody after you had a moment to yourself. "Hey Codemeister, what's up?" He turned his head towards you as he heard the familiar tone of your voice. "Y/N, hey!" His face lighted up and he straightened his back to properly look at you while sitting on the crappy, wooden seat, "Had your dinner already?" You asked casually, sitting next to him. "If that's what you call it- yeah." He cringed at the economy class food. "Why?" "Well, I just had this cookie that i conveniently kept for you, so..." You slightly teased as your hand slowly got the packaged, delicious goods out of your pocket. "What, dude, no way!" He gasped slightly as he saw the cookie in it's glory. "It's mine?" "Yeah." You nodded with a smile, already happy about his excited reaction. "You're amazing!" He attacked you with a hug without thinking twice. You felt Sierra staring daggers at you.

[tumfullofblue]

AH THAT LAST GORDON ONE WAS SO GOOD ….. can I maybe request some more Gordon stuff? Preferably with a gender neutral or transmasc reader if u can? >.<

Aside from that go wild have fun !!! Sft or nsft just have fun it’ll be good either way we love Gordon

It took so long I'm so sorry, Anon! ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ It's really not because I don't love writing for Gordon (or any HL character tbh), but I got a bit disctracted with other stuff!

Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this sweet and spicy drabble with Gordon and GN!Reader... in Black Mesa ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ

«Fuck, straight to the stupid tie…”

The small storage room didn’t had enough air in it for one person, let alone two of them. Especially if they were kissing. And undressing. And touching each other, taking big greedy gulps of precious air when their lips would separate. “You don’t care, do you?” you chuckled, as Gordon started to undo the tie on your blue shirt, his fingers fumbling with silky material. You loved that tie. And you loved to having it on your hands above your head. But both you were too miserable, too touch-starved to do the usual stuff you do. The slow stuff. The sensual one. So, into the storage room you found yourself. Fifteen minutes before the lunch break ends.

“Give me that,” you purred and undid the tie, throwing it to the ground. Gordon was on you again, his lips moving against yours in a familiar, needy dance. You didn’t know what has come over him lately – the usual reserved and even cold sceintist couldn’t get his hands off you. Not that you didn’t like the extra attention. And to have the main heartthrob of your lab all to yourself… well, it did things to you. While you kissed, your hand found his cute little ponytail on the back of his hand – give it a small tug, resulting in a moan. You bit your lip.

“So fuckin’ needy, Gordon. Be queit, I don’t think this storage room has a lock on a door.” He nodded, whimpered much more softly when you tugged again, making his head go back, exposing his neck for you which you covered in soft kisses and playfull bites. Making sure to have at least one visible under the collar of the same blue shirt. His cock was straining in his pants for minutes now – you were sure he could come undone without you even touching him.

“You really do need me,” you breathed out, lowering yourself on your knees, ignoring the small pop in your back as you did so. “Are you gonna use me, doctor Freeman, mm? Gonna just stuff your beautiful cock into my mouth?” Gordon swallowed. Hard. You looked absoulutely perfect like this, on your knees in front of him. With your eyes wide and pretty, your lips swollen and a bit red from all the kissing and biting… and you were about to pleasure him. He was completely enarmoured with you – to the point of almost going insane.

That, and the fact that he tried to fight – that he cared for you. He shook his head, motioning you to stand up, he was the one who pushed you out of lunch room but you stopped him. “I want that, dear,” you whispered. “Honest. Relax, please. Lemme take care of you.”

You started to undo his belt, your eyes locked into his bright green ones, hidden behind the thick glasses. He breathed, hard, almost panting when you pushed his pants and briefs just down enough to set his straining cock free. Biting your lip again, before wetting it.

“Fuck, Gordon, so big…” you felt your mouth salivating, no matter how many times you already did that, you still struggled just a bit. You felt his thighs shivering from your praise alone. You got to work, dragging your tongue from reddish head down to a base, placing a small kiss there. Going back to wrap your lips over his shaft and getting that feeling of being full again, of serving him like he deserved it. With your eagerness to please him and his needines, it wasn't long before you heard his quick sighs and pants. His strong hand tangled in your hair, guiding your head up and down his cock, not caring that you were gagging on it a bit. Gordon couldn't hold out much longer, drawing out a long moan as he poured himself out into your hot accepting mouth. You popped his cock out with a satisfied little smile, licking your lip.

“Delicious,” you chuckled, nuzzling into his hand which got from the back of your head to your cheek. “Well worth wasting my lunch time on you, doctor Freeman.”